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His Dragoness Lover

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Jonathan Smoot

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“Come on, my dear."

Jonathan grinned, casting a look ahead at Surun, though he was chivvying the dragoness along rather than asking her to hurry up behind him. Just why would he have not wanted to watch her walk ahead of him, after all, through the shopping area when she had a delightful pair of panties on under her long, flowing skirt. The skirt hid most of the dragoness' backside, walking on all fours, but she had it hiked at that moment when no one else was around, giggling and swinging her hips, the undulation of her tail giving him a great show of just what she had to offer under there.

It was strange how he had met Surun, a man on a work assignment that had been extended and extended, even though he was most usually one to move around a lot. He'd even, shockingly so, managed to score a larger apartment with Surun's assistance, though she was a maid on the compound still, with a little less work than she had had before. He'd first seen her cleaning his apartment there, showing off her sexy maid outfit, though things had not remained tame between them for very long at all. The glowing orange dragoness, after all, was one who had brought out his dominant side, somehow knowing how to teach and how to submit both at the same time. He still could not have quite said how she managed to do that but it was no secret between them that he loved her all the more for it.

Knowing that her master was looking, Surun flaunted her body, sashaying her hips even as she, quite aptly, walked away from him. The palm tree fronds fanned over her back, painting her in slanted shade, for the day was still bright and sunny, summer upon them, which only meant that she was able to wear even more 'floaty', summery dresses than usual. They, along with the skirt she currently had draped over her hind end, were perfect for simply perking up her tail with, showing off a glimpse or two of lacy panties, already sodden in a very obvious patch with her arousal.

“I'm going as quickly as I can, master," she breathed, his term of respect leaping to her lips as if it was meant to be there. “Is the view not what you are looking for?"

Oh, she was a tease but it sent such a ripple of pleasure through her master that Jonathan would allow it, letting out a soft groan of desire that could not be fulfilled – not out there, not in public. They could flirt and tease and do all they willed in that regard but, well, there was only so far he could go when he had to return to co-workers and new friends in the area, the accommodation compound just one place that he called home at that time. He didn't want to leave a bad impression for the deeper, more intimate relationship they held was between the two of them and too sweet to even consider involving the outside world in.

A master and his dragoness pet... Well, it was not conventional but they made it work and loved it too, his eyes locked onto her vent, the outline of it clearly visible when she swished his tail to let him see those lacy panties all over again. Of course, there was a matching pair of stockings at home but something like that was too racy to wear out and about, which was both a shame and something to look forward to when they got home.

Something caught his eye and Jonathan's face broke into a smile as he turned away, raising his voice to call out and to give his sweet dragoness fair warning that they were no longer alone, heart pounding. That had been a close one! It was a good thing that the trees were growing taller than ever, casting shade over her and a little bit of privacy where they were flaunting a little too much out in public, concrete heating up beneath his shoes and her feet.

“Oh – Sandra!"

Jonathan waved and called her over as the dragoness drew herself up short, tail dropping abruptly and head shooting up, nostrils flared as she sucked in a sharp snort of breath. Who was Sandra? What was she doing there? Of course, Sandra was just out doing her shopping, mooching down the street on a sunny day where she had nothing to do but wander, but Surun did not see it at all like that as the black-haired woman with a straight curtain of dark hair strode right up to her Jonathan as if she had any right to!

The dragoness' stare burned into his back but all he had for her was a confused glance, not really seeing what was up, the gears in his head working too slowly for a frenzied, tense moment like that.

“Hey, how's it going?"

Sandra spoke with words that slipped from her lips like a summer's breeze, smiling and tilting her head, lips parted even after she'd spoken. What, did she think she had something more to say or something? Surun bristled even though Sandra hadn't really done anything to warrant it, something twisting in her chest, tugging and sinking in. What was wrong with her? Why did she feel so...so... The dragoness sighed, hiding her discomfort as she folded her wings against her back, neat and tucked as if she was trying to make her large form seem smaller. She didn't yet have a word for what she felt.

Jonathan should have known what was going on but, alas, he'd never considered that a touch here and a kind word there could come to ill-effect, but that was sometimes the way of the world. Such things could not be helped but not even he could not notice when Surun stiffened, Sandra brushing his arm with her fingertips as she leaned in closer.

“It's going to be a tough time at work, you know, soon," she said, though Surun had lost the thread of the conversation. “You'll be on the long shift – you'll even be sick of me! Can you imagine that?"

Whereas Surun could, Sandra threw her head back and laughed, her perfect teeth flashing in the sunshine. Who laughed like that anyway? That was weird. That was stupid. The dragoness clenched her jaws until they shook, trying and failing to keep her expression neutral, her stomach churning and rolling as if twisted up in knots. What was wrong with her? There just wasn't anything there that should get her so worked up but just why did that woman have to stand so close to her Jonathan?

Jonathan was not paying attention, though he did feel the urgency radiating from his lover, which was perhaps what hastened him along the way, grabbing Sandra by the shoulders and almost forcibly ushering her away.

“Go on then!" He laughed, still joshing with her. “If you've got work, you should be working! I'm off today so you're sure as hell not going to drag me into it!"

“Why, I never!"

Sandra was not so easily dissuaded but it was when she returned to jab Jonathan in the ribs that the dragoness lunged, jaws open and a strangled half-roar wrenching itself from her maw that, truly, had no right to be there. Gobsmacked, Jonathan was shoved out of the way, a passive player in a scene too rapidly unfolding before his eyes.

