Desert Rose

Two nations. A conflict lasting centuries. Two palaces and two rulers. Opposite each other, separated by a desert. An armistice keeps the warring kingdoms at bay, but the premonition of war can be felt everywhere. The Kingdom of Lions, ruled by a young Queen, Aria Calderon. After her father succumbed to an illness, she was next in succession of rule. A decision met with displeasure by many throughout the country. Brought up in constant war, she was hardened by the circumstances, or so they say. Her iron fist is only matched by her exceptional beauty, which brought her the name of Desert Rose for the unique complexion of her fur. One can spot her anywhere because of her fur, even if she tried to hide in civilian clothes. 
The palace is guarded heavily, albeit there are many secret passages. Some of them even unknown to the guards. This is all I know about my target. The desert rose shall wither through my hand.
I have traveled long to meet with my client and am now approaching the Kingdom of Lions. My guide, an old camel, has led me to a village on its border. He is kind, but seems very simple-minded. He does not know who I am or what I do and what I intend to do with his Queen. 
It is nightfall and we enter a small establishment where we can rest. The ground is cold, but it does not bother me, for my scales are used to temperatures such as these. I reflect on my mission before I fall asleep, dreamless and resting comfortably.

Night falls over my kingdom, my nation gripped by slumber. The royal bedroom is cold at night, the large bed filled to the brim with cushions and blankets of all colors and from all corners of the world. The door opens to reveal a male jackal standing there, nude and standing at full attention. He closes the door behind him and approaches me shyly. I can smell his musk, even though I am not facing the small jackal. He is just as aroused as me, his Queen. 
Imagine his astonishment when he saw his Queen's backside, exposed and spread before him on the royal bed. The royal honeypot, waiting, inviting and juicy and my young, voluptuous buttocks, high in the air and beckoning him to spread them with his small, canine paws. 
“Put the tongue that you were given to good use.” I tell him. He follows my orders and he hastily positions his face under my tail. I feel his hot breath on my thighs and his hands carefully pulling the pinkish-purple lips of my vagina apart. He starts licking and like all canines, has absolutely no sense of female flesh. He licks me like he's lapping up a bowl of water. Terrible! I tell him to stop and ask him if he is any better with his penis than with his tongue. 
Shyly, he answers me that his boyfriend does think so, although in their nights of passion he hardly has the time to use his instrument of pleasure. I knew he was a receiver. I wonder how anyone can be pleased by this and ask him if his boyfriend is also a canine perchance. The answer does not surprise me when he says yes. 
With this little erection of his, he will be hardly able to tie with me. I dismiss him, still not facing him and tell him that he shall not face me when he speaks, but the regions under my tail instead. He tells my vagina that his boyfriend is also here and that he may work better with him present and reluctantly, I ask him to bring him in. Through a hidden mirror, I can see a black and cream-colored dog enter the room and give the jackal a short kiss. I see them talk and move over to me. The dog greets me in the appointed place and also starts to lick me just like his lover. 
These canines! I tell him since he must be more acquainted with an anus, he should move and try his luck there. No luck for me either. I dismiss his tongue and tell both of them to start penetrating me anally at the same time. I feel their hot breaths behind me, the paws stretching my buttocks and the tips of their swollen cocks pressing against my secret passage. 
And just as insensitive as their licking was, they both start to push inside of their queen's asshole, quick and inept. Their cocks of different sizes scrape my insides and shimmy away next to each other. No feeling, all anxiety. I tell them to retreat from the royal behind and leave the premises of my anus at once. Ashamed that they could not pleasure their queen, both stand awkwardly next to each other, dicks standing at full mast.
They already want to leave, but I urge them to stay and position themselves on the royal bed. I order the dog to start sucking off the jackal in my presence and I turn around to face them. Giggling, he gets down to his partner's eager cock and slowly starts with its tip, carefully and lovingly caresses it with his tongue. The jackal squeals and says: “Nebu, I can't take it anymore!” before he shoots his load on the dark-furred dog's head and ears. Thick jets of cum escape his little erection and Nebu starts to laugh: “Oh, Roa, you've never been one for endurance, but this...”
“I am sorry, my queen...” Roa says and I merely tell him to turn on his belly and lift his tail. The jackal complies and opens his buttocks for his queen. A nice little rump I must say, a neatly placed pink pucker in the middle, surrounded by clean and pretty fur, a perfect victim for a little buggering from behind! Swiftly I retrieve the contraption from under the bed and ask command Nebu to thoroughly coat it in his canine saliva. He obeys without complaint and I strap the makeshift penis on my nether regions and gently push in the one side of it into my neglected orifice. Now this is how it is supposed to feel, gentlemen!
