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Cerath stood at the end of the long board room table, his stern gaze commanding the attention of the other board members. "And I say, if our competition wants to sit there drooling with 40points on the table... I say it's well within our reach to give them something to swallow." He said, his booming voice reverberating off the meeting room walls. The large red dragon was rewarded with polite professional chuckles from the rest of the room.

"But! On a lighter note. Today is a very special day. Where is Nuut? Nuut Razzah? Ah there he is, come here little one." Cerath said, his powerful gaze turning the whole rooms gaze towards the young dragon.

Nuut peaked his head out from behind a larger dragon, coffee cup tray still in hand as he delivered the last of the long coffee order he was tasked with. He looked up to Cerath and saw him nod to his side. Cautiously be walked down the length of the room to the end of the table, all eyes were on his titanium grey and white scales. As he walked his soft tidy scales shimmered in the dozen downlights of the meeting room, slight metallic flecks in his scales scattering the light onto the walls.

Once he was close Cerath pulled him against his red scaled side with a firm wing.

"Everyone, you may know Nuut. He has been our intern for the past few months. Go ahead Nuut, tell the room what day it is" Cerath boomed, his dominating wing smothering the smaller dragon.

Nuut felt like a deer in the headlights as the whole room stated at him, waiting for him to talk. The room was full of all sorts of creatures, an old anthro deer, a few dragons of various colours and genders, and of course cerath's personal assistant Lottle. Her white feathers looking a little flustered as she had already helped the research and development team with a special project that morning.

"It's...it's my hatch day" Nuut mumbled softly, his voice filled with nervous uncertainty.

"It's his hatchday! I hope you congratulate him in your own way." Cerath annouced to the room with a chuckle.

"But onto the reason why I have you here Nuut." Cerath said, his strong gaze pinning the young dragon. "The printer is jamming again, someone has gone and fucked it. Take care of it will you?"

Nuut sighed softly, they had moved the printer into a seperate room after some incident that happened before he started. Now it was in a secluded area of the office and the room was often used as a 'team bonding' room, the sights that the printer had seen would make anyone blush.

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As he wrestled with the jammed printer in a small, windowless room, Nuut couldn't help but feel frustrated. His claws felt clumsy as he wrangled the feed trays, trying to find any source of the jam. Paper bits and ink smudges marred the once pristine sheets that were strewn across the floor as he closed the trays, only for the printer to wail in dissatisfaction with his work.

"Just fucking work" Nuut growled under his breath, opening the tray and adjusting the paper before closing it again, the printer mocking him with an angry beep again.

He fumbled with the jammed papers, his oversized talons knocking against the printer's buttons, inadvertently changing settings and triggering a series of beeps and whirrs. His wings flustered as he mumbled curses under his breath, his frustration growing with each passing moment.

As Nuut continued his struggle with the printer, a sudden click caught his attention. He turned his gaze towards the door to the print room. His heart skipped a beat as the door swung open, revealing a handsome dragon with shimmering scales of bronze. It was Heerin, a well-known figure in the office, known for his charm and rumoured to be the reason why half of the marketing nesses had taken egg leave.

"Nuut, my friend! Happy birthday!" Heerin exclaimed with a wide smile, his eyes gleaming with warmth. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, creating an air of privacy. The sound of the latch sliding into place echoed through the small space.

Nuut's surprise mingled with a sense of curiosity as he replied, "Thank you, Heerin. If you needed to release a job, this printer is fucked."

Heerin chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. "Ah, I was hoping to release something." He said aid waited for Nuut to get his meaning "I couldn't let your special day pass without a little celebration, now could I? I've got a special present just for you, Nuut."

Curiosity piqued, Nuut's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. "A present? For me?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.

"A big present." Heerin smirked at the younger drakes innocence, "don't think I haven't noticed you staring at me from across the office." He said smugly and chuckled as he saw Nuuts cheeks blush. "How about we show this printer what a real jam looks like" he added and humped his hips in the air to make his intentions crystal clear.

Nuuts jaw dropped at the proposition, he had heard tales from the dragoness's in the office about Heerin riding them in ways they couldn't comprehend. He snapped his jaw closed and swallowed, looking up at the larger dragon he couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought of this strong dragon taking him for the first time.

