Chapter II

In the conference room many didn't dare to raised their heads or even their eyes as the large dragon scanned the table they were sitting on. He seemed somewhat displeased today, which was not good by any means or stretch of imagination.

"How are the market surveys going John?" Magnus didn't look away from the stack of papers that was as thick as his wrist fumbling to get a specific paper from the sea of documents he had in front. At the same time, a ram was doing his exact actions but with another stack, thicker still and far less calmly than he was. "Before I die of old age John..." He spoke in a hushed tone but it couldn't have been louder than a jet taking off in his backyard.

"Y-yes sir..." only a few seconds later did John manage to take a folder as brown as his wool and open it with a somewhat triumphant look. "There's been an increase in the sales for the new company we have been investigating, a good three percent more." The previously scared and nervous businessmen began chatting among themselves, pleased with the results but Magnus coughed a couple of times and silence fell again in the room. "Ehm, with the increase in sales we might turn a good profit with the merging we'll perform next quarter... if we'll perform it..."

"You think so?" The dragon stared at the young ram with his deep eyes and John shivered, nodding a few moments later. "Hmm..." Magnus closed his eyes and crossed his arms, forcing the buttons and the fabric of his tailored suit to stretch far more than they should have. There was a rip and a button flew all the way to the other side of the table. No one spoke. "Anyone opposed to passing the merging proposal to the board of directors?" Not a fly moved and Magnus frowned deeply, growling. Still no movement, as if they thought that by not moving they could escape from his sight. "Good, dismissed. I'll give the directors the briefing necessary. If this goes well, some of you will see a raise in the near future." The previously worried faces lit up but still hurried to leave the room, all but John, who was very busy putting the papers in order, or a semblance of it until he felt a hand as big ass his face rest on the soft back he had. "Just go, I'll take care of this."

"But..."

"You did a good job John, I appreciate when interns and new hires put in as much effort ass you did today." There was a light pat that almost sent the ram flying. "Go and rest, you can have the rest of the day free." John couldn't believe his ears, pinching his arm to see if he was dreaming or not: he wasn't.

A deluge of thanks later, the young male darted out of the room and aimed straight for the elevator, briefcase in hand and wearing the biggest smile since he had been hired. A certain black cat congratulated with him and entered the elevator, shaking hands: the two had been working on the survey for a month and their effort had paid off.

Magnus sighed, still wearing that stern expression of his, straightening his tie before loosening it and then fastening it again, muscles rippling erratically. He didn't have much time before... A sharp jolt hit his body and he slammed his leg against the table, bucking over it. He looked up and didn't see anyone. Good.

"Sir?" His heart skipped a beat as a somewhat older lady, a German shepherd he had known for a long time, came in with a large mug of black coffee. "Your coffee, sir."

"No thanks, Klara, I'll... ehm, I'll take a quick nap here." The dog seemed a little thrown off but didn't flinch otherwise, leaving the steaming mug on the table. "Put the sign on and close the curtains."

"Rough night?"

"Uh? Oh, uhm, yes... I guess." Klara looked at her boss who was frowning more than his usual and shivering. From experience, he was coming down on a fever or something and he was pretending to just be a little tired, making her sigh.

"There you go sir." She did as he asked and carefully slipped a cold compress next to the mug, sure that he'd take it to have this cold pass soon. He really stressed himself a little too much even at his age. "Have a nice nap." Klara smiled and closed the door, locking it behind her.

In the dark room, Magnus was now alone, still frowning. Minutes passed, making sure that no one was coming in. At the five minute mark, the massive dragon let out a sigh of relief and let himself go on the chair: his massive muscles spasmed and rippled just as a very, very large wet spot formed on his crotch, coffee still very far from his paws.

His tongue lolled out, his chest heaved and the faint scent of arousal mounted in the air. Magnus reached for his expensive pants, feeling the wet fabric and the strong buzz that came from deep within him. For a second he blamed Cory and his damn ideas but then a second orgasm hit him, far stronger than before and he writhed in the leather chair, the wet spot now larger than what he expected to see. It had taken him all the willpower he had not to come over and over again during the meeting he just held while his mate played with the settings of the vibrator that had been lodged in his vent. The naughty idea seemed fun until the lizard had put the vibration to the maximum and forced Magnus to fall silent in an attempt at masking his pleasure, reason for which the button had flown off.

