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Drac's Rule 34 Harem (Reboot)

Chapter 2: Reactions to a Dragon

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By Draconicon

The decision was made, though Sarabi was still unsure if it was the right one. Mufasa and Scar had conferred, then asked her if she agreed with it. For the purpose of unity, she had, though she was conflicted about it.

Nonetheless, it was a unanimous decision among the three rulers of the Pride Lands. They would allow the stranger to have his fun as he liked, provided that they were given what they wanted. She would see to it that he would have access to the lionesses, for now, and when the time came that he asked for something more...well, they would discuss that and see if there was another possibility.

Mufasa won't bend over for him, and certainly Scar will not, she thought. And he is not a lion. I see no reason why any of us will enjoy this, but needs must.

After all, she needed to bear Mufasa a male and a proper heir. Scar had been abroad, testing himself with other lionesses, and she was concerned what he might have done. The stability of the Pride Lands was at stake, and she, more than either male, knew how delicate that was. The various tribes of animals that they ruled were in a tentative alliance with one another, but that would only last as long as the Pride continued to extend an image of power, of might, and most importantly, of stability.

Once she could give Mufasa an heir, that would be established, and the Pride Lands would be a true kingdom. As it stood, they had conquered it, but they had yet to prove that they could hold it.

This flying lizard believed that he would be able to help them. They were willing to see if he could. The display of power that turned rock to food had been impressive - and she had ordered one of the lionesses to try it and confirm that it was real, and it was - but could he go so far as he had promised? Could he make the next child that she had as perfect as he said?

Sarabi shook her head as she emerged from the tunnels below Pride Rock, making her way into the sun. The lionesses that were on the surface turned to look at her, then glanced at the stranger at the edge of the Rock again.

He was still, surprisingly so, and his wings were still curled tightly to his back. The wind blew them from time to time, making them rustle ever so slightly. Despite his bulk, he looked surprisingly comfortable, almost like he was as at ease as the rest of the Pride with moving on the heights.

And...

And there was something else.

Sarabi sniffed the air, catching the scent of manhood on the breeze. She snorted it back out, surprised at the sheer strength of the smell, but no sooner had she breathed it out than it came back, and stronger. The smell was warm, a heady musk that usually caught her when she was face-down in Mufasa's crotch. His bits had always been rather fragrant, and she had tolerated them to the best of her ability. In heat, it was nice, but outside of that, it had been rather bothersome.

Here, however...

She breathed again, and she felt a hint of need heat her down there. Her loincloth no longer flapped, but started to stick against her. Her nipples were hardening beneath the zebra pelt across her chest, as well, and she realized that the other lionesses had similar symptoms, most of them rather hard in the chest and squirming on their rocks.

"Inside," Sarabi ordered.

The lionesses jerked to attention, revealing just how deep in 'thought' they had been. She clapped her hands, sending them away. They obeyed, running into the caves, getting out of the wind.

What sorcery is this, lizard? she wondered.

He didn't respond to the sound of her clapping, and she wondered again whether that was intentional, or if he was distracted by something. In either case, she walked closer, her toe-claws clicking as she made her way along the Rock. He didn't react until she was barely two paces behind him.

"I hope that you're not bothered," he said.

"Bothered?"

"By the smell."

"...The musk smell is...yours?"

"Oh, yes. It's something that's rather natural to my species."

She had assumed it was, but the fact that he apologized for it was something, she supposed. She started to shrug as he turned around, and her eyes widened.

His loincloth had fallen to the side, and what lay between his legs was a shaft that was at least as third again as long as her husband's, perhaps even longer still. The head alone was almost as wide as her fist, and it dripped ever so slightly as she looked at it. The flying lizard's wings flicked and -

Just one breath was enough to leave her heated in a way that she hadn't been for weeks. She stumbled backwards, groaning as her tail flicked up, her face burning.

"What...what is the meaning of this?" she managed to say, though it took more effort than she liked to be indignant. "I am the Queen of the Pride Lands."

