The Dragon Lord's Consort: Dragon Tales
The Internal Conflict
Contains: (F/Solo, Tail Sex, First time, Pre-heat, and implied Incest)
Being dragon lord meant lots of things and then it meant little things. It could mean to have the biggest hoard, have total control over all dragons, have your own body guards and even demand something of it and it would be given to you.
The little things meant that she could enjoy a private chamber of her own with her own magma pool. Along with it came a small fountain where somewhat clean drinking water was available to her, a small amount of hunted meat was stored in between salted rocks and fish. A variety of stolen but soft pony pillows(before her time as Dragon Lord) to lie on. Lastly, she could choose to hang out with or be around any dragon she wanted and not have to worry about them trying to hit your or take your things. If they tried, it would end very badly.
So why is it though that the greatest and simplistic of things that come with as being Dragon Lord, was not being able to satisfy yourself a big deal? To say that you have everything then nothing at all was the biggest and most annoying saying when it is true.
Ember had a problem and it was difficult to rid of, though not as big as a problem as many others. She was bothered, more than that, she was in heat and the fact that she was trying to steer clear or keep her mind occupied from it, made the situation worse.
Being one of the youngest dragons around, she was approaching the age of Egg baring hips and one of her first heats. She wasn't quite there yet this being a sorta pre-heat to her actual heat coming months, nor was she looking forward to it. At this point, she wouldn't mind having any male… no not any male, because that would apply to Garble, which she wouldn't dare think about. No, but she could get rutted by a male and not worry about getting Egg-Heavy… at least, that was the hope.
Sometimes, the trick of the body is not knowing which it true or not…
So, here she was, in her mass chamber, pacing herself on what to do with her time. She didn't want to relief herself for that required finding something she has no experience with. Having spent most of her life living with her father, she had more or less spent time trying to prove herself to him. Anything she tried to do when it came to her first couple of heats, she had a distraction. A challenge to conquer, an enemy to fight, a hunt to go find.
And yet, there in all lies the problem of being dragon lord. She could have whatever she wanted handed to her. If she tries to fight a dragon, they would cower away or let her win without the challenge. Even if she ordered them to fight her, the fact that she was dragon lord made it more difficult. She can't create a challenge for herself for she knew what the challenge my hold and having more food available to her, ready or not, meant so little hunts to do.
She shuddered as a chill went down her spine. She could feel her cloaca parting and moisture slowly falling through her scales. She shook her head, trying to get the feeling or even thoughts out of her head. She dug her claws into her palms and held shaky breaths to herself.
A distraction was all that she needed, anything! A dip in the lava pool would make it worse, so maybe a dip in a lake or by the ocean might help. But… where? Yes, she had the fountain but it wasn't very much. Any lake nearby where contaminated by the dry land around it. The ocean had creatures around and even if just going in the shallow end, who knows what might be lurking around.
She growled to herself, trying to really think but this 'pre-heat' felt more like an actual heat and it was greatly throbbing within her belly. Releasing a heavy and shaky sigh, her body shuddered as more of her nectar dripped from between her lips. The stench of heat lingered the area and despite it being a big cavern, she felt like the entire area had filled with her odor.
A single claw slowly traveled down her body, running the tip of it down her gut where she slowly etched closer and closer to her quivering scales. Just getting near it made her fluids run down her legs, causing tingles and shivers to run up her spine. Her claw touch the upper part of her opening, slowly passing the top, just teasing herself. She dared not go any further, she dared not think about what would happen if…
“Ember! Are you there!” a booming voice spoke.
She jolted out of her delusion and sighed angrily. With a snort, she inhaled before turning towards the entrance.
“Yes father! I'm here! And will you call me by my actual name!”
There was a large snort and a head popped its way unto the entrance of the cave.
“Don't get snippy with me hatchling! You maybe Dragon Lord but you are still my daughter!” His grin was just as big as his head, metaphorically speaking.
“And don't call me hatching! I am a dragoness! Not a hatchling!”
