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Open Skies, Smoking Guns(Myself x F R O S T)

The Dragon allowed her to explore him freely, allowing his shoulders to roll back and his wings to spread ever so slightly as she felt along the sensitive membranes. The majority of his wings were covered with strong silver scales, quite hard to the touch with very strong muscles underneath the skin and scale and only getting more sleek and nearly slippery while the scales grew larger and covered the wing. A Dragon's wings were fully functional limbs, and the way they wrapped around her she could see in the shade the large bony fingers that gave them shape. She would find while exploring those wings that while the wings themselves were quite rough, the membranes between the large 'finger' bones were almost velvet soft to the touch on the inside, covered in thousands of tiny scales that formed together into a single mirrorlike sheen, giving them an almost slippery metallic feel. These were one of the Drake's most prized assets, and they lacked a single scar on the inside and by his reactions to her touches they were actually quite sensitive in several spots!

He also had no complaints for the feeling of her breasts pressing up against his chest once he had removed her armor, the soft, womanly swells felt so much better against his naked chest, how they squished up against his firm body and showed that this girl did indeed have some curve. The way his talons moved, exploring her frankly delicious form indicated that he actually had quite a bit of experience with the body of a human female - it seemed that the canny dragon knew exactly where the sweet spots on her were and was exceptionally careful not to cut her shirt or especially scar her fair skin. He frankly did not mind the size or the lack of curves, actually, he liked women with a bit of firmness to them, to feel muscle pressed up against his body and strong legs to wrap around his waist while he was buried inside her. The Dragon grinned from the thought, if she was muscular she might have also developed some strong muscles in her abdomen, something he looked forward to testing. Mercury was certainly aroused and it was getting harder and harder to behave himself while she explored him and when her hands closed around his dragonhood under his kama he had to resist yanking the girl to her knees with his tail, instead just letting his talons tighten slightly around her toned belly he gently pulled while she pushed, pressing his clothed dragonhood right between her legs against her heat, only relenting to allow her to work on his kama, not protesting to her goal of stripping him. He also seemed to absolutely love it when she touched his hips based on the way his muscles tensed whenever his fingers rubbed that spot, especially that spot right above his kama (where there were some faint scars, indicating the dragon had once had a rough lover)

When she moved to unbuckle his Kama, she would find the garment was actually surprisingly difficult to remove. The belt and buckle had been specifically designed to resist the talons of a dragon, made of an thick and incredibly strong fabric that felt almost as tough as leather. The rest of the Kama was made of a very similar material, and was actually lightly armored on the inside! This provided a bit of weight to the flaps of the kama, designed as to not constantly expose the dragon to onlookers except when he wanted to, as much as he didn't mind the hungry look in the eyes of beautiful females, and *loved* teasing them. The Kama had also been pulled down even lower than he normally wore it, both exposing his hips, those kissable, tight muscles in his abdomen and of course that wonderful V that lead downwards to his inner thighs and the base of his shaft. Though it resisted, the Kama would eventually give way to her strong fingers, earning a chuckle and a savage grin from the Dragon once the buckle was finally undone, wondering if that nimble neko could beat that time. Luckily though it was likely she wouldn't notice this, as as soon as the buckle gave, the entire garment shifted and gave way, slipping down his hips and falling to the ground with a heavy thud and making almost as much a clatter as her armor did. It was hard to tell the signs of arousal in the Dragon for a human, they were subtle, an increase of the temperature of his breath, a subtle change in the smell of his exotic body, tensing of the wings and the muscles in his legs and ever slightly widening of his pupils... He bore no sense of modesty so he wasn't at all bothered by his nudity, only amused by her reaction to it.

His golden eyes followed hers down to the prize he had in store for her, the Kama has fallen and now pooled around his talons on the ground but more importantly the heavy weight ensured that his cock did not stop it. His hips were actually quite heavily scaled, having large, nearly polished plates along the sides of his hips to his legs, smooth plates of armor much like the scales that decorated his arms, legs, and shoulders. Those scales though got smaller and smother towards his rear and towards his inner thighs however, eventually giving way to soft human skin by the time they reached his manhood. Unsurprisingly the beautiful dragon had an even more beautiful cock and at full mast, it was a simply breathtaking sight. Her eyes weren't on him, but Mercury couldn't help but crack the cockiest smirk he had used all day, growling sensually and allowing his wings to flex further around them, focusing the light off of his reflective scales to focus all her attention on that glorious shaft. He stood well taller than any human men she had likely ever seen, slender and with the slightest curve to the shaft, a beautiful weapon, but of course was nowhere too large as she might have expected, but perfect for his humanoid size and seemingly perfect to fit into a needy woman's core and fill her to full, or down her throat. Underneath this shaft was his balls, everything she expected from the stories and more, full and heavy-looking but of course nowhere near grotesquely large.

"Do you like what you see?" The dragon emitted a purring growl, smelling her arousal on the air. His tongue flicked over his lips. He could taste her hunger. Oh it was far too late to turn back now, and mercury was oh so pleased with his new playmate, he couldn't wait to see what kind of skills this girl had, how far she could go before he had reduced her to a quivering mess. His talons moved, once again wrapping around her wrist and guiding it down to the base of his shaft. She would find that his cock was even more pleasant to feel than it was to see, the skin was silky smooth, scales around the base of his pubic mound only adding a nearly slippery feel where a normal human man would be hairy, the silky smooth shaft bearing an even more pleasant surprise. Should she squeeze that shaft she would discover that just under the skin were little ridges that could only be felt with a firm squeeze, ridges that almost seemed designed to pleasure a very lucky female and an inhuman part of his otherwise human-looking manhood.

Mercury didn't wait much longer to wait for her to explore his member, golden eyes shifting upwards and to the side and a sneaky grin touching his lips. A quick movement of his tail coiled it even tighter around her legs, wrapping even more of his tail around her upper thigh and giving an insistent tug downwards to try to get her to make that slip. Furthermore to convince her his tail moved while it coiled, bringing itself up between her legs slowly and insistently and dragging itself up and away, bringing those curved metallic ridges up against her heat and more importantly dragging them tightly over her cleft with a gentle but insistent pressure on her most sensitive spots for an intense, dragging pleasure to give those knees a bit more weakness and bring her a little closer to his formidable weapon.
 
The blonde supposed that it made sense that his wings would be armored, as the rest of him, in those scales. Having never properly landed a strike, she wasn't sure how effective they would be against weapons, or even if they'd be able to glance a blade(a thrust would be more likely to punch through, she assumed). That being said, it wasn't necessarily weapons that they were armored against, as airborne debris could be just as bad if you were flying, and the scales raised the chances something like that would be easily brushed off, lest he suffer from the catastrophe of interrupted flight. Still, as...not rough, but surprisingly armored most of his wings were, the inside, between the framework of his wings was almost like velvet, soft to the touch. Still scales, as far as she could tell, but far smaller ones, seemingly untainted by scar or wound. The icing on the cake was how he squirmed, giving her the impression that some, if not all, of the velvety parts of his wings were rather sensitive, and that was something she was going to delight in using against him.

Still, as enjoyable as his wings were to the touch, she was on a quest, as he would see when she began working on his kama, her soft breasts pressing against his uncovered chest. He, himself was soft, but not overly so, as he was in very good shape. It just wasn't quite the rough scaly texture you might expect, and she found herself pleasantly surprised. Less of a surprise, but no less pleasant was how skillfully he worked his hands over her body, clearly having experience with women, no doubt at least in part due to how damn gorgeous he was, but she wasn't going to stroke his ego further just yet by admitting that. She was certainly muscular too, and he would find some firmness as he explored, confirming that she was a capable warrior as well as a gorgeous blonde. Fortunately her shirt seemed plain enough, just in case it did come down to it being destroyed, though she might raise some protests. It would be hard to complain too much in the throes of intimacy with a dragon, however. Her skin was fair, and his claws might leave faint marks if he let them, something she saw no need to protest. They would feed relatively quickly, and as long as he didn't draw blood, there wasn't much risk of marring her. She gave a soft gasp practically right into his ear when his dragonhood pressed against her heat, letting her get a nice feel for his size, at least as much as she could through his Kama, and the arousal throbbing in him. To think, she was making him like this, it was a delightful feeling. Not that it stopped her from working at his kama, reluctantly moving her hands away from his hips, as she could feel both evidence of a previous battle(or bout of love), and how he tensed at the touch.

She was skilled enough with her hands, but no thief, like the neko, whose hands were smaller and more dexterous. While the little sneak might have little difficult undoing the dragon's belt, it was giving the warrior some trouble, though she didn't allow herself to grow frustrated, merely persevering in undoing the buckle and then the belt itself. There was no cause to pull the belt off entirely, as tempting as it was to tie the dragon down with it, and she would settle for getting it undone enough to tug his clothing off. The armor was little surprise, as it was sensible to protect yourself. She couldn't help but muse that with how mighty a spear Mercury seemed to have, the armor was probably as much to keep it contained as it was to keep blades at bay. He seemed content to sit back and watch, though him attempting to help would have probably only complicated matters. It did seem very controllable, as far as how much he exposed, and right now it was riding deliciously low, tempting her greatly to kiss her way down his chest and abdomen, down between his thighs. Eventually, even with those distracting thoughts, though, she managed to get it undone, letting out a soft little noise of victory as she worked open the belt. It landed at his feet with a surprisingly heavy noise, betraying the weight and armor in it, which only served to reinforce the fact that, as slender as he was, he certainly had some strength in him. Not that she could think on anything for long, as she inevitably found her gaze drawn to her prize.

Those pretty lips of hers parted in a soft, almost silent gasp as he was finally revealed, almost springing free of the heavy confines of his kama as it clattered to the ground. She took in the view, noting the heavily scaled nature of his hips now that they were fully exposed, the scales large enough, or at least continuous enough to look almost like plates, looking even more like armor, though she again wasn't sure entirely how well it would stand up to weaponry. She certainly didn't intend to find out, now that they were more or less on the same side. The next thing she noticed was that the scales thinned around around his member, which made sense. She had to assume that dragon females had softer spots as well(sitting on scales would not be pleasant, after all), and so while it would make them vulnerable, a more pleasurable mating would be beneficial all around. She wasn't going to complain, though, even if she had the mind to, she was a bit too much in awe to voice it, or any thoughts at all, really. Certainly she did miss out on the cocky grin he sported, though it probably would have set her heart to pounding had she gotten to view it. As it stood, the sight of his beautiful cock was plenty enough to get the blood pumping, and enraptured as she was, she scarcely noticed him focusing the light downwards on that shaft of his. There was no mistaking the fact that she was impressed, at least. He wasn't unreasonably large, but for his size, and particularly when compared to humans, he was plenty well endowed, more than enough to handle the blonde. Beneath his 'spear' hung his orbs, which looked wonderfully weighted with seed, no doubt full of cream and eager to have somewhere to put it, if what she had heard of dragons was on point.

