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*Italics indicate characters are speaking 'telepathically'

**Welrils & Vimetans are subspecies of western dragons in this world.

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You think this doesn't affect you? The drake to my left asked. The one being addressed, a drake of dull brass scales, flicked his tail and his eyes narrowed at us.

Stop eating the bones, you've asked that enough times, he said dismissively, you're becoming quite annoying. With an arrogant raise of his chin, he added, a_nd no, I can move away from this mess any time I want, unlike you lot._

I'll say it as many times as it takes for you to understand, I said, blatant a tone as possible, they're going to lay claim to every inch of land they can, including yours. I doubt you'll be eager to surrender to them, and they'll be very eager to try and kill you. I glared at him hard, Fighting them alone is the fastest way to a short life.

He chuckled, shaking his head, The Welril drakes are better suited to represent dragons as a whole, he said in a contemplative, almost curious tone, I have considered crossing the ocean to live among them, if for nothing less than to be rid of you nuisances. His narrowed gaze returned to me, disapproving and critical. I shifted my wings, hiding my surprise as best I could and consulted the drake next to me.

Cross the ocean? The Welrils aren't likely to take even him in with this behavior, he said, echoing my own concerns.

_Savek, we have to keep him here, and get his help if possible, but we cannot let him leave,_I said firmly. He nodded before returning his attention to the other male.

Morduth, he addressed the other drake, Welril society has changed nearly as much as ours; you'll find no more sanctuary amongst their territory than here. The least you can do is help to preserve your own way of living.

Morduth's grimacing muzzle jerked in a snort, I'm valuable enough that you're willing to come here day after day begging for my help, holding the belief that with my help you can hold onto this territory. He reclined onto his haunches, yet you think I would fare no better across the ocean, in a place that has changed so much, it has become an unknown land._He regarded us with a smug grin, _Has the unknown become so much of a danger to your society, you'd rather shut yourselves in?

I sighed, this was an argument his flawed logic would never let him lose. He seemed to enjoy our attempts at convincing him and failing every time, a kind of dominance he would never be able to hold over us physically, thanks to our firearms.

If we're to talk of shutting oneself in, Savek replied, then tell us what you've been doing living out here, in one of the smallest free territories near the Crater.

Oh, I have my reasons, skinny whelp. Authority and an edge of arrogance filled his voice as he turned his vile tone on Savek, If you live long enough, you may actually understand some of them.

His attitude was grinding on my patience, and it had already been worn thin by his seemingly pointless reluctance. I growled at him,We understand them better than you think, and they're a poor excuse for standing by while this invasion destroys everything around you!

Destroys? He spread his wings outwards, gesturing at the entirety of his cave, You're the only ones I've seen destroy anything around here, and that hasn't been much of anything. He loosely folded his wings, letting them droop by his sides. I'm not worried about a few humans walking about anyways; they're rather fragile if you haven't noticed.

I closed my eyes and drew in a slow lungful of air. If we kept arguing with him, he'd only waste more of our time, and we'd lost enough doing that already. Only a few options remained to us, one which I was very sure would work, but I had been extremely reluctant to try it before, to the point where I had deemed it was not a choice at all. With our lives at risk and time running out however, the consequences didn't seem so bad anymore.

Let me try alone, I said to Savek, focused so only he would hear, I think we're down to our last option.

He turned to me with inquisitive eyes, Are you really sure that's something you want to do?

I shook my head, What you and I want is more important than this, you know this too Savek. I nudged him with a wing and turned to the exit. I'll make it up to you, I said.

He followed in silence. At the entrance to the cave I could see the sun hanging low in the sky. Long shadows were cast from the trees and rocky cliffs, obscuring small pockets of the land in shade. The rolling landscape was silent in the evening light, save for the light whistling of the wind that played over the trees and the opening to the cave, the gentle breeze making for a tempting invitation to take to the skies.

Savek sat down near the edge and looked intently at me. Don't be worried about me Kayrel, you're the one both of us should be concerned about. His tone was calm. I don't think either of us can really be sure about him, you need to be careful and make sure you have some amount of control, something to hold over him. Just- He reached over and gently nuzzled me, make sure this is worth it.

I will, I replied, pressing back against his snout as his scales softly rubbed against mine. His scent, barely noticeable to my unrefined sense of smell, lingered as he drew away. I helped him check his harness and equipment, tugging on various straps and packs. He checked that his rifle and sidearm were primed and safe, then flipped his weight system up to his back and dropped to all fours.

Safety upon your wings Kayrel, he said, even if they're confined to this cave.

And safety upon your wings Savek, feel free to check back on me. I'll leave it to your judgment, I know it's good.

He smiled at that, Thank you. With a sweep of his grand blue wings and a small cloud of dust, he was gone.

