“At least this means we're finally getting this worked out. And it means that your father cares about the settling of this area.”
	“But to send Riss? That might be something else. She killed two of my brothers, you know. And father never punished her for that. This could be anything.”
	The half-dragon Gyren paced the length of his audience chamber. The stone longhall, recently constructed, had the banners of the nation of Bentha and the insignia of the tribes of Pelagus, including Gyren's personal sigil hanging on the walls, with the national crest hanging behind the large wooden chair at the head of the chamber. Karina leaned against a table nearby, her nipples hard on her bare chest. The summer weather outside was blazing hot, but the stone building remained cool even during the height of the sun. The noblewoman's gauzy, translucent skirt and lack of undergarments were all that was required for the day-to-day of her life during the summer, and she had long ago ceased to struggle against her husband's desire for her to have her body on display as much as possible. Gold jewelry adorned her ample, exposed chest and arms, leaving nothing to the imagination but still presenting the image of wealth. Karina's noble and dignified bearing, even with her body nude, gave the truth to her pedigree.
	“Well, husband, there's nothing for it but to accept her visit. You can't go into hiding when she shows up. You are still the commander of this settlement.”
	“The problem is that I can't just prepare for assassination or diplomacy. I have to split the difference. And if I err...” The half-dragon spat, boiling saliva evaporating on the stone floor. “Bah! I am not meek. I will meet this challenge head on. I've survived worse. This just family.”

	The women of Gyren's harem were a bustle of activity, preparing themselves for the visit from the Marshal and her entourage. Diaphanous silks were wrapped around ample hips and buttocks, makeup was applied, and jewelry was worn. Bracelets and rings, the precious metals glinting in the light, were donned. Yven, the darkest-skinned of Gyren's concubines, wore a gold chain connecting her two pierced nipples. Two of the concubines were pregnant, their swollen bellies incubating eggs.
	Astar, the lone dragon-touched member of Gyren's harem, hefted her ample breasts in her hands and winced slightly. They were uncomfortable and swollen with milk, and due to the business of the day she had not had the chance to have them drained yet. Looking around, she saw that her harm-mates were busy with their own preparations. Ducking past the silk drapery that separated the different areas of their dwelling, Astar found Gyren's daughter, Heln, adjusting a summer gown in front of a mirror. The athletic dragon-touched woman saw Astar in her reflection and winked, blowing her lover a kiss. The concubine crossed the room to embrace her lover from behind, cupping the younger woman's ample breasts through her dress.
	“You look ravishing, Heln. I'll enjoy taking you out of that dress later.” Heln's crimson skin was set off by the intense burgundy of her form-fitting gown, golden thread rimming the edge of the exquisite garment.
	“And you look suitably... concubine-ish.” replied Heln, turning around to face Astar, enjoying the sight of the older woman's nearly naked body.
	Astar smiled at the remark.
	“I'm just a little uncomfortable, lover. If you could help me out a bit...?” Astar let it trail off. Heln knew what she was referring to. Indeed, the indigo-haired woman nodded and bent her head to one of her partner's voluminous teats, sucking gently to start the flow of milk. Astar's head bent back as she thrust her chest forward, letting out a low, lustful moan as the pleasurable sensations of being suckled enthralled her. Heln suckled slowly, making sure not to let any run out to dampen their clothes, periodically switching over to the other nipple to drain both her lover's breasts. By the time she was done, both women were breathing heavily, their cheeks and chests flushed, and their pussies both dripping with arousal. Eyes locked on each other, they stared with lustful gazes, only breaking them to prepare for the court.
	“Here, Astar, turn around. I'd better put your collar on.” said Heln, retrieving one of the gilded collars with the attached chain that were set aside for Karina and each of the concubines. As Astar exposed the back of her neck, Heln fastened the collar together, and took the chain to lead her into the court.

