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A short story between a male human and a female dragon. Rated (Extreme) for sexual content. (M/F) Please read and leave a comment! I appreciate criticisms and compliments alike. =)

One of Two Kinds

Cyrille and Vaelyn walked casually alongside each other as man and dragon. Their mutual friendship had started early on when they were both considered children by their species. For ten years, they matured together, and for ten years they have been inseparable despite their conflicts.

Vaelyn was a beautiful dragoness with scales like sapphires gleaming in the sunlight. Her ferocity and cunning was only matched by her egocentric sarcasm. Cyrille was a human, scaleless and flightless. His hair was a dark-brown and his skin tone was a tanned caucasian. His normal clothing consisted of thick, leather armor that covered his vital points. Strapped to his waist was his hand-and-a-half sword, his most prized weapon. Its ornately carved hilt complimented the fine steel from which it was forged.

Around the area of Cairn, the two were known for being excellent fighters, at least when they were together. They fought for no one other than themselves, but a war was soon coming. Currently, there was peace between the two hostile houses of kingship, the King of the North and the King of the East. The Nation of the Hills was divided up into four separate provinces, and each elected a ruler. For a century, peace had been made between the humans and the dragons--conflicts were rare. The upcoming battles will be substantial, even for the other Nations. There was always a lust for power.

"I realize that we are trying to avoid picking sides in this upcoming war, but we live near one of the largest and wealthiest cities in the Hills. It's going to be unavoidable," Cyrille said.

"It's entirely avoidable!" Vaelyn glanced at him momentarily, showing her distaste.

"They could march through this valley, perhaps even the path we're walking on now!"

"They'd be foolish to try."

"And what if they are?"

"Then I'll kill them," she replied, smiling mischievously.

Cyrille chuckled. "Sometimes dragon, I think you believe half the things you say are true."

"If half the things I said were true, you'd be dead by now."

Continuously, they walked and chatted along a worn, dirt road. The sun was directly overhead, shining its warm rays down upon them. An hour passed before they came across the familiar rock formation that led to their cave home, hidden by deciduous trees. Rocks protruded from the ground like the spines on a dragon, their jagged faces leading to a cave deep into the forest. They stepped off the road and entered the thicket, following the clearance made by use. Suddenly, Vaelyn stopped dead in her tracks.

"There's an unfamiliar scent," she stated, sniffing the air.

"Dragon or human?"

"Dragon. Male."

"Should we approach?"

"Of course!" she hissed. "We don't just abandon our territory!" Vaelyn padded into the brush with Cyrille close behind, following their usual path. The dragoness moved swiftly, crouching with her tail gracefully twisting behind her. She made almost no sound. Cyrille tried to keep up silently, but he soon realized he did not have the same feral finesse as he stepped with loud cracks made by his boots meeting sticks and leaves.

It wasn't long before they entered the mouth of the cave, and shortly after that, they found the dragon casually sitting, waiting for them. Vaelyn growled viciously and bared her teeth menacingly.

"You are intruding," she stated.

The golden dragon bowed his head respectively towards the dragoness. He must have known Vaelyn. "My apologies, Kaza. I have urgent news to deliver to you and you alone." He lifted his head and glared at Cyrille.

"We take this to the skies, then, Neiron," Vaelyn replied, quickly turning around and walking out, leaving Cyrille and her friend, Neiron behind.

"As you wish," the golden dragon muttered and followed her.

Cyrille looked back at him, meeting his unwavering gaze. "I'm sorry for her."

Wordlessly, the dragon left as well. He did not settle well with Cyrille. Though he seemed respectful and well-mannered--especially for a dragon--he did not approve.

Curious, he exited the cave as well and climbed his way on top of the rocky mound, his favorite spot to relax and avoid Vaelyn when needed. He lay back and looked up to the darkening skies. Light faded away in the west; the sky illuminated by crimson over the horizon. He saw the two dragons, sparkling blue scales next to gold.

Cyrille watched the dragons fly, wishing he could join them. He hated being human, but it wasn't something he could change. The Gods had gifted her race with the ability to fly, and Cyrille was glad to see that she enjoyed it when she could, but at the same time jealous.

Cyrille met Vaelyn under tragic circumstances. That fateful day, Cyrille's village had been attacked and burned to the ground by dragons for reasons he did not now. He watched his parents die by the vicious claws of a dragon. The menacing silhouette of the beast was forever etched in his mind; its dark body the only thing he could remember. When he had fled, Vaelyn had caught him, but spared his life. From then on, she had raised him to the best of her ability. Cyrille sometimes hated her, even despised her, because of her abrasive attitude and he grew to hate the draconic race. Never had he thought he could forgive them, and deep down, he knew he hadn't. They had taken away his peaceful life, his life with a family. Now that he was older, he learned to accept it.

