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In the Backroom, After Hours

For Tobias

By Draconicon

Coming back from the Alleys always left Sarina drained. Getting in and out of the old maze was hard enough, even with the toll masters weren't there. When they were, the demands were a lot higher. The dragoness sighed, rubbing some of the dirt off of her face as she walked up to the front door of her office. She reached down, paused.

"..."

The door was unlocked. And considering she was pretty sure that she'd left it locked, that meant either a rather powerful friend had come visiting, or someone less than friendly was waiting inside. The red and black dragoness sighed, rubbing her cheeks.

"This is all I need...Well, here's hoping you're friendly, whoever you are."

She pushed the door open, and came to an immediate stop.

Sitting on her desk was a Doberman, one with a pistol on one hip and a rifle slung over his shoulder, a rifle that seemed to phase in and out of existence the longer that she looked at it. Sarina rubbed her eyes, blinking a few times, and by the time that she looked up again, it was gone.

He, however, was still there. And he was smiling.

"Okay, either you had a bit of fun on the way here, or you're exceedingly happy to see me," she said, unable to quite fight back a smile of her own. "What brings you here, Tobias?"

"Checking on you. Heard there was some trouble."

The way that he arched an eyebrow meant that he'd heard about the stuff down at the Alleys. She shook her head.

"Nothing big."

"Nothing small?"

"A few small things. Nothing for those." She gestured at his weapons. "Just trying to keep you from coming out of retirement, here."

"...I appreciate that."

She knew that he'd do it in a second, though. Not necessarily for her, nor for anyone else that came asking. Nah. That would be down to whether he was interested enough...or if there were enough people in danger.

She shut the door behind her.

"Do you mind if I get a shower? I just had to deal with -"

"Go. Get clean."

Nodding, the dragoness walked past him to the little private room that she kept in the back of her office. After so many days having to sleep here, she'd gotten it renovated, putting in a shower, a bathroom, and most importantly, a bed.

...Second-most importantly.

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After getting clean enough for her and his standards, she stepped out to find him waiting in the bedroom. He had set down the rifle - only visible through a shadow on the wall that shouldn't have been there - though not the pistol. He sat with his arms crossed, waiting for her. She didn't keep him waiting, sitting down on the bed with her towel wrapped around her.

"Something else on your mind?"

He was quiet. Always was. Not a word passed from his lips that wasn't considered a hundred times. Sarina liked that; it made her feel like the time was never wasted.

As he thought, she reached out for her clothes, pulling the spare pair from under the bed. She unrolled her shirt, her pants -

"Put them down...?"

It was almost a command, with only the slightest hint of a question mark at the very end of the sentence to make the dragoness turn from what she was doing to look at him. Tobias wasn't looking at her, but his fingers were clenching at the sheets a bit.

"Put them down."

"The clothes?"

He nodded.

"...Okay."

She set them back on the floor, but before she could sit up again, he had his hand on the towel. He looked at her, a lightning-quick expression that asked for permission, so fast that anyone else that had been looking at him would have missed it. She didn't.

"Oh..."

Sarina's look of understanding quickly melted into a smile.

"Okay then."

The towel went flying, and she went back on the bed. She yelped as she hit the sheets, bouncing back a foot or two until her head hit the pillows. Her body, and the one obvious difference that Tobias already knew about, were no longer hidden.

Even though she'd told him about what was down there, she still blushed, fighting the urge to pull her legs together as he stared down at her cock. The red shaft normally ended with a black tip, but after her encounters with the werewolves today, it had...shifted. The tip was tapered, flattened out, and the base was just fattened enough to stay locked out of its sheath.

He leaned over her, pinning her legs with his arms as he dragged a finger down the side of her shaft.

"How long's it going to stay like this?"

"A few hours, at least. Maybe til morning?" She shrugged, fighting the burning on her cheeks. "I'm not sure. I don't...usually time it."

"Would be smart. Know how long it lasts."