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Turning back into the cave, I unlatched the counter-balance attached to my tail and flipped it up to my back. The weight shifted forward and brought me down to all fours, catching myself with my forelegs. In the cave Morduth was laying on his belly, his head resting on his forepaws and his eyes focused on me with a look of boredom. Occasional flashes of yellow met my eyes as he flicked his long tail back and forth, a bright contrast to the actual dull brass of his scales.

Get up, or you'll be on the floor for the rest of the night, I demanded, advancing on him with a low snarl and a slap on the ground from my swinging tail, brushing the frill spines on the end of my tail against the smooth stone floor. His response was a little slow in coming, but just as aggressive as I was hoping.

What's your game now? He replied with a snarl of his own, slowly standing up and raising his wings. My rifle, secured to the underside of my harness momentarily drew his attention. He likely realized I had no intention of bringing it to bear while I was on all fours, and he bared his fangs at me. Are you finally looking to challenge me?

No, I'm looking to make an agreement.

Kill me if I don't help? He spat vehemently. His anger caught me off guard. Aggression I expected, considering what I had in mind, but anger? He would have no reason to be angry if he had the slightest idea of what my intentions were.

No you clueless witherwing! I already told you I know your reasons for staying! I paused, then added, Unless you've suddenly decided to help the Kasvarians.

That might not have been the wisest thing to say to him. If it was true, he might assume I knew more than I really did, and then try to kill me. If it was false and I offended him enough, he might try and kill me anyways. My bet was on false. The muscles in my body tensed in preparation, and I began slowly spreading my wings.

His snarl tapered off and his expression was replaced with a quizzical look as he stopped baring his teeth. The unsettling pressure I felt on my mind from his anger disappeared, and I relaxed.

You think you know my intentions? You'll have to convince me otherwise.

Females, like me. Without the three females in our unit, I think you would have left in a moment's notice when you saw we brought Comarrian authority with us. We had started circling one another, initiated by him, but with a change of step I walked straight up to him. He stepped back, then stood his ground, intrigue clearly in his mind.

And why would you believe that? A small emotion, nothing more than a spark of anticipation filtered into his voice, dismissible in a casual conversation, but it was enough proof for me. I stood opposite to him, our snouts a few feet from one another. His breath smelled faintly of a combination of ozone and sulfur. He was one of the heaviest-built miners any of us had ever seen, and to smell his natural breath weapon, even without him using it was a testament to how strong it was.

Your roaming friends are about as fickle as you when a conversation wanders into someone else's life. I rudely butted the tip of my snout against his, but he didn't recoil or flinch, and I stepped to the left towards his flank. He watched me for a moment, the slightest hint of uncertainty contorting his otherwise hostile gaze. After I had moved a few mere feet, he turned his scaled body towards me and hugged his wings close.

This much determination, if this is truly what you're presenting me, his expression changed to a malicious grin, isn't something I can turn down.

Then you know exactly what's going to happen, I replied, sidestepping a little faster to match his accelerating movements and returning his grin with a far more aggressive expression and a snarl. And there is one thing you must honor. One year of service to the Comarrian Territories, under my command.

_Only one year? That's hardly any time at all; you can consider me under your 'command' once we're done. To my satisfaction of course._He let out a soft growl to accompany his grin.

I had little doubt that he could best me in any physical endeavor involving strength, but that was beside the point. We needed his help; my personal preferences were secondary compared to what we could lose.

As long as you keep your end, I'll keep mine. I snapped at him and continued growling high in my throat.

I'll rut your virgin body like no other, he snarled, dramatically baring his teeth and flaring his wings, and you will remain below me as a female should. I didn't really like the sound of that, but I doubted I had much choice.

Without hesitation I leapt to the side, sweeping my wings to give a few extra feet, then immediately launched myself at his flank, all my limbs tucked in. He twisted his rear to align himself with my hurtling body, and tried to tumble me with a swing of his wing. With such a short distance he didn't quite have enough time, and I impacted him at the base of his wings with blunt force, staggering him. His flared display left his other wing in a position to thrust down and keep him from falling to his side. Him falling over was the favored, but practically impossible alternative in my ultimate goal. Curling his claws inward, he used his right paw and hind leg to push me back as his momentum brought him back towards me. A little balance kept me upright, but before I managed to fully recover he took full advantage of his reversed momentum and with an incredibly quick, graceful turn, only possible after years of experience with fast, agile maneuvers, leapt at me as I had done to him.

His mass was significantly greater than mine, and hit me hard enough to send me onto my side. Keeping my claws and teeth from his scales and wings, as long ago it had become far too easy for a pair to savagely wound one another in a courting battle, I shoved his paw away with the side of my head and kicked at his opposed hind leg as he tried to mount me sideways. The move caused him to collapse on me, initially feeling like I had only helped him in pinning me down, but his fall was an uncontrolled one, and he clearly didn't expect to hit the short rifle still secured to my underside as his belly involuntarily jerked inward at the contact. Already pulling my legs back as he fell, I kicked his underside and won a few feet distance between the two of us, enough for me to scramble to my feet and increase the gap between us. His reaction seemed a fraction too slow for his supposed eagerness, but I leapt at him again, unwilling to let any opportunities pass by.