When Cyrille looked back up, the two had disappeared. A moment of concern pressed against his mind, but he sighed and retreated back into the cave to await Vaelyn's return.

Whatever they were doing, he did not want to know.

For an hour or so, Cyrille sat comfortably against a rock. He sharpened his daggers and sword with expertise until his blades were as sharp as a dragon's claw. Before it became dusk, he lit the lanterns lining the cave's natural, stone wall. Dim as it was, he could still make out everything he looked at. Nearing closer to night, he heard a single pair of wings fly into the cave and land. The steps were heavier than normal and the scrape of claws echoed ominously.

When Vaelyn came around the bend, Cyrille called out, "Welcome back!"

The dragoness didn't acknowledge him, not even with her usual sarcastic reply. Each step seemed to wear her down. The human knew Vaelyn well, and he had never seen her act like this.

Something had happened.

"Are you hurt?" he hastily asked. Worry crept into his conscience.

She sat down on her hind-end, speechless and emotionless, not too far from him. Vaelyn stared down at the cave's floor with an expressionless face. Her body was still, almost motionless.

"Vaelyn, I want to know what's wrong," he almost wasn't sure if he should press the matter. He cared for her, but knew that she would be stubborn and deny any attempt at him comforting her.

As her mind battled against her thoughts, her expressions began to contort into a look of dread.

"Ever since you talked to that dragon, you haven't been right! Please, tell me what's wrong... tell me what he said to you."

"It's nothing you would understand!" she hissed, lashing her claws at the air angrily.

Cyrille glared at her and she glared back, her emotions seeping and twisting into anger.

"How can I help you if you won't tell me what it is?"

"I don't want your help, nor do I need it," she stated as she lay down with her folded wings facing the human.

Cyrille sighed. Oddly enough, he wanted to help her; he felt like he had to."It must not be important then."

Before the human could retaliate, Vaelyn twisted her body around and pounced on him, forcing him down onto hard, rocky ground. She pressed her claws into his chest and held him underneath of her while her snout almost touched his face. Anger raged like an icy storm in her eyes as they narrowed to slits.

"You. Know. Nothing!" she growled viciously, her dagger like teeth presented like an array of knives.

The human groaned. Pain shot through him and blood flowed from where her four claws had penetrated his soft skin. Vaelyn bared her teeth, snarling viciously. The ferocity that she presented struck fear into Cyrille. He had never felt so terrified of her before. Her eyes burned with hatred, her seething rage culling the storm faster.

"Vaelyn, please!" he cried out. Never before had he thought that she'd kill him, but right now, it was entirely a possibility.

"I thought you wanted to know how I felt," she said while pressing her claws deeper into his skin. "It feels a lot like this, only eternal pain is forever." She released Cyrille and lay down as if nothing happened. His chest rose and fell rapidly while his breathing came in ragged gasps. Instead of looking away, she watched him with her neck curled into an S. The human sat up and felt his aching chest. Warm blood trickled beneath his shirt and soaked into its linen. It wasn't deep enough to be of concern, but it still hurt. He looked accusingly at the dragoness, but she only stared back with a cold manifestation.

"Vaelyn, please. I want to help you," Cyrille whispered softly. Whatever the cost, he knew he must pursue his goal. She needed someone.

"You cannot help what has passed."

"No, but I can help you." Cyrille stood up and walked cautiously over to the dragon. She glared at him as if daring him to approach. The human could see that Vaelyn's paw was flat against the ground with her bloodied, white claws scraping the stone, leaving a trail of red. Cyrille knelt down in front of her, ignoring her malicious stare.

"Do not," she stated.

The human prepared himself for whatever pain would ensue and embraced the dragon. He wrapped his arms tightly around her neck while her head rested on his shoulder. A paw pressed and pushed against him while she growled, forcefully trying to push him away. Cyrille winced as pain shot through him again, but he still held her closely against him. If she wanted to, she would have easily pushed him away.

But she did not.

Once he felt her let go, he gently rubbed the back of her neck, silently comforting her. Cyrille thought it was odd that he was grasping a dragon within his arms. Even though she was critical about most things, he had always cared for her, but never truly understood her emotions. He had never thought dragons had feelings, let alone Vaelyn, the sarcastic, emotionless female he used to know. Now, it was easy enough to see that she was hurting. Normally, she had kept it hidden as it was beneath her ego, but she was breaking, her mental, sanctified barriers crumbling to dust.

And that scared her.

He was witnessing a new side to the dragoness, the side that only she knew about. Within his grasp, he could feel her shivering. Whatever it was, it was tearing her apart.

"It's about your family, isn't it?" Cyrille asked, carefully tugging her heart's strings.

Vaelyn relinquished a quiet whimper and solemnly said, "Yes."

The human held tighter to her, scales digging into his skin. "What happened to them?"

