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Cronic stepped up to the large red door, taking a moment to clear his head and take a deep breath, ruffling out his wings, straightening out the bowtie around his neck and smoothing back his mane. He was nervous. His professor had invited him over for lunch rather unexpectedly, which for the hardworking and studious young drake meant that he would have the chance to maybe smooze his teacher into giving him a better grade. He already had a good one, but what would be the harm in a better one. After a few long and arduous seconds, he lifted up his forepaw and tapped upon the wooden frame of the rather lavish looking home.

Footsteps could be heard moving about inside, a light airy voice calling from within, definitely female, which meant that it must have been his professor's mate. Cronic nodded to himself, taking a mental note that he would have to remember to try and be extra charming and courteous around the dragoness to impress Dr. Drakoone.

Finally, that door swung open, and a large blue drake stared down at the white feral dragon that was standing there beaming up at him, returning the smile and beckoning him inside.

"Ah, Cronic! Glad you could make it. Lunch was put back a bit, so I hope you don't mind eating a little later than we had planned."

The white drake shook his head and started to make his way into the professor's home, glancing around casually and getting a feel for how the blue dragon lived. "No! It's no trouble at all. I was a little worried that I might have shown up too early," he stated, turning to face the other drake. "Anything I can do to help, Dr. Drakoone?"

The large blue dragon just chuckled, waving a dismiss paw at his young student. "You can just call me Corgen here, Cronic. No need for all of the formality," he said, turning to lead the younger drake inside. "You just make yourself at home! My wife and I can see to it that lunch gets finished. After all, you are our guest."

At that moment a very beautiful, and very slender, black dragoness stepped out in front of them from around the corner, older in years, but would rival any of the female's that Cronic knew at the University. "Actually, my dear, my share of the work is already done, so it seems that the only thing we are waiting on is for you to get started on the grill," she said, playfully, giving a light little laugh as she turned to the white dragon.

Cronic fumbled with his tongue for a moment before he could form any words, but eventually his mind caught up. "My name is, Cronic," he blurted a little bluntly, but recovered it with a small smile and an outstretched forepaw.

The dark ness gladly accepted the gesture, shaking his forepaw with her own and giving a little bow of her head. "Nice to meet you, Cronic. Corgen has mentioned you once or twice. Says that you are a promising young drake in your field. Always nice to meet the dragons that happen to catch his attention." she said as a bright smile stretched over her muzzle.

The blue dragon chuckled and shooed her away with a wing, saving Cronic from her piercing gaze and stunning looks for the moment as he moved to the kitchen to unload the meats he had bought. "That's enough, Zale. You're going to make the poor boy blush, and it is hard to get rid of that redness when you are as white as he is."

She laughed a bit, Cronic doing his best not to let his cheeks turn a little pink after both of their statements, but the slightest bit of crimson managed to surface upon his face. "I-It's no big deal Dr. Dra... I mean Corgen." he said, a little odd calling his professor by his first name.

The dragoness, which he now knew was named Zale, hummed and made her way out the back door where the grill was located, busying herself with setting up all of the utensils and starting up the fire for when her husband came out to grill. Cronic couldn't help but watch her just a bit, though, he was careful about how long he let his stares linger, not about to upset his teacher by letting the blue dragon catch him ogling his wife.

"Well, time for me to start cooking up these steaks so that we can get this luncheon started," Crogen stated with some gusto, drawing in a deep breath and breathing in the scents of the raw meat in front of him. "Cronic, feel free to relax and hang out in the living room if you would like, or grab a drink while I cook. Hopefully my old lady doesn't bore you too much while I am busy." The professor cast her a grin as he passed her coming back inside, the black ness rolling her eyes and glaring at him, as the large blue laughed at his own joke and started setting up to grill just outside the door.

Zale returned to the kitchen, starting to put away things she no longer needed and tossing her used utensils in the sink to be washed later, all while Cronic just sort of stood there awkwardly, not sure what he should say to her. Did she have any interest in what her husband taught to them? Or maybe she prefered to leave the blue's work outside the house? He hummed to himself, deciding to just move over to the couch and hop up to relax, attempting to make a little small talk instead.

"So what do you do for work, Zale?" he asked, a moment of regret right after as he thought that maybe she didn't work.

