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The Black Booth

My afternoon was off to a good start, as I arrived to my secondary job with a bounce in my step and a belly full of sausage on a bun, wearing only a short skirt and tank top covering my voluminous chest plumage. That secondary job was operating 'The Noble Treatment' as the operation's manager on the side of my official duties during the day as Princess of Arrenthen: I took that role on to fill in my nights when I had nothing better to do and the Parliament Buildings were closed to the public.

During the day, I spent much of my time in the throne room, overlooking my parents as they tended to the needs of the people. Their job mostly consisted of signing papers, divvying up the funds gathered from taxes to the various districts and programs, and attending meetings before lunch. They then dealt with the needs of citizens on a one-by-one basis and interacted with their people until dinner.

This job bored me, but I was still obligated to keep a weather eye on their dealings due to the fact that I would be queen one day and I would be obligated to take up their duties when they relinquished the throne to me. However, since I was still a Princess and had no authority yet, I had to find my own ways to keep busy and make a little coin of my own on the side; that's where The Noble Treatment came into my life.

Though both of my parents endorsed me taking on a proper job in town because they thought it would help me with my business sense and people skills, neither were too keen on the job I chose. As a princess, I should have operated an inn or maybe run a business of some sort, but The Noble Treatment was a brothel. Sure, it was a brothel I had erected and had managed for two years with astronomical profits and outstanding customer 'service', but it was still a brothel and that was considered 'below' my royal blood. I didn't see how, since I was working both as a manager and an enforcer, and in my opinion the best rulers are the ones who relate to their people at their very base level!

If my parents ever found out I was also occasionally performing as one of the sensual physical entertainers, they would have the place demolished immediately and I would be entirely banned from ever leaving the castle until I was queen and my father dead in his grave. Honestly, I felt that was a bit of an exaggeration but I wouldn't put it past my father given how protective he was and how mad he got when he found out I was simply managing and enforcing a brothel.

To be fair, any father would have a conniption fit if they found out their daughter was a whore. My royal blood just made it worse.

I had just finished my dinner and had been released from the cloying grasp of the monotony of my princessly duties, so the rest of the night was mine! My afternoon was setting up to be a wonderful one because I had invited my mate Vaulix to my place of work to have a good time with me in the office of The Noble Treatment, since abusing my power to pleasure myself was how I chose to enjoy my free time. That was pretty much the only place I ever got privacy; anywhere else and I would be mobbedby photographers and political shit-distubers who wanted to harass me about my parents.

The evening was still young, and few clients came until the sun had set and the stars were out, thus giving me about three hours to do whatever it was I wanted. In the mean time, I would do my typical start-up duties before anyone else arrived.

As the first one in, I unlocked the back door and slipped into the building, flipping the switch to turn on all the lights. While they warmed up and gradually came into their full brightness, I made my way to the balcony overlooking the main room, which was right in front of my office. The main floor was an octagon, with a front door on one end, and a back door leading to a hall that both led to the back entrance and the sizeable male and female restrooms. Each of the six remaining walls had a door leading to their own 'booths', which were places that the male and female entertainers served the clients, and each had their own personal guard just in case.

Occasionally, the guards themselves would offer their services to clients if we were short on entertainers and they were in the mood, which created a pleasant solidarity between the two thirds of the business. The final part of the pie, in the middle of the octagon, a hexagonal bar with a single barkeep put there to serve alcohol and water to the clients, and food to the workers.

Each of those booths had a different color applied to it, including the Red Booth, the Green Booth, The Blue Booth, the White Booth, the Gray Booth, and finally the Black Booth - which is where I often performed on the nights I chose to. It was a simple brothel, but It was very well kept and high class, with velvet carpets lined by gold, black marble beneath it, and a golden chandelier hanging above the bar. I called out, saying "Echo!" to hear my own voice coming back at me from eight different directions. I could be silly when I was alone.

