“Serena. Hey, it’s time to wake up.” Like a spell spoken, the deep tone of a proud dragon pierced through the shapely sergal’s sleep addled mind. Eyes flicking open, consciousness returning in gradual waves of awareness as the chestnut furred woman groaned while stretching her limbs out. A pang and tense came, as her muscles moved and her insides clamped down on the nearly twenty inches of dragon cock impaling her ass. With her core finding an immovable pillar that refused to move with her, the member instead shaping her guts, Serena’s stretch became limited to her arms and legs.

But even that was moderately difficult while Kieran’s big form possessively snuggled her from behind. Arms tight against her torso, hands digging big palms into her juicy tits, while a leg lay draped over hers to keep her hips in place to allow Kieran to remain balls deep all night. Being seven feet tall, the man was certainly able to give her a lot, even with the sergal being over six feet herself. She gave a tired moan as the dragon gave her large breasts as squeeze and sent a flex through his shaft that felt like it shifted her entire digestive tract.

“Wakey-wakey.” Came the gentle bassy tone, teasing both her body and heart.

Serena did her best to curl up tighter while in his strong grasp, pushing her hips back against the monster pillar lodged under her tail. “Five more minutes…”

Another deep flex through her intestines brought a gasp as the dragon’s deft fingers moved to instead take her nipples between them. A quick but gentle tug was given before slowly rolling them between his index and thumb. Serena was already breathing heavier, a shaky sigh of sensation billowing out of her angular snout.

A played up impatient huff left the dragon’s sharp visage as it lay above her head. “Come now, pet. I’m expecting my morning blowjob.” When the womanly sergal’s only response was another weak mumble amid her flushed cheeks, Kieran craned his head forward to nibble on one of her ears teasingly. “Come on slut, don’t pretend like you don’t crave a little ass to mouth in the morning. I’m going to count to three, and every second I count past is five spanks.” Another tired noise from the girl, though with fresh urgency. “Two.” Limbs twitched and began moving, the sergal blinking rapidly to force her eyes open. “Three.”

“I’m up. I’m up.” She said groggily, lifting her torso up with an elbow. “Ugh. What’s the rush? I can’t even suck your dick when it’s still stretching my ass out.” Serena gave a loud yawn, moving her free hand to rub her belly, feeling the small protruding point of Kieran’s cock bulging her belly out. She suddenly shuddered as a long and whispery gasp flowed out of her jaws, the penis-shaped tent on her tummy vanishing as Kieran slowly dragged every inch out of her intestines behind her. When his tip popped out of the gaped cavern of her backside, she fell back to the mattress as her arm gave out, twitching as her eyes nearly rolled up.

Kieran’s tone was warm, but carried that unspoken power, the confidence he exuded. “Ten spanks later just for the attitude.” Rolling to his back, the large dragon tossed the covers away as he propped his back up on the pillows and headboard. Standing tall and proud between his legs was the imposing length, gently bobbing in the air as the morning light glinted off the dull sheen of ass juice coating it.

Trying to not let the heat on her cheeks show, Serena groggily hummed as she fought to take control of her body back after the nerve-melting pullout of her ass’s overnight resident. Slowly shifting to her hands and knees, the bark-toned sergal slowly clambered over to where her boyfriend and master lay. Bringing her head to his hips, stopping perpendicular to his sprawled out form, she stared at the long veiny pillar. An instrument she quite respected, and certainly appreciated the man who wielded it. 

Simply venting her lungs and letting herself melt away, Serena easily dropped into the deep state of mind that Kieran had unceremoniously dubbed the ‘blowjob zone’. The shy sergal was quite the opposite when the inner slut was given a chance to shine, the girl an avid cock sucker. Parting her lips and spreading her jaws, Serena deftly craned her head down to seal the humanoid tip of Kieran’s dick past her lips. Barely making a gentle hum as his taste spread over her tongue, laced with her own flavor, she began swiping her tongue around his foreskin while twisting her mouth around his head. 

Though she had the capacity to throat him at once, one of the main things Kieran had been training her on was the slower approach to such intimate service. When she first had a chance to get his malehood past her lips, Kieran was treated to an instant and world-class deepthroat, the sergal easily taking his impressive size. But while that was a treasured skill, the classy dragon had been teaching her that a little extra finesse would elevate her performance even higher. Low and wet slurps came as suction was gradually applied to his tip, her lips not descending any lower down his tall shaft. Instead what was welcomed into her warm maw was treated to a show worthy of a lifetime oral fanatic.

Kieran was gentle, a hand simply resting on her head, the other holding her own palm. “That’s it, work the head, take it slow. Savor the taste, show me how much you love sucking cock. No need to rush, pet.”

She kept her hands on his body, one firmly around his slick base while the other held Kieran’s as she came at him from the side. Part of this new morning routine was to instill new skills. As determined before, Serena wasn’t inexperienced, nor incapable, but more was to be expected of her now that her new boyfriend was also her dominant. A slow but routine introduction into ass-to-mouth was the more recent thing to gain from the morning blowjob, while the most important and primary reason for it was to give her something where she could only use her mouth. 

