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Breaking the Rules Story by Raziel Characters © Jack Knight

Jack looked at the small, crumpled piece of paper and confirmed the sign displaying the street's name. He nodded and was quite sure he already knew which building it was even before seeing the number. The bright neon frame of a sexy female was something of a giveaway. As he came closer, the music became more clearly audible instead of a teasing buzz at the edge of his hearing. He brushed some of his white hair out of his face, and absent-mindedly traced the blue streak in the centre. His large ears stood up attentively, flicking occasionally when small drops of starting rain struck the tips. His dark eyes scanned the façade and quickly found the number of the building. Yep, that's the one...unsurprisingly. He sauntered past smoothly, still feeling a bit nervous about his first visit. It was a silly feeling, but one that seemed surprisingly hard to repress. After reaching the end of the street, he turned around again and wandered over to the club once more. This time, he stopped and leaned in to have a look at the pictures on display. He blushed visibly despite his black scales and had to admit that his friend wasn't kidding when he said they had some truly lovely performers here. They didn't quite match his preference but were very attractive nonetheless. He shuffled back and forth a while, building up the courage, and then stepped towards the entrance. The nerves started picking at his mind again when he saw the large, broad-built bouncer standing at the door; a very dark-brown furred bear. He knew there was nothing to be nervous about, but the newness of it all had a curious effect on him. The bouncer nodded at him and observed quietly while Jack paid the entrance fee of the club. Then came the patting-down; it wasn't the first time he had to undergo it, after all, it happens more often when you travel or go to dance-clubs and events, but he still got more nervous despite knowing there was nothing to find. "Alright, go right in. House rules are on the sign there. Other than those, have all the fun you want!" The deep rumble of the voice carried it easily over the sound of the music. Jack nodded politely and then entered the building. Behind him, the bouncer knocked on the ticket-booth wearing a wide grin. "I told you he'd only walk by once before going in. I think you owe me 20."

It was quite crowded in the club, with the first shows already in full swing. Out of the chill outside, he let his wings relax and expand a little, revealing the leather vest beneath. He found a free stool at the bar easily and sat down, letting his tail uncurl and content with simply getting a feel of the place for now. The night was still young; he'd have plenty of time to get closer to the catwalks if a performer particularly interested him. Jack had good reason to assume as much despite the pictures outside seemingly indicating otherwise; a drinking buddy well-aware of his tastes had recommended the club with a specific 'there's this babe there you'd love.' At that moment, he couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. The performers were fantastic; a slender, slinky feline on stage, a lithe fox behind the bar and a slithery but seductive serpent tending customers, one as pretty as the other, but nothing that specifically hit his jollies, so to speak. The DJ also clearly knew his job; the mixing was excellent and he was clearly in synch with the girls as he spun the records; speeding up and slowing down the music as appropriate. Jack rapped his fingers on the table - talons clicking loudly on the wood - in tune with the music while he looked around. The night was something of a haze until he became aware of DJ mixing in a new song that sounded quite a bit differently from the previous ones. The tune seemed to have a touch of Celtic folk music to it, and it wasn't immediately evident why as the lights started to dim. From up high, eyes glowing a deep red looked down on the masses. A smile revealed small but razor-sharp teeth glinting in the light of a spot that passed over them. Her scales were so pitch-black that it merged her with the darkness, only showing hints of her form. Flashes gave hints to her form; light caressing a spike, a flash illuminating four-fingered hands. The hint of movement of a serpentine tail below a cloak of dark wings. And then the music started for real and the light came on just as she spread her wings; casting her shadow over many of the club's patrons. Her figure was marvellous and a perfect hourglass. The clothing she wore looked interestingly medieval, almost operatic, like she came from a performance of 'Nibelungenlied'. Her ample chest was covered by armour, as was much of the rest of her form; all buckled to her expertly with quite suggestively placed belts. Around her neck was what looked like a choker, until a closer look revealed it to be a natural growth of horn and scale. Small chains dangled from it, catching the light as she moved. A piece of armour clattered to the catwalk suddenly, the belt undone so fast that Jack hadn't even seen her reach for it. She knew how to divert attention and she had the assets to easily do it. Jack wasn't able to put his finger on it properly, but he couldn't shake the idea that the black dragoness was older than the other girls in the club. Something about her form and posture made her seem more mature; perhaps it was the wide hips. Some other part of metal hit the floor with a resounding clang, and one of the belts holding her chest-plate to her already dangled loose. It slid down slightly, revealing a little more of the firm orbs they were constricting. Jack gasped when he realized the already large globes of the armour were actually constricting the real ones inside. The applause from the crowd was deafening when the armour finally came off entirely, massive breasts bouncing and shaking after being released from their imprisonment. The tips flowed freely from everyone, Jack included.

