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The wing of armored dragons stood in stoic line formation upon the dusty training field. Each was still as a statue as they waited in perfect silence for the dragoness marching up and down their ranks. Her ruby eyes scanning each with cold, calculated precision as she seemed to take in every detail at the slightest glance.

Prism had never imagined he'd be a soldier, let alone in the strange new world in which he'd found himself. Yet after living amongst the dragons that dwelled in Dardien for so long; he'd finally been accepted as one of them. Even if that meant being conscripted into one of their Orders and fighting in one of their organized, military wings.

Not that it was such a bad thing, a wing was like a dragon's family, they all trusted, cared for, and watched out for one another. He'd not been raised the same way as them, lacking the bonds many shared from hatching. But after some time, he'd become used to it. One other major thing he'd become used to, however; was his Wing Leader.

She was a little larger than him, her tail like a slender whip that stretched longer than his own. Her scales were a fiery orange, shimmering like liquid gold in the light of the many braziers surrounding the courtyard. Her wings too, glimmered like flickering flame, while the hard ruff along her spine glowed like living fire extending from her sleek body.

It was said gorgeous form, that captivated the young dragon's attention so much. She was fit, skilled, and dangerous, the kind of dragoness that could put him on his tail in seconds if she so desired. But when gawking at a body like hers, that was exactly the kind of treatment he dreamt of. She was like a precious ruby. Hot as flame, yet hidden away under her pristine set of dark, Fire Order armor, studded with many more of the same regal, red gems.

What he would not give to peek under those obsidian plates, witness her naked and exposed, if only to have her set upon him like a hungry predator. He'd been a prince once, able to demand anything he wanted, yet here he was as far from royalty as the peasants back in Castonia. Fortunately, for him, however; as the dragoness that had become the focus of his obsession marched by, she paused, smoldering eyes homing in on him from under the rim of her gold-trimmed helmet.

"You did well out there, today, soldier," Wing Leader Ember stated simply, yet it didn't take a genius to see that he was the only dragon she'd spared more than a fleeting glance, as she'd started doing quite often.

Prism knew she was noticing him. He'd made sure, in his own subtle way, to ensure that she couldn't help but see him. The odd look here and there, a flash of his tail for her passed off as an innocent mistake. They'd been anything but accidental, and he felt his heart start to race at the idea things may finally be paying off.

"Thank you, ma'am!" he responded with a wing salute, staring dead ahead, so as not to make eye contact with her as she leaned closer.

"It's been a long time since I've seen anyone quite so skilled and that element of yours..." She studied him up and down, as if trying to understand him was like attempting to unravel an impossible mystery.

"What would you say if I was recently given permission to offer you something more?" she added in a far more subdued tone.

Despite all of his stoic confidence and bravado, Prism shuddered, muscles tensing hard as stone, while his sleek scales grew prickly with heat. His tail shifted from side to side, dragging in the dust as he did his best to stop his nervous wings ruffling.

"I'd say I'm interested, Wing Leader," he reasoned, doing his best to keep his voice level, only for it to inevitably crack with nervousness, a slip-up Ember picked up on instantly.

The fiery dragoness smirked ever so slightly as she withdrew, stood tall, and ordered.

"Prism, with me to the armory, we'll get that armor of yours cleaned up before we go any further." She nodded to a grey scaled dragon to her left. "Storm, continue with the inspection."

"Yes, Wing Leader," the air elemental responded, seemingly very satisfied with his sudden authority as Ember led on, beckoning Prism to follow with a subtle flick of her tail.

All the young plasma dragon could think as he trailed after her, was that this must be what he'd been waiting for. His heart was racing fast as lightning, lungs starting to swell as they demanded more air. His body grew hotter, pressure started to build between his hind legs.

He was pretty sure none of that extra heat came from the scolding air of the armory, its walls dotted with open furnaces, forges, and freshly smelted armor. Clawed gauntlets and wing blades loomed on racks, while the clang of hammered metal and the hiss of coals permeated the space. Even so, the small corner of the forge Ember led him to was quiet, there wasn't an Earth Order blacksmith in sight as the dragoness finally rounded on him.

Prism blinked, seeing her eyes fixed on him like a hungry predator, yet before he had even a second to react, she pounced, pinning him under her paws with the skill and precision of a master. Instinctively, he did his best to counter, thinking this may be part of a test. Yet she did everything she could to keep him there, her skill in claw-to-claw combat far surpassing his as she stared down at him, all four of his paws, and both his wings utterly immobilized.

"Are you done?" she asked bluntly, a hard look on her face as she stared with a glare sharper than the blades clattering above them.

"I... I..." Prism swallowed his anxiety. "I... W-what is this, what do you want? Is it some kind of test?" he stammered meekly.

"That's one way to look at it," Ember cooed, slipping off and nodding for him to get to his paws as she rolled her hips and reached back between her thighs, releasing a long breath. "You think I haven't noticed you, soldier?"

"N-noticed me?" he stammered, pressing a forepaw to his chest and trying to play everything off as innocently as he could, despite knowing exactly what she was insinuating.

