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"I pay for services that are worth my time, girl, get your ass outta here or you'll find the police shoving you into jail for the night." Nathan snarled out to the little slip of a dragoness who still had a beat of his seed clinging to her muzzle.

"You owe!" The white scaled prostitute lunged up onto her feet and glared at him. "We agreed on a price."

"Heh, I agreed for you to pleasure me for the night and that wasn't pleasure. I just came to get it over with." The red dragon's lips twitched up slightly in a grin.

"That's not how it works, you son of a bitch!" The whore's eyes flashed angrily and the drake leaned back to pluck up his phone and unlocked it.

"I suppose it isn't, I tell you what. I'm going to call the cops and we'll find out what end they take on the bargain, hmm? I'm sure they'll find it amusing that you let me seduce you, bring you here, then you gave me a blow job and decided you wanted paid. After all, I'm from Boston, I've never been down here in the south and I didn't realize that there were so many prostitutes." He drawled out the words with his body stretched out its full length. His cock slowly started to pull backwards towards his slit. "I wonder if they'll help you get your money, eh?"

"You bastard." The dragoness snarled and showed every one of her sharp teeth.

"Mmm businessman, but bastard works just fine. You have thirty seconds to leave before I call the police." He started to dial the number with his eyes turned away from her.

It didn't take long for the whore to storm out with a few choice curses, but he had had a similar scene several times before. The red dragon gave a slow stretch and cracked his neck as he relaxed in the chair and hooded his eyes a bit. New Orleans had been a chance trip he'd taken on a whim and he was enjoying every last minute of it so far. He'd heard it was a bit of a party town and mostly geared towards younger people, but he found it had more to offer then a few drinks in the French Quarter. He had needed to get away from the office for months and when he'd seen the discounted tickets he'd grabbed them. His company had hit rough times lately and after three months of seventy hour work weeks he'd had enough.

At first he'd enjoyed the sights and even taken a few tours that he found interesting and informative about the culture, but it had gotten old quickly. He enjoyed a challenge and a bit of sordid fun, so he'd been quite pleased when he found out that certain areas of the French Quarter held high class whores that could be rented for an evening. The first few he'd paid and been impressed with their services, but that too had gotten old. Now he'd created a game out of trying to get out of paying. Sometimes he did what he'd done tonight, other times he'd force them to submit to his pleasures and kick them out without their clothes for being inept and other times he paid them and found a way to retrieve the money later. It was a game that he found challenging for his active mind and amusing in the fact the women would do damn near anything for a dollar.

Nathan yawned a bit and flicked his tongue out before standing up and pulling his pants up to fasten securely around his waist. He'd had far too much fun tonight, but now was about time that he get out and find something to eat. He wasn't quite in the mood for another whore, but it could be fun to saunter out of the Garden District and into the Quarter for a bit of free leering. There were always drunk college girls flashing their tits at anyone who had a bead or drink. He'd even begun contemplating the chances of snagging one away from their friend and using her like the slut she was whether she wanted it or not.

The dragon rumbled to himself at the idea of some young tight think writhing and kicking him as he forced every ridged inch of his dick into her body. It would be a challenge that might be just as appealing as the prostitutes he toyed with. He grabbed his coat and flared his nostrils a bit as he felt the familiar flush of desire before forcing the idea away. He'd worked hard to get Oldmins Industries to where it was; a rape charge would destroy his reputation in no time and he'd be left without a penny to his name if he were lucky. At least with the whores he'd been able to keep it quiet enough that he knew no one would say a word. They couldn't attack him for not paying them, not when it wasn't legal to be selling their bodies and he was discreet enough that they had no idea who he was. This vacation was going his way.

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The French Quarter was one of the places he rarely went. It was loud, gaudy and smelled horrible in the summer heat. He wrinkled his nose up, but shrugged it off as he pushed through the crowd of people that were dancing to a clash of music from six different bars. He kept his hand tightly gripped around his frozen drink and let his eyes wander the crowd lazily. Most of the people were in their early twenties or even late teens and moved with wild abandon of the drunk as they twisted and turned about. The girls seemed to keep to themselves while roving bands of males wandered with beads and hormones after them. It made his lips twitch in a grin as they reminded him of dogs circling a bitch in heat. He didn't follow their lead, instead allowed his feet to lead him as he picked out one or two he'd offer beads to. A cheap thrill, but that was part of the appeal of being here.

He'd pushed his way down Royal Street and moved out of most of the crowds when he got tired of looking at women and instead slipped down Pirate's Alley so he could peer in at a few of the quieter bars that offered better liquors. The drake tilted his head back a little bit as he found himself pacing beside the large cathedral and a grin curled along his lips. It was entirely too fitting to have a church picked out in the middle of all this debauchery. He idly wondered how many people had drunkenly stumbled through its doors with a partner and enjoyed themselves. The thought had merit, if only because it would be something interesting to do with the right person.

"Keep moving." A low voice growled in his ear as something pushed against the curve of his back. "Not polite ta gawk out here an' keep the crowds held up."

