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“Ohmygods, ohmygods, of my fucking gods–” The cute bunny woman wiggles and moans like an addict on your cock, her little yellow tail twitching against your pelvis. She’s tiny, and wet, and tight, and bounces on your slicked-up dick like a pro. If you hadn’t tucked the five-hundred bucks in the security box yourself, you’d have thought you’d paid her to make you cum.
Quite the contrary, she hadn’t paid for you to cum at all, and your mind tries to scrape together whether or not you should call for security to come and pull her off your throbbing cock before you fire off a twelve-hundred dollar cum shot for free.
“Your cock is like, so awesome,” she giggles, and wiggles her hips where she’s sat flush against your waist, “It’s so hard to find a hare who can fuck so deep.-” she raises her hips, and you watch the ridges of your cock message her clit as she raises up to where your swollen cockhead catches at her entrance. In one smooth, forceful motion, she spears herself on your length, and the two of you moan in chorus. “And for so long, oh my… ”
“Yeah, a-about that-” You stutter as she sets up a freaking amazing pace, skin slapping against wet skin that makes you go crosseyed. It takes everything in your power not to extend more of your cock from its sheath, to not fuck an indent into her pelvis.
“So worth the trip,” she mumbles druckenly, bouncing expertly in your lap, “Fuck. Maybe I shoulda splurged on the cum shot-”
“I would sincerely recommend it, if you want this to go on any second longer. ”
At last (your soul cries out into the void) she stops, throwing a wide-eyed look over her shoulder.
“What? You mean you’re gonna cum? It’s barely been any time at all!..”
Trying hard to keep yourself from bucking up into her, you instead gesture towards the clock behind the bed on the wall.
“Your hour’s almost up.” You don’t tell her that you’ve been counting the seconds in your head to keep from blowing your load, and that she has one minute and forty three seconds left precisely.
“Oh, really? Shoot.” She pouts, and it really shouldn’t be as cute as it is. She seems to think on it for a moment, before standing on wobbly legs with a sigh. You bite your lip as your heavy, twitching cock slides from her with a wet sound. Fuck. You’re gonna have to take care of this before your next client; they actually paid for a cum shot, and you’ll get an earful if you don’t last the full hour.
“Well thank you so much! You were such an amazing lay– I’ll have to save up to get the happy ending on my next trip! It’s such a shame though, they don’t grow’em like that back home…”
“We have casts of our favorite “members” in the gift shop,” you offer with a wink, “If you can’t wait till next time.”
“Ohh– you’re really good at your job, you know that?”
You laugh, “I’d hope so.”
She’s dressed and put-together in a matter of seconds, and exits the door with a wave and a blown kiss. Then you’re alone for the next hour until your next appointment arrives.
You take the time to peel off the soaked-through sheets of your cast bed, and leave them and the soiled fabrics in the waste bin for cleaning to collect. Your room is bright, colored with sheer purple and blue fabrics, billowy drapes and pillowed sheets. You have cedarwood incense burning across the room on a rattan vanity. Ivy and mosses, monsteras and calatheas hang from the ceiling and edge the floors and fight for space on the windowsill.
A small door adjacent to the entrance leads to a private bathroom. You unlock it with a key hidden in a snake plant and go inside for a wash. Scented soaps and lotions adorn the sink and crowd the shower caddy, and you indulge in a quick, hot shower.
There is perhaps your favorite feature of your bathroom; the relief chute. A three foot-long, self-lubricating flesh light built into the stall for cases just such as these. You get your rocks off, the customer gets the full hour of stamina, and you get a percent of the profit the store makes from selling your extra spunk to rich prudes. Win win win.
You nearly sob with relief when the warm water hits your back and you slide your throbbing cock into the chute. The machine gets to work, rippling and squeezing until you’re teased out to your full length. Very few critters outside of your own species are able to take it all, but you feel like that bunny could have convinced you to cram in a couple more inches– it’s been so long since you’ve had your whole cock in a real hole-
You thrust into the chute with little restraint, chasing the feeling building in your gut until it explodes.The machine kicks into overdrive, milking out your orgasm for every drop. You shudder when the suction cup at the end nurses your slit, wringing out a last, stuttering spurt of cum.
