Mating Season
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Veyrana dove through the thin layer of clouds and unfurled her wings to slow her descent. Her territory sprawled beneath her, a sea of green and serpentine rivers. She swerved left, towards the Sunset Gorge. Blood red canopies lined along its edges, marking the western border of her territory. The closer she glided towards it, the sweeter and more intoxicating the scent of blooms became. She snorted and shook her head to get rid of it. Too pungent!
She flapped her wings and veered north instead, where the woods thinned and transitioned into bare highlands. A frigid breeze whooshed past her, and after several flaps against the rogue air currents, she descended. The rolling hills of the east were too far, and down south was even more forest, thick and lush and claimed by a mated pair.
That single thought made her wings feel heavy and sore, and the currents too strong for a steady glide. Veyrana found a clearing and pushed her hindquarters forward to land. Once on solid ground, she dropped onto her side and lifted a purple hind leg to lick at her vexing itch. A muffled growl ignited within her throat, becoming deeper with each stroke across her swollen folds. Fiery tendrils slithered across the pale rims of her slit, urging her to slide her tongue past the wan scales of her underbelly and dip it into the searing, moist flesh below.
Veyrana flinched. She drew back and flicked her tongue over her snout to brush away the tangy slime. It began oozing out of her two nights ago and brought a fierce itch that made grass and grime stick onto her wan underbelly. Once she brushed them aside, she settled onto her side, brought her forepaws together, and dropped her chin on top of them with a drawn-out sigh. She unfurled a wing and nuzzled the leathery membrane. Unlike her amethyst scales, it bore the same light violet of her underbelly and feet.
The constant tingle within her lower belly made her edgy and, with each passing day, it grew more and more strenuous. Hunting lost its thrill, flying seemed pointless and exhausted her. Even the thought of dunking into the Purelake didn't stir her excitement.
She growled and lifted her hind leg to lick away the ceaseless itch within her lower belly.
To no avail. Relief came and went as soon as her tongue left her shivering slit.
Veyrana snarled. She rocked from side to side, brushing her hindquarters against the cool grass. For a moment, the swaying motion relaxed her tense muscles, and her growl lowered into a hum of contentment.
Distractions. That's what she needed.
She sprawled onto her back to lash at her twitching hind paws. Her claws locked together for a moment before the momentum sent her tumbling onto her side. From this position, her swaying tail caught her attention. She swung it against her snout, snapping and growling at the leaf shaped tip that was always out of reach. She pushed herself into a roll and managed to catch it for a brief moment before she came to a stop.
A yip escaped her maw as she scrambled onto her feet, eyes fixed on her swaying tail. She slapped it against her side, and the tip came no further than her shoulders. Was it enough? She twisted her neck all the way to her side and lunged at it. Missed again.
She roared and swung it a third time when a dragon's roar, faint yet smooth, made her tense up. She rolled onto her haunches, tucked her wings tight against her sides and perked her head in the direction of the noise.
It came again. Frail, more like a series of yelps. Its tune indicated a male, its high pitched nature a young one. She responded with her own earsplitting roar, deep and rich. The male accepted her invitation with a curt shrill.
Veyrana stomped and raked at the ground in anticipation. The itch flared within her lower belly, forcing her to twist her neck and half lick, half nibble at her slit.
The male's roar came again, too loud for comfort. She lifted her dribbling snout towards him. He flew in circles above her clearing, each loop shorter and lower, until he stretched his sky blue wings to steady his landing. His hindquarters trembled at the harsh contact with the soil, and he stumbled and crashed onto his chest.
Veyrana cocked her head and snorted while he picked himself up. Clumsy, small, with horns thinner and lighter than hers. A hatchling that left his nest the last full moon, most likely.
A faint growl of apprehension rumbled in his throat when he approached her, tail held low and head even lower. He paused before each step, one trembling paw held aloft before he found the courage to place it down. Veyrana let out a soft, encouraging squeak.
The male froze at that. With a sharp yelp, he drew back and flared his wings, ready to bolt.
Veyrana exhaled her pent-up breath. She lowered herself onto her belly to make herself smaller. When the male took a step forward, she lifted a front paw to lick at. Encouraged by her casual posture, the male took another step, and another, until he was close enough for Veyrana to notice his dangling member. It writhed underneath his belly, throbbed and pulsated. His flared nostrils sucked in her scent, and his tongue flicked at every shuffling step he took to taste the air.