“For dragon's sake!" Surun snapped, wings flaring out, eyes blazing. “Can you get away?!"

It was not the most eloquent thing she'd ever said but it had the desired effect of drawing the woman up as short as Surun had been caught when she'd appeared in the first place, chest heaving, eyes narrowed. Aside from the raking, heaving rasp of her breath, the three of them were silent, no one daring to speak, Sandra's eyes wide and eyebrows raised. Jonathan, though he could not deny that his heart was pounding after that belt of a roar, shakily rested his hand on her shoulder, calling the larger dragoness' attention back to him in the quietest way possible.

“Hon, what's gotten into you? Aren't you feeling well?"

It was one way of her saving face and, clearing her throat, Surun shuffled her wings and had the good grace to look embarrassed, giving Sandra her best apologetic look. In such a circumstance, however, it was not a particularly good one, to be fair.

“Ah...yes," she said, fumbling for words. “Sorry... That's not what I meant to say."

“It's quite alright," Sandra said with a smile, offering a figurative olive branch with her dazzling, green eyes all lit up. “Maybe we can go out to lunch when you're feeling better?"

Jonathan thought Surun murmured something about that being nice or another time but he was too busy leading her away, using the set of his body to talk to her without words. And she knew too that something was up even if he wasn't going to say it in Sandra's earshot, head hanging low and tail drooping, no longer even thinking of playing with her wafting skirt in the slightest. The time simply was no longer right for it.

He tried to ask her what was going on but he didn't get any answer that sounded anything like words except for her excuse (well, he could at least see through that) that she wasn't feeling well. In the end, he had to leave it at that as the dragoness closed up completely to him, stiff and rigid even as she walked, a tight line running down the full length of her neck. Her horns pointing to the sky as she tipped her head down, barely able to look up as he fretted and worried and wondered what on earth had happened to make her so upset.

He only hoped that, in time, he would be able to find out and rectify the wrong.

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Surun tried to put Sandra from her mind while she went about her work but, even though she'd been with Jonathan for over a year, things stayed with her, preying on her mind like her kind used to prey on deer out in the wild. Thoughts swirled and dug their claws into her brain, demanding attention, snarling and growling at her. Her feather duster swept over a mantelpiece, tenaciously revealing an image of Jonathan with a younger, prettier woman, one with sparkling teeth and an infectious laugh. Surun growled. Her laugh wasn't infectious. Her laugh wasn't infectious at all!

No, she had to keep working, had to put it from her mind. But that just did not seem to be something that she was able to do as breath raked harshly through her chest, her throat seeming to close up. But just what was wrong with her? She loved Jonathan, her master, and he loved her – things were right between them, there was nothing wrong. She why was it that she couldn't get the thought of him with someone else, in someone else's arms, out of her head?

Vacuuming the carpet presented her with an image of him at a wedding of someone else, standing there with a beautiful pride. A snap of her jaws banished that image but she could not stop another from sneaking in, the notion of Jonathan on top of another woman, pushing into her, covering her with his body as he had, so many times, done the same to her.

No!

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Why was it so hard to concentrate? Growling, she tossed her tools aside, fed up of cleaning already. It was not like her to be so wound up and antsy but, alas, there didn't seem to be a damn thing she could do to banish the bad feelings from her mind and her body, nothing at all. Sleep couldn't come quickly enough and she didn't even, in her heart, want to spend the night with Jonathan in their shared apartment, though there was no reason for her to sleep elsewhere that night that she could give him. She sighed. She'd have to find something to simmer herself down a bit, maybe a nice, long bath would do the trick...

She couldn't even remember whose apartment she was cleaning in the complex but it did not matter. The kitchen needed work and she busied herself with the sink, scrubbing and working until it sparkled, the occupant returning home with a friendly call that she could only grunt a reply to. It would have to do.

He didn't seem to mind that she was otherwise occupied, however, which was just fine with her, letting her get on with what she was there to do anyway. It was all needed and she bustled along with her work, moving on to cleaning the countertops and a very strange stain that seemed to have seeped into the actual work surface itself.

Ergh...

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Not the most pleasant task but it kept her busy and busy was what Surun needed. It was not busy enough, however, to stop her from overhearing the phone call in the living room, the gentleman whose apartment she was taking care of speaking a little too loudly to truly be considered any sort of private conversation.

“Yes, yes..." He must have been talking to family. “Everything's fine at work, just, geez... You know how it looks like when everyone's got someone but you? Whether they're back home or here, everyone's paired up with someone already! I'm a third wheel to everyone!"

Surun rolled her eyes. Why people were obsessed with getting with others was beyond her. If they wanted to be with someone, they should just say so and not beat around the bush so much. That was just what she'd done with Jonathan and look how well that worked out for her!

Her heart warmed. Yes, her Jonathan was there for her and he loved her dearly – she saw it in his eyes every time he looked at her and heard it on his voice whenever he said her name, or anything at all really. He wouldn't go off with anyone else, that was just crazy talk. What was she doing, really, getting herself all worked up for no reason when she had the world's best master to go home to at the end of the day?

“Yeah, even Jonathan, this new guy who started here last year..."

That had her attention and she tuned back into the conversation that she wasn't supposed to be listening to, heart pounding erratically. What was that? What did he just say?

“Even he's off with a woman and it looks pretty serious – but I'm getting whiny now. You don't want to hear about any of that. How are the girls doing?"

But Surun did very much want to hear about that. Just who was this 'woman' that had been with Jonathan? What was happening? Why was her world crashing and burning around her?

