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Dragoness Sweetness and First Times

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Saphira Fafnar

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Ember grumbled, the pink dragoness flopping to the ground beside her favourite cherry blossom tree (pink, just like her scales). It was not the sunny day that she had hoped for but a tumultuous, grey sort of day where the clouds scudded across the sky as if they were chasing one another, hasty to arrive in her scope of vision and just as eager to leave.

But it wasn't a normal sort of day as she grumbled and twisted, shifting and adjusting her position constantly. The dragoness' scales changed from pink to a shade of pinkish-yellow for her belly, running down from the top of her throat, though they were still forming their true colour as she became an adult. In terms of even their extend dragon-years, she was an adult, but it took a long time for their scales to settle, shifting between different shades for many years until they finally grew into both themselves and their bodies.

Her wings, however, were already fully-grown and had been for many years, translucent with pink membranes stretched between them, a pair of pale yellow horns pushing back from her skull with a light curve in the middle where they were thicker at the base. Although it was not usual for dragons in her world to adorn themselves, it was not frowned upon either and Ember wore a heavy pendant around her neck, clasped tightly around her throat in gold while the pendant denoted a ruby cut into the shape of a heart.

Groaning, she sat up, scratching the back of her head, paw running down her neck to her chest, toying with that pendant. It hung there as heavily as it always had but something about it that day seemed different, her scales super-sensitive, far more sensitive than they usually were. Why, it was to the point where she wanted, in part, to rip off her necklace and toss it away for the weight of it around her neck was too much to bear, scales crawling and itching no matter how many circles she turned in, tail following behind her with each completion.

"Ergh... What's wrong with me?"

Muttering to herself, she tried shaking herself off, her soft pace across the meadow coming in shorter and sharper strides than usual. She beat her wings but couldn't find the energy to lift herself from the ground, even though she was very capable of taking flight without anything of a running start or a height advantage, like a drop off a handy cliff or something. Every inch of her body ached as she juddered and twisted even as she walked, unable to keep her body straight and constantly turning one way and then the other.

It was not a state that Cynder expected to see her in as her friend stumbled into the crystal cave where she liked to meditate the best, the young adult dragoness slimmer and lither than Ember, who was of a more traditional build for the land in which she called home. Cynder still wasn't convinced that her egg had been cared for by the dragon guardians from the mating of a pair that had lived there, for there was no other dragon there that she had come across that looked like her.

No, she was longer and slimmer, her entire body holding a lanky yet deadly air to it, still growing into herself - again. Not that most dragons had to grow into their bodies for a second time but she had been escalated to the late stages of maturity by the darkness and Malefor some time back, a part of her life that still lingered on the edges of her consciousness each and every day. That was why she spent so long meditating every morning and evening, taking the careful time to remind herself that she was still "her", still Cynder, even if her crimson underbelly and black scales reminded her of the time that she had become nothing less and nothing more than a monster.

But her friend needed assistance.

"Ember?"

She sat up, shaking off her long, slim tail with the white blade at the tip, still with a notch out of it, her horns itching as if mites were scampering across her scales.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

It seemed like a silly thing to say when the dragoness, who was about the same age as her, was in such a state of distress, whimpering and twisting, rocking back and forth with her tail even trapped under her body. Whereas that was strange enough, there was a feverish gleam to her eyes and Cynder was quite sure that the pink dragon would have been sweating too if they had been mammalian and possessed the sweat glands to relieve their bodies of excess heat in that manner. As it was, dragons had to hang open their maws if they were too warm and Ember could not even consider closing hers, sprawling out with a whine, tail thrashing restlessly back and forth, back and forth.

Cynder leapt into action, though her reflexes were not what they had been, something cloying and heavy clinging to her, slowing her down. It took her longer than it should have to get Ember sitting up and sipping water from a bowl carved out of a piece of rock, polished smooth throughout many sessions with a grinding stone and, finally, many pieces of moss to bring it to a fine shine and perfect smoothness. It was an implement that Cynder was particularly proud of and it spoke volumes how highly she thought of her friend (and just how concerned she was about her) that she so willingly allowed her to use it. Things like that, things that she could make with her breath abilities and her paws, had become important to her, things that she could do and say: "yes, look here: this is me. This is who I am."

Knowing who she was... That was important. That meant that she'd never go back to who she'd been.

"Ember, can you tell me what's wrong?" She said gently, stroking her friend's cheek with the smooth edge of a claw. "There's got to be something. Flame didn't stir up the chickens again, did he?"

It was not something that would have brought Ember to such a state but remembering the time that the young male dragon, Flame, had let all the chickens out to run amok in Town Square brought a crack of a smile to Ember's face. With that, she found the strength to take a sip of water and then another, leaning heavily into Ember as she could not help but still rock and grind her hind end into the ground.

"Oh... It's so strange..." The words seemed childish and hatchling-like, which she was far from, coming from her lips, but Ember had to get them out anyway, wrestling with how her stomach lurched dramatically. "I don't feel right... I feel all warm...and tingly..."

Cynder blinked, pulling her head back sceptically.

"But it's not even a warm day. Are you sure that's how you feel?"

"Yes!" Ember snapped, tail thumping one of the crystals, a tall section of amethyst that Cynder had found and brought back to her meditation cave. "Of course, I know how I feel!"

"Sheesh, alright..."

Cynder backed off, shaking her head, though she had to admit that something wasn't sitting quite right with her either. The dragoness did not smell as she usually did but Ember was known for trying out new fragrances of her own blends and concoctions (some were more of a miss than a hit), so it wasn't all that strange for her. But as Cynder sucked in careful breath after breath, she was made aware of something heavier, something that clung to her nostrils even as she breathed, trying to worm its way up even more deeply into her senses in a way that, well, simply didn't make sense.

