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Artist - [iconname]dragonfluffzz[/iconname]
Writing - [iconname]runa216[/iconname]
Baradon - [iconname]Jammikkar[/iconname]
Y'Ceto - [iconname]runa216[/iconname] (I need to get a pic of them some time)

I figure what helps me most is doing relatively quick one-offs as primers daily, so I decided to offer 2,000-3,000 word single scene quick commisisons for my mornings before I get to work and this is the first attempt at that.

Baradon is a spinosaurus mob boss in the mining city of Azure Bluffs west of the capital Ondin. One of his guards is distracted and he needs to help her with her needs so she can get back to work.

Meant to be 2-3k words. ended up 4.8k, because of course it did.

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A personal Touch in the Office

Baradon sat tall at his desk, chin resting on his interlocked knuckles as the marbled scent of exotic coffee and earthy cigar billowed around him. He'd only just begun to sip the mocha latte, so the ornate leaf pattern on its surface was mostly untouched. A gemlight lamp was the main source of illumination in his office, its gentle glow reflecting off his red eyes.

He was deep in thought, unsure how to proceed. Cautious, he leaned back and opened one of the lower drawers of his desk, slipping in a stack of records next to a single-shot pistol inside it. He gingerly adjusted the papers on top to ensure they were properly aligned before closing the drawer and doing the same on the other side with the rest of the books. This left only his drink, his smoke, and a single pad of untouched paper on the desk.

Ready, he took a sip of the mocha latte and knocked three times on his desk, loud enough that his orca guardsman could hear it. A moment later, Nick poked his rounded head in the door and gave Baradon a casual nod. There was some discussion outside his office and a moment later Y'Ceto stepped in, closing the door behind them.

Y'Ceto was a hybrid orca. Thick and sleek like Nick but with sharp features like a shark. A nolse. They weren't common on land but were prevalent in the lakes and oceans. Not many were as large as Y'Ceto, as they usually took after dolphins and sharks, not orcas and sharks. The entire race were nonbinary, rarely defined as male or female, though possessing both traits.

The massive nolse looked nervous, something uncharacteristic of them. They were hired as one of Baradon's guards because they were head and shoulders taller than others, and had exceptional utility in the port city of Azure Bluffs. Not only did they have the ability to breathe air normally, but their gills ensured they could remain underwater for as long as they needed to. This made them perfect for their position as one of the enforcers for the lake-bed mining crew. They had since been promoted as one of Baradon's personal guards, which identified them as the best of the best.

Yet, despite this, they were nervous. Their rounded head was hunched over, hands tapping finger to finger to fidget. “What's this about?” She asked, her voice subtly feminine today. This told Baradon that she'd be adopting a more womanly persona today.

Baradon sucked on his cigar and licked his teeth before tapping it on his ash tray. He looked her directly in the eyes as he folded his hands in front of him on his desk. “I was curious, Y'Ceto, is everything doing okay with you?”

Her gaze scrunched up a bit, then she stood tall. “I'm fine. Why?”

“Well, I am not the only one that's noticed over the past week or so that you've been, how shall I say, distracted.” Baradon explained. She tried to say something in response, but he raised a hand before she could say a word. “It's fine, you don't need to explain yourself. You've been doing your job and doing it well. I only ask because if something is affecting you, it'd be best to deal with it now before it becomes a problem.”

She gulped, the black and white sleek flesh of her sides rippling. “I think I'm fine.”

Baradon slowly shook his head. “You're fine for now, yes, but I can tell that you're distracted. While we do not have any dangerous enemies today, we may earn some tomorrow and I need you at your best at all times. So I'll ask again and be more direct this time, what has you distracted?”

Y'Ceto balled up a fist at her side, growling to herself as she bared her sharp teeth in a scowl she didn't mean for him to see. Once she realized her ivories of her maw were showing, she shook off her emotions and stood tall once more. “My apologies. How familiar are you with my kind?”

“The nolse?” Baradon inquired. “Familiar enough.”

“Well, then you know that we have cycles.” She paused to see if he interjected with inquiries. He didn't, so she continued. “Gender cycles. And right now, I'm at the deepest end of the female quadrant. The hormonal imbalance has me, uh, needy. And I'm very busy here, I don't find I have the time to take care of it in a responsible way.”