With a subtle smirk, Heerin used a paw to gesture for Nuut to turn around, a mischievous glint in his bronze eyes.

"Nuut," Heerin's voice lowered, laced with a playful tone. "I will take good care of you, your cute little rump has been on my radar for some time now."

Nuut gave a smile and his heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty as he turned to face the printer, his back now to Heerin. "I, I haven't done this before." Nuut said weakly, his voice quiet and innocent.

"Oh I know." Heerin said with a chuckle, "that's part of the appeal. I want your first time to be magical. After today, others will pale in comparison."

"Heerin," Nuut began, his voice laced with vulnerability. "I didn't know you were bisexual too. If I had of known...."

Heerin, didn't miss a beat. His voice, filled with nonchalance and acceptance, cut through the silence. "You see, Nuut," Heerin began, his tone dripping with a raw, primal tone. "When it comes to matters of fucking, I couldn't give a dragon's arse about societal norms or or labels. I am pent up, and I bet you would like to feel what a real dragon is made of. So how about you lift that cute tail of yours and I make a drake out of you "

Nuut's eyes widened, captivated by the boldness and honesty of Heerin's words. He couldn't deny the allure of Heerin's commanding presence, his larger and more dominant physique. The contrast between them only served to heighten the intensity of their connection.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly began to undulate his lithe form, lowering his front down to the thin carpet tiles while keeping his rump raised like he had seen in countless videos. His tail flicking with excitement as he exposed himself to the large dragon who let out a growl of satisfaction as he enjoyed the show.

Heerin's eyes drank in the sight, his dominance asserting itself as he moved closer to Nuut. His body, larger and more muscular than Nuut's, emanated an irresistible aura of power and control. The bronze scales that adorned him seemed to gleam with an ethereal fire, reflecting the flickering light in the room.

"Look at you," Heerin purred, his voice thick with authority. "So delicate and enticing, you are going to enjoy being my little plaything."

Nuut's breath hitched at Heerin's words, his body trembling with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. He couldn't deny the electric pull that surged between them, the primal energy that crackled in the air.

"Roll your hips and lift that tail higher, Nuut," Heerin commanded, his tone brooking no opposition. "Show me how willing you are for my cock"

Nuut, his heart pounding within his chest, obeyed without hesitation, his back curving gracefully, offering himself willingly to Heerin's desires.

Heerin approached with a predatory grace, his tongue flicking out to moisten his lips in a gesture that held both hunger and desire. With deliberate slowness, he turned his head slightly and ran his large tongue gently down the underside of Nuut's tail. Inch by inch making his way to the young dragon's groin.

A low rumble reverberated in Heerin's chest as he indulged in the taste and texture of Nuut's scales. Everytime his tongue went across a new underscale it sent a jolt of pleasure cascading through Nuut's body as Heerin slowly moved closer and closer to his tight asshole.

Nuut's breath hitched, turning his head, his eyes locked on Heerin's intense gaze, his own desires mirrored in the depths of Heerin's bronze eyes. The larger dragon smiling as his tongue found his target. Nuut letting out a whine as the stronger dragon slathered his tailhole with his slick saliva.

"That feels good." Nuut whined softly, his eyes half closed in desire. He felt his slit spread slightly as his tapered shaft started to emerge into the office air.

Heerin pressed his snout against the smaller dragons rump and pressed his strong tongue against the puckered ring. At first Nuut tensed up but the other dragon was relentless as he pressed the tip of his warm tongue into Nuut's ring.

Nuut let out a needy moan as he felt his hole be softly stretched for the first time. The warm wet invader preparing his entrance for what was to come. As quickly as it started however Heerin's tongue retreated, "oh you are ready." Chided the larger dragon as he heard Nuut whine in disappointment.

Nuut's reath quickened, his body thrumming with a mixture of excitement and surrender. And then, in a swift motion, Heerin's powerful form pressed against Nuut's back, his strong paws wrapping around Nuut's hips before yanking the smaller dragon under him, his weight a delicious imposition upon Nuut's smaller frame.

A gasp escaped Nuut's lips, a jolt of exhilaration shooting through him. The weight of Heerin upon him was both comforting and thrilling, a tangible reminder of their contrasting roles. Nuut's heart pounded with a sense of security, knowing he was safely ensconced in the embrace of a more experienced drake.

