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[center][b]The Dragon Pays his Dues

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Revakulgr[/b][/center]

"So... let me get this straight," Rain said, her arms crossed and one foot tapping as she looked at the dragon with a mix between annoyance and amusement. "You've got Very Sheppy and your sister and the kobolds, but that's not enough for you. You want [i]another[/i] pet. A gryphon. You want a gryphon to stay here, free of charge, doing nothing but being your plaything, if I'm understanding this correctly."

Revakulgr was beginning to regret having asked, but he stood his ground despite the slight tuck of his head towards his keel. "Very Sheppy is a kobold, and kobolds are [i]not[/i] pets," he corrected, knowing that he was going to end up regretting that more. "Sathistra is also not a pet, nor is she my sister any longer; she is a drake. None of [i]them[/i] provide additional income, but you have no complaints. And... I was hoping that you would agree to both gryphons, so long as they agree as well."

Her glare made him gulp, and he thought he might have pushed too far. "Two gryphons, then. And it's not like Very does a hell of a lot. Sathistra and the kobolds at least take care of things around here. Well, okay, Very lays eggs." She wiped a palm across her face and shook her head. "A dog, who's actually a kobold, who used to be a human, who's over a hundred years old and lays eggs. What the hell has my life turned into?" Before the dragon could cut in, she held up a warning finger, so he remained silent. "So. You want [i]two[/i] gryphons, whom I've never even heard about, to come live here and do what? I mean, aside from being your personal cock sleeves, and I [i]know[/i] you've been using Sathistra that way any time the urge strikes you. Also, thanks for not doing that in front of the kids."

"Well, both of them can lay eggs as well, though not nearly as frequently as Very or the kobolds. The raven works as an escort, so she would be able to provide income. I... admit that I am not certain if her sister has any employment, but I would assume so."

The ebon-haired human blinked at him, and her foot began tapping. "So, one's a hooker, and... Wait a fucking minute!" The dragon had to fight down a whimper as she stomped over to him, jabbing a finger towards his nose. "Is [i]she[/i] the one you charged to [i]my[/i] card? While I was busy taking care of [i]your[/i] eggs?"

He gulped, but he had admitted to his mistake at the time. He had corrected the financial faux pas as soon as possible. The problem lay in that he [i]had[/i] engaged with the female while his mate had been busy ensuring that their offspring were maturing healthily. At a time when [i]she[/i] had not been able to enjoy even the usual amount of sexual activity. She had never been quite as active as he, but she did demand regular attention when it was possible. At the time, she had been almost exclusively focused on the eggs, while he had been able to make the occasional foray to visit Jessica or have the rabbit over to visit with him. The substitute rider had also spent some time with Rain, though he was relatively certain that they had not done anything more than talk. And, of course, then the gryphoness had brought her sister along for the second visit. He'd had one more round with both of them since, though Rain was unaware of it.

"Yyyyyes," he answered at last.

"Okay, fine, so you want a hooker and a whatever under my roof," his matriarch continued, crossing her arms once more and continuing to glare. "You want them... Ugh!" Rain pinched the bridge of her nose, and he remained silent while he waited for her to gather her thoughts. "The point is that I'm your matriarch, so I have the option to say no. I also have the option to punish you for even asking or to give you a challenge to overcome so as to earn your request as a reward. Or, I could just have you castrated. And I could put a hit out on the gryphons to have them killed, if I wanted to. I could tell [i]you[/i] to kill them if I wanted to. Am I forgetting anything?"

"No. The matriarchs have instructed you quite well. There are some variations available, and my mother would be best to ask regarding those, but you have the basics so far as my understanding reaches."

She nodded to herself and looked into the distance for a long moment before she turned her gaze back to him. "In that case... Revakulgr Storm, si huven ekess trian deyhurr vur relekihl wux." (I give you both a punishment and a challenge.)

It was the dragon's turn to blink The matriarchs [i]had[/i] been teaching her well. "I see... Are both punishment and challenge one and the same, or are they separate instances?"

"They're separate. The challenge is one I really doubt that you'll be able to achieve. I want you to be celibate for two weeks. Just two short weeks. [i]But[/i] it's not just sex. You can't even masturbate. No kobolds, no Sathistra, no Jessica, nothing. For two weeks. If you can manage that, then I'll let you have your pets."

He [i]could[/i] do that... probably. "And the punishment?"

"While you're playing monk, [i]I[/i] am going to be fucking anything and everything that moves, and [i]you[/i] have to watch. But you can't get involved, or you fail your challenge. That means Jessica, the kobolds, probably not Sathistra, but it [i]does[/i] mean your two gryphons. If they're gonna be living here, then I want to meet them and get to know them, and I might as well find out what you like about them so much in the process. What are their names, anyhow? I don't think you've said."

