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Three days. Three days she'd been waiting for the elixir and Luciana was already nearing her wit's end. She paced her quarters feverishly, waiting for the knock on the door she'd been expecting, even longing for, this whole damnable time! She whined a bit, with only herself to hear, bemoaning her displeasure and irritation at it all. All was abustle at the dragon family's aerie, winter had come and gone, the first greens of spring were finally budding on the trees, and Luciana's heat had come upon her strong, swift, and nearly week early.

The young dragoness had been through the whole ordeal several times before, but it had always happened in the second week of Spring. Not the first. Here, at the royal domicile of her family, far from her private lair and lands, she had neither the toys nor the finely trained servants she would normally expect to help her with her issues. Worse still were all the males who came and went each and every day, easily seen from her balcony in the courtyard and gardens below, many of an age with her or just slightly older. Every spring they showed up like clockwork to petition for lands, boons, and recognition at her father's court. All of them fit, strong, handsome, virile...

"No, no, no!" Luciana chided herself under her breath while she continued to pace. "I cannot think of them. Not like that, not at all!" Silently, beneath all of it, she knew her only true salvation would be for one of those males to mount her, bury himself between her folds, and let him fill her with his seed. She felt her loins tingle at the very idea of it. However, her parents had had other plans. She was confined to her room. The space wasn't small or under-furnished by any means, but she was only allowed to leave with an escort and only if the halls had been cleared of potential suitors first. It was demeaning, embarrassing and, above all, unreasonably restrictive, like she was little more than a hatchling in their eyes. It was almost as though her parents didn't trust her to not lift her tail for the first male she saw. She may have been desperate but she had standards and self control!

So there she was, confined and forced to prowl back and forth, the sound of all four clawed feet tapping on the marble tiles fit to drive her nearly as mad as the fire between her legs. The elixir which, supposedly, was to arrive the previous day should have dulled her urges enough and masked her visible neediness so as to let her return to polite company. It had not arrive yesterday and as the afternoon wore on it looked increasingly likely that it would not arrive today either.

Sighing and resigning herself to yet another evening with only the company of the occasional human servant to wait on her and her own claws to keep her 'company' in her hours of need. The powder-blue dragoness padded back over to her bed, a massive cushion piled in blankets and pillows from a dozen different peoples and cultures across the realm.

She sank her teeth into one out of frustration.

I swear, if that courier isn't here in the next ten minutes I'll have his head on a spike when he does get here! She hardly meant it, of course, but a dragoness in her position couldn't be denied a little hyperbole every now and again, right? Regardless, she let the now perforated pillow fall from between her jaws.

"Dammit..." she mumbled under her breath and sprawled out further. A good stretch could relieve the achin in her loins, but it did still feel good and it helped her forget the carnage she'd wrought on her poor pillow. What she couldn't forget was the urge, nay, the need to be mounted, and her eyes drifted over to the collection of toys beside her bed. The sun was nearly down, that courier probably wasn't going to show up. She might as well indulge just a tad... The needy ness reached out a claw toward one of her most frequent 'partners,' a large phallus sculpted from red soapstone. If she couldn't have the elixir to ease her need and couldn't have a drake then she'd have something at least similar to the latter.

A rapping at her chamber door startled her and her foreclaw recoiled back to her breast, head turning to fix her eyes upon the door. Perhaps her father had changed his mind and would allow her out, or maybe it was her servants inquiring after her needs for the evening, or one of the guards ensuring she was alone? Any number of things could have been behind the door as the blue dragoness scampered toward it, but what she found was hardly what she expected, but no less welcome.

"Lady Luciana, my apologies for being so late, but the guards wouldn't let me through until I'd shown them what I was bringing you," a svelte, orange scaled dragon a bit smaller than herself sat on his haunches on the other side of the door, a tiny satchel hung around his neck and it bounced a bit as he talked and nodded his head in submission. "Please forgive my tardiness! I've brought it though... whatever it is. The alchemist wouldn't even tell me."

