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Dragons Dame: Chapter One

A tug of breath coiled the female's lungs in her leap into the veil underneath the tree line. Shades of the sunlit valley and the gorge further up the hill cradled the eyesight of luxury and rest for her. The heated, royal-blue-scaled reptilian toned down her run and repetitive sprints with paw and slither. In her taut of breath and rest of mind; the four-legged female raised her leftmost paw and extended a dewclaw, showing clumped pieces of soil between joints before her jade blue eyes. Her journey, being that of trill and filled with shrewd chances of curiosity, made the drake swish her tail from side to side before flexing her warm rear and silken scaled body. After shaking off her paw from some clumps of dirt, the young drake took her chances and fixated her trill further up into the mountainside.

Given the chance to make her journey in the wake of her egg batched existence, Iloria, as her name was given, walked the desert lands of the south without a single hitch in the world whilst bidding the search for her home... her origins. Heart shrouded in a conclave of doubt, her soul screamed for identity. Mental conflictions filled her mind whilst spending her rearing years evading hunters, predators, and venomous dangers of the desert sand. Even with hunger, the adventures that led her past certain shortcuts to life made it easier for the four-legged wonder to move on and remind a young drake for a needed survival.

It was not a long trek to pass the uphill slope or scale onwards to the flowing drips of river water flowing downstream. Since slithering past the sand shrilled desert and traveling up past the grassy valley into the mountains, Iloria make her way from the bottom of the hills and slithered many leagues to reach a flat bed of rock and soil, all covering a body of water that fed the downward stream. The soft feeling of relief came over her body before she stood up carried herself once more to approach the small lakebed. She grumbled as she pushed herself upon the ground and picked up her worn-down paws and padded over the soil smothered by the mush of the clear fluids. Splashes of her paws sent a few waves of water in her approach, but once over the body of water, Iloria would finally drink.

Once standing over the waterbed, Iloria trilled at the cool sounds of the distant onrush and the lack of taste in her mouth. In her need to drench her maw in fluids, Iloria immediately dipped her head into the clear surface of water. She soon gulped down more and more fluids out of the freshly cool waterbed, never taking a moment to take a break between swallows. When she was finished, the female whipped her head out of the disturbed tide, breathing rigidly where she was. The drake's flat breast heaved back and forth, her back and rear trailing the residue of the lakebed upon her hide. When the cool breeze from the north brushed her scales, exhaustion kicked in all over her frame and dragged her pause into mounted pressure. Iloria just stood, shaking as the thought of tiredness multiplied into her already exhausted mental state.

Ultimately, her mind caved into the mounted pressure of her figure and started the short walk to dry land. With her paws dragging water and body dripping in it, Iloria would soon make it to a flat soft section of stone and collapsed onto her side with a quick drop. There, she would take her rest and be on her way to continue the walks in life that she normally partook. However, as she started to gradually close her eyes, the feeling of warmth started to develop from the depths of her rear and spread to the tip of her thighs...

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Nightfall would dawn on the puckish gown of an active twilight. While the sounds of crickets blared, wolves howling further down the hills or smells breezing in the wind, the nature of Iloria's reptilian form gave rise to a new predator. In the quenching of her thirst, the female awoke to the grumbles of hunger. Though not deep enough to call the words of starvation, it was enough to beckon a need. As soon as the drake opened her eyes, however, Iloria was quick to get on her paws and venture into the grounds of the mountainous forest.

For creatures without a sense of smell, the hunt would already be over by the time night took its shape. With the complex senses of the reptilian, there were perks to being a feral. Through slithering past various trees, bushes and shrubbery, there was enough small movement in the female to tell her experience. Silence was a key to her world, slow movement was a precaution, and sensing her prey was the key. She needed all three to feed for the next couple of days and she was not going to let herself fall prey to hunger. With time and patience drew the female over and past many obstacles in her way, but as the female she was, Iloria stepped her night up and traveled near a few of the river streams.

And when she started playing smart...

