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“Really, Mike? You're gonna kick out your most valued customer?" Geevin asked, before angling his head down and widening his eyes in an almost puppy-like expression. Considering that while standing, the dragon's head was still a foot higher than the man, it gave him little leverage on the cafe owner's heartstrings.

“Sorry, Geevin, customers actually pay for stuff," Mike retorted as he slipped the key into the lock and secured the front door. Standing on the pavement with his dragon friend beside him, he was relieved that winter had finally ended, and only a slight chill in the wind remained.

“Can't you call Meegi to cover for you? That kid was almost as good as you," the drake pouted, causing Mike to shake his head with a chuckle.

“He doesn't work here anymore, he's all grown up now," he replied. The young drake he had hired to work the afternoons had graduated highschool only a few months prior, and while Mike had been grateful for his help over Christmas, the teen had moved on to 'better winds,' as he had put it. Occasionally, the young drake visited to shoot the breeze and even brought his girlfriend in once. Mike didn't really care for the red dragoness, who had obnoxiously fawned over Meegi to the point that Mike felt sick. Strangely, her affection seemed to very abruptly fade when the drake wasn't looking though, and overall she seemed far too high maintenance for him. “You are just going to have to get your fix elsewhere," Mike playfully added and flipped the keys over in his hand.

“Really? You're gonna make me get a McDonald's coffee, aren't you?" Geevin hissed, shuffling his wings against his sides as if shivering in disgust.

“Oh, grow up. It's popular because it's good, and even I don't mind their coffee. Also, they are hiring dragons, you know… in case you wanted to drop a resume–"

“I will have you know, my book is selling just fine," Geevin retorted quickly, his neck coiling back as if stung.

“Fine enough to pay your tab?" Mike teased before waving a hand to dismiss the idea that he was serious. He really didn't mind serving free coffee to his friend, and, in truth, having the company made the days go quickly. “Sorry, I would like to keep the shop open, but we are waiting on this damn service tech. Liiria texted me that the dishwasher was leaking this morning, and she said she found someone to come out today." he explained, pulling his phone out to see more missed messages from his mate Liiria, complaining that she desperately needed the man to come. The furred dragoness had been working from home today, but something had come up, and she needed to leave. Despite his hesitations at closing the cafe early, she had become insistent that he return home to wait for the repairman to arrive.

“This is going to be an expensive repair, closing the shop and all that. Maybe you should cut off the water and reschedule it," Geevin pined, but Mike simply chuckled.

“I know, but it's not my call. I just do as I'm told. What's Ben doing? Shouldn't you be with him today, you know, Valentine's Day and all that?" Mike asked, giving the drake a mock glare as Geevin's eyes widened in surprise. “You forgot, didn't you?"

“Um… no, I was going to surprise him," Geevin replied, his wavering voice doing little to convince the man. “Although, Ben has been acting strange; I knew he was up to something," the drake added with a grin and looked down the street in the direction of his mate's studio. “What did Liiria get you?"

Mike could tell he was fishing for ideas and simply shrugged. “I'm always out the door before she's up, but Liiria said she didn't want to do anything… She's been acting moody lately too—"

“Wait, you got her nothing?"

“Oh, hell no," Mike retorted quickly. “I got her a book—"

“A book?"

The man's cheeks turned red, and he resisted the urge to touch his bag where he kept his own copy. Liiria had become engrossed in a series of fantasy books, although it was nothing like the fantasy he had read while growing up. “She likes the series, but I also got some flowers delivered while she was working from home. If she is heading out, I can probably cook dinner tonight; she'll like that more."

“Geez, Mike, you're making us all look bad." The drake chuckled before rocking his head from side to side. “I don't think Ben is a flower type, and he already has my book," Geevin mused with a smirk. “Ben likes food, though; maybe I'll pick something up from that noodle place you keep talking about."

“You might want to hurry; the 'ness that runs that place is known to close early on days like today," Mike said, feeling his phone vibrate. Checking the screen, he saw it was another message from Liiria asking how long he would be, and he looked up at Geevin. “Sorry, I really have to go. I'll catch you tomorrow." He exchanged a nod of farewell and turned on his heels.

