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The Dragoness Maid

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Jonathan Smoot

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Jonathan sat back on the sofa, the cushions perfectly plumped and set behind his back, although most certainly not by his hand, much like his mop of brown hair could have really done with a comb, at the very least. Sure, he was good enough at cleaning himself but that kind of fine detail had never been something that ever caught his attention all that much. Who really cared if the spots of dust from behind the cabinets were all swept up and away, nice and tidy? No one ever saw behind them anyway!

His new maid, however, seemed to have a fine eye for detail and hummed as she tootled about her work, a thickly feathered feather duster clasped in her red-scaled paw. The dragoness carried a tune that only she knew, swapping easily from four legs to two as she cleaned high and low through his sitting room. The kitchen had been done first and that had been spectacle enough as she made little sounds that could have been of disapproval or something else entirely, her slender tongue clicking and clucking against the roof of her mouth as she worked.

Yes, she was definitely interesting to watch about her work, the dragoness a whirlwind of cleaning as she went about her work with efficiency that shocked even him into pushing his glasses a little further up his nose, although he would not have been so brazen as to arch his back that small amount needed to let the definition of his muscles press against his T-shirt, casual wear just for the house. It would have been a lure if he had been bolder of mind and heart, perhaps at the bar with a co-workers singles meet, he could have used to his advantage but, as it was, anything that showed off the body that he’d worked hard to achieve usually happened entirely by accident while his attention was elsewhere. And one dragoness had certainly captured that attention and more.

Surun... What an interesting name. Completely different to his own but he still could not stop himself from giving a little uncomfortable squirm and shudder as he wondered just what she’d unearthed in the kitchen. Maybe he could have sorted the oven a little more diligently but, really, he’d only just grilled burgers the other night! Who cleaned it that quickly after cooking anyway?

But the horned dragoness was not all that concerned with him or else she did not spare the time to converse, swinging her hips in time with the sway and dip of her tail. Larger than the human that she was cleaning for, she flashed him a smile and made the floor shudder slightly with each and every step, although she was careful to not accidentally bump into anything. Truly, he was rather impressed that she didn’t knock over any lamps, his accommodation there seemingly ripe with them. Personally, he couldn’t see just why so many lamps were needed but he didn’t exactly have a say in how the place was furnished when he was there for a limited period of time. He supposed he could live with them and, besides, they were only a distraction at the end of the day from something a little more alluring before him.

Swallowing hard, he turned his head away but there was no denying the flush of colour in his cheeks, spreading slowly down his neck. She was good at what she did, that much was sure, but...oh... Coughing into his hand, he looked for the remote control for the TV but she’d already tidied it away, perhaps planning everything else that she’d had in mind right from the very beginning.

What she was wearing, however...well...that was what drew Jonathan’s attention rather than any notice of her cleaning ability. It was not out of place for a cleaning dragoness even of her size to be dressed to clean but a French maid uniform? Well, that was certainly something a little different – complete with frills and all! Black and white, as went the traditional dress, it cupped and hugged her form as if it had been specially designed for her, the skirt falling only lightly over her thighs and hindquarters, hardly covering anything at all. And what was covered under her tail only drew a warmth to his loins that he strove to ignore, licking his lips and fighting against human nature to not look, to not stare...

...and, above all, not to touch. Panties. That was all they were, really. And what was so bad about that? Every woman wore them and, he supposed, even a dragoness too. That wasn’t all that odd but it was just how they pressed in on her sex as she twisted and reached to get into the highest nooks and crannies of the living room, rising up high with the feather duster in her mouth – although he wasn’t looking at that. The folds of her vent were defined as she stretched and lamented the placing of his furniture, standing altogether too close to him as she tried to squeeze herself over the sofa with great difficulty. Was that a damp spot on her underwear too?

No. Look away. He had to look away. And yet looking away didn’t help him either as his eyes instead travelled down her legs, clad in stockings that were only kept in place by a garter and belt. Similarly, although it was kept in place by a thicker, elasticised band of a single garter, her tail slunk down sensually into a stocking too, the dark, sheer fabric showing the faintest outline of her scales through it.

Coughing into his hand, Jonathan shook himself and rose lightly to his feet, putting some space between him and that delectably round rump. Even if he wasn’t supposed to think like that, not at all. And that was just why he had to get away from her, adjusting his jeans carefully so as not to draw attention to the bulge there either. It wasn’t becoming of him to eye up the maid, let alone when he didn’t even know her name!

“Are you sure this is necessary?” He said quietly, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t... Well, I’m just here on assignment. I don’t need a maid for this place. I can keep it clean myself.”

The dragoness eyed him and dropped down to all fours, her tail swinging carefully out over the TV: a flat screen set on a stand that could have so very easily been taken out if she was not so aware of her body.

“Of course, it is, darling,” she purred, her voice rolling out softly sensual as she stepped closer, seeming to want to close the space between them as soon as he put it there. “I’ve been assigned to make sure your quarters are kept in tip-top shape, so don’t you worry about me! I’ll be just fine getting right along with it!”

That he could not have said he was sure of and he rubbed his forearm, wondering if it would be better to leave the room entirely. She seemed to have a lot to do in his living room – he had not even thought that it was all that dirty himself, but things changed – and sang a tune of some draconian song that was halfway between being a lullaby and a ballad of some long lost battle. It was interesting in its own way but not exactly settling to a frazzled mind either.

