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Did I tell you my rule about first drafts? Never get them out of the box. They are meant for the author's eyes only, for other readers are unprepared for such shocking revelation. Does that sound terrifying? Good, because you are about to read one. If you encounter mistakes or oddities, please ignore them xD

This is another incomplete story I dug out of my archives. It was planned as a much lengthier work, but for a number of reasons I decided to discontinue this project. Nevertheless, I think it's better to get it out rather than keep it in the dark. There's a generous amount of female on female smut, followed by a bit of plot development.

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Aryi licked one of her paws. Her tongue slid between each toe like an eel, leaving the small scales damp and slimy. The female lifted her scaly paw, washing everything up to the curved tips of her ivory claws. She disliked the taste of earth almost as much as the barren rock resting her oversized bulk. The scent of trees was distant, and thousands of wingspans above the ground bred only barren stone. The song of the birds did not grace her ears and the soil did not shelter her claws, which slid with a soft scratching sound every time she shifted.

Licking her snout once, Aryi dropped her head on top of a slick forepaw. A growl escaped her, fierce like the breeze whipping her drooped wings. She should have gone hunting. The taste of meat would have dulled her stinging desire. Even scouting the valleys seemed an enticing choice. The light favored her eyes, the wind caressed her wings, and every male within a thousand wingspans would be upon her.

Aryi scratched the stone with a single claw. A poor distraction from the vivid images flashing through her mind. Her tail whipped to the side, twitching restlessly as her nether muscles kneaded upon one another. Several males were around her, prodding and flicking their generously sized tongues around and inside her exposed sex. The flurry of warmth quickly became unbearable. Aryi shifted on her side, roaring out her desperation. She hated hesitant males! The heat of the prelude turned into thorough mating within a heartbeat, and Aryi snarled to contain her growing excitement. He was so rough and vigorous, her male! Pushing his whole length into her, he rewarded her licks with growls and nipping.

Aryi's claws flexed. Heat blazed under her scales, dispersing into tingles of elation. She expected the climax any moment from now. Tail lifted, hindquarters upraised, she pushed back into her imaginary mate.

But no thrust followed to sate her convulsing sex. Aryi snapped her jaw and slammed her paw so hard against the stone she yelped. A softer growl answered her, barely registered by the distressed dragoness. She cared not for the mission, the mages, or the barren mountain that held her captive. The heat stole her full attention. It stirred and itched and shifted around her lower belly, sending her nether muscles into involuntary jolts every so often. Infuriating throbs! They numbed her every sense, turning her thoughts towards mounting. She could think of nothing else but males and their leaking members. She imagined a blue one, bearing the color of the sky upon his hide, lowering his great head to sniff and lick at her sex. His tongue slid tantalizingly under her tail, claiming every trace of liquid lust as it slid inside her...

Aryi jerked. Her wings flapped once, and her bony claws slid raked the stone. Fire traveled under her spine, expelled by a breath-cutting throb. The dragoness closed her eyes, growling her need as her lips embraced one another, producing two spurts of cloudy fluid. Whipping her head around, Aryi clamped her teeth around a hind paw and squeezed. Pain shot from her leg, traveling across her flank until it met the damp inferno raging around her lower belly. The two essences mated one another, prompting another growled out spurt.

Aryi snarled when the tingling pleasure peaked into another spurt. She groomed her hind paws, nuzzled her wing joints until they felt numb from relaxation, and nipped her tail so hard she drew blood. Nothing worked as far as distraction went. The wan flesh glistening with her fluids beckoned her, and the savory smell made her tongue water. Flicking it like a snake, Aryi dabbed at her sex.

She expected the thrill. She expected to be consumed by that devouring lust. She expected that tingling delight only felt during her heat cycles to erupt and tense every string in her body.

But instead she was greeted by a mass of scales and claws and teeth. Nari liked to pounce on everything, especially on distracted prey. Her maw darted for the neck, but this time she wasn't offered any edge. Aryi pushed with all her might, feeling the scales give way under her claws. Leaping away, Nari roared out her discomfort. Another mistake. Rushing with predatory glee, Aryi tackled the emerald female. They tumbled on the ground, growling and raking at each other.

