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Manicured claws tapped against the surface of a large, dark mahogany desk at a slow, steady pace.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

A sigh of extreme boredom could be heard. The claws tapped faster.

Tap tap tap tap...

The orange glow of the setting sun streamed through the balcony doors and cast a warm halo over the silhouette of Linna's massive form. A gentle breeze carried the spiced scents of the open market below into the room. The dragoness leaned back in her chair, the soft leather creaked under her considerable weight. Her tail flicked lazily behind her, the spade-shaped tip brushing against the stone floor as she struggled to focus on the texts in front of her.

The tapping reached a fever pace.

Taptaptaptap...

"Oh my Gods, this is fucking miserable." she mumbled to the empty room, finally reaching her breaking point with the tedious paperwork in front of her. She pushed the chair back away from the desk and stood up, stretching her arms up over her head and yawning. The dragoness was nude; her body bathed in the waning sunlight. Her dark scales took on a warm hue.

The exhaustion of the day pressed down on her, she turned towards a nearby pit of pillows to rest, but a glint caught her eye and she was immediately distracted. Against the far wall of the room was a newly installed floor-to-ceiling mirror. Linna gracefully wove her way across the room, she stopped in front of the glass and struck a pose, the sunlight framing her body perfectly.

Linna had requested the mirror's installation, though it was not expected until next week and it was a pleasant surprise to have it here early. At a glance it was just an expertly crafted artisanal mirror, its black base edged with gold and inset with rubies, inspired by her own jewelry of course.

The rubies were the key to the mirror's hidden purpose; they would allow her to open a portal to her private oasis with much less of her own mana using the glass itself as a locus for the spell. The mirror�s sibling was already installed at the oasis so she would need to test the magic soon to make sure it worked. For now, it was just a mirror... or so she thought.

Linna admired the mirror for several minutes before inevitably looking at herself, it was a mirror after all, it was perfectly normal to admire oneself in a mirror. Her eyes roamed over her scales and took note of areas that needed more buffing or oiling. Her hands trailed over her body and traced the curves she saw in the mirror. Fingers stopped at the tip of a breast and gave an experimental tug to one of her knocker piercings that caused her to suck air in through her teeth. Every waking moment of the past week had been occupied with the business of governing and it was nice to take a moment to herself after the boredom of administrative work.

The dragoness was technically the Queen, but the title was an empty one. It allowed Kharisha to easily remind other nations that it was Linna's magical prowess that tamed the wild desert. Kharisha was small, not much more than a city-state, but it was rich in the magical artifacts and natural resources of the Taravanne desert and would be an easy target if not for the vicious magical storms that scoured the desert.

Gaia was the true face of the city; she'd lived here for as long as anyone could remember and kept the gears turning for those that eked out an existence in the sands. That's not to say that Linna didn't participate in the running of things, but she usually had the rest of the Council to rely on. In the dragoness' infinite wisdom, she had given them a week to rest during a particularly slow time. Gaia and Amelia were at the oasis taking a much-deserved retreat from the hubbub of the city. Most of the others were still here at the manor, but she did not want to bother them unless it was a true emergency.

It was hard to pout with a dragon's snout, but she made an admirable attempt as she grumbled at her reflection in the mirror. "That's the last time I let them take a vacation at the same time" Her faux-upset expression broke into a smile as she kept thinking about the others, her heart full of love for her friends and partners. Thoughts of their escapades, both innocent and lewd, flitted through her imagination like fireflies. The week had left little time for personal care, and Linna's body responded to the intimate thoughts in a very predictable fashion.

Muscles in her groin tensed, her sheath stretching open as her flare began to slide free followed by several thick inches, pre leaking from the spongy tip. One hand trailed sensually across her body, the clawed fingers scratching their way over her scales, squeezing her plump rear, doing their best to fully palm her heavy balls. With the other, Linna pawed at her own breast, tugging the piercing again. The rest of her cock quickly emerged, resting against her heavy balls as she struggled to maintain composure as more pre splattered noisily onto the floor.

The mirror had the dragoness' rapt attention as she watched her body respond to her ministrations. Seconds ticked by; each punctuated by a throb from her shaft as it hardened, far too heavy to ever quite get perpendicular to her body. She moved her roaming hand to the thick member, slowly beginning to stroke up and down its length. She took great care to stop and squeeze her flare when her hand was near, the extra stimulation always sent tiny shudders of pleasure up her spine, making her cock throb extra hard and leak more pre. The translucent liquid mostly dripped into a pool on the floor, but on the upstroke, she'd inevitably capture some in her hand and it made the dark flesh of her cock glisten in the waning light.

The scent of her arousal mingled with the lingering smell of incense, creating a heady perfume that seemed to envelop Linna in a cloud of desire. Her hips began to move on their own, thrusting rhythmically against her hand in time to her downstrokes, slick sounds of her masturbation accompanied by the louder smack of her heavy balls slapping against her wrist. The mirror reflected every quivering curve of her body, accentuating her raw, sensual beauty. Her eyes were locked onto the reflection of her shaft, taking in every movement it made and tailoring her touches to its reactions.

