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D: It was always hot and noisy and smelly and dirty down here. The highborn dragoness disliked coming down to the engineering level but circumstances dictated action. Elguest was going to propose to the council tomorrow and she needed to know the details of his argument if she was going to craft a convincing and compelling counter to stop him before the old drake got any traction. Of course sneaking into a senior senate member's office to make copies of his speech wasn't exactly a legal enterprise. And trying to navigate through the maze of maintenance ducts and slipping into the office without signs of entry required more knowledge of the system than she had herself. That's why she needed him... The red drake hadn't even noticed her enter, his dirty work clothing hugging his otherwise well proportioned feral body. Maybe wearing a dress had been less than ideal coming down here... She huffed, stepping over a puddle daintily. Euhh... "Excuse me." She called over the echo of mechanical parts, trying to get the big drake's attention.

B: The big red was hunched over an open access panel, goggle glinting off the faint lamp light as he worked. The sound of metal protective plates clinked as his body moved. The occasional grunt and huff, and curse under his breath accompanied the rather tedious task of the scheduled maintenance. He hadn't noticed that in this small little back machinery room, that someone else had entered; the dim lighting and heavy brass furnishing wasn't exactly some attractive for tourism and he certainly wasn't expecting an assistant. At the sound of her voice, the drake paused for a second. His slowness showed just as much perplex in her reaction. A female's voice? His paws stopped moving on the tool as his head came up, looked up for a second, before finally turning around to see the dark dragoness behind him. Her rather fine, silken outfit, matched with an elegant corset and other adornments spoke plenty about her well before her next works came from her. The drake set his tools down for a moment, but left his goggles on, the tinted lens kept his prowling eyes from her view for now. "Can I help you ma'am?"

D: Her green eyes watched him move as he walked backward. It wasn't that she was intruding on his privacy; as a fine lady she'd never think such things, but the red rear end that scooted into view before he turned to face her was really the only thing to look at... Still, she didn't think much of it, getting a look at him face to face as he whipped his paws off on a nearby rag while the clockwork gears continued their tireless efforts nearby. "Dracasis." She bobbed her head in greeting. "I'm in need of a bit of help you see." She began, trying to figure out how to word it while being both discreet and informative. "I was told there were secondary entrances down here and I need find the one for room twelve twenty-two." She paused, he didn't say anything. "And I was told you were the drake to seek out to help me with that task...?" She added in an inquiring tone, maybe he couldn't hear her over all this mechanical noise?

B: The drone of the machinery was a bit, as the drake strained to hear well enough; his frill twitching as he tried to catch her tone. After catching a few words from the black dragoness, the red raised a finger for moment before turning and reached for a level. With a grunt his flexed and tugged, drawing back the level with a bit of strain to start the slowing whirl of the machinery. His motioned flowed into a short frenzy as the steam built up then hissed out, as the drake turned valves and knobs, properly turning off the machinery. He huffed for a second, trying to see through the newly built steam, waiting for it to dissipate. "Sorry about that, now I can actually hear... " The crimson drake stepped up closer than before, taking a seat before her to entertain his new guest that was taking time out of his work; though, he wouldn't ever complain about having a lovely hen such as herself to pay him attention at the moment. "I think I heard something about getting a secondary access door open to one of the rooms is that right?"

D: She wiggled her nose in distaste as he shifted back to work, unable to think this was going to be a hopeless endeavor. When the cloud of misty steam erupted from the pipe work, she jumped ducking her head and closing her eyes. Tack unexpected occurrences to the list of things she disliked about coming down here... She fanned her slender wing about to clear the air, literally. Well at least that was a bit better. To his comment she perked up, perhaps a bit more telling of her need than she'd have liked. "Yes, room twelve twenty-two please." Well at least he knew what she was talking about, this must be the right drake then, Balasar I think it was? "I have limited time if we may proceed post-haste please." She continued cordially.

B: Balasar rumbled for a second and sat on his haunches, arms crossing slowly. The dragoness looked familiar enough; she has been through this building more than once. She must have the credentials to get through to whatever door she needed to get through to regardless, much less need the back door into a room. "Um... miss..." The red drake tried to not sound too defensive, and attempted to maintain at least a professional tone. "You'd not want to go through that way... it's not exactly comfortable and well lit. The main doors should still be open and the guards should be able to let you in if it was locked." The curious red let his tail swish about idly as he adjusted his clothing, shifting the leather and metallic plate coverings to fit more comfortably. He took a rag to his snout, wiping off the sweat as he still enjoyed the momentary engagement with the dragoness. He was glad that his eyes were covered still, for they were most definitely eyeing up the hen. Her slender form and wings, glowing green eyes most certainly alluring in the dim oil lamp that kept the room barely lit.