As Heerin lined up his body with Nuut's, the weight of his bulk pressed against Nuut's back, a surge of anticipation rippled through both dragons. Heerin's dominance was palpable, his experienced form poised to claim Nuut's willing virgin asshole.

With a gentle yet commanding touch, Heerin's powerful tail moved aside Nuut's smaller one. Nuut's breath hitched as he glanced back, meeting Heerin's intense gaze. Nuut's eyes widened at the sight before him. Heerin's impressive member, tapered and glistening with a sheen of slit slime, awaited its entry into Nuut's eager depths.

Heerin, his voice laced with a raw and unshakable confidence, couldn't help but boast, "Oh, Nuut, you're gonna take every inch of this. You're gonna feel me stretch you open and fill you completely."

As Heerin's commanding voice filled the air, the larger drake rolled his hips, with practised ease his pointed tip found Nuut's tailhole. With a purposeful thrust, he pressed his impressive length against Nuut's entrance, his tip straining to gain access to the tight confines.

Nuut gasped at the initial sensation of Heerin's girth stretching him, his body instinctively tensing and then yielding to the irresistible force. The mixture of pleasure and mild discomfort sent waves of intensity through him, a reminder of the exquisite sensations that awaited.

Heerin, his voice husky with desire, growled, "That's it, Nuut. Just breathe and let me take you."

As Heerin gained entry into Nuut's eager depths, Nuut tensed with a surge of pleasure mingled with a fleeting twinge of discomfort. Nuut's body quivered with the stretch, accommodating the dominant dragon's girth. In that intimate embrace, Heerin's body responded, releasing jets of pre-cum that surged into Nuut, coating his walls and preparing him for the girth to come.

Heerin's voice, laden with primal desire and unrefined language, praised Nuut with an air of raw admiration, "Fuck, Nuut! Look at you, taking me in like a good little slut."

With half his member burried into the grey scaled dragon he pulled back only a few inches before pushing back in, driving deeper with each slow stroke. The needy whine of Nuut echoed in the small dimly lit room as he was taken for the first time, the intense stretch of the larger dragons cock causing his own shaft to twitch and jump, dribbling drops of pre onto the paper that was scattered on the floor.

The hard tapered length of dragon cock kept pressing deeper and deeper into Nuut's no longer virgin asshole, every inch that delved in was a wider part of the shaft stretching his tight ring.

With each thrust, Heerin's dominant grunts filled the room. Nuut surrendered himself fully, reveling in the sensation of being claimed by Heerin's hard cock. The waves of pleasure cascading through him echoed Heerin's unfiltered praise, "you feel so good, so tight."

As Heerin continued his relentless thrusts, Nuut couldn't help but emit desperate moans and gasps, each sound an echo of the pleasure coursing through his veins as the hard shaft inside him rubbed against his most sensitive areas. The unfiltered cries of ecstasy that escaped his lips filled the room, blending with the raw sounds of Heerin's grunts.

Heerin, driven by his own desires and fueled by the intoxicating sounds that Nuut emitted, growled in approval, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and appreciation, "That's it, Nuut. Moan for me, you're so fucking tight, and I can feel you gripping me."

He smiled as he gave a sudden hard thrust, the shocked sound Nuut made and the clenching off his asshole telling the large dragon he was pushing the limits of pleasure.

"Yeah, Nuut, that's it. I can feel you clenching around me, your body hungry for more. I'll give it to you, all of it. You're taking it so fucking well." groaned Heerin as he adjusted his paws on Nuut's rump and started pulling him into his heavy thrusts.

Nuut's breath caught in his throat as Heerin's words washed over him, fueling the fire of his submissive desires. He responded in a voice filled with need and longing, "Yes, Heerin... Take me."

As their heated encounter escalated, Heerin's relentless pounding gradually allowed him to hilt within Nuut's eager depths. The forceful thrusts pushed the boundaries of pleasure and stretched Nuut's tender insides to their limits. Nuut could feel the overwhelming fullness, a delicious sensation that both excited and challenged him.

Heerin, his voice rough with desire, couldn't help but revel in the triumph of his dominance, "Look at you, Nuut. Taking all of me, stretched open and filled to the brim. You're mine now, I'm gonna fuck you so good, make you remember who owns you."

