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“One load of cum," Celine read out loud, though perhaps paraphrasing a little, from the paper, despite being perfectly aware that only her artificial assistant was listening to her, and he wouldn't have any meaningful commentary on such organic vagaries, “For how much?"

“According to the paper, an average ejaculation's worth of Mr. Shimo's sperm appears to cost a million United States dollars," her assistant stated matter-of-factly, effortlessly reading the newspaper she was holding through her triply tamper-proof surveillance system. S_he put her automation-made omelette aside, no matter how much decades-aged cheddar it had on it. She couldn't possibly retain her appetite when reading about _that kind of waste.

Yes, a full of wheel of that cheese would set a more honest customer back a few dozen big ones. But here this dragon was, selling whatever he jacked out of his reportedly amazing cock for so much money that it made Celine's biggest scores pale in comparison, especially considering just howmuch cum even an average man could force out of his balls.

And people paid it, legitimately and willingly, just to have a…

“A what, what does it say there?" Celine growled at her assistant. “I must need glasses, because I can't be reading this right."

“The paper appears to describe rich customers wanting bespoke babies, which is why they pay for-“ the assistant replied, before Celine interrupted him. He had no capacity for rhetorical questions.

“Bespoke? Bespoke! Is there a single substance on earth more readily available than sperm cells? Good god in the heavens above, it's anything but bespoke!" Celine yelled, exasperated, as she slammed her hands against the table. “I can barely head outside for a jog without having a dozen men wanting to donate me their sperm!"

“I believe that is because they are attracted to you-“ her nameless assistant replied, but Celine interrupted him yet again.

“Okay, assistant. Shut up for now," she emphasized, and the primitive intelligence dutifully shut its virtual mouth.

A dragon. People paid millions per load of dragon semen. She was a coyote and people wouldn't even pay a dollar for her entire body. They were damn near the same species – they both had sharp fangs and liked shiny objects – and she was pretty sure people would give her money to not have to touch her! Life had a way of being unfair, but this was preposterous. She reached to rub her right ear, toying with the piercings that stuck through the cartilage. It always calmed her down when she was stressed or frustrated. Masturbation was better, but it was too early in the morning for that.

A little bit of quick mental math told the coyote that if Shimo had been working his money printer of a penis for any significant amount of time, he had approximately a fuckload of money. A fuck_ton_ even, a metric fuckton. And if men overly assured of their superior masculinity could be counted on to do something, it was to buy expensive gadgets, and then more expensive gadgets to protect the earlier round of purchases.

That sounded like a challenge to Celine. She bared her fangs at the newspaper. Oh yes, rubbing ears helped. Masturbating helped more. Robbing stupid idiots blind helped the most.

She'd just need a plan. Her custom-made assistant was all the crew she needed, but the plan would require some planning to formulate. A trip to the stud's house was in order. At night. Just a quick scouring of the perimeter, a peek inside, maybe sticking her fingers in a security guard's skull to dig out some good intel. Not literally, of course, but in Celine's experience, almost all straight men did almost anything to fuck almost any woman, even a lowly coyote like herself.

So that was settled. She told her assistant to prepare her favorite heisting van with both dresses and a skintight catsuit for different parts of tonight's little scouting mission, and without replying, the assistant got to work while Celine finally bit into the incredibly cheesy omelette with cheese so old it could've been at a bar drinking itself stupid if she hadn't nabbed it to sate her hunger with.

Stolen cheese always tasted the best.

After nightfall, she got into her van – it was a nondescript black van that appeared so generic that people were less likely to remember it after seeing it than before – and headed to the stud's house, which as expected, was actually an enormous mansion. It overlooked the city from a hill, and was so large that Celine could practically smell the indoor tennis court that it surely housed.

Some people just have more money than sense, she mused as she pulled the car over on a little maintenance road between her target and a tunnel to the other side of the hill, and slipped on her scouting headset, which would notice the things she didn't, in spite of her keen senses.

At this hour, nobody from these exclusive parts of the city was out. No, the night belonged to people like her. Nomads, thieves, the kinds of animals with eyes that reflected an eerie glow in the dark, and women who got a little wet at the thought of liberating someone from their frankly entirely unearned possessions. She was several of those things, and she moved with perfect nocturnal grace, melding into the shadows as she scaled the mansion's overly high barbed-wire fence and landed on the other side with little more than the thud of a falling branch.