D: Damn... Shouldn't these lower cast kind be more gullible? "Unfortunately that's not an option. Trust me-" She paused to eye the grimy area with disinterest. "-I wouldn't be here if it were. I was told you knew the way and had access so I've come seeking your help so are you going to assist me or not?" She puffed, her slender form looking adorable when she was upset. Perhaps a bit of a guilt trip would help serve her purpose! "It's late and I'm uncomfortable, can we just go?" He looked dubious at best. She let off a soft sigh.

B: Balasar tilted his head a bit, not quite sure where he'd incurred her reaction from. He huffed out lightly, trying to understand her insistence, and can see her discomfort with the situation rather obvious. "Miss..." He still didn't have her name yet, but continued on anyhow. "You understand that, these maintenance access doors are for engineers only right?" He shifted a bit, tail idly thumping, slowly though. "Unless there's a reason the main doors are closed and you have a repair notification that grants others access to the back door, I can't let you through." The drake held back a bit of his annoyance, his hopes for a lovely conversation had been doused, and apparently the black dragoness was showing more aggression than he cared to entertain on the clock. "Now... if you'd excuse me, I have to return to fixing this backup generator."

D: She puffed when he dismissed her, the indignity quite real for the regal dragoness. She couldn't very well get angry at him, what she wanted him to do was very much against the code but that didn't make it any less frustrating that an engineer had more power in this situation than she did. Perhaps a bribe? "What about for a few coins? Surely helping me with my problem is worth a bit to you and I'll pay you for your time." She shifted into a sitting position, the new angle giving him a shadowy view of her underbelly- clothed in an attractive lacy dress as it was. She might have been offended if his goggles hadn't hidden where his eyes actually were when she reached a paw out with a few coins in her palm. They weren't much, a good day's wage perhaps but enough she expected.

B: Balasar turned his head to face her for a moment. The situation with this dragoness gets from curious to confusion to concern, and his opinion of her degrading rather quickly. A bribe? What would be so important that the black is willing to pay him to let her though? His mind raced for a few seconds, the silent contemplation was perhaps too long for her. Why? Why indeed... none of the access doors were guarded, they only had access keys given only to engineers. If anything they were much stronger to make up for the lack of physical security. The real advantage is that no one would know they were open or closed... except for him... His reasoning drew his mind darker into the recess of his thoughts, and deviousness to match if not exceed the black dragoness was slowly forming. "Miss... I have to ask... why are you so insistent on getting into room twelve twenty? I am certain that whatever is in there is much more valuable than the coins you're offering me. The least you can do is cut me in on whatever goods you seek! After all, I am risking my tail for you." His paws reached for his tools, signaling the imminent return to work for the red drake, and the end of the line for the pressing dragoness.

D: The big black grunted, dropping her paw, clutching the coins. Why were plots like this so complicated, she just need to look at some papers! Just look, not steal! Well... sort of steal, she was going to copy them down after all... still, nothing of value and she said as much; "It's nothing like that." She gave him a scowl. "I'm not a petty thief. Elguest just has some documents I need to make sure are valid. If I go to him directly he'd get all outraged and throw a temper tantrum like a child which will only further validate anything he wants to say. I don't want to give that old vagabond any extra ammunition." She grumbled, remembering after a moment that she wasn't talking to a politician. "Anyway, all I want is to take a look at what he plans to present and then skitter off, no one has to know, no one WILL know." Convicting this drake was becoming harder than getting a hatchling to eat a tomato.

B: Balasar's eyes narrowed at the black dragoness before him. Slowly the plot began to unfold and the insistence that she was displaying made more sense. But... perhaps it was his reaction to her that was more disheartening to her I have no interest in the politics of Elguest, certainly not enough to risk for it. He turned and began to slowly turn his tools against the machinery. Even as his words left her maw, his mind was still turning. But wait... There's something else that he could perhaps benefit from her. His mind once more descended into dark, devious thoughts, and he chuckled to himself as his body agreed! He grunted a bit, feeling his clothes get tight. Once again the busy drake stopped his work, not terribly surprised to see the dragoness still there, as she still hasn't succeeded. "There is something that I value more than coin." The devious drake let the black dragoness' interest build and hope rise. "The company of a lovely lady such as yourself would be... a suitable exchange." His words were accompanied by his body language, with his body turning once more to face her, and the unmistaken grin flashing his stark white fangs, "company" wasn't the polite usage for certain.

