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"Can you handle one more, sweetie?" The buxom raccoon courtesan asked with a playful smile, her bushy tail flicking with anticipation as she eyed the red dragon facing her.

Elek took a few deep breaths, his eyes watering from the last punt to his crotch. He straightened his posture, his tail swishing in a slow arc behind him. "Yeah, I can handle one more," he croaked, his voice slightly higher-pitched than normal due to the pain. "But you can go harder this time."

"Well, if you insist," the courtesan chuckled, resting her hands on her wide hips, while inspecting the tall, naked dragon standing with his legs spread before her. At her height, she was perfectly eye-level with his impressive dragonhood, which she had been admiring all evening. She took a step forward and took a practice swing, the tip of her foot playfully tapping the underside of his heavy testicles, making him flinch a little.

With a wink, Magdalena wound up her leg and delivered the fourteenth kick, her foot connecting with a resounding 'thwack' that sent Elek's balls shooting up towards his stomach. The force of the impact made him double over, and precum shot from his cock, his hands instinctively flying to protect his nuts. The raccoon stepped back, watching the dragon groan and stumble a little.

"Was that better?" Magdalena asked sweetly.

Elek took a moment to recover, panting heavily and fighting the urge to drop to his knees. In his culture, stopping at the thirteenth kick was considered unlucky, so he'd asked for one more, despite the agony he was already in. He hadn't expected the raccoon to be able to kick so high and with such force, especially given their height difference. Once the nauseating wave of pain subsided, he managed to stand upright again.

"Yeah," he answered, his voice strained, "that was much better." He stumbled backwards and collapsed onto the plush bed behind him, his legs splayed out and his cock standing at attention, despite all the abuse his balls had taken. "Where did you learn to kick like that?"

The raccoon courtesan shrugged her shoulders, her voluptuous chest jiggling slightly with the movement. "You'd be surprised how many rude clients I've had to deal with over the years," she said with a coy smile, "Some males just don't understand that 'no' means 'no' unless a swift kick to the nuts accompanies it."

"Oh really?" Elek said with a wince, his hand gently rolling his red orbs. "Well, you're almost as good as a dragoness back home."

Her ears perked up at his words and crossed her arms under her ample chest, watching him intently. "Almost, huh?" she said, raising an eyebrow. She took a step closer to him and playfully flicked one of his giant testicles with her finger, causing him to yelp loudly. "I guess next time I won't hold back then."

Elek chuckled nervously, his eyes watering slightly as he felt the sting of her touch. "Maybe later, when the pain lets up a bit," he suggested, his voice a bit shakier than he would have liked. He couldn't help but stare at the raccoon's bare body, taking in the furry curves that contrasted so starkly with the sleek scales of his kind. Her breasts were large and round, the dark tips of her nipples standing erect as if begging to be pinched. The beastkin women he'd encountered so far had all been covered in clothing, leaving their forms to the imagination, something Elek was still getting used to. Red dragons came from a society of nudists, and the concept of clothes seemed strange and restrictive to him. But inside the brothel walls, she was as naked as he was, her fur groomed to perfection.

Magdalena tried not to smirk and sauntered over to a small table, her hips swaying mesmerisingly with each step, which earned another dribble of precum from Elek. She picked up the carafe of wine and filled two glasses, one for herself and one for the panting dragon on the bed. "Here," she said, extending the glass to Elek, "this should help with the pain."

He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and took the offered glass with a nod of thanks.

"You know, most of the guys who come here just want to be pampered and get off," the female raccoon said, sipping her wine with a knowing smile. She sat down next to Elek, her fur brushing against his scales. "I've kicked my fair share of balls in self-defence, but you're the first one to actually pay for a good kick in the nuts. And the fact that you don't even want to cum?" She tilted her head to the side, eyeing him curiously. "It's a bit... unusual."

