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The sound of rain against the canvas canopy was nearly drowned out by the deep thuds of bass resonating from within the club, but the weather did little to dampen the spirits of the partygoers who queued tightly against the wall. The patrons of 'The Beat' were all bathed in the reddy-pink glow from the large sign that ran across the club's windows. It was a far cry from the more prestigious clubs in the city, but the drinks were cheap and the music was loud. The downside was that arguments over the dress code were more common than not, often with obstinate, intoxicated humans complaining that the dragon's that also visited the club did not have to abide by such rules.

Another Friday night, another evening of looking stern, checking IDs, and letting them enter as others left. It wasn't the most mentally stimulating job, but for a veteran like Feerah, dealing with drunks sure beat getting shot at. Sitting on her haunches on a few feet of clean carpet she had been given, Feerah stared through the crowd with a distant expression. She acted as though she hadn't noticed the couple making out in line, or even acknowledged a drake laughing at a comment the 'ness next to him had made. The dragoness' joke wasn't THAT funny, and the corner of Feerah's lips twitched as she caught the dragoness sharing an exasperated look with her friends.

Shuffling her inky black wings against her sides, Feerah scratched an itch caused by the nylon harness she was wearing. It was a poor imitation of the functional one she was used to, and while it included thick padding that looked bulletproof, Feerah knew by its weight that it was purely for show. Not that being a bouncer at this nightclub was particularly dangerous, at worst, problematic patrons were more likely to be dragged out drunk rather than actually needing to be subdued. However, between her cold and dangerous expression, padded harness, and polymer vambraces, Feerah made for a fierce sight. Her glossy black scales twinkled under the neon lights whenever she moved, making her red, mottled markings almost disappear in the reflective glow. She was keenly aware that none of the patrons would remember her once they entered the club. She was just another anonymous bouncer at just another nightclub.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the partygoers, who could only experience the muffled bass resonating outside, the bone-induction headset wrapped around Feerah's left horn gave her a live feed of the music. It was a blessing one of the other security guards had managed to configure, making long shifts infinitely more enjoyable. The challenge, however, was keeping her tail from twitching to the beat, since the club's owner had told her to keep it professional and stiff. Despite her rigid and uncaring expression, she did actually enjoy the club and it reminded her of the ones she would visit before she enlisted. A small flicker of a smile formed on her snout as she remembered the old friends she had gone out clubbing with, and wondered where they would be now. The lonely thought made her think of a particular dragoness she had served with, and while Taalli had been a few years younger than her, she liked to think that they would be in the queue now if things had ended up differently.

Behind her, a group of patrons stumbled out of the club, and Feerah turned her head to make sure they didn't trip. Mentally counting how many had stepped out, she looked at the group in front of her and pretended to deliberate whether to let them in or not. Seeing how hopeful they were always made the job more enjoyable, and she took pleasure in making them wait as long as possible. Finally, with a nod, she admitted them and smirked as they cheered. It was the little things she had control over that made the job worthwhile—along with bitching about patrons to the few friends she had.

Glancing toward the hotel across the street, Feerah remembered meeting one of the 'nesses who worked the front desk. Saalli had been a quiet little dragoness who had frequently come to the club to unwind at the end of a long shift. She liked Saalli, she reminded her of herself when she was younger and the two had quickly become friends in a way. Feerah didn't know much about the dragoness outside of what she drank and where she worked, but it was nice to sometimes hang out with her at the bar and talk shit about their days. Everything had been going well, until she'd left one night with a drake who hadn't treated her right. It made Feerah's blood boil to hear that the dragoness couldn't remember much of the night, and had woken up in an alleyway leaking the pearly white seed of her long-gone date. Despite Feerah insisting they go to the police, Saalli had refused, stating that she wasn't sure what had actually happened that night. Still wanting to help, Feerah scoured the club's security footage to find the mysterious drake and learn more about him. She quickly discovered he was a regular, but even though she had personally checked his ID, Feerah didn't know his name. Searching through the footage, she noticed he always came to the club on a Friday night, and never brought the same 'ness twice. Every time the lime-green drake left, he had a very intoxicated dragoness under his wing, and Feerah wondered how many would wake in a situation similar to Saalli's.

Turning to the next group, she stretched out a large paw for their identification and began checking the patrons' ages. “Nice fake ID, but you don't look a day over nineteen. Do I need to call your parents?" Feerah mused, letting a toothy smile form on her snout. The group in front of her was clearly in their thirties but still giggled like schoolgirls as Feerah returned the valid ID.

“Oh Trish! She's onto you, you slut!" one of the women roared, drunkenly leaning against her blonde friend. Still wearing business attire, the group looked like they had just come from work, and Feerah guessed it was a night out on the town for a few work colleagues. They all clucked at one another as Feerah checked each ID card and then sat back on her haunches. The group was loud, but Feerah doubted they would cause much trouble beyond hurling into one of the ornamental pot plants. Unfortunately for the women, the building code only permitted a certain number of guests, so they would still have to wait until some people left the club before Feerah could admit them.

As another group left and Feerah let the businesswomen inside, she spotted her target for the evening. Immediately, she felt her scales crawl when she saw the young 'ness tucked possesivly under his greenish-yellow wing. Clearly timid and unaccustomed to the amount of attention he was giving her, the dragoness looked well out of her element. The drake wasn't particularly bad-looking, with an athletic build and chiselled features. However, he appeared to be perhaps a decade older than the dragoness and stood almost a full foot taller than her at the shoulders.

Conscious not to stare, Feerah averted her gaze and sat back further on her haunches. Lifting a foreleg and twisting it to reveal the phone-like tablet she had strapped behind her protective vambraces, Feerah tapped at the screen. Opening a message and scrolling down to a conversation she had been having with a certain hotel concierge, she typed a simple note: 'It's showtime. Still got my bag of tricks?'

The reply came almost instantly, and Feerah mused that her friend was likely having a slow evening. 'Room 116, happy hunting.' The response made her lips curl into an almost predatory smile. There was always something endearing to Feerah about civilians pretending to use military slang, especially from Saalli, who was such a dainty 'ness. Looking back at the queue of patrons, she simply shook her head to dismiss the couple in front of her, who wore puzzled expressions. Between Saalli and Feerah, a plan had been brewing to teach this mysterious drake a lesson. It hadn't taken much convincing to get Saalli on board, and after making a few select purchases, Feerah was confident that tonight would be the night he learned his lesson.

Group by group, Feerah let new patrons into the club as intoxicated ones left. This time, she didn't delay admitting anyone, not wanting to give the drake any excuse to leave. With her target only a group away in the queue, Feerah heard something that made her talons dig into the rug beneath her. “I've only got tonight. I'll be shipping back out tomorrow."

Her eyes flicked to the green drake, and she looked him up and down. While he was fit, he lacked the brawn of any drake she had served with. Additionally, his horns were bleached so white, and with scales as polished as his, she was confident he hadn't served a day in his life. Feerah's jaw tightened, and when the drake continued to brag about his alleged accomplishments, she knew that tonight was the night he would learn his lesson. The reaction of the pink dragoness he kept under his wing made Feerah shake her head in disappointment. Despite how outlandish his claims were or how obvious it was that he was lying, she seemed to hang on every word. It was clear to Feerah that this dragoness was well on her way to becoming the drake's next victim, and even if everything was consensual, she would surely come to regret her actions tonight.

Finally, another group left the club, and she was able to admit the people standing between her and her target. The drake hardly paid her any attention as he thrust his ID in her direction and continued talking to his date as if Feerah wasn't there. Taking it from him, Feerah turned it over on her paw, looking for any signs of a fake. Everything appeared in order, and now she had the name of the drake who had wronged her friend. She knew she shouldn't ask and should keep quiet for her plan to work, but she couldn't help herself. “No military ID, Jeenik? Is it private, or…?"