D: She tried not to grumble when he turned her down, the black scaled lady frowning at his disinterest in her offer. The fancily dressed dragoness didn't turn and storm out or anything so ghastly. His final thought on the matter seemed to have sealed the deal as he returned to his work without so much as a good day to her. She gave him an icy look but didn't otherwise say anything, tail flicking in agitation. Well now what? She rolled other ideas around in her head for a moment before he stopped and turned toward her once more, waving a spanner in her direction. She perked, equal parts skeptical and hopeful. It didn't sink in immediately when he made his offer until that dirty grin spread across his. Then it hit her with what he meant by company. "What?! No! Why in the world do you think I would agree to such things?" The fancy fem bristled with indignation. "There are certainly other things I can offer you."

B: Balasar chuckled again and rumbled, enjoying the reaction from the dragoness. The smug look on his snout only seem to grow with more of his dark intent. "Is that so? I doubt you'd be able to offer me anything as good as what I have my sights set on." Even if his goggles covered his eyes, his lustful gaze was more than piercing and she could feel it. "And I don't take IOUs either!" Oh she was quite the character alright, and his mind already has been filled with the thoughts of her dress hiked and her bent over his tool box, sating his lust. "I guess whatever the senator has written isn't important enough for you then is it? Certainly isn't worth my tail. So unless you're willing to risk your own, I suppose I'll be getting back to my work now, I am still on the clock you know." He rumbled again, enjoying seeing the hen boxed into a corner like this! She must need this badly if she were still entertaining the idea! What price is the black hen willing to pay for a sheet of paper?

D: She gave him a critical look, that amusing little frown returning to her snout as she mulled over the options. She only had today- tonight to be specific and Balasar had been her only lead. The time it would take her just to _find_someone else, let alone convince them, get back to the undercity, get through the passage and find what she was looking for, it would be tomorrow already leaving no time to do anything with the information she hoped to gain. It was vile to think she'd have to submit further to this commoner but she was already down here in the city's greasy, gassy, mechanical asshole, what was one more indignity to bear. With a sigh, she relented. "Alright fine, what do you want?" She accepted the disagreeable offer with as much dignity as she could muster.

B: Balasar sets his tool down for, hopefully, the last time. The last few minutes of start and stops has been more than a little frustrating, but at least this time he'll be getting something out of it! He turned to face her, taking a few steps in close, sniffing the air curiously about her. "Hmmrr... not much I'd say." The drake decided to test out his new hen, seeing how far he could push her, how submissive she was to his advances. The bulge in his crotch had already been pushing against the heavy fabric of his suit, and he'd been dying to let it out. But not before it was so subtly shown off to the hen before him. It throbbed a bit, anticipating being let loose soon! The red closed in now, nosing curiously at her neck and shoulders. "I think I want to see your commitment first... after all... you politicians are skilled with your tongues. Show me." The red made no reservations about the black's dignity, at this point, she was a receptive toy for his pleasure, and he was gonna get the most out of her!

D: The black dragoness gave the red drake an unhappy glare, as he stepped in and sniffed her lightly perfumed neck. Well... at least she hadn't been wrong about the creatures down here in the cellar... Still, no sense fussing over it now, just get it done with and move on- she thought to herself. She let him gloat over her for a moment before reaching a paw up and placing it on the end of his snout, pushing him up and back some. She wasn't easy prey, just a fine catch and if she were going to do the work, she'd do it on her own terms. With him up on his hinds, she gave him one last look as if to say '_no funny business_' before leaning down some. The ground wasn't dirty by any normal standards but she still felt uneasy laying herself upon it. Her paw reached under his belly, cupping the bulge in his leathers and feeling it with less than a tender touch. She wrinkled her snout at the prospect but steeled herself for the task as she slowly worked him free from the constraining fabric, that dual-colored cockflesh jumping early out into the open.

B: Balasar huffed softly feeling her push back. He wasn't going to be so easily dissuaded from the rejection, not this lightly at least. His immediate aggressor was stowed for now, as he felt the dragoness reach down and began to fondle his package. He growled softly at her, not to intimidate, but to reassure her that's the correct direction to proceed. The musky drake obviously bathing in his own stench a bit, and his groin wasn't the most pleasant of places. It was, however, free of the stench of grease, oil, and other artificial fluids. Instead the hen was rewarded with the heavy scent of a virile male, pre already oozing off of the tip, ridges flexing a bit in anticipation. "You're going to have to do better than that my dear!" The engineer growled at the hen as her hesitance was showing and reflecting on her treatment of his tool.