His grin remained.
“I am aware of that, my daughter. The smell of heat fills this cave with your blossoming to adulthood!”
Her cheeks flushed and she felt flustered. He let out a chuckle and he laid his giant head onto the ground. This time, his voice was gentle… if that was even possible.
“Have you relieved yourself then yet?”
“...” she tried to respond but she shook her head. “No father, I have not. I cannot! This is my pre-heat but it feels just like an actual one!”
A large inhale, a normal inhale for him, and he released it, gently blowing a hot breeze to her.
“You have yet to seek a mate to satisfy you?”
“I will not seek a random male to rut me! Can you imagine how the dragons would look at me if they saw me with a random male and mating?”
Her father moved his head a bit up and down; a shrug.
“Then a female then!”
“...” Once again she was left stumped and she shook her head. Her father was odd… more so today.
He gave a small chuckle.
“What? You believe that your satisfaction can be relieved only by males?”
“...yes?” she paused. “No… I don't know!” she fumed, a small burst of smoke leaving her mouth. “What could would a female do that a male can't?”
“You have yet to relieve yourself so I am sure you would be surprised.”
She gave him a stink eye.
“And… you are fine with me with another female?”
Another shrug.
“You are the Dragon Lord. You may do as you please. I being the former Dragon Lord, can only give you advice from my experiences and my past.”
She rolled her eyes.
“And I am sure mother would approve that you are telling me to rut anydrake just to relieve myself?”
“Would you prefer if I do? You know, for old times sake. Just like I used to help clean you when you were a hatchling.”
She growled.
“Once again father, I AM NOT A HATCHLING! I can take care of myself!”
He growled with his grin.
“I can see that!” His eyes flashing towards her legs before responding. “Then prove it, Dragon Lord! Relief yourself within the next few minutes and see if you don't need another! I'll return soon enough!” With that, the giant head exited the cave and soon she was left alone.
She fumed again as soon as he left but not before sighing as she once again felt that burning need rush through her legs. She realized that she had been dripping in front of her father this entire time and her body yearned for release! With a growl, she reached her claws down to between her legs were she rushed them in right on her opening.
She gasped, a sharp jolt running up her body as her claws made contact with her opening. The heat from between her legs was a warmth unlike any other. Feeling the heat, her legs shook, no longer having the energy nor the capability to hold herself up. She look around the cave for a place to relieve herself. Spotting her luxury pillows towards the corners, she walked over there, on shaky legs as she left behind a trail of fluids on the cave floor. Each step had her scales rubbing against one another, her cloaca opening and closing with every moment. Her eyes heavy as she approached her sanctum, her mouth inhaled and exhaling as she moved closer and closer. With a big flap, she landed on top of the pillows, nearly sinking all the way through the mountain top of pillows. She let out a loud groan as a few pillows touched her spread lips, the edges or the stitching rubbing between or outside of her lips. She moved her hips, up and down on the pillows, trying to get that feeling once more, but not able to. Shifting around a bit, she brought her claws once more to her lips and slowly rubbed her claw against her flesh. She was gentle, the tip of the claw tracing the outer line of her lips, gently scratching the itch that occupied the outer edge of her hole. A pass was all it took for more of her juices to flow out of her body, landing on the pillows before her. Her moans were anything but quiet and her body moved in tone with her claws.
Deciding that she had enough teasing, she slowly brought her claw to her opening, slowly sticking a single claw digit in her before releasing a cry as she finally entered her own body. The squishing sound as she sank her claw deeper into her body made it all the more lewd, bring her to a moaning mess. Feeling that her single claw wasn't enough, she sank in another one. Two occupied her hole now and she slowly began retracting them, gently but putting minor pressure on her inner walls, moaning as she brought them out before pushing them back in. Her body finally getting its release began to move with her. Her claws hitting her inner depths, sliding the claws on the walls before them almost out before shoving them back in, was the entire process. She was a heaping mess as her body moved to match her own thrust, her own tail twitched to and fro as she continued her ministrations on her body.
