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Description: Offended by the notion that her kind can find pleasure in the deplorable practices humans employ in their pleasure houses, an impulsive eastern dragoness called Ilyniel hires a human escort with the sole intent to prove to herself that whatever she had heard of his abilities are nothing but lies. After all, how can such a tiny and insignificant creature hope to bring that level of fulfillment to a dragon?

Ilyniel the eastern dragoness(c) belongs to me

Artwork is done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/anastasiyavb/

***Within her golden coils***

Ilyniel had heard of many deplorable things that humans did to elevate their lifestyle in order to live in their cozy little homes and eat the food hunted and produced by their betters. She understood and accepted that their society, just like the relationship between her kind and other dragonkin, had its intricate inner workings. So, each of them fulfilled their own designated roles, including the more ridiculous jobs such as the ones within the so-called pleasure houses. After all, males of any species needed reprieve from the burdens of lust, especially those who had pledged themselves not to leave the humans for years at a time or worse, to never find the courage to break free.

But females? Why would females lower themselves to such base needs that they needed a human—a human!—to find fulfillment? And how could such a frail and tiny specimen hope to even understand, let alone please, a being as proud and noble as a sky serpent? The answer to this dilemma had puzzled Ilyniel so much since Alryalnell's return from the world of humans, that she felt compelled to unravel her grand lie in the only way she could: by coercing the same human who attended to her needs to do the same with her.

Much to her surprise, the human arrived on gryphonback in the secluded clearing she chose for this demeaning yet necessary task, wearing naught but a dark, flowing robe and an eerily charming smile.

“You're here," he started with an astute observation rather than greet her, so Ilyniel did not return the courtesy either. “Pardon my manners, but I asked Snowdrift to carry me at a rather inopportune time, and there is only one way for me to make up to her."

He spent the next five minutes stroking the gryphon's head in every way he could, whispering his foreign words to her while she chirped and cooed and preened the shoulder-length mahogany locks of his, some of them arranged in three thin braids: two at the sides, and one at the back.

Ilyniel turned away from the jarring display, preferring to count the leaves than watch those two rub heads together like mindless birds. After the flutter of the gryphon's wings announced her departure, Ilyniel sprawled on her side and parted her legs suggestively, beckoning forth the human to get to work with the fluffy tip of her tail.

“So soon?" Aldrenn' frame stiffened, and his hands joined together to hide his anxiety no doubt. “Pardon me, graceful sky serpent, but pleasure is a slow-cooked meal. Our minds need to get acquainted with one another, as do our bodies."

“Every individual is different, like you humans love to remind each other, and I happen to prefer quick results, without any of that ridiculous fondling you call foreplay."

In truth, she adored males who took their time to ease her into the act of mating, but humans deserved no such luxury, and the quicker this ended, the sooner she would have confirmation that his entire reputation was built on a perpetrating lie propagated by dragons and sky serpents with a flair for the exotic.

The casual shrug of his shoulder made her claws tense, and a rush of excitement crept through her when he actually began to approach her, his eyes fixated on his goal, just like she expected of him. Ilyniel's limbs instinctively tensed when the human's petite hand alighted on her exposed, sensitive folds, his eyes noting that the area around her sex was bereft of the protection scales usually provided.

“This is not how I usually do this," Aldrenn complained yet again about her unwillingness to let him start at her muzzle and slowly descend down her body undoubtedly. “The body needs time to adjust to a new touch. It needs patience and understanding, lest it rejects affection."

“If you can't get me moist by touching my most sensitive parts, then what hope do you have in achieving that by idly stroking my scales?"

She snorted in derision at his false sense of pride, raising a hind leg further up to force her lips spread open and give him a view of her fleshy insides. “Pour water over your hand, pierce me to confirm my lack of reaction to your so-called delights, and inevitably disappoint me, so that we can finally put this nonsense behind us."

Much to her surprise, Aldrenn sighed, rolled back his sleeves, and wet both of his hands with the lukewarm water from the waterskin he kept tied to his waist. “This is not at all how I do this," he mumbled to himself, then threw Ilyniel a critical glare, as if that could somehow change her perception about his profession and his nonexistent skills.

