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The black dragoness sat as the chime of the doorbell echoed throughout the house before her. The home was well off, not the normal sort of place Nachtschwinge delivered pizzas to but maybe that meant there'd be a generous tip involved! It wasn't required of course but who didn't like a big pay off after flapping around the city all day? Setting the carrying case down, the feral female perked up as she saw the shadow of her patron on the frosted glass.

A quick stroke of her wings straightened the white and green uniform she wore out, company logo stretched across her chest. Fins flexed and amber eyes perked, surprised to find a large cerulean male opening the door, another dragon, only unclothed. It wasn't anything uncouth or the like, ferals did that sometimes. But it was rare for her to be greeted by another of her kind, let alone one so... freescaled. She couldn't help looking him over; after all, all of him was there for her to look at including the grey striped diamond pattern that swept all across his hide.

Thankfully the unexpected introduction was tempered by the stare of his yellow eyes, causing her to recover quickly. Back to work!

"Hi there! Pizza delivery?" Her voice was light as she reached down and plucked the taped receipt off the heat bag. "Foooor... a Mr. Sargon...?" Her snout lifted to catch him tilting to the side slightly, taking a look at her too. Only fair she supposed.

He nodded with a gruff.

"Excellent. One Supreme pizza with garlic knots?" She relayed the order while digging the two boxes out of the carrying case. He nodded again. "Alright, that's twenty four ninety seven." She added cheerfully, laying the receipt on the top box and pinning it beneath a signing quill. Place like this, he probably didn't need it but the courtesy was extended all the same.

Lifting the package up, her thumb claws held the carrying strap out so he could grab it, the larger drake's eyes leaving her and toward the package before leaning out and grasping the strap with his jaws. Turning about, he didn't close the door as he walked across the hall to a nearby table and sat his haunches down. The view of his hind quarters was in full frame but she did her best not to stare, instead taking the opportunity to fold up the now empty heat pack as she waited for him to sign and return.

It took only a moment for him to do so, offering the receipt and the quill back. Politely, the smaller dragoness glanced just briefly over the page to make sure it was filled, not really reading the tip amount and folded it up. Satisfied, she nodded up at him.

"Much appreciated." The grey-bellied dragoness burbled with a bob of her head.

"You know-" His voice caught her attention, ears flexing in his direction. "-if you're interested in earning a little extra cash, I could use your help real quick." He spoke with a casual tone.

It wasn't unheard of to help someone put away a few groceries or move a bit of furniture; not something the company required but employees were encouraged to use their own discretion in such engagements.

"Oh, uhm, sure... what can I help with?" She had some time what with it being the last delivery this round.

"You're an attractive hen and I haven't had a good lay in a while. You interested in lifting your tail real quick?"

She might have scoffed at him as some sort of raunchy lecherous troll just saying it to get a rise out of her but something about the way he said it with such a no-nonsense straight demeanor caught her off guard, as if this was something he did all the time. Besides, this wasn't some trashy barred-window apartment complex; honestly she could see him actually propositioning random females for sex like this regularly.

Well she wasn't going to be his tail raiser today!

"I'm sorry sir, that's not the kind of service we provide." She replied as flatly as her adrenaline kicked heartbeat would allow.

He just shrugged.

"Mm, shame. A condom from the back and ten- fifteen minutes could net you a good two fifty."

"Two fifty...?" Did he really expect anyone to sell their body for a couple bucks?

"Yeah. I've got about two hundred and fifty in cash. Maybe it's two sixty. Wouldn't ask for change." He chortled with a devilishly seductive grin.

Oh... She huffed, fidgeting slightly. That was... more along the lines of what she would have expected the price tag to be. That was, like, two weeks of tips for a quick romp or like getting paid a thousand dollars an hour! Fuck, he was so casual about it too. If he was pressuring her into it in any way she'd totally turn him down but he didn't seem to care if she did or didn't accept. He'd probably just ask the next girl and then she'd get the money.

"Maybe next time then." He rumbled, shifting back onto all fours to close the door. The young dragoness hopped up as the fear of missed opportunity was literally closing the door on her.

"Actually!" She announced, catching his attention. "Um..." She paused, trying to figure out how to accept the offer. "I do have a couple minutes..." The dressed dragoness puffed, feeling butterflies in her belly.