"Uh..." The dragon ruffled his wings and tucked his chin even further. "I... never asked."

The human facepalmed and heaved a heavy, exasperated sigh. "Rev... Oh my fucking god, Rev... You are just the [i]worst[/i] sometimes..." She slid her hand away and peered up at him once more. "How do you even contact them, then?"

"The... escort gave me a business card."

"Great, well, do you agree to the challenge? You're getting the punishment regardless, and if you fail or disagree to the challenge, I'm putting you in chastity to [i]ensure[/i] that you're not getting [i]anything[/i] while I have my fun. I'm dead serious about this, Revakulgr. I know you dragons are all about getting even to settle things, so that's what I'm gonna do. I'm getting even, and that's only half of settling things. You still have to make it up to me, and that's why I tacked on the punishment as well."

"I understand and accept, Matriarch Rain Storm." And he did. He would have accepted a more severe punishment, if he were honest, though he wouldn't tell her that. He had disrespected, insulted, and emotionally hurt her, and she had the right of things. "When shall my punishment and challenge begin?"

"As soon as Jessica can get here. Call your gryphons and figure out how soon you can get them here. I'll give the rabbit a ring. Oh, and Rev? I'm sending a car for her, so if you want to get your rocks off one more time before she gets here, make it quick."

She was [i]very[/i] serious. Despite the fact that they had more than enough funds to live on while doing whatever they wanted, she only very rarely took advantage of that fact. James had insisted that they retain a driver, a chef, a groundskeeper, and a few security guards, ignoring her complaints. The driver most frequently found himself relegated to the passenger seat, as Rain preferred to take control of the vehicle. The chef was also occasionally pushed aside when she was desirous of a particular meal, but that was infrequent. She had not been much of a home cook prior to their sudden elevation of wealth; the chef, however, refused to cook anything that she considered "cheap" food, so Rain was forced to make her own junk snacks. Sending the care for Jessica meant that she wanted the bunny there as quickly as possible without needing to do the job herself, no doubt to give herself time to prepare.

Revakulgr left the playroom outside of the nursery and headed for his basking room. It had a wide rock shelf for him to stretch out on, heated from below, with additional heat lamps that he could use if needed, and a nice array of plants spread about for color and naturalness. It was his favorite room, aside from the nursery and playroom while his children were present, and he had insisted that one wall be converted into a screen so that he could enjoy shows or make calls as needed. So he arranged himself artfully across the stone, carefully checked his own appearance in the camera, then dialed up the raven gryphoness. Surprisingly, she answered.

"What pleasure might I provide you, Master?" she asked in perfect draconic, her voice the imitation of a kobold.

Her midnight black beak and face filled the screen, but he could see a jiggle of movement and slight flickers past her feathers. He suspected that she was with a client and using the wrist-mounted communication screen he had seen her with last time.

"If you are currently engaged, we can speak of this later," he advised, though he was rather curious to know what other kind of clients she serviced.

"For you, Master, I will always make time." She paused to gape her beak at him coyly with those alluring, half-lidded eyes, and he did his best not to show how much her teasing affected him. She still seemed to know, and continued. "My next breeding cycle is still a month away, or I would have contacted you, and my sister has just laid her clutch for you. If you hunger, I know another hen that might be able to feed you within the next few days."

"Ah... that is, no thank you. I had... something else to discuss. A favor and a proposition. The first, I am prepared to pay for, though I hope that you might find the second enticing."

"If you will pardon me for just a few moments, Master, I believe that I should provide you with my full attention. I shall place you on a brief hold."

The video blanked, but he was still able to hear everything on the other end quite clearly. She trilled and chirped to the sounds of slapping flesh, and he heard a masculine growl followed by a triumphant roar. There was a brief muffled conversation, and the gryphoness returned on the screen after a minute or so of near silence. She was outside this time, the camera slightly further from her beak so as to show the exterior, and she gave him another greeting chirp.

"I am prepared to hear your proposal, Master, and I am incredibly curious as to what you would ask as a favor but be willing to provide payment for. When a dragon asks a favor, it is generally traded in kind."

"Before revealing those, I would ask a question. I am certain that you do not normally answer calls from other clients while you are engaged with one. Why, then, would you answer mine? I am not offended, I assure you, though I would not be surprised if your client were."

"Well, Master, you are famous, and you are rich, and you have assured me of repeat business. I find it less financially dangerous to potentially offend someone of much lesser standing than to miss an opportunity to provide you with further service and possibly cause [i]you[/i] offense in the process."