“I want details," Geevin called out, causing Mike to chuckle and blush. When Mike looked back, he saw the drake grinning profusely. “What? I'll tell you what I get up to with Ben—"

“Please don't! He used to be my boss," Mike retorted and continued walking, shaking his head. He had only made it a few steps before he snorted in amusement as he heard Geevin mutter something about liking it when Ben is the boss.

Approaching the intersection, Mike smiled as the pedestrian light turned green, and he quickly walked across. Unlocking his phone, his fingers danced on the screen as he apologised to his mate and reassured his furred dragoness that he had left the cafe and was on his way to relieve her. Now walking with purpose, Mike's mind wandered as he approached the next intersection and saw the light turn green. He wasn't sure when he had noticed it, but after many days of walking the same route after work, he realised that the city must have retimed the traffic lights to encourage people to walk rather than drive. He had been meaning to look into how the system worked, as the few occasions he had been halted by a red light were for emergency vehicles that passed by with lights flashing and sirens blaring.

Overtaking a couple holding hands, Mike continued to walk quickly. His normal walking pace had become quicker than most, a side effect of his regular walks with his mate and son. Until recently, he would have left his cafe before his son finished school, so he could walk the half-dozen blocks and be there to collect Siidah when the bell rang. It was a ritual he enjoyed, but now that his son could fly, the small drake had insisted on being allowed to fly home like his peers. As much as it pained Mike to forgo their routine, he knew it was expected as the drake grew up.

Given the time, it was still an hour before Siidah would finish school, and he mused that it would be good to be home to greet the drake. Quietly, he thought about what classes the drake had and tried to remember the content he had learnt when he was Siidah's age but struggled to recall much of his school life other than the games he used to play with his friends.

Turning down his street, Mike quickened his steps and approached the townhouse he called home. Technically, they rented the property; however, as it was owned by Liiria's parents, they paid a pittance compared to what the unit would normally command.

He arrived at the front door and turned the handle, only to find it locked. Whenever Liiria was home, the dragoness always left the door unlocked, arguing that it was a pain for her paws to operate keys and that if anyone were brave enough to trespass, they would have to deal with her. Mike always found that last detail quite humorous, given he had always been called on to deal with any spiders that entered the home uninvited.

Assuming Liiria had already left for whatever was so urgent, Mike pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. Stepping inside, he heard music playing from within, likely a ploy to make it sound as if someone was home. However, he was midway through kicking off his shoes when his nostrils flared. Even though his sense of smell paled in comparison to that of a dragon, he smelled something that made his heartbeat quicken—an earthy, warm scent he had experienced only a dozen or so times, yet each time had been unforgettable. Despite the apartment's air conditioning being set colder than usual, he found himself becoming flushed as he remembered the scent and began to wonder if his mate had left. “Liiria?"

He heard a hum of acknowledgement and the rushed clicking of talons on tiles as he began to walk down the corridor. His mind started piecing together the messages she had sent him, the urgency for him to come and why the door had been locked. If her heat had started, he knew she would be embarrassed to supervise a technician as they fixed the dishwasher, even if they weren't a dragon. Likewise, she most likely locked the door to feel safer; however, he still found it strange that she hadn't simply told him what she was going through. It was hardly the first time she had gone through her cycle with him, and during the last time, they had even had 'the talk' with Siidah when he had asked why she smelt 'weird'.

“I can take over if you want to go upstairs…" Mike's words failed him as he entered the living room and caught sight of his mate. Reared up on her hind legs, the wingless dragoness rested her forepaws on the middle shelf of their bookcase while gently stroking a plush feather duster across the top with her maw. However, it was not the mischievous smile plastered on her snout or how her fluffy tail swayed from side to side that captivated his attention. Instead, his eyes roamed over the tightly fitting black and white 'harness' she wore. Clinging to her figure more snugly than he imagined was comfortable, the lacy black and white maid's outfit made his pants tighten, and he couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.

