The Dragon's Denby blackhawk651ChaptersKarmaCosmic InvaderA Familiar FeelingFather Daughter BondingKarmaAuthor's Note I'm mostly looking for feedback for now. There's more written, but It's unedited and needs a thorough proofreading. Karma Slavery. A detestable act to most, but a necessary act for the kingdom. Still, Sniper didn't have to hide his own distaste for the act, his mask took care of that for him. He watched the caravan approach the ornate castle gates at the end of the wide moat, ordering them to remain shut at King Argos's behest. The dragon had need of more manpower to work the farms. It had been a fortunate year for crops, but less so for the king's own unfortunate investments. The cloaked and masked figure of the royal guard descended from his post, moving to meet the irate slaver guiding the rest of the caribou to halt behind his cart. The horned slaver was aggravated by the interruption, but he knew better than to argue as Sniper directed the test of the royal guard to clear the caravan and search the members before letting them any further into the castle. "Is this truly necessary?" The slave trader finally spoke up. "They are my retinue and my slaves. I require a certain amount of force to do my work!" Sniper's response came amidst a slow, practiced exhale as the stale air exited the vent of the bleached white gas mask that hid his disfigured face; the noise came almost as a hiss. "All who enter the castle that are not a trusted member of the royal family or cleared by the king himself are subject to a search and disarmament." He rather plainly replied. The slaver's nose wrinkled and he sneered. His expression was a mix of disgust and frustration. "I was invited here by the king himself!" The slaver protested once again. Sniper simply stared at the slaver, ignoring his further protests as the rest of the Royal guard disarmed the slaver's retinue. He couldn't help but smirk beneath his mask as he spotted the curly haired head of the prince approaching from behind the halted caravan. With a quick, practiced motion, the royal guard took a bow and stepped aside as the curly maned prince repeated the gesture, directing the gate to be opened. "Fourth cart, crooked horn and wearing an eyepatch." The prince whispered as the two met, hiding his voice amongst the the noisy racket of the strained gates gears turning. The short exchange told Sniper all he needed to know; Which member of the caravan to abduct and silence, retrieve the keys to the carts from, and dispose the body of through the kitchen. Sure, slaves are cheap, but freshly freed ones working to repay their gratitude were a far more cost effective option. Especially so when the king had to barely lift a finger, or more accurately, a claw. The dragon watched with bemusment as the pair of snakeoil merchants sought to convince the king of their newest product. They had lost him somewhere during their demonstration of thier naturally armoring scale oil. He knew the product was a sham the moment he spotted the gambesson slip from under the taller of the twin's dress shirt. Still, Argos was content to let them continue the charade as he idly gnawed the caribou bone he was picking his teeth with. The former owner of said morsel had proven much more entertaining, though the king had an incredibly severe dislike of caribou... the flavor however, he quite thoroughly enjoyed. When it came time for the pair of frauds to finish their pitch, the dragon was distracted with picking a particularly irritating morsel of flesh from his teeth, courtesy of his last meal. Oh they pleaded and they begged when the dragon called them out on the blatant ruse. First seeking to convince the dragon it was a mere trick of the light, or his sight had gone off in his older years, each excuse more insulting than the last. When they pleaded for their miserable lives was the more enjoyable part. They claimed to have starving families to feed, they always did. They attempted bribery, which always failed. They finally tried to appeal to Argod's sense of morality and the good karma letting them free would be, which was a new one to the draconic king. Unfortunately, the dragon had a rather different view of things. Perhaps it was karma that brought the hapless pair here. Had they not cheated so many before, karma may have lead them elsewhere. Who was he to deprive karma of it's rightful justice? After all, he was only a mere dragon, and he had plenty of room for dessert... The deed finished, Argos decided to retire to his quarters for the day. He paused to wipe a messy, gore-stained claw on the corner of a previously pristine white tapestry. It was a war trophy from a past conquest, a victory the king remembered well. He had recognized the first of his bastard princes that day. Prince Curls made for a poor tactician and general, but the dragon was not above praising the young stallion for his invaluable eye for detail and nigh obsessive map making. The cartography inclined prince had stumbled upon a rebel knight camp during his expedition to map out a valley near to one of the dragons expeditionary forces. The brigands thought the prince to be a poor traveling land surveyor, and not a member of a powerful royal family. Curls was treated as family, and to a night of drunken revelry and sex; during which the young stallion had found himself treated to the more masculine