Ember's chest heaved as she studied her but the dragoness was so caught up in her drama and dilemma that she was barely even aware that Cynder was there, nerves driving her to pace back and forth, back and forth. The repetition of her steps and a quick turn at either end of the cave, water pouring down in the back corner to a glistening sparkle of blue crystals lining the base of the crafted pool, was draining to watch, as much as Cynder retreated softly into herself, inviting Ember to do the same in a half-meditative state.

Breathe.

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It worked, if only a bit, Ember slowing and glancing at her, though her steps continued. Cynder watched her, allowing her eyelids to grow heavier and heavier, inviting her to join her, a sense of deep calm and relaxation sinking into her muscles, weighing them down. She wanted to bring Ember there with her but no one could be forced into meditation, as beneficial as it could be, her friend panting lightly as her flanks shuddered with anxious breath.

And then Cynder knew, stirring as if from a deep sleep with her eyes open and a line of tension running down her flanks into her hind end, the curve of her glutes and hamstrings tight where they could have been relaxed. For she recognised that scent, even though it was not like her own, and Ember's tail lifting and clamping down, alternating between the two, was a little more of a giveaway. Still, she could not have been sure until the pink dragoness paused by the wall of the cave, backing up and, seemingly subtly, grinding back against the crystals, breath catching as her body bid her to put pressure on the softness that lay under her tail. She surely would not have done it if she'd realised what was wrong with her or that Cynder knew what she was doing but it was just the clue that Cynder needed as she nodded decisively.

Poor Ember...

"Oh... Ember." Cynder shook her tail, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth, denoting her amusement even though there was nothing really all that funny about it at all. "I think I know what's wrong with you..."

"Yes? You do?" Ember spat the words out as if they left a foul taste in her mouth, though Cynder could no longer take it all that personally as she paced anxiously back and forth. "Well, spit it out then! I can't wait to hear what you have to say!"

Her words may have been barbed but they were only so as the young dragoness didn't yet know what was happening to her, though Cynder had had the fortunate misfortune of already being in her position before, if only once. She'd secluded herself away in the cave for days on end when that had happened and both Spyro and Ignatius had been quite concerned about her, though she had kept them well away, fearing that they would smell her there, that they would know. Of course, there was nothing at all embarrassing about the condition that had afflicted her back then but there was yet to be an elder, female dragon to show her the ways of dragoness-hood and, thus, she'd had to work things out for herself in the interim.

But maybe she could make things a little easier for Ember through the heat of her own experience.

"Ember..." She tried to be as gentle as possible as her smirk pulled at her lips, tugging them up as much as she strove to hide it. "Ember, you're in heat."

The pink dragoness blinked at her.

"What? Like a deer?"

That did it for her: Cynder could not help but laugh out loud, a gust of wind bursting from her lips as one of her breath abilities made itself known too, blasting Ember in the face. If the pink dragoness had been snappy and antsy before, she was practically apoplectic as she righted herself, tousled and glaring, tail thrashing and nearly cracking into the crystals that Cynder had worked so hard to collect and curate. It was only the other dragoness rushing in that stopped Ember from destroying a particularly rare piece of larimar, though she was sure that her friend wouldn't have meant it when the fervent itching in her scales came down at least a little bit.

"Ember!"

"Would you get off me?" Ember thundered - as well as a pretty pink dragoness could thunder, that was. "Honestly, Cynder - this is silly! We won't mature in that way for many years, not even as we're adults now! That doesn't matter!"

Cynder, however, was steadfast, blocking Ember from leaving with her tail.

"Oh, yes? Then, tell me, how does this feel?"

As she spoke, she dragged her tail around Ember's hindquarters, the dragoness shivering, but that was not the crux of it as she teased the slender length under her friend's tail, seeking out what lay at the very base of it. Where there was an anal ring tucked up high, there was the plush vent that Cynder had expected to find too, plumped up and flush full of blood with the lips ever so slightly parted. And if Ember had had any doubts about how good another dragoness pressed up against her had felt, even when it was just Cynder's tail, the stroke of that flexible appendage across her needy folds sealed the deal for her, bringing the luscious rise of a full-throated moan to her lips.

"Ohhhh... Oh. I see..."

Ember blushed furiously, her anger dissipating, though it was not the time to feel guilt over her behaviour and Cynder had such a kind, knowing, look in her eye that it would have been too far to throw herself on the ground and grovel. Not that she was bad at grovelling but, well, maybe that should come later. Exercising as much decorum as she could, Ember cleared her throat, a deeper shade of pink crawling down the scales of her neck, pressing up against the underside of her scales as if there was something heated, a monster within, that ached to blaze through.

"So..." She said, processing the words with some difficulty, wrapping her tongue around each one. "What do you do then, when you're in heat? You must... I guess... You must know what it's like, if you knew? Right?"

Cynder chuckled faintly and shook her head, though she was not denying Ember's claim.

"Yes, that's right. It wasn't too long back but it must have been on the end of mating season for dragons that I matured there, so I didn't have to deal with it for a while afterwards - still not now. As the days grow longer, it seems that our bodies prime themselves to mate and then grow dormant over winter. It is more than a little inconvenient."

Ember nodded, rattling and tapping her claws against the stone cave floor.

"What do you do though? There has to be something to make this itch go away, right?"

Cynder started at her, raising the ridges of her brows incredulously.