His wing, which had hidden a quick movement of his legs, swept up to batter me to little effect. His legs however, had been positioned to allow him to push off the ground and quickly rotate upwards, freeing all but his wings to grapple with me as I descended. It was that quick thinking and effective deception I knew would help us survive, but in the moment it only served to warn me of a slim chance of freeing myself of his grip once I landed.

On contact with his body, I immediately tried to push back off of him, but his legs quickly entangled my own and he swept his wings up in an attempt to align the length of my scaled body with his. I tried wrapping my tail partway around one of his wings and use my own to hit at him as a distraction, but his strength overcame my speed and he soon had me tail-to-tail, wing-to-wing with him, and immediately and fairly roughly tried to flip the two of us to finalize his mounting of me. It didn't work his first try as I threw my weight to the opposite side, trying to free my legs to grasp and hold him down so I was the one mounting him, but he gripped me tightly enough without puncturing scales, skin or membrane.

The second try was successful, and I was forced to snap my wing in to avoid potentially breaking it under his weight, surrendering an enormous amount of control to him. Unfortunately it was more than enough for him, and he quickly had me firmly pinned to the ground, the both of us panting and tightly straining against one another for dominance that he had clearly won. The bare scales on his groin ground against mine as he finalized his hold over me, and his wings rose up to beat the traditional 'count' for mounting rights. As much as I struggled and even managed to kick one of his legs out from under me, he easily swung all three beats of his wings, then lowered them around me in what a witness might see as protective.

A savage grin split his panting snout. You are now mine to mount, mate, and rut as I please Kayrel, he said, using my name for the first time that day, and normally reserved for insulting me on previous occasions. A fine fight for a fine, virgin Vimetan female, he added, looking up and down my orange and brown patterned scales, then back to my eyes.

You'll have a hard time finding one of us if you ever leave, I replied defiantly, or never choose to help us. Despite my tone, I relaxed and released my fighting grip from his body, spreading my hind legs apart in a comfortable position and placing my paws across my chest.

You seem strangely unbothered to be losing your virginity to a rough, disobedient vagrant like myself, he tried to say mockingly, but too much curiosity crept into his voice for me to feel any offense. Though you do know how to get what you want, he admitted, I could hardly disagree to help with this sort of incentive.

I believed you would, I said, squirming a bit to get out from under him, it's good to see my faith not misplaced, leaving out any trace of sarcasm, as much I would have liked to do otherwise. He took alarm at my movements, gripping me and grinding our slowly swelling and rather hot groins against one another, causing me to gasp very slightly and shiver.

I won't be so willing if you try anything more; he said sternly, where do you think you're going?

Grabbing my rifle with both paws I pressed it harder against his stomach, Do you want this, or anything else I'm wearing to get in the way? He lifted a little off me, eyeing the weapon as I added, I don't, so please get off of me for a moment.

He snapped his eyes up to mine with a low growl, I think you can take them off right here.

What if I let you force me to the ground again? I asked. I had a hard time keeping my tone positive, but I was hoping to appeal to his lust. The offer seemed good enough for him, though he demanded I remove the rifle first, which he pushed to the opposite side of the cave before letting me up.

After he let me up, I slowly began walking to the right, not towards my rifle, but to afford him a perpendicular view to my orange-red scales and brown patterns as I tried, not entirely successfully, to gracefully remove my packs and equipment along with the harness they were attached to. His eyes followed me intently, going up and down my body, along my wings when I flared them, to my paws when I slipped something off. My own eyes moved back and forth between the occasional fumble with a strap and his body, and I was somewhat delighted to see that not only was he an eager, but also a very virile male.

His penis had slowly, to me erotically, slid from his swollen sheath, and a thin layer of his pre-seed gave his hardened, black flesh a bright sheen that shone through in the dim cave. His size was impressive, coming to a length and width I knew from... well, personal experience, would fit very snugly, but not painfully within my vaginal passage. My hymen had long been broken of my own accord, but it was easy enough to tell a virgin from a mated female if she did not keep her mind tightly enclosed, and I had never bothered trying to keep it a secret. The base of his cock had a sizeable knot that I knew, from conversations with friends and even a mutual masturbation session with Savek, would flare upwards and downwards before ejaculation, and a small series of deep ridges along the underside caused me to draw in a breath upon noticing them. The tip flared slightly outwards then tapered to a broad point where I could see a slit opening to his urethra, my imagination leading through that black shaft and into his body, not knowing male internal anatomy but still magically finding his internal testes and the sperm contained within. My imagination proved to be a little vivid on occasion, though probably inaccurate when it played out in my mind like that.

