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Using Those Stud Fees for Something

For Revakulgr

By Draconicon

The dark dragon had bred any number of dragonesses since reaching adulthood. At first, it was merely a prize to be won in a fight, the right to breed stripped from the dragoness and taken for himself. As his name had grown, so too had those dragonesses that had chosen to seek him out, first to see if he was as good as his reputation said he was, and then because they were addicted to him. The pleasure was great. The challenge, however...

Revakulgr sighed as he looked down at the requests that continued to pour in. Ever since the world had become more civilized, the battles had ceased and the payments had begun. It was as if the gold was supposed to make him feel as if he was good enough without having earned it, and while the pleasure had never entirely degraded...well, some of his pride had. It was one thing to be sought out; it was another thing to have his partner no longer push to be as good as they could be.

The last time that he'd bred a dragoness, he had felt like she was nothing more than a breeding stand beneath him. As he had been bound by contract to see to it that she was properly pregnant by the end of her time with him, he had done his duty, but if he'd been able to indulge...

No more scratching, no more roughness, no more breaking...

It was beyond frustrating. He was supposed to be the stud dragon, the powerful male that all these females wanted to breed them, but they didn't want to suffer through it like their parents had. They didn't want to earn the genes that their children would carry. He growled, scattering the scrolls with a sweep of his forepaw.

"You shouldn't do that, sir," his kobold butler said, walking up in nothing but a loincloth and gathering the papers and scrolls scattered about. The feral dragon snorted. "They may not be pleasant, sir, but they do bring in the gold."

"We have gold. Gold enough for centuries," he grunted.

"Then think of it as a reminder of your status, sir."

"Status. What need do I have for more status?"

"Then..."

"You can't think of anything else, can you?"

"..."

"Hmmph."

He was in a mood, and a foul one at that. The dark dragon stood up, walking towards the window and sticking his neck out through it. The building was constructed from the bipeds, but at least it was built with someone of his height in mind. He was able to look down at the streets below, watching as the creatures of fur and flesh, scales and feathers walked down the streets. Here and there, richly-decorated dragons could be seen, but the females among them were hardly interesting any longer. They did not stir his flames, nor did they bring him any interest. Not with their lack of will.

He needed something different. Something properly feral. Something -

An idea stirred, and he pulled his head back in.

"Karik."

The kobold binked, looking up.

"Yes, master?"

"That flier that we got last week. The one of Fine Ferals?"

"Something of that lot, sir. I tossed it away."

"A pity."

"Why is that, sir?"

"Because you're going to find it. And then you're going to send for one of their females."

"But sir!"

"I hope you like swimming through trash, Karik," Revakulgr said, wrapping his tail around the kobold male. "Because if you tossed it very long ago, it's likely buried deep. Very deep."

"Sir, please...mercy..."

"Have fun," he said, tossing the kobold out one of the other windows, and listening with a small smile to the yelp before it turned to a splat.

#

The lord of the manor had almost forgotten his boredom and annoyance by the time that dinner rolled around. He was just starting to stand from his accounts and the decisions that he had made for the week when there was a knock at the far door of his hall. Revakulrgr blinked once, twice as the door opened and Karik stepped inside. The kobold was covered in the remnants of old food, and was still in the process of washing his face off.

"Master. If I may present the gryphoness, Angel of the Fine Feral Guild?"

The door opened the rest of the way, and a gray-white gryphon stepped inside. Her feathers were sleek and light, fanning out along her back, while her beak glistened at the sharp point, obviously polished. Her eyes were sharp, too, sharp enough to feel like they could pin someone to the wall.

Revakulgr had not seen such eyes in over a century, and his cock already began to stir between his hind legs. If the option to offer her a fight for her body rather than mere gold had been available, he would have taken it in a heartbeat. As it was, he smiled more than he had in years.

"Angel, hmm? I imagine that you are not at all like such a creature," the dragon said, slowly getting to his feet and walking around her. He topped her by around four feet in height, and was far longer than her. Her entire body could have fit between his fore and hind legs, and he smirked as he imagined how she'd look there. "I would hope you aren't, at least."

"I'm more of a devil. I am named for my feathers alone," she said.

"I see. Karik. Leave us."

The kobold walked out the door, and Revakulgr looked the gryphoness in the eyes. She was a brilliant specimen, with wide hips well-suited for a mating grip, but with sharp claws and hard muscles that promised that she could take a beating.

He loved the dichotomy, and he licked his lips as he settled in behind her.

"What will it take to buy you?" he asked.

"I sell for 500 gold a day."

"Steep..."

"Worth it."

"I know. But I meant for more than that...more than merely breeding you for the day."

"Hmmph. I am bound by contract. I could not leave, and I would not merely submit to another male."

"Even one that could beat you?"

"You couldn't."

"Oh, I could..." He growled deep in his throat as he dragged one forepaw along her back, streaking through her feathers and fur with his claws. "I haven't had to fight for too long, but I remember the steps...and I miss it..."

"If you're serious, you can talk to the guildmaster. But for now, you summoned me."

She thrust her hindquarters back, raising her tail. Her sex and her ass were both properly oiled, ready for the use of a bigger male. He imagined that she was used to rough sex, yes, but he doubted that she was used to someone like him. His cock throbbed again, bulging out from between his hind legs, throbbing with urgent need.

There were no more words exchanged. Instead, he pounced on her right then and there, pulling her under his belly as he slammed into her depths. She gasped, but no more than that, no shock, no moans, no sudden whimpers like he had received from too many softer dragonesses. No, she stood there, not merely stoically, but with a clench along his shaft that challenged him, that demanded to see if he could take more.

Oh, little feathered one...I have waited for this...

Revakulgr grinned as he pulled back, settling in with just the head of his cock inside of her. With a bit of effort, he was able to bring his head down and around, looking at her, facing her as he lined up. She looked almost bored.

Then her eyes went wide as he slammed in. Almost two feet of dragon dong would do that.

A barely restrained squawk pressed against her beak, and he chuckled.

"Too much?" he whispered.

"H-hardly."

"That's what I want to hear..."

He settled in, his forelegs pressing down on either side of the gryphon's shoulders, and his hind legs pressed up against hers. She was pinned, and he was ready.

Hunching his hips, he slammed into her again, feeling that wetness, that warmth, that tightness that was just begging to be used again and again and again. She clenched her beak at first, but it didn't take long for her to be huffing through the little holes further up her beak, steaming as she dripped from his hard, deep thrusts. He could see her stumbling, clenching with her claws to hold herself up.

Yes, she was a fighter, but even better, she was a rutter. She pushed back to meet him after the first few slams, and it was clear that she was getting into it, riding his cock as much as he was rutting her. She slid back, just enough to grind down against his crotch, only to thrust herself forward. She clicked her beak in a biting motion, almost catching the side of his snout. He dodged at the last second, delivering a snap of his own.

"Oh, you like that, you bitch?" he growled, showing a tooth in a snarling grin.

"You know it...you big-dicked bastard..."

"Oh, I like you..."

He smirked.

"But let's see how long you can take it...when I get serious."

"Great...I was wondering...if the big stud...ever would."

"You'll regret that..."

He lifted his head, changing their positioning up a bit. He lowered his forepaws onto her shoulders, pushing her down until she was face-down, ass-up. Wiggling his haunches a bit, he lined up for a different angle, got set up...

And commenced rutting.

The End

Summary: What happens when you are bored of your usual mating partners? Find someone that's got a bit more spirit. That's what this feral dragon does, at any rate.

Tags: M/F, feral, gryphon, dragon, mating, rutting, stud, vaginal, rough, play fight, humor, fantasy,