D: Engineers... always so concerned about the treatment of their tools. She wrinkled her nose at the strong scent of him. A heavy, virile scent that tainted her nostrils. It wasn't strictly unpleasant but she did her best not to enjoy it, not to give him that sort of satisfaction. Her paw roamed over the surface, a single caress already getting her paw sticky. She rolled her eyes- because of course it would... Well, enough complaining girl, just do the thing and pay your dues. A momentary thought of him not following through with his end of the bargain after she was finished did float through her mind, but she could deal with him later if such treachery were to occur. Her paw rolled around the soft surface of his warm arousal for several moments, feeling him up while working up the courage to go further. Her husband would have a conniption if he knew she was doing this- not only to another drake but to an engineer no less. The sacrifices she made! It was the thought that steeled her as her tongue slid along those under ridges, cradling his cock on its way into that hot, wet muzzle of hers.

B: Balasar rumbled deeply, huffing out softly. The drake was genuinely unconcerned about her status as is; merely using her as a warm, wet receptacle. Although she was being more than reluctant and less eager than he'd like. Regardless, he rumbled out in pleasure as he finally felt her lips and tongue wrapped about his tip. Immediately she was blasted with a thick wave of pre, landing right on her tongue! The drake wasn't going to let her get away with being shy and resistant. His paw moved right on to the back of her head, growling softly as he pressed down. "That's more like it! And you better watch the teeth!" He hissed softly, glaring down at her, hips rolling a bit against her muzzle. She may be unwilling, but he was unwavering in his lust driven forwardness. His eyes roamed over her form now, displayed rather well across the floor. His other paw taking to her side, feeling her slender form through the corset, petting at her tail base. The content noise that came from the crimson more than evident of his approval of the fine catch.

D: It was a slow but steady progress... which he seemed unwilling to wait for. With a paw behind her horns, he simply rolled forward, smearing the wetness he'd drizzled over the tip of her tongue all over her maw. She didn't really fear him being aggressive- after all she had his pride between her teeth and they were... trading like adults, it just irritated her that he was using the control he obviously had in this situation. She didn't fight him on it, just scowled a bit now hidden under his belly. The taste of him wasn't much different than her husband- it was just knowing the sticky goo sliding down her throat was coming from such an... undesirable source. She knew how to pleasure a male, even if her normal measures were much more constrained. Her snout felt just as lovely as any hen wrapped around his spire as those ridges rubbed against her lower lips. The highborn dragoness didn't much care for him touching her like that but, considering what she was doing beneath him at that moment, it hardly made much difference in the grand scheme of things. Her smooth, well manicured scales were hidden beneath a layer of fine silks, the shape of her body drawing attention to itself in all the right ways.

B: Balasar let loose a heavy pant, as if the pressure that was being held finally let loose! Feeling her muzzle give to his guiding paws, then her lack of resistance to the digits exploring her body. She was getting more and more compliant by the second! And the devious drake was having all of it! His hips thrusts steadily into her lovely muzzle, giving the dragoness quite the tasty snack of pre, not caring that such services from her were normally reserved! The more he enjoyed the "exchange", the more bold he got! His paw slipped over hen's tail base, tugging on the think fabric that gave her backside some decency. The claws tugged and hook, pulling loose the link that held her dress over her tail. The red growled softly, keeping his paw on her muzzle as he slowly drew up her dress, revealing the fine haunches of the black dragoness along with her rather skimpy undergarment. The low rumble of approval vibrated from the drake's throat, his paws slipping over and eagerly feeling up the hen! It was quite obvious the engineer knew no bounds with her body! Having no knowledge of her carnal limits, not that it'd have any difference now! He had almost what he wanted from her, and getting closer by the second!

D: It was an unnecessary indecency to be exposed like this but, with her snout in his crotch in the underbelly of the city, there was little use in fussing. Her cheeks warmed as she felt him crowding over her body, stripping away a layer of fabric just enough to let his paws caress her bare scales. The smooth touch of his rough, worked paws over her delicate hide felt good to the bigger male, having such highborn girl under his belly was rare by any standards and one 'willing' to be there rarer still. She just focused on the task at hand, eyes looking forward as his body rolled above her, tongue guarding his greedy spire from the dangers of her teeth as he soaked her taste buds in his virile fluids, making her drink his essence or risk the indignity of having it dribble off her chin. It happened anyway, the pistoning flesh between her lips creating a sticky welt of juices that eventually made a mess despite her best efforts. It was not at all what she wanted, but it was a lie to try and deny the arousal such an uncouth act caused in her. The lacy lingerie that clung attractively to her hide made reveling her womanhood all the more erotic, the poor girl feeling him jump excitedly between her lips as his covered eyes got a view of the real prize.