The herd of deer started to gather, a lucky thought and an opportunity in placement. From the far distance of deer taking their time to drink, Iloria knew charging them where she was located was out of the question. So, in a quick thought and a growling stomach, the female decided to lower her body as close as she could to the ground, her figure cautiously padding closer and closer to the herd. The closer she got, the more her adrenaline started to pick up. Her breath tightened as to not give away her position and every single step was made in a lower crawl to avoid movement detection. Each second made her closer to the herd, closer to her prey...

However, the moment she was close enough to make her move, a swooping shadow blared right over the drake and slammed right into the five elk that she was about to pounce. Bellowed high pitch screeches would fill the moment before the shadow silenced the few with thick snaps and twists of bone and the tearing of flesh. At first, the drake was about to pounce what stole her kill, but once her body stood up, a deep growl shook her belly and the tight rips of deer flesh stopped in its place. She could feel the massive size of the creature as it stood well over double the size of her initial height, but when it raised its dark, scaly hide, Iloria knew that she wasn't going anywhere...

Once the scaled reptilian lifted its head and started to take one, two, and three sniffs into the air, the drake knew she could not hide. Running was most definitely not an option and given her very dim chances of survival; she had to confront the beast no matter what he would decide. That was when Iloria merely stood her ground and quietly crossed the river to approach the creature. Seeing as she could see in the night, it was evident when the beast reared its head, the reptilian cocked its head all the way around its neck and looked directly at her. The beast was a winged, scarred reptilian who was taller than what her eyes had brought for her. He was over bearing, with ripples of black covering his hide and horns thicker and longer than any she had ever seen...

It didn't take much for him to turn his body, with some pieces of deer still hanging from his jawline. When she was sighted, the creature tilted its head curiously and slowly reared its massive body and approached the female where she stood. The silence of animals governed the two creatures, but when the winged reptile was close enough to her, there was a reeking musk that surrounded it like an aura of heat. When Iloria sniffed in the massive creature's direction, her snout almost choked up the stench and immediately picked up the scent of the creature. After a few seconds of observation and clenching her teeth at the stench, Iloria figured out what she was dealing with... a male, and a dragon.

Now that the circumstances changed in the light of her discovery, Iloria shook in her predicament. Hungry, with the need of food, and in the presence of a beast for a dragon, there were a few things that could happen. He could see her as prey and kill her on the spot or see her as an intruding animal and defend his territory by maiming her hide... the moment he lifted his massive paws and slowly approached her on all fours, the drake closed her eyes to determine which option he chose. Either he would kill her to defend his quarry or kill her to feed his desires.

When the dragon leered his head forth and closed in on her neck, Iloria's breath quickened.

Instead of meeting her death, the dragon took a deep, cool, and powerful sniff at the base of her throat. A growl came from the dragon in his stead, her sweet and serpentine smell being something that even the female could not ignore. After sampling a taste of her scent, he would lick deep and hard along the softness of her tender neck. Considering of her chances, if she was not going to be maimed and not eaten, then the dragon had other plans for Iloria himself.

The thought of living was joyous feeling, but while the dragon started to lick harder and harder and sniffing more and more of her supple scent, simply taking in the dragons' desire to lick her scales was enough for the female to start looking at the male with a curious mind. Iloria, while she was being licked and sniffed, took in what details the dragon had. He was a black male who was three scores above her own, with thick muscles and a scarred hide. She could see that the dragon's interests were in line with his smell. When he started to get involved with her body, his foul musk intensified into an unfathomable smell that not only filled her mind, but also allured her sweet smell to flower his snout with a haughty compliment.

A raised claw and pleasing snarl were enough for the female to tell what was going to happen. Subsequently when she realized the inevitability of her situation, a single sniff was enough for everything changed in a single blur of the motion.

Moments when the dragon was settled on the frail, lithe, and slender female, a single whiff of a special scent made the dragon clasped his paws her shoulders and force her on her back. It didn't take much for the male to pin himself over the blue scaled wonder and tug his hips between her legs. Iloria whined as she was pressed to the grips of the soil, but once pinioned on the ground and spread like a piece of meat, the female widened her eyes and looked up as the dragon took advantage of a hungry individual.