Breathing hard, you pull out of the chute as it pings to begin its washing phase.
Your cock hangs limply between your toned legs, stopping midway down your thigh even when completely soft. It’s about as big around as your wrist like this, and inflates to about six inches around when filled; not the largest tool ever wielded by one of your kind, but a far cry from modest. You’re packing thirty-two inches of prime, ribbed dragon cock (though you only use twelve for most customers). You’re eight feet tall and three hundred pounds of toned muscle. You’ve built up a reputation for being a stallion, with abnormally high stamina even for a sea dragon. Size queens and larger species are your regular customers, and you don’t disappoint.
You spend a few minutes preening in the mirror before you shrug on your robe and leave your room. You have another forty five minutes to kill before your next client, and the sunning room is calling your name.
Your clawed feet click against the wooden floors of the hallway, and you walk several rooms down until you reach a sliding glass door. Pulling it aside and walking through, you step out into a large courtyard. It’s really rather more of a viewing tank, with rounded acrylic lining two-thirds of the space. Large, flat sunning rocks are arranged artfully in the center, and a shallow lagoon surrounds one half of it.
A few of your fellow workers are sprawled obscenely over the tanning rocks, entirely nude, scales glittering iridescent in the sunlight. You spot a newer escort paddling languidly in the lagoon, flirting with charmed guests in the waiting room.
You spot Cherry down by the glass and you saunter down to join her. Cherry is on the smaller size of Sea Critter’s escorts; barely six feet of compact muscle in a crimson body. She wears a dark green robe that does little more than frame her curves. She’s lying on her back with her eyes closed, one hand behind her head and the other on her cock.
Her heavy, slick member is half-hard and pokes up to the curve of her abs. She’s putting on a show for some avian with chubby humping the glass, alternating between chalking her purple head and reaching down to tease at the shining lips of her pussy.
Cherry’s one of the escorts advertising the real draw of your species: a hermaphroditic body plan that appeals to most critters. Not all of you offer that kind of experience, though. Escorts maintain full autonomy during their performances, and since pregnancy isn’t something you’re into right now, that particular part of your anatomy isn’t on the market.
That doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun.
Cherry has a second to register you dropping to lie across her waist. She lets out a squeak of surprise, then pleasure, when you bat her hand away and suck her cockhead into your mouth. You relax your jaw and close your eyes, savoring the weight and shape of her dick. Then, you take a breath and swallow.
You crack open an eye to see the guy fisting his glossy cloaca against the glass, and you preen under his attention. Flick the pierced fins on your head and swing your tail invitingly at the gathering crowd of patrons. You know how you look; you know how cherry’s face is twisted in ecstasy and the way even just the tip of her cock bulges in your throat.
You feed a few more inches of her in before you get comfortable, and run a clawed hand over her stomach that means go ahead. She takes the invitation in stride, shallowly bucking her hips until she’s worked up a proper rhythm. You breathe when she pulls out and relax as she fucks in, relishing in the attention and the feeling of her cock worming deeper down your throat.
You know Cherry’s reached her limit when a feeling nudges just below your chest; she’s bottomed out. Nine inches of cock is crammed down your throat and you take it with gusto. Cherry is fervently moaning your name, her free hand now knuckle-deep in her sopping pussy.
“Kora–” She wails, and you dutifully swallow as she comes down your throat. Her cock pulses once, twice, six times, before she’s finished, already softening in your mouth.
The man by the glass is standing with his chest plumage covered in cum. He stares at the two of you in a daze, then quickly stumbles over to the front desk to book a room.
“Hello to you too,” Cherry gasps, her head slipping free from your mouth with a wet pop .
You lick your lips and grin. “I think that man just had an awakening.”
“I think I just had an awakening. Tell me why we stopped dating again?” She wipes her hand on her stomach. You scrunch up your nose and push off of her, settling by her side on your stomach.
“We co-habitated for a week and it almost ended in a double homicide?”