“Allow me a moment to help you moisten. Or at least grant me the opportunity to rush back to my house and get oils to—"

“To prolong the wait for the inexorable realization that humans can never hope to satisfy my kin?" She let out an indignant huff, well aware that he bloated his stories beyond any reasonable boundaries to inflate his bottomless sense of pride or to attract new and impressionable victims to his lies. “If your hands are so capable, then I am certain they can impress regardless of whatever you lather them with. You told me females have crossed kingdoms to spend a night with you and to feel your divine touch, not to smell your oils."

He had no way to worm his way out of this, so Aldrenn performed an elegant bow to surrender to her better judgment, his smirk and confident gaze more unnerving than reassuring.

“You will have a tale to tell yourself as well, but I am afraid it will be a disappointing one if you don't plan to savor the moment."

He did not start right away, still clinging on the false hope that she would fall into his trap by giving in to his ridiculous pleas. The weasel held her gaze for a moment to test her resolve, then shifted his attention to one of her hind paws and at the way her toes involuntarily clenched in anticipation of being touched down there. It was just an instinctive reaction groomed by one too many scale-tingling moments when a male was just about to pleasure her, and just like before, Aldrenn took credit for it, the smug bastard.

“Are you certain I cannot stroke other parts of you first? I haven't yet met a dragon who doesn't enjoy having their paws tended to."

“Get to work," Ilyniel hissed. “This is your last chance before I—"

Her words abruptly cut off when he unexpectedly slid his fingers into her, curling them in such way that they squeezed an area she never expected such a strong reaction from. Her eyes scrunched shut from the surprisingly potent pleasure exploding within her lower belly, and a frail whimper fled her shortly before the fire faded and her breath resumed.

“I am afraid you will have to repeat that threat," he said, the glint in his eyes mirroring a truth that she couldn't deny, defend, or cover. Had he held his fingers there for another four heartbeats, she would have surely climaxed before this even started.

“It's not necessary." Ilyniel licked her muzzle in a desperate bid to hide her deep, heavy breaths, squirming on the ground for a better position while, in truth, she simply sought to fill her body with sensations other than the tingling aftermath of his cheap trick.

“That is reassuring. I'd hate for you to leave unenlightened and for me to fail in helping a striking female such as yourself unlock some of the many mysteries of her body. However, for this to work in the way at least one of us expects it to, there is a matter that every proud dragon needs to learn at some point in their life, lest they are stuck in a lie for their entire life."

Ilyniel didn't like his somber tone, much less the fact that he began making his way to her head. She should have rolled out of the way, but the spikes running across her spine prevented her escape, and doing so in his direction risked crushing his fragile body under hers. With no room to properly recover her footing, Ilyniel remained on her side and pulled her head as further back as possible, snarling a warning that the human promptly ignored.

When he was finally upon her, his hands reached for the sides of her snout, and due to a most bizarre reason, she didn't even try to swing her head away and spare herself the humiliation of human hands touching her smallest, most meaningful and treasured scales that only dragonkin had the right to bask in their affection.

“You may be special to many others, Ilyniel, but not to me. It is true that you fascinate me, and your elegant body, with its lithe toes and graceful limbs, stirs unexpected cravings within me, but I don't consider myself blessed by your presence, and I am certainly not interested in getting through your walls of self-doubt. The reason I am here is the simplest you'll ever hear: You needed me, and I couldn't refuse your plea for help, no matter the way in which you chose to disguise it."

Chilling dread crawled down her spine and dispersed through every inch of her body, freezing the blood in her veins and keeping her imprisoned in the gentle caress of this impertinent wretch. He was nothing. Less than nothing. And yet, he found a way to both insult and intrigue so much that she languished in indecision. Half of her wanted to tear him open for his callous words, while the other half exulted in the thrill of being challenged by such puny being, far too eager to let this play out and see where it led.

“Leave," Ilyniel said as she shook herself free of his quite enjoyable strokes. “Now."

He did leave.

Until he stopped by her hindquarters to crawl under her left haunch and touch the wet flesh nestled between her legs.

“I enjoy games. You do too, considering I'm not dead," he said before sliding his fingers slowly, elaborately into her, keeping them together so that they all spread her swollen, sensitive lips in unison.