"There's no crowds around here." Nathen stepped back and curled his lips back to show his teeth as he twisted to face the speaker. "And walk around me if you want to get through-"

The words died on his lips as he found himself facing a barrel chested reptile that had his blunt muzzle tilted downwards to be on the same level. The large snout ended with a blunt nose and gleaming ivory fangs stood out against the curve of the lips. There was no mistaking the broad head, nor the ridges that rose up just behind the eyes and trailed along the back. The seven foot tall alligator stared at him from cold gold eyes that seemed flecked with metallic bronze while he toyed with a jagged blade in one hand. The knife was hidden by the loose coat he wore over a tank top and straight black slacks. Even as Nathan gaped at the weapon the alligator stepped forward and gave him a nudge with the sharp tip as a smile extended along the large muzzle.

"Turn around and let's go for a walk, darlin'. The river is ta die for this time o' year." The gator drawled the words out with the smile still on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'd love ta give ya a tour, free o' charge o' course. Nice lady said ya don't like spendin' money too much."

"Listen..." Nathan stepped back and held up his hands as his mind started to work. The words were laden with double meaning. It was obvious this gator knew one of the whore's he'd refused payment for. "I don't mind paying at all. In fact, I have a bit of money right now and I'd be happy to-"

"Aw darling, don't ya go makin' this awkward." The gator stepped forward with the hissing sound of the thick tail dragging along the cobble stones. "I'm not after money! Don't want ta go givin' our fair city a bad rep. C'mon now, let's go take a walk. Hear the steam boat comin' an' you'll like ta see that."

The gator dropped an arm over Nathan's shoulder and one broad hand gripped him as he was forced to the stranger's side. His stomach went cold as the close touch allowed the gator to slip the other hand up to probe with the tip of the knife right against the curve of his side. He held his breath and mentally cursed as he was forced forward and away from the alley. His mind was running as quickly as it ever had. It was a pimp, it had to be, and obviously one that had had reports of him not paying the whores. It could mean that he just wanted to take whatever money Nathan had, but wanted to be out of sight when he was robbed. It could mean that he was going to get beaten down and robbed. It could easily mean that he was about to be killed.

Anger uncurled in his belly along with the fear and he glared over at the gator as he was guided with subtle nudges with the knife and pushes of the hand past Café du Monde and up towards a set of stairs that led towards the river. His nostrils flared a little bit at the wet scents of the river and he tried to calculate just where he was. If he could get the gator towards a hill chances were he could use his tail to snap open and trip up the hulking brute and make a run for it. If it was near enough to the docks there would be a police officer or two that would probably be making rounds. The thoughts went faster and faster as they came up onto the bank and he was nudged down a path that led away from the city.

"What the hell do you want? I have money, take it all!" Nathan snapped the words out as the street lights left them.

"Darlin', yer from the north an' I don't expect ya know our ways." The gator squeezed his shoulder again firmly. "Down here we aren't just 'bout money, but about respect. Now if ya woulda offered a bit o' respect ta my girls I'da let ya go easy, but ya didn't. Nope, ya threatened them, bullied an' mocked them. And humiliated them. Ya don't humiliate a lady."

"They're whores!" He sputtered and then yelped as the blade jabbed against his side hard enough to nearly push past his scales.

"They're still women." The gator growled and the sound was eerie in the darkness. "So, way I see it, ya owe me more 'n money. Been lookin' ya up, real fancy lad you are. From up North an' runnin' yer own company!"

"Yes. And I can make it worth your while not to hurt me." Nathan tried to sound persuasive as the hand that had been wrapped around him moved up to grip against one of his horns. "Anything you want."

"Ya ferget where ya are. Money ain't nothin' when ya dishonor my girls." He drawled out. "Ah'm gonna make ya pay fer more then just what ya owe, Ah'm gonna make ya earn it. Lad like you, think ya can just pay me off an' get no consequences, but yer gonna learn better. Ya don't show any respect, then ya don't deserve any. No matter how rich ya are."

Nathan opened his mouth to try and make another offer, but he let out a stifled yelp as the hand on his horn gave a sudden twist that turned his head and one of the gator's feet shoved out to hit him on the upper thigh. He was just unbalanced enough that he tumbled down, and his feet gave out on the incline that led down towards the river. He flailed and tried to get himself up, but the momentum rolled him down over the hill and several rocks hit against his side before he skidded down and the wet grass and mud scraped against his clothing. His claws hooked against the ground to bring himself to a halt just before he hit the rocks that marked the edge of the river.

"What the FUCK?!" He roared out in outrage, before the hand on his horn return and he was hauled upwards.

"Boy, yer in a heap o' trouble an' yer mouth is just makin' it worse." The gator's large blunt muzzle was parted to show every one of the sharp white teeth. "Time fer ya to learn the place ya earned for yerself."

"I didn't- HEY!" The dragon twisted and yanked back against the hold on his horn as the gator forced his muzzle forward to push against the groin of his slacks.

He fought and twisted to get away, but the hold on his horn was firm and he sputtered out in outrage as his muzzle was shoved up hard against the cloth so that he could feel the scales beneath it. The hot sharp scent of reptilian musk filled his muzzle as the apex of his muzzle was shoved right up against the part of the lower belly where he knew the genital slit was. He wasn't allowed to rub against the material for long. The gator moved a hand down and hooked a thick finger on the edge of his pants and the smooth material peeled down right over Nathan's muzzle. He was allowed to jerk his head back a few inches, but as soon as the gator had bared the smooth underscales he was pushed forward again and he intimately felt the thick scales parting along the slit.

