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D: The dragoness let off a soft sigh, the feral-fitting lab coat draped over her black hide clean and neat as she stood outside Sargon's office. Her green eye peered in the small window, she couldn't see him from this angle. The labtech really didn't want to do this, of all the people who could pull strings, this had to be the worst drake to go to. Tasha had mentioned in passing how she'd gotten her project started and it had made the big black a little squeamish. Unfortunately, three weeks of trying to get support on her own had gotten next to nowhere. Funding would run out by the end of the month and she didn't want to see all this hard work shelved. 'The things we do.' She sighed to herself, little packet of information in one paw and a soft knock to the door with the other.

S: Sargon looked over the reports in front him. He worked on the engineering side of the firm, actually putting the scientific findings to work. And quite a few projects reported to him. He rumbled annoyed, reading the figures from one of them. The blue drake always looked immaculate in his business suit. "I should never have approved this," he rumbled to himself with a huff of smoke from his nostrils. He looked up from a cloud of his own angry smoke to hear the rap on the door. "What?" he growled. And then he took a breath and said just a little more calmly. "Come."

D: He didn't sound exactly pleased and the dragoness considered making an excuse to come back later, but the more soothed, professional tone that came after gave her a push to nose in. She retained a rather somber look as the door opened and her black, angular head poked into view. "Busy?" Was a rather silly question, he was always busy, but it was an attempt to break the ice, or perhaps fire in his case. "Sorry, sorry-" She added with a nod, stepping in. "I was just wondering if you could look over my proposal soon." She sat, extending the folder with both paws with almost childish eagerness.

S: The blue dragon seemed to stop for a moment when he saw who it was. He was about to comment to her question of him being busy with something that was probably going to be sarcastic, but she moved along quickly, bringing her shapely form into his office. He didn't make any secret of letting his yellow, slitted eyes wander over the female. The drake never had any reservations about looking over females, even in the office environment. If that made them uncomfortable, that was there problem, as far as he was concerned. And he looked her over now. "You know I'm not the one you have to impress with your proposal, right? And Jameson has already told you no." He didn't take the folder from her.

D: "Yes, well..." She paused, retrieving her folder, trying to figure out how to word it. "I was hoping you might take a look and help me convince the board to take a greater interest in it. Tasha said you helped her so I figured, you know, maybe..." She stopped there, unable to tell if the look he gave her from mentioning Tasha was a good sign or a bad sign. The big black fidgeted a little, there was still a chance that this might go over well enough without resorting to the side barter.

S: Sargon's eyes shifted a little when she mentioned Tasha. And he looked at the black dragoness differently now. "No no. I didn't help Tasha," he said very slowly and flatly in a way which suggested that he did, but he isn't going to admit it. And she's not supposed to know about it. "Jameson changed his mind about that on his own after waking up with a brainstorm about what it could be used for." He said that part a little more normally. He sat back and peered at her. She was pretty. She was very pretty. But the blue dragon kept his stern expression.

D: "Ah... I see..." She fidgeted slightly, she knew what she'd need to do to get any headway with her project but it was still something she didn't relish doing. "Well, is there anything you think I could do to help Jameson come to a similar conclusion this time?" The mincing of words was left intentionally vague; like he, the lady 'ness was only implying there might be something behind her comment with enough of a hint to lead him on. Sargon was a brazen, ego driven drake that she had no love for... but he had what she needed.

S: "No," he said plainly. He got up, seemingly to usher her out of his office. But instead, he padded over to the windows. "I have no suggestions whatsoever." He carefully closed each of the blinds, and then locked the door. Once he was finished, he stepped back around his desk and sat down once more. "I'm willing to listen to whatever you might care to suggest," he said... letting the last trail off in a leading way... he clearly knew what she had in mind, but he was going to make her say it herself.

D: The lab lady was ready to skitter out of the office with her tail between her legs, the thought that she had been misled or completely off in her assumption suddenly occurring to her. But when he simply slid by her to reduce the number of possible onlookers, she found her heart racing even faster. Her mind was thumbing through all the possible outcomes, calculating the odds of success even as her muzzle spoke. "Well... I was thinking perhaps something /stimulating/ might help." The words were not spoke with ease or the casualness of someone who had experience with these 'under the desk' transactions but rather like someone less willing but more desperate. She still sat there, clinging to her folder, words and actions seemingly separate in her mind.

S: "Miss Dracasis, if you want to suck on my hemipenes, why don't you just say so?" he rumbled deadpan. He simply sat behind his desk, looking at her severely.

