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"Make sure to wax Livra's scales properly for once after you've cleaned her. I can't have the other knights see me with her looking like she just shed herself."

Staring at the dusty ground, Sam tried not to roll his eyes as the old knight scolded him. "Yes, Sir. I'll wax her scales thoroughly, Sir," he vowed, clenching his fists in the pouches of his oversized leather overalls. "Yes, I will make sure she looks presentable, Sir."

"I really hope so, twerp, or I'm going to wax your skin instead next time," the knight huffed, glaring at the stable hand for another judgmental second before he trudged off. "Now get your lazy, useless ass to work."

Only once the clattering of the knight's armor had faded, Sam dared to exhale and raise his head to take a look at the situation the nobleman had left him. Before him lay an emerald green dragon draped across a bedding of rock wool like a shot pheasant. As the knight had complained, her scales were far from immaculate, carrying a dull, glossy sheen from a thick layer of sweat while her legs and tail were covered by a crusty layer of dirt and grime, entire pebbles stuck in the muck. The exhausted beast's muzzle brightened with a weary smile, though, as she laid her slitted blue eyes on her handler, and with a sluggish growl, she rolled over and shuffled toward him.

"Goodness gracious, what did that guy do to you, Livra? It looks like he dragged you through the mud and back," Sam chuckled as he inspected the mess more closely.

Rolling her eyes, the dragoness snorted at the stable hand's remark before she moved another step forward, pushing her long, slender snout into his chest in a gentle prod. With eyes as big as his fists and a pair of curled, ridged horns sprouting from her head that were longer than his arms, what was a soft poke for a beast of her size almost knocked the young man off his feet, and he reflexively grabbed her muzzle to steady himself, his thumbs ending up beside her large, sharp teeth as he clutched her jaw.

"Ah, careful, girl!" he laughed, letting go again once she pulled back only to wrinkle his nose as he caught a whiff of her. "Ugh, yeah, you're really due for a thorough cleaning. Couldn't Amorias even take you for a quick dip into a river before he came back?"

Snorting again, the dragoness shook her head and started pawing at the dirt on her legs, but since it hadn't even solidified yet, she only ended up spreading the mud further.

"No, stop it, Livra, you're making it worse," Sam interrupted her, one hand high as he looked for his cleaning utensils. However, none of his brushes seemed large enough to handle the thick layer of muck on the dragoness's scales. "Come, follow me. Let's deal with this properly," he instead decided and left the stables, heading out onto a dusty corral hemmed by a sizable creek.

With an eager squeak, Livra pursued the dragon handler and dashed past him, making the ground tremble beneath his feet as she jumped into the rushing stream.

Keeping a healthy distance from the huge dragon as she bounced and splashed around the creek in an overexcited frenzy, the stable hand watched as the water rinsed the mud off her scales. Then, once most of the muck was streaming down the brook in brown, iridescent streaks, he dared approach Livra to assist her with the particularly deep-seated grime between her claws and the jagged, armored scales on her legs.

Stripping out of his leather overalls at the water's edge, Sam armed himself with a bath brush and joined the dragoness in the babbling wet under her curious gaze. "Alright, now lift that paw, so I can give it a proper scrubbing," he requested, and without missing a beat, she yanked up her foreleg closest to him, almost knocking him over in the process.

"Careful, girl!" Hastily backing away from the scaled feral's trunk-sized, clawed limb, the naked handler stopped her with a firm pat of the brush's back before starting to work it into the spaces between her sharp, shiny black claws. "Yes, that's better. Just hold it like that and don't move."

Not moving even just a claw was easier said than done, however, as the dragoness was ever-so-slightly ticklish in that spot. Biting her tongue, chortling and fluttering her wings, then curling every other paw, she finally clenched her toes around the brush's handle.

Sam reacted immediately, letting go of the grip so it wouldn't twist his wrist the wrong way. Luckily, Livra noticed what she was doing before she snapped the brush like a dry twig, and she hurriedly nodded at him before he could utter a single word. Still, that wouldn't save her from a gentle reprimand, "Again, gently does it, Livra. I know you can do this. Just pull yourself together for now, you can loosen up later when I wax your scales."