To hone her oral ability, and further cement its use as enjoyable in the sergal’s mind. Not that she needed convincing. After an extended period of slurping the foreskinned tip, Serena finally pushed her head down a few more inches, pulling the blanketing skin back while welcoming a fresh length of tasty cock into the performance. Low rumbles of approving pleasure drifted down from Kieran’s muzzle, occasionally a quiet but strongly spoken ‘good girl’ was sent her way, making her shiver and redouble her efforts. His eyes were sharp as they stared at her with a proud look, meeting eyes when she glanced up while beginning to bob her snout around the upper half of his shaft. That half alone was enough to nearly fill her maw completely, his precum beading tip kissing the back of her mouth every time she descended in a slow, sensual, and purposeful motion.

There was no simplicity here when it came to giving her dragon a blowjob. There were no mere up and down motions, no linear progression. She twisted and turned, sucked and swallowed, descending down to show what a sergal’s tongue could do before pulling back in a different motion. As Kieran had so deeply stressed, her deepthroat ability was something to treasure. But there was a difference between throatfucking, and a proper blowjob. This was her treating him to her mouth. A part of her that could do so much, but only with her dedication to use it to its fullest. Every motion was one she intended, every single aspect of this a purposeful act that she did for him, and him alone.

All Kieran did was let her work, let her show him how much she worshiped him, how much she relished the privilege of getting to taste his length. To have the honor of pleasing it so intimately, and so one-sidedly. This exact context and sensation was why Kieran was a dom. How he could get a girl to so happily slobber over his shaft that was stewing in her ass all night. How she willingly did it as the first thing in the morning. How clearly dedicated she was to honing her craft of sucking dick. All with the cherry on top being her outwardly reserved and shy exterior, vanishing into a flushed and needy pet as she enthusiastically worked his shaft as if in a trance.

Not to mention, she worked it. That half of his length that became slick with her spit had their nerves overloaded. Just the nature of her constant and expert ministrations made that half doubly sensitive, the dragon already pushing down his orgasm. The sergal really was a natural, and only showcased it as the service moved to the next phase. With a loud muffled gulp, her face was smushed to his groin, snout scrunched a bit as she pushed as deep as she could go. In one fell swoop, the remaining near-foot of meat glided through her face with a gaggy hack.

Rocketing out a steamy grunt, Kieran took fistfuls of the sheets as he processed the throat massaging his entire package. Looking down, the sergal’s side approach easily let him see the fresh and thick bulge in her neck, a round filling that naturally faded after her collar. It was so perfect, to be able to see with such detail the neck stretch around him. But that few second pause as both let their brains catch up to the situation didn’t last long, with Serena launching into a passionate deepthroat. Swiftly tugging off, exposing some of his spit-shined shaft to the comparatively cold air before it was once more sheathed in the soft embrace of her mouth.

A steady pace followed, one that took a lot of practice. It was harder than expected to break the girl of her rapid-paced throat stuffing, simply too eager to take a more measured approach and the heightened sensations it could bring. But as Kieran’s legs stretched tense with a low growl rumbling out as her face noisily pumped over his shaft, it was obvious that the sergal was a keen learner. Everything came to a head in that moment, the physical pleasure, the immaculate sight of the gorgeous girl, with the showcased submission and devotion she exuded gluing the experience together.

Serena’s paced and sensual moaning gags were replaced with a sharp noise of delight before switching to rapid, echoing gulps as she slammed her face as far into his groin as it would go. Heavy swallows synced with the imprint of cock expanding her neck out throbbing through the skin, sputtering noises of the girl doing her best to keep up with the thick flow of seed pumping right into her stomach. And like the trained slut she is, Serena didn’t let anything out. Of course, it helped that every pulsing blast of seed from his cock started closer to her stomach than her mouth.

Gritting his teeth, Kieran let the climax wash over him, a fierce peak that almost looked painful. But afterwards, he sank back against his backrest of pillows with an aura of satisfaction that couldn’t be beat, every muscle in his body visibly relaxed. That, right there, was the power of the morning blowjob. Serena got a tasty treat and ‘breakfast’, while Kieran started the day off right. She remained balls-deep for moments after, waiting for him to climb back down from the peak, all as her own arousal only grew. But that was the special part of this activity. She got everything but physical pleasure from this, but that was enough to make this a worthwhile time.

She waited until the long sigh drifted from Kieran’s mouth, picking up his tells and body language with their time together. It was his classic ‘tanks are empty and mind is clear’ sigh, the closest thing to a verbal announcement of “I just came my brains out” he got. Slowly dragging her skull off his member, he bared his teeth in a pleasured snarl as the oversensitive cock was pulled out of her snug esophagus. A little bit of payback for his own pull-out earlier. Audibly popping off the length that gradually began to soften, she smacked her lips playfully before sending her dextrous tongue out to clean them of the residue of oral.

“You know, Kieran, the whole ass to mouth thing is growing on me. Course, we both know I couldn’t be opposed to it when I’m more than happy to rim you, but it’s pretty hot. Thanks for making me try new things.” She stretched then, eyeing the dropping cock, shiny with her spit. A proud smile adorned her muzzle as she pulled her arms behind her head and stretched back, pushing her hefty big tits out. “And I sure am awake now. Way better than caffeine.” With the dragon still silent in bliss, she gave a happy look back at him before leaning down to quickly place a tender kiss on his glans, patting his thigh. “Alright, I’m going to head downstairs and start the day proper. Lemme know when you start cooking actual breakfast, yeah?”

