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S: Sargon checks the clock as the red dragoness steps past him toward the door. He just finished a shoot with her... one that had her spreading her vent for an adult magazine piece. The shooting had gone over time and the next girl was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago. He huffs a bit of smoke from his nostrils. He has a tight schedule to keep! Where is she? He checks a clipboard to make sure what this one is about. Not a pornographic shot this time... but not far off. He's doing a product shot of a skimpy dress, and the model is a new find on her first job. The agent assured him she would be great despite her lack of experience. Well, greatness apparently includes tardiness. He huffed another annoyed bout of smoke.

D: "Oh! 'Scuse me!" Exclaimed the black female as she sidestepped one of the lighting workers, the bipedal reptile's eyes glued to her sleek attractive frame until a holler from one of the other workers snapped him out of it. She was wearing the company's form-fitting undergarments with easy-remove straps covered by a delightful flowing semi-transparent piece of red silk fabric that draped pleasantly over the curvature of her form. With a bit of a smile she ducked her head and made quick work of the last leg of her journey. The cuffs of polished silver and platinum accents that she wore around her ankles sparkled marvelously while the emeralds dangling from her horns complimented her green eyes nicely. Her scales were smooth and polished, nails manicured to perfection with a killer snout that was to die for. The studio saw its share of hot girls so to most she was just more flesh for the camera but the agent had been quite right in his assessment of her looks; she made quite a pretty face.

S: Sargon looks up to see the black dragoness stepping onto his set. "Finally. Where have you been? No, never mind. We need to get started 10 minutes ago!" He gestures with a fore paw to the area he wanted her to go. It's a platform which has been draped with starkly white sheets over various large bulbous shapes. It all looks quite soft, and it is. "Hurry up! Lie down there, and let's get started." He starts fiddling with the camera after adjusting a couple of the lights and turning another one on. "Do you have a name?" It's written on his clipboard somewhere, but he can't be bothered to find it. Sargon, for his part, is wearing a black robe of fine fabric. It is utilitarian in purpose to avoid reflections, but its styling is actually quite pleasing to the eye.

D: "Sorry sorry!" She dances delicately on her four paws, taking up a spot on the large push surface. "They set me up with a size too large and had to fetch an appropriate pair of panties." Despite the obvious urgency in the large drake's tone, the young female took her time, sprawling herself out in a delightful pose as the camera shutter began almost immediately. First lying pleasantly on her flank, the black dragoness gently trailed her talon tips up her thigh, easing the fabric back slowly to expose more and more of herself before answering. "Its Dracasis." She prrrummed softly in response. "And yours is hopefully Sargon otherwise I may be posing for the wrong cameradrake." She chuckled, lowering her snout slightly to the side with a seductive grin aimed at the camera.

S: The other workers finish putting up the last lights as Sargon starts shooting even before they're done. Once the last light is in place, the blue dragon gestures to them to exit. He always works with the model alone, and they seem accustomed to this as they retreat from the studio. The photographer seems to relax more now as he's gotten started. And as she slides more of the drape away, he starts to really look at the young female for the first time. The agent wasn't lying about how pretty she was. The red dragoness was pretty too, but not as much as this one. It's too bad because the really good lookers generally won't do porn shots. The magazine would pay quite a lot for a dragoness like this one. "Slip out of the silk drape and then curl it around your wings. Lay down lower... no... lower. There like that. Now move your higher leg forward a bit. Curl your tail."

D: She follows the directions she's given flawlessly, adding her own little hints of flare here and there but nothing overly dramatic. The cloth looks good on her wings, body sprawled out in a provocative but not dirty manner and tail arched to the side some. She gives a saucy little growl and bends her body quite nicely, the power and sleek figure accented delightfully in this pose. "Don't know how Charlie talked me into this whole thing but it's not as bad as my mind made it out to be." She grinned and rolled her body into a pose in the opposite direction giving the round lenses shots of her other side while making little adjustments. "So what do you think, these going to make it in?" She rumbled, "Or do you need a new pose?"