Then, Cyrille discovered that dragons could cry. He felt her warm tears soaking into his shirt and heard the dragon sniffling shortly after. The tip of her snout pressed harder against his neck and she held him tightly with forearms wrapped around him.

Her voice faltered as she replied, "They... they've been killed."

Her words struck Cyrille like a hammer, bringing back tragic memories of his childhood. Tears streamed down his face as he relived the pain. Although he was trying to comfort Vaelyn, he felt like he needed comforting as well.

And she was already there for him.

They embraced for several minutes, releasing and sharing their confined pain with each other wordlessly until Cyrille asked, "What happened?"

With difficulty, Vaelyn attempted her best for explanation. "My parents were in their cave-home, and according to Neiron's report, they were... sleeping. There had been no sign of struggle, j- ... just their slain bodies bleeding upon their nest." More tears fell from the dragon's cheek. "Human weapons had been the cause; the only things sharp enough to rend through scales like that."

"I'm sorry, Vaelyn."

"No, I'm sorry I was angry with you. I forgot that you do know," she said and broke down again, relinquishing herself freely to the human. "You know the pain and the sorrow, and you've lived with it much longer than I have. I'm sorry."

The human squeezed her tighter, his chest pressing against hers. Warmth flowed through him, a light feeling of elation. "I forgive you. Everything that you've done, I forgive you for. Thank you, Vaelyn."

Before this, Vaelyn seemed to be just a companion. Never had the thought occurred to Cyrille that he would be embracing her while she cried into his shoulder as he cried into hers. There was something special between them, an unrecognized love that linked them together in ways they had yet to discover. He cherished it, finding himself desiring her caring attention--the new side of her.

"Vaelyn, I will always be here for you."

She broke from the close embrace and looked into Cyrille's brown eyes. Her eyes glistened like iridescent sapphires and her expression was joyous. Cyrille had never seen her so happy. A smile broadened her snout, setting a serene peace between them. Cyrille returned with a jubilant grin, his head leaning closer to her snout. He opened his mouth and she opened hers, their lips almost touching.

No, wait! What was he doing?

Cyrille retreated from Vaelyn, awkwardness overcoming him. "I- I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking." She had been around plenty of humans for her to know what he about did and what it meant.

Vaelyn looked away, embarrassed as well. "No, it's fine. I wasn't either, I jus- I... What am I feeling?" She placed her paw on her chest and looked at it.

She felt it too. "Is it a light, fuzzy, happy feeling?" Cyrille asked, smiling.

"Yes... it's so... encouraging, so pure."

"My closest explanation would be love."

Vaelyn smiled and looked directly into the human's brown eyes. "I think I love you."

"I think I love you too," he admitted.

A moment passed before they both leaned forward again, almost cautiously. This time, Cyrille's lips met hers, his soft flesh pressing against her smooth scales. Slowly, they kissed, sharing their saliva passionately. Vaelyn's long tongue slid into the human's smaller mouth and rubbed against his stubby tongue. He cocked his head sideways, allowing her to explore his mouth. Cyrille caressed Vaelyn's head lovingly and tasted her slick saliva. It didn't tasted good, or bad for that matter, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. After a couple minutes, they ended their first kiss, feeling a new emotion towards each other: love.

Awkwardly, they looked at each other. They weren't sure on whether or not to continue. Vaelyn was a dragon and Cyrille was a human, what could they do?

In haste, Vaelyn stated, "I want to try something."

"What, exactly?" the human questioned in return.

The dragoness pondered for a moment, her head tilted away from Cyrille. "You may not like it."

"Do you want to... mate?"

With a look of longing, she looked directly into his eyes. "Yes."

"But, you're a dragon... and I'm a human."

"We both have the necessary parts, do we not?" she jested.

"Well, you have a _dragon_part and I have a _human_part."

"Please... let's try."

The human felt himself blush. He was considering having sex with a dragon. "What if someone finds out?"

Vaelyn motioned with her paw and wing and jested, "You're right! Everyone here would know!" Then, she smiled softly and continued, "We can just try it. If one of us doesn't like it, then we can quit. No one has to know."

"Are you sure about this? I mean, this was rather... quick."

"You're right, I suppose, by human standards," she replied, unamused.

Finally, he gave in, smiling. "Alright, Vaelyn." She looked up and smiled back. Cyrille took a moment, admiring her feminine beauty. He had never laid with anyone before, and now he was going to lay with a dragon, his scaled lover. Her underbelly was a pale blue, much lighter than the dark-blue scales surrounding the rest of her graceful body. A pair of white horns protruded from the back of her skull, arcing downwards near their ends. She was gifted with sharp, white claws and talons that she kept well groomed. It was beauty that he had never seen before.

Or thought of, for that matter.

