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Starflight felt himself nodding off. He ruefully felt for the last few scrolls in his satchel, sliding them into the cubbyholes lining the wall. Even though he couldn't see, the raised letters etched into the wood panels were easy enough to read with his talons.

"Starflight!"

His ears perked up, and he swung his head to the entrance of the modest library. He could tell who it was before she even came closer - it was Fatespeaker, with her impossibly bubbly voice and excited gait. Starflight knew her so well that he could even identify her soothing, flowery scent. "Hey, Fate," he said with an unrestrained smile. "What are you doing here? It's late."

"Oh, just dropping by to see my favorite librarian," she said, brightness coloring her voice. Starflight glided past rows and rows of scrolls racks, returning to the desk at the center of the library to greet her. "And it's late for you, too. You can file those away tomorrow!"

"The students will need them then," he said. "Plus, there's only a few more, and..."

Starflight heard her rustling through a bag, the soft brushing of scrolls meeting his ears. "... probably a bad time to drop off my returns, then, huh?"

"No, no!" Starflight said. "I can take care of these. Anything for you."

The last line felt forced, but it got him the reaction he was looking for. "Really?"

"Really." He gave her the biggest smile he could, trying his best to ignore the soft pounding in his chest. "That's what a librarian does, right?"

Fatespeaker hoisted her bag over her back. "Maybe I can do the returns for you? You know, so you can finish up everything else you need to do."

Starflight frowned. "Don't you have classes to teach tomorrow?"

"Yeah!" she said a little too enthusiastically. "But I can still hang out with you, too. There's nothing that says I can't!"

What he really wanted was for his friend to stay and chat with him, but he forced down his disappointment. "Fate," said the NightWing a little more firmly. "We have to be a little more responsible about this. I'm only up because the library doesn't open so early."

He could feel the disappointment in the air, but he kept himself from feeling sorry for Fatespeaker. "Well, alright," said the other dragon after a moment. "But I can come by anytime I want tomorrow, right?"

"Of course! I'll always be here."

He heard Fatespeaker turn around and pad to the library entrance. "I'll hold you to that. Have a good night, Starflight!"

Starflight let out a low sigh, relieved that he had finally shooed her away. He sat silently at the main desk, lost in his thoughts. Though the female NightWing wasn't in the library any longer, she was still fresh on his mind. He knew that he liked her and that she liked him, but he didn't know... how he liked her. As a friend? As a partner? She didn't quite arouse the same feelings in him that Sunny did once upon a time, but was that enough for him to ignore Fatespeaker entirely?

He let out a groan, rummaging in a cabinet for the check-in stamp and a pad of ink. Stupid heart. He wouldn't worry about it tonight, he told himself as he absentmindedly opened one of Fatespeaker's scrolls.

He didn't even have a chance to stamp it before the smell hit him like a tempest. Library scrolls acquired their owner's scents over time, but usually it was a nigh imperceptible one, not something as strong... as this. It was a wonderful aroma, like honey and rose, with an unmistakable undercurrent of dragon. Starflight was immensely thankful that no one was around to witness his reaction, for it was so visceral that he couldn't have even tried to hide it.

Maybe the returns could wait until tomorrow. Starflight collected all of the scrolls Fate had brought back and jumped into the rafters overhead. It was a small spot where he liked to enjoy his breaks, furnished with little more than a bedroll, a tiny lamp, and a scroll rack. He laid on his back, leaving all but one of the scrolls to the side as he contemplated what he was about to do.

It didn't take long for Fatespeaker's scent to overcome any sense of shame he had. He let out a long-suffering sigh as he opened the scroll before him, nose twitching at the fragrance. There was no way he was actually going to read anything written on it, but that didn't matter. It practically oozed every last drop of what he desired.

He brought the rough parchment closer to his face, pressing his muzzle into it. Starflight sniffed, and shuddered as the thought of the female NightWing flooded his mind. His hips jerked just barely, a hint of pink flashing between his dark, scaled thighs as he let out a small, bashful huff.

What did Fatespeaker even do to imbue these scrolls so thoroughly with her scent? Starflight set the scroll down carefully and opened another one, another fresh wave of Fate washing over him as he just sniffed and sniffed and sniffed. He let out small huffs, more than aware that his pride jutted out into the cool air of the library. It had been some time since he had tended to himself. That made the loving comfort of Fate's scrolls even deadlier, nothing more than the mere scent of his interest enough to bring him to full mast.

He continued perusing through the pile she had returned, each new scroll a burst of inspiration for him. Did she fall asleep reading these scrolls? Did she toss and turn in her sleep, grinding her scales against them until she realized what she did in the morning? Maybe she was regretful about what she did to them - that would explain why she returned them right before they were due.

Or maybe... maybe she knew what kind of effect they would have on him.

The thought hit him hard enough that he let out a little gasp. He could feel his cock dribbling, the excess puddling in a small pool on his belly, and the will to resist touching himself began to collapse. Whenever he snuck into the rafters for some stress relief, he made sure not to bring any scrolls with him, for fear that he would ruin them in inevitable orgasm...but he really needed to have them up here with him. They were the only thing that could keep him going right now.