S: "He probably offered you a lot of money." The blue dragon rumbles, seamlessly answering her question as he takes another series of shots, moving the camera to pan along her side. "These are pretty good. But I'm sure you've seen this company's ads. They look to push risqué, and they've asked for that. They'll pay more for the shots if you're willing to tease the camera a little more." He gestures to one of the larger shaped pillowy mounds. "Lay your belly over that, set your hind legs apart, and arch your tail." As he says this, he's lower the tripod well down to produce an upward shot from floor level.

D: She giggles attractively and rolls over in an exaggerated fashion before standing and saunters over toward the outcropping and sprawls out, sliding her body luxuriously up against it. Following the photographer's directions she steps her hinds apart and lifts her tail up and to the side showing off her clothed undertail for a few shots before she whips the loose silken fabric off her wing and cradles her tail with it, pulling her tail up a little further and curls her head back making a hot little kiss and flick of her tongue at the camera. She'd have to admit she was having more fun with this job than anticipated. He'd been correct in his assessment- the money was good and she was hurting for funds but the offer of discreetly showing off her body to the public was something she had to wean herself into. Having always been a bit on the shy side, the privacy Sargon's private booth offered was greatly appreciated, regardless of whether he knew that or not.

S: Sargon takes a moment to just take a breath as she flickers her tongue, missing it for a moment and making her do it again so he can catch it this time. The photo shoot with that red dragoness had gotten him quite hard under his robes and this wasn't making it any easier for him. "That's good. Now reach back and pull against the edges of the panties with your fore claws to make it taut. Show them how translucent it can be..." He asks this knowing that it may be too risqué even for his client, but they may well go for it. But moreover, if she's willing to go that far, maybe he's got another gig for her...

D: She'd purposefully avoided setting any expectations for this shoot since it was her first. She'd been assured she'd keep her modesty covered but that it could involve a measure of lewd poses and teasing angles which she was fine with. Not that the pretty female would be totally against showing a bit of skin but that didn't seem like a good first step. At the moment though she was having too much fun being encouraged and directed by a professional to consider other implications of his request. Spreading her toe claws out to get a good grip, she kept her head and neck curled against the ground playfully sliding her paws down her tummy and along her inner thighs, first stretching her own body out some before sliding a claw talons in beneath the fabric and easing them apart, straining the fabric some. She gave a similar growly lewd glance as the camera clicked several times, taking in the picture of her nearly-exposed feminine anatomy.

S: Sargon watches as the fabric is stretched until it is quite a bit more translucent... and pulled taut to show the shape of the vent beneath it as well. Even it's pinkish color is hinted at through the drawn fabric now. He moves the camera about, getting various angles and croppings. "Lovely... absolutely lovely." Was that a hint of moisture darkening the fabric? And is she a little reddish under her tail? It's hard to tell as the fabric is red itself. "Now there's another gig I can sell to as well. There will be triple pay in it for you from this company... if you'll slowly pull those panties down for the camera..."

D: Keeping her composure at the sound of that praise was hard to do, managing to channel it into a nice lovely little seductive grin for the final pictures. Very satisfied with herself thus far, her ego gets another little boost at the mention of triple pay for a more lewd shot. Who would pay three times her cost for a lingerie shot? Then the mention of revealing herself explains it. There's a little nip of hesitation but not only is she having a ton of fun showing off her body but it seems she's quite readily accepted and desired as a model. Aww fuck it, why not! Curling that long slender tail up over her backside, the pretty female purrrs at her cameraman and with a deft little stroke of her mobile tip, unhinges the tailstrap holding her undergarment to that thick rear appendage- going slow to give him time to shoot how he wants. Reaching a paw up, she plants and grips her rump some, tugging the muscular area taunt as her tail dose the work of ever so slowly drawing her panties down a few inches at a slant. The straps fall away as the delicate fabric bunches up out of the way, revealing the lush folds of her naked vent. She growls and curls her tongue up along the side of her snout in a very hot gesture. If he were aroused before, the peeking pink folds of her succulent inner flesh must be doing quite a number on the big blue male.