sort- and the submissive one, no less. He was used as the camp slut for a week, but eventually escaped with the help of a young, rebellious mare named Corkscrew, whom insisted upon joining the prince as a member of his own staff. Upon their escape and subsequent return with the king's forces, Argos haphazardly let the prince take charge of the attack. The leadership role was soon commandeered by Corkscrew. Directing the Draconic forces through the narrow passes with the help of maps provided by Prince Curls. The two ponies celebrated their victory with a long night of passionate sex atop the fallen warlords banner. At least, that's what the common folk believe; in truth, the prince found himself unable to get it up for the mare, and Corkscrew thoroughly unsatisfied but greatly amused. Argos had put the tapestry up as a bit of a joke, one that made Prince Curls blush every time he saw it. Cosmic InvaderAuthor's Note M/M Cuckolding in this chapter. If you're not into that sort of stuff, I'd recommend skipping ahead to "The throne room was quiet" Cosmic Invader Argos's thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a familiar bespectacled stallion passing by, heading in the direction of the Prince's room. Argos smirked as the dragon stalked after the visitor, all too familiar with Cosmo and Curls's relationship. Cosmo found himself roughly tossed onto Curls's bed, landing atop a few sketches of maps and knocking over a few almanacs. The submissive, bespectacled stallion shuddered as he looked up at Argos. The dragon's nostrils flared as he let out a sigh, his warm breath fogging up Cosmo's glasses from the heat of his breath. Argos leant down, his tongue slowly tracing along Cosmo's sheath as the dragon forced the submissive male's legs apart. Cosmo shuddered as the dragon nuzzled the unicorn's length, drawing a low moan out of the subby male. Argos grinned in delight as he lowered his snout further, pressing his nose against the Earth pony's plump orbs. Cosmo shivered as Argos nuzzled the stallion's length, unsure of what the dragon had planned, but he found himself growing hard at the possibilities nonetheless. Argos was all too swift to envelop Cosmo's length in his maw, the dragon's long, slender tongue wrapping around the subby stallion's shaft, threatening to bring the shuddering pony to climax. Cosmo's eyes rolled back in his head as the king's snake like tongue wrapping around the pony's throbbing length. He trembled as Argos's tongue lapped at Cosmo's aching balls, eliciting a desperate, needy moan. Argos let out a delighted chuckle as his tongue worked further downwards, between Cosmo's plush ass-cheeks as the dragon's long tongue started to circle around the subby stallion's puffy tailhole. The small pony's rump was still a little sore from the last time Argos had so thoroughly abused it, even slightly loosened from the ordeal. The dragon watched with glee as the pony squirmed and moaned as a result of the king's skillful tongue, only stopping his efforts once he deemed the pony was ready for a different kind of anal invader. Cosmo winced, his ponut clenching reflexively around the tapered tip of the dragon's cock. The stallion shivered, knowing what was coming next, and knowing that he wouldn't be able to sit right for a week afterwards... It would be worth it though, it always was. The dragon was slow and gentle at first, though that changed when the nubbed barbs on the top of the dragon's shaft finally slipped in. Cosmo suspected that such barbs were once sharp, even asking the dragon about it after their first time together. Argos confessed to nothing, he never did, and such thoughts were hard to focus on as the king's royal shaft was slowly starting to piston into Cosmo's stretched anus, the nubbed barbs pressing roughly against the subby stallion's prostate with each thrust. It didn't take long before the dragon burst, stuffing Cosmo's poor, abused tailhole further as Argos knotted the pony's plush rump. Cosmo could only shudder and moan as the dragon finished inside the smaller male, eliciting a smaller, more pathetic orgasm out of the submissive stallion's neglected shaft. Cosmo groaned, rubbing the sizable bulge that was forming in his belly with every generous rope of thick, warm seed was emptied into his eager ponut. The throne room was quiet. The only signs of life within this late in the day were the various maids dusting and cleaning the surfaces about the room. They notably avoided the throne itself, Argos was rather particular about its care. Few dared to abuse the dragon's trust and touched said seat of power. They oftentimes found themselves unable to walk for a few days after the royal dragon got ahold of them afterwards. A Familiar FeelingArgos let out a deep sigh as he returned to his throneroom, passing by his rather flustered offspring as Curls happened upon the mess Argos had left behind. Curls had gotten used to it by now, and he was too ashamed to admit that he greatly enjoyed the show to protest his father's advances on Cosmo. The dragon quietly sat back down upon his throne, sighing once more as he looked over the various treasures and paintings that dotted the walls of his throneroom. Most were gifts, though the occasional war trophy could be found. His gaze eventually settled on an old necklace, a deep violet gem set in the center, shining as beautifully as the