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The viridescent wyvern skulked through dark skies, bright green eyes reflecting the twisting landscape below. Its nostrils haunted the wind, craning its head east- westward, searching fruitlessly. It huffed heavily, hot breath visible through its hefty flared nostrils.

This was the third hunt that had gone awry. Local game was getting wise to his prowling and- as they say, even animals know to not stick their nose where it hurts. Suddenly, the beast caught something glinting as his heavy wings carried him along the frozen treetops. He turned at once, a dextrous shifting of wings as his serpentine form twisted midair three-hundred and sixty degrees. The beast's viridian wings carried him to a full stop, before letting him fall straight downward like an arrow sent by god- he slammed into the earth, a green and brown haze of moss and dirt kicked up skyward from the cheer force of his impact.

He found the glint here- a shiny tooth, one that fills out even his colossal winged-talon's hold, far bigger than any normal beast. Another wyvern, dragon, or some other beast had stolen his hunting grounds. The green-scaled wyvern growled, poison dripping from his fangs into the ruffled earth below, leaving sizzling acidic pools that singed terra firma itself. Competition was a problem. He would solve it.

The flying beast retired to his lair hungry that day, stewing in anger. He'd taken this trespass as a personal insult- that one, even another of his kind, would have the gall to steal HIS kills? This would not stand. The beast would find them and make an example of them. One way or another, they would learn to fear the screech of green wings in the sky.

The morning came, and the beast's stomach growled. He is not used to hunting so early in the day- but needs must as needs must. His lair, a handsome cave deep in the craggy mountain peaks of Silver Forest provided ample protection. The altitude difference was immense: from here, the drake could look over all of his kingdom. The twisting and winding river, the dense pine trees that covered the forest floor. Even at such heights, if one stayed still and quiet, one could hear the distant calls and chirps of forest creatures. It was a peaceful place, far removed from the troubles of the world, and the drake liked it that way.

His hunt began in earnest as he dived from the ledge and to the treetops below, landing heavily on the ground and using his wings to buffer the fall. Then, he crouched low, and waited. The forest was silent around him, that deathly stillness that happens when the woods detect a predator and all the smaller prey species make themselves scarce. The wyvern waited here, silent and unmoving. To a distant observer far away, he may appear as just a mossy rock.

Then, the sounds gradually returned. The birds started chirping, the bunnies started squeaking. The wyvern's ears were instead trained to the very edges of the audio spectrum. The trespasser must be a silent hunter, otherwise he'd have already been caught.

Hours passed of stillness, and the wyvern had simply become a fixture of the great canyon-spanning woods, and then he heard it. Faint, distant crackling twigs. Footsteps...heavy, but attempting to be silent- and failing. He smirked. The beast became instantly alert, his eyes wide, shining with violent intent. He glanced around, but the noises were still far away. And so, he stayed still, his eyes the only part of his hefty green body he even dared to move.

Like a scene from a movie his prey came into frame. The beast that was stealing his kills- he could hardly believe his eyes, a creature from legend. A slim and feminine, lithe beige and navy dragon. No- wyvern. Its wings were the color of evening dulled rays of sunlight with leaf-like vein patterns that marked its full wingspan. It was, even to the green beast, quite beautiful. He sniffed the air loudly and confirmed the sweet citrusy scent of a female. Intriguing.

The green wyvern's lips curled into a devilish grin. My-my, what luck he had today. A Legiana in his territory- and so far there's no chance of her having a family. She's all alone. All at his mercy. Like a lost little lamb in a butchery.

The wyvern watched her dip her muzzle down to sip from the river, just a momentary lapse in her guard, and he leapt at her. But she was just as fast, turning on her claws, saving her neck from his violent bite, leaving him wrending at only air.

She turned and screeched an ear-breaking sound as she launched skyward and blasted an ice-crackling wave of frozen crystal at the wyvern, who responded in kind. He leapt backwards, shielding his eyes with his wing membrane saving him from the worst of the blast. Like an icebreaker ship parting frozen waves, Legiana slammed forward through the frost and made a daring bite at his exposed wing membrane.The green wyvern didn't see- and took a nasty chomp on his left wing.

But this was all the opening he needed. With a sudden turn he clamped his teeth down on Legiana's neck. She screamed like a harpy as the venom-fanged monstrosity held her wriggling form between his teeth. His razor-fangs braced against her tender scales, and with a sudden clamping motion, the green wyvern felt the tell-tale satisfying feeling of a poison injection. The Legiana panicked, withdrawing her bite on his wing, flailing uselessly. She clawed, and scratched, and thrashed but it was all for nought. The male's eyes met hers, and he saw those windows into a wyverness's soul glaze over.