His breathing quickened despite my inexperienced and occasionally clumsy display, and he let out a low, nearly inaudible rumble as I reared onto my hind legs to remove the counter-balance on my back. The stone floor felt smoother than it truly was as I spread my legs apart, giving him an eyeful of my swollen, now parted sex as I reached my paws to my back. I flexed the muscles between my legs, visibly parting and narrowing my exposed slit, and I could see and hear his breath quickening with the expanding and contracting of his broad, muscled chest. While he looked over me, occasionally fixating upon my lower half with quivering lips that appeared ready to part at any moment, I used my paws and wing tips to loosen, unlatch, and finally let slip the heavy balance system from my back. The sliding weight along my tail pulled me backwards, causing me to shift my hips forward to keep my balance and tense my muscles, tightening my surprisingly sensitive passage. I drew in a fast, deep breath, muzzle hanging open and my long forked tongue barely contained at the sensation, and noticed the black length of his penis curving up and down ever so slightly, the motion of the deep ridges below enticing and taunting to my eyes. I had forgotten from conversations that the distinct male feature was slightly prehensile; Savek hadn't demonstrated that for whatever reason. The sight of Morduth flexing himself and the distracting thought of Savek's longer and more slender light-blue shaft doing the same caused me to fumble again, my grip slipping on the weights while I tried to pull them off my tail with both wings and only one paw.

I was too aroused to be embarrassed as I recovered, returning both my wings to my tail to finish slipping the weight system off, and he was far too excited to care. His wings had gradually drooped to the floor, and he slowly drew them side to side along the ground, sloppily synchronized with his swaying tail. His muzzle finally opened to take in deeper breaths as I began working on the lower half of the harness itself, and I was hoping rather futilely for a graceful removal. Returning to my haunches but keeping my legs spread, I stared into his eyes, and after I settled down he glanced up and noticed my gaze. A wide, sincere smile pulled his opened lips to the sides, his eyes narrow and his tongue slipped free to complete a rather satisfied, but controlled expression.

Your ability to entice and tease seems to be in conflict with your experience, he said, his tone revealing an even greater degree of lust and arousal than outwardly visible, even from his flexing cock and hanging tongue, I'm tempted to say you've done this sort of thing before.

With all this fumbling? I asked with a grin, accidentally slipping my paw while pulling at a snap-button. Glancing down to check the button, the small metal studs were still connected, and I yanked them apart before looking back up. As usual, my eyes lingered on his groin. Noticing my fascination he undulated his hips while continuing to flex, slowly bobbing that enticing, glistening black flesh a few feet up, and a few feet down. The sight was a bit much this time, and I hissed in pleasure as my heated vaginal walls grazed my clitoris.

Our eyes met again while my paws went back to work on the harness. I'll leave that speculation to your wandering mind, I said_._He didn't need to know about my evening with Savek, especially the attempts at erotic dances each of us had displayed to the other. We had done it well after stripping out of our harnesses of course; otherwise I would have been significantly less clumsy in front of Morduth. I had tried a little bit of dancing, he had done an awful lot of strutting and just plain showing off, much to my delight, and neither of us had even planned out anything. At some point we just sat down and watched each other masturbate, hardly a care left in the world as we pleasured ourselves to climax. The thought of Savek smoothly walking and swinging his lithe, attractive blue body while proudly displaying his majestic wings and long, and so very enticing slender malehood was intoxicating. Almost as much as being in the presence of this aroused, thoroughly worked-up male and inhaling his strong scent. Placing them side-to-side, I would have chosen Savek and his friendly personality in an instant over Morduth and his sexual capacity. My personal preferences however, were not of the greatest importance at the moment.

Another rumbling approval came from deep in his throat. Y_ou can tease with a few words as well as your body._ He stretched his neck to each side, keeping his eyes fixed on mine, Did any of my... friends, mention how much I enjoy foreplay?

I narrowed an eye at him, loosening the third to last strap as I did so. No, I don't remember any of them saying anything of foreplay, besides how much they'd like it from me. I snorted at the memory. A comment from one of the roaming drakes had strongly hinted at sex, and it was rather rude considering I had met them for reasons entirely different from my visits with Morduth.

Well, he licked his upper lip, brushing his short barbels, _I normally don't._Standing up, the fluids from his sheath and penis dripped more copiously to the ground, each pulse and throb spilling forth more of his pre-seed, and he sauntered up to me. Through his nostrils he drew a deep breath near to my muzzle as I watched him, and took another as he lowered his snout to the entrance of my warm, swollen vagina. He didn't touch my sex yet, seemingly content with the sights and smells of my draconic form. His head came back up to mine as the last strap came apart, and his tongue came forth in a surprising but welcome sign of affection as I felt its wet warmth drawn along my face. I closed an eyelid to keep it from touching my eye, and the harness finally slid free from my sensitized scales with a push from my wings. Further to my surprise, he wrapped his tongue around one of my sensitive barbels and suckled on it. The soft, warm sensation encouraged me to tighten the length of my vent, brushing the muscled walls against my internal clitoris and drawing deeper gasps than before.