With her rigid smell and his reeking, vulgar, and mesmerizing musk, the combined scents sent the male into a licking frenzy. After being smothered with his saliva along her neck and his tongue whipping her chest like a physical fountain, Iloria would immediately clench her body and whine out of the sensation of his pressing advantages. Moments after the dragon continued to press and lick, then nuzzle and flex, it didn't take long before the dragon started taking measures into his own paws... whilst Iloria started to feel the warmth in her hips grow hotter and hotter.

What took moments of shuffling had turned the small tug of bodies into a focused sensation of rubbing bellies and brushing hips. Iloria made a short cry as the dragon focused his movements on the emerging smell developing in between her legs. The massive black dragon took a few seconds to baselessly hump her slit and pound her folds without restraint. Iloria's breath quickened as her body shuffled back and forth, scales heating and smelling and rubbing harder and harder against the great body of the dragon above her. Licks and nuzzles savored her appetite, but the rubs of his hips created a hunger for another desire itself. The shaking sensation, her fears of pain and misfortune were beginning to be replaced with pleasure and desire, of craving and need.

Eventually, a large bulge started to emerge in between the dragon's hips. The unique smell of its musk and the slick fluids covered parts of the tip. Within the timespan of a few seconds, he pressed his emerging organ against the flapping scales protecting her folds, her innocence. Like a patient marauder, the dragon smoothly caressed her folds along the base of his length. Each slow movement was a tidal wave of pleasure in the female's eyes, making her ease up to the dragon and accept what she was about to bear... especially what it meant by her being taken under his wing. Inevitably, she didn't care either way, especially when the more his length grew longer and thicker, Iloria started to feel herself trickling fluids from the spread folds and down her tail.

After bidding his time rubbing and nurturing the female from scale to fold, a single growl and a move of his hips were enough to tell that the time for waiting was over. The dragon, in his stead, would furl his wings and aim his tip right at her folds. Iloria would take a quick breath, unsure what she was going to feel as he retracted himself. Not wasting another breath, the dragon took aim at her folds. In truth, he didn't have to aim his hips to find her hole but seeing the sight of the drake taking the chance to see what she was going to be stuffed with was something that caused the dragon to coil his tail and snarl deep with pleasure.

The moment Iloria's hips went tense as he went down, the dragon forced in a powerful thrust that split her folds wide. Iloria managed to let a short cry when he went down on her, the sharp pain of her walls stretching, and her plump depths being filled with dragon cock something that drew her to many lengths of inner turmoil. With a few grunts from the dragon, a couple bucks further into her canal made the sensation enlightening, invigorating, and with addled pleasures the like she had never known. Her legs shook in short spasms, jumping like short sparks of electricity in her veins. Each buck moved her body up and down, back and forth, his short humps enough to work through in the sensation of overbearing scents.

Ultimately, when he pumped about a third of his cock into her folds, one sharp thrust was enough to touch a wall, a sacred barrier leering on the base of her clit, her innocence. The touch caused Iloria to tighten up in pain and clench her legs around him mildly. Iloria squeaked slightly, the pain inside her hole rippling through her hips and shocking her legs with quivering doubt. Every second the dragon touched and pushed on her barrier, the female cried more and more in pain, even if she was in pleasure the other times he had bucked. Seeing no reason to stop, the dragon plunged his monster of a cock through her wall and broke the thin layer of skin protecting the rest of her vaginal canals...

Iloria whined like a wounded animal and shrieked out of exasperation in the face of such intense agony swelling from her plump snatch all the way up her shaking head. Her body was pricked in a series of sharp stings all over her lower body, her back arching to the dragon in his bid to quicken the process. In the mix, little traces of her blood leaked from her mounds whilst the dragon continued to work her pussy lips like a fountain of youth. Now without a barrier to worry about, the dragon snarled out of a craving need and stuffed her clit more and more with his cock, trying to hump his way to a glorious reprieve.