She barely finished her cleaning and simply waved her tail in goodbye, not trusting herself to speak. Did one even manage to speak when their heart was broken into a thousand tiny little pieces? She didn't know, unsteady on her feet, making her way home with her tail dragging, dirtying her lovely scales, though there no longer seemed to be any reason at all to keep them nice and neat and clean without her Jonathan there for her, with her.

So much for always and forever...

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Maybe that had been the plan but it wasn't anymore. He was clearly off with someone else, a woman – they'd been clear about that! Surun's heart twisted, their home looming. Why couldn't he have said anything else, just about a dragoness? Then that would have been clear that, well, he'd meant her. But a woman and a dragon were worlds apart and there could be no melding of the two, which was what rendered her heart as heavy as lead, as dead a weight as there could ever be held in her chest.

There would have to be a talk but she entered their home so quietly, hanging up her bag by the door neatly, that Jonathan, in the living area, did not hear her. And, so, for the second time that day, she listened when she should really have made her presence known.

“Everything's going well, mom, I miss you too..."

She smiled. He had been saying that he needed to call his mother. That was good, at least, that he was doing that. Not that she knew why she cared but at least some little part of her clung to the tiny sliver of hope that things would come through with them. Above all else, she still believed that he loved her but there was only so much that she could deal with, even as a dragoness. Surun sighed quietly. She wasn't the sort of dragoness to tolerate others moving in on her partner, oh no...just a one-man sort of dragon she was. And that had been okay – until that moment.

“Actually, can you get dad on the phone too? There's something I want to talk about."

She should not have listened but Surun had sat, waiting, tail curled around her legs. She should have been tidying up or doing something useful (a long bubble bath was still very much on the agenda and a very useful thing for her to do for herself), but all she could do was sit there and try to breathe, breath catching in her throat. There was an awful lot of throat on a long-necked dragon too for it to catch in.

“Yes, dad... Mm... Hm... That's good."

Maybe it was nothing. Maybe she could just slink by and get to the bathroom unnoticed.

“Yes, it's about her... She's amazing, dad, you have to meet her – yes, you too, of course, mom, I didn't mean to leave you out. This woman... Look, I'm going to have to ask her to marry me but I don't know if she's going to say yes or not."

There were many things to unpack from that particular utterance but all Surun could hear was the dull roar of her heart beat pounding on her eardrums, stomach roiling, nausea rising all the way up to the back of her throat in a bitter clasp of bile.

No...

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Yet the words had come and, over and over again, there it was: woman. She was not a woman but he wanted to marry a woman. It was clear, too clear, so clear that not even she could deny it. She couldn't even put it down to something as simple as jealousy, her mind running away with her, an over-active imagination in need of toning down as anxiety clawed and scraped at her chest. He talked more but she didn't hear individual words, just that one over and over again. It was impossible to ignore.

Was it Sandra? She wasn't sure she even cared anymore, distanced from reality even as he hung up the phone and sighed, loud even though she was set back away from the scene, no longer feeling like an active part of the room or even his life. Would it even matter to him if she was no longer there?

Of course, to Jonathan, not having Surun there would leave a hole that could never again be filled by anyone else, though a glance at the clock told him that she was late. Smirking lightly, even though his heart beat a little more quickly from the nerves of the conversation he'd just had, he sat up, wondering if he had time to pick out some nice lingerie for her from the bedroom before she got back. He'd have her dressed up nicely and his cock teasing into her around a nice, revealing pair of panties before she knew it.

A sound caught his attention and he glanced back over the back of the sofa, smiling as his dragoness entered the room.

“Hey!" He greeted her warmly, ignorant to what she'd heard, his tone as warm and as genuine as it had ever been. “I didn't know you were back! How was your day? Did you get everything done? I'm sorry you had to work today but I know how you like to keep busy. You know you don't have to do it if you get bored of it, you know, I'm more than happy to help you out on that side of things..."

He trailed off, lips parted without any words coming out. His dragoness stared woodenly at him and he scrambled to his feet, his hand on her face, feeling her forehead much as he would a human being.

“What's wrong? Are you unwell again? You must be coming down with something!"

Yet his hand was slapped away by the sharp tip of her tail, cracking out like the lash of a whip, leaving him gaping, dumbfounded.

“S-Surun?"

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But the look Surun gave him stopped him in his tracks, lower jaw falling slack as she jerked her head towards the bedroom, lips still pressed together, sealing away her true feelings behind them. For all she knew was that there was one thing and only one thing that she could do, that was left for her to do, her whole body tight with emotion even as she left the master that she had adored, still adored, completely and utterly in the dark.

They would have to find something, or she would have to find something, Jonathan hastening after her, though the hallway was not far down to the bedroom. She'd known he would be finishing his work assignment there soon and, well...maybe it was on her for not suspecting that something was up. They'd never talked about the future together, as much as they wanted to, it had never come up. But maybe that had just been Surun that had been thinking about that, Jonathan's heart and eyes wandering off with some other beauty.

“Surun? Surun..." He was plaintive, but she did not stop until she was in the bedroom, turning to face him with a deep breath that did nothing to steady her nerve. “What's wrong? Please..."

He tried to touch her again, fingers trembling, but Surun pulled back out of his reach.

“No..." She said slowly, dredging the words up out of her throat with difficulty, her windpipe striving to close up in the wrath of emotion. “This is hard enough as it is, Jonathan...my master."

