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Ramah felt the sand between his toes as he walked through the flats of the beach, the sound of the ocean drowning out the far noise of traffic at the pier and the shouts of children playing at the next public entry over. Such little details like the salty smell and blue colored tide against golden sand made for a wonderful getaway for him and a partner for the festivities he wanted to settle in for. He set down the basket and pack he had brought gently to grab a rolled towel big enough to be a picnic blanket he had remembered and spread it out for now as he had waited for his little date to start, right next to a small fire already roasting the meats he had selected for it all.

The pack was the next, with some dishes he had, along with a couple wine glasses and a small candle he selected for the occasion. It was a simple setup, but with the venue and access, it was more the privacy and romantic view more than the meal that was to be taken. With only a couple minutes, the settings were in place so he could check on the chicken.

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Lillith had taken a walk, on a day like today she expected him to do something nice but the cute little setup she saw on her way back made her awww a little inside. The attractive dragoness wandered up to their little camp and nuzzled against the gold's cheek, humming with delight as she slid down onto her belly upon the blanket. She was trying not to grin like a fool but it was hard to suppress her giddiness.

"Why Ramah, I didn't know you had this in you." She purred sweetly with a tease, her thick tail flopping about behind her. Notwithstanding that it was only their second date of course. The big drake tended the dinner, the lounging hen just enjoying being pampered. If this worked out she wasn't going to get this sort of treatment for another year, might as well enjoy it now!

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Ramah smirked and licked Lillith's snout as she walked past, the gold wearing a little "suit" that was meant for beaches. Shortened bottoms kept it from ever touching the sand, while the white shirt was just as short sleeved to make up for its formal tie look. But that was alright when his date wore such a lovely white sundress to the date as well. A couple checks in hard to cook spots on the meat was enough to show they were juicy and ready to eat, and just in time for his next activity.

"This is nothing compared to what I can prepare in a proper smoking set, or a decent kitchen." He replied as he taken a short stick and let the tip set alight to carry for the candle. The chicken was served to the black dragoness first, before he taken the second delicious full bird and set it on his own plate. "But, a fire is a good enough method easily set alight, and easily quenched when the time is right... Speaking of which."

He had to dig into the basket around the couple of greens containers for additional food, but he pulled out a red, heart-shaped box. A blue bow that matched the trimmings of Lillith's dress tied it shut, a little way he made sure he grabbed the correct one of his orders for chocolates and candies.

"For you. I couldn't decide on what candies you liked, so I bought an assortment of chocolate covered fruits and treats." He smiled with a full rumble in his chest. The treats were of the best he could find, and the chocolate made to match in richness... With a little bit extra added to the mix.

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Despite the big beasty appearance of the feral dragoness, she was still a hen at heart and the gift of chocolate was still a surefire way to make her wiggle with happiness. Served fresh food and an after dinner treat, she accepted the gift with an outward awww this time. Finely manicured claw tugged the ribbon with simple delicacy, popping open the lid and observing the tasty gift.

"You're a doll Ramah, thank you!" She chirped, leaning over to give his cheek an affectionate lick before sitting back down, eyeing the chocolate assortment. She pinched one of the dark chocolate ones and brought it up to her maw, sneakily nabbing a pre-dinner treat with a cheeky grin at him, letting it roll around in her hot maw until the shell melted, exposing the creamy core. It was delightful. "But you're also a bad dragon." She pouted playfully, "Trying to butter me up with my weakness." Still, she was vibrating with delight at the whole ordeal, letting the chocolate and filling side down her throat before scooting up to sample the fine cuisine.

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Ramah watched with a smile as the black dragoness sampled one of the chocolates before going for the main dish. He remembered that she liked a little sweetness before really eating, and he knew the little additives to the chocolate to stabilize it all may take a little bit to start working on the lovely hen. Such a big, healthy lady had to get a little more to really get it working as well, so he smiled wider for every treat she taken alongside and after her meal.

"I thought that such a lovely lady as yourself would like a few little sweeties to go along with your beauty." He complimented her in the dress, loving how it hugged her features, yet didn't cover her too much to allow for a nice sunning while walking. And as the gentleman he was, he also made sure to keep her plate as full as she wanted it, and only started eating when she did. It made for a slightly longer meal... So her treats had enough time to be taken one after another and work their magic.

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She'd regret eating half a box of chocolates tomorrow but meh, today was special and she was going to splurge a bit. By the time the two had finished their meal the sun had begun to set. Once she scooted off to curled up on the beach blanket things began to relax. She could smell the burning wood behind her and just see the candle flicker out of the corner of her eye. With the sun's warmth waning the big girl was glad to have Ramah's company, the big drake nice and warm and easy to wiggle back into, cuddling with the golden male.