He suddenly felt her eyes on him specifically, staring down and narrowing. Jack's breath stopped in his throat as he looked at her. Even at the distance it was hard for his eyes to not be pulled down to gaze at her endowments. It made him blush even deeper than he already was. Was that a quirk of a smile visible at the corner of her mouth? Jack went dull with captivation for a moment and barely registered how she disappeared from the catwalk. The come-down was savage. Jack had completely lost what little interest in the other performers he had, despite their skill and beauty, Instead, all his mind could think of were the midnight-black scales and red eyes of the dragoness. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, but the drink he hadn't even remembered buying had gone flat. And then he heard the voice; warm and kind. "I thought I smelled another dragon when I came on-stage. You're a cute thing. Hard to believe you're old enough to get inside. Hoped nobody would notice?" Silence ruled as he looked across the table, seeing a familiar set of eyes looking down on him again. "I'm quite certain about the competence of our bouncers, though." She leaned forward, her breasts nearly resting on the table. Jack tried to form words in response, but managed none. He cursed himself for it. The dragoness laughed heartily. "I'll make it easy on you; just nod if you'd like a 'private' dance." There was a nod. "Follow me. Name's Carla, by the way." She turned around, her tail whooshing around and, for a brief moment, brushing past his cheek. Then the very tip curled as if beckoning him. It was like he was stuck in the haze of a dream.

The private room wasn't very large, but it didn't need to be. The chair in the middle was quite comfy, but it could've been the cheapest office-chair available and Jack wouldn't have cared. The dragoness stood tall in front of him, feasting her eyes on his form just as he had on hers. "You have a nice build under that jacket," eyeing his white-scaled chest. Jack cleared his throat. "Umm...you're not bad either. I'd honestly call it magnificent." Her eyes moved downwards shamelessly. Jack wanted to squeeze his legs together to hide it. Carla's red tongue emerged and licked her lips. "Hmm...definitely all grown up, it seems." She leaned forward again, teasingly dangling her assets in front of him, just out of reach. "Just sit back and enjoy the 'ride'."

Without giving him a chance to respond or ever digest her words, he felt her firm buttocks press against his jeans. Her weight pressed him into the chair and he fancied he could hear it strain. She moved her body like a snake, grinding and slithering against him smoothly. It was like she ran all over him like liquid. His fingers dug into the armrests; he knew the rules but had never imagined it'd be so difficult to resist. The dragoness stood up and turned around, letting her tail slide all the way between his legs and provoking a shiver so fierce even the chair resonated with it. Her talons were on his shoulder when she rounded on him, almost like a predator toying with prey before pouncing. The pounce never came, but Jack did gasp as she sat down on his lap and leaned forward. Calling Carla buxom would've been an understatement; his head fit comfortably between two soft pillows. It was warm and she smelled terrific; a scent of wild flowers travelled up his nostrils. His pants were getting so tight that it was painful, but he didn't care. He forgot himself and took a chance. His hands traced over her breasts, his fingertips feeling every detail of the tiny scales before finding her nipples. He heard her moan. It made him realise and his hands instantly disappeared. "I'm sorry! I know I shouldn't!" She leaned back with a grin, groping her breasts herself for a moment and jiggling them teasingly. "Yes, you're quite bad." Her eyes shot downwards again noticeably and lingered shamelessly. "Perhaps we can arrange something to call it even." Her talon pressed on the scales of his throat before she dragged it downwards, unzipping his vest and revealing his well-developed physique. Jack's breath shivered from the sensation. Carla growled in approval. "Good start." The sharp talons continued downwards, hissing on the fabric of his pants and undoing the button with a flick. Jack's cheeks felt like they were on fire as his pants were deftly undone, and even more when his erect member popped up shamelessly...and still he exhaled in relief now that the pressure was off. "And I rather like this, too." She grinned up at him and sat down on the carpeted floor between his feet, elegantly balancing herself on her large buttocks and bringing her feet up.