She went through all of her paws before the male reached her. He bowed his head low and touched his horns against hers in greeting. Veyrana squeaked her acceptance and nuzzled his neck. His azure scales were soft and pleasant to the touch, unlike her coarse ones.
The male reciprocated his gesture. Veyrana felt his snout poking and sniffing at her neck. It made her squirm and tense up as a jolt ran through her. It rippled through her scales, dispersed through her belly and stopped under her slit. Her muscles tightened, and she felt her hot slime slither its way up to the surface. She growled as it began to trickle down her inner haunch.
The male perked up. His member swung upwards, and his snout darted towards her underbelly, too fast. Veyrana swatted him with her tail and scrambled to her feet to snarl and roar at the insolent hatchling.
The male lunged back with a whimper, turned tail and dashed towards the other side of the clearing. Such an anxious hatchling. Stiff posture, head held low, rigid tail with a twitching tip. Just like the previous two cowardly males that crossed her territory. Unlike them, this one didn't take wing and flee. He found himself a patch of dried grass to flop onto.
Veyrana snorted at his feeble courage. His low whimpers made her heart pound and her tail swish between her legs. Why didn't he accept rejection and leave?
She fumbled onto her feet and trotted towards the male. He had his wing draped over his neck, one hind leg aloft and the other jerking as his paw grappled at the ground. The squelching sound of wet tongue against scales broke his hum, and a murmur replaced it. Was he...did he have an itch of his own?
Veyrana's heart fluttered. She leaped to cover the remaining distance. The male unleashed a sharp cry at her sudden landing and rolled onto his back to expose the light blue of his belly.
Veyrana licked her snout in anticipation. She had never seen a male up close, with a member grown to full size. Thin, glistening skin the color of the sky coated its throbbing surface. Veins bulged along its entire length, thick at the base and thinner towards the flared tip. The male flinched and growled when Veyrana nuzzled it. She licked at the thin strands of liquid coating its surface, tasting it. Richer, stronger than hers scent, with an earthy, slightly sour tang.
Focused on her discovery, she didn't notice the male's snout approaching until his tongue brushed against her snout. She retreated with a hiss at first, then dipped her head and blinked an apology. The male squeaked. His snout inched closer to hers once again, and his tongue darted out to lap at her snout. Veyrana hummed under the quick, terse, wet licks. She closed her eyes, basking in their warm caress. Until it stopped.
Veyrana snapped her eyes open to find the male's snout reaching for her hindquarters. Too soon. She just started inspecting him! She wrapped her maw around his slender neck and bit, hard enough to draw a yelp from the male. He presented his belly to her, not the other way around. She emphasized it with a roar and a buffet of her wings against his slender frame.
The male yowled against the onslaught. His tail curled inwards and his limbs turned limp. Good.
Veyrana scrutinized him. Thin, triangular snout, with firm, smooth jaws and no fins sprouting behind his ears. His horns, unlike her twisted, erect ones, curved along the back of his skull. His belly didn't have broad plates like hers, but leaf shaped scales, hard and durable. She nuzzled his chest, taking in his suave scent as she prodded with her snout. She hovered up to his shoulder and continued to his twitching paw. His ebony claws were shorter, with a more angular curve, and the scales of his foot didn't turn brittle yet. She dug her snout inside his paw to feel their soft, smooth touch. The male shivered. She tried a lick, and he shook it.
It tickled him! She lifted one of her own paws to lick it, yet the only itch she felt was the one nestled between her thighs. Her paw was rough and still bore the scent of her last kill. The male moved in to sniff at her other foot. Her hiss sent him away.
His wings came next. Veyrana rubbed her cheeks against the smooth membrane to feel its soft texture. Thin veins webbed the wan surface, pulsing faintly. Veyrana curled and twisted her neck to get more of the living blanket to cover her sensitive neck. Something nudged her hind paw. She jumped back with a yelp, her teeth bared.
The male squeaked and retreated his snout from her lower belly, his ebony slits wide with fear. Veyrana whimpered, then crouched to his level. To soothe him, she pressed her snout against his. As long as he accepted her, she accepted him. Once the male indicated his trust in her with a curt lick across her snout and a low whimper, Veyrana turned towards his member.
This slimy serpent nudged at her haunch, enough to spread its scent along her violet scales. She cocked her head at it, then nudged it with her snout. The muscle underneath grew taut and stiff in mere moments. Bumps and soft ridges became visible, and the bulged veins threatened to burst under the might of the throbs. The male whined and brought a wing to cover his shaft, but Veyrana poked it with her horns until it retreated. She found it interesting, how it shook and bobbed and throbbed out of its own accord. And the flared tip! Such an exquisite shape. She had never seen its like anywhere in her forest.
