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Now it snows in hell - We're done masquerading This is the day foretold till death do us part Now it snows in hell - No you won't be waiting I've gone away but I've got you in my heart All frozen and scarred

_ - "Now it snows in hell" - Lordi _

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• ...Down came the squatter mounted on his thoroughbred; Up came the troopers One Two Three! - shouted Kyle running along the path around the barracks.

He was wearing a Mk.1 combat suit with basic equipment, and a large and quite heavy backpack instead of the RIG. The instructor was behind him in a hummvee keeping the speed on exactly 7 Mph, and observed the runner with a thoughtful stare.

• You know, Garathy, I can't figure you out - he said, lighting up a smoke - I mean Look at you. Just good enough to pass the selection, but it only goes so far. It's a dangerous world out there, and Special Forces are for toughest and meanest badasses mankind could muster. And here you are, but an average Joe. Don't you feel misplaced somehow?

Kyle didn't respond to that. Interrupting a recital during a "looser lap" was not something anyone wished to do. Especially when they intended to remain in the compound.

• Wouldn't you feel better back home, with mommy, daddy and all of the rest of maggots, doing what you do best? Farming and breeding?

• Waltzing Matilda! Waltzing Matilda! You'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me!

• The thing is, I don't think you have what it takes to be a badass. Being cocky without the skill to enforce it, is a really bad idea; makes your life only more miserable than it should be. You think you impress somebody? Pah. I've seen yokels like you more times than I wish to take credit for. However they at least had a good sense to give up before something bad had happened to them. And you... Well here you are. Is it worth it? Taking all that torture just to fail in the end? And I promise you, you will fail in the end.

Kyle felt a bumper stroking him in the back of his thigh, but he didn't tumbled and fall. Instead he made his steps wider, and after regaining the balance somewhat, he managed to return th appropriate speed, even without losing the melody.

• Up got the swaggie and jumped into the billabong; You'll never catch me alive said he!

• I bet you've seen tons of movies, where a farmer suddenly decides to leave the plowing, grabs a sword and after few days of swishing it miraculously carves through entire legions of cutthroats, who were born with a sword in their hands. Man can move a mountain; change a course of history... That's bullshit, kid; get real. It's a cliché that happens only in movies. This is reality. World is full of small people with big dreams, but thing is: they are aware of that. Dream is just a dream. Accept it.

• You'll come a waltzing Matilda with me! - Shouted Kyle, finishing a song and starting again anew - Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong, under the shade of a coolibah tree..!

His legs felt like they were made out of lead, and pain in the muscles only turned every movement into a constant agony, but he kept on running. Yet he could not keep up the pace, and soon felt another bump on his back. This time he fell, and lay flat on the ground as the vehicle rode above him. Thankfully the suspension was high enough to do so without injuring him.

Hummvee stopped a bit further, and after a moment the instructor exited the vechicle and walked slowly to Kyle, who was only able to lay on the ground and wheeze loudly.

• ...Quod erat demonstrandum - said the instructor tossing the smoke away - Now, you've got five hours to man-up get some sleep and haul your arse to the assembly area. If you won't show up - you're out of here.

Kyle heard the door opening, and closing, and a sound of hummvee riding away soon followed. He have stayed still for a couple of minutes, before taking first attempt to rise. He failed miserably, falling back down after so much as lifting his chest off the ground.

• On your feet, soldier; come on! - he hissed to himself taking another try - ON YOUR FEET!

This time he managed to turn himself on his back, but that. His helmet retracted revealing his face twisted in pain and bloodshot from sweat and tears eyes. He closed them shut and pounded the ground beside him with clenched fist out of helpless frustration. There was absolutely no part of his body that wouldn't be pulsing with pain; even his dick felt sore from running , like he would did a exceptionally vigorous "hand-job" with a sand paper. He was a wreck.

• Pathetic - he managed to snarl. - Useless...

It was time to revert to more drastic measures.

Probing the area around himself he found the pulse rifle lying where he dropped it. He took it, and with a loud shout smashed it at his other hand. He howled even louder feeling the bones in his fingers cracking. Human brain was curious sometimes. It had the ability to filter received information to a point where it could suppress one signal for favor of the other. Right now, the pain of broken fingers was so great, that Kyle barely felt anything else; His brain focusing on that single injury ignored all other; the pain was still there, but considerably less noticeable. Furthermore, the shot of adrenaline from being injured gave him enough strength to be able to stand up.

