Loving Breeding

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Dragon Passion in the Sun

The dragoness, Elsa, purred, stretching out in the sand of the beach, the waters of the lake lapping softly, serenely, at the shore. It was as tender as a lover's kiss as the water tickled over the sand and the pebbles, worn smoother and smoother by the passage of time, and she lazily rolled onto her back, exposing the lighter blue scales of her underbelly, grains of damp sand clinging to her scales. Her back was a darker shade of blue, something that helped camouflage her in the water when she was hunting fish and even larger mammalian prey, though that warm, sweet day she was fat and content, no longer needing to satisfy her stomach.

The land provided there and the tickle of heat in her belly had drawn Elsa to her mate, her horns softly curled and a line of spines running down her neck, her back and the length of her tail. Gionne purred as he leaned over her, the bulk of the red and purple dragon, his scales splashed through with mixed colours as if he had been dipped in the natural paints of the living world. His horns were larger, heavy on either side of his head, and rounded like those of a ram, the light ridges on them drawing the eye down, enticing it to follow. At the tip of his tail was a club-like weapon, something that was more prevalent with male dragons than those who were female, though the gene for similar could be passed down to any sex of dragon.

"Hey there, beautiful," he purred, his warm breath tickling her cheek as she murmured and allowed Gionne to bear her back into the soft, damp sand. "Where have you been hiding?"

Elsa giggled, her tail sweeping back and forth in the sand, as if she was trying to make a particular shape down there. Yet her mate's eyes were hypnotic, her heart swelling passionately with both lust and love for him.

"Only waiting for you," she breathed. "I need it... Why don't you take just a little bit of that need away from me, darling?"

Gionne wouldn't do anything less than that, slipping down the length of her body with a passionate growl, his tail flicking back and forth, though he was a good third larger than her. He didn't feel like he dwarfed her, though their bodies fit together exactly as nature intended, the slit at the base of his belly, close to the junction of his tail, but there was a veritable size difference between them too that had to be considered. Thankfully, his long, draconian neck meant that he could still press into her neck, crooning and kissing and nipping playfully, when he was inside her.

But, first, he had to get her ready, his nose questing lower, to the slit at the base of her own belly, tongue flickering out against the edge of it. Elsa did not need much teasing, not much readying, not as the edges of her slit parted so readily for him, aching for attention. The formed tip of his tongue eased inside, reverently lapping at her, though his words were spent in actions rather than said verbally, his love for her pouring through each and every lap of his tongue.

Elsa squirmed under Gionne's touch, her jaws parted, tongue flickering out. Panting softly, she ached into his touch, trying to curl her hind legs down enough to gain some purchase to thrust up against him, though that was not possible. Her legs simply didn't bend that way, leaving her more vulnerable on her back than she ever would have been in any other position. But Elsa didn't mind that, trusting Gionne with her heart, her body, even her soul. The drake would never do anything to hurt her, much less when the pleasurable, tingling laps of his tongue flicked up inside her, coaxing pulse after pulse of ecstasy from her.

She moaned, whispering her love to him, warm breath tickling the inside of her maw as she breathed through her mouth, need coursing through her. More than any other time, the need to breed ached through her, the stirring of nesting in the pit of her belly. Oh, her mate had to know it too, the scent of her pheromones laden on her juices, filling the air. Her need pounded the depths of her body, panting, heaving, flanks shuddering with every breath she managed to snatch into her lungs, though the only way Elsa could release excess heat from her body was through her jaws.

Still, it curled inside her, his tongue flickering tenderly up against that sensitive patch of nerves held within her pussy. They'd been together for so long, breeding and loving one another, that he knew her body intimately and Elsa still quivered like a virgin when he hit just the right spot inside her. Her heart lurched and she tangled her tail around his leg, dragging him to her, holding him against her body in the only way she could.

"Yes... Gionne... Yes!"

She had to have it, losing herself in the moment, the sun's warm rays caressing her scales. She was so close to the shoreline that they would very easily be able to roll straight into the water to cavort and cool off when they had had their pleasure from one another, but that was something for later. In the moment, all Elsa ached for was the throbbing spire of his cock, the tangle of orgasm, needing everything, one notion and emotion after another clouding her perception.

"Ah... Yes... Deeper..."

Gionne smirked playfully against her pussy as he pressed in closer, tail flicking gently behind him, though his cock ached desperately. The long, hard spire of cock meat was as needy as ever, yet he could not allow such a moment to pass without first pleasing his mate, slurping into her as her juices flowed more and more slickly, even more readily. Oh, she was ready for him, but Gionne crushed his nose softly against her scales for a moment first, lapping so deeply and swirling his tongue around and around that his mate surely would see stars.

He knew her intimately and she climaxed instantly, rolling her hips, trying to push up and grind onto his tongue. Damn! Stars burst behind her lowered eyelids, tongue dangling out of her mouth, so much so that she couldn't be careful about it, where her sharp teeth were. It was all that she needed, heaving, whimpering, whining, letting pulse after pulse of delicious pleasure washing over her. It blistered through, snarling and heaving, taking her for a flight that not even her wings could carry to her.

It was all that she needed, all that she craved, languishing in the burning, simmering afterglow, wings spread, trembling, out on the sand to either side of her body as she lay there. Dimly, Elsa was aware of her mate pulling back and she whined and scrabbled to get into the position she wanted to be in for him, on her stomach, sand all scuffed up around her, the shape of their bodies implanted into the ground until the rains came to wash it away.

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