Conflicts between dragons were never gentle. Scales were torn, blood oozed from pierced hide, instincts flared. Reasoning took a backseat, having no place in the spectacle of claws and fangs that ensued. Aryi snapped and lashed with everything she had, forcing her aggressor on her back. Wings flapping uselessly, the pinned female kicked and roared until coughs were the only noise expelled from her tightening throat.

Aryi released her grip. Blood wet her fangs, carrying the metallic scent deep into her maw. She eyed the oozing punctures, then stepped back, suddenly confused. Nari was a valued companion. A loved one. The scent of her scales and the warmth of her wings always provided needed shelter. Aryi lowered her head, trailing her tongue over the slashes marring the female's wan belly. Nari was right. Distraction worked. For a few moments, Aryi's head didn't swirl with lustful thoughts. It stung with the deep pain of regret. Fights ensued even between wing sisters, but the depth of the gashes hinted more at a proper mauling.

"You lick me like my mother," Nari growled out. "She licked me just like that, tickling and prodding my belly until I roared my heart out."

A hind leg jerked as Aryi passed a bloody curve. She continued her treatment, paying more attention to Nari's scent than her words. It vastly increased the closer she got to the base of her restless tail.

"She had a caring touch, yet not as..." a hiss escaped between Nari's tight jaws. "Elaborate as yours."

Aryi drew her head back. In the throes of her heat, she hadn't realized she exchanged blood for something much sweeter.

"Lingering was not my intent," she licked her snout, fangs bared to taste the fertility of the acquired taste.

Nari scrambled on her paws, growling eagerly. "A pity. Not even my mother had the insight of pleasuring me after a fight." She licked Aryi's snout lovingly. Their tongues twined and darted around each other as they nuzzled and rubbed, wings first, limbs after. Bonding was integral in healing the wounds of every scuffle, but right now this dance of sensual licking made Aryi all the more lustful. She retreated to the cliff's edge, closely followed by her jade-scaled companion.

"My own mother sneaked her tongue everywhere, leaving no mating details untold. She told me a tale every time she...bathed me," Aryi said.

"That spoils the surprise." Nari pushed her flexible neck under Aryi's legs, catching a quick lick on her exposed sex. She leaped, almost gliding off the cliff's edge.

"You know better than teasing me," Aryi snapped as she shuffled backwards. Her legs tripped against one another, dropping the golden dragoness on the cold ground. She hissed briefly and coiled her lithe tail around her form, sheltering her drenched lips.

Nari approached despite the warning growl. She settled out of Aryi's striking distance, dropping the tip of her tail on top of hers. "I know better than idly waiting for it to pass."

"What would you do, then?" Aryi challenged.

"Aside from licking myself dry? Nothing."

"I tried that," Aryi looked westward. The sun had set, allowing dark tendrils to choke the only bastion that wasn't yet choked by night's veil. "Licking only enflames that insatiable desire."

Nari crawled closer. "If only we had a male in our midst. As bright as they declare themselves, the Sun Scythes are as dense as the dunes they hail from."

A male... Aryi's thoughts darted towards her first mating. She remembered her first well. "He was an eager drake, my first mate," she said. "Pounced me during a midnight hunt and released halfway through the first thrust."

"Eager indeed!" Nari closed the gap between them. "How did it feel? Did he pierce you deeper during his peak?"

"He trembled all over, roaring his flames out until he coughed like a dying beast."

Nari moved in her horned head, licking her heat-stricken companion excitedly. Unlike before, Aryi didn't protest. She lost herself in that memory, rejoicing the warm licks of her mate and his bulging member spewing its fertile essence inside her.

