FSE

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The shared apartment was laid out around a central corridor, with five individual bedrooms connected to a bathroom and a kitchen room. Near the middle of the corridor there was the main door to the whole apartment, which connected it with a stairway and two other similar shared apartments.

Strolling down the corridor, Reylin paused and gestured with her wing. "So this whole apartment is number 332, and my individual room is 332A." She pointed at the next door. "332B will Glecion's room, so she'll be right next door to me."

Knaster was following right beside her, and the grey-scaled drake nodded understandingly. "When's your sister moving in?"

Reylin shrugged her shoulders, making her wings bob up and down. "She's been noncommittal about an exact date. I get the sense that she doesn't mind staying at the shelter for a bit longer, and she'll move in about the same time as when Caden does." Continuing down the corridor, Reylin stopped at the third door. "This one will be Caden's place."

"I was just speaking with Caden yesterday. She seemed very eager to move in and, I quote, 'get out from under the narcissist, control freak, tyrannical claws of her parents," Knaster replied drily.

Reylin snorted amusedly. "Pfft. That's Caden. Always dramatic. Always rebellious." Scampering forward, she nodded towards the last two rooms. "I don't think they've assigned anyone else to these rooms yet. I was just checking the records the other day, and these rooms were marked as vacant still." Glancing at Knaster, her neck frill perked up slightly. "So the... the option is still there--you could come and stay here too."

Knaster looked conflicted. "To be honest, Reylin, I'm still not sure about that. I already live in sector one, so I wouldn't save much time flying to school every day."

Reylin gave Knaster an imploring look--she very much wanted Knaster to come move into the residential hall with her, though she wasn't going to admit it to him, because he ought to be making that decision for himself, not for her. "It's not just about saving time! It's about independence. And fun. And freedom."

Knaster grinned. "The apartment rooms in this hall are tiny, though! And even with the discounted prices for Taslin students, the fees are still significant each semester," he objected. "Hmm... Though to be honest, I was chatting with my parents last week, and I mentioned that you and the other two members of our study group where going to move into this hall. From what they said, I think my parents would have no problem covering the cost if I wanted to move into a communal residential hall to get a new experience, but to me it just seems like spending money that doesn't have to be spent--"

Midway through his sentence, Reylin pushed Knaster back against the wall so she could kiss him again. "How much is... Mhhm... How much is it worth to you, for us to be able to... to do this anytime we wanted?" Knaster responded with no objections at all, eagerly wrapping his forelimbs around her waist to pull her close, and firmly pressing his snout against hers to return the kiss.

"Hahaha. When you put it that way, the idea of moving into a tiny student apartment does seem far more appealing." Knaster laughed, and he nuzzled against Reylin's neck in a way that made her gasp. "I'll think about it."

Reylin licked the side of Knaster's snout. "Don't think too long about it. Once the rest of the students start moving in for the next semester, the office could very well assign out both of these rooms." Desperate, hungry need made her lean forward to kiss Knaster again, but then she stopped and awkwardly bumped her nose against his. "Uhhh... I just said a few minutes ago that we shouldn't be kissing today! And now we're kissing again. Bother!"

Knaster burst out into cheerful laughter, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Hahaha. That's on you! You set a boundary and I was keeping to it, until you apparently changed your mind."

"It's not a boundary! I'm not setting up boundaries and obstacles between us," Reylin replied defensively. "I very much enjoy kissing you, and hugging, and it is so, so tempting to hump you senseless right now. Do you have any idea how turned on I am right now?"

"I might have some idea, yes." Knaster placed a long, slow, sensuous lick up the side of Reylin's neck, and that sensation of his tongue against her scales made her neck frill perk up uncontrollably. He then started to wander lower, only to be stopped when Reylin put her paw around his snout.

"Hey, now. Wait. No sex today. Maybe some kissing is alright, but we shouldn't do more than that," she murmured.

Knaster raised an eye ridge. "I'm getting some mixed signals here."