I had at least an hour to myself before any of the entertainers or the bouncers were scheduled to come in, which meant I could do whatever I wanted in the office. I took my time, walking slowly across the room as the orange evening glow sliced through the room thanks to the blinds that were half-open over the west-facing window. My massive ebon-wood desk was in the middle of the room, with shelves and vaults lining either side and blackened, reinforced, bulletproof glass separating me from the octagonal main room.

"Paperwork." I said to remind myself what I needed to do first, so I hopped into my office chair with a light bounce, and punched in the code to my drawer. '6-2-8-5-3-7' was my code, and as soon as I punched in the last digit, the drawer popped open like it was spring loaded, revealing my personal items: a stack of papers and a brown box with a dozen thick brown cigar-like objects.

First I grabbed the papers and a quill, then grabbed one of the cigar-looking things and bit off the end, chewing on the meat before swallowing. It was a thin sausage - a pepperette - that I liked to stick in my beak to make me look like I was a big shot. I couldn't smoke, since a beak didn't really allow inhaling through my mouth, but I still loved the feel of something in my mouth while I was thinking or concentrating on my work.

As I started thumbing through the papers with me feet on the desk, I started comparing how much money I brought in vs how much each of the entertainers brought in. I worked two, maybe three days a week against the typical seven out of ten day week the other entertainers worked, yet I made about 20% more than most anyone else. To be fair, this wasn't anyone's fault, since nobles and travelers would pay a lot more coin to lie with a princess, compared to the still-expensive prices we charged for the others.

The key difference is that, when I worked, almost all of the money I made went to the bouncers and the business, whereas the other workers kept something like three quarters of their earnings with the rest going towards the house.

Let it never be said that I don't give back to my people.

Arnika was probably the most prolific of my entertainers and the only one who made more than me any given pay period since she worked eight to ten days a week, meaning she didn't take many days off. I always felt a little bad for her since she put in so much time and effort to The Noble Treatment, but she refused to take days off. She didn't take vacation, and she didn't shy away from anything; it was almost like she actually enjoyed her work, like this was her source of entertainment and fun after a long day's work!

Of course, I wanted to encourage this as much as I could, but Arrenthen pushed many rational labor laws that would keep employers from taking advantage of their employees. We were a very modern and progressive nation. In addition to the basic labor laws regarding all employees, there were even more regarding the sex trade that helped to keep sexual entertainers protected and healthy. It was considered inhumane to expect any single entertainer to work more than eight days a week, and if they did so voluntarily we were obligated to pay them a 25% increase.

Fine by me. I was funded by the crown personally so profits weren't a huge concern of mine, yet Arnika's clients contributed plenty to The Noble Treatment and she made the company more than anyone else while also making bank herself. She was welcome to come and go at her own pace, and she knew if she ever needed a week - or a month - off, it was hers without hesitation. I even told her that I'd happily hire her on as a royal servant when I was queen, if she wanted. The pay was even better and had much more thorough benefits for everything but the sexual health clinic (which all my entertainers had unfettered access to as employees of The Noble Treatment).

One of the things I really liked about this brothel was that we pushed our agenda in regards to the title of the establishment, claiming our clients were here for a noble experience, not just a quick interaction. We wanted our guests to stay longer, pay more, get more, and experience all our girls and guys had to offer.

To be honest, I wasn't a huge fan of paperwork but I always found it fascinating when I saw patterns emerge in a person's net gross. Next to Arnika came Cero - a naga who was known to possess a willingness to indulge clients that liked particularly strange things like vore and unbirth - but she made less than half what Arnika earned. Those were my two girls, I'd never ever fire them, unless they committed murder in one of my booths.

Once my paperwork was done, I heard the sound of a door closing beneath me. Probably Krendius, our bartender, as well as my star preformer. He and Arnika were close friends, and often showed up at the same time since they worked similar hours and lived close to one another near the university. Normally, I would have stepped out to meet them both, but they knew what they were doing and didn't need me to guide them to their personal spots. Two of my finest employees.

Plus, I had some personal things to attend to.

