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Dragon Maids: Dragon Rewards

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The late summer morning sun shines through the windows, the smell of cooked breakfast wafts through the large estate. Kirshina, a large seven-foot-tall anthropomorphic blue with purple striped winged dragon stands in front of the stove busily cooking a second round of breakfast. She lets out a large razor tooth mouth filled yawn, “Just one more week. You can do this,” she mutters shaking herself awake, focusing on the meal preparation before her. Dressed in a black and white French maid outfit, the dragon’s wings are folded nicely behind her, her entire attire is clean, well pressed and very presentable despite no one but her being in the kitchen. That is until…

D’narl pops in with pep in her step, ear fins wiggling, wings fluttering ever so slightly, the shorter, but also well-endowed orange anthropomorphic dragon, dressed in an elegant black and white French maid outfit, her white gloves spotless like the rest of her, “Excellent work Kirshina. Master Makoto loved the meal you prepared.”

Kirshina smiles, nodding, keeping focus on her current duties, “Thank you, Miss. I’ve learned a lot in these past three months. I can’t believe how quick the summer has flown by.”

“It has been wonderful, hasn’t it? But we can’t be lax on our duties just because your temporary job here is coming to an end. You started strong and you must end strong.”

Kirshina who is about a foot in height over the head maid gives a gentle nod, “Yes Miss.”

D’narl smiles, “Good to hear. After we have breakfast, I want you to clean the windows, dust the vases and vacuum the rugs. After that, you will go into town and gather some supplies and groceries. Though Master has departed for his schooling today, you never know what may happen and we must be ready,” she says with a hint of suppressed sadness in her voice.

“Yes Miss, it will be done.”

“After that you will put away the supplies, and you’ll have the rest of the afternoon off.”

Kirshina gives D’narl a curious look, “Time off?”

“With Master gone things will slow down a bit. And you’ve done such a good job, a little extra free time is well earned.”

“What about you Miss? It’s not my place to say, but you deserve some time to relax.”

D’narl smiles, “Don’t worry about me. Focus on your duties.”

“Yes Miss,” Kirshina replies, thinking, “Don’t worry hun, I have just the thing planned for us to help you decompress from work.”

At breakfast with pancakes, sausage and freshly squeezed OJ, D’narl and Kirshina sit across from each other on a relatively small round table. D’narl gives the food a taste, gently dunking some of the freshly made buttermilk steamy pancakes into some syrup, twirling it around so not a drop is wasted nor would fall upon her clean uniform. Kirshina watches with anticipation.

D’narl savors the food, wings fluttering a little, “Very good. Just like how Master described. You have improved a lot.”

Kirshina smiles, “Well that’s because I’ve had such a good teacher. There is so much to cooking that I never realized, but it's a bit like chemistry, just you can safely eat the results when you are done, if you did it correctly.”

“You’ve picked your classes already?”

“Over a month ago. It’s going to be a busy semester.”

“I didn’t realize…”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t picked yet.”

D’narl straightens herself up, regaining her head maid persona, “Of course. I merely wanted to make sure you have. I wouldn’t want you to be thinking about what classes to pick when you should be focused on your duties.”

Kirshina smirks, “Of course,” she says, going through the elegant silverware to eat, the level of table etiquette for more than it needs to be. Once done D’narl takes up the duties of doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen while Kirshina moves to do her windows duties. Tall glass windows require a ladder to get to the very top of some of the windows. Kirshina works with a level of certainty and experience that is a far cry to how she was just a few months ago. Memories of D’narl getting on her for mistakes, pushing her to perfect her trade that she may never use outside of this simple summer job, but deep down she loved it. Sharing something with D’narl even as simple as work was something else. Never once did D’narl let her feelings get in the way of her work. Though Kirshina was much the opposite, letting her desire to please her lover push her to do better, far above and beyond than she would have done otherwise. She knew she didn’t have to impress her, but that wasn’t the point. She wanted to impress her.