“Oh, yeah. Damn. Hooray for plantonic fucking though, right?”
“Absolutely.”
You shuffle to your knees to crawl further up next to her before stretching out to sunbathe. You open one eye and catch the startling gaze of a guest behind the glass. He’s impossible not to notice; his molten amber eyes demand your attention. He’s a siren, and an abnormally large one at that. Taller than you, with dark green scales and black plumage that shines iridescent even under the lobby’s shitty lights. The dorsal fin running down his back looks like bleached coral, and his tail is whip-thin like a shark’s. He has his feathery black hair tied back in a messy bun, and he’s ripped– even from this distance you can tell. The black wet suit and swim trunks outline hard muscle and leave little room for imagination.
Another potential escort, maybe? He’d easily pull a hefty asking price, with the right makeup and training…
You notice about ten seconds too late that you’re staring at this complete stranger, and he’s staring right back, and this is getting very awkward isn’t it? You bat your eyelids and shake out your hair, then tune back in to whatever the fuck Cherry’s been yapping about. Boy, can Cherry yap. You love that about her though.
Half your break goes by and you chance a look back at the mysterious dragon. He’s gone. You decide to investigate for yourself, and say goodbye to Cherry before making your way out of the sunroom and down towards the front desk. Adriana is working the front today, and she tells you she hasn’t received any applications today and no, hasn’t booked a room for any “tall, dark, and mysterious siren.”
You’re strangely disappointed after the conversation, but thank her and make your way back to your room to get ready for your two o’clock.
You light a fresh stick of incense and arrange yourself comfortably on the bed. Nothing too suggestive or strong – you find that most customers relax if you just greet them by offering a seat next to you on the mattress.
You fuss with your hair and the jewelry you have wound through your horns, and adjust your robes to fall open a liiiittle wider.
The door opens, and one look at your customer has your dick twitching beneath your robes. She- you’re assuming -is a gorgeous bovine, with glossy black and brown fur and a heaving chest barely held back by a struggling bikini top. Two white horns peek out from a mop of curly black hair that falls in zig-zags to her shoulders, and a shiny silver ring pierces her septum.
“Hi, I’m Melody,” she says with a voice like honey.
“Kora,” you offer with a smile.
“Well Kora, I heard you’re the stallion of the cove?”
Leaning forward on the heels of your hands, you give her a slow, deliberate once-over.
“So they tell me. Why don’t you take a seat and let me know?”
Melody giggles and it sounds, well, melodic. She closes the door behind her, then reaches back to untie her top. It snaps away to the floor like a rubber band, and her tits spill out to rest on the creamy fur along her belly.
“I like that plan.”
Melody crosses the room in two strides and pauses between your legs. Your hands settle on her generous hips on reflex, and she reaches to pull your robes away. They fall to the bed like a shimmery halo, and she presses on your chest to lower you to the bed.
You pet up her thick thighs til you find the crease of her pelvis, and wiggle your fingers beneath her soaked bikini bottoms. They pull away with a firm yank, and you toss them somewhere in the room behind you. Your back hits the mattress solidly. Melody balances one hand on your chest and uses the other to grope for your swelling cock.
She finds it, ducking her head to look past her swinging tits, and groans at the sight of your dragon dick sliding from its sheath. She watches, transfixed, her mouth parsed in a little ‘o’. Eyes not leaving your cock, she pants:
“That’s all you got, stallion?”
You wheeze a laugh, “Not all I got, no. Most customers can’t handle the whole thing.”
“I’m not most customers.”
Against your will, your cock swipes a lazy, wet lick between her dangling breasts, and she swears.
“Shit, sorry,” you stammer, “It ah, has a mind of its own sometimes.”
“ It seems to think I can handle it,” she hums, reaching between the two of you. Her hands find your writhing shaft and wrap around it in a hug, sandwiching your cock in a wet seal between your stomach and her tits.
You moan when she shifts, the friction from your cock sliding between the two of you a tantalizing sensation. Your mind goes blank, and you find yourself humping into wet heat. You don’t realize she’s sliding up your body until your cockhead bumps into something wet and hot.
