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[center][b]Giving the Jockey a Break

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Revakulgr[/b][/center]

After a whole month without being allowed to bury his cock in his mate, James really should have expected him to become discontented, especially since the mouse had been so disrespectful to him. Then again, being sent out of the city to a spa retreat was not exactly a punishment. Really, though, that temporary jockey had the entirely wrong kind of attitude to become a real rider. James should be thanking him for having rid them of the problem, because she certainly would have put them on her resume and then the dragon would have had to be honest and let them know that he wished he had eaten her for lacking proper respect and deference. Now he didn't have to wish; he'd done it, and James would not need to worry about future problems caused by the pesky rodent.

Revakulgr wriggled deeper into the hot sand beneath him, rumbling contentedly, and stretched his wings wide before letting them back into their relaxed flop. That had the unfortunate result of dislodging the six kobolds that had been massaging his membranes, but the little attendants just waited for him to settle and clambered back on to continue with their work. He really needed to get some for his personal use, but that was vastly expensive. Not because it took much to keep them or because they were individually expensive, but because breeding males were highly valued. They bred by the dozen three times a year and grew to maturity by the age of six, but with only one out of a few hundred being a male. He saw no point in keeping kobolds if he didn't have a breeder among them, as it would be annoying to need to keep buying replacements. He had a sweet tooth for the little things.

Thinking of which... He reached down to pluck at the tail that poked free of his sheath. One of the kobolds had squirmed inside to give him a deep tongue cleaning, which was quite pleasant, and he pulled it free to dangle it in front of his nose. It was quite well coated in the pre-cum he had been leaking from its attentions, nicely musked with his scent, and smiled happily at him with a cute wave as it hung upside down before him. He dunked it into a vat of warm, sweet oil that sat near him in the sand, then laid the kobold on his tongue before enclosing it in his maw. It fit quite neatly, and it hugged and wriggled against his tongue while he sandwiched it against his soft palate, savoring the taste and feel of it and sucking it clean of anything but its own flavor.

Once he started getting the flavor of kobold pussy in heat against his taste buds, he rolled his tongue to push it back towards his throat and swallowed it whole. The lovely little treat swam down his gullet to plop into his stomach, and wriggled wonderfully as it began to digest. A new kobold took its former spot deep-cleaning inside his sheath, and he rumbled happily once more. Yes, this was most certainly not a punishment, or at least it was the kind of punishment he could get used to having more often. He snagged a second kobold and pinched the base of its neck, a genetically designed button that shut off blood flow to everything but its brain. He didn't want to make a mess of his scales while he was getting such a [i]wonderful[/i] cleaning, after all. The little draconic attendant gave him a happy chirp as he brought it to his mouth and began snipping off its limbs, leaving it nothing but a torso.

As he handed it over to the roasting crew, Rain entered wearing only a fluffy bathrobe and let out a disgusted groan. "Rev... for the love of fuck, can you [i]please[/i] stop eating the help? These guys have enough to do without you snacking on them, too!"

He gave her a pout then sniffed dismissively. "Kobolds were [i]made[/i] for this, Rain. You will need to get used to that, especially if you wish to be recognized as a matriarch." He snorted and shook his head. "I still find myself amazed that [i]you[/i] have claimed [i]me[/i]."

"Well, what the fuck else was I [i]supposed[/i] to do?" the human asked with a flustered gesture at her slightly swollen stomach. "I'm fucking [i]pregnant[/i] with [i]dragons[/i]. You heard Kralnisr. If I don't claim matriarch status, making [i]these[/i] officially true dragon bred, then they're no better than furs, and I could only do [i]that[/i] by claiming you as my mate to the council. Did you want our kids to be treated like Gilda or like Shirley? And, oh, oh god. Rev? REV! Please make them STOP TOUCHING ME!"