"Stop that!" He grunted out and found out his mistake. The moment his lips parted he felt the fat wet glans pushing out to rub against the edges of his muzzle.

"Tell ya what, ya behave an' don't use those teeth an' maybe Ah won't cut off a part o' ya fer payment." The gator rumbled a sound that sent a shiver down Nathan's back.

The dragon tensed up and tried to pull back, but the powerful hand that gripped his horn refused to let him do more than jerk back half an inch. His eyes bulged slightly as he watched the glistening blood red tip pushing outwards inch by slimy inch. The male scent flooded his nostrils and he shuddered slightly as he wanted to tear his eyes away from the sight. He felt caught in the horrified embarrassment as the round tip shoved it's way outwards and was followed by a heavy girth. It drooled out a thick clear drop of precum as it neared the edge of Nathan's red muzzle. Just as his lips brushed the swollen tip he watched as two massive orbs popped free from the slit and forced their way outwards. It was all he could do not to take his chances with the knife when the slimy tip rubbed right over his nose.

Nathan squeezed his eyes shut and muffled a whimper, but he spread his lips as the hand on his horn yanked him forward. The precum dribbled down in strands along his outer lips before it popped along his tongue and plunged into his maw. The salty sweet taste of the pre flooded his maw and mingled with the male musk as another hand moved to grip his other horn. He was yanked and pulled forward as inch after thick inch shoved within him. His tongue pushed up beneath it as he tried not to choke when he felt a hot roll spilling down along the back of his throat and start to drool out of the corner of his mouth. Without thinking his throat convulsed and his muzzle tightened around the hot thickened shaft as he swallowed to precum to stop it from marring his scales.

"There's a good girl." The gator drawled before the hips lunged forward. The cock tip plunged into his muzzle and forced itself all the way into the back of his throat.

The dragon nearly choked as the glans shoved all the way in and he was forced to swallow around it to try and make room. The taste rolled through his muzzle and it was nothing like anything he had ever experienced. It was rich and salty, it melted and rolled down his throat as his lips were forced up hard right against the belly scales. He drooled around it and his saliva coated the length as it was pulled backwards just a few inches before thrusting forward to push over his tongue. He swallowed and suckled while his cheeks burned. It was humiliating, it was horrifying that he was being used this way. He couldn't even jerk his head back as the hold on his horns forced him to hold in place as he was used and the precum drooled over the edges of his jaws so that strands of it clung from the base of the shaft to his muzzle.

It was degrading! It was worse than degrading. His stomach clenched slightly and he squeezed his eyes shut so he didn't have to see the pale belly scales or his muzzle being forced almost painfully wide. The hold on his horns suddenly tightened and his head was yanked forward again so that the swollen tip suddenly shoved all the way into his throat and he gulped around it. His tongue pushed up and he felt the shaft pulse before another splatter of precum oozed out as he stroked beneath the length. He knew he was embarrassed, humiliated and enraged. He knew it! He knew it, but he couldn't stop himself from swallowing the salty viscous precum and suckle for more. His breath caught in his throat each time the tip popped free of his throat before plunging forward again. He was helpless and some dark spot in his mind gave into the powerful control of the male above him.

"Sweet, lil' slut, Ain't half bad." The gator rumbled and pulled his hips back so that the glans pulled out and splattered a rope of precum over the bridge of his muzzle. "What's this? Lickin' yer lips eh? Well, Master got somethin' nice fer ya then, darlin'."

Nathan stopped mid-lick as his attention was called to what he was doing, but the damage was done. "You're not my master, you son of a bitch!"

"Oh darlin', yes Ah am. An' Ah'll prove it." The gator drawled out and the hand gripping his horn yanked him forward.

The drake stumbled forward and put his hands out to stop himself from falling chest down in the damp grass and dirt. That seemed to be exactly what the gator wanted out of him. He had barely hit all fours before a rough hand gripped the back of his bands and yanked backwards. He bellowed out in shock as he heard the material being torn away, not just pulled down. The seams ripped open and his ass was exposed as the hands gripping his horns forced his head down. He tucked his hips downwards, but it didn't help. The gator's powerful jaws dropped downwards and suddenly teeth clamped down against the tip of his tail and yanked them back up again. He felt himself exposed and tried to snarl out a curse in protest. It was humiliating to feel himself exposed like that, but he wasn't exposed for long. Only moments after his tail was yanked up by the gator's jaws he felt the hot drooling glans pushing up beneath it.

"NO WAIT!" He yelped out the words, but he was ignored. The grip on his horns curled his head down so that he was staring along the line of his own belly.

