FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

11,403 words

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With a proud strut, Reylin walked over to the side of her apartment. She glanced up at the ceiling, where she had pulled out the old, faulty lighting coil from its socket and put in the new replacement. "This was easy!" Then she sat back on her haunches and flicked on the light switch, but nothing happened.

The young drakka's neck frill twitched, and she made a disappointed noise. "Neeehhh..."

Reylin flicked the switch up and down a few times to see if this might somehow get a different result, but the ceiling light remained unlit. By now evening had become twilight, and though Reylin had opened the curtains, the sky was almost completely dark as the last faint colours of sunset faded into inky black night. The only light in Reylin's apartment came from her desk light, but that left most of her room shadowed.

Trotting back to the middle of the room, Reylin hopped up onto the storage chest, which she had been using to get enough height to reach the ceiling. Carefully she climbed up on top of the closed chest, rearing up on her hindlimbs and using her tail for balance so she could reach up and try to jiggle the lighting coil more securely into its slot.

Each small movement made the coil flicker faintly with light, which encouraged Reylin to be a bit more forceful in her actions until suddenly the coil snapped right into place. The light flared to life, instantly briefly blinding her. "Ahh..." She winced and recoiled sharply, which made her lose her balance and fall off the chest she had been standing on. Fortunately Reylin managed to twist her body in mid-air, and with a flutter of her wings she altered her fall so that she landed neatly on her bed.

Reylin's room was now filled with warm, stable light, and the young drakka's neck frill perked up. She nodded happily to herself. "Yeesss. I got the light all fixed up by myself," she murmured. Reylin's grin didn't last long, though. She didn't bother vocalizing her next thought. "I wish someone else had been here to see it."

Sliding off her bed, Reylin went over to the window and stared out into the night. The cityscape of Avaeria was never truly dark--they were many buildings and streets lit up for navigation, and even now other dragons were visible flying through the night sky from some place to another. Across the small courtyard, the residential hall's other buildings also had some lights. Out of the many rows and columns of windows, about one in every eight apartments had lights on now, which provided an estimate for how many people were currently living here. As she looked out her window Reylin saw the occasional spot of movement in the other apartments, and suddenly she felt oddly lonely.

Solitude had its appeal. Back in the dense, crowded, clanless dormitory environment she had grown up in, Reylin had always yearned for more space, especially more _private_space where she could just be on her own. She had always yearned for a place where she could be free from people judging or watching her, and where she wouldn't be bothered by the noise and distraction of others. Sometimes she just wanted to relax and be alone, even as much as she enjoyed company. Reylin loved her sister Glecion, and her friends from the clanless shelter or school, and even the new friends and clanmates she was making now that she had joined clan Taslin. She would see them all again soon enough, but just in this instant she felt lonely, all alone in her new apartment. Most of all she missed Knaster--his companionship provided emotional support that was similar and yet distinct from family and friendship, and Reylin found herself searching the sky, hoping to spot Knaster returning to her.

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All in all, it took around a full hour for Knaster to return. Reylin had gotten bored of lying alone in her room, so she went to the kitchen to look through the cupboards again. The sound of wingbeats and the occasional roar of a dragon announcing their landing repeatedly made her snap her head around to glance towards the balcony--yet it was always from someone else, going to another apartment in a different floor or building of the residential hall--enough that Reylin stopped turning to look out the window.

So when Knaster finally did return, she was caught slightly by surprise when he suddenly sauntered in through the open balcony doors. With head held proudly high, the young drake nodded calmly. He flicked his wings, then furled them up neatly. "I'm back."

"You're back!" Reylin ran over and gave Knaster a lick on his neck, which made him break out into a grin. She trotted beside him as he walked towards the kitchen table. "You came back."

"Why do you sound surprised? Did you expect me not to come back?" Knaster casually replied. His tail swished to the side and brushed against her flank, which made Reylin shiver and fall out of step.

"Oohh! No, I just... I knew you were coming back, but that doesn't mean I can't be happy to see you again." Reylin trotted forward and both of the young dragons sat down on two of the floor cushions around the table. Knaster started opening up some of the pouches of his flight harness, revealing that they were now laden with foodstuff. "Hey, hey! Food!" Reylin cheerfully exclaimed.

Knaster nodded. "I bought plenty of snacks to stock up the larder here. Biscuits, crackers, nuts, dried berries and raisins, some smoked dried meat..."

Reylin grabbed a packet of dried blueberries and used her claws to slice open the packaging so she could start munching on them. She was feeling hungry and quickly ate a juicy, sweet mouthful. "Mm. Thanks. How much do I owe you for this?"

"Nothing. If I'm going to be moving into this residential hall too, I'll just consider this my contribution to the common kitchen larder." Knaster gestured towards the blueberries Reylin was eating. "Those are all snacks, though. I did buy some proper dinner." He emptied a different harness pouch, pouring out a couple of square packets wrapped up with brownish, waxy paper. "Just something simple and quick. Two for you, two for me."

Reylin unwrapped the food, revealing it to be a quartet of large sandwiches which were still toasty warm and smelled delicious--honey and cheese baked meat, as best her nose could tell. "Thank you...!" she murmured, then she bit down instantly and started devouring the first sandwich. It tasted as good as it smelt.

"You're welcome." Knaster picked up one of the other sandwiches. "Hungry, aren't you?" he commented, clearly noting the ravenous way Reylin was eating.

Reylin nodded even as she took another bite. "It's been a long day!"

"It has." Knaster stretched out both wings and yawned widely. He smoothly flicked his flight scales through various control configurations, then he furled his wings up again--but then a split second a later, he reconsidered and opened up one wing to wrap it around Reylin's shoulders.

"Ahhh." Letting out a pleased sigh, Reylin leaned into his embrace. They stayed like that for a long while. Just sitting side by side and leaning against each other, eating a casual dinner together. Reylin turned her head to the side, as did Knaster, and they spent several long, shared moments staring out the window at the night sky, watching the city and the blinking lights of airships moving slowly through the darkened airspace.

A deep, reassured peace went through Reylin, and in that moment she was completely content. She did still eat her dinner quickly--it was just habitual for her to eat food quickly. Reylin finished both her sandwiches even as Knaster was barely finishing his first.

"Oh, one more thing. Very important thing. Got these from the market pharmacy." Knaster scrunched up the paper wrapping of his first sandwich and opened up another pouch of his flight harness, from which he took two things--the first Reylin recognized as a tube of deodorant cream, meant for blocking the scent of her heat. The second item was a just a small, sealed, square cardboard packet, nondescript in appearance and with instructions printed on the outside--it could have been any of a thousand different products, but Reylin knew instantly what it was.

"Right." The small box fit neatly in her paw, and the label confirmed that it was a heat suppressor. With a quick motion Reylin opened it up and poured out the contents, which were a folded up leaflet containing detailed instructions, as well as the medicine itself, which took the form of a small translucent fabric bag filled with black powder and with a string attached.