"I'm sorry. I'm honestly not doing anything to you on purpose. This is just what I am."

"And what you are...Mmmph..."

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

She would have liked to think that he was being sarcastic, or mocking, but he genuinely sounded concerned and interested. Sarabi shook her head. Fanning the air as one of the lesser lionesses might have done would have shown weakness. She could not go that far. She had to at least try and endure whatever this scent was.

But it was affecting her, and there was no mistake about that. With every breath, she could feel her heat rising, the need between her legs getting stronger. The sight of the stranger's shaft didn't help, either. It was the sort of cock that any lioness would have loved. It was the sort of shaft that one would have had to go to a zebra to find, or an elephant, someone much bigger and better endowed.

Mufasa...I am the Queen, and he is my King.

Yet, at the same time, she couldn't help but imagine how much this deal might benefit them after all. The idea of being offered to the stranger did not feel so...degrading as it had been.

I am still his. I am not...

And yet, at the same time, there was something in that scent, in that sight that tempted her. It tempted her so much more than it should have. Her toes curled and she had to force herself to snort out, to breathe and speak.

"What are you doing, stranger?" she asked.

"I am merely sitting here. Unfortunately, my scent tends to awaken...urges."

"I noticed."

"Thankfully, I'm also very good at handling those urges, when permitted."

"Mmmph."

"Anyway." The stranger turned, his black-scaled body shining with sweat, she realized, almost like he had been sunning himself for - oh, he had. He had been sunning himself for hours while they talked, and that scent somehow added to that...that pleasurable...

She shook her head, pulling herself some distance from that foggy state. He was still talking.

"Anyway," he repeated, probably for her sake. "What did you decide?"

"We...have decided to accept your offer."

"Wonderful. I'm so glad that we can work together."

"My husband..." Yes, her husband, her husband that had never made her this riled up just by being nearby. What was wrong with her? "My husband says that you make take your pleasure before giving us our first request."

"Ah, I see. Paying first so I can't change my mind, yes?"

"...Yes," she admitted. It had been Mufasa's idea, and Scar had backed him on that. "I hope that you don't take offense."

"Hardly. I prefer to be pre-paid for my work."

"I will allow you to take your time to choose a lioness. Come with me."

"Sure, I'll be right behind you."

Right behind her. She had a mental image of that almost as soon as he said it, and it wasn't of him walking behind her. Sarabi stiffened as she turned around, trying to put the image of the flying lizard's large rod and his great height looming over her out of her mind, trying not to think about being up against a wall and -

No, that image was now in her head, and it was delivering more heat to her sex, making it run up inside of her and leave her trembling from head to toe. The sheer excitement was not something that she was used to, not in the slightest.

"Come. With. Me."

Speaking through clenched teeth, she knew that she sounded angrier than she was, but that was something that was unavoidable at that particular moment. She needed to get somewhere where there were witnesses, where there were other lionesses and perhaps even her husband. She no longer trusted herself, something that she had never seen coming.

So, she walked. She walked, and she felt the eyes of the dragon on her from behind. He stared at her ass, she felt, though if she looked behind, she knew that she'd see no evidence of that. His white eyes made it impossible to tell what he was looking at, no matter how hard you looked at them. Nevertheless, she swore that he was staring at her rump, at the way that she swayed without meaning to, at the way that she bounced. She could feel that now, was more conscious of her curves than usual, and she gritted her teeth as she moved a little less femininely. Or at least, she tried to.

Another breath, and that musk brought more ideas to her. She tried to focus them on her husband, imagining Mufasa over her, of being on all fours for her King, but the dragon kept intruding on those dreams. His cock...

She could reach out and touch it, she realized, and with her tail, she could make it look like an accident.

Sarabi did it before she could think about it and stop herself, and as she felt the warmth of that shaft against the length of her slender tail, she realized just how far she was going. She was...she was...

I wonder...

