Playing a Game of Old Maid (Commission for Steel)

Story by The Wizened Raconteur on SoFurry

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#3 of Commissions

Ok Steel my friend. I hope this is a suitable twist for your character. Hope you enjoy. And here's to your quick recovery!


Stilkur (Steel) was pacing outside the caves that made up the council chambers of the ruling dragons. While there wasn't much of anything they could do to him for his constant breaking of the rules, he was still rather nervous about this subpoena. His great aunt was on the council, and she was known for not having much of a sense of humor, especially when it came to family.

When he was called into the main chamber, sure enough, the only dragon inside was his Aunt Sevelia. She was sitting there all impressive in her massive frame. She was old, and as dragons aged, they grew larger and larger. She was easily twice his mass if not more.

He noted the long whiskers, still vibrant red after the passing of so many years. Her eyes were bright, her scales were hard, and as he was soon to find out, her mind was razor sharp.

"Grand nephew!" her voiced boomed. A rock or two fell from the igneous material that made up the mountain.

"Great Aunt Sevelia," he said, bowing.

"Oh cut the formal shit you little trouble maker. We need to talk."

He felt his heart drop. There were few things he couldn't get away with, or get away from, but one did not simply ignore a summons from the council, nor one's relatives. When one's relative was on the council, you made sure to be there early. He already knew why he was here, and didn't really want to discuss it with her. Like he had a choice.

"Yes oh Great..."

"I said shut up. Do you know how many complaints this council has heard over the past few months concerning your sexual activity?"

"No."

She did the calculation in her head. "Three hundred and seventy four."

He was a little too cocky for his own good. "Is that all?" Then he added too much sass to his already tart reply. "And I don't suppose a single one of those was filed by the females involved?"

The matriarchal dragon stood. Her eyes glowed. "Look here grandnephew. Just because you are invulnerable to harm does not give you the right to be so free with another dragon's partner, even if they approve of your abilities. We are free from many of the rules lesser beings impose on themselves, but we still have rules.

"Rules? What are they to me?"

"Apparently nothing. Take for example your cousin...my grand niece."

He gulped. "You heard about that?"

"I hear everything young dragon. Do you know what it takes to sit up here? Of course you don't. So let me tell you. I was chosen early on, younger than you are now. I was taught different things than the rest of my peers. When the time came, I was placed on the council, and here I have served ever since. I gave up many things for the sake of dragon kind. Now, at the end of it all, I am stuck in the council chambers chastising my own kin. Can you think of anything more embarrassing?"

He thought of a few, but kept his mouth shut.

"So as my last duty as lead councilor, I must find a fitting punishment for you. It has not been easy. After all, how does one frighten a dragon that is impervious to attack? One who can't be caught if he should feel so inclined?"

"Indeed aunt, how does one punish me for something that wasn't my fault?"

"Oh you poor little baby!" Her tone was mocking. "How many dragons have died in the service of their kind? And you lived! How terrible!" Her eyes were glowing red again.

"Whatever. Dole out my punishment and let's get this over with."

"Hmmm. You're in such a hurry. Will you abide by whatever punishment I lay upon you?"

He knew the rules. He had to say yes or suffer expulsion from the colony. While they couldn't really do anything to him, it would cramp his style if he had to live elsewhere. "Yes."

"Good. So grand nephew, allow me to tell you one more little story. You may think that this is an easy job. It's not. Do you know why I never partnered?"

He was going to say something unpleasant, but thought better of it. "No."

"Because the job dictates it. All of us on the council gave up our possible happiness and futures to devote our time solely to keeping our specie alive. It has been that way for generations."

"So?"

"So today I am finally stepping down to make room for someone younger."

He gulped. "Not me?"

She laughed. "Hell no! You wouldn't be worth a mountain of cow carcasses to the dragon cause. No offense, but you are too self absorbed and egotistical to serve. No, there is another taking my place. But that has nothing to do with you."

He was getting confused. "So why am I here again?"

"Because once I step down, I can have a real life again. I may be old, but I'm not dead yet. So I find myself in an interesting predicament. Old dragon males lose their fire, but you, you have plenty. I think it's time I found out what I've been missing. So as the last of my orders as head of the council, I hereby order you to act as the chief concubine to me."

He immediately freaked out. He found every reason in the book that they couldn't do that but none of them escaped his mouth. He finally said, "But we're related!"