Today was not the day to break in – she could hear music resonating through the concrete walls, up this close – but a party only meant that her real plan of scouting would be easier. Nobody looked outside, and why would they, unless drunk to the point of vomiting? There was nothing here except a fancy garden and an enormous but dry pool; it was far too cold to enjoy a pool this time of the year.

Celine made notes as she circled the mansion, keeping an eye on the cameras and moving only in their blind spots. She was so used to it that she could almost see their cones of vision. After observing the default movements of one, she attached that mental marker, and then her subconscious kept track of where the camera would be facing – and what it would be seeing – any given second. That made her practically invisible unless someone had redundant and overlapping cameras, and almost nobody was that paranoid before she had paid them an initial visit.

Certainly not Shimo, who was presumably busy acting as a stud for several women of the very, very uppermost classes.

She dodged a patrolling security guard. For someone who had that much money, “Mr." Shimo certainly hadn't gone big on security. Maybe it was different inside, but once a thief like herself was inside, it was already too late. Things would go missing.

One, two, three, she took a deep breath waiting for the guard's footsteps to fade and then, slipping on her traction gloves, climbed up the side of the house like a gecko until she reached a window. A little peek inside showed a bedroom full of unnecessary luxury, and cameras.

Briefly, Celine wondered if the dragon might've been into making “home movies" like she was, or if he simply liked being watched over while he slept. Either way, she couldn't really blame him.

The bedroom window was reinforced. Definitely wouldn't be here way in tomorrow. In fact, as she dropped down and circled the house, it seemed more or less bulletproof, and on top of that, she did see several security systems inside, including those dreadful overlapping cameras. But her first problem was how she'd get inside to begin with. There were no easily broken windows, no ventilation ducks that she could squeeze in through, and although explosives were always an option, in this neighborhood they'd attract police like a bright light attracts moths. It seemed impenetrable, but then again, so did a turtle until you flipped it over.

That meant she had to use the front door, which Celine wasn't opposed to. Really, it was time someone gave a coyote the old red-carpet treatment, but some people were just so afraid of having things possessions pilfered…

Before she returned to her van for round two, Celine dodged a few more guards – two patrolling, and one by the entrance – and jumped into the bushes next to an oversized basement window, with barely the rustle of leaves on her friction-reducing suit. The window was well-lit, so she made sure not to peek for too long, but what the coyote did see was enough to give her a moment's pause.

The dragon was there, with a throng of naked women around him, each seemingly taking turns riding his rather impressive-looking knotted shaft.

A knot on a dragon-cock? It wasn't impossible, but Celine got the distinct feeling that Shimo might've been one of those synthetic lifeforms who had emerged in modern times. Designer cum would… still not explain the popularity, it was easy enough to completely customize your child these days, and this was more about branding.

She felt her pussy twitch against the frictionless fabric of her favorite break-in suit. Great. Exactly the time for you to be a horny bitch, she scolded her anatomy. She had always liked orgies, but she liked stealing things more, and so Celine forced herself to look away. Maybe she could take that tingle of desire out on the security guard. She stuck a little black device on the window before leaving, once the patrolling guard had once again passed.

The coyote slinked back to her van, her mental map of the courtyard still fresh in mind with all of the camera movements and fields of vision, letting her move like a ghost without as much as a conscious thought. She scaled the perimeter wall, did an unnecessarily flamboyant little flip over the barbed wire at the top, and found herself back in the dimly lit comforts of her van.

“Analyze," she commanded her assistant, unplugging a little flash drive from her headgear and sticking it into the van. The algorithm would catch any details she had seen but not noticed.

In the meantime, Celine slipped out of her catsuit and into a red bodycon dress that hugged every curve and bump of her body, even leaving her nipples outlined in the silky fabric if there was the slightest chill in the wind.

Today was cold. That improved the effect, and Celine was perfectly willing to suffer for her art.

This time, she approached the house from the front, where a bored-looking leopard was fighting the urge to look at his phone rather than scanning the empty road for threats. It wasn't until she was mere meters away that he realized someone was approaching and looked up.

His expression turned from surprise to false demonstrative anger to drive off an intruder, and finally to a half and half mixture of arousal and confusion.