"I'm sorry! I'm very mixed right now." Reylin shook her head, but she couldn't bring herself to pull out of Knaster's embrace as he still held her close. She glanced down the corridor--beyond the last two apartment bedrooms, there was another pair of doors leading to the apartment's shared bathroom and kitchen. Both young dragons were sitting up on their hindlegs, loosely embracing each other, all alone together. Reylin sighed softly and shrugged her wings. "Huuh. I said I would tell you after we finished looking around the apartment, right? Whatever, I'll tell you now. Uhh, I'm in heat."

It took Knaster a few seconds to process this information, and Reylin watched surprise, comprehension, then curiosity cross her companion's face. "Ah. Ah, that explains some things."

"It does, right?"

"It sure does." Knaster's gaze moved lower, which made Reylin giggle and shift her forepaws and wings to cover her underbelly.

"Hey! What are you looking at?" Using a paw, Reylin firmly tilted Knaster's head back up. "So... yes. I'm in heat and that means we strictly will not be doing anything sexual today because I do not want to end up gravid."

Knaster nodded. "Understood. We don't want to be making an egg."

"Exactly." Reylin extended a claw from her paw and prodded Knaster's chest. "And I'm going to partially delegate that responsibility to you, because leaving it all up to me alone makes me feel stressed. Plus I've always felt like you have more responsibility and maturity than me. So please make very extra sure that we don't do any sex things today."

Knaster laughed again. "Haha. Ok, then we just won't. You're in heat and we can't let you get gravid, so we just can't have any sex today. We've had plenty of days or even a week without having sex. It'll be fine."

"Yeah..." Reylin crossed her hindlegs, and curled her tail around her ankle nervously. "I'm sure it will be fine. How hard can it be?"

"Let's just not think or talk about sex at all. Come on, let's go continue looking around this apartment." Knaster smoothly slid out from their embrace to continue strolling down the corridor. Yet even as he walked, Reylin found her gaze drawn towards her partner's haunches and his tail, hoping that she might catch even a glimpse of the young drake's genital slit. The temptation--it was there, and she was feeling it.

Shaking her head, Reylin scampered forward to trot beside Knaster, ignoring the deep need in her body that made her want to rub herself against him, kiss him, or do far more carnal things that couldn't be permitted today. "Sure. We'll just... not think about... it..."

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The kitchen and bathroom were down the corridor from the apartment's five bedrooms, past the corner.

Reylin and Knaster looked around the bathroom. It was a simple, square room with the floor covered with rough, dark grey tiles instead of carpet. There was a sink and a mirror, along with a floor toilet--an oval, bowl-shaped indentation in the floor that had some water at the bottom, for dragons to crouch over and relieve themselves into. A partition cut the room roughly in half, splitting off the other side to be a shower. A small ventilation fan in the ceiling was humming softly, sucking off air.

"It's a bathroom," Knaster noted.

"Indeed it is," Reylin agreed.

"It's for... for taking a shower."

"Maybe later."

Then they left and went over to the kitchen, which was right next door at the end of the apartment's central corridor. This room was much larger and featured a series of cupboards, an icebox, a small table surrounded by floor cushions, and most importantly, a stove. Windows provided a view towards the residential hall's inner courtyard and the other apartment towers, and there was a small balcony for the apartment's occupants to directly takeoff and land at their home.

"Ooh, kitchen! Cooking! I can cook now. How domestic," Reylin murmured. She strolled up to the stove at stared at it, before turning to glance at her friend. "How do I use fire?"

"You've never used a stove before?" Knaster asked.

"No? I've never had the chance to cook anything. Back at the sheltered home we just had a big cauldron of porridge and stew that a couple of the older fledglings would take turns heating up with their firebreath."

Knaster chuckled. He pointed towards a small, enclosed metal box that was placed right beside the stove, which contained a myriad of small, reddish crystals of various size. "Fire crystals. They're charged with flame magic." To demonstrate, he picked up a tiny crystal barely larger than a sand grain and tossed it on top of the stove surface. Knaster then grabbed an empty pan that had hanging from a hook on the wall and dropped it down on that tiny crystal, which created a soft crunch-hiss sound and a flash of light. He lifted the pot away to reveal that a small flame was burning from the crushed remains of the crystal.