“Holy fuck-”
Melody rocks back and the first six inches of your shaft slide in, smooth as butter. You can only hold your breath as she hilts herself the rest of the way to your hips, taking a foot of cock with incredible ease.
You look at where your cock connects with her, and marvel at the complete lack of a bulge from your member. She clicks her tongue, and your eyes snap up to hers.
“ The whole thing, sweetheart,” she breathes. Your body reacts on its own.
As if a switch has been flipped, every company safety video you’ve ever watched is out the window. You grip her hips in your claws and press her completely flush to your hips, and let your instincts take the wheel. It takes exactly two seconds for Melody to realize she’s getting her wish, and then she’s squirming on your lap and begging you to keep going.
“Can feel you in my stomach, fuck yes,” she gurgles, hitching her hips in vain. You’ve got her in a mating lock with nowhere to go. She can only sit on your lap and take it as you feed inch after inch into her bottomless pussy, and Gods, do you.
Your cock twitches and thrusts, wiggles and plunges its way deeper and deeper inside of her. You keep expecting to hit the tight ring of her cervix, but there’s no end in sight. You succumb to your basest of instincts to fuck and breed and relish in the feeling of her rippling walls engulfing your cock. It feels like forever, but it’s probably only a few moments when you finally do hit her cervix.
It’s only an inch or two before you’d be fully inside of her, and your lizard brain whines its displeasure. You dig your claws a little more forcefully into her plush ass and thrust determinedly into her soaked pussy. Dimly, you’re aware of her moaning incoherently above you, but you’re too transfixed on stuffing the rest of your cock in her to really notice.
You thrust single-mindedly into her drooling cunt until the muscle gives way, your head finally slipping in to bury itself completely. Melody gasps, and you can’t help the satisfied rumble in your chest as the last few inches of your cock nestle deep inside her.
From there you start to fuck a haphazard rythm into her, but can’t quite get the right angle. Simple fix.
It’s easy to spin her, still impaled, on your lap. You spread her legs, grip her beneath her knees, dig your heels into the hardwood floor and fuck her . The heat around your cock works you into a frenzy, and you belatedly realize she’s coming on your thighs. Her walls contract and massage your cock, sucking you deeper when you try to pull out, driving your aching head again and again and again and again and again and again and again through the tight ring of her cervix.
Melody shivers through the over stimulation, going limp on your chest. You slow your thrusts into long, rolling turns of your hips while you decide how to enjoy the lovely woman on top of you. One hand stays to grope her soft ass while the other reaches up and around to tug at a fat nipple. Melody makes a choked sound when you roll it back and forth between your fingers, pinching and teasing until she’s drooling on your chest.
You tug and pull slowly and in time with your thrusts, until her panting breath turns to wanton moans once more. Her second orgasm squeezes rhythmically along your cock, and you find a spot that makes her keen. You angle your hips so that each thrust grinds into it, and Melody cries.
You watch her moan and writhe as tear tracks spill down her cheeks, entranced. Nailing her g-spot with the precision of a professional, you eye the clock on the wall and count the seconds between one orgasm to the next. The pleasure in your groin winds tighter and tighter, and you’re fucking her through orgasm number six when the pressure snaps. Your whole cock shudders, pulses, works itself impossibly deeper, and your vision whites out as you come harder than you ever have in your life. You can feel your heartbeat between your legs as you empty load after load of cum into her.
You’d relieved yourself not two hours before, but it keeps coming , and your unhinged, fuck-happy brain delights in the fact that none of it leaks out.
She takes it like she’s made for you, and you have so much to give. You pat up down her inner thigh until you find the swell of her pelvis, then feel down to where her velvet-soft skin is parted by your swollen cock. You give a few half-hearted thrusts to feel yourself, and she whimpers.
You slump back across the mattress, her limp form melted across your chest, and rock gently into her in your post-orgasmic haze. Blinking slowly, you tip your head back to look at the clock: fifty-eight minutes and thirty-two seconds. Damn, you’re good.