After I had completely freed myself of the harness, he said, This display of yours has been quite a treat, I may need to give you the same pleasure someday. I tried not to roll my eyes at him despite having them closed, since he was still licking me. I believed he would try to make this an enjoyable experience for me, but that just sounded too much unlike his usual, ever-present hostile personality I had come to know for weeks. That he was showing a different side was a nice, even pleasurable change. But, I knew that other, difficult and disagreeable side would still be in there after he was finished his 'mounting, rutting, and mating' of me, as he would say.

Aren't 'rutting' and 'mating' the same thing? The thought had made me curious. I hadn't ever heard of any real differences between the two terms.

He drew back from his licking of my scales, and gave a short, snorting laugh. Oh no my dear Kayrel, one is quite different from the other, if we consider our original traditions. His eyes brightened up as he continued, A 'rutting' is the feral, sometimes wild mating of old, with great force behind the one's hips and raw pleasure on one's mind. He reared onto his hind legs, sweeping his wings out and bucking his hips forward for effect, his dripping length coming within a couple of feet and spurting some of his pre-seed onto my belly scales. The liquid left a slight warmth that I didn't mind one bit. He returned his paws to the floor and folded his wings, A 'mating' is the gentler, passionate joining more favored by those living within civilization, such as you. He undulated his hips and flexed his hard, dripping penis as he had before, his eyes looking back to mine, I guarantee you'll enjoy both, a gentle mating is always easier, and oooh sooo much smoother when you've been thoroughly warmed up.

I gave him a skeptical look and sarcastically remarked, Thanks for the demonstration. His eagerness had clearly removed most of his social inhibitions, and I was seeing a side of him so different than his norm that it was becoming awkward at times, particularly his thrusting demonstration as he so enthusiastically described 'rutting' to me.

He didn't seem to be bothered by my lack of enthusiasm, instead smiling and returning his tongue to lick along the top of my snout. I would hate to see a young, untouched lady like yourself be unaware of my full intentions. The touch of his tongue was a pleasant sensation, and I tipped my head down to allow him easier access. He continued, And I hope you remember that it was you who suggested we will be spending the rest of the night together. After placing his final lick along my face he stepped back, slowly moving half-a-body length away and lowering in a slight crouch. Now about the incentive for letting you up, he said with a low rumble in his throat.

I wasn't about to say no to him, so I stood on all fours to face him on equivalent footing, my wings loose on my back, the warmed flesh of my passage contracting pleasantly, fluids slowly seeping from between my hind legs, and my breath hot and heavy in anticipation.

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Is this what you're looking for? I asked in a calm, even tone, sweeping my tail back and forth. He glanced to my tail, then to my eyes.

Turn to the side, and it will be, he answered, hints of aggression slipping into his tone. I began turning to my right, keeping my eyes on him for signs of any sudden movements. He had to have been watching my eyes closely, because as I glanced at a twitch of his wing that looked out of place, he launched himself at me. Taken by surprise, I wasn't able to do more than flick a wing at him in a mindless reaction before he landed on me. His right paw hit my shoulder, unbalancing my footing, and the rest of his body came right after it, hitting me with enough force to shove me in the opposite direction instead of simply flipping onto my side. My front half came a foot or more off the ground as I yelped in surprise, and he snapped his wings out before falling. I rotated upwards, his paws forcing my shoulder up, back, then down from where it had been, and with his wings turned and lined himself up as I spun.

I hit the ground with a snarl and the rustle of my wings, and his body came down to straddle me. His paws landed on either side of me, on top of my sprawled wings, his hind legs came down behind my own, and his tail slapped onto mine. His body forced my legs apart as he slid between them, and the tip of his shaft slammed through my virgin folds. His hard, slick flesh spread my body open beneath him as the snarl in my throat jumped to a high, piercing whine from the sudden penetration as he took my virginity in one hard, fast stroke. I arched my back and threw my head back with bared teeth. In that instant, I knew this would be unlike anything I had ever felt before. His large, hardened cock burrowing into me spread a warmth I was experiencing for the first time, while my outer folds wrapped tightly around his descending girth. His hard, fast stroke into me came to a halt as his knot bumped against the tight resistance of my muscles, already squeezing and contracting against him. The weight of his lower body driving into me allowed a few mere inches of his knot to spread my opening a little more before stopping, and without giving me time adjust or even think, he quickly began pulling back out. With practiced ease he slid out, keeping the tapered tip less than a foot within, then savagely drove back into me. My soft, slick walls parted to accommodate him a second time, the hard, ribbed underside grinding against my clitoris as he angled himself, regaining control of his footing and thrusting all the way to his knot. Sharply and loudly I whimpered in response, not knowing quite how to deal with the fast, jarring pleasure of his wide shaft slamming into my most private depths.

