Con Artist
#19 of Other Stories
Here's a new story! We're making a return to the sci-fi genre, and this time we've got dragons! I wanted to try a slow burn story from the pov of a sleazy, lecherous, talented artist. Bear witness to the sly fox's silver tongue as he managed to work himself into the folds of a married upper class dame! I hope you all enjoy, and if you all behave yourselves you might get a sequel!
There's something to be said about keeping your head in the clouds, and if you live on the planet Tritus IV, then that was your everyday lived experience. It was almost like the old vintages cartoon; something called The Jetsons. It has these great cities that live in the clouds, except unlike in that old Earth cartoon, the cities on Tritus IV floated on top of the clouds instead of teetering atop skinny towers that rose and fell with the passing of the sun and moon. Each city held as many as a hundred thousand people, and coasted like boats over clouds of Hydrogen gas, and were fueled by that very same hydrogen. Tritus IV was a gas giant with a near limitless supply of gas that could keep tens of thousands of cities aloft for far longer than the cities themselves could ever hope to last. The planet would outlive any city built to surf it.
And when you lived on Tritus IV you didn't just live in the clouds. You could dream, ponder, and yearn. The hydrogen industry was booming, the great mechanical harvesters that inhaled the clouds to isolate and package the hydrogen that was so coveted, were all automated. You didn't need people running them, but the planet wanted a population. To prove how useful hydrogen was, and to prove that the impossible could be made real, hundreds of floating cities were built, and all of them inhaled hydrogen and kept themselves aloft with their state of the art and efficient engines.
Each looked like a silver coin, many miles in diameter, and capped by a glass dome that contained everything 100,000 people would ever need while receiving monthly deliveries of everything the city couldn't make for itself. There were skyscrapers for doing business, elegant condos for living, parks for enjoying, public transit for moving. If you needed it, it was there, and if it wasn't it would be delivered to your doorstep.
And every bit of it was free, or so it was free on paper.
The people that lived there never saw the price tag, as they were the lucky ones. The lucky ones were the people that made it in, literally having won the lottery. A chosen few who by the grace of lady luck had been selected for an all-expense paid move of a lifetime. The price of building and maintaining these cities was astronomical, but the profit derived from the thousands of hydrogen harvesters working 24/7 paid for it all several times over so long as they never built another one of these cities in their lifetimes. Hydrogen was a booming business, and the advertising that came from the floating cities of Tritus IV did wonders to boost the demand for hydrogen in other parts of the galaxy.
It was a well-motivated and well-oiled industry.
City 17 was just as the name suggested, it was the 17th city built on Tritus IV. It had a population of 81,372 people with room to grow. With Tritus IV being under the jurisdiction of the Holy Imperial Dynasty of Draconis the IX, half of the population of not just City 17, but every other city, as well, was dragon. The other half was a mixture of races from across the galaxy. The Holy Emperor, Draconis the IX, who profited most from Tritus IV, was a shrewd businessman and deemed it essential to afford other races a chance to live within his dominion, which in turn allowed those souls to spread the gospel of how wonderful it is to live under his benevolent rule.
The dragons were a civilized lot of dainty souls that had conquered half the known galaxy while under both Draconis the VII and Draconis the VIII's rule, while intimidating another quarter of the galaxy with the mere threat of war. It wasn't until the current emperor, Draconis the IX, took power that the foreign policy changed in such a way that war was no longer the go-to solution for everything. For being such dainty and civilized people their automated war machines were as wicked as devils. It's easy to kill when the machine pulling the trigger had no soul or conscience. Most of the other races simply couldn't field AI on the battlefield that could compete with what the dragons had and were often forced to deploy living soldiers on the battlefield to have any sort of chance for victory.
And you can't win a war of attrition if you're the only one dying. But in the present day there was no war, just bad blood, and the Emperor was slowly seeing to it that the blood was being washed away with acts of kindness and generosity that his forebears simply couldn't or wouldn't offer. The Tritus IV lottery was but one of many schemes to smooth over public relations.
For the artist known as Kels, life on City 17 was easy since you had nothing to do but what you wanted to do!
And for a fox that once lived as a starving artist struggling to just make rent, City 17 was a treasure to behold. Winning the lottery and being given a chance to ditch that rock he called home was the best thing that ever happened to him! Now he got to spend every day painting and drawing, or doing anything else he wanted that was recreational. He'd never felt so fulfilled! Mostly. He was still single, but he wasn't really finding anything in his demographic that he wanted to mingle with.
Half the city were dragons, and the other half were a hodge-podge of everything else, and of all kinds of ages. He could try harder, but he was spending so much time with other matters he just didn't find the time or, well, he just was choosing not to. He was such a passionate man for his craft that he didn't have that much of a social life.
The dragons that lived here were all so gullible while the other races had a habit of always asking him what was in it for them. With Kels being an artist that specialized in people, he needed warm bodies to draw, and it was so much easier to dupe a dragon into giving him a bunch of their time, since everyone else wanted something out of him for the trouble. The thing with dragons was that they were so hoity toity and sophisticated that they all jumped at the chance to be involved with anything classy, like the fine arts, and Kels was as shrewd an artist as their Emperor was shrewd at whatever it was he did in his palatial estate.
Kels had so many warm bodies in his little black sketchbook that he kept himself booked with them, and not only would he get their time for free, but they'd get his art for a fee. Just about every dragon in the city had money since if you were a dragon and not someone else, then you had to pay to live here. So, that meant every scaled set of horns he'd see was loaded. Tritus IV was like the motherload of wealth and Kels was amassing a growing fortune of his own by drawing and painting fancy art for these prissy conquerors of worlds. How could such an easily fleeced people have won so many wars? Sure, they had their robot army, but not one dragon in the city looked or acted like a fighter. How can any of these people ever be a general?
They were all either cowardly, risk-averse, gullible, or faint of heart. Maybe it was the robots deciding to start wars and not their masters? But what did Kels know? He'd never met a dragon outside of City 17 since they never left their homeworlds.
But today he was going to be drawing a new dragon, and a lady at that. Kels had new neighbors just down the way from him, some married couple from one of the innermost dragon homeworlds. He wasn't sure which one since there are so many, but they came off as this very kind and sweet art loving couple of easy marks. Very friendly, as they knocked on his door together and introduced themselves, and it had delighted Kels to no end that when they realized they were neighbors to a man whose own homeworld had been conquered and turned into a vassal state forty years prior... well, they were especially gracious to him. Very kind people. There appeared to be a lot of guilt in dragon society now that there was a new emperor in charge, and many dragons on City 17 seemed to feel genuine remorse over the whole 'being warmongers' thing they had going on for a long time. Good! That meant he would have an easier time taking money off their hands, and that's exactly what he was going to do with the dragon who was visiting him today!
They'd only just introduced themselves a month ago, but after Kels had taken the liberty to say hello a few times and work in his irresistible charm, he'd managed to not only introduce himself as a legitimate artist, which he most certainly was, but also introduce the idea that he was more than willing to produce artwork for the pair, solo or as a couple, for a mere nominal fee. They were positively delighted by the idea, as in this digital age of art many people skilled in the trade relied on computers, but few got their hands dirty like Kels did.
Why, living on Tritus IV meant everything was free, and that included all his expensive art supplies. He got shipments every month of the best oils, acrylics, charcoals, pencils, canvases, thinners, everything! His condo was filled to the brim with art and supplies it was like a dream, like a slice of heaven! You'd have to watch a movie, a work of fiction, to find a recreation of Kels' own artist's abode!
Ding dong, and there was the doorbell! Today's muse had surely arrived!