night sky he'd first held it under. He stood from his throne and strided towards the object of his attention. It was a gift indeed, but not one meant for him. He tentatively took the old piece of jewelry from the case, and beneath it rested a faded beige feather. The memory attached to the old necklace flooded back, an unforgettable night under an Equestrian sky. He had hidden amongst the citizens while disguised as a pony for some time. The enchantment originated within the amulet, and while it took some getting used to he did eventually adjust. Even falling in love with one of the locals, a healer that took him in and accepted the quirky green stallion that had stumbled upon her porch in the middle of the night. He'd suffered a rather serious setback after stumbling over the ledge of a cliff and landing in a bramble of Everfree vines. It was a painful experience that left him looking more like a hound with mange than a pony. Argos smiled as he gently stroked a claw along the faded feather. It had long lost it's color but the memory of the gentle, patient mare never faded from the sentimental dragon's mind. He closed his eyes, letting his mind drift back to a distant memory of spread wings, soft fur, and the bittersweet smell of perfume. It had been an accident of course, though that hardly mattered as he had knocked the bottle over in the midst of robbing the house. He had dragged himself more than a mile to get there, a sizable gash in his chest and dozens of barbs embedded in his hide. The disguise worked a little too well, and he had found himself tumbling over and down a cliff in the Everfree. Unfamiliar with how a Pegasus flew, he'd managed to glide a short distance but the smaller wingspan was built for hovering, not flying long distance across mountains and valleys. The end result left him heavily injured and slightly delirious as he made his way to the first unlocked house he could find. He climbed through the window, knocking over a bottle and waking the home's occupant. He was left covered in a strong smelling perfume that overwhelmed his senses and made his wounds sting. When she had stumbled upon his injured form the look in her lavender eyes bore concern with his state of well-being and not the fact he had broken in and was currently trying to climb back out the window. He was in no shape to resist as she dragged his bedraggled form out of the bathroom and onto a bed where she proceeded to dress and clean his wounds. He had recovered remarkably quickly over the proceeding weeks, and she worked to get him back into shape, even teaching him how to fly properly. And sighed, shaking his head and setting the feather and necklace back in its rightful place. He had promised to replace the bottle of perfume he'd broken. She found his concern rather humorous than endearing. He had yet to find a bottle. 'Antiseptic' she had called it; an odd name but he always presumed it to be foreign in origin. "Daddy?" A feminine voice pulled him from his thoughts as he turned to face the origin. Father Daughter BondingArgos smiled, turning and gently pulling the young striped dragoness into a hug, squeezing his daughter affectionately and gently planting a smooch on her snout, which she turned against him and forced him into a full kiss. "Hey there Lizzy, how's my favorite daughter?" He cooed affectionately, stroking his claw through her long blue mane. Lizzy giggled. "I'm your only daughter, daddy... or at least the only one you know about." She teased, letting out a gentle purr as he scratched behind her ears. Argos laughed. "That's why you're my favorite!" He shot back, gingerly pulling her away and towards the throne, pulling her into his lap as he sat down, hugging his offspring against his chest. Lizzy shifted in Argos's lap, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she returned the hug, grinding her plush flanks against her father's groin. She did so enjoy her time with her father, especially when she got him riled up enough leave her unable to walk properly for the rest of the week. Argos smirked, his claws roaming southward to grope Lizzy's thighs. He knew what that look meant, and she would probably sate herself with one of the unfortunate guards or castle maids if he turned her down... not that they ever seemed to mind. Lizzy bit her lip as she felt something brushing against her labia. She always knew just what daddy liked, and he was loathe to turn down a horny dragoness willingly crawling into his lap. Argos hardly hesitated as Lizzy soon found the tip of his shaft spreading her damp lower lips, spearing his horny offspring atop his throne. Lizzy let out a soft coo, moaning as her daddy's cock spread her slutty pussy, filling her quite nicely as he started to thrust upwards, bouncing his perverted daughter in his lap. Lizzy pressed her muzzle into the nape of Argos's neck, softly moaning her father's name as she happily rocked her hips, savoring every inch of his sizable maleness. Lizzy's moans echoed throughout the throneroom as Argos forcefully pulled his slutty daughter onto his length, knotting her tight pussy as he emptied his load into her quickly swelling womb. Lizzy purred in satisfaction as Argos filled her with his thick, creamy seed. She rubbed the bulge forming in her belly as she snuggled against her father. "Such a good girl. You really are my favorite.~" Argos teased, nibbling on her ear as he gave her a gentle squeeze.