S: The blue dragon smiles toothily behind his camera. He'll pay her triple for this while he takes ten times the price of the other shots on top of it all. All for getting some nice clear shots of that bare vent. "Good. Very good. Now... hind legs a little wider..." He grasps each of her hind paws in turn and guides them to where he wants you to set them, and then he pulls up on her tail to demonstrate the arch he wants held. He takes another series of shots. "Just think of all the male dragons who will be looking at your lovely vent. Does it excite you?" He brushes his fore paw over her undertail, rubbing his underpads over her vent to pet it slowly before parting his digits to spread her netherlips. "Now don't move." He lets go, leaving those netherlips spread open slightly as he draws his claw away and takes more flash shots. "That's right... let them see deep inside..."

D: She rumbles and lifts her head off the ground, arching her neck and spine up proudly, giving off an almost regal quality with her adornments while giving a lewd semi-shy glance over her wingshoulder. She keeps her body posed, a soft huff escaping her nose as she's touched and teased with those words, the ever so light blush on her cheeks as he immortalizes her vent on film. Having started this photo shoot expecting to keep her clothing still on to- not only showing her pussy to a complete stranger, but having her undertail stroked comes as a bit of revelation. However, nothing invasive has happened, so far its professional work- yes that's it she assures herself. Sargon dose work with porn stars and naked models all the time, this must be just something he typically dose. She shows off those succulent tender insides to both the large blue drake and the thousands more who will end up taking notice of her stunning form from the magazine she'll be sold to.

She murmurs softly, keeping that tail up and pleasantly to the side. "A little I suppose..." She says cautiously though the lenses tells a different story- by the time it's done catching her vent from all the most pleasing angles she's got a fine glossy sheen that encourages the big male to take just a few more. Of her own accord, the pretty girl closes her eyes and slides her manicured talons in along her belly and up under the half-disrobed undergarments, taking hold of each side of her sex and holds it open. She doesn't touch and caress herself or anything, not wanting to go too pornographic with this even if there's a little voyeur in the back of her mind wanting her to scratch that 'itch' in front of this big sexy male.

S: The blue dragon rumbles as he works with the camera, burning a lot of shots now. "That's very good. Absolutely beautiful. You're doing great." He sets the camera aside for a moment and just looks over her vent, drawing his snout in close to sniff at it. "Now, we need some nice wet shots for the magazine. So you need to get very excited. Can you do that for me?" He pushes his snout against that pretty undertail and lets out his forked tongue to rub directly over the lips of her vent quite deliberately. "You need to get very wet for the camera to earn your triple pay." And with that, he presses his lips to her netherlips and kisses deeply under the arched tail as he works his tongue along the surface... wedging that tender vent this way and that with his warm wet appendage.

D: The young female looks very pleased with herself from the additional praise. Things seem to be moving along fantastically- far better than she expected though she guessed at least some of it was her flexibility. She wasn't even under contract at the moment either so this was great exposure... no pun intended. She looked back over her shoulder with a touch of uncertainty, both from the feeling of the large blue drake's snout so close she could feel his warm breath tickling her sensitive vent and from the mention of a wet-shot. A soft squeak emanates from her throat at the feel of that soft smooth tongue grazing over her folds, lifting a forepaw to her chest with a bit of uncertainty. Okay... this could still be considered professional- she tries to rationalize, still...! She hisses, as the level of intimate contact skyrockets at feeling her swollen succulent gender being kissed and invaded. Her toeclaws tighten a little from both a bit of antsyness and the delightful stimulation as her already hot, stimulated insides are probed by that skillful tongue. She bites her lower lips as he takes liberties with her body and, oddly enough, she seems to be letting him. The feeling of that powerful appendage rolling around the snug tunnel of her ripe vaginal canal dose just the trick though, the light beading moisture clinging to the folds of her flesh soon being brought up to thin sticky rivulets of her glorious glossy nectar.

