Romancing Her Saviour

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Passion in Dragon Courtship

Her lungs raked through with breath, yawning, gaping, straining and struggling to get just a modicum more air into her lungs. It had started like just any other day for her, for Gabi, the dragoness drinking from the stream, stretching her wings, feeling the pull of spring in the air. The mountains were not so harsh as one moved into the warmer months of the year, despite everything that the land had to throw at her kind, but Gabi had forgotten that her scales, resplendent in pink and blue speckles, were a draw for a certain kind of drake.

"There's no point in flight..."

And the drake pursuing her through the clouds did not mean the act of flying, oh no, but fleeing. Her scales dripped with the moisture of the clouds as every muscle in Gabi's body strained, forcing her into motion. Her tail swung behind, but she didn't have a club at the tip like him, nor the spines lining his back and neck, following his spine. Where she was small and light, lithe and agile, he was all brawn and bulk, a rough and rugged sort of dragon twice her size with a blocky, sharp jaw. His horns angled out like those of a bull, the kind of horns that were designed most easily for combat, and she knew there was no stopping him.

For the beast of the drake pursuing her was in rut, her body simmering with heat, though she'd never seen a drake as caught up by the desire of it all as he was. Gabi didn't even know his name as she strained and strained, eyes wide and bulging, forcing her body on, for that was all she could do. She couldn't stop or even think of it, for he would catch her and pin her and that would be the end of that. There'd be nothing else for her when she was slammed down into the ground, her vent spread and forced to take him.

No... No.

That was why she had to escape, had to keep flying, no matter how much it made her body ache. Her gaze hardened, finding the steel of her own kind of treasure inside her soul. She would not give in to a brute like that!

Yet the expanse of the mountain range even below the cover of the clouds did not offer her much cover at all. Her wings ached, her breathing fell laboured, yet there was nowhere for her to go, nothing more she could do but to try and try again, moaning out her pain.

"I'm coming for you..."

Gabi hardly knew whether that voice was in her imagination or if the brutish, dirt-coloured drake spoke it out loud. It didn't matter, not one bit, fear closing around her heart as if he already had her in his claws, panting heavily, her eyes strained with fear.

He was coming. Her body was failing, dropping, losing altitude, moment by moment. And there was nothing she could do about it other than to force back her torment for a few moments longer. It was all she could do, keening out shrilly, hoping against hope that her cry would carry.

"No one is coming for you!"

He snapped at her tail, teeth catching, blood dripping, but she squealed and twisted away, though she lost height. She still managed to evade him for a moment, however, and it was those precious moments that made it so she could gain a little ground, putting her greater agility to good use over his lumbering bulk. Even in flight, the bastardly drake was heaving and sluggish, slow even in his power, though any seconds she gained were not so easy for him to cast aside.

The lead she'd gained disappeared, the ground rushing up towards her, though Gabi had not realised, not one little bit, how tired she was. Pain was one thing but so was the mental exhaustion, the exhaustion of carrying such fear with her. The rumbling snarl behind her heralded his approach and, even as she darted for a line of trees, the dragoness' body seeming to move in slow motion, she knew she was done for.

He would catch her, he would have her, tiring her out. Gabi's gut twisted. But she could not give up.

And then everything changed, a flash of green striking through her line of sight, sunshine glancing off his brilliant scales. For there was only one dragon that could make an entrance quite like that as she crashed into the ground, tumbling and turning, the grass under her nowhere near soft enough for such an emergency landing. Yet she caught the glow of her friend above, an old friend, in fact, one that she had known for many years, Gawain spreading his wings as he blasted out a defiant roar in the foe dragon's face.

"Leave her alone!"

The dragon snapped and ducked around Gawain, raking his claws at the light green membranes of his wings, but Gawain had been expecting that, spiralling away. They expended a lot more energy so close to the ground than they would have higher up with the air to shape with the flap of their wings, cupping and curling around it, but had no choice in the matter. They'd picked their battleground, facing off against one another, the enemy smirking, licking his lips.

"You brought a snack," he laughed, shaking his head. "And you think this little green scrap is going to do anything to save you?"