D: All the dirty little innuendos seemed to come crashing down on her, the pretty girl flinching slightly at the bluntness of his offer. 'Because that's not what I actually want.' She said to herself mentally. But negotiating had to start somewhere. Setting the folder down on the edge of his table, she kept a paw on it and slid it slightly in his direction. "If that would help the cause." She admitted, removing her paw. If he took the folder she'd take his hemipene. The lack of guarantee didn't help but the research was worth sucking the drake if he could get support behind her idea.

S: The blue dragon didn't say anything for several seconds, just sitting there, looking at her. He raised a fore paw and set it on the folder, drawing it a couple of inches closer to him, while with the other he made a gesture with a talon to suggest she come around his desk. Once she had, he rather casually turned his belly toward her and reached that paw down to unzip his bottoms while the other paw opened the folder. He started to read over her perspective project while he let out his thick grey hemipenes. He intentionally did not raise himself... she would have to stoop down near the floor.

D: It was enough to see her work finally being reviewed, even if it wasn't by someone who would make any of the final decisions. The scent of musky male hit her nose as his business suit was made to expose his less gentlemanly bits, but she didn't shy away from her task. She didn't relish the thought but it wouldn't be the first time she'd held a male in her muzzle. His posture gave her just enough room to reach her part of the deal but little else as she was forced to lay on her own flank and snake her neck between him and the desk to get at those long grey spires. He'd barely gotten to the second page before the distraction of having firm draconic lips slowly draw his bare right length into the warm wetness of a females muzzle would hit him. Slowly, inch by inch, she took him, that long forked tongue cradling his weighty girth as she fed it into her muzzle. It took a few minutes for her to adjust to the idea and position but it felt good to have his hemipenes free from the cramped confines of his business suit and, instead, stretched out luxuriously within the muzzle of a less-than-willing female.

S: Sargon closed his eyes when he first felt that snout against the end of one of his bare lengths and then take it inside those warm confines to be suckled upon. He took his time perusing what she had typed up. She'd put a lot of work into it... carefully agonizing over every sentence, clearly. All that really mattered, however, was what she was doing now. Or it would have, if he really had any influence over whether Jameson would accept her proposal. Jameson really had changed his mind on his own just like the blue dragon had told her. Sargon had, however, asked Tasha to suggest that sucking him off was how she'd done it to anyone who was interested. And that little trick was paying off, he thought, as the brainy black dragoness beneath his desk worked over his length. His toes splayed out on the carpet. He was getting close. "Keep going," he rumbled. "I'm nearly done... reading." His shaft was getting very hard in her maw as he neared release.

D: A simple muzzlejob would have sufficed but, still under the impression that getting the blue drake off would help her chances of success, she decided every little bit would help. Her tongue slid up along the underside, dragging pleasurably across that powerful vein and then rolled it up over the surface, curling around it in a pleasurably serpentine fashion. She couldn't really grip or grab in her current posture which made bouncing that pretty muzzle over the length of dragonflesh buried between her lips even more difficult. Pressing the grey spire against the roof of her maw, she pressurized her mouth and dragged him back to the tip before sucking him right back in. Having a muzzle full of sharp teeth work so hard to pleasure and protect that vulnerable shaft was just as good as getting the educated hen to rub her nose in his crotch willingly.

S: Sargon gripped the edge of the desk with both fore paws, starting to breathe hard now. Despite the awkward position he was putting her into, she was doing quite a good job giving him a very stimulating snout job... better than most of the scientists and engineers that he'd had under his desk so far at this firm. Of course, many of them were social rejects that had obviously never done anything like that before... this female, on the other hand, clearly had experience suckling on hemipenes like his. Any thoughts he was starting to have about how exactly she had acquired that experience dissolved away as he shuddered and his hemipene spat a pulse of his strong tasting cum into her maw. His fore paw went down now, pinning her head to the carpeted floor by her horns as he came into her mouth. Pulse after pulse of the blue dragon's cum spattered inside her jaws as he held her there... holding her still even seconds after he was done. Then finally he sat back. "Well now, it wouldn't be fair if I didn't return the favor. Let me lick your vent."