Nodding faster and even more vigorously, the emerald dragoness unclenched her toes and let the stable hand take it back to continue where he had left off. Yet, she kept tensing and trembling as he tended to her feet one by one, the interplay of her leg muscles making her scales bulge and glitter with unfathomable strength as she was at the edge of another laughing fit throughout, but she managed to keep herself contained for now.

"Seriously, where did that inane knight take you? Did he make you wade through the swamps?" the young man complained as he moved on to the large, sturdy scales that protected Livra's shins like interlocking plate armor. Clean from most silt and dirt already, a few crumbs and pebbles still clung to the gaps in between, and while she could pick them out by herself just as well, he took care of it instead since he was busy cleaning her anyway, levering them out with the back of the brush's handle. "Doesn't he know that you can fly?"

His last remark sent Livra into an overdue giggle fit. Unleashing all that pent-up laughter, she sounded like a steam kettle boiling over, and she shook her head, whacking her tail so hard against the water surface that the ensuing waves swept Sam off his feet. With a stunned yelp, the man toppled back over into the creek, and he only resurfaced after a few seconds of violent, frantic splashing. Now wet from head to toe, skin and hair soaked and dripping, he glared at the dragoness for a few seconds before he gave her a pat on the leg. "Most people probably wouldn't believe me if I told them that it's more likely for a dragon handler to drown than to get burnt to a crisp."

Livra snorted apologetically, avoiding eye contact while Sam took care of the armor scales on her other side.

Once the stable hand reached the last of the dragoness's four legs, it was high time to head back into the warmth of the stable, because not only was his brush too soggy and frayed to be of much use anymore, but he was getting seriously wet and cold. Shuffling out of the creek, he spun his finger at her. "Okay, rinse yourself, girl, and follow me."

Livra didn't need to be asked twice and immediately threw herself onto her back in a massive splash to douse Sam with a fresh gush of water. Wreathing herself round and round, stirring up the creek bed with her wings, she stopped once she was as soaked and dripping as her handler. Only then, she got back on her feet and followed him onto the dry shore.

Drying off was no issue for the mighty beast, as she furiously shook herself to shed most of the moisture on her scales before she evaporated the rest with her fiery breath. But where Livra had gotten herself warm and toasty in a jiffy, Sam remained stark naked and shivering in the slight, cool breeze that wafted around the yard, desperate to head to the stable and grab a towel. He didn't get farther than two steps, though, when the dragoness returned his cleaning favor with her hot breath, drying him with as little open fire as she could.

"Ah, gently does it!" Sam gasped and froze up, reflexively turning his head away from Livra's muzzle as she carefully toasted him from all sides. Only when she pulled away with a chuckle, he relaxed and shook his head. "You know this isn't necessary? I've got plenty of towels in the stables, but thanks for that anyway, girl."

With that, Sam gathered his discarded leather overalls and led the winged quadruped back to where they had first met today. And while Livra settled back on her bed of rock wool, curling up on her belly with a contented sigh, he went to one of the adjacent storage rooms to grab a vat of scale wax and a fresh brush. The busiest part of her day was over, but his work had only just begun, as he now had to brush and wax a whole dragon.

Not even bothering to put his dirty overalls back on, the dragon handler grabbed his briefs, slid the vat into a simple hemp harness he had knotted for this purpose, and climbed onto the lazy dragoness's back, starting his work just behind her horns where her head transitioned into her powerful neck. Applying a dab of wax was easy, as her naturally toasty body heat melted it into a soft, malleable blob in no time, but now he had to get his brush and spread it evenly across her scales, getting it into the ridges between without gumming them up.