Before she could even turn her head around to think about hopping off the bed, strong hands quickly lunged forward to latch around her waist. Serena gave a surprised yip as she was yanked back, pulled over Kieran’s body in a reverse cowgirl position. “K-Kieran?” She said, startled but not displeased. She was always down for some ‘fun’, especially when he took charge.

Twisting her torso around to try and look at him, she fell forwards a bit when the black and cyan dragon tugged her butt farther up his chest, once more face to face with his mouth-watering cock. Still trying to glance back and see his expression, wanting to know if she upset her master somehow, there was a small moment of amused sheepishness as she realized her big ass blocked any view of his head. 

Thankfully, he spoke, clearing the air. “Hold up there, pet. You don’t get to treat me like that and then run off before I can give you a reward for being such a good girl.” And though Serena tried to respond, she was interrupted by her own intense moan as Kieran’s snout delved to her pussy, burying himself in her squirming, sodden slit as he returned the favor with equal skill and fervor. 

—

The atmosphere was different, despite only an hour passing. Instead of both dragon and sergal romping in bed, they were at their usual spots at the table in the kitchen, sipping coffee and eating loaded plates of breakfast. Of course, Kieran had put on an outfit of his usual prim style, a crisp button down tucked into dark slacks. While Serena remained stark naked beside her purple collar, one of the required parts of her housing contracts with Kieran. It had blossomed into far more than that, but there was still the ground level requirement of nudity always present.

She wasn’t sitting in the ways a naked person normally would anymore, no more legs tightly held together, or crossed arms around her bust, posture no longer scrunched and nervous, trying to shrink her silhouette as much as possible. Granted, she wasn’t sitting with her legs spread and pushing her tits out, but she was progressively getting more comfortable being permanently naked around the house. All in all, remarkable progress for just over a month spent here. Having a real ‘master’ did actually help her step out of her shell more reliably, even if some orders were immensely embarrassing. Kieran seemed to read her well enough to never propose something that crossed her lines, but she could tell those lines were shifting reliably. 

In an effort to do her part in fighting her natural reservedness, she looked up from her plate at the handsome dragon reading on a tablet. “Gotta say Kieran. You know how to eat a girl out. Giving Molly a run for her money. Giving me a run for my money.”

His attention flicked up to her before splitting into a warm smile upon processing the words. “Thanks. You know how important getting my dick sucked is to my tastes. It wouldn’t be fair if I couldn’t back up what I make you do.” He gave a casual shrug then, chuckling as he grabbed his mug to take a sip. “Besides, your pussy tastes good. Yours is a bit sweeter than my other girls. Must be a sergal thing.”

Welp, so much for trying to be forward. That sent Serena into an introverted blush, averting her eyes as her fork meandered around her plate. “O-Oh. I mean… your… dick tastes pretty good too…” Her following awkward chuckle was soothed by Kieran’s own bemused rumble.

—

“Ow… ow ow ow, shit…” Serena said, a hand clasping a sore shoulder lancing waves of pain up her spine. There was a moment of relief as strong hands pushed hers away, a much needed patch of heat washing away her aches. Saddling up behind her, the large blanketing form of Kieran grasped her from behind in a caring embrace.

“Well, Serena. I don’t think there could have been a better lesson even if I planned it. So what did we learn?” He asked, somewhat chiding while also expressing a concern for her wellbeing. 

She sighed, falling back against him before Kieran dropped his snout over her head, the rumble of his voice tickling her scalp. The dragon spoke like a parent, a fatherly sing-song of ‘do better’ lurking under the words. “When I ask you if the bondage is too tight, don’t lie so we can fuck sooner.” Then the second blow. “And don’t be afraid to use the safe word even for a small issue like a pulled muscle. Could be a lot worse than a sore shoulder. I know it’s a buzzkill to spend twenty minutes checking your gear, but comfort and safety are important. You could have cut off circulation for a dangerous amount of time.”

Obviously unhappy, both from the ache and humiliation of being ‘scolded’, the sergal gave a huff. Instead of responding, she just relaxed against Kieran’s chest, merely absorbing his presence as a cure to her ails. And it was a hearty one, his warmth spreading to her easily, settling deep into her aching body after being strung up for so long. While this pain was less than optimal, it was still a fun play session all in all. So Serena got comfy and enjoyed the aftercare.

In only a slight destruction of the tender moment, Kieran’s phone rang on the bedside table. Giving a curt ‘excuse me’, the man reached over to inspect the screen. But instead of the work call he was dreading, a smile split over his face. “Oh. Vanessa’s calling. Mind if I video?” Asked the regal black and cyan dragon, once more returning to his spot cuddling up behind the smaller girl as he brought the phone in front of them both.

“S-Sure.” Serena responded, her reserved nature rising to the forefront once social interaction outside of the dommy dragon boyfriend she had gotten used to. And she was still naked. But the gryphon on the other end of the line wasn’t exactly a stranger to the sergal, even though she had only met Vanessa for a single week. But it was a very eventful week.

