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Broken Secrets

Chapter One

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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"Yeah!"

Fyr shouted and laughed out loud right along with her friends at the rock concert, the bass heavy, throbbing through her, the vibrations the kind that almost overpowered the music that was being played. The band was one that she had followed through high school, picking up in popularity as time went on, but the dragoness was pleased to say that she had been one of their very first supporters, even boasting all their early merchandise, supporting them in every way that she could. That was what a true fan, after all, did.

The red dragoness, however, could not say that her friends were quite as into the band as she was, despite the music being, as they said, "cool". They were more there to hang out with her and have a good time, but there was no way that the other dragons would want to hang out and stay as late as her. They'd donned similar shirts to her, the pink Hera and silver-scaled Cassie smiling, glad to see her again while they were both usually off away at college. The slashes in Fyr's shirt showed off the stripes of yellow underneath, her tail lashing back and forth, the frills on either side of her head bright in the late afternoon sunshine.

Whereas Fyr's friends had gone off to college, she had stayed home to study, twenty-two and loving it, coming to the end of her course, though she had worked as hard at side jobs and part-time gigs as anyone else. Yet the summer was only just get started with her old besties by her side, laughing aloud as the throbbing, heaving mass of the festival crowd rolled along with them as if everyone there had become one mass and lifeform.

"Oh!"

It was pretty normal to accidentally bump into someone there, but Fyr was not expecting to be knocked sideways by a dragon-tail, though there were more dragons and gryphons and the like about than there had been a few years ago. She guessed they were heading out from the cities and towns to quieter places like where she lived with her mom and younger brother, though she didn't mind getting a bit more company out there.

But the dragon who had tripped her was resplendent in bronze scales with darker brown stripes showing at the back of his neck where they dipped under his T-shirt, emblazoned with the band name, though it was one of the newer merch options. His horns rose smartly from the back of his head, contrasting her frills, though he had to be about the same age as her, even though he was a couple of inches taller.

Her jaw dropped, but someone else, maybe a wolf, bumped her and, just like that, Fyr was falling, gasping, words ripped from her lips as she snatched for her friends, tried to grab onto clothing, anything to stop herself from hitting the floor in the middle of the festival. Although the field where the rock festival was being held had to have been grass at one point, it was no longer fertile and lush, not when there were so many shoes and hind paws tramping and traipsing over it. It would not have been pleasant at all for her to land on, but, as it was, a strong pair of paws latched around her shoulders, dragging her back up, despite her wings flapping and flailing, the bronze dragon smiling widely.

"Are you okay? Sorry for bumping you!"

He had not been the one who had sent her to the ground, or halfway there at least, but it was still endearing to hear an apology from him, to see that smile that made her heart beat a little bit quicker. Fyr's mouth moved, lips parting, but no sound came out, blood roaring, her heart going faster and faster.

Damn it...

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She'd said that she wasn't going to feel like that about anyone ever again, not after the tumultuous early relationships she'd been in, losing her virginity to a loser who treated her like a trophy, but not with the care that such a prize had ever deserved. None of her relationships in high school and college had panned out, but she had supposed that that was just the way of it for her, all ending dramatically, none ending peacefully. She hadn't thought that she was meant to have fun with anyone.

But the drake smiled and pulled her to him, his paws sliding down to grasp hers, so big and so strong, even though they were, to be fair, quite well matched when it came to their sizes. She felt like she could step in closer to him, though she had been separated from her friends, the crowd moving around them, the two dragons standing together on an island in the middle of a sea that was forever shifting, twisting and undulating like a dragon's tail.

"I'm Carenath!"

He shouted, but she couldn't quite hear him as the music pumped up again, vibrations shocking them, the ground itself seeming to shake. Shaking her head, she stepped in a bit closer again and again until his lips were practically at her ear, shouting.

"Carenath! I'm Car!"

"Oh!"

Fyr laughed, but even that sound was drowned out.

"Fyr! I'm Fyr! Thanks for catching me!"

It was not the place for conversation, but the festival was in full swing and her friends nowhere in sight, so Fyr stuck close to the new dragons, a little sceptical about the rambunctiousness of the younger crowd, though it was still mostly just eighteen and nineteen-year-olds that were not all that different to her, not really. Even after a couple of years of college, some time to work, she felt like there was a world of difference between her, the dragoness at the end of high school, and the dragoness who was ready to go on with her life.