Knaster was watching curiously too, because just like Reylin, he hadn't done anything like this before. "That looks like a tea bag," he noted.

"I think it is a tea bag." Reylin started looking over the leaflet that had come along with the suppressor. "It's a... medicinal tea." The instructions confirmed what was said on the packaging--this was a heat suppressor, meant to counter the effects of estrus. It came of the form of a packet of powdered leaves for making tea, which on consumption would dissuade her body from being in heat. "This will work. Yes, it says it can prevent making an egg, even if taken after my heat has started. Nice. How much did _this_cost?"

Knaster shook his head and resumed eating his second sandwich. "Mmh. That tiny teabag cost as much as everything else combined. All the food and snacks put together."

Reylin winced and let out a hiss. "Tsss. Ouch. Sorry. That was an expensive mistake we made."

Knaster shrugged. "At least it is a correctable mistake. And I got a one-tenth discount from the pharmacist because it was a clan-affiliated store."

"Oh, that's good." Reylin sniffed at the teabag. It had a sharp, bitter, herbal odour that seemed encouragingly potent. Even while holding the medicine, Reylin used her other paw to grab more dried blueberries to munch on them.

Knaster noticed her eating the fruit. "You still hungry?"

His grin--his handsome, friendly, amused grin--made Reylin feel another flash of warmth and longing. "Yes, yes I'm hungry." Leaning even closer, Reylin kissed the side of Knaster's snout, and she even shifted her body to press her underbelly against his leg. "I could use some dessert, if you wouldn't mind producing some..." she murmured, reaching out her paw to try and grope Knaster's underbelly. She missed several times, and had to glance down to find the exact spot of his genital slit, which made Knaster laugh.

"Haha. Really? Are we going to do this all over again? The whole jig of 'you're in heat so we're not going to do anything sexual', then the slow failing to resist temptation again?"

Reylin flicked her neck frill. "No need. The damage is already done since we mated while I'm in heat, so we might as well have more fun." She gestured with the suppressor medicine, then put it down on the table. "We've already paid the price, so now we can do whatever we want."

"At least let me finish my dinner. This sandwich smells almost as good as you, and I would like to finish it first while it's still warm." Knaster resumed eating his sandwich.

"Ok fine, but eat fast." Reylin snagged the teabag's string in her jaws and trotted over to the kitchen counter. As she was walking, she made sure to swish her tail and raise it up, trying to draw Knaster's attention. His gaze had been on her, and she saw his eyes dart towards her hips and her tail base--success! Reylin giggled just from that thought. Before she'd met Knaster, she would never have thought of doing such a thing--the slightly younger, more of an older fledgling_and less of a _young drakka Reylin of one year ago would not have envisioned herself as a sexual person, and certainly she hadn't thought she had any interest in romance or deep companionship--but now here she was, doing her best to entice the young drake who loved her. Knaster watched her closely, but he kept eating on his sandwich.

Reylin had been half hoping Knaster would pounce on her and take the initiative to do something sexual, but she also had something else to do which distracted her from her lust. "I need some boiled water to make this medicinal tea." She found a clean mug with a lid and dropped the teabag inside, then she grabbed the kitchen kettle and completely filled it with water from the tap. "So I just...?"

Knaster gestured with his half-eaten sandwich. "Take a fire crystal and put it on the stove, then crush it with a kettle to get the flames going. Although..."

"Ok, I got this." Reylin looked through the small box next to the stove, which contained an assortment of small roughly spherical crystals that glinted yellow and red. She took the largest crystal she could find and gently put it into the appropriate slot on top of the stove. Then she grabbed the kettle, all filled with water, and dropped it down heavily on top of the stove. With a crack and a fwooommm the crystal shattered and started to release the stored-up magic contained within--orange flames flared out across the bottom of the kettle, part the rim to also engulf the bottom quarter of the whole kettle.

Reylin jumped back in surprise, which made Knaster look concerned.

"Did you get burned?" he asked.

Reylin shook her head. "No, I was just surprised by... by how much fire there was."

"Yeah... I was... I was going to say, you probably don't need to fully fill the kettle just to get one cup's worth of hot water. Also, regarding fire, you only need a medium crystal. A big crystal would be if you want lots of sustained heat to cook something very large, like simmering a whole pot of soup for hours."

"I'm feeling sustained heat right now, and maybe I do want to eat something very large of yours," Reylin muttered seductively, and then she frowned. "What am I even saying? Does that count as flirting? How did I ever possibly persuade you that we could be partners?"

"Hahaha!" Knaster laughed so hard he accidentally spat out a half-chewed bite of his sandwich onto the table surface. "Reylin..."

"Shut up! Keep eating your dinner!" Reylin scampered over and picked up the dropped portion of bread from the table, and she playfully pushed it back into Knaster's mouth. "The faster you finish eating that sandwich, the faster we can get back to doing sexy things again, you know?"

Knaster laughed even harder, until he was breathless and barely able to even speak. "Hahaha--ahh... hehahaha!" When he did manage to catch his breath, the first thing he said, with a wide grin across his face, was, "I really do love you, Reylin. No one else makes me laugh this hard."

A sense of warm, affectionate, victorious pride filled her chest, and Reylin beamed. "When you say things like that..." she murmured. Knaster swallowed and tried to take another bite of his sandwich, but she got in the way by kissing him. For a moment the food was forgotten, and it was just the passion between the two of them. When Reylin pulled back from the kiss, she glanced back at the stove, where the kettle was still engulfed in flames. "Hmm, I shouldn't have put so much water in the kettle."

Knaster was grinning. He enjoyed her company as much as she enjoyed his. "I told you so."

"You didn't tell me until after I had filled it! Now we have to wait... or do we?" Desire was running hot through her body, and Reylin decided to act on it. She dropped down to all fours and crawled under the table, and then she stuck her head and her forepaws between Knaster's hindlegs, right at his underbelly. Knaster had showered clean just before he had left earlier, but more than an hour of flying and walking about had left him smelling faintly of exertion and the outdoors. Reylin drew a deep breath to take in the familiar, faintly masculine scent of her lover, and then she lavished his genital slit with attention as she tried to get him aroused--groping him with her paws, and nudging him with her snout.

The table now obscured Knaster's upper body, but his voice was still easily audible. "Mmh, really? Right here? You can't even wait till we get back to your room..." Despite the young drake's words, his body was visibly reacting and his genital slit spread apart as his penis pushed its way out, rapidly inflating with steady throbs in time with his heartbeat.

Reylin coiled her tongue around Knaster's growing length and licked at it, providing yet more stimulation which guaranteed he would continue growing more and more erect. "This is... no one else is going to turn up in the apartment. I'm the only one who's moved in, and neither Glecion nor Caden is moving in today," she muttered.