Wave after wave of backed up orgasms hit him with the strength of a freighter train, transforming the large dragon from scary boss to whimpering mess of messy juices flowing from his vent. He pumped two meaty fingers inside his snatch, trying to get the diabolical vibrator out but failing. Cory was surely happily twisting the intensity dial in his pocket and masturbating at the idea of his mate writing on the floor, which was not so far from the truth. Deep in the bowels of the building, inside a closet, the lizard was busy stroking his cock and messing around with a very pink controller that he had modified to boost the range so that he could tease his mate from every conceivable point in the building. Ropes of seed were shot in the air and landed on the toned chest just as copious amounts of fluids splashed on the carpet of the meeting room.

"Fucking hell... Cory... please... stop." Magnus was biting on his tail, muffling his pleasure since the room was not entirely soundproof, still trying to free himself from the vibrator. "Fuck..."

Ten minutes later, he couldn't bear the pleasure anymore and ripped the two thousand dollar pants off his legs, making them fall with a wet splat on the floor and squatted, legs spread wide and vent pointed at the door. Anyone could come in, anyone could open that door and see their boss fingering his vent, soaked and dripping as he sucked his fingers and masturbated on the job. He loved the ideas that Cory put in his mind but this was too much even for him. Slowly, he gathered his thoughts and began contracting his muscles just as a female would do during egg laying, finding the whole process so much more arousing than it should have been. His vent rippled and his abs squeezed the intruder out, the ten inch vibrating piece of silicon finally pushed out with enough speed to bounce off the floor a couple of times. Magnus purred and slumped on his back, hands pumping in and out his sore vent. More time passed and slowly he managed to recover from the secret session of debauchery.

"Now... this is a mess..." He got up, still weak in his knees and gave the room a look: under his feet there was a far too large pool of fluids and lying on top of it were his pants and underwear, torn to shreds. The chair was soiled and the whole place reeked of feminine pleasure, making him blush. "I have to call him..." Magnus stared at the phone where Cory's number was ready to be dialled, his only hope to come out of this mess the lizard had put him in with some form of decency left. "Honey?" The soothing voice of his mate echoed in the empty room, instantly lowering Magnus' stress. "Are you ok?"

"I'm... yes, my love, just... could you come and clean up?" A pause.

"Oh, did my big boy make a mess?" He nodded and though Cory couldn't see the head bobbing up and down, he knew exactly what was happening. "Did he soil his new panties I bought?" Magnus looked at the expensive pair of sexy underwear the lizard had gifted him, bought with a janitor's salary and not with his own, making them that much more special. His heart ached since he had ruined them. "Oh, poor thing... you'll have to wait a bit, I'm quite busy cleaning my own mess." The dragon purred happily. "It may be a while and knowing you, I'll need to work hard to remove that lovely scent of yours..." Again, Magnus blushed heavily.

"Please... be quick, I-I can't stay here too long..."

"Oh, I'm sure you can." The lizard blew a long-distance kiss and hung up, instantly putting the dragon in a really tight spot: he was without underwear, sweaty and smelly in a conference room that reeked of sex.

Normally he'd be thrilled but he had an urgent need to go to the bathroom and something told him that Cory, that lovely devil he gave his heart to, wasn't going to come anytime soon. If several years of love and life together had taught him, was that the lizard was quite fond of teasing the larger male at every occasion that crafty mind could make up, enjoying the sight of two metres worth of muscle and scales whine and purr like the most lovestruck of young females.

Magnus sat on the soiled chair, hissing as the still sore vent made contact with the leather of the chair, legs close together so that his need to release himself would not get too insistent.

"Cory, there has been a leak in the bathroom at the fifth floor, come and fix it." The voice of a grumpy old chameleon blasted from the tiny speakers of Cory's phone, the lizard mentally cringing inside.

"Sure thing mister Jules, I'll be there in a moment."

He sighed heavily, hoping that his lover would not hold this up against him: he had planned to make him think that he'd let him soak in his juiced for a while and then come to his rescue, getting a blowjob as thank you in the process or maybe a quickie before cleaning up, but if Jules didn't behave, he'd really have to wait. Cory looked at the fresh set of clothes he had taken from Magnus' closet, knowing well that such a thing would happen and mentally apologized to him.

Up in the conference room, Magnus was getting nervous, very nervous, pacing around the table faster and faster as the need to release the pressure in his bladder grew.

"Where are you Cory? Please... hurry up..." already from the soiled snatch a trickle of gold could be seen and mixed with the other fluids that marked the circle he was walking in when it fell.