"Maybe~" She replied sultrily, coyly, not willing to outright admit that she was impressed by the dragon's cock, but Mercury would hardly have been able to miss the signs, no doubt delighting in watching the warrior's reaction to the swift unveiling of his dragonhood. As a mercenary, she certainly had an appreciation for weaponry of all kinds, and, suffice it to say the dragon's spear(to call it a sword would be giving it too little credit, she felt) had caught the warrior's interest. It became readily apparent that she was still expected to stroke Merc's ego, though, as her hand was guided down to his stiff shaft, lightly wrapping a hand around it and dragging a finger slowly down its length. The smooth, hairless nature of it was fitting, as far as she was concerned, as with how slender and streamlined the dragon was, hair would have likely seemed out of place. She did give it a nice, firm squeeze, delighting in how solid, how powerful it felt in her grasp, and those ridges she discovered only promised more pleasure, an unexpectedly exotic twist to the otherwise human length.

The dragon had a trick up his sleeve, though, one she was too distracted to see coming. Not content to merely let her do as she wished, it seemed, he dragged that almost catlike tail between her legs, and she very quickly discovered that it was plenty firm enough to provide stimulation as it dragged across her sex, those ridges in particular making themselves known and leaving her weak in the knees, those pretty, parted lips letting slip a surprised moan. The insistent tug might not have otherwise worked, but with the poor blonde already weakened by the pleasure that had danced up her spine, the firm tug of his tail was enough to cause her knees to give way. Very quickly, she found herself face to face with that formidable weapon of his, allowing her to get a nice, big eyeful of it, up close and personal. "Oh, I see~" She murmured teasingly after she got over the initial surprise. Much to his delight, he would feel her hot breath on the tip of his cock, a promise of what might just be to come. "Am I to start as your squire?" She inquired, a question that he might not be able to immediately understand, but she very quickly cleared up any such confusion. "I suppose I can polish your spear before you use it." She decided. She was a proud warrior, but she was a worthy opponent, and there were far worse fates than to polish a dragon's spear for him. He would no doubt be for the idea, those wonderful, kissable looking lips so temptingly close, one good roll of his hips away from planting a naughty kiss on his powerful cock.
 
The Dragon's tool seemed to be perfect for pleasing females - it was not uprising really, evolution needed to give incentive to breed and with males being as rare as they were. His reaction to her giving his shaft a squeeze was also quite pleasant to boot, a shudder running through firm muscles and another languid stretch, watching her reaction from the action of his tail, and how she fell to her knees, now face to face with what he wanted to be her prize. Dragons themselves weren't too far off from humans, so the reproductive similarities made sense... more specifically, Dragons as they were today weren't always in this form, but legends spoke of great beasts capable of wiping out entire kingdoms, their ancestors, who took humanoid form to better interact with and breed with some humans, creating their species.

Those of course were old legends, and mercury was very young for a drake, he still had many years to live before he was worried about even becoming an Elder. Lucky for these pirates that he seemed to be in an exploratory phase. The Captain had picked him up when he was even younger, but in the eyes of a human he had not aged much at all. Her reaction to his tail's movements made him laugh, pleased to see that the appendage had a desirable effect on his opponent, his stance also changed slightly when she was on the ground, talons scraping across the ground to take a stance more amenable to her suggested action of polishing that lovely spear.

"Hm, I have never had a squire before" The dragon coyly replied, amused with her response of being almost mouth to head of that delicious looking cock. "And that sounds like a wonderful idea... give you a taste of your new position on the crew" He felt the breath on his member, and it sent a shivver of pleasure through him, a sign of weakness in the otherwise powerful combatant... of course it would be up to her to target this new weakness that he revealed... and of course he wouldn't let the opportunity slip by her... those kissable lips were just inches away from that delicious staff, and it wouldn't work at all to not take advantage of that situation. "Not many get the privilege of polishing this spear, I trust that you can do a satisfactory job." He feigned disinterest, badly, the purring growl was still deep in his chest and his arousal was obvious especially in the way his cock seemed to throb in her grasp. His talons moved from their prior position, positioning themselves gently on her shoulders to either side of her face. He wouldn't of course take advantage, but while she was still on the defensive he might as well take the lead. His hips moved oh so slowly, letting her take in his scent, which was stronger down here... laden with pheromones that could drive a female mind wild he wondered if she had done this many times. With that thought though he stopped worrying and gently moved his hips forward, talons gently but insistently guiding his cock towards her lips. The Dragon allowed several torturous moments to pass before The rounded tip soon kissed those closed lips of hers, the silky soft skin pressing up against her lips gently but insistently, inviting her to start polishing his spear at her own initiative. He would not go from there however, instead putting that cock right under her nose, pressing the tip to her soft lips and gently guiding it across them, allowing a single bead of his precum to touch them, spreading a slimy and surprisingly good-tasting touch to her lips. With that, he could only wait till she took initiative and went for it. "I look forward to seeing your technique" He added coyly, his voice taking on the most sensual purr she had likely heard from him today. He already loved the feel of those lips - he already had a bit of a weakness for the feeling of human mouths - they didn't have mouths full of fangs like dragons did, but instead had blunt teeth and soft lips, and his wings tensed in anticipation of her next move.

The Dragon then had an idea too, a bit of incentive. He struck an evil grin and allowed his tail to coil around her waist and around her hips, slowly constricting around her supple body and of course between her legs, pressing into her heat before slowly starting to drag back, rubbing each and every ridge over her core as she went to work, making sure to reward her for her actions as she worked.
 
She was observant, no doubt that, and while it was very difficult for her to tear her attention away from his dragonhood, she didn't miss how he had tensed up, watching the dragon shiver slightly when she had squeezed his tool, wearing a sultry grin of her own, now. She was very committed to this course of action, and every twitch of his body, every stretch of those wonderful muscles only reinforced her decision, glad she had been bold enough to help initiate this. Not that she had done it entirely on his own, he had clearly been interested as well, but it didn't seem likely he would have pushed the encounter beyond teasing had she no reciprocated so well. True that once the dragons were far from humanoid, so the legends went, at least, but humans, or elves, or whatever humanoid you pleased, proved very receptive to the advances of the mighty beasts when they shifted form, and so it had only been a matter of time being being so compatible was seen as a great advantage. Even beyond the substantial benefits of breeding, well, there were so many sexy girls out there, why would a dragon not take a form best suited to pairing up with them?

It wasn't easy for a human, particularly one who had very little interaction with dragons beyond reading old legends about them, to gauge their age, but if the blonde had to guess, she would have imagined that Merc was on the young side. He was slender, small(though no less deadly for it), and didn't possess the...stature, perhaps, one might expect from an elder dragon. That raised the question of just how much he'd grow, but, now that she was eye to eye with his weapon, she figured that a bit more length, or a slight thickening of his cock was possible without it becoming impossible to handle, though it was just as possible that dragons developed fully down there early on. Her eyes flicked downwards for only the slightest of movements when he changed his stance, adopting a slightly wider, more stable one, and in the process spreading his legs slightly, inviting her to slip between them, something she was plenty willing to do.

"First time for everything~" The blonde purred when he mentioned that had he never had a squire before. Part of the spoils of victory he had so readily won. It certainly would be her first time servicing a dragon like this, unsurprising as that was. Oh, so this was her new position? Well, as she drank in the sight of the dragon's powerful cock, she decided that being on her knees, eye to eye with Mercury's spear was not that bad of a position to be in. Not bad at all~. "Truly, I am honored, mighty dragon." There was no harm in paying him a bit of lip service, she decided, considering that she would very soon be paying him a lot more lip service. "I will prove myself worthy of this position." She promised, reaching over and forming a ring with the thumb and forefinger of one of her hands, wrapping it around the base of his cock. She wouldn't, and couldn't deny that she was very worked up right now. The spear hovering so close to her lips, the cocky, disinterested, casual attitude of the dragon above her, as if she should be honored to be able to service him. It certainly had her motor running.

As he slowly pushed forward, insistently guiding the tip of his cock to her lips, she pursed them, allowing him to enjoy a long, terribly perverted kiss as the rounded head of his spear pressed against them, allowing him to appreciate the pillowy softness. For such a fierce warrior, she certainly had a wonderful pair of lips, well suited to her work as squire, no doubt. She couldn't help but drink in his scent, the heady, intoxicating pheromones that seemed to leave her mind in a cloudy state of desire, more than willing to see through what he had started. The coating of precum applied to her lips was surprisingly tasty, and left a glossy sheen to them that resembled lip gloss, but from a far naughtier source. He wouldn't have to wait long, her tongue darting out to drag along the tip of his cock briefly, lifting it up slightly and then releasing it, letting it bob slightly in place as she sampled it as if it were a lollipop. Leaning forward, she allowed the head of his spear to slip between her slightly glossy lips, wrapping them firmly around him and suckling at his tip, her other hand pressed against his thigh to help brace her as she teasingly worked on the tip of the spear, tongue swirling occasionally around it as she looked up to meet his gaze, desire burning in them, both for more of his spear, and for approval from the dragon. The audible suckling would be augmented by a long, sustained moan that he would feel vibrate along his shaft at the unexpected contact of his tail against her sex, giving him a chance to feel just how worked up she was. My, she was already so eager~. As far as whether she had experience or not, it seemed unlikely that this would be her first time, given how readily she was proceeding, but it was hard to say just how much experience. None from a dragon at least, that much was for sure. At least not yet, she would soon change that, with Merc's help.
 
As Dragons aged, they matured - Males grew taller and their scales grew thicker and stronger. Really their appearance grew less human as they matured. Of course many due to the enterprising nature and dominance of the human species never really reached the venerable ages that they once did hundreds of years ago when they ruled the skies. The Dragon that had raised mercury from his young age he only had described to humans as "Auril" He was a truly regal creature, and Mercury always aspired to be something even somewhat like the drake he had considered a father, even though that father now likely lived many miles away or had taken to slumber like some of the older dragons. The male certainly was no child - his human age was still clearly in early adulthood, easily nineteen or twenty years old by the shape of his body and how developed. From her new position she could see that clearly... his hips were slender and his muscles were toned, the scales on his hips blended almost seamlessly with skin and were pleasant to her touch. Some Dragons had very sharp or jagged scales... but Mercury's scales were aerodynamic and smooth, especially the ones on his tail just before the scythelike blade near the end, only sporting ridges that just added a fantastic amount of pleasure as that tail dragged itself across her hidden sex.