Carefully she worked to keep her maid outfit clean from the soap and water, from the dust that was gathered on the dozens of vases that were by the windows, vacuuming what was left behind, with clean perfect straight lines left in the rugs to show a level of care and attention to detail that D’narl would expect nothing less from the maids under her care. But it did not escape on Kirshina that D’narl was less active than she normally was. Master Makato, her brother and her are very close, and when he leaves, she could feel that D’narl felt a little piece of her left with him.

Kirshina left with a list in her hand, still dressed in her French maid outfit, white gloves, the full shebang. Despite the looks some people would give her, she always carried herself proudly like any dragon would. She was never self-conscious of what others thought of her, or how she dressed, but deep down, when she saw the eyes on her well-pressed black and white fluffy uniform, she has grown to like it. And the close times she spent with D’narl in them, is what gave her idea of trying something that she knows D’narl and herself would love.

Taking a little detour, she pulls into a small outlet store named Latex and Things. Inside the smell of latex and leather is overwhelming and she walks in a French maid outfit is the least peculiar thing there. The middle-aged human cashier smiled and waved at her, “Kirshina, you’re here. Picking up your package?” he asks.

Kirshina smirks, “Who said anything about a package? The dragon towering over him.”

“Please, I can put two and two together.”

She chuckles, “I did get a text yesterday that it's ready. But I couldn’t get away till now to pick it up. So, who do I need to talk to?”

“I can get it, just give me a moment,” he says, heading off into the back returning a few moments later with a brown cardboard package, “Sign here, here and here, and you’re good to go.”

“So many places to sign for one little package.”

“Two custom outfits for dragons aren’t little.”

Kirshina smirks, leaning in close, “Did you just call me fat?”

“Please, dragons are never fat unless they intend to be, and I know you don’t intend to be.”

“Confusing way to put it but I’ll accept it,” she replies, grabbing the package.

“You know if you are looking for others with like tastes may I recommend a local BDSM group.”

Kirshina’s wings twitch, “Hmm, tempting thought, though I already found the one I can share interests with,” Kirshina replies.

“Never hurts to know others. There is more to it than you might think.”

“I’ll think about it,” she replies, suppressing the desire to browse around in order to get back to her shopping errands which went relatively uneventful. When she returned back to the state, she put the groceries and supplies away, having done it many times before she got it done in record time, keeping her package hidden the entire time incase D’narl popped in to check in on her.

Kirshina flickered her wings, looking around, “Normally she checks up on me. She must really be missing him and playing games in her room. I’m sure she’ll like what I got us,” she thinks heading over to her room, hearing a long out drawn out growl.

“Come on really? Not once have I been the monster but either I get eaten first or sus’ed out. I swear all of you are picking on me!” she let out a huff, wearing a hands-free wireless headset.

“Yup, playing her games,” she thinks, knocking on the door.

D’narl jumps at the unexpected noise, “Kirshina?” she calls out.

“Yes, it's me Miss, I finished everything, and I have something I wanted to show you.”

D’narl’s wings unfurl slightly, tail swish behind her, running across her soft bed sheets, a large flat screen television across from her hanging on the wall showing the game she is playing with a half a dozen friends. She opens the door, revealing Kirshina there holding a package under her arm.

“But first, are we off the clock Miss?” Kirshina asks with a toothy grin.

D’narl curiously looks at the package back at her, she shifts slightly feeling a twinge of possible excitement within her loins, knowing what her lover means when she asks that question, “Yes we are both officially off duty right now.”

“Perfect,” Kirshina says, her soft tone shifting towards one that is more domineering yet still loving.

Kirshina steps inside, D’narl closing the door behind her, her heart beginning to race a little, wondering what Kirshina could be up to this time, “What have you been up to?”

Kirshina places the package nicely on the side of her bed, removing one of her white gloves, cutting the tape with her delicately sharpened claws, “Something to expand our personal delights with one another,” she explains, opening the package, which crinkles.

“You didn’t have to do anything hun, and you shouldn’t cut packages like that, it's bad for your claws.”