Now in the pace for desire, the dragon would take control of the process and started to pull his cock back then thrust it in further into her depths. Each pound was deep and quick, the female's whines and sharp breaths made the male growl and plow into her muff even more. Every second was an increased pace and each thrust was a massage for his rod. Under the rhythm, Iloria looked up at the male each time he pumped himself deep into her aching body.

His reeking hide and muscular build had brought her a sense of affection from the female, even strangely, as he was working her out into a senseless rut. She loved how the dragon moved in a way that was uncompromising and unyielding to the point of admiration. Even as her body screamed at in pain, she was at a constant state of euphoria whilst the feeling of being humped and pounded seemed like a dream being lived up repeatedly.

In moments, a single grunt emerged from the dragon, just as a little stream of fluids throbbed from the dragon's shaft. The soft fluid smelled heavy with a foul musk, coating her walls like a coveted emollient and making his thrust seem easier for him.

That was when the dragon rode Iloria with a heavy intent to see her body fall to the harsh domination of dragon nature. He moved and worked her clit in a blur of motion, not daring to slow down or give her the chance to make her think of the moment but _feel _ every second of it.

Working up a long harsh moment of nothing but sex, domination, and a showing of dragon pride, the drake slowly lifted her head up to look at the male. His thick muscles bulged as he held her lower body and ravaged her with furious intent. Just by looking, his onyx hide shined a masculine quality that she had never known.

Long after the dragon started his thrust for domination, the submission and willingness of the blue scaled female was enough for the dragon to go as far as he could and seek out every inch that her labia had for his desires. Slowly, in the base of the dragon's cock, a pressure began to mount every moment he pounded into her salivating depths. Only time would tell as the dragon did his part and fucked the female to a ravaging conclusion.

In several more thrusts, one buck of the hip was enough to cause Iloria to instinctually clench and whine deeply out of pleasure. Her wide-eyed reaction and shortness of breath caused the male to inwardly grin and touched that one spot again with another thrust, but a little harder. That made Iloria react again with a louder, deeper clench of her body and a whine like no other. Now given focus, the male would push in as much of his thick meat as he could into that one spot, his aim to buck and thrust and hilt his entire shaft into her folds a newer, greater priority than he anticipated for a feral. Without any restraints, he would pound her folds with so much of his thicc mass, Iloria roared out how much pleasure she was feeling and how hard her body spasmed and clenched around his cock.

As a side effect of his cock pumping into her special spot, Iloria's puffy folds started to contract and squeeze the great beasts shaft wholesale. The pleasure such a tight squeeze made the dragon snarl as the drake whined. It compelled the male go as hard and as fast as he could, hips pounding every second the dragon decided he would give for her to feel.

Finally, in the peak of the savage intertwining of sex addled reptilians, there was a point which their euphoria had to come crashing down. As mounting pressure built to an all time high in the dragon's cock, Iloria would be the first to cave into the immediate pressure as she had climaxed one, two, three, four times seconds before the fifth. In one last and final roar, Iloria would place her paws on the dragon's arms and cried as her pussy walls tightened its hold and fed the dragon one final climax. Inevitably, while being treated to such pleasure filled roars and moans of relief...

Iloria soon felt the dragon stuff his cock so far up her labia, that when he had finally hilted her, a snarl was sounded as the male's cock throbbed hard and bulged into her special spot with another pump. Eventually, after several more throbs of his cock, a warm, tide of white juices smothered her canals with a torrent of its creamy sprays. It flooded every ounce of her canals like a river. She could feel every ova being touched by the fluid. In the few moments that were spent in silence, Iloria's belly showed a slight bulge from his release, trails of their fluids flowed in unison right out of her hole, and the smell around the two smelled heavy of sex...

Over the course of the moment, the drake panted and heaved for air whilst the dragon above took in everything that came in. As Iloria comprehended the climax of their moment, the thoughts of her belly bulging in eggs was the first amalgamation that came into tune. Thinking about hatchlings that had the beauty of her and the strength of their broodfather, it was enough to dream as her body lowered to the ground and breathed in the aftermath of their intense enjoyment. The sweat that covered their silken bodies was enough to speak for the work of their reeking intensions. Musk and smell was everything to the female, and now it was enough for her to lift her head up and gently lick the dragons cheek before collapsing to the ground...