He could see how much he was turning her on and that pleased him to no end, though he hid his satisfied reaction under a facade of indifference. While his cocky attitude was turning her on she was also turning him on with her reactions. The Dragon's attitude remained the same however, this was the role that was assuming for this 'game'... it wasn't really hard for him to act like he believed he was the Gods' gift to the world, he was a Dragon after all and it seemed to be an attitude the entire species had been famous for. While he pushed forward and she met him he did tilt his head to the side, letting his hair fall to the left. Oh for a warrior she certainly had such lovely lips, beautiful and full, and that lewd kiss forced him to control himself to remain as aloof as he could, still making those wings of his twitch and stretch and his lips pull back slightly in a smile, revealing those pearly white teeth (good oral hygene was rare in this business but dragons loved their teeth). The lovely female continued her service after the kiss though, much to his pleasure, though his eyes moved down to hers, allowing her to see directly into his golden serpentine eyes, only letting his head roll back moments after, a deep growl rumbling in his chest from the pleasure. Oh how he loved that feeling, and she was so eager! The Dragon was growing more and more excited, resisting the urge to rest his talons on the back of her head and encourage her to go deeper. She needed to take this at her pace after all, and he would enjoy every moment of it. The Dragon's shoulders rolled back a little bit and his smile widened before his eyes moved back down to meet hers, that grin turning cocky again. "Hm, for an amateur you aren't doing *that* badly" He lifted his hand and put a talon to his chin, allowing his tone to be as casual as possible, knowing it would drive her up the wall even though he was only barely disguising how impressed he was with her skills. "Mh, it does seem you certainly do have potential for this career, having a squire does seem to have its perks." The male continued almost as if he were considering keeping her, obviously not to insult, but to encourage her... he wanted to see her break that attitude of his, that would be even more satisfying than her subservience though he would enjoy that as long as it lasted at least in the meantime.

Mercury's smirk did not fade at all as she continued her work he took in a deep breath and held it. Oh she was good at this... The moan she gave made the dragon almost bristle too. His talons scraped against the floor by her knees, digging long furrows into the wooden floors of the brig. Above them it seemed that the floor was shaking, it seemed that the various members of the crew were returning with all their loot from the ship and their heavy bootsteps could be felt even through the thick materials and the floors above them. It was only a momentary distraction, but Mercury could hear several boarders coming down the steps towards the brig, and he had left the door open. Though he was sure everyone likely knew what he was doing with this newest recruit (as surely as everyone knew what the captain was doing with her poor little elf) he had no intention of being watched by gawking crewmembers unless they were females too. As they approached the dragon sprung into action. His talons left her shoulders, one gently running itself through her and grasping the back of her neck to encourage her to go just a little deeper while his wings moved to wrap around her, concealing her body from view. His tail moved again, dragging itself between her legs for the rest it's length before extending out and smacking into the door, slamming it shut just before the bootsteps could reach them. He didn't bother latching it, but the thick windowless door would at least dissuade any gawkers. "Mh... no need for an audiance for this" He said, glancing to the side and then smiling back at her, letting go with his talons and releasing his wings, smiling down at her.
 
There was no telling how accurate Mercury might be at gauging the ages of humans, or similarly human races. He had, after all, worked with them for a while, but that didn't necessarily mean that the details would be kept from escaping him. It became particularly more difficult when dealing with non-humans, who didn't age quite as quickly, or quite as clearly as humans did. The Elven mercenary for instance, looked somewhat young, but there was a very wide range of years that 'somewhat young' could cover. The neko, too, was a bit of an enigma there, looking to be rather young as well, probably only a few years out of adolescence, which would make sense, as she hadn't been on the crew that long, and maintained a relatively lowly position, for the moment. Admittedly, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, as it spared her a lot of scrutiny, but it had its downsides. At least from where Mercury was standing, though, he was getting to experience all the benefits of lower ranking crew members who were so very eager to work their way up, one mouthhful of dragon at a time. At any rate, this blonde, ferocious human wasn't quite as youthful, looking to have a good few years of experience behind her. Still a young adult, to be sure, but no mewling youngling, and certainly seeming no stranger to service like this, by the gods!

For all of her talk of legends, Mercury didn't much resemble all of the famous dragons of old. There was no mistaking the fact that he was draconic, of course, but he was slender, scales aerodynamic and not quite the massive, dominating form that some dragons were at least reputed to be. That didn't mean he didn't have it where it counted(between a certain blonde's lips, in this case), but he wouldn't really be smashing buildings with lazy swings of his tail, even if he was probably capable of accomplishing the same level of destruction if he put his mind to it. It stood to reason that dragons grew as they aged, as most of the legends were generally said to be about elder dragons, and the like, but to see that it was so drastic was surprisingly. Not to say there couldn't be a plethora of other contributing factors, but age definitely was one of them. Had the topic come up in conversation, there would be some temptation present to tease the dragon by claiming he wasn't eating his vegetables, but both of them had far more pressing matters on their mind at the moment, and the warrior's mouth was a bit too occupied to make comment.

Intentionally or otherwise, his indifference did seem a particularly intelligent route to take, as it left the frustrated warrior intent on breaking the facade of indifference, knowing full well that she had the skill to leave him squirming with pleasure, dragon or not, tough a target as he might have been. Arrogance was indeed easy enough to pull off for the dragon, a trait running through his blood almost as much as the almost feline mannerisms that seemed to arise in him, particularly when it came to his tail, and the almost rumbling purring that resonated from his core when he was pleased about something. That purring was likely to come up, for that matter, as the eager warrior, seeming hellbent on proving herself as his squire, gave him much to be pleased about. Whether those mannerisms were natural for all dragons was hard to say outright, given the variety in his species, and the fact that they didn't have any others for comparison's sake, but his relationship with the neko blooming only recently meant that it was improbable she had inspired such behavior. Really, depending on how one looked at things, maybe it was more accurate to say that felines tended to act like dragons? Certainly that would be better for the ego of dragons, if not that of felines.

While her gaze had dropped away, allowing her to focus on his slender, attractive hips of the dragon standing before her, the spear she was to polish largely out of view unless she crossed her eyes to regard it, and since she was more than capable of feeling it between her lips, she was content keeping her gaze forward, though after a moment she met his gaze once more, just in time to see his mouth open in a self-assured smile that radiated arrogance more than threat, which was fortunate, since a threatening dragon could be a terrifying sight. Instead, seeing a cocky dragon looking smugly indifferent left it less terrifying, and more exciting. He didn't seem impressed, or, rather, it would be more accurate to say that he was intentionally coming off as not-impressed, maintaining the character he had adopted. Well, she certainly didn't intend to disappoint him, though there was a fire in her eyes that promised that he should enjoy it while it lasted, as she was definitely going to reassert control. For the moment, though, she was willing to play the part of dutiful squire, at least until he got off on it. Ordinarily she might cut oral service like this short, but if what she had heard of dragons was anything close to truth, he would be plenty eager for more even if he gave her a nice, creamy reward for her work.

There was a very delicious duality to it, to having such a fierce warrior, which such obvious fire in her eyes obediently suckling at the tip of his cock. While Mercury might more appreciate a dominant woman, something he would no doubt be given plenty of without needing to wait that much longer, surely even he couldn't deny having such a mighty warrior as his 'squire', servicing him from on her knees. The idea of guiding her deeper definitely had its appeal, as no doubt he could find great pleasure in having those soft, pretty lips on the warrior brought down to his hips, and she would without question look wonderful with the entirety of his spear buried between them, but she might take offense. Then again, as a warrior, she might also just take it as a challenge, it was hard to tell. Either way, she either sensed his intentions, or proceeded coincidentally, inch after inch of that nice, thick, draconic spear disappearing between her lips, leaving his cock slick with her saliva and sucking strongly once she had settled deeper around him, pulling back until the tip of his weapon threatened to slip free and then sinking back to the previous depth.

She murmured some comment around him, though whether it was subservient, snide, or something else entirely, nothing of it could be made out, save for the vibrations it sent pulsing through his dragonhood, a good enough reason on its own for him to be interested in keeping her talking, or at least, trying to. Those plush lips turned teasingly pouty around his cock, all but begging him to reconsider his indifferent attitude. Of course, just as he was barely masking his pleasure, she was barely masking her amusement at their situation, though it was equal parts arousing, this little playing of roles that they had settled into. She did resist any urge to roll her eyes, though, even as the hand that was helping to guide his length slipped away, curiosity overtaking her, and gently fondled the heavy orbs that hung beneath his weapon, weighing them softly, as if to judge the amount of seed that swirled impatiently within, and giving him a very pleasant sensation along the way. Eyes flicked downwards to examine the marks he was making in the floor, wondering if one could track the dragon's conquests by looking at where the floor was scraped up, and how displeased that captain would certainly be at more damage being done to her precious ship. For her part, she was flattered that she could drive him to such lengths, and she rewarded him by allowing another thick inch of dragon cock into her warm, wet mouth, tongue working around him all the while, dragging along his underside and swirling around his spear, to be extra thorough in her polishing.

Her eyes flicked upwards, past his captivating golden gaze and to the ceiling, where she could hear crew moving around above them. It didn't really bother her, at least at first, as with a crew this size, there was no doubt that they would hear goings on from other parts of the ship, as time certainly didn't slow down or stop so that she could seduce a dragon like this. Or the other way around. She still wasn't entirely clear on which one of them had been more responsible for what was happening, and decided very quickly that sharing the responsibility was the sensible explanation. Of course, then she heard the footsteps moving to the staircase, which she knew from having walked it not too long ago came down to their level. Again, not a huge problem on its own, since she was relatively certain that the brig was soundproofed, even if the lewd noises coming from the somewhat sloppy blowjob wouldn't be very far audible anyway. The door had been left open, though, and while she certainly wasn't the sort to be overly modest about things like this, and most of the crew probably could have guessed what the dragon had in store for the blonde captive, there would be something a bit embarrassing about the crew seeing her servicing Mercury like this, as his squire, so eagerly sucking around his long, fat spear.