The black dragoness turned her head to glance back at the white drake, giving him a smirk before she tossed the last of her dirty dishes into the sink. "Me? I am just a councilor of sorts. I tend to deal with young dragons that are having trouble coping with the stress of their studying and grades. Can be very rewarding work, and at other times, you really get to see the lack of determination that comes with some of the slackers." As she had been talking, the dragoness had made her way to join Cronic in the living room, sliding up on the couch beside him.

The white drake nodded his head, having had to deal with plenty of dragons that didn't take their schooling as seriously as they should have. "I find that if you just put in the time and limit your distractions, the work becomes a whole lot easier."

She nodded in agreement. "With such simple thinking like that, I can see why my mate took such a liking to you."

"He works hard and keeps his scores up. Can hardly say the same about most of the others in his class," the blue dragon stated from outside.

Cronic puffed up his chest a bit with pride, happy that both his professor and his mate thought so highly of him. "Yeah, well, I just want to get through the rest of this semester with the same mindset." he said, grinning brightly. "What do you do besides, counseling? I don't imagine that is a full time job."

Zale laughed a bit, giving an airy tilt of her head and shrugging her shoulders as she leaned back against the back of the couch, "I like to tend to my house mainly. A bit of a neat freak like that. However, I do love to garden and I was once a first string violinist back in my younger years, so I tend to dabble in that now and again." she stated, rolling her eyes. "You know. The usual exciting things that come with being the wife of a professor." As she continued to speak, the dragoness had been gesturing her paws, swinging them about in a casual fashion that had led them nearer to that white drake beside her, cupping up and around one of his nuts as he had been distracted with her speech.

"Haha, very funny!" the blue dragon outside scoffed, tending to the food he was cooking.

Cronic's eyes shot open wide, about to squeal as he felt her paw so gracefully wrap around one of his balls, but a firm claw from her other paw against his lips limited the noise to just a quiet squeak as she stared at him sternly for a moment, silencing him. "You like to make jokes about how boring I am, so I think it is only fair," she said, bantering back at her husband while at the same time she had her one paw wrapped around the young dragon next to her, silently smiling at him as those claws of hers were rubbing him up and giving firm squeezes near the base of his sheath.

Cronic was still far too dumbfounded to react, body frozen as his mind tried to cope with the fact that his professor's mate had just grabbed hold of his balls and was now rolling them between her digits as she continued to conversate with her husband as if it wasn't even happening.

The blue dragon outside huffed indignantly and quickly changed the subject, unaware of what was going on just around the corner of that door leading into his home. "So, Cronic, how goes your studying for your exams? Only have a couple of weeks left to prepare."

The white drake grit his teeth, realizing that he was being addressed and clearing his throat as he tried to ignore the paw that had started kneading its way up his sheath and forcing the head of his cock to poke free. "O-Oh! Uhmm... So f-far it is going well. I have had a few late nights trying to..."

"Corgen, dear," Zale suddenly cut in, "I am sure the last thing that Cronic wants to talk about is his studies. He has been focusing on that for weeks now, and it would be nice to give him a break so he can enjoy his evening with us." That paw of hers moved up and down along his sleeve, gripping him tighter the more the scales filled out, working at his hidden flesh as he fought not to make a noise.

"Wh-What are you doing?!" he whispered in a panic, placing his paw down on top of her foreleg to try and stop her.

Zale hushed him with a stern glare once more, before returning her attention to her husband. "Why not instead you tell him about your expedition time with your own professor? I'm sure he would love to hear about how you got started doing the work that you do!" Her words were laced with more than just the mere suggestion, peering firmly at the dragon in her paw and gripping him intently as she not so subtly hinted for him to agree.

"Y-Yeah that would be great!" Cronic nearly squeaked out as her paw moved from his sheath to his half erect cock, wrapping her fingers around the girth and stroking it.

"Well, well!" Corgen exclaimed, a little more pep in his voice, the drake clearly eager to share his exploits with others. "When I was just a bit younger than yourself, Cronic, my professor invited me to go on a..."

And just like that the blue dragon started to prattle on about his past, seeming that the dragon was long winded in and out of the classroom, considering some of the lectures that Cronic had sat through.