"I liked him..." she closed her aquamarine eyes, melting in Nari's gentle touch. "He knew how to impress. We remained together for half a moon, hunting on the ground and dancing in the sky with no care for the clutch I was about to bear." Aryi extended a wing, inviting her companion at her side. They snuggled in a tight pack of wings and limbs, delighting in the warmth of each other.

"I should have fled," Aryi confessed, sniffing and licking around the punctures she inflicted. "The mages can't outfly us."

Nari pushed her away with a forepaw and clamped her jaws behind her curved horns, nipping around a neck spike. "No. They'll just appear out of nowhere, trap you with a word and enslave you with the next."

A pity the Sun Scythes involved less teeth and tongue with their capturing methods. Aryi leaned her head back, hissing softly between her parted fangs. "That's what they did with my last clutch. They stole all my eggs, hatched them in some pampered cave, and twisted the minds of my hatchlings with their vile teachings. They're three seasons old now, able to mate and sire their own broods without knowing who their mother is or what it means to be a true dragon."

Regret and sadness crept through the cracks of her vanishing mirth. She couldn't dwell on the hatchlings. Not when her instincts urged her to fly out and surrender herself to the first male she encountered. Out here, the only possible mates were the Drab, unless she traveled back days inside the reaches of the Empire.

"You didn't fail them, sister. The same happens to every female until we are released from these bonds. If we endure a clawful more tasks, we'll have the privilege of raising our young!"

"One hatchling out of several. That is our reward for slaughtering our kin."

Nari blinked. Decisions came easy for a female several seasons ahead of her. Nari had her share of skirmishes and the scars to prove it. She also reached a high enough Dahn to be respected by her captors. They allowed her to raise half of her clutch, imposed no restrictions where flying was concerned, and gave her the opportunity of choice.

Aryi had none of that. Killing was all she knew. Humans first, beasts after, and now dragons. She had to slaughter own kin, return to her squat cave on the ground, and have her eggs traded like coin...All so she could live another day fighting for the whims of two-legs.

Aryi roared. Mages aggravated her even more than the lack of a mate during her peak. Who were they, to change the balance of the world and throw everything into chaos? Sapient two legs -at least those who were a part of the empire- branded them as Gods. Almighty beings that dropped down from the skies to ward off the famine and the war tearing the Empire apart.

She never believed that nonsense. Two-legs had a thing for warfare. Prey never sufficed, mates always had one defect or another that ended up in rejection, and territories never were broad enough. That lead to conflict, and scavengers were never far from carnage. It was such with the Sun Scythes. These rock-skinned two-legs came from nowhere, wearing pelts and shiny metals around their arms. They took control over half of Raelor in less than a season and proclaimed their Absolute Resolutions, a code of laws that basically meant every living being within the borders of the empire was either a slave, prisoner, or property of the Shifting Dunes. No race stood against them because none had the means.

Not even hers. Prime Dragons became pets, while the rest of their race fled beyond the Hungering Sea. Rumors spoke of different breeds of drakes, with magic potent enough to obliterate entire cities. Other exaggerations Aryi deemed unworthy of her attention. Her race did change during the hundred years since the war of the Twisted Fangs. That's why she found herself on the barren peaks of the Jagged Mountains; to hunt her malformed kin. They had four limbs, broad wings, bony horns and a proper tail stretching behind their spiked backs, yet their scales were drab like the earth. That made them different, and for the Sun Scythes, different meant dangerous. They disliked how beasts paired with the two-legged wolves from the mountains. Said it's unnatural. Deemed it an abomination and proclaimed the ultimate sentence.

And that was two full seasons ago. The Culling had yet to reach its peak. It swallowed more lives than any predator had the right to and spread even to the unknown continents bordering the Empire.

"Tell me more about your mate."

Blinking, Aryi was treated to the warm eyes of her sister. She touched her nose to hers, breathing a warm gust over her sensitive scales.

"My last?" Aryi asked.

Nari licked her snout approvingly. Aryi nuzzled into her neck, nibbling the assortment of scales. The ones around the head were much softer, widening and acquiring wicked edges closer to the chest. Aryi lingered near her beloved's head, licking with short flicks of her tongue. "There isn't much to relate. Crimson scaled, like the metal touched by our flames. Vigorous. Playful..." she let her words disperse into a soft growl.