"Riiight. Fire crystals. Wow. Fire on demand! And I don't even have firebreath!" Reylin watched as the tiny flame burned merrily away, though this only lasted for about ten seconds before the magic was depleted and the crystal went dark.

Knaster looked amused by how amazed Reylin was. "Most dragons don't have firebreath."

"I know. But I never got to use a fire crystal myself." Reylin hesitantly reached out to the box of crystals, and she gingerly touched them--but there was no heat from the reddish gemstones, and they felt hard and dense to the touch. They varied in size from small crystals barely bigger than sand grains, to larger chunks of shiny red mineral that would fit neatly in a paw. "I want to try," Reylin decided. Just like what Knaster had done, she grabbed a tiny fleck of a crystal and put it down on the stove top, right over the remnants of the last crystal. Then she took the pan and smacked it down on the crystal, crushing it and making it release its stored energy. Fire flared outwards, and Reylin spread her wings and paws victoriously. "Uuugggggh... I can now cook things! I have my own living space and I can cook whatever I want. This is so adult! I have finally succeeded at life!"

"Hahaha." Knaster just laughed. Reylin tried lifting the pan away and extending her paw high over the fire, to see how warm it was. "Careful. There's supposed to be a pan or a pot on top. It's hot," Knaster cautioned her.

"You're hot," Reylin immediately retorted. The tiny fire crystal ran out of energy very quickly, and instead she left the stove and went to try the taps at the sink, then she went to go peer inside the icebox--it was a rectangular, lidded box filled with frost enchantments that had the entire inside covered by a thick layer of ice. Tendrils of chilly magic nipped at her scales as Reylin stuck her head inside, but there was nothing much else to be found inside.

Knaster went to go slide open the balcony windows, letting a cool breeze ventilate the room. Then he went over to the table and sat on one of the floor cushions, watching Reylin while she kept exploring the kitchen. "Speaking of hot, am I allowed to ask you questions about it?"

"Questions about what? You can ask me whatever you want," Reylin casually replied. She started opening up the various cupboards to see what was inside. Packages and containers of various foodstuffs had been left behind by the previous occupants of this apartment. Some of the food appeared expired, but there were plenty of things that still appeared edible.

"Ok then. What's it like to be in heat?"

Reylin had been grabbing a circular biscuit tin that was unopened, but that line of inquiry made her pause. "Uhhh. Hmmm." She picked up the biscuit tin in her jaws and trotted over to sit at the table next to Knaster, which gave her an excuse not to answer yet as she thought about the question.

"Do you not want to talk about it?"

"I have no problem talking about it. It feels..." Reylin flapped her wings and made a vague gesture with her paws over her body. "Heat feels... hot. Warm, I mean. It started yesterday, when I began feeling like I was having a mild fever. Except that I didn't feel tired or sick or achy, just warm. And it's happened to me before, so I recognized the symptoms."

"It's happened to you before? So you've been in heat before?" Knaster asked.

Reylin extended her claws from her paws and drummed them against the biscuit tin's metal lid. "Yes. Kind of. I've been into preheat twice before, but never real heat. This is my first full estrous cycle." Seeing Knaster's curious but confused expression made Reylin laugh. "Haha. What? You know what preheat is, right? If even my old school back in sector forty had relationship and sexual health education, then District Central School definitely taught you those things."

"Yes, but they mostly just focused on building good relationships and trust. That, as well as repeatedly reminding us to avoid messing around if someone was in heat." Knaster nodded at her. "From the way they described it, they made it sound like even a hug or kiss could get a drakka gravid. Then in science class we learned that it takes quite a lot more interaction than just some scale or tongue contact."

"Which is fortunate, because I am not getting gravid, but I do need to kiss you." Reylin leaned over and did exactly that.