They walked over to their bed, compiled mostly of soft blankets and furs. Cyrille removed his armor until he was just in his linens. Immediately, the blue dragoness pounced on him, quickly forcing the human's back into the sheets. She pinned him by his shoulders and looked at him with a mischievous grin. Vaelyn lay between Cyrille's legs and gently nipped at his neck. He could feel her quick breaths as she licked him, leaving traces of her slick saliva. The dragoness pressed herself against him, her scales rubbing against his skin. Her crotch pressed against Cyrille's hardening member, providing a warmth the human had never felt before.

He bit his lip with a slight moan of approval. "Vaelyn, are you sure about this?"

She continued to dote his neck with licks and nibbles while replying, "I don't think I could possibly regret this." With little to no objection, Vaelyn tore off his shirt with her claws, forcing herself upon him quickly. She placed a paw on his chest, avoiding his recently received wounds, and rubbed the leathery pads seductively down his body until she came to his pants. Before she could rip that off too, Cyrille pushed her paw away and removed them himself. The human lay there naked, his penis stiff between his legs. Vaelyn pressed her slit against his hard member and looked down at their touching mid-sections. Cyrille looked too, and for the first time, he saw what the dragoness had between her legs. Her scaled lips were a pale blue, the same shade as most of her underbelly, with pink flesh parting them. And it felt moist.

"So, that's what you humans look like down there," she stated, curiously eyeing his manhood. Then, she lay herself down, wiggling her hind-end to promote pleasure. Cyrille's shaft pressed into her slit, and he felt warm, slimy liquid coating it. Vaelyn moaned and licked Cyrille's lips. He smiled and embraced her. Instinctively, he rubbed his length into her, parting her softly scaled lips. His hand traced down her curvy body, running his soft palms over her smooth, blue scales. He rubbed her hips, kneading into her muscular hind-end. She cooed softly and suddenly rolled onto her back, bringing the human with her.

"Vaelyn!" Cyrille yelped accusingly. She had broken his dreamlike trance.

"I want you to take me as if I were human," she stated and spread her legs wide. Cyrille looked at her questioningly and she continued, "It feels closer and more romantic."

Cyrille chuckled and replied, "I thought you weren't the romantic type."

"Well, I wouldn't be able to see the dumb faces you make otherwise."

"You sure do know how to ruin the mood."

Vaelyn reach out with her paw until she abruptly took Cyrille with it, rubbing him quickly up and down with his soft, warm skin between the leather pads of her paw. He gasped and dropped down so only his arms held his torso up. Her soft touch aroused him further than he was before, her intimate handling was bliss.

The dragoness smiled wickedly and said, "And I can bring it right back." With a light grip, she fondled his testicles, feeling them curiously.

"Odd," she said.

"What?"

"This thing hanging from your crotch."

Cyrille chuckled. "Those are very important, please don't hurt them."

"What is it?"

He sighed and replied, "We can talk about it later." She released her grip and spread her legs further. With her forepaws, she clenched his backside and motioned the humans hips downward. Taking the hint, Cyrille lightly held his penis in hand and looked between her legs. Her sex was swollen, taking a very slight purple hue while it glistened in what little light there was. His tip pressed into her, penetrating her entrance. Cyrille pressed in as far as he could, feeling her constricting depths engulf his entirety in her moist, velvety folds while they spread apart. They were officially joined at the hips, beginning the rewarding process of mating. Vaelyn moaned, looking into the human's eyes with ecstasy. Her glare did not waver as he held himself there, his length throbbing for more against her ridged walls. The human never thought the dragoness would be this soft and pleasant on the inside.

Hell, he never thought of having sex with her. Not even once.

And here he was, pressed in to the hilt of female dragon sex, his balls rubbing against the scales of her crotch. Though, he initially did not think this would work, he was enjoying it. Her blue-scaled body felt exotic, and the feeling of claws running sensually across his skin was more enticing than he had ever thought. Her scent was something he had never noticed before. It smelled sweet and alluring. It's true that they were entirely different, but what did it matter if they loved each other?

Nothing.

Cyrille pulled out of her and quickly inserted his member back in. He moaned with her as she was penetrated once more. Her legs gripped his hips, pulling him close as he began a pattern. Each thrust sent pleasure coursing through both of them. His hard tool pushed through her velvety walls, spreading them apart repeatedly. The human slowly paced himself faster, soon forcing sounds to emanate from their connected mid-sections as he slapped his hips against hers. Vaelyn clenched him with her claws as she was plowed by her smaller counter-part. She closed her eyes and lay back, taking his thrusts with pleasure. Her vent spread and clenched his length as it slid quickly in and out of her.

"Oh, Vaelyn," Cyrille moaned. He licked the base of her neck, slathering his tongue against her smooth scales. Her delicious scent was heavy within his nostrils, almost intoxicating.

Between ragged breaths, the dragoness replied, "What, didn't you think this would be fun?"

