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There was a saying in Soltaria: ‘whores don't get old. They just get better.’

It was true, of course. The number of magic and non magic means a prostitute could access to take care of their bodies was practically infinite, and it allowed them to retain their beauty and vigor even by the time old age was supposed to have siphoned them all away. As good as medicine and magic remedies were though they could not slow time, and every day spent using a spell to keep one’s breasts large and perky or keep a cock hard despite the years passing was one more crack in the illusion of perfection. Nero found that out one late night, when she went to Carmilla’s home and she opened the door and he saw her hair were now gray. She was still beautifull of course - her skin still toned, her body still slender, her tits still soft and perky - but her usual fiery red hair was replaced by a paĺlid gray. It did not diminish her beauty one bit, but it was the first time Nero truly realized Carmilla was getting old.

“Oh goodnes,” she said as her eyes widened. “Nero, dear. You’re a little early.”

“I’m always a bit early,” he said. “Do I disturb?”

“No, no, of course not,” she said. “It’s just that my hair - I can’t seem to make them recover their color despite how many conditioners I use.”

He shrugged. “I don’t mind. You look as beautiful as always to me.”

The woman snorted. “Flattery won’t grant you a discount, you know that.”

“Not searching for one, Carmilla. Just someone to empty my balls in. Know anybody who’d be up to it?”

Carmilla chuckled. “Come in, you pervert. You’re gonna catch a cold out there.”

She wasn’t wrong. Soltaria was in the middle of winter, and the temperatures were so low even a dragon like him could feel the frost against his scales. He entered Carmilla’s out and she closed the door behind him. “Give me a minute to finish,” she said as she sat in front of a mirror in the living room. “I still have to put on my make-up.”

“You know I don’t care about those things.”

“And you know you aren’t my only client,” she said. “As much ad I appreciate you enjoying me the way the gods make me, I can’t lose the habit of putting on make up.”

Nero shrugged. He looked around the living room. Carmilla was a woman who did not love luxury and all there was in the room was a table, a couch and the chimney. Furniture lined the walls, but it was full mostly of family herlooms and gifts from past lovers and clients. Piles of books of any shape and size crowned them, some so old they had to be worth a fortune. Not that Carmilla would care.

“How was the week?” Nero said. “Everything alright with the job?”

“I’d say so,” she said with a smile. “When you reach the point of my career where your clients are mostly the affectionate ones who refuse to let you go, trouble doesn’t find you often.”

“Is that a hint of tiredness I hear?” He said. “You thinking of quitting?”

“Oh gods, no,” she replied with a laugh. “Not yet at least. I’m still having fun enough to keep me going. But…” she sighed. “Sooner or later I’ll have to close the legs, as they say in my profession. That day is coming closer and closer and, well - thoughts like that keeps you up at night sometimes.”

“You have ebough money to live for another hundred years without working a day in your life. If you stopped…”

“It’s not the money that I care about,” she said. “I truly like this job. You know I do. I enjoy the sex, and the talk I have with the clients before and after the sex.” She sighed. “Once that’s over, I’m afraid I’ll feel a bit lonely.”

“I live near here, you know,” he said. “I’ll always come give you a visit, wheter you’re working or not.”

Carmilla smiled. She finished her conditioners, her hair a deep red once again. “I know, Nero,” she said. “That’s why you’re my favorite client.”

“I’m sure that you say that to everybody that pays for full nights.”

“Oh, I do,” she replied. “But you’re the only one that does, so…”

She turned around and stood up. “How do I look?”

Nero gave her another look. Carmilla was a tall woman, almost seven feet tall and with a strong core despite her slender body. He supposed he had to have one to support breasts and hips like hers, but he’d always suspected she had fae ancestry in her blood. “You know how you look,” Nero said. “The soltarian Empress herself doesn’t hold a candle to you.”

Carmilla laughed. “I already told you, flattery will get you nowhere.” She put her hands on her hips. “You know the rules. You want to fuck my brain's out, you got to show me the gold first.”

Nero grabbed his satchel and started rustling in it. “I was waiting for you to say that,” he said as he pulled out a single piece of gold. “Give a look at this;” he said.

Carmilla took the piece of gold in her hand and started studying it. When she realized what it was, her eyes widened. “Lords above;” she said. “This is a Pnemurian tablet! How did you get your hands on this?”

Nero laughed. “The only way you can get it. I slipped into a Pnemurian tomb and fought wraths and revenants until I managed to find something valuable. Wasn’t easy, but I think it was worth it.” He tilted his head towards the treasure. “You like it?”

“Like it?” She said. “Nero, this piece alone is worth more than I made in the last ten years. I once gave you a blowjob in exchange for twenty bioms. What do you want me to do for this? Fuck the soltarian army along with all their horses?”

Nero laughed. “Nothing so extreme,” he said. “But I was going to ask you if you’re free for the next month.”

“Month?” She repeated. “You want to have me for a month?”

“That’s what I said, wasn’t it?”