	The local tribesfolk were not used to the open display of women in the manner of Gyren's harem. Eyes roved over the concubines, and muttered expressions of lust and shock were heard throughout the hall. The women lay on furs and pillows, each wearing a collar chained to Gyren's wooden chair, looking about calmly as if this was normal. For them, it was, as the open display of concubines in the capital was something that was more common.
	The doorman signaled to the court that the guests were imminent, and presently Riss entered the long hall, wearing simple traveling clothes, with a red cloak thrown over them upon which her personal symbol was emblazoned in blue. The doorman announced the half-dragon woman to the court, the assembled tribesfolk watching her with interest, as she was the second half-dragon that most of them had ever seen.
	“Lady Riss, Marshal of Bentha.”
	Riss seemed less interested in formalities than Gyren remembered, and strode to the center of the hall without acknowledging any of the assembled humans.
	“Brother.” acknowledged Riss, giving a small nod. “Granddaughter.”
	Riss nodded at Astar, basically nude and clinging to her brother's leg.
	Gyren returned an equally small nod.
	“Riss. I'm glad you took the time to come down here and work this out.”
	The majority of the assembled humans were local to the area, and did not understand a word of the dragon tongue, and thus the contents of the conversation were incomprehensible to them. The normally impassive faces of the half-dragon siblings did not lend them any help in comprehension, either.
	“I have been... busy. So what's this then? Set yourself up as the local dictator for these barbarians?”
	Gyren smiled.
	“Well, yes. It took more doing than I thought. They wanted to rule by council.”
	“And did they insist on this dog and pony show?”
	“No, sister, I thought you would want to be greeted with all the pomp and circumstance due your station. Or at least as much as could be accomplished in this rustic town.”
	Riss snickered.
	“It's not much. But forget this court business, we just need to work out the whys and wherefores of the trade agreements. And I'm starving.”
	Gyren sighed and shook his head.
	“All right everyone, clear out. Servants, bring in the tables and some of that cow we slaughtered for my sister. She is famished.”
	With muttered expressions of surprise at the cutting short of the court session, the locals left. Some of Gyren's retainers came to him to ask briefly if he needed anything else, but he shooed away everyone but the servants, his concubines, and Heln. Riss had surprised him, she was clearly here to negotiate and then leave as soon as possible. This made things easier.

	Assuaging the damaged egos of the merchants from the capital was something easier said than done, but Gyren drafted a few letters of apology to send back with his sister as to the catastrophes that had befallen the merchants attempting to ship supplies in to Pelagus. As the talk turned away from business and towards gossip and the personal, Riss revealed to her brother that she had given birth to twins recently.
	“For certain? Who's the father? Anyone I know?” asked Gyren, surprised.
	“Karhys. We have an... understanding.” explained Riss.
	“Well, if you were going to pick a human, you could do worse. Of course, you'll be responsible for giving your children class and a proper upbringing, but he's made of strong stock, that is clear.”
	“Yes, yes he is.” Riss laughed, thinking of her paramour's rough lovemaking.
	“Speaking of strong stock, your granddaughter bore me quite the clutch of eggs. Five.”
	Riss's eyebrows rose, impressed. She regarded her granddaughter, clutching her brother's leg as she was, sipping on a goblet of wine.
	“Glad to see you've put her to good use. She never seemed like she had a proper libido, that one.”
	“That is not the case, I can assure you, sister.”
	Gyren laughed, reaching down and squeezing Astar's nipple with his clawed hand. Deciding to pursue the matter further, he pushed the loincloth of his tabard to the side, exposing his throbbing, half-hard member, and dragged Astar's face up to service him. Astar, her wine and her whispered conversation with her harem mates momentarily forgotten, went to work, her tongue and lips swiftly bringing Gyren's manhood to full hardness.
	Riss shook her head.
	“It's clear that you get certain habits from our father. I don't know why you two must always insist on being serviced when we talk.”
	Gyren shrugged.
	“I know when I feel lust. That's all. What about you? If Karhys is at home, your needs must certainly need satisfying.”
	Riss smirked, her eyes shooting over to her niece momentarily. Heln froze midway through a sip of wine, looking between her father and aunt.
	“Heln, allow your aunt to relax after her travels. Show her that you've learned something useful from the time I allow you to spend with my harem.
	As Astar slurped noisily on Gyren's cock, Heln approached her aunt with a bit of trepidation. The half-dragon woman was beautiful, to be sure, with a toned, fit body and massive breasts. Her eyes on Heln's were pure predator, though, and made the girl feel uneasy. As she knelt down between Riss's legs, a firm hand pulled her face against the smooth folds of her aunt's snatch. Soon, however, her lustful instincts took over, and she found herself sucking and licking with abandon. As Riss's juices flowed into Heln's mouth, and the half-dragon woman's gasps of pleasure filled her ears, Heln became quite aroused herself, despite her father watching her do the deed. After Riss came to a climax, her muscular thighs clenching on either side of Heln's head and sweet juices splashing against her face, she pulled her niece up for a passionate kiss, their long tongues dueling with each other inside their mouths. Both looked at each other intensely, before Riss forcefully pushed Heln to the furs and licked her to a loud, messy orgasm herself.