"And so was your cousin... remember? That didn't stop you, so why should it stop me? As a concubine, you are now forced to service only me until such time as I release you, or until I die. So, if you're as good as all the ladies claim, I'd say your only bet is to screw me until my heart gives out. I've waited a long time to find out about the pleasure of the flesh. It seems you're the perfect dragon to show me the ropes. It'll be nice to learn something new that doesn't require me passing an edict to correct it."

He found himself in a sticky situation. He was under orders to screw his great aunt, passed down by his great aunt and quite enforceable by her. Until he was released, he was required to partner only with her. She wasn't ugly, not by any means, but she was a few generations older. True, many of the lady dragons he had bedded were older, but not that old. In fact, he wasn't sure there was an older dragon living. Sevelia was the most famous dragon around, outside of himself. He couldn't just say no. But he didn't want to say yes.

"How long will it take to kill you?"

"How good are you at what you do?"

"I haven't killed anyone yet."

"Then I guess you'll have plenty of time to try. I look forward to it."

He was maneuvering around to escape back out the chamber doors when he heard them slam shut. He whipped around to see a cool blue glow run around the edges. It was a spell used to seal the chambers during deliberations. His eyes went wide with fear.

"What's the matter young one? Did you think I wouldn't know of your propensity for ignoring the rules? You see, the only way you get out is through me, and I'm not letting you go until I get what I want. In that way, we're a lot alike."

"Uh, I'm not sure I want to do this."

"I know," she said with an evil grin. "Here is something that you may have to do, despite your abilities to normally escape such awkward problems. Trust me, I can think of worse punishments. For now, this will take you out of circulation and that will assuage the males. In the meantime, I get to see if the reports of your prowess are exaggerated or not. Personally, I think you're abilities are overrated and blown out of proportion."

She was a sly one, for suddenly he found he had something to prove. No one questioned his abilities, not even this old aunt of his. If she wanted to find out, he'd show her!

"So Sevelia... You're still a virgin after all these years?"

"Didn't I already say that?"

"No, you merely implied it."

"You do catch on. But yes, alas, I took my job seriously. I could hardly afford to become with egg while a councilor. Now that's hardly a problem. Those days are behind me now. So the hole has remained untouched for decades. I'd think that would interest you."

He was beginning to look at her in a different light. If one could get past the fact that she was quite old and the fact that she was a relative, she had possibilities.

"You know, I guess this might not be so bad after all. Besides, I don't have to kill you to be free."

"Oh no?"

"No. I just have to be so good you can't take anymore. Al I need to do is to do my job so well you'll want to get rid of me!"

"Sounds intriguing. Shall we begin?"

The bigger dragoness rolled over on her side, showing her underbelly. The scales were still as black as black, edged with greens and blues. He looked for her slit and saw nothing. He was beginning to wonder if it had shut completely over the years. He was suddenly excited. This might be the tightest hole in the highlands!

He approached her now with less awe of her age and station and more of her untapped sexuality. Dragons didn't really get old like a lot of animals. They didn't get decrepit and weak, just larger and wiser. And, from the looks of her hole, or lack thereof, they got tighter and tighter.

He was still leery of her, half expecting a trap of some sort. It wasn't like they could do anything to him, but still... There was no harm in approaching this rather unsettling scene with some caution.

The old dragoness laughed silently to herself. She knew he was suspicious. Good. There were few ways of getting through to the young hotshot. Ever since his run-in with that wizard, he had been headstrong and wild. Let him worry a little bit before he figured out she was on the level. She hadn't lied a bit. She had resigned and the last task she had decreed was in getting him to fly right. No one was going to argue with her how she managed to do it.

"What's the matter young one? Are you afraid of an old dragoness such as myself?"

That spiked his ire. "I'm not afraid of anything!"

"Oh I think you are! You're afraid of performing with someone who isn't in awe of you. I know your reputation; so perform! I figure if I'm going to experience a little fun in my waning years, it might as well be from the best!"

She was a wise old dragon. She knew that nothing physical could deter him, but a barrage of psychological attacks just might throw him off guard. She was right. She hadn't been the only female dragon on the council for the past sixty decades without having learned how to deal with males. Hit them in their ego.

He was still sizing her up. He found he was suddenly worried about messing up. He didn't like being under pressure, and damn if she wasn't putting him under enough to press coal into diamonds. More than ever he wanted out of the chambers. He turned to look at the doors again, and when he turned back she was in front of him. Her left forearm lashed out and her huge talons wrapped themselves around his neck.