She sniffed at it. Under the blow of hot air, it shivered, contracted, and spat.
Veyrana drew back with a hiss. Did he release his essence? No--it still throbbed, and the clear liquid only carried a faint scent and an even fainter taste. She moved away from it--her nostrils still itched with the sting of the jet--to inspect his hindquarters.
Lean haunches, with a robust tail thinning to a tapered tip. Curious, how some dragons didn't have a proper tail tip. She flicked her leaf shaped one, growling in confusion for a moment before she set her eyes on his hind paws. Broad feet, with short, stubby digits and thick padding. What sort of prey could he hold between those short claws? Smaller prey? Or maybe his thicker claws lodged between its ribs. For a moment, she considered asking him, but shook her head once she met his aquamarine eyes.
No. No words until he proved himself. Words could be interpreted, but not instinct. She flicked her tail, humming as she padded towards his snout. She expressed her interest in him by rubbing her cheek against his neck, then lowered herself onto her side and raised a reluctant hind leg towards the evening sky.
It was his turn to inspect her.
The male scrambled onto his feet in the blink of an eye. His snout darted towards her lower belly to lap at her slit with broad, hungry strokes.
Veyrana stiffened instantly. A sharp, high pitched growl escaped her throat as fiery tendrils of bliss rippled through her body. Her paws jerked, her tail curled around his neck for leverage, and her growl became a roar when the male's tongue thrust through her slit and into her sensitive depths. His hindquarters buckled, and his member poked at the dark violet scales of her haunch with that flared tip. Once, twice, thrice until, until his member convulsed and spewed forth a string of thick seed that splashed against her scales with a squelch.
Veyrana's billowing roar drowned his lesser one. She rolled to her feet and swiped at him with a front paw. Her claws raked three thin gashes across his chest, each oozing thin strings of indigo blood. Its coppery scent sent Veyrana into a frenzy; her heart thumped, her muscles tightened, and her tail rocked from side to side. She circled the whimpering male, her shoulders low and her wings tucked at her sides.
She roared her challenge of combat at him, and the whimpering hatchling stopped licking his wounds and fell into a similar combat stance. He half roared, half whimpered his acceptance. Veyrana needed no more. She hurled herself at him and reared onto her hind legs to grapple his shoulders. The male mirrored her move and locked his paws with hers.
Veyrana bit his left paw. Once he fell onto his fours, his shoulders remained unprotected. Veyrana sank her claws through his scales. They bit into the tender flesh underneath, hard enough to draw blood. Her purchase solid, she snaked her head under his maw and wrapped her jaws around his slender neck. She pressed hard enough to draw a shrilling roar of defeat from him.
She let go of the hatchling to circle him again. The other two males from before lashed out a second time and broke the primeval rules of combat, unable to control their bloodlust. Most hatchlings did that.
This one whimpered and winced when his tongue slid against her claw marks, his gaze darting between her and the wounds.
Veyrana let out a drawn-out huff. She relaxed her posture and whimpered her desire to approach him. The male yelped his approval, then dropped onto his side to expose his belly. Defeated, and he still surrendered to her completely. Veyrana squeaked her curiosity at his reaction and dabbed at his shoulder with the tip of her tongue. A hum of contentment burst from the male's throat, his eyes half lidded. She chanced a look at his belly, where his throbbing member used to be. No trace of it lingered.
She nibbled at his wound to draw his attention, and the male shook to awareness. Veyrana took a few steps away from him, stretched out her wings, and flapped them on the spot. The male cocked his head in confusion, and Veyrana glanced towards the sky, then thumped her tail on the ground. The male blinked and growled his acceptance of the sky and earth challenge.
They crouched, shared a glance, then launched into the air. Veyrana angled her body and curled her tail to the opposite side to add a spiraling effect to her ascension. The male shot past her, his limbs tight against his belly and his posture narrow. He beat at the air with broad swings, each stronger and faster than the previous. Veyrana simply sought the warm drafts of air under her wings. They pushed her upwards out of their own accord.
Above her, the male became a splotch of dark blue. His wing beats slowed down, and he too started to veer towards the favorable currents. Much too late. Veyrana roared her defiance and flapped with all her might once the air thinned and the currents weakened. She reached the male, roared at him, and broke through the layer of clouds. Water pelted at her soggy scales for a moment before the clouds vanished around her. Endless sky stretched far and wide around her, and on the left, the dying sun's ruddy glare. She performed a loop to adjust her flight into a dive and tucked her wings tight to her sides.
