Lay the Dragon v2 (18+ NSFW)

Arland opened his eyes and let out a breath of contentment as he looked around the room. The large, four-post bed, Nury, and Trinar each sleeping on his chest, still bare after a night of debauchery between the three of them, and a gentle peace that seemed to permeate the castle, like it could finally breathe with a king that wasn't turned corrupt.

Nury was the first to join him. She snuggled closer as the last vestiges of sleep worked from her body, "Mmm... It's too early, babe..."

Arland pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, "I know, my love. But we still have things to do."

She met his gaze, "If one of those 'things' is me, forget it. I'm still sore after that pounding from last night. But... I think Trinar could use a good wake-up call..."

Arland glanced at the demoness who was still snoozing peacefully on his chest before looking back to Nury, "And what about you? You know you can't resist me."

Nury smiled softly and caressed his cheek, "True. But I also don't want to walk funny all day."

He smirked, "I'll be gentle... Promise."

The dragoness shook her head and pulled back the covers, "No. But I know Trinar wants it." The dragoness stood and made her way to the bathroom, her bare feet patting softly on the stone as her ass waved left and right tauntingly, enhanced by the motion of her tail.

Arland watched her leave before turning back to Trinar. She was usually the heavy sleeper of the group. The one that wouldn't wake up if a manticore came crashing through the wall.

He gently rolled her over onto her back, but she snuggled closer to him with a soft groan.

Arland smirked, "I did promise to take care of you before we left..." He whispered in her ear. She only snored in reply.

"Fine, I guess I'll just have to do this myself," He said to no one in particular. He slipped from her grip and settled between her legs, his breath brushing across her slit, causing it to twitch slightly. He slowly slid his tongue up her slit, then back down, repeating the motion until he heard a soft moan.

He smirked and continued, occasionally teasing her clitoris, but otherwise focused on the line between her labia, his tongue darting inside her, tasting the sweet honey that she produced.

Her breathing increased, but she remained the stubborn sleeper she always was, meeting his tongue with soft snores, even as her hips began to move of their own accord.

He pulled back and grinned, "Time to wake up, little demon queen..." He teased, his voice soft. He moved back in and pressed his tongue deeper in, focusing more on her clit now as his fingers began to tease around her entrance, massaging and rubbing the ring of muscle.

Her breaths turned to breathy moans as her snoring faded. She began mumbling something in her sleep. While her words were still indecipherable, her tone was unmistakable - she was as into it as he was.

"You certainly do enjoy waking up like this, don't you, my pet?" He asked.

She moaned in response as her hand came down and rested on his head, pulling him in deeper. He obliged and began licking her with more vigor, his fingers teasing her slit as she began to produce more honey.

His tongue darted in and out, pressing deep inside, tasting all he could as he felt her tighten around him. Her hips bucking as she tightened around him, her orgasm rolling through her. He continued licking and fingering her, drawing out her pleasure as she moaned and writhed, her hands clutching at the sheets.

As she came down from her high, Arland withdrew and crawled up her body, kissing softly as he went.

Her eyes flickered open, "Mmm... Good morning, handsome."

Arland smirked and kissed her, "Call me whatever you want, just don't call me bad in bed."

She put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, "Oh, never. You're the only one I'd ever want sharing these royal chambers. So, are you going to leave off there, or were you going to fuck me like you did Nury last night?"

"Well, she doesn't want any this morning, but I'm more than happy to oblige. How would you like it?"

She pulled his hips closer, "How about you take responsibility? You got me horny, so..." She trailed off.

Arland lowered himself, his lips brushing against the skin of her neck.

"Arland... Stop teasing me, you bastard..."

He flashed an evil smirk as he opened his mouth and latched on, his teeth digging into her skin with a pleasurable pain. Meanwhile, lower, he thrust forward, impaling his length within her.

Her head fell back as a moan escaped her lips. His hips moved back, then snapped forward once again. Her hands clutched his shoulders as her legs rested, her calves across his thighs.

Her tail wrapped around his leg and his hand found her breast as his other supported him from his elbow. He began to move faster, his thrusts harder.

Her moans became louder and more frequent, echoing off the stone walls. "Arland! Fuck! Fuck yes! Harder, my king!"

"Sound like you two are having fun," Nury said as she walked back in, smirking. "Let's see how our soon-to-be queen likes being the one that can't walk."

Trinar looked up at her, "J-just - AH!- shut up, you slu- ugh!- slut!"

Nury grinned and knelt by Trinar's head, "Oh? What was that?" She asked before lowering herself to kiss her. As their tongues tangled, Nury's claws traced down her body, eliciting shudders from the demoness as her claws lightly traced her skin.

She broke the kiss and continued downward, lightly brushing over Trinar's clit, causing her to jump. Arland smirked and moved his hand up to the demoness' hair, gripping and giving a soft, steady pull, while the dragoness leaned forward, her breasts dangling in the demoness' face.

"I-I'm gonna miss -Uhhh...- this. You both, doting on me..." Trinar said with a soft sigh, between grunts.

Nury nodded, "Me too. I know I'll have Arland, but... I'm going to miss your tongue..."

Arland raised an eyebrow, "Hey, I've got a tongue."

Nury smirked up at him and patted his cheek as he kept thrusting, "Sure you do, baby. And you try your best with it."