But she still wanted to have fun and a day that had been bright enough already promised to be even brighter with him by her side.

"Oh, you have little frills too."

They were not as big as hers, but she reached to touch them without thinking to ask, as if things were already that familiar between them that it was more than okay to simply do. Her fingers brushed the edge of his frills, moving further back to his horns, and it only seemed natural for his paws to land in the small of her back after that, drawing her in closer to him, the curve of her body melding perfectly to her.

As the beat rolled over them, Fyr thought, for the first time, that she might be up for a summer romance, even if she didn't want to think that it was going to last forever or go anywhere. She just wanted some fun, a nice guy, someone who made her heart pound as hard as Carenath made hers beat. His smile curved up even as he tipped her muzzle up to his, their lips meeting softly, a tentative first kiss as if the drake was asking for permission without actually using words.

That permission was given whole-heartedly, however, as Fyr's paws settled on his shoulders, though they were a close enough match in height that she did not have to stretch up onto the tips of her toes to kiss him, as had been the case with others. It was good to be tall, good to be strong, her heart turning over and over, doing flip-flops and all sorts of mad things as her scales prickled with tingling heat.

All was right with the world and, at that festival, her friends bowed out graceful for a quieter night to themselves, though she had been told in no uncertain terms by Hera that she was to stay in touch and to call them immediately if she was worried at all. In a somewhat smaller town, however, in the grand scheme of things, it was not the sort of place that "bad stuff like that" happened and a time in the world where there was still an element of trust.

Thankfully for everyone involved as they hung out, sitting on the hill above the stadium to listen from a distance as evening descended on the grounds, Carenath was not that sort of dragon. Not quite shy and not quite quiet, he said everything very deliberately, meaning what he said, presenting himself exactly as he intended to at all times. He was talkative, to a point, though she liked too that he always allowed space for her to move into the conversation, so that Fyr always had time to speak without feeling like she was fighting to be heard.

And his kisses... Like, wow.

What more could a dragoness ask for?

The night ended on the best note, Car dropping her off at her house, on a residential street that was set back from the main bit of the town with the greener countryside only a stone's throw away. It was a good spot and a town that quite often attracted a lot of tourists, which was also quite the reason that so many growing up there wanted to leave. It was not always the sort of place that one may have wanted to settle down and start a life, but more of a visiting place, a place of transition and change. Yet the youngsters growing up and moving on to brighter and greener pastures perhaps did not know how well the town had served them, in the beginning and the end.

"Good night, honey?"

Her mother, Sasha, looked back over her shoulder as she paused in the entrance to the kitchen, an archway that went through from the front hallway to the large, convenient kitchen space. There was a small dining table set up in there too for breakfast and lunch, though the two of them, if it was just them eating together, didn't usually eat dinner there. Sometimes her brother, Kao, joined them, but he was still busy, often doing a lot of work. Their mother had said that he'd found the job himself, but, well, Fyr wasn't so sure about that. It was not as if his grades back in school had been stellar and, as an adult, Kao was still trying to work out what he wanted to do with his life, if he even wanted to lay down any solid plans. At least with his mother to offer a roof over their heads and gentle pushing wherever needed, he had a firm place to set out from, however that led him forward.

Sasha was about the same height as her daughter, but even the deep blue dragoness with black horns and claws, so much like Kao that it was unnerving sometimes, saw her differently then. The flush in her cheeks, how she paused, leaning against the wall in the hallway as if she couldn't support herself, a dreamy smile on her lips. Of course, Fyr didn't drink or overdo it, but that day there was not even a touch of beer on her breath, Sasha laughing as she drew her daughter softly into her arms.

"Honey, what's gotten into you?" Her nose brushed her daughter's frills tenderly, nuzzling in that draconic fashion. "You're brighter, so much brighter."

She smiled.

"I got it... You met a guy."

"Mom!"

Fyr wriggled free, laughing, but it was all in play as she threw her paws in the air and stormed off, her huff all a pretence, saying that she couldn't possibly talk about that sort of thing with her mother, oh no, it was far, far too silly! But their joking came out in eating cookie dough out of the packet in the kitchen, giggling, shushing each other, trying to keep it down, though Kao was most likely already dead to the world in bed. If anyone could sleep through a hurricane in their household, it was him.