Elek took a gulp of wine, the cool liquid soothing his dry throat. "Not where I'm from," he said with a wince, his hand cradling his bruised testicles. "Back home, we do these sorts of things all the time." He took another sip, contemplating how he should explain it. "It's simply a dragon thing. It's like... a way of showing affection, I guess."

"If that's the case," the courtesan mused, circling the rim of her glass with a slender finger, "then I wish more dragons would visit. It's certainly a nice change of pace from the usual night's work we do around here." She took another sip, watching as Elek's hand gently massaged the tender area between his legs. Her blue eyes flicked down to his massive red balls, which had begun to take on a slightly darker hue from her ministrations. "Would you like me to massage those for you?" she offered, setting her glass down with a gentle clink.

Elek's eyes lit up at the suggestion, and he nodded eagerly. "Yes, please," he managed, reaching for his satchel. "How much will it cost?"

"Oh, it's on the house, sweetie," the raccoon replied warmly. She gracefully hopped off the bed and sauntered over to a shelf, where she picked up a bottle of fragrant massage oil. "I feel it's the least I can do after roughing you up like that."

Elek couldn't help but let out a low groan as she returned and poured a generous amount of the lavender-smelling oil onto her hands, and gently kneaded his bruised testicles. The warmth of the oil, combined with the pressure of her delicate hands, was a heavenly sensation that made his scales shiver with pleasure. He leaned back into the pillows, his eyes closing as she began to work her magic.

For a moment, the raccoon considered taking Elek's balls into her mouth and suck on them as she massaged them, but quickly dismissed the idea with a slight pout. She concluded that even one dragon testicle was too large for her to fit in her mouth, let alone both. Instead, she focused on her task, massaging his red orbs with a gentle yet firm touch, feeling the tension ease from his body as she worked. Her skilled hands knew just the right amount of pressure to apply to soothe the pain, and occasionally, she would tease the base of his cock with her fingertips.

Precum leaked from his tip as the raccoon's skilled hands massaged his testicles, her touch sending waves of pleasure through his body. Without missing a beat, she noticed the slick bead at the tip of his cock and leaned down to lick it off. The sudden contact of her warm, wet tongue sent a jolt of electricity through Elek's spine, making him gasp. He watched as her eyes met his and she smirked before taking the head of his cock into her mouth.

Magdalena's tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, flicking and teasing the slit, as he fought to keep his composure. The dragon's hips bucked slightly, and she chuckled around his cockhead before pulling back to speak. "Have you already forgotten the rule you set when entering our establishment? Red dragons can't cum unless it's with their mates," she reminded him with a smirk.

That was true. Edging was an integral part of being a red dragon. It was a sign of self-control and endurance, something that female dragons found incredibly attractive in a mate. It was common for a red dragon to refrain from climaxing for months, and a male must abstain for an entire year if he wants to marry his partner. Even a bachelor dragon like Elek must edge himself frequently to show his dedication to any dragoness that might take an interest in him.

"I know, I know," he murmured, his voice a bit strained as the raccoon's finger rubbed against his frenulum. "Can you tell me about any particularly memorable kicks you've given? It'll help to distract me."

The raccoon leaned back, her expression contemplative as she thought back over her years of work. "Ah, yes," she said after a moment, her smile turning a bit wicked, "I had this one client, a beefy elephant who claimed to be a knight. He strutted in here like he owned the place, flashed his coin purse and demanded the best whores in the house. I drew the shortest straw that night. He was as thick-skinned as he was thick-headed, didn't listen to a word I said, he just picked me up and threw me on the bed, roughly, I might add." Her grip on Elek's balls tightened briefly at the memory, making him flinch.

"It was clear from the start that he didn't respect me," the courtesan continued, her eyes flashing with a hint of anger. "He was rough, demanded things I wasn't comfortable with, and when I told him 'no,' he just laughed it off and called me a slut," Elek yelped in pain as she squeezed his testicles a little tighter with each word she spoke. "But I showed him. When he had me pinned down on the bed, I managed to get a knee up and connected it with his family jewels. He went down like a sack of potatoes."

