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"So... She's your wife and your pet, you say. I've heard submissives make poor wives, Isiat. As for secretaries... Well..."

"Famous last words I'd say."

"She is rather cute... and you say you've got experience as well?" Mused the deep maroon scaled dragon in his fine tailored suit as he circled Shadi , his voice a deep baritone rumble, as if each word was growled from the back of his throat, tempered by his smooth English accent which slid from his lips like a perfectly aged scotch.

Dark and rich,every syllable he uttered was thick with terrible promises and impure intent.

Shadi could hardly believe her husband worked for such a man, let alone that she was standing in his presence without her knees immediately buckling like her well conditioned mind all but screamed at her to do when presented with such a dominating male...

She stood in little more than the thin black silk dress her husband had bought her, the delicate fabric barely reaching the tops of her knees. Her shoulders and the V of her collarbone were left entirely exposed by the cut, and the way the dragon's eyes prowled over her, she may as well have been naked!

"So this is how a rabbit feels under the eyes of a hawk", she thought to herself.

He was nothing if not the apex predator his species reputation and stature demanded. Almost 8 feet tall, with a broad muscular build, it was hard not to feel his presence as he circled her again, prowling like a beast eyeing its next meal. His long, scaled tail flicked behind him with each click of his claws against the smooth marble floor, polished to an almost mirror like sheen.

"I trained her myself, Scion, and you've seen how rigorously I train submissives. I'm sure she can fill the requirements of the job..." Isiat smirked almost proudly as the not-quite-vulpine's many black, red and white furred tails flicked over the arms of the leather armchairs offset to one side of the massive office. He was enjoying the little show of predator and prey, but watching Shadi squirm under pressure was always a treat.

If one thing was true about Scion, it was that he liked to make an impression. Omega tower boasted windows which spanned the 30 foot height of the top floor office, and offered a breathtaking view of the London rooftops. While it was certainly impressive, the contrasting red velvet carpet leading up to his desk, which Shadi patiently stood on, was probably worth as much as her husband banked in a year working for the dragon. She kept her eyes forward, almost quaking in her toes and quietly resisted the urge to fidget or squirm her way out from under the dragon's watchful eyes.

Scion radiated smugness and wealth, but more than that, he reeked of power. Not just the illusion of it that some company CEO might have tried to evoke during a high level meeting, or which a foolhardy politician waggled around while trying to woo a crowd over to his side. No, Scion wielded it like a lightning rod, and made it deadly clear that he was the Alpha in the room. They were in his domain here, and his rules were as good as godly. From what Isiat had told her of the male, he played the role of the master like he'd been born for it.

"A nurse, before this you said?" That rich, deep voice again rang out, echoing in the cavernous glass paned office, rich and impossibly thick like poured molasses.

"Aye... Patched me up well enough after Iraq, so I figured I'd keep her." Her master replied with a quiet chuckle, the vulpine allowing his tails an infinitesimal flicker of movement. It was just enough to express his amusement at the memory of their first encounter.. "After that, it was just a matter of teaching her what she needed to know..."

"Hmmm, you've a good eye and fine taste. A gentleman and a scholar, so to speak... She is, perhaps, a bit small though, for my usual likings..." He almost sounded displeased, and Shadi felt a tremble run up her tail, which she fought to keep as still as possible under the Dragon's appraisal. The last thing she wanted was to make a poor impression that would reflect poorly upon her master's training as well. He took immense pride in his training, and she took pride in her position as well; Even if it did mean being scrutinized by this dragon.

"Someone as versed as you should know that good things come in small packages. Besides... the short and chubby ones fuck better. She can handle anything I've presented her with." Isiat shot his wife one of his wicked, devilish grins, and picked up the glass of scotch beside his seat, taking a quiet swill of the amber liquor.

"Indeed... But you are also not a dragon." Scion chuckled, as the great, leathery wings upon his back flexed slightly before they folded neatly against his back. The massive male's gaze left Shadi for but a moment as he rounded his desk, and stretched his arms behind his back to unclip the wing-straps of his suit jacket. He neatly lay the garment across the spine of the high-backed seat behind the long mahogany table.

"Well? Speak up pet. Do you have experience answering calls?" He snapped off the question like a starting gun for a marathon, and for a moment, his gaze transfixed Shadi to the spot, those sharp golden eyes studying her reaction closely.