"Mom, he's really sweet, he dropped me off too... Hera and Cassie made me keep texting them to make sure I was okay, with him, but he was so nice!"

"You're lucky to meet someone like that, honey, I'm happy for you."

Sasha laid a wing around her daughter, hugging her softly, Fyr dipping her nose, stifling a yawn.

"You have a good summer... You know you deserve it, you've been working so hard at both work and college. Have you even spent any of what you earned?"

Fyr half-shrugged, mumbling something. Truth be told, she had a hard time spending anything she earned, knowing that she was fortunate to be able to stay with her mother while she found her feet in the world. Some were keen to get out and away from home but one thing that Fyr had always felt able to do in her home was to have privacy to share and privacy for herself, as she pleased. Her mother was always there when she wanted her, their relationship going through the usual rocky points when she had been a teenager, but had grown better and better, closer and closer. They shared everything - or, at least, everything suitable and sensible for a mother and daughter to share.

She saved, since she didn't want to leave and jump start her "life living alone", aiming for a down payment on a more rural property, studying agriculture and business, hoping that she would be able to make it alone if she worked hard enough. It was the dream, after all, that if one worked hard enough, they could have everything and anything they wanted, though Fyr knew that that was not always the case, despite things. She could hope though and she could dream and she would know that she would have a gentle safety net back home if things ever didn't work out.

"You take it easy, sweetheart. There's a lot of time for all those worries of yours in life and now isn't the time. You have fun. Work will come and work stays at work. You're already ahead in your studies. You have nothing to worry about."

Fyr laughed.

"And don't you wish you could say all this to Kao, hm? You should be glad that I am so studious and never call you to get me to work "just thirty minutes late" or whatever it was last time!"

Sasha grimaced.

"Yes, well... I still have hope for Kao. But you are at the opposite end of the spectrum and need to find some time for yourself too. I'm glad you went out today and met a nice boy. Because if anyone deserves it, darling, you do."

Embracing her mother tightly before she excused herself to go take off her make-up and head to bed, Fyr hid the prickle of moisture in the corners of her eyes. She was lucky to have her mom, the relationship they had. She couldn't imagine ever being without her, regardless of how things could change. What could change to throw a spanner in the works between them when things were simply so good as they were?

As her head hit the pillow, a smile graced the dragoness' lips.

All was right with her little corner of the world.

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Things did not particularly move quickly with Carenath, but, well, the drake was so much fun to be around! They went on coffee dates and dinner dates and walks in the park and even went shopping together, though that was a little more Car's thing than it was Fyr. She'd never liked the shopping centres of towns, the heat rising from the sidewalks, how she felt like there were too many others around all the time. But, somehow, the dragon beside her holding her paw made her feel warm and comfortable and safe, as if everything was quiet and calm when it very much was not, drawing her along, buying her ice cream.

Simply put, he showed her what things could be if, well, she cut herself a little bit of slack from time to time. Work had never been meant to be all work and no play, after all, and that day out at the festival was one of few things that Fyr had let herself go to. There was not always an extra shift at work to pick up or something new to study. She could not spend her whole life dragging herself away from pleasure and fun.

But Car seemed set on changing all of that, showing her how to play laser tag, something that she had thought would be closer to paintball than it was, driving her in his car, though the sunroof didn't always close and let rain in. He brought out a side of her that made her laugh until her sides hurt, tears streaming down her face from mirth, taking her out on the lake in a tiny little speedboat that had her shrieking at first and then begging him to let her take a go.

"Come on - I won't crash it, I'll go slow, I promise!"

"Hmmm..."

The drake grinned, shaking his head, folding his arms over his chest as they stood at the end of the little jetty, the day quiet, despite the sunshine. It was still at a time where schools were in progress, even if colleges had let out, those students still filtering back to their homes all over the country, only some remaining where they had studied or returning to Fyr's hometown.

"I dunno," he teased, dodging a playful jab from the dragoness. "Maybe... Maybe, I'll let you...for a kiss!"

That was something that Fyr was happy to give, throwing her arms around his neck with a boldness that surprised even her and planting one on him. She pressed herself up against his body, practically hanging from the other dragon's body, Car so warm in the sunshine as he arched up against her. His paws naturally landed in the small of her back, drawing her in against him, their bodies fitting together perfectly, as if it was always meant to be.