“We could go upstairs," Liiria said between her teeth as she gave the already dusted bookcase another sweep. Curling her neck back, she used a forepaw to take the duster from her mouth and then tucked it under the strap that ran around her chest. “But I don't know if I can wait that long," she added, dropping down to all fours.

Mike's mouth opened and closed repeatedly as she sauntered toward him, each paw landing elegantly in line with the other, causing her shoulders to roll and her hips to sway provocatively. His attention flitted between her powerful shoulder blades moving under her fur, the lace garters on each leg, and her tail, before finally settling on her brilliant eyes that glinted mischievously. “Umm... Liiria," he croaked, clearing his throat and extending his hands to cradle her jawline once she came close. His fingers instinctively rubbed slowly through her thick fur, and he could feel the warmth of her body against his palms. “But the tech–"

“There isn't any tech coming," Liiria whispered as she stepped closer and pressed the bridge of her snout up under his chin. Being a wingless dragoness from a colder climate, her body was smaller than the average dragon in the city, and while standing, her head was level with his. “Although... Something is indeed leaking."

For a brief moment, he panicked. A leaking dishwasher could easily damage their kitchen, but then a smile grew as he realised what she meant. “Oh?" he mumbled as she nuzzled against him, her soft fur against his skin causing his heart to flutter. In return, he stroked his hands down the back of her neck, enjoying the feel of her soft lavender-coloured fur between his fingers. “Leaking, huh? Want me to take a look at it tonight?" he said, glancing at the clock on the wall. Siidah wouldn't be home for a while, but the risk of their son catching them in the act put a damper on his rising lust.

“Oh, it's urgent," Liiria whispered seductively into his ear, her voice layered with need and desire. “I don't think it can wait."

Mike held her close and looked down her body toward her rump, watching as her tail lifted slightly. “I think I can have a quick go at it before Siidah comes home," he replied, turning his head to place a kiss on her cheek.

Liiria's grin broadened, and she turned her head to press her lips against his in a brief kiss. “I called Jaaques' mom. She understood completely and offered to have him for a sleepover," she explained, moving closer so she could sit down on her haunches and lift a forepaw to wrap it around his waist.

Looking into her eyes, Mike's excitement built as he realised there was nothing stopping them. “So it's just us?" he asked, lifting his hand so he could stroke along her neck fur. “For the whole night?"

“Just us…" Liiria replied, leaning in closer so she could whisper into his ear once more. “And the couch, the kitchen counter, and every surface in this room," she added, causing Mike's heart to skip a beat. “So, what's going to be first?"

Swallowing, Mike grinned and pressed his cheek against hers while moving his hand up to the other side of her head so he could hold her close. “Well, in that case…" he replied and, without moving his head, scanned the room for ideas. His eyes lingered on the couch and the dark fantasy book he had bought her, a bookmark showing the significant progress she had made that day. His imagination ran rampant with the possible positions they could try, before he looked towards the kitchen counter, and imagined her sprawled across it while he took her standing. Between the couch and the television, the low coffee table offered a collection of unique possibilities. All were viable options that made the front of his jeans bulge, yet he found it hard to decide between all of them as her forepaws stroked around his hip and towards his groin.

A soft gasp escaped his lips as her paw moved to gently knead his cock and balls through the dense fabric. He knew she could feel the firmness growing rapidly, and he turned his head to look lovingly into her eyes. Having helped her with her heat before, he had a strong suspicion how and what she needed, something that he was only too eager to give it to her. “You don't want it slow, do you?" he asked softly, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“I would bite you if you tried," Liiria remarked. Usually, on the rare occasions they found themselves with enough time to enjoy one another, they tried to make their moments last as long as possible. However, with her cycle in full swing and having spent most of the day reading filth, they both knew she needed to be properly taken to feel any semblance of normal again. “I want you to take me like they do in that book you got me."

