Main Pairing: M human x F anthro dragon x Three F kobolds
Main Kinks/TWs: Interspecies, scalie, group sex, master/servant dynamics, virginity loss
For an anonymous requester!~
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Sir Harold awoke atop a massive bed, messy satin sheets and discarded clothes strewn about him. Sunlight poured in through ornate stained-glass windows. Each depicted a great crimson dragon in various scenes, from his towering form presiding over a mountain of gold, to him incinerating an opposing army with blazing breath.
From his understanding, they depicted the exploits of his wife's late father. Dragons weren't typically modest when it came to flaunting their deeds or their wealth.
It was ironic, in a way. Harold had been a prince once -- he'd set off on his own soon after reaching adulthood to escape the pressures and scheming politics of royal life, just to end up marrying into royalty again. Granted, it was still far from what his family must've expected. Harold knew without a shadow of doubt that he was much happier now than he would've been following their wishes.
When the knight shifted, he became keenly aware of a warm, pleasant weight pressing onto his groin... And a luscious softness wrapped around his stiff manhood, risen like the morning sun.
Speaking of his lovely wife...
Harold lifted his head, meeting the citrine-yellow gaze staring right back at him. Two titanic mounds rested atop his lap, easily larger than his head and completely enveloping his member, capped with stiff, dark red nipples. Scales of deep crimson covered most of her voluptuous frame, while the softer scales on her breasts, neck, and stomach were a pale salmon color. Past her shoulders, Harold spied the curve of her massive, wobbling ass and supple hips.
She grinned playfully, flashing rows of sharp draconic teeth at him. Two short brown horns curved around her head, similar to those of a ram. Around her neck was a choker lined with golden studs.
Flaviatyrexus -- The Tyrantsbane, as she had christened herself after deposing her father, who ruled over the duchy with an iron fist.
To those close to her, she was simply called Tyra.
"Good morning, my sweet~" She spoke in the smoothest, sexiest voice to ever grace Harold's ears. Every syllable flowed like velvet, and every word ended on the sultry hiss that only a dragon could pull off. She held her breasts tightly around the human's shaft and squeezed.
"Hhhaa...~" Harold winced in pleasure. His cock twitched and trembled within the confines of Tyra's breasts, helplessly trapped in an embrace of silky soft scales. "A good morning to you as well, my love..."
Tyra giggled. "I couldn't help noticing that your dragonslayer here was very much awake. Impressive, given the thorough ravishing you gave me just last night~" She flicked out her serpentine tongue, dragging it along her teeth in a display of animalistic hunger. "Mmmh... To think that I would've once scoffed at the thought of a mere human being able to satisfy me -- now I can't get enough of you~"
Her praise sent a rush of sexual pride rumbling in his chest, as well as another jolt of blood rushing down south. Reaching out, Harold took greedy handfuls of his wife's breasts and squeezed, sinking his fingers knuckle-deep into soft, pillowy breastflesh. "Given those sounds you were making -- I believe one would be hard-pressed to decide if I was slaying you or laying you, my love~" He chuckled.
"Be proud, for no man makes me roar as you have~" Tyra purred. Squeezing her chest tighter around his mast, she pumped him off at a steadily growing pace, the slap of his waist hitting the underside of her breasts echoing across the chamber. She gazed upon him with such palpable admiration. "Lie back and relax, my darling knight... Let me take care of you...~"
Harold sighed and rested his head back. Silently, he thanked the Gods for whatever fortune had brought him to this point -- waking up not only with the most beautiful woman in the land, but with her breasts lovingly draped across his eager shaft. His hips began to thrust in time with Tyra's pumping. After giving the dragoness's breasts another squeeze, he let go and dug them into the bedsheets, more than content to let his lover take care of the rest.
That was, until the door to their bedchambers creaked open.
"Gooooooood morning, lovebirds!~" A high-pitched, feminine voice chirped.
Three short, scaly figures suddenly shuffled inside, carrying trays of tea, biscuits, butter, and various other breakfast items -- Tyra's retinue of kobold servants. They were all female, and they all donned skimpy outfits that consisted of nothing more than a simple, flowing loincloth, and thin tops that hugged their bountiful chests. Harold remembered asking about their choice of attire at one point, and the girls seemed confused at the thought of wearing anything else.
Harold recognized the sing-song chirping of Trill's voice. She seemed to be the most outgoing of the three girls, always ready to serve her master's every whim at a moment's notice. Her outer scales were a vibrant red similar to Tyra's, but with a tan underbelly. Two long, black horns jutted back from her skull. Her ample hips, rump, and breasts bounced with every step, nearly mirroring Tyra in terms of voluptuousness.