"Are you prepared to receive your punishment, Citizen?" I ask him commandingly.
"Yes, your highness." he answers in a quiet voice.
With a swift movement, I enter the little jackal, who squeals beneath me. He is still a tight, little boy, that Roa. I wonder how he is still as tight although he seems to be at the receptive side mostly.
"Nebu, how often a week do you make love to your partner and how? You can allow yourself to be detailed." I ask bluntly.
The dog seems to be taken aback at the question I am posing to him while I penetrate his boyfriend in front of his eyes. While Nebu thinks of something to say, I fasten my pace as not to make the punishment too comfortable for Roa.
"A...about four times a week, my queen, every second day I take my dear Roa in his rear entry. Usually at noon. I come home from work and Roa already waits for me in the bed. Half of his body hidden under the sheets, his beautiful eyes looking back at me seductively, telling me he wants only me and my...dick. So I undress and take my time to make the wait even more unbearable for him. I can see his breath getting harder and harder as I make my way to him and uncover his naked body under the sheets. His soft and light fur laying dormant in our bed, anticipating my touch and the simple beauty of his tail, waiting to be lifted. Sometimes he lifts it for me and other times he wants me to force it away, revealing his perfectly rounded buttocks that reveal his tasteful anus. Sometimes, it is he who takes the initiative and coaxes  me to finally enter him, but sometimes, Roa starts a playful fight where he closes his anus up and tries to wiggle under me and escape my grasp, but always lets me win. And then, when we are together, me locked in the remarkable tightness of his rear end, I feel connected with him. I know that Roa is the one I love when I am deep in his bowels and give him short and loving humps, our faces turned to one another, with real smiles that are completely without pretense or falsehood. A smile only lovers can exchange with each other. I collapse on my beloved jackal, relieved and feeling content. Such is the way we make love, your majesty."
Nebu's story has brought my high arousal, just as I had hoped. With every thrust I am closer to reaching my climax and allow Nebu to tend to his pulsating erection now by entering Roa's mouth. Roa's tight ass has apparently accepted its fate now and has become increasingly inviting and less nervous. Nebu pets Roa's little head and carefully enters his mouth as I feel my royal climax approach. My body heats up and I let out a mighty roar as my juices flow uncontrollably and I pull out the contraption out of the poor canine's anus. 
I see a glimpse that it has turned all red now as I remove it from my vagina to let my juices escape my swollen, leonine labia. Nebu asks my permission to finish inside his lover's backside, which I grant and after three short thrusts, the dog shoots into his spent mate. These two belong to each other and are not suitable for my endeavors, although I wish them well. I might even consider to employ them in the palace. And as they leave the royal quarters, I am sure that Roa's rear will not be granted any rest tonight.

I have made my way into the city. The yellow sandstone houses glimmered in the merciless heat of the desert kingdom, but fortunately, nightfall comes quick in this season, allowing me safe passage to the Palace of Lions. An immensely ornamented palace it is, complete with arcades, gardens and pools of water. The queen's quarters lie overlooking the Grand Garden of Yav, a lavish collection of exotic plants, works of art and statues to former rulers. Built by King Yav at the beginning of the last century together with some of its time's greatest architects, some of them from our Kingdom, coerced to construct a garden more beautiful than the Hermitage of Saint Barotny. One of many affronts committed against the scaled peoples. Yet I wonder at it's sight as I climb up to the Queen's large balcony. At my arrival there, I notice that the glass doors of the balcony have been left open, almost as if inviting me to end the struggle of nations with a single blow. Out of the sash that is attached to my hip, I take the ceremonial knife and step into her extravagant private quarters to fulfill my mission.
Yet the beauty of the bedroom and the decorations and paintings on the walls are no match for the sheer beauty that my eyes now have the privilege of gazing upon. On the royal bed, Queen Aria Calderon has spread out her body, facing away from me and lying on her belly, naked as the day she was born. Her fur is even more extraordinary as the descriptions I had heard, the pale color of the desert rose. The cool night wind enters from the open balcony and brushes the fur of her slender frame, her tail shivering from the cold. I ready my weapon as the Queen raises her voice without facing me.
"You are late, soldier. Yet I will let you carry out your duty, now that you have made the effort of coming to your Queen."