At her shrieking command, the three attendants that had been trying to guide her to a comfortable cushion for lounging fell back and dropped to the sand to cower, covering their head and shivering. He could tell that they were very near to suicide, thinking that they had offended the matriarch and deserved death for such an offense. The black-scaled dragon rolled over, toppling his own attendants, and picked up the trio to snuggle them against his keel with one foreclaw while stroking them gently with the other to soothe them.

"There, there, little ones, she's just pregnant," he murmured to them, giving his mate a reproachful glare that could rival one of her own. "She's not angry at you. You know how matriarchs can get when they're with eggs, and this is only her first time. I know you're not used to humans, little pets, but they're even [i]more[/i] hormonal and prone to mood swings and aggressiveness, so I'm told."

Rain returned his glare at that and proved him wrong. He softened his gaze, holding out the still trembling attendants towards her. Very carefully, so that his rider could be sure to understand what he was saying, he told them, "I'm certain she doesn't want you to [i]suicide[/i] for merely touching her. That would be a waste of your service and your lives and your meat. Suiciding turns your flesh toxic as it eats itself, ensuring that you can spread no further ill thought or action to others, and I'm quite certain that she doesn't want that. She'll forgive you, I promise. She's a very [i]nice[/i] matriarch."

The human female's glare had faded into a horrified gape before he finished. The three kobolds were peering at her hopefully, their little tails giving hesitant wags, heads stretched towards her and needful of comfort. He mimed at her to pat them, and she did her best to assume a more pleasant demeanor as she did so. They nuzzled into her hands and gave happy chirps, accepting her forgiveness joyfully. Rain wobbled over to flop onto the extra large cushion with her hand on her forehead, and over a dozen kobolds gathered around her, though keeping well out of touching range, hoping to wait on her every need and desire.

"The more I learn about you guys, the more I think I've gone insane," she told him with a grimace. "That, or the saddle straps broke, and I'm in a coma due to brain damage from hitting the ground too hard and fast. Why in the hell did you guys make a whole slave race again?"

"They are [i]NOT[/i] slaves," Revakulgr growled, deeply offended and angered at having to correct her yet again. "[i]Humans[/i] make slaves. [i]Humans[/i] enslave their own. Kobolds are [i]attendants[/i]. They were designed to be exactly as they are, gene by gene. They are of our blood, Rain. [i]Dragons[/i]. They were made lesser on purpose, and they know that they are lesser, but they are not slaves. If they had any desire to be free of us, to do something other than serve, then we would proudly free them and assist them to do that thing [i]because[/i] they are of our blood, but they [i]do not[/i] desire anything other than to serve. Because we [i]designed[/i] them that way. We [i]did[/i] offer to give your furs the same kind of outlook, but you called [i]that[/i] slavery. [i]You[/i], Rain, with your heritage, should be well aware of what a [i]slave[/i] really is."

Despite his size and bristling fury and bared fangs, every last one of the kobolds in the room stood gathered between himself and his mate, each of them with fangs bared and claws raised, ready to throw themselves against him to protect the matriarch, and he would do only the barest minimum to defend himself if they attacked. He breathed out a sigh and a long hiss that let his rage cool and sat on the sand with a slump to his wings.

"Do you see how they defend you, you who call them slave?" he asked plaintively. "I eat them, yes. I will use them and abuse them and break them and devour them, but [i]I[/i] love them for what and who they are, and you pity them and are disgusted by them and hate them, yet it is you they defend, and I whom they stand against. Would a [i]slave[/i] do that?"

Rain shook her head and laid her face in her hands to scream into her palms in frustration and confusion and whatever other emotions her churning hormones were forcing upon her. This was a very large part of why he had only ever accepted breeding contracts before rather than letting himself be claimed as mate. Females were far too unpredictable when they were carrying, and aggressive and moody when brooding the clutch. Any other time, they were quite delightful company, especially if they let him beneath their tail, but he very heartily disliked moody females. They confused him, and he did not like being confused.