This caught the drake's attention, and he glanced at her before turning his head and forcing a smile. “Lance Corporal Jeenik, ma'am," he said flatly, briefly eyeing Feerah's security uniform before returning his attention to his date. “Left it back at base," he added, extending his paw for his ID.

Feerah nodded as though she believed him and handed it back, then looked to the pink dragoness and gestured for her ID. The dragoness seemed nervous and fumbled as she slipped a claw under her harness strap to extract the postcard-sized government ID. As soon as Feerah looked it over, she knew it was a fake but tried not to react. The holographic layer didn't reflect the yellows and blues as it should, the font was inconsistent between fields, and there was no way this dragoness was thirty. Part of Feerah considered denying her entry—after all, serving alcohol to someone under twenty-one carried a hefty fine. However, she needed Jeenik inside the bar for her plan to work, so she simply returned the card.

The visible relief on the pink dragoness's snout didn't go unnoticed by Feerah, but she maintained her bored expression. Thankfully, another couple left the club behind her, allowing her to send Jeenik and his date on their way without having to endure more of his lies. As soon as they entered, Feerah keyed her radio and tilted her head down to speak quietly into the microphone attached to her shoulder. “Kaipo, you there? Its happening. need you to cover for me," she said, then waited for her partner to reply. Finally, the man's voice came through, albeit muffled by a mouthful of food.

“Fee? What's happening?"

Feerah inhaled deeply and keyed the mic again. “Kai, he is here. The one I told you about, remember?" she said simply, lifting her head as the man acknowledged. She thought he had explained her plan thoroughly on their break, but it was clear he hadn't been paying attention. He hadn't been overly keen to help at first, but once she had explained why she doing it, the man had offered to help where he could. He was sweet, in an innocent sort of way and was one of the few colleagues she liked. She checked the identification of the next few patrons while she waited to be relieved, but if she was honest, she didn't care if they were legitimate or not.

After only a minute of waiting, Feerah turned her head when she heard a series of heavy footsteps and heavy breathing approach. Kaipo, a very heavyset man who barely fit inside his security uniform, climbed the last few steps and flashed her an out-of-breath smile. Feerah liked him; something about his jolly charm and complete lack of sexual prowess was quite endearing. “Thanks, babe. I owe you one," Feerah said, rising to all fours. “If Laurence asks—"

“You will be back soon, and I'll pass on a message. I've got ya, Fee-Fee," Kaipo wheezed, adjusting his belt before clenching a fist and offering it to her.

Feerah bumped his knuckles with the wrist of her folded wing and nodded in thanks. It was unlikely their boss would check on them, but she was grateful that the man would stick his almost nonexistent neck out for her. “You're the best, Kai. I've just got my bag inside," Feerah added, nodding farewell.

With a quickness in her step, Feerah descended the stairs into the club and felt the deep bass of the music in her tight chest. She wasn't nervous—far from it—but instead felt the giddy excitement she always felt before a mission. Her paws landed in time with the beat as she walked past the dance floor and made a beeline toward a set of black double doors that were almost indistinguishable from the dark walls. In the corner of her eye, she could see her prey dancing on the dance floor with his young date. She seemed awkward and unsure of herself, yet he had no hesitation rubbing his sides against hers and moving provocatively beside her.

Feerah knew that she shouldn't delay and pushed through the doors into a narrow hallway that separated the back rooms from the rest of the club. Thankfully, she didn't have to pass her boss's office in order to duck into the security office. The room was tight, with only enough space for her if she kept her tail curled around herself and sat on her haunches. The array of security monitors dominated one wall of the small office, but Feerah only gave them a brief glance before reaching with a paw for the black duffle bag she kept under the desk. Judging by the wet patches, her partner must have been using it as a footrest. Not that she minded, and after pulling her bag out, she set it on the computer desk and pulled back the flap.

First, she stripped off her security harness, plastic vambraces, and radio hornset, making a stack on the floor. Then she removed her phone and its wrist strap holster and set them against the display monitors. With a few taps and a swipe of her claw, she opened the camera app and used it as a makeshift mirror. Pausing to check the security cameras, Feerah saw Jeenik usher his date toward the bar and begin ordering her something to make her more compliant. Now moving more quickly, Feerah reached into her black duffle bag and extracted a spray can-sized bottle, then began shaking it. After a few flicks of her wrist, she heard the metal ball bearing inside clatter against the can and continued to vigorously shake it. Finally, after almost a minute, she hooked a talon under the cap and pulled off the lid with a satisfying pop. Unlike an aerosol, a two-inch-square foam pad was where a nozzle would be.

Leaning forward, Feerah tilted her head to one side and pressed the thick paint pen against her cheek until the foam tip began to ooze crimson paint. For her plan to work, Feerah knew she had to be unrecognizable, and while Jeenik hadn't paid much attention to her outside, she now needed to stand out. Dragging the marker across her scales, Feerah began to paint around her eye, creating a tapered shape that accentuated her elegant features. Partially closing her eyes, she colored in her eyelid, then swapped paws and turned her head to do the other side. Her nostrils wrinkled as she worked; the scale paint boasted its waterproof qualities, and she was inclined to believe it judging by the oily and acrid scent. She wasn't too worried about how it would smell; she already had a plan for that. Finally finishing her face, she looked at herself in her phone's camera and admired her results. Both sides of her face were surprisingly symmetrical. Next, she began working on simple bands of red around her neck. The paint wasn't cheap, and she had spent almost half an hour in the aisles in the shops to find an exact match to the mottled red markings that broke up her black scales.

With another quick look at the screens, Feerah's heart skipped a beat when she noticed that Jeenik and his date were no longer at the bar. Scanning the rest of the displays, she saw they had relocated to one of the quieter and far more private booths. Due to the low light, the camera feed was reduced to a grainy black-and-white image, but Feerah could see him clearly brushing his tail along hers while she drank from a large cocktail.

Feerah had originally planned on continuing her painted markings down her back and tail, but she stopped at her shoulders. Returning the cap to the paint pen, she tossed it back into the bag. After a moment of rummaging, her claws snagged a cord, and she pulled out a small yet powerful hairdryer. Looking around the security desk, she spotted a spare outlet next to where her partner charged his phone and plugged it in. With a click, the hairdryer whirred to life, but Feerah set it down on the desk to heat up. The sound of the appliance dominated the small security room, but the noise was completely ignored by Feerah as she slipped two large rubber tubes from her duffle bag. Gold in color and incredibly thin-walled, each was the length of the dragoness's horn. This was no accident, as she had spent time measuring them and consulting guides before trimming them to length.

Slipping the gold-colored tubes over each of her horns, Feerah made sure they were all the way down to the base of each bony protrusion before snatching up the hairdryer. Curling her neck until her nose was just an inch away from the desk, Feerah began to fan the horn covers with the hairdryer. After only a few seconds, the first one began to wrinkle and then shrink. Wafting the hairdryer up and down each horn, she ensured they shrank evenly and no air bubbles became trapped in the overly expensive heat-shrink.

The smell of hot air and paint fumes in the confined security office began to make Feerah lightheaded, but she didn't stop until the horn covers had shrunk down to cling tightly to her horns. Clicking off the hair dryer, she laid it on the desk and checked herself in her phone's screen. With the red paint under her eye ridges framing her sky-blue eyes and contrasting against her jet-black scales, she looked dangerous. “Perhaps too much," she muttered to herself. Not completely satisfied, Feerah shoved a paw into her bag and rummaged around until she felt a small glass jar of a sparkling gold gel-like substance. Unscrewing the lid, she dipped a toe bean into the gold and carefully added it to the trailing edge of her eye makeup. Twisting her neck, she applied the glitter to her other side and grinned at the camera. “Perfect… well, almost perfect," she said under her breath, then used the security screens to check on her mark.