D: Her pursed wet lips held tight as the big male held her head down and muzzle up as the grey spire stiffened and jerked. She knew what was coming but that didn't stop it from being a bit surprising at the hot virility of the male draining his seed into her muzzle. Thick splatters of cum painted her inner maw as he came quite copiously, smearing his scent all over the female left sprawled beneath his desk. Even as distasteful as it was to be sucking the business drake off, she decided it would be rather rude to make a mess, her tongue funneling the thick sticky goo down her throat as she swallowed him and his load without complaint. By the time she was let up, her neck was sore but she didn't fuss. Of his offer to eat her out, she couldn't help but wonder at that; the favor was to help her get the board's ear no? Tasha hadn't mentioned going that far... still, if it would guarantee his help, it was worth letting his tongue rove over her nethers a bit. Sucking his shaft had certainly left the pretty girl a little warm as well so the idea didn't come across as all too bad an idea anyway. Standing and licking her lips clean, she gave him a curious look as to how this part of the 'deal' would go down.

S: Sargon watched her as she got up from servicing him. A bit of his cum was about to drip from the side of her chin onto his carpet, and he reached a claw over to sweep it up before it fell... and then held his digit there for her to lick clean rather casually. After that, when she just looked at him curiously. "Do you have a hearing problem?" he rumbled. Then he gestured toward his desk. "Lay over it and let me lick your vent. Now."

D: The big black couldn't help but huff slightly at his embarrassing comment. The situation was arousing certainly, but also dirty and strange. Still, she kept up the pretense, wrapping her lips around his talon and giving it a soft suck as he ordered her up over the desk. She complied without fussing, the big dragoness wiggling her way between the blue drake and his desk, moving anything of value out of the way of her sprawling body- her papers included. He was such a jerk some times... she thought coolingly, bunching her lab coat up around her midsection to give the other drake better access to her undertail. She couldn't reach the cotton pink panties from her current posture but it gave the large male a good view of her framed haunches and thick, shapely tail.

S: Sargon brushed his talon tip under her chin after she'd finished cleaning it. And then moved back just a little as she lay over his desk. He smiled toothily as she arched her tail and pulled up her lab coat. He knew she didn't like him, and she'd have never done any of this under normal circumstances... or even if she knew what the circumstances actually were, for that matter. But who was he to turn down free dragoness vent? He leaned his snout under her tail, breathing in against the shape of her vent beneath the thin pink panties. He nuzzled against the sheer fabric and then licked, rubbing over the cotton. It was a bit wet with her moisture... and he added to it with the moisture of his own saliva as he licked slowly once... twice... thrice... then suckled against the fabric until it was more wet still. He nuzzled it once more, and then hooked a talon to pull it to the side... revealing the scientific girl's bare vent. He pushed his snout tip against it, nuzzling her netherlips this way and then that before running his tongue over them directly.

D: Rrft... Her hind quarters edged forward some, pressing against the desk as his tongue grazed her protected vent, relaxing a little as he continue to rub his own oral organ against her covered gender. She let off a soft hiss, glancing over her back as he pulled her undergarments to the side just enough to expose her warm, sensual bits. She couldn't see what he was doing but she could certainly feel it as a tongue easily as experienced as her own washed over her unprotected gender, cleaning off her fluids as he explored the pretty girl. Her foreclaws gripped the far edge of the desk tightly as he nuzzled against her pink nether lips, spreading them with his snout before glazing that silver tongue along the length of her folds. She hadn't expected it to feel good, but then again, logically, it should no? The black muzzle let off a cum scented exhale before taking in a long deep breath, holding it to help calm her nerves.

S: He took his time eating her out. His next meeting wasn't going to be for another couple of hours yet. So he worked that vent over thoroughly. It started with very purposefully just brushing along the surface, only teasing toward the inside. But every few minutes that passed, he worked in a little deeper, and then a little deeper still. His snout kissed her vent and he suckled against it as his forked tongue probed inside, tines spread wide to pull her channel wide internally. If she flinches away at any point, his fore paw will grip her haunches and hold her still for him. Her vent is his play thing. And he'll taste it all he wants. Finally, with a last lingering lick, he drew his snout back and rubbed moisture from the tip of it. Quite a bit had built up in the space between his nostrils. "Are you on any kind of birth control?"

D: It wasn't a flinch so much as a jerk of unexpected pleasure as the big girl was brought to the very edge on several occasions and left shivering to come down from her high. Her tail was bolt up, held exhaustingly out of the way as he worked her over from side to side, rubbing his nose into her breeding ground, thoroughly enjoying himself. The question was as unnecessary as her trip to his office with the hot rich scent of her permeating his every breath but it made her response all the more amusing. "I don't have a mate so- wait, why?" She perked up. He could feel her muscles tense beneath his paws, those fine haunches seemingly so vulnerable right now.