"There are windows, though. The balcony doors aren't even fully closed. What if someone from the neighbouring building is looking over?"

This comment made Reylin briefly pause as she considered it. She quickly shifted her position, moving sideways before she continued undeterred. Knaster was seated with his back at an angle towards the windows, which meant that if Reylin was in the right position, she could be obscured from the outside and any possible curious eyes peering in through the dark of night. "Hmm. Your body's blocking the view. And if it bothers you, then stop me."

"No, no. Please continue." Knaster could have easily used a paw to push her away, or he could even have just slid back from the table, but instead he shifted his hips forwards and spread his legs, which made it easier for Reylin to pleasure him.

By now Knaster was fully erect, and Reylin wrapped her paw around his erection. "Ok, so we have a few minutes until the kettle boils. Let's see if I can make you shoot before then."

"I doubt--oohhh..." Knaster had been saying something, but his words trailed off into a soft moan as Reylin got to work. She slid her paw up and down his erection, while her other paw wrapped tight around the base so she could squeeze and massage his uninflated knot. To top things off, Reylin suckled right on the end of his erection, and she could taste the salty, slippery flavour of pre-ejaculate as it started to ooze from his tip. "Tsss. It's kind of distracting me from... from my dinner when you do that..." Knaster hissed.

Reylin moved quickly, using the same motions that she knew from past experience were effective at stimulating her partner. The soft rumbling hiss of the kettle as it sat atop the stove provided a constant reminder of the time ticking down in her self-imposed deadline. Reylin's impromptu goal had been to get Knaster to climax before her hot water was ready, but she hadn't genuinely expected to succeed. Perhaps it was because she had put too much water in the kettle and it was boiling slowly, or perhaps she just underestimated how easily she could get Knaster aroused, but within a few minutes her partner was tensing up.

Knaster's hindpaws were clenching tight against the floor cushion he was sitting on, and his penis was fully rigid in Reylin's mouth and paws. She could feel his knot starting to swell, preparing to bloat up as he neared orgasm. Knaster had still been eating his dinner and he hadn't been saying much other than occasional soft moans of her name, but now he gasped. "Ahhh! Reylin... Ok, that's... I'm close."

Reylin swallowed, and she could feel the slick, slippery texture of his pre-ejaculate wetting her throat. She pulled back briefly to say, "Hah. Told you I could do it. Hahaha." Then she was back to suckling and licking at his erection.

The claws on Knaster's hindpaws extended and retracted as he kneaded the floor cushion, and his tail swished from side to side. "Ugggh, don't you dare... I'm really... very... close...! Reylin... stop... Huuugh!" The young drake suddenly jumped up and jerked backwards, stepping back to pull his erection out of reach.

Reylin was briefly surprised, but then she laughed. "Hahahaha!"

Knaster laughed too as he bent down to peer under the table. "Hehe. You... you are naughty, you know that?"

Reylin glared back at her lover with an amused, defiant grin. "You could have stopped me at any_time before that, but you didn't," she countered. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy that. Don't even _try to claim that you're not as naughty as me." Her neck frill was trying to perk up, but it just pressed against the table above her.

"Fweeeee!" The kettle started to whistle at that point, indicating that the water was boiling. Both young dragons turned to stare at the stove, then the glanced back at each other.

"Just in time," Knaster muttered.

"It would have been just in time, if you hadn't pulled away. Why you stop me? I was just about to get some, uh, dessert..." Reylin said. Knaster's erection was jutting out from his underbelly, throbbing faintly but still unsatisfied. Reylin shimmied forward and tried to reach for it again, but the young drake grabbed her paws with his.

"Grrr..." Knaster made a soft, throaty growl, and then he held her forelimbs by the wrist and physically slid her out from under the table.

"Oh!" Reylin had barely any time to react as Knaster suddenly hauled her out. He flipped open a wing and swept it across the table in an impatience motion, brushing away crumbs from their dinner and the paper packaging which the sandwiches had come in. Then Knaster took a step to the side, casually grabbed Reylin around her midriff, and he picked her up to drop her on top of the table as if she was just a sack of groceries. "Woo!" This sudden display of strength made Reylin squeal and giggle, yet there was also a forceful, needy drive behind the action and that was intensely arousing_._

Darting his head down, Knaster nosed aside her tail and sniffed at her underbelly, which was barely just resting on the edge of the table. Reylin could feel his breath right against her genital slit as he sampled her. Reylin glanced back over her shoulder and saw the desperate, hungry look Knaster was giving her--his nose was wet with her arousal, and his nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply, drinking in her scent.

"You smell like heat, Reylin. You know that?" he told her. "From the moment I came back and stepped through those balcony doors, I could smell the scent of heat on you. It is a maddening, wonderful smell that makes me want to do all sorts of things, but I didn't say anything and controlled myself because I thought we were done with sex for the day."

Reylin grabbed onto the other edge of the table with her forepaws for balance, and she shifted her hindpaws so she could curl her tail upwards and provide Knaster better access to her underbelly. "Oh, we are not done. Not even close," she said, and they both knew it was true.

With a quick movement Knaster was mounting her, reared up on his hindlegs and leaning forward to pin her down against the table. "I want you," he murmured. His erection brushed against her underbelly--just a minute ago it had been in her paws and in her mouth, but this was much better. The heat inside her was blazing again, and she could feel wetness dripping from her slit from all her arousal. Pleasuring Knaster had turned her on very much, and she was more than ready for him.

"Grrr..." Knaster made a deep, low growl again, and Reylin could feel his chest vibrating against her back. He clutched at her wings with his paws, and the point of his erection slipped about, brushing against her underbelly but missing the exact spot of her genital slit. Reylin found herself literally trembling from anticipation, but then Knaster abruptly just stopped. "It does occur to me that what we're doing is possibly visible to other people."

"Umm," Reylin said. She glanced back over her shoulder. The kitchen's balcony doors were still open, providing a view to the neighbouring buildings. The sun had set and the sky was completely dark now, and there was a scatter of apartments in the other buildings where room lights had been turned on by the occupants. If any of those other dragons happened to look out their window and right towards this apartment's kitchen, they might get some glimpse of Knaster and Reylin.

"One moment please," Knaster said, in a completely calm voice that held no trace of that lustful desire he'd been showing just a few seconds ago. His weight lifted off her back and he trotted away.

Still lying prone and sprawled out atop the table, Reylin turned her head in the other direction to watch. "Uh..." However, Knaster wasn't going far. He took a few brisk steps to cross the kitchen, then he curled the tip of his tail forward and smoothly flicked off the light switch. The whole kitchen was plunged into darkness, and Reylin felt her eye muscles strain as her pupils widened to rapidly adapt to the lack of light. Even with the balcony windows open there was hardly any light coming in from the outside, and the main source of illumination was now the faint orange glow of the fire on the stove, flickering and casting long shadows across the room.