“Oh?" Mike asked with amusement and turned his head to look into her eyes, one eyebrow raised. “Which part? When the Hììjì tricked the elf king into joining his forces with hers by pretending to be a maid?" he asked, grinning as his mate looked back in stunned surprise. “You are already in costume," he chuckled, stroking his hand along the edge of her lacy attire. Judging by her wide-eyed expression, it was clear that she hadn't considered he would read it, yet alone buy a second copy just for him. “Or, when she must pick a rider out of the four princes and commands them to fight over her?" he added before swallowing and brushing the back of his hand along her cheek. “Or, when the dark prince takes her in the depths of her heat–"

“That!"

Understanding his assignment, Mike stroked his hands down the sides of her neck and caressed her shoulders. He held her gaze and lowered his voice in an attempt at a low growl. “Well then, my little 'ness. What are you waiting for? Permission?" he asked, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment at his attempt to sound powerful, but he grinned as Liiria's eyes widened and her mouth parted in elation. “On the couch, then. That's where I'll make you my queen."

“Mm-Mike? Oh, yes!" Liiria gasped with a smile and obeyed as he guided her with his hands toward the side of the couch. Her whole body jolted when he playfully swatted her rump, causing the frills on her maid outfit to ripple. This dominant roleplay was new to both of them, but the idea of experimenting excited them.

“O-on your back," Mike ordered, his voice wavering slightly as he began to unbuckle his belt. “I won't ask you again… Maleñka." he was glad that Liiria didn't laugh at his attempt to speak her native language. Instead, she grinned playfully and bounded onto the couch before lying down. First, she settled on her side, then rolled over further, tucking her forepaws against her chest submissively. His gaze roamed over her, pausing on her maid outfit and the way her chest rose and fell with her quickened breaths. Then he looked lower, to her soft underside and between her thick, furred thighs. Nestled between them, framed by the straps of her outfit, was the source of her need. Puffy, swollen, and damp, her slit stood out against the pale fur of her underside. Without hesitation, Mike undid his jeans and pulled them down, then tugged his button-up shirt off over his head.

“Oh Mike," Liiria exclaimed as her human stripped. Tilting her head to watch, she kept her hind legs pointing toward the ceiling until he was finished, then parted them further. “Please—"

He heard her breath hitch as he leaned over her, supporting himself with his arms on either side of her waist. “Soon," he replied firmly. Instead of lowering himself onto her, he wrapped his arms under her midsection. Lifting her rump, he pulled her hips to the edge of the couch, then let his hands work around her waist. Her tail, sprawled over the edge and onto the floor, swayed to one side until he knelt down and straddled it with his bare thighs. Slowly tracking kisses down the inside of her thighs, he made his way toward her dripping pussy.

He knew she was ready, but as he pressed his lips to her pussy and looked up along her body, he saw her craning her head to watch. Pressing his tongue against the base of her slit, he looked her square in the eyes as he slowly traced up her vent, smiling as her hips undulated in need. “Mike… Mike, you don't have—to!!" her voice hitched when he mashed his lips to the apex of her slit and plunged his tongue into her heated body.

Moving his arms under her, he wrapped them around her waist and hooking his fingers around her hips like a drake may hold her while rutting her from behind. With a fervor that made the dragon's toes clench, Mike began to eat Liiria out, causing her to let out a mixture of needy whines and moans. All semblance of dignity and refinement was lost as she groaned out an attempt at his name and rode the waves of pleasure he gave her. For Mike, her body was intoxicating—against his tongue he could feel just how hot, wet, and responsive she had become. Every stroke against a sensitive spot a few inches inside her passage made her entire body shudder and shake uncontrollably. Rotating his head from side to side, he closed his eyes and focused on the task at hand as she swore repeatedly. “Fuck—Mike—oh-fuck, ngghesss!!" She wailed, her voice music to his ears.

Mike's cock throbbed against the underside of her tail and began to leak pre into her soft fur, but neither of them paid it any attention as he swirled his tongue over the most sensitive areas of her passage. His grip tightened on her thighs as she arched her back in ecstasy, his hands tricking the primal part of her mind into believing she was held by a drake. Swallowing, Mike's mouth was flooded with her unique flavour, savouring it briefly, he then resumed flicking and lapping at her puffy folds with increased fervor.

