Business at home

In the most luxurious of buildings that littered the city, in the highest floor and in the largest office, Magnus Karas stood night in front of the windows that gave him the best view, yelling at one poor black cat intern, towering over her from the high of his two metres and more than a hundred kilos of muscle and scales. For a draconid, he was rather big and the muscles on his body didn't help at all in making him look friendlier or even approachable for anyone other than someone like himself. Being also of a dark red of scales and one of the most influential people in the whole company made it so much worse for everyone in his proximity.

The cat trembled and shivered, holding a few papers that were the cause of her current predicament, having mistakenly put one more zero in a contract. Her tail was tucked between her legs and trembled just as much as the rest of her small body, doing by instinct everything possible to make her even smaller and hide from the draconid.

"Ten million, Shar! Ten million for a company barely worth one! I worked hard to get them under our control for weeks, I lost days of sleep!" Shar looked at her feet: she knew it well, since she had been with him most of the time to get his coffee or fill in the documents as he told her, with one little mistake. "Jesus... it's going to be a pain in the ass to explain to the board meeting." He snarled and turned around to look at the kitten who was on the verge of pissing herself. Luckily for her, someone knocked at the door of Magnus' office, interrupting him. A calm voice came from behind and waited a second to give him the time to get his shit together.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I received a call to come and clean after something..." A green lizard poked his head through the mahogany door and peeked inside. The cat immediately took the chance and flew out, tears welling up in her eyes while the large draconid stood still, impassable. "What did she do?" The lizard, wearing the blue work suit that identified him as a janitor kept the door open, leaning on the frame just enough to let his feet rest a moment. Magnus sighed and sat on the padded chair behind his luxurious desk. By now the draconid had guessed that the lizard was not here to clean but so save Shar's furry little ass.

"She cost us way too much for her mistake..." Normally one would be shocked to see a janitor talking with ease and casualness with a person such as him, especially after interrupting a private meeting, but Cory the janitor was something of a star for the whole building, the one who fixed all the messes and more. Getting a couple of words in with Magnus was nothing unusual. "Ten million."

"I see... have a nice day." The lizard shrugged and got out, leaving the pissed draconid alone with a number of papers that were supposed to help him patch the mess she had made. A weird glint passed through his eyes, fixed on the lizard's body for the whole brief minute they had been in the same room. Magnus let out another sigh and looked at the documents in his hands.

Cory walked with a dirty rag in his right hand, a bottle of soda in another and his tail held a bucket of water, the liquid perfectly level even though he was whizzing past several people with ease. He was not past his thirties, barely halfway in fact, and was a janitor, but he didn't mind: it was a quiet job, had a good pay and got him to meet rich people all the time as they went to Magnus to get their shit fixed, just as he fixed his. He was tempted to get down in the basement and have a beer, since he was once again out of stuff to repair and there were no emergencies, but a weeping sound reached his ears and made him sharply change direction, almost bumping in an intern, a good looking fox with earrings on his ears and a neat white shirt on a well-built frame. The fox yelped and struggled too keep the seven mugs of steaming coffee in place, but Cory was fast to react and swiftly held him by his waist and casually took the tray in hand, letting the rag fall on the floor.

"Careful, Kim, I don't want to clean the carpet again." He smiled, getting the fox back on his feet and handing him the tray. Kim smiled weakly.

"Sorry, Cory, you just turned too fast and..." A green finger reached Kim's mouth, shutting him up with that simple motion. Cory smiled, picking up the rag and slapping his ass.

"Just be more focused on the environment next time and less on the coffee." Kim blushed and returned to his duties, entering the first office to his right, handing a Mocha Latte to Miss Patterson, one of the heads of the whole company he worked at.

Satisfied with himself, Cory walked towards the closet to his right, sneaking in the dark room and closing the door behind him with a flick of his tail once it was freed of the bucket. He looked at the sobbing cat with a warm gaze and waited for her to calm down for a couple of minutes before getting next to her and offering a warm cup he had stolen from Kim. He'd apologize later. Shar took it if only to hold something in her hand to keep them busy and refrain herself from doing anything else, like munching on her recently manicured nails.