Beside her, Frilee stood with her tail eagerly flicking back and forth. Charcoal-dark scales adorned her diminutive form, contrasted with ruby red eyes and a light tan underbelly. The spines along the sides of her snout and down the middle of her head gave the kobold a more draconic appearance than the others. She also sported two sets of horns that fanned outwards, with numerous bits of jewelry hanging from them. Her body type leaned towards the more slim and slender side, with a smooth tummy and modest tits.
Last but certainly not least, Qurie timidly followed behind the other two kobolds. She was the quietest of the trio by far and only seemed to speak when directly spoken to. Dusty-yellow scales covered her plump and curvy frame. In terms of body type, she was somewhere between Trill and Frilee. Unlike the others, she lacked horns entirely -- instead, Qurie sported frills along the sides of her head that almost resembled ears.
Harold blushed and tried to hide their obvious indecency beneath the sheets. "H-hello! Good morning to you girls! I, ah, think this might not be the best time..."
Tyra, however, merely raised an eyebrow in amusement before pulling the sheets back away. "Ah, sometimes I forget how skiddish humans can be when it comes to such matters. Don't mind them, my sweet. In fact, I would imagine they've been quite eager to catch us like this! I almost felt bad, having them listen to us make love all night without being able to assist...~"
Just when the knight thought he was getting used to draconic traditions, there was always something new to throw him off. Harold figured he shouldn't have been too surprised... He remembered awkwardly turning down Frilee's offers to help him bathe one night. "I see..."
"Yeah! Now that you're married, we belong to both of you!~" Trill giggled happily. Setting down her tray, the excitable little lizard scrambled up onto the bed beside Harold, her emerald eyes wide with interest.
The two other kobold girls followed suit. Frilee smirked and took a seat beside Trill, while Qurie seemed to hesitate for a second, her yellow eyes darting back and forth before she took a seat farther away on the bed.
"I-If the new Duke would like us, of course..." Qurie muttered.
Duke? Right, Tyra was the Duchess of the land, technically making him a Duke. That would take some getting used to.
Tyra, meanwhile, continued massaging Harold's shaft between her tits, entirely unbothered by the three girls crowding around them. "They're right, my sweet," she said. "My servants are always willing and eager to please... Especially when it comes to matters of intimacy. All three are quite skilled in that regard. I expect you not to squander their adoration or their talents... It would be un-dragonly not to indulge. Also, it would hurt their feelings."
A part of Harold that still subscribed to human values of chivalry and strict monogamy protested. What kind of married man would sleep around with his servants, let alone an honorable knight? There had to be some kind of misunderstanding. "But, my love... I belong to you, do I not?"
"Indeed, you do. But they belong to you now, too. You're practically an honorary dragon -- a privilege that few humans can boast. It's not an act of infidelity... It's simply how we do things. Kobolds yearn to please their masters in every manner possible, and it would be cruel not to indulge them," she said, dismissing his concerns with a flippant wave.
Harold's eyes flicked across the trio. This was all so new and strange to him... But his wife had a point. He was the one who decided to marry into draconic royalty. It wasn't his place to defy their customs. Even if one side of him still felt unsure about the situation, another side very much approved of being watched as he throbbed heartily between Tyra's breasts. "I suppose this is what I signed up for. Very well... I will try."
"Yay!" Trill chirped and scooted closer, drawing her hand down his broad chest. "Kehehe... So handsome! Master really found herself a stud!~"
Frilee joined in, too. "And soooooo strong! I bet he could carry all three of us without breaking a sweat!" she said, feeling up his muscular biceps.
Qurie chewed her lip and hesitated for a second, unable to tear her eyes away from him. "H-he's so..." She placed a shaky hand on his chest and slowly drew it down his stomach. "S-so manly...~"
Being fawned over by three gorgeous kobold girls wasn't how Harold expected his morning to start; however, he certainly couldn't complain either. If anything, their attention excited him more as the pressure in his loins bloomed and tightened, his breaths picking up steadily. He was getting close, and the thought of all three girls witnessing his climax brought him closer to that blissful peak. "Gods...!~" Harold grunted.
Tyra grinned. "Ohoho... Getting close, my sweet?~" She teased him, pumping her breasts faster and faster around the human's raging shaft, using his drooling pre-cum to slicken up her titjob. "Gather around, my servants! I want you three to see for yourself just how virile a human can be~"
"Ooh! I wanna see! I wanna see!" Frilee licked her chops.
"Me too!" Trill said.
"G-gosh um... I wanna see too, if that's okay..." Qurie squeaked.
Harold grimaced in pleasure as Tyra picked up the pace, that clap of skin meeting scales ringing out in a harsh rhythm. Sweat beaded his brow while his chest rose and fell with heated breaths. His wife was showing no mercy, and it was clear both from her actions, her words, and the lust-stricken glare in her eyes that she fully intended on making him cum then and there. "...Close!~" Harold warned.
"Do it, my sweet! Let it all out... Give us every last drop of your seed!~" Tyra goaded him on, holding her chest in an almost painfully tight squeeze around him, pumping over and over.