S: Sargon smiles inwardly as this new model seems so willing to do whatever he tells her. He's accustomed to being turned down... but how will he know how far a model is willing to go if he doesn't ask? And besides, it's led to having models under his belly more than once. He draws back his tongue, tasting her on it as he returns to the camera and flashes more pictures of her now dribbling vent. "Oh, that's excellent. Just perfect. There... spread your netherlips- just like that... good girl..." He sets the camera down and starts sliding off his robe... letting it slip down past his scales. His hefty grey hemipenes are jutting from beneath his belly as he draws himself up, setting his fore claws on her haunches. "Now we need some good shots with cum dripping out of your vent. Are you ready?" He sets a larger blue scaled hind paw behind each of her own as he grasps his right hemipene and nestles its bare tip against her vent. "You are on birth control, right?"

D: The flush of heat surges through her frame as she tries her best not to moan or shiver or both from the intense exhilarating uncertainty. She just takes a deep breath to calm her overexcited nerves, letting the skilled male work her over before pulling away. The fact that his chin glistens with her fluids makes her blush all the more, that aspect of innocent indulgence caught quite nicely on camera as she firmly strokes the edges of her now empty, tingling slit before holding herself open. Getting a little creative, she drapes the end of the all-but-forgotten silk fabric over her curved tail, teasingly hiding herself from view before drawing the soft cloth ticklishly over her nethers. As she removes it completely she catches the big male disrobing as well, hard and aroused with twin shafts jutting out eagerly between his hinds. She huffs, catching herself starring before he moves up into an unmistakable position and tells her the next stage of this photo shoot. She huffs and shakes her head some at the question of being ready but the mention of birth control catches her off guard. Actually she's not come to think of it, that stuff is expensive for a feral but a triple paycheck could get her some... among many other things. The look of uncertainty is plane on her snout but neither has she outright turned him down either. "Oh... no, not yet." She corrects herself, realizing she hadn't actually answered the second question.

S: The photographer dragon doesn't seem particularly concerned as she shakes her head. And then when she mentions not on birth control either, he just chortles a little at that. "Wow. You really aren't prepared for your first modeling session." He shifts his haunches down a little and then forward, wedging the tip of his hemipene between her moistened vent lips. "If you want to get into professional modeling, you're going to have to do it anyway. Even if it means getting knocked up. We need this shot above all the others." As he speaks, he's wedging more of his length inside that soft smooth slit beneath her tail, settling his weight atop her body and starts slowly thrusting in and out... taking liberties with the model beneath him.

D: The slow deliberate intrusion into her hot little hole is as pleasant as the look of conflict written on her features. She lets off a soft little grunt as the big male shows off his endowment by wedge in a bit deeper, the uncertain girl still in that same pose with hinds spread and unclipped panties dangling around her thighs as she's spread around that thick log of dragonflesh. The cameradrake worked ever deeper with each passing moment until there was nothing more to give, her body spread lewdly around a very bare and very virile male. There are a couple after-effect contraceptives she could buy with the spare cash if she got paid within the next day or two, innocently unaware of the fact that it could take up to two weeks to receive her check. Still, the draw of a significant pay increase is enough for her to give in with a meek nod of acceptance, letting the horny male press his flesh deeper into her deliciously unprotected sex. She's a snug wet little hole as he found out earlier but being able to sample her vent with a stiff drakehood is muuuch better than just eating the young model out. Her body bends and conforms perfectly with his as he get down to work nailing the hot black dragoness, a natural porn star if she can just keep herself from getting knocked up...