They chatted and small talked some, the fine female rubbing and nuzzling against the handsome male. She nibbled his throat and rumbled as he touched her, arching a little against him feeling more frisky than she expected. She supposed she couldn't help that part of her mind thinking about getting laid on valentines but there was that proper part of her mind reminding her it was only their second date. She didn't want to come off as some sort of horny hussy after all. Still, her paw pet along his flank in a less-than-plutonic fashion all the same as the disappearing sunlight began fading out of the clouds as well.

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The gold dragon made for a wonderful blanket to keep the black hen warm when the sun could no longer perform for her, rumbling his own enjoyment of the close cuddling as they conversed until the sky darkened with the coming of the night. The wood fire kept the dark at bay and the cold from being a problem for the gold, who taken notice of her little nuzzles against him. His own paw pet over her side as a test to see how frisky she was, slowly getting closer to her haunches as she laid her own black scaled paws over his flank.

"Ah, Lillith... With such a good dinner, I would hate to spoil it by leaving. Perhaps there is something we can do in order to prolong our Valentine's for just a little longer." He spoke as his paw traced over her dress skirt's edges. His claws barely touched the cloth, not letting it reveal her in any way she was uncomfortable with, but his demeanor helped along with his suggestion when he licked over her neck with a purr. He could tell her own actions were fueled at least in part by his candies, which made him wonder if it had already started to fuel a different condition already. But, until he could get a taste of his own tart and sweet blackberry hen, he needed to wait just a little longer.

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The black dragoness didn't turn her head, just those amber eyes shifting to watch his paw sliiiide down her haunches some, petting her in that way. She let out a slow exhale, her powerful feral body melting under his caresses like chocolate on the tongue. Well fuck... He wasn't making this easy on her... Her tailtip flicked back and forth at the tantalizing prospect that seemed to crop up now, his talons juuuust beneath the hem of her cute little feral skirt toying with her like that.

Her mind started drifting off to less savory thoughts; what was he like... how big was he... She huffed softly and leeeeaned, arching her haunches into that stroking paw some, just a little but enough to indicate her interest. "I... might be convinced to stay a while longer." She was feeling even more hot under the collar now, a pit of warmth in her tummy. "What did you have in mind?" She inquired sweetly, sliding her head up beside his and gave his cheek a playful little lick.

He could still smell the chocolate on her breath.

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A rumble of approval came from deep in his chest when he felt her arch her haunches into his paw. The smell of chocolate was strong enough to know that she had quite enough to get the aphrodisiacs working on her. Knowing the amount he had put in, he expected her to only take two or three to get her nice and ready for a mounting. Yet, she ate half the box, amounting to at least fifteen of the delicious, drugged candies were setting in her belly at this very moment, spreading to affect her mindset and fertility.

"Hmm... I wouldn't mind closer cuddling..." His paw stroked over her haunches and down her tail, giving several strokes to coax her tail up little by little to access her more easily. "Then a little kissing..." He added, licking and nuzzling her snout to add into his suggestive playful behavior. "Perhaps even share a little cocktail before the night is over." He could easily shake up a drink on the spot if she taken him literally, but when he spoke of the drink, his hips rolled slightly to let her feel a lump of arousal in his feral wear against the black scaled base of her tail. "I do enjoy a little decadent drink now and then."

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Ahh hells that was making her frisky! The strong paw sliding across her clothed body, tantalizing her before slipping down to stroke at her bare hide some too... Mmmfh! She huffed, the knot of warmth in her belly blooming with surprising ease. She hurmmed softly as he suggested a kiss, her purple tongue slithering out and catching the tip of his for only a brief moment. The slimy feral contact made her even more squirmy for attention.

Her tail arched up over his thighs with ease allowing him to cuddle in a little closer indeed. And then came the reality, the grinding motion making it obvious what he was suggesting. Her lust drunken mind snapped back a bit. She flushed, eyes shifting about to see if anyone was watching him tease her like that. Of course no one was, most couples had moved on once the sunset was over. He certainly wasn't forcing the issue but damn did the thought of him spreading her vent on his cock right here make her wet...

"What... you mean... like... here...?" She huffed.

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"Mmm... A drink is a drink, regardless of where you partake." He replied to her question as if it were the cocktail that was in question. His paw stroked over the underside of her tail, up and down what he could reach of it and making its way down to the base, where blue and white panties kept her decent for the times her tail flagged too high for the skirt to cover. He let his bulge stay against her tail base as well, letting her feel it grow in his pants, all while she hesitated for those moments to let the drug continue its work. Well groomed claws teased at her vent as he stroked her tail, rubbing over the lining that separated a warming body from the cooling air. He taken a deep breath against her scales in case the fertility drugs had already given a scent cue to her condition. "It is the company that you keep that surely makes the drink special."