With a precise tap, the screen shifted from a still image of the fit gryphon framed as a full-body pin-up while she wore a latex catsuit, to a real time video of the avian hybrid’s face. A bright smile and her usual sly blue-edged eyes met the sergal’s, Serena already blushing despite their video only showing above her collar so Kieran could be in frame. “Hello, Vanessa.” Was Kieran’s polite greeting, right in line with his prim and proper demeanor. 

The white furred gryphon’s beak split into a sharper, lecherous grin upon seeing the sergal resting against his chest. “Oh, what’s this? The new pet is out to play?”

Moving to hold the phone with one hand, Kieran used the free hand to pet Serena’s cheek before slipping a couple fingers past her lips, which were graciously welcomed as her face grew red under the gaze of Vanessa. “Indeed, she’s really come out of her shell. All it took was sucking my dick twice a day. Isn’t that right girl?” Punctuating Kieran’s statement was a teasing rub of her tongue as he looked down at her, really playing up her ‘pet’ role.

She gave a bashful hum of acknowledgement, eyes unable to look at the screen, the collar around her neck shifting as the ‘slut’ stamped tag jingled. 

The gryphon sent a doting look through the feed, though still managing to look ready to pounce on her. “Aww. What a sweet little puppy. But I must say Kieran, you can convert anyone to your bitch if they get the chance to get a mouthful of that support beam you call a penis. And when they’re already such a well trained bitch, well… I imagine you had your hands full. While she had her throat full.”

With chuckles following, Serena only felt more heat on her face as her ears folded, the two so casually discussing her and her deeply hidden thirst for cock. Well, they weren’t wrong. But it was still a bit embarrassing. As if sensing the growing mix of arousal caused by the banal discussion and discomfort of its subject, the gears quickly shifted to focus on the dragon and his other girlfriend. They caught up, traded stressful work events, told stories and jokes. Vanessa’s jokes were always dirty, not just vulgar but downright explicit. But for a woman that had no issue wearing full latex in public, the attitude checked out.

When the usual partner conversations faded and the fuel for the call dwindled, the focus once more returned to Serena. “So, how are you liking being one of Kieran’s collard sex-pets, serg-butt?”

Ears flying up upon realizing she was being addressed, the sergal ran through all the stages of her shyness before stammering out a red-faced response. “I-It’s really good. He’s… uh… intense. But… nice.”

A chuckle from the blue haired gryphon. “Oho, girlie, you don’t know intense yet. What level is she, Kiery?”

“Probably three quarters. Definitely not fully level one yet. Though she did make me write up a contract.”

The hearty chortle that Vanessa gave was genuine. “Almost level one!? Damn, better progress than I thought. And a contract! She really is made for this, huh? Aren’t you, girl?”

With being spoken to like a pet, Serena’s blush grew as she just nodded. Since the sergal wasn’t meaningfully responding, Kieran took over. “She’s fitting in quite nicely. Lasted all of her extra chastity week, fucked like rabbits for a few days, and now we’re getting routines set and new experiences tried. Slowly building a roster of activities. Oh, and she’s really opening up to the house nudity requirement.”

To punctuate, Kieran pointed the camera down, broadcasting the sergal’s eye-catching chest as he reached down to sink his fingers into one of the big swells. Blushing harder and giving a little squeak as Kieran teasingly tweaked her sensitive nipple, Serena let him show her tits off to his other partner. A low whistle was all the gryphon could use to vocalize her approval. “I know I’ve seen those funbags in person, but seeing them again really reminds me just how big they are. I know you’re in a similar situation with Kiery, being a species that naturally out-size in every department, but I just gotta say, Serena; Nice tits. Rocking pair right there.”

Despite the brashness of the compliment, Serena was quite affected by it, feeling that warmth spreading through her core. Right beside the slight chill of having her big G cup tits shown off for her, but they mixed into a potent cocktail in her mind, feeding off the other to give the ‘just right’ feeling temperature. Is this what exhibitionists feel? She could start to understand it if this is how it was. Granted, if she were to do any more exhibition than this, there’d be a lot more chill than warmth. But she appreciated the other girl’s remark. “T-Thanks.”

“I’m serious, girl. I’m sure Kieran’s been fawning over those honkers since they were free of their shiny steel prison, but from bitch to bitch, those are some beautiful puppies you got there honey. Cute nipples too, love how big your areola are. Almost making me jealous with my D’s.”

Kieran interjected then, a chuckle and tone of jest. “Well, you know I can fix that. It’s not like your owner doesn’t also run the entire implant division for a medical company.”

Rivaling, if not surpassing Kieran’s teasing tone; Vanessa shot right back. “It’s hard enough to fit these girls in rubber, I can’t imagine cramming F’s into a one-piece bodysuit. Or those beach-ball G’s your lap-pet’s hefting. Hell, those might be H’s as far as I can tell. Victoria can barely squeeze into leotards with those bolt-on’s she got now.”

The two tone dragon tossed his hand playfully. “Oh please, ’tis but a simple tailoring issue. Easy fix. Just ask Serena whenever we get her a latex collection.”