Gawain snarled, lips peeling back from his teeth, taking Gabi's breath away. Never had she seen him like that, not aglow with the flash of life glancing off his scales, tail swinging under him, the spade-shaped tip offering another weapon in the heat of warfare. For it would never only just be the one battle between them, the greedy drake wanting to take everything, to steal it away, hissing and snarling, seeing only what could be there for him.

But Gawain saw something stronger, something more powerful, a life that he had and could live with the dragoness of his dreams. There was a bond there that went deeper, far beyond any mating urge, the type of liaison that had them colliding, panting, grunting and heaving - the males flung into airborne battle before their minds had a chance to actually catch up with what it was that their bodies were doing.

Gawain's horns were more ram-like, curled back from his head, but they still protected his skull at least a little as they roared and snarled, kicking up dust with the flapping of their wings. The glass was not tightly knit enough to hold the ground together as they crashed down, each drake striving to keep and hold the upper claw, snarling and snapping, blood sprinkling the dirt.

Gabi gasped, yet held herself back just in time from crying out his name. she couldn't distract him! That would have been the wrong thing to do and, oh, she'd seen it happen so many times before, her body aching, straining, wanting to join in. It was her and her body, after all, that she wanted to defend, and it was only the fading of exhaustion lining her body that had brought her down to the ground. He'd known just what to do to break her down and she could not be held at fault for someone else wanting to claim her, to hurt her, as much as her stomach roiled and simmered, serpents twisting inside.

It was wrong to hold back but Gawain held the fort for her, allowing Gabi to retreat to the trees, giving her a line of defence from one side from their deciduous branches, boughs waving and swaying in the buffeting blasts of the dragons' wings. They fought like the beasts they were for there was no time for gentleness and strategy in the heat of slashing claws and gnashing maws, tails winding, trying to wrap around solely to bring the other into the ground.

Who would be the victor? And what would happen to the fallen beast? As much as she wanted to involve herself, to defend her own honour, Gabi was simply too weak to do so, grunting, tail lashing, anger lining her body. How dare he? She was fortunate, so very much so, that Gawain had come, that he had heard her - but she should never have needed a male to stand up for her! It was not her fault, not at all, only the fault of the beast who sought to use and abuse her, even if she did not know that he was coming for her at that time.

"Gawain..." She muttered, keeping her voice low, the slight ridges above her eyes pushing together with worry. "Please..."

He had to fight, had to fight for her, heart pounding, the bloodlust upon him, even though he was not the sort of dragon to take things too far. The beast, however... No, he had to go. He had to be sent packing with his tail tucked quite firmly between his legs, bloodied and battered, alive but knowing that he was never again to come for Gabi. That was the best that Gawain could do, locking jaws with the other drake, growl after growl rumbling forth.

No one would ever truly know just what happened there, why it came so, but Gabi would later suppose that he was tired too. That he had expended so much energy in chasing her, the incredible acrobatic manoeuvres she had thrown into the mix tiring him out.

Either way, Gawain flapped his wings, forelegs grasping, thrusting the other drake away, the body slam grinding him into the ground as if his form contained far more than the earthly substance of mere dragons. The green drake snarled venomous, drooling, saliva dripping from his fangs, the muddied, brown dragon hissing, staggering upright, even though he knew he had been bested.

"I'll be back for her," he hissed, snarling, a growl rumbling through the lines of his lips. "You wait and see... You can't hold a fine thing like that bitch forever!"

But he had to run, scampering away, claws scraping furrows through the dirt as he hunkered down low to squeeze between the trees. He knocked off chunks of bark with the passage of his body, though he could not be bothered to pause, to check his scales for oozing cuts and scrapes and the like.

No... He knew when he was beat. But his pride simmered, lurking, hastening, dulled and strung out with pain under the surface.

But that left Gawain alone there with Gabi, rushing to her side, ignoring his wounds in favour of her.

"Gabi! Are you alright? I heard your warning - you shouldn't be all the way out here? Why are you out so far from the flock?"

She groaned, shaking her head.

"I didn't intend to be, but when he started chasing me, I had to keep going. I'm so glad you heard me Gawain." She shuddered. "We both know what would have happened if you had not scared him off..."

She chuffed a low laugh, only lightly touched with humour, though she did understand the seriousness of the situation.

"But it didn't happen."

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