Should he go into the kitchen? Sit in the dining room? What? Whatever he did, however, he could not stop his eyes from trailing the curves of her body, that French maid uniform doing exactly what it was designed to do in the modern age and more. It was titillating, to say the least, and, not for the first time that day, he wondered if someone was actually just playing a joke on him, acting the part of the wind-up just to see how he would react to a sexy dragoness sashaying about his temporary home. To be fair, it wouldn’t be the first time that one of his co-workers would have thought it appropriate for a mightily inappropriate prank.

If it was a prank, however, it was one that made his jeans rather tight even as he drew himself up, the tiniest of smirks pulling at his lips. Well... If she didn’t mind going about like that, there wasn’t any sense in him not enjoying it now, was there? And the dragoness was a sight for sore eyes, her... Wait. One moment.

“I never even asked your name,” he said quietly, leaning back against the doorframe. “All this time... You must be thinking the absolute worst of me.”

“Then you still have time for that question to be answered!” She chirped, standing easily up onto two legs to dust the very top of the bookcase, the feather duster held in one dextrous paw. “But, my dear, you have to pose the question for it to be answered.”

Oh, she was good, quick of wit as well of work. Jonathan smiled minutely, watching her openly. He liked that. He liked that rather a lot actually. And the dragoness didn’t seem to mind his eyes on her either, giggling and covering her mouth with the tips of the feather duster even as she went about her work, effortlessly putting a sexy air into each and every last movement she made.

He’d have to bring his A-game for this one.

“Then what is your name?” Jonathan murmured, pushing his shoulder blades back, although it was difficult to make himself look taller than he was before the dragoness, considering her size. “I’m sure it’s a lovely one.”

Well, that was bold for him but there was something in the submissive tilt of her head, chin tipping down ever so slightly, and how she fluttered her eyelashes at him that made him want to step up to the plate, to do more. Perhaps he could be more than he ever thought he could be. She hardly paused in her work, however, one movement flowing seamlessly into the next, although he chanced too that there was an extra little bit of a sway in her hips, his lusts rising all the more for her sultry attention.

“Surun,” she chirped, working her way down the bookshelf as she ensured everything was neatly tucked into place, although the books were not his and had merely been in situ when the location had become his for the time being. “A pleasure to meet you, master Jonathan!”

Master? That had a nice ring to it, though not perhaps in the cute way she meant it, imagining him to be a younger man than he actually was. Perhaps it was the fact that he liked the thought of being in a position of power even while he was still very much in the process of working his way up in the company, hustling to do his best. Maybe she really did deserve to be in a position of weakness under him. With the right erotic tail to it, of course.

“Yes... Just for a while, Surun. Just for a while.”

“Oh?” She glanced back at him over her shoulder, her tail lifted as if she knew and understood already exactly what he was getting at. “And what do you mean by that?”

His eyes smouldered like he had never before known they could smoulder. Did she do that to him?

“So many things.”

And then he in motion, holding his breath as he closed the distance between them, heart in his mouth and his entire body poised to take a leap that he did not know he was capable of. Ah, but the lure of Surun would take over his entire life, fantasy finally mingling sweetly with reality as he imagined, wantonly, just the very many things she could do to him in that sexy little uniform.

“I’m Jonathan.”

He stopped before her as Surun dropped back to all fours, her head pulled back just a little and yet she still seemed careful to not put herself on a higher level, sweetly deferential as she inhaled, nostrils fluttering and puckering with breath. They could have brushed their lips together right there and then if only one of them made the step to close the gap, taking their relationship, as new and fragile as it was, very swiftly to the next sexy level.

“Jonathan...” She breathed, her lips very close to his, the two of them sharing breath. “That’s a very handsome name, Jonathan. A very handsome, strong name indeed.”

It was a wonder that the dragoness did not crumple to the carpet right then and there and beg him to take her – as if there would be any question or debate about them coming together in lust from that point on. The game had been set and the die cast, although just how they reached that point still remained to be seen.

And Jonathan knew that he could have pushed it right there and then, kissed her and had her right there on the floor, but that dominant flutter in him was new and shaky and he still had to find his footing – somehow. Surun was an older dragoness, even if she’d made her intentions as clear as a kindly submissive femme possibly could, more experienced by far and, by that matter, ever so slightly intimidating without even intending to be. But everything was a learning experience and, drawing on the courage she lent him, Jonathan smiled and gently stroked her cheek, brushing his fingers across the curve of her scales as she leaned, almost instinctively, into his hand.

“I think you missed a spot,” he murmured, not needing to raise his voice as he tested the waters, wondering just how much he would have to do in order to make himself heard. “Make sure that’s cleaned up now, would you?”

The words came as if from another’s lips – since when had he ever spoken like that? – but she smiled and pulled back quickly, the dragon rushing to obey with a little hop and a skip in her stride. The bouncy movements both seemed to and didn’t seem to suit her, yet she carried it all off nonetheless, tail flicking as she swung her head from one side to the other, happily looking for what her ‘master’ wanted her to do.

“Where is it?”

He hid a smirk behind a rub of his hand, fingers sliding down, oh so very casually, to scratch at the light stubble on his chin. Shaving was a pain when the hair simply reappeared so quickly.

“Here, maid,” he said, nodding to the carpet, even though there was actually no kind of discernible mark there at all. “There... The carpets need doing too. But I only have a small vacuum.”

Her eyes lit up and she bounced on her forepaws, playing up the motion as something sultrier still twinkled in the back of her eyes. Jonathan, however, adjusting his position did not quite catch that look.

“I can work with that!”

