The Breeder of Doborunn chapter 3
This is a story commission that I have written for TheGrandPuppeteer
Description: After seeding his royal charge and fulfilling the purpose of his visit, Naziran is given a chance to prolong his visit in the capital of Ullonar by becoming the bodyguard of an influential tigress with mysterious desires.
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***The Breeder of Doborunn chapter 3***
Naziran didn't expect to meet the Low Vizier of Ullonnar in a common barn located at the edge of the upper city, let alone to miss his gaudy attire. Without it, he felt...vulnerable before the cold, calculated eyes of the tigress who fulfilled that elevated role.
"Do you know why you are here, former Breeder of Doborunn?" She inquired on that haughty tone of hers, arms wrapped across her slender breast, the sleeves of her dress hanging so loose, they almost reached her hips.
"In this barn, you mean?"
"It is my grace that has seen you before me, former Breeder, as well as the childish curiosity of a most beloved friend. While Karinaku's immature impulse might keep you in the capital for now, it is I who shall give you renewed purpose. Everything that you've been prior to our encounter is redundant, and everything that you shall be is what I, the Low Vizier of Ullonnar, decide." Though her tone remained stiff and imposing, her features mellowed somewhat, the stiff official not as immune to humour as Naziran expected.
She pointed down at him to settle on his haunches like an obedient dog, which Naziran did without much trouble, albeit slower than she expected. He might had worn the Breeder outfit for a limited time, yet its rigidity still remained with Naziran, forcing him to sit slowly, lest his plates rattled.
"Worry not. You shall wear the vestments of the Low Vizier's bodyguard, should I find you worthy of the role."
Naziran raised a hesitant paw, his question only held back by the courtesy he wished to employ in the presence of the lofty tigress.
"You may speak freely, drake. Bodyguards aren't slaves."
Nevertheless, he still licked his muzzle, afraid of earning her ire. "Will the vestments in question cover that which makes me a male?"
He took a risk by forwarding such crude concerns, but if his training as a Breeder taught him something useful, that had to be the necessity of closeness. The Low Vizier had a whole kingdom at her disposal to select a bodyguard from, yet her circle of friends was far, far more limited.
That was what he had to be for her; a friend, one in which she could confide in the near future.
Her azure eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. Or maybe it was just her usual condescension. "A matter better left for later."
Interesting. She could have dismissed that nonsense outright. Instead, she showed interest in that topic. Perhaps even...curiosity.
"You've quite the sharp tongue, drake. Careful that it doesn't cut. The royal court of Ullonnar is not a dragoness in heat, waiting to be impregnated by whoever possesses worthy seed in her chambers. It can be a nest of vipers, or a gryphon's roost, where even runts like you are welcomed."
She located a stool used by the stable groom to gain extra height while brushing gryphons taller than him. Without any hint of reservation at the grime marring its surface, she sat on it, not at all concerned by what it might do to her flowing, lavender dress.
"Do you know what is expected of a bodyguard belonging to the Low Vizier of Ullonnar?"
"Everything that the Low Vizier of Ullonnar deems fit to request?"
She nodded, the hint of a smile trying to loosen the stubborn corners of her mouth. "Everything," she repeated. "You accompany me where I want you to, wear whatever garments I please, and even grow erect on command, should I wish to glimpse the features on your penis."
A tremor shook Naziran upon hearing that. That sounded far too close to the role of a glorified servant. Alas, what choice did he have? The promise of opportunities to meet with Karinaku in private and spill his seed into her far outweighed the cons of his new role, and if he had to show his virility to reassure his new employer, so be it.
"Is the power of your will not enough to coax it out of its hiding?"
"It...may need further encouragement, depending on the situation," he chose to remain humble. Better to surprise than to disappoint.
The tigress crossed one bare foot over the other, her pink pads smooth and meaty. "Pray that these...situations don't bring embarrassment upon me. I may be allowed to humour myself at your expense, but it is hardly proper for the Low Vizier of Ullonnar to stroll through the market with a bumbling, erect bodyguard."