"I never knew your body would feel this good." Forward and backward he rocked her with the thrusts of his hips. His length slid through her ridged walls, rubbing against them until he withdrew and repeated the action. Vaelyn's sex undulated around him as her climax gained. Pre escaped from Cyrille's tip, mixing with the dragon's arousal that leaked out of her entrance. His length slid through her walls, leaving traces of his seed with each withdrawal. Vaelyn moaned and hugged his torso tightly. The dragoness' paws kneaded into his soft skin, massaging his shoulders pleasantly. Her moans grew louder and her sex secreted more liquids. Cyrille noticed her breathing changing as well as his own. They panted, sounding like animals. He rutted her like a feral beast claiming his territory, breeding her with seed that couldn't reproduce.

And she loved it.

Soon, Vaelyn released a powerful roar and thrashed her tail against the ground. Her climax washed over her swiftly, bringing her to the peak of her pleasure. With Cyrille between her legs, she clenched him with her hips and threw her head back, passionately wailing her lustful satisfaction. Warm liquid rushed out of her entrance and smothered the human's member with slimy secretions. One more thrust and he pressed all the way into her, feeling the tip of his length rub against undulating ridges until his balls were flattened against her crotch. Her finishing climax milked him for what seed burst forth from his ejaculating tip. His liquid coursed through her reproductive organs, completing the process of mating and unifying them as one. Cyrille moaned and held Vaelyn in his grasp, lovingly caressing her body as she came down from her climax. His length throbbed against her walls with each ejection of seed until no more was produced.

Not long after, he came down as well and looked adoringly into Vaelyn's sapphire eyes. The same expression was returned to him, and with no shame, they locked mouths. Her slick, long tongue pushed passed his lips as their mouths pressed passionately together. The human bucked his hips, feeling himself becoming lost with her. His member was soft, but slowly hardening once more, swelling within her sex. The dragoness mouthed at Cyrille's lips and rubbed his rear-end. She cooed and breathed in heavily, her body reacting to a renewed arousal. She tilted her head and sucked in her breaths quickly. Soon, they were both stimulated, feeling the need to release once more. Cyrille slightly humped her, barely using his hips as he lightly thrust in and out of Vaelyn.

She broke the kiss gently and then playfully rolled Cyrille onto his back.

"Gah! Dragon, sometimes..."

Vaelyn quickly grabbed his length and forcefully pushed it into her entrance while sitting down on his mid-section. Cyrille moaned and clenched her forearms, feeling her tight walls squeeze him. "Sometimes, you should be glad I'm holding back feral instincts," she said, smirking. Between their legs, they were connected physically once again. Cyrille could see her slit, spread with his length deep inside of her. Her clitoris was erect and rubbing against the top of his tool as he was pressed in to the hilt. Both of their lower regions were glistening with mixed arousal and liquid from their previous climaxes. Vaelyn looked at him, her eyes shining with adoration. Cyrille touched her cheek and smiled, feeling her muscular hind-end with his other hand. Feeling curious, he wanted to touch her body sexually. With both hands, he started at her prominent torso and traced her sinuous body down her curves until he reached the base of her tail. Her scales felt smooth and her muscles were toned perfectly. Altogether, she had a wonderful body.

The blue dragoness firmly placed her hind-paws to both sides of Cyrille, allowing the human to touch her intimately. She gently caressed his chest with her forepaws and slowly brought herself up. The human's length slid out of her until his tip was barely inside. Quickly, she sat back down, his member running through her folds, rubbing against every soft ridge. She moaned and repeated the motion. Her tail flexed behind her as she began a rhythm. Cyrille moaned, enjoying the blissful movements of Vaelyn's hips. He watched her bounce up and down, seeing her face wince with pleasure. The walls of her sex expanded and contracted around his length at precise times, promoting more pleasure for the both of them while they mated.

"This would rarely happen with my species. It feels... so good."

Cyrille chuckled, watching the dragoness' expression crunch into a look of pleasure. "Being on top?"

"Yes!" Vaelyn moaned. She looked between their legs, watching their connected sex as she bounced on the human's crotch. Cyrille's length slid in and out, covered in slick arousal. Squelches were audible as the dragoness picked up her speed. Their moans mixed with lewd sounds, creating a rhythm to their mating. With a slight thrust, the human began to press into her as she came down, forcing himself deeper. Vaelyn moaned in approval and pressed her lips against his. They kissed, feeling pleasure and passion course through themselves and into the other. They shared their love physically and mentally while the dragon rode Cyrille. Their climaxes gained with each penetration, pleasure reaching substantial levels. Her slick tongue entered the human's mouth and slathered her saliva against his shorter muscle. Cyrille held her neck and firmly rubbed it near the back of her triangular skull. His other hand clenched her hind-end tightly. Scales rubbed pleasantly against his skin as Vaelyn changed her motions.