Knaster kissed her back, but then he opened his eyes and pulled back slightly. "Are we allowed to do this? I thought we agreed no thinking or talking about sex today."

"Mnhh..." Reylin made a sad whine, and her neck frill drooped flat against her neck. "It's allowed! This isn't sex. Kissing isn't sex, and kissing won't get me gravid. And we're not talking about sex either--we're just having an honest discussion between best friends about natural biology to get you more informed."

Knaster tilted his head as he also considered it. "That does make sense. Sharing knowledge is a good thing, and I've always liked to learn." Glancing at the table, he took the biscuit tin and used a claw to smoothly cut the seal around the rim. Pulling open the lid, he offered it first to Reylin. "So what were you saying about having gone into heat before?"

Reylin took a couple of biscuits and started eating them before she continued her explanation. "It last happened about a year ago, before we even first met and started having our study group sessions. It's something called preheat--it's my body practicing to go into heat for real, except that not all the hormones are at the correct levels so it ends up weird. It made my scales feel warm and itchy, and I just kept feeling like I was going to throw up."

"That sounds bad," Knaster said.

"It was! It was the worst." Reylin gestured about with her half eaten biscuit. "It made me feel so sick that some of the older fledglings back at the shelter wanted me to skip school so they could take me to see a doctor--can you imagine that? I haven't missed a school class in ten years! That was how bad it got, but I wasn't missing class for anything. Aside from the fever and the itching and the nausea, I did get some muscle cramps, but I was still able to fly and that was enough." Reylin let out a sigh, and she shook her head. "I've heard it happens to some female fledglings, but not all of us." She frowned at Knaster. "You're lucky, you know that? You don't have to deal with any of this nonsense."

Knaster gave her a sympathetic nod. "So is that... is that how you are feeling now? Sick?"

"No. As a matter of fact, I feel fantastic right now. Preheat gives all sorts of weird and nasty side effects, but I have to say it is a huge relief to learn that proper heat cycles aren't so bad. I took one of those test kit things where I had to urinate on a strip of chemical paper, and it definitely confirmed I'm heat. It's just... I feel like people make a bigger deal about heat than necessary. It's nothing but a basic biological function. I know some fledglings who think going into heat is a huge, major life event that officially makes them an adult or something, but it's not. It's just a hassle, really."

Knaster was watching her curiously. "Oh?" he prompted.

"I'm normal. All normal." Reylin stretched out her wings and twisted her body from side to side to stretch her back. "I talked with some of the older dragons back at the shelter, and they told me I might be more easily aroused while in heat, but I don't think that's the case. I'm feeling the same way I always do."

Knaster grinned at her. "Really? Because you've already kissed me at least four times since we arrived at this residential hall."

"Heeyy!" Reylin objected. "Is that higher than average? If you don't want us to kiss, just tell me to stop and I'll... be... sad about that." Both young dragons shared a chuckle. "Haha. No but seriously--I really don't think I'm acting any different from normal, right? I... I have been thinking about sex and about you, but then I always think about that." Reylin frowned. "It's weird. I used to be so perfectly happy alone, but now that we're in a relationship, I can't stop thinking about you. Is that normal?"

Knaster just laughed even harder. "Hahaha! Reylin, if you didn't care or think about me, it would just about break my heart. You're normal. Don't worry." Leaning over, he patted her once on the head, but then he stopped.

An unhappy grunt found its way out of Reylin's throat. "Rgg... Once you start you have to keep going. More head pats, please."

"Sorry. My paw wasn't clean. I got some biscuit crumbs on your frill," Knaster explained. He licked his paw clean, then wiped it dry against the scales of his chest.

"Lick me," Reylin muttered under her breath. She slumped forward and rested her chin on the table in front of Knaster.

"Hahaha. I know what you want." Knaster gently licked the top of Reylin's head in a way that made her neck frill perk all the way up. Then he licked her frill, and the sensation of his tongue sliding against that sensitive membrane made an uncontrollable shiver run down Reylin's spine. Her tail tip trembled and tapped against the tiled kitchen floor, and she felt a tingle deep in her underbelly.

