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How to Hunt for Dragons

Asharya was on the hunt with something very specific in mind. Her prey: a peach and magenta dragon she'd been keeping tabs on for the better part of a week. Before long, she'd finally be able to make her move, to pounce on this drake and get from him what she wanted.

She was not a dragon, herself. No, she was a slate gray and midnight blue wyvern. A subset of the saurossin race and thus born of the same ancestors but unique enough from dragons to be seen as their own distinct culture and species. Although wyverns and dragons were known to intermingle from time to time, the two groups lived and hunted separate from one another, with two distinct territories and identities. Her flock were to the north of the range while the dragons mostly lived in the hollowed out hive of caves within said mountain range. All but this one dragon that she had been following.

The dragon in her sights was rarely seen with others of his kind and seemed to prefer solitude over socialization. Perfect. For Asharya, this meant he'd be a much easier target, weak to her feminine wiles. But she was not hunting him in the traditional sense. She wasn't looking for food and had no interest in sowing tension between her flock and theirs; on the contrary, she was eager to create bonds, or at least to find someone to help her out.

It was that time of year, and Asharya was in season. In heat. Estrus. Her loins ached with desire as her instincts demanded she find a mate. Other members of her flock offered sons and fathers alike to her, to fill her with a clutch of eggs, but she wasn't interested. She was not prepared to be a brood mother, even if her young would be raised by the flock and not exclusively by her. While her body demanded sex and she was willing to give it that, she had no interest in carrying eggs.

That was why she was on the hunt for a dragon. She wanted a partner, someone to help her with her unique, seasonal needs, but not one who was close enough to her own species that could result in an unwanted clutch. Dragons, though aesthetically and historically close to wyverns, were just different enough that they were incompatible for cross breeding. Again, perfect for her. She found her mark, and was closing in on it with the precision of an expert hunter.

She was perched atop the peak of a snowy mountain range, staring down at her prey as he sauntered through the woods. Her wing-arms kept her in place, though she found it difficult to maintain her grip on the icy snow-capped peaks. Fortunately, she had enough protection to keep herself from freezing in the high-altitude wind.

This dragon that she was hunting was clearly young. Small but a bit bigger than her. He was rarely seen with the other dragons and it gave her the impression he was either exiled or introverted. One or the other. It was hard to tell without actively approaching him but it was a question she didn't feel the need to propose. She didn't care all too much about his backstory or history with fellow dragon kind, she just needed to negotiate with him to satisfy her urges without any romance. With any luck, if he was reliable and eager to learn how to please her, perhaps she'd return to his territory whenever the seasons rolled around and she found herself once again in need.

For now, however, she was going to do what she needed to entice this young dragon, and it looked like she knew exactly what she needed to make it happen.

He was a hunter, but in her time stalking him from afar with her superior vision and vantage, she had come to see that he was still struggling with that part of his existence. He only succeeded one in five attempted hunts, leading him to go days without food in his belly; as a result, this gave her some leverage to work with. He was perfect for her very specific needs and he was worth the trade.

However, after many days of following him around, keeping to nearby peaks, and observing his actions, Asharya decided it was time to make her first move, to introduce herself and see if she even needed to offer him a bargaining chip. So, from her spot atop the snow-capped mountaintop, she kicked off and spread her wings to catch a chilly updraft en route to this drake's destination.

As she glided down the crisp air that surrounded the mountain tops gave way to a slightly warmer, more humid blanket of fog. She could still see through it to where the drake was headed, but it didn't take long for her to lose herself in the white mist. In fact, by the time she came to land where she was sure the drake was heading, she couldn't even see the treeline of the coniferous forest less than fifty meters away in any direction!

She wasn't panicked, but she knew dragons could be territorial, so she lowered her body and prepared for what could have been a fight that she planned on avoiding. She wasn't submitting, but body language spoke volumes about one's intent and she could think of no better way to greet this drake than with a distinct, clear display of peace.

Moments later, as she was struggling to prepare herself, the drake's form stepped through the wall of fog into the clearing, wings partially spread and head down near the ground. He was on high alert and didn't know how to respond to a wyvern lass in his territory, so he simply asked. "What brings you here?" Four words were all he needed to bridge the gap and diffuse the tension between them.

Asharya blinked and raised her head, realizing that this had just gotten far easier for her. She expected a fight, not a dignified conversation. "I'm here for you." She explained, then realized too late that she hadn't explained a thing to him but probably just raised more questions and came across as hostile. In order to quickly and immediately fix that, she continued. "My name's Asharya. Pleasure to meet you, I hope. What's your name?" With her head held low and wing-arm outstretched, she approached him in a way meant to be non-confrontational.