"Ah! Excellent then, come right in." His purring voice spoke volumes of his delight as he let the door go and stepped to the side, extending a wing to direct the shy dragoness into his domain.

It was a weird feeling. She'd stepped into other people's homes before, especially when it was raining but it had always been a brief interlude or a courtesy. This time, however, was business... sort of. The place was sparsely decorated but what decorations did adorn the area were lavish and well taken care of. He was either a neat freak or had a maid service of some sort keeping all the nooks and crannies dust free.

She was close at least.

"Living room is to the left. Why don't you take your uniform off while I get dressed." He rumbled, his voice bouncing up the hall he'd disappeared down.

Nachtschwinge suspected the nervousness was to be expected as she took a breath to calm herself. Flexed wing claws unhooked the backing, the clips undone and, with an unexpected shiver, she wiggled free of the clothing. She could get in soooo much trouble if anyone found out what she was doing. But she just had to remind herself of the tip that would follow. Plus, being in cash she wouldn't have to report it, she'd get a hundred percent of it. After all, she was doing all the work!

She stepped out of the overcoat leaving just the flexible lingerie stockings snuggly cupping her four legs and the crotchless panties cradling her undertail. A shiver ran through her frame- not one of cold but rather from a dirty little whisper of want that nipped the back of her mind. She shushed it, willing herself not to enjoy the idea of being fucked by a stranger.

"As hot as I anticipated." The sound of the blue male's voice behind her caught her by surprise, ears flexing and folding as her wing came down to protect herself from his wanting view.

The black dragoness' amber eyes were unavoidably drawn between his hinds where a pair of twin spires lounged at the ready, the twin hemipenes a dark charcoal grey with one sporting a more ashen sheen, contained in the promised rubber sheath. A deep intake exhaled from her nostrils in a puff. It was the first time she'd really taken in his size too; he was a fairly large drake with at least a head's height on her. Nothing unmanageable, just more details she hadn't bothered to account for.

"That's lovely. Shall we get started?" He continued while making short work of the distance between them.

"Ah... I guess..." It had gotten quite real real quick.

"You can lay over the nestpillow if you want." The great drake offered, nudging his snout toward the oversized fluffy cream-colored lounging implement.

Moving required exposing herself to his interested eyes but she supposed that was the least of her problems at this point. At least the pillow was comfortable. It was big enough that she could curl up on top of it if she wanted. It felt tough enough to withstand claw scratches and conformed to the shape of her body like a beanbag but with smaller pebbles that didn't rustle when she moved. Her tentative reserved posture was quickly overturned as the big drake placed his paws on her haunches and gave her a light (for a dragon) push, rolling the whole thing and the dragoness atop it forward until her chest was down and tail end propped up on the tips of her toes.

Her squeak of disapproval was somewhat twisted by the feeling of his claws massaging her rump, not quite touching her lady parts but close enough and in such away that it was clearly intended to flex her purple nether flesh. His chortle made her ears fold.

"Apologies but with only fifteen minutes to spare, I'd rather not waste it on pleasantries." His rumbling voice made her toes tingle.

"Fourteen minutes." She huffed a correction, her cheeks rosy. The blue drake's grin grew toothy.

"Point taken. Lift your tail." He rumbled, speaking in no-nonsense terms.

It would be a lie to say there wasn't a part of her that just wanted to roll over and walk out just to spite him, but it was a small part. Other parts wanted the money and others still she wasn't going to think about right now. The thick hind appendage hesitated for only a moment before it flexed out of the way, arching up and to the side to more completely expose her luxurious undertail. The black fabric of her crotchless lingerie framed her rich vent gloriously.

This wasn't why she wore them of course; they just felt good to wear and made her feel good privately, plus they were much more convenient! Though, she supposed, that convenience was just extending to this situation- the young dragoness thought with a blushing huff. The sensation of his breath tickling her supple folds made her frills shiver slightly. Her purple flesh glittered with a light gloss. Apparently getting undressed in a stranger's home was enough to rouse her body's interest it seemed.