Reylin let out a low, rumbly purr. "Hnnnrrr..."

After a few moments, Knaster again stopped patting her on the head and instead held his paw against her forehead. "You don't feel like you have a fever," he noted.

Reylin grabbed Knaster's paw and moved it so she could rub it against her cheek. "I don't know. There's just this warm feeling on my scales and inside me. Maybe it's a psychological thing," she murmured.

The past few days Reylin had been extremely busy with administrative work in preparation for moving into this residential hall, as well as busy with packing, or even busy saying farewell to the other clanless young dragons she had grown up with--and all that busyness had left her with little free time to meet Knaster over the past week. They had shared a few meals to chat and catch up with each other, but a friendly hug and a quick kiss wasn't enough to satisfy her need for physical affection and intimacy.

Moving into a clan residential hall had been one of Reylin's long term goals in life, but just in the short term she had also been looking forward to this moment as an end to her current busyness. Now they had time together and assured privacy to sate their lusts, except just yesterday Reylin had recognized the faint but distinct symptoms that indicated she was coming into heat, and that was rotten luck. Just when she'd been looking forward to celebrating her newfound housing independence with Knaster, she was to be denied the intimacy she'd been anticipating because of the sudden risk.

"It's just unfair..." Reylin muttered. With a sigh, she released Knaster's paw and slid to her feet. Staring at Knaster, it felt like there was a deep bond between them--originating in friendship, but then built up into something romantic and intimate until now Reylin felt like there was almost a literal physical force which attracted her to him. She would have liked nothing more than to lunge at Knaster and kiss him, hug him, and hump him until they were both delirious, but all she did was grit her teeth and shuffle her wings. "I think I'll go take a shower and cool off."

Knaster nodded. "Sure. Should I...? Do you want me to leave you to get settled into your apartment?"

Reylin let out a bark of laughter from this ridiculous suggestion. "Bahaha! No? Why would I want you to leave? I want you here with me. You're not going to just leave me here all alone, are you?" She gestured towards the walls, in the vague direction of the apartment's individual bedrooms. "What I want is for you to move into the apartment down the hall so that you'll always be nearby and we can spend evenings chatting together, and take afternoons doing schoolwork together, and then whenever we have some free time how about some hugging and kissing and more. Though I am also not pressuring you to come live here, because that's your decision not mine."

Knaster smiled warmly. "I'll talk with my parents about staying here in the residential hall next semester."

"Yay!" Reylin hugged Knaster, clutching her forelimbs around his waist. Her scales felt warm from her heat, yet his scales pressing against hers felt comfortable and reassuring instead of being too warm. Reylin pressed her snout against Knaster's neck and inhaled, enjoying the familiar scent of his presence. Then Knaster moved his wing and wrapped it around her back, pulling her close for a hug that was wonderful but almost too much--Reylin revelled in that sensation, but then she stepped back before the temptation got too much. "Ok. Ok... that's... woo. Ok. Shower time." Reaching down to her neck, she took the apartment keys with their loop of string and passed them to Knaster. "Help me hold these, will you?"

"Sure thing. I'll look around the place and find something to do while you're showering," Knaster replied. He stood up and strolled away, only pausing briefly to plant a quick peck on the side of Reylin's cheek.

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The water was warm and relaxing as it pattered against her scales. A soft, satisfied sigh rolled out from Reylin's throat, and she sat down on her haunches, closed her eyes, and just let the shower spray down on her from above. For a good long moment the young drakka just enjoyed the sensation of water washing over her scales. Then she twisted the tap to shut off the shower, before snatching up her washcloth and pouring liquid soap on it from her soap bottle.