B: Balasar slowly found himself crawling over the hen till they were nose to tail. His grip moved from pushing her head down to caressing her neck, teasingly feeling the bulge as his thick breeding pole began to grind into her throat. He rumbled softly, nearly pawing himself through a fleshy condom of a dragoness throat. On the other end however, it was time for the highborn dragoness to be receptive whether or not she wants it! Without a sliver of regard for the dignified hen, his claws hooked right about her panties and slowly drew them down. Her sounds of refusal were more than enticement to his ears, and he'd mute the hen with a firm shove of the crotch, burying his shaft into her muzzle. "Now now, we had a deal... and I'm not satisfied yet!" His snout dipped right on down slipped below her tail, nuzzling right at her exposed crotch! His paws guided her slowly, angling her chest to the ground and rump into the air, giving the drake all the room to rut her muzzle and explore her snatch. His nostrils were pressed firm against her lips, scent the hen deeply. Her sweet aroma a much pleasant change from the stench of grease all day! And boy did he enjoy it! This bargain was going much better for him as they progressed!

D: Her nostrils flared in a puff as his talons slid beneath her undergarment, carrying them with his dirty paw on their way down. Within seconds, what had just been an unsavory act to get something she wanted suddenly turned into something more real. She couldn't argue with a pound of dragoncock shoved down her throat but he could clearly feel her protest. Which he quite neatly quelled by rolling his hips forward and shoving her nose into his crotch. Forced to breath in the hot heavy musk of male for several seconds didn't help, the smaller dragoness considering giving his arousal a squeeze between her teeth to warn him off... but relented. Instead she just lay there smushed against his maleslit as his cock twitched, drizzling precum down her throat. He'd better lead her to the councildrake's room in a chariot for this... With one paw pressed against her backside and the other stroking up her tail, the lovely lady was bent in a pleasurable little U shape as her supple pink pussy was put on display. The perfume she wore didn't extend this far, the scent here was entirely nature, a hot healthy aroma of a sexually exotic female filling his nostrils now.

B: Balasar rumbled in pleasure as he took over the majority of the movement. Hips thrusting against her snout, rutting his ridges against her tongue and lips, whiles his own appendage slid out and slowly lapped at her bare slit. He rumbled again, louder this time! Oh she was quite the sweet hen! Delicious to from edge to edge! He couldn't help but give her another lick! Was that... a touch of heat in her taste? Was she fertile and in season? His previous thoughts of having carnal knowledge of the hen suddenly seem tame compare to his desire to consummate this dragoness! Whether or not she's willing! The restrictive clothes kept her from being able to do much, keeping her fold pressed in tight, as the tongue pressed and teased. He was casually exploring her tunnel, teasing in just barely and getting a good taste. But, what surprised him the most was probably the rather quick build up of pleasure! He was lost in the pleasure, thrusting away into the black's maw! He forgot how pent up he was, quickly blowing through the last few strokes as he buried his hips against her nostrils, ridges flaring as he emptied a steamy load of seed right into her muzzle!

D: The excitement was certainly not unfounded; the smell of a receptive dragoness on any male's tongue would be arousing, the fact that this pristine treasure was there for the taking only made dipping into the healthy vent between her legs all the more satisfying. He seemed to ignore the pinch of pleasure that signaled his oncoming orgasm, simply letting it roll through his frame and down into her muzzle. She could do little to stop him from cumming inside her, the horny drake rocking his stiff spire over her tongue a last few times before giving a firm shove to shoot the first wad of seed down her throat, forcing her to swallow it before edging back and spilling a generous helping of sticky, creamy fluid all over her tongue. She'd never had a taste for it before but he made sure to ruuuub it in good as he ejaculated casually over her taste buds before burying her nose into his crotch to cum down her throat again. The paw on her throat added to the satisfaction, feeling the highborn's throat bulge slightly as she gulped it down, the excess dribbling off the corner of her maw, adding a sticky stream of white to mark her black hide. She didn't reach a peak but it didn't matter, his tongue still had free reign to violate her pink insides the whole while which only served to further extend his pleasure.

B: Balasar rumbled and growled, huffing loudly and taking a moment to look down at the mess he'd just made. "My my, so sorry, I wasn't expecting that.... as you can see... the company of a dragoness is rather... scarce in these parts." He chuckled softly as he slowly drew out of the used dragoness' maw, seeing the thick goo of cum and saliva still clinging and dripping off in thick strands! He gave her sweet vent a few more licks before he stepped beside her, rumbling softly as his casually drags his messy shaft over her snout, spurting a few streaks of white onto her pretty face. The dignified black was finally let to get up after being coerced into pleasuring the drake. She may believe her duties are done for now, and that the engineer will lead her on. But the truth couldn't be farther. "That was pretty good... but... can't leave a lady unsatisfied now!" His snout motioned towards his cart full of tool. The proposition was obvious: They are not finished, and the randy drake wanted more out of her! "Don't worry my dear; I'm a drake of my word... I'm just not quite satisfied yet. I had barely started to get to know you!" He purred at the black hen, his smug, devious expression stretched across his snout in a grin. If anything showed his readiness, his freshly spent arousal was still stiff, still throbbing, quite ready for another round.