"Please, enlightened Low Vizier," Naziran appealed to her, "I have my standards. A Breeder--former as he might be--doesn't swell at every appetizing sight or smell. Just like the Middle Vizier who had endured through her heat until I arrived, I can be quite patient."
"You are right, of course," she said, faltering for a fraction of a second before her stern façade returned. "Yet I must ensure that my bodyguard won't humiliate me in the ways that are expected of him. There are those at court who already speak ill rumors of me. I won't have them take advantage of my association with you."
"They won't," Naziran said with utmost confidence. "I am perfectly cable of..."
The tigress lifted a hand to stop his train of thought.
"I don't need your reassuring platitudes, drake. I need the truth."
His instincts screamed at the back of Naziran's mind to move back from the approaching tigress, yet his resolve fettered him in place. If he wanted to see his hatchlings, then he had to allow her to test Naziran's capabilities as a bodyguard, regardless of what they entailed.
The tigress stopped inches from his snout, his head reaching her collarbone while sat on his haunches. From up-close, the unmistakable scent of her femininity tickled the drake's nostrils far more effectively than he anticipated. While not as strong or enticing as Karinaku's, the bittersweet fragrance teased his senses, tugged at his malehood, made his slit tingle. Shouldn't her kind wear undercloth to shield their sex? Did they not realize how it might inconvenience dragons such as him?
Without as much as a word, the tigress parted her dress, revealing her bare sex. Her cream-colored fur receded around her femininity, turning a puckish orange before it smoothed into pink, unblemished flesh. Her lips, tightly squeezed against one another, suggested both youth and a lack of sexual activity.
"Sniff it."
"Already am," Naziran said, shifting his weight from one side to the other, only his willpower holding back his meat from engorging."
The tigress grabbed him by the cheeks, gently guiding him to her groin, her lips shuddering upon contact with Naziran's warm nostrils.
"Do you find the smell appealing?"
"Y--yes," the drake said, inhaling her aroma so as to not give her cause for suspicion.
"What about the taste?"
He dragged his tongue along her lips, but when the tigress' claws prickled his hide, he slipped his tongue tip inside her, growling lustfully at how her nectar made his tongue sizzle and his senses to enkindle.
And that was where Naziran slipped. His instinct took him back to his encounter with Karinaku, making him forget about his surroundings, his role, his purpose. It reduced him to naught but a male, and the Low Vizier a female, one who he found more than appealing.
Against his will, Naziran pressed his lips tighter against her pussy, lapping at it for several strokes, feasting on the alluring flavor of tigress vagina before the Low Vizier drew back, flushed and out of breath.
Naziran snaked his head forward, intent on reconnecting with her wet, glossy lips, regaining control at the last moment.
"Apologies. My youth bested me," he said, bringing his wings around to cover his throbbing malehood.
The tigress waved his wings away, took a deep breath, and immediately regained her composure. She slid the silk of her dress over her nethers, then crouched to look straight at his bobbing erection.
"I did not expect your kind to become...overwhelmed by us anthros. Your scaled kin are quite more rigid when it comes to that."
"I'm also quite young, on the cusp of exploring the pleasures of mating," he said, unwilling to get into details about Karinaku. If this was a test, the he had already failed it.
"Youth must not be shunned, but cherished," the tigress said, turning her back to him, tail flicking nervously--or maybe with excitement--on the way to the barn's exit. Once she reached the door, she turned to face Naziran, her eyes warmer, her features softer.
"I have gathered all that I needed. Elennaria, however, will pose new rigors that need to be met. She is, after all, my steed and friend, and us three are going to be together quite often."
With that, she left, leaving Naziran alone and erect. As soon as the door shut, the male splayed on his side, neck twisted inward, muzzle inches from his cock. He had half a mind to drain himself of his seed and avoid further embarrassment, but in retrospect, soiling the barn seemed a far worse alternative. He didn't favor the taste of his seed either, its thick, musky, briny taste nauseating him at the mere thought of it.
***End of chapter 3***
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