The night was still in its infancy so I knew it would be a while before Vaulix would finish his shift and come to see me. He was a healing mage over at the hospital so his shifts often took him well past the fall of the sun and well into the night, which gave me plenty of time to get myself wet and ready for him when he arrived. While at his job, he used a lot of his energy on the spells need to heal those who came into his emergency room and that drained him of all his strength, which meant he was often quite exhausted by the time he came to see me.

As a way to prove how much he mattered to me, I made a point to do everything I could to alleviate him of his perceived duties when we met up. I didn't need to be another source of stress and exhaustion by forcing him to waste an hour with his elaborate and thorough foreplay, I just wanted to have him take me quick and hard without any of the foreplay busywork. To me, that was my way of rewarding him for all the hard work he put into his life and to me.

And may the skies above bless his heart, Every time I lifted my tail to him he still insisted on giving me the same romantic affection and thorough attention he did the day he met me. He was so kind to me, so gentle, and so sensual that I almost felt like I didn't deserve him, yet he always told me he was the luckiest cockatrice in all of Dalon. The very thought of snuggling up next to him made me moist under my skirt, and gave me all the incentive I needed to take a moment for myself before anyone else showed up.

If Krendius and Arnika were already here, they might even come up to help me out. Well, Arnika would. Krendius wasn't into females no matter how much I tried to convince him to try.

Still, I had plenty of time to prepare myself for him, that way he would be greeted by a tail up and a moist tender slit that was aching for him. Nothing but the plump depths of my cunt for my love to indulge in. Now, with most males that I had been with, I didn't really need to 'work up' to take. As a Hippogryph, I'm part mare and that means my pussy is almost always at least a little wet and always quite malleable, so unless I'm servicing a dragon, no cocks are too big.

I'm also a size queen, and I can never get enough.

But Vaulix? Well, Vaulix is almost too much for me, which means he's a perfect fit. He's got this curve in his member that hits all my right spots and a bulge that spreads me just right and lurches into me once the thickest point passes through my peach pussy lips. I wink my clit at him every time without exception, something only a few can make me do against my will. If I was to compare him to any part of my body, it would be as long and thick as my calf between the knee and above the ankle.

The thought of it in me made me moan in desire as I spread my legs, one hand feeling around under my skirt to push my panties to the side and gently tease at my folds. I was still at my desk, with my lower half hidden by the ebon-wood of it even though my slightly gaped beak and lightly accented gasps made it clear what I was doing. If anyone walked in on me, there wouldn't really be any point to denying it.

Still, my fingers felt quite good as they slid up and down between my equine folds, the tips lightly caressing the underside of my clit in a way that coaxed a wink and a gentle squirt out of me. Mid-wink, I grabbed at myself with two fingers and a thumb, squeezing tight while rubbing in circles to coax a chirp and whinny from my beak as a shot of pleasure burst from my loins. Couldn't help but give a firm, powerful squeeze and tug until my fingers slipped off, which pinched me just a bit as I winced in the slightest bit of pain.

I like a little bit of pain, so that just made my loins throb even harder.

Of course, fingers weren't exactly all that fulfilling to me, so I leaned over even as I kept teasing myself, fumbling at the other drawer of my desk and rolling each little gear until the number read 2-3-9-5-6-6. The larger drawer popped out, revealing my three favorite things: a bottle of home made lube, an electro-stimulation machine, and a massive life-sized silicone replica of Vaulix's member in all its glory.

I glanced over to the door of my office and held still to make sure I neither saw nor heard anyone coming up the stairs before pulling the absolutely massive cock out from its place and plopping it down on the chair. I grabbed the lube bottle, squirted some onto the head of the toy and some more into my palm before giving its knob a thorough rub to smear the lubricant all over his length right down to the base. The slick lube had a scent of my mate's tangy musk, something I incorporated into it on purpose.

Though not really the kind to lick and suck on a dildo, I couldn't help but nuzzle it ever so gently, rubbing my beak against it as I sniffed at it to sample its scents as deep into my chest as I could. Once I was happy with that, I raised a leg over the chair and stepped over the toy, slowly squatting down as I used one hand to guide the bulge of its tip into me, my panties still pushed to the side in the crack between plump vulva and inner thigh.