She composed herself quickly, and nodded, her large, fur lined ears twitching. "Yes sir... I used to do it all the time at-"

"Don't care. You can use a phone, and use the computers to log all my appointments and meetings, yes?" He cutting off her response with the pointed question, as his tail lashed sharply through the air behind him like a whip.

"Of course."

Scion arched an eyebrow at her, clearly expecting something more of her.

"Sir..." She added quickly, and bowed her head as a means of apology.

"I'll let that slip go. Don't let it happen again in my presence. Now, show me." He ordered her, reaching into his desk to pull out a thin tablet. He threw it to her with a lazy flick of his wrist, like a frisbee, unconcerned with the device's value if he had missed or she had dropped it. Neither of those things happened however. She caught it neatly, and swiped her fingers over the screen to unlock it.

"Clear all my appointments before three, and then send out the update."

Shadi nodded quickly, and brought up the managing software on screen, before she swiftly swiped away everything prior to three pm. She tapped the screen twice, and with another quick touch, sent out the emails, updating anyone else's information with the most current version of their employer's schedule. She stepped forward, and set the tablet gently upon Scion's desk, before she smartly returned to her original position before him.

"Good. What else does she know how to do Isiat? I won't just hire her for her ability to tap a screen." Scion chuckled bluntly, swiveling his seat before the dragon slid down into it with a sigh, unbuttoning the top of his shirt.

"Why don't you ask her?" Isiat replied coyly, rising from his seat to move behind Shadi, playfully growling in her ear as he passed. His breath made the fur on the base of her neck stand on end, and an involuntary shiver ran along her spine to the tip of her large, fluffy tail.

"Be a good girl, listen to him, and do as you're told." He commanded. Shadi's cheeks flushed red as the Dragon snapped his fingers, pointing to the leg-space of his desk.

"Yes master." She bowed, purring as the vulpine's fingers combed along the length of her tail, all the way up to the shapely curves of her rump, his paw darting beneath the dress just long enough for her to feel the soft, leathery paw pads upon his fingertips against the bare lips of her sex. It was a teasing, fleeting touch that did little but make her blush even redder, her entire nose turning a vivid pink like a rosebud in the spring.

Scion snapped his fingers, his firm golden eyes and pitch black pupils narrowing to slits as he fixed Shadi beneath his gaze.

"I won't ask a third time." He growled, and obediently, Shadi hit her knees, crawling herself over to the dragon on her paws and knees until she was beneath his desk, her head in his lap. Her nose tingled with the distinct odor of masculinity emanating from the dragon, and the solid looking bulge in his trousers left little doubt in her mind as to just what he expected of his new 'secretary'.

Shadi nodded obediently, briefly glancing back towards her master, who had moved around to the front of the desk to pluck a cigar from the wooden box sitting upon its surface, out of her sight. She could smell it the moment he lit it however, the rich scent of tobacco mingling with vanilla and the scent of the dragon's obvious arousal... Isiat's face suddenly appeared, one eyebrow raised as he peeked underneath the desk.

"Well? Go on now pet. You want the job after all, don't you?"

She drew in a breath, catching all the different smells that had mixed into one, each distinct from the next, yet blended into a delightful cocktail that made her head feel warm and floaty. She nodded again, and turned back to Scion's lap, her dainty paws gripping his belt, nimble fingers quickly working the buckle and the fly, pulling the garment down slowly as she leaned in close.

The bright red shaft was as impressive and exotic as the male, at least ten inches long, and covered in small spines along the top of the dripping length, rounded and fleshy, clearly designed to engorge and catch against a female's clit during mating. It had ridges that reminded her of the overlapping patterns of his scales, made to scoop a rival male's cum from a hen's body. It was a breeding tool through and through, and the scents she got made her loins tingle and grow damp with anticipation. He was indeed a fine specimen of dragon virility...

She'd been trained well enough not to question when her master wished to share her with his friends. Personally, she thought he enjoyed watching her almost as much as he did proving to them once and for all who the better lay was afterwards. When he'd proposed she apply for the recently vacant position at his work however, she'd hesitated, asking him just what exactly the job would entail.

"Nothing you're not used to, kitten..." He had replied with that typical, smug attitude of his, but, he hadn't been wrong by any means...