He skillfully maneuvered his hips, each motion designed to maximize pleasure for both himself and Nuut. The constant stream of pre-cum that flowed from Heerin served as a natural lubricant, easing their carnal union and intensifying the grinding sensation. Every thrust he would pull out so just his tip was inside the young dragon before pressing firmly back in, his tapered tip poking and rubbing Nuut's pleasure glands before driving deep into his core, the girth of the dominate dragon causing a slight burning stretch on Nuut's tender asshole.

With every deep penetration, Heerin's body pressed against Nuut's, their scales rubbing together in a friction that made Nuut shudder at its primal-ness. The heat between them intensified, the air thick with the intoxicating scent of their passion, the sounds of their hips coming together complemented their ragged breaths and Nuuts needy whines for more.

Every hard thrust of Heerin's caused the smaller dragons exposed shaft to bounce and slap against Nuuts grey scaless, leaving a slimy kiss on his belly with every mind numbing hump.

As Heerin neared his climax, his thrusts became more urgent and forceful. The tempo of their union quickened, the rhythm escalating into desperate humping. Nuut could feel the building tension within Heerin, the telltale signs that the larger drake was reaching the precipice of his release.

Heerin's voice, rough and filled with a primal edge, broke through the haze of pleasure, "I'm close, Nuut. I'm going to flood you. You've earned it, my submissive little slut."

The room seemed to pulse with their shared anticipation as Heerin's thrusts grew more urgent, his primal instincts taking over. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within Nuut, his body quivering with the force of his climax.

In that climactic moment, Heerin's body tensed, his paw's grip on Nuut tightening as he unleashed his release, filling Nuut with his potent cum. Nuut could feel the warmth spreading within him, the hot sticky dragon seed flooding his depths and leaving the larger dragons claim deep inside him. Nuut could feel the larger dragons hard shaft throb with every pulse of hot dragon juice as he unloaded his pent up desires in the inexperienced male. Every hard pulse of the tapered length pressing against Nuuts pleasure button and Nuut could feel his own climax building steadily. Heerin giving small rocks of his hips with every throbbing pulse of his internal balls.

Heerin's raw voice filled the room, his words laden with the aftermath of his ecstasy, "Ah, fuck... Nuut, I needed that"

Nuut, his body aching for release, was left on the precipice of his own climax. His desires burned within him, pulsating with a mixture of frustration and unfulfilled longing. Though he was tantalizingly close, Heerin's finish had stolen the opportunity for his own release.

As Heerin caught his breath, he looked at Nuut with a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness, a glimmer of wickedness in his eyes. He could sense Nuut's yearning, the unfulfilled need that lingered within him. Heerin's voice carried a hint of teasing, knowing he had left Nuut on the edge, denied of his own release. "Happy birthday, little Nuut."

As Heerin slowly softened within Nuut's trembling depths, causing Nuut to give a needy whine and rock back desperately on the softening shaft. With a messy yet tender slip, Heerin withdrew from Nuut, leaving behind a trace of their mingled essence.

Nuut gasped, feeling a mix of emptiness and sensitivity as Heerin's departure left him yearning for more. He could feel the combination of pre and hot cum dribbling down the inside of his leg as his tailhole slowly closed, his body throbbing with a bittersweet ache.

Sensing a momentary sluggishness in Heerin's movements, Nuut acted swiftly, stepping out from under the larger drake's body.

With a surge of determination, Nuut seized the opportunity, pushing Heerin onto his back with surprising strength and with a quick paw he spread the larger dragons legs and sat between them, his eyes filled with a mixture of hunger and desperation.

Nuut's chest rose and fell rapidly, his body quivering with a potent mix of anticipation and unfulfilled longing. The denial of his own release had ignited a primal fire within him, intensifying his need for gratification.

Looking down at Heerin, his voice filled with a raw desire, Nuut spoke with a newfound assertiveness, "Now it's my turn."

Heerin, momentarily surprised by Nuut's sudden assertiveness, met his gaze with a mix of fascination and excitement. A wicked smile curled at the corners of his lips as he surrendered to the shifting dynamics, relishing in the role reversal.

"You think you have it in you do you? Show me." Heerin growled, his voice laced with both challenge and anticipation. "Take what you want."