"Pragmatic." He quite approved; it was a very draconic outlook. "In that case, the favor first: my mate would like to meet you. And your sister as well. She would also like your services for at least an evening."

The gryphoness cocked her head to one side, staring at him through the screen. "Forgive me, Master... but am I not correct in believing your mate to be human?"

"That is correct."

"A human female," she mused, rotating her head so that it was cocked to the opposite side. "And with my sister as well. I have not had the pleasure of such an encounter as of yet, and I am loathe to share it, but I will accede to your wishes, Master. Might I inquire as to the chance of repeat business from the matriarch as well, should we perform well?"

"Ah, well, that leads to my proposal. I... asked my mate if she would allow me to keep a pair of pets. If both of you would be amenable... I know that you have your work, but I have no idea how your sister earns an income. I have a desire to alleviate your needs and to secure your services exclusively, but I would understand if you chose otherwise."

The gryphoness gaped at him, though with surprise rather than coyness. Her head had pulled back so that her neck entirely disappeared, her chest and shoulders ruffled and fluffed. He actually thought that he might have offended her for a moment, but then she clacked her beak together and gave herself a shake that set the camera to vibrating wildly.

"When are we needed, Master?"

"As soon as is convenient. Please feel no need to rearrange your schedule. Any time within the next two weeks will be perfectly acceptable."

"Will this evening do? We should be able to arrive shortly after sunset."

Revakulgr blinked. "Yes, that... that should do well enough. Um... May I ask one final question?"

"Of course, Master, anything you wish to know of me."

"What are your names?"

That coy gape was back. "I am called Star, Master, after my feather patterning, and my sister is called Moon for her hind end. I shall send you notice of our estimated arrival time as soon as I can. See you soon, Master."

She gave him a wink and a seductive chirr before ending the call, and the dragon was forced to shift his hinds to accommodate the pumping of his girth between them. He was just glad that she hadn't seen it, or at least hadn't commented on it. She had an unearthly way of firing his libido to heights that even Rain often missed. She was, in his opinion, not the proper material for a mate, though she might have been given a few more years to season and refine herself further, but she was most certainly pet material. He looked forward to seeing her, and he dreaded it at the same time. It was going to be rather difficult to make it through his challenge with the gryphons being present.

As much as he wanted to, though, he decided not to take care of the swelling in his sheath. While Rain had given him leave to do so before the lapine rider arrived, he felt that it would go against the spirit of her punishment. The point of it, obviously, was to leave him frustrated and needful and perhaps a bit crazy with horniness, forcing him to use the self-restraint that he so frequently neglected to engage. He was a creature of instinct and impulse, and he would admit it. It had gotten him into a bit of trouble every now and then, though he had always been able to work his way past that. Perhaps it was time someone called him on it. Well, being honest with himself, it was [i]past[/i] time that someone called him on it, at least in a way that stuck with him. James had tried after he'd eaten that first temporary rider, but he had managed to avoid any real consequences of it due specifically to the manager's own sacrifices and maneuvering. Now he felt that he had behaved poorly in disregarding that plea.

He would have to behave better. He could not count on his charm and personality, not to mention his impressive physique, to continue allowing him to circumvent the turbulence he churned up in his flightpath, especially considering that his actions now affected both his matriarch and his offspring. So he would accept this punishment happily and learn from it. Despite the fact that he absolutely [i]ached[/i] to sink his cock into something warm and wet and soft right this moment. That was part of the problem, after all.

So he checked the home map to discover his matriarch's whereabouts within it and made his way to the study where she lounged. She saw his half-emerged maleness and quirked a questioning brow, but he settled on the plush rug without comment. Her expression turned to concern at that point.

"Uh... y'know, you've got at least half an hour before Jessica arrives," she advised. "She's just about done with practice and needs to hit the showers. Then she'll be on the way over. You've still got plenty of time, and... well, I may be a little upset with you, but I wouldn't mind taking a quick ride before she gets here."

He reared his head back in a noble pose and said in a self-sacrificing tone, "I don't deserve it, Matriarch. I have behaved poorly, and I must suffer my punishment to clear my shame. It might be preferable to have myself put into chastity to take the requisite of restraint out of my jaws, but how could I face you as your mate if I were to fail such a simple requirement? How could I be a proper sire to our hatchlings if I were unable to take responsibility for my own failings? No, Matriarch, I must face this squarely and fight the headwind to achieve the goal you have set. I shall not fail you, this I vow."

She rolled her eyes and let out another exasperated sigh, which caused Revakulgr to grind his teeth in annoyance. He [i]was[/i] making a very real personal sacrifice, which [i]was[/i] the point of her punishment, was it not? It was unkind of her to make fun of him for agreeing that she had been correct in her judgment.