Frozen air slammed against her like an ethereal barrier. Drizzle pelted at her scales once inside the clouds. After mere moments, it turned into stinging sleet. She still didn't spread her legs or curl her tail to slow her descent.
Veyrana snarled, a hum of joy rumbling in her throat. Her wings burned in their joints due to strain, her tail stiffened to the point where even a twitch hurt, and she couldn't breathe due to her high speed. Yet, above all, she felt her thrumming heart pounding in her chest. Thump, thump, thump.
The forest spread beneath her. She unfurled her wings just above the canopies, flapped to regain balance, and glided towards her clearing. Once on the ground, she looked up towards the broad blue stain in the sky. The male spread his wings too soon, and his glide was slow and precise. More importantly, he didn't stumble after landing this time.
She padded towards him. The male squeaked at her before dropping onto his belly, his wings sprawled along the grass. Veyrana licked at his snout once and settled besides him. His breath was hard, his eyes glazed, and he trembled like a leaf.
Veyrana draped a wing over him. His wings jerked in their joints, and pained squeaks escaped him. Hatchlings like him seldom broke through the clouds or flap as hard and fast as he did in his failed attempt to best her.
Veyrana trudged closer to him and pressed her wing tighter. Warmth. All he needed was warmth.
His shivers lessened, yet his wings remained tight in their sockets. Veyrana licked at one wing joint, ignoring his whimpers. Several tongue strokes was all it took for his muscles to relax and his quiver to die down. The male looked up at her and let out a mellow growl of gratitude. Veyrana dipped her head at it, got onto her feet and shuffled away from him, one eye set on his retreating member. In pain, and his urge to mate remained strong as ever.
Veyrana tensed up as her own itch returned. She gave it a few licks to relieve it, growling. Only one challenge remained, the hunting one. She rolled to her feet, stretched her wings, and shrieked her final challenge at the male.
He scrambled onto his feet and swayed.
Veyrana roared again, harsher this time.
The male looked at her, let out a feeble roar, and dashed across the clearing to gain enough speed for an abrupt, swaying take off. His wings half folded in mid flight, and a roar of pain burst across the sky.
Veyrana growled at herself. In her excitement to get through the challenges, she forgot about his aching wings.
She roared at his fleeing form, but he didn't turn around. She closed her eyes to touch his mind, to explain her error. She felt for his presence, found him, and almost did it. She shook her head instead. Speaking to him before they mated meant breaking the most primeval of rules nature set.
She slammed her tail against the ground in frustration, so hard she roared in pain. In his state, the male couldn't even fly, least hunt and carry the kill back to her.
Veyrana paced around, puffing. She swung her tail in broad arcs, flapped her wings, tucked them, only to flap again. Her paws curled to grip and releasing chunks of parched soil.
Go assist him? She growled at the rebellious thought. Every dragon knew and respected the challenges. Disputing them meant disagreeing with the primeval rules of nature.
Hunt something herself? She shook her head at that. The male lost two challenges already. If he returned with his paws empty...
Veyrna started nipping at the frayed scales of her hind paw, tugging whenever she caught one between her teeth. The ones underneath were softer, more durable, and almost white, with only a tint of violet.
She only noticed darkness settled when the song of the crickets roused her from her paw. She put it down and looked up at the star speckled sky. No clouds. Only a round, fat silvery moon that cast its cold glow upon her violet scales.
Veyrana growled, licked her snout, and brought her other hind paw up for grooming. She only took a scale out when the faint beating of wings made her perk up. She jumped to her feet, crouched, and stretched out her wings in anticipation. She took in the male's scent through her flared nostrils, along with the salty reek of red blood. Her stomach rumbled at that, and she flicked her tongue to wipe the strings of saliva from her muzzle. The male caught something!
When he emerged from the canopies, Veyrana lost her temper. She took off and circled him, squeaking and shrieking her joy. A buck dangled in his claws, its haunches broad and antlers thick.
The male tilted towards her to present his kill, but its weight dragged him hard to the side. He flapped to steady himself, but he was too low and the buck's weight too much. He dropped his catch on the ground moments before he crashed onto his belly.
Veyrana swooped towards him and dashed past his catch, a faint growl rumbling in her throat. The male tensed up at her approach and presented her his grime coated belly. His scraped limbs still jerked when she nuzzled him, and his tail stiffened. Foolish hatchling.