Carefully, she parted her lips, placing a soft, warm little kiss upon the tip of the dragon's prick while her husband knelt down behind her, gripping her tail firmly in one paw before he yanked it upwards, her hips obediently raising with it to bare her sweet little sex and ass to her master. She was an obedient little pet, and knew better than to try and resist his desires...

Her lips separated from Scion's length with a long bead of salty preseed connecting them, a string that she greedily cleaned off with her tongue, polishing the pointed head of the dragon's maleness. Above her, Scion growled in pleasure, one of his large, scaled hands finding the space between her ears, ruffling her hair gently before he took a fistfull of it between his fingers, guiding her mouth back down and over his prick.

"There's a good girl. Suckle like you would your master, and I'm sure we can find a more permanent position for you here..." His rumbling bass voice encouraged her, and she let herself relax, sliding her lips wetly down his glistening, maroon drake-hood until she could feel the tip tickling the back of her mouth lightly, the dragon's precum dribbling messily down her throat.

She gasped, reflexively tightening her throat down around the two inches that Scion thrust into her gullet, but she didn't gag. She'd been taught better than that, instead just purring out around his length while her master's fingers traced little patterns across the lips of her exposed sex, and eagerly, she wriggled her hips, all the while bobbing her muzzle up and down and moaning quietly around Scion's thick cock.

Slowly, Isiat spread her sweet little petals, slipping a pair of fingers inside her until he was bottomed out and buried two knuckles deep, the male behind her chuckling in a low, approving sort of way, almost like he was praising her.

"That's my good girl. Be a good kitty for your master now, and moan for me..." He teased, curling his fingers in the most delightful way while his thumb sought out her clit, rubbing tight little laps across the sensitive nub of flesh.

Shadi couldn't have helped it if she'd wanted to, and she certainly didn't want to displease her master or her chosen 'playmates'. She moaned out lewdly and loudly around the thick dragon cock in her muzzle, her agile little tongue dragging its rough surface along the nubby barbs of Scion's breeding rod, gathering up the bitter-yet-salty mixture of saliva and his natural lubricants and precum that coated his shaft.

She lapped it up eagerly, swallowing and making her throat ripple and suck around Scion's impressive girth, the Dragon's hips pumping slowly as he rocked her head with his gripping hand. He face fucked her gently at least, not like Isiat when he was trying to reinforce a lesson, and he let her pull her head back off of him long enough to gasp in air when she gave the dragon's thighs a firm squeeze.

"Mhmmm... You didn't mention your wife was good at this..." Scion chuckled, pushing Shadi's little muzzle back down onto his barbed length, each one making a wet popping sound as it disappeared behind her suckling, puckered lips.

"I didn't think I needed to... I did say I trained her myself. I would have imagined that got the point across..." Isiat shot back with a smirk of his own, roughly fingering his wife as she let out a series of soft huffs and moans around the thick knot forming at the base of Scion's prick. Precum was dribbling back out around the corners of her lips as she gave him the blowjob of a lifetime, hungrily and with some urgency driving the dragon towards his climax.

Isiat's fingers inside of her slick little pussy were trying to do just that to her as well it seemed, her insides clenching, squeezing, trying to pull his fingers deeper with each little quick thrust of his paw. She was moaning like a whore between the two males, and she didn't even care. She was a good girl, her masters good girl, and what pleased him was her pleasure too. Her nerves had pleasure racing along them like little bolts of lightning from a frayed wire, making her tail twitch and rise up over the desk, flagging herself eagerly and shamelessly like a bitch in heat.

And even when her masters thumb worked her clit almost to the point she couldn't stand it any longer, she didn't cum... Not without his permission. It was like her mind and her body were locked apart, both feeling the intense pleasure he brought her, yet bared apart, prevented from making that final connection. It was a locked barrier, and her master's word was the key.

A pleasured whimper escaped her as she slurped her lips up and down the dragon cock stuffing her muzzle full, her lips stretched taut against his thick, bulbous knot, and she looked up at Scion, giving him a needy sounding whine of desire.

"Heheh... I think your pet wants to cum Isiat..." He pointed out, flashing his teeth at the feline dangerously. "Swallow every drop, and maybe he'll let you..." Scion trilled his tongue, running a single claw slowly and deliberately down her jawline to her chin, forcing the little tan furred lioness to look up and meet his gaze.