As the two lovers bantered, Serena could only perk up in Kieran’s lap upon hearing about her eventual ‘collection’. She never really expected to get kinky garments to the degree that Vanessa had, but she supposed it made sense. And there was a decently sized part of her excited for it. She had never gotten to try such stuff before. As her mind drifted away, imagining the slimmer gryphon in her own suit back when she visited, the conversation wrapped up outside her perception. A little tug to her nipple brought her attention back, and a little squeak.

“Well, say goodbye to your fellow pet, Serena.” Kieran said, holding the phone up.

“W-Wait.” She said, hesitance in her voice. “V-Vanessa?”

“What’s up sugar-tits?” Said the grinning girl.

The shyness in Serena’s question wasn’t out of it being lewd or sexual, but just a personal question. One she had been thinking about ever since Kieran explained Vanessa’s successful life. “Why… do you enjoy submission? I know you’re… a big person, in a big company. I know you’re an experienced mistress, and being a pet is a relatively new thing, and really just with Kieran. What made you accept that? And enjoy it? I-If I may ask…”

That actually got a moment of contemplative silence from the blue haired gryphon. Face softening a bit and losing the cocky-temptress edge, she regarded the sergal with a warm and wise look. “You’re right. I have a big job, at a big place. By all means, I’m on top of the world. And with that, I’m on top in bed. That’s just what I enjoyed naturally, always have, always will. But… Kieran let me see the other side. I can’t say it’s my favorite, or that I’ll get uncontrollably horny from the idea of being made to serve someone else.”

A sigh flew from Vanessa’s beak as thoughts formed. “But there’s a charm to it, and honestly, Kieran himself is half the draw. I don’t exactly lust to wear a collar, no matter how pretty. But I love to wear Kieran’s collar, if that makes sense. He gets me, and gets what I need from being a sub. I don’t need to be bossed around per se, but… just… Damn. It’s hard to put this into words. Uh, okay. Really giving me a run for my money here, huh. Here, let’s put it this way. I work a lot, and I work hard. Obviously I am not trying to say I have it rough, but I put a lot of effort into my business and there’s a lot of stress to be had. And while pounding sluts raw with a strap-on is the definition of catharsis for me…”

With a wistful smile, Vanessa lost any look of confusion, finding her answer. “Sometimes, I just need to hand the reins over. I give my work my all, for months at a time away from the people and places I love. My job is tiring, and I continue to be tired when getting back home. Sometimes, I just… need to not think. I just want to be with my owner. To be his pet. To have him tell me what to do, sit, hurry up, slow down, bend over, and call me a good girl while petting and fucking me. It’s just so nice, to just… ‘turn off’ and be a dumb pet that sucks dick and gets spanked. It’s not something I could do 24/7. It’s not my ideal way to unwind every time. Kieran understands that part of me, and makes living that life so good even when I’m not exactly in the mood for it. You haven’t seen this side of me yet, Serena. Just the usual cocky-foxy pet I usually am while with him. Which I also enjoy, but for more straightforward reasons of enticing him to use me. That’s just physical pleasure and attraction at work there. Plus I won’t lie; being owned is getting hotter every day I wear these cuffs and his collar, and I’ve been wearing them for awhile.”

Serena processed the words, a lengthy explanation, but one that couldn’t be properly done shorter. And she could see it, Kieran was a very nice person to be a pet for. Showered with plenty of treats and rewards, compliments and sensations. She could easily see how someone not completely submissive like she was would find that Kieran could still make the experience worth it. And Serena knew firsthand that the dragon let his gryphon out to play with others, where she would be the one on top to satisfy her own needs. Giving the gryphon a genuine look of appreciation, Serena understood one of the other polycule members much better now. “Thank you, Vanessa. I think I get it now.”

A cheeky snort from the bird-like girl. “Yeah, getting that dick. You’re a lucky girl being there full-time. Able to worship gargantuan dragon cock and musky balls at any time. I bet he’s using you as a cockwarmer a lot.”

“How’d you know?”

“I know my dragon. Also, he literally owns an electric cockwarmer for when us girls are away.”

Brow furrowing, the sergal looked straight up at the man’s face. All he gave was a smirk and a wink. As a fresh wave of gentle giggles spread through the trio, farewells were well and truly said before Vanessa rushed off to her next meeting. Looking back, the conversation was certainly a bit enlightening. And also a little hot, talking about the exact underlying context of why she found some of this treatment so good. Sighing once the phone’s screen went dark, Serena pushed herself against his chest. “Hey, would you mind playing with my tits for a bit? In the mood for some-“

She didn’t even have to finish asking before expert fingers assaulted her nipples with measured pinches and tingly claws as Kieran whispered in her ear before nibbling it. “Oh, it’ll be more than ‘a bit’, pet~”

—

“HHHhhmmgggh…”

“Shh-shh…” Hummed the strong dragon, a hand stroking down Serena’s back. She lay over his lap, naked as usual, hands cuffed together as her skull was smothered by a snug latex hood. There were no eye holes, no mouth openings, only a port on the side of her shiny muzzle, an expanding and contracting breath-balloon attached. Kieran cooed to the huffing girl, shuddering slightly as the hood and breath apparatus muffled her moans.