She growled when her claws couldn't get any deeper, as least, not without harming herself. Releasing that her heat lied within her core, she brought her tail down to her body. Knowing that it might be bigger going towards the base, she would have to at least get the tip and a little bit after inside of her. Grabbing it, she rubbed her own tail along the opening, teasing herself and whimpering as she rubbed the tip of it with her juices so it could slide right. She rubbed it all around, trying to get much lubrication around it and hoping that it would be deep enough to touch her core.
However, just as she was about to, she saw her claws and tail covered in her fluids. The drips that fell from them, back down to her own body made her curious, more so then before. Would it be disgusting to try one's own fluids? Or would it be something… different?”
At this point, she was willing to see how well she could understand and work her body. Leaning both her head and claw towards each other, her tongue stuck out of her mouth and gave a single lap of her own nectar.
“Sweet...” she said softly. “Sweet and salty.” She inhaled deeply, quickly and greedily lapping at her claws, trying to get much of her own liquid back into her body. Oh, if any other dragon could see their Dragon Lord know!
She had enough stalling now. With another growl, she grabbed her soaked tail and rammed into her sopping went lips, letting out a silent cry of ecstasy and pain as she had managed to reach her core in a single stroke.
Slowly bringing her tail out, she whimpered as each scale and edge of her tail rubbed all around her walls. She only managed to get the tip and a few inches in her, but that was all she really needed in her. With just leaving the tip right outside, she watched her own fluids drip from her tail back onto her opening, before slowly pushing it in and repeating the process.
Never has she felt so much joy in her body. The closest would be the time she flew high into the clouds and felt the heat of the sun and the cold of the air surrounding her. This was above that, maybe more. She felt the tip of her tip, touching her inner womb, giving the tip a wiggle to rub it and making her cry out more as she was achieving a total high.
Her body made it known that soon, she would achieve climax. She wanted it, more than anything but she felt that it must be grand, that she would have to think of something. Then she began to slowly bring it in and out of her body while she thought that it was some drake tending to her. A male of grand stature, one that would shower her with more than just jewels. She would be showered with love and praise!
Her thrusting increased, her fluids became a river onto the pillows and her claws tore through them. She wanted to feel it all! She wanted to feel his claws, holding her, bring them around her body as he would thrust himself in her. He would reach her core, burying his length deep within her body, all the while he would whisper, careless, wordless nonsense of how she was the most beautiful thing in the world. How he would care not for her title, care not just for her body, but her mind and soul.
His claws digging into her hide, trying to get every inch of his body into her, make sure that along with his approaching climax, that she would reach hers as well. She was so close! She was almost there! His mouth would latch onto her neck, his teeth would bare deeply onto his, sinking until she bled, marking him as hers! She would cry out to the heavens as his mouth would carry her blood, as he would protect her, care for her, mate her and much more.
He was tall, he was green and purple, he was…
“SPIKE!” she cried out as sunk her tail deep within her body, finally triggering her climax and making her roar out as release finally was achieved. Wave of wave of fluid gushed between the spaces from her tail and her opening as it splashed the pillows around her legs. Her body would jerk at each squirt that did managed to leave her body, at each release and at each gush, she let out a weak cry. Her eyes were heavy, her body felt weak but somewhat less heated and she had never felt so much satisfaction in her life. She just lied there for a few minutes, waiting to catch her breath and letting her body rest. As she pulled out her tail, a moan left her as fluids ran down like a river from her opening, dripping of or matting the luxuries pillows.
She tried to pull herself out of the pillows but felt really weak now. This being her first orgasm, she really wasn't used to the sudden drain in her body. She felt… content, the world might be spinning and her mind was lost in but she felt revealed and knew that maybe it might not be so bad.
What ruined the moment for her was that first, she spoke out Spike's name as she climaxed. Did she really cry out for a baby dragon for her satisfaction? Or was it because he was the only dragon she knew of? No, she knew of others… but not like him and no other come close to him. Still, he was a baby… no he was more mature than that, she thought. He maybe be young, judging by the amount of fins on his spine, he was maybe a few years younger than her.
