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For a long time, the eastern and western continents had remained closed off and separated from one other, until one day they discovered each other. It was an exciting time for all and travelers from both sides were each visiting the other, to explore the new land and share goods and ideas. Althea was the daughter of a proud family of oriental dragons who had been given permission by her family to travel to the new world and explore to her heart's content. The four-legged female wore a rather traditional dress of her culture, and carried nothing but a small satchel slung across her shoulder to hang at her side. Once her transport arrived she carefully took her first steps in foreign lands, a slight smile on her muzzle as her feathery wings flexed before she set off into the city to begin her explorations.

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Lyson was a businessman, a gentledrake and a scoundrel. His reputation had made things difficult for him over the years, never going so far as to break the law but skirting it like a cheap hooker. Worming his way into and out of deals for so many years had made it difficult to conduct... _business_on his own home turf. That's why he'd come here to the "land of opportunity". There were many new foreign faces he could sell his wares to fresh off the boats from another land. Currently he was scoping out his prospects.

Most of them didn't speak the same language and those that did were usually using a translator, unreliable. He had to find an angle, a way to present. His eyes caught a red beauty wandering slowly, taking in all that was around her with hatchling-like interest. Well now... What could he sell this fine young tail? He adjusted his feral suit and strode confidently over to her, stepping in line beside her.

"Good eve m'lady, can't help but notice you look a little lost." He laid it on for her.

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Althea, though she couldn't understand any of the signs around her, somehow managed to find herself a line to wait in to get herself a guide. However the line was slow as it was fairly busy, so she ended up taking in her surroundings. Her ear flicked as a voice sounded next to her, turning her head to see a well-dressed drake apparently attempting to speak with her. She failed to understand anything he said, so she simply cocked her head and gave him a curious look instead. Suspecting he probably wouldn't know her language either she lifted a paw and pointed to herself, then up ahead to the front of the line. To indicate that she was her to get some sort of guide. Unless, just maybe, this male was one of the guides?

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Was she a mute? He followed her point, then lit up with recognition. "Ahhh, you are one of those foreign bitches am I right?" The words were a test, they came out of his snout as friendly as possible and when she still showed no sign of recognition, he nodded. They understood a nod right? "Well then my dear, today is your lucky day for you have Lyson at your service." He made a deep, exaggerated bow. "If you'd be so kind as to follow me, I'll show you some of the wonders of my city."

The big drake stepped away and stopped, looking back at him, those large dark haunches cloaked in his cheap, deceptively fine clothing. "Come come now, I've not got all day." He made a motion for her to follow and only after she tentatively let herself be led on by him did he continue. "I know all the best spots to hit." He spoke, laying a wing over her and waving out at the cityscape. "And when you're done wasting my time, we can talk about payment." He rumbled.

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Althea kept her gaze on him as he spoke again, her head still tilted and her muzzle still smiling. She watched as he continued talking and bowed to her, dipping her head and returning the bow before he walked away from her. She looked back to see the line hadn't moved, before her head turned again to see him motioning to her. Her brow furrowed in confusion, until it dawned on her that he must be one of the cities guides that she was waiting for. She quietly left the line and walked over to him, letting his wing lay across her back as he gestured out at the city. She nudged him with her head and nodded, smiling as she waited for him to show her the sights and things she could maybe bring back home with her. She wanted to try talking back to him, but she didn't want to say the wrong thing and get herself in trouble.

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Lyson had no intention of getting wrapped up in this foreign affairs, but he had little problem having a foreign affair of course. She didn't look like she was made of money and if he was going to make this profitable, it required the low budget approach. He started off in the market district, introducing her to all the weird shit his city produced. Dresses and jewelry and makeup and stuff. When it was clear she wanted to buy something, next stop was the bank to exchange whatever it was that passed for currency where she came from for real money here in the west.

Lyson was the mediator in all their negotiations of course. He pushed for the best rate and didn't allow the teller to swindle her; that was his job. It was easy enough to pocket some of the exchange without her knowing while still leaving plenty for her flights of fancy. The next few hours were spent wooing the fine little miss, the two of them getting along fine enough. A lunch and a dinner on her dime added to the value of his time spent. Evening started sinking in and he needed to find a place to put her up. Good while it lasted but he had a business to get back to.

With keys to the motel room in paw, he led her on to her room. "Well it was nice meeting you Dorathy, hope your yellow brick road doesn't end with a house on your face." He rumbled, watching her enter the room. "Though I suppose you haven't officially paid me yet have you?" He added with a grin, stepping in behind her.

