The Red Queens Knight

Main Pairing: Dickgirl Hybrid x Dickgirl Dragon x Female Wolf

Main Kinks/TWs: Incest, knotted cocks, breeding, mommy kink, threesome, vaginal, anal, oral, rimming, titfuck, messy cumshots, creampies

For Firsooth, who was a joy to work with!~

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Clad in obsidian-black armor, Pyra hailed the two guardsmen stationed at the entrance to Castle Calyrt. The guards immediately straightened their posture and gave a short bow at the sight of her.

"Glad to see you back, Captain!" One of the guards, a hellhound wearing the standard silver chainmail of his position, greeted her with a toothy smile. He was one of her many younger siblings who served under their mother and monarch -- the Red Queen.

Pyra nodded, her face hidden beneath an ornate helm that was sculpted into the visage of a dragon's maw. "You didn't think some rabble would be any threat to me, did you?" She chuckled softly. "The trouble-makers have been dealt with -- I've left the ones smart enough to surrender in the hands of the city watch."

"That's why you're our captain," the other guardsman said, regarding Pyra's imposing form with a mix of reverence and fear in his eyes. As an average lykin, rather than a dragon/lupine hybrid -- hellhounds, as they were often called -- he stood a head shorter than either of them. "T-time for some well-deserved rest and relaxation, eh?"

"The Queen's Blade must always be at the ready... But perhaps some respite is in order," she said, stepping past the two guards and into the grand entrance to Castle Calyrt, bidding them farewell with a raised fist. "Stay vigilant, men!"

"Aye, Captain!" The guards both shouted.

As the heavy stone doors shut behind her, Pyra sighed under her helm, finally greeted with the familiar sights and sounds of the castle lobby. An immaculately crafted statue of a dragoness stood at the far end of the hall, at the base of the polished red staircases leading to the castle's many sections and facilities -- resting upon a hoard of riches, gazing upon all who would enter her domain with crimson gemstone eyes.

"It's her..."

"That's the Queen's Blade, isn't it?"

She passed by numerous castle attendants on her way, murmuring at the sight of her in that imposing draconian armor and stopping to bow in respect. Pyra merely kept her head held high as she strode past them. Beneath that helm, she wore a proud little smirk. It wasn't in her nature to flaunt or boast of her position... But she still enjoyed the reverence that it brought.

Pyra headed downstairs towards her quarters. As soon as the door was shut and locked behind her, the hellhound dropped her shoulders and sighed, pulling off her helm and shaking out a messy mane of fiery red fur. She tossed it aside and then began undoing the straps and plates of her armor, piece by piece falling to the carpeted floor with dull thuds. Her suit was a work of art in and of itself -- commissioned by the finest blacksmiths and enchanters in the land, with countless black plates arranged in a pattern of scales to further invoke the image of a fearsome draconic warrior.

After shedding her armor, the hellhound stood wearing a simple dark undershirt. She left her armor strewn about the floor in a messy pile. Rolling her shoulders and craning her neck with a satisfying pop, Pyra pulled apart a sliding door near her bed and descended a short flight of stairs, into her bathing quarters.

A spacious stone tub sat in the middle of the chamber. There were fresh towels hung up on the walls, and racks containing all manner of artisan soaps and oils arranged around the rim. Looming over the tub was a statue of a water dragon's head with its maw open. Lanterns fitted with alchemical crystals reacted to Pyra's presence, setting the chambers alight in a soothing cyan glow.

Pyra turned a valve embedded into the base of the tub, and a rush of steamy hot water poured from the dragon statue's maw. It functioned via an indoor system of water pipes and heating magic -- a luxury often afforded only to high-class bathhouses, but an everyday convenience to the Queen's Blade.

Casually, she stripped out of her undersuit and tossed it aside, wearing only some thin panties that she then slid down her toned, slender thighs just as quickly.

Pyra glimpsed her naked self in the mirror. It was a sight few could claim to have witnessed.

Dense muscle sat beneath a coat of red fur, sculpted by the life of a warrior and marked with no shortage of scars, each worn as living proof of her servitude to the crown. She sported breasts that were firm and modest on her powerful frame, and abdominal muscles chiseled into a hard six-pack.

The moniker of hellhound was an apt one -- coined first by those unfortunate enough to face them in battle, and then widely adopted with pride by her and her kin. Standing at nearly seven feet tall, she possessed all the cunning and ferocity of a wolf, combined with the sheer physical prowess of a dragon.

