This particular local lord certainly knew how to live well. From his aerial viewpoint, Gorgonzormu could see the estate's land stretching out in all directions to encompass the fields and forests around it within its walls and fences. The manor house was grand and elegant, especially for someone of such relatively minor standing by the standards of nobles, but it had to be the multiple statues of the lord himself dotted around the premises that really told Gorgonzormu the kind of inflated ego he was dealing with.

Still, business was business. The traveling cheesemonger dragon began to descend, the large satchel attached to the harness on his body holding his cargo safely and securely: a full selection of his finest cheeses of all the types he had to offer. From the Apexis Asiago to the Silithus Swiss and everything in between, all carefully bundled up for the flight.

Circling around as he flew lower, he eventually landed outside of the back of the manor in the empty, grassy space there, sitting on his haunches as regally as he could manage. He was an adult dragon after all, and towered over most others even seated. Meeting with nobility demanded he look his best, and he did. His dark yellow scales were pristine; his black, ridged horns polished; his tail curled to his side elegantly; and for good measure as he saw people coming out from the house, he fanned his wings out slightly and extended the crest running down the front of his chest.

Flanked by armored guards, the ostentatious human lord who owned the manor was hurrying over, balding and wearing excessive amounts of equally gaudy jewelry, matched by the current hideous-but-fashionable clothing nobles seemed to enjoy. Gorgonzormu stoically endured the assault on his eyes and lowered his head as the group approached him.

"Your lordship, I have brought-" he began, only to be cut off.

"Yes, yes, splendid, splendid. This will be sure to delight the guests for the upcoming feast," the noble began, paying very little attention to the dragon himself. Patiently, Gorgonzormu waited as the self-congratulatory speech continued about how impressed the guests would be and how his stature would rise, though after the third minute the dragon began drumming his claws on the grass, and after the fifth idly began picking divots out of the dirt. If any of the guards noticed, they didn't seem to care either.

At last, the deluge of words came to an end, and Gorgonzormu took advantage of the momentary silence. "Your lordship, they should be stored properly to ensure their freshness," he reminded his client, mostly to move things along.

"Ah, yes, yes, put them in the storage shed over there, if you please," the lord instructed, gesturing with a jewelry-laden hand towards a large building adjacent to the house. "Then we can both be on our way, I have many important matters to attend to."

Gorgonzormu doubted that, but kept the speculation to himself. "As to the matter of payment..."

"Pish-posh!" the noble interrupted. "Do not bother me with such trifles. I will be making sure everyone at the feast knows who made these. Such exposure is worth more than any amount of coin!"

The dragon's brow furrowed and he gave a rumble. "I do not-"

"Do hurry up, the air around here is quite... pungent," the noble went on, ignoring Gorgonzormu. "I have guests arriving later and the staff have many preparations to make that I must oversee!" Without waiting for a reply he spun on his heel and began marching back to the manor, leaving Gorgonzormu behind.

For a moment the dragon sat in stunned silence, amazed that anyone had the audacity to treat a dragon in such a fashion. Standing up, he contemplated simply flying off, taking his cheese with him, but instead began walking over towards the storage shed. No, he had a much better idea in mind.

Calling it a "shed" was rather underselling it. Perhaps it had been a stable or carriage house at one point before being converted, as it had large double doors at the front big enough even for Gorgonzormu to fit through – if he crouched down low enough, at least. The doors were currently left open, though there was a chain and padlock on the right door that could presumably be used to secure it at night. Carefully maneuvering through the doors so as to avoid making noise, he looked around the interior to make sure that there were no other servants or guards around, but he was alone. Perhaps they were all busy with the lord's "preparations"...

Most of what was stored in the shed was in barrels or crates, offering the dragon little insight into what else was in there. Off to one side were bags of potatoes and other vegetables, shelves of wine, and other things that normally would be kept underground, but the climate here was far too wet for a cellar.

Approaching the foods, Gorgonzormu unhitched the satchel from the flight harness and tipped its contents out onto the floor, sending packaged blocks and large wheels of cheese tumbling out into an approximate pile. Presentation would hardly matter considering what he was about to do, so he grabbed many of the bigger ones and tore the wrappings off of them with quick motions of his large claws. With his forelegs and tail he swept some of the more scattered cheeses back towards the pile, feeling a twinge of remorse for having to sully his own work in such a fashion... yet it was still preferable to letting that insufferable snob simply have it for free.

After fastening the now-empty satchel onto his harness again, Gorgonzormu stood up, turned to the side, and raised his right rear leg up high, turning his head to watch. On his underside between his rear legs, the slit in his scales was parted from within by his emerging cock as it slid out and into the open, the slick pink length thick at the base and tapering off to a pointed tip. Holding his position, he aimed his prehensile shaft towards the disorganized pile of cheese and relaxed his muscles, giving a deep, rumbling sigh as he did.

