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"Though dragons are rather infamous for practicing Polyfidelity almost religiously when there is no possibility of a clutch, they have surprisingly strong family ties when they do breed. They are often monogamous when actively breeding, though there have been many recorded cases of a male (called a drake; pronounced 'Dra-ik') inseminating a second female (called a draine; pronounced 'Dra-hine') without complications to the relationship between the original pair. This suggests that Polygamy may be more commonly practiced than previously believed, especially since some drakes are more prone to such a behaviour than others. Even so, it appears to be rarely done because of the strain of raising a combined clutch. These cases of polygamy may most likely be accidental impregnations, thanks to the dragons' relaxed views regarding sex. However, some scholars have also suggested that such behaviours may also be due to the fact that draines only come into heat once in four years.

The second impregnated draine is always subservient to the first, though interestingly enough, such rankings do not carry over to the hatchlings. A breeding pair (or trio as the case may be) will remain together to combine their efforts in taking care of the hatchlings. Though there have been exceptions, young adult dragons usually remain in the vicinity of their parents' lair for a few years after officially leaving the nest, often helping with the raising of a new clutch and learning to be parents this way.

Evan when not actively breeding, dragons are extremely sexual. They often take partners for only pleasure, even when raising young. Such sexual partners are chosen irrespective of rank or gender. In fact, it is not uncommon for a young adult without a territory to procure lodgings and hunting rights with sexual favours to an already established dragon.

With the rise of the Roccae in the Second Age, sexual partners have also included any sentient species."

• Extract from "Effects of the mystic beasts on society" by Elaine Longhorn, anthropologist of the Second Age.

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The ferocity of the wind seemed to increase with every second he stayed aloft. Already his wings felt on the verge of being ripped off and blown away. The air stagnated suddenly beneath him and with an indignant yelp he dropped yet another few yards. This wasn't working, he needed to find shelter, and fast. Or he was going to be blown against the razor sharp rocks that was already towering over him. Even though it was day, the sky was dark with clouds and the wind heavy with snow.

Seghrien had always thought the Curndor Mountains had bad storms, but here the Catarrum Mountains were proving their nickname as the Garbanan's Razor border to be well deserved. How had the Shameblood runt lived here for a whole decade? It was very late in the winter and still the place conjured up storms like this.

He barely heard the roar of another dragon off in the distance. For a moment he considered ignoring the call, and a part of him hoped that this storm would separate them properly. The irritating phoenix that had followed him around seemed to have finally gotten the hint that its cryptic advice was not welcome, and after he had smashed the Shameblood's eggs, the bird seemed to have flown off to bother someone else with riddles regarding propriety. But he had barely gotten used to his freedom when the phoenix's place was taken by a young draine seemingly determined to follow him to Barathrum itself. He wished she would get the hint as well that he was not interested in her.

But with a growl, he rebuked himself. She was trying to be friendly and helpful, always deferring to him unlike the phoenix that had tried to get him to change his life. She did not deserve his animosity. So he roared in answer to her call. A few seconds later, she called again distinctly closer to him. He replied once more and after another few seconds, he could make out the dark shape even against the almost black clouds.

"I've found shelter!" she called as soon as she caught sight of him as well. "It is not much, but with this blizzard I don't think we have much choice."

"How far?" he called.

"Not far, I'll show you!" and with that she twisted around and dove closer to the side of a mountain looming before them.

Seghrien swore at her disregard for the unpredictable wind and followed her. He almost lost her as she landed by a patch of hardy Juniper shrubs that itself seemed to be barely clinging on and disappeared behind them. With a growl, he landed hard on the rather steep slope and quickly crawled in beneath the low branches that grabbed and scratched at his scales. And then, he was in the cave.

He shook himself irritably and settled down comfortably to regard the cave. Calling it a cave was probably a bit of a stretch. It was more of a deep overhang, with the thicket of vegetation blocking the open end. But it was out of the wind and protected from the snow. It would do.

He snorted in surprise when the young draine pressed up close to him. He tried to shuffle a bit away, but then felt the barest edge of the wind against his side where a small breeze managed to get past the evergreen leaves. With a grumble he had to relent and shuffle back deeper in under the scant cover they had. The draine let slip a contented purr as he pressed up against her and for a moment he wondered if she had specifically sought shelter that was barely large enough for them both for this very reason.

If it was not almost impossible to fly about right now, he would have demanded that they find something better. But this was shelter, and he seriously doubted that they would be able to find anything else in the mess outside. All in all, she had actually done well, and he should give praise where it is due.