Seeing the way Jeenik had intertwined his tail around the pink dragoness's and how she seemed to be sluggishly leaning into him, Feerah knew she didn't have much time. The dragoness didn't seem to have complete agency over her body as she bobbed her head to the beat and tried to focus on her drake. Judging by the half-drunk cocktail, Feerah knew what had happened and felt her blood boil. Thankfully, the pink dragoness seemed to be aware that something wasn't completely right, and after nuzzling Jeenik's neck, she slowly stood up and began to stumble towards the bathroom.

Reaching into her bag one last time, Feerah pulled out two bottles. Despite both having a spray pump nozzle on top, each bottle couldn't have been more different from the other. The first was an ornate glass bottle with stylised font and gold lettering, something she had picked up from a duty-free shop after missing a connecting flight. With a few spritzes along her neck and sides, the scent of her scale paint was completely masked. Placing the perfume back in her duffle bag, she grabbed the second bottle and uncapped the lid. Compared to the glass perfume bottle, this one was far less remarkable, but the liquid inside was so much harder to buy.

On shelves in countless sex shops across the world, bottles of artificial heat pheromones lined the racks for those wanting to spice up their bedroom activities. Many of them were little more than a placebo, a poor imitation of the real thing. Similar to how overly artificial flavours fail to make sugar taste like real blueberries, the bottles in sex shops paled in comparison to the potent and raw scent of a true dragoness in the depths of her heat. However, the bottle Feerah held in her paw was not like those found in sex shops. Created to test heat masking pads and other products, it was scientifically formulated to be a control standard—chemically identical in every way and almost impossible for a drake to resist. Giving it a few sprays between her thighs, she applied a liberal amount to her front paws to complete the illusion, then hurriedly tossed everything back into her bag.

Stepping out of the security office, Feerah made her way down the hallway before pausing. She quickly realised she couldn't deal with Jeenik and also help the dragoness who had retreated to the bathroom. Kaipo was her first pick to help, but he was already covering the front door. Turning around, she prowled towards her boss's office and knocked with the back of her paw. Without waiting for an invitation, she opened the door and stuck her head inside the small room. Her boss, Laurence, looked up from his laptop and frowned, clearly confused as to why she wasn't in her security uniform and why she was dressed up. “Laurence, there is a pink 'ness in the bathroom who needs help. I'm going to deal with the drake that drugged her," she said flatly, then nodded farewell as the man clenched his jaw in frustration.

Spinning around, Feerah heard her boss flounder and get up from his desk as she strode toward the door that would take her to her prey. “Feerah? Are you sure?!" the man asked, but she paid him little attention as she continued walking with him following close behind. “Where are you going… If its a dragon, im gonna need you to help… hey! Listen to me!" Laurence shouted as Feerah approached the door that separated them from the rest of the club. He didn't sound angry, but confused, and had to raise his voice to be heard over the thumping music. “What are you going to do?"

Pausing briefly at the door, Feerah looked back at the man with a smile that gave him pause. “You deal with the 'ness. I'll deal with the drake. If anyone asks, I was here all night." Feerah said flatly and used her snout to push the door open. Once out in the club, conversation was impossible between them, so Feerah simply nodded toward the female bathroom.

Feerah's eyes were intently focused on Jeenik as she stalked her way around the dance floor. The club was at capacity with many of the patrons dancing and grinding against one another, but she looked through the writhing mass of wings and limbs to keep an unblinking watch on her prey. The bright green drake lounged across his cushion and Feerah noticed that he kept looking towards the bathroom, while she contemplated how she would strike up a conversation with him. Her scent would help, but she needed him completely committed to coming with her for her plan to work.

The beat of the music and the synthetic melody were simply background noise as she ran through the lines she had used to seduce drakes before. Judging by his regular victims, he preferred the meek and innocent type, but she knew she didn't have time for that routine. The makeup she had applied gave her a more refined look, something she would have to lean into if she wanted Jeenik to abandon his plans with the pink 'ness. Finally, with a small nod of satisfaction, she walked straight toward him, locking eyes. At first, Jeenik didn't seem to notice her. However, as she maintained her gaze, his eyes finally flicked to hers. She knew he would respond to being stared at—almost all creatures felt challenged by it. Rolling her shoulders with every step and swaying her tail from side to side, Feerah sauntered over to where the pink dragoness had once been lounging and lay down uninvited. With a subtle shuffle of her wings, she helped spread her scent and made herself comfortable.

Jeenik frowned, then swallowed and cleared his throat. “Um, sorry—" His words cut off, and Feerah smiled as his nostrils flared. Even over the smell of spilled alcohol and her lavish perfume, she knew her artificial heat spray would do its job, and she loved how the drake became speechless. Tilting her head at him, she noticed his pupils narrow slightly as the primal part of his mind started to erode his reservations.

Extending a paw, Feerah circled a talon around the rim of the pink dragoness's drug-laced cocktail while holding his gaze with her icy blue eyes. “Been stood up, have you? Tell me about it," Feerah mused, but before Jeenik could reply, she brushed her black tail against his and leaned in closer. “My boyfriend was meant to fuck a clutch of eggs into me this season, but he decided to go out with his boys instead. But I guess that's what you get when Daddy arranges a mate for you, isn't it?" she said, pausing to gauge Jeenik's interest. Noticing his eyes widen, she knew she had read him correctly. After all, a drake who resorted to drugs to get a girl probably didn't have many reservations about helping a wealthy 'ness be unfaithful. “So, fuck him… or not," she added, lifting the pink dragoness's half-drunk glass to take a sip.

Dipping her snout into the liquid, she pretended to drink before putting the glass down and laying her paw on his. “You look handsome enough. Care to take his place? Or do you have something better planned?" she added, tilting her head to look at him seductively. “Father said he wants me to have some eggs, and who knows how many seasons I've got in me? I wouldn't want to disappoint him," she added with a wry smile and blinked deeply to convey her meaning.

Jeenik finally seemed to find his senses and tore his eyes away from hers to look over her shoulder at the bathrooms. Feerah could almost see the scales balancing in the drake's head as he tried to work out whether he should stay with the young dragoness he had been grooming or take up the offer of a rebellious, older, but fertile dragoness. In the end, his decision was made for him when one of the staff members placed an “out of order" sign on the door to the bathrooms and stood guard to prevent anyone from entering. “Well, I'm sure I could help you out," he said with a charming smile, then nodded to the exit. “My place is only a few blocks from here."

Leaning in until her snout was only an inch from his ear, she made sure to speak just loud enough for him to hear. “Mmmgh, I can't wait that long, I'm just across the street. But be warned, if you're going to do this, I'm not letting you leave my bed until my belly is round with eggs," she said, grinning as his wings pulled closer to his sides in excitement. “Oh, you like that idea, do you? Forewarning, I'm not interested in a gentle time; I want to do freaky things to you," she added in a sultry tone. Pulling away, she mentally applauded herself when he leaned toward her to stay close. “Give me a few minutes' head start, just to get myself ready for you. Okay?" she asked, gently nuzzling her snout against his cheek when he nodded. “Room one-one-six, across the street," she explained, placing a paw on his collarbone to keep him in place as she rose to her feet. “I hope you are adventurous," she added and turned.