"You know little one, I've found out a few things in all my years of living. One of them is, when you're denied oxygen, your body responds in strange ways. I would never be so careless as to try this with anyone else, but since you can't seem to die, I think you're the perfect candidate." She applied pressure to his neck. He found himself panicking. No one dared to handle him this way! Fight though he did, his strength was no match for hers. He felt himself getting dizzy and disoriented. Then, to his embarrassment, he found himself getting a rise in his crotch.

"Ahh, there's that fable organ!" She hoisted him up and sniffed his cock. She got an evil grin and lashed out with her tongue. He would have groaned but his airway was presently closed off. She wrapped her tongue around it like a snake and then pulled it back. It was like a long wet silk rope being drawn across his sensitive skin.

She smiled again and dropped him on the floor. "I see you're perfectly capable of functioning. Time to put that thing to use."

She lay on her back again and using the tips of her talons worked open her slit. The red flesh hidden underneath crept into view as she applied pressure. The look of determination on her face was almost frightening. He was still gasping for breath, but his eyes were riveted on that opening. He just had to get into that hole!

He sucked in air until his head cleared a little. Without further ado he climbed up, and as she held her slit open, he pushed in. His eyes rolled back in his head at the feeling. And he was only in just past the tip! Throwing caution to the wind, he grabbed her and applied himself to pushing in. It suddenly didn't matter if she was his elder, or that she was blood kin. She was the tightest hole he had had in a dragon, including his little cousin, and that was saying something.

Part of the new found charm in this hole was that it didn't simply stretch. It had gotten a bit tough over all of those years. It was still wet, but the elasticity that was necessary to have when bearing eggs was no longer needed. He drilled in with as much force as he could muster. Considering the length of his cock, this was going to take a while. It ended up being their foreplay.

She fell back onto her side before rolling onto her spine. She was focusing on the feeling of something penetrating her body for the very first time. They say that dragons have soft spots in their armor, but the tales never really tell it as it is. A spear in the right spot can...do wonders!

She allowed him to scrabble to get a solid grip on her much larger body. She smiled at how suddenly desperate he seemed to get into this old body of hers. She allowed him to work himself in, but she soon grew bored with his inability to get sufficient purchase on her scales.

He felt two massive paws on his backside. He froze, not knowing what she was up to. All at once, her felt enough pressure there to snap an oak tree in half. She pushed his body, driving his cock in to the hilt. His eyes rolled back in his skull.

Her internal heat was extraordinary. He would have been content to just stay there, unmoving for a few minutes, reveling in that sexual furnace. But those strong paws were pulling him back out again. He cried out in dismay, only to find himself being shoved back in again. He found that he was no longer in charge of this encounter, assuming he ever had been. She was using him to scratch an itch that had been growing for more years than he existed. It was no bad thing.

With a force that could break rocks, she was slamming him in and pulling him out in rapid succession. He decided to forego his dignity in lieu of the incredible sensation that was rapidly spreading across his body. True, his neck was nearly breaking for the repeated impacts, but as he couldn't seem to die, he had little to worry about.

Still, his ego argued that as the male, he should be in charge. He fought to get his limbs loose. When he did, he hooked his talons into the edges of her scales and braced himself. She let go of him, and with a wink and a growl, told him, "Ok hot shot; show me your stuff!"

He concentrated on the feeling he was getting down below and ignored the fact that she was bigger, older and smarter than he was. Right now, he was the stud, and she was his prize. There was no one better than he for leagues and leagues and he knew it.

His strength, while not so much as hers, was still enough to tear a cow or a human to shreds without even trying. Therefore, his hold on her scales was not in the least bit weak. His body now had the capacity of a pile driver. He was using it to drive his cock in hard and deep. Somewhere in the back of his head he was thinking that this was punishment for her. He didn't like to be questioned or reprimanded.

She only laughed internally as he pounded away. It was all the better for her that he was so worked up. He had mentioned getting out of this situation by either satisfying her or having her die from delight. She was now content to lay back and let him do the work. Youngsters were so impressionable! She had nothing to prove... He did.

She had to admit, from the nerve endings coming to life deep inside her, she was beginning to regret her years on the council. She had no idea what she had given up until now. She could feel a new fire igniting in her depths, one that had nothing to do with flame and cinder. Then, without warning, she felt something else. Her hole tightened and suddenly his motions were threatening to tear her apart.

He felt it to. Thankfully, he stopped and looked her in the eye. "How did you do that?"

"ME! I'll have you know I did nothing!"

"It has to be you. Your hole just clenched shut like a purse." He wiggled a little. "See, I can't even get loose!"