KarmaAuthor's Note I'm mostly looking for feedback for now. There's more written, but It's unedited and needs a thorough proofreading. Karma Slavery. A detestable act to most, but a necessary act for the kingdom. Still, Sniper didn't have to hide his own distaste for the act, his mask took care of that for him. He watched the caravan approach the ornate castle gates at the end of the wide moat, ordering them to remain shut at King Argos's behest. The dragon had need of more manpower to work the farms. It had been a fortunate year for crops, but less so for the king's own unfortunate investments. The cloaked and masked figure of the royal guard descended from his post, moving to meet the irate slaver guiding the rest of the caribou to halt behind his cart. The horned slaver was aggravated by the interruption, but he knew better than to argue as Sniper directed the test of the royal guard to clear the caravan and search the members before letting them any further into the castle. "Is this truly necessary?" The slave trader finally spoke up. "They are my retinue and my slaves. I require a certain amount of force to do my work!" Sniper's response came amidst a slow, practiced exhale as the stale air exited the vent of the bleached white gas mask that hid his disfigured face; the noise came almost as a hiss. "All who enter the castle that are not a trusted member of the royal family or cleared by the king himself are subject to a search and disarmament." He rather plainly replied. The slaver's nose wrinkled and he sneered. His expression was a mix of disgust and frustration. "I was invited here by the king himself!" The slaver protested once again. Sniper simply stared at the slaver, ignoring his further protests as the rest of the Royal guard disarmed the slaver's retinue. He couldn't help but smirk beneath his mask as he spotted the curly haired head of the prince approaching from behind the halted caravan. With a quick, practiced motion, the royal guard took a bow and stepped aside as the curly maned prince repeated the gesture, directing the gate to be opened. "Fourth cart, crooked horn and wearing an eyepatch." The prince whispered as the two met, hiding his voice amongst the the noisy racket of the strained gates gears turning. The short exchange told Sniper all he needed to know; Which member of the caravan to abduct and silence, retrieve the keys to the carts from, and dispose the body of through the kitchen. Sure, slaves are cheap, but freshly freed ones working to repay their gratitude were a far more cost effective option. Especially so when the king had to barely lift a finger, or more accurately, a claw. The dragon watched with bemusment as the pair of snakeoil merchants sought to convince the king of their newest product. They had lost him somewhere during their demonstration of thier naturally armoring scale oil. He knew the product was a sham the moment he spotted the gambesson slip from under the taller of the twin's dress shirt. Still, Argos was content to let them continue the charade as he idly gnawed the caribou bone he was picking his teeth with. The former owner of said morsel had proven much more entertaining, though the king had an incredibly severe dislike of caribou... the flavor however, he quite thoroughly enjoyed. When it came time for the pair of frauds to finish their pitch, the dragon was distracted with picking a particularly irritating morsel of flesh from his teeth, courtesy of his last meal. Oh they pleaded and they begged when the dragon called them out on the blatant ruse. First seeking to convince the dragon it was a mere trick of the light, or his sight had gone off in his older years, each excuse more insulting than the last. When they pleaded for their miserable lives was the more enjoyable part. They claimed to have starving families to feed, they always did. They attempted bribery, which always failed. They finally tried to appeal to Argod's sense of morality and the good karma letting them free would be, which was a new one to the draconic king. Unfortunately, the dragon had a rather different view of things. Perhaps it was karma that brought the hapless pair here. Had they not cheated so many before, karma may have lead them elsewhere. Who was he to deprive karma of it's rightful justice? After all, he was only a mere dragon, and he had plenty of room for dessert... The deed finished, Argos decided to retire to his quarters for the day. He paused to wipe a messy, gore-stained claw on the corner of a previously pristine white tapestry. It was a war trophy from a past conquest, a victory the king remembered well. He had recognized the first of his bastard princes that day. Prince Curls made for a poor tactician and general, but the dragon was not above praising the young stallion for his invaluable eye for detail and nigh obsessive map making. The cartography inclined prince had stumbled upon a rebel knight camp during his expedition to map out a valley near to one of the dragons expeditionary forces. The brigands thought the prince to be a poor traveling land surveyor, and not a member of a powerful royal family. Curls was treated as family, and to a night of drunken revelry and sex; during which the young stallion had found himself treated to the more masculine sort- and the submissive one, no less. He was used as