Veyrana lay next to him, wrapped her wing across his back and began licking at his stiff wing joints. His muscles burned and throbbed under her tongue. The male simply flinched and panted, his cerulean eyes half closed. Veyrana shifted her attention towards his other wounds. The coppery, slightly acrid scent of dragon blood filled her nostrils, and it came from multiple places. She whimpered, overwhelmed by its intensity. What sort of prey wounded him such?
She discovered a long, shallow gash filled with mud and grass. A scrape from his crash, nothing more. She gave it one lick to make sure it wasn't deeper, then trailed towards his side. Another laceration, broad but equally shallow. She took out the rock embedded between two scales and licked it.
The triple puncture in his haunch still oozed rivulets of thick, indigo blood. The buck's sharper horns pierced deep through his scales and into the muscle. Around the wound, the battered scales rammed by the buck's thicker horns twisted and frayed and started to flake. She dabbed at the punctures with the tip of her tongue, only for the male to squirm and roar. She ignored him and licked it again.
The male cried in pain. Veyrana hissed when teeth pressed against her neck, her paw hanging aloft for a swipe.
The male released her before she struck, and his tongue replaced his feeble bite. Veyrana cooed her apology. She turned towards the male to lick his snout, their tongues curling when they each wanted to lick the other between the nostrils. His soft hum enriched hers, their combined rumble acquiring a perfect pitch.
The male broke it. He turned his head towards his kill and pushed himself up with a pained growl to limp towards it.
She joined him in two strides. The male glanced at the buck, and, with a shove of his snout, he rolled it towards her. Veyrana growled. This beast...she knew it!
The buck stood half as tall as the male, with thick, branching horns, bulged muscles and a hide torn by too many scars. She had seen him break the primeval rule of dueling several times, challenging the victor over and over again until they gave in. Then, he took every female, one by one. A deranged being, one that now served a greater purpose.
Veyrana stared at the male, a thin growl humming in her throat. He stood shorter than her, with thick, clumsy paws, smaller wings, and a knack for crashing instead of landing. And yet, this hatchling brought her this enormous buck.
She sank her claws inside its belly, tore it open and reached for the heart. Once it rested between her teeth, she dropped it in front of the male, split it in half with her claw, and nudged the bigger half in his direction.
The male grumbled and nudged it back. She did the same. And so did he, until she looked up at him with a yelp. The male purred and gave her an encouraging lick across her snout. She picked it up, yipping her reluctance and waited for the male to do the same. She stared deep into his eyes before swallowing it. The male too gulped it down, then stretched his neck towards her to lick the blood off her snout. Once the warm caress of his tongue ceased, she opened her eyes to the male.
A yelp burst from Veyrana's maw. She licked him with fast, broad strokes, unable to contain her excitement.
The male's own tongue darted from his snout. Veyrana caught it and wrapped around its length, binding him as her mate. They stood like this for the span of ten heartbeats, staring into each other's eyes before Veyrana let go of him.
She turned around, cooing as she wrapped her tail around her mate's sleek neck. He tensed and quivered, and a faint purr burst in his throat. Hunger could wait a little more. Her urge bothered her for almost a quarter moon already, and now she finally had the opportunity to drench it with her mate's seed. She led him away from the stench of the kill and onto grassy bedding. She released him with slow, elaborate movements, each unraveling coil strengthening the bothersome itch within her lower belly.
By the time her tail slipped from around his neck, her slit shivered and throbbed with unspent lust. Liquid heat trailed along her inner haunch to dribble onto the grass below, forming a thin, sticky line.
Her mate's ragged breath matched hers. He fidgeted on the spot, tail swishing and wings fluttering as his member burst from his lower belly. He still didn't have the courage to take what he wanted, but the scent alone drove him near the edge. He licked his snout excitedly and walked around, member throbbing restlessly.
Veyrana lowered herself onto her side, growling her desire. She lifted her hind leg towards the sky and wrapped her tail around her paw to present her twitching, swollen slit. Her mate's nostrils flared wide with her fertile scent. He took it in with an audible whiff, snarling and growling at the fragrance. Veyrana jerked the tip of her tail across his snout. It took too long!
Yet, before she could blink, her mate's snout darted towards her slit. His strokes were fast, broad, hungry. He lapped and slurped her liquescence, purring his lust. Every muscle in Veyrana's body constricted under the assault. The onrush of pleasure cut off her breath, and her claws curled inward, biting into her soft feet.
