High Stakes Games

Story by Dracasis on SoFurry

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Today we have a frisky story of my boy Oros at the high stakes table with a few companions looking to win it big. When his luck starts faltering, he finds lady luck just happening to stride up to his side and he's not one to let her pass by! After getting to know her better with a bit of oral attention, the glowderg decides to press his luck. No risk, no reward after all!

Contains a thick oral theme but doesn't skimp on the egg making. Has semi-consensual themes but nothing totally N/C so enjoy!

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The room was dankly lit despite the rather luxurious decorum that adorned the walls. It was a poker hall for some of the higher end clients to use when the standard tables didn't quite pique their fancy. Angular lights cast a cone of illumination down on each of the five participants from above; four players and one mantis dealer. Oros was amongst them, the large feral dragon sitting, lounging really, with his pile of chips and two cards flat on the table before him.

Across from the glow-maned male was another drake, smaller than he by a quarter. Flanking him was a naga resting on his own coils like thick serpentine pillows and an earthly colored gryphon- the smallest member of their collection. They were all at various stages of winning (and losing) with the table pretty evenly matched today. The blue eyed, black bellied red Oros was currently up by about 20 makers but it was an easy enough lead to lose if he got careless.

He let his two cards flop back onto the table face down and pushed a stack of 10 across the felt table. No risk, no reward. He lifted his glass, his lightly glowing white inner jaw draining the rest of its contents along with the ice, wiggling the empty glass at the bartender across the room in way requesting another.

The naga folded just as he suspected. He'd been betting sparsely the whole round, wasn't anything worth a damn under those claws of his. Unfortunately both the bird and the other drake stayed in. He expected at least one of them would be brave enough to challenge him for the pot but not both. Whelp, he'd been called, nothing to do now but flip and hope.

"Two pair queen high." The dealer announced, sliding the glow-drake's cards under the bridge.

"Shiiiiit." His draconic competition hissed in frustration, flinging his cards across the table, admitting a loss.

"Three of a kind on eights." The dealer spoke candidly, replacing Oros' two cards with the gryphon's two cards.

"Awh son of a bitch!" The fluffy drake bawked as the dealer swept his chips across the table shifting a sizable portion over to the smaller contestant. "Ares, how are you so gawd damn lucky?" The big drake puffed, slumping back some.

The feathery male was just wearing the smuggest grin on his beak while stacking his new pile of chips.

"Lady luck is stroking my feathers I guess."

"Stroking something maybe." The naga, Khaesho, jabbed back but Ares paid it no mind.

"She needs to come stroke mine then." Oros grumbled, stretching his lightly luminescent white feathered wings as far as the room would allow. "Aaactually..."

He rumbled, eyeing the prettiest little white dragoness as she wandered over toward him, balancing the serving plate with his drink on it upon her tail. Oh, she was lovely, that matte silver and blue underbelly plates coming in at just over half his height. That nimble tail of hers swung around, the smaller female collecting the glass and placing it on the table without so much as a drop spilled.

The moment her paws were free, those broad feathers swooped down against her flank, pulling her in against him. She had a to take a few awkward steps to keep from being bowled over and soon found herself pressed surprisingly to the burly male's warm fluffy flank. His short fur was at least comfortable if a little unusual to find herself suddenly tucked in against.

"Maybe lady luck has come to visit me after all." He rumbled, his large paw gripping the little dragoness by the chin, tilting her snout up and to the side slightly, examining that pretty muzzle in the beter's light. Her eyes swirled a bit with confusion but she didn't resist, collected as she was like new winnings with forepaws half standing on his flank. "I think you'll do just fine." He grinned toothily, letting her jaw go gently and reached back to redirect the dragoness' body into a more favorable position.

For her part, Izzy wasn't quite sure what was going on. She'd served at these gatherings before but she'd never been dragged into the game. Slapped on the haunch once though... Now she was just being maneuvered around like a prize animal! With her tail end pointed toward the table, she was facing his back half and, if it weren't all happening quite so fast, she might have noticed why sooner.

As it was, the paw on the back of her head interlocked with her horns and gave him an egregious grip as he pressed her only lightly resistant head down. She wasn't sure if it was the view of his glowing cock or the scent of his arousal that she noticed first but both became readily apparent as the fat mast of dragon flesh smeared off her nose and pursed at her lips. Her eyes shifted once more but his insistent paw wasn't going to let her stop there, the tapered tip wedged between her unprepared lips. She had only an instant to choose whether to resist him or not and, without time to really weigh the choices, just decided it was better not to upset the great beast and let it happen.