That was romantic talk, but what was less romantic and more...lustful were their tongues twining and twisting around one another, deeply French kissing as if they would never again get the chance to do so. They were all alone out there, no one in sight, and Fyr's belly burned with need, a need that she had not felt like that ever before, if not on a smaller scale for a very, very long time.

Things were right and he was flushed in the face as they broke the kiss, moving away from her a little awkwardly, though there was nearly no mistaking that somewhat goofy grin of his as he adjusted his shorts.

"Do you..." He shuffled his wings against his back, wondering himself if it was right to be so forward. "Do you want to go somewhere a little more private? Just...you and me?"

He scuffed the toe of a bare hind claw in the sand and Fyr answered the question that he had not really asked her with a hug, kissing his cheek, down the line of his jaw, even hungrily nipping at his neck. She knew what he wanted and to say that it lined up perfectly with what she wanted from him too would have been an understatement.

"Yes."

She could not put any more feeling into that single word than she did, though Fyr hardly knew how she was able to control herself as he sped off towards the island in the middle of the lake, her heart pounding. There was a big part of her that wanted to be all over him, groping, moaning, throwing all manner of polite responsibility to the wind, become a more feral, a lustier version of herself. But was that really her?

But it was easier and safer to lean on him, her head on his shoulder, still wishing that she had a go on the boat, driving it, even if that would come later. Carenath would never forget about her, so she would find, even if he was very much not like any other dragon that she had dated before.

On the beach, they'd barely run the boat softly up onto the sand where the water would not sweep it away again when he grabbed her, intent burning fiercely in his eyes. Fyr met Car halfway with a low, needy growl, hardly able to believe that there was such need in her, though she was glad, at least then, that she was not all that inexperienced. Sure, she had not been promiscuous (not that there was anything wrong with that), but she had been with two guys sexually, a little more flirting, a little more dating, nothing all that unusual.

But she knew what she wanted, even if it brought a rise of heat to her cheeks and neck, breath mingling in the moment before their lips met on that beach, backing away from the sand up to the line of trees. They did not need to be too far away from prying eyes, just in case anyone else had to come by, though it was not something that either of them was thinking too much of, not as their hearts beat faster and faster.

Carenath could not hide the desire in his body either, his shaft thickening softly, slowly, but surely all the while. He tried to be a gentleman about it and not grind his hips up against him, but the dragoness practically trying to shove her tongue down his throat was not going to let that happen, tongue tangling with his, pushing him back, stumbling, tumbling to the ground. Yet not even that tumble would be enough to sway them from their fun, laughter amongst it all as he rolled on top, pressing his nose into the crook of her neck.

"Fyr..." He breathed in, shivering, wings shuffling atop his back. "What are you doing to me?"

She giggled, shooting him a coy look that just didn't fly when a drake was on top of her, his knee pushed between her legs, teasing lightly up against her warmth.

"Not enough, apparently... I never knew you could be like this."

Of course, Fyr still did not know as much about Car as she may have liked to know, but that was quite alright: all of that would come in time, all in good time. That was something that they would come to later, learning more and more about one another, she was sure, things between them developing naturally. Maybe she was getting to be something of a romantic, considering all that had come to pass, but Fyr didn't quite want to think too much of the future when the present was so alluring.

His lips trailed a path down her neck to her collarbone, tongue flickering out inquisitively, and the dragoness knew that his heart was beating as quickly as hers was. She could barely catch her breath, chest rising and falling in short, sharp, juddering bursts, needing him so very badly, her tail snaking down and around his ankle.

She had to keep him there, for fear that he would drift away, bob out of sight across the lake and never again be seen. Maybe, if she did not hold onto him, though to hold onto him was all that Fyr wanted to do, squeezing him tightly, feeling the shape of the drake against her, his light muscle, the dragon that she had not known could make her feel so hot and tingly, breathless in the best of ways.

Her legs spread tentatively for him, knowing what was to come and wanting it, even if the path there did not seem as clear as it had been before for her. Other partners had led the way, but she went there with Car paw in paw, his fingers at her T-shirt while she wriggled on her back, pulling her shirt up and over her head for him, though it was a little awkward in such a position. Car didn't care about any of that, however, taking his time to adore her breasts, nuzzling softly, tongue flicking over the smooth, lifting orbs of them, though he had not yet taken off her brassiere. That was something that could come as she sat up, her paws roaming down his chest too, wanting to see more of the dragon that made her heart beat as if it was her first time all over again.