One last time. She tensed, neck firmly pulled into an arch, a hard line that should not have been there. She just had to say it one last time to help herself out and along. Jonathan would have to allow her that...maybe. She still didn't know how things would go down.

Levelling her gaze at him, Surun exhaled shortly, drawing on every last scrap of courage she had. She had to do it. Jonathan, however, stood there perplexed, heart hammering, stomach flipping over sickeningly with the sense that something had to be wrong, was very wrong, and yet was not something that he could work out for himself in the moment that it, most sincerely, mattered the most.

“I know about her."

Four little words and they meant so much. They had to cut deep and, oh, she didn't want to do that to him, pushing on into a flow of others, one sentence after the other fighting for dominance and precedence just to come out of her maw.

“Her... The woman you're seeing. Everyone here is talking about it."

That may have been a slight over-exaggeration but oh well. That would have to be whatever it was going to be and she steamrolled over him as he tried to interject, hands up and cheeks flushed. Surun's heart twisted. Oh, she would miss seeing that heat in his cheeks. Dragon-scales just didn't do that, even though hers were already gleaming orange, angling towards the edge of red.

“I know, it's okay, this must..." Her eyes watered but she pushed the feeling down, back where it belonged. “It wasn't meant to be like this forever, was it, Jonathan? I understand that, you have someone else, someone that you're even telling your parents that you want to marry, that they're the one... And it's okay! I understand and I know that, one day, I'll be happy that you're happy. I only want...you...to be...happy..."

She choked up and sniffled, turning her muzzle away, though there was no way to hide the fat tears rolling down her cheeks even as she used her wing to wipe them away. There was no time for that even as Jonathan moved in to comfort her, murmuring something to her that she could not catch, running his fingers down her neck, trying to caress every part of her that he could reach. And, in its own way, that touch too was comforting, reminding her that there was some part of him that still cared for her and had cared, that was still with her in her heart. Maybe it would, in time, mend her heartbreak as he moved on with his life, although she very much doubted that still, as much as she wanted to believe that it would be something that she could still recover from.

For what was the point in anything without Jonathan there with her?

“Oh, Surun... Surun, it's not like that, it's really not like that..."

He tried to soothe her but his love was not to be soothed as she jerked back away from him, snapping her jaws in a flare of anger, tail sweeping and taking out the lamp on the bedside table. Fixated on each other, neither of them noticed.

“You can't tell me that! And you can't take this from me either!"

Drawing herself up as tall as she possibly could, she took a deep, shuddering breath.

“This will be our last night together," she said with a tone of finality. “One... One night. That's all I ask of you before you go. That's all I need... One more night to show you how much I love you, how much I adored having you as my master, Jonathan. I need... I need this closure."

His heart wrenched for her. How could something so simple have gone so terribly wrong? And she just wasn't listening to him, shaking her head and flapping her wings to cover up his voice, thinking that he was trying to dissuade her from her course of action. Well, he was trying to do that but not quite for the reason that she thought he was – something set far apart from that, in fact.

“Surun!" He shouted, raising his voice sharply as he grabbed her muzzle in both hands and wrenching her down to his level with his body weight, though even that left him standing up onto the very tips of his toes, desperately holding on with rapidly depleting strength. “Listen to me!"

And, somehow, she stopped, blinking at him, her large, beautiful orbs watering as he ached to kiss away every last tear that had ever raked through her soul.

“Surun, Surun, Surun," he said her name over and over again, stroking her muzzle, wiping away her tears as much as he could. “I'm so, so sorry that this happened, I just... I never thought to say you were a dragon to anyone! You're my lover, the one I want to be with forever. Oh, sweet Surun, please forgive me – I had no idea that one word could mean so much, even between us!"

She blinked, looking him over. That wasn't what she'd expected.

“What... What do you mean?"

“Surun!"

If he could have taken her in his arms he would have but she was too large for him to do that, instead kissing all over her muzzle, trying to pull her close, wanting, right then, to simply be as close to her as he possibly could. Surun blinked and drew back but it was a half-hearted attempted, every fibre of her being yearning to step forward, to return his affection in kind. And yet not even she still knew what was going on, her world in turmoil and head weaving back and forth, though not even that was enough to avoid his onslaught of furious affection.

“It was never anyone else, love, it was always you, only you," he said all in a rush, words fighting with one another to get out of his mouth first. “It's only you and it's only ever going to be you, Surun, because you're the only woman in the world that I want to spend the rest of my days with!"

The dragoness' jaw dropped.

“Wait... You mean..."

And, of course, that was so and she gasped as he managed to, finally, get his arms around her neck, pressed up to the curve of her chest as he held her tight, a broken kind of sob breaking from his lips. There were no words needed as the enormity of change crashed over her, the dragoness standing stock-still, not even the frenzied beating of her heart breaking the silence, a dull roar of quiet rising in her mind.

It meant...that Jonathan was not going anywhere. She was not being sent away. That was her take-away and her heart soared as if she had just spread her wings to catch the strongest updraft yet, the building of a roar tickling at the back of her throat. It was not the right place, however, to let loose such a cry, regardless of how elation surged through her, a potent force of true excitement that, not even then, could have been held back by a much stronger soul than she.

“You really mean it?" She cried, barely able to get the words out through a tight throat, though that was partly due to Jonathan squeezing her so very tightly. “Oh... Oh, master – Jonathan! Why me? Oh, I don't have to know – I just... So you're really not breaking up with me?"