Oros had no reservation about pushing the cute little snout down into his crotch, a shivering arch of his hips helped meet her half way as he gorged the poor thing's throat with several pounds of stiff dragon cock, forcing it all the way in until the breath escaping her nostrils tickled his black sheath. It was quite pleasing to see the vague outline of that glowing treetrunk stretching her throat like that, a delightful shiver running through his frame as he felt her reflexively try to swallow. A little trickle of precum would give those strained neck muscles something of a reward at least.

"Ante up." The dealer spoke, seemingly completely oblivious to the oral escapades going on with one of his coworkers. He wasn't of course but he had a job to do just like she did. His was to keep the game going while hers was to keep the customers happy; whatever that might entail.

Currently it entailed giving the frisky feral head as he kept her there, buried in his crotch, paw pressed at the back of her head while his other forepaw flicked a pair of chips out toward the center of the stage. While waiting for the deal, he reached back to stroke her throat to give the little girl encouraging strokes across the jaw aching bulge she held between her jaws.

"Really?" The Lo'Drak, the other betting dragon inquired flatly, adding his own ante in to the pot.

"Don't be jealous. You can have her after I'm done if you want." The fluffy red answered with a toothy grin.

The admission made Izzy's ears burn with embarrassment. As the first round of cards were being passed out, his paw relaxed from the back of her head. She thought the distraction of the game might be enough for her to slip free and get back to work but he only let her up far enough to run a line of precum across her tongue before applying pressure at the base of her skull once more. Her neck muscles tensed up reflexively but her choices were the same and her reluctance waned once more as she was pushed down on him a second time.

"Watch the teeth." He rumbled. The words were casual but were underscored with a warning. The pleasurable exhale that escaped his muzzle at feeling her jaw relax, letting him more freely have his way with her, made butterflies swarm around in her belly.

Up and down she went, no so much a willing participant in his oral fetish but neither unwilling either; more just a limbo of responsibility, uncertainty and lust. There were times he'd stop massaging his cock with her muzzle, just leaving it at whatever depth he found pleasing at the moment while he judged his cards and made his bets before gripping her horn and putting her back to work. Other times he'd test her boundaries by shoving her nose into his crotch to get her lips wrapped around the base of his shaft, drinking down his precum or gripping her horns with both his paws and giving her a short but rigorous muzzle fucking.

It wasn't long before she was wearing his scent quite liberally with the excessive fluids drooling out of the corner of her maw and the occasional slip out would smear his lustful fluid across her cheek. Izzy wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose but her purple eyes were becoming quite accustomed to the sight of that virile glow all the same. She found herself buried between his hinds for at least three hands and her jaw was beginning to ach.

"You'd probably fare better with less... distractions." Hissed the naga, watching the horny drake roll the log of cockflesh off the little serving girl's tongue once more. "Not that I'm complaining." He added, clicking a few of his winnings together on the stack for emphasis.

Oros' win ratio had certainly dipped but it wasn't because of the little silver female's attention, he'd just had shit hands and wasn't willing to risk more than a few chips on them. Far from it, having her paws perched at his thighs and that deep little snout going all the way like that was keeping him in quite good spirits despite the losses.

"You're probably right." He pretended to agree anyway, letting the serpent have his minor victory while he pulled free and stood.

The burly drake didn't let her go of course, he wasn't done with her. A talon stroked along her throat, angling that beautiful little snout upward toward the lewd mast of heavy-hanging flesh between his hinds. She panted softly, given a moment to catch her breath, but only a moment as he shifted forward to dangle that glossy saliva-slickened glowcock in front of her eyes. Slipping a talon between her lips, he casually pried her jaw open, laying his eager spire on her tongue.

The blue bellied female didn't help him but didn't fight him, holding the posture he'd put her in and just letting him slide his leaky luminescent shaft down her throat. The new posture gave the whole congregation a good view of that ivory feral spear passing between her lips until all but the back of her head was hidden behind those thick draconic haunches of his. With her snout straight out, it made a clear bulge to show off just how far he'd gotten inside her.

Horns as handlebars once more, the frisky feral grunted as he took his final strokes within that pretty muzzle. Eyes closed and snout bunched, she took it with only meager reluctance. Open mawed as she was, it gave him the perfect opportunity to give the attractive hen a good throat fucking, his flared ridges riding her gullet. Despite knowing what was coming, it was still a toe tingling experience as the big male hit his vivid feather-quivering orgasm, feeling it shoot through his spire and into her with all the intensity that would be expected from a beast of his size.