“I’ll do what I want and trust me, you will love what I got us,” Kirshina replies, a hint of excitement in her voice, her male draconic slit beginning to bulge, her female sex growing warm, the lustful aroma slowly beginning to fill the room.

D’narl looks over to her current game in progress, still plenty of time till the next session. She walks curiously over to Kirshina, who pulls out a smaller box from within the original package, handing it over to her. D’narl’s ear fins spread slightly, feeling the few pound weight of the package, “What is it?”

“Open and it will become clear.”

D’narl opens the package, revealing a sleek and shiny rubber outfit of black and white. She swallows a lump in her throat, wings spreading slightly, “You got me a latex outfit?”

Kirshina smiles, “Not just any kind,” she replies with a soft domineering growl, opening her like package, taking her time to let D’narl be a few steps ahead of her.

D’narl curiously pulls out the rubber outfit, a pair of white gloves roll out. Steadily the realization dawns upon her, her heart speeding up, a surge of embarrassment and uncertainty fills her, a full French maid outfit, perfectly crafted to mimic her uniform, but made of well-polished glistening latex. Her wings spread out slightly, the wrinkles in the rubber naturally smoothing most of itself out. “How did you get my size and measurements? This couldn’t have been easy.”

“You remember two months ago when one of your outfits went missing for a week at the dry cleaners?”

D’narl shot her a little glare, “You didn’t…”

“I did but try it on. It should fit you like a glove.”

“What right now?”

“Of course, right now.”

“But my game…” she looks over to it seeing the current game getting close to the end.

“What about it?”

“A lot of my friends are playing, and it's been some time since we’ve all been on. And it's surprisingly fun though I almost always seem to be the first to die or kicked out for being sus.”

“Sus?” Kirshina asks tilting her head to the side, her back frills rising ever so slightly.

“Short for suspicious.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to not play with your friends. But D’narl sweety?” Kirshina says getting closer, running her claws along D’narl’s side, feeling the soft fabric against her claws.

D’narl’s wings flutter slightly, looking up into Kirshina’s domineering eyes, “Y-yes?” she softly says.

“Undress and put this on. Don’t worry you will still get to play with your friends, and me,” she playfully growls.

D’narl feels a shiver of delight run down her spine, tail flicking behind her, “O-okay,” she says, stripping down revealing her lovely bust, her length at half mast, female sex hot, growing more bothered, revealing just how much she’s been enjoying herself. Her attention occasionally looking over to the game in progress, the voices of her friends coming from the headphones as another exclaims how they were just killed, and another round of who is to be voted off the ship is to begin.

Kirshina does the same, gingerly placing her maid outfit off to the side, taking expert care and love to her uniform to the same degree that D’narl has done with hers. Her blue and purple scales showing her female form, her breasts jiggle slightly, her bust a little smaller than D’narl despite her larger size. Though now her balls have shifted to being external her ebony foot long length twitching in the air, glistening with internal juices. Her female sex hidden by her sac just as hot and wet, her arousal at full throttle and D’narl’s is quickly accelerating to match.

The scent of rubber mixed with the aroma of their lust for each other, soft squeaks, and stretching of rubber fill the room, a voice speaks up over her headphones, “Hey, what is that noise?”

D’narl stiffens, scrambling to her headset she placed off to the side while she was putting on the maid attire. A noticeable bulge and lift in the rubber dress showing her full-blown arousal, “W-what was what?” she asks with a soft pant.

“I thought I heard a strange noise.”

“Yeah I heard it too,” says another.

“I didn’t hear anything,” says a third.”

“Yeah you didn’t hear the monster get you either,” chuckles another one of them.

“I-I’m not sure what it was. Could be the connection. I did put my headphones down for a bit. To rest my ear fins. Could have been the bed,” D’narl explains, the others accepted the explanation. D’narl becomes visibly relaxed, muting herself to sigh in relief, “That was close.”

“It’s so cute when you hide what a lust demon you are,” Kirshina says with a smirk, reaching up to feel D’narl’s bust with her claws, the rubber squeaking against their scales.