Fortunately, it was far from Sam's first rodeo, and he instinctively alternated between broad strokes and targeted scrubs. The first results weren't long in coming as the dull, lackluster sheen beneath his hands turned into a brilliant emerald sparkle, the light refracting into iridescent rainbows on the edges of Livra's scales as the patch he had just waxed looked like pure, precious metal. However, done with the first few square inches, the rest of the dragoness's scales were now waiting their turn, and there was no better way to understand how big she truly was than by brushing every inch of her body.

At least, Livra's anatomy kept things from getting too boring as the stable hand worked his way along the shallow spines on her back before he transitioned to her vast, folded wings. Luckily, the thin but sturdy leathery skin didn't need much treatment, and before he knew it, he was straddling her tail, steadying himself with one hand on her scales while brushing fresh wax across the thick, tapered appendage. It was tricky not to get thrown off as it twitched sporadically beneath him, but he was so engrossed in his task that not even her flicking tip could throw him off his balance, all the while she kept peering at him with lazy curiosity.

"Alright, I know you have ticklish ankles, but bear with me, girl," Sam said when he finally climbed off the dragoness's tail and knelt beside her left hindleg.

Livra rolled her eyes and snorted at his reminder. As if she would so easily yield to her ticklishness again.

A few brush strokes later, the dragoness lay on her side, giggling and chortling violently while Sam straddled her hindleg like a forester climbing a tree. With her testing his balance with random, aimless kicks, he had to cling onto her with all his might as he waxed the same armored scales he had scrubbed in the creek before. "Come on, you're not that ticklish, are you?"

The dragoness tried to shake her head, only to burst into more heated laughter, roasting the rock wool below her with bursts of fire until it was glowing red hot. All the while, though, she made sure to point her muzzle away from her dangerously squishy handler, and when she started rolling back and forth, she caught herself just before slamming him into the coarse bedding. The few bruises he still received from her happy struggle were simply part of the job, and he carried on undeterred, brushing her leg until he was done before granting her and himself a minute to calm down.

Then, Sam dropped down and moved to Livra's other side, announcing with a big grin, "Next leg, please."

Three legs later, the stable hand's limbs were sore and aching from holding onto the dragoness's legs for so long, but the worst was over, and the best yet to come as he climbed onto her belly, preparing to wax her belly scales.

Already lying on her back, Livra's chest was heaving as she was still catching her breath from her previous ordeals, her soft abdomen still quaking with ebbing chuckles. Her uncontrollable amusement did turn into a deep, contented purr, however as Sam began to massage her chest with his hand and brush, her voice shaking his body with a sound that mirrored a volcano's rumble before eruption. Also, she didn't just lay back and watch him as he worked on her scales. No, with a sparkle in her big, blue eyes, she bent over him and compensated him for the strain she had put him through with warm, gentle licks across his neck and back.

When the dragoness's long, forked tongue eventually slipped around Sam's waist and tickled his belly, it was finally his turn to burst out laughing. "Livra, please! I'm sorry for making you laugh that much! No need to take revenge," he chuckled, almost dropping his brush as his balance was about to slip. "Please, let me finish this."

Almost immediately, Livra ceased her licking and pulled back with an apologetic whine.

"Oh, it's all good, you big dummy," Sam hiccuped, taking a deep breath to collect himself. "Just let me take care of your belly first, then we can play." He gave her chest a big hug, then he shakily got back on all fours and continued where he had left off, brushing her scales down her ample, soft abdomen.

Ultimately, the stable hand's efforts led him between the dragoness's massive hindlegs, and his concentration started to slip as he worked the area around her vent. Already, the usually narrow slit that divided her abdominal scales had puffed up into a hot, swollen mound, and the outer protective folds had parted to reveal her wet, squishy pinks, another pair of softer, plumper folds embracing her vast egg-laying hole. Deep, spacious, and soaked in her glistening juices, it was loose enough to swallow his entire arm or both. Meanwhile, her other two orifices were pinpricks in comparison, her urethra and her anus hardly wider than his pinkie finger when he cautiously placed his hands onto the sides of her vent, spreading it for a closer look.