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Althea's family wasn't particularly made of money, but she'd still brought quite a bit of her savings with her on her voyage. She obediently followed him around the market, her eyes lighting up at the variety of things she'd never seen before in her life. She occasionally paused to pick something up and look it over, making sure to nudge her guide whenever she wanted to get something. He'd done all the talking, as she couldn't have done so on her own even if she wanted to, while she'd simply paid and put her purchases in her satchel.

She spent many hours with him around the city, funding both their lunch and their dinner of unique and wonderful food. Throughout the day she began to smile more and more, feeling like she was getting along very well with him despite the language barrier between them. She enjoyed listening to his voice even though she couldn't understand it, and as night descended she found herself getting a little tired from all the exhaustive exploration.

So she was grateful that he'd found her a place to sleep for the night, following him to the room as he unlocked it for her. His voice sounded behind her as she entered the room, but she simply nodded over her shoulder and went about checking out the room. She heard the door shut and she turned around to see him behind her, a grin on his face which she returned with a sweet smile. She wanted to thank him for all his help, but she wasn't sure of how to go about that. All she could think of was stepping in close to him, smiling and gently giving his neck a friendly nuzzle before taking a step back. Did he have some place to be? Or was he staying to watch her and make sure she'd be alright overnight?

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He wandered around the little room. Quaint, not really his style, but in his price range. The big drake poked his nose into the bathing area. "Yeah, nothing fancy but it'll do." He thrummed softly, swinging around, noticing the bed and wandered over to it. "And this is called a bed." He chuckled softly to himself, then looked at her and patted it invitingly for the lovely red lady. "C'mon missy, I haven't got all night." He chortled.

He let her get comfortable and take her time but once she had explored the cushiony surface, he smiled and gently pet down her neck and back. "Lay down and relax, I'm going to get my payment out of you now." He hummed, encouraging her to lay on her belly and splay out. One paw roaming over her body turned into two, the big drake finding a place to start massaging and moved to begin kneading her hide. The tension slowly ebbed out of her body when she realized what he was doing.

It was slow, purposefully so. He'd spent a day with her, reading her angels and, while difficult with the language barrier and foreign mannerism, he had certainly noticed she was in season. He had no intention of forcing her of course; that just wasn't his style. But, if he could get her to spread her legs for him, he had no problem at all leaving a clutch under her tail. Win win really, he'd get a good lay and she'd get a hell of a 'gift' to take home with her. He grinned, his paw dislodging part of her dress as he caressed her hide.

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Althea continued to poke around the room a little more, before her head swiveled to the sound of a paw against something soft. She found him gesturing her to the bed, and she complied without question as she really did feel like laying down. She climbed up onto the cushiony surface, her paws almost sinking in as she gently kneaded the sheets. She shivered as she felt his paw on her neck, though she did lay out on her belly and got herself rather comfortable.

A soft rumble of content came from her, despite how tense her body still felt from the day's adventure. That is, until his massaging paws worked magic and made her practically melt on the spot. She was glad he took his time, and her mind and body were so relaxed that she offered no resistance when he shifted her dress to access her hide directly. His warm paws felt wonderful, and she even worked her forelegs out to expose her whole back his gentle touch.

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His motions moved downward, intentionally of course, starting near the nose and guided down where his nose wanted his paws to be. The great drake moved around to the foot of the bed and leaned forward, laying partly over her hind quarters- casually of course, he needed to be able to reach her midsection! The angle allowed him to continue hiding his growing erection, the wicked male's slit having parted, the thick pinkness of his prick beginning to tent his feral garments.

"Such a fine young thing. I know next to nothing about you and yet I still want to fuck the shit out of you." He hummed, smiling over her. "Funny how that works huh? Biology." He shrugged, his paws having slid down to her haunches. His tone was entirely disarming of course, not a hair of aggression on his tongue. He took his time, caressing her there, the pretty little thing such delightful putty in his paws.

"Mmmn, mind if I take a peek at that pretty little pussy of yours?" He hummed, unclasping the button around her tail and letting the garment fall aside as it would while gathering up her tail in his paws and arched it up some. He made sure the act and his words weren't tied together and, while his eyes wandered between those lovely haunches, his paws worked up her tail without delay.

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Althea was in heaven as his strong paws worked the tension out of her muscles, hardly even noticing when he began to lean over her slightly. Truthfully, it felt good to have such a warm, comforting presence dwarfing her while he worked on her midsection. Once his paws contacted her haunches she shifted a little, a soft groan escaping her muzzle as he discovered where her muscles, among other things, were tightest.