As Queen, she had a responsibility to the Pride Lands. The alliance that they had made with the other tribes was her responsibility to oversee, and more than that, it was up to her to make sure that the Pride itself was stable. That meant that she had every reason to see to it that this flying lizard was satisfied without involving the other lionesses, which in turn meant -

I could let him use me...and it would only be part of my obligation as Queen.

The thought hit her hard, and she stopped in her tracks, barely three paces away from the cavern entrance that led down into the Rock proper. The stranger stopped behind her, his cock bobbing up and down mere inches from her rump.

"Why are we stopping?" he asked.

Was his voice slightly amused? Was he aware of what he was doing to her? Perhaps, but that didn't mean anything at that point in time. She slowly turned around, looking up at him.

"Do you find me...attractive, stranger?"

"I think that the throbbing cock between my legs answers that."

"Just...answer the question."

"You know that I introduced myself, right?"

"Yes, you did. You said that you were called 'Drac.' Now, I asked a question, and as Queen, I demand an answer," she said, crossing her arms beneath her breasts.

"...Then I guess the answer's yes."

"Good. Then your pleasure - or at least, your first pleasure - will be taken with me."

"Oh?" As neutral as his voice was, the stranger's smile told the real story of how self-satisfied he was with the offer. "I thought we were looking for a lioness for me to take."

"The Pride is my responsibility as much as my husband's. It would be a detriment to the Pride to leave them distracted, thinking about you. So, I will take that duty. After all, I am the Queen."

"And a bonded woman, to the King."

"He agreed to the deal. He will understand."

Sarabi was making excuses now. Her mind was slipping from responsibilities to lust, and that big, fat cock was definitely making it harder for her to think of anything else but being rutted. The scent that it produced only made it more desirable, like something that turned her body from its colder, more focused state to something heated, warm, ready for breeding. Her sex clenched hard, releasing her juices down her thighs, running all the way down to her knees.

He must have seen, but he said nothing. Instead, the flying lizard rubbed her arm gently.

"I want you to tell me. Are you sure?"

"You are being offered the Queen, Drac. You would turn her down?"

"If she wasn't sure, yes."

"..."

The fact that he was willing to give her a way out raised her respect for him. Not much, compared to the rampaging need that burned between her legs, but enough to make her nod. This was the right decision.

"I want you to enjoy yourself with me."

"Heh...then turn around, Queen of the Pride Lands."

She expected him to just ram in the way that her husband had, or, at most, finger her pussy a little before getting his cock lined up. She turned and put her hands to the rock, raising her tail to show off her curves more. That was pleasant enough, she was sure, an enticement that few males could resist.

Yet, she did not feel his cock. She felt his hands, but they were on her rump cheeks, squeezing them and parting them. Sarabi cocked her head to the side as she heard him kneeling, and was about to ask what he was doing when -

"Ah!"

The Queen of the Pride Lands gasped as she felt his tongue sliding over her pucker. Even her husband, in his most generous moments, had barely spared his tongue for her sex for a few licks before getting on with it. This? This was something entirely different, and she went up on her tiptoes immediately.

"Ah...ah...what...what is this?"

"Back home, one would call it rimming."

"Mmmph...why...why that..."

"Because we regularly fuck back here, too. It keeps cubs at a minimum."

The idea of having a secondary way of rutting to keep from getting pregnant was new to her, but at the same time, useful. She gritted her teeth as she felt that forked tongue flicking along her pucker, tracing up along the tight flesh towards the base of her tail before going back down. Every lick and lap made her twitch back there, drawing out new sensations that she didn't know how to handle. She started to push her rump back, unable to help herself, feeling the scales of the flying lizard's face against her cheeks and -

"Mmmph!"

His tongue managed to force its way inside of her. There was pain, but very little of it, and it was followed with a burning stretching feeling. That...that was pain, too, but it was a good pain, a good feeling. She groaned under her breath, pressing her ass firmly against the dragon's hands, feeling the way that it was supported, gripped, wanted in a very different way to what the lions did.