Swallowing wasn't really an option as he just fed her thick ropes of glowing dragon spunk, holding her snout to his belly as the strong satisfying contractions rippled through his frame. His fur stood on end, a slight dizziness causing one of the paws on her horns to shoot forward to the ground to keep from falling over. Tongue dangling from his maw in heady pants, he slid the other down the side of her head, cradling the exhausted female as he rocked back and forth, even pulling back far enough to paint the roof of her maw with a few spurts of glow, giving her a good taste of the male she'd just thoroughly drained.

As the spike of pleasure lodged in the base of his skull slowly melted, he curled his neck back to look at the seedy female beneath him, grinning devilishly at the delightful sight of her, pulling fully free with a string of seminal fluid trailing off his tip, stretching to her huffing tongue before he arched up, letting the line of sticky goo trail over her nose. Rolling back into a comfortable posture, he let that firm, spent flesh rest on the bridge of her snout, bathing her in the light trickle of his leftover pleasure while massaging around her ear in pleased satisfaction.

"Ante up." The mantis called again.

His win streak came back too. They'd say it was 'cause he was no longer distract with face fucking the serving girl but that wasn't at all the reason. He was still just as stiff as he'd been before draining himself into Izzy's comfortable little muzzle. Luck was just on his side.

And at his side with his little good luck charm still tucked against his belly.

After tuckering the poor thing out, he'd settled back down on his flank and scooped her right up against him. Perhaps letting her go clean up instead of keeping her there in the crook of his warm plumage wouldn't have made him sit in a pocket of hot sexual scents but something about having her shyly looking around, dodging glances as the other males stole a view of her cum soaked snout just tickled him.

It might be distracting them more than him too- he thought, grinning like a fool as yet another hand when to him.

"Four aces. Winner to the feather dragon." The dealer chittered, his grasping claw sliding the pot toward the big drake. The other three grunted and huffed having all stayed in that round. The serpent even had a full house on the double aces from the bridge but Oros' good luck charm was shining as brightly as the cum on her face.

"Hey, weren't you going to share her?" The feathery gryphon huffed, rather tired of losing and looking to get a bit of that luck passed his way.

"Yep." He replied candidly, Izzy's eyes widening a little as she looked up at him. The great drake grinned like the devil. "When I'm done with her." He cooed deviously, stroking down the back of her neck possessively.

The unfortunate dragoness wasn't sure which fate she preferred...

Ares perked an ear at that statement but didn't inquire further, tossing his chips in with a sigh. The devious drake followed suit and, with his paw free for a moment, he reached back behind his wing, slipping it around and under her belly and tugged her up more firmly against his own. She shuddered delicately at the sensation of his hefty shaft rubbing rudely against her belly plates as he made himself comfortable between her legs. Spooning with the brazen drake made her feel small.

Not that she wasn't small in comparison just... huff... The next hand was played slow with multiple rounds of betting before the final call. She wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose, taking the time to get a slow grind against her underside, the frisky drake having no qualms about just taking what he wanted while betting thousands as casual as one might play penny slots. A thin trickle of hot seminal fluid drizzled over her inner thigh, matting both her hide and his fur.

"Damn! So fuckin' close." The fluff drake gruffed, spinning his cards across the table in a flourished toss to the dealer. "Might be losing our touch." He purred, stroking the side of his good luck charm's neck with the firm flat of his palm.

She could still feel the soreness from their last 'lucky' encounter as she swallowed reflexively.

"So which hole should we try this time?" He rumbled, looking down at her with a lick of his lips.

Her curious eyes peered up at him, a swirl of emotion, maw slightly agape- not for that reason but it did make him chortle a little.

"Nah, was thinking something down south." He purred seductively. "Maybe this one?" The furred drake added as he shifted.

His wing claw curled around her upper hind leg and, with a little tug, spread them enough for the brash feral to slid his tip back across her belly and nuzzle the wet tip against her tailvent. Her rather immediate tense squeak of protest just make the wicked smirk tug at the corner of his maw.

"The other one then." It wasn't a question so much as an affirmative statement as the big male shifted his hip, letting his cock lick the space between the two openings and settle against her unspoiled gender.

Her violet tinted eyes looked back as she lifted a leg to reduce the pressure but she couldn't see much in the tangle of wings and glowing feathers. Not that she needed to see anything with how much she could_feel_ back there. Tucking a forelimb casually against her chest and into the crook of her forearm as much to keep her comfortable as it was to keep from fucking her under the table, the dirty dragon brazenly ran his tongue up the back of her neck while rolling his hips forward, entering her.