Her mate paused. He looked up, his eyes wild with lust above his dripping snout. He took a moment to lick it off, take a deep, shuddering breath, then return to his ministrations.
Veyrana squirmed, yelped, roared. She rocked her hindquarters with the motion, urging her mate deeper, deeper, past her folds and into her itchy tunnel. When the tip of his tongue pierced her twitching folds, Veyrana sucked in a deep breath. He entered so fast! Her oversensitive walls barely had the time to constrict around the invasion when a roar escaped her. Her muscles tensed as hard as her paws, and in one single spurt, she released the pent-up pressure. It burst from her convulsing lips, washing across the grass in two repeating gushes.
The male moaned, tongue still trapped inside her. He pulled it out, slurping the rich, fertile ooze with a quick gulp. His hindquarters lowered and he pushed his taut form forward into a thrust. It didn't even touch her scales, yet the male kept humping at the air, again and again. His cock writhed and stiffened, until it became straight as a tail between his shivering flanks.
The azure dragon bared his teeth, hissing a most unusual moan. His member throbbed, its flared tip bulged and expanded. Then it spat.
Veyrana yelped as the first burst of seed splashed against her tucked wing. She tried to shake off the hot slime, yet it still clung to her.
More spurts followed, wetting her scales in quick, short bursts. Veyrana hissed at just how little it took for her mate to release his seed. The gooey, ivory slime dribbled onto her haunches and pooled into her tail hole. She tried to shake it off by swaying her tail, to no avail. Pinned under her mate, all she could do was stare at the twitching, spurting member.
He whimpered once the throbs lessened and shifted his snout towards her messy areas. Veyrana squeaked and pressed her tail against his head to direct him towards her slit instead. Then, she approached his slack member, flicked her tongue over the tip to catch all the slime on her fine barbs. The male growled, thrusting feebly. Veyrana allowed him to slide into her maw, if only to taste his exquisite aroma. The smell and taste of his fertile seed aroused her like nothing else, and she savored every lick before she released him. Her own folds shivered with desire. She nipped and licked at her mate, directing him to her convulsing slit. He got the cue. Only, this time, he clambered over her side to straddle her.
Veyrana arched her neck to give him another encouraging lick across his snout. The male yelped at that, shuffled forward, and pressed his haunches tight against hers. His member tensed with the eagerness of the first thrust. The tip brushed against her belly, hardened, and slid upwards, towards her inner haunch. It lodged there, spasms wracking its length as he spilled his essence again. Veyrana winced against the tickling sting. She shook her paw to get rid of it, but her haunch pressed harder against her mate's member with the motion. He whimpered, and more seed burst from his member to slide across her belly.
Veyrana snarled. He spent too much of his essence already! She folded her wings tight against her sides and swung onto her back to lodge herself right between his haunches. Her mate's member slid across her belly in search of her nether depths, lower and lower, until it lodged inside her slit. The sensation took her by surprise. It felt strange, to be suddenly filled! She growled harsher the more he slid in. She throbbed, squeezing and releasing his taut length. He only sank halfway inside her trembling depths before his hindquarters bucked.
He drew back, his member glistening with her juices. Then, he thrust.
Veyrana shrieked, harsher and louder as her mate buried his length into her. Her slit widened and sucked in his bulged tip with a wet squelch. He felt perfect; large, thick and rough in just the right amounts. The pressure exerted on her sensitive flesh urged her to grip and secure it. Veyrana growled, tongue sliding out of her maw. A jolt of fiery pleasure spiked through her. She curled her tail tighter around the male's hind leg and raked at the soil with weak, trembling claws.
Her paws kicked and her jaws snapped shut when he retreated, only to plunge back in with a wet squelch. Her scales burned and her muscles tightened with the thrill of the mating. It felt overwhelming, unlike any licking and prodding she did on her own. She roared her want for more, and her mate complied, moaning harshly as he thrust deeper into her vent. She felt him twitch within her, and noticed his hindquarters shaking with strain. He was close. So close. Veyrana squeezed him, squeaking at the ripples of bliss his throbs sent through her sensitive insides. Veyrana released him, clamped down upon him, then released him again. She wanted to be filled by the same seed she tasted, and she wanted it now!
Her mate let out a feeble whimper as he stopped. His wings sprawled open to support his trembling limbs as he pushed deeper inside her, until their bellies met. Veyrana roared, feeling his member writhing, convulsing and swelling within her, stretching her tight walls to their limits. Fiery tendrils coiled around her lower belly, pressing tighter and tighter. She held her release back for a heartbeat, two heartbeats, savoring the short moments of pure bliss.