He kept licking, thrusting his tongue into her pucker and then pulling back. Her untouched pussy dribbled, running down her legs and to the stones below. If any of the other lionesses had seen her, they would have wondered how this could feel so good. She didn't know how she could explain it.

She didn't know if she wanted to. This was so good that she almost wanted to keep it to herself.

His tongue flicked around inside of her, more dexterous than a finger and far longer. She could feel it worming through her naughty hole, the wrong hole, but the more she felt, the righter this seemed. It was almost...

No, in some ways, this was better than regular rutting. This...oh, this felt good. She panted, arching her back, her claws scraping down the rocks as the dragon kept flicking his tongue along inside of her. He gripped her cheeks dominantly, possessively, pulling her against him and holding her there. It was almost like he was keeping her from moving, making her take the pleasure, making her -

"Ah...ah..."

She was close, so close. How was he this good? How did he make her want this so badly? His scent was so strong that it overwhelmed the wetness that was pouring from her now, and she wanted nothing more than to take that next step. His tongue stilled hers, the pleasure stifling her voice until -

"RAAAAAAWR!"

She roared as she went over the edge, one last thrust of his tongue into her ass pushing her to the point of no return. She stumbled forward, groaning, her ass pushed out further than ever. Her hole was puckering hard, squeezing down on his tongue, her pussy wetting the ground and the rock wall with how hard she came.

Even as she gasped for breath, she could feel his tongue sliding out, and him standing up. His cock flopped against her rump, laying between the cheeks. It drooled with slime, oozing on her, sticking to her, marking her with its scent. With his scent.

The lioness was still flying high on the pleasurable feelings of her orgasm, unable to entirely pull herself out of that. All Sarabi knew was that the flying lizard hadn't steered her wrong yet, and if this was something else that they could both enjoy, she was willing to give it a shot. The hot sensation of his member running down between her cheeks kept her curious, and the wet heat of his tip pressing against her well-loved pucker only vaguely nudged at that contented feeling. Surely, it wouldn't be that bad if he took it a bit further, if she let him put that monster inside of her?

Mmmph...

Even in her pleasure high, she knew that she was doing the work for him. He was somehow seducing her, pulling her into this, dragging her away from her determination. That licking, though...

If that was that good...

She was willing to try. She braced herself as he started pushing forward, feeling the way that it was already stretching her pucker. Going up on tiptoes, she felt the stretch again, the burn that came from just how big it was. Sarabi's eyes widened further and further the harder that he pressed against her, and the sensation of her hole going wider and wider pushed the air right out of her lungs. Her fingers curled into greater claws, and her mouth hung open as she hissed out her breath.

"Ah...ah..."

"Almost...there..."

He was so big. So very big, bigger than the tongue had been by far. She had overestimated herself. She should stop it, she knew, stop it before it went too far. But at the same time, all that slime back there was making it easier, all the spit that he had left inside her. The tongue had been so good. If she could just last a little bit longer, just let it inside of her, then it would get better, it would get -

"Almost..."

She had to be stretched right to her limits, but he was still feeding her more. The thickness kept getting worse, and yet, he wasn't entirely inside of her yet. The warmth was growing, the need spiking, but how was she not breaking? It was going to break her, she was sure, she should stop, she should -

POP!

And then, finally, it was in.

Sarabi stared straight ahead, her mouth hanging open, her eyes rolling back. If it wasn't for his hands on her hips, she would have fallen over right then and there, her pucker stretched so far that it was all she could focus on. Her knees - her entire legs - went limp, and she dangled on his dick and in his grip, 'standing' on tiptoes.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

And it...felt...good.

That same burning feeling from before, that stretched feeling that should have been pain had turned into something else. It was a stretch, yes, but a glorious, pulsing, throbbing feeling that she had never felt the like of in her pussy. It was a different kind of pleasure, something darker, something more bestial. In some ways, she had to say, it was a whole lot better and dirtier than the other one.