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Jeenik's eyes were as wide as saucers as the dragoness hiked her tail to reveal her tight and tidy slit. In the darkness of the club, it was hard to see how puffy and wet she was, but her warm, spicy scent advertised exactly the state she was in. Swallowing, Jeenik watched her leave, then glanced down at his phone to check the time. It was only eight p.m., and this evening was getting very interesting. Lifting his drink, he finished it in one swig before emptying the contents of his date's drink behind the cushion. He suspected that the pink dragoness—he had already forgotten her name—wasn't going to be returning to finish it, and he would do well to hide the evidence. Rising to all fours, Jeenik walked casually around the dance floor and occasionally dipped his head to the beat as he looked through the guests toward the bathrooms. He had told his date to enjoy her drink slowly, but he mused that he must have misjudged her weight and now she was likely passed out on the bathroom floor. Not that her condition would have stopped him, but between the sticky floors of a nightclub bathroom and the possibility of being interrupted didn't make it his first choice for carnal activities. Heading toward the exit, any thoughts of his former date were erased as he caught the scent of his next prize. The scent of estrus clung to the air like syrup, and he could swear it was coming from the nightclub's carpeted steps—she had probably rubbed herself off before she came to him, he thought with a smile. She wouldn't be the first dragoness who wanted a thorough breeding from him while in heat, but all of the others were under the delusion that they were on some sort of contraceptive.

This red-striped dragoness, however, was something different, and he began to fantasise about what her life must be like. She wasn't a young 'ness, but he had bred older without a second thought. Likely lacking control in her life, she was now forced to rebel to get some attention. Gods, he was looking forward to making her cry his name as he knotted her neglected vent and pumped her full of cum. After a long week of being too busy to release into his paw or a vent, he was so pent up and knew he was going to properly breed this unknown dragoness.

Exiting the club, Jeenik paused and wrinkled his snout at the rain cascading down to the street. Not that he would admit it to anyone, but the dragon despised the sensation of rain droplets landing on his scales. Shuffling his wings, he looked across the street at the hotel the red-banded dragoness must be staying in. Scanning the windows, he wondered which one was room 116, and what exactly his future cum dumpster was doing to prepare for him. Pushing past his reservations, Jeenik stepped onto the footpath and scanned the traffic while quickly becoming wet. Cars and trucks raced past him at an alarming rate. Considering it was Friday night, the traffic really seemed to be flowing. Leaning out briefly, Jeenik tried to judge a gap in traffic before quickly pulling back. With a snarl and a shake of his head, he threw caution to the wind and leapt out and upwards. With a heavy flap of his greenish-yellow wings, he cleared the cars with ease and managed to sail over the three lanes of traffic before a removalist truck raced by as if it hadn't seen him. His paws slid on the wet concrete as he touched down, but he caught himself before he fell and shook himself dry.

Entering the hotel, he smiled as he caught the faintest trace of the dragoness's scent. Without even a glance at the concierge, he trotted across the lobby and began climbing the grand staircase four steps at a time. In the corner of his mind, a seed of doubt began to grow. Everything seemed too good—a gorgeous dragoness in heat, a hotel conveniently across the road—and as he arrived at the landing of the first floor, he paused mid-step to think. He focused on the danger of law enforcement and contemplated any laws he might be breaking.

Without a doubt, the dragoness was of legal age, and even if she wasn't, he could argue that he thought the club's security would have vetted her. This was going to be his argument if he were caught with his original date, even though he knew she had no place being at the club. Rolling his jaw from side to side while he thought, he felt his restructured jaw click before he finally committed to finding this older dragoness's room. After all, they were consenting adults, and she had made it very clear that she wanted him to breed her senseless tonight.

A quick glance at the numbers on the doors had him walking down the corridor, and his smile grew as he spotted a door propped open with the latch and a do-not-disturb sign hanging on the handle. The plush carpet muted his paws as he trotted towards room 116, and after taking a deep breath and checking the number one last time, he smiled broadly and tapped on the door with the back of his talon.

“About time. Come inside," came the voice of a very needy dragoness. Pushing the door open with his shoulder, Jeenik stepped inside and his jaw dropped at the scene before him. The large double bed had been pulled away from the wall to allow access from all angles, and sprawled luxuriously across it lay his new date for the evening. In the dim lighting of the club, he hadn't been able to appreciate the mottled crimson scales that broke up her black body. Combined with the red bands that circled her neck and the accents around her eyes, she looked dangerously stunning. Jeenik's eyes, however, were drawn to what she was doing with one of her paws. Lying on her side, with one hind leg lifted to expose her underside to him, the dragoness was slowly pushing and pulling a purple length of silicone in and out of her vent. From across the room, he could see the glistening of her arousal coating the shaft of the toy while she pleasured herself, and the smell of her slick, fertile snatch hung in the air like an invisible fog. Without a second thought, he flicked the door closed behind him with his tail and began to approach her.

Jeenik's turgid length began to drop as he prepared to pounce, but he paused when she let go of her toy and held up a digit. To his surprise and delight, the dark dragoness gave him a sultry wink before rolling onto all fours and hiking her tail. His attention became fixated on her vent, and he watched as her parted folds slowly began to expel inch after inch of the long dildo. The lavender-hued flesh of her walls clung to the toy as it gradually slipped out of her, and when it fell to the soft bed, he watched in awe as her vent clenched around the emptiness, as if longing to be filled once more.

“So, you think you can help a 'ness out?" the dragoness asked, looking over her shoulder at him. Nodding enthusiastically, Jeenik stepped forward, only for her to lower her tail and turn around. “I want you on your back. I want to see your handsome face when you cum," she added, patting the bed with a paw.

He would have much preferred her to be on her back so he could dictate the power and speed of his thrusts. “You know, I heard there's, like, a better chance of eggs if you're on your back, or I'm on yours," he said, shrinking back slightly as her expression turned serious.

“Let me make one thing clear: I'm not interested in a drake that talks back. Okay? The only thing I want to hear out of you is 'yes ma'am.' Understood?" she said, a strictness in her voice reminding him of one of his drill sergeants. When he nodded, her smile returned, and she reached to the side of the bed to extract a heavy leather cuff. “And these won't reach you if you're on top," she added, and Jeenik's heart skipped a beat.

“You… want them on me?" he asked, swallowing deeply when she glared at him. He had dreamt of using something similar on a dragoness, but the cost of decent gear had always put him off. The dream had never imagined that he would be the one wearing them himself, but he rationalized that if he was going to breed this dragoness, he may as well indulge in her fantasy. Afterall, the result would still be her vent leaking his pearly white seed and his tried and tested swimmers fertilizing her eggs. “I mean… yes ma'am."

“Good boy," the dragoness said as she stepped off the bed and nodded for him to make himself comfortable. “And if you are a very good boy, maybe I'll let you use them on me," she added as he lowered himself and rolled over. The thought made his already erect cock twitch in excitement, something the dark-scaled dragoness did not fail to notice. “Oh? You like that, do you?" she asked in a low voice, leaping back onto the bed. “You want me tied up nice and tight while you fuck me?" she added, and when he nodded, she lowered her head to whisper in his ear. “I think we should come to an arrangement. How about, whatever I do to you, you can do to me?"

Jeenik didn't pause to think before dipping his head in a nod. “Be careful what you wish for, little 'ness," he said in a low growl that made her smile widen. Standing over him, the dragoness reached under the blankets, revealed each of the cuffs, and began securing his paws. “I'm Jeenik, by the way, for when you moan my name," he added with a cockiness that made her eyes flick to his. Tugging on the restraints, he found them incredibly sturdy and looked forward to testing them on this alluring 'ness.

“No names, I want your cock and your cum, not your backstory," Feerah said as she wrapped her paw around his hard cock and gave it a firm squeeze just ahead of his knot. Any thought of asking her name vanished as she pressed her paw down on his knot, mimicking a tight vent being strained around the lobes.

