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"You mock me." The dragoness said with scorn. She turned away from the balcony that overlooked the sandy dunes beyond and let the sunlight wrap about her silhouette. Her guest remained idle in his seat as he watched her glare at him. He smiled in reply.

"How so?" The dragon asked with his amusement unhidden. His eyes followed her as she left the balcony. The light could no longer cast a halo about her and he could clearly see the contrast of her dress on her figure. The ivory silk, imported from afar, hung off her body not unlike water poured from a glass. It wrapped around her curves and left little to the imagination. The dark shade of her skin only made it more divine.

She stopped at the small table where a decanter was left to rest by a servant. He propped his elbow on the chair's arm and leaned to the side until his cheek came to rest on his raised hand. He didn't even bother hiding the flick of his tail tip. He was very amused, and she clearly was not.

"You know why." She replied, and poured herself a glass of the clear wine. It, too, was imported much like her dress. There was not one plot of land in all the desert that could grow a grape let alone much else. The dragoness not only wore her wealth for all to see, but consumed it readily and in full view. It was not lost on him that she was imparting to him some generosity as she readied a second glass of wine for him.

She approached him now with a glass in each hand. Her tail had an irritated twitch, and she hid her scowl as poorly as he did his smile as he outstretched a hand to take the offered glass. The wine was sweet to the tongue with a tart aftertaste that lingered.

"Perhaps I do, but I hesitate to make a fool of myself, my dear." He replied, and then lifted his cheek from his hand to lean himself backwards against the wicker backing of the seat. The delicately woven chair was craft somewhere else, as well. One could easily tell the manor was full to the brim with all manners of foreign items. The glut of wealth on display was amusing to the smuggler. "It also amusing me to watch you squirm."

"I'm sure much amuses a man like you." She told him and a took an adjacent seat. He watched as she carefully crossed on leg over the over as she made herself comfortable by slipping her tail neatly through the space in the back of the chair.

He chuckled in replied and took another drink from his glass. This time he let it linger on his tongue a little longer before taking the swallow. More than once he'd heard that to enjoy wine to its fullest one had to savor every mouthful to catch each and every subtle note. The flavor of wine was complex, you see, and he was a dragon that very much enjoyed the complexities of life. Be it wine or women there were many notes to take and analyze, and the dragon scowling at him from over the rim of her glass was no exception.

"You would be right, my dear." He told her after letting the wine settle in his stomach. He noticed she was chewing on the side of her cheek anxiously. "You amuse me."

She stopped her chewing and scoffed at him.

"I amuse many, but for all manners of reasons. You, I'm afraid, are amused not by me, but by the promise of conquest." She accused him. His brows both lifted with even greater interest, and he took another sip from his glass.

"Conquest, yes." He replied flatly, but paused to savor one more swallow. She moved to speak and he lifted two fingers to silence her, and she bit her tongue. Oh, how she wanted to scold him so, he could tell.

"However, an opportunity for conquest has not yet been offered to me, Marquis Cherisse." He said her name this time along with a polite reminder of her title and station. Being a Marquis was rather important here in the city. She leaned back heavily in her chair and glowered. She took another, albeit larger, sip from her own glass.

"And yet here you sit in my foyer enjoying the gifts of my generosity." She shot back.

"Generosity, yes indeed." He replied. "But not conquest."

"You did not bring what you promised." She countered with a reminder that he had arrived empty handed, and he nodded his head in agreement. Of course he'd not come prepared to fulfill his end of the agreement. What fool would?

"Would you have brought something so precious into my foyer had our situations been reversed, Marquis?" He asked her, and she tipped her glass back and swallowed loudly. What a poor showing of class for a woman of her great station.

"Do you have it?" She demanded to know, and to which he nodded. He did have it, yes.

"Then can I have it?" Another question. He looked at her with the wryest of smiles. She continued to glower.

"I have no reason not to provide it so long as I don't leave empty handed myself." He replied just before sealing his lips with the rim of his glass. Her tail slapped the floor with a nice clap. He watched her stand swiftly, and followed her path as she left him to his chair.

She paced to the decanter, then halfway toward him to meet his gaze with a glare.

"I will have it?" She asked firmly. He nodded with yet one more smile. "And when?"