"Good afternoon, Lady Nael." He greeted the dragon warmly at the door. He had to address her politely as 'Lady' as she was... of some kind of ceremonial rank or whatever in dragon society. Like a duchess or something, but now that she was living in City 17, she was just his neighbor. Whenever dragons moved here, they often just collected money from some offworld business venture that was automated. Dragons never had to work, and Kels didn't even know if they had a lower or a middle class. He'd never heard of there being anything less than Upper Middle in the Empire. Either way, now that the Lady, and her Lordly husband, were living on City 17 they just... did as everyone else did he presumed. Whatever they wanted.
Regardless, she was now on his doorstep, dressed in a long white robe with a deep crimson sash that she wore around her middle like a belt. She, like her husband, was much taller than Kels, but all dragons were tall. Kels wasn't that tall for a fox, so he liked pretending that his shortness of stature was merely because the dragons were too big. She had him beat by over a foot, and her husband by a little more than even that.
Something he really liked about her was that unlike many of the other dragons he'd seen in City 17 her skin was a solid pale grey hue. Most of the dragons he'd seen were painted shades of saturated color like they'd been pulled right off the color wheel. Few had muted colors, let alone grey! Lady Nael's husband was solid white on the other hand, which also delighted him since he'd never seen a white dragon before. They would be such a refreshing change of pace when it came time to paint them both. He was tried of painting people that were the color of candy.
Today, her long hair was braided down her back and was left its natural color, which was as white as her husband's skin. From what he knew, dragons all had white hair but most of them liked to dye it different colors. He preferred the natural look, but every now and then a dragon would have some sense of color theory and actually dye their hair a pleasing color. More often than not it was just gaudy looking like they had no concept of sense. And let's not get into their choices of hairstyles. Gaudy, garish, out of touch with reality. Fortunately, Lady Nael had more sense than most.
"And good afternoon to you, Master Kels." She replied graciously, the dragon bowing deeply to him in a way that he still couldn't get over. The moment dragons found out he was not only an artist, but a traditional one at that... they just fawned over him like he was just something else. Like a rare gem in a mountain of stones. They apparently called artists like Kels Master, or maybe they did that with anyone who worked a classical trade by hand, like sculpting or carpentry. He didn't know, didn't care.
"Please, do come in." He invited her inside, and she rose to her full height, and with her hands now delicately clasped over her stomach she stepped inside with such... grace. Everything about her and her husband was graceful like they'd been carbon copied out of a dragon shaped graceful mold. Kels would have had to go to a private school where they whipped you with a stick at every infraction in order to have possessed even half the grace these dragons possessed.
He stood to the side of the door and let her pass him by, and as she did, he admired her backside. She was tall and slender, but there was no mistaking that under her robe was a nice ass and pair of tits. He wondered how much effort it would take to talk her out of her robe so he could do some nude studies. He'd never drawn a naked 'Lady' before, he thought to himself with an impish smile, which he quickly hid when she turned back to face him. He shut the door.
"Before we begin, Master Kels, I would like to thank you again on behalf of myself and my husband. It is an honor to be made the subject of the fine arts, and we appreciate you being generous enough to afford us your time." She told him with another respectful bow.
"Think nothing of it, Lady Nael. I am an artist and when a pair of muses arrives at my doorstep, I sometimes find it hard to resist the urge to draw and paint them. As my newest client I assure you I will create art of you and your husband that will make all your friends and associates jealous." He replied with a wry smile. He had learned how to talk to dragons, to play the part of the respectable member of society that also knew how to paint. It was a good act.
"Oh, I hope not. There is enough competition as it is. What I and Lord Gennai commission from you will likely be entered into our private collection. We have some pieces that we appreciate very much but prefer to hide, as it might invite too much envy in others." She replied.
Kels then gestured for her to follow him, then he began to lead her away from the door and towards their destination. In the center of what was supposed to be his living room was where he often placed his muses. Most people had a couch, but Kels had all his work tools. There was a low table in the middle of the room, surrounded by his many easels, stools, and various cabinets of artsy storage. The table was no higher than a foot off the floor, but it was quite large at ten-foot square. It was more than large enough for a dragon of her stature to lounge on without anything asides from her tail being left to dangle off the edge.
"A collection like that must be impressive indeed, Lady Nael. I would be equally as honored as you to know that something of mine may one day grace it." He replied, and then offered her an empty stool upon which she accepted and took a seat. The stool was a bit short for her, but she managed to sit on it as gracefully as she did anything else.
"Now, before we begin, you and your husband described that you wanted to invest in portraits. You do recall my asking to perform various studies of you both first so that I could understand your form better?" He asked her, and she nodded in reply.
"Of course, Master Kels. I arrived expecting as much." When she replied calling him Master again, he made a tight smile. She was going to do this constantly wasn't she? It felt weird.
"You don't need to call me Master, Lady Nael. There are no masters on my world, at least none that are artists like myself." He told her.
"My apologies. It is merely customary to respect an artist like yourself with the title." She replied before twisting in her seat to seep her hand across the room around her, bringing attention to literally everything art related that he owned. "All of this is such a rarity these days. You are a gem amidst stones, Master Kels."
Well, speak of the devil. Like minds and all that.
"I understand, but might I request that you reserve the title for out greetings and partings? As a compromise?" He asked, clasping his hands together and trying his best to mimic a bow like the dragons all liked doing.
She looked thoughtfully to him for a moment before nodding her head.
"Of course, Kels. I will also be sure to address this with my husband before the next time the two of you should meet."
"Thank you so much, Lady Nael. Now, I must ask." He began and pointed to her outfit with a finger. "Will you expect to be wearing this ensemble in your eventual portrait, or will you be wearing something else instead?"
"No, this will not be the outfit." She laughed in reply. "I would not waste your talent painting a casual even robe, Master Kels."
She paused right after calling master again, a knowing and regretful smile on her face. He smiled back, tilted his head just as knowingly.
"Habits can be hard to break." He replied, and she nodded.
"That they can be, Kels." She replied in turn, correcting her previous mistake. She did seem genuinely put off balance by him asking her to break tradition. Truly, these dragons were cast from some graceful mold where everything they do and say is just so, and just right.
"Then, if this is not what you are wearing then I feel it's not so important that I learn how to draw it. What is most important for my studies is knowing you, Lady Nael, top to bottom as best as I can so that when I seat, or stand, you on that table there for your portrait, that I capture you perfectly like I have known you since childhood." He finished his sales pitch with a smile, fully prepared to see just how much further his silver tongue can get him. This wouldn't be the first dragon he'd stripped naked in his home, if he managed to be successful today, of course.
After hearing him out she nodded in reply, suddenly taking his word very seriously. Oh, was he going to have an easy time working with this one, he had to wonder! Just how gullible was she?
"I understand. The quality of your work is very fine, and I can see that you put a great deal of effort into its creation. I deeply appreciate how earnest you are in taking me and my husband as a client." She bowed her head to him. In that moment where her eyes were averted downward, and she could not see his expression... he wore a tight smile. She was so over the top with this hoity toity behavior! This is worse than the other ones, at least they didn't act so... so... like royalty. At least she wasn't making constant use of the royal we, that would have been so insufferable!
But he knew better than to rush. Patience was a virtue, and sometimes pumping the brakes was a wise decision.
"Thank you, Lady Nael. As you can see in some of my portraits and studies on the wall," Kels then directed her gaze towards a far wall that he used as a sort of display case. Affixed to the wall were numerous drawings and paintings that he'd done, and all of them were of fellow citizens of City 17 and were mostly dragons. Each was in a different state of undress from nude to fully clothed. It all depended on the client. "You can see that I have done studies and work for many other clients. Out of respect for you and your husband, I will defer to your judgement regarding the state of dress you are comfortable with me drawing, as I do my studies today."
"My state of dress?" She seemed confused, looking over the wall of art that he'd directed her to. He was fairly certain that he'd been clear in what he'd said. Perhaps she'd never encountered a situation where an artist asked her to strip naked?