His mind spiraled into depravity as he kept on huffing the scrolls. The one he held now in his hands smelled different than the others, a little tarter and stronger than the typical flowery scents he associated with the cute dragon. Despite having never sleeping with another dragon before, his intuition led him quickly to the answer.

Did Fatespeaker... use this scroll? Like he was using hers?

The already-present warmth in his cheeks could have set the whole library on fire, his disbelief warring with realization. There was no way that Fate did something like that thing! She was always so carefree and ditzy and innocent and-

As if to debate his thoughts, his cock throbbed hard enough for a small spurt of precum to leap from its tip, splattering on the back of the parchment. Shock filled the librarian at first, and he quickly racked his mind for a way to clean it, but the new smells rising up from the scroll gave him pause. It had so much more energy than before, blowing away the delicate, gentle fragrance from before. The air grew musky, painted with notes of debauchery that could only result from a night of exchange between two passionate dragons.

Starflight sorely wished he could read what was written on the very scroll he held. He considered asking Fatespeaker about it the next day, but he wasn't about to provide her a precum-stained scroll just like that. Maybe he could tell her that one of her scrolls had been lost - not that she would really believe him, but it was better than the other option... especially after what he was going to do next to it.

Everything within him screamed for him to just put the scroll down and fly away, but Starflight was too far gone. It fluttered in his claws as he pulled it into his face, letting out a squirm as he felt his muzzle press against the warm, goopy parchment. It was his own precum, he realized with a mix of abject shame and intense arousal. Never in his mind would he have even considered indulging himself in his own seed, but when its strong muskiness was entangled so thoroughly in Fate's scents... he craved more.

He let the parchment curl back into the shape of a tube and leaned forward. Starflight took a deep breath before bringing Fatespeaker's scroll down on top of his throbbing dragon pride, a sigh instantly escaping him as the smooth textures slid along his ridges. It grew damp and slick with all of the preseed slathering his cock, and the smell clouding the NightWing's mind became downright intoxicating.

He let out a conflicted groan as he began to slide the scroll up and down. There was no shame that could stop him now. Masturbating himself with a scroll seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to the horny Starflight, his hips bucking against his claws with every stroke. It was so much more exciting than anything he had done with himself before, the soaked parchment schlicking loudly around his ridges. Low growls and huffs began to fill the tiny alcove, the dragon beginning to let his mind drift as musky aroma filled his lungs. "Ah, Fate," he moaned with a shudder. "Moons, you feel amazing..."

"Hm? Starflight? Is that you?"

He froze. The voice was familiar, very familiar, and very very bad for him at this moment. He could hear the dragon padding around below his alcove, praying that she didn't just look up. "I forgot another scroll, so I thought I'd come back to return it," Fatespeaker said aloud.

Starflight didn't dare move an inch, even though the sensation of the wet scroll draped around his cock was almost impossible to ignore. He didn't even dare remove it from his length, certain that the wet, dripping sounds would alert the smaller NightWing. This was the worst case scenario - had it been any other dragon, they would have left already, but Fatespeaker knew that he worked late hours in the library. He mentally willed her to leave, sorely wishing he had Moonwatcher's mindreading abilities.

But he could hear her looking around, rustling her wings and padding at the front desk. "Starflight? I know you're here," he heard her say, surprised at the faint neediness tinging her voice. "Let's go for a night flight. It's been a while since you've been out, right?"

Regret began to fill the NightWing. Everything in his chest wanted to say yes, but there was no way he could reveal himself in his current predicament. Would they fly before or after they had sex? he thought, though even that struggled to find its way out of the horny thoughts clogging his mind. Maybe before? But then Fate couldn't head out with all that seed drooling from her vent-

Before he could shut down those thoughts, his cock let out another spurt of precum. It splattered audibly against his chest, enough of it slathering his body that it ran down his smooth, dark scales and onto the floor. He cursed himself in that moment, but held out some hope - maybe it wasn't loud enough for Fatespeaker to hear?

But he was still doomed. The floor under him was made out of logs bound together by vines and little more, with plenty of gaps for his fluids to trickle down through. "Hm?" he heard Fatespeaker murmur. Her footsteps approached the front desk... right where his precum dripped down. "Oh no. Is the ceiling leaking? Maybe I should ask Jambu to look at the wood later this week..." He heard a sniff, and then she made an incomprehensible sound. "Wait, this... um. This isn't...?"

He didn't have enough time to process how fucked he was before he heard the whoosh of a dragon leaping up. The alcove creaked from the weight of another dragon settling inside it. "Oh! Starflight!" the female NightWing exclaimed. "Wow, uh-"

"D-don't look at me!" yelped Starflight, folding his legs together and praying that it was sufficient enough to hide his endowment. "What are you doing here, Fate?!"

"I came back because I had to return another scroll! The better question is, what are YOU doing here?" she asked back. "Are those my scrolls? Why are my scrolls here?"

His mouth flapped opened and close much like a goldfish's. "They're... uh... I was... I was reading them?"

For a moment, it sounded like Fatespeaker actually believed him, but then she let out a snort. "That's a really funny joke, Starflight. Reading them while, um... doing that..."