"Probably would be smart, yeah. I should start doing that." She knew what he was doing. Trying to figure a way forward. They'd already started, and...and they hadn't said the important thing yet.

Sarina reached out, laying her hand on his.

"I want this," she said. "I...didn't expect it...but I do want this."

"You're sure?"

She nodded.

"Completely, one-hundred percent sure, Tobias. I was just...surprised."

The Doberman nodded, then surprised her further by sliding back along the bed. She sat up, still having to force herself to keep her legs open as he reached under the bed.

"Did you seriously stash something here?"

"Seemed a safe place to hide something important," he muttered from under the bed.

"Yeah, but...okay, I can't argue that. What did you have in - oh, god..."

She blushed as he stood back up, holding a riding crop in one hand and a little metal band on the other. He laid them on the bed, and then quickly, efficiently undressed himself. No teasing, no holding back. Just quickly stripping down to get to the point.

Her eyes flicked over his chest, spotting a couple of scars before they dropped down to -

"Well...I guess we match, in a way?" she said, smiling.

He didn't blush, but he did move closer, quicker, almost like he wasn't expecting her to be quite so ready for his equipment. She leaned back, giving him more space as he straddled her, sitting on her stomach, his pussy pressed against her as he stroked the crop across her breasts.

"Hmm...looks like someone else was at these before me," he said.

"You're not the only one that has to store stuff across the city," she said, chuckling. "You store weapons and ammo, I store clothes and - AH!"

She gasped, the crop flicking across one black nipple in a blur of motion. Her fingers clenched into the sheets, her teeth clicking together afterwards. She shook her head.

"Mmph. You tease..."

"Tease, is it?"

He flicked his hand, the crop coming down twice more, each time smacking just across the very tip of her nipples, the second followed up by a slow pressure from underneath, lifting her tits up for him to get a better look at. He leaned in, almost like someone inspecting proper maintenance on something.

"Does that feel like a tease?" he asked.

"Mmm...feels more like a promise."

"You like this?"

"I better...because I know you have so much more planned than this."

He didn't quite look surprised. If anything, he looked...delightfully informed. But it was the truth. The Doberman wasn't the first that had seen her body like this, nor treated it as such. But he was doing a delightful job at making sure she'd remember him.

The crop slipped down, running across her chest slowly. She deliberately kept herself from bracing for the next hit, knowing that he was waiting for her to be prepared, then drop her guard. Instead, she just left herself open, waiting, more eager than she wanted to admit.

SMACK!

She hissed as the next one came down on the side of her left breast, just hard enough to bruise through the scales. It got a few repeat smacks, lighter, but still just as hot to her body, just as attention-grabbing. She took a deep breath -

"AH!"

And he did it again, this time on the other one, going light to hard rather than hard to light. He chuckled.

"Hmmm, so you take it hard with ease...but light touches..."

"Heh...Well, if you're so interested in questioning my body..." She smiled. "Maybe I should make it a challenge."

"Maybe. But not this time."

He slid down, slowly. She was almost surprised; most people were so fast, so eager, but he was taking his time. She didn't know why, but she didn't question it. This was a gift. She wasn't sure what for, but she wasn't going to question it. She just planned on enjoying it.

Tobias stopped with he reached her crotch. He leaned forward, letting only his front touch her down there. He smiled again.

"Still hard, are we?"

"I might have enjoyed that..."

"You'll enjoy this, too."

The riding crop was still in his hand, and she doubted that he'd finished using it just yet. That said, the way that he slid over her shaft, dropping back between her legs, it was clear that he wasn't quite so focused on pain. Not by itself, at least.

She blushed at the way that he stared at her shaft. It felt like he was both fascinated with it and eager for it. Usually, people staring at it went to people talking about how freaky it was, and that in and of itself had become exciting for her. A defense mechanism, just like her brain was running a hundred miles a second now out of her own nerves to keep her from thinking about what might happen next.

But this was different. He licked his lips, then -

"Mmmmph..."