"Oh! Oh, I see, I understand now. Forgive me." She spoke up before he was forced to elaborate.
"Of course, Lady Nael." He replied, choosing to leave the decision fully to her, that way she couldn't so easily cast blame on him later if she changed her mind.
Kels then watched as she stood up from her stood and carefully stepped over to the wall of art while he followed her with his eyes. She looked very pensive as she shifted her gaze from one piece of art to another. He gave her all the time she needed. When he watched her hands move to her sash, he grinned nice and wide before getting control of himself. With her back still turned to him she loosened her sash and removed it from around her waist before carefully folding it over her arm several times until it was in a neat bundle.
She turned to face him and returned to her stool where she placed her sash, then to Kels' great enjoyment he watched as she slid the robe off her shoulders. He kept his composure the entire time, making sure to present himself as respectfully as possible even though he was over the moon with how easy it was to strip this dragon naked! Most of the time it took at least two or three sessions before he got one of them out of their clothes!
But Lady Nael was still wearing something underneath, but it was a different sort of underwear than he'd seen other dragons wear. This looked more like a one-piece swimsuit, and was white in color as to match her robe. It covered her torso from crotch to neck with no sleeves or legs to it at all. The fabric did not look like it was intended for swimming, so he assumed it was just an odd choice of undergarment.
Seeing her standing bare, save for the one-piece, was very nice. He had been right about her having a nice ass and rack of tits. Even with her bits fully covered by the tight little one-piece, he could see that her husband was a fortunate man. Lord Gennai had a sweet morsel sleeping in his bed every night.
"Will this be sufficient, Kels?" She asked him then, presenting herself with hands outstretched at her sides before doing a slow and cautious pivot on her heel to spin her body around carefully. He couldn't suppress his grin this time. He'd gotten this dragon to strip to her underwear and now she was gracefully showing off her figure from all angle for him. He wondered if this was proof of how much blind faith she was putting in him, or if she was simply... easy.
"Your comfort is paramount, Lady Nael. Whatever you feel is sufficient is sufficient for me." He was still making sure to pump the brakes, as even though she'd willfully stripped to her underwear he wasn't sensing as much confidence in her like he had at his front door. If she was to strip herself naked today then it would be her idea not his. She'd be in his home again in the future, so there would be other times to see her bare ass naked.
"This is new to me. Previous artists that I have commissioned were only paid to do portraits of me like this." She replied, and used her hands to gesture just beneath her bust and up to her head. So, she'd had busts done of herself then but nothing full body, and of course she was fully clothed.
"I feel that your outfit is sufficient, Lady Nael, rest assured. What I'm seeing of you now will allow me to learn a great deal about your form. If you wish to continue wearing that, then we can begin as soon as you are willing." He told her with a gracious smile, which she quickly returned. She did have a pretty smile for a posh dragon. Her demeanor, for all of its upper-class grace, seemed earnest and genuine. There was just so much of the graceful molding that he was uncertain on how much of what he was seeing was the genuine article and how much was careful training from some unknown tutor.
"Please, Kels, direct me as you wish. I am eager to start." She assured him, and even did another polite bow.
He carefully approached her, and extended her his hand, which she looked at for a moment with curiosity before extending her own. When their hands touched, he could feel how delicate her fingers were. Dainty, slender, so feminine. His mind could go to the gutter so easily and so quickly, feeling her hand in his left him wondering what such a high class woman would feel like if she were to wrap her hand around his dick.
Kels gently guided her to the table, leading her along like a chaperon until she was standing at the edge of the table. He encouraged her to step up onto the table, and she hesitated. Her hand was now trembling in his, and this was a genuine feeling. Was she nervous?
"Lady Nael, if you are uncomfortable we can stop." He told her kindly, squeezing her hand very gently to assure her. She looked at him then back down at the low table.
"I thank you for your consideration. This is not something I would have ever thought myself doing, so I fear my enthusiasm is turning to cowardice." She replied, and Kels started cursing himself internally. Was she now going to get cold feet, throw her robe back on, then ditch?
"Stay here, Lady Nael, please. Let me get you a chair." He told her, and let go of her hand, but noticed that she'd clung to his fingers before he was able to free himself from her grasp. He moved aside, quickly finding another of his stools, then brought it to her. "Sit, let your nerves settle."
The dragon sat with Kels standing at her side. He saw her hands were clasped in her lap, and she was rubbing them together, which was as sure a sign as any that she was anxious. When he looked up at her face, he saw none of that anxiety, like she was well practiced at hiding her emotions.
"You are good at hiding how you feel, Lady Nael, but an artist can see what many cant." He dared to be bold, gambling that he was right.
She looked up to him, her eyes wide a bit before her expression returned to the one she wore before. She looked polite, but otherwise unruffled.
"You are correct. It is something I was taught to be skilled at. Are my skills that poor?" She asked him.
"No, Lady Nael. As an artist I have stood behind my easel and watched many a muse for hours on end. I do not know if I was born with the talent, or if my artistry honed it with practice, but I can usually tell how someone is feeling even if they try to mask it." He was talking a lot of shit. Yes, he was alright at reading a person, but right now he was just talking a thick lot of sophistry.
She stared at him then, and for a moment he began to genuinely fear that perhaps she'd seen right through his bullshit. When she looked away, nodding solemnly, he felt a wave of relief wash over him.
"My husband and I are very eager to see ourselves brought to life through your art. We've seen your work before, as we've said. I, myself, was so excited that I could not wait for Lord Gennai to have time available. That is why I came to you alone today. We had thought to come together, but I was impatient." She began.
"You flatter me, Lady Nael, truly." He replied, knowing this dragon was going to wear her heart on her sleeve. He deepened his hold on her by extending his hand again, which she gently took. He felt her delicate fingers grip his gently. Bingo. Though she was trembling, he knew he likely had this one in the bag.
"When you asked about my state of dress I thought that I was courageous enough to disrobe, but it appears that I am not so confident now." She replied.
"I can fetch you your robe and sash." He suggested. "It means nothing to me if you must wear it. It will not halt my efforts."
"But you said that you did not need to learn to draw my evening robe?" She asked him, looking up at him from the stool. He smiled kindly down at her.
"There are things that you need for your comfort, and then there are things I need as an artist. One weighs more heavily on me than the other, and you will be delighted to know that your needs are far more valuable." He replied to her warmly, doing everything he could to ensure that he was not the sleazy fox he really was. He was the noble fox that wouldn't in a million years use his silver tongue to get a woman naked so he could gawk at her tits and pussy.
The way her hand held his was very telling.
"What do you need, Master Kels, so that I may compare them to my own. The commissioned work you will be doing for me and my husband is very important." She replied, using his title against his wished, but in this instance, she liked used it wisely. He smiled at her and moved his free hand to join the other, using both hands to cup her one, then, to deepen the hold he had over her, he knelt down at her side.
Her eyes widened as he dropped to a knee.
"You need not kneel, Kels." She whispered, raising her free hand, and reaching out to touch his shoulder, twisting herself in the stool so she faced him better. Her touch was gentle.
"I will answer you truthfully, and tell you my needs as an artist, without bias. Then you will judge them against your own, Lady Nael. May I?" He asked.
She stared down at him, her eyes wide still, like she was caught off guard by his sudden decision to kneel. Kels was gambling that dusting off an old school trick like they did back in ancient times would have an effect on someone as prim and proper as this Lady-in-her-underwear. After a moment she nodded at last.
"You may, Master Kels, always. You are the master here." She told him.
He made sure to allow for a pause between her last spoken word and his next. Kels wanted her to feel that he was putting his words through scrutiny, choosing his words carefully. He didn't really, but it made the moment much more serious. It added that special kind of gravity that this hoity toity type would lap up like candy.