Of course now, his hand hurt like hell, not only that, a fractured bones could lead to a very nasty complications, if a fat, that was always there caused a clog in his veins, that would be a straight way for amputation of the whole limb, or worse... Nevertheless, that was something he would deal with later.

And on top of that, that damned song was all over his brain!

• So, that's your pupil, right there..? Doesn't look like much.

Two instructors were sitting in the hummvee, hidden in the shadows watching as Kyle walked (in a matter of speaking) towards the barracks.

• I didn't either, yet you see yourself as it turned out.

• What if he snaps? What will you say if he'll get a psychotic episode, and go on a rampage slaughtering the innocents, or some such things?

• Shit happens. Look, you can't break a man, the way you break a dog, or a horse. - said Kyle's instructor - The harder you beat a man, the taller he stands.

• We both know what this is all about...

• We do?

• You see yourself in him. Now, I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but....

• Your psychoanalysis Noah, however amusing, is less than something I would call accurate.

• Bullshit.

• Do you know where he want to go afterwards?

• You tell me, Collin. You seem to know him better than he himself...

• Cut the crap, and tell me.

• He applied for the Academy

• A fly-boy, huh? Interesting.... - He said, deep in thought - Very interesting, indeed.

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The moonlight lazily streamed in through the window, shining on two figures laying in bed.

• That was a black-mail, pure and simple - Said Kyle, looking at Rak'Shi, cuddled to his side - And, that's a bad thing, you know...

• I know. - She asked grinning toothily - Aren't you proud of me?

• Immensely. - he responded without any sign of amusement, making sure the sarcasm in his voice is heard clearly.

• Oh, quit whining will you - she said - ...And give me a big kiss instead...

• I'm not in a mood...

• Kyle refusing to have fun with a dragoness? Impossible! Who are you, and what have you done with my mate?

• I'm serious. I'm not in the mood.

• Yes you are - she assured him reaching to his groin with her paw.

• No, I'm not. - he stated firmly

• Yes, you are... See? - she asked grabbing his dick and wiggling it about a little.

Kyle looked down accusingly at his rapidly swelling organ

• Traitor.

• Oh, don't be so hard on him - she sang climbing atop of Kyle with her tail jerked upwards - He only wants what's best for you...

• Best for me, or best for him? - Asked Kyle, and grunted, as his manhood was squeezed by her tight vent.

• Isn't that basically the same thing?

• Oh, what have I done? - asked Kyle with a voice, which was normally used by prophets while proclaiming that the end is near - I gave a supercharged body to a nympho! Holy agony!

• Nympho? - she said leaning against him, so her snout was but a millimeter from his face, and then growled at full volume - NYMPHO!? You just wait 'till my heat comes up! Then we shall see whether you are worthy of being a mate of a dragoness, my poor misguided smooth-skin. I'll give you real survival course, you'll see.

• And if I fail?

• Well, I don't thought about it yet... - She mused with a low murmur in her voice. Aparently she greatly enjoyed one of her thoughts - Maybe I shall keep you around, regardless... As a pet of sorts... Make you fulfill my every need and desire...

Suddenly her gaze lost that mesmerizing gleam, and gain a somewhat wicked one. She leaned deeper against him, raising her waist, so his dick slid out of her passage.

• Maybe you want to practice, huh? - she asked whispering to his ear - You know, to get into shape beforehand. Well, what will you say? Do you want to make your mistress happy, pet?

• Who said it will be me, who will act as a pet?

• Oh, it's only natural - she grinned, looking in his eyes - Dragons are naturally superior to mammals?

• A-A! - he shook his head, and with a swift movement rolled them both on the bed, so now it was he, who was on top - Mammals are superior to reptiles. And dragons are reptiles, are they not?

• Oh yea? And at what exactly you mammals are better?

• Everything - he said matter-of-factly - Our lungs has far more greater area of gas exchange, that yours. Our hearts has two separated ventricles, yours does not, our bodies can sustain its temperature, regardless of the environment, and yours does not...