Reylin chuckled. "Hehe. I thought you were going to say we should go back to my bedroom."

Knaster was a shape in the dark, his outline barely visible as he moved swiftly. As quickly as he had dismounted he was once again on top of her, with his chest against her back, and with his erection brushing against her underbelly. "Mmh, I'd rather mate you right here, right now."

"Oh yes," Reylin hissed. Then with a quick, smooth stroke, Knaster penetrated her. His erection met little resistance as it slid into her, and Reylin gasped at the delightful sensation of being filled. "Oh yes..."

"I am going to _breed_you," Knaster growled, and then he did. Unlike before where they had started gentle and slow, this time their coupling was quick and almost rough. Knaster bucked his hips, forcefully driving his erection in and out of her with frantic need.

"Oh yes, oh yes...!" Reylin panted softly, but she couldn't even rock her hips in time with Knaster's strokes. All she could really do was hang on to the table as he rutted her. It was a mad ride, and Reylin loved every moment of it.

Knaster's hips moved fast as he provided steady, sensual sensation. His penis slid in and out of her with wet, smooth strokes, forcing pleasure through both their bodies. He was breathing heavily, his snout pressed against her back as he leaned over her. "You're so warm," he murmured. "So warm inside..."

Reylin let her eyes drift closed as the sensations washed over her body and her mind. Her scales felt like they were tingling at every contact point with Knaster, and the table was rocking from the force of their movements. "Mate me. Breed me..." she murmured.

"I will fill you up until you are just dripping," Knaster said, with force as if it was a threat, when really it was a promise. His scales felt smooth against hers, and his paws were warm as he grabbed her hips for leverage to keep thrusting into her. She rather wished she could hug or otherwise embrace Knaster, but this position she could only hold herself steady as he clutched her from behind. Reylin's wings were partially unfurled, and Knaster mantled out his own wings to partially cover her, letting their sensitive flight surfaces brush against each other. "Even as I was flying back here, I was thinking about doing this. Sky spirits, it feels like perfection to be inside you."

Something about the ambiance made things feel primal. Reylin could barely see Knaster as he humped desperately into her--the flames from the stove cast a flickering, intermittent glow across their two bodies, and the kettle continued to whistle as steam poured from its spout in barely visible clouds of condensing vapour. The air felt humid, yet because the balcony doors were still open, the room felt cool as well. In the darkness it was just the two of them coupling with each other, letting instinct and desire take hold.

Panting softly, Reylin found herself imagining that she was out in the wild, like her ancestors of ancient history. She could visualize it clearly--they were out in the darkness of night, huddled next to a campfire that provided warmth to push back the cold air. In her mind's eye she was bent over not a table but a fallen tree, being mated by a lustful young drake who had recently persuaded her to join his proud clan. Just recently her mate had returned from hunting a meal for them both for dinner. Now she was in heat, and it was his responsibility to quench her inner need with his fertile seed. It was a fantasy, but Reylin knew it must have happened before. Somewhere in the generations that had preceded her, one of her ancestors had surely been in this exact scenario she was now imagining, feeling the same feeling that she was no feeling. It was the most natural of desires, and she didn't resist. "We're like_animals_," she murmured softly.

Knaster apparently heard her, for he let out a soft, primal growl. "Grrr... We're not. Animals just follow instinct, but we have intelligence. We know what happens if we mate while you're in heat, but we're doing it anyway."

"Yes, yes, yessss..." Reylin moaned.

As wonderful as their bout of coupling was, it didn't last long. Reylin had already gotten Knaster all worked up before, and soon his strokes grew deep and fast, until he was barely even pulling out before he rammed himself back into her. Each forceful thrust made the table shift forward slightly, but Reylin held her ground and pushed her hips back against Knaster. She felt a dribble of pre-ejaculate spit from the tip of her partner's erection, but that was just a precursor to the flood that was to come. Slow waves of pleasure were building in her underbelly.

Reylin groaned, and she could feel an increasing pressure around the outer portions of her genital slit as Knaster's knot started to bloat up. And unlike the last time they'd been mating, this time there was no slowing down, no pulling out, no hesitation--Knaster kept going with his mad pace, humping her until his knot was so swollen that it was pressing right against her walls and wouldn't come out. "Reylin. Reylin, Reylin, Reylin. Here it comes..." moaned the young drake.

"Here it comes. Oh..." Resting her chin against the table, Reylin made a soft, mewling gasp as she felt that unique, unmistakable sensation. Her passage clamped down around Knaster's length, her muscles instinctually relaxing when he pushed in but tightening when he withdrew, so he could only go deeper and deeper. Knaster's humping finally slowed and halted, but only because they were linked together so intimately that he couldn't continue--the sensation of Reylin squeezing down on his knot had paralyzed him. Slit to slit, she kept his erection buried and locked deep in her, fully rigid and readied as that reproductive tool prepared to do its job.

Knaster went fully stiff, resting against her back. Reylin could hardly breathe from her ready she felt. There was a brief moment of stillness, calm, and maximum intimacy as she anticipated what was coming next, then he exploded inside her.

"Nngrrahhh!" With a soft, overwhelmed grunt he bucked his hips forward, and Reylin felt a spurt of warm, liquid warmth deep inside her. The feeling of Knaster releasing his seed shoved her into her own blissful climax, and the whole world faded away behind a white buzz of pleasure. She jerked against the surface of the table, and her slit muscles clenched down to a reflexive beat, massaging her lover's length to coax out more of his seed and draw it deep into her. Knaster's erection pulsed repeatedly as he poured his essence into her fertile depths--even as they both shuddered and writhed, her passage had captured his knot which meant there was no chance of slipping out. Neither of them had any choice but to follow through as powerful, ancient instincts rendered them mindless animals, overwhelmed by pleasure and satisfaction and lust. They were breeding each other, doing as nature demanded and being rewarded for it.

It felt even better than their first session mating earlier in the evening, with the pleasure somehow more intense and long-lasting. Reylin gasped and she could barely remember to breathe from the sheer intensity of her peak. Resting on her back, Knaster huffed and groaned but this time he managed to hold back a roar. With the balcony doors open, a roar would surely have been easily audible to others, though in the moment neither of them would have cared.

It lasted for a brief eternity, but finally Reylin felt herself descending back down from the lofty, delirious heights of sexual climax. Knaster was still resting his weight on her back and panting softly, and Reylin tilted her head back so she could try to kiss him--she just about managed to bump her snout against his, though the angle didn't allow for a deep kiss.