A low baritone growl warning him before the fat cock tip shoved upwards right against his pucker and started to force it open. He yelped out and tried to jerk his tail down, but that only made the teeth that gripped it set in harder as the swollen head forced the taut anal ring open. He clenched down in reaction, but the beast only lunged forward harder until the tip popped in with a wet noise and something wet and thick oozed into his passage. His walls squeezed and contracted tightly in his attempt to stop the penetration, but inch by inch he was forced to spread open around the girth. He writhed and jerked hard against the hold of his horns, but his only answer came in a yank that forced his chin downwards and his body back.

Nathan squalled out as the hardened cock drove into him in a forceful slick line. His fingers dug into the dirt beneath him while his walls quivered and his jaw spread open wide. A hot gush of precum oozed into his body before the hips jerked back again. The heavy smooth shaft rubbed and caressed through his body in such a way that the fat glans pushed through a spot inside of him that made his stomach tense up. He wanted to cry, to scream, to cuss and protest what was happening, but the breath was driven out of his lungs by the next powerful thrust that hammered his hips forward and he felt the swollen orbs at the base grinding against his pucker and forcing it open before it yanked back again and slipped outwards.

The dragon watched as he saw a flash of crimson before the tip caught right along his passage and suddenly the glans popped free. The entire heavy cock dropped down into his view so he could see the throbbing head and the vein latticed spire. He was barely able to look at it all before the gator removed a hand from his horn and cupped beneath the base and cupped under his tip to guide it up beneath his still spread tail. A soft whimper broke out from between his lips.

"Tha's right darlin', see yer Master fuckin' ya... Just like ya fucked all them girls o' mine." The gator snarled as Nathan's tail dropped down.

He didn't try to cover himself again. The cock pushed up against his pucker and then plunged forward to impale him so that every last hard inch stabbed into his body. His inner walls clamped down and squeezed tightly around it. Some part of him trembled at the sensation of being controlled and dominated. The sensation of his tender passage being strained open almost painfully wide was coupled with a dark sort of pleasure as he had no choice in the matter. He was forced to accept the powerful thrusts and the feel of it rubbing through him made his back arch upwards as he spread his jaws open wider and wider. His tongue lolled out as the hips began to give short rough stabs against him that forced the slippery precum in deep at the apex of each and every thrust.

Because of the way his head was forced to look beneath his belly, he was forced to watch as his glistening black cock tip started to push free of his own slit. The glistening tapered shaft slowly inched itself out and spread his slit while the hips stabbed forward and the thickened orbs at the base pushed and wedged into his passage with lewd squelching noises that forced out the slimy dollops of precum. Nathan swallowed and tried to stop himself from giving into the small voice in his mind that savored the feel of being forced to accept someone more powerful than him. The pressure shoved down against the rise of his back as the hips slammed forward again and his hips were forced up upwards as his ridged cock pushed out of his sheath entirely.

"Please.." he gasped out and jerked his head back. The hold on his horn relinquished, but it wasn't an improvement. He was able to jerk his head back, but the hands moved to grip roughly at his hips and forced him back so every last inch of his hard cock plunged into his tight passage.

"Please what, darlin'?" The gator snarled out and the cock pulsed and flung out a hot splash of precum into his body. "Say it.."

The large muzzle dropped down to press against the curve of his head before whispering out hotly, "Say what I am ta ya. Scream it out, darlin'..."

"D-don't make me.." He let out a rough groan as the hips slowly pulled outwards and the dragon's walls clamped down roughly around the glistening red shaft in protest. "Please..."

"Say it.." The gator's hot large tongue flicked out to run along his neck. One of the hands on his hip moved to cup right along Nathan's cock and gave it a squeeze. "Say why yer hard an' tremblin', say what Ah am.."

"Please... m-master.." The words spilled from Nathan's throat as the hips gave as low rolling push inwards that made him cry out. "MASTER!"

The moment the word escaped his muzzle he knew he couldn't take it back. It had exploded in a whimpering burst of noise that was far too loud. The gator's rumble of laughter was his only response as the hips started to push in short hard movements. The broad chest shoved down against his back so he was pinned down on all fours and forced to take every hard inch into his body. His passage ached and contracted tightly, but at the same time his own cock was drooling out precum and throbbing against the underside of his belly. The wet strands splashed against his chest and hit against his shirt so that it left dark stains. He didn't care. He couldn't care. All that mattered was the feel of the powerful male that hammered in short hard bucks that rocked his own red form forward.

The tongue curled along the back of his neck in a slimy stroke while Nathan squeezed his eyes shut and his breath caught in his throat. He couldn't be enjoying this, this couldn't be him, it couldn't be happening. He kept trying to repeat those words, but they were lost as he let out a short snarling cry while he arched his back and pushed back against the gator. The short movements let him feel the swollen base as it forced itself inside of him and the tip plunged in deep. The scaled hips cupped right against his own as the throbbing girth rubbed over the spot deep inside of him. Over and over again it stroked and tugged to the point that he felt his body shuddering and his muscles tensing along the curve of his belly.

Oh godnopleaseI'm not gonna... The words ran together as he thought them, but they meant nothing. Nothing at all.

