Peach

Notes:

This work is part of my "Obsidian's Hoard of Lovers" series, a loose collection of stories that all involve a dragon's romantic escapades. They are not meant to be read in any particular order, but if you like what you see here, there's more to be found in my profile.

While I try to keep revising my work to avoid annoying typos, I tend to miss some. If you spot any, please let me know down in the comments.

Enjoy!

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As jobs go, this was one of the most interesting ones that Peach got, it's not every day that they ask you to spy on a dragon.

It was fair game though, the setup was the same as with many noblemen, put up a performance, charm the attendees, and then snoop around when everyone is hungover from the party or, if the target is handsome, maybe get something via pillow talk.

Not that she was planning on banging a dragon, mind you, though apparently they could change shape.

She carefully looked at herself in the mirror of her changing room, making sure her jewellery and make-up was just as she liked it.

Her body and face were probably two of the most important assets for her job, so looking good was very much an imperative.

Peach nodded in approval, posing for herself in the mirror. Her pale yellow fur was smooth, silky, and had a nice shine to it. It blended nicely into the pure white of her chest and belly.

Her reddish hair had been brushed until it was smooth and straight, better to flow down her shoulders and back.

She wiggled and moved her body and hips, curvy and dangerous, with just the right amount of volume for her enticing dances.

But it was her bottom she paid the most attention to, sure, her stage name, Peach, came from the colour of her fur, but let's face it, most people remembered it because of her firm and grabbable behind.

Not that many were allowed to touch it, but she loved shaking it and basking in being the centre of attention.

Satisfied with her look, she started to dress up. Well, "dressing" might be overselling it, her dancing outfit left little to the imagination, basically being a really tight green silken top, a silk thong and a dancing skirt cut into several veil-like pieces that would float and sway around her as she moved.

Finally, she decorated herself with golden jewellery, as it stood out on her fur and shone brightly under the dim light, and several beaded belts, bracelets and ankles that clang like little bells during the performance.

As she was putting the final touches on her outfit, there was a knock on her door.

"Come in!" she said in a chipper tone.

A little red kobold opened the door and timidly came into the room. Peach thought she was adorable. The little creature had vivid purple eyes, crimson scales with softer silver or grey scales on her belly and chest. She was no taller than Peach's tummy, but clearly an adult of her species.

Her visitor wore nothing more than a loincloth and a cute head-dress, and Peach couldn't help but notice her adorable breasts and tiny pink nipples. Until today, she had been under the impression that kobolds would lack breasts just as lizards do, but it turns out, like dragons, they are their own thing.

The little kobold looked at her with admiration, utterly awestruck by her costume and pose.

Peach smiled and did a little twirl for her, which made the cute kobold clap excitedly and yip.

"Ulu, was it?" she said, recognizing her from when she arrived and the little kobold helped her get settled in her changing room.

She responded with a happy yip.

"You remembered!" the little one was beaming, and her voice sounded almost birdlike, with a little chirp at the end of the phrase.

Peach bent down and petted her between her ear-like head-crest.

Ulu purred and nuzzled her hand.

"Of course I would remember a cutie like you," she said, giving her scratches. "Is everything ready?"

The kobold girl nodded effusively and almost did a little spin in excitement.

"All is ready, Miss Peach!" she said like a delighted little kid. "I can't wait to see you dance!"

Peach smiled and gave the girl a hug.

She might be a spy, but she genuinely enjoyed meeting people like Ulu, her excitement was infectious.

The kobold guided her out through the passages of the Lair, which honestly felt more like a palace from the inside.

In no time at all they reached a huge theater-like room. It honestly was breathtaking, Peach though, she had been in some opulent mansions but never in a private underground stage.

The place had been carved from the mountain and smoothed by capable masons. Did the kobolds do this? If so she was impressed, their infamy for lacklustre and clumsy constructions was totally undeserved.

This theatre room had only one floor, with the stage set at ground level, and the seating in rows raised in a regular pattern.

On the front row, in a sizable carved out niche, was the dragon that was her target. He was sitting on a pile of cushions like a lounging cat, albeit he was covered in lustrous obsidian-black scales, rather than fur, and was big as an elephant. He was surrounded by devoted kobolds and several beautiful women of multiple species and shapes.

