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Merchant Milking for Profit

For Revakulgr

By Draconicon

Revakulgr waited in the courtyard outside his makeshift palace, the great feral dragon stomping from one side of the courtyard to the other impatiently. Most would have taken some minutes to cross back and forth, but as he was quite a bit larger than most - the point that he hesitated to consider himself in their category - he was able to cross the plaza in less than ten paces to a side. Just one benefit for being over thirty feet long and able to take far more massive steps.

"Where...is...he?" the dragon growled.

His aide, a kobold that had nothing better to do, hurried after him and muttered something about the merchant being delayed at the gate due to drugs that weren't allowed in the city. Revakulgr snarled.

"Open the streets. Clear the ways. I want this done."

"Y-yes, master, right away, master."

He would normally not be so snappish at his servants. After all, they were merely enforcing the laws that he himself had set. However...today was a special day, and he was more than slightly eager for it to begin.

As he turned, and turned, and turned again, he could feel the weight between his hind legs. The merchant coming was a representative of a guild that specialized in various...chemical compounds, one could say, and one of the ingredients that they most wanted for their various products was dragon seed. Most dragons, needless to say, were rather jealous of their seed. It granted them power, in some cases, or it was their gift to females that they believed were suitable to carry their eggs. It was tradition and custom to keep it to themselves rather than spreading it wildly.

Revakulgr didn't follow that tradition. He spent his seed as he would, usually on whatever female or male offered him a good hole to put it in. As dragons went, he was quite the hedonist, and he didn't mind indulging himself. The merchant and his guild had offered a good price in power for seed, and he had been willing to save up for that...

But now, with the delays, he was irritated. His balls were bloated, and it made his walk more difficult. He could feel the bulge of his balls back there, constantly pulling at his attention, and it was difficult for him to maintain any degree of civility, particularly as his cock was trying to get in on the action, as well.

The citizens of his city had seen his cock time and time again, of course. It was quite long, nearly the height of the average person, but this time it was drooling. And when it drooled, the pheromones that it put out were powerful, thick and heady, and more than a few citizens started popping boners and dripping as they passed by. Those that had families hurried by. Those that did not found a good spot to wait to watch the impending show.

Finally, the merchant - an elephant male - reached the courtyard. Revakulgr turned slowly, looking down at him from his lofty place atop his own long neck, glaring at the pachyderm pain in his ass.

"You're late."

"I apologize, great lord. It was never my intent to leave you hanging."

"No, but it was your intent to relieve the hanging. And you will get to it."

"Certainly, just let me -"

"Now."

The dragon's voice cut through the slightly supercilious air that the elephant had been cultivating. The merchant opened his mouth, then closed it again as Revakulgr fixed him with a deeper stare. Eventually, the purple-robed elephant nodded, bowing at the waist.

"As you say, my lord. I shall."

Nodding in return, the dragon turned around, exposing his hindquarters, his balls swollen to the point that they hung down far more than was seemly for someone of his size. His shaft, likewise, pushed free and down, the head itself as big as the elephant's own, and the rest of the shaft long enough that the elephant could have wrapped his legs around the base of of it, pressed himself flat against it, and not quite reached from the base to the tip.

The merchant stared at the dragon's shaft for a full minute, hemming, hawing, trying to come up with something. It was only when the great dragon stomped his hind leg, demanding some sort of satisfaction, that the elephant pulled a massive jug - equivalent to several well-buckets in size - from his wagon and rushed forward. He was in the process of undoing his robe, rapidly stripping himself, and Revakulgr chuckled at the humiliation and embarrassment of his 'partner.'

He will be busy with this...

He enjoyed the consternation of the merchant, as it at least meant that he wasn't the only one that was inconvenienced by the whole thing. It took some of the sting out of waiting for so long.

Eventually, the merchant pulled his sash of his robe free, standing naked under the dragon. As the elephant tied the sash along the dragon's shaft, pulling it tight around the middle, the dragon watched. He didn't know what the smaller male was doing, but it was interesting to observe.

Then, the elephant started pulling, dragging the silk sash along the great dragon's shaft, and he groaned as the smooth cloth gave a surprising amount of pleasure.

"How is this, great lord?" the elephant asked.

"Not a bad start...not bad..."