It was perfect, too perfect, her body revealed to him in part while he took off his shirt with little help, tail flicking out on the sand while Fyr held her breath. The dragoness was more beautiful than even she realised and he wanted to tell her that, each and every day, though it was all fun, light-hearted fun. That was, at least, what Carenath told himself as he kissed her, the warmth of the dragoness flooding through to him, moaning into her mouth, tongues tangling in the best kind of messy, sloppy kiss, whimpering against one another.

It was needed, all so very much so, grunting, groaning, passion rising. He heated up even more, though Car would not have said that he was blushing, as she fiddled with his belt, succeeding in freeing it and sliding his light trousers down over his rump. His boxers caught halfway and he laughed into her muzzle as his buttocks were somewhat bared, though it was not as if he was anticipating being clothed for much longer, if Fyr had her way with him. It was alluring to him how she seemed to know very much what she wanted and went after that, pressing in close, murmuring his name, the feel of her paws sweeping down his bare back something that he wanted to lean into. Even the sensation of her fingers bumping over the defined lines between his scales was strangely exotic and enticing, panting softly, eyes burning with passion that he had never understood before could burn from such eyes.

Or maybe Carenath too was getting a bit ahead of himself. All he wanted to do was to stay with Fyr, to be with her, to see what secrets he could tease out of her. His trousers slid down further and he stood to step out of them, though he did not want to look over her for too long. It just didn't feel right.

The dragon got down on her level again as soon as possible, grunting softly, though he rolled that time so that Fyr was on top of him, the dragoness straddling him. Fyr giggled and rolled her hips forward a little just to feel him more, the spire of his shaft pushing against her folds through the thin barrier of her swimwear, which she had been wearing with a pair of shorts over the top.

Car blinked.

"When did you get out of your shorts?"

"I'm a ninja!"

She growl-giggled and kissed him fiercely, tail wagging, her joy of the moment blending through it all, colouring everything in rosy hues. All was right and all was as it was meant to be and she was out on the lake with a damn hot drake. What was not to like? She laughed into his muzzle as she rocked her hips down on his spire, teasing and lusting, though she wanted too much to let things progress slowly for all that much longer.

Quickly, too quickly, their clothes were stripped off, what remained of undergarments and the like, anyway, revealing rising breasts, bra snapped off, Fyr moaning as Car locked his lips around one of her nipples. He suckled it tenderly into his maw as if they had been lovers for many years, though all was as it was meant to be between them, moaning and panting softly, whispering sweetness to each other.

"You feel so good."

"You're so hard."

"I want you."

"I need this."

He licked her breasts, twining his tongue longingly around each nipple in turn, though the light grass under them at least gave them somewhere more comfortable to stretch out than the sand right down on the beach. The line of trees did not give them much concealment but neither of them was all that worried about that with sunshine sparkling off the water, his legs parting hers as the dark spire of his cock quested for her pussy.

She guided him into her, slowly, her legs spread for him, not wanting anything else, though Fyr felt quite as if she could have spent all day on foreplay too with Car if that had been what they'd wanted. Yet the lure of penetration had been too much for both to take as Fyr's moans rose and rose, filling the air. It was right where the two of them wanted to be, coming together, her folds welcoming him in as the thick length of drake-meat pushed into her.

Fyr twisted, gasping out loud. Oh, he really was big, bigger and thicker than she had given him credit for. Maybe it would have been worth spending more time with her lips and maw, you know, just to accustom herself a little more to his size and his body? It was too late for that, however, as she hooked one leg up and around his hip, digging a heel into his backside, pushing him on.

"Mmm..." Without thinking, she panting, licking her lips, the drake's lips coming down close to hers. "More... You can do...ah...deeper..."

He might have not wanted to hurt her, but what Carenath did not know was that a dragoness was durable, but she had not asked him about any previous sexual partners yet, so could not say. That moment was for the two of them and them alone with birdsong in the air and the sunshine glinting off his bronze scales, tail snaking back and forth lazily as he thrust.