Any maid who had not been attuned and happy with her job – and perhaps a little more than what her basic job really should have entailed – would have scoffed at such a remark and, very fairly too, most likely reported him to management. He would have deserved it too, he felt, for how forward he was being, but there was simply something about her that made him want to be someone that had never quite had the opportunity to show themselves before, locked away and waiting to be revealed. For he could hold the dominant hand and he could do everything he’d ever imagined and more if only he took the leap.

And it was finally time to do just that.

Surun had one thing in mind and only one thing, of course, picking up the delicate vacuum cleaner between her jaws to get to work. Of course, she could have used her forepaws but that would have entirely ruined their fun as she made quite a show of dropping her torso down as if she could not possibly do a good job of cleaning the carpet if she did not have her rump lustfully thrust into the air. Neither did she have to spill her tail back over her back as she did that, showing off those panties again as her frilly skirt flipped up, but Surun was well and committed now too, blood pumping for something that made those panties moisten and leak pheromones, need thrumming through her

The full-sized vacuum cleaner, of course, simply stood around the corner, but neither of them would have thought of something like that to make her job easier at that moment in time. Neither of them was, in fact, thinking of very much at all.

Jonathan groaned, mouth dry even as he licked his lips, cock hardening and throbbing without restraint in his jeans. Oh, she was so obvious and he felt all the more powerful for lording it, ever so slightly over her, blood roaring lightly in his ears. The scene was surreal, those panties dampening before his very eyes as he suppressed a moan, the scent of her flooding the air far more than he could have imagined it would have in the case of any human woman. Of course, Jonathan was not a virgin by any means but he was most certainly a virgin when it came to the art of mating with a dragoness who just wanted her larger bulk beneath a smaller male.

The vacuum cleaner sucked (a truly terrible noise to fall in the backdrop of their passion) and did its work, Surun taking an inordinate amount of care as he watched her do her work. How she could put so much attention into detail when her backside was so raised, her eyes so close to the floor that it was a wonder that she could see anything at all, was beyond him – but his eyes weren’t on that part of her. As her underwear dampened, skirts ruffled solely by the moment of air around her, he leaned in towards that wet spot, taking a slow, deep drag of breath almost as if he was mimicking just how it had felt in more susceptible days to smoke a cigarette. His lungs expanded slowly but he just couldn’t get enough of her scent into his lungs, hypnotised by how her panties clung to the dampness of her vent, the soft folds of flesh drawn tight against the cloth, which was doing little to nothing at all to actually protect her modesty.

Closer and closer... Diligent to the last, Surun pretended not to notice him, the tip of her tail curling anxiously back and forth in the throes of modest anticipation, although she could not stop herself from giving the tiniest of purrs, her passage clenching down on nothing in anticipation of what was to come. His presence moved to her as if he had no physical being but the hands that tickled and stroked over those panties, boldness finally coming to an erotic head, told a different tale as her pulse bounded, visible and jumping at her throat.

And then his hands landed more firmly on her backside and squeezed, the dragoness suddenly juddering and dropping the vacuum cleaner, which immediately switched himself off. Groaning deep in the back of his throat, Jonathan no longer had any desire for play or teasing, squeezing and kneading her firm hindquarters as she let her jaw hang and moaned openly, matching his lust with her own. If there had ever been any question or doubt in his mind as to whether or not she wanted him, it all vanished in but an instant as she groaned deep in the back of her throat, pushing back into him even as her eyes rolled lustfully back into her skull.

Thus emboldened, Jonathan gave what he hoped was a dominant little chuckle, something that demonstrated his control of the situation as truly soft and tentative as it was, the man still finding some sense of balance and stability in a position that was, truly, going to let him come into his own. Taking his cues from her, he groaned and groped to his heart’s content, although he eased off when she shuddered a little too hard, assuming that she might have been in pain.

Of course, it was far from pain and solely pleasure coursing through Surun’s mind as she hissed and rolled her hips back, draping her tail sensually around his neck as she tugged him, very gently, in closer. There were ways for a dragoness to tell another what they wanted without conceding their upper hand and it was always the very sweetest of them that needed the gentlest push in the right direction. At least, that was in her experience. And Jonathan and his teasing fingers would be so very much worth a divergence from her usual work and tasks as those dancing fingertips slid wickedly beneath the leg-bands of her panties, teasing with the lure of slipping into her sex.

“Oh, master,” she giggled, fluttering her thick eyelashes at him, tongue hanging out over the side of her muzzle as if she was already thinking about just what she could do with it and him. “You are so dominant... I love it!”

And that gave him a rush of confidence too, Surun knowing just how to lead someone into the path she desired, although it was very much for their mutual benefit and pleasure. Rumbling his approval, for she brought that out in him too, Jonathan smirked and slipped her panties down her legs as much as possible, heart pounding in his chest so fervently that each beat came with a little shudder through his entire ribcage. He would have spared a moment of concern for himself if he had not had such a gorgeous dragoness’ pussy just there being revealed before him and he parted his lips for a breathier moan than he would have thought natural for his lips to allow.

“You are stunning...”

“Aw, thank you!” She giggled, although there was a hitch in her breath too, words coming with a shaky edge to them. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome!”

What man could have resisted such a compliment, Surun cooing and fawning over him as if he was a much stronger, manlier man than even he was? Jonathan’s confidence swelled, dropping to his knees and pulling her back over him right there in the middle of the living room. Although the curtains had been left open and, truly, he should have realised that it wasn’t really the best idea to drag a feral dragoness on top of him, Surun seemingly didn’t care on either count. The underwear was only halfway down her thighs, keeping them lightly together as if in bondage, but that didn’t matter to her as she crouched obligingly over him, lowering her rump to his level for his eager lips and tongue.

