A/N: The following takes place during Chapter 19 of Xerophilous Saga: "Honeymoon Period".

A few nights later, I was working late into the night in my quarters, when I felt something - or someone - enter my space.

"Is anyone there?" I asked, not looking away from the letter I was writing. "No assassins, I hope."

"Only a silly Rainwing." Maggy replied, nuzzling my neck from behind. "Sparkling and his new trainee have been taking shifts watching the Palace. It's just you, me and Scooter tonight." I glanced up, spotting a furry gray shape holding onto my lady's neck.

"You brought your pet over to my house?" I chuckled. "Wow, we really are getting serious, aren't we?"

"Don't worry, he doesn't snore." She assured me, petting the little creature. "Scooter's very well-behaved."

"Most sloths are." I replied.

"Don't be like that." She chastised, nudging me. "You'd be surprised how rambunctious these little fluffballs can be. MY little cuddlebug's a sweetheart."

I smirked and shrugged. Majestic rolled her eyes, going to put her pet on a fake tree limb that had been added for her pet. When she came back, she rested her head on my shoulder, and asked, "What're you working on?"

"I'm writing letters to Glacier and Moorhen," I told her, "To get them to drop Hallowglide and accept Nightshade. The Icewings want the northern border region, and the Mudwings want protection against the Seawings. I believe that, once Nightshade signals he'll sign onto a deal, we can get them to pull out of the Coalition and return home."

"What about Scarlet?"

I shook my head. "She's only in it for the blood and glory. She's wanted to go slaying and looting for a long time, and now she's been given carte blanche to come to the Sand Kingdom and do whatever she wants to whoever she wants. I'm hopeful that we can convince the Icewings and Mudwings to go home, but I fear the Skywings will need something more convincing than words. I'm not looking forward to having to deal with her."

I felt a tail lightly stroking mine. "How much longer are you going to stay up?" Maggy asked.

I considered my ink-stained paw, stopped mid-sentence. Suddenly, the letters in question didn't seem so pressing. I could always finish them in the morning, after all.

"Not much longer," I said, grabbing a leaf to clean my paws, "Why? Have something in mind?"

That tail climbed upwards, past my flank, up along my side. "I might have a few ideas," She murmured, nuzzling my cheek, "But first, close your eyes." I complied. I felt her tail climb up my belly, up my chest, gently caressing my shoulders and neck. I sighed, leaning into the gentle, soothing touch. Oh, I'd been learning about all the things that tail could do, those days and nights. It's enough to make a Sandwing jealous.

"Okay," She said, her tail tapping my nose, "Now open." I looked, and I tilted my head in confusion. In front of me, lying on my bed like some artist's model, was an almost identical duplicate of Burn. Sure, Majestic was smaller than the Princess, and her spines couldn't replicate a Sandwing's fin, but damn her impression was spot-on otherwise. The scars were all there, the tip of her tail could've passed for a stinger, even the scales around her eyes had darkened to resemble her black eyes.

"Xerophilous," The dragoness cooed, not at all sounding like Burn so much as Maggy in a deeper voice, "I had no idea how powerful and handsome you could be. Look at you now, King of the Rainforest. Perhaps now you're finally worthy of me."

"What're you doing?" I asked, unsure how to feel about this.

"What?" She asked, returning to her normal voice. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about this! You know I can look like anyone you want, right? I thought you'd like to try something a little different, and I know you used to have a thing for her."

"Yeah, but you didn't have to do this for me." I insisted. "I love you for you, not for who you can be. Besides, Burn's old news. You and Batty are all I could want or need."

"I know that," She agreed, "But that doesn't mean we can't spice things up now and again." She smirked, sliding off the bed, getting close enough to place a paw on my chest.