His paw didn't stop until he felt something wet against his digits, where it finally retreated enough to let him taste the blackberry juice the lovely hen made. He licked over the claw with a purr and then kissed her once more when it was nice and clean, one claw already reaching down to stretch the fabric over her vent once more to let her get another tease: his arousal bumping against her own with a squish, cloth being the only thing keeping her body from being speared through by hard, purple flesh.

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Oh heavens! Her eyes half lidded as his talons rubbed against her nethers. She felt so dirty right now, out here on the public beach being felt up by her date. Gawds he was hot and feisty! She couldn't explain why she felt so randy right now but hells if she wasn't enjoying it. She hoped he wouldn't think less of her for going along with this but he was pushing all of her buttons right now.

Of course she didn't know his little treat had help make that button a big red do-not-push too with her tender ovaries being tantalizingly caressed by the drugged treats, encouraging her eggmakers to open up too. She melted into his embrace, the grinding of his obvious drakehood and talons just making her heartbeat quicken. When his tongue met hers in a full deep embrace, she accepted the treatment wholeheartedly, their thick tongues toying with one another in a way that would make any young couple blush.

By the time the two ferals parted ways he had a good collection of her nectar gumming up his claw again. The rich pheromones of a hen in heat could be tasted, the naughty drake getting to enjoy the ripe natural perfume. She had, for the briefest time, considered seeing if he had any protection but quickly dismissed it in the heat of the moment. She felt safe enough anyway...

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The gold tasted his claws once more to take in the scent and flavor of a healthy hen's heat. One brought about artificially, but no less flavorful or fertile as a natural occurrence with such a beautiful black against his belly. His claws finally reached down and opened up the fly of his feral leggings to let the pointed tip escape, only pulling them down just enough to bare his entire length to their eyes. With her silence as consent, that tip pressed against the only barrier left keeping her decent, letting the wet panties help soak his tool in a little wetness. With her flavor on his tongue, he let his tip press in, only to deflect down between her legs. But with each time it did so, the center of the fabric was even more wet to the touch, until it was entirely soaked through.

But that wasn't the end of the teasing. Her flavor already had him ready to seed that belly of hers... And to prove it he reached down with his claws and guided himself against her, the cloth dimpling into her as he pushed forward and sank the tip into her fertile body, the panties be damned, and shiver as a strong shot of seedy pre squirted out and through the already soaked places to leak into her. Ohhhh... It felt so good he had to do it again to make sure she even felt it through the soaked cloth.

But such shallow penetration wouldn't get what he really wanted out of her. He was done teasing when he gently pulled the tail clip off, slinking the soaked piece off of her haunches and down off of one leg, letting her feel his flesh poke at her covered vent, until with a slide it was bared and the tip under mere proximity sank the first couple inches into fertile folds with a hiss from the gold. More of his length followed once that cloth was removed so far as to never be pulled up until he was good and finished deep inside the black hen.

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Her cheeks were aglow when he wiggled a bit to expose himself, the strong pointed spear a hefty purple color near matching the color of her own rich purple pussy folds. Her tongue instinctually flicked getting the barest taste of him on the air and then rrrft when he slid his bare cock against the fabric of her undergarments. Oh fuck! She could certainly feel that powerful rod grinding against him, toying with and teasing her. His capacity for foreplay was certainly to be admired, she felt like she was going to burst.

Her needy vent was mercilessly teased, rubbed and stretched, pressed and primed, tail flagged far out of the way to give him ample room to. She tried to maintain at least a someone plausibly causal stance, not wanting it to be obvious she was letting her date fuck her out here in public on the beach but it was hard. She bit her lip gently, claws balling knots in the blanket as he casually dragged her panties off to the side and let that fat pointed spear just sink into the hot fertile confines of her naked vent.

She hadn't realized she was holding her breath until she had to give a long huffing exhale with his crotch rubbing up against hers, that thick leaking spear lodged deep into her dangerously unprotected sex, feeling the hot sticky-slick confines of velvet her vent snug around that probing shaft. There was quite a bit of hen to explore under that lovely plump tail of hers and the devious drake was getting the perfect opportunity to root around in that egg-ripened cavern. She let out a lewd huff as he dragged that fat flesh back across her sensitive channel and dug right back in, indulging in this pleasing carnal sport.