With quick, impatient motions Reylin rubbed her paws together to lather up the soap foam in her wash cloth, then she began wiping her body. She tried to get the soap all over, everywhere from her neck frill to her tail tip as best she could reach. Reylin was able to get the upper and lower flight surfaces of her wing well soaped up, though it was more of a challenge to reach directly behind her so she could clean her back. All four legs got a good scrub--holding her wash cloth in her other paw, Reylin partially extended her claws so she could run them over her scales and rub them clean from any persistent spots of dirt. Some dragons preferred to use their tongues to lick their scales instead of just using a sponge or a washcloth, and though Reylin agreed this was a more gentle and thorough method to get clean, licking each scale was simply too time consuming for her to bother. She wrapped her washcloth around her tail and pulled their appendage through her grip, getting it soaped up and slippery.

The temptation came when she had finished with her legs, tail, and chest, such that all that was left was the area which connected them all. Holding her washcloth gingerly, Reylin carefully cleaned her underbelly. First it was the inside of her hindlegs, then slowly her movements got closer and closer until finally there was no avoiding it. Not even bothering to use her washcloth, Reylin pressed her soap-covered paw against her genital slit and slid upwards--that simple, gentle motion sent a tingly sensation through her body, and she cooed softly. "Ooo..."

That brief jolt of pleasure immediately demanded a repeat, but Reylin refrained and instead held her paw over her slit, teasingly close but not touching herself. "I shouldn't..." she murmured. Reylin glanced around and held a quick mental debate with herself. She had privacy here, far more so than back in the clanless shelter, because there wouldn't be someone coming along to knock on the door and ask why she was taking so long because they wanted to shower too. No one else was in the apartment except for Knaster, and if he came along, Reylin would have happily asked him to help her--or would that have been forbidden?

Reylin's paw trembled as she almost moved to touch herself, before stopping again just a tiny distance away from her underbelly. "I really shouldn't," she repeated to herself. It was so tempting because Reylin knew exactly what would happen--if she even _started_to masturbate, the pleasure would compel her to continue, but then the tingly tension inside her would just build up until it was almost unbearable with no prospect of relief. "There's just no point." Reylin told herself, but then she did it anyway.

Pressing down with her paw, she began gently rubbing and sliding against her genital slit, massaging the sensitive flesh there. "Ohh, but that's so good..." Nerve endings fired and tingly pleasure flowed through her body, originating in her underbelly from that point of contact but spreading out to light up her entire nervous system. It started off as just a light tingle, but then the sensation escalated into a warmth within her that quickly built up--it was a deep tension in her groin and her whole body that demanded release, yet her touching only made that tension more and more intense. Glistening, slippery clear liquid soon wet her slit and her paw, and it wasn't water or soap.

"Ah, ahhh..." Reylin panted softly, and she bucked her hips against her paw as her movements went from gentle and light, to frantic and needy. She was no stranger to this-- back in the clanless shelter it had been a matter of doing it quickly, quietly, and subtly. Reylin was used to finding time to satisfy her own sexual needs once every few days, sometimes more or less than that. It felt very good, relieved her stress, and it helped if she was ever having trouble falling asleep.

Now there was a key difference however--she was in heat--which made self-pleasure so much easier and yet so much worse. Previously when Reylin had gone into preheat, she had always felt far too sick to even contemplate masturbation. But now that she was in heat proper, her genital slit felt warm, puffy, and extra sensitive from added bloodflow, making any touch exquisitely pleasurable. Reylin shivered as she rubbed her paw against her underbelly, with each stroke adding a new burst of pleasure that made the following stroke feel even better. Her eyes went half-lidded, then fully closed without her even realizing what she was doing, and her mind reached out for fantasies--and all her fantasies were about Knaster, of course. Her fellow clan mate, best friend, study group partner, sexual partner, companion, confidant, lover, mate (maybe officially they would be bonded, years away in the future?)--Knaster was just a short distance away through a few walls, and Reylin's thoughts flashed back to her many memories of the intimacy they'd shared together. His paws touching her, his wings wrapped around her to hold her close, his snout pressed against hers in a kiss, his tongue brushing against her own, or perhaps brushing against somewhere else far more indecent.

