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Two dragons, both in anthropomorphic form, fly through a lush and prosperous valley. Xasandra gives Draykan something to chase in her bountiful form, but soon, she lands upon the ground amidst giant berry vines. She picks one and bites it, letting the juice roll down her chin and over her breasts.

Draykan lands behind her, nude from his previous encounter with Treandalode and licking his lips. He takes a step forward, reaching out to touch the green beauty, but Xasandra turns around and holds the berry in his face, pressing it against his mouth.

Questioningly, he blinks at her, but opens his mouth and takes a juicy bite out of it as well. His eyes widen. He had never tasted something so amazing, and soon, he grabs onto it, devouring it hungrily.

Xasandra rubs her fingers along her juice-glistened body while she watches him consume. "This is the circle of fertility, Dray... The plants produce the seeds. Their taste is something we cannot ignore, and our bodies carry the seeds to new locations. When we expel the seeds, new life grows.

Draykan swallows the last of the berry and brings his arm over his mouth to wipe it off, listening as she continues.

"As the plants have their own way of bringing new life to the world, so too, do we..." She says this, bringing herself down, sitting, looking up to him. She then lays back amid the foliage, vines growing up around her body. "Shall we partake in the cycle of new life?"

Draykan takes a step forward, almost ready to pounce on her, but he pauses, then says. "Y... you want me to be a father?"

"You contribute to the cycle of life when you consume the fruit and spread its seeds. Your body craves sustenance, and your body provides the seeds what they need to grow. It is the same here. Your body craves pleasure, and you give my eggs what they need to develop. That is the way of nature, beyond that, there are no obligations."

Dray closes his eyes, but then takes a deep breath. "F... fine" he says, climbing down on top of her. He grabs her legs, pulling her up over his shoulders as his twin cocks press up against her juice-stained sex. He pushes forward, finding that both of his lengths fit within her femininity. He tilts his head back, shuddering out a gasp as both of his lengths push together, rubbing not only along her walls, but against each other.

Xasandra rubs her head along the foliage that holds her up, her chest rising and falling as she breathes in sync with Draykan's rhythm. As he pushes into her, she wraps her legs around his neck, urging him closer.

Draykan shifts closer, his chest pressing up against her, feeling the large, filled breasts squish up against him. He looks her straight in the eyes. There is nothing but love there, and not the lust-filled love that he would expect from a lover, but more like the unadulterated love of a mother, loving her child, regardless of his actions.

He pulls away from her and rubs the back of his head. "T... this is... all so strange."

"Is it really?" she asks, laying on her side, lifting a leg up. She spreads her lips for him with her fingers. "Please, partake. This is the fruit."

"Okay, well I'm thinking with a mortal's mindset..." he admits. "I am... I'm bigger than that."

"Indeed you are," she says, her eyes glancing downward.

Just then, she feels something poke against her cheek. She blinks and looks up, only to see Dray standing there, his cocks at her mouth. He reaches down, grabbing her horns, and pulls her up against his lengths. She wraps her lips around them, no questions asked, but lets out a groan as she feels the twin cocks going at her womanhood as well.

Her body rocks against the twin Draykans, her hands holding onto his hips to keep herself from jostling around. Suddenly, she feels hands upon her breasts, kneading them, squeezing the life-giving milk free. She smiles down as she sees him lick over her juice-soaked body.

Xasandra's body undulates in a dance as animals themselves, when the first beings found that together, life will continue much better than on their own. Their protoplasmic bodies entwined, not knowing how or why, but knowing that it must be done. Those ancestors have been long since dead, but these two dance that dance, bringing their own moves to the mix. Cocks penetrate her, one set for his pleasure, the other set to impregnate her. And the mouth and tongue and hands of the third seeks to make her feel good.

Her body is his to do with for this time, as she is a vessel for the next generation. He is the pilot. Soon, he cannot handle it anymore, and he releases into her with both sets of twin cocks. Xasandra's body bulges, her stomach growing as the deific ejaculate fills her in two separate locations.

Two of the Draykan's disappear, leaving only the one at her mouth, petting over her head as she pushes herself up, licking her lips. She stands, as if she had just not been filled by the dragon, and she drapes her arms over his shoulders, pulling him in, locking their mouths together in a passionate kiss. Draykan takes it, not caring about the taste, but wanting to be closer to her now.

When they finally pull apart, Xasandra brushes her fingers over his cheeks and she flutters her eyes at him, speaking this declaration: "In this land of eternal winter, it is our duty to provide spring. Now go, and remember your duty, but don't let our coupling prevent you from enjoying the pleasures you seek elsewhere."

"W... will we ever meet again?"

She smirks. "After tonight? Probably not. But you have much to learn in your own life and much to spread." She kisses his cheek, and when he opens his eyes, he's standing back in the palace, this time fully dressed and in a hall. Before he can get his bearings, a cry catches his attention, a quick "you're what!?" followed by the pitter of desperate feet. If he was brought here by providence, then he should check it out.