• ...Your testicles are outside your body - she hissed to him, and before he could react she mashed her knee right in the middle of his unprotected sack.

Kyle's body tensed suddenly, and he moaned breathlessly. Rolling off her he curled in a tight ball on the bed, covering his aching balls with his both hands.

• Where's your superiority now, smooth-skin? - she jabbed sitting up

• So much for ceding aggression onto males... - he managed to squeeze out

• Oh, don't be such a baby - she puffed a small cloud of smoke - You claimed you're tough, now's your chance to prove it. I won't mate with a weakling.

• There will be a cold day in hell if we ever mate again - he gasped, feeling the pulsing pain diminish slowly.

He took a deep breath with his nose, and slowly breathed out through his mouth. Sides of his RIG has opened and with a series of metallic clacks, Kyle's body were wrapped in the protective embrace of his suit.

• You want to get snuffed again? - she threatened, raising her clenched paw at him.

His reaction was instant. He rolled onto her, deploying his helmet; he used his knees to strand her legs, and feet to do so with her tail, and then he put his arm to her throat. The metallic layers of the suits armband shifted their position to the outside of his arm, lining with the elbow, and forming a long scythe-like blade, that sprung forward, but a millimeters from her throat.

• I will not be bullied by you, nor by anyone - Kyle snarled, and the glowing lines on the front shield flashed briefly - There are injuries that even nanites can't handle. Remember that.

Then he got up from her, and his blade clacked back, turning into a proper armband again.

• How's that for superiority, mangy reptile? - he hissed and walked away to the window

• No, this will lead us nowhere - she said standing up and walking to the chest of drawers to get her clothes - We'll talk about it later, when you cool down.

She got dressed, very quickly, and walking to the door she added

• Get a shower meanwhile. You stink as if you fucked a dragoness...

And with that, she was gone.

Rak'Shi walked slowly along the main street deep in thought. Well, he got what was coming to him! It'll teach him not to mess with draconians, that's for sure. And yet - she sighed at this - she didn't want to end their relationship like this. Sure he was a cocky, selfish, and irritating little wanker, with little urge to control his temper. Sure, he was anything but a perfect mate, anything but a regular mate even, but she couldn't deny she loved him. A lot. When he wasn't acting dick-like, he was charming, and loving, and very protective of her... And quite able lover...

Now, when her heat was but a few weeks away, she couldn't wait to spend it with him. Do all those naughty things they've been doing, and then feel his seed filling her needy womb... That thought reminded her of a certain unresolved issue, concerning her sex. Maybe she should have kicked him after they...

She looked around the street. The hour was really late, and except for few unlucky watchmen, who somehow have pissed their superiors, and were assigned with night-shift, there seemed to be no other inhabitants around. She was glad because of that. She needed to clear her thoughts. Maybe she should walk around the city for some time, and then return home. Kyle would probably be less edgy, and more cooperative; they could then talk this through, and make up...

With this in mind she made a turn towards the harbor district. She didn't noticed three shady figures watching her from one of the alleys, and moving after her, watchful of keeping save distance.

Back in the apartment, Kyle was starting to make a track in the floor. Damn that reptilian bitch! He didn't need her! Any of them. He was doing perfectly well on his own. How simpler it was, when the dragons, or more accurately his affection towards dragonesses remained purely as a fantasy. Everything then was always perfect. No unwanted insults, no freakin' PMS, nor any shit like that. Imaginary dragonesses, the true dragonesses, not humanoid ones, would lift their tails for him, anytime he would wish so, and each time he would need a real fuck, he would just go, and pay a hooker to do anything he would desire...

He could afford for a whole freakin' harem!...

He walked to a cabinet close to the bed, and pulled out a full bottle of liquor; bought back when he rented the place, and untouched until now. He uncorked it and took few sniffs. At least this seemed to be normal, civilized alcohol. The liquid seemed greenish in shade. He tasted it carefully...

Well it was no whisky; no brandy... Neither vodka, nor moonshine... Not even a sake, and he tasted them all. Well it went in smoothly, and he begun to feel that special warmth in his gut, already.

• Nah, to hell with it - he said and tilted the bottle taking a half of the liquor in one go. - Damn those freakin' nanites, for not letting me get drunk off my ass..!

