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"Ms. Drake, a boy is here from the morale department." The prim dalmatian's eyes flicked up from her finger on the intercom to the young black cat folding his paws before her. "He claims that you asked for his presence."

A moment passed in silence, the two left to stare at each other in growing anxiety on the feline's part, and growing distaste on the canine's. Drake? Lith knotted his fingers, considering that name. Like Dracula. He'd heard a few things about the director of the international relations department from his boss. He'd heard that she'd fought her way up to this position with cutthroat tactics-- stealing people's projects, betraying her supervisors, and bullying clients, things like that. She didn't hesitate to sacrifice others to get what she wanted. Some said that it was exactly this quality that the board liked in her-- that she'd proven herself worthy of the position. Lith couldn't fathom what the company must have looked like to those overseas.

But strangest of all, Lith had heard that, of all things, Ms. Drake had never once taken advantage of the morale department. She'd never used the stables at lunch when she was a peon, and she'd always passed on the routine refreshments for meetings and overtime work. She'd even been the director for two months now, and still hadn't exercised her right to order a morale division employee to her office-- until now.

"Send him in." The feline jumped, and even the canine gave a bit of a start. Lith swallowed, ears flicking to high points, and the secretary simply frowned at him and nodded toward the large, wooden double doors standing to one side of her. Lith wished the elderly canine would shoo him off anyway, but she was already ignoring him, turned back to her computer. Leaving him alone with those doors. The feline gave a slow wiggle and padded up to the doors, pausing a moment before them.

His fur was clean and straight. A fresh thong was snug around his middle, though he pulled the strings up his hips a hint further just to be sure. As though the little scrap of clothing could lend him any kind of protection or modesty. He fiddled with his nametag. He patted down his tail, and it perked up again as he turned back to the doors. Right.

A reluctant push slowly slid the heavy door open. It was well balanced, but it still seemed quite heavy. "Ms. Drake?" He almost mewled, eyes on the floor as he stepped across the threshold, stepping to one side to let the door fall shut behind him. A moment passed, he couldn't say how long, but his eyes flicked up despite himself.

Not Dracula. Drake as in Dragon. White, folded wings straddled a large, luxurious leather chair, framing the form of a sharp-eyed dragon in pure white scales and an exquisite black suit. She gripped the padded armrests of her chair as though ready to leap from it at any moment, the tapping of a single claw on the wooden support lending her tense form a false air of boredom. Her gaze ran the feline through, at once mastering him and seeing through him to other things in the far distance. Lith realized he wasn't breathing. He wasn't sure he should start again.

"Lith, is it?" Her voice was twice as hard, and twice as smooth in person than over the intercom. "Come here." Her tapping claw stopped, and rose instead, gesturing to a small chair before the desk. "Have a seat." The feline found himself hesitating, and abruptly rushed to the chair to try and make up for it, unceremoniously tossing himself down in the seat and knocking that held breath out of himself. The dragon was watching his every movement closely. He straightened awkwardly, scooting back in the chair and clearing his throat quietly before re-folding his paws in his lap. The dragon simply watched him without a sound for a long, unbearable moment. Finally, she broke the silence. "I saw you down in the cafeteria. I understand you're new to the morale department?"

Lith managed a small nod. "Yes, ma'am." His voice quavered slightly, but he was just glad it worked. "Um. Two weeks."

"Hmm." She exhaled slowly, even the thoughtful release of air having a sharp hint to it. "How familiar are you with your department's policies on privacy and non-disclosure?"

The feline blinked. "Uh? Er. Pretty familiar. We don't tell anybody, an employee or not, about anything we learn on the job about employees, or about the corporation's activities or plans." His tail lashed between his back and the chair. Where was she going with this?

"Good." The dragon rose suddenly from her seat and tugged at her navy blue, silk tie. Her eyes were the same, he realized-- dark, shimmering blue. "If you breathe a word of what happens in this room to anyone, you WILL regret it." Hard eyes-- the color of a storm-darkened sky.