"When I leave here I will send a message to my courier, and then you will have it. It'll be in your hands by midnight if my visit here isn't overly long." He told her, and she looked away with the most flustered look. Her eyes shot back to him, and her lips curled into a sneer right before she tightened them back again.

"I have your word!" She demanded. He tipped his glass back to his lips and let the last of its contents drain fully into his mouth. He bothered not to savor it as he knew he'd already won a sweeter prize to let linger across his tongue. The dragon smiled at the Marquis and gave her a nod most noble.

Her tail swished once behind her with frustration and the sound of skin sliding across the tile was the loudest thing in the room. She sat her glass down next to the decanter and nodded back to him curtly.

"Well, let's get this over with!" She demanded again before pivoting and letting her tail sweep once more across the floor. He stood and followed the Marquis as she led him from the foyer with his own glass being left to sit next to hers as he stepped past the decanter.

The home of the Marquis was rather opulent, and he had to admit she had good taste. He was led down a hallway, and they past by a nervous looking servant who pressed their back to the wall to avoid their master's anger. She did seem rather upset over something, he joked to himself.

It did not take long for him to be led to a bedroom. Judging by the look of it she had not taken him to her private chambers, and that was fine. Any room would do for what he wanted for their exchange.

"Shut the door." She told him, and he closed it behind them. When he turned back to face her she was hardly the imposing figure she appeared to be in public. Her dark complexion was laced with undertones of red blush and her tail was twitchy with nerves.

"What must I do?" She asked him, and now he knew she was fully resigned to her fate. He smiled and approached her. She flinched when he cupped her chin in a careful hand. "Don't draw this out."

"I wouldn't dare, my dear." He told her, and tilted her head to the side before letting go of her chin to run the back of his hand across her cheek. He smiled and let his hand drift to her shoulder. He applied a downward pressure. "I'm sure you know how to get a man ready."

She scowled, but began to kneel. In her dress it was a challenge, but still she managed to get down onto her knees. Reluctantly she began to undo the front of his trousers. He was more fascinated with her face than what her hands were doing. To watch the expression of the proud Marquis as she pulled out his cock would be a sight to behold.

And her expression changed, indeed! Her scowling shifted to confusion as her hand reached in to grasp his slowly stiffening member. She even looked up at him as if she needed to be told that it was in fact his cock. She was quick to look away as the blushing on her cheeks deepened in color as she saw his member for the first time. His manhood was as proud in the bedroom as her pride was swollen in public. It was going to be a real delight to see which of the two was larger.

"You're a filthy man, Sarkis!" She cursed him as his cock swelled in her hand. She was blushing so furiously that her eyes seemed to be watering now that she understood what she was going to have to do. If she wanted him to uphold his end of the deal then she'd had to do more than just prostrate herself in front of him. He would have the Marquis as a prostitute or no deal.

"I've been called far worse, my dear." He replied, and grabbed her behind her head and pulled her snout in close. His cock was half erect and pressed roughly against her cheek as he throbbed against her. She'd have felt his heartbeat pumping fresh blood into his shaft as easily as he could feel her breath against his balls.

"It's said you have a silver tongue, Marquis. Put it to use." He told her, and her glare was as hot as fire, but he smiled in reply. He wasn't worried. The Marquis, proud as she was, would not do anything to soil the deal she'd made. Her eyes shut themselves tightly, but her mouth reluctantly opened.

That first sensation of her lips wrapping around him was divine. Not just the simple pleasure of a mouth encircling his cock, no. It was the conquest of someone so highborn and noble. He tightened the grip on the back of her head and yanked her home to his crotch where she belonged. She gagged and choked on him as he force fed every girthy inch of his prick down into her gullet.

Her hands slapped at his thighs, and he replied with a satisfied growl.

"That's good, my dear. I suggest you not fight it." He told her as calmly as one could with their cock buried into a tight hole. Call the Marquis any slur you liked, but it was clear to him by her gagging that she didn't need to suck her way to power. Had she done any of that her tongue would have known what to do by now.

Her eyes were open again and dribbling little tears of a woman straining to fit something far too large. He pushed her head back and let her have some air again, and the dragoness choked and coughed quite robustly. She looked positively humiliated, and that was just fine by him.

"Scoundrel! I'll-" She began.