There was a new sensation of added wetness and warmth deep inside her slit, even more so than after their prior bout of sex. Reylin shivered, and she turned her head to glance at the kitchen counter--in the dark, the kettle was still boiling on the stove, and her mug with the heat suppressor tea was waiting. "There was... From what we did earlier, once, there was always a chance that it wouldn't take and I wouldn't end up gravid, even without the suppressor. But now? Now after what we just did, I think there's no doubt that... I would end up laying an egg if I didn't have that medicine." Without thinking about it Reylin clenched up her underbelly, and she could feel Knaster's seminal fluids spreading deep inside her. She felt very thoroughly mated.

Knaster's penis was still fully erect, and Reylin felt it throb in response to her passage clenching down on it. "I would do it again in a wingbeat," muttered the young drake. He made a small thrust of his hips, and the motion caused a small splatter of sexual fluids to squirt out onto their underbellies. Knaster drew a deep breath, and he let it out in a pleased moan. "Huh... ahhhhh. I can still smell your heat. I know it's the chemicals and pheromones, but I kind of want to mate you again."

His simple words instantly got Reylin feeling aroused again. In the past, both of them were usually sated after one sexual encounter in a day, or sometimes two, but these weren't normal circumstances. Even as Reylin basked in the afterglow of her last climax, any sense of satisfaction felt thin and transient. Obligingly she coiled her tail around Knaster's tail base to pull his hips forward, while bucking her pelvis backwards to slam him fully deep again. "Do it, then."

"Good idea." Knaster hadn't gone soft at all, and he hadn't even pulled out, but now he just started thrusting slowly again. In and out he went, restarting the movements that had provided them both so much pleasure many times before. "I really want you, Reylin..." Knaster moaned, but then suddenly he came to a complete stop. "But we shouldn't." The young drake drew his hips backwards, withdrawing his erection completely and leaving Reylin feeling suddenly empty and unfilled.

"What--!" Reylin started to complain, but then Knaster strolled around the table and kissed her. They had kissed so many times today, yet still there was such passion in the intimate embrace. It was a cleaning ritual to lick at scales, and to lick another dragon's scales was an affectionate gesture--but to lick someone else on the snout was so intimate as to be romantic, and if they both did it at the same time, mouth to mouth and tongue against tongue, that was just lustful. Knaster's mouth tasted faintly sweet, from traces of the honeyed sandwich he had just been eating.

"We're in the kitchen," Knaster reminded her, when he pulled back from their kiss. "And we really should be doing this in your room, with the curtains drawn."

"That's acceptable. Uhh, ok let's do that." Reylin glanced around the darkened kitchen. She was a nocturnal dragon, which meant her eyes were able to see at night and the dim environment posed no challenge to her sight. Reylin wiggled herself back and slid off the table. There was the faint sensation of wet liquid dripping from her underbelly as she dropped back onto the floor, but she ignored it. "But first, I should probably make that heat suppressor medicine tea..."

Knaster nodded his head. "You definitely should do that."

Walking to the stove, Reylin carefully lifted the kettle away from the crushed fire crystal which was still steadily releasing magical energy. The kettle felt distinctly lighter because of how much water had boiled off, but the remaining amount was more than sufficient for her to fill up the mug with the teabag. Reylin glanced at Knaster. "Do you want... a drink or something?"

Knaster was still standing near the kitchen table, and squinting vaguely in her direction. Whereas Reylin was a nocturnal dragon, he was a diurnal dragon which meant that in this dark environment he couldn't see much except for the orange glow of the stove flames, and perhaps the balcony doors where scant light was barely coming in from outside. "You have to be the one drinking all of that tea. Not me. We can't suppress heat from my direction. The pharmacist didn't ask me many questions when I asked to buy heat suppressor medicine, but she made sure to check that I knew I shouldn't be drinking it, just you."

Reylin chuckled. "I know! Haha, I know that. I meant--do you want some other drink? There's still hot water left. I saw some normal teabags in the larder if you want."

"Oh. No need, thank you."

Reylin put down the kettle. "Alright now... now what do I do about this fire?"

"There should be a... a lever somewhere on the stove that opens up the bottom and drops the fire crystal into a disposal bin below." Knaster mimed the action of pulling a lever. "I don't know where it is. I can barely see anything in this dark."

Reylin grabbed a horizontal handle that was protruding from the edge of the stove. "Is this it? I think I found it." She tried tugging the handle outwards but it didn't budge. Then she tried sliding it to the side and this worked, moving the metal panel making up the bottom of the stove. Still merrily burning, the fire crystal tumbled down into an enclosed metal compartment directly below the stove. Reylin looked down into the hole, and she could see the crystal still burning, now surrounded by sand as well as the crushed or cracked remains of other energy crystals from many past uses of this stove. With another quick motion, Reylin slammed the stove back to the closed position, throwing the room into darkness. "Ahh, ok. This is very domestic. Good to learn!"

Knaster nodded, but he blinked his eyes. "I can't see anything at all now. It's all dark."

Reylin snickered. "Hehehe..."

Knaster stretched out a wing and tried to vaguely reach in the direction of the light switch, but he wasn't in range, and he couldn't see enough to even get the angle right. "I was feeling spontaneous and sexy when I turned off the light so I could mate with you right here, but now I seriously cannot see anything at all."

Reylin burst out in laughter. "Hahahaha! Follow me." She clicked the mug's lid into place and picked it up by the handle with her jaws. Stepping forward, she moved towards Knaster, who was just standing blindly in the dark.

When her tail flicked against his paws, he made a small surprised leap. "That was you? That was you."

"Yeesh." Reylin's reply was muffled because she was holding the mug's handle with her jaws. If she had been wearing her flight harness she could have used the proper pouch to carry the mug with ease, but her harness was back in her room. Reylin moved slowly to ensure she didn't dislodge the mug's lid. "Come on... Follow me." Her tail tip wrapped against Knaster's forelimb and Reylin was going to lead him out of the room in the darkness, but then another devious idea occurred to her. She released Knaster's wrist. "Or maybe..."

"I really can't see anything in this dark--ooohhh!" Knaster had been starting to say, before he cut himself off with a soft gasp. Instead of leading him out holding onto his forelimb, Reylin had curled her tail around to rub it against her genital slit, and then she had gently brushed the tip against Knaster's snout. The smell of her arousal and heat clearly made him react, with his neck frill perking up. Deprived of attention for a few minutes, his erection had finally started to subside, but now it twitched and quickly perked back up, which made Reylin grin. "That smell. Oh, that smell," muttered the young drake.

"Follow me, if you can." Reylin hiked her tail up to expose her underbelly, and waited a few steps away from Knaster to see if he could follow her entirely by smell. She could hardly believe what she was doing, yet she was also deeply curious if this would work.

"What are you...? Oh, ah, haha. Reylin, you are so naughty today," Knaster said with a laugh. He turned his head from side to side, sniffing around. "Are you...? Oh, I really _can_smell you."