“C-can I help you?" he asked. He was probably used to dealing with “intruders" who weren't stunningly beautiful and lightly dressed women, and that was exactly what Celine relied on to throw him off.

And now for the hook, line, and sinker, all at once.

“Hi! I was wondering if you could find the blueprints of Mr. Shimo's house," she asked, putting on her most excited, high-pitched voice. “I'm a journalist, and I'm doing a report on how the rich and famous live."

“Um. No, that's- why would you… ask that?" the leopard stammered. The outrageous forwardness of her request was just another step to really throw him off-balance. “There's no way I can-“

“Aw, but I'd be so grateful," she smiled, with a little flutter of her eyelashes. Then she took a step closer towards the stunned leopard. He didn't resist; how could he? It wasn't as if she posed a threat, and the leopard could practically feel the lust radiating from her body, from her visibly stiff nipples to the way her tail curled around his hips. “Very grateful."

Well, fuck. They didn't pay him enough to say no to this. He had the blueprints, too, because they also wanted him to help the other guards check the perimeter every evening.

“What will y-you," the leopard stuttered, cursing his awkwardness.

“Oh, whatever you want me to. I could," she emphasized, with practiced ease, seductiveness, and slickness. “Just kneel right here and suck your big, hard cock."

Her fingers grasped the firming outline of his cock, slipping out of its sheath at the prospect of getting to have some fun. He had been in such a hurry today that he hadn't even had time to masturbate.

He choked out some vague affirmative and excused himself to go pick up the blueprints, while Celine waited with a smug smile adorning her ruby-red lips.

Men were so easy.

Soon enough the leopard came out again. He had, at least, the good sense to take photos of the blueprints rather than handing her the originals. He shared them via his phone, and she accepted them with a graceful yet lusty smile, and just as he was about to ask about his “reward", she tapped a button that he couldn't see on her screen.

A window shattered. An alarm sounded. The leopard cursed his terrible luck, excused himself, even handing Celine his number before rushing off to see what had happened.

The coyote leisurely strolled back to her van. The pressure-charge she had stuck to the window didn't leave much in the way of evidence beyond a tiny black disk shot far the other way, once it went off.

Not that she would've minded blowing the leopard. Really, he was a handsome, strong boy. Celine almost regretted that she couldn't. It was just that she had to test what the guards did in case of an actual alarm. And once she got back inside the van, she ordered her assistant to tap into the camera feed, something made painfully easy by the unsecured central server.

She watched, in perfect quiet comfort, as the three guards all gathered around the window, yelling at each other. It only took a few moments before another car pulled up outside of the dragon's mansion, and a handful more guards poured out, all gathering in the same place. By now, the orgy was well and truly over, and Shimo himself joined the guards with a disappointed frown, clad only in his bathrobe.

Celine had to admit she entirely understood why women wanted to fuck the drake. She just didn't understand why they would pay so much for it, still.

The audio feed on the cameras was poor, but she could just about hear a few words. Something about thermal fracturing, and not having seen anyone, either in person or on the cameras. Bullseye! It had been a hot day, and that was exactly the conclusion that Celine wanted them to make, because it meant they had no reason to post extra security tomorrow, and that meant she had just created a handy entrance for herself.

The leopard was helpfully quiet. Even if he suspected something, he was an accomplice now. That probably helped him keep his feline snout tightly sealed, assuming that he realized it.

Celine didn't want to linger for too long. Eventually, after watching the guards for long enough that she wasn't expecting anything more, she got back in the driver's seat and made her way back home. By then, her assistant had finished analyzing all of her footage as well.

“It appears that the inside of the house is kept secure by sensors. The owner's presence turns them off," it explained. “Each sensor is effectively a narrow beam of light, harder to detect than lasers, but not impossible. Alternatively, mistress could-“

“-be in the same room as him, at the same time," Celine grinned. “And to think some women pay millions for that privilege."

Joke as she might though, she was beginning to have another idea form in the most depraved depths of her mind. Celine was still a woman, even if she was an unrivaled master thief, and for a while now, she had considered having a baby. It wouldn't even have to hinder her career; babysitters had been a thing for a while now, and she could easily afford one. The catch was always that she didn't find anyone worthy of fertilizing her.