"He's pretty pissed, you know?" She nodded. "Did he make you work hard? Overtime?" She nodded and Cory sighed, mentally blaming the hardened businessman. She was barely in her twenties, she didn't have the experience and stamina to work for whole nights like him. He hugged the poor kitten.

"I-I... don't want to get fired... I w-w-worked hard to get here."

"Shh, I know, I know." As janitor, he knew everything that was going on in the building, and even something of the ones nearby too, of course he was aware of how much effort she put in her job.

"I had to stay awake for something like... twenty hours with him to get the papers ready, at the end I was just so damn tired I made one mistake, one. My finger slipped and I forgot to triple check the contract before submitting it." She took a sip of the espresso and cradled the mug in her small hands. "Will he fire me, Cory?" Shar was visibly worried, terrified of getting kicked out of the office and forced to find a new place to work at, scared that Magnus would force whatever employer she might find into dumping her as well in a fit of spite and hate for her. Cory stared into her hazelnut irises and gently stole her mug, putting it on a shelf to his left. "Cory?"

"I'm sure I can think of something. I know him well and I know how to get past the hide and scales of the damn idiot. You give me a couple of days and I'll work something out with him, maybe get you out of this mess." Shar's eyes glittered in happiness and she hugged the lizard back with ten times the strength, head nestled in a weirdly muscular chest. He smiled and placed a finger below her chin, lifting it up to get access to her cute face and leaned in for a kiss. Shocked, Shar didn't know what to do, but his lips felt so good, so soft and his breath washing over her face was so warm, she just melted in his hands. Her eyes closed and Shar kissed him back, her small palms running over the blue suit he wore.

"C-Cory... what does this mean?" He pondered for a few seconds, letting her catch her breath, hands barely separating from his clothes.

"It's something I call 'the special treatment', a small treat for a hardworking girl who needs some relief and to relax a bit." A leathery hand slithered its way below her pink blouse, bypassing her bra. She hissed silently when she felt his fingers pinch her stiffening nipples and pinching them one after the other, kneading her soft mounds with practiced movements. "Just let me fix you and you won't regret it." He whispered in her ears, making them twitch as his breath washed over them. She had a boyfriend, or rather, she thought she had one, though with her work they rarely saw each other.

"B-but..."

"No buts, Shar, let me help you." She began purring, unable to resist his words or his hands that were getting lower and lower, popping each of the buttons that held her skirt up.

The pink dress fell apart and ended up on the floor, revealing her lithe frame in all its beauty, all the charms of a young woman in her prime bared to the older lizard. He smiled warmly at her once again, peeling her yellow panties off and holding them in his hand, taking in her scent, feeling himself grow aroused because of it. But this wasn't about him, not now: she needed him and he was going to help her, at the cost of ignoring the tent in his pants, now just a bit wet in the two growing spots of pre. She purred, slightly embarrassed that the lizard was sniffing her panties in front of her, but the feeling of his careful hands, so soft even though he worked with machines and had them dirty all day, was quickly overriding her shame. She arched her back when his tongue lapped at her moist folds, collecting her fluids with eagerness, fingers slowly rotating at the edges, lingering but half an inch outside her passage, teasing her so that the inevitable climax would be all the greater. Cory kneeled, making her rest her back on the shelves on the wall, knocking a stacks of papers down.

The tent in the blue suit was splitting in two as both his cocks came out from within their housing slit, rubbing in a pleasing way on the soft fabric, throbbing with the need to get inside her and fuck her silly. He controlled his urges and plunged his tongue deep in her folds, Shar purring louder at the stimulation.