She loved it.

"Well...you're definitely...one of the tightest women I've ever done this with," Drac muttered behind her.

"Mmmph...ah...I...oh my..."

"Feels good, right?"

"Mmmph...mm-hmm..."

"Well, it's going to get better. Just...relax..."

The flying lizard held her tightly, pulling her back again, slowly dragging her further down his shaft. The feeling of that thick monster going inside of her, spreading her inner walls, taking her further and further down the road to addiction was something that she had no way of dealing with. It just felt too good.

In, in, in, dragging on her inner walls, slowly pulling her back down to the ground as she no longer hung on just the tip. She could feel her feet touching the ground again, feel him in her depths. Her inner walls clung to him, shaping themselves to his shaft, making it impossible for her to feel anything but him in short order.

He bottomed out inside of her eventually, and she felt his testicles against her. They were so large, and suddenly, she was grateful for this for another reason. If he had been breeding her properly, and he had used his magic...

No, she wasn't going to be holding his cubs. She was just...just taking him...taking him for the good of -

"Ah!"

He pulled back and she gasped as it took her breath away. The movement of something that big, the way that it slid and rubbed against a pucker that had been left so puffy and sensitive, the way that he was just using her like some...

Oh, she was wet. She was so wet. She was dripping like mad and she couldn't stop herself. She didn't want to stop herself.

He pulled all the way out, the tip of his cock managing to make another popping sound as it left her pucker. She gasped at the emptiness, then moaned as he forced it back in, making her take it again, making her feel that stretching, opening feeling again. Oh, fuck it was better than it should have been. In, out, in, out, slowly making its way deeper again. He was only doing it incrementally, forcing it in, then forcing it out, making her pucker puff out and then suck in. She could feel the emptiness, the stretch, the gape between the sides of her hole the more that he did it.

"Nnngh..."

And it was tormenting her, making her get closer and closer to cumming again. She had all but orgasmed just as he filled her the first time, so close after the first time when he used his tongue. How many times was she going to go over the edge with this...this butt stuff?

She didn't know, but she wanted to find out.

After nearly a minute of steady pumps in and out, Sarabi came again. She squirted, lifting her legs up, resting her weight on his cock and his hands once more. He let her fall forward this time, leaning on the rock wall.

"Nnngh...what..."

"Hold tight."

He gripped her ankles this time, and for a moment, she swore she felt his eyes shift from her ass to her feet. Why would he -

Then he started thrusting. And oh, he thrust hard.

"AH!"

She screamed, roaring with pleasure. The feeling of that thick monster pounding into her ass from this angle was something else. It opened her, playing with the gape that he had already created, ramming in, fucking her, using her, breaking her. She couldn't stop panting, couldn't stop gasping for air, and the feeling of all that slime and pre-cum and more in her ass was just making it even better.

This wasn't breeding, or making love, or any of the nice terms. This was a fuck, and she had no idea how badly she needed it, particularly like this. Every time that he bottomed out, she could feel his balls slapping against her pussy, a reminder of what he could do if he pulled out. Every time that he pulled back, she felt the emptiness, and couldn't wait for him to slam all the way back in.

In, out, in, out, each thrust getting rougher, each time making her feel just how much different it was. That sheer size, the smell, the rut that had taken her was driving her mad. Another orgasm struck her, and she almost blacked out.

Hump, hump, hump...

Hump, hump, hump...

They finished almost an hour later, and by that time, they had an audience. Sarabi had cum four times as the flying lizard fucked her, and she didn't regret a single one of them. The rest of the lionesses watched in rapt attention, some of them rubbing themselves, others fingering themselves, but all of them focused on what the stranger was doing.

In, out, in, out, in, out. Each thrust was as powerful as the last, and she swore that her rump would be marked from this. She didn't care. It felt too good.

"Cum...cum," she muttered.

"Almost...there..."

