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Seelena flared her large orange wings and gave a final flap to catch herself as she landed outside the modern, contemporary single story townhouse that stood boldly against the rest of the old buildings. While there were designated areas for dragons like Seelena to land, those were for the 'little dragons' as she called them. While no bigger than the average dragon, her shoulders would come up to those of the humans that scurried out of her way as she crossed the footpath towards the large black door.

"They used to clamor over one another to take pictures of me, now look at them." She thought to herself as she caught a disgruntled look from a human who had to walk closer to the street to avoid her long orange coloured tail. She stood in contemplation at the front door, a slight snarl threatening to pull at her lips as she delicately reached for the door bell with a claw. "And they expect me to ring for them." She mused out loud. It felt only a few years ago that she would have a waiting list of artists ready to sketch her image. But that was all before that rotten egg of a child that had left her body out of its previously pristine shape.

Her heart sank at her own thoughts, her own daughter now missing without a trace after her husband, Kaarak, had scared her off. The scars he now carried on his eye ridge did make him look even more fierce, but how he would now strike out at her for any misstep made her jaw clench tighter. What she would give to have the old Kaarak back, the one who was so dedicated to training and teaching his daughter the ways of the world.

The sound of the door unlocking snapped her attention to the present. She waited a moment for an assistant to open the door for her, but when none came she sighed and pressed it open with a painted orange paw.

Her claws clinked softly on the marble floor as she walked down the long hallway, her black leather harness contrasting against her lushious orange scales as her amber eyes caught the works of art that hung on the walls. Each one a priceless piece of work the owner had crafted, his style simple, clean, yet captured every detail of the subject.

"Ah, of course, Seelena, come-come!" Called a voice from the main living area of the dwelling. As she emerged from the hallway she saw the famous artist. The green dragon, Tuurt, had recently taken the industry by storm. Unlike her almost straight horns, his curled around themselves in an almost ram like fashion, their tips directing her gaze to his focused yellow eyes that surveyed her form.

"So you must be Tuurt." Seelena said shortly, the absence of 'the help' told her every thing she needed to know about the wealth of this dragon, immediately making her aware that she was the one in charge of this exchange.

The green dragon gave a polite nod with his head before gesturing to the centre of the room where an easel had been erected. "Please, the pleasure is all mine. It is, how do you say.... an honor to draw the famous Seelena." His voice heavy with a foreign accent that she could not quite place. "Your work with ze harnesses is legendary, truly visionary."

Seelena smiled as she walked further towards the centre of the room, "you are familiar with my work then?" She asked and turned her head to elegantly look back at the young male.

"Of course! How could one not? I remember seeing you on ze billboards and ze newspapers. Such elegance, such, eh, radiance!" He said with enthusiasm as he moved into place behind the easel. "When I heard you were available, I simply had to reach out to see if I could draw the famous Seelena!"

The orange dragoness smiled politely, her self esteem building. "I'm glad that someone still thinks I am worthy of being drawn." She said, a slight sadness creeping into her voice.

"How could we not! Your scales! Zey are like ze sunset," he said and saw a slight curl of a smile on her snout. "Your curves are like ocean waves before they break." He added with a warm smile, "only an idiot would not appreciate ze fine grace and elegance you radiate my Seelena."

Seelena's jaw muscles felt stiff as she smiled for what felt like the first time in forever. "You are too kind, young Tuurt. If only the rest could see what you do."

"That is why you are here, no? You mentioned on ze telephone, a piece for your boyfriend was it?"

"My husband," she corrected, "we have been going through some... challenges of late, and I hope to remind him who he is mated to."

Tuurt nodded in understanding, "of course, of course, what sort of a drawing does ze magnificent Seelena request of young Tuurt?" He asked while he sat down on his haunches.

Seelena looked the young drake up and down, "perhaps a portrait? Something to hang on the wall."

Tuurt let out a tut and shook his head, "my dear Seelena, you wanted to remind him of you, no? I zink we can do better zan a basic portrait." Collecting a stick of charcoal he sharpened it with a talon while looking across to her. "How about, we get a bit wild, no? Show him ze side of you he doesn't see everyday."

Seelena pursed her lips as she contemplated the idea, her original plan was to hang the picture next to the countless others of her in the main living area, and a mischievous idea wormed its way into her mind to do exactly that. "How far would you go?" She asked with a raised eyeridge.

"Madam, I promise you zis, I will bring out your beauty in such a way zat his fire burns bright. He will see you for your true value and will hold you tight, never letting you go." He paused and gauged her reaction, "but zis is a journey, a process if you will, one that I will need your full cooperation and trust, no? Only zen will we make such art zat he will grovel at your paws, desperate for your love and attention." His voice was just another medium that he had perfected.