"As an artist, the nude form is the supreme teacher that reveals all secrets. I learn the fastest when there is nothing hidden from my gaze. My finest portraits, from my point of view, have always been the portraits that were painted after having studied my subject in greater stages of undress. My need would be for you to have the courage to uncloak yourself fully, in the safety of my home, so that I can create the finest portrait of you that my skill will permit, Lady Nael." He replied, then followed it up by handicapping himself. He bowed his head to her, removing his ability to watch her expression. It made it more difficult to know if she was on to him or not, but her hand was still between his two, and she was revealing a lot of herself through that hand.
She didn't say anything immediately, and he didn't expect her to. She'd given a bigger reaction to him kneeling at her side than he'd expected, which he was curious about. Her hand was still trembling not just between his hands but also on his shoulder. When she removed her hand from his shoulder he was waiting for the first shoe to drop, but instead her hand came to rest on top of his. Now all their hands were together, how cute.
"You will be honorable, and assure me and my husband that such studies will be private? That not one piece will ever make its way upon your wall?" She asked him, and her voice was wavering nervously. Her hands vibrated with anxiety.
Now was the time to look up at her. He locked eyes with hers, saw that she wasn't wearing a mask anymore. She looked dreadfully embarrassed, nervous, worried. He had her!
"I would burn the art myself in a fire before it is ever seen by another's eyes." He replied with the best conviction he could fake. Of course, he'd never burn it. Even if he did destroy the originals, he'd have digital copies.
Her eyes widened, she looked away, turned her head and looked at some of his other artworks like she was imagining him setting fire to it all. She was likely aghast at the thought that he would be so serious with his vow that he would actually destroy the art that she viewed so highly. These dragons didn't seem to realize a drawing could be replaced. He was an artist. If he spilled coffee over a drawing, he could always just draw another just like the first.
"I... Will do my best to match your conviction with my own courage, Master Kels." She finally said at last. He rose to his feet, never letting his hands leave hers.
"Stand, please, Lady Nael." He requested, and she complied. He was standing so close to her that the difference in their height was at its most obvious. He could smell her perfume now, too, which was a faint aroma of flowers and very pleasant. He'd never smelled this scent before, so there must be a new fragrance being passed around between the dragons now. They all tended to copy each other's choices in scent, just like how they stole each other's fashion sense, or their lack of it.
"I will... Disrobe." She told him, and then reluctantly let go of his hands. It seemed to him that she was now latching onto him as a figure she could trust, and that was damn good to know!
He took a few steps back along with a little bow to give her space so that she may proceed.
When she began to remove the one-piece, he was thrilled. In fact, he was so thrilled his fingers were beginning to twitch because as he watched Lady Nael reach behind her back to find the zipper... she was struggling to find it, and that could only mean one thing for him!
The pale dragon looked so embarrassed. Her polished grey skin was flushing a bit pink in the face, and the rest of her body language gave him enough to run with that he knew she was mortified at what she was about to ask him.
"I cannot reach the zipper, Kels. Forgive me for asking your assistance."
"Of course, Lady Nael." He replied, and carefully stepped closer as she turned to present her back to him. His eyes looked her up and down, admiring the ass he was about to see bare. He grabbed the zipper between two fingers and then gently grabbed the top of the outfit right behind her neck.
He began to gently unzip her. Down and down the zipper went and the only noise Kels could hear in the room was the zipper zipping and the dragon's heart beating. Well, maybe he wasn't hearing it, but with two hands so close to her body she swore he could feel the rapid beating of her heart.
The zipper stopped just above her tail, and then one side of the teeth unclipped from the other. The back of the one piece was now open and she lifted her hands to reach behind her neck. He saw that the collar piece around her neck had two buttons.
"Allow me, Lady Nael." He insisted, and carefully unsnapped the buttons himself while her hands reached to her chest.
When he was finished, he carefully took hold of the sides of the now open garment and gently tugged them aside, letting it fall over her shoulders and down her arms. She began to aid him then, assisting in getting the outfit off her arms before all that was left to do was for the item be slid down her legs. He took a few steps back and let her down this on her own. The dragon bent over, and briefly Kels could see the swing of breast, but something seemed off about her shape. He was confused.
The one-piece was now bunched up around her ankles, and she stood back up and stepped out of the item. She was now fully nude, but with her back turned to him. Her hands returned to her chest, sheepish and shy, then after a long moment of pause she lifted her head. He could actually hear her inhale deeply before letting out her breath very slowly. When she was finished, she turned to face him.
Holy fuck her tits were huge!
She was holding her arms crossed over her chest and yet they looked a lot bigger naked than when they were in that one-piece! It must have been some kind of compression outfit, no wonder her shape threw him off when she had her back turned! He'd have never guess she had a rack as fat as this in those rich girl outfits she always wore. A ploy, her slender body was a clever ruse! Sure, she was still slender in the torso, but with tits like these you'd think she'd have a litter of little dragon babies running around trying to suck her dry of milk!
"Thank you for putting your trust in me, Lady Nael." He told her earnest. Holy fuck those tits were big! He kept repeating that in his head even as he tried to keep his head out of the gutter enough to form proper, polite sentences. She was the bustiest dragon he'd ever seen in City 17!
And she was absolutely embarrassed. Whatever mask she had been wearing when she first appeared at his door was long gone. She was now as naked as the day she was born, completely exposed, vulnerable. This was a side of her that perhaps only her husband had seen, and Kels got a little kick out of that!
"If you are ready to begin, you can step onto the table, please." He encouraged her, gesturing to the table. She sheepishly turned to look at the table, and very carefully she approached it and rose up onto the table, arms still over her chest protectively, not that it did much. She couldn't hide those things if she tried.
It looked to him like she was too embarrassed to say anything as she moved to the center of the table. Kels left her there to squirm while he grabbed his favorite easel and moved it over and into position. Before she'd arrived, he had already pulled out several blank sheets of large paper and together with a drawing board he was ready with his tools. He'd stick to pencils of varying weight today. Faster, less messy, and drawings were a good way for him to capture the construction of a person, like how an engineer might prefer a schematic over a photograph.
"Let's begin the first study, Lady Nael. Do you mind if I move you into a better pose?" He asked her, knowing now that she'd likely comply if only because she was so embarrassed that she'd not have the strength to refuse.
"You may, yes." She replied in a low voice. The dragon was so anxious, and she got even more anxious as he approached her. He could tell she was visibly trembling when he stepped up onto the table to join her, but he kept himself respectful as he used but a single finger on each hand to poke her bare body to direct her into position.
He would poke her on the hip, giving a nudge, and then she would move in that direction. A poke here, a nudge there, then a shift there. He had to manually grab her tail and move it around, so it was coiled around her feet in a circle. That would look nice. He was going for a simple standing pose to start with.
When he stood back up after having gotten her tail in place, he was in the perfect position to steal a sweet glance at her pussy, the tight folds of her cunt looked damn near virginal. Once Kels was standing he had to hide his smile, not only because he was pleased to have seen her naked from so close, but because he swore that her petals were looking a bit damp down there. Interesting!
"You are almost ready, Lady Nael. May I see your hands?" He asked her, forcing her to relinquish her grip on her fat tits. She sheepishly removed her hands from her chest, extending them to him dutifully. With her arms no longer protecting her tits, the heavy pair settled into their natural position, free as birds in the sky but too heavy to ever hope to dance amongst the clouds. Kels felt more like a sculptor than a painter with how much like putty she was becoming. He took her hands in his, and boy was she nervous! Her hands told it all!
He moved her hands down to her tummy and moved them together until she naturally clasped her hands together. Once done he stepped back and hopped off the table. He looked at up and down from the floor and studied the pose. It was plain, but that was fine. This was just the start. She was very stiff though, nervous.