Yet, she could already imagine him older, stronger, more her size then. But why him? Why him out of all the dragons did she think of him? Was it because he was nice to her? That he gave up the Bloodstone Scepter for her? They had only known each other for a few hours yet, he trusted her with that amount of power. To do what was right and to make it better for pony and dragon kin to co-exist.
She was rattled out of her thoughts with the booming voice of her father re-entering the cave.
“Ember! Have you managed to sedate yourself or will your father have to do the work… again!”
Growling but still feeling a bit drained, she managed to flip herself over and clime out of the pillows, peeking over the edge.
“I have father!” Pulling herself out, she nearly fell out of the pillows. “And you better hope that no dragon is hearing of this or you will be sorry!”
Her father, big as he was, laughed much to her chagrin, and before settling.
“You truly are my daughter! You think you can scare me now that you are dragon lord?”
Trying to angrily retort against her father, she grabbed the pillow only to drop out with a cry, she slid down the mountain of pillows towards the bottom. With a sigh, she shakily stood up, her juices having ceased flowing from her body, she approached the ginormous head of her father.
His grin was as big as he left.
“Well?” he asked.
She wanted to say something but gave out as a loud exhale of air, clearly indicating she gave up. Her father chuckled again, rubbing his muzzle against her.
“It's alright Ember, for one day you become large as me, then maybe you can actually do something to harm me.”
Ignoring the rub, she shook her head.
“By that time father, you will be to old to fight back and I'll be at my prime so it would be no challenge.”
Her father growled in amusement.
“At your prime, my dear daughter, you would already have many hatchlings surrounding your legs and your mate would be trying to match my height. And besides, who are you calling old?”
“You!” she half-yelled. “You, you big old, giant of a dragon's arse!”
“I am not that old.”
“Your bordering a millennium and a half!” she retorted.
“And when you get this old you will still have the galls to attack your father?”
“For be an annoying thorn on my tail right now, yes!”
“Then on that day, your mate better provide for you many hatchlings before I set you down.”
“I won't need a mate to protect me or have a reason to provide hatchling for him after I stand on top of your old body!”
At this point the heated argument had Ember close to her father, staring angrily into his eyes while his eyes berated amusement on his daughter.
“Let's see what he says when that time comes.” he answered coolly, finishing the conversation.
Ember snorted and crossed her arms.
“Well, I won't need a mate now, or in the next century. For now, I just want to be alone.”
Her father didn't answer and something immediately made her do a double take on her father's expressions. With a normal tone, he spoke to her.
“Young Ember, my daughter...” Oh gods, the way he spoke, she knew something bad was coming. “You must understand that, despite being Dragon Lord, there are certain… responsibilities that come with it. Some that even I had to follow and now that you are Dragon Lord, you must follow as well. Being a Dragon Lord does mean you rule dragons, but, to rule them all, there must be one by your side. One to give you hatchlings or to support you in the time of you greatest needs.” Her arms dropped and she stared up at her father, somewhat agape and a bit frightened at the implications of what he was saying.
“You, now being a Dragon Lord, must have a mate, to continue your rule and to show the other Dragons that you are fit to be a Lord.”
“What does me having a mate, allow me to keep my rule, father?” she said evenly. She tried to mask the anger that welled within her, knowing her father kept this from her.
“Once a time long ago,” he began. “The first Dragon Lords ruled by themselves, conquering and ruling dragon lands here and there own their own. Over time, they seemed content with being the only rulers of their lands, however, with time, they grew either to mad with all their power or grew weary from it. Being a Dragon Lord meant that all the power was building within them and had to be dispersed evenly or cause the dragon to burn their bodies out or kill them. Now, few of the first Dragon Lords did have mate, but they didn't channel their energy to their mates, hence they died of quickly or young. When the Elders, the ones whom record the history of dragons realize this, they enacted a rule that when a Dragon is given the mantle to be the new Dragon Lord, they must take on a mate or even a consort soon. After which, when both the Dragon Lord and their mate/consort would touch the Bloodstone Scepter, they share an energy bond that will bound them for life. The mate could be male or female but it must be shared with them.”