The drake screeched out as the hips plunged forward again and his cock stiffened against his belly. The pleasure ripped through him as the first bubbling rope of cum erupted from the tip of his dark shaft. He could feel the heat hitting against his shirt as his hips gave helpless bucks back and forth while pushed and bucked against his Master. The powerful reptile only continued to work his hips in powerful slams that slapped against him, but it only lasted for a few short moments. A massive set of jaws closed down around the back of his neck as his rippling and clutching passage was impaled one last time. The gator's cock swelled open wider and wider so that he was forced open just that much for and the swollen orbs at the base strained him open almost painfully wide.

Nathan's jaws gaped open in a silent scream as he felt the hot creamy cum erupting into her passage with a pressured was that violated his passage. His body trembled and jerked, but the weight forced him to hold still as he was seeded. Each and every throb flung out more of the thick seed while his walls clamped down and started to pulse and milk around the too thick girth. The sharp teeth dented in his scales as a hiss hit against the back of his neck and the hips gave a short final thrust. The movement stirred the goopy seed that oozed into him until some of it was forced out to stain his inner thighs. A testament that he had been taken, used, violated and 'bred'. He didn't even stir as the jaws lifted up from the back of his neck.

"Say goodnigh', darlin'. Time ta start repayin' yer debt." The voice hissed in his ear before there was a hot puff of air and herbs hit him full in the face. The last thing he knew was the scent of cinnamon and the feel of fire.

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Nathan came back to himself to the sound of soft music and something rubbing beneath the curve of his chin. The touch was light, but insistent. The rest of the world was patterned with female voices and laughter. He stirred slowly and the hand that rubbed his chin paused and then lifted his head up so that lights seem to blossom behind his closed eyes. He muttered and tried to pull himself from sleep, but everything in him wanted to curl back up into dreams. He started to fall back into the blackness, but was stirred awake by a strange and intrusive touch that forced his legs open and fingers curled upwards to stroke his genital slit with a rub that made his back arch and he jerked away with a startled cry.

His body jerked back against a broad form and the fingers curled inwards against his slit to force another shudder to run through his body. His eyes opened and he looked around wildly as he stared at a classic living room, save there were more couches then he had ever seen in a single room. The television had been turned on, but it played music instead of a show and his body was sprawled on the couch set in front of it. He tried to get a clue on where he was, but his mind didn't focus on that, it was wrapped up in the sensation of the fingers that pushed upwards and forced his slit open and made stomach tense up slightly. He tried to scramble back, but instead of hitting more couch or even the person behind him, he hit empty air and fell onto the ground with a cry.

"Oh darlin', don't got runnin' away now." The gator's voice purred and Nathan glanced up wildly to see the nude creature stretched out with his gold eyes glinting. "Just gettin' good.."

As he watched, the creature lifted his fingers and curled a tongue over the top two digits that gleamed wetly and he made a show of cleaning them off while he gaped. What the hell? Wasn't his humiliation in the park enough? He pushed himself up and rolled over a little unsteadily so that he went to all fours and heard a burst of feminine laughter spilling out from one section of the room. He lifted his head to glare at them and had to twist his upper body to find the source of the laughter. He'd meant to snap at out them or at least figure out who else was in the room, but the words died on his lips as he stared down and found his chest holding a soft supple set of breasts tipped with pale gold nipples. His jaw parted a little in shock and he yelped out before rolling over and scrambling backwards to look down to where his genital slit was. The slit that had been snug and ready to house his internal member, but he stared down to find a soft set of puffy folds that glistened wetly. They were the wrong shape.

Before he... oh gods, no she. She was a dragoness. Before she could scream out, the thick hand of the gator reached down and cupped her beneath the chin before turning her so that she was facing him. She trembled and swallowed roughly as the digits, still damp with his saliva and her arousal, rubbed up along her cheek. The familiar scent of him clung to her nose as his other hand dropped down and gripped the scruff of the neck before hauling her back up onto the couch. She felt like a pet as she was dropped into his lap and her body continued to tremble.

"Now now, let's not be gettin' all worked up. Yer the one that made m'girls miss out payin' me an' stealin' there hard earned money." The male rumbled and moved his hand down to cup against Nathan's loins so that she whimpered out. "So ya'll earn it back the way they earn their money an' ain't no use stammerin' an' squealin'. M'Pap's tricks are solid an' worked real well once ya started pantin' fer me."

"I-I.. b-but I have money!" Nathan got the words out and the fingers on the back of her neck flexed and gripped harder as she felt the finger massaging the outer lips she'd been gifted with.

"Oh no doubt, darlin', but no humility. Ya learn some o' that an' maybe I'll be lettin' ya go." The gator drawled. "'Til then, yer gonna stay with yer Master an' earn yer feed. Jus' like all m'girls do."

"This isn't fair!" She wailed the words and they ended in a yelp as she felt a thick scaled finger pushing right over a spot in her folds. Oh god, her clit, he was rubbing her clit!! She swallowed as her mouth went dry.

"Aye it is, ya want this ya know.." The gator murmured and started to rub the tender nub back and forth. "Big drake runnin' a business is always bein' in charge. Gotta keep on the help an' work late an' figure out how ta keep the place runnin'. Hard life that. Never gettin' a chance ta just stop thinkin' and enjoyin' life, eh? That's why ya came here, eh? Tired o' bein' everyones boss an' supposed ta have all the answers."