"Every. Last. Drop. Kitten." The look in his eyes left no room for argument, and she nodded as best she could without dislodging her lips from the thick length of dragon flesh between them.

She moaned, giving Scion her best kitten eyes, just begging for a taste of the big strong dragons virile seed, her paws kneading across the base of his sheathe, rubbing and massaging the smooth scales concealing the base of his impressive maleness.

"Go on then Scion. Give the kitten some cream, and you kitten..." Isiat grinned, shoving his fingers nice and deep in her tight little cunt. Shadi could have sworn he was rubbing his fingers back and forth over her G-Spot until she wanted to howl in pleasure. "Be a good kitty slut, and drink up... Then, you have my permission to cum for Scion and show him what a good girl you can be." He growled, using his free paw to grip the scruff of her neck roughly, pushing her maw back down onto the dragon's twitching cock.

Scion groaned in bliss, fisting the feline's long hair as his knot swelled against her lips, throbbing with his pulse, a lewd bump running up along the vein to the very tip. The pressure built and built for a few moments, before finally like a dam bursting, the dragon let out an almighty roar that shook the windows.

The first rush of cum took Shadi by surprise. If Isiat was voluminous, and his gryphon friend Horus came like a horse, then Scion must have epitomized what 'Cumming like a dragon' was. Her cheeks bulged from the sudden inflow of the creamy, warm, bitter dragon-seed, the male's essence not at all to her disliking as she swallowed eagerly, greedily gulping down all the dragon had to offer. But even swallowing as quickly as she could, Scion still managed to overfill the poor girl's muzzle to bursting.

He pulled her head off of him, spraying lewd ribbons of white across her muzzle as she gasped for air, cum dripping from her lips as her tongue tried to catch all the dragon offered her. She looked a right, slutty mess, but considering the position she was in, it seemed appropriate.

Isiat just grinned, watching as the dragon burst on his wife's muzzle, sticky, creamy, off white streaks matting her fur as his orgasm finally began to taper off. Shadi eagerly wrapped her lips around the Dragon's tip, suckling hungrily like a babe on the tit. Isiat growled.

"Good girl..." He rumbled, pressing his fingers deep into her hot little snatch as his thumb brushed over the lioness's budding, sensitive clitoris. "Now cum for me like a good slut."

She squirmed against him, her body tightening up as warmth rushed to her lions, and pleasure rushed to her brain, the little feline letting out squeal of bliss as a whole lot of hot, wet and sticky coated Isiat's fingers, her internal muscles gripping and squeezing around the probing digits within her cunt.

Scion watched on with a broad smile, sighing quite contentedly as he leaned back in his seat, retrieving a cigar for himself from the box as well. It seemed as good a time as any, and it would be a few moments before he was quite ready to go again. Besides... Shadi wasn't going anywhere in a hurry. He had all afternoon to assess her 'suitability' for the position, and she knew it as well.

Shadi set her head down in Scion's lap, panting quietly, her pink little tongue darting out to clean off the length of his glistening dragonhood, collecting up the last few drops of cum that leaked from the sharply tapered tip all the way down to the knot that was as thick as both her fists combined. She was more surprised she had managed to take all of it into her muzzle than anything else.

"Come here, little pet. Stand up for me." The Dragon ordered, isiat quietly withdrawing his fingers from her sodden sex with a messy sounding squelch. The vulpine just grinned as he licked his digits clean, savoring that sweet, cinnamon-esque flavor of his lioness.

"You'd better do as he says, kitten, if you want this job..." He reminded her, arching one eyebrow as Scion slid back from the table, giving her space to rise shakily to her feet, the last traces of her orgasm still making her thighs quiver like a leaf in a breeze. She managed to rise, as straight backed as she could manage, her tail curling down to cover her rump, its long length wrapping about her feet. For all her life, she couldn't meet the male dragon's fierce, commanding gaze. It was like Isiat in one of his more dominant moods, but... All the time.

His claws found the underside of her jaw, running through her soft, tan fur, smearing his seed into her muzzle as he forced her head up to look at him again.

"Don't look away kitten. This interview is far from over..." He rumbled darkly, and Shadi felt her womb throb in response as the massive dragon simply lifted her up around the waist, setting her bare rump down atop the table in front of himself. A single paw pushed against her chest, forcing her back while Isiat's paws busied themselves pulling her dress up and over her head.