"Do what might I ask?" He cut her off and tightened his grip. "You have my word, and my reputation precedes me."

She visibly clenched her teeth and looked ripe to grab his balls in a not so tender fashion. However, she was bested. Her mouth opened and she began to wet his cock. This time with little urging from his hand she did her best to service him. Inexperienced and tight as her throat was she did manage to pleasure him a little. It was more than enough to ensure a rigid erection, but if he had to be honest the simple truth he was going to fuck the Marquis was enough to get most 'scoundrels' hard as steel.

"All the way down." he told her, and his cock muffled her growl of reply. She did as told and pushed her head back down onto him until he felt the resistance grow in her throat. She was gagging herself on his dick while she tried valiantly to force him all the way down into her gullet. At last, on her own accord, the head of his cock popped past the resistance offered and he was again hilted in her maw.

He grabbed her head with both hands and pushed her off.

"Take a deep breath, my dear." He told her, and she glared up at him.

"Don't you dare." She demanded quietly. He sneered back at her.

"You're going to want to take a deep breath, Marquis Cherisse." He told her again more sternly. She took a swallow of spit and he watched her inhale nice and deep. He yanked her down swiftly and his prick slipped through her lips and deep down into her gullet again.

He hilted himself quickly in her mouth several times with his hands anchoring her head tight to his groin. The short thrusts he was giving her didn't move him much, but the crown of his cock was working its way back and forth across that point of resistance deep within her maw, and loosening her up all the while.

Both her hands clung to his trousers desperately as he listened to the suction of his cock plugging her mouth. She gagged and coughed around him, and soon after he'd begun her grip on his legs grew pleading and desperate.

He freed her head and she sucked in a mighty lung full of air. Both hands relaxed and he let her collapse to her side. Tears stained her cheeks and spit ran freely from his lips. Yes, the proud Marquis had done a good job of getting a man ready. His twitching cock was evidence of that.

"If you don't want that dress torn I suggest you do something about it." He told her, and in her silence she obeyed him. He'd humiliated her quite a bit, and yet her anger did not abate. She was not one so easily broken, and her pride may have only suffered but a flesh wound. The Marquis shifted on the floor and glared at him with as much bite as a venomous serpent.

She slithered out of her dress with what one could call defiance. He had to take in her beauty all over again. The Marquis had looked heavenly in white, but when laid bare on the floor at his feet she was something else entirely. If one could rise higher than heaven then perhaps that might be what the Marquis resembled. It was no surprise that his tongue was licking his lips with hunger.

"You think I'll forget today?" She told her with a glower as she spread her legs for him on the carpet. He chuckled.

"I never fail to leave a lasting impression, my dear." He told her with a smirk. She jerked her head to the side and lowered herself to her back so she was laid out completely for him. Sarkis dropped to a knee, and then to his hands so that he might crawl across her figure. He soaked her in with his gaze and admired every curve and crease. His journey ended with his lips buried into the crook of her neck. She pulled her head away from him with disgust as his hands roamed her chest and took hold of each heavy breast.

He made her grunt and grit her teeth with the strength of his hands as he roughly kneaded her breasts.

"A fine body, Marquis." He told her as he planted his knees behind her thighs. His cock hung low and jabbed awkwardly at her crotch.

"Just do it!" She hissed, and he freed one breast and snatched her chin and dragged her snout to his face. He forced her to kiss him. The entire time he slithered his tongue into her mouth she struggled to keep her own tongue away from his own. He took a lot of pleasure from her resistance. The more she struggled the harder he felt himself become. Defiling someone this high in status was like an aphrodisiac.

He broke the kiss and planted his hand next to her head while he used the other to grab the hilt of his spear. Sarkis lined himself up with her entrance and pressed forward. He watched her face contort with a mixture of emotions as she was made to fit every inch of him inside her tight hole.

The Marquis wore a look of disgust, which quickly turned to discomfort, and then he was delighted to see her eyes widen as her teeth clenched tightly together as the first half of his cock sank between her folds. She finally let free her breath with a sharp exhale, then sucked in another lungful.

"Wait!" She pleaded with him, but he sank himself further. The dragoness clawed his hips and he could feel her push at him, but she was no match for his strength. His heavy balls, full with pent seed, came to rest against her ass and tail. Her face was contorted with the grinding of her jaws. Her breathing came quickly through her nose as she struggled to endure being so thickly filled with a dragon's steel.