D: The black dragoness wasn't used to this sort of rough play and, as he drew back, she let her jaw hang open, giving him a wide birth to withdraw. The frisky drake took a big satisfied breath, lifting his belly up and letting that fat log of flesh ease down atop her freshly soaked muzzle. She winched and quickly closed the nearest eye as he rocked himself back and forth above her, torturing the poor girl further by smearing his scent all over the unfaithful hen's snout. She wrinkled her snout but didn't otherwise argue, too busy trying to rub the sticky cum off the roof of her maw. It was everywhere... getting cleaned off before going home was going to be tricky but that shouldn't be too hard. She was ready to dress herself and get going when he nudged her tailend, ushering her for round two. She protested but he'd have none of it, unwilling to take her to where she actually wanted to be until he'd 'satisfied her'. She neither needed nor wanted such treatment but his insistence was infuriatingly stubborn. Well she could fake something quick and be on their way she supposed, temporarily ignoring the reeking scent of cum dripping off her snout. It was difficult to walk with her panties around her haunches so, before wandering to the offered spot, she stepped out of them, carefully setting them aside. A bottomless highborn hen was even more alluring somehow as she stepped over to the edge of the work area and examined it, not sure what he intended.

B: "Bend over!" His playfully chased after her tail tip, nipping at it before slowly nuzzling down the softer underside of her tail. He traced it all the way back from tip to base until his snout was once more nestled between her lips, taking long, slow licks. He nudged and encouraged her until she was bent over his cart, trying her hardest to not get the dirty tools all over her dress! It was a bit amusing and pleasing to see such a high classed dragoness dragged so low through the grime, literally! Only if she knew the crimson's inseminating intent that was to follow! Secretly behind him though, the drake slipped his tail over her panties and slipped them somewhere for him to keep... hopefully she'll forget, and become a drippy, panties-less hen in this official building! The drake re-focused with a soft growl! Huffing softly thorough his breath as his tongue pressed into her walls. His claws on either side of her lips prying open the delicate flower gently! The drake was sure, she was definitely in heat! And on the verge of bringing home a clutch of bastard eggs to her mate! But he wouldn't know, not this time! His mind already full of the idea of rutting her silly! Without another word, the drake leapt up and crawled over the black hen, pinning her down against the cart as his bare shaft came to brush against the exposed pussy. Balasar rumbled deeply, tip spurting in the throbs. Now the mess was getting somewhere potent!* ***

D: She wanted to chastise him for being so uncouth in his mannerism but she didn't bother, knowing the effort would be wasted on the engineer. This whole ordeal was taking up much more time than she anticipated; she expected to be rummaging through files by now not skirting around used sticky tools... The parallels between the items on the desk and the dragoness standing over them lost on the sophisticated female. As embarrassing as it was to have her dress rolled up around her hips, she was also somewhat glad, the effect keeping it out of the dirt more than most. She'd have to get these clothes washed too before heading home. The tray held her weight without issue as she looked about for a moment before feeling his nose under her tail once more, tongue fishing around inside her. As much as she tried not to enjoy it, it would be a lie to say she there wasn't some pleasure out of what he was doing, her slick sex a deep well of feminine lust, slathered in a glossy sheen of arousal forcefully brought on by all the stimulation she'd had to endure. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a real orgasm, just something to satisfy him and- she rrrft as he hopped up over her back, sliiiiding atop the black dragoness. His motion and proximity shoved her tail up out of the way leaving her juicy spread sex fully exposed to the bare saliva soaked spear beneath his belly. An eager strand of sperm tainted precum dribbled from the tip, eager to get inside this highborn hen. "W-what are you doing?!" A rush shot through her body as he laid his weight comfortable on top of her.