Baradon's sail stiffened behind him and his eye ridge raised. “Is that all?”

Y'Ceto shuffled in place, her thick feet creaking on the floorboards of his office. “Well, I thought it wasn't a concern but if you've noticed my lapse in diligence then perhaps I've not been as covert about it as I assumed.”

“And what should you do to fix it?” Baradon inquired, tilting his head playfully.

She gulped. “Not really a lot I can do to fix it, boss. Just tough it out. It should be gone in a month or so. That's the nature of the cycle.”

Baradon leaned back in his seat, careful to not let his stiffened sail compress against the backrest. He raised one of his ankles onto his opposite knee and licked his teeth. “I'm not sure that is good enough, Y'Ceto.”

“B-Boss?” She stuttered. It was almost comical seeing someone so broad, thick, and powerful as Y'Ceto wavering before Baradon, given that she was head and shoulders taller than him. It spoke to the respect he commanded. “I don't know if-”

He raised a hand and smiled gently. “Don't worry, I'm not going to have to excommunicated because of your needs.” He glanced down at his pad of paper. Next to it was a single vial of teal potion that he'd been musing over the past few days. “I know better than most the primal needs of one's body. But you need to be at attention at all times. Tell me, Y'Ceto, can you think of any way to alleviate these needs of yours?” He was deliberately avoiding the terms but it was clear what he was suggesting.

She glanced around the room, unsure how to answer. She knew the solution but wasn't entirely comfortable speaking it aloud. Their eyes met eventually and she sighed, knowing he wasn't going to let it go. “Well, it would be temporary but I could satisfy the urges when I get home.”

“Any reason you haven't done that yet?” Baradon shifted in place then got to his feet, heavy tail sweeping behind him as he stepped around the desk. He hoisted it up and sat on the desk, careful to grab his mocha latte with one hand and push the cigar and ash tray to the side. “If you know the solution, why let it become a problem? The last thing you or I need is for you to lapse in judgment. Ever.”

It sounded like an accusation, like he was daring her to answer wrong. She was very careful with her words. “I've been dedicated to my position, boss. Not a lot of time to cavort about.”

He raised an eye ridge, downed the last of his steaming hot mocha latte, and put the mug down before slipping both hands in his pockets. “Well, we're going to have to fix that, aren't we?”

“E-Excuse me, sir?” She didn't know how to respond to that.

“I said what I said, Y'Ceto. You can't neglect your own needs if it will compromise your ability to do your job. If your cycles give you these needs, you need to take care of those needs. Diligently and repeatedly, if necessary.” He looked up at her from his spot sitting on his desk. Despite her being taller, he still seemed to tower over her. “Do you understand?”

Y'Ceto stood as tall as she could, stiff as possible. “Not sure I do, boss.”

Baradon pushed off his desk, hands still in his pockets so that he was only one pace away from her. “I'm telling you to take care of yourself. You cannot protect others if you are compromised.”

“I'm still not sure I understand.” She lied.

He stepped past her, sure to let his thick tail brush her girthy calves. When he stepped over her thick shark tail, he made a point to let his own press down on hers, the tip of his tail caressing the flank of hers. “I'm saying there are ways to take care of your needs without exposing yourself.”

Once again she shuffled in place, gulping nervously. “Aye, boss. I'll keep it in mind.”

“Will you?” He stepped up beside her, hands still in pockets as his long tail wrapped around hers to gently pull it upward. “Because I'd be far more comfortable making sure it was taken care of before you leave my office.”

“Sir?” She glanced down at him, her teal eyes wide as they met his.

His sail erected at full mast upon his back as he leaned into her, shoulder against her upper arm. “I'd be happy to take care of this myself if that's what it takes to get one of my best guards on top form.” He was not shy about his intentions and expectations as his tail coiled tight around hers, squeezing her and tugging gently.

She was by no means shy, but she didn't know how to respond to this so she remained stiff.

Baradon slipped a hand out of his pocket and slid it around her waist until he was once again standing in front of her, his tail unfurling from around hers in the process. He hoisted it up and laid it heavily on his desk as he leaned back, looking up at her. With one nimble motion he un-clasped his belt and tugged it out from the loops, tossing it to the side. “It would be in both our best interests if you let me take care of this for you.”