“Nero, you’re a dragon,” she said. “With all my potion and my magic I could barely keep up with you for a week - one month could kill me.”

Nero rolled his eyes up. “I’m not asking to fuck a month straight, I’m just asking for an exclusive contract. For thirty days, you only have sex with me. You can spend the rest of the time however you want, you can even send me home after we’re done for the night if you’d like. If you think that’s too much intimacy for you, I’ll just pay you with ordinary bioms and be on my way by tomorrow.”

Carmilla looked at the tablet. “I don’t understand,” she said. “I’m not some new spry young thing to enjoy to your heart’s content. You’ve been with me hundreds of time. Why offer me this kind of a deal?”

Nero shook his head. “Forget about that. You just have to say yes or no, and then we decide how you want things to play out.”

“Well of course I’m gonna say yes,” she said, almost annoyed. “But then what? Do you just park on my couch and have me at your whims all month?”

“If you want,” he replied. “I told you, we choose how this deal works together.”

“And what was your idea?”

“My idea?” He paused. “I’m not sure. I was thinking of spending the night rutting like beasts and then spend some time together by day just - I don’t know, just talking, or reading, or going for a stroll. Things like that. Would that be fair to you?”

Carmilla took a moment to reply. “I’ve had other vlients offer me these kinds of deals before,” she said, her tone measured. “You do realize I’m not going to fall in love with you if we do this, right? As much as I care about you, this is just a job for me.”

“Fine. Then I’ll just spend the nights here, and be gone for the rest of the day.”

Carmilla sighed. “I do not like that either,” she said. “You’re my oldest client and my favorite. From a professional standpoint, I’d feel guilty for wasting your gold.” she sat at the table. “I don’t know what to say. You’re the client, so - we can try your way if you want. Just don’t expect us to be constantly near each other for a month straight.”

“Didn’t think so,” he said. “You know what? I have an idea.”

Carmilla’s eyebrows furrowed. “What kind of idea?”

“We spend the night fucking, every night for a month,” he said. “The rest of the day we can spend however we like. But every day, after lunch, one must tell the other a story. Something to get us going. By the end of the month, we decide which one was the better storyteller. Does it work for you?”

Carmilla seemed to think about it for a moment, then nodded. “It works for me. Do you want to start today, or - “

Ner grunted. He lowered his head and pushed it against her flat belly. “Not today,” he said. “I don’t think either of us needs to ‘get going’ right now.”

Carmilla grinned. He was right, of course: his cock was already almost fully out of his sheath, and her potions had already started working on her, a thick line of her slick running down her legs to testimony it.

“Alright then,” she said as her hands caressed his scaled chin. “I’m all yours. What do you have in it for me tonight?”

Nero lowered his head and kissed her. It could only be called kiss in the broadest sense: the lips contact was minimal, and he did most of the job by pushing his tongue into her mouth and down her throat. Carmilla had long since lost her gag reflex, but the appendage was so gargantuan she still struggles to fit it comfortably in her throat. Her eyes watered as his tongue invaded her body pushing more and more down her neck to the point he made it bulge out, and then he retracted and took a step back, a thick line of saliva connecting their mouths. “Take your clothes off.”

She couldn't wait to do so. Her dress was light and thin and it came off as if it were nothing, uncovering her large breast and svelte curves and wide hips. At once he lowered his head again and took both her nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling at them with fervor. Carmilla moaned and groaned as he suckled greedily, but when his hands raised from the ground to grope her smooth, soft flesh she had to stop him.

“Hold on,” she groaned. “Hold on. You keep going like this and you’ll make me fall.”

Nero looked down. Her legs were trembling and shaking like a newborn deer again. He nodded, then grabbed her by the sides and carried her to bed like a husband would carry his bride. She tried to speak, but before she could say anything he spread her legs and buried his snout between them. Her cunt was soaking wet already, her labia red and engorged. It clenched rhythmically in front of his eyes and not a second passed before he opened his jaws and engulfed it within his maws conpletely. Carmilla groaned as he started running his tongue up and down her slit, careful to avoid her clitoris not to overstimulate her. He went on like this for a time, passing the flat of his tongue on her labia and then on the inside of her thighs and then on her labia again. When his work started showing its results and her clitoris stood proud and fat atop her lips he took his in his mouth and gave it a gentle suck.

Carmilla groaned aloud and came right here and then, her juices filling his mouth and her legs clumping instinctively around his head. He kept going at the same rhytm, the same movements over and over again, the ones that made her come hard and fast every time. He had memorized them decades earlier and had never forgotten them. Carmilla often said he enjoyed making her cum more than he enjoyed cumming himself and she was right.

When she came again, Nero grabbed her by the hips and turned her on her belly. A jet of juices spurted out of her as he started sucking her clit again, her hands pressing against the mattress and her pendolous breasts trembling and shaking with each vibration of her hips. The bed was already soaked, in part thanks to the juices Carmilla was squirting and in part thanks to the copious amount of pre-cum dripping from Nero’s erect cock. When she came a fourth time she screamed for him to stop, stop, and so he did. He leaned her on the mattress and she rolled on her back, her chest raising up and down, up and down until its frantic movements calmed a bit.