With her other hand, she gently pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger, sending sparks of pain and pleasure cascading down to her throbbing cock. The dragoness� nerves tingled with sensation, pushed her closer to her release; she gasped as she felt the familiar tightness coil low in her belly, each stroke winding the spring tighter. Linna�s senses were heighted and she could feel everything she was doing to herself, adding to the sensual torment she was inflicting, her body ached for a release but she was denying it that satisfaction.

The heavy, wet sounds of her masturbation echoed off the walls as a song of carnal indulgence. She was participating in this debauchery, but she also felt a thrill from watching it unfold in the mirror. The reflection of the dragoness she watched in the mirror was clearly on the brink of losing herself to pleasure. The act of self-voyeurism seemed to amplify her senses, making every touch more intense, every sensation more vivid. Her tail thrashed behind her, the tip whipping against the floor in a rhythm that matched the pulsing need between her legs.

As she neared the brink of orgasm, Linna tightened her grip around her cock, increasing the pressure and speed of her strokes. She bit down on her tongue to stifle a moan, the pain grounding her just enough to keep from tumbling over the edge into oblivion. Her free hand traveled back downward to squeeze her balls, compressing them in her palm as she continued to pleasure herself relentlessly.

The sounds of her masturbation grew louder, more urgent, filling every corner of the room until it felt like there was nothing else in existence. Linna's body trembled with need, her cock pulsing violently in her grip as she brought herself right to the precipice before slower her strokes just enough to keep from coming. The primal dance of desire and restraint slowed, if only for a moment, and each moment suddenly felt like it was stretching to eternity as she hovered on the brink of her release; every muscle tensed and primed with a burning desire to move her body back towards the peak. With a whimper she let go and watched the thick cock in the mirror throb furiously under the weight of her desire, the heavy balls pulling taut against her body as they desperately tried to take her back to the edge.

Linna could feel every sensitive inch of her cock as she watched it dance, wet and glistening from her pre. A shudder ran through her entire body as the act of denial caught up to her, the sudden loss of stimulation forced her breath into ragged gasps. Linna knew if she touched her cock at all it was over, the throbbing and pulsing would intensify all on its own and the orgasm she was desperately trying to push away would overtake her.

When she finally felt like she had come down from the edge, she brought her hands back to her body and turned her focus to her other centers of pleasure. Her balls felt like they were full to bursting with liquid need; she gently cupped them, relishing the warmth and weight of them against her palm. Her fingers trailed lightly over their surface before giving them a gentle squeeze that sent a bolt of delight straight to her cock, it throbbed heavily. Linna lifted the heavy orbs up and let her other hand slide behind them, feeling the humid, wet warmth of her cunt. It was a mess in the space behind her balls and between her thighs already, her slick lubrication had leaked everywhere.

She teased herself with featherlight touches at first, drawing out the anticipation before diving deeper. Her fingers traced the delicate flesh, brushing against her entrance and making her hips buck in response. It was almost too much to bear as she began to slowly explore herself more thoroughly. Two fingers slipped inside effortlessly thanks to her own copious lubrication, curving upwards to stroke against that sweet spot hidden within. At the same time, her other hand continued its delicate dance around her balls and along the base of her cock, avoiding the direct contact she wanted but keeping her throbbing, nonetheless.

Linna's breathing picked up and she moaned, her voice raw with restraint and desire. The sight of herself in the mirror was one of primal, unbridled lust; her scales slick with sweat, her muscles taut and quivering with need, her eyes half-closed as she lost herself to the sensations of her body. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, drawing them deeper inside while her hips gyrated rhythmically against her hand. She could feel the spring in her belly winding again, threatening to come loose and launch her into an earth-shattering orgasm if she wasn't careful. Part of her wanted nothing more than to surrender, to let go and ride out the waves of pleasure until she was utterly spent; but she held back, still drawing out the inevitable climax until she couldn�t stand it any longer.

With a growl of pure animalistic need, Linna withdrew her fingers from her pussy and coated them liberally in her juices before reaching back to the wet the spade-shaped tip of her tail. The dragoness settled into a squat, the cool air against her exposed holes sent shivers down her spine as she guided her tail into position against her yet-untouched ass. She teased the entrance with slow, deliberate circles, letting more of her lubrication leak from her pussy and be spread around by the thick tip of her tail.

Linna pushed and her tail breached the tight ring of muscle, a rush of sensation flooding through her, each inch sending electric jolts of pleasure coursing through every nerve. Her body responded instantly, clenching tightly around the intrusion as she began to push deeper inside herself. Her eyes rolled back at the intense invasion, her tail curled expertly to press firmly against her prostate. The moment she made contact; it was like setting off a firework deep within her core. Each thrust of her tail was met with an explosive wave of ecstasy, building faster and hotter than any orgasm she could remember. Her cock throbbed violently as she inflicted exquisite, overwhelming pressure on herself, pre gushed freely from its tip, dwarfing the normal orgasmic outputs of most species.