“What?" He would have laughed if the situation had not been so serious, although the moisture in his eyes at least betrayed his relief that things had, somewhat, come right again. “Why on earth would you say that – no! Never! It's never, ever, not even once, ever crossed my mind and, I assure you, my darling, that it never will."

Drawing her muzzle to his lips, he kissed her tenderly, accepting the soft slither of her slender tongue into his mouth, tangling together, deepening the kiss. They knew how to come together as man and dragoness, although their bodies had never, truly, been designed to fit together. That was alright though as the two of them could more than make it work, Jonathan moaning into his sweetheart's mouth as his heart pounded, something else rising inside him, the smoky edge of true desire.

Surun didn't know what to think but floating on the unbridled happiness swimming and undulating within her soul was good enough for her, folding a wing around her lover to bring him even closer. To think that she'd thought only a short while ago that everything that she loved so dearly was about to be swept away from her! And to find out Jonathan's true intentions, why...it almost made the stress and turmoil of it all worth it to her!

“So..." He said faintly, breaking the kiss breathlessly as his head spun from the intensity of the kiss. “It seems... I have something to ask you then... But I was hoping for a more romantic time to do so..."

Surun's tail whipped around to brush his lips, silencing him before he could even attempt to get down on one knee.

“No, love," she murmured, eyes shyly downcast. “Wait for the right time. I didn't mean to ruin anything and I want you to do it the right way, the way you imagined it."

Her eyes twinkled.

“Though I think you already know what my answer is..."

Jonathan grinned, though it was hard for him to convey in something as simple as a smile just how great his elation was. Yet his feet were in motion and his heart lifted, changing the tune of the evening in but a moment – though it was that moment that made everything all the better as he took the lingerie that he had envisioned her in earlier that day from the wardrobe (dragon-sized clothes didn't really fit in a chest of drawers) and held it out, on its hanger, for his sexy dragoness to take from him.

“If that truly is so..." He paused, struggling with the words, the world shifting around them while, for them, time stood still. “It's time for a celebration, in that case, my dear..."

His voice changed, dropping and taking on a sultry note, offering her the lingerie as Surun shivered. There was only one option open to her and she took it readily, running her claws over the fine silk and lace, everything that would accentuate her form to the very best of its enhancing. Not that her master thought, anyway, that there was anything that needed changing or perfecting but there was something in the hungry lust of his eyes that drew her in when she donned lingerie that made her want to wear it for him, the mere feel of it making her tremble submissively.

How could a tremble be submissive? Oh, it was in the shift of her body, how her tail dropped a little (in the right way, this time), her muscles softening, knowing that, now, someone else was in control. And that was okay as her sweet Jonathan was the master that she'd always wanted, the only eyes that she ever wanted on her as she turned her tail to him, giving him a show as she slid the panties up her thick legs. They tucked up beneath her tail with a heart over her vent, black and white, though it was doubtful that the little, white heart would remain perfect and pure for very long at all.

Jonathan groaned softly in the back of his throat, arms crossed, though it was more difficult than he cared to admit to restrain himself from simply taking her right there and then. His arousal thickened in his trousers but, well, he could ignore that for the time being as a pair of stockings eased up her legs too – all four of them, two pairs – leaving her clawed feet free only, hooking over the heel. They were delicate in white with black accents, a spiralling, floral pattern, drawing the eye, but all he could think about was just how much he wanted to run his hands over her scales through them, feeling how the hosiery teased her body to a state of readiness that near enough had his lovely one panting.

It was not the time for crudity, however, even though the power balance had shifted between them, a garter belt and suspenders easily holding up the stockings without denying him access to anything. Blushing heavily, Surun turned back to her master, smoke curling softly from her nostrils as her eyes all but simmered.

“What would you have me do...master?"

“You really believed that I wouldn't love you anymore?"

She drew up short, breath catching. That much she had not expected. But Jonathan's eyes burned, the dominant side of him coming in response to her, the bulge in his crotch undeniable but, still, she had to give in, had to answer, had to treat him with the due respect that a master deserved.

“I..." She gulped, striving to clear her throat. “I didn't know, master... I'm sorry."

And yet it was difficult to truly show any kind of repentance as her heart lifted, knowing that she had so much good coming to her, the lightness of heart returning to her body. But he was not just Jonathan anymore and was a master who had to be answered to, a growl rising up from the back of his throat as he closed the distance between them in a short, snappy stride, movements jerky in restrained anger.

It was not anger that would be spent on her, however, as Jonathan squeezed her hind end, spreading the thick muscle surrounding her undertail and pussy, the panties stretching and even threatening to tear as they strained to keep up with him. It would not matter if he ripped them but his softness had all but seeped away as demand and sexual fury snarled its way through him. To think that his dragoness had been set on leaving – had thought he was leaving? That was something that he would not stand for and he was just going to have to show her why.

Surun moaned as his fingers teased against her vent through her panties, the quivering heat of her sex easily rising through. She could not tell how much but already a good bit of her moisture stained them, leaking through as she wove her head back and forth and whimpered, as ever submissive to her master above all else. He was the one, after all, that loved her and it was in testament to her love for him that she would be submissive to the end.