Dragons did not have good noses. Their strongest sense was by far their vision, enabling them to easily spot prey animals on the ground while soaring high above, befitting how their ancient ancestors had once hunted their quarry. Dragon eyes possessed immense resolving power, but all that optical capability had its limits. Within the dragon population, there were two subspecies--diurnal dragons made up the vast majority, including Knaster, and they could see incredibly far during the brightest hours on a clear day, though in the dark of night diurnal eyes were incapable. Nocturnal dragons were the opposite--able to see clearly and hunt using nothing but starlight, but instead blinded by the brilliance of full sunlight. Reylin had dark goggles to wear during the brightest parts of day, but there was nothing Knaster could do to let him see in near complete darkness.

Reylin didn't have to hold back her silly grin, because Knaster couldn't see her expression anyways. Still carefully holding her mug handle in her jaws, she wiggled her hips and even swished her tail to waft the smell of her heat through the air. Dragon noses were vastly inferior compared to animals which hunted by smell such as wolves or bears, but they were still capable of detecting smells, and this was the one smell which drakes were uniquely attuned to detect.

Knaster had to turn his head from side to side and he took small steps in various directions, but he did eventually manage to walk in the direction of Reylin. Reylin's grin got wider and wider, and her neck frill perked up even more as Knaster made small, hesitant steps forward until his nose bumped right against her tail base. "Oh, what a smell. What have I found here?" His tongue darted out and he licked at her genital slit, which made her gasp.

"Hss! I wasn't sure you'd actually be able to find me," Reylin said. She curled her tail around Knaster's neck to pull his snout against her underbelly, then she lowered her hips and strolled forward. "Ok, let's go back to my room."

"Yes please," Knaster agreed. He gently bit down on her tail tip, and Reylin guided her partner out the kitchen, then down the darkened corridor and back to her bedroom.

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Knaster let out a relieved sigh when Reylin switched on the lights in her bedroom, allowing him to finally see again. "I see you fixed the ceiling light," he noted, glancing upwards.

"Mmhh." Reylin trotted forward and carefully put down her mug onto the table. "I switched out the glow coil while you were out buying dinner."

"Nice. Nice. Good job," Knaster said, nodding his head. He pushed the bedroom door shut behind him, and then he and Reylin both made eye contact.

For a moment they both just stared at each other and Reylin felt a surge of affection and warmth--then her gaze flicked down towards Knaster's underbelly, just for a split second. The young drake was still very erect, which made Reylin's neck frill perk up, and she barely held back a giggle. "Heh..."

Knaster clearly noticed her attention. "Something on your mind?" he asked her in a teasing voice.

"The same thing that's on your mind," Reylin replied, with the full confidence that it was true.

Instead of replying, Knaster just smiled his proud, self-assured smile. He strolled forward and Reylin trembled slightly from anticipation as he came towards her. However instead of mounting or at least hugging or kissing her, Knaster sidestepped at the last moment and squeezed past her. The smooth feeling of his scales sliding against hers was warm and reassuring, but it did nothing to quench their mutual lusts. Rearing up on his hindlegs, Knaster pulled the curtains across the closed window. They had privacy now, and they had each other.

"Knaster..." Despite all her instincts yelling to get right to it, Reylin decided that she could play at teasing too. She smiled at the drake she desired, and stepped forward to press her body against him. Her paws brushed against his underbelly, but then instead of grasping the rigid length that was waiting for her, she slid her contact upwards and pulled on one of the straps of his flight harness. "Want to take off your flight harness? Seems uncomfortable to be wearing it for so long."

Knaster's confident, casual grin only got wider. "A properly fitted flight harness shouldn't be uncomfortable to wear. Though now that you mention it..." He tugged the release straps of his harness and shrugged his shoulders out of the gear, but then he paused. His lusty, playful, expression was replaced briefly by a frown. "We should have put all this food in the larder, shouldn't we? I completely forgot because of what you did to me before I could even finish my dinner," he said, tapping at the various harness pouches that contained foodstuff he had just purchased.

"It's fine. There's nothing that needs to go into the icebox right away, yes?"

"It's all just snacks," Knaster confirmed. Stepping out of his flight harness, he again strolled past Reylin, pulling his flight harness with his tail.

"Just look at that..." Reylin murmured in a soft voice. Knaster was still erect, and Reylin casually reached out to tap his penis as he strolled by, making the reproductive organ bob up and down.

"Ooh." Knaster skipped a step and he glanced at her, but she turned away and busied herself with her desk and mug.

Sliding open the mug's lid, Reylin grabbed the teabag's string and lifted it up and down. By now the medicinal herbs and leaves had definitely begun to infuse into the water, discolouring the liquid to a dark brown colour.

Knaster sat down beside her, and he leaned close to sniff at the steam rising from the mug. His snout scrunched up. "Eehh. That's a weird and slightly suspect smell."

"You're not the one who has to drink it." Reylin sniffed at the tea and confirmed that it did smell distinctly herbal and potent, but it was still steaming. "Too hot to drink now," she decided, so she replaced the lid.

Knaster's attention had quickly wandered elsewhere. "There's something else I'd much rather be smelling..." His snout moving from sniffing at the mug to sniffing at Reylin, and he nosed at her haunches even as she was sitting on the floor cushion.

"Be honest now--is my heat really that good a smell?" Reylin asked. "Or is it just that the smell lets you know I'm in heat, which is an arousing thought?"

Knaster licked the side of her neck. "Both. Very much both. I want you, Reylin..."

Reylin couldn't take the slow teasing anymore. Leaping up to her feet, the young drakka spun around and lunged at Knaster. His eyes widened, and he barely had time to sit up on his haunches before Reylin shoved him, pushing him back onto the bed.

Knaster ended up lying on his back, wings partially unfurled and limbs spread--Reylin casually hopped onto her bed and climbed over him. This was the ideal position for her to get access to her partner's underbelly, which of course had been the point. Left unstimulated over the past few minutes, the young drake's erection had started to droop slightly and retract back into his slit, but a quick rub with Reylin's paw quickly got it back to full rigidity. "Knaster, I think I would like to mate with you again," she murmured.

Knaster was watching her with a wide-eyed look, with that earlier playfulness now buried under lustful desire again. "Yes," was all he said.

And then they did.

Reylin stood up over Knaster and used her paw to get his erection lined up properly, then she lowered herself back down over him, and both young dragons made exclamations of pleasure as he speared into her. With this different position, Reylin was now the one mainly responsible for the movements of sex, and she was very eager. Rocking herself against Knaster's body, she repeatedly forced his erection in and out of her, choosing the exactly speed, depth, and even angle that pleasured her most.

Knaster's forepaws clutched at her hindlegs, but all he could do was lie back and groan as Reylin rode him hard and fast. "Oh, sky spirits. That feels divine... Reylin you are... mhh!" Then he couldn't even talk anymore, because Reylin pressed her snout against his in a demanding, desperate kiss. She rested one forepaw against Knaster's chest for balance, and her other paw reached down towards her underbelly to rub at her slit, augmenting that growing tide of pleasure that was fed by every movement of her hips.