"Would you desire to fly together with him in the high skies?" Nari asked, retreating her neck.

Aryi thought about that as she leaned in the warm embrace of her jade scaled sister. "I would, yet...he was sent to the Shifting Dunes to be elevated to the third Dahn. One step closer towards freedom."

"You don't know what those trials imply."

"I care not to," Aryi said. "Whatever the price is, I will pay it."

Nari remained silent. She knew more than she was letting out. A dragoness of her expertise should have earned her freedom by now. Why she chose to remain in the shadow of the lowest rank Aryi did not know. She didn't want to.

The emerald dragoness rose on her fours and carefully moved behind Aryi, passing each paw carefully above the straight spikes jutting from her sun-scaled spine. Nari always favored bright colors. A dragon's hide was like their flame, warm and filled with life. Once she found proper position, Nari brought her pale wings forward, shadowing the cold light of the stars. Aryi was met with soft nuzzles along the back of her neck. So soft and sensual... She twitched her wings, neck arching under the careful prodding. The circular touch descended towards the shoulders, trading dry rubs for the moist caress of a long, muscular tongue.

Aryi couldn't take it. She dropped on her back, snapping at nothingness. Her wings stretched and shuddered, assaulted by a most delightful touch. The meaty joints had enough strength to keep a dragon airborne for a quarter of a day, but now they couldn't even keep the tense membrane straight. Aryi's wings trembled and twitched, stimulated by the slick caress climbing towards the extremities.

Lust flared within her heated body. Her toes curled, and the membrane of her cream colored wings stretched and tensed, feeling every barb of the lengthy tongue washing over with slow, deliberate strokes. Aryi whimpered. Her wings felt weak. No scales protected them, and every lick felt as arousing as if it touched her bare sex. Whipping her head around, Aryi licked furiously at anything she could reach. She couldn't remain idle, else she became wild with lust. Teeth grabbed here and there, gripping and sliding along scales until settling for a forepaw. It wasn't hers.

Nari shoved her away with a push of her snout, growling mischievously. She had something in that playful stare of hers. Desire, love, and even lust. Aryi didn't ponder as she rushed to bathe her wind sister with a flurry of licks. She focused around the snout, licking between scales and fangs alike. Heat had a strange way of arousing both male and female. Nari responded in kind, tongue dancing all over the invading snout. Aryi welcomed the twitching eel in her own maw, tasting it.

Nose to nose, the dragons stared, growling strangely at each other. This short prelude was infuriatingly similar to the bonding preceding the actual mating. In her heat addled state, Aryi made no difference. Her instincts craved for touch, and her companion offered plenty. Breaking the tender connection with a snort, Aryi lashed out with a forepaw. She tired of this teasing. Her mate was supposed to be inside her by now! She grappled her companion's neck and aimed for a bite.

Nari shook off the gripping claws and lunged forward. Aryi had no time to brace. She lost her balance, falling on her side.

The two females roared and snapped at each other, a pile of paws, wings and tails. Bites never held, and claws only slid along scales in this dominance contest. Aryi warded off every strike, but she hesitated. Her instincts urged her to submit. There was no shame in surrendering to her prospective mate. Delays were futile when she craved to be licked and have all her fire drenched out by torrents of fertile seed.

Aryi rolled on her back, paws grabbing at the elongated neck stretched above her. She had no proper mate towering above her, but that mattered not. A tongue was all she desired.

Nari slithered between her forepaws, tickling her chest with infuriatingly quick rubs. Aryi kicked her hind legs while pulling the towering menace closer with her front ones. A costly mistake. The breach in her defense was fully exploited by Nari, who wasted no time in dashing her tongue along Aryi's sweltering lips. She whimpered at the arousing touch, tensing with expectation. The following lick sent shudders along her spine. Tail twitching wildly, the dragoness beat her wings once, warding off the intense heat expanding from within. Nari pulled back after a third lick, cleaning her drenched snout with a quick swipe.