"Well done, young one, " he rumbled, and failed to stop his smirk when the young draine's purring increased markedly in volume. But then she stopped abruptly.

"Ikessa!" she stated firmly.

"I know what your name is," Seghrien glanced at her curiously. The blue-grey draine had been very eager to let him know what her name was when she had first met him. He happened to arrive at the orc settlement, as the Master had ordered, to start the planning of this most important of missions, while she had been there with her dame to negotiate hunting rights on chief Urguss's territory. Her dame had shown him the proper respect. This creature on the other hand treated him almost like an idol to be worshiped, trailing after him wherever he went in the orc settlement and always calling him 'My lord', almost as if she was proud of the fact herself. It was endearing and irritating at the same time.

The next time he visited the orc chief, she was waiting for him. And the third time, she followed him back to the west. And despite his attempts to lose her, she was still here with him.

"If you know it, why don't you use it then, my lord?" she challenged him in her usual upbeat way.

"Why do you not use my name?" he countered.

"You are the Claw of the Master, my lord." she replied without hesitation. "You deserve your title. I on the other hand has yet to earn one. And 'Young one' is not a title! So why do you not use my name?"

"Because you are barely a third of my age." Seghrien replied with a sigh. They had been over this several times, yet the young draine refused to care about it. With good reason as well, for the argument held no merit. Dragons usually didn't care all that much about the age of their partners, as long as they were adult. "Aren't you supposed to be with your dame still?"

"I am old enough to clutch, I'll have you know." Ikessa replied with an unwarranted nip at him. He growled at her and she flinched back a little, crest held low against her cranium. But the reprimand failed to halt her enthusiasm. "My first heat passed three years ago already. Anyway, my clutch mate is still with my dame. She can help take care of the new clutch."

"Do you even know how clutches come to be?" Seghrien snorted, smirking to himself at the indignant stare he received at that comment. However, mirth turned to misgiving when Ikessa suddenly smirked back at him.

"No," she stated bluntly. "Would you mind showing me?"

Seghrien flared his crest indigently and turned completely around to look at her with his remaining eye.

"I am not going to fuck you, draine!" he stated bluntly.

"And why not!" she insisted, though a hint of longing managed to slip through on her voice. "I am not in heat so there is no risk of getting me heavy with a clutch." That last part was spoken with an unintended longing, betraying her true feelings on the matter.

Seghrien did not answer. He only turned away from her to stare over the tops of the vegetation at the bit of dark clouds he could see. He hoped that the storm would not last too long; the sooner he could escape this confined sanctuary, the better.

"Because I have my eye on another;" he decided to state bluntly, hoping the news would discourage her from seeking further involvement.

"Another?" she repeated, a hint of shock and worry in her voice. But then she seemed to cast that aside. "Another, you say, who is not here. Not a very devoted mate, I would say."

Seghrien snapped at her again and this time she seemed to have gotten the hint that she had gone too far. Though, she did have a point. In fact, the draine he had found himself fantasizing about the past month or so would do a lot worse than be undevoted. The silvery draine that had confronted him outside Tharral would most likely rip out his throat given the chance, and yet she had somehow overwhelmed his mind's defences and had started to stalk him in his dreams. With much more delightful consequences than he could expect in real life.

The silvery draine had been the only one to have faced him head-on without being forced to it, even though she had no skill to back her challenge up with. She was a real looker already, but such raw bravery he found even more attractive. And so, whenever he had a little bit of time to himself, he would think about meeting her in more pleasant circumstances then their only real meeting had been some three months before.

Who she was and what he had done to have earned her ire, he had no idea. But he was determined to find out. That was also part of the reason why he scouted the territory for the proposed invasion himself. He would make whatever it was that upset her right and they would produce a clutch together that would be worthy of serving as the Master's personal entourage. They would be the greatest dragons to have walked the halls of Juinkarr since great Gullivarth himself. They would be ...

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, tender lick to his jaw. He jumped and turned to look at the young draine that was crouching next to him again.

"I am sorry for insulting the one you desire," she said, genuinely regretful. "I just can't see how you can want someone who would not even fly by your wing."