How did she anticipate my coming? A spy in our ranks perhaps? What is this trickery? I ask myself as the Queen rises and places herself in a peculiar position. The knife is nearing her ever more as suddenly and without warning, the Queen raises her slim tail to reveal her royal privates to me.
This is a sight that only a royal can provide, I am sure. The lips of her royal vagina start with darker tones on the strongly developed and large labia, only to segue into brighter, pink tones. Her anus resting above it, tight and of the same pink color, perfectly rounded. 
Like an artist painted the Queen of Lion's backside with his finest brushes, combining the beauty of all females inside this lioness. Her lips glisten with her fluids and beads of mammal sweat flow over her spread, voluptuous buttocks.
"Do not let your Queen wait any longer and put the tongue you were given to good use." she says impatiently.
This must be a mistake. I am supposed to assassinate this lioness, yet I am unable to resist her order and put aside my weapon. I sunder aside my inhibitions and smell her spicy, leonine scent before I caress her lips with my long, reptile tongue. A shiver seems to go through her body as I coat the royal hindquarters in my hot saliva. A short nip at her labia with my teeth makes her shiver more. I tilt my head to the side and enter her pink passage with my elongated tongue, carefully stimulating the Queen's insides. Her buttocks squirm as I move it around inside her. Even though her vulva is large, it feels unpenetrated and tight. This of course could also be the average size of a feline's female equipment. A significant amount of time later, I have succeeded in making the Queen moan.
I press my tongue inside her even harder as she pulls back and orders me to stop at once.
"You have proven yourself worthy of your Queen. You are now not just allowed, but ordered to deflower the royal passage with the sword between your legs. If your prowess is the same with your  sword as with your tongue, the prize will be yours. Please, citizen, enter me."
What is this? I ask before I position my purple member in front of the royal entrance. The dark tones of her outer labia match with my swollen penis' color. My tip touches them and I lean forward  and take her hip in my scaled hands. Slowly, I let my tip enter the tight hole and feel the heat and moistness of her vagina. It clutches my cock almost like it is sucking me into its center. I have rarely had a female show how eager and willing she is with her whole body. With a finger on my shaft's base, I slowly slide into the leonine vulva with my purple and bulging penis. The swelling next to the base touches her large lips and as she moans in pleasure, I force it in too.
The bulge stretches her labia and I bury myself deep in the Queen. Her tight insides pulsate and send shivers through my body. The cool wind brushes against my tail and anus and I pull out.
Now I enter her again, but this time, my pace is faster and I develop a steady rhythm with which I begin to thrust passionately into the royal womb. I can see her body rising and falling with her breath, her beautiful back arching as I plunder her cave and become less merciful with every thrust. This is the revenge for my people, I think as I take her as hard and as quick as I can. My balls slap against the lower part of her labia. Squirming beneath me, the enemy, penetrated by her assassin.
Relentless, powerful and close. Faster. Harder. Shorter intervals between thrusts.
A load sound fills the room all of a sudden, yet not coming from me. A roar sounds through the Queen's chambers as she reaches her climax and bathes my sword in her juices, causing my thrusting to stop and bury it in the swollen, purple vagina until the base of my sword. 
A grunt escapes my mouth as I fill the lioness with my thick, reptile seed, shooting uncontrollably and clutching her hips even tighter.
"What prowess you possess. I have never felt hands like yours on my body. You shall become the Queen's attender of the secret passage from now on. You will be tasked with pleasing your Queen to lift the stress of statesmanship from her shoulders. Now tell me your name and heritage, citizen."
The Queen turns around after speaking these words and before I can vanish, sees my scales and the emblem of the scaled peoples on my epaulet.
In the blink of an eye, the Queen pounces at me, shouting "Guards!" and brings me down, holding me in place by threatening my neck with her sharp teeth. My mission has failed. I have let my people down only for my selfish, carnal desires. Now I will surely pay the price for my indiscretion.
Two guards arrive, a lioness and a leopardess in golden armor, armed with swords and daggers.
"What shall we do with him, your Majesty? Shall the assassin be executed?" they ask as they put me in chains. The Queen is silent for a short time and I hear the cool wind blowing at the balcony, maybe for the last time until she speaks up:
"No, incarcerate this reptilian spy at once. Albeit make sure that he is treated well and that his body shall come to no harm."
"May I ask why, my Queen?
"He will be of use to me and through that, of use to the good of the kingdom. Ah yes, I have found very good use for him." Queen Aria Calderon of the Lions answers and as they take me away, I see a sly smile on her face. Sometimes, even failure seems to be rewarded with a prize.