Her consciousness failing, the Legiana went limp, barely breathing, as the green wyvern pulled his teeth from the fallen wyvern's form. He would let her live- for now. He has plans for her after all.

From the Legianas perspective, all she saw was the large green form of another wyvern standing victoriously above her, like a human hunter proud of his capture, and then she passed out.

To the victor, the spoils, as they say.

The Viridian beast planted his claws upon his fallen prey, digging them into her soft-scaled neck. The poison was visible through her tender membraned wings, working itself through her bloodstream like an ever present virus. Yet, she would be fine. Pained, but fine. The Wyvern was eager to see her compliant, not dead. At least, not yet. He stared at her prone form, silently proud of his handiwork. One must always enjoy the little things, particularly the defeat of an enemy.

His grasping claw inched downward, the Legiana's leg twitched from his touch. Her scales were cool, like dull room-temperature frost. She did look so very beautiful here, laid out and at his mercy. The Wyvern felt himself growing stiff. His erection tickled by a frosty breeze, cooling his now quite warm and exposed cock. It was a nice, subdued, tingly feeling.

Exploring her body, he rolled her over onto her back, her scaly chest and stomach revealed. They were off-white, with what looked like some fuzz at her chest. It reminded the Wyvern of a particularly cold bat. He planted his claws on her chest, ran them down her sides, and pressed his snout up to her neck. The beast inhaled her scent, his cock dripped a single excited droplet of precum onto her stomach.

Instinct was beginning to take over. It had been so very long for the beast, and here was a female, completely helpless. He could do anything he wanted with her. The truth finally sunk in, and the wyvern became- almost, giddy.

He stepped above her, his heavy clawsteps falling on either side of her cheeks, and crouched upon her chest. Tentatively, the horny wyvern took hold of the female's jaw, and unclenched it. Her teeth were sharp as razors, each one sized as a dagger. Even unconscious, her cold breath could be felt, deadly as frosted night wind, with each sleepy pant.

Aroused beyond any measure of caution, the Wyvern braced the tip of his scaly dicklength at his sleeping partner's lips and let a singular drop of pre-jizz fall onto her tongue. It sizzled audibly- and she made a sleepy 'shaking' motion, as if she was trying to wriggle away. The Viridian beast put a stop to that with his own hefty tail coiling about her and holding her in place.

Working up the courage, he slipped his rock hard, soft-scaled dick length beyond her lips and pressed the tip to her tongue. It felt divine. Her tongue was wet, and slick with saliva. He could imagine her, in her unconscious dreams, being forced to taste his seed just as she was now. This thought activated the drake. He began softly grinding the flat of his cock against her inner maw, his seed dripping constantly, falling down her throat. She would taste him for weeks after this.

Bravely, the needy drake grasped his unwilling partner by the snout, and closed it, using her mouth like an unwilling cocksock. The beast snuck his dick in between her teeth. The two largest pairs, her fangs, when pressed against one another formed the perfect little hole for him to fuck into. Grasping her by throat, one scaly claw on her neck and one on her snout, he began to face-fuck the unconscious Legiana.

She turned and mewled in her sleep, making every effort to force the obstruction from her throat, but the wyvern did not care. She started to choke- and it felt divine. His cock pierced her gullet, down into her throat. Her throat muscles vainly tried to force the intruder out, succeeding only in giving him the best dick massage he'd ever had. The wyvern lost himself, the stimulation too much. He let out a subdued growl as the first wave of draconic jizz forced its way down the helpless female's gullet.

She thrashed in her mire of fatigue, her body jerking to and fro, trying everything to get him away, get herself some air. He held onto her body until he was finished, using her spasming throat like the lovely cock-milker it was always meant to be, grinding his hips against the helpless muscles...and finally, he was done.

He yanked his dick from her lips and watched her fall pathetically back, her chest heaving and rising with effort, until it calmed, and she stopped. Rivers of slimy wyvern cum leaked from between her teeth and formed small pools of off-white liquid at her chin. Finally, the prone beast was stable. The Wyvern smirked, grasping his fallen prey by the neck and throwing her onto his back. This one would come home with him.

The sky was gray and cloudy now. The wind carried him northward, back home, in this desolate mountainscape he so very loved. He dropped the monster in the back of his lair upon the far wall. Briefly, he considered ripping her wings apart, but decided against it. She would learn to enjoy being his in time.

Besides, it would be far more satisfying to break her will. Breaking her body, while fun, tends to make unwilling partners. For now, though, he would simply allow her to recuperate while the big green beast guarded her prone form.