"Think of it this way," She explained, her tender voice and expression at odds with the dragoness she was impersonating, "Each of us brings something special to the table. You, for example, are the warmest dragon I've ever felt. Touching you, having sun-time, it's like cuddling with the sun itself. A benefit of being a Sandwing, I'm sure. Us Rainwings, we can alter our appearance to look like anyone. Batty's never been much for disguises, but I like to think I'm pretty good at it. And if roleplaying as someone from your past allows me to learn more about my King and mate, while also having fun, that's a pretty good deal, right?"

I mulled it over for a moment or two, and sighed. "Well then," I said, shooting her a mischievous grin, "I hope you've prepared yourself. I always imagined Burn would've liked it on the rougher side."

"I was hoping you'd say that." She purred, switching back to her Burn-voice before bumping me onto the bed hard enough for it to start swinging. Before I knew it, she'd climbed atop me, straddling my waist and eyeing me hungrily. "I like a drake who can play rough."

Uh oh.

I'd almost forgotten how much I enjoyed larger females. Don't get me wrong, I loved every inch of Batty's frame. There's something hot about having a smaller partner - someone I can wrap my forelegs around, who I can overpower and dominate with no trouble. I'm never forceful with any of my partners (at least, we know each other's limits and never push beyond what we're comfortable with), but there's something hot about asserting dominance and control.

But conversely, the opposite is also true. As a young drake in the Palace, I used to fantasize of Burn, sneaking into my chambers and, well, using me. Sometimes I'd dream that she'd climb atop me in bed, sucking me off for a midnight snack. Other times I'd wish she'd shove her crotch against me, daring me to prove my masculinity by rutting her. Even following that infamous hatchingday, I ended up working my shaft back in my quarters to the thought of the Princess pressing down on me, riding my lap like the throne.

Of course, a lot of things changed after she started dissecting dragons, and suddenly it became a lot harder to keep an erection thinking about my sadistic psychoboss. Feelings of attraction and lust were watered down or replaced with shame and fear, knowing the depths of what Burn would sink to. In time, I had to turn my idle fantasies to Blaze, to Tanwen, to some of the maids in the Palace and dragonesses I knew back in the Den.

And yet in that moment, as Majestic roleplayed my old crush, lying atop me like I'd often fantasized, I felt the oddest mix of fear and arousal.

Maggy, noticing my expression, softened her own. Leaning down to my ear, She whispered, "Do you know what a safe word is?"

I blinked. "Umm, yeah?"

"Good. If things get too intense for you or me, our safe word is kaleidoscope. One of us says that, and we stop what we're doing and ease back, alright?"

"'Kaleidoscope'." I repeated, memorizing the word. "Got it."

"Good," She purred, switching back to Burn, "Now, are you going to fuck me, whelp, or do I have to fuck you?"

I put on a nervous smile, getting in on the act as well. "My Queen," I said, now enjoying that nervous anticipation, "You have me at a disadvantage. Here I am, pinned beneath your bountiful body, and my crotch serving as your throne."

"Indeed," Not!Burn purred, rubbing her crotch against mine like a fancy pillow, "And the weak little beta male I used to know would only be used for my satisfaction, and maybe a little snack if he was a good little boy. But the big, tough male who beat the Nightwings and took two Rainwings at once? Maybe that drake is enough of an alpha male to overpower me, mount me and breed me like the whore I've always wanted to be."

That's when it finally clicked for me. Maggy wasn't looking to dominate me; she wanted to build up my confidence by getting me to dominate her. More than that, looking back at that night, she was asking me to breed her, to be the needy little concubine servicing her King. And who was I to deny my love her deepest desire?

So I grabbed her and rolled us off the bed, landing on top of her on the ground. We fought across the floor - if you could call it fighting. Her claws scratched my scales, my teeth dig into her flesh, we threw verbal jabs and insults that we'd never say in public. All the while, our bodies rubbed against each other, the room becoming thick with the scent of our arousal. She rubbed crotch against me just as much as I did against her, and in time my second tail was starting to emerge.