But if people really paid millions for Shimo's perfect, artificial sperm, maybe robbing him of that would be her greatest heist. A seed investment, she thought with amusement, one that would eventually grow to pay for itself, if what they valued him at was even half true. And it'd give her a chance to experience motherhood on her own terms, instead of with someone that might judge her lavish, hedonistic lifestyle.

That, and she had always enjoyed having her way with men who were tied down and trying to resist her. It was the topic of most of videos she recorded, too – with those surveillance cameras of her own – and the reason that her bed had permanent restrains fastened to all four posts, ready to be pulled out at a moment's notice.

For Shimo, a length of rope or a set of cuffs would be enough. It wasn't as if he would last long. And if he could, well, all the better; Celine had never met a man so steadfast and lawful that he'd interrupt a mating session to call the police, anyway.

It was a completely unnecessary risk to add to a relatively simple heist, but Celine lived for the surge of adrenaline she got when taking risks like that, and even beyond that, she had never been caught despite taking them.

The coyote was, naturally, fairly assured that she could once again take what she wanted, in money, riches, and what seemed even more precious to the dragon; his very seed. She fell asleep that night with her hand between her legs, not quite masturbating – so as to not dull her lust for the coming day – but certainly teasing at her soft, wet folds and that hard little clit that adorned her snatch.

The following morning, she was hard at work from the moment she woke up. She called in a few favors. Just in case something went wrong, she had some acquaintances install a smoke bomb in the city's most prolific skyscraper. It was all pyrotechnics, and would do practically no damage at all, but it'd look catastrophic and draw far more police than a simple burglary, no matter how rich the victim.

At the same time, she downed a handful of fertility enhancers. This was, after all, her only shot at this, and if everything else was prepared, her body might as well be prepared, too. Despite how much she enjoyed taking insane risks, she still did her utmost to prepare.

Then, it was only a matter of waiting for nightfall, and fantasizing of the riches soon to be hers, in colors of both gold and pearl, both aided by her body slowly working itself into an early state of pseudo-heat thanks to the pills. Full-body tingles and warmth spread all throughout her form. Some women were distracted by their heats; for Celine, it provided focus. When deep in planning more complex heists and other wealth redistribution schemes, it wasn't unusual at all for the coyote to sit with one hand down her pants.

It was probably something like how amphetamines made most people scatterbrained, but for those with certain neurodivergent issues, they were granted more focus instead. Celine had never looked into it, though; she'd never met a man who minded her casual self-abatement of her somewhat overly high libido.

Celine lounged in her lair, resting against her veritable hoard of pilfered riches. It made her happy in a way few other things did. Others had suggested that she might have the soul of a dragon, but Celine didn't really believe in any of that. She simply liked the gleam and glimmer of gems and gold, as well as their cold caress against her skin.

Oh yes, she would steal everything shiny that the dragon owned, but that was a bonus, for once. Not the main course. The main course would be looking into his eyes as he lost a million dollars in one orgasmic instance, granting her that fertilization that others paid so much for. Celine smirked, to nobody in particular, unable to quite hide the joy that her dastardly plans brought her. She caught herself with her hand wet with her juices just as the sun was finally going down.

After sunset and a couple more hours to ensure that Shimo – and every other law-abiding rich asshole like him – was snugly in bed, it was go time.

Once again, Celine drove her van to the mansion, but this time, she let her automated assistant take over. He would be doing slow, quiet laps around the area so as to not draw any suspicion, and they'd synchronize so that the coyote would walk out of the mansion and directly into the back of her van.

The assistant had cost her so much to steal. And then it'd cost her twice that to have friendly hackers disable fifteen layers of telemetry. Modern software was both amazing and horrifying, she mused, but at least it was the very cutting edge in both self-driving vehicles and general spatial logic and vision tasks. Worth every cent.

She hopped out of the van while it was still moving. Today, there'd be no need for dresses, and once again clad in her heisting suit, the coyote melded instantly with the shadows when she fled the radius of the streetlights.

Her heart was beating rapidly, but she was perfectly in the zone, that sweet spot of intense focus where everything could only turn out perfect. She climbed the wall with ease, straddling the barbed wire and perching above it for just a brief second to mentally mark every camera again. A guard walked below, paying no attention to the walls. The shattered window had been removed, and the empty frame covered with what looked like a plastic bag and a little fence, awaiting the glazier.