Nuut, while straddling the larger dragon's tail rubbed his used asshole across the groin of the larger drake, the combination of the other dragon's pre-cum and seed that covered Nuuts tailhole was smeared across the larger dragon resulting in the Heerin's tailhole becoming slick and ready for the taking.

As Nuut wasted no time in asserting his newfound dominance, his hard throbbing shaft, slightly prehensile, eagerly sought its target. It pulsed with an urgency that matched Nuut's own desperation, guiding itself with a sense of purpose towards Heerin's waiting entrance.

Nuut's eyes locked with Heerin's, a silent communication passing between them, acknowledging the shift in power dynamics. With a primal growl, Nuut pressed forward, his throbbing length slowly breaching Heerin's defenses.

The sensation of being claimed ignited a surge of pleasure within Heerin, his body responding to the raw intensity of Nuut's assertiveness. He gasped, his breath hitching as Nuut's member delved deeper, filling him with a newfound completeness.

As Nuut began to enter Heerin, a surge of pre surged from his throbbing member, slickening their connection. The heightened arousal, mixed with Nuut's inexperience, overwhelmed him in a cascade of sensations and emotions.

Nuut's breath hitched as he felt the velvety warmth enveloping his dragonhood for the first time, the tightness and the slickness intensifying the pleasure coursing through his veins. It was a sensation he would never forget, one that sent shivers of delight rippling through his body.

The sounds of the fucking dragons filled the air, the wet slickness and the intoxicating mix of moans and gasps. Nuut's own voice moaned out desperately, a blend of pleasure and uncertainty. "Heerin... so tight... so warm... I... I can't believe..."

Heerin, sensing Nuut's hesitations and inexperience, locked eyes with him, a mix of understanding and encouragement in his gaze. His voice, husky with desire, cut through the air, "stop fucking around and fuck me."

As Nuut gradually found his rhythm, his thrusts grew bolder, guided by a newfound confidence. Each movement brought him closer to the edge of bliss, the uncharted territory of pleasure unfolding before him.

As Nuut finally hilted inside Heerin, his body trembling with a mix of pleasure and awe, Heerin's voice, now even more unrefined and raw, filled the air, urging Nuut to let go of any inhibitions.

"Don't hold back, Nuut," Heerin growled, his voice thick with desire. "Give me everything you've got. Fuck me like you mean it!"

With newfound determination, Nuut began to move, his thrusts growing more forceful and unrestrained. Each powerful stroke sent waves of ecstasy coursing through his body, his own moans mixing with Heerin's, creating an intoxicating symphony of raw desire.

Through gritted teeth, Heerin continued his crude encouragement, his voice laced with both command and lust. "That's it, Nuut! Pound me! Show me what you're made of!"

Nuut, overcome by the raw intensity of the moment, abandoned himself to the intoxicating rhythm. His body moved with a primal grace, his senses heightened, amplifying every touch, every sensation.

As Nuut continued his relentless thrusts, his confidence grew, fueled not only by the overwhelming pleasure but also by a newfound assertiveness. With each powerful movement, he unleashed the frustrations of his monotonous office job, channeling his pent-up energy into this primal act of passion.

His thrusts became bolder, more demanding, as he took control of the rhythm, leaving no room for hesitation. Nuut's body moved with an unrestrained ferocity, a stark contrast to the meekness he often displayed in his daily life.

Heerin, his own desires stoked by Nuut's newfound boldness, couldn't help but succumb to the feelings of the shaft driving deep into him. Nuut's tip finding new areas of his depths with its questing drives.

"Oh, fuck, Nuut!" Heerin groaned, his soft shaft rapidly hardening again with every surge of Nuut's body.

With every forceful thrust, Nuut's anger and frustration found release, in that moment he was no longer the shy timid drake who took coffee orders, instead he was the one calling the shots. Heerin, groaned out like a needy hen as he was taken again and again by the smaller dragon, he could only surrender to the untamed passion that enveloped them as Nuut pounded him again and again.

As Nuut's movements grew more fervent, the pleasure swirling within him reached its peak. Waves of ecstasy coursed through his body, propelling him closer to the precipice of release. With each thrust, he felt the tantalizing grip of climax drawing near.