"Well, yes, there is, but I didn't think you thought about Spyro in that way anymore..."

"What - no! No! By the dragon above - no!"

That, at least, had Ember laughing, breaking the tension, though everyone knew that they had both had a thing for Spyro in their younger days. He'd grown up a lot though and was far more interested in learning magic those days, delving into the arts of what it meant to be a dragon, much less a purple dragon, in their time and age. Where he had a lot to learn, that had left them devoid of attention and making up their own games and adventures, exploring where time took them. The lack of an elder female dragon too had had more implications on them than they realised, but some of that would only come to light in later times and years. It was a good thing, however, that they were not alone, despite how times had changed, the world still in a state of flux after all that had happened, challenging their views and their adaptability.

Maybe that was why they had broken into a bodily cycle of breeding as such young adults too. But there was no one that they could ask about that.

"So..." Ember said, rubbing her cheek, the giggles still layering her lungs, threatening to send her off into further peals of mirth. "What do you do then, when you're like this? What happens? I don't think Spyro or Flame have shown any interest at all in us like that..."

There was an edge of disappointment in her tone but, for the moment, Cynder chose to ignore it. She'd just be glad that they had each other rather than dwell worrying about the mad antics of the boys and all the trouble they got themselves into.

"Well, there are other things too," Cynder said, tapping a claw thoughtfully on her chin. "You can't just go through this for a week without getting some relief - that's like a really good feeling that goes through you after you have had what you need in that way. I don't understand it enough to talk about it, but I can show you, if you like?"

It should have been something more embarrassing than it was but Cynder had had her fair share of embarrassment in the world in times before and it no longer seemed all that much of a stretch to help out a friend, regardless of what it revealed about her. Ember nodded quietly, appearing so small and withdrawn that Cynder's heart could not help but to go out to her, and the black dragoness was twisting around, sliding her head back to her tail before her mind caught up with what her body was leaping into action to complete.

"What are you doing?"

But it was easier for Cynder to show her rather than to explain everything to her, a strange little tingle of excitement prickling at her scales. She arched back demonstrating her flexibility, though it was still not all that easy for her tongue reach the slit of her folds, containing her pussy and a throbbing nub that, before, had made her mind burst and ricochet through with untold ecstasy. It was that sensation that she sought to describe to Ember, what released just a little bit of the tightness in her groin, though the tease of her tongue against her slit, which was ever so slightly flushed and swollen even then, was almost enough to make even that mission slip from her mind.

She was as sweetly tart as she'd ever been before and Cynder had to swallow a moan as she licked deeper, delving into her pussy in a way that she had not done for months. Her slit closed softly around her tongue as if welcoming her back and she teased within, wriggling the appendage around, trying to show Ember what she had to do. The other dragoness had to see to know how to relieve herself, although even Cynder admitted that it still seemed a rather unusual thing to have to do to oneself. Still, it felt good and she slurped up into herself, blushing at the noise, though it was all well and good, surely, just another way that she could show Ember how to relieve her need. It may have been strange but all dragonesses must have done it, the lack of a male not hindering them in the slightest.

"Cynder - I can't do that!"

"Huh?"

Blushing furiously, Cynder jerked away, though tried to retain the air of a teacher, regardless of how she less than discreetly fanned her wings out, cooling her body however she could. She'd gotten carried away but she tried to play it off as she licked her juices off her muzzle, shaking her head.

"It's not that hard," she started to say but was drawn up short with a snort as Ember twisted.

Whereas Cynder was rather lithe and flexible, the same could not be said about Ember, the dragoness thicker than she was but not exactly curvy at such a time. Maybe she would become so in future years but she could not twist around anywhere near as far as Cynder could, her tail waving frantically, tongue sticking out as she helplessly and hopelessly tried to work her way around.

"It doesn't work!"

Stifling her giggles with a paw over her lips, Cynder's slit drooled a little moisture. That was not the problem, however. The problem was just how delightful Ember's flushed little virgin slit looked, though not even Cynder could have explained just why she thought about it in that way, licking her lips under the cover of her paw. It must have raised the same weird need in her as seeing a piece of fruit dripping with sweet juices did, salivating at the thought, a weird quirk of her psyche that popped up at the most inopportune of moments. But Cynder was good at controlling that.

Or so she thought.

For she had an idea and it was difficult to tell just where that idea had come from in the glimmering comfort of her meditation chamber, tail flicking anxiously, lines of tension stiffening her muscles where she strove to relax. Without truly thinking it through, for that was not the way to go, she rose to her feet, untwisting, tail dragging behind with her vent drooling, need teasing through her body.

If Ember could not relieve herself, well... As her friend, what else was Cynder there for? She knew what to do, at least in part, and, well...

Her thoughts trailed off, the pink dragoness collapsing onto her side and rolling over, legs splayed as if to cool off her vent, though that only gave Cynder an even better view of the treat to come. Was it a treat? That made sense and didn't make sense, her mind fuzzy with need, the dragoness only dimly aware that she was entering her own heat, the clawing need between her legs simmering subtly, drawn into stark definition only due to the presence of Ember in the cave with her. Maybe one dragoness could force another into heat but that was something to consider later as Ember looked up at her with those big, beautiful, blue eyes of hers.

"Here..." She shuddered, gulping in a breath, striving to appear reassuring in a shaky smile while her pulse raced. "I'll... I'll help..."