Content to wait out the last minute with a gorgeous woman on top of and around you, you close your eyes and decide to relish this rare moment of complete satisfaction. You find yourself running your claws on her stomach in soothing circles, and she doesn’t ask you to stop.
“Wow,” she giggles, “I ain’t fucked like that in years. Sea dragons have a 100% fertility rate, right? Worth every penny and more.”
“I dunno,” you hum, “Could just be advertising. You should come back a few more times to make sure it takes. I’m the favorite; I’ll get you a discount.”
Her laughter fills the small space of your room, and for once you really really hope you have a return customer. It’s hard to book a boat to Critter Cove - very few customers you’ve entertained have managed to make it back to you, most having gotten what they wanted, and return to their lives. It’s just a fun way to make money for you (and “repopulate the world for a better tomorrow” or whatever BS advertising cooks up). Normally you’re fine with empty promises. But this time-
“Don’t worry, darlin’, you’ll be seeing more of me.”
– You’re hoping for a real one.
She swivels around in your lap (eliciting a groan from the both of you) and takes you in a kiss that has you thinking:
You know what? Maybe protocol can go fuck itself; you could squeeze in a complementary Round Two.
But she eventually pulls away, and you paw blindly for the bedside drawer to retrieve one of your plugs. Carefully, you maneuver the two of you so that she’s on her back, and slowly retract all three feet of your softening dick to your sheath. As your flared head pops free, you slip in the plug and make sure it’s nestled securely in place, keeping the world’s most expensive happy ending sealed safely inside.
“Rather intimate.”
You raise an eyebrow at her from where you’re bent over between her open legs. You suck a kiss to her swollen clit, laughing into her skin when she starts to roll her hips into your face.
You pull away, jaw sticky with your and hers mess, and smile.
“This whole job is intimate, babe.”
“Fair point.”
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Once Melody leaves you strip the ruined sheets and replace your robe, and head for the key to your bathroom to get cleaned up. Only, for the second time in one day, you have a rather prominent problem that still needs taking care of.
You weren’t joking about wanting to go another round– something about that woman’s body, size, and welcoming cunt sent your breeding instincts into over-drive. You’ve half a mind to take the rest of the day off and ask Melody to spend it with you. Gods know you make enough money to afford it.
The idea of spending the rest of Melody’s vacation shacked up in her luxury cruise suite was enormously tempting. Just to be sure (you’ve fallen prey to The Horny too many times) you decide to use ole’ tried and true: post-nut clarity.
The relief chute takes care of your tension with clinical efficiency. Though the edge is taken off enough for your cock to sheath, the relief is superficial. It’s a release, but nothing like the bone-deep satisfaction you found buried in Melody. It hasn’t been all that long, and Critter Cove isn’t that big. The next cruise ship doesn’t leave until tomorrow, you could definitely catch up to her.
You’re washed, dressed, and halfway down the hall to your supervisor’s room with most of a plan when the door to her office flies open. Showa steps out into the hallway with wide eyes and a pale face. She sees you and does a double take before suddenly rushing out to meet you.
Her fins flick nervously, but the giddiness in her voice is audible.
“Kora,” she squeaks. She swishes her spotted tail behind her as she does, “Just the dragon I was hoping to see! C’mon- I have someone I think you’ll be real interested to meet!”
She takes your hand, and though she’s a good three feet shorter than you, pulls you along like a pit bull on a leash.
“Wha- who, are they clients?”
“The most important clients you’ll ever meet, hurry up.”
“I was actually coming here for a reason,” you say, trying in vain to stop her momentum, “I met this bovine and-”
“What a coincidence! I met a bovine, too. The same one I think.” Showa yanks open the door to her office and pulls you along.
“But I- oh,” you pause, brain grinding to a halt. Sitting in front of Showa’s desk is Melody, and she isn’t alone. Tall, dark and silent is standing by the single window in the room, peering out at the poconut trees. He turns when you enter the room and a small smile tugs on his lips. Pretty is the first word that pops in your head, followed by what the fuck is going on??
Melody smiles warmly at you and Showa, and her friend(?) steps forward and offers his hand. He is taller than you, by an inch or two. His hand is warm and dry in your own, and the smell of salt water clings to his skin.