Aryi shivered with pent-up lust. She slapped her tail, flanks buckling to drive out a short spurt of liquid heat. Nari sniffed around the goo, hissing softly before her tongue lapped around the overflowing lips. The stimulation was unbearable. Aryi yowled, thrusting upwards to meet Nari's cold nostrils. The rigid scales briefly rubbed against the puffy lips, sending a jolt of elation along her restless tail. Her muscles contracted once, sucking in the emerging tongue. It slid inside Aryi like a hot, slippery member, scratching its barbs on the fluid drenched flesh.

Aryi's breath caught. It slid inside too fast, pressing against her needy lips like the flared tip of a lust crazed male. They shuddered like wings in the wind, trying to grasp the much too agile tongue. Nari pulled out. Her barbs scraped the untouched flesh in all the right places, sending an overwhelming spike of pure pleasure.

Aryi didn't have time to roar. The snarl came out choking, muffled by her clenched jaw. Every muscle in her body felt tight as her nethers convulsed. A sliver of fear rushed deep from within, melting the female's pitiful resistance. She felt on the verge of bursting. The pressure spiked, and her blood burned with lust.

Closing her eyes, Aryi surrendered to the unchained bliss. Three quick spurts gushed out in quick succession, hot as life itself. Nari's snout hungrily pressed against the oozing source, lapping the overflowing slime. Aryi kicked at the air, finally able to release a strained roar from her clenched throat. Release never felt so fulfilling. She clenched her sex with all her might, urging as much lubrication out as she could muster while desperately clinging to that invading tongue.

She faltered just as it slid halfway inside her. Her wings drooped, her talons relaxed, and breath returned to her. She basked in the afterglow, licking her fangs. She released quicker than expected, and with greater intensity. Fertility peaks had certain advantages. Aryi felt lively and rested, eager to take on the most challenging of tasks.

Even if those included another orgasm. Licking briefly between her trembling lips, Aryi roared out her need. Heat was infuriatingly unreliable. One moment she felt calm, and in the next she felt like a drake chasing females. Pushing her snout deeper, Aryi circled her sex. The touch felt exquisite, prompting the faintest of growls. She paired rubs with licks and penetrations, trying to bring herself over the edge. Nari approached her snout, sharing her own tongue. She was met with snaps and threatening fangs.

Blazes, was it hard to climax! Her heat burned higher than ever, unquenched by the dry release she had earlier. With no seed to quench her lust, Aryi became desperate. Another scent was needed. One not unlike hers. She fully gave in to the consuming lust as she stretched her neck under Nari's belly. She sniffed and licked the air eagerly until her tongue found its mark.

It was wet, exposed, and dripping with desire. She slurped hungrily, tasting the fertile scent upon her tongue. Sweet and filled with lust inducing scents, it made Aryi hunger for more. She delved her tongue deep between the wan mounds of flesh, prompting a loud growl from her ecstatic companion. Her tail flailed around in rhythm with her trapping walls. Aryi pushed past the nubs of flesh, meeting an array of fleshy protrusions. She pushed her wriggling tongue between them, spreading them apart. Contractions rewarded her, strong and healthy. Aryi pulled out, eager to taste her acquired aroma.

Nari roared. Her flanks gave in, slamming her wet sex on Aryi's snout. For a few seconds, Aryi breathed nothing but pure female essence. She never craved for her own gender as she did now. Licking deliberately along the edges, she slid back inside, jabbing the tip of her tongue repeatedly. The scalding lips parted and clenched, trembling in this unusual contest of speed and penetration. Aryi pulled deeper, only to find her tongue trapped inside the indomitable defenses. She knew Nari wouldn't resist for long. She trembled like a leaf, eager to surrender her essence.