D’narl lets out a soft passionate moan, her nipples perked, cock twitching, sex winking, she sits on the bed, wings fluttering, “I-I’m not a lust demon,” she replies, the game ending, a new session beginning.

“Sure,” Kirshina says with a hint of sarcasm.

“D’narl are you playing another?”

Kirshina nods to her, mouthing the words, “Do it.” Her claws reach up to gently caress D’narl’s side, the rubber squeaking softly.

“D’narl?”

D’narl shivers, moaning softly a noticeable tent in her rubber French maid dress, the smooth rubber teasing her length, which Kirshina gently grabs and gives a firm yet loving stroke through the rubber.

D’narl lets a soft moan, “Give me a moment to respond.”

Kirshina pulls her claws away kneeling before her, “Sure thing.”

D’narl sighs in relief, “Yeah I can do another. Perhaps this time I won’t die in the first minute of the game,” she lets out a huff, eyeing Kirshina bring her head under the dress, her hot breath blowing across her sensitive flesh.

“That depends if you are sus or not,” says one of the players.

“I’m never sus!” D’narl exclaims, louder than she intends when Kirshina spreads her legs, gently massaging her thigh scales, tongue slipping out to lap across her scaled nuts, tongue slithering underneath them to give a soft tender lick across her sensitive folds.”

“Such a strong conviction, that is definitely sus,” says another friend of hers.

D’narl bites her lower lip, tensing, looking down at Kirshina, whose tail is happily swaying behind her, mouth now wrapping around her balls which churn with needy draconic seed, the tongue pushing further into her folds, lapping at her folds, enjoying the sweet hot honey that she’s producing.

D’narl’s wings spread, her clothes squeak, her cock twitches, her breathing deep and heavy, claws tensing, the game beginning, moments later she discovers that she is the hidden monster, now having to get the crew killed without being discovered.

“D’narl are you okay?” asks one friend.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just nervous if I am to die again.”

“So sus for her to say that,” says another.

“But it's true, she is the first out almost every time,” says a different friend.

“Yeah, give me a break,” D’narl says, quickly muting herself to block the deep lustful moan that escapes her lips, Kirshina deeply suckling her balls, tongue moving up and around them, coiling at the base of her length. Kirshina’s length twitches and dribbles pre-cum, her sex winking eager to be filled, her dual natural driving her wild much like D’narl is feeling her own, pushing her to a lovely lustful height.

“R-really during the game?” D’narl asks. Kirshina pops her head out from over the maid outfit, her tongue licking across the latex, squeezing her length through the rubber, “Why of course, it's the most fun when there is a bit of risk involved,” like you and getting your teammates killed,” she says with a wink, claws moving under the outfit, gently caressing her balls, Kirshina’s mouth wrapping around D’narl’s length through the maid outfit, giving her a muffled latex covered blow job.

D’narl moans, bucking her hips, just as she manages to isolate and remove one of the teammates. Her avatar rushing to another part of the station before the murder is detected. The round of voting beginning to figure out who is suspected to be the monster. Kirshina goes all the way down on the rubber maid outfit, pushing it up into her mouth, suckling her length through it, providing a slight relief of pleasure, feeling the rubber grind against her cock.

D’narl gasps, “What was that D’narl?” asks one of the players.

“I-I think the green one was the one.”

“What me? No! Obviously, it was you!”

“Come on, you suspected D’narl the last three times. I bet you are trying to play that up. Very sus indeed,” says another player, Kirshina pulling away from D’narl’s length, giving her folds one last tender tease, before she climbs onto the bed.

D’narl sighs in relief, she not being selected to be removed from the ship, the game growing more exciting, the fear of being caught by her friend sin more than one way adding to the lust she feels, while Kirshina reaches around to give her breasts a firm tender loving fondle.

“It looks like you passed the first round with flying colors,” Kirshina says with a domineering smile, looking at the game, her length grinding against D’narl’s tail base, the cock twitching against her, sending shivers through D’narl, memories of the other times she’s felt her lover in her, making her grow even hotter.