Thankfully, having been muzzle fucked, coated in the heavily arousing scent of male and relentlessly teased for the past hour, she was already mercifully wet. Whether that really made any difference with just how prolific he was with his seminal fluid remained to be seen but, between the two of them, it allowed the head of his shaft to squish its way into the soft pinkness between her legs with a heart pounding little shlop. The rest of him would take some effort to wedge between those delicate nether lips of hers but she knew just how willing he was to take his time when it meant getting what he wanted.

The next hand went as well as could be expected after being dealt a four of spades and an eight of clubs but dropping out early gave him almost the entire round to focus on squeezing more and more of that fat mast between her legs. One ridge at a time slipped inside as she lay there, helplessly enamored by the carnal sensations toying with her smaller form. At least from this angle she could see what having the barely manageable treetrunk of breeding flesh crammed into her body looked like now. It was more than a little embarrassing to think that's what she had looked like to the rest of the patrons when she had her muzzled buried in his crotch before.

Though this wasn't any less embarrassing, what with her wet nether lips wrapping around the base of his spire just as tightly as she'd done at the other end an hour ago... She hissed and grunted, eyes slipping closed with teeth bared at the slight pinch of his tip bottoming out in her, nuzzling at her egg-gate with such complete disregard of the risks such an engagement came with. Oros arched slightly, pressing more firmly against that inner barrier in shivering delight.

"Mmm, such amazing service at this casino. I'll have to make sure to reward you thoroughly." He purred deviously, stroking the soft lump of cockflesh in her midsection with his talons. The bestial spear stretched her gut juuuust enough that one could swear her belly plates glowed slightly from the fleshlight inside. "I wonder if your mate cheats on you like you're cheating on him now." He purred quietly in her ear just loud enough for only her to hear.

The statement caught Izzy off guard, ears perked, then folding with a hot flush of embarrassment.

"I saw the marriage ring on your horn." He purred, licking her ear with a far too sensual stroke. "You be a good girl and let me cum inside you and maybe I won't tell the whole table just how good your unfaithful vent feels." He hissed, licking his lips hungrily as he eased back.

Whatever protest she might have been about to present was flicked away as one ridge at a time plucked free over her clit, sending a hot stab of shameful pleasure across her trembling form. A bare whine escaped her throat almost too inaudible to hear as his head popped free letting a_shlop_ of their intermingled fluids trickle from her soft vent.

"Just imagine I'm your mate." The dirty drake continued, pushing his hips back against her, wedging those tender pussy lips open again, a soft jerking grunt escaping his nostrils as her yielding flesh swallowed him up more liberally this time. "And you're some hot, young dragoness hoping to lift your tail and seduce me."

His tip slid home deep under Izzy's bare undertail leaving a messy kiss of luminescent bio-pre against her unprotected walls, resting there for only a moment before dragging back and doing it all over again. By the third stroke, she'd given up trying to resist, just laying there as relaxed as her reflexively clenching muscles would allow. The wicked male grinned toothily, cradling her throat in a paw and massaging the limp hen, quite pleased with himself indeed.

Tossing his cards toward the dealer in a fold, he didn't even care about the lost chips as those rippling pussy folds rode up and down the dangerously bare flesh within her.

Oros made a nice easy pace of it, not wanting to wear himself out too quickly. He could tell it was working; whatever distraction having this beautiful silvery hen beneath his belly was causing him was easily tenfold for the other players. Their uncomfortable shifting and hidden adjusting of bits or posture a sure sign that he was getting more out of it than just the pleasure of a bit of unprotected sex with a bar maid.

The way she smelled made the fur on the back of his neck stand on end with delight. He couldn't tell if she was just starting her heat or on the tail end of it; either way it was a tongue tingling risk to add to on top of this high-stakes game of chance. Chips above the table, chicks below. He'd even given her the decision of which hole to go with so, really, it had been her choice to risk her cheating vent on one night stand with him.

He grinned at the thought, looking down at those dilated purple eyes, his talon having migrated up, slipping a thumb claw into her maw to massage her tongue while he nailed her. Her tiny little form gyrated so delightfully, like an adorable little fuck doll. A fluffing shiver ran through his frame as he ground his shaft against her inner barrier. The tip was already beginning to poke inside, he could feel her resilience waning; little more and he could have her wearing his balls.

"Ungh... I'm out..." The little gryph huffed, throwing his cards in.

"Done so soon?" The frisky drake teased, getting an adorable squeak out of the charming waitress with a stiff grinding thrust.

"Sooner than you." The smaller feathered male threw his paw dismissively in the larger drake's direction.

Oros grinned toothily at the sight of the little male's hard red erection between his hinds. No doubt the losing feral was off to find someone to blow the last of his money in... errr... on! One down, two to go.