A snarl of feral pleasure grew from his throat as he pulled out of me a little slower, and I managed a deep gasp for air as those stiff ridges dragged along and pressed into my clitoris. My maw was hanging open and my tongue lolled out between a wide gap in my teeth as he lowered his head next to mine, a low snarl on his bared fangs and my wet folds closing behind his receding tip, much as I would suck on a bone as I pulled it from my maw. An instant later he rammed into me, his knot getting no further than before as it slid to a stop against my strained opening, my tongue slipping back in before another high whine snapped my teeth together and curled my lips back. The thought of my muscled walls tightly wrapped around his rigid length matched the raw sensations I felt, and the combination sent a great spike of pleasure under my scales that neither could accomplish alone.

His deep snarling continued as my head fell to the side, my barely controlled muscles unable to support the weight as his hard, hot flesh ravaged and claimed my virginity on only the third stroke and my senses were overwhelmed. What little control I had remained around my lower body, enough to allow me to wrap my hind legs around the base of his tail as he roughly drew back, and to begin squeezing my vent along his retreating length. I felt his scaled lips press against the side of my muzzle, parting to let his hot breath and the sound of his guttural rumbling pass over me. He hid nothing of his perverse, carnal pleasure in deflowering my body, and I hid nothing of my own intense pleasures in slaking his lust. With my mind I reached out, pressing and sinking my senses into him, wanting him too, to feel the raging fires he was building beneath the scales of my loins as he took me. His mind pressed back against my own, just as our bodies pressed and slid against one another's slickening scales, and as he lunged with his hips and drove into the tight warmth of my body, his own senses shared with mine. I could feel him drive into me, raking, then grinding into my clitoris as I gasped, an unusual squealing noise pealing forth as my diaphragm dragged my lungs open in reaction.

The feeling shared between us was so vivid, I could almost feel his body as though it were mine, as though I were the one sinking that great girth into the blissful heat, the soft virginal flesh of a female. It was a wonderful sensation, and it overwhelmed my mind. Holding my breath, dazed by the shared pleasures washing over me, I barely noticed his knot rub against the softened scales surrounding my parted folds. The beginnings of a question began forming in my mind as he dragged our hips apart, spilling more of his pre-seed along my walls, my thoughts centered on his thick knot. How long until he would push it into me? Would he force it? Was it going to hurt? My hazy thoughts were interrupted when his movement changed; he pulled back along my underside instead of up, drawing his tip against the top of my vent. He didn't slow as he had before, but instead let the head audibly pop out, spraying the scales on my underside with what had been a mix of his pre-seed and my own under pressure, the splattering barely loud enough to be heard alongside my rapid breaths and his low growling. Breathing faster than ever, I tilted my head to look at the gap between our bodies, not quite knowing his intent.

His chest lowered to rest against me, pressing the sticky layer between us. He slid forward, gliding along my slick scales, and then stopped to align himself, his muzzle coming to press my head back to the floor. With a relish he couldn't contain, he gave a powerful thrust of his hips, sinking into me with a lustful growl. His knot bumped into my strained folds as I let out a soft whimper I couldn't keep in, and then he pulled his entire body back, sliding along the fluids trapped between our bellies and pulling his warm shaft from me. Leaving the tip within, he slid forth, slamming his length back into my passage, and with another jolt of pleasure I answered my own question. Sliding back and forth on my belly, lubricated by our mating fluids, was easier and faster than his previous thrusting. Much faster, to my surprise.

Another thrust, then another, he was baring his fangs and snarling with such lust that he might have been little more than a sex-craved animal, vigorously rutting my previously virgin body just as he said he would. My loins were burning so incredibly from the raw sensations of his thrusting, his great malehood descending into my body, the hard flesh parting my soft, sensitive walls, the deep ridges digging into my clitoris with nearly every stroke. I wanted more; I wanted to wrap myself around every inch of his shaft, to feel his knot, to feel his hips, scale-to-scale with mine, to feel the rush of his seed. A snarl rose from my throat as my breath quickened and deepened, my body flexing against his in an effort to reach climax.

Our tails wrapped around each other, my hind legs pulling his hips towards me with each thrust, and our muzzles hung open to permit the faster, harder breathing that came with such a vigorous mating. My outer folds stretched around each descent of his girth, and each contact of his knot would send a pleasant jolt through my loins. With his wings wrapped around our thrusting bodies, our tails tightening and loosening every few strokes, and his firm grip on my sides, I felt him surrounding me, enclosing and holding me against him, covering me to block out the rest of the world. His hard, passionate thrusts filled me from within, pushing into me and occupying every gap, every empty space I could conceive of. I did not simply feel his body, I felt him both within and without, both filling and surrounding me in a world of raw pleasures, of scales and muscles and rampant lust. Sliding, grinding, panting and gripping one another for a time I could not keep track of, we tried to keep our mounting pleasures equal. A harder thrust from his hips, a tighter grip from my muscled walls. Minutes or hours may have passed, it didn't matter. My mind felt to be in a timeless expanse, his steady, hard strokes into me beating to a rhythm that seemed to go on without end.