the camp slut for a week, but eventually escaped with the help of a young, rebellious mare named Corkscrew, whom insisted upon joining the prince as a member of his own staff. Upon their escape and subsequent return with the king's forces, Argos haphazardly let the prince take charge of the attack. The leadership role was soon commandeered by Corkscrew. Directing the Draconic forces through the narrow passes with the help of maps provided by Prince Curls. The two ponies celebrated their victory with a long night of passionate sex atop the fallen warlords banner. At least, that's what the common folk believe; in truth, the prince found himself unable to get it up for the mare, and Corkscrew thoroughly unsatisfied but greatly amused. Argos had put the tapestry up as a bit of a joke, one that made Prince Curls blush every time he saw it.
Cosmic InvaderAuthor's Note M/M Cuckolding in this chapter. If you're not into that sort of stuff, I'd recommend skipping ahead to "The throne room was quiet" Cosmic Invader Argos's thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a familiar bespectacled stallion passing by, heading in the direction of the Prince's room. Argos smirked as the dragon stalked after the visitor, all too familiar with Cosmo and Curls's relationship. Cosmo found himself roughly tossed onto Curls's bed, landing atop a few sketches of maps and knocking over a few almanacs. The submissive, bespectacled stallion shuddered as he looked up at Argos. The dragon's nostrils flared as he let out a sigh, his warm breath fogging up Cosmo's glasses from the heat of his breath. Argos leant down, his tongue slowly tracing along Cosmo's sheath as the dragon forced the submissive male's legs apart. Cosmo shuddered as the dragon nuzzled the unicorn's length, drawing a low moan out of the subby male. Argos grinned in delight as he lowered his snout further, pressing his nose against the Earth pony's plump orbs. Cosmo shivered as Argos nuzzled the stallion's length, unsure of what the dragon had planned, but he found himself growing hard at the possibilities nonetheless. Argos was all too swift to envelop Cosmo's length in his maw, the dragon's long, slender tongue wrapping around the subby stallion's shaft, threatening to bring the shuddering pony to climax. Cosmo's eyes rolled back in his head as the king's snake like tongue wrapping around the pony's throbbing length. He trembled as Argos's tongue lapped at Cosmo's aching balls, eliciting a desperate, needy moan. Argos let out a delighted chuckle as his tongue worked further downwards, between Cosmo's plush ass-cheeks as the dragon's long tongue started to circle around the subby stallion's puffy tailhole. The small pony's rump was still a little sore from the last time Argos had so thoroughly abused it, even slightly loosened from the ordeal. The dragon watched with glee as the pony squirmed and moaned as a result of the king's skillful tongue, only stopping his efforts once he deemed the pony was ready for a different kind of anal invader. Cosmo winced, his ponut clenching reflexively around the tapered tip of the dragon's cock. The stallion shivered, knowing what was coming next, and knowing that he wouldn't be able to sit right for a week afterwards... It would be worth it though, it always was. The dragon was slow and gentle at first, though that changed when the nubbed barbs on the top of the dragon's shaft finally slipped in. Cosmo suspected that such barbs were once sharp, even asking the dragon about it after their first time together. Argos confessed to nothing, he never did, and such thoughts were hard to focus on as the king's royal shaft was slowly starting to piston into Cosmo's stretched anus, the nubbed barbs pressing roughly against the subby stallion's prostate with each thrust. It didn't take long before the dragon burst, stuffing Cosmo's poor, abused tailhole further as Argos knotted the pony's plush rump. Cosmo could only shudder and moan as the dragon finished inside the smaller male, eliciting a smaller, more pathetic orgasm out of the submissive stallion's neglected shaft. Cosmo groaned, rubbing the sizable bulge that was forming in his belly with every generous rope of thick, warm seed was emptied into his eager ponut. The throne room was quiet. The only signs of life within this late in the day were the various maids dusting and cleaning the surfaces about the room. They notably avoided the throne itself, Argos was rather particular about its care. Few dared to abuse the dragon's trust and touched said seat of power. They oftentimes found themselves unable to walk for a few days after the royal dragon got ahold of them afterwards.