Another few hands and several more steady minutes before the green snounted dragon across the table bowed out leaving just as aroused as the gryph with a glossy string of lust dripping from the tip between his hinds. Not a total loss for him, just a little under break-even which just left the three of them; two players and one cocksleeve. The short interlude of a leaving player taking his winnings gave the dirty male a moment to indulge in something a bit more carnal.

He'd been tantalizing himself for so long, he was convinced his black balls were blue by now but damn if that didn't make the moment he was building up to all the more heavily desired. But there was one more thing he could do before blowing his load in her. Sliding his paw down her neck and along her flank, he cupped his paw in against the crook of her thigh, the action drawing her attention down to the spot she was being so mercilessly ravaged.

It was a combined effort, her teeth gritted in a soft growl as he both her down and pushed his hips up. The pressure deep in her belly resisted his intrusion but she couldn't keep him from taking her all the way in the end. The slippery wet tip of his penis wedged itself into her deepest recesses with such carnal finesse that poor Izzy found herself unintentionally drooling a little from the heady sensation of her innermost sanctum being so vividly violated. The last of him sank into the hilt causing a shuddering orgasm to ricochet through her frame, not the least of all tortuously stimulated by the words he whispered in her ear.

"That's your mate's isn't it?" He hissed, sliding his paw down to rub above the womb he just successfully penetrated. "You don't think he'll mind if I borrow it for a few months right?" He growled, slipping his tongue under her chin, sliding it wetly across her throat.

Her eyes slipped closed, jaw loosely open in hot panting breaths.

So he stole that too, slipping his tongue into her maw and down her throat as his jaw locked with hers, forcing the precious little hen take him at both ends. A few burning, hungry thrusts was all it took to tip him over the edge, her hind legs spread wide as the big drake forced that glowing spear of breeding flesh balls deep and began emptying their contents directly into her belly. Hot sticky lances of the stuff leapt across her open womb to splash against her fertile shores with reckless abandon, filling her with midsection with a nice motherly glow.

She came again, helpless as the brutish male attempted to impregnate the trembling female locked in his embrace. Izzy was already quite familiar with his potency, having had it drained into her belly once before, only this time the squirmy little glow-tails would have the opportunity to do what the first batch could not. He didn't spare her a drop either, the rocking mush of his crotch against hers making sure to put quite a swell on the little hen's midsection as those sore black orbs squeezed up against the base of his shaft. The potent drake made sure to give the cute little cheating dragoness the best chance at having to explain what had happened to her husband later.

Her pleasure glazed eyes couldn't even see straight as he pulled back, a web of cum-tainted saliva stretching between their maws as he licked his muzzle clean, indulging in the hot afterglow of fattening the beautiful silver dragoness up quite nicely.

"Ante up."

The next few rounds came and went in a flash, the throbbing at the back of her mind made things fuzzy to concentrate on so Izzy didn't bother, floating along as much as her aching muscles, raw throat and an sore vent full of wriggling little glow cum would allow.

"Alright, you win." The naga spoke, slapping his cards down, his coils unwinding, showing off just how large he really was for the first time since he'd arrived.

"I know." The wicked featherdrake purred at the double entendre, collecting his winnings from the final round. The serpent flicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes but didn't otherwise argue.

"Next time I bring a lady in and we'll see how well you do with a mating ball playing beside you." He hissed.

"I look forward to it." The furred male responded, nonchalantly stacking his chips up into ever higher taunting spires.

Undignified, the naga and his two erections slithered off.

"Well well, looks like you were just what I needed tonight." The bright eyed male hummed with great satisfaction, petting down the shy dragoness' flank with faux affection.

Izzy's cheeks flushed as his paw slid between her legs, cupping her vent and holding it gingerly in place as his half-softened mast plucked free, drawing one last slimy shiver from the used female as his ridges scraped across her tender folds on its way out. Finally freed, she rolled over onto her four wobbly legs.

"For you-" The spent drake spoke, sliding a $100,000 chip toward the dealer who just nodded in casual appreciation while continuing to clean up the table. "-and you my good luck charm." He purred, splitting two of the same chips apart before reaching over and slipping them between her hip and the garter band she wore around it. She huffed...

"And I'm good on my word, no one else will have to know." He said with a wink. "The glow should die down in a day, then you can head back to him." The furred male rumbled, reaching a paw under her tail between her hinds to grope-massage her stuffed, slightly luminescent belly. If it wears off at all- he thought with a smirk, watching her wobble her way toward the door, wondering idly if his frisky little wigglers had found any of her eggs yet.

She'd find out in a few months just how many chicks he ended up giving her.