S: The blue dragon isn't particularly concerned about whether she agrees to it or not as long as she doesn't stop him. But her little nod could make the aftermath easier to deal with. His successful career has had supermodels under his belly fairly regularly. And as he never uses condoms, he's knocked up more than a few of them. The black dragoness beneath him now would be just one more career he ended prematurely with hatchlings. And he really doesn't care. She's pretty but tomorrow will see yet another new pretty dragoness. And if she's no wiser than this one, he'll knock her up, too. This one does feel particularly good though... much better than usual. He finds himself really getting into it as he grinds against her undertail, shoving his thick hemipene into her channel again and again... starting to feel the tension growing in his abdomen.

D: Sprawled out there on the white cushion with her black rump lifted and grey undertail being plowed by the engorged flesh of a healthy male, she takes it without complaint. If anything, after having gotten past the mental barrier of having some random male hammering his cock in and out of her snug luxurious vent without any form of protection fully with the intent of splattering his cum all over her fertile insides, it actually feels pretty good... He certainly knows how to use a dragoness and she's no exception, her smooth silken folds run glossy with her juices making it easy for him to shove in as deep as he wants. Having worked up to a nice firm pace, she can feel the mixture of juices dripping from between her spread thighs, dribbling out of her fertile vent each time he hammers back in, making room for the coming donation. She gets lost in the moment as she's rutted by the large blue drake, unaware that she's being used as little more than a paycheck and a nice coffee break before the next shoot. Her body rocks beneath him as that grey shaft is wedged in good, rubbing the scent of a dominant male all over and inside of her body.

S: Sargon closes his eyes and starts rocking just a little bit harder as he feels the real payoff for this career coming near. Oh, the money is good, certainly. He's a very well known photographer, and he makes quite a bit of money. But the best part is getting to cum inside the most beautiful dragonesses anyone will ever see. He doesn't even get any special thrill out of knocking them up. It just happens sometimes- like a side effect. And then his lawyers have something to do with some of the money he makes. He doubts this one will even get that far, though. This one is all pleasure. And he'll just leave her to raise some new blue dragons. The world could use more like him anyway, he thinks to himself with a toothy smile. Then he shivers as he feels his length throbbing inside her. It feels so good... just a few more strokes inside her... and... the shiver turns into a hard shudder. And the first lance of cum spatters deep into the model to be beneath him. He stays deep inside her... even besides not using any protection, purposefully unloading deep within her. And the pulses just keep coming one after another until there's no room left and its backwashing along his shaft and down the insides of her thighs.

D: The poor naive dragoness lets off a soft grunt each time the large drake shoves in, the soft wet glove of her sex swallowing every inch as he grinds and dig in, finding a nice comfortable spot to dump his load. Her body strains to hold its rather revealing position as she's nailed for the sport of it, the young hen just another tick on the wall to the photographer. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels him firm up and shove in deep, holding himself hilt-deep under her tail with just a slight rock back and forth to encouraged those rich healthy spurts. Thick sticky rivulets of cum thump against her insides casually as the delighted male gets to enjoy the heady sensation of sending his load deep under that thick gorgeous tail in waves. She huffs again, arching her neck back as she feels the copious orgasm begin oozing around her well stuffed snatch. She'd thought it a little odd that if pictures of her freshly fucked vent dripping with cum was what he wanted that he didn't go for a shallower release- now she understood why. Her aching stretched slit twitched, letting off a soft groan as she felt the flood of cum being pumped under her tail finally come to an end, the large blue drake slipping free from her well used pussy lips with a satisfying squelch.

S: Sargon draws back off of her and tends to his camera... taking several pictures of her used vent drooling out his cum. Despite his insistent need for the shots, these pictures aren't to sell to the magazine, of course. He'll put them up on his wall next to the others. It's always nice to have a commemorative piece to remember the exact point when that pretty belly started to swell with a clutch. He takes a deep breath, putting his robe back on. He checks the clock on the wall. The next model is five minutes late!