With Cyrille's length deep inside of her, she squirmed her hips back and forth and then side to side, her smooth belly scales pressing and sliding against the human's stomach. They ended their kiss and breathed raggedly next to each other's faces. The human clenched her hips and stared at her spread slit, feeling his impending climax course through him. He held her down and thrust forcefully into her, feeling his seed spew from his tip. Vaelyn hummed and continued her fluid motions while clenching his length with her sex. Each ejaculation sent a wave of pleasure through Cyrille, his ecstasy at its peak. Liquid poured from their connected sex, spilling onto Cyrille's crotch in sticky strings. Only a few more movements and Vaelyn climaxed as well, beginning once he ended. Undulating waves milked the human's penis as the dragoness huskily growled. She ceased movement and let her climax finish while she sat there. With one last moan of relief, she finished and lay flat on the human.

Cyrille sighed and rubbed Vaelyn lovingly. "That was... amazing," he said.

"I enjoyed it, too."

"You may be a dragon, but I think you're a sexy dragon."

Vaelyn ran a claw sensually down his chest. "And I think you're quite the good-looking human."

Their initial awkward phase had passed. Now they could cherish each other freely. Vaelyn removed herself from the human, letting his flaccid length slowly slide out of her. She rolled over and lay on her side with her back facing Cyrille. He rolled onto his side as well and embraced her from behind, carefully avoiding her spines. With a gentle touch, he stroked her smooth chest and doted the base of her neck with kisses. She hummed her approval and wrapped her tail around his leg, coiling it like a snake.

"I never thought I'd say this to you, and I hope it's not premature, but Vaelyn... I do love you."

"I ... I love you too," she said softly.

Cyrille held her tighter and continued, "Our differences may be great, but we have become one.

"We have united by flesh," she stated. "But Cyrille, I don't think the Gods will give us the gift of life. We can't create a hatchling... or a baby."

The human could easily hear that Vaelyn was troubled by this. "We can figure something out."

Silence passed before Vaelyn said, "I'm going to sleep... Good night."

"Good night."

Together on their pile of soft things, they drifted off into slumber.

Cyrille abruptly woke with a spine jabbing into his bare chest. He winced and clenched Vaelyn's scaled forearm, quickly realizing that he was naked and holding her closely. The human smiled, remembering what had happened between them last night. Gently, he caressed her body while she slept. They were more than companions now, much more.

As light began to shine in their cave, Vaelyn slowly roused herself. She woke up happy and with a smile curled at her lips.

"Good morning," Cyrille said, holding her paw.

Relief washed over the dragoness as she sighed. "I'm glad it wasn't a dream."

Cyrille smiled and sensually traced his hand down her smooth underbelly. Her scales slid passed as his hand moved between her legs. Vaelyn twisted her head around and looked at him lustfully as he caressed her closed slit. With a hum, she raised her top leg into the air, allowing him easier access. His fingers traced her soft scales until her vent warmed and spread apart to reveal her pink flesh. Cyrille pressed his finger into her slit and felt her warm, slick flesh as he aroused her. The dragoness cooed and rolled over with her underside facing him. Her paw toyed with his hardened flesh, rubbing it pleasantly. The soft pads of her paw felt and explored his manhood while the human explored her female sex.

"You never did tell me what this was," she said, bouncing his testicles in her paw.

"Those are a part of reproduction; they're my testicles."

She eyed them and asked, "Why are they on the outside of your body?"

Cyrille chuckled and replied, "Because they are." He then penetrated her vent with a finger, feeling her velvety walls enclose around it. Her slimy arousal coated his hand as he pressed it against her crotch. Vaelyn rubbed him up and down with one paw and stroked his balls with the other. They continued uninterrupted until Vaelyn's head shot up and looked towards the cave's entrance. She hissed and push away from Cyrille, accidentally cutting him in the process.

"Hey!" he objected, feeling his lightly bleeding wound. Being with a dragon was painful.

"Be quiet and get some damned clothes on!" She quickly walked away from the human, seeming to be hearing and sniffing the air while she moved towards the cave's entrance. "That damned dragon!" she cursed. With an apologetic look, she glanced at Cyrille and said, "Sorry... I don't want him to find out. He can never know."

He managed to find linens that weren't ripped and quickly threw them on. Fully clothed and unaroused, Cyrille walked to his dragon. "Neiron?"

She confirmed his suspicion and they waited until the dragon's golden scales came into view.

"What are you doing here?" Vaelyn growled, her teeth bared. Cyrille may have been human, but he still understood that Vaelyn was hostile to her own kin as well as humans.

Or maybe it was just Neiron.

Like his greeting before, the golden dragon dipped his head and said, "Good morning, Kaza," as if her abrasiveness hadn't phased him. "I came to make sure you were well." He sniffed the air, most likely smelling her scent. Cyrille noticed that when she was aroused, more of her scent was released into the air. That's when he could easily smell it with his weak human nose. He hoped that Neiron wouldn't suspect them of doing anything, or else... or else what? Cyrille had no idea why other than the fact that their reputation could be slandered.