Groaning at her delightful grip, Jeenik tried to stop himself from humping into the air as the dragoness maintained her hold and stepped back until her hind legs were on the ground. To his surprise, she fished out another restraint from the foot of the bed and used one paw to wrap the fur-lined leather binding around his tail. He didn't want to guess how much she'd spent on such high-quality gear, but he grinned in giddy excitement at how he could fuck her once she was the one bound.

“Now, that's better," she said, studying her handiwork while absently stroking his cock. Her paw delicately glided up his length before she swirled her toe beans around the tip to collect his pre, then stroked back down again. The sensation and texture of her paws against his most sensitive organ caused a soft sigh of bliss to escape his jaws.

Of course, he was no stranger to a 'ness pleasing him with more than just her vent, but usually it required much more persuasion, and their touch was often less refined and sometimes coerced. “So, what do you say we get that heat of yours fixed up?" he offered, craning his neck to look down at her. The way her smile broadened to reveal sharp fangs gave him pause, and he felt her digits curl to stroke his shaft with just the faintest hint of her talons.

“Not so fast," Feerah said with a grin, stroking down his shaft. Spreading her paw as best she could, she ran her digits along his length down to his knot and applied pressure. This time, however, she let the unformed lobes slip through and gripped his cock at the very base. Instantly, he threw his head back and his hips jerked upward, sending a lash of pre jetting from his tip and splattering across his chest. “We had a deal, remember?" she asked, squeezing his base once more before dragging her paw down to his anus.

The pressure of her paw at his rear made Jeenik's head whip down to look along his length toward her. “Woah, that's not what—"

“Oh, don't be a little bitch," Feerah hissed, lowering her head beside his cock. With a wide, toothy smile that made his chest tighten, the black dragoness rubbed her digit around his anus while locking her gaze with his. “You were so keen to let me fuck your brains out, remember?" she reminded him, gently kissing the side of his cock and applying a little more pressure to his tail hole.

“But, I thought you–"

“And what happened to only saying, 'yes ma'am'?" Feerah asked, and he could feel her warm breath caressing his throbbing cock as a tease of what was to come. She continued to look at him expectantly before taking a deep breath and sighing loudly. “Maybe I got the wrong drake," she said in defeat, leaning back on her haunches. “I wanted to be fucked by someone adventurous, but I see you're just a normy. Maybe you should just leave."

With his heart pounding in his chest, Jeenik tried to grapple with his thoughts. Although having a 'ness' do this to him wasn't something he'd ever considered, the promise of breeding her afterward tore down his reservations. Frantically shaking his head, he cleared his throat and looked down between his legs at her. “Oh, no. It's just a bit new—but I can do new!" he whined and shuffled on the bed. Seeing her smile and the playful glint return to her eye, he gave another nod before adding, “Just remember though, you said I can do it to you."

Returning her grip to his penis, Feerah gave it a playful squeeze behind the knot and grinned wider as it oozed another glob of slippery, clear pre down his length. “Are you sure?" she asked, collecting the slick liquid to slather across his ass.

“Yes—yes, ma'am," he groaned as he felt her circle his ring with her toebean. The idea of her playing with his ass while tied up and at her mercy made his chest tighten, and was definitely something he would omit when recounting the night's activities to his friends. Leaning back until his head nestled into her pillows, he couldn't help but inhale her scent from where she must have slept. Her estrus seemed even stronger here, and he couldn't resist nuzzling his snout into the cushion as she continued pressing against his virgin ass.

He tried to focus on her scent and the touch of her paw against his cock rather than the one at his ass, but after a few delightful strokes, she removed her paw. He frowned when he heard her shuffling at the foot of the bed. “What are you doing?" he asked, lifting his head from her pillow to look down his body. Gazing past his aching hard cock, he saw her grinning playfully and wiggling her hips against something on the ground.

“Shush. I didn't say you could speak," Feerah commanded with an excited grin. His eyes widened in alarm as she finally stood up again and stepped onto the bed. The restraints on his hind legs became taut as he tried to close them, but the straps were too short, keeping his thighs spread as she moved forward to stand over him. It wasn't her dominant position that made his heart pound and his limbs thrash—it was the very large fake cock attached to a simple harness around her hips. With a slender tip designed to ease penetration, the silicone cock was detailed with angry-looking veins as it tapered to an intimidating girth. Near its base, it narrowed slightly before thickening into a gentle bulge. By knot standards, it was tame, but Jeenik caught a glimpse of two tubes entering the toy at either side of the lobes—one clear, one black—and he didn't want to know what they were for. He could only guess as they disappeared into the stitching of the harness.

“Ahhhh–"

“Silence!" she barked, placing a forepaw on the soft underside of his throat and then settling herself on the base of his tail. “We had a deal, didn't we?"

Jeenik's rebuttal died in his throat as she grabbed his shaft and held it alongside the silicone one she wore. A groan rumbled in his chest when he felt her stroke his cock and the pressure of the toy grinding against his dragonhood. Her paw wasn't idle: it stroked him, collected his pre, and lubricated both his own shaft and the strap-on. There was no doubt in his mind that the dragoness planned on using it on him, and he began to understand the deal he'd made. He guessed he could back out—just tell her he wasn't into it and she would send him on his way. However, his hard erection begged to plow her fertile folds, and he rationalised he could do her harder than she could him. Also, the idea of leaving her with a lasting consequence growing in her womb sent a shiver of pleasure through his body.

“That's my good little slut," Feerah whispered, easing the pressure on his throat when he didn't tell her to stop. “I fuck your brains out, then you can have me," she re-explained, focusing her strokes on his tip. Once she seemed satisfied her faux appendage was slick enough, she lifted herself off him and took a half-step back.

Jeenik's breath hitched as he felt the slender tip of the silicone toy press at his tight ass, and he scrunched his eyes shut. “Just… be gentle," he murmured, feeling her apply steady pressure to his rear. “I haven't done this–" His words turned into a pained hiss as she gave a firm thrust, forcing his tight ring to open and accept the first few inches of rubber. The sensation was unlike anything he had felt before, and his hind legs instinctively kicked in the air as she fed the first six inches of it into him with one long, steady push. “Nnnngh, fuck, hold on– steady–"

“Naww, I didn't think you wanted to be gentle with me, did you?" Feerah cooed, her head near his ear. When he tried to reply, he could only yelp as she snapped her hips forward and shoved the rest of the shaft up inside his gut. “See? Was that so fucking hard?" she growled, smiling as she looked at his trembling forepaws.

The overwhelming fullness wiped all other thoughts from his mind. He stared up at the black dragoness looming over him, his mouth opening and closing uselessly as he tried to form words. To his surprise, his cock remained rock hard, and he groaned needily when she shifted her weight and reached down to pump her paw up and down his shaft. It felt somehow wrong for him to be straining so hard while a fake cock stretched his rump, but he had no chance to complain as she began to ease back and thrust forward again.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes from the intense stretch—not just his ring but the stomach-turning sensation of the cock surging into him once more. Pressed all the way to the base, Feerah started to thrust back and forth, her eyes half-lidded in desire. “That's it, my little bitch, relax and take it like a good girl," she moaned, timing her strokes on his cock with each dominating thrust. Snarling as she pounded harder into him, Jeenik gasped and tried to reach for her chest with a forepaw, only to find his bindings were too tight. What confused him most was how each drive rubbed against something inside him that made his cock jolt and throb. His pinky-purple shaft was leaking precum like a broken faucet, each fresh dribble swinging off his tip in time with her increasingly powerful thrusts and landing on his scales in a slick mess.