"It's not the end of the fucking [i]world[/i], Rev. Or even the end of your fucking. Jeez. It's just two weeks of celibacy; it's not like I'm asking you to starve."

"How [i]else[/i] would you have me view it," he shot back, then immediately regretted it. That had not sounded quite as penitent and regretful as he would have wanted.

Instead of a glare, though, she raised a brow and looked him over. "You really wanna prove that you're sorry and get the message?" She popped open the fly of her pants and began wiggling her way out of the tight material, shucking her panties in the process. "Then I want you to fuck me and knot me, but you aren't allowed to cum. If you can hold out, if you can actually take care of someone else without rewarding yourself in the process, then I will allow you [i]one[/i]," she held up a finger to emphasize the number, "time that you are allowed to cum during your punishment."

The dragon gulped. That was an extremely enticing offer, both for the moment and for the future, but dare he take advantage of it? This was a challenge above and beyond what he knew himself capable of. Then again, was that not the point of a challenge? To push oneself past known limits in an effort to attain further heights? If he had allowed himself to be stopped at what he [i]knew[/i] that he could do, he would never have been able to become the magnificent racer that he was. He hadn't [i]known[/i] that he could become a champion when he first stepped onto the track to take wing, but he had wanted it dearly. He had wanted to push himself to find the absolute limits of his physical capabilities, and he had not yet done so. This was a different kind of challenge, but in a similar vein. And if he never tried to achieve the goal because it seemed difficult, if he shied away due to the mere hint of possible failure, then how could he maintain his pride in his current achievements? It would all amount to a mountain of things that should have been expected of him rather than obstacles overcome.

"I... am willing to try, for you, my mate and matriarch," he said at last. "I may not succeed, but I will try this for you."

That seemed to satisfy her. She nodded and leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs to display her petals while she threw her arms up along the back. He slunk towards her with his head submissively low to nuzzle and lightly lick at her folds. She rewarded him with a smile and reached down to pet at his nose, which made him feel a bit better. She understood that he had taken her words to heart. Still, he kept up those tentative licks, to tease both her and himself, drawing just the tip of his tongue around her outer vulva without dipping between. When he could begin to smell her arousal, he gently slipped a talon beneath the collar of her tee-shirt and gave it a tug to slit the fabric, drawing his claw down until the fabric was fully split. Then he shifted his muzzle upwards to nudge the cloth away and display her small but firm breasts while he pressed a knuckled claw between her legs to grind against her sensitive inner petals and clit.

He had never personally understood the attraction of large breasts except as meat to savor while he chewed the fatty tissue. He supposed it must be related to their supposed capacity for nourishment, but that made only slight sense to him. One would think that humans would find furs more attractive if that were the case since many of the mammalian breeds had multiple breasts, but they only seemed to have a taboo fascination with their creations. Regardless, he had found that they were erogenous zones.

He first slithered his tongue out and curled it around so that it completely engulfed the small cone of flesh then quickly retracted the prehensile muscle, making the slightly rough surface zing over her tender skin and leaving behind a slight coating of saliva. He treated the other breast the same before beginning light licks from varying directions that ended at the peak of her nipple, drawing the length of his tongue across them. He varied that up by gently lipping at her areolas every few licks, keeping it patternless so that each instance came as a surprise. Then he varied [i]that[/i] further by adding a light drag of his fangs across her delicate skin. He was very careful with that; he had left her enough scars already, and this was meant purely for her pleasure. She did enjoy a light spice of pain, but that tended to be best applied when she was in the deepest heat of the moment. So he kept up the very delicate lightness of his caresses and teases, continuing to grind his knuckle against her all the while.

When her soft murrs of appreciation began to turn to gasps and needful moans, when her hips began to rise and grind against his fisted claw, when the deliciously alluring scent of him had already gotten his maleness fully hard and dripping, he drew his muzzle back downwards, planting light caresses with his tongue tip along the curve of her stomach before dragging it along her cleft. She took over squeezing and massaging her own chest and lifted her hips to grind along his tongue, sinking her flavor in deep between his taste buds. It set him to rumbling, which vibrated the length of his muscle and set her to gasping all the louder. So he continued and curled his tongue back upon itself, using the tip to probe at her entrance as he kept a bend of it pressed against her clit. She was ready, grasping and eager, and he plunged the first few inches into her.

He [i]adored[/i] her taste, at least as much as he adored her personality. She challenged him, stood up to him, fearless and stern and caring and giving, dominant and submissive by turns, but never compromising. She demanded the best of him, and he strove with everything in himself to provide it for her. There were times when he fell short, but he vowed that he would not do so this time.