Lith's tail whipped around his middle, curling tight around him as his paws knotted together. "M-mrow?" He watched uncertainly as she tossed her tie aside and undid a couple buttons on her jacket before shrugging out of it. The jacket fell to the floor, and she loosened the sleeves on her blouse. The kitty's eyes darted around the room a bare moment, uncertain what he expected to find. When his gaze returned, her eyes were still locked on his. He jumped.

"Kneel here." Her voice was crisply professional as she ordered him around the desk. She sat down again on the edge of her chair, scooting it back and slipping out of her shoes as the feline rose uncertainly and shuffled his way around. His breath was noisy in his own ears as he stooped down onto his knees before the dragon. She must not have been much taller than him, but now, she loomed over him. He didn't have quite enough room-- the edge of her desk almost bumped the back of his head as he settled his rear on his heels. She looked down on him, those stormy eyes flicking back and forth between his at this close distance. "Remember. Not a single word, to the day you die. Understand?"

Something in her words sounded odd to him, but Lith was sufficiently terrified to not think on it too much. He gave a timid nod.

She considered him a single moment further, and her knees drew together, the kitty barely managing to give her the room to close her legs. "Good. In that case, I've got a special need for your services..." Her voice faltered a hint halfway through the sentence as she hefted herself up just enough to slide those expensive dress pants down, her body bent together as she pushed them down past her knees... and she slowly straightened again with a soft sigh. Her legs opened slowly to free a thick sheath, two plump balls rolling slightly to settle snug between the curves of her thighs as she leaned back, her blouse half-draped over the revealed sheath. Her claw slipped to her mouth, and she chewed at the tip as she gauged the kitty's reaction. Her eyes glimmered and her cheeks showed a hint of pink.

Lith blinked. Oh. His eyes dropped to the sheath before him a moment. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of in terms of size, as far as he could tell. His gaze perked back up to her eyes, which now searched him with a much more tender expression. But she was ashamed to have it at all. He smiled slowly, a hint sheepishly, and leaned closer, a paw sneaking up her thigh. Careful fingers slid under her sack and scooped up her weighty orbs, cradling them as the kitty's head lowered to kiss the fold of her sheath's entrance. The musk of a male rose from her core, and his mouth began to water. Maybe it was luck. Maybe he attracted them in some way. Lith's eyes just barely peeked over her blouse and her bosom to catch sight of her eyes once more. Lith was beginning to feel like hermaphrodites weren't as bizarre and one-in-a-million as folks commonly believed.

"Ah-- ahhh!" A soft moan broke the silence that had descended on them as the dragon threw her head back, her body shifting around the feline as his tongue snaked its way down into her sheath. She might have been feeling a little timid, but he was yet to meet a cock that could refuse such a warm invitation to come out and play. Lith's eyes slipped shut as he suckled slowly at the dragon's sheath, his tongue sliding around the buried head of her shaft and slowly coiling at it, giving it a playful drag. It was already pulsing with life, and growing warmer to the touch with every moment. His fingers rolled slowly under the heavy orbs filling his paw as he gave a soft huff, smiling into his kiss as that tip pushed against his tongue. "I-- I--!" The dragon's hips rolled slowly as she drew a deep breath, searching for words.

The black cat needed no words. His free paw kneaded at her thigh soothingly, holding it open to give him a little room as he indulged in a thorough french kiss with her sheath. Finally, a thick, pointed head jutted free of the sheath, catching his tongue tight between the firm flesh and the fold of hide strained to contain it. He grunted into her cockhead as it filled his muzzle, his jaw opening wide in welcome as it slid from one slick warmth into another, a hint of a purr in his breath as it slid along the length of his tongue. Finally, his head rose, tongue retreating as his lips sealed on that shaft, letting it push his head up. Thick, black inches appeared between the two of them as he suckled slowly at her head, his eyes cracking open and slowly tracking up her shirt to find her gaze again as he rode her growing shaft.