Heerin, caught up in the raw intensity of their union, enjoyed the new side of Nuut. His voice, a mixture of lust filled the room, causing Nuut to grit snarl. "Fuck, Nuut! Don't be a little bitch, take me harder"

Nuut, overwhelmed by a mix of pleasure and the raw power surging through him, found himself unable to articulate his response. Instead, he reached forwards with his mouth and clamped it down on the soft underscales of Heerin's throat.

Silencing the larger drake as he focused on his own pleasure. It was a silent command, a wordless request for Heerin to yield to the impending climax, to allow Nuut to embrace the release he had longed for.

Nuut's thrusts became more urgent, his body driven by a singular purpose--to claim this larger dragon and show him who's boss. With each powerful movement, he could feel the coiled tension within him tightening, drawing him closer to the edge. Heerin's shaft throbbed as it was sandwiched between the two drakes and Nuut took his pleasure from him, every rub of Nuut's scales against the used shaft another step up the ladder of Heerin's second release.

As Nuut teetered on the edge of ecstasy, his determination and desire reached a fever pitch. With an animalistic surge of strength, he used his hind legs to drive his thrusts harder, moving the larger dragon across the papered floor and towards the printer.

Heerin, caught off guard by Nuut's sudden burst of force, attempted to utter something, perhaps a protest or plea, but Nuut was consumed by his own pleasure, his focus unwavering. Sensing Heerin's attempt to speak, Nuut swiftly moved, his jaw gripping tighter and pulling Heerin's head up off the ground before slamming it against the front of the printer. The large dragons horns stabbing into the brittle plastic with a loud crack.

Heerin's mind was a wash with pleasure as Nuut exerted dominance over him. The crude encouragement that had filled the air moments ago was replaced by an unyielding grip of the larger dragons tailhole on Nuuts pounding shaft.

Lost in a haze of primal desire, Nuut's movements became a frenzied symphony, each thrust driving him closer to the brink. The printer rattled with every thrust, every pull back Nuut would pull the neck of the larger dragon, lifting Heerin's horns from the paper trays before he slammed his shaft back into the depths of the dragons asshole and pressing Heerin's head back down into the screaming printer.

Heerin, smacking against the printer, could only gasp and moan in response, his words reduced to incoherent whimpers. The force of Nuut's grip and the unrelenting power behind his thrusts left Heerin at the mercy of Nuut's overwhelming desire.

As the pressure within Nuut built to an unbearable height, he let out a guttural growl, his body trembling with a mix of exertion and ecstasy. The world around him faded into a blur, his senses honing in on the overwhelming pleasure that consumed him.

As Nuut reached the pinnacle of his pleasure, his body convulsed violently. With each jerk of his body Nuut pressed against Heerin, pinning him against the beeping printer, the high pitched beeping of the erroring printer a warning of Nuut's impending claim.

Inside Heerin, the world seemed to blur as Nuut's climax sent shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through him. He could feel the hot surge of Nuut's seed shooting deep inside him, the rhythmic contractions of Heerin's muscles milking the young drake, as Nuut unloaded his pent-up desire.

Each powerful eruption sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Heerin's body, as if he could feel every pulse and release from within. The sensation was intense, bordering on overwhelming, as Nuut continued, filling Heerin's depths with years of pent up seed. The older dragons hard shaft throbbed before sending a jet of cum up between them, landing on the top of the printer before seeping into the cracks, silencing the incessant beeps.

And as Nuut's finish gradually subsided, the room fell into a hushed stillness, their heavy breaths the only sound to be heard. The air was thick with the mingling scents of their passion, the sent of dragon seed clinging to the carpet and printer as they caught their breaths, Nuut letting go of the larger drake's neck and giving a possessive lick on his first claim.

Nuut, now spent but satisfied, slowly withdrew his cock, causing Heerin to let out a grunt. The silence between them was filled with a lingering energy, an unspoken acknowledgment of the intensity they had just experienced. Nuut smirked with a newfound confidence, "thanks for the present, it's true what they say, giving really is better than receiving."

Nuut turned away from the larger dragon, leaving him pressed against the reminants of the now silenced printer before unlocking the door and stepping back out into the office, his softening cock still hanging out for the world to see. As he stepped out he saw the looks of his other colleagues, the sounds of their Activites clearly heard by all. He caught the eye of his boss Cerath and shouted out across the floor. "Printers fucked, let's go paperless."