He grumbled and turned away from her again, though he did allow her to continue licking him. The attention was nice and he felt himself relax a bit. She affectionately tended to him, her caressing slowly traveling up to his cheek. He jumped in surprise when her tongue pressed softly against the lids of his lost eye, and quickly turned to snap at her. But his reaction withered when he saw her flinch away terrified. As long as he had known her, she had been troublesome and he had often reprimanded her. But never had he seen her truly scared of him. The shock of the moment was enough to deflate his fury at her.

"I am sorry, I did not mean to hurt you. I thought the wound was healed." she whimpered.

"You, did not hurt me." Seghrien sighed feeling suddenly horrible for snapping at her as he did. "It has healed long ago and doesn't hurt any more. You just gave me a fright."

It was a complete lie: The empty eye socket stung with a phantom pain every time he thought about it or the Shameblood runt who took it in the first place. And now it throbbed painfully.

But the lie seemed to have worked. Ikessa relaxed an reached to lick the scars across his eye again, but he flinched away.

"Why do you want to lick me there of all places," he demanded.

"I would prefer to lick you somewhere more sensitive," she smirked coyly, but then strangely became serious before he could say anything about it. "But truthfully, it is one of your aspects I admire most."

"Admire?" he growled, looking at her as if she had lost her mind. "How can you admire my greatest shame?"

"Shame?" she asked incredulously. "There are many Shadowspawn I know who would use a wound like that as a means to avoid contributing their due. Yet you barely acknowledge it and continue to serve the Master as if nothing was wrong. How can an attitude like that deserve anything but admiration? "

She reached for him again even as he watched and placed a deliberate lick on the empty eye again. To his surprise, the phantom pain he had come to live with faded for the first time into obscurity.

For a moment, he felt himself relax as he gave in to her affection. But then he pulled back again, frill raised in indignation when he realized he had been purring loudly. No one had ever gotten him to purr in true happiness since his dame when he was young. How...

Ikessa on the other wing cared not for the gravity of the moment. Instead she only smirked at him as if she had accomplished a life goal and without shame she reached her snout toward his for a kiss, jaws already parted for him.

Seghrien found his mind suddenly foggy and he met her halfway. Their fangs locked together and their tongues intertwined. He was no stranger to sex and immediately he took control of her hesitant kiss, reaching forward to rub and caress her.

But suddenly he pulled back. Unlike his usual self, he actually felt ashamed and he turned his head to look away from her.

"Is it the other draine?' she asked, sounding annoyed for the first time.

He sighed and nodded. Ikessa's attempts to seduce him was blunt and inexperienced, but she was honest and persistent. And somehow, this young draine got him to lower his defences and open up to her. And instead of feeling weak, it seemed as if a weight was lifted from him, as if she was helping to carry the burden of his mind.

"What hold does she have over you, without the decency of being there for you herself?" she asked defeated.

"She ... has issues to deal with first." he replied with a heavy sigh, allowing her to lick him. "Issues I don't understand, and don't have the time to try and understand. So the sooner I find a way onto this Barathrum forsaken patch of Selebore, the sooner I can start to try and find out what it is." He growled irritably. "Using one of the coastal tribes' armada to ferry the troops to the Peninsula will not work as we will be spotted long before we arrive. And there doesn't seem to be a way to sneak around these stupid mountains."

They were silent for a while, listening to the howling of the wind outside.

"Have you ever considered the ancient Catarrii Pass?" Ikessa suddenly asked.

"The what?" Seghrien asked, the name just on the verge of recognition.

"Apparently, when the first humans settled Selebore in the First Age, a group of people called the Catarrii travelled across these mountains. My sire said that they used a pass that stretched from the north-east of the peninsula to somewhere along the Ghost River. The problem is no one knows where it is anymore nor even if it existed at all in the first place."

"But it is worth looking into, thank you." Seghrien smiled.

Ikessa started to purr at the praise and Seghrien turned to regard her.

"Why do you help me still?" he asked. "Even after I blatantly told you that I am interested in another draine?"

"I promised you that I would aid you in any way I can." she declared with her usual stubbornness. "And if that includes helping you with the draine of your dreams, then so be it." She did not sound convinced at the end, but Seghrien could tell that she did mean it.

"Then why are you really here?" he suddenly asked. "What is it that you want."

"Isn't it obvious?" she replied. "I want your seed in me. I want to lay your clutch."

"Many draines want to lay the clutch of the Claw of the Master, but none pursue it with such vigour as you do. What do ..."

"I don't care that you are the Claw of the Master!" she stated vehemently.

"If that was the case you would have used my name." Seghrien retorted.