Elek squirmed as Magdalena squeezed his testicles harder while recounting the story of the elephant knight. "A-and what h-happened next?" he gritted out, his eyes watering from the pain.

The raccoon took a moment to let that image sink in, her short claws digging into each of Elek's bulging balls. "Apparently that wasn't enough, though. He'd fallen down on the floor, but he grabbed my leg and wouldn't let go, and he started calling me all sorts of filthy names. I could tell I needed to protect myself, and his big ol' nuts were still right there in the open, so uh…I just started stomping! And I didn't stop 'til he was good and passed out." She winced sheepishly. "There, uh…there may have been a 'pop' involved."

Elek's eyes went wide at the revelation, and his dick gave a confused twitch at the mention of the word 'pop' "I'm, uh…I-I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said, with genuine sympathy. Suddenly, her tight grip on his dragon-makers took on a new and more dangerous connotation.

She scoffed, shaking her head. "It's ancient history, sweetie," she mused, letting go of his balls and stroking his shaft lightly as she talked. "Besides, that elephant got the worst of it. He never came back to our little establishment after that. "Magdalena's tail swished in amusement at the memory. "Sometimes I feel a little guilty about leaving him one nut lighter, but from what I heard afterwards, I wasn't the first woman he'd manhandled, or the first gal who'd busted his balls. And hey, he's still got a spare! Hopefully, that's a reminder to be more respectful with any gal he beds in the future."

Elek looked down at the nude raccoon, processing this new information. It certainly changed his perspective on how confidently she'd booted his balls into his throat just a few minutes earlier. His dragonhood gave another bewildered throb, a fresh drop of precum glistening at its tip. "W-well," the male continued, finding the confidence to tease her a bit, "you know, if you were a red dragoness, you'd be wed to that elephant after popping his nut like that."

Magdalena's eyes went wide, and she playfully slapped his balls before bursting into laughter. "Ew! Don't say that! One popped ball is enough for me, dragon boy."

The dragon yelped and clutched his bruised balls, laughing despite the familiar ache spreading through his groin. While it's true that red dragon brides did pop one of their fiancé's testicles during their wedding night, it was a symbolic act done with love and consent. But maybe that's not what the raccoon wanted to hear right now.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding," Elek assured her through his laughter, protecting his balls with both hands. The raccoon smiled, and she pulled her hand back, allowing him to relax a little.

"Good," she said with a playful snarl, "because that's not how I want to get married, thank you very much!" She reached for Elek's wine glass he'd put aside and took a sip, her eyes never leaving his cock, which now glistened with his precum and massage oil. "But enough about me," she said, setting the glass down, "What's your story, big guy? How does a dragon like you end up in a place like this?"

Elek leaned his head back and sighed. "Well, I've been travelling with this merchant caravan for about five weeks now. They came through my village far up north, looking to trade and barter, but they also needed some extra muscle for the journey back south. With bandits on the rise, a couple of dragons tagging along would scare away any potential troublemakers," he explained, his voice trailing off a bit. "And for me, it was a chance to get away from home after... Well, after my girl and I broke up, it seemed like a good idea to travel for a while."

Magdanela nodded sympathetically. "Break ups can be tough," she said, her paws gently cupping his bruised balls. "But it's better that she broke your heart than your balls, right?"

Elek's smile wavered a bit as he thought about it. He'd briefly wondered if his ex-girlfriend would be the one to take one of his testicles in the traditional red dragon marriage ceremony.

The raccoon's smile softened, and she nodded in understanding before her playful expression returned. "Ah, so you thought a fancy brothel would be the cure for your broken heart, huh?" she teased, grabbing the dragon's dick again and giving it a gentle squeeze, watching his reaction. "Well, I can't say I blame you. I am rather skilled at making males forget about all their worries." She leaned in closer, her fur brushing against his scales, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I think I know just the thing to take your mind off your troubles."