He sat below the window, resting his back on the wall, keeping his left leg stretched out, while bending the right one, and resting right arm on it.

There was a part of him, that wanted to kick the impudent bitch back to the ditch, where she belonged. If she didn't had enough brains to appreciate all what he had done for her, then so be it. A whore once - forever a whore. Then there was this part of him that even wanted to see her dead. But then there was this part of him, that stated that he promised to look after her. And that part had other two surrounded by those parts of him that were always looking for a fight, and escorted under armed guard back to the deepest, darkest recesses of his mind, close to where all the marker secrets lay hidden, stepping on the part of him that stood on the scene, and talked to the microphone:

"Hi, I'm butthead, mhahaha, ha-hahaha<squash>"

• I promised to keep her safe... - stated Kyle to himself quietly and looked around the room.

Then he noticed a blinking diode on his armband. He tapped it with a frown opening a holo-screen, displaying a map of the area, with a large blinking point in the center. He put down the bottle, and stood up, facing the window. As soon as his helmet covered his head, he saw a digitalized 3D version of the visible area, and the red mark in the lower left corner of the HUD.

He grabbed the edge of the window firmly and jumped on it, launching his body forward into a long jump, grabbing the pole, that was sticking out off the wall on the opposite building, and doing the three-sixty on it, jumped higher on the roof. Landing in the crouched position, helping himself with hands, to regain the balance, he started to run forward, in the direction of the mark.

Rak'Shi yelped in surprise, feeling someone's arm grabbing her from behind in waist, and a paw clenching at her muzzle, preventing her from screaming, and pulling her inside the dark alley. She was pressed against the wall, by a strong, large, and clearly a draconic male, and she heard him whisper

• Tir'Gar sends regards. He could not meet you in person, but I guess you of all the people should know why. However he paid us well to deal with you... - At least we shall have some fun - she heard, before a long leathery tongue lapped at her neck - Mmmm, delicious...

The other one tore her clothes to shreds, and both of them dragged her deeper into the alley. None of them saw a metallic patch, that fell off the scrap of her clothes, and hitting the ground begun blinking, and even if they would, they'd probably wouldn't give it any thought.

One grabbed her horns tightly, and not wasting any time, showed her snout under his robe into his crotch and snarled a command

• Suck!

However he was not given the time to even begun to enjoy the attention, because after just a second, from forcing his shaft into her maw, something have fallen on his shoulders, pushing him away, from his prey. Rak'Shi blinked in surprise, seeing a shady figure with a shining in cyan, segmented column on the back. With that sight came the recognition.

Kyle!

How in hell could he knew?!

Kyle didn't waste time as well. Seeing Rak'Shi's predicament, he just jumped from the roof directly onto the one that were stranding her head, and struck him with his elbow, using all the momentum, the planets gravity had gave him. Reaching the ground, he curled into a tight ball, and rolled once towards the other drake, that was holding Rak'Shi by her legs, and knocked him down. Being free, Rak'Shi scurried into the dark corner of the alley, and from beneath the protective cover of her wings watched Kyle fighting off her attackers.

At first Kyle wanted to finish the battle quickly, exploiting the nerve clusters, but despite that the draconian possessed all of the appropriate nerve clusters, they've also had scales; scales that effectively protected those nerve clusters from Kyle's assault. So after few unsuccessful attempts, he decided to do things the hard way.

He wasn't focusing on a single opponent. Instead he one, max three blows, and turned to another. Speed was the decisive factor here, speed and precision. He couldn't give them time to pull themselves together. He didn't block their hits, he extended them, making them completely open and helpless on his counterattack. No trick is too devious, no tactic to dirty when it came to the facts; the thin line that separates the life from death is always comprised of one's skill.

When the fight ended, Kyle crouched in front of Rak'Shi, and extended his arm towards her.

• How the hell did you know?! - she asked him, accepting the help to stand up - You took your sweet time...

• Oh, no need to thank me - said Kyle bitterly - It was a true honor to save you from multiple rape, and all...

• Thank you?! - she growled - It's your fault I've got into this mess in the first place!

• Well excu-use me for hitting your knee with my balls! I HOPE YOU DIDN'T SUFFER MUCH!

• Hush! It's late. - She admonished him - Let's just get out of here, and back home. I really had more excitement than I could wish for a season...