The black and cyan dragon continued to pet the shapely woman fidgeting atop his thighs, his other hand resting on her wide ass, red with handprints. Fingers vanished into her deep crack, but it only took a glance to see that they were rapidly pumping into the sergal’s gushing pussy. “Relax, girl. You’re so tense.” As his petting hand reached the squeaky rubber covering her head, he stroked his fingers down her cheek as the balloon puffed fervently. His other digits had stopped their fingering, palm flat and raised in the air.

“CLAP!” Echoed through the bedroom, followed by a matched “MMMH!” The ovular balloon protruding from Serena’s latex-covered snout puffed at a freshly rapid pace, faint aftershock whimpers flowing afterwards. Kieran’s hand now lay on one of her wide cheeks, heated red radiating from where it landed. A soothing rub came next, Kieran’s only word being “Seven.”

“Hmff… Hmff… Mph.” Serena huffed as she let the lightning in her nerves settle, only for her body to tense with a fresh “MH!” as Kieran’s fingers returned to blasting into her slit.

Both were in places they couldn’t be happier at. Serena was in her natural state, only let out in those moments of secure privacy and a trusted partner. To be so gently sprawled on her master’s lap, to have her senses dulled by the hood, the focus of breathing to anchor her. His touch so calm and assuring as his spare hand returned stroking down her back, easing the heat from her fiery bottom. Like that, she melted all over again, the pleasure of his fingering only made stronger by the biting pain of his spanks.

Meanwhile the regal dragon peered down at his pet’s rubber-hidden face, slightly smirking with a dominant warmth, akin to a proud father. He did not have much room to talk, but he generally found himself to be hard to impress by a woman. The fact he even had two girlfriends was a slight miracle in finding perfect people. And so he pondered what fate it was that he found a third. She was a treat at first, a promising roommate and pretty fucktoy. Kieran wasn’t exactly prepared for the shy sergal to just claw right into his heart though. From tenant and free-use doll, to an adorable pet, a lovely woman, and a new member of his little kinky family. With every day he spent with her, his love grew.

At times, he often wondered if that was even possible. Surely his heart had given all it could with two partners. Was a third really feasible? Was this mere infatuation he felt towards this girl, this pull towards her? She had been with him for a whole month now, and there was no downturn in affection. Kieran even found himself holding back on increasing the amounts of play with her, keeping mostly basic, ensuring that it was her that brought this feeling, not what she could do.

But like that, all he did was glance down and the contemplations and worries vanished. There was only the horny panting of his sergal coming from he puffing balloon, only the silken feeling of her fur, the wet warmth of her snatch as her long clit hood curled around his fingers. Intimate sensations, sanctified with lust, but founded upon adoration. Kieran smiled anew, rubbing the lover on his lap, watching her shake and shiver, tail lifted with need. He felt himself settle back into the couch cushion, a new relaxation taking him as Serena tensed when he withdrew his fingers.

Perhaps things were just meant to be. He really needed to stop thinking about stuff so much. Raising his hand, he let himself be absorbed with the task of spanking his girlfriend. “Eight.” He said as the smack rang loud, and so did Serena’s sensational cries. Oh, look at that. She was cumming again.

—

A tired groan escaped Serena’s lips, the girl slumping back in her chair. Arms limp, head lolled back, eyes squeezed shut. “Ugggghhhh… God this homework sucks.” Her room was almost bland, a side effect of it often going underused. Most nights were spent with Kieran’s limbs wrapped around her and dick lodged under her tail, her own bed almost forgotten. However it did make a good work and study space, since it was basically a glorified closet for the clothes she wasn’t allowed to wear indoors. 

Remembering she was naked, the chestnut sergal corrected her posture and sighed. Moving a hand up, she gave her hefty tits an idle grope, not even largely changing her expression when she pinched a nipple and tugged her breast taut. There was simply nobody to make noises for, the isolated girl stoic despite the sensation. She huffed, letting her tit slap back down, dropping her angular snout to a propped up palm. Eyes once more pouring over the laptop screen, Serena lost herself to the mundane work.

She didn’t even notice Kieran until he spoke to her. “Hey hun.” Perking up, she swiveled to see the impressive dragon standing beside her, dress shirt unbuttoned to reveal his fit chest, slacks unzipped to allow his massive mast to hang free. Said shaft was currently hard and drooling pre, Kieran’s hand lazily stroking it. “Don’t mind me, I know you’re busy.”

Blushing, Serena tried to make her needy glances at that length not entirely obvious. “Well… It’s a bit hard to ignore… that.” She said, ears flicking as the soft noise of his jacking off derailed her thoughts. Serena did her best to work with the subtle distraction, but she got another assignment done. Taking a breather between mental efforts she took a chance to lighten the mood. “So Kieran, just come in here to get a look at me while jerking off? Didn’t you take, like, a bunch of pictures on our last big play-day?”