Feeling the girth of Vaulix's cock pressing against my lips made me gasp audibly, as I closed my eyes and imagined how much better it would be if he was actually here, slowly pushing into me. Bit by bit, I applied just a hint of extra pressure and weight to my little toy, holding the bulge of its shaft in place to ensure it didn't bend or wiggle out of the way as my pussy lips slowly spread and slid over it.

To be honest, I just wanted to flop down on it, to feel the girth of it slam into me and force my cunt to take it like the mare I was, but that would actually hurt so I had to take it a bit slower. Against my own conscious will, I started gently bucking my hips back and forth with subtle gyrations as I felt the length of the toy worm its way into me, gently easing its way deeper. I could feel the thickness of its bulge pressing out against my inner hip bones, threatening to lurch in with one smooth motion.

That part of me still wanted to just push down and grind with it filling me from tip to base, but I knew better than that and instead tensed my legs and pulled off slowly, feeling every little nub and ridge tugging on my lips on its way out. I didn't let it completely slip from my depths, as I left the tip resting gently between my lips as my clit winked in anticipation for round two.

This time I pushed down a little harder and a little faster than last time, not stopping until I felt the thickest part of the bulge straining against my flesh and the fabric of my panties grinding up against my distended lips. I could feel that the toy was on the verge of busting through and plunging into me, but I pulled off again, this time only coming half way up so I could angle my hips forward and grind the head against the most sensitive spot just beyond my clit.

Pressure built there before finally releasing in a gooey gush of lube and my own ejaculate cascading over the side of the chair and onto the floor under my desk to join the rest of the orgasmic collateral I'd left there over the months. Love to let it soak into the carpet, that way the stink of my own arousal could waft up around me every time I came into the room.

My mess soaked the chair and the rest of the toy as well as my inner thighs, which meant I had even less control over Vaulix's stand-in as I pushed down another time. With each successive hip thrust against the toy, I felt it worming its way deeper into me, spreading and loosening up my depths to force itself in as deep as it would go. Finally, after a dozen light bounces and grinds, I felt the thickest part breach the relative tightness of my opening to tease at a sudden lurch inward. I held it tight, keeping it from lancing into my depths before I was ready, with the bulge resting heavy within my cunt while shifting and rotating.

Downstairs, I heard the opening of the front door followed by a few idle voices of chatter. Sounded like four people, from what I could tell. Two males, two females, all canines if my keen avian ears were as accurate as I thought them to be. Krendius and Arnika were both already downstairs, so there was a good chance that one of them would be catering to the new guests.

Honestly, I should have gone down there to say something, since the bouncers and hired guards weren't here yet, but my hormone-addled mind was focused on something else and I figured no canines would need to be bounced or dealt with any force.

I was about to pull off again, having felt like I was on the verge of a deep penetration, when I heard a knocking at my glass door. This distraction made my heart race and the adrenaline flow through my chest, the sudden shock of a visitor clenching my pelvic muscles.

Had the toy been any less deep into me at the time, the clenching would have forced it out, but it was that perfect point to breach just past the slightly tight opening that my squeeze forced it to extend and suck itself up into me right to the base, resulting in my cunt feeling like it got split in half as the nubbed base of the toy slammed up against my winking clit. I grunted and whimpered a bit as I sat down, feeling its girth deep in me as my skirt covered my loins. "C-come in!" I called out as I struggled to hold back another whimper and flail at the bottle of lube to toss it back in the drawer.

Krendius poked his head in through the door and nervously waved. "Hey there boss. Uh, group of four came in, said they don't want to hire anyone, but just wanted to use one of our booths. Is that a thing we do?"

A shallow exhalation of mine was accented by a light whimper that I tried to hide the pain and pleasure that was burning in my loins as I shrugged, each movement grinding my panties taut to my flesh and the bulge of the toy pressing out against my G-spot. "Uh, I guess so. Charge them half, you and Arnika each take twenty-five percent, put the rest in the house's vault. Sound good?"