Lust was getting the better of us, as I grabbed her tail and pushed it back, holding her in place as I got a good view of her wet snatch. Not!Burn glared back at me, torn between grimacing and smiling. She struggled against my grasp, though not very hard.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" She demanded, her folds clenching eagerly in anticipation, "Are you gonna stick it in me, or you still too soft to handle this-"

"Shut up!" I growled. I emphasized this with a hard smack across her ass. My lover yelped, her frill briefly flaring in a display of white and red and magenta, before she forced it back down with a hissing growl. I pressed my erection against her rear, rubbing it against her tail vent and her vulva.

"Hmm," I teased, shifting to alternate between poking each hole, "Decisions, decisions. Which hole to use? I haven't done anal yet, but breeding a Princess is just so tempting."

"You wouldn't dare!" She growled, even as her eyes were practically begging me to go on.

"What did I say?" I spanked her again, the pink on her cheek not from anger. Her growl had a hint of a whimper in it this time.

"You want this so bad?" I pressed my tip against her anus. "You want me to fuck you like the slutty little Princess you are? You want to get plowed by my 'dirty peasant' cock, filled with my 'commoner' cum?" She looked at me with angry, desperate eyes, trying in vain to push back against me.

I leaned forward, grinning mischievously. "Beg for it."

She growled, less aggressive and more needy. I rubbed my cock along her slit, rubbing against her clit, using all my willpower not to plow her yet. Fuck me, her pussy and asshole were radiating heat, begging to be filled.

"Grrrmrrrgh…" She growled, before finally relenting, and deep, needy voice, pleaded, "Please, Xero. Mount me. Breed me. Fill my royal womb with your potent, virile seed. Wreck my virgin pussy with your thick alpha male dick. Plow all the evil thoughts out of me until all I can think of is being stretched out by your drakehood. I don't want to torture innocent dragons anymore! All I want is to be your own personal whore! Use me, Xero! Use me as your-"

I cut her off as I shoved my cock in her. Her begging became a yowling moan of pleasure, her disguise almost breaking. I gave a deep, throaty grunt as I slipped inside, her now familiar passage enveloping my length as pressed on. I hilted, and slowly pulled back, my claws digging into her thighs. Little spots of white and magenta flashed across her body, her walls squeezing me, begging me to stay. Just as I was about to fully pull out, I slammed my cock back in, our crotches slapping together. I repeated this action again and again, Not!Burn's moans became a song of lust and need.

This is why I liked fucking Majestic. Fruit Bat was smaller, less confident, more fragile. When we hooked up, we went easy, gentle, as I made sure she got as much pleasure as possible. Maggy, however, was bigger and tougher. She could take my Sandwing cock easily enough, and take a lot more force than My Queen. As she was learning firstpaw, I could go a lot harder and rougher when I knew my partner could take it.

The room was now filled with the sounds and smells of our union, growls and groans and slapping bodies. With each thrust I gave, she pushed back, her inner walls squeezing me as I pulled back. We were in sync, two bodies becoming one.

"Harder…" I heard her whisper.

"What?" I demanded.

"Harder," She begged, "Fuck me harder! Please!"

I snickered, "Of course you'd want more, wouldn't you? Whore!"

I shove her down. I lift one foot up, propping myself up higher and deeper on her hip. I grab the side of her head and shove her down into the bed. I held the position for a moment, meeting her eyes to be sure I hadn't crossed any lines. There was surprise and a flicker of fear in her eyes, quickly followed by intense excitement and need. She gave the hint of a smile and the slightest nod, but most importantly, her frill showed for a moment as it turned a deep magenta.

Go for it.

Permission granted, I pounded her with an intensity (I figured/hoped) she never experienced before. I growled deeply, dominantly, enjoying the power and pleasure of the moment. Her moans became delightful whines, synchronized with the CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! of our thighs connecting.