But that was all the foreplay she received as the feral beast shifted forward, mounting the displaying dragoness. She supposed she shouldn't be all that surprised; males were always in it for just one thing. Maybe she' get something out of it- well, she'd get the money at least. Her belly tightened as she felt his bulk rise up into position behind her, one hind leg at a time stepping up into place behind each of her own, pushing her tail further up out of the way as she felt his arousal press against her belly plates...!

She was a very pretty thing, rare to have such a morsel delivered to his doorstep. He usually liked his hen's naked but she had an appealing aura about her in those snug fitting undergarments. The fabric even framed the royal purple flesh between her hinds to keep the best part of her anatomy unobstructed. Perhaps he'd have to finds something for his slave harem to wear on occasion. That was a thought for another time though; for now he had this fresh tail to enjoy with only a limited amount of time to indulge. Rather than wasting any more of it on her, he simply moved into position, mounting the fine dragoness.

There was a reason he'd chosen this color for the nesting pillow.

With her tail fully out of the way, he reached beneath his belly, gripped his hemipene and casually wedged it between those plump pussy lips. The girth bowed slightly under the pressure of the initial intrusion but swiftly overcame her resistance and slipped inside. The rest of his smooth girth slid inside with relative ease as the inches were wedged fully between those delightful haunches. He didn't stop until the entire thing was stuffed comfortably under her tail, pushing his shaft all the way in with a little pressure against her crotch, leaving its twin to dangle beneith her belly.

He gave the blushing dragoness a few deep, experimental thrusts, bouncing his crotch off hers a few times to enjoy the surge of indulgent pleasure that tingled through his limbs. Tilting his head to the side slightly, the devious dragon looked down on the black dragoness who obstinately stared forward out of sheer embarrassment of the whole situation she'd gotten herself in. With no complaint from her lips, he just drew his hemipene back a bit more than half way, the uncovered mast all slobbery with her heated nectar and just stuffed it back inside.

If she didn't complain about him going in bare, he certainly had no qualms about having a little casual unprotected sex with a hen in heat.

Oh. Yes, she was definitely in heat. The scent of it surrounded her like an obscene perfume; but that's what had piqued his interest in her in the first place. The reek of her fertility had overshadowed even a box of freshly cooked pizza to the point it had taken effort not to show his_interest_ in her too soon. Sargon had no issue giving this lovely little delivery girl an extra special delivery to take home with her. She'd get her tip for raising her tail but the real payoff was currently pounding away under it.

After finding her... receptive to his interests, the big male huffed and changed tactics slightly. He had a bit of time to have some fun with her and, if he was going to leave a brood in her belly, might as well get his money's worth out of that trembling little channel of hers.

Keeping steady on three limbs, the fourth shifted back, scooping up one of the big girl's hind legs and pulled it up off to the side, stepping in to take up the extra room he now had. He didn't pay her little squeak much mind as he just resumed shoving the full girth of his naked mast down into her fertile belly. Ahh, that was better- the blue dragon rumbled, massage his bare cockflesh across the gripping folds of her vulnerable passage at a much more pleasurable angle. It had the benefit of twisting her over slightly to stand on one hind leg, giving his breeding spear a straight shot down at the ripe eggs of her womb.

He didn't even need to knock her up either, he already had an excuse at the ready if the delivery hen managed to catch him in the act and would have just swapped to its condom-covered twin. But he couldn't say the idea of cumming inside and potentially getting her pregnant for just a couple bucks didn't appeal to him. A lot.

Potentially... He chortled to himself.

A soft grunt puffed from his nostrils as a glob of precum oozed from his hard-working shaft, soon smeared and spread across her naked sex a thrust or two later. She was a decent lay- he thought, slowing near to a stop to give his arousal a moment to cool off. At least as much as it could stuffed inside the warm pre-heated little oven that was her vent. Her puffs and grunts were cute. His slave harem sacrificed their pleasure to maximize as they should, his so seeing this stranger try to get off on him was almost amusing. Her pleasure wasn't of his concern of course, he'd bought this vent and would use it to its fullest value. But he didn't mind her reaching her peek too.

After all, a cumming hen was more likely to get pregnant.