Even the rich couldn't always get everything instantly. Just as she had planned.

Celine dropped down. At this point, she could've closed her eyes and walked through the yard while dodging every camera. But that was a pointless risk. She only took the ones that could pay off.

She waited for the second guard to show up, and then, mere meters behind him, tiptoed to the broken window. She bounced over the fence, lifted the taped plastic bag, and took a quick glance inside.

The basement was lined with both cameras and those sensors that her assistant had pointed out. Down here, she had no choice but to avoid them. On the upper floor, and particularly in his bedroom, she wouldn't have that problem, since the dragon himself was nearby.

She dropped into the basement, contorting her body as she fell to avoid the visualized beam of the sensor designed to catch anyone entering through the window. If there was an alarm, it was silent, but Celine trusted her abilities to the fullest. With a quiet thud, she was inside, right next to where she had seen the dragon have his orgy the other day. The room still reeked of sex, and Celine had to admit the rich mélange of scents excited her.

But as with all the other things that gave her those pleasant tingles, it only sharpened her already knife-like focus, as the coyote placed more of her mental bookmarks, carefully surveying the room to pinpoint every sensor and camera, and then bouncing through it like a Balanchine ballerina, half of her twists and hops looking completely random to someone who hadn't familiarized themselves with the room like she had.

She reached the stairs and paused, her foot hovering just above the stairs.

Would Shimo be paranoid enough about the basement to put pressure sensors on the stairs? She couldn't see if that was the case but decided not to take that pointless risk either. Instead, she coiled up her entire body and the pounced upwards, digging her high-friction gloves into the sidewall to push herself forward as she almost ran up the vertical surface, landing safely at the top and immediately rolling out of the sightline of another camera.

Perfect focus. No matter how thunderous her heartbeat was, her mind was still like a windless ocean.

Again, she marked the area in her mental map. Cameras, sensors. There didn't seem to be anything worth grabbing on this floor, either. Which made sense. All dragons, synthetic or not, preferred sleeping with their riches, just as she did. The master bedroom was likely full of jewelry.

Through the hall, up the stairs, diving between sensors and dancing between the sightlines of the electric eyes that lined the hall. Some had overlapping cones of vision, but none overlapped the entire rooms or hallways. Amateurish installation, Celine thought. It was as if the dragon invited professionals like herself, and all the security was there only to catch the common rabble.

The coyote made a little mental note to keep an eye out for that. For any sign that this was a trap for her specifically, or her lesser brethren in high heisting.

Bounce, twirl, dive – she was soon at the dragon's bedroom door. It opened smoothly on newly oiled hinges, and there was no squeak or whine to wake her sleeping beauty up. And a beauty he indeed was. Being a synthetic – but presumably quite sapient – lifeform, Shimo had been designed to look attractive, and whoever had made and ordered him had hit it out of the park. Easily. The dragon was lying sprawled out in his luxurious bed, looking supremely comfortable. Up this close, Celine could see that he was furred, too. Granted, eastern drakes often were, having more mammalian traits than their western counterparts.

Of course, Shimo was an artificial lifeform, so it wasn't as if he had to match reality, and most of his body didn't, with striking blue fur and sharp, angled patterns. And a knotted cock.

Oh, yes. Celine had definitely noticed his firm, beautiful erection. She was the rare kind of woman who greatly enjoyed the sight of a big, throbbing cock, and this one was a beauty, with soft-looking ridges lining the underside and a knot already swollen up near the base. It was luscious, and it was only further emphasized by the plum-sized balls just beneath it. Sure, the coyote was a little affected by her heat, but at the same time, she knew beauty when she saw it.

Not wanting to let herself get entirely distracted, she had a quick glance around the room. Indeed, the bedroom was where the dragon kept most of his small, expensive-looking items, and the coyote tiptoed from drawers to bookshelves to nightstands, stashing a variety of gemstones that glimmered like little stars in her bag, along with gold coins with designs so exotic they had to be from civilizations both distant and ancient.

Every dragon hoarded something. There were just about no exceptions. Another species might've kept all of their funds securely locked away in a bank, Celine mused, as she grabbed a small golden statuette, then a necklace with a gem – a diamond? – almost the size of her eye. But banks were boring. Nobody liked seeing a number as much as they liked the gleam of gold. Unsportsmanlike, too.