Fortunately, he didn't seem to intend to allow them to gather an audience, and she felt his talons lift from her shoulders as he sprang into action, though one hand moved to the back of her neck, encouraging the warrior to indulge the impatient dragon, who no doubt wanted to bury his spear entirely within her mouth. Well, she supposed she could indulge him, though that thought didn't get to exist for long, as his tail lashed out to close the door. Along the way, though, Mercury made sure to lavish with just one last bit of attention, and that made all the difference. The constant teasing had built her near a peak, of sorts, and between the thick dragonhood between her lips, pulsing and throbbing with constant arousal, and the risk of someone walking in on her kneeling before Mercury, bobbing her head up and down on his cock, she had been rather precariously hanging on the edge of climax, and the last, terribly pleasurable withdrawal of his tail from where it had rested beneath her had done it. Mercury would be unable to miss the signs, the warrior closing her eyes tightly, shuddering with pleasure and moaning around him with careless abandon, all but throwing herself forward, thanks in part to him urging her deeper. It wasn't quite enough to drive her to deepthroat him, but she was proving just how much of his spear she could take without using her throat, lips and tongue working around him as the scent of arousal filled his nostrils and she slowly recovered from her mind-numbing orgasm, looking up at Mercury with a slight flush and pulling slightly back, sucking strongly all the way, intending on letting him slip free of her mouth with a satisfying pop so she could catch her breath, panting enticingly and bracing against his thighs with both hands.
 
Considering the fact that it was hard to get an actual dragon to sit down long enough for study (Because they hated being studied almost universally it seemed) and because an autopsy implied that someone actually had to kill the creature in a way that left the body intact or were even able to kill the creature... It was indeed difficult to categorize a Dragon's relationship to species. They certainly were not cold-blooded, despite seeming to adore warmth, sunning themselves whenever possible they portrayed none of the effects of cold that actual reptiles did. (In fact, any observant crew member could note this, as it took *much* colder temperatures to get mercury to actually put on more clothing)

Some scientists could actually relate them more closely to felines than actual reptiles - it was mostly in the way they moved, but in most species it was little less noticeable than in the Quicksilver breed. Mercury himself was actually quite catlike in his attitude and movements, he was vain and often solitary, but as this blonde had learned quite liked being spoiled... His species were, though rare, also renown for the inability to resist chasing small creatures, generally catlike movement, explosive bursts of energy and long periods of sleep. Naturally anybody who brought this up would be (and have been) picked up and bodily thrown off the ship by an irage dragon. He certainly did not like being compared to cats. (Last time it took the captain almost too long to convince the young drake to retrieve the poor crew-member before he hit the ground)

Still, despite the occasional purr or a pleased swish of his tail, mercury certainly was glad he was able to keep his composure in this situation. If it weren't for his arrogant facade he might as well would have melted under the sensations that her blowjob provided. Her polishing sent little darts of pleasure up the dragon's spine, up his back and even tingling into his wings... it was a pleasure only humanoids were able to provide him and something he relished, as the poor floor could testify to. Yet she also seemed to be taking her time, as intent on enjoying that impressive length of draconic meat as she was in pleasuring him, not intent on milking him or getting him to climax as quickly as possible... this also ensured that the pleasure was welling up nice and slowly and that her reward at the end of this session would be... copious. There was also the mental pleasure of having a skilled warrior on her knees servicing him as if she were indeed a lowly squire, and tickling that ego was almost as efficient as tickling... well, other parts of him. During her service of course she would become intimatly familiar with the otherwise humanoid looking cock... It seemed fairly flexible despite its firmness and of course despite it's humanoid look as she suckled on it she would discover set of small ridges hiding right under the skin, ridges that when something was wrapped around it would stand out, making each outward draw of her mouth oddly pleasurable and of course it would not bring much to the imagination that it would leave a female squirming with pleasure in moments. Hiding this pleasure was getting more and more difficult as time went by and by the time that the dragon was forced to move to close the door he was already pretty close.

He moved mostly out of concern for his new squire than himself... on one hand the dragon did not terribly get such human innovations such as modesty and shame, given how he pranced around next to naked he seemed to enjoy being stared at and though he wouldn't mind awing the crew with his sexual prowess he had no interest in angering the captain, because if she was jealous chances were this new crewmember's position would get a tad more difficult and his reward would be much more aggressive. He was after all still pretty sure she thought him as *her* dragon despite her enjoying other crew members, like that elf... females... He did however move quickly and when his attention returned to his squire he was pleased to see that not only had he not distracted her, but helped her climax with that final movement.

Her orgasm had a couple noticeable effects on the Drake, for a start, the smell of her arousal soaking whatever undergarments she happened to be wearing made that thick cock throb in her mouth, an enticing droplet of precum surging out from the male's physical reaction to the smell. Dragons were a little more in touch with their primal side than humans were, so those pheromones furthered his switch to 'breeding mode' and instilled further desire to pick this woman up and bury his spear somewhere else warm and now very very wet. Luckily the civilized part of his mind was enough to instill patience, instead turning that desire into the more simple one to give this woman a reward for all her hard work... His body language did shift a little bit, those talons on the floor scraping as he spread his stance a little bit and allowed his back to actually press into the wall. The second effect was that when she finally did recover from her own orgasm and actually look up at him she would be greeted with what was probably the smuggest grin she had *ever* seen. The fact that he had brought the female to orgasm before she could make him reach his own climax pleased him to *No* end and he couldn't help the egotistical grin that touched his lips. It was an oddly attractive look on the dragon and likely even more shudder-inducing considering most of the cockyness that seemed to arouse her was feigned and this was certainly the real deal. He had worn a smile similar to this after he had dumped the mewling body of her boss onto the deck of the ship, it was his signature "I win" grin. That grin did fade substantially when she pulled herself onto him, his urging having its effect to coaxe her to throw herself forward. The smirk quickly turned to a grimace from the sensation, his cock almost vanishing into her heated mouth, not quite into her throat but still pretty deep, her moans vibrating through her and directly into him... That ALMOST drove the dragon off the edge. A shudder ran through his entire body and many muscles in his arms and more noticeably his tail and wings tensed and his cock throbbed strongly in her mouth. He was able to catch himself though, and recovered before she drew herself off of him with a wet pop.

While she was catching her breath, so was he. Mercury had spent this entire time controlling himself, but his control was starting to break. She could notice the signs in him from his more human attributes much more easily than the inhuman ones... he was also panting by this point, his breaths, far warmer than most humans, were short and hard, she could likely feel them almost as he looked down at her. During this brief moment of rest they he exposed just a bit more weakness, with his back pressed to the wall to keep himself from walling backwards there was nowhere to go either, a mistake he often made with the Captain. Behind him his tail has stopped moving and was beginning to straighten in the telltale sign that the Dragon was close. He purposely allowed a little more weakness to slip through, that smug look fading and being replaced with a blush. Blushing was actually kind of difficult, given shame and embarrassment were two concepts almst alien to the creature so he allowed the pleasure to bring about the reaction instead. His wings lowered and his tail went limp to even further portray via body language that he was now on the defensive... hopefully enough to convince the merciful warrior to finish him off. His hands moved, one of them staying where it was, bit allowed the much less pointy bits of his hands to rest against her smooth flesh while the other moved to brace itself against the wall. With her own hands braced against his thighs she could feel the soft and smooth dustings of scales there... they were quite warm to the touch unlike those of a reptile and while his hips did indeed posses more rigid scales that were more like armor his thighs did not...

Her skill was... impressive... most women in town couldn't get him off this quickly and the dragon did make a note to show her during one of these polishing sessions to show her some of the skills HE had picked up with his own tongue... as he was panting he even let a bit of that tongue slip. It was long and almost pointed, but quite flexible too...
 
Any scientists that were inclined to study Dragons had to be rather creative to get any worthwhile information on them, and even then, it was hard to verify that it was accurate. Sure, you could sneak close to take a look at it, but there was the problem that would arise if it awoke before you had slipped away, and, depending on how it was sleeping, there was only so much you would be able to tell at that angle. Distant observation could establish some patterns and behaviors, such as their resistance to cold, opting for less restricting and somewhat revealing outfits it seemed no matter the temperature. Sexual habits were also somewhat easy to study, assuming one could appeal to the dragon, but those who opted to study them that way were rarely in a position to make good notes of their results. It was hard to ask question of a dragon, after all, when your mouth was occupied with his dragonhood, and scientific thoughts were difficult to keep on the mind when said dragon had the scientist in question pressed up against the wall and was engaging in all sorts of distracting behavior.

Still, despite those setbacks, which didn't even cover those dragons that were solitary or violent, some progress had been made, some tentative connections established, and so forth, though time would only tell if much of it would be debunked as false later, or if any of the facts would hold up to scrutiny. The connection with felines seemed a relatively solid fact, for instance, as many of a Dragon's behaviors definitely bore some resemblance, but with the many types of dragons, verifying that such behavior held up across them was not easy. Still, when you were dealing with dragons, you had to take what you could get, whether that was a mouthful of Merc, or some basic facts on behaviors and attributes.

Though Mercury likely wasn't thinking of it at the time, the fact that he was doing so well at keeping his composure could very well prove beneficial, depending on just how well he got involved with the sneaky little neko that he had, if only temporarily, teamed up with. Cats certainly enjoyed cream, after all, and between her skilled tongue and penchant for staying out of sight, being able to maintain composure as if nothing was happening might just prove a valuable skill for the dragon. Still, it was hard to worry about any of that while his squire was working so dutifully before him, using the same instincts that drove her to find every weakness in battle to adjust her technique based on what she could tell Mercury particularly liked. Sensitive spots were focused on, tongue seeking them out even as her soft lips continued to drag along the shaft of his powerful spear, lewd noises punctuating every strong suck she gave. If she was to serve as his squire(and it stood to reason that on the crew, she might just end up in a similar position somewhere down the line), it was only right that she be intimately familiar with the spear of her warrior.

Besides, while she was a sucker for a nice, rough fuck, there was something undeniably intoxicating about sucking cock. Besides the admittedly arousing role reversal, of her being brought to her knees by a dragon and made to service him, which definitely carried a forbidden thrill all its own. While it was generally seen as a submissive position, and there were no doubt elements of that in their current situation, she did have some amount of control over him at the moment. She was managing his pleasure, working for every twitch of his wings, every lightning bolt that danced along his spine, every twitch or pulse of his dragonhood between her lips. She could finish him off now, if she wanted, or drag out his pleasure indefinitely, barring him deciding to make use of her mouth to finish himself off, which she certainly wouldn't be able to stop him from doing, if he were so inclined. It was hard to deny that there would be a certain appeal to him thrusting in and out of those pretty lips until he was done, but she was happy she was being allowed to take her time, to savor his taste, and the feel of such a powerful weapon between her lips.