“Oh…” She moaned, putting emphasis on the sound of her pleasure as she gyrated her hips, wriggling them as her scent intensified tenfold. “Oh, that feels so good… Oh, please: deeper!”

She had the role of teacher in submission well and truly in hand, Jonathan’s pride flourishing as he trailed his tongue along her pussy lips, the soft, tiny scales there slick with her juices. Her scent clung to him overwhelmingly, dripping down his chin as he pushed into her gently, his tongue driving as deep as he could possibly get it, teasing and lapping and grinding for that patch of nerves inside her that would send her squealing and hissing into fits of pleasure from which there could be no return. Alas, the dragoness was too large for such a human tongue to reach that pleasure-button, even though Surun was all too keen to let her newest sweet master know how he could get the moans he desired from her lips.

“Use your fingers,” she said with a little shiver, tail flicking up higher as if she wanted to put herself on display all the more for him. “Oh… That’ll feel so good, curling them up inside me!”

One finger was not enough, however, as Jonathan rushed to do as she asked, her moans enough to goad him on even if she had not been gently giving him the instructions he really needed to learn the art of draconian pleasure. First one and then a second and then even a third too disappeared into her, Surun grunting and groaning thickly as if she simply could not force out any words at all, so great was her pleasure in the swimming spiral of lust rising to the heaven’s above. He didn’t quite know what a dragoness’ g-spot felt like, having no prior experience in that area, but he didn’t need to know to understand what a particular kind of moan meant when her toes suddenly started curling and flexing, Surun weaving her head back and forth with such fervour and desperation that it was a wonder that she did not knock the overhead lighting askew.

Encouraged on, he drove his fingers harder and deeper, seeking out that same spot all over again with a crook in his digits, mimicking thrusts as his own cock too begged to be used, his lust spilling over into his underwear. The thick, heady scent of his own aroused musk must have been noticeable to Surun too for her head shot up, nostrils flared as she sucked in short, sharp, greedy little breaths, eyelids fluttering as she gasped.

“Oh… You smell so good too!”

But they were caught up in a different kind of pleasure than the sweetness of sampling one another’s scents, Jonathan kissing and running his tongue over the soft scales of her rump, even going over the base of his tail. He could feel her clit, fat and throbbing, against the backs of his knuckles but could not quite reach it with his lips and tongue in the position he was it, although there was one pleasure-spot that he had not yet enjoyed right there before his eyes. It was lewd to some but Jonathan smirked as he took that little bit of dominant control, leaning in closer still as a fourth finger squelched into her pussy, filling her all the more, and kissed the bud of her tail hole.

The effect on Surun was electric as a shudder went through her like a shock, tail rippling and that garter even slipping as muscles contracted.

“Oh… More!” She begged, dropping her torso lower as she submissively pleaded with him for the pleasure that he was very much turning out to be so very good and delivering unto her. “The tongue… Please, inside…”

It didn’t matter that she was something of a gibbering mess as Jonathan knew well enough what she meant, teasing his tongue for a moment around that tight, anal ring, just to make her think that he was dragging out the seconds. Of course, it was not as if he was about to deny her what she wanted, not when her direction came with such a lustful lilt to her tone, and he drove his tongue rapidly through that ring without any warning at all, powering by any resistance her body may have had to taste of the thick musk of her most intimate of passages. It was illicit and it was, very much, taboo, passion flooding him with a heat that made his skin prickle, hairs standing up as goose bumps layered his skin. Jonathan was far from cold with the warm bulk of the dragoness so close to him, grunting into her backside as he pounded her pussy with his fingers even while tonguing her arse.

More and more, she teased him with little, fluttering moans and got him to please her just as her body needed, for what sense was there in a liaison if one’s first attempts were so clumsy and unknowing that no pleasure was derived at all? He took control beautifully, however, as his tongue pumped her arsehole, hard and as deep as his anatomy was capable of, completely and utterly lost in the overwhelming taste of her, a rush of sexual fluids soaking his fingers and hand, slopping down his arm as her body messily prepared itself for the sex and further excitement that was to come.

Yes… Maybe he did very well need a dragon-maid in his lodgings after all. A dragon-maid had been a very good idea from someone indeed!

“Oh… Oh… Ooohhh!”

There could be no mistaking the cry of a female in the midst of orgasm even without her jerking and grinding back on him, her tail thrashing over his head as she tried, even then, to give him as much room to work his magic on her. Surun whimpered and whined and gave the cutest little squeaks too as orgasm so wonderfully ravaged her, Jonathan riding it out with his fingers pressed up over her g-spot, although that was a feat in itself with how wet her pussy had become. He had not ever known that a dragoness was capable of being so simply over-productive for her body easily produced its own lubrication, slickening itself for a much larger cock than his even if Jonathan’s too would be readily and wantonly accepted.

“So good,” she groaned, eyes rolling back as he finally dragged his tongue from her, kissing her backside with a devious little grin that she did not see. “You must have done that before… Oh, your tongue is just so good!”

She could not have pumped up his confidence any more as he smirked and drew away, imperiously scooting away to seat himself on the sofa. And there Jonathan could take his time in languidly pulling his T-shirt off, revealing a lightly muscled chest that was still going through training and arms with clearly defined muscle. The dragoness shimmied out of her underwear completely, juices drooling down her legs still, all the while trying to keep an eye on him as his trousers dropped too, belt loosened enough to allow their removal. It was then that Surun just couldn’t hold herself back anymore and helped him out quickly with her paws and teeth, easily getting her ‘master’ out of them as she grinned deviously and cheekily up at him, her lust still high despite her recent rimming and orgasm.