The rider lifted her head to look around, taking in the still growling attendants, the way they clustered around her, half her size, with teeth soft enough that she could let them bite her as hard as they wanted and only need to worry about a few dents in her skin and claws that couldn't have left a scratch on even her thin hide, yet ready to rip apart the massive male on her behalf. Not that they could, but they were ready to try. Revakulgr silently willed her to finally understand, and she took a deep breath before reaching out to tap the nearest to her on the shoulder. The kobold turned to smile at her and bow, eager to serve.

"If I asked you to kill yourself, would you?" she asked it.

"Axun!" it replied with a vigorous nod.

"Why?"

It gabbled out a response that the human did not understand, then gestured to the dragon. He translated. "Because you want me to."

Rain looked incredulous at the kobold's happy nod. "And if I wanted you to kill him?"

"Axun!" The kobold spun about, bristling once more, and the entire troop began to creep towards him. Revakulgr backed quickly with an alarmed look at his mate.

"STOP! STOP!" The human burst through them with flailing arms to stand between himself and the attendants, hands held up to forestall their attack. "Please don't. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I wouldn't hurt them," Revakulgr rumbled, saddened by her assumption. "I would no more hurt them for protecting a matriarch or following one's command than I would bite off my own wings. You need to make a far greater effort to understand us, Rain, if you are to be of our blood. If you are to raise our children to be of our blood."

Rain let out another frustrated, exasperated groan, and flung her hands up in defeat, then stomped across the hot sand to drape herself against his side. "Rev... please make all of this shit less complicated? I know you can't, but can you?"

"I cannot, and I will not apologize for correcting your prejudices," he told her, gently stroking her back with fisted claws. "I would suggest that you do your best to relax and allow the attendants to attend you. That is their place and their purpose. Allow them to serve you. I assure you that you will find yourself enjoying the attention very quickly. I will... promise not to do things with them that make you uncomfortable while you are present."

"I think I might be developing some sympathy for Jimmy," she moaned, then plodded back to flop on the cushion once more before addressing the kobolds. "Okay, okay. Let's get to relaxing. But none of you try to crawl into my mouth or anything. You wouldn't fit. Just... massage only for me, okay?"

They all let out happy chirps and scurried to their duties. Two immediately dipped their hands in warm oil to begin massaging Rain's feet while two more clambered up onto the cushion to work on her shoulders. Four more returned to tending the roasting pit with the half-dozen spitted kobolds that were crisping up for his light lunch, the only kind of cooked food that he would ever countenance. Most of the remainder returned to wait on the dragon while he made himself comfortable once more, wriggling back into the sand with an exasperated sigh of his own. Humans...

"Am I allowed to eat the [i]cooked[/i] ones, at least?" he whined, hating the pleading tinge to his tone. But he had ordered one laden with clutch just for the occasion, and she was still alive, squirming on the spit. Her eggs should be well roasted by now, and it would be an absolute waste to let her die before being devoured.

"Oooooh, yah, sure, wow, these guys are gooooood," the rider moaned, in an entirely different and far more happy manner than before.

"I told you so." He lifted his head to grin at her before plucking his special treat from the spit. "If you're feeling as frustrated as I have been, I would recommend that you remove the bathrobe. They are supremely talented in all manners of serving."

"I... uh... They're all girls, aren't they?"

"Tuor davof?" one of her attendants replied, with the dragon translating once more. "Yes, they are, and they want to know if you would prefer a male."

"I... Uh... nooooooooo?" She leaned her head up to look at him and pulled a face. "I could ask them for that? There are male kobolds?"

"Of [i]course[/i] there are male kobolds," Revakulgr scoffed. "How else would they breed? Yes, we can breed with them and they with us, but there is a matter of [i]size[/i] to consider. I'd have to spit one to put my tip in the second or I'd barely feel anything."

"Um... I... I think I'll hold off on that. I can take care of myself well enough."

"As you wish." He grinned at her, then gave a set of commands to the kobolds. "Petranaswin ve. Petranaswin wer darastrixethe dask huena jaciv tlushic shafaer jaciariv, shar ergriff huena jaciv ui lamithir coi."