The lone drop of precum beading on the tip of his cock would be left neglected for a long moment when it first appeared, as the blonde's orgasm was more than enough to distract her, temporarily keeping her from using her nimble tongue(though far less impressive than his, as she would see soon) to tend to it. As soon as she had recovered her senses, though, even as she began to pull off to catch her breath, her tongue darted out to drag along the tip of his spear, scooping up the precum and savoring the taste. While it wasn't likely to be a habit, if only because Mercury had to worry about the Captain and his other female admirers as well, she couldn't help but admit that if her position on the crew did involve servicing the dragon as well as fighting, with how pleasant the dragon's pride tasted, there were definitely worse fates. It would be scrubbing, that much was for certain.

Then there was that gods damned smug look on the dragon's face when she looked up at him, his cock pulsing impatiently mere inches from her face, eager to be finished off, but Mercury looked just as cocky and self-assured as ever, wearing a smile as if to say 'of course I got you off'. The only saving grace was that she had already gotten off, so another orgasm wasn't a quite immediate threat. It was hard to blame him, of course, considering the fact that he was getting a noisy blowjob from a proud warrior who seemed delighted to be servicing him(considering she had gotten off over it), but damn him anyway. Matters weren't helped by how much she could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks as she met his gaze, but mixed in with that smugness was a bit of weakness, which her senses caught onto immediately. He was close, and it seemed merciful that the squire finish her duties to the dragon, as adorable as it was to see him panting from the pleasure, that draconian tongue looking very capable of delivering plenty of pleasure of its own, when its time inevitably came.

She slid one hand to wrap loosely around his spear, giving it a few slow pumps as she finished catching her breath, ready to make one more attempt at finishing Merc off, now that she was done savoring the polishing she had been tasked with offering him. Hand moving back to his thigh, she leaned in slowly, parting her lips as she tore her gaze from his, and settled in on that big, fat, throbbing dragon cock, which looked so close to release. She wasted little time with getting back up to speed, lips closing around him in a tight seal, and beginning to work steadily up and down, now that his spear was already slick with pre and saliva, enjoying the fact that the scales on his thighs were comfortably warm, though she wasn't sure if it was of their own accord, or just the amount of heat radiating from his arousal. The heat on her cheeks could hardly dissipate as the noises she was making fell on her ears, serving testament enough on their own to the duties she was performing, redoubling her efforts to try to finish him off, heedless of the mess he would inevitably make when he finished up. While her mouth was quite occupied, he would at least get some final words in, assuming the pleasure wasn't too much for him, though it was up to him whether he wanted to warn her, or merely enjoy the last moments of his position over her with some good natured taunting. Or both.
 
Mercury couldn't help but shiver with pleasure seeing the look on her face while she recovered from her own orgasm and allowed his smirk go grow seeing the blush that had grown on her face as a reaction to his pleased expression previously. He certainly would have enjoyed a bit of role reversal, but there was certainly a twisted sense of pleasure from having this beautiful warrior on her knees practically worshiping his dragonhood like a squire dutifully serving her Knight... He was a Dragon after all and that ego made it so he could only enjoy this sort of service. Sure, Mercury wasn't much of a knight really... he did kind of look the part at least; with his elegant stance and natural armor, especially on his arms and legs. The Dragon COULD easily be a knight, with his armor and wings he would make a lovely knight especially clad in Sky Knight silvers and blues. It seemed that fate had played a rather twisted joke on this dragon, becoming a pirate instead of a knight... But, he wasn't complaining as long as this new crew member also enjoyed her new position on the crew, and that behavior promised many, many enjoyable sessions of polishing in the future. Mercury already was quite fond of this new addition, not many humans knew how to handle a dragon, especially ones that had never dealt with them before.

Despite her blush she went back to work in finishing her Knight off, and he couldn't help but release a hiss of pleasure upon feeling her lips seal around his dragonhood again, throwing his head back and letting his hair spill out behind him over his wings, which were in the process of pulling back tightly over them, pressing her nearly bodily into his legs while she worked to finish him off. He pressed his head into the wall, horns scraping along the strong materials of the wall. It seems that the brig had it's fair share of abuse already, nobody would notice a couple more scratches and gouges in the walls... If she were able to pay attention to her settings she might even notice other scratches... perhaps from previous conquests, but the presence of scorch marks implied slightly darker reasons... Dragons were known for their tempers and destructive tantrums, and such a room on the ship would eliminate most of the damage even a good dragon might do in one of these rages, if the captain let him out into the sky after all that fiery breath might be aimed at more... important parts. Luckily as he aged those outbursts would become more infrequent, very luckily as the concentrated breath weapon of his species could slice through sheet metal at greater ages. The continued blowjob earned a contented sigh from the mighty creature, one of his hands tightening it's grip slightly on her shoulder while the other planted itself against the wall. Hopefully she enjoyed this position, having the dragon pinned up between her and a wall, of course should that legendary temper rise there was the risk she might find just how deep that thick dragon cock could go into her throat. Luckily that wasn't the case at least this time as it seemed that the young dragon had vented most of his frustration on her old crew.

Unfortunately, no truly good thing could last forever and quickly the work of the skilled squire would have to be rewarded. The Dragon's own orgasm wasn't without its own warning signs and did not come suddenly... it seemed that the vaunted stamina of dragonkind was not as tall a tale as it seemed. However he could only resist the inevitable outcome of her fantastic performance for so long, his composure and act quickly faltering and shaking due to the skilled and noisy blowjob, only assisted by her attitude and her reactions to his constant teasing and playing. The buildup was swift enough given her skill and the signs were pretty obvious as the dragon quickly approached his climax. The talons on both his hands and his feet tightened their hold, his hands luckily moving away from her head to grasp desperately at the wall instead of their previous grasp on her neck and head, his silvery talons grasping at the metal and leaving nice long gouges in the wall and of course carving up the floor below. His body responded well before he could vocalize his pleasure, a moan slipping from his lips and his body pressing flush against the cold wall, only leaving so it could arch with pleasure He had the opportunity to taunt her sure, or even warn her, but it did not seem that his mind was set on either of those things. Instead his mind seemed more focused on maintaining his composure, though he was quickly losing it as his own climax crept up upon him.

His climax itself came almost without warning save for the sharp metallic screech of his claws gouging the walls and the sensation of those heavy balls tightening. Mercury threw his head back and gritted his teeth. If she weren't too focused on his cock she might even see that his chest was glowing in the dim light and more importantly a strong light was shining behind his teeth, the beginnings of one of those fiery streams that had previously carved a hole in her employer's deck. Luckily that wasn't the case, as that fiery breath became a stream of incense-smelling smoke out of his nostrils and she had to deal with a different sort of draconic stream. Avoiding putting a hole in the wall as pleasure streamed through him meant he couldn't warn her vocally, but his cock still throbbed and twitched in her mouth. With him in her mouth she could likely feel his cum surging through him before the first thick rope of nearly scalding cum erupted from his tip right into her mouth. The first surge came out as a thick rope right into her mouth, spattering over her tongue before settling into her mouth. It was hot and thick, with a unique taste that wasn't all unpleasant, having a... fresh taste one would expect from a silvery dragon, much thicker than a human's and seemingly substantially more virile. Should she swallow it it would also linger, scalding it's way down the throat and into the stomach. After that first jet came several more ropes of thick, hot dragon semen at a rate that would threaten to overwhelm a human mouth's capacity should she fail to swallow it. During this orgasm his talons moved, drawing long and deep gashes in the floor as one of his feet dragged back. That tail of his also thrashed, whipping the ground hard enough to dent the floor. His face while he came was actually adorable, a strong blush spread across his fair features, tinting his otherwise pale skin while those large golden eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his lips were pulled back to reveal a set of gritted and rather sharp teeth... His hair had also become a mess from his thrashing earlier and several strands of silver hair had fallen across his face. His attention was entirely elsewhere during that orgasm, but as it subsided (after about two mouthfuls) he once again opened his eyes and glanced at his squire, a unmistakably embarrassed look flashing across his features as he chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, My kind tends to be the quiet type" He apologized about the lack of warning sheepishly, wondering if she could even speak. "But, if I roared every time I am sure the captain would have my tail."
 
Certainly no small part of the appeal involving their current situation involved how readily she was stroking his ego(and something else, at that), and while she would continue to play the part of the fierce warrior that she was afterwards, it was a little refreshing to do something like this, to kneel before such a powerful creature and service his powerful dragonhood. He looked the part well enough, even if he wasn't particularly cut out to be one, thanks to his proud stature and glistening metallic armor he was endowed with. While she wasn't entirely certain one way or another, she was relatively confident that there had been at least a handful of draconic knights over the years, though mostly the less tempermental ones such as Mercury himself. Older or more aggressive dragons weren't really suited for the position, after all. For each Dragon knight, though, there were likely countless others who turned to less honorable approaches, most frequently taking what they wanted, but Mercury himself was proof that some could merely fall into groups of less honorable types. She certainly didn't seem to be complaining about her position(though complaining would be hard with his thick dragonhood occupying her mouth), and she had no dobut that she would be called upon in the future to ensure that her Knight's weapon stayed properly polished.

While they were no doubt capable of keeping him aloft, the blonde was surprised at how much strength was in his wings, though when she gave it thought, it made sense. She didn't need the encouragement, but the wings wrapped around her did help to ensure that she stayed close, dutifully servicing her knight to the last, which she had ever intention of doing. Who knew what luck had blessed the fierce warrior woman with such a soft pair of lips, but he was certainly enjoying the benefits, so he merely would need to thank his lucky stars. The other scratches didn't escape her notice, but it was hard to pin down their source, though with how attractive Mercury was, it wouldn't have surprised her to find out that she wasn't the only one he had put on their knees down here, but it also wouldn't be surprising to find out that the scratches were from less pleasurable causes, and that thought alone was enough to keep her from prying too deeply, though again, she had other things on her mind at the moment. If his temper ever did strike, or a mere penchant for mischief, she was very liable to feel just how deep that nice, thick cock could go, and she likely had the constitution to take such a thing in stride, but for the time being, her knight seemed more than content in letting her set the pace of her work. Not that the idea of a firm hand on her head guiding her deeper didn't appeal to her, but she had no doubt that there would be plenty of time in the future for such a thing.