She awoke some days later, obviously starving and confused. Her throat was raw and sore, and her body tired. The Legiana had thought she was dead, but...perhaps she'd been granted mercy. The monster was cautiously hopeful. Shaking herself awake she glanced about, taking the room in. A stone cave, cold. Her breath was short- this told her she was high up. Her growling stomach suddenly shot a bold of pain through the wyverness, her eyes fell upon the floor, glancing about for any- ah, there!

She'd been left a haunch of goat! Yes, perhaps she had been captured by something that planned on taking care of her. She leapt upon the thing at once, tearing it into pieces and devouring it in but a few gulps. Satisfied, she turned to the cave opening, and glanced outside.

The Wyverness was indeed quite high up, but stranger still was there no sign of her rescuer. So, she simply crossed her forelegs and perched upon this stony ledge, and waited. The wind blew softly, the white snowy tops of pine trees below shook with it. Whoever rescued her, she hoped they managed to defeat the green beast that got the better of her.

Her hopes were dashed as that same beast that defeated her, the one from her terrible dreams landed at the cave entrance and stared daggers into her helpless frame. She began to double back, her wings extended in fear, ready to leap past the beast and take off.

The Legiana was, alas, pinned. Her back was to the wall, and her only escape was blocked. Seeing no way out except a painful fight she would undoubtedly lose in her condition, she reluctantly bowed her head in a submissive gesture, placing herself at the mercy of this hefty green beast and his sick toxic fangs that she could only hope would be worked out of her body on its own.

The creature advanced on her, his own deep-green wings shot out and casting ominous dark shadows over her prone form. Her lower lip quivered from the sight.. The beast; however, had lewder ideas. She felt its heavy foreclaws wrap around her hips, watched its heavy wings curl protectively about her like it was worried for her safety. Her chest fluttered. It would be romantic were it anyone else.

Then, she felt his cock roughly spear her inner walls. She cried out in a shrill draconic screech! A pointed, thick-scaled thing that violated her in ways she never had been before. The Legiana's scream turned to an ear-splitting roar that petered off yet again into a helpless whine as the viridian beast's teeth sank into her neck. The threat of more toxins ceased her pleading. She laid there, helpless to stop her body being violated over and over. Afraid to move, she simply laid there and took it.

The Legiana's claws dug into the stone cave floor as her hips were repeatedly slammed into by the horny male above her. She gritted her teeth as her slit was assaulted, her tender inner walls repeatedly battered by this beast's tree-trunk cock. Small noises of agony and effort crept their way through her vocal chords every now and again. All of which were summarily suppressed.

So, every rough thrust and violent mate-railing she received, she could only lightly mewl and whine, and even this was met with a tell-tale tightening of teeth on her neck. She did not want the poison again, so she endured helplessly.

Finally, she felt its teeth withdraw and its heavy forelegs press into the back of her neck, slamming her snout into the stone floor. It began to absolutely rail her. The beast, like he'd never had a female before, used her like his own damned cumsock. Repeatedly slamming his hips to hers. She could feel him tightening his grip on her waist, like he was trying to squeeze her thighs onto his cock, like he was trying to milk himself with her body, like the creature was using her as a toy.

The Legiana whimpered as he hilted her one final time, his scaled length parting her virgin folds, and his warm draconic jizz filled her. She made a lower pitched moaning noise, and covered her snout with a foreclaw, whining softly as the feeling of warmth spread from inside her body to out. It was alien to the cold-natured creature.

The moment he was done, the big green wyvern popped his cock out, and thoughtlessly shoved her from the cave mouth, sending her careening downward, her wings spreading on instinct to glide her into a rough, painful, but survivable landing. She rolled to a stop, brushed herself off, and glanced upwards towards the cave mouth. The beast was nowhere to be seen. She was alone. At least, it seemed, he'd tired of her. Though, the pain in her most tender area and the shooting lances of said pain when she put too much weight on her back legs would subsist for days yet.

She was alive, though.

A year later, the Legiana curled protectively around her new batch of eggs. Each one a dull green hue, each one a reminder of her failure. Her snout rested atop the trio. Each one a hardened carapace of blackened frost, each one impossible to break. With her as their guardian, no harm would befall them. As they grew, they would learn both her own frost abilities and their father's poison. They would be exceptional combatants and she would be so very proud.

She would make double sure her daughters never made the mistake she did.

She glanced skyward, her ears craned upwards. The beating heat of the sun bore down on her eggs, warming them. The heat was uncomfortable for a Legiana but she would bear it. She would do anything for her hatchlings.

When they had grown, perhaps she would direct them to their father's old den. As a family, they may take it over, claim the hunting grounds for themselves. Prosper, even. It would be difficult, but she would train them.

Besides, the desert was too hot anyway.

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Commissioned by and for Xigfeldo for his as of yet unnamed Wyvern character.