Ember didn't know why she let her but it seemed easier to sprawl out on her back with a shuddering mewl that didn't seem natural coming from her lips. Never before had she made a sound like that but she would find herself making many more, looking anxiously down the length of her body as she laid back, Cynder's nose questing lower and lower. Even though she'd never been with someone else before, Cynder knew just where to go; it was hardly as if dragoness anatomy was all that different between them, after all. And the black dragoness glanced about shiftily before delving in, running her tongue from under Ember's tail down to the tingle of her clit, a tiny nub of pleasure that held so much in store.

If a deal could be sealed with a kiss, an accord could be struck with a lick, and sensation exploded through Ember from that lick alone as she moaned out loud. It was wrong and it was right and none of it mattered anymore as long as she got what she needed. Instinct demanded more, so much more, and Cynder was eager to give it too, leaning into Ember and slurping into her sex, tongue digging deep. It was strange, so very strange, to feel something slender worming and wriggling its way up inside her but in a good way, finding spots of sweetness inside her vent that Ember simply could have never before known existed.

"Oh... Ohhh..."

She moaned, whimpering and pawing at her own muzzle, her blush creeping through her, bringing a rise of heat to every scale in her body, more and more. It simmered through her as if she was about to find another breath ability, for Ember had never been of the fire-breathing variety of dragon, panting heavily, her little chest shuddering as if she couldn't get enough air into her lungs. It was easy to relax into it as soon as Cynder began, though the tongue didn't quite hit the right spots, exploring and teasing her. Cynder rumbled a growl into Ember's cunny and the dragoness whimpered in bliss, the searing need inside her trembling as if that, perhaps, could have been enough to tame it, if only a little.

Yet it was not enough and the need only ramped up as Cynder stoked a fire within her - but how could there be a fire there? She was not a fire-breathing dragon! Ember still didn't know quite what her breath ability was but she did know that she was good at making plants grow, the fertility of the soil her forte when it came to bringing new life into the world. Panting and heaving, she juddered up to meet Cynder's tongue, trying to scrape her hind legs back under her, needing it, needing it all so much - and just not getting what she so sorely needed.

"Ohhh..." She moaned, twisting her head, frustration lacing her tone as she nipped anxiously at her lip. "You're making it worse..."

But all Cynder could do was to try, straining to repeat the motions of her tongue that had felt so good on her pussy but she was yet to learn that every dragoness was different. Every dragoness would like something different when it came to that special kind of pleasure and no amount of licking and random slurping was going to make it right for Ember without that little something more. Why, she hadn't even found her clit yet and Cynder redoubled her efforts with a groan as her slit dampened further, the very act of giving to Ember making it all the worse for her.

Yet she had to help, had to do something, swirling her tongue around that hot and wanton passage, the vent that closed so very sweetly on her tongue as if the pure depths were trying to drag her tongue deeper. She could go deeper, yes, and panted in a hot rush of breath over Ember's slit as she wriggled it in, seeking out the innermost barrier within her that would, finally, call halt to her flexible penetration.

Not enough, still not enough. Ember wriggled and grunted, trying to find the right spot but how could she find what she did not even know, in her rational mind, was even there? Clumsily, Cynder slurped her tongue back out of that hot slit, licking her lips, though even that had given her a jaw-ache as she groaned and worked out the kinks in her neck, muscles contracting and locking up where they should have been loose and flexible.

"I... I'm sorry... I can't..."

"Ladies..."

They could not even separate, trembling and caught up in their need, a need that could not be satisfied by the exploration of inexperience. So needy were they, scales crawling with insidious heat, that they did not even turn as the silver-black drake swallowed hard and chuckled, shaking his head at them. A large drake, larger than they were, he was older than them but not yet as big as Ignatius and the other guardians, perhaps bigger than Spyro and Flame were at that time. Visiting to study magic with Ignatius especially and the ways of their land, for he had flown far to be with them, he had not said much in his time there to Cynder and Ember, although their eyes had curiously followed the strange dragon with the glittery, silvery scales from a distance.

And now they had a view of him up close and personal as his lips quirked in a smirk, something deeper and more sensual lighting up his eyes, purring as he licked his lips. Cynder trembled in place, barely able to keep herself upright, something sweet tugging at her nostrils as if an invisible paw was trying to guide her head around.

So sweet... She inhaled deeply, unable to help herself, and it only made the situation under her tail all the worse, her vent drooling thickly, splattering from her slit. It should have been embarrassing but, really, Cynder didn't think there was any room at all for embarrassment left in her soul, tail twitching higher, showing off what her body had to offer even if she did not understand just what it was that her body was doing.

"Perhaps I could be of assistance?"

Cynder snorted, stepping back with her head held haughtily high. As interested as she was in him, just what did that drake think he had to offer that they could not have done for themselves? He was just spitting words - spitting words like so very many of them all were apt to do!

"And just what do you think a drake can show dragonesses about pleasure, Xigfeldo?" Cynder growled, tail lashing. "We are busy. So speak now or leave us to it!"

Hardly perturbed, Xigfeldo twitched his tail, the fluffy tip brushing the air in a sensuous sweep of fine, silken hair.

"I can show you what feels good," he said pleasantly, lying down and stretching out, though Xigfeldo was careful not to intimidate them by getting too close, the dragonesses as flighty as he'd ever seen them. "There's more to me than you know."

Ember may have whimpered but Cynder wasn't all that sure that she wanted to know what more there was to the drake, the heat and lust in her body up, clouding her senses. Still, there was that sweetness hanging in the air around her as if she had lain down in a bed of richly scented flowers, drawing her in. Without thinking, she licked her lips and shook her head, but the drake was right there and his tail was lifting, Cynder reeling back from the scene as if she was watching it play out rather than being an active participant.