He paused a moment before raising an ear at me and grinning. "Sure." He agreed before darting back out and shutting the door behind him.

I let out a long deep sigh as I lightly pounded at the desk with my fist; my cunt felt like it had been split in half! The only thing I could do was grab the base of it and slowly pull off the toy, gently tugging on its bulge while trying to keep my walls loose and relaxed. Problem was, the bulge acted like a sort of knot, tying its length into me with the bulbous tip pressed tight against my cervix. Wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it wasn't something I was prepared for so it took a bit of the pleasantry away.

After a proper tug and a grunt that pushed down on the toy, I felt it burst from my depths with a squirt of my own arousal accompanying it. Within seconds of feeling my pussy emptied of the toy, I needed it back in me so I leaned back down and eased myself onto it, wiggling my hips to feel it inch its way back in.

Unlike the first few times, the cock toy slid into me with relative ease, lurching into full depth once the thickest part breached my opening only to have my pull it out again with another wet squelch. Again and again, I bounced on the toy with my tender and loose walls swallowing it up and spitting it out amidst a symphony of squishes and squelches. Each bounce on the toy had it slam a little harder and a little deeper with a bit less resistance until, once again, I heard another knock on the glass door.

"Ugh, what do you want?" I growled, considerably more aggressive than I'd intended given my distraction. Nobody answered so I fixed my tone and tried again, slowly descending on the toy to have it once again grinding against my clit and rump. "Sorry. Come on in."

The door opened slowly, with Arnika tentatively stepping in. "Hey boss, we have a bit of a problem we'd really like for you to tend to."

I narrowed my gaze and flattened my ears to my skull. "What's the matter?"

"The, uh, guests. They haven't paid and are in the Black Booth. I don't know what to do about it." She explained in a tone more meek than I was used to. My little outburst must have thrown her off her usual chipper demeanor.

I clenched my beak shut and nodded slowly. "Alright, I'll be out in a moment, just, wait outside for me, would you?" She did as she was told, gently closing the door behind her. The very moment I heard the click, I let out another long sigh and whimper as I stood up and felt the toy pulling itself out of me, leaving it in a gooey, creamy mess on the chair. Not too keen on letting others see my little mess, I grabbed at a towel in my second drawer and wrapped the toy up, tossing it back away. Another towel helped me clean up the mess from the chair before I tossed it along with the rest of my goodies.

As I walked to the door, I took a few awkward steps as I reached under my tail to adjust my panties again, pulling them back over my swollen cunt lips to cover up and maintain some dignity. Well, I would have done that if I my fluids didn't immediately soak through the fabric.

I stepped out onto the balcony to see that both Krendius and Arnika were pacing about next to the Black Booth, both looking nervous. Seeing as I was the only one in the building that had any experience as an enforcer - and I was the only one big enough to throw others around - I immediately made my way down the spiral staircase to the main level and stood outside the door. I was nearly twice the size of Krendius and Arnika, but I still pointed back up to the balcony, indicating they didn't need to follow.

The two nodded and begrudgingly went to the balcony to watch.

Once they were out of harm's way, I grabbed the door handle and stepped in, my presence getting the attention of all four occupants of the Black Booth. As my ears had told me prior, two males and two females, just laughing and cuddling together in the corner, all naked with their clothes tossed tot he side. The biggest male was almost all brown, with a white belly and his knotted cock resting gently on his belly, the other male a layered brown with a goatee and short auburn hair sporting the same knot-on just flopped down on his body. Each had a lady in their arm, the first with a black and white patterned bitch, the other with a red and white one.

"Hey there gorgeous!" The layered brown male said as he patted the seat next to him, his free hand gently stroking his cock. "Wanna join us?"

Perhaps it was his casual nature, or the fact that I was pining for Vaulix and horny as fuck, but I couldn't say no to that invitation. "Sure, but you gotta pay for the use of the Black Booth, we're an inn, of sorts, this place isn't free."