“Y-you aren’t making this easy.”

“Love is never easy, and it's the challenge that makes it all worth it,” Kirshina replies, giving a long tender nuzzle lick across D’narl’s face, pressing her own breasts against D’narl’s back, against pushing her wings up against her.

D’narl blushes, feeling the warmth of her lover press tighter against her, wings squished against her body, her tail running along between Kirshina’s tail feeling a warm drip of Kirshina’s sex hit her tail, causing her to softly moan.

“Hey, what was that?” one of D’narl’s friends ask.

D’narl freezes, up, Kirshina takes this moment to give her butt a firm teasing grope, lifting her up onto her knees, allowing her to slip in under her with a squeak, “W-what was what?” she asks.

“D’narl is acting very sus.”

“Very sus indeed,” says another.

“You always say I act sus!” D’narl exclaims, Kirshina pulling back the rubber dress revealing her throbbing ebony cock, having a clear shot of the dragoness’s hot winking sex.

Kirshina caresses D’narl’s hips, the next stage of the game beginning, while slowly, steadily Kirshina lowers D’narl down onto her length. D’narl shivers, a soft moan escaping her lips, legs shaking, toes curling, arching her back just as the tip of Kirshina’s cock presses into her warm wet lips. D’narl’s warm honey runs down Kirshina’s length. A soft domineering growl escapes Kirshina’s mouth her claws squeezing and massaging D’narl’s legs and butt with a soft squeak from the maid outfit grows ever louder just as Kirshina thrusts up, hilting into Kirshina who tightly squeezes down onto the cock, just as she manages to get her next victim.

“Awe man! I can’t believe it!” yells the victim.

“You know the rules you can’t tell anyone!” says another player.

“You know that sounds like a sus person right then and there,” says a different player.

“D’narl where are you at?”

“I’m coming!” she exclaims, feeling Kirshina’s claws move under her rubber maid outfit, gently caressing her sensitive throbbing flesh, the claw tips tickling and fondling her balls as they churn her draconic seed.

“You sound a bit excited D’narl,” says one of the survivors in the game.

“I-I never get to play this long. It’s exciting,” she replies with a pant, looking over to Kirshina who gives a playful smirk, licking D’narl’s ear fin in response, whispering into her ear.

“You are doing great. Keep it up.”

D’narl grunts, “Easier said than done,” she replies, unmuting herself once again.

“Who do you think is the one.”

“The red one,” D’narl says.

“What me? No! It has to be you!” he retorts.

“I think the red one too. He was very sus there.”

“Yes, super sus,” says the other, the red one getting booted off, the players being told that they were not the monster in their midst.

“Awe man, I really was sure that was the one!” exclaims one player.

“This is much harder when you don’t die in the first two minutes,” D’narl replies, moaning softly, muting herself halfway through it. Kirshina rocking her hips against her, thrusting upwards, while her claws slip along her body, running along her belly scales, under the dress with an even louder squeak, gently caressing and massaging D’narl’s breasts.

“D’narl are you okay? It sounds like you are jerking off or something over there,” says one of the other players.

“W-what?! No. I am just having so much fun! This game is rather fun when you aren’t dead!” D’narl exclaims just as Kirshina bucks up into her, D’narl cutting herself off, stopping this moan from being transmitted. Her cock rubs against the underside of her own maid dress, leaving pre-cum coating the undersides, Kirshina pulling one of her claws back to resume caressing her lover’s length.

Kirshina pushes D’narl forward giving her more room to begin her thrusting. One claw remaining on her bouncing breasts keeping her steady while the other caresses her length, adding to the dual pleasure of her sex and length being pleased at the same time. “One more round to go and you will be the winner.”

D’narl pants, “I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up,” she responds with a heavy pant, moaning again.

“Relax, you can do it. I’m here with you giving you all the support you need,” Kirshina says giving D’narl a firm buck into her body, the two dragons moaning out in pleasure, the warmth building with their loins, the next and last round of D’narl’s game beginning.