Seelena's eyes widening slightly at the image of Kaarak at her paws, looking up at her longingly. "You have my attention." She mused and saw the green dragon grin.

"If you let me, I will make you into something zat Michaelandrago would be envious of. A beautiful flower, just for you and your mate. No?"

Seelena gave a small nod, "how would you like me?"

Tuurt's gaze narrowed and he placed his charcoal down on the easel before standing up and circling her slowly, his eyes studying every aspect of her older orange form. "You are truly magnificent." He muttered as he gave a quick glance to the window to confirm the light. "Let me," he started before stepping up to her and placing a paw on her shoulders and rotated her around slightly with a firm touch.

She opened her mouth to protest but she could see the focus in his eyes as he moved quickly and used a paw to partially extend one of her wings before bounding around to her other side and guiding the other wing out. "You can just tell me how you want me-"

"Ah! No talk." He said firmly as he reached up to hold her jaw in both paws and guide it down to the carpet before pushing her shoulders down so her chest touched the ground.

Seelena tensed as he moved around to her hindquarters and lifted them firmly up and gudied her tail up and over her back in a graceful arch. His soft paws lingering on her curved rump for a little longer than needed. "Ah, zere is ze rump, such curvaceous and plump, it's, how do you say, ze dumpy behind?"

Seelena opened her mouth to protest but paused as she saw him dash behind his easel and start sketching, the sounds of the charcoal scratching at the canvas the only noise in the quiet apartment. She held the exposed pose while looking back at him, her snout a little more red than it usually was. While she initially wanted to lower her tail down to cover her modesty, the way his eyes focused on her features made her pause.

"No, no, no." He exclaimed before tearing the canvas off the easel and sending it across the room. He placed a new canvas frame on the easel and padded his way over to her. "I am hopeless, I am not capturing your beauty! Ma journée est gâchée!" His voice heavy with his native accent.

"Something wrong?" Seelena asked and gently lowered her tail only for his paw to be placed on her sensitive undertail.

"No, you could do nothing wrong." He said before talking in his native tongue, "ce cul est tellement beau, ressaisis-toi." His paw gently stroking her undertail like a craftsmen would run their hand over a fine piece of furniture.

Seelena's heart was beating faster than usual at his touch, it had been years since her mate had been so gentle.

"Your rump, it is just so..." he trailed off while moving his paw to her soft curved posterior.

"I'm sorry, they are fake." She said sadly, seeing his confused look she explained, "rump implants, after laying Kaarak's child, my body wasn't the same. What you are feeling is his birthday present from years past."

Tuurt frowned and sat on his haunches, his other paw moving to her rump to squeeze and grope, rolling the soft scaled mounds under his toes, Seelena opened her mouth to complain however he cut her off, "zey feel so natural, but it is true what zey say. Zey are just an enhancement, without your beauty zey would be nothing, don't you agree?"

Seelena was speechless as his gentle paws massaged her rump, her strong thighs becoming butter under his touch. Swallowing she blinked before lifting her head, "I think that's enough." She said, thinking of what her mate would do if he caught her in such a position.

Tuurt looked into her deep amber eyes and softly removed his paws from her rump, "but ma'am, I was simply getting you ready for our masterpiece, one zat will make your mate beg for your affections once again, is zat not what you wish?"

Seelena paused before giving a small nod, "it's just-"

"Shh, don't talk. Let's get you out of zat harness and make a picture he will lust over."

"What's wrong about my harness? It's designer." She said defensively, it was an expensive piece which she had been given for modeling it. Each stitch was hand sewn by talented leather workers from across the globe and had taken hours for it to be tailored for her figure.

"It is a fine ensemble, but it is not ze mighty Seelena, is it not? Ze Seelena is more zan just a harness mannequin." Tuurt said sweetly and stepped to her shoulders, without a further word his deft claws slipped under the buckles and with a thud her harness landed on the ground, "zere, no distractions, just your own beauty." He said simply before darting back behind the easel.

Seelena now felt even more exposed, her hindquarters still presented to his focused gaze as he started scratching away at the canvas with the charcoal stick. "Ah yus, zat is ze Seelena we remember from ze billboards." He said while rapidly sketching, his eyes darting between her curves and the piece he was creating. "Such radiance, such mère je voudrais baiser."

A small smile pulled at her snout as she enjoyed his existensive praise. "Tell me more."