“Gods, you are a tight little thing, aren't you?" Feerah moaned as she applied more force to shove the faux cock into him, causing the drake to whine a very unmasculine noise. “This will help," she added, leaning back toward her harness and fishing out a large syringe connected to a clear tube. The girth of the syringe made his toes curl, and the pearly white contents caused his stomach to turn. Without waiting to explain, the dragoness pressed down on the plunger, and after a few seconds, Jeenik began to feel a strange, wet sensation inside his body. The feeling confused him, it felt unnatural yet strangely pleasant as he felt it coat his insides. She didn't deliver the whole load—just enough that when she pulled back and thrust in again, the dildo slid with more ease inside him. “That's better, isn't it?" she asked rhetorically, and Jeenik nodded in agreement before catching himself.

Jeenik's body was rocked in time with the dragoness's thrusts, but as humiliating as it was, he felt grateful when her paw returned to his cock and resumed stroking his length. This dragoness definitely knew how to keep him on edge. As she began to deliver harder thrusts into his ass, she matched his pain with a blissful squeeze behind his knot. He wanted nothing more than to hate the sensation of being fucked by another dragon's cock, even if it was an imitation. However, by rewarding his lust-addled brain with delightful strokes and the mingling smell of his pre and her heat, he couldn't help but slowly begin to relax.

“Good slut, you are liking this, aren't you?" Feerah cooed, gripping the tip of his cock before squeezing it tightly and dragging her slick paw down his length, then rolling her pads around his swelling knot. “Gods, you are gonna knot me so fucking good, aren't you?" she asked, and Jeenik breathlessly nodded as she squeezed the fat bulges. “Do they get big?" she asked again, and when he murmured something like an acknowledgement, she delivered a harder thrust. “I didn't hear you. Will it stretch my cunt nice and good?" she added, and when he didn't reply, she drove into him even harder.

“Yusss!!" Jeenik snarled, arching his back against the bed. Despite the pain and embarrassment of staying hard while she had her fun, he promised himself he would make her pay when his turn came. “It gets big, so big—people say it's the biggest they've seen," he groaned as she stayed deep and rolled her hips back and forth, grinding the dildo against areas of his body he didn't know existed.

“And you will get it in?" Feerah asked with a hint of vulnerability in her voice that made his eyes narrow. Lifting his head, he looked at her, assuming by her expectant gaze that she wanted him to talk dirty to her.

Swallowing what little pride he had left, he looked her in the eyes and nodded. “Oh, I'll get it in," he stated, and when her smile grew, he lifted his head closer to hers and spoke with more authority. “And once I do, I'm gonna thrash your hips while you are tied to me. I'm gonna fuck you into this bed so hard it will break, and I won't stop there. You won't walk tomorrow," he promised, and knew he had said the right thing when her eyes lit up.

“As you wish," Feerah remarked, then drew back until just the tip of her strap-on was within his ass. For a hopeful moment, Jeenik thought she was going to pull out fully so he could have his fun, but then realized what he had signed up for as she adjusted her footing and plunged back into him so hard that he was sure he would rupture.

“Faaaa–" His words were silenced as the dragoness shoved a paw against his throat and forced his head back into the cushions. With his neck pinned, he could do nothing but squirm as she began hammering into him with the sole purpose of getting the faux knot inside his stretched asshole. He felt the ache in his core as his digestive tract roleplayed as a vagina and was forced to accept the slick cock again and again. Gasping for air, he tried to thrash his neck from side to side. However, after he tossed to one side, the pillow he was pressed against was pulled out from under him, and he felt something firm and leathery against his neck. His mind tried to think of something to do, something to say, but the pounding of the cock deep inside his body and the painful burn of his ring being stretched around the uninflated knot made him delirious. The rip of Velcro made his heart sink, and the pressure of the dragoness's paw on his throat was quickly replaced by a constricting strap anchored to the bed. It wasn't tight enough to cut off his breathing, but uncomfortable enough to assure him that he was completely at the mercy of the black dragoness.

“There we go. Now, relax, or else it will tear your tight ass," Feerah warned before placing her forepaws on his chest and rolling her hips with every mind-numbing thrust. “You want to knot a 'ness? Time to learn how it feels," she growled and dug her talons in between his broad chest scales.

He whimpered and whined as she surged inside him without any love or mercy. Even when she coiled her tail around him, it was purely possessive and for leverage as she ground her strap-on into him. He was sure he was bleeding by now, but she didn't slow or stop. Any attempts to speak were silenced by the fast and hard thrusting that drove the wind from his lungs. His cock had completely betrayed him, seemingly permanently erect and leaking; it jutted out proudly between them and received only the occasional stroke from the dragoness. “Come on, you virgin whore. Want to fuck me? Want to knot me? Then take it like a good little girl." Feerah groaned and grinned as she felt herself get ever so slightly deeper inside him. Her victory was short-lived, however, as he tensed and the knot was pushed out despite her grinding against him. “Fucking useless!" she snapped, and Jeenik's whole body stiffened as she lunged forward and clamped her jaws around his throat.

Unlike a mating bite, which was designed to hold a female steady by applying precise pressure on the back of a dragon's neck, Feerah's bite went for his windpipe and clamped down with enough force to cut off his breathing. He tried—his mouth opening and closing in desperate need—as the dragoness rammed into him at a brutal pace. He wanted to scream, to call her off, but he couldn't, and as he struggled to squirm, he felt a numbness creeping into his paws and wings. His eyes widened in fear, but it did nothing to prevent the darkness from growing at the edges of his vision.

Even the straining burn of his ass being stretched around the punishing girth of Feerah's toy became a background sensation as he realised this was the end. Then, as his ass was stretched around the widest part of the silicon knot, she pushed forward harder and released her stranglehold on his neck. In an instant, he gasped for breath, and his whole body tensed back up again, including his ring, which now pulled the knotted dick further into his body.

“There we go! Was that so fucking hard?" Feerah remarked, continuing to rock against him as he gasped and coughed. Every heave and splutter was agony, with his asshole trying to tighten around the unyielding base of the dildo. The dragoness didn't seem to care as she leaned back to admire her handiwork. “Gods, you really took it all, didn't you? Now for the fun part," she teased and, while hilted inside Jeenik, reached into her pouch to retrieve a black rubber bulb connected to her harness by a coil of flexible black hose.

The pressure of her leaning back made the cock press against that spot in him in ways he couldn't describe, but as he looked back and saw the device she was holding, he knew she hadn't finished with him. “Please–" he groaned, his voice betraying him as an almost whoreish moan.

“Oh, you want it so bad, you sweet, nasty thing!" Feerah interrupted and squeezed down on the pump. Instantly, he felt it—the swell just inside his abused asshole. Before he could process the new pressure inside him, she squeezed again and again. Each time he felt a deep fullness that made his cock lurch and bounce in forbidden pleasure.

“Nnngggghh–" he whined whorishly and arched his back. The swelling knot pressed firmly against his prostate and made his dick jump against his will. He didn't know how much his body could take as she continued to squeeze the pump. Every huff of air was matched with the pulsing swell inside him until he felt like the lobes of the knot were pressing against his internal balls.

“Now, what was it? Thrash my hips while tied? If you insist," Feerah smirked and untangled the flexible rubber hose so she could hold the pump under her forepaw as she placed them on his muscular chest. With a slow and heavy roll of her hips, Jeenik's whole body shuddered as the knot rubbed against his pleasure spot. He hated every moment of it, but his arousal continued to climb against his will. The dragoness wasn't even stroking his cock, yet it remained poised and hard, with his own knot starting to swell.