"God..." she couldn't believe how good he was, how dexterous his tongue was and how magnificent the act of being serviced by him made her feel. "More..." he looked at her from the low of his position and then obeyed her, tongue lashing with renewed vigour in her passage. She shuddered and gripped the metallic shelf with one hand, kneading her breasts with the other, shifting the bra so that her nipples would be free for her to grab and tease. "More!" She yelled quietly enough so that no one could hear them from outside, heart pounding as her climax approached, mounting with strength and intensity with each second.

Cory inhaled and filled his brain with her scent, redoubling his efforts, hitting every soft spot he knew she had, causing her to bite her lip in an attempt at staying quiet. Within minutes of frantic worshipping, kneading and teasing, Shar felt herself clamp down on his tongue, spasming in bliss and losing strength in her legs. Cory was sprayed with her fluids in a few long wet spurts, his muzzle completely coated with the fruit of his hard work, helping her get on the floor without damaging her precious buttocks.

Cory let out a breath of relief, smiling and began cleaning her up, putting her skirt up and getting each piece of clothing at its rightful place, save for one that he put in his pockets. With the rag he had, he cleaned himself and made sure that nothing would be left of their little fun time, spraying the closet with deodorant and his face too, munching on a mint in the meantime. He was meticulous and painfully obsessive in his cleaning process and by the end, the one thing left in the small room was a sleeping cat with a blissful expression on her face. Anyone walking in would see just that.

Cory had to wait for a couple of minutes once he was done, so that his erections started retreating from the high of their forty centimetres, sliding in his slit still unsatisfied. Before getting out and going back to work, he forked out her panties and gave them a good whiff, recharging his energy for the hard work ahead, if there was any, waiting to get back home.

"How in the fuck am I going to make this a viable thing and not get my ass skinned?" Magnus leaned back in his chair and massaged his temples. He couldn't get the board to accept more time to remake the contract and get it checked, not to mention he could not afford to call the company he had been working with and tell them that they had to wait to get merged. Dozens of people would probable get fired in the time it took him to get the contract authenticated. "Shit." He was about to call Shar and berate on her again, though he knew he should not do that, but his phone rang with a very particular jingle. His heart skipped a beat and he rushed to read the message. Prepare our favourite dinner, I'm feeling like having some fun. A smiling face had been added to the message. "Yes!" The threw his fists in the air and shouted as silently as he could.

Suddenly he felt much, much better and the contract didn't seem so impossible anymore. He asked his secretary to get him a snack and fix him the blackest coffee she could find and resumed working madly, hoping to finish everything by dinnertime.

Somehow, in some way, by some miracle, he was done by seven p.m. and immediately rushed out to his new car just after sending the contract to a law firm that he'd pay himself to check the details for any more mistakes.

The expensive sports car parked in the underground garage roared to life as Magnus virtually slammed his talons on the gas pedal and accelerated out of the basement floor and onto the streets outside. Wind forced him to close the windows and the horrible traffic of the end of the day made him honk at every possible obstacle in his way. Half an hour before the appointed time, he finally managed to get home and rushed inside, gathering the ingredients for dinner, still wearing his suit on.

Some would be shocked to see him this excited and eager to do anything except working in the office for days on end, but in truth, one that had been hidden very well, he was also an excellent housemate and a decent cook. The pans and pots sizzled with meat and sauces, the scent of spices filled the kitchen and any room connected to it.

Proud of his skills as always, Magnus put the food in two delicate crystal plates, dressing them with care as if building a model of a delicate building or a bonsai, of which he had several, placing the resulting masterpiece on the table. For good measure he lit a couple of candles and even a scented one, knowing that they'd make wonders for his significant other. And now, he waited and waited some more, getting a bit nervous and checking his phone every couple of minutes to make sure nothing was wrong or that he didn't miss a message or anything.

Around eight o' clock the door handle slowly started to turn and he got up, tail wagging behind him.

"Sorry, I got caught up with something..." the voice came from the wardrobe room by the entrance, followed by the sound of clothes being hung on the walls. A moment later, a green skinned lizard, completely void of anything that could be used to cover his slim but toned frame entered the living room. "One of the server power lines in the third floor was giving off sparks and I had to get it patched before it destroyed the entire place." Cory walked up to Magnus and kissed the taller reptile on his still clothed pectorals and then sat beside him.