She was staring at him, brow furrowed uncertainly, her cheeks bearing two bright roses of color as her bosom fought at the tightness of her blouse with each pant she took. Her claws were digging into the armrests with a soft rasp of wood grain. His paw on her thigh became a support as the other kneaded delicately at her balls, which gave slow twitches now and then, which seemed to roll up her shaft in response. Finally, the shaft's growth slowed to a stop, and the kitty slowly dragged off that head, savoring the last hint of her musk before his lips slurped free. Fully grown, the dragon's cock was somewhere a little over a foot long, and rather on the fat side. Lith gasped softly and smiled, letting his breath roll over her cumvein as his head dropped to nuzzle into the shaft and peek past it at its bearer.

"I-- you...?" The dragon struggled still.

"Don't mind." Lith finished simply, smiling. Her breath still quivered a hint in her throat, but after a beat, she nodded. "Would you like me to... help you with this, Ms. Drake?"

She paused a moment. "No." The kitty blinked. "Call me Emily." He blinked again. She gave a little smile.

A moment, and he chuckled despite himself. "Alright, Emily. Would you like me to suck your cock, Emily?"

She'd opened her mouth to reply, and took a pause at that. Her cheeks glowed a shade brighter, and he couldn't help but grin a little. She swallowed. "Please do."

At that, the black cat promptly dragged his tongue up her cumvein to capture her very tip between his lips. He gave a slow, firm suckle, smiling up at her as she gasped softly and rolled into a slow murr. Her fingers pried from the armrests and drew inwards to begin undoing the buttons of her blouse. The kitty's eyes drifted shut as he explored her cockhead by touch, slowly sliding down the head to capture more taut flesh between his suckling lips, his tongue dragging luxuriously over every tasty, hot inch captured. His lips slid smoothly over the swell of the brunt of her head and soon captured her crown, the kitty drawing with growing intensity on a dragon's captured cockhead. Emily gave a soft whimper as the pressure grew, his tongue petting along the underside of her cockhead slowly. A twitch jumped through her shaft, and a thick, salty glob of pre slid onto his tongue. Purrs broke through his throat, the feline easing his hold as his tongue pressed that glob slowly against her head, spread it over that smooth flesh, and licked it off again.

Purrs rolled slowly through the feline as his lips dipped deeper, welcoming the dragon into the depths of his muzzle. He took her shaft smoothly, inches of smooth ebony disappearing into that hungry, suckling muzzle. His tongue was hard at work welcoming her, dragging over her surface greedily in wide lashes and following the pulses of her buried veins as they bulged ever so subtly from that thick shaft. Only when her tip nudged against his throat did he slow-- she was already drawing shallow, tight breaths, and those twitched had steadily swollen into thick throbs. Her balls started to tighten a hint in his paw, and he grew still. Carefully, his tongue washed over the last couple inches he could capture, little more than half her shaft, and he dragged back.

The dragon's cock shone softly with its fresh coating of saliva, relinquished from the depths of the feline's maw as his head rose and rose until her crown finally dragged at his lip and slipped free. One more luscious drop of pre leaked onto his tongue before he slipped off her again, leaving her twitching hard and panting slowly. Her eyes were filled with anxiety as she peered down at him through the valley of her bare cleavage. Smooth, white mounds, likely weighing in at a heavy C and capped with tiny black nubs, rolled slowly with her breath to either side of her face from his point of view. He smiled slowly. "You're a tasty woman, Emily."

She blinked, but by the time her expression shifted from a quiet shock to trying to formulate kind of reply while trying to hide a smile, the kitty had already slipped out of his thong. He leaned up and kissed the tip of her breast, barely caressing the little black nub with his lips a moment before drawing it into his mouth properly. Her attempt at words died, and she gave a soft sound halfway between a sigh and a moan, a hand drawing up his back slowly. His body pressed slowly to hers, letting her shaft nestle into his belly fur as he snuggled in between her legs. As tended to happen when he tasted such lovely things, he'd grown rather aroused himself, and his own shaft nestled against hers near the base, the two soon twitching slowly together in agreement. Soft slurping noises rose from the kitty as he took his time about licking over her tip and suckling at it, letting her cool just a hint before he tried anything more.