"Yeah!" he said desperately. "I mean, while... not doing that?"

"I can see you," said his friend. "Well, half of you. You're not doing a very good job of hiding yourself."

Starflight's blood ran cold. "You're not supposed to be able to see that!" He shuffled his legs a little more, letting out a soft groan as the parchment schlicked around his cock. Somehow, being caught by her hadn't reduced his arousal a bit, much to his dismay. "Can we talk another time, Fate?"

"Maybe," she said, her words damningly noncommittal. "Hey, is that a scroll, uh... wrapped around your...?"

His breath hitched in his throat. "Um."

"That's one of my scrolls!" she exclaimed. "Starflight?!"

"Okay, okay!" He backed away as far from her as he could. "I just..." Starflight let out an agonized sigh, knowing his next words would implicate him. "I really like the way they smell."

"You mean scrolls? You like the smell of scrolls that much?"

Starflight waved his claws in front of him. "No! I mean, specifically, uh..." His voice drew down to a mumble, enough for Fate to approach him. As her scent began to fill the air, his ability to form coherent thoughts crumbled away. "Your smell," he said lamely. "I like the way that you smell."

"Oh! Why, thank you," said Fatespeaker warmly. "I like how I smell too. And how you smell. I mean, not right now, but also maybe right now? You smell really different, but in a good way. Wow."

He felt like he was about to faint from just about everything that was happening to him. "Can we talk about this another time, Fate? This is... this is a really bad time."

"Is it?" she purred, and a chill went down Starflight's spine. He had fantasized about her taking that tone of voice with him, but he had never thought she would actually talk like that in real life. This was Fatespeaker in the flesh! Not some figment of his horny, sexually-addled imagination. "It seems like the perfect time to me."

Starflight panicked when he heard the dragon come dangerously close to him. He only stopped retreating when his back pressed up against a wall. "Fatespeaker, w-what are you doing?"

"What's wrong, Starflight?" she asked with a coo. "I thought you really liked the way I smell."

"I do!" he exclaimed, "but y-you want to do this here? Right now?"

"As if you don't! Look, you haven't even gone down a little bit. Not that I'd know, since you've wrapped it in a, wow..." The NightWing wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out when Fate burst out laughing. "Three moons, Starflight! A scroll!"

His ears burned. "I know, I know," he said. "Just... pretend that didn't happen."

"Your secret's safe with me," said Fatespeaker, "... as long as you show me what's underneath the scroll."

He stammered, winding his legs before him even more tightly. "Um! Well, maybe you could do some research first? There must be some scrolls on dragon biology! Maybe you could come back after that?"

"Don't be silly, Starflight," he heard from the excited Fatespeaker. "I'm not going to learn more from reading scrolls than seeing it firsthand on a real, live dragon. You're right here!"

The scent of lilacs and orchids already filled the air, but now he found another scent, one far more intense and arousing, coloring the air. "There's nothing more exciting than a claws-on demonstration!," she continued. That's how science scrolls get written, right? Lots and lots of testing and research. C'mon, Starflight... just a peek?"

He knew deep down that Fatespeaker would never let it go. The last shreds of his dignity fell away as Starflight surrendered with a sigh, peeling away the destroyed scroll carefully from his length. His legs still remained crossed in front of him, though, hopefully hiding most of his length. "What was this scroll even about?" he asked.

It wasn't difficult to realize he had caught Fate off guard. "Uh, it wasn't a library scroll," she said at first. "I mixed it up with the one I just returned. That's why I came back. It was about, uh..."

"Dreams about your favorite dragon?" he guessed, trying to lighten her mood.

Her silence was damning. "Starflight!" she yelped after far too long, prodding at his shins. "I thought you were going to show me something?"

Starflight wanted to laugh, but he was far too busy dying inside for that. He shyly opened his legs to the female NightWing, his stiff length bouncing forward at her. He could hear a loud gasp of surprise as well as a failed struggle to suppress a giggle. "W-what?" he demanded. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

"Oh, dear," Fate sang aloud. He could practically hear her grinning as she traced the inside of his thighs with her claws. "I foresaw a lot of things between us! But none of my visions ever told me about how perfect it would look... or how wet it would be, actually."

"F-Fatespeaker!"

He felt one claw pressed against his muzzle, the motion enough to quell his protests. His grey scales darkened, cheeks so hot that they might set his entire library afire at any moment. "No yelling in the library, remember?" she cooed. "Unless you want all of Jade Mountain coming up here to watch us. Which, I mean, I'm not sure if you're into that, but-"

"Stop!" he hissed loudly, body trembling. There was no way that she would talk him into anything like... like that! "You know, maybe we really should wait. Wouldn't it be better in an actual bed? Or somewhere that isn't a library?"

"But you love libraries," she said tenderly.

"That doesn't mean I want to have sex in a-"

His breath hitched in his throat the moment he felt her claws wrap around his exposed member. For however long he had fantasized about another dragon holding him like that, he realized then he didn't have any expectations about how it would feel.

Not that it mattered, though - even if Fatespeaker's grip was a little clumsy, even if it didn't squeeze him in just the right spots - what mattered the most right now was it that it was her who grasped his length, and not himself. "See?" he heard her say. "All you need is a little bit of relaxation. Just calm down and let me handle you."