He had time for one more position as he dropped her hind leg and rolled her all the way down onto her chest, the plush pillow deforming to his desires as he got her into a position he found most comfortable. He'd been fucking her for a good twelve minutes or so and he was nothing if not good on his word. With one paw, he pushed her chest to the ground, pinning at the small of her back just below the neck with his weight while stepping in between those delightful child-bearing haunches. The other forepaw cupped in against her thigh, those spread legs dangling uselessly in the air leaving her almost completely at his mercy.

Drawing back until her tugged nether lips cradled just the tip of his uncovered hemipene, the blue drake drove it all the way back in with a force that nearly knocked the breath from her. He wasn't a gentle lover, taking his golden strokes in firm, rough thrusts that made the poor dragoness beneath him wobble helplessly on the nestpillow. Luckily for her, he'd accounted for it, his pinning paw keeping her from being shoved too far forward while his grasping paw dragged her right back into his crotch so he could do it again.

And again.

Hot smoke wafted from his nostrils as the wicked male bottomed out in the unsuspecting dragoness with each thrust, its covered twin brushing against her belly like a measuring stick of the debauchery going on just beneath the surface. That knot of pressure in his crotch twisted into a vicious plug, held back only as long as he felt it was enjoyable to do. When those internal balls would take no more delay, they clenched, sending a shuddering spike of pleasure up his spine to his skull and up his spire into her belly like a fork of lightening.

It was hard to tell if the contractions his pleasure fogged mind felt were his alone or hers too. Either way, he kept up the hard, devious fucking through the whole orgasm. Even past the point that it was pleasurable or him to do so, he gave her a few more jarring strokes to hide the fact that he was cumming inside her with those deep, brutalizing thrusts. His jaw ached slightly from clenching so hard during the climax but the minor discomfort was well worth the heady afterglow of feeling himself empty a full load into the condom of her womb.

Rrft... if that didn't get her pregnant, he'd eat his favorite slave.

He could have enjoyed another minute or so coming down off his high inside her, but rather than give her the opportunity to realize what he'd done, the wicked drake stepped off of the used hen, letting his still-stiff cock slip free of her clenching pussy with a delightful little slurp. A quick check of her yawning royal folds confirmed no obvious indication of the pearly white semen he'd left in her belly so he turned and walked away, leaving the shaky legged dragoness to collect herself.

Reaching beneath his belly on the way, the spent drake casually peeled the unused condom off his other hemipene and tossed it in a nearby bin, effectively hiding that bit of evidence as well. Cash counted out to exactly two hundred and fifty, he returned to find her falling off the side of the pillow. With her tail still raised like that, it was a delightful view of the vent he'd just bred. It was amusing to think of the millions of wriggling little tails tickling her insides right now.

But he had things to do.

"Two hundred fifty, as promised." The great drake rumbled, holding the funds out as she stepped back into her uniform.

She only got two hooks connected before reaching over to collect her reward. This amount she did verify before giving a sheepish smile and nod.

"Ah, thanks. It was... a pleasure?" She smiled warmly at the joke. He smiled flatly back.

"Indeed. Would you mind?" He nudges his snout toward the door in suggestion. "Pizza is getting cold." With his load significantly lightened, its clear to see the shift in priority.

"Ah, oh, yes." She huffs, ducking, ears folded as she makes her way toward the door, then stops, returns to retrieve the heat bag under his constant stare and skitters out the front door.

If she'd been more observant, she might have noticed the generous sheen covering his slowly softening shaft or the rather rich scent of_male_ that was present from having his seminal fluid friction warmed between her legs. But she did not, too quick to just take off and resume her normal life. If only she knew...

The great drake followed behind, watching the half-dressed dragoness shake out the rest of the endorphins and hop into the air, taking flight, completely unaware of the millions of tiny little dragon sperm currently sniffing around under that lovely little tail of hers. Considering how deeply he shot inside her, there was a good chance his sperm would be working into the first of her eggs by the time she landed. The rest will be found out and impregnated by tomorrow with his DNA penetrating deep into her helpless chicks, putting a new clutch of blue drakes in another lovely dragoness. He couldn't help but wonder if she'd even think to suspect him by the time she realized she was eggheavy.

No matter. He's a dragon of his word. After all; he said he had a condom, not that he'd use it.