• I really start to regret my ever-timely interference. - Said Kyle - You could use a lesson of humbleness.

• Look who's talking!

• Hey! I've earned a right to be such a cold bastard! End of story.

• Whatever - she said - Can we go home now?

Kyle shrugged at this, and stood back, gesturing at the end of the alley.

• How much money we have? - she asked, sighing deeply, and walking towards the street - I need some new clothes...

• Will those suffice? - he asked taking the coin bags, from the still unconscious draconians - They won't need them anymore.

She looked him up, from head to toes, and shook her head in disbelief

• You're just too much, sometimes, you know that?

Back home Rak'Shi took a long and thorough bath, using up all the hot water they had, but surprisingly Kyle didn't say a word to that. That get her really puzzled, after all he had always argued about the tiniest stuff, and here, being forced to shower in very cold water has not made him even frown. Humans were definitely weird creatures, she could tell. She dismissed those thoughts, seeing Kyle walking out of the bathroom, while still drying himself with a towel.

She had to admit, that despite the obvious physical differences he looked actually quite attractive to her. A well-toned body, with a flat stomach, big chest, but not overly so, with scarse black fur in the middle. Strong arms, and legs... It was really strange to her, that he didn't had a female of his own species...

"Oh, right; he's a dick"- she thought to herself - "A female that would chose to mate with him had to have a godlike patience... Or be likewise desperate..."

For a moment she wondered which one of those would be describing her, but she dismissed whatever thought she had about that, when her gaze rested on his waist... Or to be more precise, on that certain thing, that distinguish males from females. Maybe she could use a cold shower on her own..?

• Well, what's the call? - he asked tossing the towel onto spare chair on the opposite side of the table.

• Definitely deliciously looking... What? - she shook her head, and forced herself to look in his eyes. However those things were always acting like universal eye magnets, so after but a few seconds she dropped her gaze onto his manhood yet again.

• Focus. - he said with a slight hint of amusement - You were supposed to be counting gold; you know? Our recent acquisition.

• What gold? - she asked with a low, lustful growl. He was doing it on purpose, she could bet.

• You know, I could expect, that after recent... Events, you would be as far from that mood as you can be.; not lusting after some poor mammal...

• I've been through even worse things before we met - she shrugged, not taking her eyes of his thing - And I was alone back then...

• Here - he said deploying the suit around his body - I'll make it easier for you..

He sat at the free chair, and emptied the coin bag on the table. The sound or ringing gold broke her out of her dream about being mated forcefully by Kyle on the bed, while she was laying on her belly, with her tail jerked high, and turned her attention to a small treasure laying in front of her. If there was a single thing that could draw away a dragoness from daydreaming about well endowed males it would be definitely it.

After a considerable period of gold counting, the content of the second bag was also added to the pile. There were so many of them! And all pure gold! No silvers, nor coppers, just gold; and all looked brand new! How on world Tir'Gar got a hold on that kind of money. He was just a crook!

• So? - said Kyle, deciding that it was the best time to finish off his bottle of liquor

• Six thousand four hundred give or take - she shook her head again, in disbelieve this time, and looked at him, frowning after noticing the bottle in his hand - Do you know what it mean?

• Yea - he said bringing the bottle to his mouth - It means I'm working on the wrong side of the law. That's twice the pay I got for a week of listening bad jokes.

She took the bottle away from him, before he managed to drink from it, and placed it on the far corner of the table. Kyle fixed a deeply meaningful expression on his face, and reached for it, but only got slapped in the hand.

• Hey!

• Leave it there - she said, and returned to the subject - With that money we could afford our own house in downtown. Fully furnished even... I said leave it there..!

She took the bottle from the table and placed it on the floor by the chair she was sitting on.

• I have something better for you - she assured him - Just wait a bit longer. Anyway, what you intent on doing with your small fortune?

• Our small fortune you mean - he said meaningfully, and standing up he walked to the window. It was dawning already. - Why, spend it on something, of course...

• I would love to have a house - Rak'Shi purred - With upper floor and a balcony...

• Why not with pool?

• We can't afford it. - She came up to him, and leaning against his side, watched how pale-orange light of early morning sun reflected on the roofs - Beautiful...