It felt like it lasted longer than their previous two sessions of lovemaking had, but not by much. Reylin's only judge of time was by how her hindlimbs started to grow tired from how she was repeatedly sliding herself against Knaster's supine body, and to keep up the speed she let the amplitude of each stroke grow short until she was barely just grinding and humping against him, pressing their slits together.

Reylin hit her climax first, but Knaster wasn't far behind. Midway through Reylin's orgasm, Knaster's eyes went half lidded and his neck frill perked up. His knot swelled wide and his erection began to twitch repeatedly, firing yet more of his essence into her, which vastly prolonged the intense waves of pleasure that Reylin was already shuddering through.

When it was all over, Reylin slumped loosely over Knaster's body, resting all her weight on top of him but not caring. She rubbed her paws against his chest and his wings, enjoying the smooth feel of scale plates. "Knaster..."

Knaster was limp against the bed, head resting back. His eyes were closed, but then they fluttered open and focused on her. "Uggh, that was intense."

"That was fun." Reylin kept her gaze on Knaster's face, but she could feel the wet, sticky warmth that was coating their underbellies. They probably should have put a towel or cloth onto the bed before mating, but clean-up had been a very low concern, and in fact it still was. Reylin tried clenching up her underbelly, and she could feel all that bodily fluid slowly dripping out of her--she could also feel that Knaster was still erect.

Reylin kissed him again, and the passion in that gesture erased any thought that either of they might be sated. Without saying anything further Reylin started moving her hips again, and this time Knaster also started bucking up into her--their motions were slower so they could keep in pace, but the pleasure flowed. They kept going, again and again.

That night, the two young dragons gave into their desires. Heat and arousal and lust left them drunk on each other, intoxicated by instinct and driven to mate over and over again. They changed positions, exploring all the ways they could couple and make love. When Reylin's legs got too tired she lay back on the bed to let Knaster thrust into her, then after that they both lay on their sides to let him penetrate her from behind. On the bed, on the floor, even on the furniture, they just kept going.

Reylin quickly lost track of how many times they mated, and how many times each of them climaxed, but whenever Knaster hit his peak she always felt dimly aware that he was pumping more of his seed into her. He should have had a limit, but then again she also should have had a limit, yet neither of them could stop. Pleasure and desire rendered almost every other concern irrelevant.

At some point Reylin idly noticed that a packet of snack food had fallen out from the flight harness pouches which were placed beside the wardrobe. At this time she was lying on her back as Knaster crouched over her and humped into her, but Reylin grinned and she reached over to snag the food, which turned out to be crispy sheets of dried seaweed.

Knaster laughed as Reylin clawed open the packet and started munching on the snack. For some time now--an hour, perhaps?--the only expression on either of their faces had been either intense, needy lust or the tortured blissful grimace of orgasm, but now Knaster showed joy and amusement as he laughed. Reylin laughed too, and she grinned up at her lover.

"Seriously? We're busy here!" Knaster said to her.

"I can multi-task." Reylin's tail was entwined with Knaster's, and she tugged on that contact point to get him moving again, since Knaster had slowed his thrusting. "This is strenuous physical activity." Holding a new sheet of seaweed in her mouth, Reylin held it up to Knaster so he could eat it too even as they kept mating.

They weren't fools, yet they acted as if they were, so lost were they in the trance of lust. Both Reylin and Knaster were aware of what they were doing, and it was an active choice to give into instinct and keep mating. The only time they paused was to eat more of the various snacks, or to go to the sink to lap up tap water when they got thirsty. Then it was right back to sex. At some point they had been going so long that it was almost a competition to see which of they would have to call for a stop first, or perhaps it was an experiment into their own physical limits. It was the madness of heat, directly affecting Reylin's body, and through her, Knaster too.

They rested very little that night.

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Waking up was a slow, arduous process. As Reylin stirred, she found herself sprawled out on her bed, with her mouth dry and her limbs weak. The ceiling light was still on, but it seemed dim in comparison to the direct sunlight streaming in through a gap in the curtains, which made her squint.

Dreams had been dancing through her mind, filled with vivid emotions and images that immediately started to melt away. Trying to hold onto these ideas was like trying to grab onto a cloud--it all just slipped away, and Reylin soon found herself entirely unable to recall what she had just been dreaming about. Her memory of reality was somewhat more coherent.

Raising both forepaws to her head, Reylin rubbed her eyes. What had she been doing last night? She remembered being in heat, and she remember Knaster, and then she remembered everything else, up to a certain point where memory started to get fuzzy. At some point late in the night she had fallen asleep briefly, then she'd woken up to find Knaster still mating with her, then _he_had dozed off but stayed erect so she'd kept riding him. And then at some indeterminate point they must have both fallen asleep, because Reylin could vaguely recall herself waking up to find herself grinding and thrusting against Knaster's sleeping form, as some low level process in her brain temporarily took over even as her conscious mind dozed off. It was unclear when exactly they had exhausted each other and both fallen into a deep, proper sleep, but it must have been very late.

Reylin smacked her mouth, trying to get her tongue and throat wet with some saliva. Her mind was starting to work fast again and shaking off the sleepy inertia that was slowing down her thoughts. She didn't feel guilt or regret, though she did have the vague feeling that this was not something that ought to be repeated when school was back in semester. Glancing at the window, she tried to estimate the time by the angle of the sun's rays. It looked to be late morning, but no--she had been able to see the sunset yesterday, meaning that this window was facing west, and it was therefore early afternoon. There was always the possibility that the City of Wings had changed heading sometime in the night, but then Reylin checked her natural compass and her internal sense of direction assured her that the window was still facing west. It truly was early afternoon.

Reylin winced. She'd slept through the whole morning. As a nocturnal dragon she occasionally chose to sleep through the day so she could roam about at night, but that was always by choice_and for a _purpose, not from forgetting to go to sleep the night before. Really, what absurd madness had possessed her and Knaster to just keep going for so long?

And where was Knaster? Reylin tilted her head and found various large suspicious stains on her bedsheet, but Knaster wasn't sleeping next to her. There wasn't much space for him to squeeze into bed beside her anyway, but Reylin would have made the effort.

Raising her head, Reylin glanced around the room and instantly located her partner. Knaster was collapsed on the floor right between her bed and her desk, sprawled out on the floor cushion, on his back with wings and limbs spread akimbo off the cushion and on the floor. The young drake was motionless and limp, and Reylin felt a flash of concern for a second, but then Knaster's chest moved faintly as he breathed. So at least she hadn't rutted him to death.

Looking over Knaster, Reylin felt that familiar uplift of warm, affectionate adoration in her chest. Then her gaze reached his underbelly, but Knaster's reproductive organ was retracted back into his slit, hidden away now that it had thoroughly and repeatedly accomplished its objective. A faint spark of lust started to flicker inside her again, but Reylin took a deep breath and quenched it. There had been quite enough of that yesterday.