His hoard, she thought, she had been informed that dragons impulsively gather things, and this one obviously hoarded lovers.

The women seemed happy, or at least put up a good facade about it. Most were dressed skimpily, or just plainly naked save for some jewellery and exotic ownership tattoos.

Peach actually found it kinda hot, she wondered if they were all for show, or he actually was a good husband and lover to them, maybe she'd have a chance to find out while gathering information later.

The dragon himself was utterly imposing; she thought that "awesome," in the classical sense, was a good way of describing him.

He was a magnificent creature, which irradiated a pleasant and almost entrancing warmth.

His eyes, like two balls of fiery magma, were focused on her, and she could feel his gaze burning onto her like the most powerful spotlight she had ever danced under.

She rather enjoyed this sensation. Having people's gaze upon her made her feel beautiful and wanted, and the dragon's volcanic eyes were literally turning her on.

Was this how he charmed all those beautiful women?

No matter, she thought, this wasn't her first show, and she'd charm him like the others. Maybe she would end up using her more intimate talents with him in the end, if he was half as passionate as his eyes, it would be a night to remember, his rather alien form for a sexual partner be damned.

With her usual feline grace, she tip-toed into the scenario, doing a little twirl and a bow.

The room broke into excited clapping and yipping, the kobolds in the audience acting like a pack of excited doggies, they were just missing the tail wags.

Speaking of kobolds, a band quickly assembled on stage with her, it's five little lizard musicians doing a cute bow at her as they took positions with their guitars, drums and other instruments.

Peach winked at them, and they blushed excitedly. Their enthusiasm was palpable, and she could tell they would be great musical accompaniment.

As she turned again to face her public, her eyes met with the dragon's once more. A deep, all consuming warmth built into her belly, and she couldn't help but to caress her sides sensually in response.

Damn those fiery eyes. Were they hypnotic? She was struggling to avert her gaze, not to mention it would have been rude to do so to her client and target.

She bit her lip sensually and then shook her head.

Snap out of it, she thought, it's time to put on a show.

With an almost preternatural grace that she had been years training for, she struck a pose and snapped her fingers, signalling her band to start.

The music started slow, the sweet rhythm of the drums making her sway her hips gently, bringing all the room's attention to her silky belly.

As the soft clinks of the accessories in her costume started to sound through the room, she couldn't but focus again in the dragon's eyes.

They were... so deep and profound, she felt utterly enveloped and consumed by them.

She could swear that she could see her own reflection in them, dancing to the music, her own swaying hips pushing her to just let go of her own mind and dive into the recesses of her psyche.

Her body was moving of its own accord, she could feel the beats, steps and spins of her routine, the delightful tensing and releasing of her muscles, and the furious beating of her heart.

But she wasn't there, not really.

It felt as if she was floating on a sweet and warm summer current.

The dragon's claws were caressing her thoughts, gently moving through them as if he was looking for something.

Peach felt shockingly aroused by this. His invasion of her mind was less of an assault and more of a lover flirting with an interested partner.

He paused his exploration of her thoughts and the feline dancer felt him prodding her gently with his mind, as if asking for her consent to go deeper into her soul.

A shiver of excitement crawled through her spine and, with an eagerness that shocked even herself, she gave herself to the dragon's proving.

Being in this trance was filling her with a whirlwind of sensations. She could still feel the show going, her dancing earning her claps and cheers from the audience, but it was all impulse and practice.

She was here, in the recesses of her very mind, as a dragon went through her soul as if he was her lovingly undressing her.

In no time he found her secrets, all bare for him to research. He found her to be a spy, but he didn't seem to care, perhaps he already knew.

His claws touched her hopes and desires, and these deep thoughts appeared before her like fleeting pictures of the future and past.

He saw her fears of destitution, borne of a childhood of need, her need and love of attention, a desire grown of her lack of love and companionship, and finally he saw her wish for comfort, safety, warmth... and pleasure.