Then, he suddenly changed his rhythm, lifting his hips instead of sliding, and slowing his passionate thrusts. Slower and slower he pushed into me, until the pleasure abated enough that I could think clearly. Almost enough for me to want to pull at him to restore the force behind his thrusts, if only to get a little closer to climax. I hardly wanted him to slow down at all, but I figured he had some reason. So I waited, trying to think more about how much of this virile male I had inside of me, the sheer size of his malehood that parted my folds and slid within me, instead of how much slower he was going.

Speaking for the first time since he had begun rutting me, his voice high from the carnal pleasure of taking my virginity, he said, You are nothing like what I've felt before Kayrel, your body is so much more welcoming, tighter and warmer, and you, his open muzzle turned, then enveloped my own in tight kiss as he slid his teeth between mine, locking our jaws together, so generously gave your virginity to me. His tongue twined with mine, then began sliding against it, tightening then loosening with each slowed thrust.

My heavy breathing had returned to a pace that didn't make me feel as though I would hyperventilate. I exerted more control over the muscles just beneath my vaginal walls, first convulsing, and then squeezing down to massage along his length whenever his knot bumped into me. He rumbled his appreciation and slowed his strokes even further, remaining within me for longer intervals as I worked to return some of his efforts. The rapid jolts of pleasure slowed to a smooth flow, allowing me to relax and mentally sink into the wonderful sensation of his malehood sliding within me. With the slower pace, I was able to notice his slight throbbing, and even the pre-seed his body continuously released in spurts. The buildup of fluids had probably been enough at some point to fill my passage without Morduth's cock occupying it, so copious amounts had spilled out to coat both our loins, stomachs, and part of our tails. It had the strong, arousing smell of both male and female musk to it.

Concentrating a bit to focus my thoughts, I pressed some of my own pleasure to him as I spoke. You weren't my first choice for my first mating Morduth, but you're certainly not disappointing me yet.

And that! He exclaimed, ignoring most of what I had just said while giving me a meatier thrust, I've never had anyone share that before with me, I didn't know that was possible.

That was a little odd I thought, it was normally common knowledge that the physical senses could be shared at a short distance. He loosened his jaw and pulled back from me, his breaths calmer and slower as he stroked back and forth, and my breathing synchronized with the movement of his body. Why would you not know about that? I asked, You didn't grow up alone or around just Welrils, I know that.

I'm not sure, his thrusts weakened as he seemed to contemplate the thought; there was simply no mention of it I can remember. This time, I did pull him back harder, hissing with satisfaction while he snorted a surprised laugh as his knot bumped me. I'm sorry to have made this fine lady impatient! He remarked with a grin and resumed strength behind his hips.

Before you continue, I interrupted as he began speaking again, when are you planning on actually getting that knot of yours inside of this fine lady?

_You mean this?_He stopped his thrusts and pressed the length of his penis harder into me, his knot beginning to spread my swollen folds further. I gasped and held my breath, thinking he would push the entirety of his thick knot into me at that very moment.

As I squeezed and drew my tight muscles along him, I could sense him looking intently at me. After slipping a few more inches in, he stopped with a guttural, snorting laugh and a stupid grin on his face, and slid back to rest his knot against my entrance.

Yes, that, I said with irritation as I finally released my breath and felt my folds contract to wrap around the narrower width of his cock, just above the knot. If he was going to keep playing with me like this, it wasn't going to be very long before I broke the terms of the tradition and got on top of him instead.

As soon as we're done talking, if you like, he answered.

Can that be now? I asked dryly.He growled in response, and I felt his wilder, more feral side bubbling to the surface.

It certainly can, he said in a tone that dripped with lust, and a whole lot of aggression that was starting to turn me on.

For once I felt properly prepared; my head was already on the floor, my legs around the back of his hips, and my muscles loose and relaxed, particularly in my loins. His rear lifted into the air, slipping his shaft from me, then rammed back down with more force than ever. My high, piercing whine split the air as nearly his entire length ground along my clitoris in an instant in its path to my cervix, and his knot began forcing apart my already strained folds. His weight drove the knot deeper than before, but still stopped short. The stretching of my outer folds was getting closer to the border of becoming painful, though still a ways away from it, and his own pleasure at my tightness was palpable as he savored the contact between his knot and my soft flesh. Massaging him as he pulled back, I tried relaxing. As he slammed his weight back into me, I could do little to control the constricting grip of my muscles that resisted him, squeezing to stop the progress of his large girth again. I sharply whimpered in response, and he let out another viscous snarl.