Another part of her, just as prominent as her musculature, was the thick, fuzzy sheath hanging between her thighs, just above a pair of heavy, hanging balls. She had the Red Queen's bloodline to thank for that aspect of her anatomy.

It wasn't long until a steamy mist rose from the bathtub. Shutting off the valve, Pyra tested the heat with her paw before gingerly stepping inside, letting out a relieved sigh as the hot water enveloped her thighs.

"Hhaa..." She cooed. Sinking the bottom of the tub and sitting, submerged just above her chest, the hellhound closed her eyes and focused on the water caressing her aching, scarred body.

Minutes passed by in relative bliss... Until the door to the bath chambers creaked open, followed by quiet footsteps.

Pyra's ears pricked. She knew for certain she had locked the door. Within seconds, she became alert, teeth bared, claws out, and ready to face whoever intruded on her bathtime. "Who goes there?" She barked.

"...Is that any way to greet your mother, child?" A soft, feminine, and familiar voice calmly retorted. "I've been looking for you."

Instantly, Pyra softened, faced with a lykin woman draped in flowing azure robes.

Kura -- Castle Calryt's head shaman, lover to the Red Queen, and more importantly, her other mother. She slipped a set of enchanted keys back into her pocket.

"...Oh." Prya sank back into the pool and sighed. "What is it, mother?"

"Well, since wanting to visit my firstborn isn't reason enough it seems, I have messages to relay from Vive herself," she said, stepping towards the tub. "But first... A bath would be wonderful right about now. You don't mind if I join, do you?"

Before she could even open her mouth to respond, Kura untied her robes and let the fabric pool around her feet, revealing herself to wear nothing underneath. Jet black fur covered her body, free of the white or gray patterns that were common among the lykin. The only discoloration present was some very light fading on her muzzle and atop her head. Smoky white eyes contrasted the inky darkness of her fur.

No words could better describe the shaman's body than matronly. Every inch of her held a pleasant, subtle softness, from her bountiful chest to her slightly pudgy stomach, down to curvaceous thighs that could make any red-blooded man weep, and hips that were truly fit for bearing children -- a purpose she had fulfilled well, given just how many hellhounds were produced by her and the Red Queen's coupling.

Despite pushing her sixties, Kura still largely gave the appearance of someone twenty years younger. It was the work of the land's most talented alchemists, assembled by the Queen herself, that kept the lykin youthful and fertile beyond her years.

Pyra bunched up her fists under the water and tore her eyes away, chewing her bottom lip a bit.

Stepping into the water and sinking in, Kura let out an exaggerated, sighing moan. "Aah... Divine~" The shaman rested back across from her daughter. "So, another group of rebels dealt with, hm? You hardly ever seem to take any time for yourself."

Pyra raised an eyebrow. "As long as there are enemies to the crown, then her blade must remain sharp, yes?"

"We live in a time of peace, child -- something rarely afforded to most nations. There will always be those who foolishly cling to the old regime, in spite of the prosperity our Queen has brought to the land, but these groups are weak and scattered. It hardly warrants the attention of the Queen's Blade, I think."

"It sends a message, mother. A message that no matter how small, any slight against our Queen warrants my attention," Pyra said, crossing her arms beneath the water.

"Perhaps, but taking action yourself presents its own risks, does it not? They know you tend to deal with things yourself, and could very well intend to lure you into a trap next time." Kura retorted.

Pyra snorted, turning up her snout. "I would like to see them try, honestly."

The shaman shook her head. "...You truly are Vive's daughter, child."

In return, she simply gave her a proud smile. "Indeed I am, mother. Now, surely this wasn't all you came to discuss?"

"Ah, I nearly forgot." Kura cleared her throat, a mischievous smirk tugging her lips. "By royal decree, you've been relieved of your duties as captain of the guard until further notice."

Pyra's cocky expression changed to shock in less than a second, shooting upright as if the steamy bathwater suddenly turned into ice. "WHAT!?"

Kura grinned, clearly holding back laughter. "Calm yourself, child. Vive and I discussed it -- you're putting yourself at risk, and there are other responsibilities that require your attention."

"T-this is preposterous! Who will organize the patrols? Who will make sure the armory is stocked and our new recruits trained?" She blinked, her scarlet eyes wide as dinner plates.