There was nothing quite like how her buttocks looked – well, that was a human term but it served well enough with his dragoness too – in lingerie, scales defined lightly through the near enough sheer fabric. They teased and left so much too to the imagination, Jonathan growling hungrily, though not for food, as he pressed his lips to her slit through them, licking and suckling softly, adding to the dampness that could already be found there. She was wet, so very wet, and Surun's moans were music to his ears as he took in her scent, the sweetness of her flowing over his tongue, the only aphrodisiac and elixir that he would ever need to take. She was the one for him, completely and utterly, and the dragoness would see that very soon, though his proposal plan, well... He laughed softly to himself, breath puffing out over her folds in a sensation that would prove itself to be interesting to Surun. His proposal would need to be spectacular to make up for what had been nearly lost that night!

Wigging her hindquarters against her master, Surun whimpered, head swimming. She couldn't even tell if she was in reality or not as she wound her tail around him, slinking the tip up to his crotch from behind, slithered between his legs. He allowed it, spreading and bracing for her, and she eagerly delivered all the pleasure that she thought she could right there and then. Her tail was soft and sinuous, grinding up against his bulge, the best form of masturbation and pleasure that she could give him. And it worked too, her master humping and grinding against her tail as he pushed his face into her buttocks, lips against her sex, seeking out that nub of her clit that made her head fade into another sense of reality entirely. Yet who wanted to be with the real world when they had so much pleasure too to behold?

His hands on her backside were all she needed, groping and manipulating her muscles, flesh softening a layer over the top. He squeezed and grunted against her, tongue tracing the outline of her vent, and it was all Surun could do not to whip around and beg him to take her right then and there. Alas, she was the beautiful submissive in the equation and there was nothing more that she wanted to do than to submit, although emotion did conflict so tenaciously with desire sometimes that it was hard to untangle one from the other at times.

He would not satisfy himself only with a taste of her through her panties, however, and dragged them aside, teasing wetly over her folds, as he lapped...only to find that his tongue had, in his haste, swept a little higher than normal. A musky taste entered his mouth and Jonathan worked his tongue around, trying to work out what he'd done but, truly, it was not as if he'd never given Surun a tease on her backdoor entrance before either, so it was not all that new to them. It was only an error in his judgement that came to lustful means as he rimmed her slowly and sensually, working her up to a grunting, twisting frenzy, barely able to keep her balance as her tail ground back and forth against his crotch.

If she wasn't careful, she was going to get him off in his underwear, he thought, but did not spare the breath to say so aloud. His tongue teased by her anal ring and the dragoness grunted above him, a heaving mass of trembling muscle and lust, tongue lolling hotly from her jaws. If she said anything, he did not hear it between her moans, slurping and teasing wantonly even as his fingers eased into her pussy, spreading her open as if she actually needed to be stretched out.

Surun groaned and thrashed, whipping her tail away and lifting it high up over her back in an arch that could not be taken as anything but submissive. Although she could not lift her buttocks without making things more difficult for her master, she could drop her front end, squatting with her back legs to make it easier, showing him how soft and amenable she was to his needs, how she was going to be a good dragoness for her master. It was all she wanted, all she'd ever needed to do, and the beauty of coming together was rendered all the more potent for the fact that she now knew that they would be together forever. And that was the very best thing of all.

It was the thing that had her grinding back and flaunting her ass, her body, for everything she was worth, her master taking pleasure in the heaving rise and fall of her form. He held her tightly, steadying her, and it was that and only that that helped her through as he rose up behind, dragging his tongue up her scales with a lewd lap, taking in her taste, the natural flicker of tingling on his tongue from the scale-oils that she'd taken to using, if only to make herself even more pleasing to him.

Without her seeing he undid his belt, letting his trousers slip down as he freed his erection, although there was no time to disrobe further. The dampness under his armpits would have to wait in the shirt he was wearing until a more convenient time, panting heavily as if he had run a race, Surun waiting before him with her huge ass pushed up for his attention. Nothing could have dragged him away from those perfect curves as he adoringly ran his hands over her scales, even giving her a short, sharp spank on one cheek where the line of her panties cut deliciously across. The squeak she made, however, was what made his cock throb all the more urgently, desire commanding his attention.

“That's why you're mine, pet."

Her heart leapt and then his cock was up against her pussy and Jonathan was not taking no for an answer. He could be both a master that looked out for her needs and one who damn well took what he wanted as he ground in, hissing through his teeth, slamming in hard and deep, forcing her (all very willingly) to take every last inch of his cock. Jonathan's breath rasped out between his teeth as he snarled, though it was not a sound that quite sounded natural on his lips at that moment. Her pussy closed around him as Surun scrambled to brace herself, but the bed was on one side of them, if needed, and that would support them. Otherwise, he was hardly going to stop while his cock was buried in the treat of her pussy – no, his pussy. Everything she was belonged to him and that was just the way that it was supposed to be as he hissed and growled, fingers squeezing her buttocks as he imagined dragging her back on his length with each and every rampant stroke.

Surun fought down the urge to twist and writhe for the sheer delight of it as he slammed into her, wanting it all, wanting it more. Why was it always more? Her master was so kind to her to treat her like that, teasing her, readying her, more and more of her arousal spilling hotly from her cunny with each thrust. He didn't hold back either, which was just the way she liked it, grinding in hard and deep, letting her soft folds wrap themselves around him in the most intimate of lover's kisses in the whole wide world.

It was better than even kissing face to face, feeling him against her, the base of her tail pushed up against him, not that he wouldn't have been able to thrust it away, out of his way, if he'd wanted to. Her master was strong and dominant, he would take what he wanted from her... Sweetly, submissively, Surun rubbed her face against the carpet (not too hard), demonstrating just where her position was, relishing in it, the security of it all. It did not mean that she was not an active participant in their sexual life, of course, but she knew where she belonged and all that could come to pass between them, letting each other hold their hearts, keeping them safe from harm.

