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"Don't you have some work to do?" Smiling as Azes groped his freshly moisturized and cleaned ass, Hector pressed back into his greedy palms. "You're a legendary blacksmith with a never-ending list of orders to work through. Can you afford to laze about with your muzzle betwixt my cheeks?"

"I'm greeting my housemate and newfound friend. I'm sure my patrons can wait while I show gratitude for your cozy influence. After all, I'll be able to work twice as hard knowing that I've got such capable hands to loosen all my knots and soothe my pain." Trailing his lips along Hector's back until he reached his neck, Azes enfolded him in a tight hug, his tongue rolling over soft skin as if tasting him.

"Okay, I'll allow this one embrace, but I must be going. You know that I'll return tonight to warm your bed." Patting Azes's cheek, Hector lounged against his scaled muscles for a moment, tilting his head to expose more of his neck. Patting the dragon's cheek, he tugged on his clothes, working around insistent paws. "Try not to hurt yourself. If you overwork yourself again, I'll have to take advantage before I unstick your poor, clenched muscles."

Chuckling and leaning back, his eyes half-lidded and doting, Azes waved to Hector as he left the room, his voice echoing behind the human. "There's a carriage outside. They know to follow your instructions to the letter. Consider it a gift from one friend to another. Can't have those deliciously soft legs growing worn and calloused."

With the sun blazing above and the streets bustling with man and dragon alike, Hector couldn't help but notice the beauty of the city around him. Usually, he only saw a small portion of it around scaly bodies and pushing crowds on the short walk to the stables, but now it was as if a whole new world opened up around him. Dragons every shape, size, and build worked amid builders, carrying heavy materials in saddlebags, flying above with letters bound for gods know where, and even drawing carriages like his. Everything was so colorful, alive, and vibrant that Hector couldn't keep the smile from his face, daydreaming as he watched scaly muscles bulging and the occasional flash of masculine hindquarters.

Thanking the carriage man and asking him to return at sunset, Hector took a moment to embrace the carriage drake, patting the tan creature's chin. Though the drake didn't speak, the way he looked away, embarrassed and shuffling, told Hector all he needed to know. Perhaps Hector would have another client soon~. With his manageable size compared to big beasts like Ignis, Hector could easily let the carriage drake mount him, as he'd found with Oivyd.

"Well, aren't you chipper? I'm surprised you've returned to work. Usually, when one of the boys finds a wealthy benefactor, they quit, pursuing other interests." The stablemaster grinned, his nude, hairy body on display as he leaned back, flipping through his book of appointments. "It's good that you're back. Your first customer's been gushing about you to anyone that will listen, and I've booked five more clients over the next two weeks. All males, as you requested."

"Quitting my dream job? Not for all the gold in the royal treasury." Disrobing without a care for the stablemaster's eye on his ass, Hector stretched, smoothing back his hair and cracking his neck. "Anything special I should know about today's client?" Sauntering over to the stablemaster's desk, Hector leaned against it, peering at his convoluted writing but gleaning nothing.

"Yes. Today's client's name is Jielong, and he specifically asked to be referred to as a female, though he wants you to know that he is a male. It's something of a sexual obsession for him. I think it's cute. Submissive little dragoness that wants to give in to her urges." Pointing down the stable hall, he added. "Oh, and Jielong requested that you use him however you see fit. If he tries to say no, he wants you to do it anyway."

Fairly straightforward. Hector wasn't particularly dominant in sex, but he was sure he could learn. As he walked toward the stall indicated by the stablemaster, he took a deep breath, attempting to channel an inner dominatrix.

"Hello, sir." A soft, almost melodic voice met Hector at the door, drawing his gaze to a serpentine body propped against bales of hay to show off a dripping slit and soft pucker. Jielong's features were feminine, like his voice, and his body was no different, curving, squishy, and soft-looking, as though he existed to take a pounding from males much more massive than himself. Even his scales were reminiscent of a dragoness's, glittering a pale robin's egg blue in the torchlight. If it weren't for the peeking tip of a thin cock splitting his slit, Hector could easily see the dragon mistaken for a female on the street.