When Aryi slid out, a cascade of sultry fluids fell upon her snout, drenching both her maw and nostrils. She sneezed once, then scooped up the spurting essence with quick sweeps of her mobile tongue. Nari fell on her side, panting. Release took a greater toll on her. Her hind paw gripped one of Aryi's horns. She ignored it, focusing on cleaning the spent female.

That was until a scalding presence returned between her hind legs. Aryi was thoroughly soaked from the previous experience, and much too close to the edge of release. She snapped defiantly at her companion.

Not now. I... she wanted to say, but her maw refused to obey. Pleasure claimed her once again, fettering her senses. This release was so strong she felt numb. Pumping out her essence again and again, Aryi moaned against her departing strength.

The exertion left her on the side, panting. For a few breaths, she stared at Nari's tail. The tip flicked here and there, curling every so often.

"We shouldn't have..." cold air rushed in through her parted maw. "Shouldn't have done that."

"Why?"

Aryi craned her neck. Nari licked between two claws, amber eyes bearing into hers. "It spent both of us. We shouldn't-"

"We're dragons. We don't tire that easily," Nari growled mirthfully. She found her fours, padding towards an exhausted Aryi.

"I know, yet this isn't a proper cave. Any rogue male straying too far from his lair might descend upon us."

"Wouldn't we both want that?" Nari said. She was so close now. Her nostrils flared, sniffing around until the two females pressed their glistening snouts together, rubbing lovingly around each other. Affection was the best nutrient next to meat and seed. Aryi growled softly, melting in the simple rubs. Her tongue flicked out, tasting her own juices as she met Nari's own fleshy eel. Their tongues met, brushing against each other like snakes in heat.

Nari broke first. Aryi watched her pad closer to her tail. She lifted a hind leg invitingly, expecting that tantalizing caress on her twitching sex. Nari sniffed briefly. She didn't seem intent on licking. Turning around, she licked her snout and padded back, tail sweeping behind her. Maybe she heeded reason, but that gleam in her eyes hinted at something else.

Opening her maw to voice out her confusion, Aryi roared, clenching desperately around the invading presence. It was cold and long, shocking her sanctuary with its rough, abnormal length. She felt pain. Stinging pain, drenched out by throbs of pleasure. Her roar climbed several pitches, turning into a wounded moan as the presence slid deeper. It was too thick to be a proper member, prodding deeper than any male had the right to.

Nari brought down her head, licking her distressed companion. "Relax...let it fill you. You know better than resisting."

Dropping her head, Aryi clamped her jaws shut. The pressure filled her to the point of bursting. Fear gripped her amidst the haze of pleasure. How deep could it reach? It breached past her outer sanctuary, aiming for her very core.

She opened her maw. Words. She wanted to speak, but only yelps and whimpers came out. She felt thoroughly abused by the unexpected intrusion, and at the same time, fulfilled. The quickness of this mounting and the roughness scrapping along her most sensitive of places felt like nothing else.

"Almost there..." Nari growled softly. Her words were hardly as encouraging as her tender licks. Tightening around the wicked rod, Aryi roared. It reached too deep, prodding the source of her very heat. She pushed against it, flapping uselessly. To no avail. The abnormal member slithered forward, stimulating her in equally peculiar ways. She felt tight and exposed and helpless to the whims of that beast. It fed on her fire, turning pleasure and lust into something more wicked.

The dragoness kicked her legs, eyes moistening under the intense strain. It felt like a molten spear pushed inside her, flaring her need to unbearable heights. How deeper could it get still?

Aryi took several rushed breaths and blinked. Colored stars danced before her eyes, and a sudden feeling of weakness washed over her. She was close. Much too close. An inferno raged from within, eager to push the defiant intruder away. She froze, tail coiling around a hind leg to still the enraged lust.

Her vision became thoroughly cloudy when every ember of heat coalesced into a mighty riptide. She burned feverously, eager to expel her consuming heat. She felt the torrent erupt from her very being, a pressure of need and lust so bright it dazed her. The molten fluid traveled along her lower belly, setting every scale above her sweltering depths on fire. It slithered past her abused insides, healing her scraped flesh with nurturing moisture.