Starflight slumped back against the scroll rack, unable to let a gentle moan escape him. His hips bucked up into Fatespeaker's claws involuntarily, drawing a small yelp from her. "You know, for such a shy dragon, I think you'd do really inside of me."

The rational half of him screamed in mortal embarrassment, wishing that he could sink into the center of the earth this very moment. The more primal half was convinced that the dragon in front of him was the most beautiful being alive, and that it would be a horrible mistake to not take advantage of the moment presented to him.

Given that he couldn't actually fall through the wooden floor underneath him, he had to settle for letting Fatespeaker tease him. "Ah, Fate," he said with a soft growl, "can you move your, um... your talons under the ridges l-like...?"

"Oh? Like this?" One of her digits slipped down his cock in a position that was definitely not where he preferred to be squeezed.

"Ack! No, no," he said, reaching forward with his claws. They wound around hers, guiding them to exactly where he massaged himself when he enjoyed time by himself. "R-right there."

He could hear Fatespeaker hum in understanding. "Got it! How about... this?"

This time, his moan was much louder. He huffed as she began to rub him in just the right way, the dragon little more than putty in her claws. "Ooh! It sounds like you like that a lot," she said happily. "See? I bet you wouldn't have said 'no' to me before if you knew I was going to do this. It's okay, Starflight, you can admit how much you're loving it."

"Um, well," Starflight stammered between gasps. "It's actually, uh... the talking. The talking isn't helping, Fate."

"Aw," she said with enough disappointment to inspire guilt within the larger dragon. "Well, I mean, if you really don't want me to talk, then..."

Starflight frowned as he heard her rear back up, claws slipping away from his length. Was she mad at him? Enough to leave him naked in the open like this? He wouldn't blame her - what he blurted out was probably the most mood-killing thing he could have said.

A quickly crafted apology teetered on the tip of his tongue before he felt something long and wet press against his ridged length. His claws curled as he shivered, head rolling back as he groaned again. "Ohhhhhh, Fate," he said aloud with a huff. "Is that- are you using your...?"

"Hmm?" she asked. Starflight could feel precum oozing from his tip as her tongue curled up around his length. It was hardly enough to completely wrap around him, but she had enough grip to stroke him softly up and down, leaving him utterly speechless. He didn't even know dragons were capable of doing something like that!

He was left speechless as her tongue slipped lovingly over his ridges as she withdrew it. "I thought you said you didn't want me to talk as much," she said.

"I mean- but-"

"Shush, you," she said, batting his snout. "Just sit back and enjoy the- mmph..."

His entire body trembled the moment he felt her muzzle swallow the first few inches of his dragonhood, smooth, wet tightness wrapped around his tapered tip. "Nngh, Fate!" he said with a moan, wings shuddering. "It feels so good..."

She responded by taking more of his length. It was as if her maw was perfectly shaped for him, her tongue pressing gently up against the many ridges lining his cock. He leaked plenty of excitement inside of her, delighted to find the NightWing female more than eager to suckle every last drop of it down. He tried to think about what a normal dragon might say, probably something demeaning or sexual, but all that was on his mind was how ridiculously good Fate felt wrapped around his cock.

He gasped when she pulled her muzzle away, immediately missing the wet warmth. "That's a lot more fun than I thought it would be," she said. Starflight didn't need eyes to see the massive grin on her face. "Though I have to say that half of it is because of how you react."

"You can't blame me for that," he said pointedly, gesturing to the stiffness between his legs. "It just feels so..."

"Good?"

"Yeah, good," he said exasperatedly, as if Fatespeaker had also sucked an entire thesaurus out of his brain. "I didn't know that something like that was... even possible."

She nudged his painfully stiff erection with her muzzle. "And I didn't know dragon cock could taste so good."

"Three moons, Fate!" He gasped. "You can't just say something like that out loud-"

He fell silent, legs twitching when he felt her muzzle clasp around half of his cock in a single graceful motion. He lurched forward, thrusting upwards until he heard her gag. "Fate!" he whispered worriedly, feeling for her head with his claws. "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that!"

His tense shoulders relaxed when he heard her laugh. "You're so funny," she said, nudging his cock with her muzzle again. "It's only because you don't fit all the way in my mouth. I can't even take all of you... unless..."

He could practically hear her thinking, and fought down the impatience building up within his loins. "You're going to have to resist trying to hump my face, alright?" she said. "Even though I know how hard it would be for someone as sexy like you to do that to someone as cute as me."

Starflight would have rolled his eyes if he could. He let out a chuckle and shook his head - even in this strange, ridiculous moment, Fatespeaker still sounded so much like herself. "I'll be gentle," he said with a smile, a little surprised at the domineering words spilling from his muzzle.

Down she went again on his length, the NightWing huffing and shuddering. For how excitable and hyperactive Fate was, she took her time handling his girth. Her tongue admired every one of his inches, waxing over the stiff curves of ridge after ridge. Even though he promised not to thrust inside of her, Starflight found it difficult not to yearn to feel more of his cock inside of her.

