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Winter had a problem. Winter had several problems, actually. His humans weren’t particularly happy with the temperature of his research lab, so he needed to warm that up a bit. He hadn’t actually gone anywhere in a good week or so, because he’d been so busy and-
He was stalling. Right, focus.
He hadn’t spoken to Qibli in… a while, not after what had happened. He’d actually been rather avoiding the sand dragon since then. Which was fine, right? It would be awkward to try and just go back to what they were before. Definitely.
He hoped.
Still, he did feel bad for just up and ghosting him like that… so he was going to do something stupid. Very stupid. So incredibly stupid, and why was he here-
Getting off track again, look around, nothing… He was still in the clear.
So, he’d decided to try and repeat what Qibli had managed, except for one tiny detail. Qibli didn’t live in some random town. He lived in the Royal Sandwing Palace. So Winter, in all his pale idiocy, had decided to try and sneak through the palace, alerting no one, and just pop into his friend’s room. No big deal, right?
He hoped he was imagining the laughter he just heard.
Making his way down the palace halls, it wasn’t particularly hard to find Qibli’s room. It did have his name on it, after all, and there weren’t many other rooms with a nameplate even on them. The recent change in royalty came with quite a bit of restructuring, and the changing of the royal guard was a natural consequence of that.
Checking the immediate halls, then checking again, just to be absolutely sure there was no one in sight, Winter crept into his friend’s room, closing the door silently behind him. Looking around, the room was surprisingly sparsely decorated, though that seemed to be more a product of the time Qibli had spent in the room, rather than a lack of effort on his part. Scattered around the room were a scant few instruments, most of which Winter remembered the Sandwing playing during their time at the academy.
There were also a few carvings, though none Winter saw as particularly noteworthy. More just there for the sake of taking up space on the shelves, he supposed. The back wall had a small tapestry on it, some kind of white dragon breathing flame. An interesting design, if a bit out of place. Still, he wasn’t exactly one to talk about decorating, so he let his comments fall to the wayside as he snuck around the room and realized…
Why was he here?
An odd question to ask, seeing as he already was here, but… Winter realized that he didn’t actually have a plan. He was in Qibli’s room, sure, but what did he even want to do here? He didn’t want to break anything, that would be… he didn’t want to do that. Maybe leave some kind of note? Tell Qibli that he was just as sneaky? That was an option, he supposed, but it didn’t really… feel right.
Still, it was an option, and he just didn’t have any better ideas. Searching around the room for something to write with yielded a small piece of blank parchment and a bottle of ink, untouched. Neither were new and were stuffed into a small box with a few other pieces of paper, so it was likely Qibli had gotten them for some reason, and then either forgot or just decided not to use them.
It wasn’t hard to write up a quick note, in fact, it was harder to find a place to put it, but that was solved by just pinning it to whatever tapestry Qibli had on his wall, making sure not to damage it, of course.
It was just after he’d done so that he heard the most terrifying sound he could think of. A sound that made him shiver, despite the absolutely sweltering heat.
Winter heard a knock at the door. And he froze still.
A feminine voice rang out behind the door with a sigh, clearly rather annoyed. “Yes, I suppose he wouldn’t be home, would he? He never is, when you need him. Oh well, he probably won’t mind if I just-” At that, the owner of the voice opened the door, revealing Winter stood there, like an absolute buffoon.
The Sandwing staring at him was thin, lithe, and absolutely terrifying. Queen Thorn, in all her glory, stood before Winter, and she was quick to react. Quicker than he, at any rate. She all but flew from the doorway, slamming it shut and pinning him to the bed. (He’d had to stand on it to reach the tapestry without standing on his hind legs, and that was rather awkward.)
Holding Winter down by his throat, the Sandwing Queen spared no time, quickly spitting out a venom-drenched question. “Who are you, and why are you here?”
Winter would have loved to tell her exactly why he was here. He was a fucking idiot who decided to sneak into his friend’s room in the Sandwing royal palace just to mess with him. And yet, he couldn’t. Certainly not because there was any sense of pride preventing him from doing so-pride went out the window when you were about to die-but because the queen was leaning on his windpipe, and he’d really love to breathe, and was he turning purple?
Seemingly noticing his small predicament of suffocation, Thorn let up her grip on his throat a little, allowing Winter to gasp out a response. “I-I’m Winter! Qibli’s friend, and I… I’m here because he snuck into my house, so…” Trailing off, he really, really hoped that would cut it for an explanation.
Thorn looked at him, tilting her head to the side as if to ask herself if she had heard him correctly. “I’m… I’m sorry, you said your name was Winter? Qibli’s friend… I remember him telling me about you. And, you’re here because he snuck into your house… oh! Oh~” Thorn got an… interesting look, on her face, and all at once Winter wished he could be exactly anywhere but here. Back in the royal Icewing palace, facing down his aunt and uncle? At least he’d know what to expect.