Kura waved her hand dismissively. "Your brothers and sisters are more than qualified to handle those for the time being. Remember, this order comes from Vive herself. Consider it a... Royally mandated vacation." She chuckled.

Finally, Pyra relented, sinking back into the water with a defeated expression. "And what am I supposed to do, then?" She asked, ears flopping back against her skull.

"Whatever you would enjoy, child. You're half-dragon -- it's not in your blood to spend all day working and worrying about enemies that couldn't even scratch our Queen. And speaking of Vive, she requests your presence in her chambers as soon as you are able. No doubt to discuss your little vacation, I'm sure."

"Ah, wonderful... Perhaps we can get this madness sorted out then." Pyra huffed.

Kura chuckled. With a sigh, she lifted herself out of the tub, her black coat shimmering against the alchemic lights, droplets of water accentuating every supple curve and contour. A satisfying jiggle ran from her thighs, up her stomach, and across her tits as she stepped onto the edge of the tub.

Squirming under the water, Pyra had to tear her eyes away, but not before she felt an unconscious stirring in her sheath.

This was her mother, the hellhound reminded herself. The thoughts that invaded her mind weren't exactly of the noble and nightly sort. As Kura grabbed a towel and dried herself, Pyra kept her eyes on the misty bathwater.

"I do believe you'll find it to be, mmh... A very productive meeting." Kura purred.

"...What do you mean by that?"

The shaman merely winked in return. "You'll see~" she said. After drying off and slipping back into her robes, Kura bid her daughter farewell, leaving the hellhound to sit with her thoughts.

Pyra huffed and sank into the bath. "Cryptic as ever, I see..."

This was not how she expected her evening to go. To be relieved of her duties sounded like a farce -- something so ridiculous as to be met with laughter. But, unless her mothers were playing some cruel joke upon her, this was her reality.

"So what if I'm married to my work?" Pyra muttered as she lathered herself in soaps and oils, running her paws down her chest, stomach, and legs. "Is that so bad? Just what do they expect me to do?" she said.

Of course, Pyra knew in the back of her mind what they expected. She was the daughter of a great dragon, after all. Many of her brothers and sisters leveraged their royal blood, starting small hoards and harems of their own. Opulence, indulgence, hedonism... To a dragon, the privilege to revel so gluttonously in worldly pleasures was the natural outcome of strength and conquest.

Pyra shuddered as she brushed a paw past her twitching sheath. Sure, carnal desires were far from a foreign concept to her, and she was no virgin either, but it had simply never come before her drives to service and duty.

It was such a casual pleasure among her family too. On one occasion, Pyra even recalled reporting back to the Red Queen's chambers, only to walk in on her own mother pinning one of her many concubines to the floor, thrusting like a savage as the girl cried and moaned. The dragoness didn't even stop upon seeing her -- simply speaking as if enjoying a cup of tea, and even asking if she wanted to "join in on the fun".

"Gods..." Pyra sighed, finally stepping out of the tub, ignoring the aching twitch of her glistening red shaft as it stood halfway out of the sheath.

Perhaps a little chat with her mother could get this nonsense sorted out. Then again, Vive wasn't exactly known for being the agreeable type.

After drying herself off and draining the bath, Pyra headed back up to her quarters, opening her wardrobe and sifting through the array of outfits. It was a modest collection, at least for someone so directly tied to royalty. She never cared much for frilly dresses or expensive gowns.

After all, what if an assassin broke in? She couldn't have all that loose fabric getting in the way.

Eventually, she settled on a tunic patterned in green and black, and some dark cloth slacks. Once the hellhound was dressed, she headed off towards her mother's chambers.

Very few in Castle Calyrt ever met the Red Queen in person. She rarely made public appearances either. It was only through a hidden passageway that one could reach her true domain beneath the castle. Only those connected by blood were permitted without invitation -- and even if a would-be assailant found their way in, the entrance was sealed by a set of enchanted stone doors, impervious to even the strongest of magics.

Immediately, the massive slabs reacted to her presence and shuddered. Two dragons carved into the stone rotated on a mechanical axis, their eyes of rare cuprite gemstone flooding with light. With a heavy mechanical clunk, the doors slowly slid apart to reveal a wide stone staircase leading deeper underground. Torches along the walls ignited on their own with every step Pyra took.

She pushed open one last set of heavy ornate doors and finally stepped into the Red Queen's true domain.