Kyle waited only one moment, and suddenly jumped back, almost flying over the table, and landing on the floor, he grabbed the bottle. Then he stood up, waving it triumphantly at Rak'Shi

• Oh, too easy... - he grinned.

Rak'Shi blinked several times at this, before rushing up to her mate.

• Give me that! - she growled trying to take the offending item off his possession, yet he always managed to keep it out of her reach.

• Why... You... Impudent... Little..!

Lastly the two of them landed on the floor, and Rak'Shi instead of trying to retrieve the bottle, started kissing him passionately. Then when she felt both of his hands on her flanks, she suddenly rolled herself off him and grabbed the bottle.

• Sooooo easy - she sang cheerfully after reaching a minimal safe distance from him.

Finally she begun to understand a little more of her mate. Everything was a game; a sophisticated foreplay, and she was invited.

Kyle looked at her with wide grin. He chuckled afterwards, and soon his chuckle turned into all-out laugh. He raised both of his legs straight up, and using them as a counter-balance he sat up, stood and suddenly jumped forward overturning them both back on the floor. The bottle was tossed aside, as they rolled couple of times on the floor, and stopped, wrapped in each others arms and legs (and tail), while kissing passionately.

Kyles problem with draconic snout was the fact that once he begun kissing it, he really couldn't stop. Well, not until he ended in the bed, laying in messed-up bed sheets, drenched with sweat, panting hard from exhaustion, with equally exhausted dragoness cuddled to his side(or laying atop of him), and one and a half hour thorn out from the big book of their history.

• You want to do it here? - asked Rak'Shi - On the floor?

• Why not? It's not like we didn't do it before...

• Oh, yea... I remember... - she purred and begun kissing him again. She yelped suddenly when Kyle rolled her onto her back, and with somewhat evil twinkle in his eye, grabbed her clothes and tore it off of her.

• Savage! - she hissed, barring her fangs at him

• You like it, don't you - he asked licking at them hungrily

• As long as it's you...

He continued undressing her it that way, caressing lower, and lower parts of her scaly, reptilian body. She knew exactly where this was going, and squalled with glee, as the last portion of her clothing has been removed, and Kyles lips landed on her sex, already well moist after his aggressive behavior.

She grabbed his head and pushed him harder onto her needy slit, and he licked, kissed and savored her fluids. Her horns bumped on the wooden floor as his tongue brushed one of the few exceptionally sensitive spots. She wanted him to keep going on that, to give her, such desired release, but the impudent human seemed to care nothing of her wishes.

It was like blowing on hot coals. Just enough to make them glow brightly, but never enough for them to burst in flames.

After a couple of moments, she decided that she just couldn't take anymore of this, and shook him off, rolling on top of him, and grabbing him by the clavicular plate of his suit shook him violently.

• Take it off! - she commanded, with lusty and somewhat menacing growl.

• What's the magic word? - he grinned wickedly at her.

Her snout shot forward, and grabbing his throat in her maw she shook it from side to side. Not strong enough to hurt him, but definitely enough to give a proper hint.

• Take that fucking thing off, or I'll bite your fucking head off! - She growled displaying her sharp fangs to his view.

• Sounds about right - he grinned even wider, and the breastplate cracked vertically, and parted revealing his naked torso.

However Rak'Shi was in no mood for waiting for his suit to came off by itself. She grabbed the both parts of the breastplate and peeled them apart, instantly bringing her snout and tongue onto his chest, and slid down, as his suit made room for her.

She promptly reached his manhood, and grabbing him with her paw by the base, and with tongue at the tip, and almost instantly crammed it in her maw, swallowing it whole.

She had no idea why she liked doing it so much. Maybe it was because she loved Kyle very much, and wanted to give him all sorts of pleasure; more kinky the better, Or maybe there was something about mammals, that made them taste so wonderful. Maybe it was about her. Little pervy dragoness..? Or maybe just because Kyle seemed to know exactly what the phrase "personal hygiene" meant, and his dick wasn't all that sticky and smelling of...

Well of long unwashed male sheath...

Whatever the reason was to that, she licked, squeezed and suckled at his organ, and loved the short gasps, and muffled moans he made as she did. She struggled with her desire to make him cum in her maw, and getting even more of his precious taste that way. She wanted him to endure that feeling for at least as long, as he made her to.