Jonathan grinned back at her and helped her get his boxers down, cock springing up eagerly once freed from the prison of fabric. It simply didn’t do to wrap himself up like that when he had such a sexy dragoness before him, after all, and it was all he could do not to jam his cock into her jaws right then and there. Alas, that was something that Surun would have very much enjoyed, the dragoness submissively desiring to the last regardless of the size of her lover of the evening. She, however, was talented in coaxing out the dominant tendencies of all who she turned the charm on, so it was only a matter of time until he found that truest side of himself, gripping her horns and breeding her holes as she craved so desperately.

“Then maybe it’s time for the maid to give me some pleasure too…”

It was not much of a command and perhaps more of a suggestion but there was only so quickly a newly dominant soul could go, not forgetting how he’d been in the past and taking those first tentative steps into true pleasure. It did the trick, however, as Surun gave her most lustful moan yet and took his cock into her maw in one go, her long muzzle easily holding every last inch of his shaft. Grunting, he dug his fingers into the cushion, toes curling, but her teeth were tucked back and away from his vulnerable flesh, her teeth folded over them to allow him plenty of protection while her tongue wrapped around the full length of his dick.

A hand drifted to her horn and Jonathan clenched his teeth, eyes rolling back into his skull as he rocked his hips lightly up, unable to stop himself from thrusting into her muzzle, however lightly his thrusts actually came. It was just impossible to resist her lure, Surun’s eyes half-lidded as he slid over her tongue, her lips pursed tightly around his shaft and suckling with a light hollow in her cheeks. Thrum after thrum of pleasure coursed through him, chords from a musical instrument that he simply could not put a name to in the height of lust, grunting in the back of his throat and increasing the force of his thrusts as she rumbled and purred around him.

Even with her mouth full, of course, the dragoness would let her partner know just how much she was enjoying everything, her tail flagged and raised as if she wanted to make sure that no cock would go to waste if another lover happened along at an inopportune moment. In that time, however, she was all Jonathan’s and lavished attention on his cock in long slurps of her tongue and sucks as if she was afraid that their time together was limited, pussy clenching and rippling around nothing at all as her own body forced out a thick deluge of juices, desire ruling her every move.

No… She’d rather have her newly dominant partner’s cock in her pussy afterwards, or even her tail hole, rather than someone else’s, finishing what she had sweetly started in her cute little uniform. Giggling around his cock, she looked up at him imploringly, a shiver of pleasure running through her as he cursed and stood, using his power and higher position over her to thrust and buck into her muzzle, nearly what she yearned for. It was a good step in the right direction and she let her jaws hang open a little more, submitting herself into a hole to be used as she played her role to the best of her ability, although it was indeed a lure for her too to want to orgasm again right then and there. Why, Surun was sure it would only take a brief swipe of his tongue over her clit before she was, once again, screaming out his name!

“F-Fuck…”

An expletive like that could only mean one thing and she growled eagerly, closing her lips around his cock once more, just more careful to keep her teeth away. Oh, he could fuck her muzzle as long and as hard as he liked, both hands finally landing on her horns as he dominated and moved her head right along with his thrusts, each grind and pump of his hips slamming the full length into her maw with ever-increasing urgency. Surun’s whole body quivered in anticipation of his orgasm and she curled and ran her tongue over his cock repeatedly, swirling the flexible appendage around just the very tip of his sensitive shaft each and every time he pulled back enough for her to do so.

And that did it. It was with a howl and a stuttered moan that Jonathan reached orgasm, slamming in and fucking her muzzle as if it was, indeed, her pussy, need controlling and dictating his movements as he lost himself to passion. He could have her and her muzzle over and over again if he so desired but all that mattered to him then and there was the pleasure coursing through him, each pound of his hips, glutes clenching, spurting another load of cum into the back of her throat.

It was not as much as a feral dragon could pour into her but it was just what the submissive dragoness needed in the heat of the moment, holding it all in her mouth as he groaned and trembled over her, orgasm making him weak and yet no less dominant as he struggled to come back to himself. Jonathan shivered and smirked with an open mouth, his expression twisting into something more of a leer than anything else, very slowly drawing his softening cock from her lips as if loathed leaving the warmth of her wet maw. And, really, was there anything like a dragon’s muzzle to fuck? There was no gulping or hacking when he slammed in deep, her muzzle perfectly shaped for sucking cock. Jonathan groaned, and gave his balls a squeeze, rubbing the orbs as if knowing, even then, that they were about to be put to the test and more as the day wore on into evening and night. He only hoped that he was able to keep up with the lusty dragoness and give her all she needed and so much more too.

There was still the matter of his semen to be dealt with though as the dragoness tilted her head cheekily to the side, eyes wide and sweet: she had not yet swallowed, a little trickle of his seed oozing from the very corners of her lips. There was a good load in there, thick and creamy as she played it over her tongue, shuddering a mute moan as she imagined taking his load down her throat again and again, even without him spending himself on her tongue but straight into the very back of her throat. She couldn’t imagine not gulping down every delicious drop of cum that she could whenever it was so kindly offered to her. Everyone else was surely missing out!

Well, Surun wasn’t going to let all of that cum go to waste! Looking up at him with her cheeks puffed out as if to show him just how much of his cum she had left in there, she whined and gulped obviously, tipping her head back as if she needed the extra help just to swallow, the tip of her tail curling back and forth with great contentment. Jonathan stared her down lustfully, a predatory glint entering his eye as he loomed over her, the much larger dragoness, somehow, reduced to a submissive position on the floor and the very carpet that she should, really, have actually been cleaning.

