Anicent Customs, Modern Drakes.
Anicent Customs, Modern Drakes. ~~SnowDragon
Good evening all! I am taking a quick interlude from my fursuit construction (To be finished by RivFur 2013) in order to write this one because it was just such a good idea to pass up. A nice, quick sex filled little short that should keep most of you *quite* happy :P It's taking me longer than espected to get the hours I need to transcribe the next chapter of NTN 560, but that's coming, don't you worry ^^
As always, Enjoy, and don't forget to comment and things!
Writing Time: Started 6:57pm 15/05/13; Finished 7:41pm 15/05/13 Length: 2.5 A4 Pages (Digital Copy only) Soundtrack: Betrayal (Evangelion 3.0 OST), Ultimate Soldier (Evangelion 3.0 OST)
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Sunlight filtered in through the cracks of the roof, the elder cavern only now starting to show signs of wear, the weather and it's age, after so many years of keeping steady, of keeping strong and showing no signs of wear. But, at least in failings, it added only more character to the smooth stone walls which made her home, for the sunlight trickled in like so much water over the last evening's rain, not just letting her wake at a decent time, but also celebrating the return of the star that gave them warmth and light over the clouds that had held the lands under their cruel grip for all too many day cycles.
But the sound of birds, her usual song in the morning for the grey scaled dragoness, a light smattering of feathers across her underbelly, the sign of a mixed species between the classic reptile dragon and their feathered variants, those cream underbelly feathers providing her with a lot of warmth, but not as much protection as a true scaled creature might have had. Dull, purple eyes scanned the outside, the rolling green grassy plains that joined to the mouth of her cavern, her home and her territory, the whipping of a passing shadow flicking right across it and the female leapt to her feet almost at once, a startled, angered hiss slipping from that deadly maw.
This early in the morning and already a territoral dispute? That foolish greenscale to the north? Regardless, her tail thrasing about behind her, spreading that rich, spicy scent of female across her home, she would have to remove them from her lands before she could hunt without harassment or interferance. So, the scaled, feathered hybrid bundled up her powerful hind muscles, creaking softly after having been asleep for so long before she let that power explode that thirteen foot long form forth, leaping from the cave and snarling out a deadly angered sound up at the intruder, warning the drake... or drakess to back off before she had to come up there and send them packing herself! What she got in return though, was a hiss, not like anything she had heard before.
It certainly didn't sound draconic in nature, but all that was explained when from the air at lightning speeds she was struck across the cheeks but a length of... pipe, like the humans used, only with force and interia to whip the substance right across her snout, not just locking to itself as it slapped against those scales, but pulling tight enough that it left her teeth clenched one another, the call to battle or flight cut off at it's peaked half, the rest of the air from her lungs caught as she ahd to blow it from her nostrils in a long, surprsied snort! More of the same echoed as the offender into the female's lands dipped left wing down, curving around to track back to the hybrid in silvery grey. Two more hissed pops echoed across the air, another, longer strand of black smacking across her forepaws so quickly they could only havge struck at the same time, wind and velocity tearing them both around and snagging across between the drakess' two limbs and pulling tight before the weight of the stark black... male crashed down upon that vulnerable form, limbs pinning limbs, thick flight membrane smothering wings before she could even think to flare them for atiltiude. And teeth, hot breath washing over and into the back of those neck scales and forward feathers. All too quickly it was clear what the male had in mind, rumbled, deep little words slipping from that muzzle of his, at least her size and a half bigger! "Whip Rifle... I'm sure you don't mind..."
And with that, her all too eager, infuratingly eager form had been pierced by the thick, ridged, barbed, pointed shaft, too many words stabbing into the females thoughts as for a reason she tried to describe it, to imagine what was happening was not happening to her, but it was far too useless. Waves of pleasure and tingles rippled up and down her spine, maw would have drooped open if it were not for the strange material wrapping her muzzle tightly shut, the spire of breeding flesh wedged up underneath her tail, deep to the hilt inside that dribbling, drooling, heatflushed vent. An angered, but undeniably pleased moan slipped from her lips, cheekscales and feathers flushed a crimson shade at how ready her body was to accept the fate of hers beneath this male with little desire other to stuff her ready belly with a clutch of his young!
And there simply no denying the feeling of that slick sperm laced preseed trickling, dribbling free of his tip at the peak of every withdrawl, of every thrust inwards driving more of her stuffed vent's arousal out with it, that ebony spire of flesh glistening with the combined lusts of two dragons, in no way similar beyond their purpose at this very moment, to breed, to generate life. For one to leave a lot heavier than she had begun! Earfins flicking, starting and twitching as they could do naught but detect every hot, lewd little wet sound the coupling of hips generated in infurating detail, helping the blush across her cheeks almost as well as her keen sense of smell was, which was to say, not very much! Each heavy slappingly heavy impact of hips against hips drew a heavy squawrk from the female's bound lips, an audio to join her netherlips pried widely, rapidly apart only to be stuffed full of dragon's pride! Each sound, every note and everything inbetween growing, combining into what was the ending act.
Jut as the male left his mark in more than one way, teeth and jaws clenching down, hard around those scales thankfully designed to take the abuse, her neck less so, leaving a lovely tattered little mark across the female's forward neckfeathers, the theroes of his climax thumping seed of the female's inner walls, drenching her unprotected eggs in liquid lust, leaving no doubt in that male's mind, barbs flared so she couldn't pull back, couldn't escape in his moment of weakness. Left panting, gasping for air her nostrils could hardly provide and woefully unstafisified, the drake yanked those powerful hips back from her white splattered undertail, leaving the female's stretched, abused netherlips struggling and failing to contain all the seed within, a puddle of joined lusts dripping between her spread hinds just to take his extra weight.
A swift, warm lick to her sex and the male kicked off, showering the surrounds with pebbles and dirt... and leaving the still bound female to deal with aftermath in egg form!