Aryi hurled her head towards the sky. It was so close to her abused lips. So close....Release was within her grasp, yet something blocked it. She clenched once. Twice. Thrice, feeling only the defiant rod wedged inside her. Aryi roared pitifully, drawing out her the little air she had inside her. The pressure dazed her. Terrified her. She couldn't hold it in. She pushed against it, driving the tip even deeper.

Then it happened. Her churning insides contracted so hard she choked. Her lips clenched hard around the oversized member, pushing the fluids forth. The pressure build up, finding no available holes to gush through. Aryi thrashed. Paws kicked, wings flapped, nethers flexed furiously around the oppressive obstacle. The pleasure became so intense it scared her. Stars danced before her eyes, and no breaths satisfied her parched throat.

With a final, trembling roar, Aryi released. The pent-up ooze shot out in a thin, rushed stream, dribbling below her. She flexed her abused flesh repeatedly, forcing every drop past her enlarged hole. Nari gripped her throat, licking and nuzzling her companion during her peak.

And what a climax it was. No male ever sated her such. Every contraction pulled the intruder deeper, and every brush against her untouched insides summoned forth spasms over spasms of intense delight. Aryi moaned to the skies like never before, wailing her completion.

Relief hit her like a hammer, dropping her to the ground. Aryi panted, eyes closed, limbs splayed on either side. It took more breaths than she counted to steady herself. The sparks vanished, replaced by the dark greys of the night.

"What..." she licked her overly dry mouth. "What have you done?"

The dragoness stopped dashing her tongue along her forehead. "I relieved you of your urges."

"How? It was lengthy and thick and pierced me deeper than any male ever had." It was still inside her, prompting a soft yelp every time Aryi flexed her nethers.

"Grrr. That is a fitting observation, though I was mindful of any watchers during my mating moments," Nari growled, wriggling her dripping tail.

Aryi moaned like a pitiful hatchling. "You used your tail to relieve the urge?" It wasn't surprising. Aryi tried different methods. Rubs and licks worked best. They were precise and tender, unlike her claws. She winced at the memory where she actually stuck one of her talons inside. More blood gushed out than any release produced.

"Quite often, yet my own is never as fulfilling as another's. It doesn't reach this deep."

Aryi roared, feeling the rod fill her past her capacity. Pain flared, raw and primal. "Out. Pull it...grrraawrrr...out."

"It will give you another. Keep it inside a bit more. Get used to the length, and-"

Aryi caught one foreleg and bit into it. Nari yowled, wrapping her own jaws behind Aryi's neck . "Your heat will give you pause for the night if you agree with me. You will sleep undisturbed, and-"

Another growl interrupted her. The pain became too intense to bargain. Aryi crawled forward, snarling at the rubbing of scales against flesh.

"Stay your paws," Nari dropped a foreleg on her neck to fetter her movements. "I will do as you desire."

The expulsion happened in an instant. Aryi's insides registered the pull before her mind did. They collapsed upon one another, summoning forth another roar-inducing release. The female rolled on her side, squirming like a youngling as streams dribbled across her cream scales. It lasted briefly, but wore her out completely. Aryi's neck felt stiff, unwilling to curl and reach beneath her tail.

"Rest," Nari said through a hiss. "I will clean you and hunt whatever meat roams these mountains."

Aryi tried to rise, but her limbs trembled awkwardly, collapsing upon one another. She felt so weak!

Nari pushed her head under her chin, licking encouragingly. "Don't strain yourself."

"My legs. My wings. They feel..." she couldn't find proper words to describe such clumsiness.

"I know. Mating is draining, and you just had a clawful of releases."

"I didn't mate."

"Does it feel that way?"

Aryi didn't answer. She nuzzled her companion as she departed, cried in bliss when she tongued her, and fell asleep when she flew into the blackened sky.