Yet with every item the coyote took, her thoughts kept drifting back to the real prize in the room: the dragon, and most importantly, his sizeable erection and plump sack.

She heard his breathing change as he stirred, but didn't wake up. That was all the warning she needed. Celine fished up the cuffs she had brought from her bag and quickly knelt at the foot of the dragon's bed. It was a little bit of insurance, just in case Shimo wasn't the type to willingly donate to charity. Gingerly, she fastened one cuff around his ankle, and then the other end to the bed's leg. Tight enough that he wouldn't be able to squirm free, but not so tight that it'd wake him up.

No, Celine had a much more fun idea for how she was going to awaken the sleeping beauty. She secured another ankle, and then moved onto Shimo's arms. He felt warm, soft, and almost luxurious to the touch, which made sense; he had been made as a luxury product originally, or at least, so Celine thought. Why he had ended up free was anyone's guess, but maybe the sentience was an emergent attribute that had forced the company's hand. Slavery wasn't considered very nice, these days.

And what Celine was doing was absolutely not slavery. She only intended to borrow one – well, two, really – part of his anatomy for maybe half an hour. It'd not even be nonconsensual after the first few minutes.

The coyote finished tying the dragon to his bed. Just as planned, he hadn't woken up, and so, Celine climbed into his bed and straddled his sleeping body, unzipping her suit just enough to leave her slippery pussy bare. Then, she lowered herself with that same slow grace that'd brought her through the maze of cameras, until her wet, warm lips kissed the underside of the dragon's cock.

He groaned, eyes opening slowly at first, and then snapping wide open as he realized someone was on top of him.

“W-what-“ he exclaimed, straining hard against the cuffs as he tried to squirm free, only to quickly realize that he wasn't getting anywhere, and instead focusing his gaze on the coyote on top of him. “-who are you?"

Maybe a gag would've been a good idea. Ah, well, she could improvise if the dragon started screaming. Celine pushed herself down against his cock more firmly, stifling a moan as her clit brushed against the ridges of his meaty cock.

“You haven't heard of me?" she smiled. Not that the dragon could see her smile under the suit, but he could see her eyes. “I'm wounded. Truly."

“Y-you're that… that cat burglar? What do you want?" he asked, evidently suddenly remembering a news article or another. They had all kinds of names for her, from The Gecko to The Sunset Burglar, but nothing had really stuck. “You're not going to hurt me, are you?"

“Relax. I'm just here for some souvenirs, and my million-dollar baby," she grinned. “You don't mind giving a free sample, do you?"

“You mean-“ he huffed, his eyes dipping a little lower to realize that he was looking at the coyote's wet, naked pussy, and went quiet. Good. Probably overwhelmed already.

Celine wrapped her slender fingers around the dragon's cock and guided him to where the slightest thrust would impale her on that bare, beautiful babymaker.

“No? I guess I'll just help myself, then," the coyote grinned. “Really going to have to leave a bad review on the service…"

While impressed with the dragon's self-control, she hadn't come here to play, but to take what she wanted. And so, the coyote lowered herself, and it was like heaven opening up, the sweet and immediate ecstasy of his plump ridges pushing into her one by one, with that wonderful and almost indescribable satisfying friction of a cock sliding into an unprotected cunt.

This time, she did moan. Feeling the helpless drake squirm beneath her didn't make matters worse. In fact, as always, she loved the dominance of what she was doing. He felt like a hot iron rod inside her, and she felt every beat of his heart. Even if he wasn't exactly agreeing to what she was doing, his body was already cheering her on, and that rush of sheer power left her even wetter than the fertility pills.

He had no choice. He would seed her, no matter what his opinion on the matter was. Celine let out another half-whispered moan as she tilted her hips just enough to let the dragon feel all of her, and this time, he responded with a groan of pleasure of his own, forced out from between clenched teeth. Unwilling, but yet impossible for him to hold back. Celine's pussy twitched around him again, hugging his wonderful cock more tightly as she finally hilted herself, all the way down to his knot, which her lips kissed with obvious, lusty need.