“That’s a reason.” Calmly spoke the dragon in that tone, able to just cut through her and flutter her heart. “What’s the other-“ Serena started before Kieran cut her off. “Close your eyes.” The sergal wanted to roll them first, but her dominant boyfriend was so easily able to switch her into ‘obedience’ mode with a single command. She did, even swiveling her chair to face the sound of the dragon masturbating. In but a heartbeat, she gasped as an explosion of warmth hit her face. Sputtering as her working jaws were viciously coated in a hot, thick substance, she started to raise her hands.

They only made it halfway, Kieran reaching forwards with his spare hand to grab both her wrists in one big grip. The other obviously quickened its pace pumping his eye-catching cock, edging out the orgasm he had been building for the last hour. It was clear his balls were working every second he had loitered in her room, another slamming wave of jizz lancing to her pelt. Every shot was a veritable jet, a single point of impact thudding against her, coating what felt like her entire face. Every grunt flowing from Kieran’s jaws indicated a bucket of cum splashing to her head, drenching and soaking her fur as the viscous fluid stuck to her. 

Serena could feel the faint drips of it running down her chin, pattering to her breasts before a shot landed right in her cleavage. With her face spared from the creamy onslaught, she finally could sputter out the thick and potent seed to gasp for air. What did make it into her mouth felt like a normal sized load, yet she could tell there was ten times that plastered to her face. Every drop of off-white ejaculate that dripped down had double the amount still clinging to her fur, the sensation of not a single inch spared from her forehead, cheeks, muzzle, the entire front of her face just got hosed down.

And like a facemask, it stayed, lingering amid her fur. Barely any of her brown fur could be seen under the heavy white, bubbles blowing from her nostrils as she flinched with every shot that followed. When Kieran had fully unloaded, he released his partner’s hands, the digits raising to just hover by her face as she meekly sputtered. He couldn’t see the blush under her fur thanks to the fresh glaze coating it, but her ears were canted in the way he was quite familiar with. Plus, her tail was whacking into the table and chair as it thrashed excitedly.

Pulling out a handkerchief, Kieran tenderly wiped up the inch-thick plaster of jizz from her eyes, and her eyes alone. Breaking open, she glanced around as her breathing deepened, blinking rapidly before her pupils landed on his. “K-Kieran…?”

His smile was strong as he reveled in the facial his sergal just received. “Yes, my lovely pet?”

“I have a video call with my professor in five minutes.” Wow, she wished she could have gotten a picture of his face. “Kidding! I’m kidding, I don’t actually have a meeting!” She quickly shouted after the dragon started to sprint to get her a towel. It took a second for the words to reach him, needing to cut through an adrenaline rush. He relaxed, slumped even, before a relieved chuckle came from his throat. He stepped back towards his cum-painted partner, smiling, though with that power Serena found so knee-weakening.

“Okay, that was pretty good. But such behavior is unbecoming of a pet. I shall let you choose the recourse for your actions. Cum for dinner or overnight chastity and edging?”

Serena stared at him, blinking as the heat trapped under her creamy face-mask spread. Well, wait, overnight and sleep-disruptive things were off the table unless… Oh wait, it IS Friday. Time flies. Eyes slightly narrowing. “What’s for dinner if I choose chastity?”

“Hamburgers.” Was Kieran’s simple, concise, and on-brand answer. 

The chestnut sergal mulled it over, raising a hand to her chin for a contemplative rub before her finger ran through the dragon’s potent seed. Quickly moving her hand away from her face with a sheepish giggle, Serena made up her mind. Kieran made some damn good hamburgers, but it wasn’t a rare meal. “Cum for dinner.” She still needed to finish this homework too; it wasn’t due tomorrow, but she would like to get it out of the way so she could enjoy her weekend.

A bold smile split over Kieran’s features, the black and cyan dragon sagely nodding. “Well, seeing as how I just emptied my balls on your face, your next duty will be to help me recharge.”

“H-How so?” Said the naked sergal, aware her legs were tightly pressed together as her heartbeat skyrocketed. 

“A long and slow rimjob.” Was all the classy dragon had to say to get Serena’s mind envisioning it, the sergal biting a lip. She was pretty sure her blush was visible despite her angular snout’s new coat of pearly paint. How kind of her master to make sure she still ate well today. Kieran swiftly turned, leaving Serena’s room, already in the process unbuckling his slacks. “Come, pet. You shall attend to me in my office. I have some emails to respond to.”

—

Serena glanced at the time. 12:39. She glanced back to her screen, and the empty document. Then back at the time. Then the noticeably un-written report. Back to the clock. This time she glanced down, her hand unconsciously resting on her pussy, prehensile hood snaking around a finger as she leaked onto the chair. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even after taking a shower and washing away his cum from her fur, she could taste his ass. Perfectly just… him. His taste, perhaps even more concentrated than the flavor of his cock. Which she got a fine taste of as he fed her even more cum before he ate dinner.

That taste lingered too, every sense craving more. Hot, flustered, needy. She glanced back at the report she was too distracted to even start. Falling back, the nude sergal sighed. “Fuck.” It was so strange. So much of her life had been not only denying her desires, but then keeping them purely to herself. She didn’t even look up BDSM porn, refusing to believe that little introvert Serena could be so depraved. It was wrong, demeaning, no self respecting girl should want to be a living fuckdoll. 