Elek groaned as she began to stroke him again, her hand gliding smoothly along his shaft, the oil and precum making it slick and slippery. "Oh, do you now?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

"Mmhmm," she replied, giving his cock a kiss on the tip, "Normally, I'd help you by letting you blow your load all over my tits," she said with a cheeky grin, "but I guess that's not on the table, since you're a red dragon. Speaking of which, when was the last time you'd cum?"

Elek groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as the raccoon's nimble fingers moved up and down his cock. "T-three months," he stuttered, trying to focus on the conversation rather than the intense pleasure.

"Three months?" Magdalena's eyes widened in surprise. "No wonder these boys are so heavy," she marvelled, giving his testicles a gentle heft. "Well, I think I have another way to take your mind off your troubles," she said with a knowing smile. "Seven more silver coins, and I'll kick your nuts as hard as a dragoness. That's a guarantee."

"T-two silver coins." Elek moaned, his hand tightening on the bedsheets.

The raccoon courtesan raised an eyebrow, her hand continuing its steady rhythm on Elek's cock. "Five silver coins," she countered with a smirk.

Elek's breath hitched, and his eyes squeezed shut as the raccoon's hand picked up speed. "F-four silver coins," he managed to stutter out, his body taut as a bowstring, "and you kick me twice."

Magdalena chuckled, her hand slowing to a crawl. "Alright, four it is," she agreed, pleased with the deal she'd secured.

Elek managed to get to his feet; his rock-hard cock throbbed and fired a rope of precum on the floor. The courtesan stretched her legs while the red dragon fished out four silver coins from his pouch and placed them on the bedside table with a clink.

Elek took a deep breath and nodded, I'm ready," he said, bracing himself, legs spread wide and his hands behind his head. The raccoon took her position, her fluffy tail swishing in anticipation. She took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing as she aimed for her target.

"I don't think you are."

"THUMP!"

"Can you handle one more, sweetie?" The buxom raccoon courtesan asked with a playful smile, her bushy tail flicking with anticipation as she eyed the red dragon facing her.

Elek took a few deep breaths, his eyes watering from the last punt to his crotch. He straightened his posture, his tail swishing in a slow arc behind him. "Yeah, I can handle one more," he croaked, his voice slightly higher-pitched than normal due to the pain. "But you can go harder this time."

"Well, if you insist," the courtesan chuckled, resting her hands on her wide hips, while inspecting the tall, naked dragon standing with his legs spread before her. At her height, she was perfectly eye-level with his impressive dragonhood, which she had been admiring all evening. She took a step forward and took a practice swing, the tip of her foot playfully tapping the underside of his heavy testicles, making him flinch a little.

With a wink, Magdalena wound up her leg and delivered the fourteenth kick, her foot connecting with a resounding 'thwack' that sent Elek's balls shooting up towards his stomach. The force of the impact made him double over, and precum shot from his cock, his hands instinctively flying to protect his nuts. The raccoon stepped back, watching the dragon groan and stumble a little.

"Was that better?" Magdalena asked sweetly.

Elek took a moment to recover, panting heavily and fighting the urge to drop to his knees. In his culture, stopping at the thirteenth kick was considered unlucky, so he'd asked for one more, despite the agony he was already in. He hadn't expected the raccoon to be able to kick so high and with such force, especially given their height difference. Once the nauseating wave of pain subsided, he managed to stand upright again.

"Yeah," he answered, his voice strained, "that was much better." He stumbled backwards and collapsed onto the plush bed behind him, his legs splayed out and his cock standing at attention, despite all the abuse his balls had taken. "Where did you learn to kick like that?"

The raccoon courtesan shrugged her shoulders, her voluptuous chest jiggling slightly with the movement. "You'd be surprised how many rude clients I've had to deal with over the years," she said with a coy smile, "Some males just don't understand that 'no' means 'no' unless a swift kick to the nuts accompanies it."

