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[center][b]Mounting the Jockey

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Revakulgr[/b][/center]

Mount and rider strode into the locker room with the cheers of the crowd still ringing in their ears. Rain, the jockey, was absolutely bursting with pride at their win, and Revakulgr could tell that there was more than a little excitement of another kind as well. Winning a hard-run race always got their blood up, and coming in tops of the championship was nearly orgasmic in and of itself. Aside from the further fame and their winnings, the dragon was certainly going to get a further reward for his efforts, whether his rider was willing or not.

Fortunately for her, Rain was rather aware of his intentions, plainly broadcasted by the erect phallus dangling beneath him. She chuckled at him and patted his flank as she removed the riding harness he wore, commenting on his arousal.

“Can't even wait until we hit the showers first, big boy?"

The black-scaled feral grinned in return. “You're lucky I waited this long. I could have taken you in the winner's circle and damn the consequences."

“I don't think the officials would have looked kindly on that. And don't you dare use those claws. You can let me undress myself."

Revakulgr laughed and sat back on his haunches. That [i]had[/i] been his intention, but it was simpler to follow instructions in this case. After all, she wasn't just stripping for him but their unseen audience as well. He took a surreptitious glance around when she turned her back and noted that the cameras had been installed just as he had instructed, giving good angles on the action that was about to take place. He'd have to make sure to keep his tail out of the way, though. He wanted to make sure the money shot was captured perfectly and clearly.

Rain looked back at him over her shoulder and slid the racing coverall down her shoulders, taking her time revealing her tanned skin, which didn't help the dragon's impatience at all. He could hold his peace for a little while longer, though he couldn't help but slip a forelimb down between his legs, stroking at his impressive length while he watched. She paused with the coverall hanging around her waist to discard her sports bra, giving him a glimpse of her small mounds, then bent over to slide the garment down her legs and step out of it, leaving behind her boots as well. And that was more than enough for him.

He prowled forward and set a hand between her shoulders, eliciting a yelp of protest as she was forced to throw her hands out to catch herself on the bench in front of the lockers. Her complaints didn't last long, though. The dragon carefully slipped a claw between her tender flesh and the fabric of her panties before snipping the elastic. He hadn't touched her racing suit, so she couldn't say that he hadn't listened to her. Then his broad tongue slid between her folds, tasting the moisture gathered there and slithering against her clit. He enjoyed the sound of her moan and opened his mouth a little wider, resting his upper fangs against her rump and letting his lower jaw sandwich her pelvis, teasing her with their sharpness while he plunged his tongue into her tunnel.

Rain couldn't help but gasp and quiver in his toothy maw, and it excited him further. They both knew that he could quite easily devour her, but that wouldn't be any fun. Well, it would be for him, but then he'd need a new rider. Instead, he pulled away, leaving her to whine for more. Of course, he didn't leave her whining for long.

He stepped over her, purposefully stroking all fifteen inches of his length against her rear and back, reminding her of just how much larger he really was. It had been several weeks of hard training since she'd last let him take her, ensuring that his frustration would be focused into the race, and he wanted her to remember why it was a bad idea to tease a dragon. He waited until she finally glanced up at him with her own frustration before he pulled back to angle himself correctly and drove inwards.

She had to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle the cry of surprise, not wanting to draw the attention of the staff that waited outside the locker room. It was an adorable but pointless gesture considering the fact that they were being broadcast to hundreds, perhaps thousands, of fans, but he let her keep her illusions for now. Instead, he hooked a foreleg around her hips to add leverage and focused on wedging every last inch he had inside her. Her own arousal helped slick her tunnel, but she still let out another yelp of protest when he forced himself fully into her, grinding the deep violet scales of his pelvis against her rear and letting her feel the swollen size of his pent up balls.

Revakulgr was considerate enough to give her a moment to adjust and take a firm grip on the edge of the bench before he pulled back to drive himself home inside of her once more. She had ridden him hard during the race, and he was most definitely going to return the favor. Making sure to keep his tail high for a clear shot, he drove into her hard and fast, not giving a care for her pleasure aside from any that she might garner naturally. This was [i]his[/i] reward, his prize, and he was going to claim it thoroughly.

Still, he enjoyed the sounds she made, enjoyed knowing that the ridges along the underside of his shaft were drawing out her own pleasure, enjoyed the feel of her clenching around him each time the swell at the base of his shaft spread her nether lips. Of course, just spreading her wasn't going to do, not at all. He shifted his stance, grinding his ridges along the lower wall of her tunnel, purposefully working at her G-spot while his balls tapped at her clit, driving her towards orgasm. He waited until he felt the first trembles of her release before driving himself home fully.

Her eyes shot wide, her jaw dropping, her walls gripping even tighter at him as he swelled to tie with her. And he was not done quite yet. He bore down on her, using both weight and leverage to force her down until her chest rested against the bench, a position that showed his dominance in every way. He continued to pump in short, hard thrusts, holding out for as long as he could, but the tensing of his sack could only be held off for so long. He let out a roar that could probably be heard back in the stands, not caring who knew, and unloaded himself into her womb, filling her with every last drop that she'd forced him to save up.

He waited until his orgasm had tapered off to steady spurts before turning, grinning when she let out another squeal from the feeling of his ridged shaft twisting inside of her. When he stood fully, she let out another yelp, his full height on all fours being greater than hers when folded in half, leaving her dangling from his shaft with nothing but his knot to support her.

“Ah, Rev, c'mon, no fair!" she protested, but then had to muffle another cry when he bounced his hips, sending her into another round of spasms.

“Just making sure that you remember who's in charge here," Revakulgr responded. “And giving our adoring fans their money's worth."

It took a moment for her dazed mind to catch onto his meaning. “What do you mean by that? What... What did you do?"

He strode over to the large screen monitor on the wall by the entrance, currently tuned to the race coverage and displaying their victory lap. A quick change of the channel to one that provided “adult entertainment" gave a very different view, though. He sat back on his haunches, careful not to sit directly on her, and pinned her to the floor with a foreclaw against her breasts, teasing her once more with his talons. She took a look at the screen and was left gaping, able to see herself clearly, knotted and pinned beneath him.

“Oh, you have [i]gotta[/i] be kidding me," she griped, trying to push his forelimb away to cover herself, but he gripped her wrists with his other claw, pulling them up and out of the way to ensure she remained on display.

“Just wait and see what I have planned for later," he growled down at her with a grin.

[center][b]The End[/b][/center]