“Mm. If only everyone else knew what a submissive boy you are," the coyote teased him. “That you'd just let them take your cum like this…"

He opened his mouth to reply, but was quickly silenced by her finger against his lips, and he knew better than to challenge someone who had him literally tied down. Instead, he seemed to focus, visibly trying to think of something other than the burning hot feminine squeeze around his cock.

Perfect. Please try to resist, Celine thought. It's only fun if there's a challenge.

She began to move her hips properly, first in slow, smooth gyrations, and instantly Shimo's concentration was broken, his eyes once against draw to that hot, wet point where their bodies were joined. The dragon might've not been able to move his hands, but his claws dug through bedsheets and into the mattress as he tried to, anyway.

He was visibly enjoying it. There was no denying it, even with the grumpy frown on his face. He still twitched inside her each time Celine drove her latex-clad crotch down hard against his heavenly soft fur, groaning happily as the dragon's girth stretched her wide again. Oh yes, she was his, for the few moments that he would last. And more than anything else in the room, the beautiful, life-giving sperm in his balls was doubly hers.

Maybe some part of it was the artificial heat she'd put herself in speaking, Celine thought between feverish jolts of pulses that made concentrating rather hard. Every part of her wanted to focus more on how the dragon's ridges made her clench, or how good it felt when he twitched in her depths, followed by a squirt of hot precum somewhere around her cervix.

They could've given him perfect self-control, since the dragon had been made rather than born. But they hadn't, and that made the whole scenario even more delicious. If his owners had cared more, he wouldn't have any problems fighting off the suckling squeeze of her pussy around him, or the rhythmic ride she was taking him on, but they had deliberately made him fallible like an organic being. That had to sting.

“I guess I'll add 'd-dragon rider' to my resume," Celine huffed. “Though with such an obedient mount, anyone could do it. Maybe I s-should spread the word."

She leaned down. Her hips kept moving as her masked lips brushed against the dragon's long, and by now messy, whiskers. “You really are a submissive drake, aren't you? Just going to give me what I want."

“N-no, I'm not…" he choked, only to go quiet again when the coyote unzipped her catsuit a little more, upwards, until her breasts bounced free, immediately drawing the dragon's eye. “F-fuck."

“Mhm. If I had a collar handy, I'd just take you home, use you as a stud for all my friends too," Celine growled. She was in a near-frenzied state of lust by now, racing towards a messy climax that'd probably soak the dragon. It'd soak her womb too, she hoped. No, she needed it. In a way, she was succumbing just as much as Shimo was, but for her, it was a calculated surrender to her own instincts; the same instincts and desires that had left her so legendary that the media had failed to even give her a unified name.

By now, the dragon had a look of intense concentration on his face as he put a frankly heroic effort into not giving her what she wanted. His body just wasn't on the same page, though. She could feel him swelling in that telltale way that all men did just before they came. No matter how much he tried, his traitorously horny cock would betray him, and soon.

Celine felt his knot grind against her lips. Did she have time for it? She desperately wanted it inside her, but it'd mean she had to catch her van the next time it passed rather than the one she had been planning on. Oh, fuck, it was alright, she told herself. Her assistant didn't have the capacity to be offended, and right now all of her actions were guided by her dripping, tingling cunt.

“Give it to me! Give me that bespoke baby," she moaned, pushing herself down harder. The dragon's entire body trembled as he felt his knot slowly push into her, stretching her folds even wider, to a level almost painful for them both, until – pop. All the discomfort was gone in an instant, replaced by sweet ecstatic relief.

She felt his whole cock inside her. She was stuck. Or rather, even though that was how nature intended it, he was stuck, and would have no choice but to inseminate her. She threw her head back and laughed with triumph, though perhaps sounding more like a yapping coyote in the heat of moment.

“F-fuck…" the dragon grunted.

And then his beautiful canid-inspired cock pulsed inside her.

A flood of heat blossomed in her lower belly, injected almost directly into her womb by the sheer pressure of it. The next coated her cervix in virile, potent seed. Oh, there was so much more than an organic being could produce! She joined him in orgasm almost instantly, the incredible feeling of being filled flooding her body with all the best rewards of a satisfied heat, the kind of pleasure and chemicals that made her head spin as her juices gushed over the dragon's fur, soaking him waist-down in her fertile scent.