The dragon showed her as one of his wives, pleasantly playing with the kobolds in the Lair, sharing time and laughter with his other wives, visitors, friends and children.

And he also showed her the passionate love, the savage sex that would make her body ache from pleasant fatigue. She saw her face consumed by orgasmic delight, and this made her aroused.

Peach couldn't lie, she found the dragon's temptation hard to resist.

While she could not see him, she could feel him in this space, and she could swear he was smiling.

She quickly understood why, for he showed her one of her first-ever crushes, and lupine boy from her teenage years, so gentle, strong and caring. Peach had always had a thing for wolf-like men because of him, and she quickly understood why.

Slowly, her mind came into focus again, she was back in the room, and her number had finished.

She had danced in her trance, and slowly, as if being reeled in by a fisherman, had moved closer and closer to Obsidian, finally finishing by dropping on her knees in front of him.

The dragon had used his magic to change his shape, and he had assumed the form of a tall and bulky anthropomorphic wolf, his black fur so lustrous and shiny Peach wanted to shove her face onto it.

He was extremely aroused and his pulsating red knotted penis raised in front of her like a sword over her head.

Peach was utterly consumed by lust and desire at this point, her silken thong was drenched, and she couldn't stop squeezing her thighs and biting her lip.

Had she been enchanted? Hypnotized? It mattered little, for she couldn't control herself.

With lascivious delight, she started running her tongue along the meaty shaft, it's taste obliterating any rational thoughts left inside her head.

She nibbled her partner's knot with abandon, imagining it rammed deep inside her, turning her into a living sheath for it's cock.

Obsidian locked his golden eyes with hers, and without uttering a word, she knew what her Master desired.

With her usual feline grace, she curled backwards and laid on her back, sensually untying her costume to expose her full breasts and ravenous pussy.

She lifted her hips upwards, offering herself to the beautiful lupine dragon while groping her own breasts like a needy slut.

As she anxiously waited to be taken, she felt soft scaly hands pet her hair and settle her head on a soft and warm lap.

Ulu had knelt behind her, and was lovingly petting her head, while Obsidian aimed his burning cock against Peach's drenched pussy.

The feline dancer smiled at the lovely kobold, it seems they were destined to be sisters under the dragon's wing.

With a mighty thrust, Obsidian plunged his canine cock inside her, making her see a flash of stars as his knot slammed against her lower lips and his tip caressed her cervix.

She arched in response, trembling at the intensity, but utterly loving his roughness.

He placed one of his big clawed hands on the low of her back as he ripped the top of her costume and hungrily licked her erect nipples.

Peach, who still very much felt in trance and floating in a sea of bliss, moaned and purred for him, her toes curling as she hugged him with her strong legs.

Ulu hugged her head and lovingly stroked Peach's hair, her little claws moving through the feline's mane as a gentle brush.

"Will you be my big sis and stay? I want to learn to dance with you...," the gorgeous little kobold said, her purple eyes glittering in the soft light of the room.

How could Peach say no to such a loving request? Surely Obsidian would accept her as a new wife, and she could stay as part of his hoard.

Peach stayed in her mind for a second. Stay here? Obsidian her Master? Wife?

Did those thoughts come from her own head? Or had them been insinuated into her mind somehow.

They felt like hers, and they were sweet and exciting.

Did it matter where they came from? She thought as Obsidian kissed her passionately, her eyes once again getting lost in his gaze.

"I know why you're here," said a deep and powerful voice in her head.

It did not startle her, however, her partner's thrusts were reverberating through her body, making her heart dance with delight after every slam.

"I'm sorry my lord," she said in her head, picturing herself on her knees, bowing to the dragon for mercy, her reddish mane flowing over her head and hands like a thick autumn canopy.

Obsidian did not growl or scold her, though, instead licking her lips and nuzzling her neck and chest.

"I'm not angry, my beautiful little dancer," the voice in her head said, while a soft shiver sailed through her skin and fur. "You're a master of your craft, against anyone else, it would have turned them into nothing but putty in your hands."

She arched backwards as a long moan escaped her, his hard dick stirring her insides like no lover had ever done before.