She squeaked in surprise as the first rush of chilly air blew across her now bared nipples, and barely had time to pull her hands back down to catch herself as Scion's heavy bulk settled over her, his long, thin, serpentine tongue coiling itself around one of the stiff nubs of her tit, dragging rough taste buds over the sensitive and warm skin.

"Ahh~ Gentle... Please..." She whimpered pleadingly, her body trembling gently as thick, scaled fingers encircled her wrists, pinning her delicate, curvy frame down to the desk. Her short legs dangled over the side, spread out like a whore presenting herself by Scion's waist. Looking down her chest, she could see his maleness throbbing between her thighs, feeling every detail of that monstrous, wondrous cock as he ground it against her damp sex whenever he shunted forwards to adjust himself. His tongue lathered across her breasts hungrilly, the dragon's lust making her shiver.

"If I was interested in gentle..." He began, pausing long enough to suckle on her right nipple, gripping the stiff nub between his teeth just before he gave it a firm tug, reminding her who was in charge. Shadi gasped, blushing a vivid pink on her nose as she glanced over to her mate, who was merely grinning, clearly enjoying the show.

"I would have hired anybody else incapable of handling a dragon... From what Isiat tells me, you've been... Accommodating... To dragon's before, have you not?" Scion teased, rolling his neck and dragging his tongue across the space between her breasts, a long streak of saliva matting her fur. She nodded her cum streaked muzzle, purring languidly.

"Maybe once or twice..." She spoke in a silky, sing-song tone, playing on her oh-so-innocent expression. It didn't work, and Scion shunted her forward across the desk, driving his rigid cock up against her sex lips with a low growl. The sheer force of the thrust left Shadi gasping, a rush of wetness coating her nethers as her body anticipated having to make some new 'accommodations' for Scion.

"Isiat tells me you're a well trained submissive, but all I hear is a coy little brat needing to be put in her place... I should have expected as much, considering..." Scion chuckled. Isiat gave a 'not-my-fault' sort of shrug.

"Please, I wouldn't have married her if she wasn't capable of holding her own with the best of them... Sometimes she just needs reminding of her place..." Isiat shot the little tan feline a grin as he unbuckled his own belt, tugging the front of his trousers down. Shadi didn't get much time to contemplate a clever response as a paw squeezed the corners of her muzzle, forcing her lips to open as Isiat roughly shoved his vulpine shaft into her maw.

"Here, make yourself busy. You're going to be sore for your first day tomorrow kitten..." He growled, but Shadi more than happily accepted his intrusion. His dappled red prick was sleek and smooth, narrowing to a spade-like point at the tip, and in her mind, his flavor was divine, but she might have been just slightly biased.

Her nimble tongue dragged along the sensitive underside as his prick grew to its full length and girth within her maw, already streaking the roof of her muzzle with little jets of preseed in such a canine way. The twin lobes of his knot swelled against her lips, and delicately, she took turns suckling on one side and then the other, loving the way his shaft twitched and throbbed against her tongue.

It was so unlike the dragon's length, far simpler in its biological design and purpose, and that purpose was made obvious by the way his tip probed at the back of her throat, long and hard, a tool made for short, rapid fucking before locking within a female until her womb was overwhelmed... Heck, canines were practically dribbling sperm-laced precum from the moment they were hard. Her husband was certainly no different.

The flesh was smooth and firm underneath her tongues strokes, and she could tell he was enjoying it by the way the vulpine closed his eyes, groaning happily as she nursed on his foxhood. She was all too eager to get a good taste of his thick, syrupy cum, rather than just the thin watery preseed that was already giving her a hard time keeping up with the flow of. He tasted sweeter than the dragon had, less bitter and more salty, and she delighted in every soft huff and growl that escaped her master's lips as she did her best to please him from her admittedly awkward position.

"Now, be good Shadi... I'm sure Scion can help you get accustomed to your workload..." Isiat grinned as the maroon scaled dragon bit gently on her nipples, before pinning her paws firmly to the table. His cock dragged messily across her tight little slit, before he shifted above her, angling the tip with the slick opening to her arousal swollen sex.

Shadi would have cried out if her mouth hadn't already been occupied from that first, shunting thrust that rocked her entire body, shifting her despite Scion's grip on her. His cock lunged into her, spreading her to her limits, each ridge and barb popping into her with led, wet sounding smacks until he'd buried himself halfway to his knot, already three ridges deep.