She heard him speak, but she still understood nothing and instead just laid there accepting his touch. His tone was so soothing that she couldn't help but lift her rear a little, helping him with clasp that kept her dress around her hinds. With that clasp undone her dress fell off her completely, leaving her entire form totally bared to his wandering gaze. She felt her tail get lifted slightly, and on instinct she raised herself to give him better access to massage her aching rear. Why did his touch make her feel so damn good?

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"Atta girl, nothing like watching a bitch in heat lift her tail for a total stranger to get the blood flowing." He rumbled. "You mind if I go ahead and eat you out? I'd love to find out what oriental pussy tastes like. Mmm?" His inflections made it sound like all the other time's he'd asked her a question she didn't understand only this time the answer made a significant distance. Taking her silence as consent, his paws slid back down and he gripped her hind end, thumb claws sliding in beside either side of her wonderful little vent.

He had standards of course, they were just rather low. His snout dipped down and nudged her tail up, getting a sniff of the prime real estate between her legs. His paws continued to massage in a much more... carnal fashion, slowly working her vent open. He had no idea what their sexual customs were. "It occurs to me that I have no idea if you're married or if you already have chicks." His tongue grazed across her bare nether lips, tasting her flower. "But I suppose it doesn't really matter so long as you're cool with becoming a single mother." He rumbled, the forked tip curling in along her folds and easing itself inside, grazing across her hot vent with a carnal eloquence that made her toes curl.

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Althea wasn't sure what he said as she laid in silence, so she just stayed in place and let him keep working in her. Soon though, he found the real source of the real ache her body was feeling, her wings fluttering as he sniffed and nudged her tail out of the way. She briefly turned to look over herself at him, but one touch of his paws massaging her vent and she was back to being putty in his paws.

Back home courtship was a long and arduous process, with a lady such as herself having to wait months or even sometimes years to become intimate with their mate. But this male? He went right for her previously untouched vent, and even if she wanted to refuse him she wasn't sure if she even could. Not with how his forked tongue worked into her, bringing a soft moan from her muzzle as her fluid trickled out for his tasting.

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Ahh, so they did at least moan like his city girls. Good to know- he thought with a smirk. He had fun with her undertail, the fluffed red dragoness seeming to enjoy what he was doing with her. His talons ringed her vent, sliding up and down slowly, gathering a bit of moisture as he touched and stroked her in such deliciously inappropriate ways. All while his tongue was rolling around in her undertail. His tines spread, scraping across her needy walls in practiced motions. He was good with hens, had lots of practice and it was good to know sluts from across the sea were just as easy to get off as the ones across the street.

After several good minutes of letting his tongue wallow in her fertile juices, he withdrew, rubbing the fluid along the roof of his maw. "Mmmn, damn that made me horny." He rumbled out loud, unconcerned with offending her tender young ears. "You mind if I climb up here and put a clutch in your cunt?" He paused a moment as if waiting for her answer before, again, taking her silence as consent.

With that he worked up into the bed with her, casually sliding up beside the fine female and helping guide her to spoon against his belly while he let the beast trapped in his pants loose, the thick mast of glossy cockflesh freshly exposed to her wide eyes for the first time. His paw gripped her tail and eased it up over his hip, pulling that thick appendage up out of the way. "Oh and don't you worry girl, I'll make sure you get to feel the whole thing inside you." He rumbled, giving the back of her neck a fake nuzzle of affection before gripping that swollen pink womb-wrecker with a paw and rubbing it against her raw, unprotected pussy.

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Althea writhed and moaned as he worked her dripping cunt with his skilled tongue, making her feel so good that she completely forget she was in season and letting a stranger under her tail. She whined softly when he withdrew, trying to press back against him to get more of his appendage back into her. She heard him speak again, and though she still couldn't understand the words she believed he was asking if she wanted more. So she vigorously nodded in response and let out a soft rumble as he climbed up next to her, obediently letting him guide her into snuggling against his warm body.

She curled her neck as she heard some noises from down by her exposed rear, gasping softly as she saw the size of the mass of flesh he was about to spear her with. She managed to curl far enough to give his length a few good luck, before she turned back around as he fully lifted her tail. She arched her neck into his affectionate nuzzle, believing it to be real, before shuddering as he began to tease her and rub himself against her wet, swollen pussy. She thought nothing of the lack of protection between her and this stranger who'd bedded her, as the only thing on her mind was feeling more pleasure while she tried to press back and get him inside her needy vent.