"Can you relax more, Lady Nael? You are very stiff." He asked. She nodded.
The dragon tried and failed to settle her nerves. She was probably too far gone.
"Close your eyes and think of something that comforts you. Also, are you cold? I can adjust the temperature."
She shut her eyes but shook her head.
"I am well, Master Kels." She replied, quiet in voice. He didn't know if she was following his advice, but she did have her eyes shut. When he stood in front of his easel to take up his first pencil he had all the luxury in the world to admire her without needing to be coy about it.
"Then I shall begin, please hold as still as you can." He told her, and she nodded.
He began to draw, and for once he was actually focusing on his work rather than how much he could con the dragon into stripping. He'd gotten what he wanted and now he got to admire her from his easel every time he looked up from the page. She did a fairly decent job of holding still, but she was obviously nervous. Over time her posture grew more relaxed, and eventually she did manage to actually hold herself completely still. She was probably following his advice, but the reality is that most people that modeled for artists start off awkwardly but after a while they calm down.
It took half an hour, but he finished his first study. He thought it turned out quite nice. The shape of her hips and bust had been the most fun to draw. Her tits were huge, and those were especially delightful to study intently as he drew them. Kels put a lot of effort into getting them just right, so much so that he had to double back to other parts of the drawing to touch them up so that it wasn't so obvious that he was staring at her tits.
Lady Nael looked much more comfortable standing nude for him now. Good!
"I have finished the first study, Lady Nael. I would like to continue on to the next one, but to give you a rest from standing so long I can change your position to a seated one." He told her before removing the finished page from the board and setting it aside onto another easel where he planned to stack everything he drew today in a cluster. While he prepared his board for the next drawing the dragon relaxed her posture from the one, he'd put her in, moving her legs, arms, and tail.
"What would you wish me to do now, Kels?" She asked when he made his approach to her.
He already knew what he wanted, but he thought it better to be fashionably late with it, so he reached a hand to his chin and stroked his fur while looking thoughtfully at the table before drawing his gaze up her body until he was looking at her face. The expression she wore was not so anxious as it had been, but she was still embarrassed. Her hands were clasped again and fidgeting in front of her stomach. She wasn't hiding her tits and pussy from him now, that was very nice. Trust pays off!
"Sit down in the middle of the table like this, but I want you to face that empty easel in the corner." He replied, pointing to another of his easels off to the side, then dropped his hand from his chin and began to sit down on the floor to show her exactly how he wanted her to sit.
The way he sat was very particular, you see, and it needed to be demonstrated. This was because he wanted to stare at her cunt while he drew, and he figured he had the perfect pose for it. He was now sitting on his butt with his feet on the floor in front of him, knees up and together to make a pair of upside Vs with his legs. Meanwhile, he stuck his arms out to his sides to put his palms to the floor.
He watched as Lady Nael followed his instruction and sat according to his example. When she was done, he rose from the floor and approached the table to move back to his easel. Kels used his body language to convey that he was checking the view from his easel to see if the pose she'd taken was satisfactory. It wasn't, not quite. With her arms out to her sides he had a great view of her tits, which was one of his intentions. There could be more pussy though.
"Let me adjust you." He told her, then approached the table.
He gently touched a fingertip to the underside of her chin, then carefully guided her head to a new angle until he was satisfied. He moved back to the easel, looked, and was happy. The new tilt of her head carried an aloof air, but he needed more pussy. Shifting her head was just a ploy to reduce the odds that she would suspect he was only after a view of her cunt. He moved back towards the table to set up the final touches.
"May I, Lady Nael?" He asked her, gesturing towards one of her legs, asking if he could take her leg himself and move it.
She nodded, watching him from the side, as she was trying to remain in place as he'd set her head. She was being very obedient when her gently grabbed her leg and lifted it, shifting it over her other leg until they were crossed. When she realized his goal she settled the leg down on her own and he no longer needed to guide her. After that he touched her tail and moved it around so it coil in a circle around her seated body.
Mentally, he was crossing his fingers that moving her tail around wouldn't inadvertently cost him a view of her cunt, but when he returned to his easel, he was pleasantly surprised. He wasn't the tallest fox in the world, but he had enough height to see over her tail from his new vantage, and that pussy was there in clear view. He smiled, satisfied with his new pose.
"I will begin now, if you are ready." He told her, and she whispered that she was. He began drawing.
Another thirty minutes later and he was finished, looking over his work with pride. He unclipped the page from the board and moved it over to the first drawing. He'd spent an hour drawing her now, but she'd been in his home for closer to an hour and a half. When they'd discussed how much of her time she would be giving him for these studies they'd agreed upon three hours. Kels needed to get at least two more poses in, because after that she would need to redress herself and likely they'd have a discussion over the work he'd done today.
Now he needed to knuckle down and just focus on working on studies for the sake of a future portrait, and not just his own personal lust.
Lady Nael requested a small break, and he allowed it.
He feigned politeness by offering to retrieve her robe while she stepped down from the table to move about and stretch, but she refused. She insisted she would not need long to rest. As she stretched her legs he could tell she'd reached that point where being naked in front of an artist had less of a chilling effect on her. She was less nervous, but he had to really put effort into not staring too much or to let himself smile, and boy did he want to smile!
Lady Nael's fat tits were beginning to sport some erect nipples, probably from the room temperature, and by the looks of it they were going to be nice and plump! Motherly, if you will. He never could get a good look at her crotch to see if she was still damp, but that scent of flowers was a lot stronger now. If she'd sprayed perfume on herself before dressing herself then that would make sense. Without her robe there wasn't anything odorless covering up the perfume. It was a pleasant scent, which was odd since most perfumes women wore, no matter their species, tended to be obnoxious in odor and he couldn't stand it. There was nothing worse than someone hosing themselves down in cologne or perfume.
Once she said she was ready and could continue he moved her into a new position, which was another standing pose. He worried less about her tits and cunt and instead focused on her ass. He had her turn to face away from him, and Kels only needed to barely adjust her posture since a view of her behind was much different than one from her front. Thirty minutes later he had a nice study of her shapely ass, her graceful tail, and the subtle tone of her back muscles. A woman had to have a fit back if they were going to carry tits like those.
Then he switched up the whole system she was familiar with by asking her sit on the edge of the table for him. After she did so, he moved his easel closer to her, adjusting its angle so his drawing board was at a more comfortable tilt. Now he spent the next half hour drawing sketches of her face. Every several minutes he'd reach over to her face and nudge her into a new angle, sometimes telling her to smile, or to frown. Once he had drawn several different studies of her face, he was happy. Checking the clock he hoped he'd have time for another drawing, but only if she didn't mind staying longer than three hours.
"I am done with these." He told her, removing the page from his easel and walking the paper over to join the others.
"Is there more that you need, Kels?" She asked him. When he looked back at her she was still seated on the table, her knees locked together with hands at her sides. Her gaze was inquisitive, not impatient in the slightest. If time allowed it, she had the look of a pupil eager to learn, or in other words she'd let him continue to draw her.
"I could do so much more, Lady Nael, but judging by the time we are growing near to the three hours we agreed upon. I would hate to ask anything of you that would keep you longer than necessary." He replied.
When she was reminded of the time she looked surprised, then asked what the time was. Once he told her she seemed surprised still, remarking that it did not feel to her that so much time had passed.
"Such is the way of art. Sometimes time flies as quickly as paint can from a brush." He told her with a smile, feeling smug at his own cleverness with words. She seemed to like it, at any rate. It really helped flesh out his false personae.
"If you have more that you wish to do, I can arrange more time for today. This will not be an issue." It was now his turn to be surprised.