“I've played these very same games with enough dragons, wyverns, and even a sky serpent to know how it ends, and my safety always hinges on one constant that your kind possesses plenty of: curiosity. No matter how small and insignificant you may consider me, you can't help but wonder if the stories of what I do are true, and if the pleasures I have bestowed upon others can also be sampled by you. We are alone, Ilyniel," he gently spoke while he slithered down her jaws, scratching at the pebbly scales there in such soft and intriguing way that she couldn't help but hum in delight.

“Nobody will know of this but us two. Isn't this why you chose this place? So that, if worst comes to worst and I grant you pleasure the likes of which you had never known, there is nobody around to speak of how an insignificant human made an esteemed sky serpent roar louder than she ever did at her peak?"

Ilyniel closed her eyes to both enjoy the delectable caress and contemplate on her situation. It had gone so wrong in so many ways that her initial goal no longer mattered. She would never meet Aldrenn again, so shaming and belittling him carried little importance to her. Right now, she simply wanted for this to end in one way or the other; to put it behind her and never think of it, let alone mention it again.

“I won't look at you," she said, pushing him away with her snout so that she could fixate her menacing glare on him. “I won't speak, and I won't make any of those demeaning sounds you mentioned. If you, indeed, succeed in bringing me to my peak, you are to exit shortly afterwards and leave without a word, and if it takes you longer than three minutes to get there, don't even bother. I will not suffer your senseless pounding for more than I have to, especially when it does not end with your warmth flowing into me."

A soft, involuntary whimper of longing left her, at which Aldrenn closed his eyes in acceptance or epiphany. “You have my word."

“And now you know why I vastly prefer males over females, and my kind over yours."

“I understand," Aldrenn replied, nodding and flashing her a reassuring smile as she splayed her neck back on the ground to look at everything else but him.

“Proceed," she gave him the plainest of orders, spreading her legs to give him room to maneuver and sucking in a deep, shuddering, fortifying breath. Excitement buzzed through her, as bright and strong as it did prior to her first mating. Thankfully, Aldrenn had no way of noticing that, unless her clenching hind toes and swaying tail gave her away.

“Not before we settle on one key element of our interaction."

Ilyniel listened to the swishing of leaves under his sandals as he made his way to her hindquarters and kicked a leg involuntarily when he patted the sensitive inside of her strong, muscular haunch. “Every female has an affinity for one type of male, and while I am aware of what could work best for you, I prefer to let you choose the pace at which I go. Should it be slow, steady and comforting at first, and then bloom into stronger, more decisive thrusts? Or keep things vigorous and intense from the very beginning? Unlike the males you are accustomed to, my arm doesn't get tired nor flaccid, so the latter may prove to be…overwhelming to your young, inexperienced body."

It was his choice of words that convinced Ilyniel chose the latter, huffing her disapproval with his ignorance concerning her sexual experience.

“Make that one minute. If I am indeed young and inexperienced, then surely I will either enjoy or abhor this perverted attempt at a mating."

“As you wish," Aldrenn's silken voice flowed into her ears just as his hand began meandering its way down the inside of her haunch, creeping ever closer to its destination.

Ilyniel cocked her head to chance him a glance, noticing that he shifted onto his knees so that his chest stood at the same level with her moist, fleshy rift. While his right hand continued its journey, his left teased the yellow isle of skin surrounding her nethers, reminding her of just how receptive that smooth area was to the touch.

“Fifty seconds," Ilyniel reminded him, curling her neck inward so that she could watch his futile attempts at playing dragon. “Forty-five just now. Perhaps it is for the best if you linger on the surface to play with my folds. Few dragonkin do that, and while it will take longer than you have to bring me to climax, I will consider it a worthwhile attempt."

“Hmpf," Aldrenn chuckled, flashing her a mischievous, almost charming grin. “I am Aldrenn Hrastivstson, and I never settle for worthwhile attempts."