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There was nothing quite as sweet as feeling the ring of a woman's flesh slipping over your bare cock to round out a day. And the big drake was big where it counted, that tapered spear prying open her most private of places without a hint of hesitation. He gorged her undertail on several thick pounds of dragon flesh, inch by delicious inch disappearing inside her as his hips rolled forward, climbing inside this unsuspecting hen. Or maybe she knew exactly what she was doing and was eager to have a stranger fuck her pregnant? Hell if he knew. So long as she kept her tail raised, it didn't matter to him.

What did matter was the delightful sensation of bottoming out in her, the horny drake emitting a pleasured exhale over the back of her neck as his tip nudged against her unguarded cervix. His hips rolled a little, wiggling his leaking shaft around inside her, feeling that tight little snatch hugging him like the bitch in heat she was. "Mmmnyisss. That'll do nicely." His paw slid down, rubbing between her legs some, feeling the slight lump of dragon dick just beneath the surface pressed in deep.

A few more twitches of that hefty mass and he eased back, dragging it through her channel once more, letting her feel what it was like to be rutted by an western drake. Her nether lips tugged outward around the tip of his head some before, the drake threatening to dislodge himself completely before simply turning the tables and wedging himself comfortably back inside her warm, fertile fuck hole. "You know whores get paid decent money to do this." He spoke casually with a soft grunt as he started thrusting into her at a comfortable pace. "I'll bet you could make good money with this pussy." He joked, paw toying with her cock-stuffed cunny as he buried himself into it over and over again with complete disregard of the consequences.

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Althea's eyes widened as he finally began to slip inside, her heat and her wetness making it exceptionally easy for him to take this virgin hen in her entirety. Her vent eagerly took in each inch of his thick flesh, until he was finally fully buried in her fertile fields. She moaned perhaps louder than intended, as she pressed back against him while he shifted around inside her. She felt his paw wander between her legs a little, slipping a paw of her own down to feel the slight lump of his buried dick as he did.

She gently gripped his paw as he began to withdraw, whining softly as his tip slipped away from her tight cervix. Her needy cunt clung to his shaft like she didn't want to let him go, and she thought he was about to slip completely right until he shoved himself back in her. Her back arched against him as he began to casually work his thick meat in and out of her fertile hole. She was too into the act to even begin to comprehend what he was saying to her, especially when he began playing with her swollen pussy. The pleasure from both his paw and his thrusting length....she'd never felt better in her entire life, her whole body tingling with sensations as she was bred by this strange male.

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The act could not be described as love, not on his end anyway, the feral male just thinking with his dick and enjoying the thoughts flowed through his pistoning spire as he stuffed it inside her again and again. It was lovely, feeling his cock slip through his talons and into her, that slick little vent his own personal cum sock. The two dragons bounced against one another for several long minutes, each trying to maximize the pleasure in their own way; though who would get the better deal of the two was still up for grabs.

"Hmmmgh... How... many eggs do you think... I'll knock you up with...?" He inquired between grunting thrusts. Lyson paused for a moment to catch his breath, glancing down her flank to see her slick little cock-gorged cunt from a delightful angle. "Mmmn, I promised I'd let you feel what its like to have the whole thing inside you didn't I?" He inquired, more to himself than her as he pet her snout soothingly. "Can't disappoint a lady like that." He spoke, lifting one of her hind legs and wiggling into a position that curled around her a little more, giving him a bit of extra leverage. "'Sides, I can knock a few more eggs loose while I'm at it."

He spoke, giving her a little grunting thrust. The posture put her pussy on full display, both of them able to watch as he dug in. She could feel him prying at her tight inner barrier, the sensation stinging. He took her to the brink of wanting him to stop when, at last, the head of his cock squeeeeezed past her inner barrier. The sensation of having a his greasy feral cock lick the inner lining of her womb as his crotch slapped up against hers was mind numbingly intense! "Oooohfuuuuck." He hissed in immaculate delight, his cock jumping and sending a shot of tainted precum into her otherwise pristine inner sanctum. He had to take several long good seconds just keep from cumming on the spot.

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Endless waves of carnal pleasure. That was what Althea felt coursing through her body as he relentlessly plowed her fertile fuck fields, losing track of time as her paws grabbed handfuls of bedsheets and her maw was left open. Her tongue was hanging out and her head pressed against his neck, while she completely ignored anything he was saying to her. She looked back at him with a pleading desire as he paused and stroked her muzzle, only to nod rapidly as he grabbed and shifted one of her hind legs.