The other male spoke up. "Oh, right. Sorry about that, my wallet's in my back pocket, over in the pile of clothes." He pointed to where everyone's clothes were bunched up in the corner. "You go ahead and take what ya need! We were just out on the town and needed a release before we go hitting the clubs again!"

I glanced over at the pile of clothes before shrugging. "Sounds like a good night to me. So tell me, what brings you to The Noble Treatment?" I wasn't sure if they even knew who or what I was, so I didn't push too much; figured it would be more fun to tell them afterward, when I took their money.

The red female spoke up. "Well, we heard great things about this place, and I'm kinda surprised that it wasn't fully open, but we couldn't bare to not enjoy an afternoon here, so we came! Oh, by the way, my name's Bella! And this is Bundy, Psyphix, and Diz!" She said, pointing towards the light brown male, the layered male, and finally the black and white female. "You?"

"Name's Talba. I think I can help you have some fun here!" I got down to a knee next to the bench they were all cuddling together, and gently eased Diz's legs apart as my other hand reached over to Bundy, the light brown male's cock and wrapped my finger around that knot. Instantly, I felt his member swell against my palm, and a light spurt of precum dribbled down the length of his shaft, which I eagerly licked up before returning to Diz's plump looking triangular canine lips.

She whimpered a bit, biting at her finger as I started to nuzzle my beak up her inner thigh, tongue extended to taste her folds. A light gasp came from her lips as her tail started to wag and her spine arched a bit.

"Oh, real nice!" Said Psyphix as he reached over to caress me behind the ear, his own cock throbbing to life over his belly. "Wasn't expecting hands on service!"

I huffed a gentle laugh as I reached over to him, grabbing his shaft like a joystick with my thumb over the tip, fingers squeezing in waves up his length. "Clearly you've never been to The Noble Treatment." I joked before burying my tongue between Diz's folds, tasting her tangy flavors.

I perhaps triggered their latent desires, because Bella whimpered at me - having not gotten any of my attention yet - before crawling over top of Diz with her pussy mere inches above her female companion's as she gave a deep tongue kiss to her. This gave me an opportunity to sample her flavors as well as use my beak to preen and caress her rump end. She shuddered at my touch and pushed back, tail wagging over my head.

Psyphix pulled away from my gently caressing hand to position himself behind me, so I used that hand to rub at Diz's pussy and caress her inner folds as my tongue kept at Bella. He lifted my skirt and gave my panties a bit of a rub before laughing to himself. "Wow, you're so fucking wet! Nice!" He licked his fingers before reaching back under my tail - which I instinctively raised about as high as I could for him - as he pushed my panties to the side, clearing the way for his fingers to explore my depths.

I offered him a gentle pussy wink and an arch of my back as a tiny dribble of my arousal trickled over my clit, which he enthusiastically caught and rubbed back into my pink folds. He took the message, grabbing his cock firm as he pulled my panties and skirt right off me, tossing them to the side with their clothes while guiding that fine cock of his into me to coax a light trill from my beak. As he plunged every inch of him into my depths, my cunt hungrily loosened and wrapped around his bulges, swallowing his knot in one quick go.

He seemed surprised at how easily he popped into my depths, so I glanced back at him with a grin. "Mare." I said, simply, then clenched my pelvic muscles to lock him in, tying us together. In response, he grunted and bit a this lower lip, his cock throbbing and pumping bits of precum into me. I knew that a tight seal around the base of a canine's knot would instantly trigger the beginning of the climax, and I had plenty of muscle control to stimulate him so I gave a gentle tug and kept him locked in me as I focused on the ladies.

However, Bundy pulled away from my hand and tugged on Bella to come over with him, easing the girl off Diz to go and mount her himself. That was fine, I was more interested in Diz, anyway.