“It’s good to meet you. My name is Algirus Tidous. You’ve already met my friend, Melody-”
“Heya darlin’,” Melody winks, and you feel your sheath throb. Down boy.
“- she says you gave an impressive performance.”
You’re used to locker room talk, you’re a sex worker– but Algi-whatshisname says it with such nonchalance it makes you burst out laughing.
Showa jabs you in the ribs while Melody giggles into her hand. Algi-whatsit only blinks at you like a content cat. He’s utterly unphased while you pull yourself together and manage an apology.
“I um, glad I left such a good impression.”
He nods. “Yes. So good an impression that Melody thinks you are the solution to a rather annoying problem I’m having.”
“Oh?” What the hell is actually happening here. You let Showa usher you behind her desk and fuss over Melody and her weird hot friend. Once you’re all settled, Showa perches on the edge of her desk to address the lot of you:
“Mr. Tidous here is a professional surfer, and his parents are a pair of wealthy aristocrats who want grandkids. He came all the way from Wickley’s Grotto to meet with you!”
O...K.
“I’m flattered? Did you, uh, schedule an appointment? I promised Melody a discount, we could extend one to you too.”
“No. I’m afraid I’m one of the rare males in my species with only one sex.”
The dots slowly connect in your head. Ah.
“I see. Well, Sea Critters has a large selection of sea dragons here that are okay with pregnancies. Sorry, but I’m not interested in a transaction like that.”
“I hear you, but what if I told you, ” Showa leans over conspiratorially in a mock-whisper, “You’d make enough money to retire if you played your cards right.”
You squint at the three of them. “I’m going to need concrete answers and numbers, please.”
“I’m saying,” Algae-man begins with his stupid sexy monotone, “That my family is willing to pay Sea Critters to rent your time for as long as it takes for you to deliver three pregnancies fathered by me, while also serving Melody and her needs.
“Should you agree, you will live with us on my private estate for the duration of our contract with full room and board, access to the entire grounds, and whatever transportation you desire to come and go as you please. We’re willing to pay you your monthly average plus five percent every month for as long as the deliveries take. All I ask is that you accept an escort during your pregnancies, for your safety as well as the children's."
He rattles this all off while producing a contract from seemingly out of nowhere. He flips through it as he speaks, then shuffles it together and slides it all to you in a stack.
“You can take this with you and read it over, and ask any questions of me you’d like. My and Melody’s contact information is on page two. I’d also be happy to hire someone of your choosing to read over the contract to make any necessary amendments. I’m going to be living in Critter Cove while I prepare for my next competition next month. You have until then to think it over. Please, take your time.”
“I’m- I’m sorry. This is all a lot. Why me? This is so much, surely there’s another critter out there better than me.”
A frown furrows on Algae’s brow, and he tilts his head to the side. “There isn’t, I assure you. I want my children to have as good a start as they can, and to be able to be able to pursue whatever they want. We’ve toured all the islands south of the divide, and none have met any of our standards.”
“I don’t pay for just anyone to knock me up, darlin’.” Melody smiles, “I wouldn’t mind having a few calves with you.”
The thought strikes you suddenly and powerfully that you wouldn’t mind that either. If it were just Melody’s offer you’d take it in a heartbeat– that's a lot of fucking money. But an indefinite amount of months, possibly years, of no bills to pay while you pop out and fuck in a few pups for two gorgeous rich people? It’s like something out of a porno. An offer like this is, quite frankly, too good to be fucking true. You should, realistically, decline these eccentric millionaires and their all-expense-paid breeding hiatus.
You don’t want to deal with one pregnancy. Let alone three. Sea dragons don’t have particularly rough pregnancies, but they still last ten months and involve incubating at least one, sometimes five eggs to a clutch.
You’ve watched educational videos. You know that shit can be weird. The ups and downs of pregnancy were never something you planned on experiencing, and you make enough money without this gig.
You’re better than this.
You’re not going to sign a freaky sex contract to fuck sexy millionaires with no strings attached.
You aren’t.
For real.
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Ah, hell.