Part of her wanted to politely request permission to deal with these matters on her own, but the dapper saurian in front of her radiated powerful energy. Exactly the sort of partner her body craved. It didn't matter that he was half her size, his aura was immaculate. She stepped forward, hand on her chest where the twin bandoliers crossed. “If you're sure. I can take care of it with permission, boss.”

“Perhaps, but I'd feel far more comfortable if I was able to ensure it was done right.” He reached out with one of his feet, curling his toe claw around her belt, pulling her in closer.

She shuffled and stood awkwardly in front of him, his foot on her hip, claws digging into her sleek flesh through her suit. “If you insist.” She said, other hand slipping down to her waist to undo her belt from above her tail. Once her entire kilt fell to the ground, she gently kicked the garment to the side, her calf wraps with all the pockets and clasps jangling. Within seconds, her aroma billowed out and filled the room with the fresh scent of her briny arousal.

“Good girl.” Baradon assured her, gently tugging his trousers down to expose his rounded mound and moist slit. He flexed his tattooed forearms, giving her a good look at the eels and snakes that painted his scales as he slipped out of his pants and kicked them off to the side next to her kilt. He wasted no time rubbing his loins, coaxing out his tapered tip. “Your turn.”

Y'Ceto cupped her own slit, careful to not grind to roughly with her palm. She may have been the female quadrant of her cycle but she still had two prominent clits that twitched like claspers, a lingering remnant of her male shark contribution. “You sure?”

He snarled in approval with a grinning nod. He felt no need to elaborate farther.

“Okay. If you insist.” She knelt before him on a single knee, cradling his legs with her thigh, her head and chest at his level despite being on her knee. “You sure?” She asked with a broad grin that exposed her many sharp teeth.

Baradon winced and snapped his fingers, pointing beyond her. “Right, okay. Good point.” He then slid out from under her and cradled her arm and chest, helping her up to her feet. He then stepped beside her, one hand wrapping around her rump and under her tail as his own swept across hers. He leaned into her and growled into her flank. “Down.” He said, pointing to his desk.

She tensed up at his touch and command, every muscle clenching for a moment before she obeyed. She knelt once more, arms crossed and head cradled on his desk, tail up. “Will this do?” She asked while glancing over her shoulder at him.

He nodded. “It should.” He then stepped against her tail, using his leg to push it aside, exposing her slit from behind. “Tell me, Y'Ceto, how much more efficient will you be once you're properly cared for?” He then slid his hand up under her tail to part her slit lips, digits slick with her arousal and gliding against her sleek flesh with ease. “Actually, don't answer that. Show me.”

She lowered her head and widened her stance, easing access for his hand. Her lower back muscles tensed to raise her tail higher, ensuring it wasn't in the way, her chest heaving deep and heavy.

“Good girl. That's the spirit.” He curled his arm under her tail and hoisted it up onto his shoulder, then returned to between her leg, hand sliding up and down her slit. He was sure to use his fingers to part her flesh and smear her fluids all over, gently caressing her and teasing her twin clits every chance he got. There was a certain pleasure he took in feeling her massive body twitch and shudder every time he plucked at one of the nubs or loosened up when he threatened to slip his fist inside her. Despite him being smaller, he still commanded her body and would be orchestrating her climax in due time.

He would be brisk but had no desire to neglect her. So, with her tail on his shoulder and her stance wide, he gently slid his hand up and down between her legs, easing into her with all fingers before pulling out and returning to her clits. He'd wrap his thumb and forefinger around them, squeezing them together just enough to coax a twitch out of her before returning to her slit and probing a bit deeper. She may have been much larger than him, but he was shocked to feel her walls resisting him. Her slick, rubbery slit had very little give for his tapered fist.

“Y'Ceto, dear, you are not making this easy.” He gently chastised.

Though subtle, he could have swore he heard the faintest of whimpers from somewhere in her folded arms. “S-Sorry, we're stretchy but it takes time. Otherwise, well, you can tell.”

“So you're saying I should be a bit more forceful with you?” His tone was not harsh, but dominant. As it should be. “I don't wish to hurt you, you're no good to me sore.”

Despite her position, she couldn't help but huff a laugh, her whole body lurching in place. “Boss, the right kind of sore is exactly what you want. What I need.”