"Oh really?" Elek said with a wince, his hand gently rolling his red orbs. "Well, you're almost as good as a dragoness back home."

Her ears perked up at his words and crossed her arms under her ample chest, watching him intently. "Almost, huh?" she said, raising an eyebrow. She took a step closer to him and playfully flicked one of his giant testicles with her finger, causing him to yelp loudly. "I guess next time I won't hold back then."

Elek chuckled nervously, his eyes watering slightly as he felt the sting of her touch. "Maybe later, when the pain lets up a bit," he suggested, his voice a bit shakier than he would have liked. He couldn't help but stare at the raccoon's bare body, taking in the furry curves that contrasted so starkly with the sleek scales of his kind. Her breasts were large and round, the dark tips of her nipples standing erect as if begging to be pinched. The beastkin women he'd encountered so far had all been covered in clothing, leaving their forms to the imagination, something Elek was still getting used to. Red dragons came from a society of nudists, and the concept of clothes seemed strange and restrictive to him. But inside the brothel walls, she was as naked as he was, her fur groomed to perfection.

Magdalena tried not to smirk and sauntered over to a small table, her hips swaying mesmerisingly with each step, which earned another dribble of precum from Elek. She picked up the carafe of wine and filled two glasses, one for herself and one for the panting dragon on the bed. "Here," she said, extending the glass to Elek, "this should help with the pain."

He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and took the offered glass with a nod of thanks.

"You know, most of the guys who come here just want to be pampered and get off," the female raccoon said, sipping her wine with a knowing smile. She sat down next to Elek, her fur brushing against his scales. "I've kicked my fair share of balls in self-defence, but you're the first one to actually pay for a good kick in the nuts. And the fact that you don't even want to cum?" She tilted her head to the side, eyeing him curiously. "It's a bit... unusual."

Elek took a gulp of wine, the cool liquid soothing his dry throat. "Not where I'm from," he said with a wince, his hand cradling his bruised testicles. "Back home, we do these sorts of things all the time." He took another sip, contemplating how he should explain it. "It's simply a dragon thing. It's like... a way of showing affection, I guess."

"If that's the case," the courtesan mused, circling the rim of her glass with a slender finger, "then I wish more dragons would visit. It's certainly a nice change of pace from the usual night's work we do around here." She took another sip, watching as Elek's hand gently massaged the tender area between his legs. Her blue eyes flicked down to his massive red balls, which had begun to take on a slightly darker hue from her ministrations. "Would you like me to massage those for you?" she offered, setting her glass down with a gentle clink.

Elek's eyes lit up at the suggestion, and he nodded eagerly. "Yes, please," he managed, reaching for his satchel. "How much will it cost?"

"Oh, it's on the house, sweetie," the raccoon replied warmly. She gracefully hopped off the bed and sauntered over to a shelf, where she picked up a bottle of fragrant massage oil. "I feel it's the least I can do after roughing you up like that."

Elek couldn't help but let out a low groan as she returned and poured a generous amount of the lavender-smelling oil onto her hands, and gently kneaded his bruised testicles. The warmth of the oil, combined with the pressure of her delicate hands, was a heavenly sensation that made his scales shiver with pleasure. He leaned back into the pillows, his eyes closing as she began to work her magic.

For a moment, the raccoon considered taking Elek's balls into her mouth and suck on them as she massaged them, but quickly dismissed the idea with a slight pout. She concluded that even one dragon testicle was too large for her to fit in her mouth, let alone both. Instead, she focused on her task, massaging his red orbs with a gentle yet firm touch, feeling the tension ease from his body as she worked. Her skilled hands knew just the right amount of pressure to apply to soothe the pain, and occasionally, she would tease the base of his cock with her fingertips.