Tuurt grinned back to her, "your dumpy-rump is like two mountains, framing the wonders of your body." He said and saw her blush, "your thick tail, how it meets your thighs, brings joy to my body."

Seelena's gaze was pulled by the fleshy pink tip of his member starting to emerge from a slit between the green dragons hind legs, "oh, don't worry about him, little Tuurt is just admiring your beauty." He said sweetly and continued to sketch. "Open your mouth, like you are hot and your mate is the only refreshment you need." He called from behind his canvas and continued to work. His green head poking up above the canvas to see her pose as instructed, "good! Good! Imagine your mate is returning to you, with a fresh meal and flowers ze same color as your radiant hide!" He added excitedly.

Seelena's pride swelled at the idea, her tail lifting even higher, much to the exclamation of the green artist behind her. His constant stream of praise and affections to her body made her chest swell and posture become more pronounced.

Looking back at the green dragon, she could see his length was now fully erect, long, pink with a fleshy comb on the underside that would pleasure a ness's clit. Her eyes widening slightly as she caught herself imagining what it would feel like.

"Oh madam, you can stare if you wish. In my culture it is a mark of admiration, your beauty, your stunningness, it would be impossible to not be aroused by your voluptuous, silky smooth scales," His paws not pausing as he worked. "Your colour, it's like a sunrise, after an evening of calming rain, don't you zink?"

Seelena smiled and gave a polite nod, his passion and enthusiasm making her feel like her younger self once again.

"Something is missing," he mused, his sketching halted as he looked to her and back to the easel, "tu as l'air plus sec qu'un désert." He muttered before stepping out from behind his workstation and approaching her on all fours, his long pink length bouncing and swaying with every step.

Tuurt licked a digit and her whole body jolted when he ran his slick toe up the middle of her exposed vent, her crease becoming slightly glossy with the smear of saliva. "Excuse me!" Seelena exclaimed, and went to stand up before a paw on her rump caused her to pause.

"No talk, you want to make him want you, no? Let me work with this dumpy-rump and I will make him beg for you." Tuurt said before turning away and padding back to his work in progress.

"That is better, we shall make him remember what he is missing." The green dragon mused while focusing on his work. Seelena's eyes focused on him, still taken aback by his forwardness but also stunned at how good his simple touch had felt. Kaarak had not touched her there with anything but his shaft in years.

"We want to make him drool for you, no? Beg for you? How do you say.... simp for you? No?" The green dragon asked while working the charcoal into the canvas.

Seelena held her pose and smiled, the idea of her black scaled mate devoting himself to her once again made her heart beat faster, "yes Tuurt, let's do that."

The green dragon gave a nod before focusing on the work, minutes passed as he furiously sketched every detail of her large plump hips framing her exposed slit. His eyes glanced between his sketch of her wet lips and up at hers that his saliva had dried on. "Je ne peux pas travailler avec ça!" He exclaimed loudly and tossed the charcoal stick across the room in rage.

Seelena flinched as it left a mark on the wall, "is something wrong?"

"Tu continues à te dessécher!" He exclaimed and stomped over to her, licking his toe again he stroked the edges of her vent tenderly, "we need you glistening, your lips puffy and raw, comme si tu étais en chaleur." He said as he cocked his head to admire his handiwork, his gentle touch causing her to shiver slightly. "You look magnificent." He mused, his words drifting off. Glancing to her face he could see her mouth open slightly in desire, his gentle touch stoking the feelings of a loving mate she had not experienced in so very long. "I want to make you wet, will you let me?" His paw gently stroking up the center of her slit causing her breath to hitch.

She wasn't sure which she was more concerned about, his brazen request, or the fact she had to think about it. Her mate wouldn't be home until late which would give her plenty of time to be rid of his scent, and the way this young dragon looked at her made her feel like she was in her prime again was eroding her hesitations. Before she realized she had, her head tilted in a slight nod. A loud gasp escaped her mouth as Tuurt dove his snout under her tail, his talented tongue quickly tracing around her vent with such skill and precision she felt her tail hike further up.

Her scent flooded his nostrils, the warm spicy scent of an older ness who had been neglected by her mate made him smile as he delved his slippery tongue into her folds like a drake dying of thirst and her tunnel was the only source of liquid. Her whole body tensing momentarily at his intrusion until with gentle licks to her walls he felt her whole body relax.

Seelena focused on the empty space ahead of her as the young dragon drilled his tongue into her depths, occasional rubbing his snout cross her hidden clit before slathering even that with his tongue. She could feel her arousal growing with every curl and lap of is tongue, the way he rotated his head this way and that to try and find her most sensitive spots was a level of care she had not experienced since she first met her mate Kaarak.