Ilyniel's breath stilled for a moment when the human suddenly wormed his way into her in the smoothest, most tantalizing way, his lesser girth amplified by the sluggish motion that no dragonkin had ever employed. Her legs instinctively spread to give him space, and her tail swung to the side, so that she could bring it over her body and seize it within her forepaws to grab onto something and brace for impending climax. The rush of ecstasy from before flooded her, and her body stiffened in anticipation of him finding the same spot from before and apply a more decisive squeeze on it.

Aldrenn didn't exploit the node of pleasure from before, however, pulling on his sleeve with his other hand while he continued to sink into her quivering depths. Her muscles twitched and shivered, hungry to greet his decently thick forearm that began to make its way through her slimy, spreading entrance. Her wetness made his passage more enjoyable than it should have been, and the foreign feeling of having such an unlikely part of a creature make its way into her body sent potent jolts of pleasure through her, eerily similar to those of her first matings.

Just when her jaws began to spread and her eyelids started to droop in expectation of his thicker, more muscular portion of his arm pushing its way into her, Aldrenn pulled out quicker than she expected, without even giving her the chance to savor his departure.

“Twenty seconds," she snarled at him, more annoyed with the faltering embers of pleasure that he refused to stoke than the nigh impossible task ahead of him. “If you truly believe that raaaaaah!"

Ilyniel's words distorted into a cacophonous growl as he plunged himself back in, tunneling his way through her fleshy corridor at twice his previous speed. She barely had time to adjust to the pace, let alone breathe and relax her clamping muscles that contracted and relaxed around him. And his arm! That damned, thick, smooth and muscular arm! Not only did the girth of his noticeable muscles spread her lips more than any dragon's shaft ever did, but he sank all the way inside to his elbow within her squelching, shuddering pussy, causing Ilyniel's eyes to widen at how fulfilling it felt to be so thoroughly filled.

“And now I'll wait," Aldrenn said, wearing a smug, satisfied expression. “Given the strength and intensity of your shudders, I approximate ten seconds to climax, and we had fifteen left, yes?"

Ilyniel wanted to protest, to lash out at that vain buffoon, to whip him away with her tail and prevent him from humiliating her in such vile way, but just like he predicted, Ilyniel's body turned against her without him even twitching his limb. Her muscles did all the work, clenching and releasing him in short bursts to milk him of his absent seed, intent on easing its flow. She scrunched her eyes shut to fight the fire welling within her underbelly to the best of her ability, and the slow, rhythmical breaths almost got her through if Aldrenn kept his word.

Without warning, his arm began to twitch to simulate a male's throbs, and his hand began to spread inside her tightest, softest, most receptive confines in the same way that a stallion's flare did, pushing her past the point of no return.

Ilyniel didn't roar. She whined and whimpered as potent, ecstatic spasms traversed her nether depths, spreading that warm, overpowering, numbing glow through the rest of her body. Through her shuttered, twitching eyelids that she fought to keep open, Ilyniel watched her lips pulsate and quiver around him, rewarding him with a trail of clear, translucent and softer smelling climax that couldn't be her treasured nectar.

Relieved that his fabled skills led to a plain orgasm that other males were perfectly fit to grant her, Ilyniel closed her eyes and basked in the rush coalescing between her legs, willing her muscles to clamp tighter and thus stimulate herself further to savor every second of that unnaturally tight appendage lodged within her.

“Leave," Ilyniel commanded him as soon as she recovered her bearing, her toes still clenching and relaxing from just how enjoyable this turned out to be. “And wash yourself on the way to the city. Nobody must know."

“We will wash together," Aldrenn said as he began to slowly pull himself out of her still needy and sensitive muscles that clung to him with everything they had. “After I help rid you of all that pent-up frustration that other males failed to."

Ilyniel tried to protest, to put an end to this embarrassing episode of debauchery, but only a frail growl made its way through her throat when Aldrenn's already lubricated arm pushed its way into her once again. Though her mind rebelled at the idea of experiencing another climax so soon after her previous one and risk giving the human the satisfaction he had been anticipating all along, her body welcomed him into its embrace. Her limbs all stiffened at being so thoroughly filled once again, and her jaws parted to let out soft, panting breaths to help her recover from her previous episode of utmost delight.

“I was afraid to hurt you, but now that I am familiar with your sex and you are accustomed to my arm, it is time to fulfill your earlier request."