The dragoness purred with delight at her handler's attention, and the muscles in her abdomen suddenly clenched up, only to relax a second later. Again and again, her inner and outer folds tightened up and parted with wet shlicks and smacks, blasting the much smaller human with her exotic pheromones, rich and sweet.

The sudden gush of Livra's potent scent clouded Sam's mind as much as his senses. A dopey grin crept onto his lips and his eyes unfocused while the sheer intensity of the mixture overwhelmed him, kindling a fire in his body second only to the heat in the dragon's body. Before he knew it, the outline in his briefs swelled into a fat, throbbing bulge, and when he finally shook off his initial daze, the scaled female's muzzle was hovering over his rear while she nipped at the fabric, trying to pry it off. "You know what? How about we take care of the rest later and have fun now?"

The dragoness nodded vigorously before hooking her muzzle around the rim of Sam's underwear, finally getting a good grip to pull them down and bare his ass. Not bothering to get rid of them entirely, though, she parted her lips and darted out her long, bifurcated tongue, licking him over his nuts, along his sensitive taint, and all across his taut, firm buttocks.

The dragon handler let out stunned gasps as his partner's hot, wet tongue and her even hotter breath washed over his backside, only for her to accidentally push him face-first into her vent, soaking his cheeks and lips with her tangy flavors as his whole head got stuck in her pussy.

Sam didn't mind the sudden plunge, though. Instead, he seized the opportunity with a chuckle and braced his hands against Livra's emerald scales. Taking another deep huff of her potent pheromones, he then slipped out his tongue and returned her favor, slurping the clenching, rippling insides of her vast channel while she continued to lap at his perineum, soaking his butt as much as his face.

The dragoness further rewarded her little partner's efforts with deep, hearty growls, her shimmering green scales trembling beneath his body at his every lick while her pussy filled up with her hot, sticky juices, the sensitive walls embracing his head becoming wetter and slicker by the second. All the while, her contractions grew faster and more powerful, her mighty muscles soon contracting hard enough to keep him trapped inside her. However, when she finally tried to shove him even deeper into her vent, he finally pushed back, extracting himself from her depths with a heavy groan. "Hey, watch it, girl. I'm not a toy!"

Flinching at his tone, the dragoness let out an apologetic whimper, ceasing her tongue's assault on his rear to abashedly lick him all over, soaking the rest of him with her hot saliva.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. It's alright, Livra," Sam laughed, wiping her juices off his forehead before he clenched a fist. "You didn't drown me yet. Anyway, how about I take the lead? Just lie back and let me take good care of you, will you?" Looking back over his shoulder, he winked at his scaly partner as he unceremoniously shoved his fist into her fluttering vent, burying it to the elbow in a single push.

The young man's hand wasn't nearly as big as his head, but Livra hardly cared about the difference when he began to pump his arm in and out of her. As he turned and twisted his fist, rubbing his knuckles all over her sensitive insides the emerald dragoness burst into ever hotter, heartier moans, curling her claws in pure bliss, and her tongue lolled out of her gaping maw, every puff of air she exhaled flickering with heat. It wasn't quite hot enough to glow with fire or singe his skin, but it made him sweat and huff nonetheless as he worked her channel with deep thrusts. Still, he wouldn't let up.

Sam only paused once he had sunk his entire arm into Livra's vent and something thick and firm rubbed against his neck. Apparently, while he had been fisting her pussy, her ribbed, tapered clit had emerged from its pouch in all its swollen, throbbing glory, easily surpassing his own erection in length and girth. "I see, someone is really getting into it," he cooed before he grabbed her sensitive cone at its base and bent it toward his mouth. Greeting the glistening pink tip with a quick kiss, he then wrapped his lips around it and slowly swallowed it, inch by inch, swirling his tongue around it to coax a guttural growl of pleasure from the scaled feral. With his other hand still free, he wasted no time sliding it back into her vent, doubling the fun by fisting and sucking her off at the same time.