So he focused himself, concentrating on the bend and movement of his tongue, slithering more of it past her clit as he explored her interior, flicking the tip to and fro to tap at her inner walls, wriggling it to stroke at them, and doing the same as he retracted. He slowly explored deeper and deeper until he finally had to leave off caressing her clit to reach the deepest of her depths, caressing the entrance to her womb and even going so far as to pry it slightly open with the squirming tip. Then he slurped it back in a swift retraction, and a flick against her clit at the end, that left her bucking at the air with a prolonged moan. He could see her entrance clasping and clenching, her groin coated in a mingling of her nectar and his saliva. When the quivering stopped, she looked at him with a fire in her eyes that lit an accompanying one in his loins. She wanted him, [i]needed[/i] him, and he needed her.

He stepped forward to rest his foreclaws against the back of the couch and lined himself up with her tunnel, but he didn't plunge in as he normally would, as she most likely expected. Instead he dipped himself in slowly, gently, much as he had with his tongue. Just the head of his shaft to begin with, but each soft thrust added a miniscule amount more, so that it took long minutes of slow rocking before he had even fed half of herself into him. She was tugging at his forelegs and whining for more before he even reached that point, but he was relentless in driving her pleasure to higher and higher peaks. It proved a fruitful endeavor when he plunged the remaining half of himself in knot deep then pulled back sharply to drag his ridges against her walls. With just the tip inside of her, she spasmed and squeezed at him, writhing through a second orgasm, but then she slapped at his keel to get his attention.

He glanced down and met her glare, and she made her demand of him. "[i]Fuck[/i] me, damn you, and do it like you mean it."

He spread his lips in his favorite kind of grin and obeyed his matriarch. He pounded her, slamming himself in so that his knot slapped against her vulva and his balls bounced off of the leather-covered cushions of the couch. He didn't relent, even when the piece of furniture began scraping across the floor, powered by the strength of his hips alone. He simply rode it along and maneuvered it to fetch up against a wall so that she was braced for his continued pistoning. But she had made another demand of him as well. She had demanded that he knot her and hold himself back at the same time. He felt himself nearing, felt his bulge starting to swell, and he sank it into her before it became too large to fit. As it ballooned, she let out a cry of pleasure and clawed at his forelimbs, but he was forced to grit his teeth and clench his hindquarters as he fought against the burst of orgasm that bubbled just barely contained within him.

He could feel his balls tense and tighten, threatening to expel their contents whether he willed it or no. He danced his hinds, tail arched high behind him like the lever to a well, but the motions only encouraged the unwanted bliss further. In the end, he had to reach a foreclaw down between his own legs and nearly crush his testicles so that the pain overrode the pleasure. It left his legs trembling and his breath wheezing through his fangs, but he managed to hold off the orgasm and force it down. His knot, on the other hand, was as stubborn as ever, and it remained quite swollen while Rain came down from her peak and lay gazing up at him.

Then there was the soft clearing of a throat, and they both glanced over to see the black-spotted rabbit standing by the entrance to the room with one of the kobolds as escort. "I didn't want to interrupt," she explained with a small wave. "You looked like you were enjoying yourselves too much."

"Mmmm, yeah," the human agreed, stretching her arms up above her head then bringing them down to caress her hands across her breasts once more. "That was great, but I'm in the mood for something a bit softer now. Come make a sandwich, honey bunny."

The rabbit was slightly embarrassed, which Revakulgr thought ridiculous; she had caught them in coitus more than once and had been caught with him by Rain multiple times as well. Then again, the human had never requested her company before. The insides her her ears were flushed a deep crimson as she pulled the bulky sweater over her rather large breasts and slithered out of her skirt. The dragon winked at her and licked his lips, which seemed to fluster her even further, but she still scurried over to insinuate herself between them, grinding her groin against the dragon's sheath as she gently slid against the human. Were his balls not pounding with ache, he might have found it more erotic, but it was merely a slight annoyance as her motions made his knot tug at his mate's entrance. Thankfully, it was beginning to shrink, and he was able to pull free and lay himself on the rug once more so that he could watch.

Rain reached down to feel at her groin and came away with only her own fluids coating her fingers, which earned him a smile. "Remember, big boy, you only get the one. Two whole weeks of nothing but watching. Think you can handle it?"

"I shall endeavor, as always, to meet and exceed your demands, Matriarch."

She waggled her brow at him and began kissing Jessica, stroking her hands across the rabbit's soft fur, which gestures the lapine returned and ground petals to petals, mingling the scents of their arousal. It would be... a difficult two weeks.

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