He grunted, unable to help himself, her tightness wrapped around him like a perfectly fitting glove. So tight and so warm... His head swam, wings flapping, straining through a touch more need as his tail brushed back against the rough bark of a tree, though he could not thrust carnally. That was not what he wanted to do when he wanted to make it good for her too, even if the dragoness moaning and whimpering his name under him, to be fair, seemed to be having a great time.

His shaft sank deeply up into her again and again, stretching her open, her moans music to his ears. He was a caring partner, or so Carenath liked to think, for no one could be completely, wholly utterly experienced at his age. He was still learning, but he fed off her energy, thrusting deep, though he was careful too not to allow his shaft to bottom out inside her, he knew that would hurt. But the dragoness took all his cock, as thick around as a can of soda as it was, like a pro, trying to hump back using her heel digging into his glute as leverage to hump up against him.

"Ohhh... Car... More..."

He obeyed her whim, a smile on his muzzle, tongue hanging out a little, pushing deeper into her, using the full length of his cock as the drake thrust and thrust. Her velvety folds seemed to suck at his cock every time he drew back, as if she wanted him more than even he realised, and he thrust all the harder for it. If she wanted it, he wanted it, bodies moving together there in perfect, lustful unison.

Fyr's head spun, though his tail wriggling between their bodies instead of a paw was better still, rubbing over her pussy, what was not plunged softly full by his shaft, and her clit. The nub of flesh begged attention and she cried out as ecstasy exploded through her, on a trigger edge already from his deep, powerful strokes. Her body wracked with pleasure, hips rocking back and forth, unable to control herself and loving every second of it.

His tail squirmed and wriggled as he drew her to him, rolling over, though it was not the most comfortable of things to do when his shaft was deep inside a dragoness. Yet, thankfully, Fyr amid climax did not notice any discomfort, her body his to do with as he willed in that moment, tail thrashing, suddenly finding herself on top.

But that position gave her a touch of control and power, purring like the seductress she wished she was, the seductress she thought she could be with Car. She ground down on him, resting on her knees on either side of him, straddling his hips, tongue hanging out as she rode him despite her shaky legs.

"Yes... Ohhh!"

The position let her grind exactly as she wanted, her pussy slurping around him as her juices flowed, lubricating his length for her, taking him more and more easily. She sank all the way down to the base of his cock, grunting as she took it all, though that feral sound made her even more wanton for the moment than ever before, scales itching, her whole body trembling with desire.

It was right. It was all what she wanted. Carenath growled and she grabbed his paws, letting him squeeze and fondle her tits, having jumped the bases a little but, after a day of bliss like that, there was no going back to simple coffee dates. No, there was a connection between them that could not so easily be cast aside as she threw her head back and cried out for him, riding his shaft as if there was nothing else at all that she could ever have wanted more than him.

She climaxed again, his tail more easily able to tease her clit, rubbing across the full front of her pussy, though the drake's breath caught too. He was close, so very close, and her rippling, pulling folds did not make it any easier for him to hold back. Not that he had to, for if he had been trying to show off his stamina he had more than shown that already. His heart lurched, heat burning through him, seeming to sear right down to the tips of his claws, even though there was no true feeling in those normally, not in the way that he felt with his scales.

Close!

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The drake swallowed a roar but, with Fyr's breasts clutched softly, reverently, in his paws, he could not help but let out his longest, deepest groan ever, the reverberations of his guttural cry trembling through the dragoness as she joined him in passion. He thrust and thrust, pressing his hind paws down into the dirt, grinding up into her as his chest shuddered, wings flapping, beating where they were trapped under his back. Carenath didn't have time to free them though as his nuts ached and felt as if they were tightening, his mind racing trying to make sense of every sensation slamming into his body.

But one feeling that it more than knew how to make sense of was bliss rolling through, pulse after pulse claiming, stroke after stroke. She cried out on top of him even as his heart surged and he filled her, ropes of seed flowing forth, feeling every bit the stud that Fyr thought him to be, simply as that was how she treated him. If she was his queen he was her king and, in that way, they worked perfectly together, two pieces of the same jigsaw puzzle.

Spurts of thick cum filled her, slopping out around the length of his cock as he could not help but thrust erratically, prey to emotion, prey to want, prey to will. But that did not matter, not as they came together, his paws slipping down to her waist and then her hips, claws lightly digging in, though Carenath did not need at all to hold her in place.