Trinar watched the two. When Arland's eyes went back to hers, She stuck her tongue out, her demonic tongue long and sinuous as she snaked it around Nury's breast, the tip flicking briefly over her nipple.

"Point taken. I'll just stick with using this," He said as he thrust forward with more force, drawing a sharp grunt from the demoness.

Nury glanced up at him, "What about me?"

"Oh, I'll use this too."

As he finished, his thrusts grew harder and more frequent, his hips snapping forward with increasing speed. Nury sat up, watching as Trinar writhed beneath them, her lips parted as she moaned, her hands gripping the bedsheets for support as she bucked her hips, meeting his thrusts.

Nury stood and moved behind Arland, pressing herself against his back, her arms and wings wrapping around him as she whispered in his ear, "I Want to see our queen cum one last time. Give her an heir, my love."

Arland smirked with a nod as sweat dripped down his face from the exertion, "That's the plan."

Trinar's moan increased in frequency and pitch as she neared her second orgasm of the morning. Her legs shook and her fingers flexed harder, her demonic claws ripping the fabric as she came hard.

Arland groaned as he felt her tighten around him, and after a few more thrusts, he too came, filling her with his seed. He continued moving slowly as they rode out their orgasms together, before he fell forward, exhausted. He lay over Trinar, supporting his weight on his arms as she brought her hands up to his back. Her claws trailed softly over his back as she panted, pleased from her burst of pleasure.

"Uh... Trin, did you grow claws...?" Nury asked.

The demoness brought her hand to where she could see it, "It seems I did. That's... interesting..."

Arland smirked, "Aw, my little demoness is growing into a woman."

"Shut up... Ass..." Trinar joked.

Nury giggled, "ASS-land. I like the sound of that."

Arland flashed her a quick glare, "You ought to be careful. I'm still king. I could have you sent to the dungeon."

"Oh, and what would you have done to me? Some sexy demon man to whip me until I behave?" She challenged back.

Trinar spoke up, "Maybe the stockade. There, he could claim you over and over where all the kingdom could see."

Arland's eyes glinted, "I like that idea... Put you both in stockades so the whole kingdom can see that The dragon and queen are both my playthings."

The girls both blushed slightly at that, both stuttering momentarily before Nury found her voice.

"You'd... like that, wouldn't you, love...?" Nury asked with a blush.

Arland leaned down and kissed Trinar, "Perhaps one day. But for now, I'm content with this." He rolled off Trinar and pulled her onto his chest. Nury crawled over and laid across them, her head on his chest, but her wings covering the whole bed easily.

The demoness groaned, "You just have to show those damned things off, don't you?"

Nury giggled again, "Hey, it's not my fault you have those faulty little things," She said, signifying Trinar's vestigial wings, incapable of flight. "Besides, Arland loves my wings."

Trinar glared at her, "Yeah, well... I have a tail... A nice, long, prehensile tail. Yours just wags. Like a dog."

Nury brought her tail up, and the large, seemingly clumsy appendage softly lashed across Trinar's back, "Ow! Hey!"

"Sorry, it just wags. 'Like a dog'." Nury said, smirking.

"Alright, you two. We don't need a tail fight. You're both amazing in your ways. Now, let's get up and get to work. Nury and I have to go meet my father. Trin, we still need to pass you the crown and ensure the kingdom knows it has you as a queen."

Despite his words, no one attempted to move for a long moment, too comfortable in their pile of limbs to care. Eventually, Nury rose and left to prepare for the day, while Arland and Trinar shared a few more soft kisses before they followed her out.

Arland sat on the throne, the crown held in his hand. The softly glowing lights swirled around as he moved his fingers around and through them.

"Keep playing with those and you'll go blind," Nury said.

Trinar stifled a laugh, drawing a confused look from Krokette.

Arland sighed, "I was just thinking... It's over. Well and truly. What I've dedicated my life to since I was a child... I've achieved every goal I set out for. I'm happy, but... I also feel a little lost..."

Krokette stepped forward, "If I may, Sire... Even should you pass the crown to Trinar, I will recognize you as the true monarch. I'll follow her, but you've shown a kindness and disposition this throne has sorely needed for centuries. If you ever need advice, then please, consider my services yours."

She left off with a deep bow as Nury and Trinar nodded in agreement. Trinar was the first to speak, "Right. You'll always have us. Nury and I are always with you, my love. Even if not physically. Even while I'm the queen, you are my king."

Nury smiled, "Come, love. It's time."

He nodded and stood from the throne. The group walked out onto the balcony, overlooking the populace.

"People of the demon lands. As I said when I slew your king, I'm your new ruler. My time in this role is drawing to a close. You don't require a foreigner to lead you. You should have a fellow demon - one of your kind - to lead you. I hereby leave the crown with Trinar in my stead. I know she'll be a good and fair ruler."

He turned towards the demoness. She knelt in front of him as his hand rested on her head. The swirling lights appeared, seeming less dingy than they had when previous kings had claimed it. They floated up and passed into Trinar, marking her as the new ruler.

As he looked out at the crowd, he noticed a few elves had also come to see what was happening. He smiled, glad to see some of them could be civil.

Trinar stood, "I... Thank you, Arland. I'm honored that you trust me with this role. I won't let you down. As you have ruled fairly, so shall I. We shall honor the legacy you set in this short time."

He nodded and held his hand out to the populace, "Any elves that missed the first exodus that doesn't wish to remain here, I leave in one hour! Meet me at the city gates!"