One by one, Reylin slid her four legs off the bed and tiredly stood up. She carefully stepped over Knaster's snoozing body and headed to the sink behind the door. Opening the tap, she tilted her head to start lapping away at the stream of water, and the liquid felt like cool divine relief as it filled her mouth and wet her throat. She drank and drank, until finally her thirst was satisfied.

Turning off the tap, Reylin headed back across her room, but then she noticed Knaster's flight harness--the pouches were all open, and every single snack he'd purchased yesterday had been eaten. That sight sparked another memory. Nuts, fruit, berries, fried potato chips, dried meat, preserved seaweed, soft candy, biscuits--there had been enough snacks that Reylin had thought it would have lasted for a week, or even a fortnight, except they had eaten it all last night. All that food and energy had been consumed, then burned away by their mad, lustful exertions.

Reylin guiltily used her tail to sweep all the various torn-open wrappers and packaging into a pile, then she gathered them up and tossed them into the small trash bin that was under her desk. That would need to be cleared later.

Still lying on the floor cushion on the ground, Knaster suddenly stirred. His eyes remained closed but his body jerked, and he murmured something incoherent. Taking the few steps back to her bed, Reylin grabbed her pillow (which also had some suspicious stains) and lay down on the floor next to Knaster. She opened a wing and draped it over him like a blanket, and then she put her head down on the pillow and closed her eyes.

For another long moment everything was still and quiet. Reylin might have fallen back asleep briefly, but eventually she felt Knaster stir. He rolled over and snuggled up against her side, still resting under her outstretched wing. "Hmmmrrrr...hunh?" Knaster made a soft, rumbly pleased sound from his throat, but then he blinked his eyes open.

Reylin chuckled. "Hah. Are you awake? I think you're awake."

"Don... Ahhhkk, ahhhemm." After clearing his throat, Knaster tried again. "Reylin...?"

"Knaster." Reylin bumped her snout against Knaster's, which made his neck frill perk up half-heartedly. "Good morning. Or good afternoon."

"Afternoon? What were... where are...? Oh." In a sudden motion, Knaster rolled over and sat up, sliding out from under Reylin's wing. "What... Uh... Ancestors preserve me, I am sore." Changing his stance, Knaster stretched out his limbs and his back. "Last night was... that was... Did we really...?"

"I think we did," Reylin replied.

Knaster glanced around and blinked sleepily, but his gaze sharpened when he turned to the desk. He prodded the mug still sitting there, then he lifted the lid and glanced inside. "You should probably drink this," he said, passing the mug over.

Reylin stared into the mug of medicinal tea, which had now gone completely cold. It still smelled strongly of herbs, and it had a sharp, bitter taste as she gulped down the room-temperature liquid. Reylin drank it all in one motion, then she put the mug down and stuck out her tongue. "That tastes weird. For how expensive that was, I would have thought they could add sugar or something to reduce the bitterness."

"As long as it works," Knaster said.

"It'll work," Reylin muttered. She yawned again, then she strolled over to the windows and pushed them open, allowing fresh air to circulate through the apartment. "Let's... let's not do that again."

"We definitely shouldn't," Knaster agreed. "Not until we're ready actually a mated pair, and ready to make an egg."

Reylin nodded. "We're not supposed to be mating in heat. It's very forbidden."

Knaster walked up and sat beside Reylin, and the two young dragons stared out the window and down into the residential hall's courtyard. Reylin leaned against him, and he casually used his paw to pat her on the head. "It was fun, though..."

Reylin grinned. "It was. Maybe we'll do it again next year."

Knaster said nothing, but Reylin saw him smile.

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EPILOGUE

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With a bath towel loosely wrapped around her midriff, Reylin pushed out of the apartment's shared bathroom, only to discover that there were new arrivals. A dark grey-scaled young drakka with faint green stripes under her wings was standing half in the corridor and half in the kitchen--her colouration and proportions were exactly identical to Reylin's, with the only major distinction being that this other young drakka had a plain black blindfold wrapped around her eyes.

"Glecion?!" Reylin asked.

Glecion had turned her head in Reylin's direction when she'd opened the bathroom door, and her neck frill perked up on hearing her name. "Sis?"

"Heeeyy!" Reylin darted forward and threw her wings around her sister, letting her bath towel drop to the floor. Glecion hugged her back, and the two dragons affectionately embraced each other for a moment. The two of them had shared an egg, and literally even before hatching they had been close. "What are you doing here?" Reylin asked, when she eventually let go. She gently slapped at the pouches of Glecion's flight harness, which were filled. "Are you moving in already?"

Glecion nodded. "Yes, yes I am. Since I'll be going to school in sector one just like you, I thought I ought to start getting the feel of this place. I brought over all my stuff."

Reylin grinned widely. "Aww, I missed you too! Welcome to the place! I think it's fantastic. Have you seen your room?"

"Not yet. But that's next. Caden wanted to check out the kitchen first," Glecion said.

"Oh?" Reylin bumped her shoulder against her sister, and then she peered into the kitchen. As she had been expecting, another young dragon was in there--a drakka with scales of dark leafy green, who was also wearing a flight harness with many pouches strapped on, but notably she was also wearing Taslin clan wing pennants. "Caden! Hiii!" Reylin waved a wing excitedly.

Caden had been looking through the larder, but she acknowledged Reylin with a cool, calm nod of her head. "Reylin! Good to see you again. Glecion and I are moving in early. Independence was calling."

"Welcome, welcome!" Reylin said.

Caden finished looking through the cupboards, then she casually strolled over towards Glecion and Reylin. "You're wet," she noted.

Reylin nodded. "I just took a shower."

"Of course." Caden leaned against Glecion and nodded at Reylin. "So it's going to be the three of us sharing an apartment. That should be interesting. I--Oh, well, well, well. Who do we have here?"

Knaster had picked that moment to stroll out of the bathroom, where he and Reylin had both just been cleaning up. The young drake froze up on seeing the three others standing in the corridor.

Glecion tilted her head. Her blind eyes were unseeing, but her hearing was highly perceptive. "Who's that? Is that Knaster? I think I recognize his paw steps."

Caden's mild smile had widened significantly. "Hmmm... So it is. Why, hello, Knaster. Good to see you too. Where you just taking a shower? Together? Wow. Nice to see how you and Reylin value cleanliness so much."

Despite Caden's insinuation, they really had just been taking a shower one after the other. After all that had happened last night, the two of them were too spent to do anything sensual--for now, at least.

Knaster was silent for a few seconds, then he nodded. "Uhhh, yes. Hello Caden, hello Glecion."

Reylin giggled. She ran over and hugged Knaster. "Life is good!"

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