She could feel her balls drawing up tight against her body, a sure sign of the impending orgasm. The pressure built impossibly high within them before she reached a plateau, she was on the verge of tears when she finally remembered to touch herself again. Both hands flew to her shaft, one stroking at a furious pace while the other squeezed down firmly on her flare. Her nostrils flared as the air thickened with the musk of her desire, the mirror starting to fog. "Yes... yes! This is what I've been waiting for all week." A triumphant roar announced the coming orgasm with finality; she no longer had enough mental control to stop what was coming.

Linna's massive balls throbbed, pushing her come upwards towards her cock. Her hips stopped for what seemed like an infinite moment, and all she could focus on was the sight of herself in the mirror, she knew what was about to happen, but she was overwhelmed with a sudden need to watch it unfold. The flared head of her penis swelled immensely, stretching almost painfully taut as her cock became so hard as to be stone.

She came. She came hard.

Thick, voluminous jets of hot, sticky come burst forth from the tip of her cock like a molten fountain, scalding the mirror's surface with each pulse, and coating the glass in a thick opaque layer of her seed. The volume was unreal, what seemed like gallons poured out unabated in powerful streams as if drawn from some bottomless well inside her. The force of it sent rivulets of semen cascading down the glass, pooling in the cracks of the floor as if the very room had been drenched in her essence. The air was made thick with the musky scent of her release.

She stared vacantly at the reflection of the once-regal dragoness in the mirror, watching her get coated in an immense amount of virile dragon seed. The orgasm seemed to last forever, it took minutes before it began to ebb, rivers of thick seed were already running from the base of the mirror down the cracks of the stone tiles to a conveniently situated drain, avoiding making a mess of the more decorated parts of the room.

And then, as abruptly as it had begun, it came to an end. Feeling returned to her body, pins and needles washing across her hide and scales. Her limbs trembling with the overwhelming absence of the pleasure she was experiencing just moments before. When they could bear it no longer, her knees buckled, and she crumpled into a vaguely dragon-shaped pile that landed in the puddles of cum coating the floor.

Linna's eyes remain fixed on her obscured reflection. She lay there panting heavily as her senses returned to her, her body limp. Every muscle ached from the force of her climax as if she'd been wrung out by the very earth itself. The floor was a mosaic of her seed, slick and glistening under the dim light; she lay in it like a queen drenched in her own power. Her tail twitched weakly behind her, still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, while her cock softened slowly, its tip still leaking in slow, decadent drips. She could feel the warmth of her own fluids seeping into her scales; a sticky reminder of what she'd done, what she'd allowed herself to become.

A thought came to her, and the normally regal dragoness pulled herself forward to the mirror, her claws scraped against the slick floor. Her head cocked to one side as she watched her doppelganger mimic her movements. Her mouth was hanging open, her tongue not quite lolling out. She mustered the last of her strength and pushed herself just far enough forward to press her muzzle against the dragoness on the other side of all the mess, willing her tongue out to begin lapping up all the come it could reach. Shamelessly making out with her own reflection as she cleaned up the evidence of her dalliance.

As the bottom of the mirror became visible once again, the dragoness stood up and pressed her breasts and belly against the upper half of the mirror. She moved her large frame back and forth in time to a song only she could hear, coating herself liberally in her own seed. After a moment she stepped back and smiled at her handiwork, running her fingers through the mess on her upper body and letting her tongue wind around the long digits to clean them. The weight of the dragon seed she'd consumed settled into her belly, a warm reminder of her debauchery.

When she finally pulled back, her reflection was a smudge of sweat and semen, her eyes half-lidded with the haze of satisfaction. She stared at herself, this wanton, unguarded creature, and for a moment she didn�t recognize the dragoness staring back. This was not the regal ruler of Kharisha, nor cunning sorceress who had tamed the desert. This was something rawer, hungrier, and utterly alive. She reached up, her clawed fingers smearing the mirror's surface, and for a heartbeat, it felt like she could dissolve into that reflection, become it completely.

She lingered there for a heartbeat longer, her claws still smearing the mirror's glass, before letting out a soft, breathless laugh, half at herself, half at the absurdity of it all. The weight of the moment pressed on her chest, but it was quickly overtaken by the ache in her limbs and the sticky warmth of her own fluids. With a groan, she dragged herself away from the mirror, her body sinking into the pillows she'd nearly reached earlier. The fabric was cool against her sweat-damp scales, and for once, she didn't care that the room reeked of sex and magic. As she curled into the nest of cushions, a slow grin spread across her face. For once, she didn't care about titles or responsibilities, just the heat of her own skin and the quiet promise that this moment, unobserved and wholly hers, would stay with her forever.

It was only several days later that Linna discovered the portal magic in the mirror was already active, and that Gaia and Amelia had gotten a front row seat to Linna's little show when she activated it by accident on her side. To the surprise of no one, it was frequently activated by "accident" when the oasis was occupied, offering one-dragon shows that they'd never forget.