B: The drake chuckled softly and cooed down at the frantic black hen. Her reaction was just what the engineer expected, and the solution to his little problem was simple: speed and force! "What does it look like I'm doing?" His tone dropping the clearest hint of his desire; his tool prepared for the task ahead, already prepositioned! His drooling tip smeared against her bare lips, oozing pre right into the hen's receptive snatch. Even if Dracasis was voicing her resistance against his actions, the red felt her body respond to his advances! The way she squirmed and shuddered from the teasing rubs the flexing walls that squeezed out another waterfall of her nectar. He gave her no chance to respond to his rhetorical question, and pressed on with the intent to leave her the mark of unfaithfulness! His paw held onto her hip while his own slipped forward, the fat tip of the dual toned shaft pressed against the black's delicate flower. The breeder growled softly, huffing; the anticipation making his squirm and twitch. The sensation of hen's tunnel stretching wide, then swallowing his tip drew out a long, deep rumbled, accompanying the thick pulsation of drake fluid into her depth. Balasar took a second to catch his breath, purred and grinning at the classy hen that he's just beginning to defile, making full eye contact past his tinted lenses as he slipped in.

D: This certainly wasn't what she expected when he said he wanted to 'satisfy her' but, considering the cast he belonged to, she probably should have. Without waiting for a word in edge wise, he rolled his hips forward and, with the same ease he'd used to silence her by stuffing his shaft down her throat, he shut her up by wedging that thick pick deep down into her lust swollen sex. The tapered tip wedged inside, prying her pussy open to make room for rest of that fat shaft to follow, wiggling his hips to open her up fully until, with a satisfying shove he felt his hips clap snuggly against her own. The wide eyed hen agasp at feeling the filthy drake drake's cock shoved all the way in. Well, almost, the whole thing bowed slightly as the tip pressed against her inner barrier, that meager wall of flesh the only thing between her and a gut full of the greasy male's chicks. "Nnggahh! This... this isn't what we agreed to..." She puffed, his paws around her hips, holding her in place while he wiggled his body atop hers so he could rub his bare cockflesh all over her insides. It was clear he was thoroughly enjoying the rare satisfaction of having such a snug pristine pussy to knock up. Considering she wasn't fighting to throw him off her, it was likely she didn't even know her belly was ready to take his clutch... "Guuhhh..." She exhaled as he dropped back some, dragging those ridges through her unprotected sex, then slid home inside her again. "Just don't..." She grunted as he repeated the process. "...cum inside me again..." She complained as he took liberties with the comfortably smaller female beneath him.

B: Balasar grinned wide as he began to really enjoy her. "What we agreed to, my dear." The drake mused in his rumble "Was for your company... and right now... I'm enjoying it!" He emphasized his words with a firm thrust into her once more, cock tip spurting into her unprotected womb another wave of hot pre! The harsh start was quickly followed by a rough rhythm, as the drake casually used the hen's rather tight tunnel. Over and over again, those pleasuring ridges grind and sawed, tugging and pushing as they traverse the brood hen's depth. Every journey stained rich with the dual dragon mating cocktail; pre mixed with nectar. It was a runny mess, being forced out of her tight, over stuffed snatch, to run down her thighs thickly. His scent would be hard to get off her now; especially with how deep he was going, burying the virile drake's musky flavor into her deepest crevices. She'd not go home tonight to her mate without some damning evidence of her unfaithfulness and the drake was going to coincidentally ensure it! The devious drake was enjoying the devious, forced dirtiness, expression in dirty satisfaction beaming. The wet noise of mating music to his ear compared to the machinery that droned on. Every note following a hard push in, from tip to base, stuffing the hen wide. The question is how much can she endure before the instinctual heat driven lust takes over her body! And her snatch massaging for a messy load to make her swell!

D: All four of her limbs spread out as he plowed into her, the poor girl's woefully underused vent being brutally fucked. The soupy mixture of male and female juices coated every inch of his fat spire, soaking into those greedy ridges as they pushed and pulled on her nerve packed pussy folds, encouraging the young mother-to-be to as receptive as possible before locking in the results. There was nothing more satisfying to an engineer that making sure his machines were at peek productivity and, judging by the sweet scent of fertility clouding the air like a fine mist, he was making her ovaries sing! Her hind legs slid out to either side, trying to relieve some of the strain but the wicked drake simply took the opportunity to fuck her harder, deeper, reeeeaching into that soft cavern between her thighs, eager to dump his chicks into her helpless womb. Her cum scented breath puffed as he fucked her raw, using the well trained muscles used to tame the wild machines of the undercity to pound fresh unfertilized ova free from her eggmakers for him to fertilize. She had planned to just give him a fake orgasm but, as the married hen had her pussy hammered deep, her cheeks flushed with the realization that a real climax was swiftly approaching!