Then Molly stepped in and cracked that perception. It wasn’t shattered, merely fractured. Creating a gap that widened with every inch Serena was able to take of the horsecock Molly shoved her throat down onto. And now, she was alone again, and needed just that. To be used. There must be a world of porn out there, replicating her exact fantasies. She could just look it up, there was a laptop right in front of her. It had been awhile since she needed to masturbate, but nothing was stopping her.

She raised the hand that was playing with her pussy as she fantasized, seeing the gleam of her juices in the dim light from the screen. But then the reason for her lack of masturbation came to mind. She didn’t need to, there was no need to pretend, to fantasize. Her master was just down the hall. The man who had so constantly sated her urges before she even had to ask. How the hell did she go three weeks in chastity while being edged? Just this was near torture. 

Head slumping to the chair, she stared off to the ceiling. Yes, Kieran was but a door down. But should she wake him up? It was technically the weekend already, but he was high enough up the ladder that he was in constant communication with work. Damn, she needed it though. Sighing, Serena stood up. Fuck it, they had fucked later and longer before. She needed him. Not even to cum, just to be with him, sate the need to serve. Walking, she slipped out of her room, padding to the dragon’s.

Should she knock? Was he even asleep? Would it be rude to just barge in? What was she going to do there? Wake him up? Try to sneak into his bed? She was too horny to really think things through, almost falling into worry and apprehension like she would have months ago. But Serena knew he wouldn’t want her to deny herself. He had accommodated her every wish so far, and had worked so dearly to tear down that wall she used to hide her needs.

Serena opened the door, peeking in. It was dark, the large bed in the modestly-fancy room one she knew well. A large form was hidden by covers, a draconic head resting on the puffy pillows near the head of the mattress. Another familiar shape. She walked in slowly, her enforced nudity granting her some stealth. Besides for the faintest of chimes from the tag on her collar, something she rarely took off now. But yet the sergal could hear a different sound, beneath the slow breathing of sleep. A slight hum, a quiet electrical buzz. She reached the side of the bed before Kieran stirred, head rubbing the pillow before an eye cracked open.

A blink, a flick of one of his ears, and they stayed open with a furrowed brow. “Serena…?” Kieran asked confusedly. “Something wrong?” He shifted a bit, making the movement of getting up before the sergal put out her hand. “Don’t, I just need to be with you. I can’t think about anything else.”

Pausing, the dragon nodded before letting himself fall back into his sleeping position. Still obviously near-asleep, he grabbed a corner of the comforter and peeled it back. Serena blinked though, staring at what lay on the spot where she normally was. Kieran’s penis was there, in its full near-twenty inch glory. Except that was the source of the hum, a clear sleeve snugly wrapped around the thick shape. Parts of it were not transparent, machinery embedded in the girthy silicone. Serena felt the heat it radiated, saw the rings spaced through the sleeve clamp and pulse in a rhythm as his shaft throbbed in response. There was an opaque covering on his tip, protruding from the sleeve just barely, this end serving like a condom. A small water-balloon sized bubble had accumulated from his steadily brewing precum, preventing it from staining the sheets.

It was strange that she felt a pang of heartache from seemingly being replaced. That was supposed to be her ass he was hilted in while sleeping.

Kieran mumbled as he put his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. “Cord’s plugged in by the nightstand. Just unplug it and slip it off.”

Serena cocked her head around, leaning close to see it better in the dark. Might as well ask. “W-What is it?”

“Cockwarmer.” Was the tired and plain response from the dragon.

“Oh.” Serena looked at it, heard the hum of it doing as its name implied. It also appeared to be giving him a nice full-length massage. Just like her ass would when she served this purpose. What a neat little device, Vanessa was telling the truth. “It’s okay, I don’t need that. Keep it on. I… I want to spend more time at… at your ass, sir.”

Even the tired face of Kieran couldn’t hide the slight smirk and huff of mild surprise. A slow motion lowered the covers again, obscuring his silicone wrapped cock. His arm moved, and then raised the blanket from the side behind him, revealing his sleek backside. Like that, Serena both accelerated to rapid breathing and sweltering heat, but also calm bliss, her purpose clear. She clambered up on the bed, crawling over to the unoccupied side of the large bed. Slowly delving under the open comforter, she sank deeper and deeper until none of her was exposed to air.

Then the sergal turned, curling her legs in as her knees rest against Kieran’s shoulder blades. This put her face perfectly at his fit rear, waiting for her, just as she remembered it from hours ago. What little light there was faded as the blanket fell over her, sealing her away from the outside world. That masculine hand no longer burdened by holding open the portal to her rightful spot shifted to rest on his scaly ass. A simple motion, grabbing his cheek, lifting it to reveal her destiny. Serena dug in, feeling the warmth of his globes surrounding her muzzle, the softness of his flesh pressing to her own cheeks as her face made contact.

He enveloped her, the very sense of him pervasive and intoxicating. A little kiss is all she gave that gentle star resting against her lips, a tender puckering kissing back. Mind clear with pure lust, Serena could sleep. After spending so many nights anally impaled, flush with need in every nerve as she laid there. The sergal got very used to sleeping while unbelievably horny, almost dependent on it. But it wasn’t the sensations, but rather the man who gave them.