She could feel every little detail of his maleness deep inside her already, her passage clenching and squeezing around the length that was forcing it apart, as if trying to resist while at the same time wanting nothing more than to pull him deeper.

He drew back slowly, one of the stiff ridges slipping from her along with a messy dribble of arousal before he shoved himself roughly forwards once more, delving into her too-tight passage until his pointed tip battered gain her womb like a ram, the dragon growling out his dominance.

"Fuck... Tight little bitch, aren't you? I can see why... Nghh... Isiat keeps you around." Scion hissed between gritted teeth, fighting Shadi for every inch he pushed into her until her cervix was bowing inwards against his prick's relentless attack. Shadi for her part just moaned around Isiat's length, suckling like a hungry, hungry kitten just anticipating her reward.

Each thrust that Scion took rocked the table noisily across the floor, scraping the heavy wooden desk towards Isiat a millimeter at a time, just like the dragon's rigid shaft managed to sink a little bit deeper with each forceful buck he took, taking the little lioness like a bitch in heat. He didn't fuck gently, but neither she or Isiat had expected the randy dragon to. He liked everyone to know he was in charge, and that included his women, and for all her worth, Shadi could certainly feel it.

"Ahh! Please, care-" Shadi mumbled, getting a brief respite from Isiat's sleek vulpine shaft in her muzzle while Scion busied himself railing her against the desk like a cheap whore, the loud clap of his knot slapping against her wet nether lips ringing out with each thrust. The Dragon silenced her with the sheer intensity of his rut, fucking himself into the hapless and pinned feline like a savage.

"Nobody gave you leave to talk, pet." Isiat growled, shoving himself back into her muzzle, the tip of his pointed cock pushing the back of her throat. She could taste her master all too clearly now, his precum leaking like a faucet into her forcibly stretched gullet. No doubt Scion's thick fuck-pole was trying to do just the same into her womb, and the thought made Shadi shiver, her sex squeezing and rippling around the male ploughing her fertile fields...

Shadi knew she was a breeder. Her master's breeder. She had never felt more beautiful or desirable than when she'd been pregnant with their son, and her master had forbade her from birth control a long time ago, telling her it would be 'such a waste for such a fine breeder.' She hadn't argued with him. She'd beamed with pride. Many had tried, but only Isiat had ever won that race for her sweet, ripe ova, but damned if Scion didn't seem determined to try anyway!

His cock slammed into her over and over like he was trying to push himself right into her womb, her muffled cries of pleasure and that exquisite feeling of fullness she got from the rough treatment only seeming to drive her on. She was in a lust daze, the pleasure only building up towards that point of no return as he pressed her lips to Isiat's knot, giving the male a lewd kiss as the pair of breeding tools she was treating began to twitch inside of her.

They were both getting close as well, and she could tell, her body thrumming with pent up need as she moaned around the thick bulb of flesh at her muzzle, adoringly doting on her master's prick as he rocked his hips, the vulpine length caressed by her silky textured tongue, his preseed smeared across the insides of her maw only easing his path as he began to huff and grunt above her, no doubt nearing his peak.

Fingers curled around the tufts of fur atop her large, fennec like ears, holding her against his as she felt the slick flesh begin to pulse and throb against the roof of her muzzle. At the same time, Scion's teeth closed around her right nipple, the sharp lance of pain making Shadi's insides clench around his hilted dragonhood as it positively throbbed within her, pulsing like strobe lights at the nightclubs Isiat took her to on occasion.

She would have cried out if it weren't for the vulpine prick forcibly filling her mouth, he master giving a firm buck of his hips as he grunted above her, eyes closed in a look of bliss that she cherished being able to bring him. Her reward came in hot splashes along the length of her throat, and her well trained instincts made her start swallowing immediately, eagerly and sluttily swallowing her husband's seed while his boss snarled and pounded away at her still cumming snatch.

"Inside okay?" Scion growled, his scaled tail lashing about behind him in time with his thrusts as he ground the thick bulb at the base of his shaft against Shadi's already taut nether lips.

"She wouldn't have it any other way, would you kitten?" Isiat asked rhetorically. It wasn't a question. It was always his order. You take whatever they give you, wherever they choose to give it. You are my pet, and no matter what happens, I will always take care of you. Bad enough the vulpine never let her have birth control, it was only by some fluke of genetics and Isiat's nightly fuckings with his own overly aggressive and virile seed that she hadn't fallen pregnant.