Precum leaked from his tip as the raccoon's skilled hands massaged his testicles, her touch sending waves of pleasure through his body. Without missing a beat, she noticed the slick bead at the tip of his cock and leaned down to lick it off. The sudden contact of her warm, wet tongue sent a jolt of electricity through Elek's spine, making him gasp. He watched as her eyes met his and she smirked before taking the head of his cock into her mouth.

Magdalena's tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, flicking and teasing the slit, as he fought to keep his composure. The dragon's hips bucked slightly, and she chuckled around his cockhead before pulling back to speak. "Have you already forgotten the rule you set when entering our establishment? Red dragons can't cum unless it's with their mates," she reminded him with a smirk.

That was true. Edging was an integral part of being a red dragon. It was a sign of self-control and endurance, something that female dragons found incredibly attractive in a mate. It was common for a red dragon to refrain from climaxing for months, and a male must abstain for an entire year if he wants to marry his partner. Even a bachelor dragon like Elek must edge himself frequently to show his dedication to any dragoness that might take an interest in him.

"I know, I know," he murmured, his voice a bit strained as the raccoon's finger rubbed against his frenulum. "Can you tell me about any particularly memorable kicks you've given? It'll help to distract me."

The raccoon leaned back, her expression contemplative as she thought back over her years of work. "Ah, yes," she said after a moment, her smile turning a bit wicked, "I had this one client, a beefy elephant who claimed to be a knight. He strutted in here like he owned the place, flashed his coin purse and demanded the best whores in the house. I drew the shortest straw that night. He was as thick-skinned as he was thick-headed, didn't listen to a word I said, he just picked me up and threw me on the bed, roughly, I might add." Her grip on Elek's balls tightened briefly at the memory, making him flinch.

"It was clear from the start that he didn't respect me," the courtesan continued, her eyes flashing with a hint of anger. "He was rough, demanded things I wasn't comfortable with, and when I told him 'no,' he just laughed it off and called me a slut," Elek yelped in pain as she squeezed his testicles a little tighter with each word she spoke. "But I showed him. When he had me pinned down on the bed, I managed to get a knee up and connected it with his family jewels. He went down like a sack of potatoes."

Elek squirmed as Magdalena squeezed his testicles harder while recounting the story of the elephant knight. "A-and what h-happened next?" he gritted out, his eyes watering from the pain.

The raccoon took a moment to let that image sink in, her short claws digging into each of Elek's bulging balls. "Apparently that wasn't enough, though. He'd fallen down on the floor, but he grabbed my leg and wouldn't let go, and he started calling me all sorts of filthy names. I could tell I needed to protect myself, and his big ol' nuts were still right there in the open, so uh…I just started stomping! And I didn't stop 'til he was good and passed out." She winced sheepishly. "There, uh…there may have been a 'pop' involved."

Elek's eyes went wide at the revelation, and his dick gave a confused twitch at the mention of the word 'pop' "I'm, uh…I-I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said, with genuine sympathy. Suddenly, her tight grip on his dragon-makers took on a new and more dangerous connotation.

She scoffed, shaking her head. "It's ancient history, sweetie," she mused, letting go of his balls and stroking his shaft lightly as she talked. "Besides, that elephant got the worst of it. He never came back to our little establishment after that. "Magdalena's tail swished in amusement at the memory. "Sometimes I feel a little guilty about leaving him one nut lighter, but from what I heard afterwards, I wasn't the first woman he'd manhandled, or the first gal who'd busted his balls. And hey, he's still got a spare! Hopefully, that's a reminder to be more respectful with any gal he beds in the future."

Elek looked down at the nude raccoon, processing this new information. It certainly changed his perspective on how confidently she'd booted his balls into his throat just a few minutes earlier. His dragonhood gave another bewildered throb, a fresh drop of precum glistening at its tip. "W-well," the male continued, finding the confidence to tease her a bit, "you know, if you were a red dragoness, you'd be wed to that elephant after popping his nut like that."