Luciana was a bit dumbstruck at first, the courier had actually made it. Horribly late, but perhaps that was better than never. She'd seen him around the aerie before but couldn't quite remember the smaller drake's name. Feldar? Feldron? Felton? Something with an 'F,' of that much she was certain. In a moment she'd recovered her composure.

"Ah, courier, thank you for finally arriving. Might I have your name so that I might thank you?" She dipped her snout a bit, acknowledging him but still held her head high above his, as befit her rank. She saw him sniff the air a bit, a slightly puzzled look crossed his face before he answered. Had he smelled her heat? Did he know? She had perfumed herself more than enough, she thought, to mask the scent from any dragon shy of them pressing their snout up beneath her tail. What if he finds out? Would his instincts get the better of him? Would she have to fight him off? Would she even be able to counter her own instincts? Would she even want to? Surely she could, and he was lower caste than her, they couldn't possibly br-

"Feldaan, my lady," he bowed low and averted his eyes, shrinking away slightly beneath her gaze as she snapped out of her train of indecent thought.

"Well, Feldaan, your services are much appreciated and I apologize for the guards giving you such a difficult time," why did these formalities have to take so long? Luciana wondered at the need for such pointless pleasantries, longing only for the elixir he brought. Behind her the tip of her tail lashed back and forth.

"Many thanks!" The small drake sat up again. "It's an honor to serve the royals, especially one so lovely as you. I-if I may be so bold as to venture a compliment!" He stumbled over the correction and Luciana couldn't help but grin a bit, despite herself and her impatience.

"No need to worry, they say that flattery will get you nowhere, but it can never hurt," she assured him. She then held out a foreclaw. "Now, the phail, if you would?"

"Oh, of course! RIght away." His claws fumbled at the satchels catch before he lifted the flap and gingerly reached inside to pluck out a small, glass container. It was filled with a lightly glowing red liquid and sealed with a wax-coated stopper. It was barely even a gulp, but she knew it would do, just as it had for all her seasons before when it became unbearable. Now, though, she simply needed it more than anything and all the past of it was forgotten. All the present. All that filled her mind was the idea of the future relief. Eagerly, she reached for it before it was even completely free of the pouch. Her claws brushed it and, in a moment, she'd knocked it from Feldaan's grip and sent the precious potion spinning toward the marble slab of the floor.

End over end, as if time had slowed, she watched the vessel of her salvation, ruined by her eagerness, fall and crash. In an instant what had been hope for a peaceful evening had turned into a scene of abject horror. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the puddle of potion and broken glass, disbelief had locked her muscles still as her mind struggled to come to grips with her new reality.

"Oh dear," the meek, almost pitiful voice of Feldaan cut through to her mind and her gaze snapped from the mess to his face, an equal mess of embarrassment and fear.

"Inside. Now!" Luciana had to held herself back from roaring the command at him, instead it rode along with the most sinister growl she could muster and whirled back into her chambers. When Feldaan didn't immediately follow, seemingly too horrorstruck to move she snarled again at him. "Now, courier."

Even still it took a moment for him to move. Then, reluctantly and making himself as small as possible, the orange drake slunk through the door.

"But the gua-"

"Shut the door behind you," her voice was ice as she cut him off.

Feldaan pushed it shut with a hindclaw before beginning again.

"But, my lady, the guards expressly told me not to enter your chambers... what am I to tell them-"

"Do you think I give a damn what the guards told you or want?" she questioned, her tone rising. "You destroyed that vial and everything in it. I needed that elixir, and you have deprived me of it. It was essential to me, courier. The only remedy that I could get my claws on, gone! How do you plan to apologize for that?" She was shaking now, both in rage and against the urge to tackle the drake and simply use him for what lay between his legs, her instincts telling her simply to mate and mate now! Try as she might, that urge would not vanish, which made channelling her anger all the easier.

"I-I'm sorry, lady Luciana. I'll do anything you ask! Whatever you require of me as penance, just name it and it's yours! I ask only that you forgive me. If your father finds out, it will be the end of me!" he was truly cowering before her, head tucked low, wings pressed firmly against his back, tail curled around his feet as he, too, trembled.