Ah, well. Things like that could be gotten around to much later on.

“What now, master?” She murmured, shivering as she rolled the word around her tongue: it suited him better than even ‘Jonathan’ did, she was quite sure of that. “You can do anything you want to me. Anything at all…”

But what the man did surprised even her, taking her muzzle between his hands and drawing just that up to him, forcing her neck to extend as she lay in place on the carpet, lightly scratching the scales of her underbelly. The kiss that landed on her lips was sweeter than anything she could have ever imagined on entering his lodgings that day, eagerly allowing him to dominate her maw with his smaller, less flexible tongue and submitting to her human ‘master’ with delight and raw abandon. Giving in to someone still learning… Well, that really was what the spice of life and love was all about!

There was time and plenty of it as Jonathan more gently explored the soft contours and lines of her face with his fingertips, memorising them as he was sure that he would never again get so lucky with a dragoness maid, even if Surun, perhaps, did come back into his life at some point. There was no telling what happened with time and life and fate even if lady luck had, very clearly, chosen to favour him that day! All he could do was enjoy the kiss, tracing his fingers over her soft scales and feeling out the edges and lines in them, even running over the lightly odd curve of her horns, which undulated like a lake on a day with a breeze, ripples running across the water.

She was stunning. She was beautiful. And, for the moment, she was all his.

The kiss deepened further, Jonathan growling lightly, experimentally, into her muzzle as she quivered against him, his arm going around her neck as if he needed to hold her in place. But it was solely a gesture and an expression of dominance as he relaxed into the role she had opened up for him, drawing her in tight and hard as he forced her maw to accept him. Surun trembled like a leaf – a very large leaf – but she could only grunt and hiss wantonly into his lips, her pussy clenching down, imagining his cock shoved up in there, what she so distractedly needed from him. There was no denying the cravings of her body as she whimpered and melted into the kiss, trying to think of how she could please him even as she so very lightly curled her tongue up around his. Even that, however, was all for his pleasure as she needed to know that he was pleased above all else.

It was the most important thing to her. So much so that she whined as he broke the kiss, Jonathan’s eyes seeming darker and more powerful than before as he curled his fingers powerfully around her horn. Without thinking, Surun leaned into the feel of it, letting the weight of his hand pull her head gently to the side. But there was a more alluring scent than ever hanging in the air and she could not help herself from snorting and gulping down gasps that did not quite sate the growing yearning in her chest, eyes wide and nostrils fluttering for breaths that did not truly satisfy her.

Yet…she could ask. Her master might humour her, if only she asked him for what she wanted! For no longer could the dragoness take it with that dominant gleam in his eye, Jonathan smiling imperiously down at her as the dragoness’ pussy dampened further, pulsing and winking with desire for the cock he boasted, just for her: at least then.

“Oh…” It took her a moment to push the words from her lips, simple and sweet. “May I?”

Jonathan could not have said that he was quite sure what she had in mind but nodded his approval anyway, lips quirked up on just the one side and an eyebrow raised: well? The dragoness had best get to it as she murmured and inhaled slowly and deeply, enjoying his musk as his cock slowly swelled back to full hardness and readiness before her very eyes. How lucky was she to find a human that got hard again so quickly, his cock so thick and girthy for his kind too, when he simply smelled so divine also? It was Surun’s turn to lose control of herself, at least a little, as she took her time in taking in his scent, running her nose from his hair down to his crotch, although anything lower than that, admittedly, held no allure for her. Submissive to the last, however, if he had demanded that she adore his legs and feet, it was something that she would have done in a heartbeat, doing her best to please her master however he needed to use her.

His crotch, of course, held the thickest part of his scent, his body slightly sweaty and musky from sex, although they had not been all that physically active so far. That was all set to change, however, as she submissively turned her back on him, her arousal at a peak as she presented her voluptuous rear for his attention. There was nothing more than she could do but offer up her pussy for his cock, groaning and rubbing her muzzle submissively into the carpet, tiny beads of sweat pricking into existence across her forehead and around the base of her horns. It had been a long time since a human, even one as sexy as Jonathan, had gotten her so hot and bothered and all Surun wanted to do was see his every last pleasure, his whims and desires, fulfilled with her body at his complete and utter disposal.

Gulping, Jonathan ran his fingers lightly back through his hair, but he didn’t need to say anything as his cock twitched, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Surun moaned and begged him with her eyes, although it was her words that truly gave him the boost that he so sorely needed, lust mingling with rising dominance, coming into his true self at long last. And it was all by her doing and her teaching.

“Do anything you want to me, master,” she breathed, her voice so light and quiet that it seemed that she was hesitant to sound too loud or dominant herself, purring as she curled her tail affectionately around his waist in a gentle hug. “You can take me, use me… Use my muzzle… Everything is open. Do as you please.”

“Who would refuse such an offer?”

He voiced what he’d been thinking all along, the words going around and around his mind as he chuckled and gripping her hindquarters, taking a moment once again to knead and massage that glorious flesh. Yes, it was better to have a larger rump to adore and enjoy, he decided and he intended to take the most pleasure he could from Surun’s, the dragoness quivering and rocking her body gently back at him as he ground his cock over her scales.

She had no fleshy rump to slid his cock between, not the crease of sensual human buttocks, but he could still grind his cock through the folds of her pussy, teasing himself too with the slick juices of her sex and arousal. Surun still inhaled shortly and sharply, the scent of him and her flooding the air like a delicious cocktail too much for even a dragoness as experienced as her to handle, a stuttering, mumbling mess as she whimpered and whined for him to fuck her, to mount her, to take every last bit of his pleasure from her.