S: Sargon didn't answer her question. At least not verbally. As the point of his question had rolled through her mind, she'd concentrated on it so much that she hadn't seemed to notice him rising behind her. His fore paws gripped her haunches as he stepped behind her hind paws. His answer then came even as she was saying "...why?"... and his bare, unspent left hemipene started sinking into her. He paused a moment half way in to pull her panties more to the side and out of the way again so they wouldn't chafe him. And then he pushed in fully. He nibbled along her ear and then licked along the edge, knowing that in her current aroused state... even as much as she didn't like him and wouldn't have wanted this... it's going to be hard indeed for her to say no.

D: Her head twisted back just in time to find his snout beside it, nibbling at her like there was nothing amiss while his fat flesh found purchase against those ripe pussy lips and wedged right in, making himself at home within the lovely lady. The word 'wait' became a garble groan as her undergarment was tugged fully to the side giving the big male complete access to her unprotected sex, his hips coming up flush with her own in one lewd grunt. The thick black tail which offered the only measure of protection from the horny drake was shoved effortlessly up out of the way as the other grey spire stretched out deep inside another set of lips. The hot wet heat of her vent squeezed around his bare flesh as he opened her up. Her heart was hammering, a heatwave flushed through her form as she felt herself pinned between the desk and that impressive spear of flesh reaching deep inside the trembling dragoness.

S: She came to my office and offered me a snout job. She never said no when I ate her out. And she never said no before or after I started fucking her. How much intent do you want? It wasn't even my idea! How could it be rape? He chortled to himself. What's she going to do? Explain to the police that it was nonconsensual because she'd gotten a belly full of eggs out of it rather than the project approval she wanted? The thoughts amused him as he rocked against her, pumping that bare shaft inside that not quite willing vent. Something about that part made it feel even better to him. He'd been boning Tasha in the copy room for weeks now, and it wasn't as good as this. He huffed as he felt himself getting close. He huffed in her ear, "Almost there..." he rumbled in her ear. "Your approval is coming..."

D: The first draw out made her tremble, the second press in made her muscles tense, the second draw out came with a thin trail of her slippery fluid. Gawd it felt good. Within minutes she'd nearly forgotten about anything other than having her vent nailed, her body ready to cum at any moment. At least until she hear his huff- oh right. He seemed completely oblivious to anything but the bare vent he was pistoning in and out of, his weight laid against her back as his hips slid his long grey hemipene in and out between those fine haunches, working his shaft all along her slickened folds. And just as she was about to push up and back, his words stung in both ways. She hesitated, that muscular vent tense and tight as the blue drake used it for all it was worth, riding the hen as his peek grew ever closer. Her hesitation grew even longer as she felt a blossom of pleasure burst out from between her legs, the poor girl a sprawled, uncertain mess of powerful and pleasurable contractions.

S: Sargon had felt her get far into it as he pistoned inside her. He could tell she'd forgotten about things like responsibilities and science and been reduced to nothing more than a breeding hen. He reminded her on purpose just as they were both close specifically to get the reaction out of her that came now. As if suddenly realizing she was really having a breeding session here on a desk. Her felt her orgasm force itself past the confused higher functions of her mind and he rode it... pumping into her as she squeezed down... and started his own orgasm. The one that counts. Hot seed shot deep into her, pulse after pulse of it. Surrounding her waiting eggs in the sperm of a male she didn't like... each being penetrated to start new life she wasn't going to want. But he knew she would lay them and raise them anyway, despite that tarnish. And he smiled toothily from ear fin to ear fin as he pumped his seed into her until it was drooling down the side of his desk and her inner thighs.

D: She'd experienced the pure virility of this drake first paw not long ago, her muzzle still sore and scented as he made good use of her undertail, shoving thick sticky globs of his semen deep inside where it could do the most damage. As a woman of science it was even more vivid for her as she felt the thick spurts of seed splatter against the back of her tunnel, knowing full well every dirty little aspect that was happening now as the big drake painted her undertail with his brood, soaking that deliciously vulnerable vent with spurt after spurt, holding himself in deep even if the copious amounts of cum was a little more liberal about which parts of her body they coated- the excess dribbling down the inner curve of those nice wide hips of hers. She let off a soft grunt as she came down from her high. He could plainly read the realization on her face, her justification in the assistance he would render a moot point though she clung to it like the sperm that clung to her unprotected eggs.