His claws dug into the floor as he tried his best to temper his impatience, though a small part of him knew that she was playing with him. One of her claws stroked his thigh gently, as if to calm him down, while the other grasped at his crotch, playing with his bulbous knot. Every time she squeezed it lovingly, he could feel himself leak a little more into her maw, fluid wiped away by the soft, slick texture of her tongue. Fatespeaker was making good progress, half of his cock already nestled within her, but this is where she had choked before.

This time, he was aware that his quivering tip bumped up against the back of her throat. "Fate," he said with worry, "you don't have to do that, you know. This is m-more than enough..."

His words only seemed to give her more life. Her talons dug softly into his hide as he felt her swallow softly, another inch of his length sliding into her throat. Fatespeaker shuddered for a moment, the gagging sound discomforting to the trembling Starflight, but she must noticed. The struggling disappeared at once, as if she have steeled her resolve before swallowing again. He more of himself sliding down her throat as she greedily began to take the rest of him - the length she had no business sucking down in the first place.

But Starflight wasn't going to complain about it with anything else but a moan, softly begging Fatespeaker to take him all the way down to the knot. And she obliged with her infuriating slow, immensely sensuous suckling, making sure to drench every ridge in hot wetness before sliding her muzzle down further. And while Starflight had made sure to make his own self-pleasure as quiet as possible, it was obvious that his partner had no propriety at all. His hearing had gotten much better since the volcano had blinded him, so the loud smacking and slurping of Fatespeaker's single-minded adoration practically deafened him.

And even if he could hear anything, there was no way he could actually focus. He found himself awestruck when Fate's muzzle prodded up against the thickness of his knot, every one of his many inches lodged deep inside of her throat. "N-no," he whimpered, trying his best to relax his body. "There's no way you're taking that, too."

She let out a growl of disappointment, and he felt her muzzle widen just a hair. "Fate, no," he said a little more sternly, trying his best to ignore how wonderful her breath felt against his crotch. "I-If you do that, you're going to dislocate your jaw, and we'll have to explain to the nurse what you were doing."

Starflight felt a strong huff of air play across his nethers, but thankfully Fatespeaker began to relent. Thoughts of orgasm began to swirl in his mind, and he idly wondered how she would look with streaks of cum splattered all over her dark, gleaming scales... before he shut the idea down forcefully in his head. Where did that fantasy come from? There was no way he was going to her! She was his friend, not some... dragon he was going to use...

But the idea lingered in his mind, inseparable from the acts his favorite dragon was visiting upon him this very moment. He shuddered as she gave his tapered tip a long, loving suckle, slurping up one last bead of pre before pulling away from him. "I think the nurse would be a little excited to know, don't you think?" she asked with a giggle. "We could always use some more scrolls on dragon biology."

"What am I going to do with you, Fate?" he asked, wanting to laugh and sigh at the same time. "You're really something else."

"Loosen up, Starflight! Just enjoy this. Enjoy me. It's almost as if I'm loving this more than you are," she said, teasing him with a lick. "Moons, you smell so good down there."

"So do you," he said a little too quickly, before it occurred to him what he had said. "I mean, you smell good! Not down there, I mean, but like, in general. You know what I mean"

The sound of her laugh brought a smile to his face. "Well, that was pretty obvious! I mean, especially since you were nose-deep in my scrolls and all. Is that something that most librarians do? Or just you?"

"Um," he said, blushing. "Hopefully most librarians? Maybe?"

"Cleverclaws," said Fatespeaker, bapping his muzzle. "But I bet most librarians aren't as lucky as you."

Down she went again, gracing his tapered length with more sensation than Starflight knew was possible. This time, he found himself far more frustrated with his promise to Fatespeaker, the urge of orgasm much stronger in his loins than before. He reached out, pawing in the air until he found the top of her head, and rubbed it gently at first. She let out a happy purr, one that he could feel around his length, and did her best to nuzzle up into his palm.

He was surprised that she failed to resist his touch when he began to push her down on his dick. Instead, her head sank down as far as he willing to push, and she moaned for the first time underneath him. It was a loud, melodious sound, one that Starflight didn't realize he needed to hear until that very moment. "Fate?" he asked hesitantly.

Her only response was a loud slurp as she nearly hilted him, leaving his paw hanging in the air. He was quick to press it down against her head as she nuzzled his knot, maw surrounding his dick like the warmest cocksleeve ever. He didn't stop her when she lifted her head up again, leaving his pinkness glistening in the open until she tongued his sensitive tip. Then her head fell down again, sliding all of him into her hungry muzzle in one wet, sloppy motion.

He began to struggle to keep his voice down, panting hard and fast as Fatespeaker deepthroated him relentlessly. His claw on her head was hardly a guide, merely following her ministrations as she suckled and swallowed every inch that the NightWing offered to her. His legs trembled and his voice cracked as he tried to voice his concern, some sort of warning that he wasn't going to last much longer.

But somehow, she knew. Maybe it was because how he leaked uncontrollably inside of her, lubing her muzzle and throat just as well as her own saliva did. Or maybe it was how she seemed to have more and more difficulty with his girth, cock throbbing and flexing as Starflight miserably failed to prevent the inevitable.

