The Princess Gives A Hand

Rathal stiffened in nervousness. "You did..." he said, once again adjusting his scarf as he began to look around uncertainly.

Briana's smirk grew more wicked as she stood from her chair, stuffing the vial down the front of her dress, walking closer to the Dragon who almost reflexively took a step back. "Don't be nervous," she purred, "nobody comes this way but me and the occasional maid I trust to be discreet. And there is no shame in being... curious."

Rathal visibly swallowed as his back hit the wall, his tail twitching as Briana slunk up next to him, her hand reaching out to trail up and down his scaled stomach. Briana was barely able to suppress her laughter as the "mighty" Dragon was all but trembling from her mere touch. Something else she had learned in her studies was that, while most Dragons were infertile, they were not incapable of engaging in sexual activities. Of course, given how sacred they held the act of procreation, very few ever tried and, from what she could tell, even fewer realized it was an option.

"And think about it," Briana whispered, her hand sliding down to Rathal's loincloth to rest on the small bulge that was forming there, "here you are, about to have a small taste of what your Chosen One gets. And all for just doing what I asked of you."

Rathal's eyes darted up and down between Briana's face and her roaming hand as his back pressed up against the wall, his hips quivering as if he were unsure if he should move towards the hand or away from it. "I..." he grunted, shivering at the contact, "I should not..."

Briana was amused that this mighty Dragon was acting more like one of the smaller servant boys she liked to tease in a similar manner as she let her finger tips brush over the peak of his stiffness. "Why?" she asked, leaning in towards where his ear hole was, "It's not like you're sticking this inside of me. Or cramming it down my throat. It's just... a little..."

The Princess then moved the loincloth aside, her hand wrapping around his now exposed Dragon-hood, almost fitting the whole thing in her grip as she hissed, "... touch."

Rathal audibly grunted, his eyes seemingly widening to almost double their previous side and Briana could easily imagine he was gritting his teeth tightly behind the cover of his scarf. She could also easily imagine his doing it all the harder as she began to move her hand back and forth, sliding along his short length as her thumb brushed back and forth over the tip.

Briana was both amused and fascinated by how strongly Rathal responded to her actions, his fingers curling as he all but whimpered and all but thrust his hips forward to give her even easier access. If Dragons were THIS sensitive, she wondered why they had been so good in not indulging their curiosity towards the sensations. Was their almost religious fever really that intense? Was it only sensitive to direct contact? And if he was like this from a mere hand-job, what would the Prince be like, since what she had read implied the ones capable of breeding tended to be notably... larger downstairs.

Her thoughts were drawn back to the present situation as Rathal's breathing suddenly intensified and he gasped, "Princess... I..."

Moving her hand faster, Briana jerked off the helpless Dragon with all her might as she brought her other hand up to cup it beneath the head of his cock. With a final, strangled moan, Rathal's entire body shook as his length visibly twitched and he began to cum. A thin trail of thick, clear liquid poured out of the tip and into Briana's waiting palm.

It was not a very long orgasm but for Rathal it was the most physically stimulating thing he had felt in his long life. His knees buckled and he all but slumped against the wall as he watched Briana look at her hand coated in his seed. Reaching into her dress again with her free hand, she pulled out the vial and examined its contents again, looking at the fluid in her palm and then over at him.

At her raised eyebrow he looked away, muttering, "It's not mine. I... did not ask who did the deed."

Giggling at the unexpectedly cute sight of the bashful Dragon, she popped the top of the vial to pour the contents of her hand into it. "Well, I thank you for the double dose," she said, "and while I can't say I'll be doing more than this, keep working with me and I may introduce you to one of my servants who is... quite willing to experiment further."

Rathal did not answer, though Briana could tell from his body language that he would be coming back to perform more favors if she asked.

As she re-corked the now fuller vial, Briana knew it was time to turn her attention to more pressing concerns. What exactly was the best use for this new tool she had in her hands?