"Anything, you say?" she asked, more in mockery than anything else. She already had plans for him. The poor drake would pay for what he'd done, and she'd get her satisfaction. She wanted to see just how far that offer of 'anything' would really go.

"Yes, absolutely anything! I... I think I know what that elixir was for... you're in heat, aren't you?" his expression froze for a second as he realized just what he'd said. "Oh, my lady, I'm so sorry I... I didn't mean to imply... especially if you're not! It's... it's just that, I can smell the-"

"Enough!" she shouted him down. So, the courier did know, and had the audacity to mention is. Very well, she could still work with this. "Yes, I am... in... heat. You are to tell nobody about this, do you understand? What happens in this room stays in this room. Not another soul can know."

"O-of c-c-course! Not a word! You have my solemn oath on that," he raised a claw, exposing the palm. "But... how can I help you with that now? With the potion gone and you and I of such differing castes... I couldn't-"

"Oh, I can assure you that caste matters little right now, and don't worry," she sighed a bit. "We won't be going quite that far. You merely need to work off what you owe me for destroying that elixir."

"And how exactly, misssss...." his voice trailed off a bit as Luciana climbed up onto her mattress and rolled onto her back, wings and legs splayed, all of her blue beauty on display as exposed and naked as the day she hatched, but lacking in all the innocence.

"First of all, you're going to use that tail of yours," she stated flatly but firmly. "If I can't get my relief the way I planned to, I'll get it it the most fulfilling way at claw. Now, come here." Despite the invitation, the smaller drake hesitated a bit, though his 'excitement' was growing more evident, the tip of his dragonhood poking from the slit between his hind legs even as he squirmed to hide it. "Don't keep me waiting," she half teased.

Reluctantly, Feldaan crossed the room to where Luciana lay spread eagle on her mattress. She patted the sheets besider when he hesitated and he crawled up next to her, still sheepish as ever.

"You really do need to relax, or you'll be no fun at all," she quipped. "Put that tail of yours to use."

"But-" the courier began to protest.

"No buts. You're here to please me, not to question my orders. Now," her tail looped itself around his and tugged it insistently towards her rump, "Do I need to ask again?"

"No..." he trailed off. He offered no resistance as his tail was dragged between her legs and, she lightly dragged his tip over her needy, swollen lips. She was almost uncomfortably wet between her legs and after a few passes, some under her her guidance then later on his own as she released him. His tail was quite thoroughly drenched and ready to be put to use. However, he continued to rub it lightly over her lips, teasing her entrance, flicking at her engorged clit, running the length of her slit without pressing inwards, all as she moaned and hissed at his attentions.

His toying, however welcome and seemingly well practiced it was, grew less satisfying than what she craved and Luciana flashed her companion a quick glare to incentivise him to proceed for his own good. A growl punctuated her look and the drake got the message quickly enough. A few passes over her slit from top to bottom and his tail then dove in between her lips, pressing in and parting the first inches of her passage. Gently he withdrew and pressed in again, her tightness betraying the fact that she'd never truly known a partner. Feldaan let a small grin part his lips, and the look didn't escape Luciana's notice.

"Don't get any ideas, stud," the title was dripping with sarcasm as she delivered it. "You're working off a debt, remember?"

"Yes, ma'am," the grin vanished almost immediately.

"That doesn't mean you'll go unrewarded if you do well," she let her head loll back as his tail thrusts grew more forceful and pushed deeper. "Don't you dare stop, though. You'll have to earn whatever you get."

He didn't respond except to pick up his pace as her toe claws curled and her breath caught in her throat. Well, he certainly does know what he's doing with that tail of his, she thought to herself as she finally felt wave after wave of relief wash over her with each pleasurable thrust of his. It was one thing to use a toy and take the edge off, but another entirely to let another have their way and spread her like he was. Like the difference of cooking a meal yourself and having one brought to you and served with care. Either would get the job done, but the latter was so much more satisfying.