“Gods, Mike, yes!" Liiria cried as she thrashed from side to side. Between his unyielding grip on her hips and her pinned tail, there was little she could do other than enjoy the devious treatment he was giving her. Of course, she didn't mind. Her breathing was irregular and rapid as he plunged deeper and stroked the tip of his tongue up her walls before flicking it in and out against her pearl. With years of practice, Mike knew every sensitive spot, every tender ridge, and exactly how to keep her at the edge of blissful relief.

Growling low in his throat with his lips pressed to her snatch, Mike grinned as the vibrations made his mate swear and her back lift from the cushions. He could feel her tail squirm and shake beneath him as she tried to process the pleasure he was giving her, but he held her down with a firm grip—just the way she wanted.

Grinding his hard length against the underside of her tail, Mike continued to lap and probe his tongue into his dragoness before finally relenting and giving her one last kiss at the top of her vent. Gasping for breath, he tilted his head with her arousal dripping from his chin and watched with hungry eyes as her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow pants. Finally, Liiria managed to regain control of her neck and lifted her head to look down at him.

“Fuck… Mike…Yes." she gasped. Her own breathing had become ragged, but Mike simply grinned as he let go of her hips and pressed his body between her thighs.

Moving over her while holding her gaze until his head was inches from hers, he briefly kissed her between her nostrils before giving a small nod. “Ready?" he asked before catching himself and grinning. “I mean, get ready," he added in a lower voice, then leaned closer to her fluffy, long ears and whispered just loud enough for her to hear, “Because I'm going to fuck you until you swell with my clutch, and then I'm gonna keep going to make sure." He heard her let out a needy whine that made his heart swell with pride. They both knew he couldn't get her gravid, but that didn't stop them from pretending, and with her body in its hyper-fertile state, it was exactly what she needed to hear.

“Mike, yes–" she hissed, wrapping her large paws around his shoulders, desperate for him to press into her.

Kissing her on the cheek, Mike reached between them and angled his hard cock towards her vent. With a small push of his hips, he found his mark and sank in just enough to part her with his tip. Every fibre of his body longed to thrust in and begin making love to his mate, but as he stroked his hand up her underside and across the lacy fabric of her maid's corset, he smiled into her ear.

“Say please–"

“Gods, Mike, please!" Liiria begged loudly and wrapped her hind legs around his buttocks to pull him down into her. “I need this, nowwwwnnngh," her words were lost in a blissful moan that escaped her maw as he finally pressed into her.

Groaning next to her ear, Mike's eyes scrunched closed as he felt her wet heat envelop his cock. Every inch felt like nirvana, and as he bottomed out inside his mate, he couldn't help but jolt forward with a sharp hump against her. He knew he wasn't as well endowed as drake, but neither of them cared as he pulled back and drove forward again with a firmness that made her breath hitch. Mike moved his hands beside her shoulders, and held himself above her as he looked down into her bright green eyes with a hunger that made her breath hitch. “Gods, You feel so fucking good," Mike groaned as he continued to thrust into her. Sweat had begun to bead on his brow, but the intoxicating feeling of her around him, and her body tensing with each thrust, drove him on.

“Fuck, Mike, yes!" Liiria moaned as she angled her hips so he could press against more sensitive areas of her passage. With him looming over her, she felt safe and secure, her subconscious telling her that this was exactly where she needed to be.

The room echoed with their desperate breathing, the wet sounds of his hard cock pistoning in and out of her, and the muted sound of his body against her furred hide. Mike knew he would have another chance with her but still tried to hold out as he delivered each blissful thrust. Adjusting his footing, he shifted so he was once again close to her body and leaned in, to press his mouth into where her neck joined her body. Pressing against her with his hips, he ground his cock deep inside her while burying his face in her soft fur and carefully bit her throat. Even though his teeth lacked the sharpness or power of a dragon's, he felt her whole body shudder and convulse in pleasure at the mock mating bite. Her passage spasmed hard around him, and he groaned against her before pulling his hips back and beginning to thrust fast and frantically.