With cheerful trills, they immediately began to rearrange themselves across his body. One set themselves at the base of each wing, burrowing into the sand to get beneath him, massaging deeply at the place they met his body where tension always built up. More moved to massage at his keel, relaxing the powerful muscles that allowed him to fly so strongly. Several others dove into the vat of sweet oil before swarming to his lower body. Two took to each of his hind limbs, rubbing their bodies against his soles and wiggling between his toes, massaging it in while lapping at his scales to clear the excess. Five more attended his groin, which was what he wanted Rain to observe most.

The obsidian dragon purred softly, low enough to be subsonic to the rider but vibrating his flesh pleasantly for the kobolds to let them know that he was pleased, and spread his hind limbs wide to let them fall flat against the sand on either side of him. It gave her an entirely uninhibited view as each of his testicles was attended, the kobolds slathering on the oil then tenderly massaging his delicate orbs. They put their entire bodies into the work, their light weight causing no discomfort as they lay atop his balls, stroking and grasping at him with all five limbs and kissing and licking with their heads. Five more attended to his shaft, two stroking at his sheath so that he began to rise, two more clasping each other to hug around him tightly and work the length, while the last stroked and suckled at his tip.

He whispered for his snack to play dead until she was in his mouth before lifting he egg-filled kobold and dropping her into his mouth. He enjoyed the light sear that added fresh layers of flavor to her flesh, rolling her around his mouth. When he had risen to full erection and his knot had come free of his sheath, he pressed her to one side of his mouth, sandwiching her between the molars, and bore down slowly. He felt the hardened eggs within her beginning to crack, felt as the contents of her distended womb began oozing out, savored the roasted unborn that were expelled to slide down his throat. When the two who had been working his sheath clasped themselves around his knot to squeeze it tightly between them, he gave her a final, solid crunch, ending her life mercifully in thanks for the sacrifice to his appetite. She was an absolutely delectable morsel.

He snuck a peak at Rain to see that she was watching sidelong and flexed himself so that his shaft stood upright from him, carrying the kobold clinging to his tip with it, then let it slowly relax back downwards. She made a disgruntled sound, but he knew she must be missing the feel of him as much as he missed the feel of her. The doctors had advised that they forgo any sexual activity until it had been determined if she would lay or not. They had yet another appointment at the end of their spa stay, a week hence, and he would be very happy to know when he might attempt breeding his mate once more. Kobolds were poor substitute, though skilled at their work, but he'd make do with burying his knot in other, probably far less willing, holes until such time as Rain was open for business once more.

The kobolds began working him with all the expertise they had available. The two that hugged his knot locked an arm to the tails of those along his shaft, the one at his head grasping at their skulls, letting the five work in unison as a cocksleve, stroking him and rippling along him, working him in a slow rise towards a pleasurable peak. At the same time, those attending to his hinds began to lick and massage just behind the pads at the balls of his feet, tracking their hands down his arch, releasing tension from the muscles and providing a ticklish pleasure as well. He let out a moan, louder than it deserved just to tease his mate, and wriggled his back against the sand in over demonstration of their skill.

He cast another eye towards the human again, and saw that she was still watching from the corner of her eye, one hand having slipped beneath her robe through the flap. The attendants working her shoulders had slid their hands forward and lower, stroking along the upper curve of her small breasts. He allowed himself a small smirk, rolling his head back in the other direction and flexing his shaft again to send a gush of pre that overflowed the mouth of the kobold sucking at his tip. He felt it drizzle down the creature's chest to drip on to his pelvic scales, but they would lick that clean again in good time. He sent another command to the kobolds who were not currently pleasuring him.

"Dronilnr ve vi yobolat guug."

Several of them scurried away, those stroking at him redoubling their efforts. He could feel himself starting to swell already. It had been far long since he had last been properly attended. The two on his knot turned to face their heads towards his tip, wrapping their legs and tails around him behind his knot. Their hands grasped at the paws of the kindred that worked his shaft, pulling them down so that the four of them snugged tight around the growing swell at the base of his girth. Oh, they were good. They were very good. He reached down to pluck the one suckling his tip away. It was already bloated from gulping down his pre, its small stomach well rounded. He set it atop the end of his snout, and it clung on, filling his nostrils with the scent of his own musk mingled with its sexy, alluring scent of needful female. He huffed, doing his best to hold back, an unusual occurrence, and mentally urged those who had gone to fetch for him to hurry.