Her breathing was coming deeply now, and her next exhale came with an unintentional moan. "Oohh..." Hearing her own voice briefly snapped the young drakka out of her trance of arousal, and Reylin blinked her eyes open just long enough to reach out with her forepaw to turn the tap and send water spraying down on her from above, all without stopping or even slowing the repeated rubbing motion of her other paw as she touched herself. The spray of water added some noise to cover her heavy breathing, as well as that faint, wet, shlick sound of her touch sliding against her genital slit. Reylin moved her paw back and forth, occasionally switching to circular motions that rubbed about her genital slit, especially that nub of extremely sensitive flesh just above her vaginal opening that was almost painfully good to touch.

The water poured down on her from above, briefly cold enough to make her gasp, but then delightfully warm as it sprayed over her scales. Water slid off her wings and cascaded onto her body, then down her sides to run down her legs and tail. The soap foam was washed away, yet Reylin's attention was no longer on cleaning as she held her three-legged, half-crouched stance, using her fourth paw to repeatedly rub against her underbelly and chase that pleasure. The sexual sensations built and built and built until Reylin felt like she would surely explode from just how good it felt, but then everything slowed and stopped short of that final release.

"Ohh, oh, oh...! That's... Almost... Please... Come on...!" Her voice was drowned out by the sound of the shower, but Reylin's soft moans of pleasure became quiet groans of frustration. She had known this was coming. This outcome had been inevitable from the start, yet still she hadn't been able to resist the urge to touch herself, and now she was left heavily aroused and on the verge of release, yet unable to proceed any further.

This wasn't normal. Reylin knew what a climax felt like, and she was well experienced with giving them to herself (or in the past few months, getting them with Knaster). Sometimes she even went more than once, such as during the last exam season when her stress had needed multiple climaxes to dissipate. But now that she was in heat, something had changed.

In the middle of last night, Reylin had suddenly woken up in bed feeling aroused. She had tried to go back to sleep, but the feeling of her pillow pressing against her underbelly had tempted her with this same urge and so eventually she'd begun to touch herself. Masturbation was a much rarer event for her now that she and Knaster could help her satisfy each other's needs, but sometimes, such as that night, the urge just came to her and self-pleasure provided simple satisfaction. With the dormitory room all dark, and under the steady drone of ventilation fans spinning in the roof, Reylin didn't think any of the other clanless young fledgling dragons would notice. With wings wrapped around herself and with her whole body buried under her blanket, the young drakka shifted her paw to subtly rub at her underbelly.

As was the case now, being in heat seemed to make her genital slit feel warmer and more sensitive, and the pleasure came even easier than it did normally. Powered by some vivid fantasizing about Knaster mating with her, it hadn't taken long at all. In the span of a few minutes, Reylin had worked herself up to what was supposed to be a quick and satisfying release, except that somehow her pleasure had plateaued right before she hit climax. Still trying to keep her movements small and quiet, Reylin had desperately tried to push herself into orgasm, but to no success. As the minutes dragged on and the muted pleasure grew more stagnant and dissatisfying, Reylin had finally thrown off her blankets and furiously leapt out of bed. Moving quietly to avoid waking up any of the other young dragons sleeping in the dormitory with her, she'd left the room and headed over to toilet, locking herself in a stall so she could be far more vigorous with her self-pleasure. But try as she might, her body refused to let her orgasm and all that pent-up sexual desire had remained unreleased. It was maddening. She'd wasted a full hour where she should have been asleep. Reylin had kept going until her forelimbs were both tired and her slit was feeling sore, with her natural lubricating fluids dripping down her hindleg and making a mess, but she was even more unsatisfied than ever before. She'd finally given up and washed her paws, before going back to bed for a long, uneasy night's rest.

In the morning she'd tried again, wasting yet another hour in a desperate attempt to chase pleasure which had started off feeling intensely delightful but then had ended up unsatisfying and literally anti-climactic. Reylin was left with a feeling of grumpy annoyance, with the simple conclusion that something about being in heat meant her body was blocking her from an orgasm when she needed it most.