They both knew his peak was coming, and as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, he gripped fistfuls of fur and hammered away to convince her body it was a dragon taking her. Letting go of her throat briefly, he pressed his lips against the underside of her jaw in a hurried kiss before nuzzling her cheek. “I'm close—" he groaned between breaths and was rewarded as her forepaws wrapped around his shoulders. “Cum… cum for me, Liiria… my—my love," he groaned into her fur and felt her quiver like a leaf clinging to a branch in a storm's tempest.

The slick friction of her passage around his cock changed as she held him tighter with her forepaws. Her own pleasure built rapidly as he continued to thrash his hips against hers. A mixture of their arousal clung to his pistoning cock and dripped down his balls, a testament to their passion. Every frantic thrust of his hips against hers caused her passage to clamp down on him tighter and tighter, as the wet sounds echoed off of the walls. Each pull-back was met with her walls clinging to him, desperate for him not to leave; then, as he drove back in, they parted to welcome him. “Tak–O–Tak!!!" Liiria cried in her native tongue, throwing her head back against the couch and pressing it down hard enough to lift her shoulders.

Not missing the opportunity, Mike quickly wrapped his arms under her and held her tight as her climax washed through her. The powerful muscles throughout her body shuddered and tensed, making her momentarily stiff before convulsing under his still-thrusting hips. Throughout Liiria's long cry of ecstasy, and as her body became awash with endorphins, Mike bit his lip. The man scrunched his eyes closed and held her tight as he tried desperately not to finish and keep delivering further thrusts. However, his battle was lost once her walls clamped down on him and began to almost milk his throbbing cock.

“Fuuu–ck," Mike groaned as he thrust one last time and held himself as deep as possible in her sweltering depths. Thick, heavy pulses of hot seed erupted from his tip and surged deep into her body. His balls, mashed against her vent, twitched with each jet of cum, and his cock throbbed as it bred her as best he could.

Holding himself close, Mike rode out his climax with her before gasping for breath. His ragged panting matched that of his mate, whose head was still thrown back with her maw open and tongue lolling off to one side. “Sorry…" he gasped and pressed his face into her fur. “Sorry I was late."

Liiria didn't reply right away but continued to pant to catch her breath. Instead, her paws gently caressed Mike's sweaty back as she crooned in bliss. “It's okay," she finally murmured between pants. “You're here now... and…" Pausing to swallow, she curled her neck so she could hold Mike's gaze. “Siidah has school tomorrow."

A knowing smile formed on Mike's face, and, as his cock began to soften, he pulled out and rolled onto his back beside her. Shuffling closer, he wormed an arm under her shoulders and rolled her to drape her across his sweaty body. The weight of her limbs strewn across him and the feeling of her soft, silky, fur against his skin was a feeling that Mike would never tire off. Holding her closely with one arm, he enjoyed the feeling of her body against his and combed his fingers through the fur on her back. With his other hand, he reached to gently place it on her jaw and used his thumb to caress her cheek. “Well, I'm thinking maybe the cafe will be unexpectedly closed."

His mate used her paws to pull herself closer and snuggled into Mike. “Are you sure Geevin will cope?" she asked teasingly, lifting her paw just enough to trace a single claw delicately along his bare chest.

“Oh, he will live," Mike replied and continued to stroke her cheek while looking into her eyes. “Besides, there are a few scenes in that book that I wouldn't mind trying… if you're keen," he said and returned her growing smile with a kiss on the tip of her snout. “Have you got up to the bit where Hììjí has to broker a deal between the hippogriff kingdom and the–"

“What! No! Shh-shh-shh, she has only just met them!" Liiria exclaimed and playfully batted his chest with her paw.

“Oh, well… you are going to love that… exchange," Mike teased and gently moved his hand down from her cheek, slowly stroking along her neck and chest to where her maid's outfit wrapped her body. “Let's just say, the stuff with the dark prince looks safe for work in comparison."

“Oh really?" Liiria asked, her eyes lighting up as she wriggled herself closer and slipped a hind leg under his calves to nestle him as close as possible. “How about this then. We read, and then when I get to the good bits, we try it out. It could be fun."

Mike didn't need to be asked twice.