The dragoness huffed and twirled, her hind-end facing them. "I don't see why I would want you even if I wasn't well. I can handle myself." She then walked away jauntily, her hips dipping back and forth with her tail lashing behind.

Neiron sighed, looking with a wandering eye at her. For the first time ever, Cyrille felt a tinge of jealousy, making him want to hit the dragon. He disliked it, but realized he could do nothing about it. Neiron noticed Cyrille's cold stare and met it with his own. His golden irises glowed like a sun, burning with a deep, seething fire. Almost cautiously, he walked towards Vaelyn, saying, "So, you'd rather have the company of a human instead?"

"I'll be in the company of whomever I wish!" she hissed.

"You need to be with your own kind, Vaelyn." Neiron's voice softened as he neared her. "Humans are not to be trusted."

Cyrille clenched his fists. That was it, he hated him now.

"Neiron, my patience with you is running thin." Vaelyn said between bared teeth.

With another bow of his head, the golden dragon replied, "I'm sorry, Kaza," and turned to leave. Cyrille avoided eye contact, but he knew that the dragon glared at him angrily. Once he was gone, the human sat next to the dragoness.

"Who is he, anyway?"

"He was a friend of my mother... a close friend."

"Why is he so formal? And why does he call you Kaza?"

Vaelyn sighed and picked at stones with her claws. "My family would be considered royalty by human standards. My great-grandfather's name was Raen; one of the first dragons to befriend humans and share in their wealth. At that time, the dragons on this continent were renowned because of their bravery and courage, and my family was founded on that ideal. Kaza means, 'daughter of the wind,' and it is a formality given to a dragoness of a certain stature. Kazo is the male equivalent."

Cyrille pondered for a moment. "There is more than one continent?"

"Yes, one other that we know of, but the other you will never see. It's a haven for dragons called, Daedrakah."

A long moment passed in silence before Cyrille asked, "Why did you help me?"

The dragoness looked at him, expressionless. Her mouth hung open and she remained silent.

"Vaelyn?"

She tried her best not to cry, but tears quickly fell from her cheek. With her paw, she caught them and looked at them, seeming to be surprised.

"You could have lived a life of luxury, but you chose to raise me... why?"

"I... I felt sorry for you. When I realized... When I saw the turmoil done to your home, I was emotional. I didn't know exactly what I felt, but I knew I had to take care of you." Vaelyn held his hand with her paw and looked him in the eyes. "And I will never regret my decision to care for you."

Cyrille hugged her. "I'm glad you did."

For an elongated moment, they held one another until they kissed. Their tongues slid together passed their lips, exchanging saliva with passion. Cyrille slowly massaged her body, each movement sliding lower on her scales. He sucked on her lips and grunted, feeling her paws expertly maneuver to sensitive spots. Suddenly, Vaelyn broke the kiss and removed the human's shirt, miraculously not ripping it in the process.

As if in explanation, she said, "He's gone now and I doubt he will come back for awhile."

"So you're wanting to..."

"Continue what we were doing!" she said happily and sent her paw into his pants. She grabbed his testicles, startling Cyrille as she forcefully placed him on his back. Carefully, she aroused him and felt him harden within her grasp. Cyrille removed his pants while she fondled him, grunting and moaning as she pleasured him. Once he was fully erect, Vaelyn lay on her side, facing his body with her paw still glued to his length. The soft pads of her digits pressed in to his manhood. She traced his length up and down, sending waves of delight through him.

With one hand, Cyrille slid his hand down her smooth underbelly, feeling her light-blue scales slide passed with ease. Once his hand was between her legs, he felt her slit, feeling its warm, wet lips. As he continued, her scent entered his nostrils. It smelled sweet and alluring. She moaned as he pushed between the lips of her slit and rubbed around her entrance. The pink flesh was soft, softer than anything he had felt before. And not only was it soft, but it was heated and dripping with her secretions. The thought of touching her so intimately was exciting to him. Vaelyn grabbed his shaft lightly and began to rub up and down it, making sure to spend extra time on his sensitive tip. Cyrille moaned and felt himself prematurely throb. His climax was already gaining.

The human inserted a digit into her sex, feeling her fleshy walls separate and spread for his small finger. She moaned and rubbed him faster. With a leg raised, she spread herself and asked Cyrille to use two fingers. A second later, he squeezed another digit into her entrance, penetrating her slick hole. She lay her leg over his hips and continued to jack him off. They both looked at the other's sex, admiring what they normally kept private between their legs. As Cyrille played with her vent, he noticed it bulge as he pressed both fingers as far as he could. Her soft, light-blue scales surrounded her pink sex, taking on a slightly purple hue. Above her entrance was her clitoris, erect and desiring to be touched. With his thumb, he pressed on the white pearl, sending an ecstatic wave of pleasure coursing through the dragoness. She growled lustfully and winced. Her grip tightened like irons, squeezing Cyrille as she pounded against his crotch. His balls bounced while she masturbated him and his member began to throb against her paw.