And now, back in her new apartment's bathroom, Reylin felt herself approaching that same limit where her pleasure was sky high but was slowing down so it would never blow past the limit into an orgasm. "Nggh... I really should stop," she muttered to herself, yet she didn't. She knew from her experience yesterday and this morning that if she continued the pleasure would just stagnate, yet still she had to continue just in the hope that this time might be different. In the past, she had never even found it so necessary to have orgasms--they were relieving, but also tiring and sometimes she only needed some pleasure without the overwhelming draining relief of a full orgasm. But now she just felt unsatisfied. This was quite the cruel trick of biology, with heat making it easy to masturbate and demanding she climax, but making it impossible to do so. What absolute nonsense that was!

Trying to distract herself, Reylin slowed down her motions and attempted to linger on the edge of climax, enjoying the sensation for what it was. As her back was cleaned off, she sat up on her haunches so that the spray of water would reach her front. Through her haze of self-induced pleasure she noticed something which sparked off a new idea--unlike the showers back in her old home the clanless shelter, the showerhead here wasn't fixed in the wall but instead was connected by a hose. Finally snatching her paw away from her slit, Reylin bucked her hips a few times as the last remaining tingles of pleasure echoed away, then she pulled off the showerhead and used it to spray water on her limbs, the underside of her wings, and her neck.

Holding the showerhead against her chest sent water sliding down towards her underbelly, rinsing it clean of soap. Reylin let out a soft chuckle--she knew she shouldn't even bother trying, yet she had to. Curiosity and arousal was quite the combination. Moving the showerhead lower, she let the stream of water spray against her genital slit, and that sensation made eyes roll back in her head and her neck frill perk straight up. Her jaw dropped, but no sound came out from her mouth.

It felt even better than before, though in a different sort of way. The water provided a steady massaging thrum against her genital slit and her thighs, feeding her pleasure without needed her to even move her paw or her hips. Reylin closed her eyes and leaned against the tiled shower wall, letting the water do its thing while she vigorously fantasized about her favourite drake. Of course, Knaster's paws, his tongue, or certainly his erection didn't feel anything like the constant spray of water, but she just imagined it was him.

It still wasn't enough. "Just..." Reylin groaned again, and she curled her tail around herself to rub the tip against her genital slit. The spray of water from the showerhead was washing away any of that natural, lubricating wetness that dripped out from her slit, but her insides were unaffected and she managed to slip her tail tip inside with a careful motion. This provided yet a new source of stimulation as Reylin rocked her hips to repeatedly move that appendage in and out, even angling and flicking the tip around to try and rub at sensitive spots, but it simply wasn't enough. Even using her tail to fill herself up didn't help with that feeling of emptiness.

Her tail tip didn't have quite the same girth or shape, neither did its smoothly scaled surface compare well against the warm, pulsing, soft and squishy yet also firm and demanding feel of Knaster's erection (or indeed any drake's erection, probably, though Reylin hadn't checked other drakes to know for sure). And far more problematically, neither her paws, her showerhead, nor her tail tip had the ability to gently caress her scales, or smile warmly at her, or passionately kiss her and hold her close, or snuggle against her under a blanket on a rainy day, or offer simple compliments that disproportionately brightened her mood, or help her with errands whenever she needed it, or had the complex intricacies of his own personal mind and viewpoint which made conversation such a deep delight--there was only stimulation, but no love and no bonding while she was alone in the shower, and really that was the problem.

"Bah." Reylin suddenly snapped completely out of it as her arousal crashed. She flicked her tail out of herself and snatched her paw away from her underbelly, then she put the showerhead back into its mount in the wall and cut off the water flow. A tingly, pulsating ache in her underbelly was still urgently demanding more, but she ignored it. The young drakka shook herself from head to tail repeatedly, making her scales rustle against each other as water droplets were scattered off her body and onto the shower walls around her. "Bah," she repeated to herself.

Trotting out of the shower, Reylin snagged her towel from where she had left it hung over the rail, and she briefly sat back on her haunches to wrap it around herself. Then she unlocked the bathroom door and went to go find some companionship.

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TO BE CONTINUED