"It's... ok, I didn't wait that long." But it had felt like hours and hours for him. Now though, he was just happy to be with him again, for one of their rare dinners in these long weeks of constant work. Sometimes Magnus would have to stay in his office and work overtime or Cory would have to get on the night shift to replace another janitor. Most would think the lizard was extremely dumb for working such a low paying job in such a rich environment with Magnus that paid for all the checks but he didn't care, it was a good way to stay close to him all day and get in his office to get a little bit of fun every now and then without having to make too many excuses.

"Liar, I saw you rush out of the company an hour ago." He took the larger hand in his and caressed it, Magnus' eyes glittering at the show of affection he was receiving. "Did you manage to fix the contract?"

"Somehow..." he sighed. "I was extremely nervous because of this, you know? It's a big deal and I put myself on the line for it." Cory looked at the tired draconid as he ate his meal, a thin trail of juice running on that sculpted jawline, catching it just before it fell on the several thousand dollars suit. The lizard giggle happily and stroked Magnus' neck and arms.

"I know big guy, but that's not a good reason to yell at Shar like that." The draconid's eyes locked onto Cory, who was staring at him with a somewhat displeased look. He was about to speak for himself but he was interrupted before that. "She worked with you, just as hard as you did, but she'd too inexperienced for that kind of task."

"I know but..." Cory zipped him, the words that should have come out lost into a mumble. Magnus dropped his head and let it hang in front of him.

"She's a kid, Magnus, an intern and that doesn't mean that you can overwork her like that." Magnus was about to say something more but he was shot down again. "Even for experience's sake. She can build character later and she's got all the time in the world to get as good as you." Cory's eyes shone for a moment, topping a knowing expression that Magnus was quick to understand. "I know you plan to groom her, but she'll die before you can see her grown to a woman, if you keep going like this. I found her sobbing in a closet for fuck's sake!" He slammed his fist on the table and made the glasses clink and rattle against each other, the fine wine threatening to spill out. Magnus shook and tried to shrink himself to make his person less susceptible to his mate's words. Size was not the way the two measured who was on top... "I gave the poor kitten the special treatment." Magnus snapped his head at the small lizard, eyes full of guilt and shame. "Yeah, she was that broken by your words." His tail stopped wagging and hung there lifelessly while Cory stood up in front of him. "I am disappointed by you, Magnus, and I think you need to get punished for this."

Without waiting for the one in question, Cory walked out of the living room, heading out towards their bedroom. Magnus swallowed his saliva and gave one last look at the food he had so painstakingly prepared, untouched for the most part, his effort gone to nothing. Maybe that was already a sign, to remind him that he was just like the poor Shar, at the mercy of someone higher up in the chain of command in life, someone who could make their work meaningless as long as one mistake was made. Yeah, he was receiving a hard lesson alright.

With his heart beating hard in his chest, Magnus walked upstairs, finding the small lizard staring at him from the bed's edge, arms crossed.

"Get undressed." He obeyed. Normally he'd be excited to do that, give him a good striptease, maybe a little show, get him riled up, but not now.

His suit, worth Shar's wage for a good couple of months fell on the floor in a useless heap, baring a muscled body worthy of a god on earth to his mate, who examined his frame, finding it as alluring as when they met each other years before. His muscles were like steel cables, taut, strong, hidden beneath a layer of scales hard enough to make knives break, his legs like tree trunks, his abs toned and perfect. He'd have been the peak of masculinity, the very apex of male virility had he not lacked the very thing that made him a male: between his legs, nestled in a mound of bulging muscle, there was no cock, no twin or single member to be seen, only a lone slit, moist with arousal and giving off the peculiar scent of a female, though far less delicate. Cory's loins stirred at the sight of his mate's vent, how it was already dripping, reacting to his own scent and preparing itself for a good rut, but he'd have to earn it. Magnus was an exception to the rule, a quirk of nature had made him a weird mix of male and female, a man with a vent and a wet one at that too.