For all of his confident swagger and subtle hints, now he was pinned in the actual moment, his bravery failed him. He'd never been with a dragoness so dangerous before. He wilted like a timid puppy before her as she flicked her tail up, undoing the undersuit that covered her fiery pussy. The moment he saw it, the toned lips, flaming-orange flesh, and sopping wet folds, he felt himself grow harder. He did all he could to keep his cock in its slit, but at the scent of her arousal, he was already at half-mast, awkwardly shifting his hind legs and tail to cover it.

"It's been a long time since a male saw to me," she purred, flashing her fertile treasure to him, before leaning back against a wall and settling down with her hind legs spread wide. "And these early heats burn so hot."

"Y-you're in heat?" he asked timidly, weakly jabbing a forepaw at her pussy, unable to help but lick his lips greedily.

"You could say that," she responded, voice lost to a slight grunt as she shifted to the side and tempted him forward with a flick of her tail. "And you've been eyeing me, haven't you?"

"I... I..." Prism shuddered like a tree in a storm, growing hotter than the forges around him before he finally exclaimed. "Okay, maybe I have... But if we mate while you're like this, we'll be stuck with hatchlings."

"You think I'd let you mount me, soldier?" She raised an eye crest as she coiled her tail around one of his forepaws and tugged him closer.

He didn't resist, he wanted this, he'd worked so hard to give her the idea he wanted it, and now she'd finally picked him! He unbuckled his helmet and shrugged it off, leaning down before her tight pussy and taking in a good whiff of her succulent arousal.

"I... I... Maybe, but I can just..." Wordlessly cutting him off, she lightly rested a forepaw on his head, leaning his muzzle down against her slit as she stared right at his ass. "Mmm, you smell so good!"

"I'd hope so," she cooed, shifting her hind legs as wide as they'd go. "Eat me out, soldier. Please your Wing Leader, and be careful not to make a mess of my armor."

"Y-yes, ma'am!" Prism muttered gladly, tongue poking free to run around the edges of her tight slit.

Her scales were smooth as silk, and she shuddered like bolts of lightning were shooting through her as he went from her lips, to plunging his tongue in deep. She tasted hot, like fire-fruits or chili, only with a strawberry sweetness. His nostrils flared as he panted, snorting sticky dragoness cum as he pressed the tip of his snout between her labia. Her stoic facade broke down as she moaned and huffed, gently guiding his aim with her forepaw. After a moment, she stopped, and he felt the tell-tale bump of her clit under his tongue.

"Umph, that's it... That's the spot!" she gasped; voice shrill despite all of her military grit as she glanced down at him. "Suckle on it, soldier, make your Wing Leader cum!"

He happily obliged, lapping his tongue over her love button like it was performing an elegant dance, causing her to moan and shudder so hard it was a wonder the whole Order didn't hear them. Not that he cared, he was eating out the mighty Ember, hero of the Order, a prime dragoness to call his mate. All he could hope for was the opportunity to mount her someday, as she threw her head back, snorting like some savage beast as smoke huffed from her flared nostrils and her claws gripped the stone floor.

"By the creators, yes, yes!" she yelled, voice lost in sultry exhilaration as he finally began to suckle on her g-spot like a griffin cub on their mother's teat. "Oh... By the skies, you're good!"

She swished her tail, flicking off the blade at its tip, before coiling it back to rub his fully erect cock. His blue shaft was full to bursting, his hard knot ripe as an apple as he moaned into her wet slit. She rubbed like she'd done this countless times before, bringing him to the edge despite how determined he was not to cum before her.

"Mmrh.... Mah!" he exclaimed into her full pussy; quivering voice muffled by her silky walls as he blasted a hot stream of cum across the parched stone floor. "Marrg.... Mmmm!"

"G­-good, soldier!" She managed to force, withdrawing her tail from his bulging rod as he felt the flood of her orgasm over his muzzle, her whole body quivering as he saw the flash of her snorting fire, while she moaned loudly. "Umph... So, so good!"

After only a few moments more, she lifted her forepaw from his head, and he pulled back before flopping like a wet rag over her sopping crotch, slathering her under armor in cum. Despite her comments regarding mess, she said nothing as she slumped back against the wall with a relaxed sigh, her scales alight with afterglow.

"I think you deserve a wing of your own, soldier," she cooed, rubbing the back of his neck like one would a beloved pet. "Then again, maybe I'll take you again, just to make sure you're worthy."

"J-just let me knot you, then I can do all the work," he retorted smugly, confidence starting to bloom once more.

"You talk as if raising hatchlings wouldn't be a lot of work, but after my last wing...?" She seemed to think, lifting a forepaw to her muzzle before adding. "Maybe motherhood will work someday, but I feel like it'd fit Risha way more."

"A friend of yours, I presume?" he asked, lifting his head as she rested a forepaw on the back of his neck. "I'd be happy to help her out with that."

"Oh, I'm sure you would." Her soft look grew firmer as she curled her tail to rub his smooth ass. "And after today." She smirked, slipping her tail between his thighs to caress the tip of his cum-coated cock. "I may just have to recommend you to her."