He dragged his tongue along the head. Not for long, not in the long, savoring way that some monsters might have done, but in a little teasing thing, like a nibble to the neck or a pinch to the bottom. Just something to whet the appetite.

She bit her lips as he spat on the side of her cock, and then did the same on the other side. He made a V with his fingers and started rubbing it in, spreading it across her cock. The slow, deliberate, almost clinical movements sent little shivers down her spine and made her throb all the more down there.

"Mmmph...you...you are...a royal...tease..."

"This is nothing."

"Mmmph...for you...I'm not...trained for this."

"Heh, this isn't training. This is what I want, for once."

He licked her again, right across the sensitive tip, before spitting on her shaft once more. He almost seemed like he didn't want to lick too often, didn't want to suck, or taste, but he wanted to get her slick and wet for him. She shook from head to toe, the slow touches so much harder to deal with than the stuff she dealt with on a regular basis.

Every so often, he would lean in and give her another lick, another teasing, too-quick touch, and then he'd be back to the slow lubing up. Her cock was throbbing from the tease, but not quite drooling the way it would be from a blowjob. He seemed to be delighting in the shivers that he was causing, though.

By the time he was done, she was beyond eager for more. Seeing the Doberman lift himself up and straddle her cock was like seeing an angel come down from heaven, considering how needy she was. She started to lift her hips, but he brought the riding crop down, gently pressing the tip against her balls.

"Ah ah," he muttered.

"God...damnit..."

"Don't worry. We're both getting just what we want. But don't you dare cum before knotting me."

"Mmmph. Wouldn't dream of it."

He grabbed her by the knot, holding her shaft still before bringing his hips down. The sight of that pussy, that dripping spade, was making her twitch again. She wanted to be inside. She wanted to give him what he wanted.

But it was up to him to set the pace.

The pointed tip of her cock fit perfectly with the fortune-cookie shape of the spade. It slid along one of the fold lines and went right to the center, and as Tobias pushed down, it just...slid in. And he...was...tight.

"Don't cum."

The 'reminder' was followed up by a little smack to her balls. The riding crop was gentler there than it had been at her breasts, but god, she still felt it. She barely kept from jerking and thrusting up, but she knew better than to force it. Particularly now.

He rolled his hips a bit, shifting from one foot to the other as he got into position. She slipped out of him once, but was right back in a second later. That wet heat was running down her shaft, adding to the slick layer along her cock, and she had to grip her mattress so hard, so firmly, that she was wondering if she'd need to buy a new one by the time that this was all over.

Tobias positioned himself just over her, his ears twitching, pulled back just a little bit as if he was a little nervous. But that smile...

"Heh...that smile for me?" she asked.

"No."

He shook his head, the smile turning to a more neutral expression instantaneously.

"Just...enjoying this."

"...Sure," she said with a nod. "Just...go ahead and enjoy it."

"On three."

"Huh?"

"One...two...three."

He pushed himself down. Not instantly going to the hilt, but moving a lot faster than she expected him to. She rolled her head back, the dragoness savoring the feeling of the tight spade pressing tighter to her cock than any toy ever had. Every inch that slid in was instantly squeezed between tight, slippery walls, wet and clamping with every muscle inside, and -

Her eyes widened as it hit her. She looked down as Tobias reached the base of her cock, and then looked up at his face. She pointed down, then made a V shape with her fingers questioningly.

His response with a little wink and eyebrow waggle before lifting his hips again, and at that point, questions were beyond pointless.

She knew better than to thrust. Right now, better to act like the dildo that she needed to be, and just not cum. And that, in and of itself, was going to be a challenge. Tobias was so slippery, so wet, so goddamn tight that it was like resisting a succubus trying to pull her soul out through her dick. Not the first time, there but -

"GAH!"

The dragoness jerked as she felt the crop come down again, smacking against her cock. She whipped her eyes back up.

"Don't start thinking of someone else," he said. "I'm here...think of this..."