Then, her mate loosed his seed inside her with a drawn-out yowl. The first jet pierced through her layers of muscle to splatter against her inner sanctuary. Never before had something pierced this deep and this rough. She faltered, enough for her slit to contract and spew forth the pressure she held within her.
Veyrana felt the air leave her chest as she was stimulated beyond her capabilities of understanding. This new pleasure was strange, demanding, consuming. It dwarfed her sight and smell, forcing her to focus on that terrible pressure expanding inside her lower belly. Her jaw tightened so hard it hurt. She couldn't fight it no matter how tight she squeezed. Within a heartbeat, the fire washed across her, flowing like a molten eel.
Veyrana roared, as harsh and loud as her clenched maw allowed. She kicked at the air, stretched her wings open and flapped them with slow, feeble motions while milking every drop from her shrinking mate. His legs bucked and trembled with the toll of release, more than his now spent member.
He pulled out to shuffle and crash a few steps away. Veyrana followed him with an eye, but her hazy vision still flickered with the afterglow of her first release. Everything felt stiff, almost sore, and her lower belly felt numb under the thick layers of seed. She shifted onto the side. Excess fluids cascaded across her belly to slither and dribble onto the grass bellow. A growl escaped her. Although warm and soothing, it still felt like grime to her scales. Yet, when she curled her neck to lick it off, her sore muscles protested.
Veyrana crashed onto her back, breathing hard and fast. It felt...surreal. Everything happened so fast! Her mate's licks, his first thrust, her own release, and the way it grappled and twisted her senses.
That's why she wanted it to happen again.
She called at her mate with curt, soft yelps, and he limped towards her. Veyrana shoved his wing away with hers when he moved to cover her. That's not what she wanted. Her mate growled his confusion, and Veyrana nudged at his chest, again and again until he exposed his belly to her.
She went straight for the shriveled tip, nuzzling and licking its tender surface. Strings of seed still clung to it. He caught them against her tongue and rolled it shut to taste it. It bore a foreign fragrance; sweet, slightly sour and smooth like nectar. She swallowed it and demanded more through licks and nudges across his limp member.
Her mate's paws trembled and shook as she started to lick across his entire length. Veyrana continued her treatment, regardless of his whimper, all the way to his slit. She pushed her tongue past the muscular slit, feeling around the hard, bulbous flesh inside. The male growled softly, kicking a hind leg. Veyrana wriggled her tongue, pushing this way and that. Yet, no matter what she did, his member didn't stiffen or grow. It didn't even throb and pulsate! When his snout pushed her away, Veyrana growled, pushed him aside, and returned to lick at...
It was gone. Veyrana turned to her mate instead. She rested her chin against his forepaws while his tongue slid across every scale of her body. She closed her eyes under its slick warmth, basking in the tingle of her scales and the shudders of her muscles under his caress. But it lacked the fire, the intensity of his throbs within her, the...
Veyrana shook to awareness when his tongue slid along her slit, and her mate drew back. She growled her acceptance, and he began lapping up their combined fluids. Veyrana shut her eyes, humming. Each stroke tingled more than the last. After several licks, she growled her rising lust, and when her mate dug her snout to pierce deeper, her slit twitched to push out a glob of clear liquid.
Her mate slurped it, snarled, and returned to lick at her swollen folds with renewed vigor. He placed one front paw on her other side, spread his hind legs wide, and shuffled forward to present his budding member to her.
Veyrana's heart pounded in her chest at the sight of it, at the promise of a second, stronger climax. Her hind paws jerked at the thought. One connected with her mate's jaw. He growled and applied a slight bite to her distracting paw before his snout dipped into her underbelly scales. She tensed up when he took in her scent, licked once, and buckled his hindquarters for the first thrust.
They roared in unison when he entered her. Veyrana's frame shook with elation and her jaws shuddered as she clamped down on the intrusive member. His member convulse whilst trapped between her muscles,yet still it wriggled into her tighter, narrower, slicker depths.
Veyrana yowled. She squeezed harder, faster the more she took in, and trilled in satisfaction when he sank all the way to his bulbous base. It felt right, and tight! His flared tip brushed at her innermost areas, sending jolts of fiery pleasure throughout her frame. She squeezed him hard to feel every bump, ridge and bulged vein before she let go of him. Her mate let out a feeble growl as he pulled out his glistening length with a wet squelch. He sniffed at his tip, licked it once, then pressed his body tight against hers for a second thrust.