He seemed confused but also perceptive enough to know she wasn't here to fight over territory or food, so he stood tall and folded his wings on his back. "I'm RimeFang." He said, keeping his sentences short. "What business do you have with me? You know I've got no sway with the dragons of this mountain, right? I'll hold no value to the elders and I make a poor bargaining chip."

She shook her head and smiled, which may have looked natural to a dragon or may have seemed sinister due to how many teeth she showed. Once she realized this, she closed her maw. "No, no. I'm here for you. Rime. Nobody else. I don't want anyone else."

"I still don't know what it is you want. Please be clearer or I'll be forced to abort this conv-"

"I need your body." She blurted out, interrupting him. Her blunt statement caught him off guard, leaving him stunned in place so she continued. "I'm sure you know, dragons and wyverns are close but not close enough to breed. I want the feeling of mating without any of the unfortunate results. I'm not prepared to ... procreate ... and based on what I've seen of you I get the impression you feel the same."

He raised his head and ruffled his wings in agitation. "What you've seen of me? Have you been spying on me, Asharya? That's not a very good way to initiate a friendship, you know." The look on his face told a story of cognitive dissonance; he was trying to appear bold and dominant but wasn't taking the situation seriously at all. To him, he was just playing along.

It was her time to be caught off guard. She hadn't considered that stalking a drake might be seen as uncouth in dragon culture. "Sorry about that, I just meant-"

"It's fine, at least someone's paying attention to me." He interjected. "But why me?"

The blunt and forthright response from Rime made Asharya feel guilty, knowing that she'd specifically targeted him because he appeared young and inexperienced. She sought a partner she could grow with, learn with, and teach while being taught, not an elder drake who would just control the situation. She knew that there was always a bit of tension between wyverns and dragons, so she chose her next words carefully while being careful to express herself succinctly. "From what I can tell, we're about the same age, with the same level of experience. I wanted neither a dominant or submissive partner and I felt that, given your apparent youth, you wouldn't be dominant with me. Not yet."

Rime narrowed his gaze. "So you want me because you think I'm a virgin and you can train me to mate in the style of a wyvern?" He paused to let her respond, but when it became clear she didn't know what to say, he continued. "Because I'd be amenable to that."

Once again Asharya didn't know how to respond to that. Usually she was the one who had to be as forthright and upfront as she could be, but it was strange to have someone counter her and act just as blunt as she acted. She had a whole plan set forth to negotiate, but now she wasn't sure if that was necessary. "Rime, are you sure about that? I was thinking maybe we could go hunt, I could help you with a meal or something. Then, as thanks for my help you'd-"

"I appreciate the offer, and the help." Rime interjected as he slowly bowed in respect. "And skies above I need it some days, but you don't have to buy my loyalty with meat. I told you, I'm just glad you're paying attention to me instead of casting me aside. You seem to see value in me, even if it's just as an outlet for your desires. I'm okay with that, truly I am." He then stepped close to her so he was standing above her, head up and wings partially spread.

This made Asharya uncomfortable. She came to Rime for his submission, not his assertiveness. She assumed she could earn his loyalty instead of just getting it. It felt right to not earn what she was getting, and Rime was making it difficult to offer him anything in return of his services.

Fortunately for her, Rime was just perceptive enough to pick up on this. "Okay, how's about this. You clearly had some grand plan knockin' about your noggin that involved lengthy negotiation, demands, and eventual compromise. I don't know what all you had in store for me - or what about my personality that you saw made you think it was necessary - but for the sake of brevity could we skip all that and assume you just did whatever it was you planned that would finally have me agree to your terms?" He grinned, but stepped back to give her some space, knowing she needed it.

A long and awkward pause descended upon them, its silence accentuated by the cloud of fog that encroached upon the clearing where they stood. Asharya was lost in her own thoughts as she considered his request, eventually coming to assert herself once more between them by standing tall on her wing-arms. "Deal. Follow my lead." She then turned around and took a few steps away, tail up and hind legs spread wide to ensure Rime could see her slit but not in the greatest detail. "Well, I've provided my end of the bargain, now use that tongue to fulfill yours."

It took the dragon a moment to figure out what she meant by this, but once he got a glimpse of her glistening folds partially hidden by her ventral scales, he licked his snout and stepped forth. "I accept your offer of peace, and I will gladly repay your kindness." Both of them knew at this point that their behaviour was that of a roleplay and not reality, but they subconsciously agreed it was the best way to skip the niceties and inter-species rituals needed to bond. No meat was exchanged, no services rendered, and yet Rime was about to offer himself to her in a way that made him just as happy as she.

And that really was the crux of the situation between them. Rime could have used a fresh kill for his belly, but he was as hungry for dragoness as he was for prey and she was willing to give him that. As far as he was concerned, they both won, so why not?

He paused a moment, mid-step en route to her backside. "Are you sure we're doing this?"

She just wiggled her hips and wrenched her tail up high so that it was clear.