It had been a long flight, after all, and his bladder was on the fuller side. A powerful jet of hot urine gushed from the tip of his cock and arched through the air towards the cheeses, breaking up into droplets before raining down onto them. Rinds began to glisten as dragon piss poured over them, the yellow fluid accumulated in the holes on the sides of some cheeses, and the cheeses still in their stiff paper wrappings were soaked nonetheless, the deluge of pee rustling the wrappings loudly.

Bending his cock a little lower to direct his stream towards the front of the pile, it now struck whatever cheese he was aiming at directly and with much more force. Combined with the heat of the dragon's urine it began to melt whatever cheese he focused on, and a smirk crossed his face as he saw slices and blocks losing their shape and deforming whether they were wrapped up or not. The excess piss ran off the sides of the cheese and down into the pile, warming and melting the deeper parts of it that he couldn't spray directly. It was such a waste, and yet, teaching that puffed-up noble a lesson was worth it...

Intent on not leaving a single cheese in an edible state, Gorgonzormu began twisting and bending his prehensile cock back and forth. Droplets and brief streams of piss splashed all over the pile of cheeses and the floor around them, and he even aimed high on occasion to send an arch up and over the pile to splash the back of it too. The more he drenched them in hot, golden dragon urine, the more they melted, with the ones at the bottom of the pile getting squished by the weight of all the cheeses above them. Not only were they going to be utterly inedible but it would be an ordeal to clean them up off the floor, a thought that made him smirk and flick his cocktip around to spray wildly with what remained in his bladder until he finally ran dry.

Lowering his leg, he cast a satisfied gaze over the pile of ruined cheese. None of it had escaped unscathed, with even the wrapped ones melted by the heat – not to mention that the wrapping was only meant to keep out ambient moisture, not such a direct liquid assault. The rinds on some soft-centered cheeses had ruptured and were spilling their contents, and all of them were utterly drenched in dragon piss, some still dripping. He had to admit that the whole thing had gotten him quite aroused, and he felt his cock twitching in the open air needily.

At first he thought to make his escape and then take care of that, but as he turned to leave, he spotted a single cheese that had escaped destruction: a large wheel of Redridge Camembert. It had rolled to the side and he had missed it when gathering the cheeses up initially. Certainly a fine enough specimen, with a tough rind that held a creamy interior, and while at first he thought to simply stuff it into the pile with the rest, a better idea came to mind as his amorous desires flared.

With a single claw he punched a hole in the outer edge of the cheese rind, exposing the much softer inside. Then, turning to sit on his haunches facing the rest of his delivery, he held the camembert between his legs and guided his cocktip into it, bending the prehensile length to slip inside without spilling and of the gooey contents. A huff escaped him at the sensation; it was just thick enough to provide some resistance while still easily shunted aside by his penetrating shaft. Tugging the cheese closer to his loins, he plunged his entire length into it; though it wasn't long enough for him to keep his cock straight, he simply let it bend within the creamy interior.

Keeping a firm yet careful grip, Gorgonzormu began pulling the cheese up off his cock and then back down again, his tapered member stuffing most of the gooey insides back in before they could leak out much. Soft cheese covered his shaft and he snorted in pleasure, gritting his teeth as he focused on not making too much noise and drawing attention to himself. At first he went slow, keeping his cock wedged deeply within the cheese at the end of each motion to minimize the spillage, but he gradually sped up his motions and felt the pleasure intensify along with them.

Over and over he plunged his length into the cheese with a thick wet sound, his breaths coming more heavily as he savored the moment. It wasn't ideal and certainly didn't compare to the insides of a dragoness, but it was still far more effective than he would have expected, and the way the thick, creamy cheese surrounded his twisting shaft no matter how it bent or moved was unique. His own precum was joining the mix as he rocked his hips slightly, grunting from effort and huffing in pleasure, and as he quickened his motions he made more of a mess, scattering some cheese onto the floor below him, not that he particularly cared.

Feeling his peak approaching, he continued to fill the cheese with dragon meat, his shaft throbbing within the sticky, gooey interior, each pulse shooting a little more of his pre from the tip. Keeping his jaws shut tight, he rumbled deeply and closed his eyes shut when he hit his orgasm, firing thick, heavy bursts of hot, potent dragon seed on every throb of his member. He shuddered heavily in pleasure, his wings rustling and his tail sweeping across the floor, as he continued to pump the rind of the cheese full of his own cream, grinding up against it to keep its contents within.

It was, however, only a cheese rind, and couldn't possibly handle the full might of a dragon's orgasm for long. His load caused the rind to burst open when it could take no more, and a mixture of pearly dragon semen and sticky soft cheese splattered onto the floor in front of him. Throwing the remnants of the rind to the floor, Gorgonzormu savored the remainder of his climax as he shot the rest of his seed across the pile of cheeses, leaving him breathing heavily in the wake of his peak.

After taking a few moments to recover and savor his afterglow, he reached out for the cloth covering of a nearby box and ripped it off, using it to clean the sticky mess off of his cock before allowing it to retract into his slit. Tossing the cloth aside, he double-checked that his harness and the empty satchel were secure, and made his way back out through the door to leave. His delivery was going to be memorable for someone, that was for sure.