Her tension began to give way to an almost liquid relaxation as she sprawled out on the mattress with an extended sigh of contentment. This was it, this is what she'd been missing... or, well, close enough to it. In and out, in and out his tail went. Each plunge slightly deeper than the last, her own fluids lubricating his passage inward as she gasped and squirmed with each new parting of her folds. From the corner of her eye she caught a grin splitting his muzzle again, replacing the look of apprehension that had so recently played all across it. The more she looked at him, the less he looked the humble courier and the more he looked the confident, strong male that she craved...

Stop it, Luciana! You can't let those thoughts take hold. He's a commoner, a servant at best. You cannot let him mount you. It cannot be! she chastised herself in her mind for even momentarily entertaining the thought. A moment later she didn't think of much as the spreading warmth and tension that had been building in her belly finally broke loose as she shuddered and stifled a cry of passion as her first climax wracked her needy frame. Back arching and teeth clenched she only had a mind for the length filling her now and the only thoughts she could muster were those of that length being the dragonhood of a large and powerful drake, taking her and claiming her womb and eggs as his.

Something was missing though... As filled as she felt, as the first climax wore off and left her tingling even as Feldaan kept thrusting, she still felt empty, somehow. She knew full well what she was missing. It was so simple, instinctual, and it was what she could not allow herself to have from him. She whined as she felt another rise of tension building above the gentle waves of pleasure. He was bringing her close again and it was all she could do to bite her tongue, lest her moans and gasps alert a passing guard to the presence of another dragon in her bedchamber.

His piston-like thrusting and the recent addition of his tickling claws playing with her rather vulnerable clit set her writhing and thrashing. Feldaan coaxed a keening whine from her as he made her cum again for the second time in minutes. Even lacking the final release of his, Luciana felt relieved as she felt him pull back. Warm, tingly, and satisfied for now she lay entirely limp beside him, chest rising and falling with her labored breaths. She could have gone on like this all night, but he'd taken the edge off enough that, perhaps, she could sleep.

"Thank you, Feldaan for your..." she hesitated, searching for the word she wanted as her senses returned. "Services. It is much appreciated. I won't forget wha-" She stopped short as another, new scent hit her nostrils. It was pungent, lingering, earthy, and above all... male. Feldaan had rolled his hips away from her while he used his tail on her slit and she had a pretty good idea why.

"What's wrong, my lady? Did I do something to offend."

"Nothing wrong," she let her eyes wander over his hide for a bit, looking at how obviously he turned himself to hide his belly, how awkwardly twisted he was and the tense way his eyes twitched back and forth, avoiding hers. "Feldaan, why don't you roll over?"

"I-I'm quite fine, my lady, I assure you!"

"Oh, come now. Get comfortable. Or, will I have to command you to do it?"

"No, ma'am. I suppose you don't..." Hesitantly, the orange drake relaxed, as he settled down onto the bed beside Luciana, giving her his back. While he did certainly look for comfortable, this was far from what the dragoness had had in mind. She cleared her throat once in irritation. "Oh, very well." Feldaan, with a huff, rolled over to face her, belly to belly, leaving his arousal on full display, spilling completely from the slit between his legs. If he was avoiding meeting Luciana's gaze before, now it was as though he were pretending she wasn't there. Fine, she thought, I'll be getting his attention anyway. "Remember how I said you might be rewarded for doing well?" She asked.

"Yes," Feldaan answered, glancing briefly back at her.

"Well," she slowly curled her tail towards him and slid it up between his legs. "I think you've earned something." She grinned at him as her tail coiled around his length and gently began to stroke. All pretense of bashfulness forgotten, Feldaan liften one of his legs to grant her better access. She noted how her partner's eyes drifted shut and his breath caught a bit in his throat at her first touch. Good. She like to see her benevolence appreciated. His breaths slowly fell in synch with each stroke of her tail as his member twitched and stiffened further under her ministrations. "Now, is that better?" She leaned in and whispered to him, low and conspiratorial.