Something thundered across the valleys. Aryi's eyes snapped open, scanning wildly as she shot on her paws. It was dark, almost impossible to discern any shape save from the jagged peaks surrounding her. Walking awkwardly atop the incline, Aryi growled. The wind carried a flagrance she knew too well, along with the scent of blood.

Wings flapped. She crouched, neck arching behind her flared wings. The beats were long and powerful, undeniably belonging to a dragon. Which one, though? The wind shifted southward, veiling the intruder's scent. Aryi didn't wait. She pushed against the stone with all her might and unfurled her wings. The furious currents sped her enraged beats. The dark shape turned, growling in her direction. Aryi rose above it and pulled into a dive. The veiled dragon whirled to the side, avoiding the collision by several wing spans.

Aryi spun, tail slapping against the powerful drafts. She flexed her claws, eager to sink them into the approaching shape

A growl came, soft and pitiful. That wasn't a challenge, and the dragon was definitely not an intruder. Aryi crashed into her wind sister with a yowl of delight. Paws wrapped around her, and four licks wet the scales between her eyes. The dragons fell into a pile of amorous growls and limbs, splitting only to land on their exposed cave.

Aryi landed the last, tucking her wings to the sides. She pushed her snout under Nari's to nuzzle and lick, only to be welcomed by the stench of seared flesh. Aryi licked once, stealing the taste of burned flesh from between the crisp scales. Nari snarled, backing away a few steps.

"It's charred," she released a hiss strained with pain. "No amount of saliva will heal my ruined hide."

"Mages?" Aryi snarled. Only magic inflicted such wicked wounds.

"Wolves. I happened upon two of them. I killed one, but the other was too quick." Nari dropped on her belly, yowling in agony until she turned on her side. "He blinded me with white flames, buying enough time for their beasts to pounce me."

"Did they follow?" Aryi approached. The scent of fresh blood filled the air.

"I killed them," Nari growled. "Killed them all..."

She dropped her head, whining quietly. Her sister was miserable, of that there was no doubt. At least she had the sense to remain still. Aryi inspected the wounds up-close, not trusting the half-moon to reveal them. Bite marks climbed up to her horns, small enough to be of any concern.

"Tend to the others," Nari said. She wasn't wrong. A generous number of punctures broke through her neck, exposing the meat underneath. Aryi licked them quickly, descending past the frayed scales of her chest. She encountered no lacerations until she pushed her head past Nari's shoulders. One single strike sheared her belly, splitting it in three different places. Aryi poked her tongue inside, summoning an angry hiss.

"He got lucky, that storm-ridden whelp. Kicked right as I crushed his throat."

"They lack depth," Aryi added, washing her tongue across.

"Scratches made by a senseless hatchling. He should have fled instead of gawking over the corpse of his master."

"And deprive you of the thrill?"

Nari craned her neck. "Two-legs were enough. These dragons...they gave me no choice."

There was a slight weight in her voice, though Aryi couldn't know if the wounds or regret were responsible. She cleaned the cuts thoroughly, then shifted her attention towards the burn. It covered Nari from one leg to the other, sparing the wing and most of the tail.

"We need magic or something that can mend-"

A roar reverberated across the clear sky. Both dragons growled, heads arched towards the valleys spreading just under the moon. Aryi made out a shape. No. Two.

"All, you said?"

"Their blood was cold as my claws."

"Certainly their nest mates haven't agreed with your methods."

"None were nearby. I flew around two times before returning to our den."

"I will hunt them down," Aryi took off. Tried to, if it wasn't for the clutch around her tail.

"We will," Nari bared her fangs.

"Nonsense. A single claw along your side can spill your insides."

"Only hatchlings get tackled." Again that talk of hatchlings. Aryi shook her tail, freeing herself from the pitiful grip. She was going alone, and there was nothing-

"I will need my flames."

Fire against dragons was highly unreliable, but they were the least concern. Wolves were far more dangerous with their spells, and they burned well.

"Just stay out of their reach."

Nari agreed with a growl, and both females dropped over the edge, soaring towards the pale light of the moon.

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