And it was then and only then that she understood that there was nothing untoward in what the drake was there for, as he was not simply just a drake at all. He boasted a cloaca, which was not all that unusual, but the sweetness that trickled from the slit of it could only be one thing, even with her inexperience in that matter. Sure, she'd seen a male shaft before when the males had needed to urinate and hadn't been as discreet and as polite about it as they should have, but the slipping out of his smooth-skinned member revealed something else within his cloaca, even Cynder leaning in with surprise lining her body.

He was not just male.

"You..." Her eyes widened. "You're not..."

"Indeed," he said with a chuckle, exhaling a soft sigh of relief now that they were, at least then, on the same page. "I have both. Though I usually go as male, depending on my mood. It's flexible in these days, don't you think?"

She could only nod dumbly, completely unaware that dragons could do things like that, be like that, but it made sense, especially considering how the world changed. Lying back, Ember grunted, tail flicking, though she was far less concerned about the revelation of Xigfeldo having both a male and a female sex within his cloaca than Cynder.

"Then can you show us what to do?" She huffed, forelegs tucked up to her chest as she looked at the drake upside down, perhaps the bolder of the two. "I can't get my tongue down there..."

Xigfeldo chuckled.

"Yes... Well, I can show you some flexibility stuff there too, but I think you look like you should already be able to do that, no problem, right, Cynder?"

She jerked, startled, unaware that he had been referring to her, though she was so caught off-guard that she could only nod, answering him before wondering whether or not she should have been doing so. Yet Xigfeldo was up and on his feet, claws tapping the stone rhythmically, the cave suddenly seeming too small for all three of them with the larger drake looming over them. Somewhere between Cynder's build and Ember's, he radiated power despite his age, and she backed away with her tail tucked down, chest trembling with something that she could not explain.

Yet that was all well and good for Ember as the drake settled down comfortably to at least begin relieving her and showing her the ways of pleasure, although Xig had to, sadly, assure her that it would take some time before she was able to be flexible enough to curl all the way around to her cunny. Ember would have groaned at that but the explosion of pleasure from the lap of his tongue sent that spiralling from her mind.

She may have groaned or she may have made another sound entirely but her lips parted, ripping pleasure from her as she squirmed and wriggled in place, panting and squealing. Was that a squeal? Oh, who in hell cared when it felt so good?! It was all she could do to retain some manner of control over her body, legs kicking and twitching, Ember's breath catching, though nothing seemed to be under the control of her mind any longer. Bliss swamped her, each lap of that long, sensual tongue bringing another flurry of pleasure, more and more coursing through her, the need something that rose in tantamount to the pleasure he was giving her.

Maybe that's just how it was?

She could not know and would not know until several orgasms had been locked away in her lustful vault, learning more about her body under the teasing stroke and swipe of Xigfeldo's tongue than she ever had before. It was tender and it was light but it hit all the right spots as he gently parted her folds, even letting out a moan and a shudder as he teased deeper, letting his tongue part her entrance under the invitation of her body.

He was no virgin to pleasure, after all, but he was not as experienced as he would become in much later years, living a life as he did for a dragon that would become a more lustful being than he was in his younger days. Xigfeldo was only just starting, in the grand scheme of what was to become his life, see what he could do for others in terms of lust and pleasure, hips rocking and tail swinging, his need rising as he lapped into her pussy. Of course, he would not have held back his arousal and the thick oil of his perfume slopped out of his cloaca, his body producing such copious amounts that he could not have called halt to the effect of it if he'd tried.

His need was there and it had to be at the forefront of his mind even as he slurped into Ember's cunny, lewdly smacking his tongue against her soaked folds, the lighter, softer layers of scales dripping with her juices. And she was so sweet, so very sweet, that Xigfeldo could not have stopped even if the need had snarled up within him, bidding him to hold back, to be sensible - for what sense was there when it came to breeding and mating? It was the most carnal and holistic of activities that a dragon could partake in and, much like the dragonesses before him, he could have been in such a position as to not understand what was happening to his body when he entered his first heat cycle too, the rampant drive of dragon breeding season coming above even their usual lustful encounters. He was fortunate that he'd had those that cared about him, back then, to show him the way but seeing Ember and Cynder there, not knowing, reminded him abruptly that things could have been very different.

He was one of the lucky ones. Xigfeldo shivered, rumbling a growl into her pussy, the vibrations travelling deeper and deeper, the dragoness clutching at his head and horns, rocking up, trying to retain control of herself. But it was his turn to lead them into the light of lust and show them all that their bodies could do.

Ember couldn't help herself and neither did she have to as she cried out her pleasure before Cynder's eyes, rocking and grinding, her tail thrashing and offering her some leverage with which to thrust up against Xigfeldo's muzzle. There was no question, however, as to who was in control and Cynder pressed her lips together tightly, striving to seal away her need, as Xigfeldo dug his muzzle into Ember's still virgin cunny, his tongue squirming within. As the pink dragoness climaxed with a throaty gasp and a cutting off of her cries, body arched up, trembling as if held there by a giant claw, Cynder knew that he was the one that would bring them into the next stage of adulthood, showing them what they had, perhaps, been missing out on for a little too long.

Her slit dampened, staining the cave floor beneath her, the scent of sex heavy in the air as Ember twisted and writhed, only the weight of Xigfeldo's paw heavy on her stomach keeping her in place. It was not an act of control but rather letting her know that she was safe from even herself, her juices marking Xig's muzzle as quickly as the silver-black drake slurped them up, as eager as Ember for that treat. Cynder's breath came more and more urgently, pulling at her throat and lungs, aching to be there in the midst of it all even though she did not yet know what was to come for her, what she could do as a female dragon.