It seemed that they must have felt the urgency, for they returned just in time, ushering a vixen between them. She was a small thing, only half again as large as the attendants, and her black-lipped sex was swollen and glistening, needful. Perfect. When she came within reach, he wrapped a set of foreclaws around her and pulled her to him, then drove her onto his shaft with little care for what pain it might cause. His tip speared through her folds to embed a third of him into her before her rear pressed against the kobolds still gripping his maleness. He let loose the control that he had fought for, roaring out his climax as he emptied his seed into her.

When he finished, she looked like Rain had after their visit to the clinic, swollen and full, and he set her down with a tender pet that slicked her ears back. She nuzzled fondly against his palm, then waddled away, leaking cum and blood across the sand, a pair of attendants following behind her to clear the mess. His mate seemed to have given into the attendants attention as well. The two at her head crouched on her shoulders, openly fondling her breasts with her robe thrown wide, nibbling and suckling at her teats. The two that had been massaging her feet had worked their way up to tease at her inner thighs and trade turns at feasting between her legs. It seemed that they knew humans better than he had expected.

He let out a rumble and rolled over, turning so that he could rest his head atop his tucked foreclaws to watch her, enjoying the pleasure that she was obviously partaking in. His attendants scattered at his movements, then crawled onto his back to continue their work. Not even Rain could get quite the same kind of deep scale cleaning as a good team of kobolds.

"Are you [i]quite[/i] certain that you would not like to have a male brought for you?" he asked his rider, a smug smirk curling his lips.

"Who... who needs one?" she panted back, letting out a soft whimper the likes of which he had never drawn from her. He furrowed his brows, but she continued, "These girls know [i]exactly[/i] what they're doing, and I never thought it'd cross my mind to go lez."

He was about to say something scathing but thought better of it. She was teasing him. Instead, he ruffled his wings in a shrug and made his expression placid. "Very well, then. I had thought I might enjoy licking free the seed of a competing male. You are already bred, already mine, and it was but a fancy of whim. After all, the doctors said you may not ride me. They never said that I could not attend you."

Her eyes widened and she hastily gripped the head of the kobold that currently had its nose buried between her legs. She very urgently pulled it up to straddle her stomach and looked into its eyes. "Bring me a male. Hurry! And you, keep me ready for him."

The first gave a happy chirp and scurried away while the second took its place at her honey pot. Rain met his gaze, her own hungry, her hands massaging the head of the attendant that continued to service her. Then her head rolled back, hips bucking slightly, lower lip clenched between her teeth. She came back after a minute or two, panting, and looked down to push the kobold away from her now-sensitive nethers.

"Damn, girl, you're gonna have to show me what you just did there, 'cause I need to know how to do that myself!" she congratulated, and the kobold let out a pleased trill, its tail wagging happily behind it. "Okay, back to it, hun."

The kobold dove in with joy, and Revakulgr rumbled pleasantly, enjoying that his mate was learning to enjoy the attendants. She would have to learn if they were to have any, after all, and he was growing ever more determined to find himself an available breeder at a reasonable price. It would only increase his prestige were it known that he had his own collective budding, particularly if he made sure to seed a few of the females himself. He was, after all, a prime specimen of draconic maleness, as he had been assured repeatedly and [i]scientifically[/i] by the Draconic Institute of the Genetic Kaleidoscope. The human was riding out a second orgasm before the attendants returned with the resident breeder to the spa.