"Your atonement doesn't end here, slut," I hissed, thinking of the dirtiest, hottest things to say, "Not by a long shot. After this, I'm taking you on a tour of the continent, and making sure every dragon has a turn with you. I'm going to take you back to the Palace, all nice and wrapped up like a hatching day present, and let every Queen, servant and guard use you as their own personal sex toy. I bet Scarlet would call first dibs on you, wouldn't she? Those nights in the Skywing Palace, you had your face buried in her orange pussy, didn't you?"

A lustful moan was her only answer.

"Mmph, maybe we can rope your sister in?" I continued, "Spirits knows how many times I've thought of riding her tight little snatch. I bet Blaze is enough of a slut to go with it. I can see it now: you, bound in chains, being used by all the guards in the Palace, while we fuck in front of you. All my hot, virile seed filling her cunt instead of yours."

"Xeeerrrooooohhh!" She moaned, her disguise starting to break.

"What about the Rainwings?" I purred in her ear, starting to feel myself building up as well, "Hand you over to every little runt in this jungle? I bet you could take two of their dicks in each hole, couldn't you? Oh, I wonder if my boy Fox could get his mystery boyfriend to join him in stretching this tight. Little. ASS!" I punctuated my words by pressing my thumb into her vent. Her O-ring squeezed my digit in time with her pussy, hungry for more.

"BITE ME!" She cried - a request, not an insult. I obliged her, biting down at the base of her neck harder than I had at our first union. Dominance assured, I closed my eyes, hilted one more time, and came. Hot, virile semen filled her snatch, and her legs gave out from under us. We collapsed onto the bed, riding our combined orgasms as one. I tasted blood, but it didn't bother me as I continued sporadically half-thrusting, grunting with each twinge of my spear.

After an unknown amount of time, I released my bite as we came down from our high. I looked down, and was briefly horrified as I saw my bite mark on her neck, seeing blood beading from the wound.

"Oh shit," I swore, pulling out with a wet Schlorp!, "Maggy, you're bleeding. Here, let me clean you up."

"Lick it," She sighed.

"...What?"

"... Can you lick the wound?" She asked, almost embarrassed, "Please?"

That seemed like a weird request, but I leaned in anyway, licking away the blood from the bite. She shivered and gasped, a little of my essence leaking out of her onto the couch.

"You really like this?" I asked.

"Kind of," She admitted sheepishly, "But I like the dominance part more. I've always wanted to find a male as big as me, who could rut me as hard as they could. You know, be dominated by an alpha male."

"I didn't overdo it, did I?" I asked, laying next to her, "The bite, the spanking, the dirty talk-"

"Oh no, you were fine," She assured me, "If anything, you could've gone harder before I had to use the safe word. Remember, I'm a big girl."

"Heh, yes you are." I chuckled, giving her butt another slap. She giggled, playfully licking my chin.

"Nice touch with the thumb in the ass," She added, resting her head, "Maybe next time you can use your cock and finish there."

"And maybe," I suggested, "We can invite Fox and his mystery boyfriend and make this a party?"

"Girlfriend too," Maggy smirked, "They hooked up the same night I took your V-Card. We can make it three-on-three."

"Is she hot?" I asked.

"You'd like her," She responded cryptically, "The three of us may or may not had a night or two of fun, many years ago. Each of them is good on their own, but together..." She fanned herself with a wing. "Not that I'm thinking of going back or anything, but if you ever think of spicing up our nights-"

"Then maybe I'll invite them and his boyfriend," I finished, "And we can make it an orgy, if Fox is cool with it."

"Now you're thinking like a Rainwing." She closed her eyes, smiling peacefully.

"As long as you and Batty are with me," I whispered, giving her a kiss goodnight, "I'm willing to try anything…"

The following morning, I opted to stay in my workshop and tinker. Majestic could hide her "prizes", but I didn't have the same luxury for hiding the tell-tale marks on my neck, my sides, my tail, my inner thighs…

The last thing I wanted was for Fox to be asking about all my "love wounds", nosy bastard...