This wasn't exactly her first time doing something like this, so she was not blind to the approach of his climax, though his stamina did make it hard to gauge exactly when it would come. Slowly he was growing less able to hide his pleasure, seeking purchase with those dangerous looking claws on anything in range and doing some damage in the process, though fortunately he had decided to shift his grasp to something better able to take the abuse. Tough as she might have been, after all, she was only a warrior. As tempting as it was to draw things out, though, she was eager to see him reach his limits, and so she certainly didn't slow her pace, each sign she picked up on only encouraging her to increase her efforts. Lips glided faster along the length of his shaft, tongue sought more readily the sensitive spots she had identified on that powerful dragonhood, her sucking grew stronger and louder, until eventually she could sense him on the edge of release, the generous amount of seed contained in his heavy orbs bubbling to the surface and ready to spill into his squire's waiting mouth.

Were they in a better lit area, she might have missed the glowing that accompanied his release, but the dim nature of the cell allowed her to catch it, even if most of her gaze was occupied by a certain Knight's weapon and his abdomen and thighs. She didn't immediately make the connection between it and his breath weapon, but the source of it being magical was indisputable, and had she not been occupied in handling the flow of thick cream, she might have been able to glance up and see the smoke blowing from his nostrils to lazily drift up into the air, or catch the adorable expression of orgasmic bliss on his face. Even if she couldn't see it all, there was no missing the noise from his claws gouging into the walls as his cock swelled slightly in her mouth, the warrior pulling back until little more than the tip was nestled between those full lips, that she might have more room in her mouth to accomodate what she expected to be an ample load, considering the heavy orbs hanging beneath the dragon's spear. As the first rope of cum surged from his length, she found the taste surprisingly pleasant, far more enticing than her previous encounters, though this proved to be a double edged sword. While she savored the taste, not to mention the uniquely high heat and how thick and virile his seed was, he continued unloading into her mouth, and she quickly found herself overwhelmed.

Mercury would have little cause for complaint, though, as the view of her on her knees only got better as she pulled off of him with a perverted 'pop', closing her eyes and and swallowing the first mouthful of his cream with a gulp, the rest arcing across her face, some clinging to her lips, and much of it slipping down to rest on her chest and making a mess of her, though the terribly naughty appearance it gave her wouldn't likely be lost on the dragon. Once he finally finished, she leaned forward like the dutiful squire she was, suckling idly on the tip of his cock and letting her lower lip work to coax out the last of his release, blinking her eyes open to survey the scene properly, catching for the first time his unkempt appearance, his strong blush, and his embarrassed look, finding it far more adorable than it had any right to be, particularly in the light of the afterglow. "Your squire should be able to contend with surprises." She pointed out, excusing the lack of warning, as it hadn't really been possible to miss the signs of his approaching orgasm. The mess was more due to the unexpected qualities of his seed, more than the lack of warning. She dragged a finger through some of the seed she had missed, suckling it idly off of her finger, shivering at how the heat felt against her skin, and even through her clothing. Clearly this simply meant that his squire needed more practice in the future.
 
The drake couldn't help but admire her actions even in the light of his afterglow. Those eyes of his watched her dutifully swallow down his seed. She did certainly try to get it all but it seemed she was not quite ready to handle an ejaculation of that volume. No wonder, Is she had bother swallowing the seed of a human in the past (which tasted nowhere as oddly pleasant as a Dragon's) it was likely she hadn't expected a volume. As she swallowed the Dragon couldn't help but wonder if the thought had crossed her mind, what would that seed feel like splashing against the walls of her most sensitive places, filling her womb with such virile heat... He smiled as his body slowly recovered from the high of his climax, still abuzz with pleasure from both watching her try to swallow his seed and of course when she did fail and he was treated with the simply wondrous sight of his squire receiving a much-deserved facial. His rather embarrassed look faded and was replaced with a mischievous grin when she spoke to him again after suckling the rest of his seed away and cleaning him up like a dutiful squire should do. "I guess its a learning process" The young dragon chuckled, allowing his hands to move from their position on the wall. He had done some pretty serious damage, and actually felt a bit sorry for the poor crewmember who would be required to patch the holes that he had left in the decks. In general he felt bad for the poor fools maintaining the floorboards of the ship... the upper decks thin metal coverings in places where it was okay for the Dragon to walk where his talons wouldn't damage anything, but waxing only postponed the damage he could do. His talons left the holes they had carved in the walls and his fingers gently moved from their places along the walls to caress her face, one of his talons gently moving through the splatter of his essence that had landed alongside her face, both gently smearing it alongside her fair skin and picking some up on his talons, bringing it to her lips for her to savor. "You know, they say that if you massage that into your skin it helps preserve beauty. Plenty of princesses might endorse it." He grinned. "Good for you to swallow, no wonder, it did come from a Dragon after all."

From the look on his face, he did not intend to stop with just gracing the warrioress with a bit of his seed, he planned on giving her a bit more. The Dragon relaxed all six of his limbs, allowing his wings to fold onto his back and kneeling. Before he did though he gave her another opportunity to come face to face with that spear of his. Oh he was still ready for another go. His grin turned sensual and those golden eyes focused on hers, then wandering down her slender form. That grin didn't go away and the dragon shifted, more intent on exploring her still clothed body. Both of his hands moved down, smoothing down her flesh and gently running those sharp clawtips down the skin of her neck to her shoulders, then those clothed breasts of hers. The Dragon amused himself by gently placing his claws over one of those full mounds and gripping lightly, testing her firmness while his other hand slipped down her belly finally between her legs. He had to crouch to be at her level here, his own still-hard member now loose freely resting in his lap. He ignored his own desires for the time being in order to explore the body of his squire getting a supple feel for her and finally dipped his taloned hand into the wasteband of her now rather soaked pants. Unfortunately just as his talons slid over her pubic bone to reach that most sensitive of places between her legs there was a knock at the door. The Dragon straightened, his hand still dipped into the wasteband of her pants. At first the drake ignored the knock, an irritated look appearing on his face while those talons curved around her pubis to run a single claw along the sensitive cleft hidden underneath the cloth before he was forced to withdraw by another insistent knock, his irritation at being interrupted in this important task evident on his face... damnit, he wanted to see if he could get her to climax a couple more times before showing her how pleasurable it was to actually mate with a Dragon.

Mercury released an irritated grunt while the pirate on the other side of the door knocked again and again, refusing to leave. The dragon withdrew his talon and stood with one fluid motion, running his tongue along his talon sensually as to taste her juices before leaving her be, likely looking as disappointed as she felt. He gathered up his Kama and carefully reequipped it, fastening his belt before he strode over to the door and opened it, standing in the way so the young pirate on the other side couldn't see his new squire in her current state. "What?!?" The dragon's impatient tone made the boy take a step back, intimidated. The dragon's handsome face was stricken with that irritated look, and luckily that distracted the young human from whatever he had been doing to his captive prior to he frankly rude interruption. Also luckily humans had an inferior of smell as well as most of their other senses, so from this distance he couldn't smell the seed that had partially coated the young woman inside the room. The boy was also a blonde, and he snapped to attention when confronted with the ship's terrifying secret weapon, shaking a little from his sudden and violent reaction to his interruption. Goodness knows he didn't want to anger a bloodthirsty Drake so soon after he had tasted blood, not knowing at all that the dragon had already been relieved of todays stresses by that lovely warrior. "M-mercury sir. The Captain is calling for you. Shes finished interrogating that elf and wants to speak with you immediately!" Mercury shot the boy an incredulous look. "Shes already done? Elves must not have much stamina" He chuckled and sighed, allowing his irritation to vent before glancing back to his new squire. "Looks like we will have to resume your training another day young squire" He turned his head back to her and licked his lips, shooting her a grin before stepping out and leaving her with plenty of time to clean herself up in the now unlocked brig while he walked impatiently away and sent the deckhand to his duties.

It wasn't difficult to get out away from the brig... there were some crew members gathered nearby, likely trying to listen in just in case mercury did something crazy, but they dispersed as soon as the dragon paced through. If the Captain wanted to see him it was entirely likely she was still feeling the rush of battle as well and wanted to use him to vent some stress... Really he was fine with that, especially if he didn't get to properly introduce their new female to her role. He tucked his wings in close so they wouldn't get caught in any of the doors and headed up a set of stairs to the deck, emerging into the bright sunlight and taking a moment to breathe in the fresh air and enjoy the sunshine on his wings. Mercury loved the sun, neatly as much as he loved flying, he adored the feeling of those warm rays soaking into his wings and it was in fact partially the sun that fueled his own potent breath weapon. As soon as he reached deck he couldn't help but pause and stretch his wings out, sighing contentedly before refurling them and continuing his quest. It seemed that most of the crew had already finished unloading cargo onto the ship, including the items that mercury had claimed (they wouldn't want to sell furniture with clawmarks after all would they?) He chuckled and strode across deck to the cabin that belonged to the captain, up yet another flight of stairs past the galley and storage and finally to her door. The dragon hesitated in front of the door, wings twitching as he listened for noises inside before he knocked and waited to be invited inside.
 
Indeed, it was to be expected that his squire might have a hard time handling her full workload until she had time to get used to how ample a responsibility it was. She had certainly put forth a stiff effort, to her credit, but it was a lot to swallow, and that meant that handling such a thing on her first try was unrealistic an explanation. As for past experiences, while lip service wasn't something she often paid others(nothing inspired like a dragon, apparently), she wasn't entirely new to it either, and her past experiences were at least sufficient enough to paint Mercury in a comparatively positive light both concerning the mess he had made and the surprisingly pleasant taste of her reward for the dutiful work she had put in. Given how aroused she was already, it would be all but impossible for such a thought not to have crossed her mind. At the very least, she had considered what his impressive spear would feel like buried to the hilt within her, as the dragon, and most dragons, she had to imagine, had the strength and stamina to make such an experience extremely...memorable. The damage to the brig would have to be treated carefully, of course, as any structural damage might provide an opportunity for someone confined within to take advantage of, but it was at least not a critical part of the ship, and damage was expected, both factors contributing to it being annoying rather than difficult to patch up. What could one expect when a dragon was aboard? The blonde didn't respond immediately to his chuckled comment about the learning process, instead leaning in to gingerly wrap her lips around the offered talon, cleaning it of his seed in a manner very reminiscent of how she had, not that long ago, been handling his weapon. "Practice makes perfect." She grinned after she popped off of him, licking her lips to scoop up any that she had missed. Admittedly, rather like the Captain, her preferences for sex were more...direct, but even if not from her, it wasn't likely Mercury would want for a pair of lips to tend to his dragonhood for very long while aboard the ship. "And a rather impressive dragon, at that~" Whether he personally had much experience with young, shapely royalty or not, the reputation of his kind was clear enough so she didn't doubt that many princesses would endorse such a use for a dragon's seed.