"Alright, I won't question you. And, uh, I guess I'll be quiet? Is chatting a turn-off?" He nervously sputtered, each word another distraction strong enough to keep him from making contact.

Asharya glanced back over her shoulder at him with a look of bemusement on her face, tail up as high as it'd go while she growled a bit. Her loins, which had remained moist throughout and were now dripping with anticipation, couldn't help but squeeze out a bead of her fluids as she rolled her eyes. "There's usually a lot less talking, yeah." She stated with a blunt inflection. "So if you could just get to work, this would be better for both of us."

Rime nodded. "Alright, perfect. Just making sure. It's been a while."

"I can tell." She joked, still glancing back as she cracked a smile. "But don't worry about that. Hopefully we can learn together. For now, just give it your all, but in exchange for that meal I gave you - in theory - I expect pleasure. So stop talkin' and get to work!" She didn't mean to be forceful, but the moment she curled her tail up her depths began screaming for attention and she knew if she didn't get it from Rime she'd have to grind on some rocks at the beach or something just to satisfy her urges.

She'd much rather have had dragon flesh inside her.

Fortunately for both of them - especially Asharya - Rime was just perceptive enough to not waste any time. Once he saw the glisten of her folds reflecting what little light cut through the fog, he lunged forward and came to stand right behind her. He eased his way forth until his snout nearly touched her, but rather than just dive in or nuzzle, he paused and offered a sniff followed by a long and deep exhalation that tickled her just right.

To Asharya, this seemed like it was an expert move by a savant, but she was soon tipped off to the reality that he was just hesitating and nervous. After the pause, he practically pounced on her from behind and buried his snout under his tail, his action given with enough force that it nearly knocked her over and would have had she not braced herself!

At the same time, he also did what he could to probe her depths with his tongue, lashing at her from all angles less like an expertly controlled master and more like an overenthusiastic dog. While his vigour was appreciated, she felt the need to correct him on his behaviour. "H-hey, you can slow down a bit, you know. It's not all about speed and power. Try being more - ngph - deliberate." She insisted, pausing to grunt as she felt his muzzle press against her once more and his tongue hitting the exact, perfect spot if only for a split second.

He pulled away and licked his lips. "O-okay. Sorry. I'll try that." Then, in a response so dapper and overcompensating, he shook himself off, laid each front paw on her rump, and pressed his lips to hers in what could best be described as a fine dining pose. He lightly prodded, extended his tongue, and closed his eyes to really take in the flavours - even going so far as to raise his pinkie talons on each hand - before really getting into it.

Asharya thought this was silly at first, but once he got into a groove with his tongue lapping at her depths and prodding along her walls in a rhythmic, wavelike cadence, she found herself no longer caring about the goofiness of it all. Absurd or not, it felt wonderful and was an absolutely outstanding start to her day. It felt odd to her to be in that situation, but a tongue was exactly what she needed and she was happy to sacrifice the underside of her tail to this rookie cunnilingus artist if that's what it took.

Of course, in the back of her mind, she knew that she could train him to be better. Or maybe not better, but to drop the facade of eloquence and inspire him to let his more carnal side take over. In the mean time, his lips and tongue were doing a fantastic job, even if she had to pause every minute or so to stop herself from giggling at his dapper posture and proper eloquence.

Rime, on the other wing, was clearly trying to be polite and respectful. He focused on his movements - most of which involved undulating his tongue in a way that slithered it in and out of her while also tugging at her depths and tickling her lips on the way out. He kept at this, steadily applying more and more pressure until she started twitching and grinding against his snout, pushing back so much she had to adjust her hind paws and step with her wing arms.

He naturally pushed back, because he wanted more, only to have her depths collapse around his tongue with such power it forced him out, , a gooey flow of tangy wyvern mess trickling out from her lips and onto his snout! He knew he had done a good job, so he kept pushing back and licking with all his might even if he could no longer get his tongue inside her. As he did this - lapping her folds and pecking at her ventral scales - his member slowly peeled out from its depths to drool on the dirt of the clearing.

Pleased with his successful attempt, Asharya collapsed onto her belly while keeping her tail raised high. She panted and gasped for air, satisfied. From her position faced away from her, she curled her neck and glanced at him. "Think you've still got enough in you for a round?"

"Another round? I dunno, my tongue's kinda tired." He said, lightly patting his own cheek and letting his tongue loll out to exemplify his statement. It was meant to be comical, because he'd do anything to dive in once more and wasn't sure if she had climaxed or not; he wasn't that experienced.

Asharya shook her head while deeply rumbling at him, slowly raising her body to all fours - being her hind legs and wing arms - before swaying her rump at him. "No, not your tongue. I see you're excited; I thought you deserve a bit more. You've pleasured me, now it's your turn."