Magdalena's eyes went wide, and she playfully slapped his balls before bursting into laughter. "Ew! Don't say that! One popped ball is enough for me, dragon boy."

The dragon yelped and clutched his bruised balls, laughing despite the familiar ache spreading through his groin. While it's true that red dragon brides did pop one of their fiancé's testicles during their wedding night, it was a symbolic act done with love and consent. But maybe that's not what the raccoon wanted to hear right now.

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding," Elek assured her through his laughter, protecting his balls with both hands. The raccoon smiled, and she pulled her hand back, allowing him to relax a little.

"Good," she said with a playful snarl, "because that's not how I want to get married, thank you very much!" She reached for Elek's wine glass he'd put aside and took a sip, her eyes never leaving his cock, which now glistened with his precum and massage oil. "But enough about me," she said, setting the glass down, "What's your story, big guy? How does a dragon like you end up in a place like this?"

Elek leaned his head back and sighed. "Well, I've been travelling with this merchant caravan for about five weeks now. They came through my village far up north, looking to trade and barter, but they also needed some extra muscle for the journey back south. With bandits on the rise, a couple of dragons tagging along would scare away any potential troublemakers," he explained, his voice trailing off a bit. "And for me, it was a chance to get away from home after... Well, after my girl and I broke up, it seemed like a good idea to travel for a while."

Magdanela nodded sympathetically. "Break ups can be tough," she said, her paws gently cupping his bruised balls. "But it's better that she broke your heart than your balls, right?"

Elek's smile wavered a bit as he thought about it. He'd briefly wondered if his ex-girlfriend would be the one to take one of his testicles in the traditional red dragon marriage ceremony.

The raccoon's smile softened, and she nodded in understanding before her playful expression returned. "Ah, so you thought a fancy brothel would be the cure for your broken heart, huh?" she teased, grabbing the dragon's dick again and giving it a gentle squeeze, watching his reaction. "Well, I can't say I blame you. I am rather skilled at making males forget about all their worries." She leaned in closer, her fur brushing against his scales, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I think I know just the thing to take your mind off your troubles."

Elek groaned as she began to stroke him again, her hand gliding smoothly along his shaft, the oil and precum making it slick and slippery. "Oh, do you now?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

"Mmhmm," she replied, giving his cock a kiss on the tip, "Normally, I'd help you by letting you blow your load all over my tits," she said with a cheeky grin, "but I guess that's not on the table, since you're a red dragon. Speaking of which, when was the last time you'd cum?"

Elek groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as the raccoon's nimble fingers moved up and down his cock. "T-three months," he stuttered, trying to focus on the conversation rather than the intense pleasure.

"Three months?" Magdalena's eyes widened in surprise. "No wonder these boys are so heavy," she marvelled, giving his testicles a gentle heft. "Well, I think I have another way to take your mind off your troubles," she said with a knowing smile. "Seven more silver coins, and I'll kick your nuts as hard as a dragoness. That's a guarantee."

"T-two silver coins." Elek moaned, his hand tightening on the bedsheets.

The raccoon courtesan raised an eyebrow, her hand continuing its steady rhythm on Elek's cock. "Five silver coins," she countered with a smirk.

Elek's breath hitched, and his eyes squeezed shut as the raccoon's hand picked up speed. "F-four silver coins," he managed to stutter out, his body taut as a bowstring, "and you kick me twice."

Magdalena chuckled, her hand slowing to a crawl. "Alright, four it is," she agreed, pleased with the deal she'd secured.

Elek managed to get to his feet; his rock-hard cock throbbed and fired a rope of precum on the floor. The courtesan stretched her legs while the red dragon fished out four silver coins from his pouch and placed them on the bedside table with a clink.

Elek took a deep breath and nodded, I'm ready," he said, bracing himself, legs spread wide and his hands behind his head. The raccoon took her position, her fluffy tail swishing in anticipation. She took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing as she aimed for her target.

"I don't think you are."

"THUMP!"