"Gods, okay." She murmured as she lay her head down on the carpeted floor again, her mouth open in a desperate paint as he worked his tongue deeper into her, her velvety walls clenching down on his agile organ. Every hitch in her breath was a signal he found a pleasurable angle, his following licks and slurps focused on that one area before roaming around in search of another.

Tuurt rested a paw on her rump as he feverishly worked his tongue, her scent and taste intoxicating for the young dragon as he worked her over until her juices started to run down her thighs. Her soft vent lips became engorged slightly as her arousal built, his chin became slick as he ground it against her entrance while darting his tongue in and out of her warm core.

Her stance widened as she rolled her hips to give him better access, soft moans and gasps escaping from her mouth as she closed her eyes and tried to imagine her first time with her mate. Her nostrils twitched as she smelt his arousal, the thick musky scent of his pre heavy on the air as his shaft strained itself at full mast, begging to be plunged into the horny dragoness. She could feel her arousal growing, having not been cared for by her mate in so long, her body had almost forgotten what a delicate and dedicated touch could feel like. Her eyes rolled back under her eyelids as he brought both his front paws to her rump, gently spreading her thighs and vent to reach even further into her tender depths.

She could feel her climax building as he swirled his tongue inside her, her clit becoming exposed to his touch as he worked it over with the tip of his tongue before plunging into her again and again.

He could feel her building, every clench and shudder of her depths encouraged him, called to him, begging him for the release she had been denied for so very long.

A needy, almost whorish moan erupted from her open mouth as he suddenly removed his snout from her snatch. Her eyes flicking open and quickly turned to look over her shoulder at him in desperation. Gasping for breath, he looked at her with hungry eyes, her arousal dripping from his chin as he licked his lips. A slight cock of his head and a raise of his eye ridge were all the words he needed as she nodded and raised her tail higher, pushing her hips back into him suddenly.

His skilled paws held onto her curved hips as he pulled her under him, taking her mates position behind the base of her tail and using his bulk to push the long orange appendage out of the way. Her eyes closed and thought of her mate holding her, her lips curling into a smile as she felt his hard tip press against her thick rump, a slick trail of his arousal marking her scales as he angled his hips to find his target.

Tuurt lowered his head down alongside her neck as he rocked his hips to press his pink spear against her quivering folds, her juicy lips parting around his tip as he prepared to plunge into her. Nuzzling her neck tenderly he pressed forwards, his long tapered length gliding into her depths, her puffy entrance offering a slight level of resistance before shuddering as the fleshy combs on the underside of his cock sawed along her clit, every ridge causing a mini shockwave to run through her body. "Oh gods!" She cried out, her head rolling to rub her cheek on the carpet as he continued to slowly press into her.

Her slick walls began to conform to the shape of his shaft as he buried himself into her wet depths. The natural juices her body was producing were a far better lubricant than the oils she had to use to make Kaarak enjoyable, almost effortlessly he hilted into her mature depths and he held himself there. Her walls clenching and gripping his hard length while he waited for her breathing to relax, the soft nibbles on her neck made her shiver, the care and delicate nature of his touch made it hard for her to imagine her mate on her back. "Let us make a masterpiece." He whispered before drawing his hips back, his comb strumming her clit as he withdrew slowly, her whine escalating in pitch as the feeling of emptiness washed over her, her tunnel tightening to try and stop him from going.

Withdrawing just until the tip was inside her warm depths he paused until she opened her eyes and glanced back at him, with a deep groan he plunged firmly into her body. Her gasp of pleasure turned into a long moan of ecstasy as her body did what it did best, the rippling sensation of her vaginal tunnel gripping and tightening in his shaft caused him to pull back and slam home again. His rhythm was quick and firm, while still carrying the tenderness that her mate so often lacked. Every drive in and out of her soaking folds caused her hard clit to be rubbed and stroked by his comb. His tip driving deep into her unloved core again and again, his tapered tip pressing ruthlessly into her as he pounded away at her cushioned rump. Every smack of his hips against hers sent ripples through the artificial mounds and across her thighs, the wet impacts mixing with her needy moans as she was given a rutting to remember. The young drake's pace increased, his speed and force a clear reminder that it was a much younger drake plundering her treasure.

"You are so wet, such a needy vieille poule. Aren't you?" He gasped, his snout pressing against her neck as she moaned and whimpered in pleasure under his touch.