Or maybe it was simply because he let out a cry unlike anything he heard from himself before. "Oh, Fate, I- ah, you have to stop! I'm gonna...!"

His head tilted back as the first dense, creamy load billowed forth into Fatespeaker's maw. It was so intensely different, so much better than cumming with just his claws around his dick - having her warm tightness pulsing around him was an experience on its own, and he relished the feeling of her throat pulsing as it swallowed down every drop of the voluminous cumshot exploding in her throat. But clearly, she wasn't expecting so much. Starflight could feel her head rising up from his throbbing member as he filled her with more and more NightWing seed. "Hah... Fate...!"

He could feel her tongue swirling around his head now, his cock free to gush inside her muzzle, rather than her throat. Even then, Fatespeaker was struggling to keep pace with just how much he had to offer. He could feel the seed leaking out of her maw, dripping down his length and spilling into his lap. But he had to admit that Fate was trying her best, both claws clasped around his pulsing length as she drank all that she could.

Starflight was surprised when his partner suddenly detached herself from him, leaving his dick to spurt wildly in the air as he exhausted himself of all his remaining seed. "Paint me!" said Fatespeaker excitedly. Horror filled him when he felt her claws tug at his cock, pointing it in her general direction. He could hear his cumshots splattering all over her scales - her claws, her face, her wings...

But it wasn't like he could stop, so he allowed himself to keep going. He was surprised at how much he had to give, a part of him worrying that the library desk below might smell a little too much like him the next morning. There was never this much when he was alone.

His body began to collapse as his ropes began to weaken, no longer arcing far enough to soak poor Fatespeaker. That much was obvious from how she almost desperately tugged his rock-hard length, trying to make his cum fly further. "Mark me as yours, Starflight!" he heard her cry. "Soak me in your cum!"

He was fortunate that his body was spent because he had no idea how to handle the sudden emotion rising in his chest. "What?!" he said aloud, bursting out in laughter as one last, weak cumshot drooled from his cock. "You can't just say something like that, Fate!"

The scroll rack clattered angrily at him as he fell back with a slump, letting out a sigh he didn't know he was holding in. He could feel Fatespeaker closing in on him, her softening, cumsoaked cock smearing up against her bellyscales. "You absolutely drenched me, though," she said with a note of... shyness? Deference? Expectation? Something that made Starflight shiver as he felt her warm body laid atop his. "If you had any more, I might be able to pass as an IceWing."

It was then that he became aware of just how much the female dragon reeked of his own seed. He stammered nervously, trying to get up, but Fate had him pinned down. "Shouldn't we get something to clean you up?" he asked. "I have some blank parchment down at the desk - hey, don't you dare use the scrolls up here!"

"I wasn't going to!" she said innocently, though he could hear her claws rubbing against his scrolls. "And besides, I'm more than capable of cleaning up your mess myself."

"What?" Starflight frowned, confused. "What do you mean by... oh."

Extremely unsubtle licking sounds filled the room. Starflight was, for the hundredth time that night, at a complete loss for words, wondering what exactly had happened to the innocent dragon he knew before. Sure, she was a bit weird and extremely friendly, but he didn't expect... this...

Submission, he realized, a bolt of fear streaking down his spine. It was submission that filled Fatespeaker's words.

That being said, he wasn't exactly against it. Specifically, he told himself firmly, his body wasn't against it, his softening cock daring to stiffen underneath her shifting scales again. But even then, he couldn't deny to himself that seeing Fate like this was at least... a little cute.

He would have groaned in frustration were it not for Fate sitting atop him. Her claws stroked the sides of his cheeks, and Starflight surrendered himself to her as she tenderly caressed him. "That was really fun," she whispered, over-excitable energy absent in her voice. "At first I didn't think you would do it, but..."

"And what? It's not like you ran away the moment you saw it," he said with a grin. "And you didn't tease me for it either. I mean, you did. But not in the way you normally tease another dragon. R-right."

"Oh, Starflight," she said softly. The two words, simple as they were, may as well have lit firecrackers in his chest. "I've wanted to do this with you forever. I couldn't have made it any more obvious. Don't act dumb around me."

He laughed. "Okay, okay, Fate. As long as you promise not to quote your own lewd stories at me next time.

Starflight was certain her face rearranged itself into abject shock. "What? Lewd stories? What are you talking about? I'd never- I mean, who would ever write lewd stories like that? Or accidentally return them to the library! That would be so silly! Um-"

"Moons, Fate," he said with a grin. "Did you really?"

"I..." She shifted uneasily on her feet. "Maybe?"

"Well," Starflight said, his heart pounding, "maybe we can write a few more stories together."

She let out a little laugh, one laced with nervousness and tenderness and want and need and something that screamed "I cannot believe this is actually happening to me." Starflight stroked her neck gently, feeling her relax under his touch, and did something that he never thought he was capable of: making the first move.

It was awkward at first. Her reaction to bumping muzzles with him was to pull away, and dismay filled the nervous dragon until Fate seemed to figure out just what it was that he wanted. She pushed back against his snout, muzzle opening just barely against his own as the tip of their tongues touched. Blood rushed to his face as he let her push him back against the ground, claws stroking down her sides as the dragons began to explore each other's maws. Their long tongues twisted and wound around each other, Starflight moaning from the sheer emotional and arousal coursing through his veins. His heart thundered in his chest, and he found himself unable to resist thrusting up into Fate's belly scales.