Of course, she knew the mechanics of it but more than that, well... Hm... That was beyond her, at least at that time.

Xigfeldo pulled his head up, lewdly lapping off his muzzle, the pink of his tongue flitting up and over, showing off the length of it even as Cynder stiffened, her slit letting out a particularly thick slop of her arousal that audibly splattered to the stone. Chuckling, he swung his head back and forth as if questing for her scent, though she remained stoic and still, her head regally raised like the queen she had been.

No... Like the queen she still was.

"And you..." He purred, his eyes half-lidded and softer than she had ever seen them before. "It's your turn, if that's what you want. Are you only now coming into season?"

Cynder tensed.

"How...did you know?"

"My dear..." He rumbled, licking off his muzzle as if he thought that some drops of Ember's juices still remained there. "I always know."

Ah, he was bold, perhaps a little too bold, but that was just what Cynder did not know she needed, her legs trembling, aching a little simply from the strength it took to support her body in that moment. She stood, regardless of how her joints ached, her tail finding an arching path up over her back as Xigfeldo licked his lips and waited on her, the tip of his nose glistening with a telltale drop of Ember's fluids.

The pink dragoness was none the wiser as to what was going on around her as she moaned in the afterglow, tingles of ecstasy rippling through her even then, though there was far more for her to learn as a little of her need, but not all of it, was sated. Xigfeldo stepped over it, Cynder's hind end swinging towards him as if in offering, but he had to be careful, respectful, show her that he wasn't going to do anything that she didn't want him to, that her limits were her own and he would respect that at all times. After all that she had been through as a much younger dragoness, it seemed like the least he could do, regardless of just how much his cock ached for the sweetness of her pure slit.

Cynder trembled, holding her breath, but was forced to exhale when the tongue that she was expecting - surely he'd just take what he wanted? - did not come. She was "forced" to look back at him, not even knowing if she was to be next or not, only following the needs and desires of her body, limbs moving without conscious thought like the little puppets some of the elders had, once, made to entertain them as hatchlings. Yet she was no puppet anymore and a strong, proud dragoness with wants and wills of her own.

Xigfeldo waited as she groaned, tail flicking up a notch higher.

"Just do it..."

Not the most welcoming invitation, yet it seemed to be the only one that he was apt to get as he nodded softly and licked his lips. In his next breath, his nose pushed gently under her tail, nudging it out of the way, though it was already high enough. He thought that her tail hole may have been a little too far for her, that time, but the sweetness of her pussy was free to plunder and he lapped at the edges of her slit, wriggling the slickly thick appendage of his tongue in closer and closer. It was a bit of a tease and a warm-up, wrapped up together, and the dragoness wriggled under his tongue as Ember came back to her reality, taking a greater interest in what was going on.

"Oooh..."

She rolled over onto her front, hind legs cast out behind her while her front ones stretched before her, perfectly comfortable as she licked her lips. The position left her slit on show, as she chose, and it was a decidedly mischievous grin that pulled at Ember's lips as she watched Ember get her very first taste of another's tongue pressing into her cunny, squirming over her slit and practically begging her to push back into it.

Cynder puffed and twisted her head back and forth, yet holding back simply because she didn't know what to do. How did she get what she wanted from him, or did she just have to bear through it until he hit all the right spots? She did not know, could not know, not having been with a dragon before, panting and licking her lips, releasing the heat that built up within her from her maw. After watching Ember be teased and brought to a gasping, panting climax, she barely knew what to do with herself, shifting her weight and not even bothering to hide her need and just how close to the edge she was. Muscles bunched and tensed as she arched her back a little, squeezing her cunny up to his nose in a way that sent delightful sparks shooting through her.

"Ohhh..."

Yes, that was good, very good, so she did it again, gasping as his tongue shot into her. It seemed that the cheeky drake had merely been waiting for the perfect moment for her to lower her defences and he took advantage in the most lustful of ways. As she relaxed, his tongue slopped through her messy juices, practically looking as if she had been filled with a male's seed, looking to lay eggs, already for how wet her slit was. Yet that allowed his tongue easily into her and he wasted no time in curling it up against a particular spot inside her that her tongue had never been able to reach.

Clawing at the ground, she shrieked and mantled her wings as orgasm took her, entirely unexpectedly, yet it was not any manner of climax that she would have ever have felt able to hold back either. Pulse after pulse of divine ecstasy coursed through her as if she was freefalling, in control but not in control, lost to a moment that was hers and yet, conversely, never hers. His tongue worked wonders, the drake rumbling against her, and all she could do was rock and thrust back at him, her body knowing what it craved even if her mind was broken into simpering shards of satisfaction, trembling even as they came back together.

Ember moaned her appreciation, laying her head on her legs as she watched, her tail flicking back and forth, the tip even curling around to brush against her slit. Now that was something that she could do, lust making her imaginative, the tip of her tail slipping into her even as she watched the drake work Cynder over. What a beast the black dragoness was, clutching at the ground, trembling with lust, her jaws parted... One could easily see the evil queen she had been before, although she was far from that now, a beauty in her own right even if she could play the part of the beast too, if she wanted to. Clawing at nothing, the dragoness howled out her pleasure as she was thrust into another orgasm, on the edge all over again, Xigfeldo's slurping, noisily lapping tongue making no qualms about all the lust he could show her the way of as his cock throbbed all the while.