Of course, that didn't stop him gambling with her womb when he did decide to generously share his pet... Even with that knowledge firmly in mind, it still gave her a wicked, perverse thrill. Isiat was right when he had called her a breeder. The very idea made her insides tremble with a perverse sort of eager anticipation.

Scion just grunted in response, his fat knot prying her sex open as he yanked her hips back towards his own, intent on stuffing the thick bulb of fuckmeat in her tight little kitten cunt and giving her a breeding like no other could.. "Good. Wasn't pulling out anyway... I can tell you're a good little breeder. Isiat's told me all about you..." Scion rumbled out deeply.

Shadi flushed red, panting as Isiat pulled out, wasting the last of his climax across her cheek; A single long ribbon of cum strang itself across her soft, tan fur, the smooth flesh of his shaft dragging the fur up into slick spikes as it matted.

She let out a long, pleasure ridden yowl as her body was forced to stretch, her cum-dripping nethers making a mess of the expensive desk beneath her as she was thoroughly fucked into its hardwood surface. Her agile little tongue darted out, lapping her masters cum from her muzzle where she could reach it as she dug her claws into the surface of the desk, and lifted her hips with a sultry purr, pushing herself back against the dragon.

"Ahhh~ Please... Want that knot..." She whined, Scion's grip on her waist only tightening in response as he shunted the desk across the office floor from the force of his thrusts, each successive pounding pushing the almost fully swollen knot deeper into her snatch. Oh, she would be sore later, but right now, her body was screaming in blissful torture for more of the dragons magnificently designed cock, the nubby barbs raking across her insides and sending her passage into trembling spasms of pleasure.

Her thighs were drenched, the fur mussed up and shiny from the lights on the ceiling of the office, and her jerky, trembling motions forced Scion to push down on her harder, pinning her chest to the desk as he leaned over her, taking her delicate body like she were no more than a simple whore beneath a stallion.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Scion snarled above her, his pleasure barely contained. Shadi's tight inner walls relaxed as she smartly let out her breath, preparing herself for what she knew was coming. The dragon's knot slammed into her body like a wrecking ball into the side of a tower, shunting the desk a good 3 inches across the floor as she cried out, gnashing and snapping her teeth like she was being mauled. Isiat knew differently however, watching on from his seat with a grin, his cigar lazily trailing smoke. She was creaming herself, and hard at that.

Shadi's eyes were clenched shut, her claws leaving marks in the hardwood as Scion's knot hit her again with a wet, messy pop as it forced her open to accept his girth, the spines running along the underside of his shaft flaring out to hold her in place as his balls churned, the first hot rush of virile dragon spunk flooding her womb, the tip pushed in past the tight feline's cervix.

"Ahhh, there you go... You've an... Excellent trained pet, Isiat. Careful, I might want to keep her." The massive dragon chuckled above Shadi, letting the feline roll her hips back against him and ride out the afterglow of her own climax while her belly swelled slightly from the sheer volume of cum the male was pumping into her, each stiff throb accompanied by a blossoming rush of warmth in her core.

"Well, to bad Scion. You can hire her, but you still have to give her back at the end of the day... Also, I may be swinging by her desk a few times during the day... Strictly business, of course... Just remember, this one's mine, aren't you kitten?" Isiat purred out smoothly as he stood, running a finger along his wife's petite jaw, a long, sultry purr answering him as she nodded, drunk with pleasure.

She accepted his praise graciously, or at least as gracefully as a cat who'd just been fucked into the table by a dragon could be.

"Ahh.... Yes sir..." She sighed breathlessly, her little tongue sticking from between her lips as she attempted to collect herself from the puddle of spunk that was leaking back out around Scions knot in her swollen sex.

"Hmm... So it would seem..." Scion huffed, almost sounding disappointed as he gave his hips a tug, his knot popping free with what seemed like far more cum than any one dragon should have been able to produce leaking back over her thighs to the floor below. Shadi just gasped, moaning softly as she reached down to gently probe her fingers against her sore, used slit.

"Very well... I think you've got the position. Once you're able to walk again, why don't you go ahead and clear the rest of my afternoon? Isiat and I can... Work on the details of your employment over round two..."