“Why did you keep this from me until now?”
“I wasn't aware my daughter didn't want a mate. Knowing that you were going to enter your heat soon, I assumed you would have immediately found a mate and you two would be bound already.”
Ember felt her heart beat a mile a minute and she knew that all too late, that when Spike handed over the Scepter, they were bounded. That he and her would share the energy and power of being a Dragon Lord. However, that meant that if Spike touched it first, then handed it to her, was she his mate by the spell, or was it by him surrendering it to her cancel it? The worry and shock in her face was easily picked up by Torch.
“Who else touched the Scepter?” her father asked. Despite the room being located near a volcano and having a lava bath nearby, she suddenly felt very cold. She couldn't help but shrink a bit in her father's gaze. “Who else touched the Scepter, Ember?” he asked, almost commandingly.
“S-Spike.” she said, softly. “The hatchling.” she swallowed. “He grabbed it first… before handing it to me.”
Her father remained silent and she was now really afraid. She might be a Dragon Lord but she still feared her father. The fact that he wasn't lashing out or screaming made it the worse.
After a few moments of silence, he spoke an in even tone.
“He is now your mate and you are his. Bring him here to the Dragon Lands.”
Looking up, she met her father's gaze. There was some anger but also some thoughts going into his head.
“Father?”
He growled softly, but nonetheless, nuzzled her. She shivered but welcomed the warm nuzzle from her father.
“I take some blame in this Ember. I know I tried to keep you from the Challenge, but if I had let you partake or known you had, I would have told you everything about the responsibilities that come with it.”
With a shaky nod, she responded.
“And if I had known, maybe I wouldn't have taken the challenge.”
He nodded.
“I don't blame you, my daughter, but just like me, you were hard headed and wanted to prove me wrong.” A small grin appeared on his large head. “And you did, which is why I am not fully upset about this. You proved to me that you are strong, stronger than other dragons and that you were willing to risk claw and tail to get the Scepter.” he let out a deep rumble of a sigh. “Still, I wish that there was more… careful planning to this.”
“But father? How can I get him here? He lives with ponies and they are like family to him? I do not wish to take him away from his family.”
He gave a single nod.
“And family is important but, with this new development, there is sacrifice. Not all the Dragons know all the rules until the previous Dragon Lord explains them all to them, but you must abide to them and you may have to do something you might regret later on.”
“Like what?”
He shook his head.
“As I said, for now you must bring him here. You must bring him here by week's end, in which case if he doesn’t the process would already begin with the power consuming your body over the centuries and die young. You two have been apart for too long, and it might consume him too. The link must have you two together no more than a week apart.” He inhaled and exhaled softly. “Lie to him if you have to, make a story up or telling him something about why he must return to be your consort or mate but, you must do it soon.”
“I-I'll try father.” she spoke, shaky and nervous.
“Please do, Ember, for both of your sakes.” He gave a small lick across her head, indicating his affection for her before leaving the cave. She was left all alone and soon, she had to come up with a plan that would put the risk of not only herself but her only friend that she had. What would she do if he said no? What would happen if they were never together? Could she live the rest of her live, no matter how short it would be, that she caused him so much pain without telling him?
No, she couldn't and neither could she. No, she had to think of something, something that would get him to leave his family for her. To get him to understand that there was only one option. She needed to lie to him, just like her father said and she needed to be careful. After they arrived back here, she would tell him. Maybe he might hate her for a century or two, but that was fine. He just had to be by her, no more than a week apart, then maybe later on, find a way to keep in touch with his family. Yes, that could work… right?
For the first time in many years, Ember felt tears run down her cheeks and she shook with fear and sadness.