"I haven't even started yet and you seem out of breath, my dear." He told her with a subtle grunt of his own. Filling her with this much dick was not easy. She was clenching down around him tight as could be. He wondered if she would be the one to ruin his stamina with how more effort it would take to break her in. He snorted and sneered down at her. She looked up at him with a mix of outrage and shame.

His cock jumped once and a thin stream of precum filled her tunnel. That made him sigh and relax against her body. She would get a full load soon enough, and he drug his hips back. His girth carried with it her tender and stretched flesh for just a moment before it quickly slipped back into place. As he gently rocked in and out of her Sarkis taught her pussy just how much of a man's pride it could be made to take, and then some. The more he plowed her the more slick precum leaked from his tip. Between his and her own lubrication it was becoming less and less of a chore to fuck her.

Sarkis shifted forward and locked their hips together tight. The Marquis flinched as the end of his rock probed against her cervix. He could really feel that protective barrier stretch against his glans as he left her overly full. Knowing ahead of time that she would be lying with a man she was no doubt prepared with more protection than just her cervix. He highly doubted she was willing to carry his clutch, and her lack of protest about him hilting in her pussy only left him with a trace amount of curiosity.

"Do you fancy a clutch, my dear?" He growled at her, and she sneered back.

"Needn't you worry!" She barked back at him. "Just do it!"

He laughed at her, then started fucking her. She shouted and grabbed at his hips. The ends of her fingernails dug into his sides, but it was a good kind of pain. Every downward thrust pressed the head of his cock against her innermost barrier, and he would watch her face contort into a strained grunt.

She finally managed to lock her jaws shut, and the Marquis managed to impress him by remaining silent for a whole 3 minutes before she finally made her next noise. Her body was responding to being bred by a strong male and no matter how much she hated it the Marquis was not going to be able to resist as she'd no doubt hoped.

"Fuck you!" She cried and her fingernails were no longer trying to sink through the fabric of his tunic and into his flesh. She was reluctantly gripping him and clinging, and the hot look of shame was writ large over her face.

"Indeed." he snorted back with pleasure. He stopped, leaving her panting, and grabbed her behind her knees. With little effort he pulled her knees up and shoved them against her chest as he rolled himself forward and on top of her. She was trapped beneath his larger body now with his hands coming to rest over her shoulders.

He settled his own legs to her sides for a stable squat, and he lifted his hips just a bit. Sarkis smirked down at her before he dropped his hips like a hammer to an anvil. The wet slap of their bodies meeting didn't cease. He pounded the Marquis like this solidly until she was a mess of screams and shouts.

Whatever desire the dragoness had to resist and struggle was now a fragile memory. He'd conquered her, and he knew that she knew it. Her eyes told it all. They burned with a mix of lust and rage as she was left defeated under his skillful attentions. She was his until he was decidedly done with her.

How long could he last in a cunt this slick and tight? He wasn't sure, but the end was not yet near. He could feel his future orgasm bubbling up in him like steam in a kettle, but he knew he still had time to play with his toy.

With a grunt he buried himself back in and sat his full weight atop her. He strained at her barrier and the Marquis howled for him. Her body was beginning to quiver under him, and so he egged her body on with a quick grind of his hips. Rocking his hips steadily against her pressed and stroked the head of cock at her cervix and he sneered down at his prize.

The Marquis stared up at him with wide eyes, as they now both knew what was coming. Her jaw set and he watched her breathing flare her nostrils as she fought to contain to coming ecstasy that was soon to claim her. Her body thrashed, and her hands slapped at his with fingers vibrating with electric power as the pleasure of getting impaled by his cock ripped across her body.

She even tried holding her breath, but that was her undoing. He watched the dragoness flail under him, and even tried pushing him off her to know avail. Oh how desperate she was! He pulled a hand off the floor and reached down to find her clit, and he touched it with only his thumb.

"FUHK!" She screamed at last. For a breathe moment she was silent save for the gesture of sucking in fresh air, but then right after she was right back at it. "YOU!"