It was as if she could feel every throb and twitch of his cock, and it made her vibrate inside, edging her to orgasm without any way to stop it. Not that she would have wanted to.

"As penance, I shall take you, beautiful kitten," said the dragon in her head. "I shall keep you entranced and at my mercy for a few nights, just as you were planning to do with me."

Peach bit her lip and moaned like a whore at the thought of being his plaything for several nights, not a bad punishment.

"If at the end of your penance, if you desire to stay, I shall brand you as mine and you will join my hoard of wives and lovers," the dragon let the words resonate in her head while he smashed his knot against her defenceless pussy, it's wet noises embarrassing and arousing Peach in equal measure.

"Yes my lord," she managed to say to him with her actual voice, failing to hide how much she desired right now for him to just enslave her then and there.

She didn't know why he had arisen such feelings in her, but it didn't matter, she loved them and wanted to carry on as long as she could.

As she finally tensed as if grabbing a rope for dear life, Obsidian came inside her like a geyser, his cum hitting her cervix and flooding her womb like a battering ram wrecking a wall.

Peach could not speak, she couldn't even scream, just whimper, gasp and moan as her body curled around his as if trying to wrap around him like a snake.

His lovely knot had not been slammed into her, and she felt a mighty need for it to be inside her, but she suspected her Master was far from done with her.

Her womb was so full and warm, she could feel the dragon's burning cum churning inside her, like a flow of magma trying to consume her.

Peach used magical contraceptives regularly, she liked being active in the bedroom and her job sometimes needed for her to get intimate, but she couldn't help but wonder if they were enough for her new lover. The idea of being knocked up by him despite her precautions was oddly arousing.

As she regained her breath, Ulu lovingly cradled her head and moved her little snout onto her lips.

The cute kobold's lips pushed against hers, as her long tongue snaked into her mouth playfully.

Peach smiled and welcomed the passionate kiss, gently caressing her scales and purring in unison with her partner.

Without pulling out, Obsidian sat cross-legged on the floor, and spun her body around, so she was facing away from him.

The feline dancer moaned for him in delight, surprised but pleased on how he could move her around as if she was just a doll in his hands.

Slowly, he pulled out of her hungry pussy, a dirty wet sound coming from her body as his overflowing cum spilled out of her.

As he placed her back against the wide furry chest of his lupine form, Ulu moved closed and with devilish delight started kissing and licking Peach's pussy.

"Look how horny she still is, Daddy," the little kobold said with a sensual voice loaded with fake innocence. "I think she needs you in her ass."

Peach's eyes opened wide at the mention of her little asshole, just as Ulu aimed the dragon's big lupine dick into it.

She'd had anal sex before, but never like this and never with such a big partner. The thought made her apprehensive, but she was so deep in her trance-like arousal that she didn't mutter a single worry, instead instinctively pushing her hips against her partner's cock like a needy cat in heat.

Obsidian was keen to oblige, and lowered her into his manhood, letting gravity do the pushing into her tight little ass.

As it pushed in, Peach tried to scream in both pleasure and shock, but her voice choked on her throat, her face twitching into a mask of dirty bliss.

Ulu was no idle either, sliding two of her fingers into her pussy, while her long tongue savoured her cum-stained pussy lips and clit, the kobold's beautiful gem-like purple eyes looking at her with lascivious hunger.

"You really like her, don't you, Ulu?" Obsidian asked his kobold with a growly deep voice.

The kobold nodded at him as she nuzzled Peach's belly while fingering her rapidly.

"She was genuinely nice, that's why she's a good spy, she likes making friends," the purple eyed girl said.

Peach felt a bit of professional shame at how well Ulu had read her, the girl had talent, and wonderfully dexterous fingers.

"I don't think she's going to need several nights to understand her place is here with us," Ulu said with a cocky smile. "You want to stay forever, and be my big sis, don't you?"

Manipulative little shit, Peach thought, even while still trapped in her delightful trance.

And yet, Ulu was right, she could not turn away from this, Obsidian had broken into her in a way she didn't know was possible. His Lair was magical, his retinue lovely and loving...

"Take me," she said unconsciously, the words spilling out from her psyche like a prisoner escaping their cage.