Just like before, he did not give her the courtesy to reply and immediately took advantage of the sluggish, foggy state of her mind that focused entirely on the pleasurable sensations coursing through her.

Previously, Aldrenn only plunged himself into her twice and at a slow, steady pace, but now that arousal practically smeared her underbelly and poured out of her slit in lazy rivulets, the human was far less reserved. As soon as he pulled his hand out of her, the human balled his fingers into a fist that he shoved through her all the way up to his shoulder in one sudden, vigorous stroke.

And he didn't stay there! As soon as his fist filled her innermost depths, he retreated before she could even clasp around him and savor his thickness, only to repeat the same rapid motion a second time, and a third, then a fourth, after which the speed became too much for the dragoness to endure.

Ilyniel flopped onto her side, coiling around herself, eyes squeezed shut under the immense strain of pleasure flooding her senses.

“No, I…rrrrh…don't want to….grhhhh…too intense!" she barely managed through faint growls and whimpers while she still possessed the strength to do so, her acumen quickly drowning into the rising tides of utter delight.

Aldrenn didn't stop. He did not even slow down. Instead, he assaulted her trembling, overeager insides with stroke after firm, steady stroke, working her towards her second peak faster than she had ever expected.

Unable to cope with his maddened pace, Ilyniel buried her snout into her forepaws to muffle her constant whine, her head spinning from the overpowering surge of utter delight welling within her underbelly. The audible, erotic squelches of her wet flesh distending every time he punched his way through her engorged and overly sensitive lips served to amplify these otherworldly sensations that threatened to overtake her.

And that wasn't all.

Just when Ilyniel's fire threatened to erupt and her jaws clenched to brace for it, the human's hand bloomed within her, his wrist rotating within her so that his fingertips groped, stroked and rapidly caressed her innermost and most vulnerable tissue while his other hand rubbed her vaginal lips with equally frantic motions. No male had ever done that, for no male had the ability to employ their forepaws to such degree.

Brought on the brink of madness by the sheer pressure welled within her tense muscles, Ilyniel's resilience gave in. All at once, her nether depths suddenly caved in around Aldrenn, then relaxed in an equally abrupt fashion to squirt out the essence of her body in one overwhelming explosion of pure bliss.

That fiery wave of thicker, richer, cloudier nectar felt as if she expelled all the fire welled within her body, coaxing her muscles to twitch and convulse erratically around Aldrenn to stimulate him towards his peak and feel his own hot essence soothe her clamping insides.

It never came, and neither did it matter. Lost in that ocean of euphoria, Ilyniel could only whine and whimper and purr as she navigated her way through currents of unbridled pleasure, her entire frame numb but for the sizzling sensations coursing through her sex and underbelly.

It was only after Aldrenn pulled out that her breathing finally began to adjust and the thick mist engulfing her senses began to lift. After licking her snout to collect some of the drool that spilled past her lolling tongue during her moment of utter abandon, Ilyniel blinked away the tears of elation from her eyes to clear her vision, but to no avail. Aldrenn remained distorted and fuzzy, like an apparition tore from a most delightful and fulfilling dream.

“Rest now," he said as he settled beside her head to lift and guide her snout onto his lap to caress. “It is natural to feel light-headed after shooting your royal nectar for the first time. Breathe slow and calm."

Ilyniel tried to move, but when her spent muscles refused to obey, she closed her eyes and surrendered to Aldrenn's caress, his strokes far too tender and enjoyable not to savor.

“I….wash…."

“Shh, yes, we will wash," Aldrenn reassured her, kissing the tip of her snout. “But in your current state, I'm afraid you would just drown."

Ilyniel let out a faint growl in protest, and even that took much more out of her than she expected.

“You wanted it," he playfully chided her. “And you forgot to mention it is your first real orgasm. There is a reason these tend to be very rare during the copulation with other dragonkin, and you can probably guess why."

She couldn't. Not in her dizzy, feeble state. But for the most bizarre reason, she trusted him enough to lean against his stomach and let him take care of her until this irksome weakness fled her system. It was his job, after all, to pamper her to the best of his abilities.

***THE END***

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