The dragon's breath was deepening, soft moans and coos drifting from her with every exhalation as her hips rolled needily, grinding slowly against the feline's belly. Her claws dragged slowly through his fur, though he was thankful she managed to keep a light touch. His own hips rolled slowly in instinct, pushing his shaft across hers as his rear gave a slow flex in anticipation-- he felt like she should have been gripping him, groping him, something. That was what others did, he realized. But this one... Emily was not the same girl as Ms. Drake. And he rather liked Emily as she was, to tell the truth. He smiled slowly around her nipple, and broke the suckling grip, his gaze rising again. She was cute, he realized. The dragon that had glared at him so hard was just a girl now, looking little older than him, her cheeks hot and her eyes misty as she looked to him, full of desire and uncertainty. He pressed up, and took her lips in a kiss.

A soft whimper slipped from the dragon, muffled between them as an arm slipped around her back. He drew her into a slow kiss, soft in its first moments of life, but steadily growing firmer, and threading with heat as he shifted to press against her, his chest pressing to her breasts, his belly dragging across her throbbing shaft. Her arms came together around him slowly, and drew him close against her. His free paw snuck down and wrapped around her thick shaft, feeling it pulse in his paw as he dragged slow strokes up and down the length of her broad shaft. Soft mewls leaked from her as her hips pushed to meet each stroke.

The two jumped as one, her cock throbbing abruptly as a sharp knock came at the door. Lith barely realized what the noise was by the time the dragon had batted his paw away. "Here!" She whispered almost shrilly. She seized him by the hips, spreading her legs further.

"What--?" His tip jabbed between her balls, and she hissed, sparing a hand to pull up her sack as the other drew him in closer. His ears perked as slick warmth spread around his cockhead.

"Hurry!" She whispered, and her legs locked around his hips, pulling him in tight. He was abruptly shoved into her sweetness, the feline gasping as the dragon bit back on a moan. A beat, and she called out, her voice abruptly hard, "come!"

A bare rustle rose behind him, the kitty's ears swiveling as he ground into her depths. She released him, and he slumped out a bit, and she hauled him in again. Flustered, Lith took the hint and went to work, paws tightening around her back and on her hip as he humped into the dragon's tight folds, her balls bouncing heavily against his pelvis every time he pushed to the hilt inside her. The dragon firmly pushed his head to one side, though not letting him slip over too much. Just enough to look over his shoulder with a firm glare. "I hope this is important."

Silence met her impatient assertion as the feline worked into a rhythm properly, firmly humping up into that sweetness as the dragon slid onto the very edge of the seat. He rested his head on her shoulder to give her the room she needed as he pumped her depths, her breasts jiggling softly against his chest with every stroke and her shaft giving thick, palpable throbs. She gave no moan now, not a single gasp, and the color was all but gone from her cheeks.

"Ah. Yes, Ms. Drake. Terribly sorry to intrude. I just..." A draw of breath. "We received a fax from the Russians. They would like to meet to discuss a contract." The dalmatian seemed to be short of breath, as she seemed almost gasp again, her voice rather unsteady.

"Excellent news. About time they got the picture." She dragged her claws across the feline's back as it flexed to deliver a fresh stroke and rock her hips up. He winced, almost certain he could feel blood beginning to seep in droplets here and there into his fur. That heavy, black shaft was throbbing powerfully, grinding into his belly and drooling all over it as his belly rolled up and down subtly with each thrust. "Was there anything else?" Her voice was steel, vibrating subtly from the blow.

"No, Ms. Drake. My apologies! Please excuse me!" The dalmatian abruptly seemed to realize she was retreating, and those words rushed out rapidly, the last muffled behind the door.

A long breath rolled out of the dragon, and her body abruptly softened-- though it did not relax. In fact, her legs drew him tighter as she drew a tight breath and her hand darted up, seizing a handful of his headfur in the back. Tight pants rose in his ears as she shoved his head down, and her cock jutted into his muzzle just in time to blast a thick wad of dragon cream across the back of his throat as her femsex drew tight around him, trembling taut as it gripped his shaft. A peculiar growl rolled in the dragon's chest, her body tensing rapidly-- a muffled scream, he realized as blast after blast of cream flooded his mouth, the kitty barely swallowing in time before his puffed cheeks would have let free a gush of the thick spunk. He swallowed and swallowed, clutching uncertainly to the dragon as he was bent almost in half, her hand only pushing him deeper on her shaft as his lips dragged tight over her hot flesh. His own balls drew taut helplessly, and he shivered, overcome with the thick taste of dragon jism and the lovely feel of her overflowing, juicy center. He filled her as she filled him, though in not nearly as grand a quantity.