Minutes went by and Magnus did everything he could have possibly imagined to keep the tide at bay: concentrating, thinking about work, working out, sitting and then getting up but with little to no avail. He needed a bathroom and he needed it quick. Outside he could see that the employees were crowding and chatting as if their boss wasn't about to piss himself in the room next to them, going about their business normally. The idea was very arousing but he found no pleasure in it.

Somehow, he lasted close to an hour, eventually just crawled into a ball on the floor. When the one hour mark hit him, he knew he couldn't do it anymore and searched for a spot to squat in and urinate and still, he had no luck: every single item in the room was expensive and he knew Cory couldn't find any good reason to take it out had he used it as urinal. The plants were delicate and exotic, the walls had wallpaper that had arrived from the east, the statue was worth twenty thousand bucks at least and the table was mahogany from somewhere south. He stood in the middle like an idiot and then sat on the chair, shivering and biting on his lips to muffle the moans of pain his bladder was causing.

In the end, he chose the chair: he had already ruined it, might as well go the full length. The dragon didn't even need to relax his muscles that much: in a moment, the warmth that accompanied the release spread on his cheeks and thigs, steaming and washing the other fluids away. He moaned and felt himself get close to another climax from the sheer naughtiness of the act, golden urine splashing on the floor and soaking the carpet. In that very moment, the door lock snapped open and a very sneaky lizard immediately rushed in with a cart full of cleaning supplies.

Magnus whimpered and blushed when Cory saw him piss himself, legs spread open. The lizard was confused, sorry and very much aroused by the sight, immediately feeling his members poke free of their housing slit and stain the front of his working suit.

"S-s-sorry honey... I just... couldn't hold it." Cory smiled and gave the dragon a kiss, stepping in a puddle of warm fluids. "It's disgusting I know." The dragon couldn't bear himself to look at his lover after this deed, covering his face with a massive paw and still releasing his bladder onto the chair and the carpet below.

"It's ok, I'll find a way to fix this..." there was a pause, a very long one and Magnus didn't know what to expect from his lover. "Ok... you go and get changed, I'll clean here and then we can have some fun in your office." The dragon gave the cleaning cart a thorough look but no clothes were to be seen, not even a skimpy thong or a string he could use, only bottles and rags too dirty even for such an emergency.

"But... where are my pants? Wh-what... how can I get there?"

"I suggest you move really quietly dear, there are still a couple of people left." Magnus swallowed all of his saliva, looking at the devious smile of the smaller lizard. He knew he couldn't stay here and he knew he had to get his clothes and soon. There wasn't much in the way of choice. "Come on, I'll finish here fast."

Cory pushed Magnus out with little effort, the big guy too shocked to do anything like refusing to comply and he soon found himself half naked, smelling of piss in the hallway of the most luxurious office in the city. His heart beat a thousand miles an hour and for some odd reason, one that he himself didn't dare acknowledge, he was liking the rush of adrenaline.

At first he walked checking every corner, making sure that no one was around, minutes going by with a crawl but then, when he was mostly sure that not a single employee was left, he relaxed and stretched, tail raised high so that any imaginary spectator could see his vent spread. He was so grateful for the late meeting and for having closed himself in the room for an hour, which made him somewhat safe in this situation.

Naked and ecstatic, dripping with arousal and other fluids, Magnus felt like a naughty kid in high school again, walking through his workplace halls... For a tight guy such as he was, this was far beyond what he imagined possible until...

"Damn... I am so tired I thought I'd die on that desk." A turtle and a somewhat pudgy bear made their way over to the hall he was standing in and Magnus froze. Where could he hide? The closet? Too small. The corner? What if they turned and saw him?

"Yeah, sure... we pulled of longer shits Darius." The bear wasn't one he remembered seeing around much and the turtle was another new hire. The two walked calmly and stopped in front of the refreshments table in the hall, picking each a few sweets and tarts that had been left from the other employees.

"Come on, we need to get out of here, I need fresh air and whole lot of beer."

"Amen friend..." Darius slowly walked away, aiming for the lift to the opposite side of the hall but stopped when he saw that the bear hadn't moved.

"Something wrong Liam?" The bear was sniffing around with a confused expression, searching for something. "Liam?"