Right here, right now? He was very, very concerned about the slight blush on Queen Thorn’s face. About the slightly seductive smile that she wore, because of course, Qibli would have told her about that. And most of all, he was horrified that a part of him wasn’t horrified.
Sliding off of him, the queen dropped onto the bed, just next to him. She was bigger than him, though only by a little. She really was rather small, for a dragon old enough to be his mother, though she didn’t look any worse for it. She brought her head up to smile at him with a horribly concerning look.
“My, an Icewing prince, all alone in my castle. And here to sabotage one of my best men, to boot. Whatever shall I do about this horrid transgression, mm?” And now she was rubbing a talon on his chest. Moons, why did she have to be so unbelievably seductive? This was the Sandwing Queen! The most royal and majestic of all Sandwings! Yet here she was, making advances. On him. In his friend’s room. Moons above, this was both awkward and far, far too hot.
Winter’s mind was racing a mile a minute, and yet he couldn’t even think to say anything beyond “U-um, a-are you…?” Smooth, Winter. Really, he wanted to slap himself, but Thorn was really scary, and he barely even knew what he was doing at this point, so he was just going to go with it. If she decided to rat him out… he would figure something out… probably.
Seemingly eschewing a verbal answer, Thorn just gave him a look. One that Winter just melted at. One that told Winter exactly why this dragon in front of him had kids. Well, one kid, but- oh moons, she was licking his neck and why does that feel so good?
It was at this moment Winter’s manhood betrayed him, his cock slowly growing to its full size and sliding up against Thorn's leg.
He hoped she hadn't noticed. The look in her eyes told him she had.
Looking down, the Sandwing queen looked bemused more than anything. “Rather big for an Icewing, aren't you?” Her query was met with only stuttered apologies and half-baked excuses. Winter was horrified that he would even consider-
Before his train of thought could continue further, Thorn spoke up once more, this time in a far more gentle manner. “Dear, if you're worried about getting in trouble for this, don't. Qibli has told me quite a lot about you. More importantly, however, is that I'm more than happy to see this through. Not as a queen, but as myself. Thorn. So, dear Winter, what do you say?”
Winter's mind froze. She wanted him? Like that? But why? And… he wasn't going to get in trouble for it…
Winter would not consider himself a particularly good decision-maker. In fact, reflecting on many of his past decisions, he was surprised they ended so well. And yet… he'd yet to stop trusting his gut. And his gut told him that there was a lusty dragon in front of him. One who wanted him. So…
“Yes.” And there it was. He was doing this. Queen Thorn of the Sandwings… and she was moving herself down to his crotch. Moons above, Winter hoped he knew what he was doing. Hoped he could handle this.
He certainly didn't think he could.
Thorn moved her face down, until her snout was resting just on Winter’s cock, and chuckled. “My, it looks even more appealing up close. Maybe I'll have to make this a regular thing, mm?” Barely giving him time to process that particular statement, her tongue darted out, running up Winter’s entire length and drawing out a startled moan from him.
Thorn chuckled again, this time somehow more lascivious. “Mmm, and tasty too~ Better than any date I've had, certainly.” As proof, she bobbed her head down, enveloping his entire length in one go, and fuck if Winter didn't moan like an idiot, because it felt good.
Seemingly satisfied by his response, Thorn began slowly bobbing her head up and down, suckling delicately on his manhood, and making sure every ridge and crevasse got its due diligence. She was an expert. Where Qibli was eager and perhaps even excited, Thorn was experienced. She knew exactly where to lick, where every single one of Winter’s sensitive spots was without even trying. He was an open book, and she was reading him perfectly.
Thorn didn’t seem particularly phased by his moans, and if anything, only seemed to grow more eager from them. Every moan or huff of pleasure Winter gave, she would redouble her efforts, expertly working him to orgasm. She eventually pulled back, and Winter was sure he’d gotten a break.
Unfortunately for Winter, Thorn was more than happy to prove him wrong.
Somehow wrapping her tongue around his cock, she began anew, working him with her tongue as she brought her head up and down, and Winter’s head went blank. It was just too much, and he could do nothing but squirm and moan under the increased pleasure. He barely got out a warning before he came, flooding her mouth with cum and writhing as she continued to suck every drop out of him, finally bringing her head up and off of his schlong with a wet pop, licking her lips.
Moons above, that was… guh. That was the best Winter could come up with as he struggled to regain his breath, lying on the mattress.
And yet…
Thorn didn’t look quite done with him just yet.