D’narl moves around sporadically, trying not to get caught on multiple levels, getting closer and closer to her next target, mindful of where all the other players are. With each passing moment Kirshina pounds harder. The stakes rise, when the players speak to D’narl she rushes to unmute herself, quickly saying something, before muting herself once again, the soft squeak in the background drawing greater attention from her friends who are watching and listening on.

D’narl’s heart pounds, breath heavy. Kirshina mindful of her moan moans, her own rising pleasure, wings wrapping around D’narl, adding to their loving embrace.

“Your wings are blocking my view,” D’narl says, just as her claws slip, she makes the move early, killing the crew mate, who exclaims in surprise.

“Really it was…”

“Shh! You can’t say you are dead!” yell two other players.

“Yeah, you will ruin the fun!” exclaims one of the survivors. Everyone gathering, while Kirshina rhythmically pounds into D’narl’s tight milking sex.

D’narl shivers, trying to keep her cool, while she is taken harder, more lovingly, her cock being teased and massaged, pre-cum oozing out of her length, spread against her length, making it more slick, easier to tease and play with, rising the pleasure even more, as it became voting time.

“Okay this is it. It’s either do or die,” says one of the players.

“I say it’s the green,” says one of the survivors.

D’narl quickly jumps on board, “Yes me too!” she exclaims, groaning out in delight.

“D’narl are you okay? You are sounding very sus with how much you are enjoying this.”

D’narl pants, body shaking, Kirshina not slowing down as she takes her, “I-I just never got to the end before okay?!” she exclaims, groaning out just as Kirshina hits her G-spot, , rubbing her harder.

“Are you having sex or something over there?” asks one of her friends.

“W-what? No!”

“That sounds very sus,” he replies.

“Sus indeed,” says another.

Kirshina feels her length twitches, sex drip, balls smacking against D’narl’s underside, their bodies squeaking against the other in their maid outfits, “Yes draw their attention away from who the real monster is,” Kirshina says licking D’narl’s ear fin.

“I can’t let them know I am having sex!” D’narl exclaims her coms thankfully muted at that exact moment.

“Come on everyone. We have to find the real Monster. Do you honestly think D’narl is the kind of person to have sex like that?”

“Yeah, I guess you are right.”

“I think that means she is the real monster! She is sus!” says one of the survivors.”

“Hay! That is what the real monster will say. You are sus!” says the other.’

“D’narl on the verge quickly says, “I agree, very sus!” closing her coms again, feeling herself on edge the pressure of her female sex and cock ready to burst through.

“That's it then, it's you!” says the player who accused the third player, leaving D’narl and the last survivor in the clear. They get booted off. Kirshina pounding hard, cock twitching within D’narl’s folds just as they reach over the edge. The message stated to everyone that the player was not the monster. Leaving D’narl to quickly take out the last player, letting out a mighty draconic roar the two dragons hit their climax. Hot draconic seed spews into D’narl’s sex as her length erupts and sprays the inside of her maid outfit, the hot sticky seed coating her lap and the front of her bed.

The rest of the players exclaiming.

“D’narl was the monster!”

Other players yelling, “See I was right! But you didn’t listen to me!” the fight amongst the players, raging about how they should have won. Kirshina pulls D’narl’s back against her, nuzzling and licking D’narl’s muzzle, panting heavily she says, “You did great love. I’m proud that you could win a game.”

“My first one,” D’narl says with a pant.

“Perhaps I should fuck you more during a game, so your friends don’t fuck you over.”

D’narl smirks, chuckling, “Please don’t. But cleaning this bed is going to take a while.”

“Do you have to do this right now?”

D’narl nuzzles back against Kirshina, “I think it could wait one or two more games.”

Kirshina gives D’narl a loving hug, keeping her length within her. Her female sex already making her male length hard again within her lover, “That sounds like a wonderful idea,” Kirshina says as the next game begins.