He clenched his jaw and gulped. "Well then, I won't say no to that. Do I just, uh-" He stepped forth and placed a paw on her haunches, sniffing under her tail one last time before making his move.

In response to this, she wiggled her hips and lowered her chest to the ground, pushing back into him and hoisting her tail so high it curled over her lower back and nearly pushed his one paw off her haunches. She wanted it, and while she was tender and tingling from his tongue - something she certainly didn't expect - she wanted more. The original plan was to ease her way into a carnal relationship with this drake, but her loins begged her for more and he made it clear his tongue had tired.

Rime was a quick study, especially when it came to acts of intimacy. He may not have been experienced in the manner given his history being ostracized from his dragon kin, but he was eager and smart enough to pick up on the wyvern's signals. It helped that dragon and wyvern behaviour were similar in tone and movement and vocalization. Her insistence urged him to leap upon her, mounting and wrapping his paws around her waist while reaching down to bite down on her neck for stability. His wings spread to cover her, to protect her, as he bucked and thrust in an attempt to find his target.

She did all she could to angle herself, biting her lips and focusing on her position in order to best match his enthusiasm. He had terrible aim, but she could feel the prodding and smearing of his precum all over the backs of her thighs so she knew he was getting close.

Then, in one lucky thrust, his cock tip found its mark and parted her lips to anchor him at that angle. Once he was certain he had found himself, he bucked with all his might to slam his hips against hers, belly pressing against the underside of her raised tail.

One thrust. One thrust was all it took. He slammed himself into her and had lost much of his vigour before he had buried himself in her. By the time he felt her swollen lips close around the base of his member, tying his knot in place, he was already curling his toes in delight in an attempt to keep himself from climaxing prematurely. He managed to halt his pleasure by distracting himself, but it seemed Asharya had plans for him.

The moment she felt his knot begin to swell inside her, she clenched as hard as she could and arched her back to tug, resulting in the perfect blend of pressure and friction on his member. She could tell he was trying to hold back given his sudden halt of all motion, but that didn't mean she couldn't counter him by grinding and tugging with rhythmic clenches, so she did precisely that.

He growled into her ear while still biting down on her neck but had absolutely no self control after less than a minute of her milking him with her depths. He instinctively bucked once more, slamming hips to hers as his cock tip and knot both swelled, a torrent of his seed flooding her depths and seeping into her deepest regions far beyond the reach of his member.

Such pleasure was greater than Rime could have imagined; he was not a virgin but it had been so long that he had built up a reserve of dragon seed deep within his loins that all came out at once. So much so that he felt the pressure build on his knot, threatening to force it to pop from her depths with a gush of his essence; if that happened, he expected to be forced to clean it orally.

Asharya rumbled and slowly bent her hind legs to pull him down onto the ground atop her. She got what she wanted, but was still clenching her walls to coax and milk more from him. Before long, she felt her lips dripping dragon seed down her inner thighs, her depths now bloated with all the mess he'd deposited in her. He was still chomping down on her neck, so she turned to look him in the eye with her long neck. "You can let go, you know. You don't need to-"

"Sorry." He interjected before she could finish, prying his teeth from her scales as he did so. He then licked her where he saw his tooth indentations before wincing as he felt another wave of pleasure milk another burst of his essence into her. "S-sorry again, I didn't mean to finish so quickly; I don't know what came over me."

She grunted and clenched as hard as she could, the pressure squeezing his member from tip to knot with enough force to pop each lobe from her depths in unison. This resulted in a deluge of creamy, silken dragon seed to burst from her depths and soak into the dirt below her. "That's alright." She said with an ethereal sigh. "If I was expecting you to last longer, I wouldn't be teasing you in an open field. I'm sure, if things work out and we can see each other again, I'd love to let you practice."

Rime gulped and nodded. "I'd quite like that. Any idea when that might be?" As he spoke, he shifted on all fours to slowly back off her, leaving a slimy trail of cum that went from coating his length to having splashed around her slit with a creamy puddle between them.

Satisfied and slowly regaining her post climax composure, Asharya rolled onto her back with her hind legs up and wing arms folded over her chest. "I'm in heat, so does tomorrow sound good?"

The drake's eyes went wide and he nodded enthusiastically, licking his lips as he saw her exposed loins once more. "Of course, yes. Same place?"

"I don't know where or when, but for now how about you clean up your mess. Don't want my people knowing I've offered myself to a dragon, do we?" She winked at him and relaxed so that her legs were basically folded along her flank, fully exposing her slit to him.

He nodded and stepped over her, happily cleaning her with his tongue as his member slid back up into its slit. The two of them had quite a season ahead of them, and they had all afternoon to discuss it while he catered to her on wing and claw.

Not that he minded. This was the best thing that had happened to him in years. She knew this, and had every intention of ensuring it stayed that way if it meant she had a partner on call to care for her every need and whim.