Tucked in the back of his mind, he told himself it was going to be worth it and to just let the 'ness have her fun before he would ravish her harder than he had ever done before. He had only come close to a hate fuck on a dragoness once before, and as he felt Feerah tug him back onto the bed by his ass, he knew this dragoness wasn't going to stop him like that orange bitch had. Clenching his jaws, he tried to push through the pain and set his mind on how he would breed the dragoness above him. He was sure he was going to leave her with a bleeding neck bite at the end of this, a permanent reminder of his savagery. Even then, he contemplated what he could do to her once she was tied up. It wasn't like she could leave. A twisted thought came to his mind as he realised he could just keep her bound and breed her again and again throughout her heat. The entitled bitch wanted eggs after all, so he would pump her with enough cum to make her swell. “Nnngghhh, fuck– I'm–I'm gonna fucking…" His words were broken by her heavy thrusts, but he swallowed and tried again. “I'm gonna knock you up good– ruin you for your mate." He promised, mostly for his own dignity. The telltale feeling of an approaching climax made his body tense and inadvertently grip the dildo harder. The more the dragoness worked his ass, the less it hurt and the more accustomed to the pounding sensation he became.

“Is that so? You're gonna cum deep inside me?" Feerah asked between pants. It dawned on him that, unlike a male who would eventually succumb to a climax, the dragoness did not share such weakness, and he began to wonder when she would finish tormenting his asshole. His answer, however, began to reveal itself as she squeezed down on the pump again, and he felt the knot become even bigger. The intense pressure inside him made his cock jet a feeble squirt of pre as it throbbed in desperate need. His knot, now fully swollen outside the confines of a slit, ached with neglect, but his pleasure continued to escalate out of control.

The hiss of the pump and the resulting strain inside him made Jeenik whine needily and squirm, but Feerah didn't care for his well-being as she squeezed again and again while humping at a frantic pace he would use when about to cum. Suddenly, he felt his internal balls tense, and the first rope of hot seed shot from his tip. He felt it land on his chest and neck as the next jet surged from his body and splattered all the way up to his throat and jaw. His ass clenched with every squirt of seed and struggled against the firmness of the silicon cock; the sensation, however, was strangely pleasant as he continued to pump his spent seed across his body. He tried to angle his hips to stop himself from making a mess, but when the next load landed on the sheets beside his head, Feerah reached forward and jerked his face into the line of fire. The humiliation of cumming on his own face wasn't lost on the drake as he snarled in frustration. Still, the dragoness continued to let him stain his scales with his seemingly perpetual climax.

Finally, after what felt like forever, his cock shot the last of his seed in a feeble squirt. Panting and groaning, Jeenik instinctively went to lick his lips to clean, and then baulked at the hot salty taste. Disgusted with himself, and still feeling the hot seed running down his scales, he tried to cough and splutter, but groaned in pleasure as his ass clenched down harder on the toy. The dragoness had mercifully stopped fucking his ass, but remained hilted, the overly inflated knot locked tightly inside him. Curiously and embarrassingly, his penis remained rock hard, although he suspected that the appendage couldn't retreat as his body was stuffed full of artificial cock. “Are… are you done?" he asked in a soft, vulnerable voice. “Is it my turn?"

The chuckle from the dragoness made him try to angle his upside-down head so he could look back at her. It wasn't the laugh of someone who was about to play fair, and his gut tightened as she walked her forepaws back along his body to sit up on her haunches. “Oh sweetie, we aren't done. You wanted to cum inside me, didn't you?" she said as she began undoing the straps of her harness.

Nodding in confusion, Jeenik wasn't sure what she meant, or why she wasn't removing the toy from his ass as she took off the harness. He wondered if she would now ride him; even the leftover cum running down the side of his shaft would be enough to impregnate the 'ness. As she began to reverse the harness and secure the straps around his thighs, he realised she was going to make him fuck her while he still had the cock in his ass. It was by far not his ideal way to breed a 'ness, but at this point he was so desperate to sink his cock into her fertile folds that he didn't care. “Let me out of these straps. I'm going to show you how it's really done."

“Not just yet, you naughty boy," Feerah chastised, wagging a digit at him. Jeenik groaned and hissed as he felt her press a forepaw against the back of the harness and grind the long dildo inside him. “Now, now, don't make me change my mind," she added, giving the dildo a final shove before stepping over him to adjust the strap on his neck. Jeenik's heart leapt in his chest as he thought she would free him, but his hopes were dashed when she simply slid the binding down his neck without adjusting the tightness. The constriction against the thicker parts of his throat was even more uncomfortable, but at least now he was able to wipe his cum-covered snout on her blankets and clean himself off.

“Besides, you eager slut. Given that you have made such a mess of your chest, I doubt you have much left in you to get the job done," Feerah added as she began turning around over him. She cared little as she stood on the delicate flight membranes of his wings, but after a few moments of pain, Jeenik looked towards the ceiling was rewarded with her wet slit directly above his snout. He noticed a faint sheen across her groin from where she had been leaking with the harness pressed against her scales. “And just because you got to finish doesn't mean I did. Get to work," she said simply, squatting down until her vent was pressed firmly against his snout. He heard the tearing of fabric as his horns penetrated the mattress beneath him, and he quickly found his head immobilized. Her scent was intoxicating, and as she ground herself across his nose, his tongue flicked out and into her slick folds. He frowned at the flavor; it wasn't bad, but it didn't match her scent.

“That's it, show me what you can do," Feerah cooed as he delved his long tongue into her vagina. He was still painfully aware of the fat, knotted dick inside him, but as he focused on a particularly sensitive spot inside her body, he heard a hiss of air and felt the pressure inside him ease. It wasn't enough for any real relief, but enough to make him understand the game. Eager to have the blasted dick out of him, Jeenik plunged his tongue into her and swirled it against every sensitive spot he knew. Her slick arousal began to drip down the corners of his mouth as he stroked and slurped his tongue into her vent. The small shudders and pleasured noises the dragoness let out told him he was doing well, and as he continued his work, he felt her release more air from the knot.

The black dragoness began to grind the apex of her vent against his chin while he continued to flick and lick deep inside her. He didn't notice it at first, but he found it curious that the scent of her estrus didn't increase with her arousal as it had with many 'nesses he'd bred. He reassured himself that perhaps her heat was either ending soon or had just begun. Either way, he was going to breed her before the night was done. Redoubling his efforts, he worked his tongue in and out, then rubbed his chin side to side against her clit. The effect was immediate—he heard her breath hitch with a blissful moan.

“That's it, don't stop," Feerah groaned and curled her head down in concentration. Jeenik's body tensed when she ran her paw along the underside of his still-erect shaft and rewarded him with a soft squeeze behind his knot. Groaning into her pussy, he closed his eyes and focused on every clench and shudder of her velvet tunnel. Normally, he didn't care if the 'ness reached climax before him or not, but tonight he knew he had to do whatever it took for a proper chance at breeding her. Twisting his head, he managed to swipe his tongue outside her folds and across her now puffy lips before driving back into her again. He smiled as he felt her hips shudder against his snout, bringing her closer and closer.

“Yes…" Feerah groaned, however instead of releasing air from the inflatable dildo, she squeezed down on the pump and made it engorge inside his ass. He whined at the sensation, but the 'ness was too far gone to hear him as she started riding his snout. “Yes!" she moaned as he pressed his tongue against a rougher patch inside her soft folds. “Gods! Yes!!" she cried and clenched her paw down on the air pump. Now he knew that it wasn't a mistake and he retracted his tongue. “Don't stop, don't you fucking stop!" Feerah growled as she frantically pumped the bulb three times in quick succession.