"If that is what it would take for you to accept me, my lo-... Seghrien, I shall." She sounded a little uncertain as she spoke, but still determined to follow this through. It was rather attractive to him, but he had set his heart on the silvery draine. It will not be right to drop her once he managed to get the mysterious female for himself.

"You realize that I can't give you what you want?" he finally said, still a little hesitantly. She nodded sadly.

"Then, just give me what you can." she replied, fighting back tears. "Even if I can't be your primary mate, please allow me to be even just a second. I know it is not done often, but please give me a chance."

At that, Seghrien recognized his own desperation to please the Master, even if just a little. Something he always seemed to be incapable of. Something he always told himself he would not do when others were placed under his authority.

He knew he could not grant this to all the draines that requested his clutch, but this young draine that huddled with him here, away from the storm was not like all the draines before her. And he had already decided that the boon he was going to ask of the Master was the right to finally be allowed to breed. Not that he was a virgin... He had mounted his fair share of eager draines and the occasional drake. But his duties to the Master had always kept him away from providing for a family. He remembered the strain on his own sire and had decided long ago not to overburden himself like that.

Seghrien leaned forward to lick up the salty drops that had started to form on her cheek. He didn't know why, but seeing her so sad made him also sad. He could handle siring two clutches at the same time, it wasn't unheard of after all.

"I guess we can try that at least." he found himself saying.

The reaction was immediate. Instantly Ikessa pressed forward and locked her lips to his once more. Her tongue immediately followed as she gave him a passionate, heartfelt kiss. He accepted it, reaching up a paw to caress her neck with a gentle stroke. Even with her lips locked to his, she leaned into his touch with a joyous purr. They remained like that for several seconds, until Seghrien broke the kiss. Yet he did not pull away, but remained close to her, their deeper than usual breath warming each other's faces.

"We... We should ..." Seghrien stammered, but found his thoughts a little sluggish with desire. They should wait for the right time. He should by tradition impregnate the silvery draine first if she was to be his primary mate. But she was not here ... And his blood was already running hot in his veins. Ikessa was here and eager, and she was not in heat so there was no risk of getting her with eggs before he could win over the silvery draine.

"Oh Guillevarth's spunk." he swore and got to his feet. "Lift your tail for me."

"You ... you mean?" Ikessa stared wide-eyed at him, almost not believing what she was hearing. Was it not only moments before that he had assured her that he would not be mating with her? Yet, a quick glimpse beneath his belly confirmed his desire for her. She chirped excitedly and almost fell over her own feet in her eagerness to get up and present herself to him.

Seghrien could only chuckle at her eagerness, and moving slowly, he gave the lightest of licks over her vulva. She moaned and pressed back into him, but he pulled back on purpose and delivered another, too light lick to her needy folds. He gave a third teasing lick and it became too much for her. She stepped back into him, and when he tried to step back as well he bumped up against the back of the cave. He was trapped against the rock and a very eager draine that tried to take control of the situation. Though he was not a submissive drake by far, he found strong willed draines very alluring. He growled as his own excitement increased and he gave in to her wordless demands, pressing his tongue firmly against her opening. He slipped in easier than he expected, and she wailed with delight as foreign flesh parted her folds for the first time. He wiggled about, grinning to himself as his latest partner groaned and moaned at the wonderful sensations.

Finally he pulled out, and instinctively run her juices over his Vomeronasal organ. The taste exploded to his senses and he could tell that she was still very much virgin.

"Please, my lord!" Ikessa begged desperately, when Seghrien took too long. Now that she had been given a taste of what was in store for her, she was desperate for the real thing. "Please fill me."

Seghrien grinned, and placing a forepaw on her haunch, he nipped at her flank.

"Say my name;" he growled playfully.

"Seghrien!" she wailed, trying to push her croup beneath his chest. "Please, I need you!"

Seghrien smirked and with a quick jerk of his back, he mounted the young draine. Her legs buckled beneath his sudden weight, but she manage to catch herself before she dropped to the ground. She planted her back legs wide for balance, and without thinking about it, her tail curled around his hip to twist around his own. With the draine completely exposed to him like this, Seghrien stabbed forward once, twice. On the fourth attempt, his sharp glans pressed up against her soft folds. Carefully, he pressed forward, but just enough to make sure that he was secure.

Ikessa whimpered with anticipation as Seghrien repositioned himself for better penetration. But to her dismay, the drake that had mounted her held still, only licking at the scales of her neck. She tried to press into him, but the weight on her back and her inexperience pinned her where she was.