Closing her eyes she tried to imagine her mate hammering away at her, she could almost picture a younger version of Kaarak holding her hips, his hot breath on her neck as he groaned and panted while thrusting into her again and again. Every thrust sent his tip pressing against the deepest recesses of her folds, her eyes scrunching closed and fangs bared in pleasure as she felt him bottom out against her cervix, the fleshy doughnut offering a soft cushion for him to hammer against as he rocked her body firmly with each mind numbing thrust.

"Harder, fuck- fuck me harder." She cried back to him, her voice strained and desperate. His eyes meeting hers as he gave a single nod, her eyes widened as she felt his clawed paws grip her waist firmly. His strong forearms hooking ahead of her plump rump before leaning further over her and plowing into her even harder, his deep growls resonating through her body as she was dominated in a way that made her feel like the desired ness she once was.

She lowered her chest and stomach lower to the ground and arched her back to let his shaft to press and point against more sensitive areas of her accommodating cunt. The slick wet sounds of his cock plunging in and out of her body filled the room as his pace increased. Her breathing coming in sharp cries as her body responded to the hard mating rhythm he was providing. Her ovaries had long since dried up, but her mind didn't care as the virile young breeder dragon continued to press into her harder and faster with every moment.

He could feel her climax building, her tunnel spasming and clenching in an uncontrollable pattern as it tried to comprehend what was happening to it, his nubby comb continuing to stroke across her clitoris with every hard shove into her. He clenched his jaw as he felt his climax rapidly approaching, determined to have the ex model dragoness reach release on his thick tapered length.

"I'm going to breed you, fill you with my hot seed and mark your eggs as mine." He groaned loudly, while a lie, her mind didn't care. Her imagination taking her back to being a young fit female in her prime with a youthful drake about to unload his potent release into her body. Her eyes scrunched shut as she felt her climax build further and further until with a hard slam into her body she felt him release his hot load inside her. The first jet splashing against her cervix before he pulled back in a half thrust and slammed hard to hilt as deep as he could, forcing his tip against her cervix, the second load firing through the aperture of her cervix and into her womb.

Her jaws opened wide and lips curled back into a loud yowl of pleasure as her climax crashed down on her, her velvety walls doing their long forgotten job and milked his buried shaft for all it was worth. Her nerves felt on fire as Tuurt continued to rock against her while staying hilted, enjoying the feeling of the older female's body tenderly accepting everything he had to offer.

His hot seed washed through her empty womb, making her eyelids flutter at the warm feeling of his hot dragon seed. Her breath was a desperate pant as she slowly came down from her high, glancing back at the green dragon on her back she saw his lustful expression.

Tuurt breathed through his mouth as his cock slowly softened inside the bred female. With a swift tug he drew out his half flaccid member, his comb raking her one last time and drawing a slick trail of his seed to her entrance.

Seelena lay her head down on the carpet and watched as Tuurt walked confidently over to his canvas and collected a new piece of charcoal, his paws quickly capturing the image of her gaping twat leaking another dragon's seed, completing the lustful sketch for the unfaithful dragoness.

"How did I do?" Seelena asked softly as she held her exposed cunt for the green dragon to capture, a long strand of his white cum dangling from her well used hole. "Am I still the best?"

Tuurt's eyes glanced at a canvas that hung with pride above his fireplace, the hurried painting taking him back the the fleeting dragoness he met in a boulangerie back home. While she only kept her paws off him for a moment, he was able to capture the dragoness' mottled red and black scales, and how her black horns highlighted the bright blue eyes that had captured his heart as quickly as he captured her image.

Noticing he hasn't said anything he smiled at the orange dragoness in front of him, "ze best?" He asked and saw her eyes waver with self-consciousness, "zat is not fair my dear Seelena." He placed down his charcoal and approached her presenting form. "A dragoness is like a fine wine, no? It gets better with age, and it is not fair to judge it with just one tasting." He added with a wink while massaging her lifted haunches with a paw

Seeing her smile he turned back to his easel, his eyes flicking back to the image of his love on the wall, and the best wines were found in Paris.

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After many weeks and countless loud arguments, Kaarak returned home late from work to discover Seelena missing. The penthouse apartment was eerily quiet as his imposing black form padded its way across the smooth marble floors towards his bedroom.

The jewelry she wore, that he had paid for, was now gone and a lone rectangular thin package lay on his large empty bed. Deep down he knew this day would always come, his daughter's disappearance sparking an idea in his mates head that she could survive without his money.

With a careful slide of his talon on the edge of the wrappings he tore it back to reveal a lewd picture of his now ex mate. Her rump lifted to expose her dripping snatch as another drakes seed slowly leaked out of her.