She tensed up and pushed back as he started mashing his tip against her tight cervix, the stinging sensation becoming painful even though she was unable to look away from where he was connected to her. As much as she wanted him, she was about to ask him to stop hurting her until he began to squeeze into the unbelievably tight entrance to her womb. She screamed loudly when he broke into her innermost area, but it was a scream of pleasure as his thick log of dragonflesh rubbed up against the sensitive walls of her uterus.

She felt him pause again, but her body apparently wasn't going to wait for him to pleasure her. Her whole form shuddered as she had a rather small orgasmic feeling, though it was nowhere near as intense as the big finish would be. Thus, she wanted more so she bucked her hips against him, trying to tell him to begin thrusting again as far as he was in now. She wasn't quite finished yet...

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"Hhaaa..." he exhaled, feeling her squeeze around him all eager like. "Don't you worry, I'll put a clutch in your cunt yet." He tugged back, sloooowly plucking his cock from the intense grip of her womb, then, just outside its pleasured embrace, wedged it back inside, opening her up a second, then third time, each one relaxing that muscle, getting it used to the vivid sexual strain he was putting on her reproductive system. Each motion she could feel his hot throbing cockflesh scraping pleasurably across the open walls of her womb, that dangerously vulnerable chamber at the end of her love tunnel being viciously ravaged. "Just going to jostle those egg makers a bit, make sure this clutch is REAL big." He emphasized the word with another firm thrust that made stars dance before her eyes.

She seemed to be agreeable to what he wanted to do to her body so the horny male didn't hold back, the dirty drake fucking the foreign female deep and hard. He made sure his crotch kissed her pussy with each instroke. He took it slow at first, wanting to make sure her womb was packed with his chicks when he was done sowing his seed but he knew he wasn't going to be able to last much longer. "Time to pay your dues girl." He huffed, taking his golden strokes in her.

The sensation was intense. His paws gripped her a little harder than he really intended but one could hardly blame him. The power and aggression of his motions drew up to a crescendo as, at last, the white stream of cum burst from his tip. His cock lurched inside her, a hard splatter of cum surging from his deeply buried tip and pissing a stream of pearly white semen right up at her oviduct. The dirty drake growled low in his throat as he held her down on his dick, pumping his baby batter right in where it could do the most damage.

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Althea nodded her thanks as he did what she wanted, her tight muscle easing open with each pounding thrust of his thick meat. Each touch of his hot length to her womb brought her pleasure closer and closer to the end she desired so much.

One firm thrust made her vision blur for a moment, and she knew she was getting very close. She rapidly nodded and moaned rather loudly as he took her hard and rough, her entire body in fire from the ridiculous amount of pleasure she received. Each wet slap of his slit against her vent was music to her ears, but eventually it all had to come to an end.

Another few minutes and she couldn't take it any longer, crying out as she felt his thick cock jump inside her and directly fill her womb with his hot, fertile seed. Such a warm, filling feeling made her have the finish she desired, almost roaring as her body convulsed on his dick. Her tunnel rippled and squeezed in his buried length, while her sticky fluids tried to squirt out but had nowhere to go. Not with such a large mass of flesh stuffing her freshly fertilized womb. She didn't even consider the consequences as she laid against him, panting hard as she tried to recover from the stars in her vision.

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The spent drake soaked in the orgasmic satisfaction, his rough, hungry thrusts slowing and eventually coming to a halt as the dirty drake finished emptying himself inside her. Only a few causal wiggles to encourage every drop out of him and into her. He could only imagine what it was like for her, what it felt like to have millions of hot sperm wriggling around inside her, each vying for one of the dozen or two eggs he'd knocked her up with.

As the heat of the moment faded into a pleasing afterglow, the spent drake felt himself start to soften. "Mmmn, that was nice. Consider your tab paid in full." He said with a wicked grin, caressing her cum bloated belly, helping stir up that genetic soup and encouraging his swimmers to make sure they fertilized all the yummy little eggs she had in there.

"Whelp..." He said, drawing his cockflesh out from between those fine thighs, likely for the last time. "It was nice to meet you-" a shlop of cum followed as his pink prick dislodged itself from her sore sex. "-and even nicer to breed you." He took a few moments to clean himself up and make himself presentable once more. Hard to hide the scent of sex but he'd deal with that till he got home. "Have fun with the chicks when that house hits you Dorathy." he gave her one last deep bow, then slipped out of the door and out of her life leaving only a memory and a clutch dripping from her cunt.