She thought he was going to then, the very tip of his cock teasing into her pussy as she caught her breath, eyes wide and chest taut with held breath. And then his cock trailed up to the bud of her tail hole, the tip catching and bringing a pounding to her ears that no amount of preparation could have ever sustained her through, pussy clenching and a needy moan that usually only surfaced at the very depths of her submission flourishing at the breaking point of her lips.

“…I think this hole will please me more, maid. You seem so desperate for my cock...”

And then the dragoness’ eyes widened, a gasp popping from her lips like the cork from a bottle of wine, as his cock trailed up through the mess of pussy-juice to the tight bud of her tail hole. He’d only rimmed that but it had been more than enough to prepare her hole for a cock of his size, Jonathan letting out a dominant moan as he leaned over her, easing slowly into her tight ring. Down and down he pressed, gripping her backside as he used the weight of his body to, patiently, penetrate her with barely any lubrication at all, Surun chirping and grunting beneath him as if she was suddenly devoid of the ability to actually form coherent words, let alone a complete sentence.

Oh, but that hot, tight hole was worth even more to him than the lust of her maw had been. Tighter than her lips could purse around his cock, her anal ring squeezed and gripped him as if it was both trying to keep him out and drag him in simultaneously, a truly delicious conundrum. He could easily force through the pulsing, twitching muscle, however, with his smaller size, although that by no means lessened Surun’s pleasure, the dragoness clawing at the carpet and even tearing it up in places as sparks erupted, shooting through her body like living electricity.

She had not thought that he would go for that hole but she supposed she should have considered it when he’d been so eager to rim her under-tail, one thumb pressed up into the base of her tail as if he thought he needed to force it up. Yet it was all the more telling that he could hold it up with so little pressure, the dragoness ducking her nose all the way down to the ground in complete and utter submission to him. Jonathan’s cock ground and pumped, Surun the one responsible for putting her hips at just the right height for him, a whine bursting from her nose and lips as the high-pitched pleasure rolled out without her consent.

But that was the best part of submission when her consent was not asked for and she could allow herself to be used, her body but a toy to amuse a dominant master. And Jonathan was well and truly on his way to becoming that, grunting thickly as he fucked her, easily able to pound her rear with short, sharp strokes, reluctant to pull out any further. No man would have wanted to sacrifice the sweetness of anal sex for slow, powerful strokes when they could so wantonly power in, keeping as much of their cocks inside a female as possible throughout the experience. Her tail hole was so much tighter than that of any other woman that he’d had sex with too and Jonathan threw his head back, eyes half-closed and mouth open to punctuate each and every thrust of his with a groan that reverberated through his entire being.

What did that dragoness do to him? She made it so easy to lose himself and yet he still remained firmly grounded in reality as he leaned over her, adjusting his stance to brace himself and drive into her more powerfully, back aching and yet not rendering him at all willing to stop. She flung her tail up over his shoulder, whimpering for him to breed her, to fuck her as deep as was possible, making sure that it was possible for him to do so. All she needed was to be used and those swinging balls bumping into her soaked mess of a dripping pussy, reminding her of the true needs of her body, was the icing on the top of the already very delicious cake, every last nerve-ending in her body on fire as she concentrated on squeezing down around his cock. She would always provide her master with as much pleasure as possible, regardless of the light twinge of pain throbbing through her rear, the bite of his fingernails digging in past scales that were a little too sensitive and his fingers slipping around to massage her clit.

If she’d needed any more incentive to draw him over the edge, she had it there as he squeezed the bud of her clit, fat and throbbing between a thumb and a finger. Surun squealed and jerked, slamming back into him with such force that she very nearly thrust him back onto the sofa but, somehow, Jonathan managed to brace himself in time, a short bark of laughter breaking the barrier of his lips.

“Steady, maid…”

Oh, but he knew just what he was doing to her, now more than ever, and chuckled breathlessly as she ground in, hips working harder and faster to cover her musky hole, the taste of it still lingering in the back of his mouth, pleasantly so. He licked his lips and moaned loudly, working and pumping to fill her, balls tightening up in the prelude to orgasm. Yet, having gotten off not all that long ago before, the build-up was slower than usual, allowing him to experience each and every tight squeeze of her anal passage before, finally, tipping over the edge into a truly explosive orgasm.

Thrusting – he just couldn’t stop thrusting! Again and again, he drove into her, grunting and moaning as her tail hole massaged the full length of his cock. The dragoness had to know what she was doing and he pressed down on her clit, unknowingly drawing a moan from her lips too. It was not one he heard, caught up in his own pleasure, and Jonathan hissed and grunted, claiming his release from her like a wild animal driven by the need to breed. Surun whimpered and rocked back gently against him, knowing all the while that she could never match her submissive nature up to one who had truly come into their life and role as Jonathan had. The problem (or not so much of a problem) was that she could not have possibly loved it any more than she did.

Yet the human had another surprise still in store for her as he drew back, letting the final spurts of cum cover her hindquarters, or at least the area around her soaked folds and tail hole, marking her with a dose of cum. His pearly semen trickled down her scales to mingle with her own sexual fluids and the dragoness wriggled her hips at the mere hint of sensation, eyes rolling back into her skull as she tried to mumble something and found the words beyond her.

“Get on the floor!”