Inevitably, the moment would not last as she was reminded of why she was here in the first place. The hunger that had built up in her belly, growled to the point that the dragon could feel it. With his body still on top of her and still rubbing against her, the male slowly pulled himself from her body and eased his cock all the way out of her. It would leave Iloria dripping in his seed, but with enough space to get on all fours and look to the meat.

With a single lick on her cheek, the dragon motioned her to the pile of meat, growling.

"Time to feed..."

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Ever since the dragon had decided to allow Iloria to feed from the pile of meat, Iloria's cum-filled snatch had become a useful outlet for him. Whether taken on her back, standing on her paws, or with the dragon on his back and her on top, Iloria was driven past the point of exhaustion; but exhilarated at the same time. She had underwent several hours of brutal and uncompromising determination of draconic vitality. Even the aftermath held many gripping moments that left Iloria in wonder.

By then, the drake was a drooling mess. With dragon cum smothering her lower body in a silk layer, Iloria reeked heavily with the smell of his hot fragrance. Stench, musk, and a full belly was enough to take part in resting on her back and rubbing her belly ever so softly. Just by how her body heaved and exhaled so deeply, Iloria tilted her head up and into the twinkling sky. Each little speck of light that had mixed with the shapes of four moons, drove the female's attention into the sparkling abyss.

But before she could be able to continue her respite, the deep stench and immense shadow of the tall dragon had approached her from the sidelines. "Enjoying yourself... young one?" Questioned the beast. His deep, unbending voice resonated in her mind whereas nothing was spoken at all in their intimacy. Once the male had laid himself on his belly and shuffled his paws, the dragon leaned his head forward and dipped his head between the croon in her neck, his tongue seeping out and caressing her tender scales for his own.

Almost immediately when he started speaking in her mind, Iloria closed her eyes and shook her head with doubt. "I am still getting used to your voice in my head. How is this even possible?" Iloria asked, no doubt the ring in her mental curiosity causing some purring noises to emerge from his guttural overtone. In the face of his overwhelming aroma, the dragon laid his head on her chest and placed his paw on the dirt floor. "We dragonfolk are able to speak to each other without maw or movement, it is the nature of our kind... even if you are a meager wingless female. Luckily, I made sure you'd learn mind speech before some dragon convinces you to lay with them. A good female is a dragons greatest hoard." With that, the dragon lifted his paw again and rubbed her bulging belly, snarling with pride.

"It won't be long until you are brimming with my clutch... a wonder why no one has decided to take you..." Seeing the returned pleasure of the dragon's intentions to condition her body, Iloria took his mind-strung words into a form of true affection. To be alive and allowed the grace of being fed and bred, that was enough for her to indulge in such a position. Just to take herself a little further, she would even tilt her head down and pressed her head forward to lick his exposed neck. "Speaking of brimming... I'm afraid I have not heard your name." That was when the dragon lifted his massive horned head and turned his scarred carapace to her.

"Nightbringer... what is yours young one?" Purred the dragon in deep shows of his attention. Another lick would reach his cheek in justification to his advances. "Iloria." The dragon, in his stead, replied with a purr in his throat and nuzzled deeply into her neck. "A worthy name befitting our clutch..."

Before anything else could be spoken, Nightbringer would begin to clutch his paws along her sides. He would grip her body like a pack, with Iloria looking up to him with a frigid compliance. "What are you doing?" She asked, leaving the big black dragon to looking down at her with his sharp golden eyes. "Wrap your legs around me. I am taking you to your new den." Through his command and her lack of choice, the drake locked her legs around his hips while the black male unfurled his wings and started flapping.

In the deep end of the night, the dragon pushed their bodies into the air. With a few well-placed flaps, Nightbringer took off into the sky and carried the blue drake with him into the sunrise...

Thank you for taking the time to read through my first attempt in writing a Story! If you have any questions, comments, or some suggestions on writing tenses; please leave a comment and have a nice morning/evening/afternoon!