She let out a moan, one far different than the one he heard before. This time, it was filled with so much more passion, rather than just the raw pleasure of having her maw filled. Fatespeaker's body shifted above him, her hips thrusting gently against his own, and he felt a different kind of wetness pressing up against his stiffening length.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening. A shocked Starflight felt the passionate dragon above him shove her tongue fully into his muzzle, unable to fight her back as she practically sucked the breath out of the male NightWing. He gently tried to push back against her, but all it took was another grind of her vent against his ridges before the same passion that set Fatespeaker afire consumed him as well. He shoved his muzzle up against her, earning a cute little yelp as he kissed her back, wishing he had as much experience as he did passion.

He kissed and kissed until his jaw began to ache. Fatespeaker wasn't doing much better, her muzzle leaden against his own before he finally drew away. Starflight huffed and shuddered, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath, and he heard the same notes of exhaustion from his partner. "Wow," he finally said. "That was..."

"Awesome?" offered Fatespeaker. "Fantastic? Hot as fu-"

"Wonderful," breathed Starflight with a heartfelt smile. "I always dreamed of a first kiss, but I never thought..."

He shuddered when the dragon atop him ground her hips insistently against him. "I know you're probably having some crazy romantic fantasy," she said with a whimper, "but what would be really romantic right now is your dick deep inside of me. God, Starflight, I need you so bad, please..."

"Fatespeaker!" You can't just... oh, who am I kidding?" he asked aloud with a sigh, reaching for her hips. "I need you just as badly. Just position yourself... there you go..."

Though he couldn't coordinate what was happening in front of him, his mate was more than eager to help him out. She exercised the same lack of subtlety that Starflight had come to know, immediately plunging half his cock into a hole just as warm and tight as her muzzle. It was so hot and surprising that he let out a yelp, accidentally thrusting further up into what was almost certainly Fatespeaker's vent. "Three moons, Starflight!" she moaned, though he heard an undercurrent of pain in her voice. "You can't just shove all of it up at once!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," he said, words tumbling out of his mouth. "I didn't know you were going to do that! And mmf, I didn't know that it would feel like that, either..."

"I definitely agree with that," she responded with a huff, reseating herself upon his cock. "But you have to wait. You're too thick for me to take it all at once."

Starflight blushed at the compliment as well as the small smooch Fatespeaker planted on his cheek. He was relegated to simply laying back, claws planted against the ground as her hips began to thrust atop him. If her muzzle had been the right size for taking his dick, then her folds was just a bit too small. It gripped his cock a lot tighter than he had expected, almost painfully so, but Fate was so incredibly wet that she slid effortlessly up and down his length. He could hear soft, juicy pops every time one of his ridges pushed through her vent, the debauched melody accompanied with a sensual huff from above.

But there was no way around the tightness with which she gripped him, even if she was able to take him deeper with every determined hump. For all of the dominance and strength she ascribed to him, Starflight felt like a tree in a squall, simply left to weather the storm that was Fatespeaker's unabashed desire for him. Even though the urge to cum returned quickly to him, he knew that he had to wait until she got off - it would be unfair if she didn't get what she needed from him, too.

So there he sat underneath her, moaning and shuddering and trying his best to think about anything else except how tight and warm Fatespeaker was, and how he would love to fill her until his own seed leaked from between her weak, trembling legs. He couldn't believe himself - the one time that he needed his oversized head to think about anything else besides filling another NightWing, and all he could think of was just how badly he wanted to make her moan his name!

The only thing that saved him from cumming from his own thoughts was a cry from above. He felt her wetness squelch against his knot, much wider than the rest of his length, and a whimper as she struggled to fit even an inch of it inside her. "Fate," he moaned, trying to push her off. "It's okay. You don't have to-"

"But I want to!" she cried, cutting him off. "You didn't let me take it with my mouth!"

"Because it wouldn't fit inside of you." He shook his head. "A-and it won't fit now, either! You're just going to hurt yourself."

She let out a huff, and he could tell that she was rolling her eyes. "Fine! How about... if I make it fit, you have to go on a date with me!"

Starflight froze underneath her, his breath catching. "What?" he asked, trying his best to quell the excitement within his heart. "A date?" He could feel how Fatespeaker kept trying to press herself down upon him without avail. "That's really optimistic of you."

"I can do it!" Fate said, a sliver of injured pride in her voice. "Just watch! Err, I mean," she said in apparent faux-pas, "uh-"

Starflight laughed and thrust upwards underneath the struggling dragon. "Then you should show me," he said with all of the authenticity and softness that a dragon in his position shouldn't have had. "If you can really take me, then..."

She let out a squeal, pulling most her body off of his dick. The male NightWing let out a hiss as he had to prevent himself from cumming, repeating the feat when she took his entire length in again with one giant, wet schlorp. Her hips slammed down against his own, and though her vent barely fit around more of his knot, it was progress that Starflight had hardly anticipated.