She had these gloriously huge, blushing pink pussy lips that tasted so good and her pussy was so snug around my tongue that I couldn't help myself! I kept my tongue buried deep in her as I used both free hands to pull her lips apart, giving me unfettered access to her cherry pink inner flesh, that tasty pussy flesh that I loved so much when I wasn't hungering for cock. The tangy fluids she secreted were not as sweet as mine, but were so nice to sample from time to time.

While I kept at Diz, I reached back and unhooked my tank top, tossing it to the side and leaving myself nude for the group, tail up and pussy still clenched around Psyphix, who had come to rest his chest to my lower back next to my tail, his hands cradling my rump as he tugged gently on my pussy walls. I wasn't letting go, not until I felt him climax in me.

"Come on, Psyphix! Let's see if you can pull out! I'll suck you off if you do!" I encouraged him, gently wagging my hips as I kept my pussy walls clenched tight. However, that little bit of motion I offered seemed to milk him of his first ejaculation, as I felt it splash out against my walls and fill in the cracks between his flesh and mine. Canines have elongated, drawn out climaxes, as they will pump the bitch full of seed for up to an hour depending on how much stamina or volume they had stored, so I knew that him pumping his first wad into me was one of potentially dozens.

Since my one hand was plenty enough to keep Diz's triangular vulva spread with my beak nuzzling at her inner thigh, I used my other hand to rub up against my clit, squeezing gently every time I winked around his shaft. In an attempt to toy with him even more, I grabbed around the neck between knot and sheath, squeezing and tugging him there as I leaned forward and buried my face between Diz' thighs.

As I was about to have another delicious taste of her pussy, the door opened behind us and everyone panicked a bit. Bella shrieked and lowered herself to the ground, covering her chest as she was on all fours with Bundy tied into her deep. Diz clamped her legs shut around my head so I couldn't see who was at the door, and Psyphix managed to pull out of me in that brief moment where I had temporarily released the tension around his knot. This left me gaping with his gooey mess dribbling out from my cunt and over my clit.

Slowly, Diz released her legs from either side of my head and let me turn to look, at the same time she shuffled away from me and Psyphix climbed up onto the bench with her, his glistening red cock drooling the combined juices of both his precum and my lubricant. Bella slowly grew comfortable, so I lightly patted at her tongue as I glanced back over my shoulder, tail up high and cunt gaping wide with a stream of dog cum leaking.

It was Vaulix, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, looking down at me.

"Oh hi! You're done work early, hun!" I whimpered, loins still a little tender from the toy and the knot that had both been aggressively used on me. "What brings you here before sunset?" Everyone else in the Black Booth clenched up, sensing that some drama was about to go down given that I was clearly talking to my mate.

He just shook his head slowly. "Princess Talba. What are you doing with these ruffians in the Black Booth? I thought you had more class than that." I could actually hear the withheld gasps as they found out I was a princess (Which was kind of strange because I didn't exactly keep my status hidden).

But I knew Vaulix better than that, he knew what I did for work and sometimes indulged himself, and he got some good coin as a future prince for his services - that was, assuming anyone could handle that weapon that he hid between his legs. "Care to join us?" I asked, grinning and beckoning him to have some fun.

Vaulix stepped in and closed the door behind him, an angry look on his face to scare the other people in the booth - this didn't work since they were all a little too horny, and Psyphix was already stealing Diz from me so he could casually mount her on her back. I got a good glance at his member hot-dogging between her pussy lips and the juices trickling all over the place.

"I'd love to take you, but you know me, I'm more of a one gal guy." He winked and extended a hand to me in the hopes I'd join him.

I didn't want to leave my little posse since I really wanted to have them take turns pleasuring me, but Vaulix came first so I begrudgingly took his hand and got to my feet. "My pleasure. Sorry guys and gals, it's been fun, but I gotta go!" I grabbed my clothes from the corner and waved to Psyphix grinning at him. "Plus, I'll have a bit of you to take with me!" I slid my finger through my slit to capture some of his seed and licked it off before hopping back into my skirt and tank top.

Vaulix and I left the Black Booth and the four occupants, with me taking a final moment to remind them to pay up when they were done before he and I made our way to the second floor balcony. Up there, we slipped into my office and locked the door behind us, ensuring nobody would interrupt.