The big dragoness sighed. "This isn't good."

"I don't know. It's something different!" He went back to working away, now limited in his motion by their connecting point.

"Look you stupid idiot. Not all dragons are the same. I'm surprised you haven't encountered this before. This is the breeding lock. It's like what the wolves have."

"I know that! Can't you feel the ridges on my cock? This is somehow different, but it feels great!"

She sighed, sending out a cloud of smoke. "Yes, it does feel very nice. But what I'm talking about is in the females. The ring of muscle around the opening contracts, trapping the male until breeding is done."

His eyes went wide. "But you're too old to breed!"

"We can only hope so. In the meantime, we are still stuck together until my body decides we are done."

Mentioning breeding make him a little spooked. He had been careful and in no small part lucky up to this point. But if what she said was true, he was now at risk on breaking a draconic rule - no breeding among bloodlines. She had to be too old... she just had to be.

He went a little crazy trying to get loose. He was ignoring the discomfort of trying to pull loose in his attempts to get free. She was soon laying there with her eyes rolled back in her head as her body was overloaded with a flood of feelings completely new to her. They were soon consuming her body in a wave of heat that traveled her torso from end to end.

His struggles were becoming her path to sexual release. It almost reminded her of the joy of hunting, and watching your prey fight for life. He was fighting to get loose, and in the process was making this whole situation so much better. She was sure he never put this much effort into sex even once in the past.

Stilkur was now beating his wings furiously, trying to pull out. After a few minutes he collapsed against her belly. "What's the matter young one? Are you exhausted already?"

"Shut up! This isn't funny!"

"Why? Don't you want a clutch of eggs by the mighty Sevelia?"

"That's not even remotely amusing!"

"Oh do shut up and keep going. We have as much time as we want, and I don't know about you, but I could stay here until I die!"

He mumbled something before his voice trailed off. That ring that was keeping them together was squeezing even tighter. It was so tight in fact that it made his cousin's hole seem like a gaping cave. The base of his cock was being constricted, forcing the blood to remain inside it. Since blood was still flowing to it, it was growing in size and was beginning to get uncomfortable.

She noticed and grinned. "If you keep going like this, you'll split my seams."

He locked his claws into her scales again and pushed in. He only made the barest of movements. But as he applied himself to his task, he found that he was able to achieve more and more movement, despite the tightness of her hole. Finally, he was able to feel that he was sliding along in a more reasonable fashion. His worry left him and he applied himself to blowing his load. The sooner he was done, the better he would feel.

The skin of his cock was stretched to its limits as he pounded away, now intent of getting off and pulling out. The problem was; he just couldn't do it. He was beginning to feel the ache in his muscles, and after a while, he lost track of time. His wad was just sitting there, ready to go but for some reason unmoving.

Then he felt it. It was an earthquake, only it was coming from his great aunt's body. She was tightening up, this time in a different way. In fact, that ring relaxed, allowing him full movement. His "knot" was locked in place, but the rest of him could now slide easily. He took advantage of it while he could.

He went a little crazy. A normal dragoness would have bellowed and spit at this abuse but not this old girl. She sunk her claws into the rock and arched her body into his. In fact, she nearly knocked his head on the ceiling. It was probable he wouldn't have noticed. Whereas the ring was loosening up, the rest of this incredibly hot tunnel was constricting along the entire length.

He was working harder and harder to release. She was enjoying every minute of it until her body was sudden wracked with spasms. It was her first orgasm, and it came like an avalanche. Her talons tore chunks of granite from the floor and his cock sent shivers to every nerve in her body. Each forcible passage of the now overly engorged piece of his fire-red meat was causing her to lose control. For someone who had spent their entire life in control, this was an unexpected bonus.

Stilkur could feel her tremble and shake, and finally was able to loosen up enough to start his own orgasm. With a roar he let loose and pounded away, reveling in the heat of the moment. He totally forgot about who she was and literally went into a frenzy of thrusts. With his last bit of energy he blew deep inside, filling her up before he collapsed on top of her. Smoke was pouring out his nostrils and collected along the ceiling.

He woke up a while later. He could feel someone stroking his back. It was Sevelia. She felt him stir.

"Well, I'll give you this grand nephew. I now know why the ladies haven't complained. Take as much time as you need to recover. When you do, we're going to start from the beginning again. I think there are a few things I'd like to try."

His rolled his eyes and wisely said nothing. He would screw her until she died if he had to, but he hoped that day was a long ways off.