When he was but a whelp, he had received the mockery from every single student who had caught on this secret of his, most were girls who had hit on him, trying to get the piece of meat they eventually found out didn't exist. That was the whole reason why he worked out so hard, to make everyone know at a glance that he was a male, a strong one, one that caused fear in the lesser members of any species. All except Cory, who had approached him without knowing his secret, won him over and loved him for what he was. Out of all the creatures that he had met, only this green lizard had been so kind to him and never mocked him for what he was, making sure he'd be as happy as he deserved to be. He submitted to him willingly, baring his whole being during one passionate night, the one that they mated for the first time.

"On your knees." Magnus was stirred back to the current more pressing matter by a second order, swiftly complying and cursing his body for thinking it was one of the rare moments of pleasure and not a punishment. Then again, maybe this was another lesson as well. "Come on all fours." The two metres tall draconid crawled step by step towards the bed, tail raised high behind him, vent dripping with excitement as more of his lover's musk entered his nostrils. Cory held up one foot in front of his nose, stopping him. "Clean it." Once again, he'd be thrilled to do this, had the whole situation been different. Magnus leaned in, taking in the strong scent of sweat and leather of his lover, basking in it with bliss, tongue already lolling out and licking at the soft pads underneath, running over them.

He kept inhaling the scent and cleaned every crevice from dirt and sweat, making the foot shine with the light of the room that was reflecting on his saliva. Though being punished, he was loving it, loving the strong musk, loving the taste and texture on his tongue, passing onto the second one with eagerness, holding the leg attached to it with a weird form of greed: it was his lover's foot, his soles and his scent he was taking in, no one else's. His own strong odour paled in comparison to his.

Cory stretched his toes, wiggling them in his face, forcing him to work to get them in his mouth and sucking on them, moaning with pleasure due to the stimulation given to his sensitive flesh. He was trying not to enjoy the service too much but Magnus was just too good with his tongue and he slowly grew out of his slit, twin poles standing out proudly and further filling the room with his scent. The large draconid didn't fail to notice this and forced Cory's legs open, making his way over to the new toy he wanted to play with but a soft hand stopped him in his tracks. Magnus misunderstood the point and began licking it, slathering it with saliva as he sucked on his fingers, eyes locked with Cory's.

"I think you are enjoying this a bit too much, Magnus." The look of pleasure disappeared from his eyes and he stopped licking the hand on his snout.

"I'm sorry."

"I know, I know, you're a good man, you want the best for her, but try to remember that she's younger and inexperienced. Have Nora work harder if anything, she's always on her phone chatting with that toy-boy if hers and she keeps throwing plastic wraps all over the place. For a manager of her calibre you'd think she could hit the trash bin I put under her desk." Cory scoffed but a moment later his gaze softened. "Look, I'm not angry or anything really, but... I need you to promise me that you'll be more mindful of her in the future, ok? You did fix the mess yourself, right?" Magnus nodded eagerly to both questions, tail wagging excitedly at the prospect of what he knew was going to come for him a few seconds down the line. "Since you are my big, strong and clever dragon." Few things in life could make Magnus purr like a cat and two were Cory's words of praise and when he scratched his chin, both currently happening. The lizard smiled at the sight of the big draconid melting under his touch and he'd never stop loving it, just as Magnus would never stop loving getting his approval.

"So? Can I?" His eyes kept bouncing from his lover's face to his cocks, both throbbing with need and dripping clear pre which was running down his length and pooling on the silk sheets. "Please..." Cory pretended to think for a moment, hand slowly stroking his members, flinging a lone drop on the draconid's muzzle.

"Sure, why not. I mean, you're clearly ready for it." He looked at the puddle of fluids under Magnus and made him blush heavily. "Maybe I should punish you more, since you seem to like it that much." Though he barely even went into the 'punishment' territory all things considered...