Her claws finally loosened from his fur as her gushes tapered off, the dragon gasping suddenly for breath again-- as though she were the one nearly drowning in a backed up load of dragon cum. Emily slumped back against the chair, panting a moment as the feline dragged his head up, and she abruptly broke into soft giggles.

"You should have seen her face! Ohh, I've been wanting to throw her off balance since I first saw her, but that was just too perfect!" The kitty suckled slowly at her head as she leaked her last few oozing drops into his muzzle before releasing her shaft, rolling the last thick mouthful of cream about his mouth with a soft purr just barely rattling his throat. He smiled shyly, and swallowed.

"I think it's better that I didn't. To be honest, I was a little scared when I saw yours like that." He rolled his shoulders slowly as he straightened, shifting to draw out of her-- only to find her legs firmly locked around him still.

She blinked, and pouted in concern. "Oh, I'm sorry, Lith. I was hardly thinking. Are you alright?" She patted over his head, and ran her head tenderly over his back. She found his wound, and whimpered softly. "Oh, no... I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"

Lith smiled with a hint of chagrin. "It's okay. Some of my coworkers call them battle scars-- they mean we're doing the job right." He blinked. "Well, for the ones that usually do the humping, anyway." He smiled despite himself. He didn't get many battle scars. Guys tended to be better with their claws and such, for some reason. He looked down, a bit shyly, and shifted against her, reminded of her tight grip on him. He looked up to her after a moment, uncertain.

"Oh!" She seemed to realize herself as he tugged his hips, and slowly opened her legs, leaning back again with a soft sigh. He slid out of her sweetness with a low murr, and smiled up at her before slipping to one side to pick up his thong. She gave a soft sigh. "Well, you earned it, I guess." They shared a shy smile as the feline slipped back into his thong.

Clearing her throat, the dragon turned and found her pants. With her back to the feline, she slipped into her panties, and then her slacks, fastening them firmly. She turned, and her face was hard again. Mostly. Perhaps it was just because her chest was still bare, with the slightest hint of moisture still visible on one nipple, but she didn't seem quite so intimidating now. "Thank you for your services. I'm glad to see that our morale department isn't a complete waste of company funds." The kitty blinked, ears flicked up uncertainly, and the dragon folded her arms under her breasts. "As a matter of fact, I'd like to make you an offer, Lith."

The air was heavier again, though he was uncertain how to interpret her return to the infamous Ms. Drake. "An... offer?" Lith straightened carefully, and folded his paws behind his back.

"Yes. I believe that you would suit me well as a personal aide-- my exclusive morale technician. Most directors don't take one, but since my work requires almost constant travel to other countries, it would only be practical. Of course, this would mean that you would spend a good deal of time joining me on trips around the world, attending to my... needs." She smiled, a sinister vision, though something glimmered in her eyes. "If you would be interested, I can speak with the head of your department and see about arranging it all."

The kitty was left reeling a moment. He'd heard of being assigned to one particular executive-- some of the members of the board were rumored to practically have their own harems. But Lith? With Ms. Drake? And travelling all over the world? He'd only started working here two weeks ago! He blinked, clearing his thoughts a moment. "Um." His eyes darted across the floor a moment, and finally rose to hers. "Would it... be alright if I thought about it?"

She smiled again, slowly, and nodded. "Of course. Take a few days and think it over. You know where to find me." She turned away again, and Lith suddenly had the feeling that he was no longer considered present. He blinked, watching a moment as the dragon collected her clothes off the floor, slowly donning her bra again. He took a step back, nodded a little though she couldn't see him, and shuffled to the door. He glanced over his shoulder as he opened the door, and turned back to slip out. He missed her wide smile as she began to button up her blouse. Her fingers kept fumbling at the buttons.