Conference room door clicks locked. Heart pounds. Open space outside buzzes. Printer whirs endlessly. Coffee scent clashes with heavy perfume. Sweet. Musky. My colleagues— all women, fairy-named bitches like me. Queen Cervette rules from her glass office. Dextrette and Senestrette, the hand twins, gossip by the copier. New interns Droitette and Gauchette flutter in, fresh hires, left and right curiosities. They fit right in. Days blur. Routine hums.
Then Vaginette—me—flushes red. Skin burns hot under my blouse. Mask of professionalism hides it. Yeuette spots it first. ‘She’s crimson!’ Gasps echo. Cervette checks. ‘Rest up.’ It happens again. Weeks pass. Red waves crash. Cervette shrugs. ‘Her thing. Like Onglette’s overgrown nails.’ I hide deeper. Jealousy simmers.
The Mounting Tension
Bath ritual hits. Breakroom shower after gym hour. Steamy. Mandatory cleanse. Manettes lead: Senestrette pours water. Cold jets. Dextrette scrubs. Clitorette’s turn. Lazy slut, no role till now. Water slicks her. Hands rub firm. Her hips buck. Wings? No—thighs tremble. Rub harder. Faster. Wings swell? Pussy lips puff. She cries out. Gold sprays. Not dust. Thick, glittering cum. Gasm rains. Puddles shine on tiles. Cervette cheers. ‘Clitorette gives gold! Help her more!’ Office glows richer.
Jealousy boils. Clitorette and Dextrette grind daily. Flights? Desk humps. Twists in chairs. Senestrette sulks, gets Droitette and Gauchette duty. I seethe. ‘Me too.’ Mask itches. Hear of dragons—male sales team. Risky. I email invite. Secret.
Knock rattles door. Cervette cracks it. Queutus, tiny dragon king. Cocky dwarf. Doubles size spotting Droitette. ‘Magic!’ Demands me. Cervette lets in. Dextrette pokes. ‘So hard!’ He swells more. I approach. Mask rips off. ‘Fly with me.’ He grabs. Wings pinned. Soars to storeroom. Drops me. Spits load. White ropes. Not gold. ‘Dragon cum!’ Cervette scoffs. ‘No Gasm. Out!’ He shrinks. Gone.
Shame burns. No mask now. Clitorette hoards spotlight. Gold piles.
The Raw Explosion
New knock. Cervus, dragon king two. Big. Promises. Private chat with Cervette. Door swings wide. Langus first. Tongue flicks air. Grinds Oreillette. Tail swats Nuquette. Spots Languette. Aerial dance? Chair grind. Tongues duel. Sloppy.
Dextrus hunts Gauchette. She rises high—onto desk. Senestrus lands by Genouette. Cuissette joins. Giggles erupt. Ronde forms. All spin. Grind. Only me and Clitorette sidelined. Langus gentle. Pulls Clitorette in. She spins. Rubs Dextrus. Soars with Langus. High desk fuck. Gold showers.
Dextrus eyes me. Tail ride. Up we go. Cross Clitorette descending. Wings sync? Pussy grinds his scales. Higher. Gold bursts from me. Cheers. ‘Vaginette! Dextrus!’
Cervus calls Queutus. Huge now. Strains door. Dextrus passes me over. Back broad. Wings beat hard. Higher than before. Shadow dances on carpet. Deluge hits. Gasm floods. Office sparkles.
Cervette laughs with Cervus. All join. FĂ©es and dragons fused. Daily now. Gold rains endless. Door clicks lock. Printer hums. Coffee-perfume haze. I adjust skirt. Wipe gloss. Back to meeting. Smile crisp. Lust hides perfect.