Kyle actually lasted a bit longer than she before snapping, and grabbed her by her horns, pulling her up by them, and locking her muzzle in a long kiss.

She guided his dick, still squeezed by her paw directly to her entrance, and rubbed it's tip couple of times across her outer lips, smearing her copious fluids all over it, before spearing herself on it forcefully.

They both hissed in unison at this, and Kyle reaching for her rump with both hands slapped her in the area, where her leg meet the rest of her bodu, on the side of her tail. He did it hard enough for her to feel it, but not as much as to actually cause her pain.

• Bad dragon - he murmured spanking her with each word - Very bad dragon.

• Watch it! - she hissed at him - We hunt mammals, you hear?!

• Oh, yea? Well look what you've caught. - he chuckled, and moaned as she begun to ride him wildly - Enjoy your pray...

She most certainly did.

She sat up on him, curling her tail on one of his legs, and resting her paws on his chest she moved up and down on him with heavy passion; her eyes shut tight, and head bend outwards, with the tongue poking out in the front.

Kyle's arms roamed over her entire body, rubbing and kneading, betraying his own urgent need for release. He sat up, pulling her close, and locked his own tongue on hers, guiding it inside his mouth. While with his left hand kept her head close to him, his other hand rested on her rump, pressing it onto him, helping her movements on him.

Then suddenly he slid down his mouth on her throat, grabbing it with his ridiculously inadequate teeth, and rolled her over onto her back, and mating her furiously, blinded by his lust. She however didn't mind that one bit. She loved it.

Though she made one last attempt to regain her dominance over him, and rolled back, ending on top of him, and climaxed suddenly, surprising even herself; Feeling immense pleasure exploding in her loins, and making it's way up her body, and erupting through her maw in a gush of smoke mingled with bright yellow flame.

Kyle grabbed her waist with both hands, and pressed her against his loins, to get as deep in her twitching sex as he could, and came hard; his seed splashing at the inner wall of her egg-chamber in four hot pulses.

Rak'Shi stayed on top of him in a sitting position, as if waiting to make sure the last drop of his semen rested safe within her depths, and when it was certain that he didn't had anymore of them for her, she fell forward, landing on his sweaty torso, while he was giving of "Oh, man... Oh, fuck..." sounds.

Her pray...

Her lover...

Her mate...

Her sire...

• Now... Tell me... - she puffed when her voice finally found it's way to her maw; rubbing herself against Kyle's body, as if trying to get the most of his scent on herself - Tell me you like your booze better than me...

• You want me to? - he managed to chuckle

• I dare you to.

Taking a few moments of pause, to gather his wits, and managed to spoke already with relatively steady tone.

• Nothing compares to you.

• Good boy - she crooned rubbing herself some more, and licking his cheek afterwards. Then she added - Now it snows in hell...

• Looks like... - he chuckled

• Now don't get too comfortable here - she said lifting her head and looking straight in his eyes - You still have to go to the marketplace to get me some clothes.

• Why don't you go there yourself? - he asked rubbing her back - After all you know the best what to buy...

• You just ruined my last set of clothes. You want me to walk around the Drakensang, wearing only this - she pointed on the necklace he gave her, and she refused to take off ever since - Imagine the attention I would get...

• Well, I could use some target practice - he mused and she slapped him along his leg with her tail

• Ass-hole - she hissed.

Kyle only chuckled at this, and pulled her close, planting a few kisses on the tip of her snout.

• Surely you're not thinking that this is over for now, are you? - she asked with an inquisitive glare - This was just a warm-up.

• I wouldn't dare - he assured her.

• You know, - she said - I can't understand you sometimes. Once we just smear insults over each other, and you just laugh at it, and another time you get pissed by the smallest jab...

• What's fun is fun - he said - As long as you remember it's just a fun. I don't mind an argument here and there to spice up the things a little bit, but only if it remains within acceptable boundaries. In the end I do have my pride.

Rak'Shi watched him for a longer moment as if trying to figure out what he was thinking, then nodded and placed her snout on her favorite place, just below his chin.

• I thought you said it was but a warm-up..?

• Yea - she sighed deeply - I need a minute...

• Take your time. - he sighed deeply hugging her closer - All the time that you need