That was, after all, what a true master and a dragoness maid should do. Maybe she should just clean his apartment from then on. It didn't seem right to clean others, not when she could be spending more time with him, caring for her master's needs.

Surun whimpered, his shaft grinding into her pussy, teasing deep. But what she didn't expect was for him to pull out and use that lubrication, his shaft shiny and slippery with it, to plunge into her tail hole too at the very moment her muscles relaxed, using and taking his cues from her body like the experienced lover he was.

There was nothing like the tightness of her anal passage either as it clenched around him, any breath that Jonathan had had in his lungs leaving him in a breathy rush. So tight and rippling... Her muscles didn't know what to do with themselves even as she submitted to him and she cried out, his fingers tweaking her clit, fluttering across her pussy. There were so many sensitive spots and so many buttons to push that it was more than just easy to get the dragoness to the edge, muscles twitching and jumping as she tried to hold back but, ultimately, failed to.

Her cry of orgasm echoed through the room, pussy twitching and squirting, juices drooling down her lips, his thighs, even managing to lightly splatter his crotch. It only made the scent of her all the more potent too and he groaned like a feral creature himself as he leaned over her, feeling his weight behind each and every stroke as he powered into her back door entrance. It may have been a forbidden entrance to some but such a tight hole was something that he had come to take great pleasure in, even more delectable than her pussy, and Surun's warbling, trembling cries were more than enough to tell him just how much his little dragoness maid adored it too.

Her panties clung to the side of his cock as he pumped her full, thrusting and grinding, letting the sway of her body carry him on. No longer were they two separate bodies but the one being, her tail slinking back over her shoulder as her body turned to goo, muscles weak and useless at the point that orgasm took absolutely everything from her. She didn't know where she was, only who she was with, something soft but firm propping her up as she slumped, losing control over her own body. Yet it was her master's fingers on her clit that did the trick, sending her soaring to fresh heights of pleasure, her pussy squeezing down on nothing even as another, aching, hole of hers was filled, so many pleasures coming together all at once that no dragoness in the world could have possibly have been expected to keep up with every last one of them.

A man's climax, however, could not be held back with her body twisting and grinding around him, her hole squeezing down so tightly that he could barely move, though in the best of ways. His climax rose swiftly yet was tenacious in its approach, tingling at the edge of his mind before rushing forth and demanding that its pleasure and its lust be met and matched in equal measures. Jonathan groaned deep in the back of his throat as if his ecstasy was rising out of his very soul, dominant through and through as he powered into her tail hole and exploded.

It was a longer orgasm than any that he had ever had before, panting heavily, breath raking through his lungs, his windpipe sore – yet that was only for a moment. Pleasure overruled him, demanding precedence, and he was only too eager to let it come, heart pounding and head spinning, driving in over and over again even through the slop of his cum. Beneath him, Surun keened out shrilly once again through another orgasm, just the feel of their bodies coming together in that way more than enough to send her overly-sensitive form into delicious throes of pleasure. He slammed into her roughly, crudely, caring for her pleasure and yet knowing still that his pleasure was what carried her up and through, pussy rippling, squeezing down on nothing as even her tail hole tried to trap his cock within her.

Jonathan groaned, resting over her for a moment, the last remnants of that orgasm leaving him, although it was not something that made him feel as if he was done, per se. His cock softened slowly, overly-sensitive in the aftermath, and he drew back with a ragged gasp, his fluids spilling messily from her, glooping down over her pussy as they streamed from her twitching, pulsating hole. Stretched just a little, the tight ring of muscle struggled to close up again, though her body didn't quite know what to do at a moment that she wanted to squeeze down and yet have him right back up inside her where he belonged.

It was a delicious conundrum to be in.

Her panties slipped back over her sex and undertail and Surun whimpered softly, quivering in place as, rapidly, they soaked through. The stream of cum could not be contained and even her juices slickly coated the fabric, her privates both hot and cold at the same time as her arousal cooled rapidly in the lick of fresh air. Twisting back and forth, she presented herself for him all over again, grinding back, her ass pushed up even higher than before, tail flagged, wanting him, wanting to do everything she possibly could for him, if only to please her master time after time again. That, after all, was what a submissive slut sweetheart of a dragoness like Surun was supposed to do and her heart throbbed up all the more powerfully for it, relishing her place, the position that she had slotted into so neatly.

It had all been meant to be, she was sure of it. Jonathan chuckled hoarsely as he wiped his shaft off on her hind end scales, giving her another tantalising shiver of submission, cleaning his shaft even as he dirtied her just a little bit further.

“Now..." He murmured huskily. “You haven't yet given me the attention I'm due, my dragoness maid."

It was too soon after his first climax to really be thinking about things like that but Surun hastened to obey, whipping around as he sat back on the bed, her muzzle descending hungrily on his cock, too eager to devour him fully. A soft length was no trouble to a trained submissive lover like her and she wrapped her tongue skilfully around him, coaxing him softly and sweetly to a light erection, though his cock was still too sensitive and Jonathan's head lolled back, a groan on his lips. It was too much and yet just the right amount too at the same time, his chest heaving, wanting more, desiring more, all the more that he could get waiting right there before him to take. And a master's dominant hand would always take. It was the way of their relationship, truly, and what made their hearts sing most of all.