"Are you sure, Lady Nael? If you had any other matters planned for today I am certain they are important." He pushed back politely, but she shook her head.
"On the contrary, today is a rare day where I have nothing else on my schedule. I was to have a conference call after this, but due to a conflict it had to be postponed until tomorrow." She explained, and now he was interested.
"If I may keep you a little longer, I could perhaps do one more study of you, Lady Nael. However, please do not let me become greedy of your time. I can sometimes get lost in my art and lose track of time."
She stood up from the table then, her hands rising to cover her chest again. He thought she was reverting back to her initially modest, but she surprised him by instead bowing to him. Her hands were just to keep her ample tits from swinging about as she dipped her torso forward.
"You have shown no greed today, Master Kels. I will gladly share more of my time with you if it results in even just a single piece more of your artwork." She replied before rising back to stand, her hands dropping from her tits to clasp neatly over her belly.
She didn't think he was being greedy today, eh? That's how how naïve she is about his intentions! His silver tongue was serving him well, and he smiled in reply and bowed his own little polite bow.
"Would you like to see what I have drawn of you so far? It would give you more time to move about and rest from the poses you've done so far." He offered, and her eyes lit up at the prospect of finally seeing the art he'd drawn of her.
"Yes! I would love to, Master Kels." Her excitement drenched her body language as he gestured for her to follow him over to the easel he was using to store the drawings. She quickly followed him, her feet clapping against the floor until she was at his side. She'd made no effort to cover or control her tits so every footstep she took left them shaking.
The art on the easel was in reverse order from how he'd drawn it with the face studies in front and the original standing pose in the back. Starting with the studies of her face, he watched as the dragon was awe struck at the sight of her own face cast in pencil. She drowned him with praise and flattery, and he soaked it up like a dry sponge. Once, he'd been terrified to let people see his art, but now he was a glutton for the attention. He was talented and loved hearing people tell him so! It always felt good to satisfy a client, and it was made even better that she was stark naked and standing next to him. She was so enamored by the art that it was easy for him to give her sideways glances to see her fat fucking tits up close.
Every now and then, when she'd point to a feature of her face he'd captured, he would steal a glance at her pussy and note that she was still damp. The scent of flowers was also very strong now that she was right next to him. Thankfully it was not an obnoxious smell even when shoulder to shoulder with her.
"Let's move to the next one. This is the pose you took when you were facing away from me." He explained, and carefully removed the studies of her face and slid it behind the rest of the pages.
He watched her face blush, but she also smiled in a sheepish way. She was clearly shy at seeing her own bare backside.
"I do not often see myself from the back." Was the first thing she said.
"That's unfortunate, Lady Nael. I would have enjoyed hearing your critique of my accuracy. Perhaps I can send it home with you today and your husband can give me his critique instead?" He teased her with a smile.
The dragon looked flushed, and apparently from the thought of her husband seeing this work of art of her bare-naked rump.
"I do not know. He may be no wiser than I when it comes to offering critique."
"Well, art is a tricky thing, and it can be difficult to offer critique of it. For anyone not an artist the challenge is even greater. If all your husband can say that he enjoys it, then that is sufficient." He replied.
Lady Nael smiled back, very shyly. The fact that she was not covering herself despite being embarrassed was a good sign. If this keeps up Kels won't have to try very hard in the future to milk her for more nudity. It'll just fall out of her like the clothes would from her body.
"Let's continue, shall we?" He said and began to move the page of her backside to the back of the stack. He waited to look at her face until he was finished settling the page behind the rest. Her eyes were now wide, and she was flushed more deeply than before. Seeing herself seated with her tits out for all to see and her pussy in view was a real shock to her. For several moments she was speechless, pink in the face, but staring intently at the page. Kels watched with interest as her eyes moved about the page.
"What do you think? Did I capture your likeness?" he asked.
Her lips parted, then pressed back together. She was searching for the words, and the longer her silence drug out the more uncomfortable Kels began to feel. There was always that chance a model could freak out when they saw themselves naked, but he doubted Lady Nael would do that. This didn't stop him from getting nervous the longer she stood there gawking at herself.
"Am I truly so... I wish not to offend you with my choice of words." She said at last.
"Speak freely, Lady Nael. You are my client, and I am your artist. You are paying me to capture your likeness, and I assure you that nothing you could say to me would be worse than the abuse I'd suffered in art school. There is no more scathing a critique an artist can get than from his own peers." And for once he wasn't full of shit. Every bit of that was true! A jealous artist was full of scathing commentary that would strip the flesh off the bone of anyone too insecure to let it slide off their backs.
"Luscious." She replied in a very low voice.
"You are very beautiful, Lady Nael. There was little I could do to hide it, except to lie, which I was unwilling to do." Also not bullshit! He was telling the truth! It was so much easier to get what you wanted when you didn't have to lie through your teeth. Even with a gullible type like these dragons being able to tell the truth was often a winning strategy should the chance ever present itself. Of course, sometimes he had to tell a few lies to get to a point where truth became viable...
Regardless, Lady Nael was left blushing at his reply, and then her hands went up and covered her chest. Kels had suffered his first setback. Wait, no? She was now moving her hands below her tits, her face looking downward at herself as she examined her own body, particularly her breasts. Then she leaned forward and looked further below, Kels watching her with great interest. She was checking herself out, and then she looked back up at what he'd drawn.
"When I see myself I do not think in these terms, Master Kels. Seeing you capture my likeness has opened my eyes to what other people may see of me." She replied, and by the tone of her voice Kels knew he needed to steer her away from any notion that might make it more difficult for him to strip the clothes off her.
"Nonsense. Are you implying that people look at you like you are..." He added a deliberate pause. "A woman of ill repute?"
He purposely chose that phrasing. In response she looked to him, a worried look on her face.
"You are not such a woman, Lady Nael. Beauty alone does not diminish your personhood nor your status. Nor does," He gestured to the art on the page then. "Being drawn as you are. If anything I am to blame for choosing this pose, not you for being born beautiful."
"It is a revealing pose." She replied meekly. He felt a chill, looks like he was going to suffer that setback!
"These are studies of your form and features, so I needed poses that revealed you to me. Nothing to be hidden. The studies of your face reveal your expression, the drawing of your from behind reveal your backside, most importantly how your tail connects to your body. As a fox I always find it a challenge to draw the tail of a dragon as yours are much different from my own. This drawing here, as revealing to you as it may seem, is good to me because it shows your front in a new angle I've not seen. From your face, to your breasts, and your legs I got to understand your form better. This holds true as well for the first pose I had you in. The first and second drawings each reveal you to me from the front, and I was able to get a strong grasp of how you should be properly drawn." He finished that mouthful, and the entire time she was listening intently.
"I know I have status and importance, but I have moments of weakness. Forgive me for letting one of those moments be while standing at your side, Master Kels." She apologized and turned to face him. With the dragon being taller than him by a good bit he couldn't actually bow to her gracefully to accept the apology, as he would have headbutted her in the tits if he tried.
Instead, he just nodded his head carefully.
"You have done nothing wrong. Is this truly the first time you've been drawn this way?" He asked her, hoping that he was averting disaster.
She nodded in reply that she had.
"I have had many portraits done, some since childhood. Only above." She then gestured to her upper body, a bust portrait. "No one has ever taken the care to draw me as intimately as you have."
"It is intimate, Lady Nael, but I assure you there will be no finer portrait of you than the ones I will produce. The same holds true of your husband. I will apply equal care to both of you to fulfill my duty as your artist." He told her.
A fresh flush returned to her face, and she could not suppress another of her shy smiles. It was enough that she had to look away from him, turning back to the drawing of herself resting on the page.