"Please, my lo-" She yelped in surprise when Seghrien nipped rather hard at her shoulder. Then she remembered. "Segh-Seghrien, plea-AAAH!"

Her desperate plea turned abruptly into a painfilled wail as Seghrien shoved in with all of his strength, stretching her tunnel wide and breaking through her hemin as he sunk more than half of his spire into her. Her knees quivered, but somehow she managed to keep her stance beneath her mate. For his part, Seghrien did not wait for her to get comfortable with the loss of her virginity. Instead, he pulled out immediately and with an equally strong push, he shoved back in. Again she wailed, her head drooping lower. Yet she bore the pain bravely.

With the third thrust Seghrien gave, Ikessa felt for the first time that wonderous spark of ecstasy, through the quickly fading pain. The glorious feeling of mating grew more intense with each grind forward Seghrien gave as he fell into a comfortable, smooth rhythm. Her whimpers turned into soft, happy moans as her dreams of the past few months were finally fulfilled.

Seghrien gratefully lost himself in the wonderfully warm and smooth insides of the young draine beneath him. He bit possessively at his latest mate's neck as he squeezed her flanks. It had been too long since he had allowed himself to just let go. For the first time in years, he pushed all concerns regarding the demands of the Master to the back of his mind; the pain of his eye and the desire for vengeance against the Shameblood also fading to irrelevance; even the mysterious silvery draine became unimportant.

All that mattered now was the two of them, sheltering together from the storms of both the world and of life.

On one wing, it seemed that they continued to mate for hours, and yet on the other it seemed as if only seconds had passed. But before either of them seemed satisfied, Seghrien's knot pressed up firmly against Ikessa's lips. Seghrien paused for a second, much to Ikessa's dismay. He danced a little in place to reposition himself better before he assaulted her body with renewed, almost desperate vigour. Ikessa screamed in delight as Seghrien pushed into her with firm, uncontrolled thrusts. Though she worried that she would collapse to the ground if she dared move, instincts drove her to lean back into his groin as he came forward.

Her lips strained to take the large, bulbous segment of his penis, but it seemed too large. Were they too late to tie? But undeterred, Seghrien retreated and placing a backfoot on her stifle joint for added strength, he shoved himself forwards again with all of his might, just as Ikessa pushed all of her weight back into him. They roared together victoriously as the knot popped inside, and Seghrien lost the fight with his loins.

He exploded inside her, thick rope after thick rope of precious seed splashing hard against the inner walls of her vagina. The warm wetness that suddenly filled her pushed Ikessa also over the edge and her first orgasm crashed over her with mind numbing intensity. He filled her completely before his penis trailed off and the golden joyfulness of afterglow enveloped them.

Ikessa first came back to her senses. She never thought sex could be so tiring, even though it seemed that she just had to stand there and take it. Seghrien himself was also exhausted, his breath racing quickly past her shoulder as he was leaning heavily on her back. As he came down from his own high, he started to sensually lick her neck again.

"Th-thank you, my lo ... Segh-Seghrien." she gasped, nearly collapsing beneath his weight. He seemed to pick up on her distress, and with a last lick to her neck, he slipped off her back to stand half to her side.

"You were wonderful, young one." he commented her with a nuzzle to her jaw. She nipped at him in return.

"I am not..." she started to say, but he silenced her with a nip of his own.

"Don't spoil the moment." he reprimanded her playfully.

"Yes, my lord." she replied with an over exaggerated sigh, smirking when his crest dropped. "If I'm 'Young one' then you will have to be 'My lord'."

Seghrien could only smile at that logic.

"Fine, you win." he conceded, also with an exaggerated sigh, though the smirk he failed to hide betrayed his true thoughts. With a determined forepaw, he pressed down on her shoulder. "Now, rest for a bit, Ikessa."

Ikessa purred delighted as she crouched down and Seghrien took up a seated position over her. She may not be the silvery draine, but she was definitely a keeper in her own right.

"Thank you, Seghrien." she purred, flexing her vagina around his penis as if to confirm that she had really been mated, and that her lover was still securely locked inside her.

"You are welcome." Seghrien replied through a purr of his own.

"I just wish that we weren't done yet, though." she sighed.

"Who said we're done?" Seghrien smirked as he started to lick at her crest. She turned around to regard him hopefully, failing to hide her own smirk. "It will be long time still before the storm outside subsides."

End.