Carnilla stared at the ceiling, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused. “Gods,” she said. “What has gotten into you tonight? You didn’t eat me out like that since…”

“A lot of time ago, I know,” he said. “I wanna show you what I’m offering beside the gold.”

Carmilla chuckled. “Trying to corrupt a whore via sex?” She said with a smile. “A bold choice to say the least.”

“Trust the process,” he said, and then crawled atop her. He planted his arms and legs at the side of her body and leaned his head down to nip at her neck. She moaned, but her focus was not on his teeth - it was lower, way lower, where his balls sprouted from his body and his cock jutted out of his sheath. It was so big and long now that in that position it touched her chest. They had rutted like beasts more times than either of them could count and they both know she could take it with some stretching, but seeing it always made her chest beat hard - chest that was now being covered by spurt after spurt of precum as thick and dense as honey. She pushed her hands into it and spread it all over her body, the seed boiling - a good way to stay warm in the chill of winter as any. He kept lapping at her neck until he felt her body relaxed and pliable once again, then lined up his dripping cockhead to her slit and pushed it in.

He could not bury himself in her all at once obviously. In truth, he couldn’t bury himself at all - there was just not enough space inside her. But she was tight and wet, and her walls clung to him with the strength of a vice. He’d only put the crown of his cock inside it, and already her cunt clenched and contracted as if asking for more. A spurt of scalding precum jetted out of him and filled her instantly, sending her body into a fit.

He grunted. “You’re receptive today,” he said. “I like it.”

She groaned and wralled her legs around his back, a feat of gymnastics worthy of praise. “Shut up and work that fat fucking cock inside me,” she said. He laughed. The encouragement was appreciated but not needed. Slowly and steadily he pushed his cock inside her with little thrust of his hips, each one accompanied by a spurt of cum or a squirt of juices. They were both as soaked as soaked can be, but he still had to be careful. One wrong move and he could hurt her with ease.

Then something gave in and her cunt took everything it could take in less than a second.

Carmilla screamed as a sudden orgasm tore through her while Nero growled, a spurt of pre so fat it bulged his urethra as it spurted out and filled her womb. He should have stopped and repositioned himself, but he didn’t. The pleasure was too much and soon he found himself fucking his cock into her as wildly as he could without hurting her. Carmilla’s eyes rolled in the back of her head, and though she did not have the strength to match his thrusts her body did its best to welcome his cock in the best way possible - with clenching and tightening, and an avalanche of orgasm so fit neither of them could tell when one started and the other finished.

Nero let out a sudden roar and grabbed her by the thighs. He stood up and brought her waist and legs with him, a position that allowed him to penetrate her deeper, and then started to fuck into her with more vigor. Every trust now coincided with more squirts of juices, every clench of her cunt a new rope of seed. Nero’s loins were on fire now, their heat mounting and mounting, signaling he was almost ready to explode. He grit his teeth and kept fucking her until the pleasure broke the dam, and he roared again as his cock inflated and a torrent of boiling semen instantly filled Carmilla and bloated her like a baloon. The sensation of her womb being inundated hit her too, and her eyes shot wide open as an orgasm stronger than all the those that came before hit her with the strength of a behemoth.

Minute after minute passed, but neither of their orgasms subsided. Nero grit his teeth and fucked her through his climax, but she could do nothing but lay down and take it, and soon the sensation became too much. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and her body slamped like a broken doll, her movement now dictated by how he decifed she had to move.

Finally, Nero’s orgasm’s started to subside, and he slowly pulled out of her. Semen kept pouring out of his shaft in waves and he stroked his length from the roots of his cock to the tip as his cockhead spurted rope after rope of semen on Carmilla, covering her body from cunt to head in layer after layer of opaque white until it was just white. Once he was finally done he fell next to her on the soaked mattress, his cock still half hard, and leaned his head back.

“Gods,” he said, almost chuckling. “That was a good one.”

/

Hours passed in silence. Nero did not sleep as Carmilla did, but he rested, and that’s a luxury dragon seldom had in those days. For a long time he lay awake in the dark, alone with his thoughts, until he heard Carmilla groan and saw her shift next to him.

“You alright, girl?” He asked.

Carmilla didn’t reply. For a little while she stared in the dark with him, her hands placed on her cum-streaked belly, strands of semen leaking down her cheeks. She blinked once, twice, then turned toward him.

“I think I’d like to hear the story now,” she said as she stared in his eyes, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

Nero laughed. “The stories are supposed to be told before fucking each other silly, not after."

“I know,” you said. “Tell it to me anyway.”

Nero took a deep sigh. “Alright,” he said. “You ever heard the story of the fae and the mortal who asked her to help his mate bear a child?”

“There are thousands of stories like that,” she said.

“I know. But this is a gryphon one. A hen I fucked into unconsciousness a couple of times told it to me.”

Carmilla stayed still for a moment, then nodded. “Tell me.”

Nero smiled.