Before the dragon allowed the breeder to enter his mate's sight, he insisted on reviewing the male first, though from a distance so as not to alert her. He was slightly off-put by the black scales, not quite as dark as his own, more a charcoal, and used gesture and draconic command to direct him, showing that he was healthy and limber, as strong as one might expect of a kobold. When he presented himself for the dragon, Revakulgr let out a slight growl of discontent, its shape resembling his own, though not a patch on his size. It would certainly not harm the eggs, though it was easily a match for a large human phallus. He nodded approval, and allowed the breeder to approach his matriarch.

"Oh, finally," the rider sighed, patting the attendant between her legs to let it know that its work was done. Then her gaze fell on the breeder's equipment, and she let out another, "Oh! Oooooh. Well, that's nice. Hey, he looks like a little bitty you, Rev!"

The dragon snorted dismissal of the comparison. "He should be adequate to our needs. Kobolds are built to breed with speed, not stamina."

One of the attendants that had brought he breeder spoke up, "Jaci tepohaic coanwor tawurair shio kear, Pliso. Haci geou annyo ihk dout rumag."

Rev let out another growl, and Rain glanced between them. "What did she say?"

"The breeder has been hard at work performing his duties all day, the attendant says, and he should therefore last for somewhat longer than is the norm." The dragon curled his lip. "Not longer than me, of course, but perhaps long enough to provide you with some stimulation before I take my turn."

The breeder stepped towards the human at her beckoning, and she traced a finger along his presented pole, stroking the ridges along his underside. "I dunno, big boy, you've never really lasted longer than ten minutes tops. You tend to dump your load, then dump me on the floor. Think you'll be able to top that, little big boy?"

The breeder trilled agreement, fearless of the male's anger with a matriarch to serve. Revakulgr could do little but flex his claws in the sand as the little mouthful worth of a male moved to stand between his mate's legs, pressing a maleness that was not his into the depths that he had claimed, sliding it slowly into her welcoming folds to feel the heat and wetness and tightness of her around him until his knot kissed her nether lips. Rain let out a low, soft moan, reaching down to grip the breeder's hips when he pulled back while making sure the dragon saw the tug of her flesh as each ridge was extracted. The male thrust in again, swiftly this time, and the human gasped at the smack of the miniscule knot against her feminine parts. Revakulgr ground his teeth through slow withdraw and swift thrust, watching his mate squirm beneath the pathetic little attendant breeder.

When the worthlessly tiny male plunged his knot into her and arched with its climax, she cried out as well, bucking against the breeder, legs locked around its waist. Revakulgr reached over to pluck the breeder away, but was halted in the attempt by a combination of his mate's glare and the instant hiss and bristle of all the female attendants. Only the one whom they served first and foremost was allowed to touch a breeder without permission, and he had neither for nor been given it. He had not expected that he would need it.

The dragon was forced to wait for a full ten minutes before Rain finally allowed the breeder to pull free of her. It bowed, of course, saluting the matriarch properly with a long lap against her seed-leaking slit, then padded away to resume its previous duties. The dragon tilted his head and widened his eyes, refusing to voice the question that he wished Rain to answer. She simply smirked at him with a blissful expression, basking against the cushion while tracing a finger through the breeder's essence as it dribbled from between her legs.

"Mmmm... I think I could get used to this after all, big boy," she purred with half-lidded eyes. "Whadda ya think the odds are that Jimmy could get us here for a weekend each month? That little guy knows how to work it. Hmmm... I'm not sure you can top that."

Revakulgr bulled forward, though he made sure to push the attendants aside gently enough to merely tumble them rather than crunching them beneath his talons. He drove his muzzle between her legs, spearing his tongue into her, clamping upper and lower jaw around her pelvis, tasting her flavor comingled with that of the intruder on his domain, and let out a purring fit to tremble the sand beneath him, vibrating the muscle that filled her far more than that miniscule breeder could ever have hoped to.

Rain gripped the cushion and arched her back towards the sky, as she spouted incoherent invectives. Revakulgr grinned around his mouthful of flesh and began to [i]writhe[/i] his tongue within her. He'd pay to see the diminutive male attendant get [i]that[/i] response.

[center][b]The End[/b][/center]

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