However, this one was far different than any of the others, because this time there was a very attractive ness sitting beside him, carefully working her paw up and down his stiffening length till he was at full mast! She just stared at him as her husband continued to droll on about his tale, talking up into the air, not realizing that the two just beyond the door were distracted with other things.

Cronic was biting into his lower lip as he fought to stifle any sounds that his body was attempting to make, puffing out his nose a few times as he stared straight ahead into the gaze of that dragoness that had wrapped her digits around his member. Those claws certainly knew what they were doing, pressing up tight against his flesh as she glided her paw up and down on his spire, gathering up the pre that had begun to leak from him and smearing it along his girth so that he didn't get any stains on her couch.

Cronic whined and gripped her pumping foreleg in his paw, trying to slow it down, but it seemed that she wasn't going to be deterred from her quick, heavy strokes of his dick. "Z-Zale please..." he whispered through his thick breaths, "Y-You have to stop! If he catches us I will be... Ngfffh!" She cut him off as her fist suddenly closed around his tip and squeezed, one of his paws clapping over the end of his snout to keep from moaning as she started to twist her paw around over the bulb of his head.

The dragoness hadn't even been phased by his begging, just smirking at him as he held the end of his nose in his paws and she slid herself a little closer beside him so that she had an easier time reaching down between his hind legs and was able to grip and pull at more of his cock as she spoke with her husband, interrupting the story briefly.

"Tell him about how you were mistaken for rebels while you were out of country!" she said, adding kindling to the story so that her husband's spark reignited and he continued to recant his adventures anew.

Just around the corner, the proffesor's student was gripping hard at the cushions on his couch, mouth open in a soundless pant as he struggled to keep his breathing slow as his heart pounded in his chest. That dragoness was working along his cock with her paw better than he thought that he could even do himself. Her digits tickled, squeezed, gripped, and pulled at every sensitive tingly spot that was along his shaft, quickly building him up into a steady stream of pre that was drooling from his tip, her gathering it up quickly and just smearing it over him.

All the while, the dragoness never took her eyes off of him, just peering deep into his, her features so serene and calm as her mate rambled on outside. She was so confident, not a worry in the world as her chest rose and fell in steady rhythms, matching the pace at which she was just kneading at the young dragon's dick and pushing pleasure up through his spine. She smiled softly, giving Cronic a slow little wink as he continued to just gaze back at her, confused, lust driven, and terrified all at the same time, yet her confidence and her hold on his dick kept him from making a peep. She was just drinking it all in.

Eventually, however, Cronic began to break down, and rapidly at that. This churning tirade of emotion and pleasure was quickly building to a climax, and he snapped out of his blissful stupor long enough to let out a panicked squeak as he felt his balls starting to tighten up and he clenched every muscle he had to hold back. "Zale! Y-You have to... Stop! ... You're going to m-make..." Once more a hard squeeze at him was enough to silence him, the dragoness turning her head toward the open door where her mate was still droning on.

"Dear!" she chirped, "I just had a lovely idea! Why don't you go grab your old photo albums out of your study and we can look through them while we eat." Her hand had slowed just enough to keep the young drake from popping then and there, but his hips were squirming and his breath was caught in his throat as she was toying with him right at the edge of his peak.

"That's a terrific idea!" he mate agreed with gusto, hearing him drop down the untensils he had been holding and padding off across their backyard to the small shed at the other end of the yard. "Keep an eye on the steak's, darling, I should be back shortly."

"Will do, my love!" she called back singsongy, once more focusing her gaze on that writhing, whimpering drake next to her struggling to just push himself over into his orgasm at this point, anything to release the aching in his cock that she was teasing him at. "I better take care of you quickly, so that our dinner doesn't burn," she stated, almost too casually for what she was holding in her paws.

Cronic stared at her confused and needy, not sure what she was planning on doing, but his eyes shot open wide as she suddenly tucked her head down and he let out a squeal as her maw just wrapped around his pole. That paw moved away, replaced by the warm wet embrace of her muzzle as she sank deep on to his dick, pushing him down till he felt his tip pop into her throat. And then that tongue wrapped around him. That wet writhing muscle coiling him and just pumping up and down his prick in an attempt to drive him over his edge.