The pressure grew unbearable again inside Jeenik, but even as he closed his eyes to block out the sensations, he drove his tongue back into her and continued to eat her out. “That's it!" she cooed, and Jeenik felt her shift more weight onto his pinned snout. With her gyrating on his nose and chin, he could do little more than flick his tongue in and out as if it were his cock thrusting into her, while the moans of bliss she made escalated in pitch.

“Oh, fuck!" Feerah cried, flaring her wings. Jeenik swallowed rapidly as her arousal flooded his mouth. However, when he felt the knot swell even further inside his ass, he quickly resumed licking inside her shuddering, convulsing passage. Despite her size and age, the dragoness's passage gripped his tongue with the strength of a hen in her prime and Jeenik could almost ignore the massive cock stretching his rear as he imagined just how good it would feel to have her climax on him once he was knotted inside her.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the dragoness huffed a satisfied sigh and lifted herself off him. Blinking to try and focus, Jeenik smiled proudly to himself as he saw her legs wobble underneath her. “How about you lie down," he said in a rare moment of tenderness. However, when she looked back at him in surprise, he simply shrugged his wings as best he could. “Do you want eggs or not? Lie down, and I'll fuck you like the dragons of old," he added, and was surprised when she smirked and stepped off the bed.

“Hmmm, I don't know," Feerah teased and turned around to sit at the foot of the bed. Picking up the air pump once more, she toyed with the release valve while looking at him with a sinister smirk. “Let's see, I've fucked you, knotted you, and… I'm missing something…" she paused, lifting a paw to her jaw as if deep in thought. “What am I forgetting?" she asked rhetorically.

“The bit where I breed you?" Jeenik offered, then groaned as she squeezed down hard on the black rubber bulb and the knot inside him swelled to the point he was sure he would have lasting damage. “Nnnghods! Too much! Too much!"

“Oh, shush, you baby," Feerah retorted and reached forward to stroke his cock absentmindedly while she pretended to think. The touch against his overly sensitive cock made Jeenik cry out in bliss and she continued to stroke up and down his length. “I'm forgetting something, it's right there," she added playfully and slid her grip down to hold the back of his knot. The pressure made his hips convulse, and the ever-present dildo pressed against his insides uncomfortably.

“Please," Jeenik protested as she rhythmically squeezed his cock for fun. “Just let me fuck you, please! I've done everything you've asked," he begged with a pitiful whimper. The dragoness didn't seem to notice his situation as she continued to play with his cock. Dragging her paw up to his tip, she then used one digit to dance around its head before finally perking up in mock realization.

“Oh! I haven't cum inside you yet!" she added with a grin, tracing back the now-white tube that led from the strap-on. With a tug, she drew the large syringe out from under the covers and held it out for him to see. “Here we go, ready to be bred like a good little slut?" she asked, tilting it from side to side when he didn't reply. “Oh? Don't you want to cum in me anymore?"

Understanding what she was implying, Jeenik sighed and gave her a small, stiff nod for her to do it. However, he realised he was a fool for thinking she would make it that easy; and when he looked to her, he saw the same playfully expectant expression he had seen before. “I'm not gonna beg."

“Oh, yeah, you are," Feerah retorted, picking up the black rubber bulb with her other forepaw. “Say it—say you are my good little slut and you want to be filled up," she grinned and slowly applied pressure to the inflator.

Clenching his jaw, Jeenik was reminded of the times he had forced his large cock on his dates and wondered if they felt the same mixture of pleasure and pain. While it pained him to say the words, he knew he wouldn't get relief unless he did. “Fine!" he hissed, gasping as she released some of the air again. “Fill—fill me up," he panted, looking back to her as much as his bindings would allow. “There, I—" His words were cut off as she squeezed the bulb again. “I'm a slut!" he quickly added, before correcting himself. “I'm your little slut, now fucking do it!" he said, practically shouting.

Feerah's smile almost reached from horn to horn as she contemplated pushing down on the plunger and filling his back passage with the white liquid. “Hmmm, no," Feerah said, chuckling as Jeenik thrashed as much as he could in his bindings.

“Fuck's sake! You want me to say please? Fine! Please, fill my ass so I can then fuck you like the horny bitch you are!" Jeenik roared, but his voice turned into a cry as Feerah squeezed the bulb once again. “Rrrraaagggghffff!!!" he protested through clenched teeth, then panted rapidly as he tried to adjust his hips, searching for any way to ease the pressure inside him. “What more do you want! I'll do anything…"

Feerah's expression lost all playfulness as she looked at the pathetic drake before her. Tied up and squirming, she noticed how his ass bulged from the knot pressing on his insides, and she felt no mercy for him. “For her to do it," she said softly, yet loud enough for the drake to hear over his pained breathing. “Saalli? Still there, sweetie?" she asked, turning toward the hotel room's bathroom.

The door slid silently open on well-oiled rollers to reveal a dragoness Jeenik recognised instantly. She had been an easy lay—just a half dose of powder in her drink, and she was out for the count. However, now she looked different. She no longer had the soft, dainty innocence that had drawn him to her a week ago, and she regarded him with an almost indifferent expression. “You! I—I didn't mean—"

“Yes, you did," Saalli replied, her voice unwavering as she approached his prone and restrained body. Feerah gave her a nod and placed both the syringe and air pump on the corner of the bed before stepping back to give her friend space. Saalli looked over his body with a cold, almost detached expression, as though she were inspecting a piece of meat in a butcher shop rather than a living drake. “You fucked me, didn't you?" she asked, but didn't wait for an answer as she picked up the syringe full of pearly white liquid. “You came inside me, didn't you?" she added, holding it in one paw while running a digit from her other paw across the top of the plunger.

“Yes," Jeenik admitted, knowing full well he was in no position to lie to the two dragons while at their mercy.

“He should know how it feels then, don't you think?" Feerah asked, glancing at her friend as if urging her on. “How it feels for a drake to cum inside your body, how it floods everything, how it leaks," she continued, nodding towards the liquid. “That was as much as I could collect from my friends and a few of the homeless under the bridge." It was a lie of course, but Feerah shared a subtle wink with Saalli as Jeenik's eyes widened in horror.

“Wait—that's not lube?" he asked, thrashing on the bed when both dragonesses shook their heads. “That's fucked up—I didn't mean too—"

Jeenik's words failed him as Saalli pressed down on the plunger, pushing the seed of countless drakes into his ruined ass. The knowledge that his insides were being coated by the sticky essence of other drakes made him retch and almost hurl. Yet the dragoness he had abused kept pressing down, forcing more and more cum into his digestive tract. It disgusted him to feel so abused and violated in ways he couldn't articulate. Yet deep down, as he felt the liquids travel through his gut, he knew he was experiencing the same cruel and vile claim that he had inflicted on countless dragonesses in pursuit of his own pleasure.

Finally, the syringe's plunger bottomed out, and Jeenik's ass now carried the full load. The obscenely swollen knot of the dildo prevented any seed from escaping, and he whined pitifully as he imagined the cum coating his insides. Breathing in short, whimper-like gasps, he shuddered helplessly on the bed, trying not to think about what the dragonesses would do to him next.

“Huh… he never said to stop. Do you think he secretly liked it?" Feerah asked Saalli, when a small smiled grew on the dragoness' snout, Feerah looked over to Jeenik who was still panting and with his dick as hard as a board. “Well, honey, I'm gonna get a drink," she added as she rose to all fours. Casting one last look at the pitiful drake, she shook her head in disappointment and turned to leave, nudging her dragoness friend with a folded wing. “My shout? Or do you want to play with him more?"

She could see Saalli contemplating whether to leave the drake or stay and toy with him further. Nudging her again, Feerah nodded toward the beaten drake. “Come on, any more and he might start to really enjoy it," she finished with a playful smile.