It was less a question of whether he could knot her and more of whether he could last until she did.

His breaths grew quick and short as Fatespeaker humped him relentlessly, their fluids flung upon his legs and splattering against the wooden floor as they filled the library with a melody of moans and schlicks. "Fate, please, you have to slow down," said Starflight weakly, even his legs failing to keep wrapped around her rear. His tail felt for hers, and wound around it tightly as he endured another powerful slam.

"But I won't fit you if I don't!" she said back, letting out a moan that Starflight was certain echoed throughout the entire school. "See? H-halfway there! Or more? Huff...!"

She was making progress, but it wasn't fast enough. Starflight knew that he would cream messily outside of her if he didn't help, so he found himself thrusting in tune to Fate's own hips. His claws wound around her wrists, holding them tight for leverage. The two dragons pounded each other, sending juices splattering between their bellies, and separate before repeating themselves over and over again. "Ah! S-Starflight! Mmph, you're so strong!" Fate moaned aloud, voice shuddering as he drove his cock deep into her vent. "I'm having a vision! Y-you're going to knot me! You're going to knot me s-so hard...!"

Were he in a better state of mind, Starflight would have stopped in shock, but the dragon was so deep in rut that he didn't even have the time for incredulity. He just tripped her harder and jammed his dick as hard as he could inside of her, mind beginning to fracture from how much effort it took to stop himself from orgasm. Each thrust loosened her more and more, right to the point where he could actually feel her vent yawning wide enough for him to just... slip... through...

They separated for one last time. Starflight could feel his tip hanging freely in the air, freed from the warmth and softness of her insides for one precious second before her vent swallowed it from tip to knot... and then to the base of his crotch, a loud pop exploding between them as Fate finally crammed the entirety of his cock inside of her.

Even as orgasm built in his loins, Starflight looked up at where he thought Fatespeaker was. For a moment, he thought he had broken her... until she let out a wail, hugging him so tight that he felt the breath pressed out of him. Her folds clenched around his length, squeezing and pulsing and doing its damn best to drain every last ounce of seed out of his cock. It was an orgasm so powerful that a few drops of her femcum managed to leak around the ridiculously tight seal her vent had made around his knot.

There was no more reason to wait, no more reason to stall out his own pleasure. Starflight knew that there was no way he could resist, either, not with a female screaming loudly atop him and spasming wildly around his length. He let out his own roar as he thrust up, filling her with a cumshot so powerful that he thought he would black out. Starflight could do little more than hang on as his body began to pump dragon seed into the female atop him, rope after thick, gooey rope positively painting her insides. "Ah, Starflight," she moaned, taking his face into her claws. "Kiss me!"

He failed to resist, moaning back into her maw as their tongues played over each other again. Starflight had never felt such raw, primal emotion fill his body, and yet as he plugged Fatespeaker full of seed, it felt so perfect and so right for him to be mated with this dragon. His legs pulled her in tight, their bodies pressing against each other in orgasm as they kissed fervently. Starflight had thought the last time they kissed was ridiculous, but he was drowning in so much tongue and drool and feral growling that anything before may as well have been an innocent smooch.

Their muzzles remained locked until their bodies began to come down from their combined high, legs and wings trembling as they collapsed. Starflight could feel his length still throbbing weakly within his mate, her vent squeezing one last cumshot out of him. "Ah..." he said aloud, not entirely sure what to follow the sound up with. "Fatespeaker..."

"Mmm... Starflight," she murmured back, nuzzling at his chest. Her body laid heavily against his, fully collapsed by exhaustion and pleasure. "I didn't think that's going to work. I really did it..."

"Yeah," he said with a huff, hardly believing it himself. "You did. I honestly didn't think that you would go that far."

Fatespeaker was far too tired to act surprised. "Really? I'd do anything for you, you know. It's not like I have a small crush on you or anything."

To hear her say that aloud would have shocked him before tonight, but all Starflight did was chuckle. "You're right. I shouldn't have underestimated you. It was just..."

"Something else." He could feel Fate rest her head upon his chest, rising and falling with his breaths. "I'm glad I saved my first time for you."

"F-first time? Me?" Starflight asked, his bashfulness returning to him. "Really?"

"As if I could mess around with anyone else! Starflight, really," she said, annoyance beginning to work its way into her tired voice. "I can't wait for our first date together. Seriously, it's going to be so great. Maybe we can go to Possibility and see all the bazaars! Or go back to the rainforest... I'm sure that Queen Glory would make... exceptions..."

Fate was exhausted as she was annoyed. Starflight stroked her head as she quivered against his chest, sleep quickly claiming its victim. He scooted back up against the wall, gently massaging the love-stricken dragon as he found himself dozing off as well. He couldn't lie to himself anymore - Fate's directionless babbling got him excited too about the future, and though he didn't have the gift of visions, he didn't need it to foresee something warm and happy between the two of them.

But he needed just as much rest as Fatespeaker now. They would surely wake up before the rest of Jade Mountain rose for the day, erase any traces of their debauchery, and hide the way their faces would transform when they heard each other's voices...

Starflight wasn't so sure about the last one before he fell into soft, restful sleep.