As he spoke the finger slowly worked back and forth in a place Nathan had never had, never experienced. The touch was almost gentle as it rubbed back and forth, but most of all it made her entire body tense up in pleasure. It was nothing like feeling someone hold her cock, instead it made her stomach heat up and she found herself panting softly as she squirmed forward. The moment she did he rewarded her with a slightly quicker speed that had her back arched as she listened to him speak softly in her ear. The smooth words rolled through her as she swallowed and muffled a whimper.

"I.. I guess.." She managed and the former drake stifled a groan as the finger dropped down and curled upwards to nudge her opening.

"That's right an' ya don't gotta think here. Just gotta do what Ah say an' ya'll will always be fed an' housed an' cared fer. So easy, ain't it? Jus' listenin' to me.." The gator licked her neck with a hot swipe of her warm tongue and she fluttered her eyes closed.

Was it that easy? Was it really that easy as to give up all responsibility and listen to the big brute and do what he said? Part of her balked at the idea, but as the finger pushed upwards and she felt muscles she had never possessed being caressed and spread open the rest of her caved. Her legs slipped to either side of his hips as he pushed his digit upwards and forced her walls open. Her fingers moved up to press against his chest and she let out a harsh whimpering cry as the digit curled forward and fluttered against a spot within her rippling passage that made her tail jerk behind her.

"Easy.. s-so easy.." She breathed out and tucked her chin down slightly. When she opened her eyes she briefly spotted a white scaled form lounging and watching her from a point behind the gator. But she didn't concentrate on that sight. Instead she jerked as the finger tugged itself free from her passage.

"That's right, darlin', everythin' ya ever need is right here." The Master rumbled and his hand came up so that her own juices were rubbed over her muzzle. The slippery wetness spread along the edges of her lips with a sweet scent that made her body stiffen. "An' ya just gotta do one thing.."

"What.." She felt flushed, hot, and uncertain of herself. Her mind slowed down to a crawl as she couldn't keep her attention on anything but the pulsing feel of her heart beat against her chest.

The Master moved his hands down and gripped her hips before hauling her up. The powerful arms rippled with muscles as she was raised up and her legs were forced apart by the broadness of his hips. She didn't know what he intended until she felt something slippery, hot and thick grazing over her already wet slit. The cock tip nudged against her folds lightly as she struggled to get her knees beneath her and found her muzzle almost touching the broad gator's. His eyes glittered with laughter as his hands dropped to cup the firm roundness of her ass and gave a squeeze.

"Give yerself ta me. Show me ya want ta be taken care of, show me ya want ta ferget havin' to be in charge, be in control, be everyones bitch to watch over them." The Master purred the words out as she felt the near feverish heat of the reptilian cock rubbing against her outer folds. "Take the name Natasha an' ya'll get everything ya ever dreamed."

Nathan felt frozen at the implications. She could feel the wet precum clinging to her folds as the gator remained firmly pressed against her and whispered his offer. She knew what he meant, she even knew that she should turn and run. She knew many things, but none of them seemed to matter as she drew in the, now, familiar male scent on the air and felt the heat of him pushed just against her entrance. Her heart was pounding, her body tense and his hands kneaded right against her rump cheeks. He acted as if he could wait forever for her to make the move, because it would be HER move. No one would force her to impale herself on the gator's cock or accept his offer.

Natasha drew in a breath and trembled as she let her weight press down into the paws that gripped her ass cheeks. Her soft outer lips spread open around the swollen tip and she let out a muffled gasp as the heat started to pry open a place she'd never had. She squeezed her eyes shut as the slippery girth slipped inwards and started to spread her open wider and wider. The head pushed up and held outside of her for a moment just by virtue of the tightness of her virginal form, but as her weight bowed the heavy cock it slipped inwards. She heard the wet popping noise before the cock tip rubbed along her passage and found places she had never possessed to stroke through. The silken inner passage clamped down hard as inch by inch she was lowered into her Master's lap. His fingers kneaded against her rump and pulled downwards just as his hips rolled up.

It was too much! It was too thick, too big! She could feel her outer lips spreading into a lewd O to encircle him as he forced her wetness out around him as he claimed her. The oozing precum marred her while she stifled a yelping moan when her hips settled down against him and the swollen head shoved right up against her egg chamber. Her walls quivered and contracted as she felt every inch of him, every vein and bump that ran his length while he held still and let her tremble in his lap. She tucked her chin and down tried to catch her breath. It felt... good. It felt so terribly good as the drake's hands squeezed her hips and the throbbing spire drooled out copious amounts of preseed inside of her. And it felt even better when he took control and pulled her upwards and drew his cock backwards.

Her walls clamped down tightly enough that she heard him snarl before dropping her again so that she impaled herself. Her legs trembled and she landed in his lap with a short hard groan before the head dimpled in the barrier of her egg chamber, only to have him repeat it. She didn't want him to stop, but at the same time she wanted him to take control. Her breath came out in a hiss as he dropped her a third time and his hips rolled upwards. At first she thought he was only grinding inside of her, but his hands moved to cup the small of her back as his entire body rolled over and took her with him. She squealed out as she was pushed onto her back on the couch with her upper body resting against the arm and his body loomed over her.