Despite Cynder's cries, Ember could not help but look at that shaft, the girth of him, her cunny clenching involuntarily. Oh, but it was big, so very big, and she still had no idea as yet whether a body like hers was built to take a shaft like that, her tail flagging instinctively to show off the wet, sloppy mess of her slit, juices oozing out constantly. One orgasm was not enough and she greedily shoved her tail into herself, the lust of the moment given her a boldness that ignorance could not surpass. The tip slipped deep, easily with how wet she was, and the force of a second climax took her completely and utterly off-guard as she cried out her pleasure all over again, her cries echoing off the cave walls as if she was trying to make herself heard.

Cynder took note of none of that, however, hips grinding, rocking, lost in a world of lust. Even as Xigfeldo's tongue slipped from her to twirl up luxuriously against the base of her tail, she knew nothing of what was happening, why the pleasure was so rampant, why it came so powerfully. She'd had climaxes before but what he offered her, oh... Oh, that was so much more!

And she needed it. Her blood was up, muscles rigid, holding her body firmly yet tenderly in the breeding stance of the ages. Maybe that was why she'd remained on her claws in the first place but neither was that a question that Cynder had to answer for herself, the path ahead of her ringing through in shocking clarity for the first time. She had not known just how much she'd needed it but as the smack of the drake's tongue on his muzzle rang through the cave, she knew right then and there that there was something that he could do for her.

It just took nerve.

"Please..." Cynder grunted, rocking her hips back, the need of her body commanding more. "Please... Take me."

They were only two words but, between dragons poised as they were, they meant so much, Xigfeldo stopping dead in his tracks, lapping her juices off his muzzle.

"Are you sure?" He probed gently, though he probably should not have spared his tongue for another lap of her slit, her folds still flushed and engorged along the edge of her vent with blood. "I didn't think you'd want to go that far..."

"She just wants to get in so I can't go first!"

Ember chirped up, a grin on her muzzle, though the hungry look in her eyes was one that Cynder had never before been made privy too. It sent a chill through her as she shivered in position, her forelegs quivering, something in her telling her what to do. Instinct could be fickle or fortune and it was all in the name of good fortune that her front half bowed, dropping to the cave floor, to present herself to Xig in the traditional pose of a dragoness that needed to be bred. Of course, there were many other positions that Xigfeldo would delight in showing her later but he would have had to have been a much stronger drake than he was to walk away from a dragoness who so very clearly wanted more than only his tongue.

"Yes..."

Cynder breathed her consent, a tickle of her poison-breath in the back of her throat, though she held it back, not wanting to hurt anyone inadvertently. It tended to rise up when nerves got the better of her but that moment was not one where she needed to worry, Xigfeldo's thicker bulk moving over her, his large cock sliding up against her tail. She gasped and he crooned to her, more of his perfume flooding the air, the sweetness that she'd realised earlier emanated from him and worked far better at relaxing her than any amount of meditation.

It was all okay. And she wanted him.

Xigfeldo grunted, the tip of his cock pressing up to her slit, barely waiting a moment before putting his weight behind his cock, slowly but surely teasing in, easing up against her so that her entrance would offer her body to him. He didn't need to apply much force, his body naturally adjusting to her size, yet her breathy moan made him want to thrust roughly, to take her harder and faster, even though he had to go slow, at least for her first time. Maybe later the dragoness could show him just how she really liked it but her first time was to be one that she remembered for all the right reasons if he had anything to say about it.

Cynder's moans grew as he ground into her, the pressure of his shaft easily spreading her vent. It was divine, so very smooth, and he reached all those spots inside her that her tongue just didn't seem to be able to get to, rocking and grinding his hips while Ember matched his thrusts with her tail. The pink dragoness barely paused in her thrusts, whimpering and groaning in the back of her throat, eyes almost unfocused if not for the voyeuristic thrill that she was more interested in at that moment. She could not have looked away even if she'd wanted to, Cynder's hips shuddering even as they rocked back to meet the drake's thrusts.

And what thrusts they were! Each one powered through her, sending a delicious ripple through her body, squeaking and grunting, sounds that she'd never before made slipping from her lips. It was all kinds of right as her cunny clenched around him so tightly that she tried to relax instinctively, yet it was only the prelude to something more as climax tingled at the hazy edges of her mind.

It was coming and she let him fuck her right over that edge, the drake above her trembling - was it her doing that to him? Was it her vent that made him lust for her so? Cynder's heart lifted but it was hard to think about anything other than the thickness of his shaft and how much he stretched her out, her hind end even lifting a little from the ground as she strained to keep up with him in the very best of ways. Her moans filled the cavern as he built up to a steady pace, hissing out his lust in a roiling rush of breath that wrapped itself around her and lifted her, cradling her in the arms of an orgasm so powerful that it shook Cynder's small, slight frame to her core.

Yet the slither of the pink dragoness on her back beneath her drew her star-struck attention back to some manner of reality, a hot vent pushed into her face with the edges parted, flushed and deliciously swollen. So plump and ripe, Cynder could not help but tremble as Ember pressed a claw coaxingly to either side of her slit, spreading it just a little bit more for her as the drake's hips picked up a slapping, driving pace.

"Come on, Cynder," Ember murmured, her pink cheeks already flushed an even darker shade. "I'm still in heat..."

And what else could Cynder do but strive to help her friend, Ember's lust burning all the more fervently for watching the two of them? There was a tingle of shyness tightening around her heart but sex had a way of breaking down barriers like that and it was only with a tiny moment of hesitation that Cynder leaned into her friend's slit, tongue slithering and lapping deep.