As he knelt, it was impossible not to get a nice eyeful of the dragonhood once again, a view that the warrior had no intentions of complaining about, though she did briefly marvel at the fact that he seemed just as stiff as before, paying testament to the rumors of draconic stamina with his body's refusal to lose any of the throbbing arousal she had helped stir in him. Between his sensual grin and the feeling of his hands running along her clothed body, another shiver coursing through her was all but inevitable, tried as she might to suppress it. A particularly noticable reaction was coaxed out when hhe found her breasts, which couldn't quite compare to the Captain's, or the busty catgirl he had worked with, but were sufficient enough to toy with(among other uses that could likely be devised), and proved to be nice, perky, and firm in his grasp, the blonde unwilling to sit idle and instead reaching out to delight in his own firmness, particularly his chest, but also down below, teasingly brushing at his member to confirm that he was still very eager to go. Focusing on providing attention was difficult when his hand slipped inside of her pants and began brushing along her, and she slightly spread her legs to invite his attention, hands moving to his shoudler and seriously considering jumping him then and there. Unfortunately, then came a knock at the door, which caused a jolt of surprise to run through her, though she proved ready to ignore it as a soft moan rewarded Merc's continued attentions, up until another, insistent knock followed. Gods damn whoever was interrupting them! There was some consolation in the fact that he looked just as irritated at being interrupted, but it hardly made up for the loss of attention, the blonde withdrawing her hands to allow him to rise and see who was at the door. Likewise, seeing him lap at her juices slightly made up for him pulling on his kama again, denying her a very pleasant view, but impressing her at how it managed to contain his dragonhood so readily. She tried to make herself decent as well, taking advantage of the obstruction Mercury was providing to keep her out of view, though she was hardly ashamed of what they had done together.

While some aboard the ship, chiefly the females lucky enough to have caught Mercury's attention at one point or another, considered a visit from the dragon to be a blessing, that view was not shared by all. In particular, the enemies he fought on the field of battle rarely appreciated the fact that they were coming into contact with a dragon, sexy, noble, or otherwise. Among the crew, this was largely reserved for jealous, and for those unfortunate souls who had to deliver bad news, or otherwise interrupt, their secret weapon. The blonde boy at the door was one such soul, considering the presence of the dragon unfortunate if anything, painfully aware of how swiftly the dragon could end him if desired. At least he had the sense to show proper respect, and the...stress relief the warrior had offered didn't hurt matters, either, no doubt. Said warrior had little time to do more than wave goodbye to Merc as he made off for the Captain's, the blonde boy likely just counting himself lucky that the dragon was moving along, snapping off one last salute before retreating to tend to his own duties. On deck, things were still moving along smoothly, looking like much of the cargo had been loaded onto their ship, though there was still a slow trickle as additional goods or overlooked crates were brought over, with no sign of the catgirl that he had gotten partnered up with. Likely still busy picking through the ship for loot, making sure nothing was missed before they shipped off. At any rate, his goal was elsewhere, and if any crew members failed to move aside, it was more due to preoccupation than a lack of respect.

Finally he made it to his target, a familiar enough door thaht he passed through often enough. There was an overlook down onto the main part of the ship that one could step out onto from her quarters, but she was not out, given that she had already made her speech and the crew was presumably moving swiftly and competently enough that no further guidance was needed for the time being. When the dragon arrived, he would hear little enough through the door, which wasn't entirely soundproofed, which likely meant that any interrogation of the elf had ceased already. As such, he wouldn't have to wait long after he knocked for the door to open to permit him entry, a small amount at first so that the good Captain could verify that it was him at her door, and then it was opened fully as a silent invitation to enter. Once he was inside, the door would be closed behind him and the Captain would walk over to the far side of the room, leaving Mercury with ample time to appreciate the way her pants hugged her curves, as her coat had been discarded, hanging near the door. The Dragon was likely keen enough that he would notice some smudging of the crimson lipstick she wore, and the fact that her top was slightly askew, showing more cleavage than normally, hinting it had been pulled on only recently. Clearly the interrogation had been going well. As if sensing that such suspicions might arise, the Captain finally turned to regard him, wearing the same self-assured grin that he sported so often. "Have your fun with your prisoner?" She inquired, the twinkle in her brown eyes implying she certainly had with her elf, cocking her hip to one side and resting a hand on it as she looked him up and down, clearly appreciating the view, as she always did. There was little doubt what he was there for, but she didn't see any reason to rush into things. "So, anything to add in your report of the battle?" She took pretty much anything and everything on that front. Critique or praise of crew, assessment of the enemy, of the plan, etc, etc. Just because he had a big dragon dick didn't mean he wasn't good for anything but that.
 
It was a truly good thing that the dragon had some time to calm himself as he made the long walk from the brig to the captain's cabin. He had left the newest member of their crew time to recompose herself and taken the route slowly to ensure he had time to do just that too, running his talons over his kama first to clean them and then through his hair to straighten it, wings slowly expanding to ensure that he both caught a breeze to cool off and of course to send any crew members in his path scattering away from him. Normally he would take even more time, but being both irritated and aroused made his pace just a little more brisk and had a slight effect on the clawmarks he made on the wooden deck. If he was angry, or more aroused, the poor floor tended to reflect his attitude, much as it had much earlier in the brig when he was gouging holes in the walls and lashing the door with his tail, but he had the excuse of simply being unable to control himself when in an act of passion. He was young after all, and those urges were exceptionally difficult to control, discipline wasn't his strong suite at all. The dragon did however enjoy being outdoors, the cool breeze easily whisked the smell of an aroused female away from him and made it easier for him to concentrate versus being focused on what he was missing and the cool breezes hit the membranes of his wings and helped cool his body down from the rigorous activity he had been readying himself to engage in.

Finally he opened the door and stepped through, waiting impatiently for the captain to speak to him before he progressed. His breed did not do authority terrifically well and it took a while to get Mercury to comply with orders, but he respected the captain, one of the reasons why he followed her in the first place. The other... well, those curves spoke volumes and dragons were attracted to strong females like little else. She knew how to work with her appearance and hold men in line with force, both traits the young dragon appreciated. As he aged of course his lineage would become stronger in his personality, but at the young age he was quite... well... flexible. The dragon noted all the fine details in her appearance, the indications that she had done well in the interrogation of the elf. Of course he smirked when he saw this, that superior smirk of his as the thought flickered through his mind that she might not have been as satisfied as she could have been from the pretty elf boy, and had called the drake to satisfy her.

The drake's talons lifted slightly while he walked, trying his best to minimize scratches while walked further into the room, his wings folding up as tightly as they could and his arms unfolding to gesture with a talon back to the brig, a smirk touching his handsome features, indicating to her that he had indeed had some fun with his prisoner. "I can say I made a good argument" He chuckled. "And it seems like she is on board. We've earned ourself at least one good crewmate" And an even better squire for a knightly dragon, though that had quite a bit of impact on his appraisal. He obviously said no more about her squireship and the fantastic job she had previously done polishing that beautiful draconic spear, but from the scent in the room he wasn't alone in having fun with his prisoner.

The tip of his swished slightly and eyes turned up to think about the events of the battle, a talon raising to his lip to assist his thought. "Hopefully the boys pulled some good loot from that ship, the Greenbacks almost caught us by surprise; which means that either that merchant was carrying something important or that we are a bit more notorious than we thought." He chuckled, based on the screams and sobbing of the merchant as his arm was snapped at the elbow, weakling. "Other than that, I was unimpressed by the Greenback strategy, a few of their men fought well but I slaughtered their men like calves" His grin turned a little vicious at that and he turned his thoughts to something a little less violent. "I would also like to note that my 'partner' for this raid, the catgirl, deserves an accolade" He moved, tugging at the tightly tied bit of her shirt that was wrapped around the only injury he had sustained in the assault. "Shes a good shot, kept this bullet from ending up somewhere important." The wound from the glancing shot had already stopped bleeding and was well on the way to healing. He left out the incident that had ended with her topless though he still found the thought of her wearing, and enjoying his shirt endlessly amusing. "Thats all I have for that"

His wings shrugged and that thoughtful expression turned partly cocky and partly suggestive. He took a couple of steps closer to her. "Anyway" He was still fairly aroused from being pulled away from the blonde before he had a chance to claim her fully. His eyes narrowed slightly. "I do believe you also owe me a prize for claiming that merchant" He smirked once more and one of his talons scraped the floor. She knew his tells, when he was aroused, when he was angry, he spoke with his body more than he spoke with his mouth after all, and those twitches of his claws and of course the slow waves of his tail meant something far more than the little gestures would normally tell.
 
Few of the crew had any desire to get in his way normally, but with the purpose that seemed to infect each step of his stride, they all had the good sense to move out of the way. If they knew he was heading for the Captain's quarters, that certainly had a bearing on their haste, but without asking them, it was all but impossible to know if such knowledge was being factored in or not. The claw marks, at least, were nothing new, though the reaction of some of the crew members who observed them seemed to indicate that they would be the ones stuck with patching the deck up. Fortunately he didn't gouge deeper, or the ship would begin to look very patchwork, very fast. As it stood, they could at least keep it looking nice, for whatever that was worth. Were it not for the distance, some of the crew had sensitive enough a sense of smell that they might have caught the arousal on him, but as it stood, it went unnoticed. Even in the aftermath of battle, there was still plenty for the crew to do, after all. Casualties needed to be tended to, loot stored away, and the other ship prepared for destruction. Had the merchant cooperated and surrendered, had it not been a Greenback ambush, then maybe he would have been allowed to keep his ship intact. As it stood, though, they had taken losses, they had fought tooth and nail for the ship, and they had been forced to deal with the authorities. All unpleasant, and none earning mercy for what would soon become a sinking hulk of scrap.

The fact that Mercury was so iffy on authority was one of the reasons that the Captain was so fond of him, a fact he had no doubt picked up on by that point. After all, as she had proven with the Elf, and others as well, she could have any male on the ship that she wanted. Most of them, however, were too worried about getting in trouble and submitted passively to her instructions. Merc, on the other hand, knew that he could get away with pushing his luck, and that just got the sexy redhead even more fired up, knowing that she had to work for his cooperation. She was very curious just what age would do to him, but she wasn't in any hurry for him to get older. What more could she want, beyond a young dragon with a large cock and the ability to practically sweep clear the field of battle on his own? His gaze was noted, particularly where it lingered. Admittedly, that was no doubt partially to note her unkempt appearance, but she suspected he was ogling as much as observing.