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The slick yet sticky wetness helped Ramah as he pushed deeper into Lillith's fertile body, While it did make every movement feel like her folds didn't want to let him go, it made wonderful noise as they would relent and gulp down a couple more inches every time with a wet squelch. Each new thrust against the black hen's undertail had another growl of lust fueled satisfaction escape from his maw, even as he looked down the curve of her body to watch himself feed his breeding tool down eventually to the hilt. She was certainly a deep one compared to other hens he had bred. He wasn't quite sure if the tightness he felt at the very tip of his length was just more of her to love, or if he had after a few testing, squishy trusts against her snug, swollen vent already found the gatekeeper to her eggs. None the less, he growled in delight when his first heavy throb of pre shot out to lubricate any further entry.

"Oooh... Such a wonderful lady to spend Valentine's Day with..." He huffed out, grinding for a moment longer before slowly fucking her with full strokes to loosen her walls up. with his position, he wasn't able to reach the deepest he could, say if he was on her back... But he with every stroke in pressed hard to give every inch to her fertile body, letting her needy muscles milk more seedy pre from him as she edged him closer to climax.

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The tightness might have been how nervous she was those first few strokes, the excited danger keeping her on edge even as he slowly fucked himself deeper and deeper into her unguarded vent. The more he kept at it the harder it was for her to focus on the potential risk and forced her mind to indulge more in the real, if as of yet unknown, risk. He held her against him while his tail end rocked back and forth, drawing that fat flesh from under her tail only to cram it back all the way in with a juicy shlop. The more wet she became the more juicy the noises as his crotch kissed hers again and again in a wicked lecherous indulgence.

The mixed scent of a lush fertile hen being rutted by a big frisky drake caked the air, overpowering even the salty sea scent as the horny drake coated her insides with his lust; just a precursor of what he had in store for her. The longer they went at it the more careless it became, the big hen shifting slightly, wanting him deeper and harder inside her. Ramah didn't seem to be minding the extra room, shifting with her to take advantage of every inch she gave him.

Her soft huffs and whines were adorable. If only she knew what those jostling bucking thrusts were doing to her poor drugged eggmakers, her womb singing to his tune as the slick sloppy sounds of a pair of dragons fucking on the beach became more... musical.

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Minutes went by as the fire crackled behind the two breeding dragons, punctuating the wet slap of scales against scales and the sloppy wet sounds of a purple spear being thrust deep into the deepest reaches he could get to with it. Lilith's whines were joined with pants and groans of a drake who stopped once to feel her walls squeeze over his length as he waited out a dangerous edge of his climax, petting over her belly in a lustful thought of how swollen she might get once he spent himself inside. It helped him power through the near accidental seeding of the black hen he was rutting, His paws would every so often press in against her belly after some time, helping those egg makers dump their ready ova into the fertile fields that he would be seeding by massaging over them and tracing the route they were to take for their resting place to develop and lay later.

It was so good when he felt her give him all the room he needed to search out the gate to her ready womb that he felt ready to burst when he finally found it in his golden strokes. Instead of pulling back to fuck her until his climax, he felt around and kneaded her between the legs, helping her along to clench and drag along his swelling ridges until with a body shuddering groan his spear throbbed heavily and shot the first of many lances of seed into her.

His tail twitched with every heavy throb his cock made, pushing more and more of his thick load under a black tail eager to make use of it. He even as his pulses started to weaken massaged their connection, over her vent and under his tail to ensure he milked every drop of virile seed into her. Yet, he didn't leave those depths when finished... And he was still hard as he panted onto her neck.

"My... Lovely lady. I would love to share another cocktail with you all night."

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The golden drake was very close to pressing that big red button of hers and tipping her over the edge. Kisses and nips and rubs and strokes and... oooohh gawd! She felt him cumming inside her, his firm purposeful thrusts punctuated with a hard jerk of that greedy spire buried deep under her tail. And then another... and another. It was hard to tell exactly when her own orgasm had started- somewhere in the midst of his, her mind too fogged in the pleasured haze of, unknowingly, being bred.

Ramah had the full satisfaction of knowing he was emptying himself into a working, fertile vent. The hot little hen squirming on his impaling spire and rippling in a cacophony of powerful, pleasurable contractions. She shuddered and hissed all while the big male enjoyed the sights and sounds and wickedly satisfying sexual pleasure of impregnating the black dragoness beneath him. Her depth gave him plenty of room to leave he his seed, coating those glossy dark pussy folds in a fresh coat of white until the excess began leaking out of her naked vent.

His wriggling little sperm would have plenty to do inside her as well, her trembling eggmakers sore from the unexpected amount of activity, a juicy gut-swelling clutch being fertilized in droves. And they'd have more partners to 'dance' with in the following days as she finished off her chocolates. The trembling 'ness let off a shakey exhale as she came down off her high, pleasure glazed eyes peeking open at him as he made his offer. She felt sore and a little exhausted after the ordeal but gave him a blushy huff. "I think... I'd like that."

He'd need to take advantage of her now; she wasn't going to be able to wear this cute little sun dress pretty soon...