"You will draw my husband as you've drawn me?" She asked in a hushed voice. Of course he would! Firstly, that would look very suspicious if he stripped one of them naked and not the other, and secondly Lord Gennai would likely be an attractive subject once he was stripped bare. Kels may prefer women over men but being an artist for so long had taught him that there was plenty to admire about the nude male form. He was also lecherous enough to not care who he stripped naked, male or female, as either option gave him a thrill. He just couldn't help himself!
"If he permits me to, then I will. Do you think he will disapprove?" He asked, wondering now for the first time if her husband would be as easy of a mark as his wife.
She shook her head.
"He is like me. We are each... inexperienced with this level of devotion to the arts, Master Kels. He will be shy, as I have been with you. Perhaps, once I speak with him, he will be less so. I am just now realizing that I will see artwork like this of Lord Gennai, and he will in turn see this artwork of me." She replied. The more she used her husband's name along with his title the more... off it seemed, like maybe there was a reason she was so formal? He was curious, but now wasn't the time to be asking those questions.
"A wife should not be so shy of her husband seeing her nude, Lady Nael." He teased her.
"I... am not, and yet I am. We are very... shy. It is like we cannot escape our first time meeting each other, and whenever we are together we relive the nervous energy. Our schedules, and our responsibilities, have not always helped us understand one another. I'm sorry, Master Kels, I am creating a distraction from our purpose here today." She stopped herself then, her body language signaling that she was feeling embarrassed, awkward, possibly even ashamed? What a beautiful time to play armchair psychologist and wrap the dragon ever tighter about his finger!
"This is not a distraction, Lady Nael! I said before I wanted to understand you as if I'd known you since childhood. Please, tell me more. A woman's personality, her history, is as important to me as her beauty. I'll be drawing the two of you together in a portrait, after all. Please, let me listen to your troubles." He insisted, reaching his hand out to gamble, a big god damned dare. He took her hand in his and gently squeezed. She flushed, caught in a moment of pause, the dragon now uncertain on how to reply.
After a moment she meekly nodded and continued. She did not free herself from his hand, he noticed.
"Before we came to City 17, we did not live together even though we were married. Our marriage was distant, due to our responsibilities. It is only now that we are here on Tritus IV that we can actually see each other daily. Before, I was fortunate to see him once a month." She explained while clinging to his hand. Kels was surprised! What's the point of marrying a girl this stacked if you aren't going to be screwing her every night? Either they are both workaholics or they're just spineless and can't put their foot down with whoever their shitty supervisor is. Or whatever they have in the Empire. No one really works in the Empire like the rest of the galaxy does.
"That's tragic, Lady Nael, but now you are with him!" He tried to give her some cheer, but his curiosity got the better of him, too. "Are you afraid to show him this artwork because he has not seen you himself?"
He was gambling. Surely, her husband has fucked her. Lord Gennai didn't look like some alpha sort of man, being slender and elegant like her was, but he was still her husband and she was still very attractive. There's no way he hasn't bedded this woman.
"He has seen me, but not often. When we are together it is..." She started blushing furiously. "I do not know how to continue."
"Are you a virgin?" Kels was high on his own addiction of getting women to bare their all. Her face went redder, her expression revealing to him that he might have been correct? He couldn't have been!
"N-no, I- I am not. We have c-consummated our marriage." Her hand was clinging to him tightly for support, her anxiety back in full swing as she tucked her free arm around over her tits in a defensive gesture.
Kels moved, pulling at her hand, drawing her away from the easel and its art and back towards the table. He beckoned her to sit, and the trembling dragon sat on the table like she had before, still holding his hand as he sat next to her. He flipped his tail behind him so it curled around her backside, and she jumped a little when she felt the fur of his tail come to rest over her bare skin.
"You don't act like a woman who has consummated her marriage." He pressed.
She struggled to reply, staring nervously at the floor. Her own tail slid across the table behind them both until it bumped the back of his pants. She continued to curl it around Kels until the end draped off the edge of the table. Her tail tip hugged against his legs like she was seeking protection. Good! Yes, confide in your trusted artist!
"W-we, we..." She struggled, almost frozen in fright as she was confronted with the pressure of confessing her sex life to him.
Kels had never gotten this far with a client! Was this dragon truly so gullible that she could be coerced into confessing the state of her sexlife, of what she does or doesn't do in bed with her husband? He was playing a dangerous game right now, this could all marvelously backfire! His reputation would be ruined! He could even be kicked off City 17, couldn't he?
The fox should have calmed himself down and started looking for a way to backpedal, but he couldn't. His cock was now stiff in his pants, thankfully hidden from her view, and he was desperate to hear this dragon's story. She was sitting right next to him naked! He had her! She was so close to being wrapped around his finger like a wedding band! If he could just break through her inhibitions just a little more, get her to exhale that final sigh, the dam breaking and letting all her anxiety drain away. But how? Was his silver tongue worth enough money to pay his way into scoring the client of the century? Someone that not only pays him for his art, but lets him gawk and fondle her hot body as a bonus?
He moved his free hand over to his other, trading hands with her so that he could use the arm closest to her to snake behind her back and hug her. She didn't react negatively to this at all, in fact she seemed to embrace it.
"Close your eyes." He told her. Kels was out of his element, running on adrenaline and instinct with his every next step.
She obeyed, nodding.
"Breathe in deep." She obeyed, shakily drawing in a large breath.
"Let it out slow." She exhaled.
"Just listen to me now, breathing in and out slowly, and all I want you to do is shake my hand if you want to tell me yes, alright?" He asked her, hedging his bets on a new stratagem.
In reply she shook her head up and down while also shaking his hand. With her eyes clamped shut he didn't need to hide his own anxious smile, his own eyes darting from her face to her gorgeous tits only to see that her nipples were now erect as fuck, hard nubs atop a plump areola just perfect for sucking on. With a careful lean forward, he looked at her crotch. The smell of flowers was damn near intoxicating now that he was embracing her. He could hardly see her cunt between her soft legs, but her inner thighs looked damp like she was aroused!
Kels had to wonder if she was slowly getting off to this? He knew he sure was! He was now so drunk off this he could have bust a nut with a fingertip! He'd never been so horny with a client before!
"When you consummated your marriage, did your husband penetrate you?" He asked, his mouth salivating. His heart was pounding.
She did not shake his hand! Instead, she shook her back and forth to signal no. Lady Nael was breathing in and out quickly, deeply. Her anxiety was at its peak!
"Were you afraid to allow it? Or was he afraid?"
She squeezed his hand tighter but didn't shake it.
"B-both!" She spat, then sucked in a huge breath before exhaling it back out hard. His eyes were wide like saucers.
Were these two... virgins? Both? A gullible goofy pair of hoity toity dragons that were too chicken shit to actually screw on their wedding night or any night after? Impossible!
"Has he ever penetrated you?"
She shook her head no, her hand trembling so hard he had to squeeze it in reply, deploying all the faux affection he could to ease her down.
"So, you lie when you say you've consummated your marriage." He pressed her harder.
She shook his hand vigorously, and he looked her in the face, and she looked like she was going to cry. Kels stood now at the precipice of disaster, but also on the horizon of the perfect artist and client relationship! The bigger the gamble, the bigger the reward! He squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"Why were you both afraid?" He asked. The hand behind her back crept along her bare skin until his fingertips were at her side and under her arm. He had to resist the urge to squirm as he felt the soft squish of her tit touch the tip of his middle finger.
She squeezed his hand back in reply at first before she opened her mouth, struggling to form words. She started shivering, hard, her anxiety boiling over as she trembled against him. The dragon leaned herself into him, her tail coiling tighter around his side and his legs until she had him entrapped. Both her hands were now clutching to his one, and he dared to slide his free hand a little deeper, his fingers slipping further into the crease at the underside of her fat tit. She was so warm! He no longer could smell the aroma of his paints or charcoal, the natural smells of his condo were gone, only the scent of flowers remained, and it filled his nose to the brim and soaked into his brain.