His smirk was matched with one of her own when he began walking lighter in her room. Good, he had learned that lesson well enough. She was forgiving of damage, but her quarters were understandably dear to her, and the better condition they were kept in, the more he was invited(or really ordered, but details) to visit. "No doubt." She chuckled, glad that he was having fun with the prisoner that had been given to him. Given her useful nature and attractive appearance, the Captain suspected Merc had gone easy on her, but that was his business. "I thought you might be convincing." She hadn't known for sure that he would try to recruit, but more competent members on her crew were always welcome, and as a Merc rather than a soldier, loyalty would be less a concern.

"Yes, that was an unpleasant addition to the battle." She scowled at the reminder that the soldiers had appeared, and had done some damage, tragically. Losses were light, but with a couple crew unlikely to recover, and several more injured, she wasn't entirely thrilled with the outcome. That was why having the warrior aboard was such a relief, and the elf would be likely to join up as well, if she didn't return him for a ransom. That was assuming that his mercenary company would want him back, and without his female companion. She would burn that bridge when she got it, though. "Loot is promising, at least. The merchant was well stocked, which partially explains the soldiers." In their defense, they could hardly have expected to face a dragon, but she wasn't looking to take their side or respect their prowess. "Is she doing well?" The Captain seemed genuinely surprised. "I had her pegged as trouble." Thieves, when improperly directed, often were. "Maybe it's good you take her under your wing, so to speak." She couldn't help but grin at the literal nature of such a comparison. "Not that I expect you to babysit her. I'll see about getting her moved up from the more menial duties." Strength wasn't exactly the neko's forte anyway, so finding her skills better use would be easy enough.

"Do I?" The scarlet-haired girl asked, feigning a look of ignorance and seeming as if she was racking her brain for any such promise. She nodded slowly, looking him over. Even his wound made him look only more rugged, more fetching, and she was cursed with knowing just what hid away beneath his kama. It would be dishonest of her to say that his powerful endowment didn't factor in to her fondness for him, but he certainly wouldn't be so favored if that was all he had going for him. "I suppose I do." She nodded, hands moving to his shoulders and turning him so his back was to her comfortable bed, guiding him back towards it. "You should consider yourself lucky, Merc~. Few get this sort of experience." She intended to be on top, of course, and it wasn't as if he got this privelage only rarely, but she could hardly go without toying with him, could she? "Hardly prey worthy of your talents, but such is life out here, and still an important catch."
 
"You know better than most how convincing I can be" Mercury straightened slightly and his smile bore those glistening white fangs of his while the captain approached him, and listening to her state her piece on both the battle and the performance of the little neko that had joined him and served as his partner during that raid. The Dragon never ceased his smile, especially when he learned that the captain planned to have him take the young thief under his wings, a premise that made him snicker and extend one of his wings as if to display that he had plenty of room, not that he doubted that the catgirl would mind the opportunity to get that close to him and his intoxicating scent again. The way she had reacted already had the dragon a bit riled up, and the image of her enjoying the scent in that covering tickled his ego like no others.

"Mh, shes a capable one, a good shot too" Granted he didn't exactly let her use her thiefly abilities during the raid as it would have detracted from his own opportunity to show off. He glanced over at the reflective membrane of his extended limb before returning his vision to the captain, relaxing his posture and allowing his tail to support his weight. The display was mostly to show that the irony was not lost on him but also to show off his physique. She was canny to his tricks, but at the same time he was to hers, and they stood on even ground, knowing exactly what got the other ticking. The result was a fascinating game of cat and mouse to see who could get the other more aroused first. To be fair, she usually won due to his own instincts and her high will, and to to be even less biased, the drake had already determined to make her take responsibility for pulling him away from the warrior just as he was about to rock her world. He already had images of her wrapped around him as he held her against the wall, plans to enjoy her toned body that now had to wait till the next convenient opportunity.

The Captain moved slowly to position her prize carefully so his back was to the bed while he was distracted with his own hormone-driven fantasies, and ignoring most of the details that didn't include him or his own gratification (as always), likely to be ignored in itself. Egomania or just egocentricity was a trait shared by all dragons after all, and figuring out how to manipulate them was a simple matter of using that factor to their advantage. This of course was if said human or other race could get through other shared traits such as aggression or pride, but these pirates had a young one, fortunate for them. The dragon's eyes narrowed towards the end of her statements, and his tail began to slowly curl near the tip, indicating he was paying attention to her and amused. One of those slender eyebrows slowly rose and eyes narrowed, lips spreading into a sensual grin. "My dear captain" The drake began, a rather sensual smile "You are calling me lucky?" That slender, bladed end began to twitch, indicating playfulness. Any indication that she was talking about anything other than bedding her went straight over his head, horns and all, if she meant participating in a successful raid or being surrounded by female admirers or more submissive males that allowed him to flex his metaphorical and physical muscle or any other event that he might consider good fortune he didn't particularly care, as that secondary brain had more or less taken over by this point. He took a half step closer to her, less than subtly allowing her to press against him if she so desired. "How many humans do you think get this close to an adult drake and survive the experience" Tail twitching slowly intensifying with his own heartbeat, should she be close enough to realize it. "Much less have it end as... positively as this liaison might"

One of his hands rose to brush talons against the underside of her chin while the arm looped around her waist. She likely saw what was coming by this point before those wings spread and he gripped her tightly to his body, simultaneously securing her and giving her a nice close hold to inhale his scent while his wings wrapped around the two of them tail lashing to the side and pulling, gravity doing the rest as he pulled the two of them backwards into a controlled fall onto the bed, his wings out of the way and no worry about either one of them being introduced to the sharper scales or ridges of his wings or tail. The Captain also had a marvelous bed, far better than the one Mercury kept for himself, if for the only reason that he would shred such fine fabrics when he slept, and the sensation of it enveloping him when he landed was lovely, followed by the captain's weight and all of her own plush places pushing up against him.

Now he was precisely where she wanted to him to be, sprawled underneath her with one arm around her waist and wings unfolded to lie against the soft fabric of the bed, silvery hair now everywhere giving him a very wild and ungroomed look and of course head tilted to letting his horns tear into the bed, of course a smile on his lips and body relaxed to allow her to do what she wanted to do.
 
"You're better off not arguing with a dragon." The Captain chuckled when he mentioned being persuasive, knowing well enough just how convincing he could be. Ah, she loved seeing him display those fangs of his, it reminded her of how fierce a beast she had to warm her bed at night. During the day, too, for that matter, and sometimes in the morning if she was particularly ravenous that day. He did earn a roll of her eyes when he held out his wing to demonstrate that he had more than enough room to fit the neko thief within its protection. Not that the Captain would make any such scandalous a suggestion, but if Mercury was still the ladies' magnet that she thought him as, she half-suspected the neko thief would be kept busy beneath his wing. It would take balls to have another girl besides the Captain, whether or not Scarlet would care, but the Captain could very much attest to the size of Mercury's. "At least not without some persuasion of your own." She added, forming a wide circle with her hand and bringing it up to her mouth, mimicking having Merc's length wrapped in her hand and being guided into her mouth.

It was good to hear, teasing aside, that the neko was proving herself to be capable, assuming that wasn't just Merc being fond enough of the girl to lie on her behalf. The catgirl was a relatively new hire, and Scarlet could always use more capable crew members. She didn't tolerate incompetence, but that didn't meant that every one of her crew was necessarily destined for great things. The Warrior was no doubt missing her chance at re-experiencing every inch of Mercury, but with the Captain looking ready to pounce him, a hungry fire burning in her eyes, Merc wasn't likely to be disappointed for long. Beyond that, the Warrior would no doubt be waiting for him in the future, even if he had to pull her into some alcove or empty room and put the lovely squire in her place. For her part, Scarlet wasn't shy about enjoying the view, but she was also just as certain that he was doing the same, her slightly unkempt appearance and showy clothing helping to make that very easy.

Mercury was fortunate that the Captain found the egocentric views of Dragons so endearing, delighting in how cocky Mercury could be when it suited him, which was usually. She might ride him, but she certainly had yet to tame him, and suspected that, while she held the upper hand for the foreseeable future, Merc certainly was no pet, and had turned the tables on her once in a while, seemingly just to remind her that she was dealing with a dragon, and a very lusty one at that! She stood her ground as he stood closer, and whether that was intentionally to let her full breasts press against his far firmer chest or not, she enjoyed the sensation, and rather suspected that he did too. Not that she could glance down to see if he was aroused, but she felt that it was a safe bet. "I suppose there's some room for personal triumph in that, but yes, I believe luck played a part in it." She confirmed with that same self-assured smirk she always wore, save for when he wiped it off her face by fucking her silly, which albeit wasn't often, but was satisfying nonetheless. "That depends on whether they have something the Dragon is interested in. I do." That happened to be herself, but Dragons didn't tend to destroy what they wanted unless it was to deny it to someone else, and he definitely wanted her.

Ah, by the gods, he always smelled so wonderful. Never like soap or excessively like sweat(not that Dragons really could sweat, but the smell of exertion was an almost universal one). If she was feeling more firm, she might have batted away his hand as it looped around her waist, but damned if she didn't like having his hands on her, and as they both were pulled back onto the bed by gravity, with her on top, she couldn't find it in herself to complain all that much. If her breasts had been squished against his firm body before, they certainly were now, gravity helped to press her up against him, face lingering near his. Where the neko might have blushed or looked uncertain, however, the Captain only looked determined, planting a light kiss on him before sitting up, brusing her hair back over her shoulders but now straddling him, no less suggestive, or easily appreciated a view.

Now he was wearing a pretty unkempt look as well, and as awe-inspiring as he looked all composed and ready for combat, she enjoyed this look as well, far more indicative of what they were about to be doing, as far as she was concerned. "Now let's see...." She mused, dragging out the last word and scooting down his body a bit, hands running down his chest before finding their way to the waist of his kama. She wasn't as dextrous as the catgirl, but she had undone this more times than she could count, and that counted for something as she lazily begin working it down his body. "Since you were staring at my tits rather than listening, I'm curious just how worked up you've gotten already." Hard not to, knowing what was coming, but that wasn't going to stop Scarlet from teasing him, nor had it kept her from wiggling her shapely butt against him as she scooted down to gain access to his clothing. Not that she would admit it to him, but she always missed his big dragon dick when she went without for a while. For all the little liasons she arranged, he would remain her favorite.
 
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