He flexed his toe claws as the sash moved up and down, up and down, providing a sufficiently tight grasp around his cock that it actually got him leaking more in short order. His cock jumped, forcing the merchant to hold the sash all the tighter to keep stroking it into the barrel before him. Up, down, up, down, the purple sash getting wet with some of the back-splashing juices, soaking it, drenching it in the dragon's own scent. He smirked to himself, his tail lashing about in playful pleasure.

Of course, there was only so much that he could get from a simple silk sash, and it wasn't the same as being milked by someone that was actually trying to get him off. While he received some relief from the constant up and down motions and he had some pleasure by forcing the naked elephant to work so hard, he wasn't going to get off from this. All he did was fill up one barrel and half of a second with pre-cum, the dribbling, clear fluid coming faster and faster, but never progressing to the true stuff.

When the elephant groaned, lowering his arms to his sides out of exhaustion, Revakulgr brought his head around, looking the merchant in the eye. The other male stiffened.

"My lord...I...I will continue. I just need a moment."

"Do you?" He smirked. "It seems that your sash is insufficient to the task."

"I...I did not expect..."

"Perhaps you should take hold of it yourself."

"My lord?"

"Let me be clearer. Use yourself to get me off. Jerk me off, little merchant. And maybe, just maybe, I won't eat you instead."

The threat was hardly an empty one, either. He had consumed several others in public view that had defied his orders and not given him what he wished. The great dragon was known to be capricious, to take what he wanted, to do what he wished regardless of the laws of the land. There was nothing to stop him, and the elephant knew it.

So, it was without regret - though not without fear - that the pachyderm threw himself at the dragon's shaft. Revakulgr grinned as he felt the merchant's weight drag it back down, the arms wrapped around the space just under the head, the legs around the base of his cock. He could feel feel the elephant's flaccid cock slowly hardening against him, getting stiffer from the scent of proper dragon musk and pheromones, and he imagined that the merchant would soon be getting a taste of a rather different product.

But the elephant was finally getting to work properly, jerking him, stroking him, grinding against him to get him off. The dragon sighed softly as he felt the full pleasure of a full body-job on his cock. Up, down, up, down, wiggling around to press against his musky flesh that much more fulsomely, the way that the elephant's arms were constantly hugging tighter and tighter, like a cock-ring of flesh, the way that his heels were digging in to his shaft to give it a good squeeze and grind, the way that the elephant's own cock was massaging him more and more: it was quite the service.

Not quite enough to get him to cum yet, but certainly enough to get him grunting and groaning in pleasure.

It would take some time, he knew. Two days of retained seed meant that his balls had many barrels worth of seed to milk, and regardless of the merchant's pride, he knew that meant that he'd have the elephant as a dedicated milker for today, tomorrow, and perhaps a third day, just getting it all out. He leaned forward on his forelegs, keeping his hind end and his cock from touching the ground as the elephant stroked faster, desperately putting his trunk to use to wrap around the head of the shaft and tease it.

Mmmm, that was a different sort of feeling. A rather nice one, too.

"Master," his aide said, tapping the side of his snout. "Petitioners would like to speak."

"...Heh. Let them."

"Yes, Master."

And so the dragon held court, all while the elephant continued slowly milking his cock. The merchant wasn't particularly good at it, but it was enough to take the edge off the dragon's slow-building frustration from the last two days. As the families that had business with him came forward, Revakulgr glanced back at his 'servant'. The merchant blushed hard, trying not to be so visible.

The dragon smiled, lifting his hind leg. He might as well allow his people the chance to see what happened when an incompetent was doing the job.

"So...what is it you want?" Revakulgr said, turning his head back to the pair of orcas that had come to the front of the line. "A swimming pool?"

"Well, um...we wanted to talk about irrigation."

The dragon overlord groaned, but nodded for the orcas to continue. The only reason he was willing to listen was because such a boring topic might actually make his cock go down, and that would be rather amusing to see the merchant sweat over. If such amusement wasn't available...well, he would have dismissed them. But for now -

"Continue."

Nobody knew whether he talked to the orcas or the merchant, but they all obeyed, anyway.

The End

Summary: Revakulgr has a bit of a passive-aggressive moment with a merchant that is failing to deliver on his promises.

Tags: M/M, Feral Dragon, Size Difference, Elephant, Cock Milking, Desperation, Masturbation, Dripping, Horny, Public, Exhibitionism,