Viverifaustus the Vicious -- Vive, as those close would know her -- was a dragon in the truest sense of the word. Within a grand cavern, carved out over years by the land's most powerful stone mages, the Red Queen herself sat curled atop a hoard of untold riches. The glimmer of golds, silvers, bronzes, and gems of any color one could imagine competed only with the radiance of her shimmering crimson scales. Two dark horns curled around her massive head.

Dozens upon dozens of thralls shuffled around the chamber in identical red robes, all devoted to servicing the Queen's every last whim and desire.

If Vive noticed her daughter's arrival, she didn't show it, lounging with her eyes shut as the seismic force of her every breath rolled across the chamber. Pyra took a deep breath to collect herself. She stepped towards the Queen's hoard, past the many thralls bowing in reverence to the firstborn. "You requested my presence, mother?" she said.

The dragon's eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing bright citrine irises and diamond-shaped pupils. Vive lifted her head with a grumbling yawn. The very ground shook as she moved, turning to address her daughter with a casual, arrogant gaze.

" GOOD. YOU'RE HERE."

Even speaking normally, her mighty voice sent shockwaves running across the cavern like a small earthquake, her thralls stumbling back and covering their ears. The Red Queen shut her eyes again and craned her neck towards the ceiling. Motes of shimmering light emerged from her scales and coalesced around her towering form, surrounding her like a vortex of white fireflies. The arcane storm compressed inward, and shrouded in light, so too did the Queen's silhouette.

Pyra winced as her mother shifted into a more practical form for interacting with someone that she otherwise dwarfed. When the mesmerizing display of lights ended, the dragon standing before her now stood on just two legs.

Her bipedal form stood about eight feet tall. Remaining every bit as imposing as her true self, Vive practically took on the body of an amazonian woman -- dense, rippling muscle shifted beneath red and gold-tan scales, with a chiseled six-pack running down her stomach. Two skulls sat atop her shoulders like pauldrons, taken from slain rival dragons and dipped in gold. Between the skulls was a fur cape flowing down her back with a shimmering inner lining of black and gold accents.

Vive didn't care much for modesty. Aside from the gaudy cape, the dragoness presented herself in naught but her bare scales. Two massive, pendulous, teardrop-shaped breasts sat atop her chest and jiggled with even the slightest motion. They would've looked absurd on anyone else, but fit perfectly on such a towering frame.

Even her own daughter had to admit it -- she was a breathtaking woman. In every manner, Viverifaustus embodied power, femininity, and virility. Between her legs hung a flaccid, monstrous shaft, which Pyra forced herself to look away from.

The hellhound chewed her lip. Warmth flooded her cheeks, thankfully hidden by the color of her fur. This was her mother, for Gods' sake. That was the cock that brought her and her many brothers and sisters into this world. It wasn't proper, no matter how massive, meaty, or mouth-watering it might've looked...

Pyra forced herself to snap out of it. These thoughts were hardly befitting of a royal knight.

Sitting upon a golden throne, the Red Queen crossed her legs and addressed Pyra with a soft smile. "Kura delivered the news, I take it?"

Pyra nodded. "Y-yes, mother. May I ask what stripping me of my position, even momentarily, is supposed to accomplish?" She asked sheepishly, suddenly feeling a lot less bold beneath her mother's withering gaze.

Vive responded with just the sort of arrogant chuckle she expected. "Ya' know... I think most of your siblings would be thanking me for a sanctioned vacation."

"I never requested one, mother."

"Sure, sure. But you didn't, and you won't, so I had to make that decision for you. Someone's gotta stop you from working yourself into the ground, little tail-chaser. Bit of an ironic nickname, now that I think about it. You don't do much tail chasing nowadays..." Vive grinned.

Tail-chaser

The hellhound pouted as her ears flattened against her head. It was just a silly nickname from when she was a cub chasing her mother's tail. "C-can you please just tell me what this nonsense is all about?" she grumbled.

"Oho, I think you know what this is all about, tail-chaser. I know you're not that dense." Vive asked, eyes narrowing as she lazily rested her snout in her palm, the slight motion sending a jiggle across her bust. "But hey, I'll spell it out to you anyway. Where's your harem? Where's your goddamned hoard? You're a fucking dragon, remember? Well, half-dragon -- but my point still stands. Sure, do your important captain stuff -- but at the end of the day, you should be layin' atop a pile of riches, drinking the world's most expensive cognac, and going balls-deep in a harem girl. Or boy. I don't judge."