B: The red drake tensed and flexed as the pleasure climbed steadily. This time however, the drake was paying attention, steadily working both of their bodies towards a nice climax! This time however it'll be different. Stroke after stroke, the drake laid into the hen. It was obvious to the black hen below the crimson drake closed in on a second climax! With the way his frame shuddered as he rammed home, his grip flexing on her hips. "It's time to... finish... our deal!" Balasar gritted and grunted out those words, hips pounding away, driving himself home and taking the last few strokes to his release! What cries of defiance and discontent the high class hen had, they all faded away. The drake drove home hard, pushing his tip past her cervix into her egg rich womb, right on cue his ridges flared out, stretching the overstuffed hen even farther. The black hen could do little more than enjoy the pleasurable feeling as the first rope of sperm laced seed shot out the drake and filled her womb. Before she had time to let the sensation of the first shot fade away, the second one had poured on out! The flood of hot, steamy seed once again erupted from the crimson drake, filling her egg chamber up and more, leaking out back to drip onto the floor. His paw on her hips felt her belly began to swell, being forced to against the tight corset from his inseminating quantity of seed! That satisfied smirk wide with his eyes hidden, the drake finally content with the company that he bargained for!

D: Back and forth in and out, she felt his belly rubbing over her back, tail shoved far out of the way to get as deep inside her as he could get. It was coming, she knew it was, and part of her knew he wasn't going to pull out, why would he... But she didn't try to stop him as he took his golden strokes with her, his thick spire shoving down into her unprotected sex, using the snug little cunt for every inch of delicious pleasure he could get out of it. Which happened to be quite a bit of the amount of cum lunging from his cockflesh right into her juicy little womb was any indication! She'd turned her back, watching him move, his paws beside her, his larger body and wider stance giving him full leverage to fuck a clutch into her cunt and he did so without hesitation. His barely metered motions waited just long enough to make her body shudder, the wet slickness of her cumming vent just icing on the cake, the real benefit was having his flared spines spread her undulating cervix out just enough to wedge his cock into, letting him drain a thick virile load right into that fine, fuckable womb. His seed slapped across her unprotected passage as the big male pissed thick ropes of cum deep in her belly, rolling his hips to make sure his one and only contribution to the clutch he was siring was a good'n. He layered it on thick, whitewashing her womb, making the poor thing grit her teeth from the sensation of her cum bloated belly being restrained by her prissy garments. A thin stream of the stuff drizzled out of her cock-stretched cunny creating a hot, sexually scented puddle on the floor to mingle with the other steamy puddles of lubricants already there.

B: Balasar rumbled deeply as he was quite sated by the rigorous carnal pleasure. He cooed softly and nuzzles the black hen in a bit of fake affection. "Well my dear, it'd seemed it's now my turn to hold up my end of the bargain!" He reminded her of her end of the deal, with a teasing tug, dragging those ridges against her abused walls once more. He drew out nearly painfully slow. Those flared ridges really wanted to keep the breeder drake stuffed deep in the hen! And it was gently, slow, tugging and dragging to pop each one out! Every one of those ridges dragged out a thick backwash of hot seed, making the tightly stuffed hen drooling thickly. Finally as the dark tip slipped free with a wet pop, the pent up, nearly pressurized seed poured out of the hen, growing that thick mess even more. The crimson casually looks over at his handy work. Letting loose a casual "Ooops." His claws came up once more, prying those stretched lips open a bit more, enjoying the view of her deeply rutted and filled tunnel. "My... I really filled you up didn't I?" There was no time to waste at this point, and he had to get the dragoness to the room and back before his shift was over!

D: She grunted and huffed, a shlop of dragon cum falling from her used sex as he popped free, her insides clenching down in embarrassment but not before the stream of pearl-white semen drizzled from between her legs. She felt hot and flushed, panting as her cheating sex tingled with another male's sperm. It wasn't her fault! At least that's what she'd tell herself when her belly began to grow with an unexpected brood. It was a clutch he'd get away scot-free with too, the highborn hen unable to tell anyone of who the real father was. The distasteful male didn't even bother cleaning himself up, he just let his sticky cum-covered cock hang between his legs as he turned toward the gate and unlocked it. Poor Dracasis hardly had time to recover, sore thighs shaky from the experience. His rush to proceed gave her only a moment to try and find her undergarments which were, of course, nowhere to be found. Instead she had to squeeze down the tight passageways with her glossy undertail exposed to the cold air, dripping with the cum dumped into her belly by the cock she'd have to watch bob with egotistical self-satisfaction the entire way she followed him for. He could only imagine how good a catch she'd been, that prolific womb of hers tingling with his sperm, billions of them swimming through every inch of her egg chamber, eager to dig inside the soft defenseless shells of her young to get her as pregnant as possible. He'd get to see that sticky vent still shimmering with his cum one last time as she climbed up the grate into the office above. Politics sucked but, on occasion, they had such satisfying results!