Overwhelmed by her handler's firm grip and thorough fisting, the dragoness started thumping her tail onto the ground, throwing and tossing her head and body around as if he was tickling her feet again. This time, he luckily didn't have to worry about his balance, as having an arm stuck in her vent was more than enough to keep him steady. However, her huge, fat clit was a different beast, and Sam eventually pulled away from it so he could breathe freely without it slamming down his throat and choking him every time she moved. Though that didn't stop him from showering it with more sloppy licks and kisses instead, and in the rush of the moment, he also began to buck his hips against her midriff, grinding his cock against her smooth, warm scales he had spent so much time cleaning and waxing.

Another minute of mindless thrashing later, Livra suddenly grew deadly still, and her body tensed up to the point she almost snapped in half. Even her cries ebbed into a subdued growl as she was like a volcano on the verge of erupting. The moment didn't last long, though, as Sam spread his fingers and extracted his arm from her vent to push her over the edge. However, he wasn't quick enough to pull it out all the way, still elbow-deep inside her as a flurry of powerful contractions engulfed him, and the dragoness roared out in bliss, lighting up the whole stable with a giant blast of fire.

It also wasn't long before the dragoness's climaxing channel reeled Sam in to the shoulder again, but as he slumped back onto her abdomen again, he quickly returned his attention to her flexing clit, stroking and squeezing it firmly with his other hand to fill her howls with even greater delight. All the while, he kept rubbing his cock against her emerald scales, huffing her scent, licking and swallowing her tangy nectar as it gushed from her convulsing vent, basking in her sweltering heat and effusive joy until he was ready to join her.

"A-ahhh, Livra, I'm about to…"

Livra didn't allow her partner to finish talking, as she bent over him and wrapped her muzzle around his head and her own clit, licking him across the cheeks before she shut him up for good with her massive tongue. Calling their French kiss one-sided was an understatement, though, as she easily wrestled his tongue and head into submission. She squished her twitching clit against his cheek as she kissed him and licked herself at the same time, and her throaty, powerful purr, an affectionate growl from the deepest depths of her heart, enveloped him from all sides.

Clutching the dragoness's toothy snout with one hand and clenching the other in her rippling depths, Sam finally unleashed his load upon her emerald scales, dousing them with streaks of milky white while yielding fully to her kiss. Sucking and slurping on his head, she wouldn't let up until he was done cumming, even when her own orgasm inevitably wound down, and only once the last drop of seed had emerged from his tip, she pulled away to lick it all up with one big, wide swipe of her tongue, dragging it across her messy scales and his own soaked skin. She didn't swallow, though, but returned to his head, stuffing it into his mouth in another deep, passionate kiss to share the mixed taste of her juices and his cum.

Pinned by Livra's muzzle, Sam hadn't any other option than to embrace her naughty offer, licking and sucking on her tongue as it writhed around his lips before he finally gulped it down. And once she pulled away, he took a deep gasp and sighed, "Fuck, I love you so much, girl. Every day, I wake up happy that I get to take care of you."

Beaming at his words, the emerald dragoness rewarded her handler with a third kiss, although it was mostly just a playful lick across his chest and face, drenching him with more of her saliva. Not that it mattered in the greater picture, as he was already soaked from head to toe and smelling so much like her that he would need a few baths and a thorough scrubbing before he could leave without rousing any suspicion from Amorias or anyone else. Not that it was urgent, since he wasn't going to leave before the next morning anyway, and with her head still above him, he pulled his arm out of her vent and reached for her horns, guiding her toward his dripping cock. "Now give it a good lick because I'm going to put it in your ass next~"

Letting out another chuckle, Livra nodded and parted her lips to give Sam's dick a wet slurp, easily enveloping his entire length in her big, forked tongue and her hot maw to get him ready for another round. That, and the privilege of mating with one of the largest, mightiest beasts in the known world got him hard again in no time, and with a smile, he bent toward her and gave her a gentle peck on the beak before he climbed over her vent and straddled her from the other side, aligning his tip with her tight anus. "Love you, Livra."

And she loved him, growling with joy and wrapping her muzzle around his in another passionate kiss as her handler sank his cock deep into her butt, eager to enjoy the rest of the night together.