"So, seriously, what brings you home early? I wasn't expecting you for another hour or three." I inquired, grabbing both of his hands in my own to put them on my hips. "Not that I'm complaining, any extra time with you is a gift from the skies themselves."

He leaned into me and pressed his hips against mine, grinding that massive cock of his against my skirt. "Well, they said they were overstaffed tonight, so I volunteered to go home early so I could be with you!" His hand explored around my rump to lift up the back of my skirt, where he cheekily slipped his fingers against my tailhole. "And I know what you're thinking. 'A hospital ward, saying they were overstaffed? Blasphemy! The world's ending!' No, I assure you this is true and the apocalypse to bring upon the next era has not befallen us."

I chirped into his ear and preened at his neck feathers, arms wrapped around his body and up under his wings. "Glad to hear it. I'm sure you saw, but I'm very wet and ready for you." I turned around and bent over, lifting my tail to fold the skirt over my lower back as my plot exposed itself, showing just how moist I had become. "So you deserve some love, I think."

"If you say so, dear." He joked, then grabbed at the base of my tail to hold it up, his cock slipping from its sheath one ridge at a time. Like the toy, his tip was ridged and bumped, the underside layered with a dozen bellyscales, and the top dotted with a hundred nubs and a faint scale pattern that gave me all the right stimulation.

My hands were still soaked from before, so I used that to give him a bit of a rub, squeezing and tugging him from his depths to expose every bit of him. I couldn't even come close to wrapping my fingers around that bulge of his, not even near the base where it was slightly thinner. "Don't make me wait, I need you." I aimed his cock up between my rump cheeks, pushing back as that ridged tip pressed against my tender folds.

He leaned into me, making the two of us shuffle forward until I was bent over the front of my desk. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of making you wait." He whispered in my ear from behind as he eased his cock into my cunt, that bulge parting my lips and coaxing a powerful wink from my clit. I could hear his hiss of pleasure as my flesh swallowed him one ridge at a time, and that made my knees weak.

I tried my best to push back against him with all my might, but the throbbing girth of his thickest point was firmer than the toy and just wouldn't go in, despite how much I thought I'd loosened up for him. Plus, his grip at the base of my tail kept me from going too hard. He knew I'd force myself to the point of pain and was always looking out for me.

"Calm down there, Talba!" He cooed at me, slowly grinding his hips up against mine, his member sliding in and out with very gentle thrusts. "I don't need you going too hard this time, mmkay? You remember what happened last time!" His thumb migrated down to my ass, giving it a gentle rub using the lubrication I had leaked all over the place, another little thing he liked to do to me when we were together.

"Okay, fine!" I huffed, faking disappointment. "Just...you know, I want you to go hard! I like that!"

He bent down to wrap his arms around my midsection as he nuzzled my back, chirping and preening at my as he member slowly forced its way deeper into me. Then, in one motion, he bucked with a bit more force to have his bulging member breach my depths and suck itself in to the hilt. As he did this, he pulled me up to stand tall next to him, his arms wrapped around my chest and his beak nuzzled in my neck, cock throbbing deep within me. I could feel his heartbeat due to the pressure between us, and when I glanced down I could see the slightest little bulge in my abdomen.

Before I could say anything, he grabbed me by the throat and bucked into me again, his massive member tugging at my depths before slamming against my cervix. I could feel his cock shifting inside me as our fluids intermingled and squirted out from my quivering walls. While his bulge was 'tied' to me, he pulled me aside and sat down in my chair with me sitting sideways on his lap, hand still tight around my throat with the other cradling my head as he gave me a deep and passionate kiss.

I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck as I arched my back to grind against him, our tongues dancing. "So what have you got in plan for me tonight, big boy?"

"Well we have all the time in the world, I'm sure we could think of something." He growled as he slipped his hand up under my skirt, lightly teasing at my winking clit as his cock pulsed and throbbed within me.

We were in for one long and exhausting night.