A Familiar FeelingArgos let out a deep sigh as he returned to his throneroom, passing by his rather flustered offspring as Curls happened upon the mess Argos had left behind. Curls had gotten used to it by now, and he was too ashamed to admit that he greatly enjoyed the show to protest his father's advances on Cosmo. The dragon quietly sat back down upon his throne, sighing once more as he looked over the various treasures and paintings that dotted the walls of his throneroom. Most were gifts, though the occasional war trophy could be found. His gaze eventually settled on an old necklace, a deep violet gem set in the center, shining as beautifully as the night sky he'd first held it under. He stood from his throne and strided towards the object of his attention. It was a gift indeed, but not one meant for him. He tentatively took the old piece of jewelry from the case, and beneath it rested a faded beige feather. The memory attached to the old necklace flooded back, an unforgettable night under an Equestrian sky. He had hidden amongst the citizens while disguised as a pony for some time. The enchantment originated within the amulet, and while it took some getting used to he did eventually adjust. Even falling in love with one of the locals, a healer that took him in and accepted the quirky green stallion that had stumbled upon her porch in the middle of the night. He'd suffered a rather serious setback after stumbling over the ledge of a cliff and landing in a bramble of Everfree vines. It was a painful experience that left him looking more like a hound with mange than a pony. Argos smiled as he gently stroked a claw along the faded feather. It had long lost it's color but the memory of the gentle, patient mare never faded from the sentimental dragon's mind. He closed his eyes, letting his mind drift back to a distant memory of spread wings, soft fur, and the bittersweet smell of perfume. It had been an accident of course, though that hardly mattered as he had knocked the bottle over in the midst of robbing the house. He had dragged himself more than a mile to get there, a sizable gash in his chest and dozens of barbs embedded in his hide. The disguise worked a little too well, and he had found himself tumbling over and down a cliff in the Everfree. Unfamiliar with how a Pegasus flew, he'd managed to glide a short distance but the smaller wingspan was built for hovering, not flying long distance across mountains and valleys. The end result left him heavily injured and slightly delirious as he made his way to the first unlocked house he could find. He climbed through the window, knocking over a bottle and waking the home's occupant. He was left covered in a strong smelling perfume that overwhelmed his senses and made his wounds sting. When she had stumbled upon his injured form the look in her lavender eyes bore concern with his state of well-being and not the fact he had broken in and was currently trying to climb back out the window. He was in no shape to resist as she dragged his bedraggled form out of the bathroom and onto a bed where she proceeded to dress and clean his wounds. He had recovered remarkably quickly over the proceeding weeks, and she worked to get him back into shape, even teaching him how to fly properly. And sighed, shaking his head and setting the feather and necklace back in its rightful place. He had promised to replace the bottle of perfume he'd broken. She found his concern rather humorous than endearing. He had yet to find a bottle. 'Antiseptic' she had called it; an odd name but he always presumed it to be foreign in origin. "Daddy?" A feminine voice pulled him from his thoughts as he turned to face the origin.
Father Daughter BondingArgos smiled, turning and gently pulling the young striped dragoness into a hug, squeezing his daughter affectionately and gently planting a smooch on her snout, which she turned against him and forced him into a full kiss. "Hey there Lizzy, how's my favorite daughter?" He cooed affectionately, stroking his claw through her long blue mane. Lizzy giggled. "I'm your only daughter, daddy... or at least the only one you know about." She teased, letting out a gentle purr as he scratched behind her ears. Argos laughed. "That's why you're my favorite!" He shot back, gingerly pulling her away and towards the throne, pulling her into his lap as he sat down, hugging his offspring against his chest. Lizzy shifted in Argos's lap, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she returned the hug, grinding her plush flanks against her father's groin. She did so enjoy her time with her father, especially when she got him riled up enough leave her unable to walk properly for the rest of the week. Argos smirked, his claws roaming southward to grope Lizzy's thighs. He knew what that look meant, and she would probably sate herself with one of the unfortunate guards or castle maids if he turned her down... not that they ever seemed to mind. Lizzy bit her lip as she felt something brushing against her labia. She always knew just what daddy liked, and he was loathe to turn down a horny dragoness willingly crawling into his lap. Argos hardly hesitated as Lizzy soon found the tip of his shaft spreading her damp lower lips, spearing his horny offspring atop his throne. Lizzy let out a soft coo, moaning as her daddy's cock spread her slutty pussy, filling her quite nicely as he started to thrust upwards, bouncing his perverted daughter in his lap. Lizzy pressed her muzzle into the nape of Argos's neck, softly moaning her father's name as she happily rocked her hips, savoring every inch of his sizable maleness. Lizzy's moans echoed throughout the throneroom as Argos forcefully pulled his slutty daughter onto his length, knotting her tight pussy as he emptied his load into her quickly swelling womb. Lizzy purred in satisfaction as Argos filled her with his thick, creamy seed. She rubbed the bulge forming in her belly as she snuggled against her father. "Such a good girl. You really are my favorite.~" Argos teased, nibbling on her ear as he gave her a gentle squeeze.