"I think I have something more in store for you..."

Fyr purred, hardly able to believe she was acting in such a way, but such a young, virile drake like Carenath did not need to be allowed to rest or warmed up again for a second round, his cock half-hard when it eased from her pussy, comfortably stretched. She would have been ready to take him again, but she was keener on other delights, wriggling down to take his cock into her maw instead, what she might have done first if she was being a bit more typical.

"Mmph... God, Fyr..."

She giggled around him, trying not to laugh too much for worry of her teeth, though most dragons and predator species learned to fold their lips over their teeth pretty quickly. It was needed for more things and, quite often, protecting them too. But her tongue, oh, that could be used in many devious ways, twisting and twining around the length of his dick, though it was not long enough, shockingly to her, to get all the way around and around in the way that she wanted it too. Car was simply that thick.

How did I take all of that?

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It was amazing and she smirked to herself, proud of her prowess, heart hammering, body aching and tingling for another round, though that, surely, would come if she had anything to say about it. His paws landed gently on her head, stroking her frills so tenderly that she almost forgot herself and leaned fully into them, rumbling with purrs, but her bobbing muzzle on his hardness had to be her first focus.

The drake moaned and thrust up very lightly, his legs flat out on the ground, as she gave him what he swore was the best head of his life, his cock aching, drooling. Truly, he was too sensitive to go again, but pushing that far made him tingle with need, moaning, though he didn't let the whimpers break his lips. Let that be set aside for another time, an even sweeter time with the dragoness who was really turning his summer into one of fun.

He could do things for her too though, even if his paw would not reach her backside and pussy, tail snaking around just about able to reach between her legs. She squeaked at the touch of the tip of his tail, but that was one thing that Carenath had tried with another partner, before, squirming it inside with the help of his seed and her juices.

It was with the ploughing tease of his tail inside her that Fyr climaxed, again and again, panting heavily, head swimming, her body so very warm as it tried to release the heat inside her. She wanted to focus on drawing ropes of seed from his cock, to make him cum as hard as he had inside her cunny, but it was difficult, more so than ever, as her head floated, drifting on a haze of lust unlike anything else.

It was glorious. And it made her want it all again and again, forevermore.

She managed to draw him to a panting, puffing head as his cock drooled thicker and thicker pre-cum, bubbling up in such a way that her heart pounded. Yes, more, she thought, craving it, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock just to see Carenath explode in pleasure. That time, he could not hold back his roar, scaring birds from trees, even turning a head or two on the other side of the lake. Maybe they suspected what was going on, but no one came out to tell, not as Fyr gulped down his seed with all the energy she had left in her body, back arching, her backside grinding back onto his cock weakly, as much as she faded. In the end, she needed the respite that she thought Carenath would need before her.

His cum slopped out of her muzzle, drooling down his length, but mess did not matter when their lust was so high, moaning out loud, panting heavily, need coursing through, beat after beat. She took all down her throat that she could, thinking with a giggle that a little more practice there would be fun, and laid back down next to him, exhausted, half crushing one of his wings. Like the trooper he was, Car said not a word about how she was squashing his wing, putting an arm around her and drawing her in close and safe to his chest.

"Mmm..."

With her head on his broad chest, Fyr rumbled a purr, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth, peace returning to the lake after their unexpected romp. Yet all was as she wanted it to be, sleepy in the sunshine, his body so firm that it felt like an anchor in the storm that had been her early twenties. Her pussy was pleasantly sore, in a good way, and she squeezed down, wondering how long it would take for her to stop "feeling him" inside her. She hoped it would take as long as possible. Until she had him back in there, excitedly teasing out what their sex life could be, frolicking in fun, together.

The drake yawned lazily, eyes half-lidded, squeezing her close to him.

"You're amazing."

But Fyr was already gone, snoozing against him, the warm, comforting body of the drake the perfect rest for after sex.

Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, Fyr dozed with her head on his shoulder, relaxing with his arm around her, cum still trickling from her pussy. Yet, there, she was safe, nothing to concern her, more at home than she had felt for a very long time. They thought they were the same puzzle, two pieces that came together. What the two dragons didn't know was that their pieces were never destined to fit perfectly together.

But Carenath's perfect match was close indeed...