"Well, hello there. What's a sweet girl like you doing in this disreputable place?" Hector teased, stepping closer until his hand rested on a lion's mane of pretty teal hair, running his hands through the spun-silk texture. Growing bolder as he touched Jielong's antler-like horns, he took hold of one of the bony outcroppings, turning the shy dragon's face toward his body and resting his soft cock on flaring nostrils.

"A-Anything you'd like, sir." Instantly smitten with Hector's first tug on his horns, the dragon pursed his lips, trailing dainty kisses over Hector's cock. A pink tongue slipped free from his lips, tasting Hector's manhood as his eyes glittered with a hunger that Hector recognized from his short time as a Groom. He knew a cockslut when he saw one.

"Anything I'd like? That's a dangerous proposition. I might force you to carry a clutch. That pretty little pussy looks like it needs some love." Tearing his hardening shaft away from the dragon's worshipping tongue, Hector straddled the serpentine dragon's tail, flopping his cock heavily against the drippy tip of Jielong's shaft. "How does that sound, princess? Carrying the clutch of a man you barely know? I bet that makes you wet, doesn't it?"

Nodding and swallowing hard, the eastern dragon murmured 'princess' to himself, shuddering as his mouth formed the words and letting loose a wet dribble of pre to slicken his dark blue slit. Thin, undersized limbs dug into the hay below, but he didn't try to wriggle free, instead staring at Hector's manhood. "Please, sir. I'll be a good girl for you. Give me your clutch."

"Such a plump slit. I'm not the first male to breed you, am I? A pretty pussy this talented must have a line of suitors longer than a city street." Slickening the underside of his shaft with Jielong's dripping arousal, Hector inserted himself, his hand taking hold of the tip of the dragon's shaft and stroking it slowly, his thumb rolling over the underside as if it were a big, dripping clit. Angling his hips, he delved deeper, humping against Jielong's slit with increasing ferocity and savoring the wet, squishy length within, pulsing enough to vibrate through his shaft.

Whimpering like a dragoness in heat, Jielong squirmed, his cock fountaining before Hector even hit his stride. Creamy dragon seed slickened Hector's pounding thrusts, and he took a firmer hold of the dragon's body, mashing his oversensitive cock against the human's stomach as he plundered Jielong's slit, dragging desperate mewls from the dragon's throat.

"Good girl. You're squirting so much for me." Pushing to the hilt, Hector shoved his way through his finish, drawing another round of spasms from the overwhelmed dragon's barely peeking cock as his member added its contribution to the messy slit below.

Pulling back, Hector patted the messy dragon's serpentine flank, spreading his hole to show off the creamy mess as it dribbled down his tail to glaze his twitching pucker. The gleam of metal caught his eye, and he realized that the dragon had put himself into chastity, his cock permanently soft, caged by a ring deep within his slit's depths. "Is that all you can handle? Or is that glimmer in your eye begging me for more?"

"C-Can we take a break?" Hiding his face against his chest, the dragon seemed embarrassed by his wanton behavior, but Hector noticed a sly flick of his eyes toward a corner of the room. Following his gaze, he saw a bulging sack full of oval-shaped objects, and as he padded over, a glance back at the dragon revealed a madly twitching cocktip and squirming coils.

"Oh, I'm not so sure that you deserve a break yet, princess." With a faked evil grin, Hector retrieved the sack, reaching in and bringing out flawless metallic eggs. Immediately, he knew what Jielong wanted, so he dragged the burlap sack closer, weighing one of the eggs in one hand and clicking his tongue. "Tsk, tsk. A pretty little dragoness like you should know better. You should keep these eggs warm if you want them to hatch."

With barely contained excitement rippling through him, Jielong hid his face in clawed fingers, his trailing tendrils wiggling on either side of his face. "B-But I've just pushed all of those out. I don't know if I can take it." Thin trails of drool dripped down the corners of his mouth, betraying his desire, and his cock seemed ready to fire off another load, its tip wiggling like a worm on a hook.