It worked like a charm too! Mere seconds after she had swallowed him, Cronic was arching his back forward, paws gripping at the back and arm of the couch as his cock erupted in the dragoness throat, too afraid to grab hold of the horns of another dragon's mate as she was taking his load straight down her gullet. He could feel her drinking him down, every pulse of his dick followed by a loud wet swallow that pulled at the head of his pole tucked snugly behind her tonsils. Her tongue never let up for a second, making sure that she was going to pull every last strand from him that she could as the drake let out the most adorable, strangled noises above her to keep from being too loud.

Cronic was lost somewhere between his guilt and his lust, watching as his favorite professor's mate swallowed his cum, able to see it ripple down her long slender neck as her lips suckled tightly at his flesh. He felt so wrong, so dirty, this mated dragoness guzzling his syrupy slick sperm, and yet at the same time it might have been the hottest, most pleasurable experience of his life. There was such a rush of endorphins from the fear and the fact that he had a female wrapped around his dick, it was clouding out any good judgement that he might have had. All he could focus on was the ropes of cum that he was pouring into her, knowing that his load would be rolling around in her gut once he was done.

Eventually, he started to slow down, the last strands of his spunk just dribbling out into that throat, just in time for the dragoness to pull back, catch them on her tongue and then just slurp her way free of his cock. She hummed as she held that last little load in her mouth, sliding up off of the couch as she gave one more gulp, and the last of Cronic's seed went sliding down to join the rest in her belly. Without a word, the dragoness made her way outside to check on the food, leaving the white dragon alone in the wake of his climax to try and put together the pieces.

All he could do was sit there, dumbfounded, and completely frozen in the wave of confusion, guilt, pleasure and near exhaustion that washed over him. He had just cum in the throat of another dragon's mate! His professor's -wife- no less! It wasn't his fault, though! She was the one that just grabbed him, began jerking him off even after he tried to get her to stop, right?

He looked up at the door, thinking maybe he should just leave. He could just slip out while no one was around and he wouldn't have to deal with what happened. That wouldn't work, though, because he would still have to try and explain to his professor why he had just disappeared after he so kindly invited him into his home. There was no way he could avoid it being in the blue dragon's class.

Cronic was nearly whimpering as he tried to decide what to do next, so caught up in his thoughts that as Corgen stepped through the door and called out his success in locating the photo album that the white dragon nearly leapt out of his skin. He quickly collected himself, thanking his lucky stars that his cock had slid back into his sheath while he had been panicking to come up with a solution to the situation.

That professor plopped down onto the couch next to him, grinning brightly as he unfolded the large binder out on the coffee table and grinned at his student. "You are gonna love these, Cronic. You get to see what the subject your studying was like before we had all of this fancy technology!"

A few moments later and Zale walked through the door, placing down a plate of food for each of them beside the photo album, the steak that was on her own considerably smaller than the ones that she had slid over in front of her mate and Cronic.

There was a moment of confusion as Corgen glanced over at his mate's plate, tilting his gaze up at her. "Is there something wrong, my dear? You hardly got any for yourself." he asked, concern thick in his voice for her well being.

Her response was simply to smile back adoringly, leaning over and nuzzling his cheek before sitting back and explaining. "I'm sorry, my love, but I had a bit of a large lunch before this. I didn't want to tell you and ruin your plans, however."

Corgen gave a snort and frowned at her a bit. "I told you that I had invited Cronic over to eat with us almost a week ago," he complained, a little upset that she had forgotten.

A soft purr and an apologetic smile graced the dragoness' muzzle, cooing at him for forgiveness. "I'm so sorry, love. It was just so good I couldn't resist a little taste," she stated, though her eyes drifted to the white drake beside her mate, making Cronic nearly tremble as she gazed at him.

Once more, the blue drake stared at her confused, turning to look at his student, who could hardly manage a smile to ensure him that he had no idea what the black dragoness was even talking about. Corgen hummed for a few moments, before at last he just shrugged and returned to his photo album. "Ah well. Still plenty for us to enjoy, eh?"

With that, Cronic slowly let out the breath that he had been holding and stared down at the binder, anything to keep his eyes off of the dragoness that had jerked him off and drank his cum. Though, every now and then he would catch her staring, even giving him a little wave of her paw once.

It was going to be a very long night...