"Watch girl, Ah want ya to watch while Ah fuck ya." Her master rumbled down at her before he gripped her ankles and forced them up in the air.

"Y-yes," She gasped out and then yelped as his hips slapped forward and heard him snarl. "Yes, Master!"

The pleased purr answered her and she looked down the line of her feminine body before gulping at the sight of her sex. It was yawned open and stretched around his base as he pulled backwards. The outer lips tugged taut around him as he nearly pulled his entire shaft free. She could see every fat inch of him glistening and clinging with strands of their shared wetness before his hips drove forward and he impaled her again. Her back was shoved up hard against the arm of the chair before he started to pull back again. Her eyes locked on the sight while his form arched with each thrust that hammered her backwards and forced her inner lips in on themselves while she engulfed him.

His slippery girth pulled and stimulated her body, it rubbed and tugged places that made her arch upwards in pleasure. When had she ever felt like this? When had she ever given up such control? His hands gripped her ankles in a steel like grip as he kept her in place and used her thoroughly. Every hint of her virginity was taken as his cock seemed to find new places to leak preseed onto or rub past. At the apex of each thrust the blunt crown shoved itself against her cervix before pulling backwards again. Their shared wetness was forced out and as her hips were pushed higher in the air she saw the viscous liquid clinging to the scales of her lower belly. Through it all Natasha let out ragged cries of pleasure and pushed her body to meet him.

Her lips curled back in a grimace as the bull gator began to hammer himself in brutal hard strokes. His hips slapped up against her own as the orbs at the base slipped in and out with lewd squelching noises as his head tucked down slightly. She tore her eyes away from the sight and concentrated on the way her muscles started to tense up. Her walls clenched down and squeezed tightly enough that she felt him struggling to force himself inwards or pull himself out. She moved her hands up and gripped his hips in a desperate hold as he drove himself forward again and her walls spasmed one last time. She tipped her head back and a high pitched feminine cry erupted from her lips as her walls began to pulse and contract in milking movements.

She suckled around his girth, she squeezed and pulled around him as the last of Natasha's inhibitions slipped away and she gave herself over to the pounding need of her body. Her Master's weight suddenly pushed over her and she wrapped her legs around him as he gave a final buck that forced her up hard against the arm rest. His cock spread open to the point she felt the cone of his urethra pushing snugly against her egg chamber before her erupted within her. The thick heavy semen flooded out into her milking body and was pulled in deeper as she squeezed down around the pulsing dick. The orbs flexed as he emptied himself and the pearly dollops flowed ever deeper while she trembled and clutched him to her. Her breath caught in her throat when his hips gave a firm grind forward and finally settled against her as the cum continued to ooze out slowly.

It could have been minutes, it could have been seconds, it could have been hours before either of them really moved again. Natasha lost track of time as she floated in a golden edged haze of pleasure and was left shaking beneath the powerful male's weight. A part of her that she knew she had once had no longer seemed so important, it flowed away to sleep as her Master murmured words in her ears. At the last he pushed himself up and gripped one of her horns so she was forced to look down her body. She watched the blood red cock drawing from her slowly. The flesh softened as it pulled and tugged out of her trembling form.

At last the tip popped out with a wet noise before a thick ooze of seed erupted from her and coated the underside of her tail. Her walls clenched down and she watched as more was pushed out. The thick goopy stuff clung in strands to the tip of his cock as the Master leaned back on his knees and watched her. The alligator's smile broadened as she glanced up at him and then away, but her eyes returned to the soften drooling cock that rested against his inner thigh. Her own wetness slimed over it and oozed towards the tip as he relaxed.

"First lessen girl, the Masters cum ain't ta be wasted. Bring yer muzzle over and clean it up." The Master rumbled out and she flushed hotly.

The newly made dragoness pushed herself up with a slight wince at her sore folds and one of the gator's hands moved to tug her horn to force her on all fours. Her lips dropped down to scent herself and his own musk before she flicked her tongue up and started to gather up the thick seed that had clung there. The taste of it melted on her tongue as she licked her way upwards with a slow powerful stroke. She only stopped when she felt something hot tickle her folds and a hot long tongue uncurled to lick right over her sore oozing lips. She jerked her head up slightly and saw the white dragoness kneeling down behind her as the broad tongue started to bathe and clean the cum from her lips. Natasha flushed before leaning down and wrapping her lips over the tip of the Master's cock and started to suck him clean.

His large paws moved down and cupped right against the curve of her rump cheeks and gave a light squeeze against it. The powerful flexes forced them open wide so that the dragoness could work her tongue along Natasha's quivering folds. She arched her hips upwards and pushed back to grind against the muzzle while the tongue started to move in slow powerful strokes. Each one pushed between her slightly sore folds and pushed their way right up against the inner folds. The tongue soon pushed it's way into her and worked in steady curls that rubbed up along the inner passage before scooping up the thick heavy drops of seed. She whimpered softly as she felt the hot puff of breath that panted out shallowly and made her push her hips up higher.