"Oh, so much better," he hissed back.

"It's nice to see you relaxing. No more of those stiff formalities, no bowing and scraping, just two dragons enjoying themselves in private. You are enjoying yourself, yes?" It was obvious he was, if not from his expression then from the purring sound he made as she continued to massage his dragonhood with her tail.

"Yes, my-" he caught himself. "Yes, Luciana, yes I am. I hope you did as well."

"Very much," she agreed. "I must thank you for being of such great help to me this evening. Truly, you've made up for the loss of the elixir. Well... almost."

"Hmm? Almost?"

"Come here and have a taste of your handiwork," she wiggled her hips, putting her drenched thighs, tailhole, and vent on display for her partner. Within the coils of her tail his length gave a particularly powerful twitch at the sight. Feldaan moved to roll off the mattress but Luciana tightened her grip and shook her head. "Stay up here. Actually, let me give you a closer look..."

She rolled to her feet and stretched, her tail rising up over her back, its previous task forgotten as she turned herself around and stepped over him, hindpaws placed on either side of his shocked head. Puffy lips and dripping essence were mere a mere foot from his snout and Luciana was sure that would help him to get the message and, if not, what came next certainly would. In one slow, deliberate, lingering motion she licked his cock from base to tip, pausing at the tip to savor the taste of his precum before looking back between her legs and cocking her head to the side when she met his dumbfounded gaze.

"You didn't think I'd forgotten that reward of yours, did you?" she asked.

In answer he simply buried his snout beneath her tail, lapping and slurping hungrily, almost greedily at her swollen lips and clenching folds, setting her all aquiver once more. She began to rock her hips with his licking and spared a few more moments to bask in the glory of his newfound attentions before she turned back to the prize before her. If she couldn't have a males seed inside her vent, she'd have it inside her some other way. Maybe that would help cure her of her urge somehow? It was a stretch, but one she was willing to take. Besides, Luciana had heard of females doing this to their mates and she was rather eager to try her maw at it. She planted another lick along his dragonhood before closing her lips around his tip and beginning to suckle, lightly bobbing her head in time with the rolling of her hips as she wrapped a foreclaw around the base of his member. Between her stroking, suckling, and the scent of her need filling his nose, Feldaan soon began to thrust into her maw and, after riding through two more climaxes of hers that drenched his snout, Feldaan finally let loose his seed into Luciana's eager but unprepared mouth. She coughed and sputtered, unprepared for both the volume and the overpowering taste that assaulted her mouth. She swallowed some, but more than half of what the smaller, orange drake had to give wound up splattered across her muzzle and neck.

His head fell back against the mattress, one leg held aloft and still twitching as Luciana rolled off him licking his essence from her lips and panting slightly from their latest bout. A pregnant silence filled the intervening moments as each dragon recovered from their mutual highs and settled into the afterglow.

"Feldaan?" Luciana chirped from across the mattress.

"Yes, lady Luciana?" He raised his head and met her gaze, a grin splitting his muzzle like he'd just won the greatest prize of his life. She tilted her head to meet his gaze but stayed sprawled on the mattress.

"Before you go, do come over here and clean up your mess. Can't have the guards catching sight or scent of you on my scales now, can we?" To emphasize she dragged a claw through a particularly long strand of his seed that lay across her neck, almost like a thin, pearly choker.

"Umm... certainly, my lady," Feldaan averted his gaze for a moment, his voice shrinking away. If ever there was a 'sound' to a blush, Luciana would have said that was it. "As you command."

"And, if I may add?"

"Oh, of course," Feldaan said as he settled down beside her in a position better able to lap his essence from her scales.

"Perhaps we should arrange for you to 'accidentally' break those phials more often, hmmm?"

The orange drake's expression lit up like the morning sun.

"If you think it wise... I should like that very much indeed."

"I thought you might. Now, do hurry up, with that cleaning. The guards will probably be wondering what's become of you in here for so long."

"Oh, sorry, yes... at once, ma'am."