He missed and thrust at her flank, into her hind paw, along her belly. Veyrana angled her body to receive him, and her mate split her slit open with a quick, mighty thrust. He slid in all the way, then retreated, only to shove his weight into her again. Her juices slipped through narrow gaps, coating her mate's belly with a glistening sheen. Some dribbled back onto her purple scales while some formed gooey bridges between her slit and her mate's member.
Veyrana shuddered at the sight. It stoked her lust and roused her curiosity. She arched her neck to give his tip a brief lick. He released a few stray drops upon her twitching tongue, and she carried them deep into her maw, tasting them. He was so fertile. So young. So tasty! Veyrana growled, fangs clattering with arousal as he thrust into her again. He missed and tensed at the touch of scales rubbing along his tip. He drew back, aimed lower, and thrust again. This time, he found her entrance and pried it open with a firm push.
Veyrana cooed her bliss. She rode the increasing waves of pleasure each sloppy, heated thrust brought. Her tail coiled around one of her mate's hind legs and her hind paws gripped his flanks for leverage. The same burning pressure welled within her underbelly, deep and unfathomable. Each stroke of her mate stoked her climactic ascent, until her breath stuck in her throat due to its intensity.
Above her, the blue dragon spread open his wings. The undulating motion of his thrusts coaxed her to push her lower belly upward for better access. He responded with a growl and slammed his hips against hers.
He shoved his member all the way in, so hard and fast Veyrana shrieked. Overwhelming bliss flooded her senses. Her body shivered quivered in unison with the tremors of her insides. She kneaded along her mate's length, hard and fast, until he swelled with unspent seed and stretched out her tight walls. He teetered on the edge of release. All it took was one last squeeze from Veyrana.
Then, he burst with a harsh whimper.
Veyrana roared against the hot, piercing flood. Her insides trembled and squeezed to milk his seed, so hard and so often she hit her climax. Fiery ripples of elation washed through her, breaking her roar into stuttering whimpers. Her paws curled in on themselves, and her tail coiled around the first hard thing she grasped. Each spurt of seed stung, and tickled, and burned with fiery pleasure, urging Veyrana to relax, let go, and breathe.
She did, and the haze of delight lost its potency. Her mate tapered off inside her, yet his member still pulsated weakly, and occasionally throbbed to let out a delayed spurt. Excess fluids fled along her side to pool into a paw mark on the ground. It filled it to the brim, and trickling rivulets formed. More spilled past her folds with each faint spurt or contraction as her muscles continued to squeeze, grab, and release her mate's member.
Veyrana craned her neck to lick at his flared nostrils. His tongue met hers for a brief touch and retreated back into his half opened maw. He shivered with the strain of mating, and blood dribbled down his wounded haunch. She comforted him with licks across his neck and nuzzles under his chin until his member shrunk enough to come out. He crashed on his side not a moment after, his eyes half closed and his breath sporadic.
He was exhausted. And so was she.
Veyrana followed his example, suddenly heavy with all his seed. She rolled onto her slick belly, trudged over to his side, and draped a wing over his smaller body. The azure dragon hummed in gratitude and nipped at her front paw. She did the same, picking one thick digit between her teeth. They were so big compared to her slender ones! And he only had three of them on each paw. He peeked at his hindquarters to make sure, then turned towards him with a faint growl.
For the first time since she encountered him, she brushed her mind against his, allowing her thoughts and emotions to flow across the newly formed bond. His own crossed through, and Veyrana shuddered as one stood above all: fulfillment. The whirl of thoughts dispersed, his emotions faded, and all that remained was a lingering presence at the back of her mind, new yet strangely familiar.
She reached towards it, and her mate perked up as her thoughts flowed into his mind.
Why do you have such clumsy feet? Veyrana asked.
He looked around, his posture stiff and his wings twitching into their joints.
You have three fingers instead of four, so you're not from these parts.
Instead of replying, he gave her a short, apprehensive lick across the snout. Veyrana poked her tongue out in return, but he already drew back. His eyes darted back and forth, avoiding hers.
Veyrana sighed. Even hatchlings knew of the mating bonds and how they formed. Why did he refuse to indulge her curiosity? She rumbled with the urge to prod him, but her eyelids suddenly turned heavy. She had a lifetime ahead with him, and her questions could wait for the morning sun.
She lowered her snout onto his paws and pressed her cheek tight against his. At least his feet, clumsy as they were, provided better cushioning than hers.