Baradon huffed and cracked a half smile, exposing his rows of sharp teeth. “Good to know.” He playfully sneered as he continued caressing her tight slit. With that new perspective in mind, he leaned into her with all his weight, wiggling his wrist and slithering his digits into her until her flesh dilated enough to let him in. With an audible pop and squelch, her slit swallowed him to the wrist, her passage clenching him so tightly it nearly forced him out. As he looked down, he saw the black flesh of her inner thighs and tail wrapped tight around the similarly black scales of his forearm, the tattoos there looking like a tangle of snakes and eels eager to make her depths their new home.

She was exceptionally tight for such a large partner. Her passage was sleek, narrow, and went straight into her with only the slightest tenderness to give way for his fist. Not only was her flesh taut and resistant, but her muscles squeezed so tight he had to struggle to keep himself inside. The only thing that helped him was that she was naturally producing a thick layer of self-lubrication that had a briny, seafoam smell to it. Some might not like that but Baradon had a craving for seafood that was tickling his nares so deeply he could taste her.

Inside, he balled up a fist and gently twisted inside, pumping in and out with shallow thrusts to massage her depths. Every motion loosened her up just a bit more, making it easier and easier for him to get deeper and twist more vigorously.

She squeaked to herself, chirping with a distinctly orca wail that mostly lost itself into her arms, her body shuddering in delight as she pushed back and twitched against his every thrust. She got so into it she ended up on her feet, slit right at Baradon's chest height.

He grinned and growled to himself, getting increasingly intense with each thrust of his forearm. The sensation of her sleek, velvety walls sliding up and down his scales coaxed his member from his slit, making it very easy to imagine that sensation along his length. With her opening right below eye level, he couldn't help but slowly withdraw from her passage then wedge his other hand's fingers in next to his wrist, getting a good look as he parted her folds and exposed both of her mauve clits in the process. He was shocked to see in the dim light of his office that her depths were the same deep purple as her tongue and clits. It was nice, different from the usual reds he saw in others.

The gape only lasted a few seconds before her walls clenched and closed tight, forcing out air and her fluids onto his chest, soaking through the white of his undershirt. Rather than act dejected or disrespected by this, he collected some of the fluid from his vest and licked it from his fingers, snarling in delight as the briny flavour coated his maw.

Y'Ceto looked like she was embarrassed by this but she prepared herself when she saw over he shoulder that he had lowered his head and placed his hands on either of her rump cheeks on either side of her tail base. A moment later, her eyes widened as she felt him press his muzzle into her, coaxing another series of whistles and clicks from her that she muffled in her forearms on his desk.

Baradon's thin, but ridged snout was a bit too big for her to take at first. She was still pretty tight, all things considered, and while he was smaller than her it was still his entire muzzle. So he twisted to the side, bobbing his head back and forth to tease her open. With the right pressure and angle, he was able to pry apart her lips with his own, growling into her and filling her with just enough air to dilate her and allow enough room for him to plunge in deeper.

In one fluid motion he was able to bury his snout all the way up to the crest of his forehead, her powerful muscles constricting his muzzle and holding him in place. He resisted her, forcing himself to thrust into her and tug out, his powerful neck muscles straining against the flesh that held him. Though he was resisted, he was able to slowly and gradually loosen her up by probing her with his muzzle, using his entire snout to pleasure her. He could feel the lumps of her twin clits on his chin and neck with each thrust; it encouraged him to go harder and go deeper.

She was clenching fists and heaving in place, shifting from foot to foot on his office floor while doing her best to not move his desk, given her size and his pressure. The sensation of his ridges pumping in and out of her, tugging on her taut flesh and massaging her folds from within were definitely doing the job and it only got more intense when she felt him trying to open his maw inside.

This was not easy for Baradon, but between loosening her up and his own powerful jaw muscles, he was able to part his maw within her, gaping her deep and wide, bits of air escaping through his jaws for only a moment before a constriction of near-climax forced his maw shut once more. He growled into her, then forced himself to go as deep as he could, thrusting rhythmically and gradually parting his jaws once more. Each thrust was met by a slightly more dilated passage, each twist of his neck and caress of his snout's ridges tenderizing her every so gently.

Y'Ceto's vocalizations deepened from squeaks and