The gator caressed upwards and rubbed along her shoulders as he groped and fondled here. The light rub of the thumb rubbed itself along the curve of her shoulders before moving to grip the back of her neck. She flicked her tongue out and curled itself right beneath the base of the shaft and pulled upwards. The salty taste was familiar and seemed to melt on her tongue as she swallowed and tried to suck it down. The newly made dragoness moved her hand down to hold against the edges of her Master's hips. Her lips spared and cupped around the tip with her tongue pushing upwards to rub beneath it. Her nostrils flared a little and she let out a breath before it was stifled by the gator's hips rolling forward.

In by inch the shaft plunged into her muzzle. Her slender jaws spread open wide as she gulped and worked around it. The sound of her Master's rumble of pleasure was blended with the hot wet sounds of the dragoness who cleaned her own passage. Her world... was no longer what she expected of it. Her world had been remade. And she wasn't sure she could ever turn back again. She had fallen too far.

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Two Month's Later

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Skize snarled out and dug his hands hard into the female beneath him as he drove every last ribbed inch of his cock into her quivering passage. The walls squeezed down around him so tightly that he nearly screamed out as he kept her pinned beneath him. His cock swelled slightly as he let the orgasm rush over him and the first hot rush of his seed splashed into the whore beneath him. He didn't bother with a condom, he didn't bother with anything except her hot slippery walls massaging and milking around him as she cried out and her body jerked up to grind against his hips. He could feel the smooth muscles caressing him and coaxing more out until he jerked forward and wedged his tip right into her egg chamber and had the fierce pleasure of the next thick glob erupting into it. Damn shame the whores were on pills to keep them from being fertile.

"Damn.." He panted out after several moments and slapped a hand against her ass. "Jesus, you're a sweet bit of ass..."

He rubbed the rump cheek lightly before he grunted and pulled backwards. The onyx shaft tugged it's way free slowly as her walls quivered and seemed to try and hold him deep inside. He finally gripped her tail and pulled her forward as he yanked back and his tip popped free. He licked his lips at the sight her glistening used folds and gave her another firm grope before dropping back into the chair and letting her stand up. It wasn't often he bought a whore, but damn if she wasn't worth every penny. He'd had her bent over and leaned against the wall before they'd even made the bed. It wasn't often he got to treat himself and he'd had stress to release.

"Thank you, sir." She chirped and stood up with a coy smile. "You paid for the whole hour, I should be happy to make sure you are properly tended."

Skize chuckled low in his throat as the prostitute turned and promptly dropped down to her knees in front of him and started to nuzzle against his spent cock. Her hot tongue flicked out and greedily started to lick along the tip and work in slow strokes to scrape the slickness from him. Her throat vibrated in a purr as she used her hand to hold him up and she worked over him like someone with an icecream cone that melted too fast. Her strokes were fast and fluttering as they kept pushing the mess upwards towards his tip and occasionally swiped it off.

"Mmmph good girl, ahh... gods I needed this.." He sank down and kept his hand resting behind her head while her tongue swirled along his tip. "Hated this whole damn trip."

"I hope.. mmm.. I made it better, sir.." She purred between strokes of her tongue. "I hope I made it.. pleasurable..."

"That you did.." He leaned back and parted his legs so that her lips could work down lower and he leaned his head back with a rough groan.

He had arrived in New Orleans well over a month ago and the entire time he had been here it had been a nightmare. He'd had the full authority of his brother's business behind him and more high priced lawyers then he could count, but the police continued to find nothing. Nothing at all. Every day was another lead that led to no where, every week he drank himself silly in an attempt to forget. He had no idea where Nathan was, he had no idea if his brother was alive, dead, run away or hurt. No one had heard anything from the time he had last been seen at his hotel. It was as if he had walked into the river and disappeared. And not even that! The New Orleans PD had dragged the river the second day he'd been down here and on their asses.

The familiar tension started to build in him, but was chased away as a hot velvety mouth wrapped itself right around his tip and started suckle in slow pulling movements. He hissed out and arched his back before leaning his head back with a groan of pleasure. Inch by inch she sucked him into that talented hot muzzle of hers and he felt her tongue coiling around him. The girl swallowed his dick until he could feel the tip shoved right into her throat and she convulsively swallowed around him to the point he started to harden again before she began to pull back. He glanced down to see her lips curled up in a smile as she tugged his tip free.

"Mmm hours up, sir." She made a show of running her tongue along the narrow muzzle. "Unless you'd like another?"

"Damn you, girl." He growled and raised his brow. "I suppose one hour won't break my bank, hm... ah..." He trailed off in embarrassment as he realized he hadn't even asked the whore's name before he'd dragged her back.

"Natasha, sir, and I'd love another hour with you." She added a purr to her voice before licking over his tip again. Her eyes rolled up towards him with her lips quirked up in a wicked sinful smile.

Damn, he almost felt bad he was going to stiff her on payment. But one never paid a whore if you could get away with it. Nathan had taught him that much and he wasn't about to empty the companies funds into paying for sex.

"How about you lift that tail and let me have a chance at that tailhole, girl." He growled and gave a mock snarl as he regarded her red scaled tail. No, no matter how pretty the whore, one did not pay for sex. Half the fun was in finding a way out of the bill, after all.