Jack pushed himself into the chair hard, his feet pressing on the floor hard in response. Her feet were soft, and skilled. Despite the savage talons, he didn't feel as much as a sting. She gently rolled his member between her feet, rubbing it along the full length and sometimes teasing the tip with a flick of one of her toes. Jack's hips started to move with her, moving against her feet just to try and feel more of it. The dragoness moaned in response, delighted by the tickle under her soles. She squeezed her feet together tighter and the changed her motions slightly, just to tease. And again. She held the underside of his shaft between her toes as she moved up-and-down its length. Jack's member was slicked and shiny with his own pre, making it slip smoothly and easily between her feet. She wouldn't let him get used to it. Stopping, changing the motions, pushing her legs out and pinning him against the chair. Carla winked at him, the light of one of her eyes extinguishing a brief moment before apparently flaring up even brighter. She waved, letting his eyes lock on to her hand, before tracing it downward on her body. It curved around her collarbone, traced its way over her breasts and flicked at her nipple. She shivered from head to toe and that made Jack shiver in turn. Her hand rose and massaged her breasts, kneading its shape before leaving it at gravity's mercy again. Her talons traced over her soft and smooth belly, and went ever further down. Jack felt himself lean forward for a good look, not noticing her toothy grin. It almost felt like disappointment when her fingers disappeared into a small set of panties that he hadn't even noticed before because of her black scales. At the same time, simply seeing her fingers move and circle underneath the fabric couldn't possibly be more enticing. Carla moaned between clenched teeth, her body sometimes flinching so hard in desire that it made her breasts jiggle. She pulled on the fabric of the panties, pulling it closer to her slit but never so much as to expose it. It made it worse even as her feet sliding across his member fired up his lust. And then she pulled away entirely, resisting a giggle at his whine of disappointment.

All of that faded when she gently slid off the tiny panties she was wearing. She sat on his lap again, positioned just right. "Don't be afraid to use your hands, cutie. You did it before once already, anyway." Jack wasn't anymore. He placed his hands on her firm buttocks and squeezed them together, letting his eager member slide between them. The feeling was overwhelming; she was buxom enough that her buttocks fit around his member completely, touching him everywhere. His breaths became faint snarls as he had to resist the urge to charge for the climax immediately, instead wanting to draw it out. Carla could sense it, and seemed to take devilish delight in provoking it by moving faster when Jack slowed down, or squeezing harder when he loosened. Her fingers found their way around her own body, teasing herself as she teased him. The feeling of his member sliding between her buttocks made her shiver and ache. She suddenly realised that this wouldn't fulfil her anymore at this point. Her pink folds were ready, gleaming with her own lubrication and her nipples showed her excitement plainly. With a bit of movement from her, Jack's member slid out just a little bit too far, and she plunged down before he could correct it. Jack gasped loudly as he slid into her, her inner heat overwhelming him but his instinct instantly latching on and making him thrust his hips. "Oh god, you feel so good." He reached around her, finding her swaying breasts and grabbing a hold of them. He relished in how their mass formed around his fingers and delighted in feeling her hard nipples against his palms. He didn't want it to stop as he thrust into her frantically, holding on to her tits as if for dear life. They tipped forwards, the dragoness leaning to the floor and her legs trembling, as Jack stood up while he kept thrusting into her tirelessly. Both their wings expanded in the throes of desire, flapping with the rhythm. Their lubrication mixed, dripping down along them and forming tiny spatters on the floor. As Carla swayed with the thrusts, her nipples brushed along the carpeted floor, forcing them into even harder nubs than they already were. The feeling made her tighten around Jack even more, her walls rhythmically contracting as if milking him.

She roared and clenched savagely, sending him into a strange haze unexpectedly and fully in turn. It was more instinct that kept him moving than active thought, so overwhelming was the feeling of pleasure. Even the sudden sensitivity of his throbbing member was lost in the delight. He kept pumping away at her hips, moved by his own lust. Neither had felt it at that time, even as a sticky, white liquid started to ooze from her pink folds. Carla's eyes widened as she realised, feeling the heat slowly drain out of her now that her climax started to fade along with Jack's motions. Her nostrils quivered as a particular, somewhat bitter scent reached her. "Uh oh..."