Still, he could lean back heavily on the palms of his hands, the large bed giving lightly beneath him, moaning out loud as he relaxed into her attention, how Surun's long tongue teased and caressed every last inch of his shaft. He had shaved as a special thing and, well, it made his skin down there all the more sensitive while her tongue wandered, cupping and scooping up his balls with the touch of an expert while he ground and huffed and tried not to thrust, wanting, with wicked curiosity, to see what more his submissive sweetheart had come up with.

As Surun's muzzle descended on his cock, taking him deep up into her maw, the dragoness shuddered, a hand closing on her horn. That was so intimate, so dominant... It had her swooning, eyelids fluttering as they tried to close – but no! She wanted to see everything, to let her master dominate her fully as he dragged her muzzle back and forth on his cock, controlling even that, losing control of himself even as he firmly took her in hand. She let her muzzle be a fuck-hole for him too, moaning and purring softly around his hard length, not sliding up into the back of her throat but close enough as she pressed her tongue willingly up to the underside. Where there was a chance to give him pleasure, of course, she would do so, pushing the limits, letting him use her, blood up and scales prickling with barely restrained heat.

Yet what she truly wanted was still yet to come and she gasped as his cock was abruptly yanked from her lips, a flicker of flame building in the back of her throat. Oh, she wanted to let it all loose but she could not, needing to maintain at least some self-control over her draconic side, a string of saliva – or was it pre-cum? – connecting her lips to his cock for a fraction of a second. The strand snapped, breaking the connection, and it no longer mattered as he snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed, Surun's body hastening to obey even as her mind rushed to catch up. All that mattered was that she obey.

In a moment, she was on her back on the bed, letting him push between her legs, tail draped down to ensure that both of her holes were duly exposed. He slid her panties down her legs, tossing the sodden lace aside, and then her master was inside her, shoving up into her pussy where he belonged, sending her straight into another mind-numbing orgasm that truly made her lose all sense of reality. Surun might have been moaning or she might have been screaming – not even the dragoness in question could have said. All she knew was stream after stream of pleasure hitting her in waves, her master slamming into her, letting his true dominance show as, in the heat of the moment, a ragged howl cut through the clamour of lust in her mind, bringing her back to the present time.

Jonathan gripped her legs, his thighs flush with her thick backside, the firmness at the base of her tail. And yet that would not stop him from trying to get deeper, pounding her with every last bit of strength he had in his body, the lewd, wet slop of their bodies coming together heralding their joint passion. Beneath him, Surun cried out over and over again and he joined her in it too, relishing each and every thrust with a devout passion, knowing that he would last longer the second time around and it was his dragoness that was going to get every drop of his cream where it belonged too.

He couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted too, caught up in the moment, slamming into her, her body rippling and rocking beneath him as if he was much larger and more powerful than he was, yet her pussy clenched and rippled around him continuously. There was no denying how she tightly massaged the length of his spear but his cock still drove deep, pounding her as if it was the last fuck they'd ever have – truly, Surun had thought it would be. But he couldn't have led the dragoness on for a moment longer, his love for her too much, too strong, even coming above the passion they had for one another in the lure of BDSM.

His heart rose and he fucked her harder than ever, taking his cues from her moans, angling his hips just so, forcing her into orgasm after orgasm, although it was already difficult to tell where one began and the next ended. But that didn't matter – all that mattered was that they were together, sharing in the joys that their bodies could bring as he took what he was due for her, a ragged smirk bared on his face as he grunted and panted, chest heaving with the need for breath.

Orgasm had to come, however, and Surun tried to buck her hips back at him, forelegs tucked submissively up to her chest even as the need for it rose up and up, his cock throbbing within her. Oh, she knew when her master was getting close but that still did not stop her from letting out a delighted roar as he spent himself inside her all over again, spurting and spurting, hips working furiously. The short, sharp thrusts made her climax again, pressed up to that sensitive patch of nerves within her passage, her G-spot, and she tried desperately even then to fold her wings around him, although she was afraid to say that she did not quite have that much muscle control as his seed filled her up to the brim, drooling thickly from her strained vent.

The come down from the high was just as potent and, although they had not used any gear that session, they were left as tired as they would have been as if they had engaged in far stricter BDSM play. Maybe it was the emotionally charged scenario that had been played out or maybe it was the relief. Maybe it was even the power of Jonathan's thrusts as he dragged back, panting heavily, slumping onto the bed with his sweetheart, her neck cradled in his arms, head lying up from his.

With a heated groan, he pressed his body up against hers, letting the afterglow seep through him, although it was the fact that his dragoness was there next to him that made it all the more beautiful, where she belonged. And the good things in his life had every right, now, to stay where they belonged. It was something, as a master, that he should make sure of as he toyed with her horns idly, wondering if a ring or a collar around both of them individually would look nicer. It was about time she had a public mark of his ownership that she could still tastefully wear out in public. His dragoness deserved a treat.

Nestled up against him, the weight of the day pressed down on Surun as she yawned, on the edge of drifting off for a short nap, muscles aching, holes sore in the very best of ways. But it was his hand stroking her neck, coaxing her back to him – a call that, still, had to be obeyed – that brought her to wakefulness once more, however bleary-eyed she felt in that moment.

“Surun?"

If her master wanted her, he would have her.

“Surun..."

He'd always have her. Blinking sleepily, the dragoness rolled to face him.

“Yes, master?"

Jonathan took a breath. Maybe the right time had been staring him in the face all along. Either way, there was only one way to find out.

“I've got something to ask you."

Surun's heart leapt.