Draykan opens the door to his room. Wrapped in a towel, the dragon was enjoying the rest he so rightfully deserved after his total conquering of Galenna. Expecting some fan or Tournament regulator to speak to him, the dragon wasn't too concerned about modesty, but he tightens his hold on his towel when he sees the well-dressed dragon woman standing before and below him.
"Hello, there, Draykan," the gray-scaled woman says, tilting her head a bit and smiling. "My name is Cithyth. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've come because the Dragon's Council has heard about your potential falling out with the goddess Xasandra. They thought that a woman's touch might help aid in your public relations. It's been a while since I've done anything as important as a job for the council. I do hope you forgive this old woman's sudden arrival."
Draykan blinks.
Cithyth's smile widens just a bit. "May I come in?"
Draykan steps aside. "Uh. S-sure."
Stepping past him, the older dragon woman begins. "Now then… let's discuss what we're going to do next for you…."
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Cithyth falls to the ground, her naked body pressing against the carpet. Strong hands reach around her form, groping at her tits. Her face is a mask of a prominent blush, and her eyes roll back.
Draykan's mouth finds its way to her neck from behind her, sliding the tip of his snout against her sensitive flesh. She tilts that neck to allow him more access to her body, and he takes it readily, letting his tongue roll out and taste her, claim her.
He lifts her off of the floor. He rolls her nipples between his fingers, squeezing and groping her breasts, listening as the movements of his hands affect the cadence of her moans.
Twin cocks stick up in front of her vulva, throbbing and ready to let out into their next target. He groans and lifts her, pressing her back and wings against his chest, obscuring his vision as he holds her in front of him, and lines her up for the classic ass and pussy double penetration.
"W… wait!" Cithyth says, staring down over herself, her lusty smile not disappearing from her face.
Snorting, Draykan holds onto her, though his arms tremble, just wanting to drop her right there onto his cocks!
"W… why don't you stick them both in… in my mommy hole, dear?"
Just hearing that suggestion is enough to bring a growl out from the bottom of his throat. He tugs at Cithyth, pushing his hips forward, letting his cocks slide in, forsaking her ass, and rubbing both against Cithyth's lips. "I'll tear you apart!" he groans.
"Oh, but you want it… and I want to know what all the fuss is about, young man! Make me proud, Draykan!"
"Y… yes, Ma'am!" he groans, loosening his grip upon her, dropping her against  his body.
Cithyth bites her lip, feeling the lengths penetrate and rub up against each other, going deep inside of her. Her calm and loving voice becomes a lewd cry that reverberates through the walls of the magical room.
Draykan grabs the back of her head, fingers weaving through that voluminous hair of hers. He shoves her forward, knocking her to the ground once more and climbing atop of her.
Two cocks fill the dragoness, spreading her out and making her scream. She's totally underneath Draykan's power, letting out higher and highergasps and sighs as he fucks her harder and harder.
Cithyth is so tight around his twin cocks that Draykan cannot hold on for too much longer. The male dragon thrusts hip-deep into her, his balls slapping against her ample body. Soon enough, he roars, shooting up inside of her, claiming her, filling her with that warm cream as the two of them find themselves in the throes of ecstasy.
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Cithyth sighs as she brushes her hair. Her body is wrapped in a towel, and it is through the bathroom mirror, she sees Draykan approaching her. "Oh, please, Mister Draykan," she begins. "I've just cleaned myself up. Are you seriously going to ravage me again?"
"I told you already," the blue dragon says, arms folded over his chest. "I'm tapped out after Galenna."
"And yet, you've filled me up quite a bit already," she coos.
"What did the Dragon Council want, exactly?" he says, holding his hands under his arms, his body trembling as he watches her.
"Oh, that's quite simple," she says, turning around to face him, sitting her rump upon the sink, crossing one leg over the other. "They wanted me to make sure that you keep doing well and that you don't do anything stupid."
"Like screwing my manager?"
Cithyth titters at that. "Oh, we all make mistakes when we're young. Though, I suppose I might have urged you on with my advances."
Draykan quirks a brow.
Waving him off, she sighs and says. "It's fine, it's fine. I had fun, and you had fun, and you took out one of the top competitors. But now, the game has changed. You let loose on her, didn't you?" she says this, tapping his chest.
He grabs her wrist, pulling her in close, letting her towel drop. Scaled chest to scaled chest press up to one another.
"I've got a lot of energy in me," Draykan says. "I can fuck anything that moves if I wanted to."
"But you save your energy for people you want to have fun with," she responds, fluttering her eyes, "don't you?"
Outside the room, Clarendala and the Dragon Council's envoy walk through the hall, only to hear a thump on the other side, followed by many more--and shouts and sighs and groans and moans.
The envoy covers her faces in her palms.
"Come on," Clarendala says. "Let's go get some lunch."
"Again!?" the envoy laments, but the two head off, letting Draykan and his new manager have fun together.