It was the first admission that he was getting close that she had heard over the course of the hour, and that was enough for her to squeeze. She didn't know if she wanted him to fill her with those balls, but she knew that she wanted him to cum. She needed him to cum, just once, to remind her that she was good enough to make that happen after being utterly wrecked so many times.

It seemed to be enough. The dragon groaned, pulled back, and just as his tip was about to leave, she felt the first spurt. Sarabi gasped, her eyes going wide as the splatter of his seed entering her rocked her world. She moaned under her breath, feeling the heat of it, the thickness, and then -

POP!

And then it was spraying on her ass cheeks directly. Then down her legs, and along the backs of her calves. The flying lizard laid her down on the Rock, letting her lean against the side of it, even as his seed -

My feet?

The lioness was half-jolted from her pleasurable trance at the first shot of seed across her soles, but when it kept happening, she realized that he was actually aiming for her feet. She curled her toes, and somehow, that brought a greater splatter than the first shot or two.

He...likes feet?

It was a strange thing, but it did give her something to play off of, something that she could use if she needed to. Sarabi lifted her feet as much as she could - which wasn't much - and waited for the flying lizard to finish draining himself onto them. He had so much to give, and by the time he was done, her ass, legs, and feet felt like they had been drenched by a rainstorm.

He panted behind her, and Sarabi, as she gained control of her body again, slowly looked over her shoulder. The mess was...extensive, to say the least, and she knew that she'd feel that for a while.

"Help me up," she muttered.

A scaly hand took hers, guiding her back to her feet. She stumbled for a moment as the ground was far slicker than she expected, mostly because of the slime soaking her soles. However, she didn't miss the way that the flying lizard looked down at her legs, and she imagined that he had done that on purpose, to some degree. To mark her? Perhaps. She blushed; she kind of liked that.

"I believe that gives you your first 'payment,' Drac," Sarabi said. "You will come with me to the King, now."

"Of course. I hope you enjoyed yourself, too."

"...I believe that the results speak for themselves."

"Now, now. You might be Queen, but I did ask you a question."

The way that he threw her own words from earlier back at her was not lost on her. She rolled her eyes, but she smiled anyway.

"I did. Now, come with me."

The rest of the Pride watched, and she knew that Drac would receive multiple invitations to be bedded later. The fact that they didn't know what they were getting into left a small smile on her face, but Sarabi had already made the decision that she wouldn't be able to keep up with the flying lizard on her own. She would need to slowly expand the circle of lionesses that were tending to him, ensure that he didn't start looking around on his own for his own pleasures among them. That was part of being Queen: you did what you could, and then you found out how to accomplish what you couldn't do alone.

Still...she had to admit that she looked forward to the next round with him. There was something to that possessive marking that had left her more excited than usual, and she wanted to see just how much further he could take it. The feeling of her asshole not quite closing was another thing that she didn't know how to deal with, but it felt naughty, dirty, kinky, and it was enough to keep her mood going.

As they descended, Drac asked her a question.

"What's the first thing that you'll want from me?"

"The heir," she said.

"Already?"

"We've been trying for long enough, and it's the greatest key to having stability among the Pride Lands. If we do not have something to anchor ourselves to the land, then taking it won't matter. We won't hold it."

"That...makes sense."

He almost sounded worried. She could not see why. After all, that had been his offer. Had he not expected them to take it up? Or was it merely that she was insisting on it immediately rather than further on?

She supposed that she would find out when she led him to her husband. She shook her head -

"Ah!"

Only to almost fall flat on her face as she put her foot wrong. The slime was still coating her quite...severely. This was going to take a while.

The End

Summary: Sarabi comes out to give the dragon the news that his offer has been accepted, only to fall victim to the power of his pheromones and her own lust.

Tags: M/F, nudity, loincloth, the lion king, anthro, TLK, lion king, Sarabi, rule 34, anal, foot fetish, rimming, orgasm, addiction, Draconicon, cum, musk, pheromones, corruption,