Xigfeldo growled, head swinging down, though even his neck could only stretch so far, watching the display, hips working. He was close too, so very close, yet there was a deviousness in him that wanted to take in every detail, tail thrashing and swinging, though he was careful not to crack it into her crystals. Those were important to Cynder and there was no greater affront to a dragoness, particularly one who was offering herself to him, than to destroy something that she coveted. All he coveted, right there and then, was her, the sweetness of her folds squeezing him, the dragoness not even aware of what she was doing to him as she slurped into Ember's vent, tongue wriggling up just as he had demonstrated.

The sounds of sex filled the cavern and he ground down against Cynder, teasing every bit of his cock into her. It would have been a shame to leave her cunny without the true filling that it deserved and she already panted and shivered in anticipation of another orgasm, a tell-tale ripple running down his spine that he had only seen on one dragoness before. It was adorable.

Yet his need came too and it rose within him with the ferocity of a striking snake, flaring and seething, roiling in the pit of his belly. There was no preventing it and he slammed into her with his greatest force yet, sending the dragoness squealing (muffled with her muzzle in Ember's slit) as he roared, spending himself inside her. Thick ropes of cum flowed forth, driven out by the contractions and need of his body, impregnated with his oil, the slickness of his aphrodisiac perfume practically pouring from him, the sheen lingering on his cloaca.

More and more, he filled her, scooping a paw under her belly to hold her against him, head swimming pleasantly, drifting in a daze of lust. In that moment, he felt every muscle in his body and every ridge of his scales, the delight of it all coursing through in a way that both satisfied him and left him hungry for more. With a low, throaty groan, he pressed as deeply as he could inside her, feeling the slight give of her innermost barrier, but slipping in that far was not comfortable for most and, so, he drew back, thick streams of cum oozing out around the meat of his cock.

Yet there was still another dragoness there with her cherry awaiting popping, Cynder swaying, head hanging, energy stripped from her. Ember could have been much the same if not for her youthful vitality and the fire of her heat searing through her, a moan on her lips as she relaxed in the flow of the afterglow, Cynder's tongue having learned a few tricks.

Xigfeldo smirked.

"Come here..."

Gently, he set Cynder aside, the dragoness' vent drooling copious amounts of cum and her arousal as his shaft withdrew, though it remained hard. She blinked, barely aware of what she was doing and where she was, but Xigfeldo was so gentle with her that she could only relax into his paws, closer than ever as his lithe bulk moved over the pink dragoness with her vent flushed and on show.

Ember's eyes shone, gasping breathily.

"Take me..."

She'd copied that one from Cynder but it did the trick just as well as the drake loomed, dwarfing her as his cock quested for her cunny. Its prehensile nature helped more than a little with the awkward angle, bending his legs as much as possible to get down to her level, though he did not want to crush her with his weight either, not yet knowing what the dragonesses would be able to take. Yet the push of his shaft into her, taking her virginity as sweetly as plucking a flower on a summer's day, came with a moan of delight, her soaked, dripping vent opening around him in sultry invitation.

Ember's head fell back, submitting to him completely and utterly even though she didn't know what she was doing at that time. Submission and the sweetness of it would be something that she learned about later but, as her cherry was popped, all she had to worry about was lying back and taking his thrusts, powering through her over and over again, spreading her cunny as it was always meant to be. He filled her perfectly and she'd only later find out how his body was able to do that for her but she didn't care, waves of pleasure coursing through, demanding that she release.

And she did, many times. His shaft filling her pressed against all the right spots, even tugging at the flesh around the nub of her clit just so, orgasm rippling through. It was hard for her to tell where one orgasm faded or built into the next, so strongly and on the heels of each other did they come. Why, there was little to no distinction between them, wings trembling in bliss, muscles weak yet in the best of ways, her body no longer hers to command but, softly, that of another.

Xigfeldo knew all of that and none of it, for all was from his perspective, eyeing up Cynder watching them as she came back to her senses again. She didn't want to miss out on anything, although the blade at the tip of her tail proved to be just a little too dangerous to try anything in the realm of pleasure with. He could help her out there though, teasing his tail-tip into her, fluff and all, while she murmured her appreciation and crawled around, letting Ember see just how that thickening length, tapered at the tip, filled her, stretching her cunny. The pink dragoness moaned and Xigfeldo's hindquarters worked all the more fervently, muscles burning from holding a hunched sort of crouch for so long, though he had learned already that it would take a lot more than that to exhaust him in sex. The drake smirked. Maybe nothing would wipe him out completely when it came to sex...

Yet his climax was there as the pink dragoness was rocked through orgasm after orgasm, her slit pulling and tugging at him, body demanding all that he had to give. And he gave it to her in full-throated fashion, groaning out loud with his jaws hanging open, wings flapping, buffeting them as he shaped the air and tossed it forth, letting his lusts fly as he slammed into her for the final few thrusts. Thick seed poured into her, coaxed forth by the ripple of her cunny, though even his thrusts were a little on the erratic side, his need too much to maintain anything slow and flowing even while the dragonesses collapsed after their mutual, highly pleasurable highs.

His perfume may have lingered in the air, clouding their senses happily, but they needed to rest and the drake growled as he curled up around them, his cock still on show while their flushed and swollen vents drooled his cum in a messy cream-pie, satisfied at least for the time being. There was no telling when they would rise from their sex-induced slumber, his seed surely already working its way deep into them, seeking out the eggs that were there, certainly so, to be fertilised. Xigfeldo smiled faintly. And, thus, his bloodlines would continue. It was not over yet though as Cynder stirred, tail twitching, her vent twitching as her cunny pushed out another slop of seed, marking her scales.

He shivered.

The dragonesses would be ready to be bred again very soon...