Her entire body vibrated and shook as a gout of slick feminine juices exploded over his cock and thumb as he rubbed a nice circle around her clit. The Marquis wailed in orgasm as the ecstacy took her, and one of her hands swung out and managed to slap him across the face. He barked down at her with cruel laughter as she was humiliated herself by cumming under him like a wanton whore.

"Me?" He asked her joyfully.

"FILTH!" She shouted, fresh tears falling from her eyes before another earthquake ripped through her. The newest vibrate of her body began from her cunt and rose up her body to her head. He could watch her shiver and shake as her mouth hung open.

Twitching and defiled she went limp under him. She was panting hard and could scarcely speak. Sarkis pulled his hand away from her clit and pressed it back to the floor. He went back to rutting her solidly until the pressure in the twin kettles that were his nuts began to rise to a nice roiling boil.

"I'LL!" She squealed as his pace quickened. He was going to finishing her end of the deal with a nice load packed into her tight body. "NEV-AHH!"

"Yes! Of course, my dear!" He grunted down at her as he neared his peak. His balls were rising up to cling to his body now. So very close. He locked his jaws tight with lips curled into a satisfied grin.

"YOU! YOU- PAY!" She tried to threaten him, but he wasn't worried. Marquis though she may be she was not all powerful. Only within her jurisdiction did she have sway, and his trade took him across the continent. He would be free as a bird on the wind once he left her manor, and after telling his courier to delivery his end of the agreement, of course. He was a dragon of his word, after all.

Sarkis lifted his hips all the way up and let his cock slip from her now very ruined cunt. Slick juices from both of them ran clear like spring water with long strings of the sticky stuff connecting their groins together. With a quick hand he grabbed himself by the hilt and aimed his cock lower, and dropped his well lubed cock down to jab the Marquis right between her cunt and anus.

Being so slick made it easy for the head of his cock to slide back to her asshole, and there it pried her backdoor wide open. The Marquis shrieked very briefly before her voice caught in her throat. He sank deep in her ass and felt her walls cling to his lubricated spear so tightly he knew he'd have never been able to do it without the help of her cunt slobbering its juices all over his prick.

He enjoyed watching her body grow stiff with shock as her mouth was stuck agape with eyes widening to saucers as she felt a cock spear into her backside for the first time. His balls came to rest against her tail and that was that. The entire journey took only a few seconds, but being gripped so tightly by her tunnel was all it took to draw the cum from his balls.

Sarkis groaned happily, and his cock throbbed and jerked within the Marquis. He filled her deeply and with plentiful bounty. It didn't matter from the start if she was using protection to keep herself from bearing his clutch. He never intended to risk it from the start when he could always paint her chute white with his cream.

"You take a dick in the ass rather well for someone so high born as you, Marquis Cherisse." He mocked her. Her body was relaxing slightly, but she was still speechless. When he pulled himself free of her there was cum aplenty to spill from her gaped hole. Pearly white seed oozed from her and over her tail to pool on the floor beneath her.

"I'll be taking my leave now, Marquis." He said whilst standing, and returned his softening member to the confines of his trousers. The dragoness was breathing heavily as she stared at the ceiling. "I do suggest you not send anyone after me. If I suspect I'm being tailed you won't be seeing that delivery you so desperately desired."

"Get." She finally rasped. "Out!"

He chuckled, and gave her a polite if exaggerated courtly bow.

"Certainly, my dear. Expect 'it' to arrive by midnight." He reminded her, and then pivoted on his heel to find the exit. When he emerged from the room there was a single guard and two servants waiting. All three looked uncomfortable.

"The Marquis wished me to relay a request for fresh tea to be made." He nodded to one of the young servants who nervously nodded and made leave. And excuse to distract at least one of them. Sarkis turned to the other two, and asked if he could be shown the exit. The guard nodded reluctantly and bid him to follow after looking once at the remaining servant.

Not even a minute after leaving the doorway to the Marquis behind him the dragon heard the dragoness shouting at her servant to 'get out'. Sarkis smiled. He'd have his leave of the manor just fine while the Marquis nursed her wounded pride and cleaned herself up, which would take quite some time considering how deeply his cum would have traveled up her gut. A highborn woman like her probably has no idea just how long a whore would drool seed for after getting bedded by a stud like him.

Now she'd know better than to offer herself as a smuggler's conquest, wouldn't she?