"Oh, I think I know how we can give them plenty of room." Smearing the egg through the mess of cream dribbling from Jielong's slit, Hector brought it to his twitching pucker, pushing slowly until the serpentine dragon's hole began to open up, taking the whole human-head-sized egg along with half of the human's arm. "Well, well. Aren't you a naughty girl? You didn't even flinch. Have you been lifting your tail and letting studs into your ass?"

Panting with his eyes rolling back, Jielong couldn't answer, simply pushing into each successive egg and moaning wordlessly. As the sack emptied, his stomach grew, swelling out until he looked gravid, the individual outlines of some of the eggs showing through his stretched belly. With one final pop, the last egg slurped in, its underside still showing through the dragon's overworked, valiantly clenching pucker as he tried his best to hold every last oval.

Gentle shaking the dragon awake from his submissive trance, Hector stroked his cheek, breaking character and kneeling to check on the dragon. "You alright, sweetie? I know you wanted me to be rough, but I don't want to hurt you." Twirling the dragon's luxurious hair through his fingers, he scratched under his chin affectionately.

"Gods, yes. Th-Thank you. You're the first to give me what I needed." Resting his cheek against Hector's lap, the swollen dragon panted, his voice still feminine with soft edges but less shy. "I'm sorry if it was a little weird. It's warm and fuzzy when others treat me like a dragoness."

"Well, you do make a pretty convincing dragoness. I've seen females on the street with less feminine sex appeal. If it weren't for the stablemaster, I would have thought you wandered into the wrong establishment." Stroking Jielong's ego, Hector leaned in, leaving a gentle kiss on the eastern dragon's nose. "Now, why don't we get that clutch out of you before they 'hatch.'"

Heaving himself up with his coils, Jielong lifted his tail, his tongue hanging out as his pucker swelled, then opened up, releasing a steaming metal egg to clatter to the ground. One by one, as quickly as they slipped in, the eggs popped free, stretching his rim into a puffy circle. Stomach emptying until all that remained were a few solitary dribbles of cum, he collapsed on his hoard of faux eggs, the corners of his maw drawing up in a satisfied smile.

"Have you ever thought about seeking a dragon male to rut you?" Hector sat on a nearby hay bale, providing the weak dragon with a gently stroking hand to bring him down from his high. Aftercare was critical to any rough play, no matter how desperate for sex a submissive might be, and it wouldn't do to let Jielong's pleasure morph into self-pity or something darker.

"No, I'm far too shy. Besides, who would want to associate themselves with a faux-dragoness like me? I can't bear them eggs nor provide them with actual female companionship." Sighing softly, the dragon nuzzled into Hector's fingers, his eyes drifting closed and a pleasant rumble close to a housecat's purr vibrating through his muzzle.

"Perhaps something more anonymous, then? The stables provide breeding mounts to particularly demanding studs, but the stablemaster mentioned hiring draconic staff for those that prefer a warmer touch. Your inability to bear a clutch would be a boon in that role. No downtime to lay eggs and raise a brood." Broaching the subject with a gentle smile, Hector jumped as the dragon's bright eyes flashed open as though he was suddenly wide awake.

"W-Would they breed me? Fill me until I ache and swell?" Wriggling excitedly, Jielong sat up, his weakness forgotten and his form swaying from side to side in excitement. "Could I satisfy as many males as I like? What about the larger dragons? Would the stablemaster let me take the biggest studs?!" Nearly foaming with excitement, Jielong's voice grew higher pitched, and his petite paws clutched at Hector's hands.

"I take it you're excited by the idea? The stablemaster's down the hall if you'd like to recommend yourself. I can accompany you, but I think he might accept your offer without any complaints." Remembering the stablemaster's words concerning the feminine dragon, Hector was sure that his application would turn into a 'hands-on interview' within moments. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the dragon was already undulating through the door, his tail upturned and his holes dripping as he rushed to meet the stablemaster.

Smiling and leaning back to stare at the ceiling, Hector stretched, scratching his stomach idly. It was strange, but it seemed like he was working against himself. Two of his first three clients wouldn't be paying him anymore, and his bleeding heart guaranteed a repeat performance. Oh well. It was unquestionably impossible to work through every male dragon in the city. Eventually, he would gather a few regulars.