"It's just that..." Magnus leaned closer, shout pressed against the root of his cocks, inhaling deeply and licking the beads of sweat and pre that collected in between them. "You just smell so good." Another deep whiff for him made his vent quiver with pleasure, clear fluids splashing at his feet and coating his strong scales in a sticky deluge of excitement. "Gods... Why do you smell so good all the fucking time?" Magnus buried his snout in between the twin poles, licking with his tongue the warm flesh around him, coiling it around each one for a few seconds, slathering them in saliva. Cory moaned happily, finally getting the release he had craved for the whole afternoon, stroking the big muzzle that was taking in his cocks, hilting with ease at the base time and time again.

"I guess all the flavour gets stronger after being sealed in for a whole day in that suit." Magnus was not going to tell him that before cleaning his suit he usually sniffed it for several minutes and used it as material to finger himself to several orgasms on laundry day, though Cory might have suspected something like that was happening. "Come on, get up here you big boy." The larger male jumped on the bed with the smaller lizard, his massive frame completely encompassing him, his taut muscles pressing against a set of leaner ones, scale against leathery skin, both lost in a passionate kiss, trying to get back on several days' worth of missed love.

By now Magnus was beyond ready for his lover and his vent had left a long trail of wet lust behind himself and was now bathing the twin cocks with a different kind of fluid, further lubing them. Without waiting a moment more, Magnus lowered himself over Cory, vent lined up perfectly with his members and welcoming them with its wet warmth. Both hissed in pleasure, feeling each other's heartbeat through their contact, their heat, their lust.

Cory grabbed onto a pair of rock solid hips and slammed his own against the one on top, causing him to moan loudly and whimper as a first orgasm wracked his body. Days of work and a lack of company had made him quite sensitive, not to mention their little play the minute before. Cory bit on his lips and picked up the pace, sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoing above their moans.

It was hard for him not to come soon, but Magnus' almost unending stream of orgasms was hard to beat and he was soon unloading his seed within the male's egg chamber, filling it with his essence as his crotch was bathed in feminine fluids. Still lodged inside him, he made Magnus roll on his back so that he could rest on his chest and hump weakly, pumping more loads inside him. It had been weirdly quick for them, but pleasurable nonetheless, each having reached their goal and more than satisfied. For the whole night the two remained connected and in the morning, Cory woke up his sleeping beauty with a somewhat rough session, hammering at the sopping wet vent until Magnus orgasmed his way out of sleep. What a better way to start the day?

While he made breakfast, the draconid didn't forget to roam around fully naked and dripping, each movement a show for Cory, bending over with his tail lifted high and swaying his hips sensually. The show's goal was met when the lizard ordered him to spread his legs and prepare himself, fucking him on the counter as he tried to get the last pancake in the plate in hand.

Then, as every morning, the two had to get to work, each in their own way, Magnus with his sports car and Cory on the bus, not because they didn't want to get discovered but more for their personal preferences. While one loved to go fast, the other wanted to get there with calm, chatting with strangers and maybe looking at a cute butt or two.

Hours later, while he was busy repairing a broke cooler fan, Cory was approached by a certain black cat, wearing a cute pale blue blouse that was identical to the one of the day before. She blushed as she approached him, fidgeting nervously.

"Ehm, thanks for yesterday, it was great... you could have left me my panties though, I almost got caught by a bunch of nosy teenagers on my way home you know." He wasn't sure whether she was blushing for embarrassment or because she liked it, the danger of getting caught. "But, since I was called by Magnus a few minutes ago and he said that he was never letting me work so much again, I think I have to thank you once more."

"Did it go well then?"

"I'd not say 'well', he still berated at me for a couple of minutes, but that was more like because he had to get the contract fixed himself. He went on for a while saying how I wasn't allowed to work that hard again because I'd make more mistakes, but I think he just doesn't want me to get too tired. He's sweet I think, even if he looks scary and grumpy all the time."

"Oh, believe me, I know it well." He wore a wide smile, quietly returning to his duties, waiting to get home once again.