"I smell something funny..." The black nose drifted slowly towards the trays of food and lingered there for a few seconds and then just as slowly moved away. "I think some of the eggs are not that good. Probably a few have gotten bad." Darius looked at the one he had in his hand and thought of the ones he had just eaten.

"Fuck... what if I get a stomach ache?"

"You won't, I saw you munch on a sandwich that I left on the floor back in college for a day and you were fine..."

"That was in college man... I was eighteen and I was hungry. I can't afford a day off here, especially with sir Muscle being all 'duty first and then you can die in peace." The turtle scoffed. "Move that fat ass away from the buffet, I want that beer and I want it now."

A couple of seconds later the bear and his friend were gone and the only trace of their passage was a lack of some tarts and the 'bad' eggs. The two had failed to notice that under the large table, an equally large dragon was busy pumping his vent, tongue out and eyes lost in the pleasure that came with almost getting caught. The floor was soaked and he was shivering.

Magnus slithered out just as he had slithered in and looked around for more disturbances, heart racing even more and deep down he wanted more to come and force him to come over and over under their noses but none came after the two. Free of any hindrance, Magnus walked all around the floor, clothes tossed in some trash bin, fully bared to the world and way too excited for this.

"So, what about getting into your office?" A voice that he knew well came from behind, making him stop and making his heart race, but for a far more pleasurable reason: Cory was leaning on a wall, munching on an egg, buck naked just as he was and sporting a wonderful pair of dripping cocks. "I take you found this whole matter far more fun, right?" Magnus nodded. "So, how about I apologize to you for leaving you in that room?"

"You don't need... I... made you clean up."

"Oh, I love cleaning up after you, dear, it always gives me that charge I need to give you the fuck you deserve after being such a good boy." The dragon melted under his words and hands, shivering in anticipation. "Your scent is my reward but this..." He stroked the length of the right one, collecting a bead of pre and then doing the same with his left one, smearing the transparent produce on the dark red snout in front of him. "So?" Magnus inhaled and the deep musk of his lover burned its way to his lungs. A small orgasm hit the dragon and compelled him to bend over on a desk, legs spread apart and tail raised well above his head.

"Get me you big stud..." Cory smiled and wasted little time in buying a combined foot of dick inside a vent that had seen so many climaxes that day and still felt like the first time he entered it, still tight and still so inviting, still attached to the man he loved so much. "That's it..." The previously raised tail latched onto a small neck and pulled the lizard closer. Cory looked and saw a rare boiling lust in Magnus' eyes, one that he seldom saw and one that he was about to give himself to.

"Anything for you."

From that point on, words were wasted between the two and the only sounds that came out from their mouths were moans and praised for the other, mainly in the form of a quiet or loud 'more!' from either of them and the squelching sounds of a good public rut in a dimly lit office. Magnus kept coming and coming over the lengths of his mate, squeezing them far more than normal, milking Cory for what he was worth and then some more, the lizard hard pressed not to come at each thrust inside a boiling passage that promised so much.

Under their feet was a pool of lust, trickling down their thighs and onto the wooden beams of the floor, scratched by their talons to a point where someone would need far more than some bleach and a carpet to hide the scent and traces of rough sex.

Time passed and Cory was ever so close to his climax while Magnus had long since lost count of his, just going from one to the other without end, the sheer perversion of their actions fuelling him. Always so uptight, always so stern and now he was rutting in his workplace like a common whore, he, Magnus, one of the top dogs of the city... Such a proper man...

With one last thrust Cory buried his cocks inside him and unloaded wave after wave of seed right inside his lover's egg chamber, filling it far more than usual, feeling far more pleasure than usual, wanting to go more and more until both fainted. Magnus howled and came one last time, legs buckling and losing strength, crashing onto the small lizard who was still pumping insane loads under his tail. Cory did his best in spooning the far larger male and reach around his chest to cradle the massive muscles, failing and settling for his arms and abs.

"Shall we... shall we go home?" Magnus waited a long time before saying anything that even remotely resembled a 'yes' and by that time, it was close to midnight.

Cory had to make up an excuse with the night shift guards and escort a shambling and feverish Magnus out of the building and onto the expensive car he used to get to work. In the car, the scent of sex thickened even more but with something far different than normal, almost as if Magnus was still not sated after all that pleasure and wanted more.

A quiet but insistent though had made its way inside his brain and bloomed into a magnificent and terrifying realization: the desire, the endless orgasms, the need to have more, the burning lust, the heat of his passage. Surely it couldn't be....