He rolled his hips down again, sinking her cock all the way inside of him. She gasped, sucking air from how he was doing this so easily -

SMACK!

"NNNGH!" And then he smacked her balls again.

"Or think of that."

"Mmph...you...God..."

She huffed and puffed, her fingers clenching and releasing several times before she could summon the air for proper speech again.

"God...Why not...why not...both?"

"Oh?"

The smile on his face grew larger than ever. A slow chuckle followed, rising in volume as he lifted himself up her cock to the very tip, the riding crop circling around her shaft in the process.

"You like pain, do you?"

"Mmmph...yeah...I do..." she panted.

"Then try this."

He pulled the riding crop back just enough to slam down on her again. This time, he didn't stop, but instead started riding her in earnest, supporting himself with one hand on her chest, bouncing along her shaft at a furious pace. The tightness was slowly lessening, but he was still so hot, so -

She screamed as he brought the riding crop down again, hitting himself and her at the same time. Clit and cock caught in the same hit. Another, and this time they screamed together, the pair of them making a duet of pain and pleasure.

Up and down, up and down, and it took everything she had not to thrust back up at him, not to take some little bit of the initiative. She deliberately held back, even as every blow pushed her to take some of it back. Up and down, up and down, up -

SMACK!

That one hit her right on her growing knot, the pain searing through her almost as badly as if he had hit her sack. She gasped for breath as he pushed down on it right after, grinding his spade against it, teasing her with what waited as soon as he was opened up enough to take her.

Back to riding, back to the fast, velvet-glove grip of that tight little fortune-cookie, feeling it squeezing her right to the edge of her stamina. Even if she didn't knot, she wasn't sure she could hold back from cumming at this rate. She was gasping a bit like a fish when she wasn't yelping and shouting at the smacks to her cock and balls, and the fact that Tobias was hitting himself as often as he did her didn't keep her from feeling the smacks.

And she loved every second of it.

Up, down, up, down the Doberman went, smacking those hips down against her knot, pressing and grinding on her. He was saying something, too, whispering.

"Go on...knot me...Knot me if you can...Do it...do it...Do it!"

He kept riding her, pushing down, smacking her with the crop, occasionally even reaching back and hitting her balls again. Up and down, up and down, grinding and squelching that slippery cunt against her.

And then, Sarina snapped.

Unable to take it anymore, she reached out and grabbed him. He'd said to do it, and she was goddamn gonna do it.

Her claws sank into his hips, giving her the grip she needed. She tugged, hard, feeling his spade squeeze against her knot, her muscles finally pulling him down hard enough to get to the halfway point, stretching out that hole until -

POP!

Her knot locked her in place, and Tobias's fingers curled into a fist of its own on her chest, claws scraping against her scales as she pumped her load inside of him. She couldn't stop herself. She kept pulling him down, squeezing him against her, unable and unwilling to let go as she ground into him. She huffed and puffed, her eyes closed tight, her entire body shaking.

And, as her own shakes faded, she realized he was doing the same. Deliberately trying not to fall over, holding himself up, a grin on his face as he looked down at her.

"So...you can follow orders."

"Mmmph...if I'd known...you were wanting it that bad..."

"Hmmph. Should have figured it out."

"We can't all be as smart as you."

"..."

He shook his head, poking her on the nose, then leaned back. She had a perfect view of her knot holding her locked with him, and the dragoness wondered if the knot would go down, first, or if she would go back to having a humanoid cock first.

It was the former, slowly sliding free and back into her sheath. Tobias got up, collecting his clothes. She laid on the bed, smiling at him.

"Do I at least get a souvenir of this momentous event?" she asked, chuckling.

"You will. In a while."

"How long?"

"Few months."

"..."

"Hope you're prepared to support a litter of puppies."

He flashed her a grin, cackling with laughter as he pulled his shirt on and walked out of her bedroom. She stared after him, slowly shaking her head.

"Bastard," she muttered affectionately.

The End