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There was always a terrible hustle and bustle around the Arcane One, for a dragon required not only constant servitude and attention, but deserved it. From his position by the great dragon's dais, Rake was able to see the entire throne room as well as the side garden where the lesser dragons - the more feral kin of the Arcane One - resided. His feline eyes wandered from his master to the massive archway that led into the throne room, covered only in purpur silks that had been stacked to render the outside almost invisible to anyone indoors. A strange rustling followed by several heavy footsteps snapped the leopard's attention to the middle of the archway, just as the silks parted.

"Lord General Hieronymus Caisus," a lioness shouted by the door as she scribbled his arrival onto a piece of parchment. The General was a wolf, clad in gold and silver ceremonial armour and with a flowing red cape trailing his steps. His left eye was milky white, and his right was blue as the deepest ocean. A fascinating sight.

The Arcane One rumbled, his forelegs crossed as his head tilted to the side. "Caisus, is that truly the name I hear? I recognise it well, I do."

"You have lived for centuries, Glorious One. I am not surprised you have heard the name before, for it is a well established, prestigious dynasty from which I hail."

Usually, Rake didn't pay particularly much attention to the chatter between his master and whatever envoys the mortal realms sent him, but a wolf was a rather unusual sight. Now, the leopard's own kin had been brought to the service of the Arcane One at the dawn of the Golden Era, but most of the patrons around the realm were similar to the dragon himself; scalies of all sorts. Lizards, crocodiles, alligators, you name it, they probably lived there.

The leopard was zoning out, calmed by the sensation of the breeze gently ruffling over his silks. They weren't exactly modest. A shawl that covered his shoulders, bound on his chest with an elegant golden dragon head, and a thin gold belt around which a red silk skirt hung. Rake was - for all intents and purposes - completely naked. But as were everyone else but the visitors, so it wasn't something he paid much attention to.

He was drawn back to the present by the sudden cough of the dragon. His eyes darted to the large, golden eyes that stared at him behind the emerald scales. He knew that gaze and was all too happy to oblige. Curtseying to the visiting general, the feline passed him by and went to the other end of the dais, where the hindlegs of the great dragon were laying.

As if bidden by an unknown force, the Arcane One parted his hindlegs, continuing his conversation with the wolf. Rake saw his master's slit coming into view, slightly swollen - clearly some thought had latched onto the dragon's mind, much to the leopard's joy. Running a claw along it, he watched a fleshy tip nudge its way out. There was something rather strange about serving the Arcane One in this manner... In the presence of foreigners, no less. But it was nothing he hadn't done before.

Kneeling down, the feline's nostrils flared as he took in that familiar musk of the male. Strong. Dominant. The scent of a mortal god - or was he in fact immortal? He'd lived for longer than any civilisation, but he never did comment on it. Rake shook the thoughts from his head as the scent grew stronger; his eyes fixated one that throbbing, tapered tip of the dragonhood. It glistened with precum, small drops running down its underside and pooling at the slit.

Pressing his lips over the luscious tip, the feline felt his master try to suppress a shudder. The taste was almost fiery, but not in a spicy manner. It was warm. Salty. And there was a tinge of something the leopard couldn't quite place, but it made him desire the dragonhood all the more, so he pressed his lips down further over the member. Closing his eyes, he focused on the sensation; the multitude of tiny bumps that surrounded the cockhead tickled his tongue and the roof of his maw, and a sudden jet of precum that fired into his throat almost provoked a gag - but he kept still and focused.

The dragon's tail slapped onto the dais as Rake lowered his maw even further along the shaft. Without warning, the dragon rolled his hindlegs slightly, forcing the smaller, lithe leopard to climb onto his thigh in order to continue servicing him. Still, feeling the sensation of the green leathery hide under his paws, and how warm and welcoming it felt, made Rake all the more determined to please the Arcane One.

Pulling his maw off the shaft, the feline used a handpaw to stroke along the member as it reached its full size. There was no way he could fit it all in his maw. Quadrepal dragons like the Arcane One were huge in size, even when it came to their genitals. As the shaft reached its peak size, it stood at more than a feet. But there were other means by which he could stimulate the larger male.

Placing his maw back over the large tip, Rake felt and tasted another shot of the pre. This time, he didn't pause; instead he pressed his maw as far down the girthy shaft as he could, using his tongue to caress and massage around the large member. His paws were not to go idle either, and began to stroke in parallel to each other. One stroked up along the top of the shaft, the other down along the bottom.

The leopard's skills soon paid off. In the midst of a sentence, the dragon let out a very loud grunt that startled everyone in the room, and Rake was rewarded with a large mawful of the dragon's hot seed. He swallowed as much of it as he could, and the rest was allowed to dribble onto the dragon's thigh.

With a cough, the feline stepped up to his master's head and bowed deeply. "You have done me service, Rake. Please, do go and get cleaned. I have someone I would like you to meet later."

Wordlessly, Rake nodded his head and shuffled off to the gardens, where other servants were preparing a basin for him to wash in.