She howled out in triumph as she, as if on autopilot, grinded down against the dragon's throbbing cock, her pleasure sharpened and heightened by every squirt of cum inside her. It was heaven, for as long as it lasted. She felt almost bloated by how much he gave her, looking at least a few weeks pregnant, but the feeling was no less intoxicating.

“Good… boy," she huffed, barely getting the words out, but when she did, the dragon's ears folded in shameful yet pleasurable submission. A few more twitches and throbs resonated through her body. She clenched around him in the aftershocks, before her release ebbed fully.

Precarious as the situation was, she steadied herself to take a breather. Just a few minutes of savoring the thick, sticky, and hard feeling inside her. It wasn't as if she could pull herself off his knot right away, anyway. Soon, but not yet. She stared at the dragon, wondering what a half-coyote pup of his might look like. Probably adorable.

With her pussy full of the dragon's potent cum, Celine had to fight the urge to just lay down and relax to enjoy it. She wanted to. Being filled while in heat was a rush like few others, but if she surrendered to that sweet, dreamy feeling of impending motherhood, she'd end up waking up in prison.

As such, she winked at the exhausted-looking dragon and slowly worked herself off his knot. Gods. Maybe he really is worth the money, she mused, almost breaking out into giggles thanks to the druglike high of their mating.

“Thanks for the cum," she grinned, and this time she did giggle, if only briefly. “I'll enjoy my million-dollar baby."

His knot popped out of her, and though Celine clenched as hard as she could, she couldn't quite manage to keep the dragon's copious load inside her. Some of it dripped out, though feeling that hot, thick mess only made her feel sexier.

“Thanks for the jewelry, too," she added, zipping her suit back up.

What bothered her a little was Shimo's grin, though. It was the smile of a winner, even though he had just been robbed and used. He was out at least a few millions, and having gotten to cum inside her couldn't possibly have felt good enough to compensate for that. At first, she tried to ignore that smirk, but curiosity got the better of her just as she picked up her bag of loot.

“What?" she snapped.

“You k-know they don't actually pay that much for my cum," he grinned, engulfed in the same dizzy pleasure that Celine was feeling. “Fake article. You should probably fact check your news."

She raised an eyebrow. Not that he could see it, with the coyote clad in her suit.

“I just wanted to experience the greatest heister and cat burglar of my generation," he chuckled. “I think those trinkets were worth the ride."

He paused for a moment. “But I did try to resist. Because I wanted you to claim me," he admitted, a little more sheepishly, a blush creeping over his synthetic snout and cheeks.

Celine stood there, wide-eyed. Had she just been tricked? Had she just fucked a fan? Did she have fans?

Had she just been knocked up with a baby that was no better than average beyond coming from a somewhat rich dragon?

It didn't happen often, but the coyote was stunned. Flabbergasted, even. She would still come out as the winner, monetarily speaking, but she felt incredibly beaten and used. It wasn't the worst feeling, though.

In fact, she kind of liked it. The dragon had panache, daring to admit that while still tied down and at her mercy, had she decided she felt more offended than impressed. Maybe she would make a return visit, one day.

But for now, Celine realized that she had to get out, and get out she did, retracing her steps down the stairs, into the basement, and then out. The dragon was left tied up in his bed for the next maid or other kind of visitor to find and rescue. Oh, the sensors and cameras – had she even dodged any active ones, or had it all just been for show to make sure that only she, with the legendary but anonymous reputation she had, would be willing to try to reach him?

“Home. Now," she barked at her assistant the moment she jumped into the passing van outside. The timing was impeccable, as it always was with her assistant.

She really had been tricked, played, and absolutely beaten at her own game, hadn't she? Celine flopped down on the floor of the van, staring at the ceiling, and now enjoying the feeling of cum inside her with a tangibly bittersweet touch to it. She felt dirty, but… oddly good. Being outsmarted stung, especially with how he had made her thoroughly fuck herself – literally – on his cock, but the lingering afterglow dulled the pain.

Well, it wasn't all bad. She still had all the jewelry she had stolen, and assuming that any of it was real rather than fakes used as bait, she could still set aside a rather healthy sum of money. And the sex had been mind-blowingly amazing, from the first slick penetration to the deep, rich insemination.

And at least she would get to experience motherhood. The thought made the coyote feel rather warm and fuzzy all over, even if it wasn't the million-dollar baby she had been expecting.

Celine could already imagine her belly swelling.