All he could think about was this hot as fuck dragon clinging to him, confessing her sex life to him like a gullible slut! No, not a slut, she'd not even fucked her own husband, she was a virgin! But she could be a slut if she wanted, he knew it. He could convince her, yes, he could convince her to fuck that husband of hers and after Lord Gennai has blown his load, he'd be so indebted to Kels for breaking the ice of his dead bedroom he'd have no choice but to pay him for art forever!
"B-be-because." She stammered.
"Do you trust me, Lady Nael." He asked her, his own voice now sounding breathless. She vigorously shook his hand.
"He-he is large!" She spat the words out. Her body shuddered hard then, he had to cling to her to try and keep her still. His one hand was now cupping the side of her breast, the warm flesh was like a slice of heaven in his palm!
He was large? You mean that slender dragon is hung? His heart began to beat faster. Well, well, the hoity toity shy lover was well endowed!
"His penis is large?" He asked, he needed to be certain. She shook his hand while nodding quickly.
"There are ways to solve this problem, Lady Nael." He told her, Kels being a horny schemer, drunk on all of this, on her fucking perfume like it was a drug!
"How?" She asked him, her head suddenly turning to face him, her eyes wide open, pupils dilated and fixed upon him. He was now on the spot, frozen in the moment and he briefly had no way forward in sight, then it hit him like an instinct.
"Simple, Lady Nael." He told her, and lifted his hand, and hers with it, until the three hands were pressed to her chest. He pulled the arm out from behind her and pushed her to lay on her back. She obeyed, dutifully following his instructions as he guided her back to the table.
He couldn't stop himself from openly looking her body up and down. Her incredible tits, so hefty and divine! Kels pressed their hands against their soft meat, and then looked down her perfect body towards her exposed crotch. Her cunt was sopping wet! She was up to her tits in lust, just like he was!
"Your husband is a powerful man to resist your beauty. He must love you very much." And to that she shook his hand, but now that she was laying on her back he tugged at her hands.
Kels drew both her hands away from her tits and down towards her stomach. She resisted once it began to become clear that he intended to move their hands to her crotch.
"Do you trust me?" He asked. She shivered but nodded. She was staring at him, wide eyed and he stared right back. Locking eyes was a powerful tool, and he was using it to the fullest. This gullible, married, soon-to-be-slut was going to learn that the best way to take a fat dick was to loosen her cunt up with pussy spit and orgasms.
"Have you ever touched yourself down here?" He asked her, drawing her hands to her crotch at last. The heat of her cunt seemed to radiate off her body, his hand felt so warm!
She shook her head at him, wide eyed and bewildered, dilated, she was trapped in the clutches of a sleazy fox that was about to get his way! He wrestled his hand free of one of hers, taking the back of her hand into his own and shoving her fingers down to her snatch. Her cunt was burning up as her juices spilled over her and his fingers alike. He was nearly panting now, Kels trying to maintain his composure, keeping up the act, all the while the dragon next to him shuddered and gasped.
He pushed her own fingers into her slit, her sodden tunnel inviting them warmly inside. She began to squirm, but he shifted his body, sliding his free hand behind her head and taking a handful of her hair. That startled her, but he cooed down at her to calm her down.
"Do this as practice, Lady Nael. It will teach your body to be ready for him." He whispered down at her, not breaking eye contact, holding her head down and in place while his hand rocked hers deeper between her legs, his middle finger pushing her own past her lips and into her sex.
She was shocked silent, panting loudly, squirming, and he continued. He worked her hand down into her cunt, faster and faster and at last he heard her moan. It was a beautiful noise! Her eyes began to flutter.
"Don't look away!" He told her firmly, and she fought against her eyelids and stared back at him deeply, enthralled, panting, squirming atop the table next to him. "When he's with you, look him in the eyes."
"Your body is so hot right now, Lady Nael, so warm. You've become so aroused that if your husband was here, he could easily fill you, and then the two of you would be complete in your marriage. This is all you need to do, touch yourself, think deeply of your husband, and make sure you are as wet as you are right now." He was running his mouth, all between his own panting breaths, little by little working his own hand against her cunt rather than hers.
She nodded her head at him, one of her hands wrapping around his wrist but not stopping him. Soon, there was no hand but his own fingering her, both of hers were clinging to his arm as he worked her cunt harder and harder, stroking the lips of her sex, teasing her clit, plunging into her depths!
The dragon was nothing but pants and moans as he enjoyed every moment of splitting her petals apart with his fingers. Her cunt was so wet and slick it was effortless to explore her tunnel as deeply as his fingers would allow. His cock was tenting his pants painfully, but he didn't care! He had his eyes locked onto hers, and she couldn't look away like she was under his spell. He was no magician, but he'd managed to bewitch her into letting him finger her virgin cunt!
She was so gullible, he thought as he dug into her deeper, searching to see if dragons had a gspot the same way vixens did. She was so trusting, he thought as she gasped sharply when his middle finger found a particular spot inside of her that she seemed to like. Lady Nael was so obedient, that when he told her that it was ok for her to orgasm, she did. He hooked his fingers inside her and started roughly jerking them up and down, the noise of it like the clapping of wet hands. If dragons did have a gspot, then Kels must have found it, because the dragon suddenly screamed, her back arching right off the table as her cunt clamped down around his fingers like a vice. Liquid heat spilled from her tunnel and across his hand as she writhed violent as the climax took her. Her hands left his arm and she groped desperately at his shoulder, pulling him down to her. Suddenly his hand was trapped between her tightly clamped thighs while his face was buried between her heavenly tits as she hugged him with all her strength.
Kels busted a nut in his pants right then and there, as the dragon howled and shuddered, her body quaking against him as he continued to work his fingers inside her sodden and sloppy pussy. The scent of her perfume was so much stronger now, buried in her tits. He wondered what brand it was, as he might need to buy bottles of the stuff as gifts for her and other female clients that were dragons. It smelled like heaven, something unreal.
With the dragon now freshly deflowered by his own hand he eased back and let her slowly come down off her orgasmic high. She settled slowly onto the table, clinging tightly to him still. Kels waited until the cum stain in his pants grew cool, and her breathing became slow and steady as the rise and fall of her chest eased. He made no effort to vacate the heavenly prison of her embrace.
"Do you feel much better now, Lady Nael." He panted, trying to keep up his act as the truthful, honest, armchair psychologist.
"Yes." She whispered without breath.
"Do this to yourself every day, even when alone if you must. Do this until you are ready to invite your husband inside you." He reminded her, making sure she knew that all of this was for her marriage and nothing at all to do with her artist being a lecherous bastard that was hungry for her luscious body.
"Yes, yes I will, Master Kels." She whispered, before clinging even more tightly to him.
He was only then aware of the time, uncertain of how much time had even passed them by. As much as he hated it, he had no choice but to gently coax himself part from her, but she was so exhausted from her orgasm she continued to lay upon the table, breathing deeply. Her body was so gorgeous, luscious, desirable... He checked the time, and saw it had only been a little more than three hours. She'd told him before that she had more time to give him.
Looking at her nude, satisfied, body, he was overcome with an artistic passion to draw her as she was right now. He looked over to his easel, standing at the ready for him, then back at Lady Nael.
"I will draw you once more, Lady Nael, to capture your beauty now that you are at ease." He told her, and she nodded absently back in reply.
He didn't even need to move her body a bit, her natural relaxed posture, the placement of her legs and her hands, the tilt of her head, the disheveled look of her hair. It was all too perfect, authentic! This truly was a woman basking in the afterglow of a fantastic orgasm. He'd never drawn that before, but today that would change.
Kels was an artist after all.