The words lashed from his lips like the crack of a whip and she rushed to obey, scrambling and falling over herself in her haste, eyes wide and yearning. Her tail hole ached happily and it didn’t matter to her that she rubbed their sexual fluids into the carpet as she got down, over onto her back when a hard look from him told her that she had not quite done what he wanted. Only then did Jonathan smile and advance, his cock softening only a little as she whined and stretched out her head and neck for it. Oh, she could help! She could take him into her maw and lick and suck and slurp until he was hard again – and then he could fuck her needy pussy! He could take her and use her and do all that he had ever wanted to do to a dragoness to her all over again!

Jonathan, however, was not the man that he’d ben when he’d first started fucking Surun, although not all that much time had passed. There was no clock in that particular sitting room, even though the sun was falling lower in the sky outside, evening drawing on as they simply enjoyed the pleasures of one another’s bodies. The power and the thrill of everything he had done and had the opportunity to do flooded through him as he raked her over hungrily with a gaze that rang with power. His cock did not soften more, thick and plump with blood in the centre as it grew again, his body knowing that there was, undoubtedly, more lust to be seeded yet.

“P-please,” she stuttered, mindless with lust for him. “Oh, master, please take me! Fill my pussy!”

Yet her human master was not all that kind to give her what she wanted, Surun forgetting her submission as need coursed through her, wanting him and whimpering for him more than she ever had done before.

“Do you want my cock?” He growled, feeding off the power he felt as she simpered on the floor before him, tongue hanging out in sheer desperation for his shaft. “How much do you want my cock, maid? Do you think you deserve my cock in your pussy?”

“Oh…”

That one floored the dragoness as she wriggled and squirmed on her back, paws tucked up to her chest to look as submissively plaintive as possible, smaller and more wanton still than she’d ever been. He’d finally found that dominant side without her help and the fire in his eyes… Surun moaned and let her jaws hang open, showing off the wet expanse of her maw. She needed his cock, oh, yes, she did, but was she really a dragoness that truly deserved it as yet? Her tail hole throbbed pleasantly in memory of that penetration but there was only so much she could take before her own lust started to spill over, the encroach of an unstoppable tide rising and rising more and more with the pulse and heartbeat of every passing second.

“Master… Forgive me,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “Take me as you please. Use me as you please. It is not for the maid to say what you do to me.”

She thought he was going to leave her there, chest rising and falling as she waited submissively on his command. And then there was pressure on her stomach, Jonathan hastening between her hind legs and slamming his cock right up into her pussy without even pause. He was not fully hard yet but all it took was a squeeze and ripple of her cunny to draw him to full fucking power, the dragoness’ head spinning madly as she finally got that cock that she’d been craving and lusting after all along.

And he was divine, slamming into her over and over again, not pausing between his thrusts. She had done her role of being a teacher well as he growled and powered into her, keeping her tail dominantly pinned down out of the way with a well-placed heel at the base. It made sure, at least, that she would not inadvertently flip it up in her lust as that cock drove into her, spreading open her depths and conveying his need more and more, although she had never seen a human who could go so many times!

Maybe Jonathan was a special one and, either way, she was a very lucky dragoness to be given such pleasure by her master. Thus, she did not try to squirm or move away, simply enjoying every last bit of pleasure he gave her as her pussy twitched and massaged his cock entirely of her body’s own accord. It seemed to be a separate being entirely from her sometimes, working without conscious thought, although the dragoness surely did wish sometimes that breath was a little bit easier to drag into her lungs. Her lungs worked furiously but no breath seemed to sate the burning found there as flame flickered at the back of her maw and she teetered on the edge of orgasm.

“Cum for me!”

A command like that as he so beautifully and aggressively took her was all it took to send the already needy dragoness spiralling over the edge, a freefall with her wings strapped to her back: another delightful submission. She screeched and could not help but flap those decidedly unbound wings, panting and heaving as her juices flooded his cock, soaking his crotch as he sucked in a breath, muttered a swear and pounded her all the more fiercely. Her orgasm rippled through, a pulse and a grind that conscious thought could not catch up to, their bodies moving and rocking together in perfect unison as they howled through lust.

But that she’d had her climax, however, did not mean that he was going to stop there, Jonathan’s eyes locking darkly onto hers as she froze in place, jaws hanging open for breath that was never enough. Whimpering, she ran her tail up the inside of his leg – just the flexible tip in which she sometimes held the feather duster when she was being particular teasing – and caressed and stroked his balls, imagining rolling them around her tongue as he huffed and panted, closer and closer with every moment that was so lustfully gleaned.

Orgasm was coming though and Jonathan let out a snarl that would have better befitted a feral dragon of her stature and kind, the sound tearing the very fabric and being of the room apart. His lodgings seemed to be seen through foreign eyes as he ground and humped and pounded, intent only on his pleasure as he forced his cock into her, thrusting through every last spurt of cum. He wasn’t about to stop when he had more to give and it was only when his orgasm was good and spent, balls aching for another kind of relief and rest, laying over the dragoness’ stomach as he panted heavily and returned to some sense of himself.

Surun crooned to him and more boldly wrapped her tail around his waist, supporting him just enough so that he would not slide off her stomach as she whispered to him how strong and studly he was, how good he had fucked her and just how much she wanted to do it all over again. After all, she was just his little dragon-maid, her every hole and tongue at his disposal as she whimpered and submitted to him, letting the dominant male do as he willed.

And Jonathan knew, even as he recovered, that the course of his life, the role that he’d struggled to even be assertive in, had changed forever, all due to her lovingly guiding paw. Yet it was not all over, not as yet, and he trembled, pushing his torso up from her belly as his arms shook from the raw strain of supporting his body after such strenuous fucking. No, their time was not quite over and there was much more fun to be had between man and dragoness that night, even if not much cleaning was going to be done.

That was never the job of true dragon-maid.