Cyrille continued to rub her clit as he pumped his digits in and out of her. Before long, her sex pulsated around his fingers, pulling them deeper with each penetration. Every time he pulled out, she clenched his digits, her ridged walls rubbing against his fingers. Vaelyn moaned loudly, wincing as she thrashed her tail against the ground. The movement caused her hips to wiggle, promoting more pleasure for her as the humans digits stayed inside of her. Her other hind-leg pushed against his body with her paw flat against his stomach. Claws dug into his soft skin, but did not break it and nor did it hurt.

The human felt his pleasure reaching its limit and cried out, feeling himself burst. Seed coursed through his length and spewed out its tip, shooting out and hitting some of Vaelyn's scales. She watched curiously and moaned with him. His length throbbed repeatedly against her paw as she slowed down. His ejaculations slowly lessened and eventually squirted out of the tip just to ooze down onto the dragoness' paw and coat her small scales. Cyrille pumped into Vaelyn faster, trying to get her to climax. He pressed his thumb against her white pearl once more and quickly moved himself over top of her as the last of his liquid poured from his length. With a better angle, he smacked his knuckles against her slit as his fingers slid quickly in and out of her. Vaelyn clenched his back and hugged him, bringing his torso to hers. She moaned loudly in his ear. Suddenly, her vent clenched his fingers, almost cutting off circulation as her climax struck. She winced and spread her legs. Cyrille held his fingers firmly inside her as undulating waves of pleasure overtook the dragoness. She squirmed as liquid squirted from her sex, coating the human's knuckles and running out of her slit. Her crotch was quickly covered in slick, glistening liquid. As she came down, she panted with ragged breaths. She shuddered and released Cyrille.

Exhausted, he collapsed beside her and grabbed her paw with his wet hand. He quickly found that it was the same paw she used to pleasure him as it was covered in sticky semen. Their liquids mixed as they held hands, signifying their mateship in a slimy mess. Together they lay on their backs, looking at the cave's dark ceiling.

"I can't help but feel like we were meant to be together."

"What do you mean?" Vaelyn asked.

"If you look at all the possibilities and how different situations could have occurred, it seems that the likelihood of us being together, here and now, would be impossible. We've endured hardships more than anyone else and have remained together despite the initial hatred we shared. From the beginning until yesterday we were in a constant conflict... do you think this will last?"

Vaelyn stared at him, her mind turning. She tightened her grip on his hand and replied, "What we feel right now is real. You have said the truth about our past, but that's history--it's behind us now. What happened yesterday was something that changed us forever as a part of our destiny. I know I've never shown my sympathy for you or how much I truly cared for you, and for that, I'm sorry." Her expression softened and she looked at him lovingly. "I wanted to raise you to become a strong, healthy male. At the time, I thought your species was weak and didn't know how to raise its young. I quickly found out that human children are much more complex and difficult than any hatchling. Despite realizing this, I was stubborn and continued to force my guidelines on you... and I made you hate me." Tears rolled down her cheek and Cyrille wiped them with his hand. He rolled onto her body, his naked skin meshing with her smooth scales. Gently, he caressed her face and smiled sweetly.

"Vaelyn, you did a wonderful job. What was done was done, and I realize that now. I can't say I never hated you, but you were a good caretaker. You taught me more than any mother could have, and you did it single-handed. Without you, I would have died a week after." Slowly, he leaned his head down and locked mouths with her. He licked her lips and her invading tongue, feeling her warm saliva mix with his. She tilted her head and he pressed his tongue passed her lips and licked her carnivorous teeth. In his arms he held her, caressing her body with sensual strokes. Cyrille sucked in a breath and ended the kiss. "What you said about the past his true. Our time together has just begun."

With twinkling, sapphire eyes, she replied, "I love you, Cyrille. With all of my draconic heart, I hope to make you happy and fill your life with my love. Your sympathy and kindness surround me like a silken blanket, burying me in comfort and sanctity."

Hearing that from Vaelyn sent his heart pounding. His chest felt light and his mind was hazy. Tears of happiness streamed down his cheek as he said, "Vaelyn, I love you with my all of my human heart. Some day, I hope to bring you as much happiness as you have brought me. You have become the light in my soul, the fire in my spirit. It warms my hear to see your face, and it almost bursts when I see your sweet smile. Through hope and our mateship, our souls are intertwined."

Together as one, they looked into each other's glistening eyes and said, "I love you." As one of two kinds, they kissed and mated, sharing their love with no regrets or thoughts of negativity.