My own efforts to tie with him became nearly as strong, and nearly as forceful. I bucked my hips and pulled at him with my hind legs, his tail slapping down against mine with every thrust. Again and again we thrust against one another, our straining muscles aiding his descending weight until finally, I felt my folds spread, then slip around the base of his knot as our hips collided with force, the sound of wet scales slapping together magnified in the tight confines of his cave. I let out a short, barking roar as his tapered tip slipped into, then split open my cervix in a flash of sensation and I almost panicked, expecting it might be pain. Nothing had ever passed into my cervix before, and I knew nothing of what to expect. The slight flaring of his tip rested just inside my womb, and I could feel his every ridge, every contour of his massive knot all the way to its base, every pulse and throb of his flesh as he spurted heavier ropes of pre-seed straight into my womb. The flash of sensation almost immediately washed over me with intense pleasure and I began panting in ragged breaths, massaging him within my body with barely controlled muscles. His growling grew at my ministrations, and he flexed his tightly-seated cock within my passage to dig his ridges into my clitoris, drawing a whine as ragged as my breathing while the pleasure layered on. It felt as though I might melt away from it all, to lose my mind and swim in a sea of pleasures, devoid of worries and reasons and anything unrelated to the male on top of me, buried in my depths and snarling his satisfaction to me.

Our pleasures didn't fall, but for all the grinding and squeezing, it also didn't rise, though I wasn't in any state to think about it. I didn't really need to anyways, as suddenly he pulled away, straining his knot against my opening and pulling me with him, an intensified growl on his lips. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing heavily and letting my legs slip from his tail, my hips rising while my taut folds, gradually sliding back down his knot, carried the weight of my lower body. Being stretched open again felt wonderful, the curved surface of his knot slowly sliding through my vent, then his entire length slipping from my body as I gently fell back to the ground. Pleasure from the knot leaving left a pleasant tingling in my loins, and he had flexed to stroke against my sensitive clitoris, leaving a warmth that mingled with the tingling, enjoyable but not enough to satisfy.

Resting on the ground, I reflexively relaxed, and a moment later felt his weight slam back into me. Roaring my pleasure to the sky, or at least the ceiling, my inner walls parted under the force of his hips, his deep ridges grinding into me and sending my pleasure to greater heights. Forcing my cervix open and tightly wrapping my folds around his knot a second time, he hilted the entirety of his hardened, throbbing shaft within me as the wet scales of our hips slapped together. My ecstatic roaring would have died down to a whimper, had it not been for the distinct, exotic feel of his knot flaring, the hard ridges of flesh growing and sinking into the top and bottom of my passage, deeply pressing into my softer, more pliable flesh that was meant for them. Morduth took in a deep lungful of air, holding it in as he flared into me. He released a loud snarl, unfurling his wings to the sky before finally roaring his pleasure, his shaft beginning to throb as I gripped him with such strength that I might have been afraid for him to leave my body.

He came into my womb, spurting thick, hot ropes of seed from his tip to paint my innermost walls, spreading an incredible warmth into the deeper reaches of my body. The muscles in my loins tightened around his ejaculating length, each throb and pulse I could feel all the way from his massive flared knot, along his ridges and to his tip that flexed inward with each disgorging of his seed into my body. His warm seed, his lustful roar, the strain, the grinding of ridges into my clitoris all pushed me into my own orgasm, intensifying the roar that was beginning to make my jaws sore and my lungs burn in exertion. Ecstasy and pleasure coursed through my body, and uncontrolled muscular spasms wracked my loins, constricting him in a vice-like grip as ducts in my vaginal walls opened to let loose a flow of fluids that washed over his entire cock. Pressure overcame the seal between his knot and my flesh, and each throb delivering his seed brought a spurt of the fluids from between our groins.

A deep-seated, barely noticeable part of my mind grew to the forefront of my consciousness, a feeling I'd felt before in Savek's company. The sheer ecstasy of our climaxing bodies locked with one another filled our minds, pressing nearly everything else out, but a small piece of my mind that remained was what came forth. It felt ready, poised to open, much like how my virgin folds had felt before I spread them open for Savek's, and later Morduth's viewing pleasures. I did not allow it to open, just like I did in Savek's presence as we had climaxed at the same time. I was not ready to bond myself to anyone just yet, nor did I even want to think about bearing hatchlings with Morduth. A union of the mind, with a simultaneous mating was needed for me to bear young, and thus his sperm alone could do nothing, my eggs would remain in a sterile state until a joining of our minds produced the second element required to activate them.

His mind however, was as open as a door off its hinges. He made no mental attempt to do more than spread that small part of himself open and bask in the pleasures of orgasm, and in taking the last shred of my virginity. Physically, he held nothing back as he came. His maw spread wide in a roar filled with lust and ecstasy, his entire weight seeming to press into my groin, straining my stretched folds as though he might force the rest of his body into me, his wings trembling in the air above us, and his tail twined tightly with mine, tensing with each rush of his seed. My own roar died to a wheezing whimper, momentarily burning my lungs from the lack of air. Each throb of his shaft, held firmly in my body, brought a satisfying surge of pleasure and elicited a pleasant contraction of my passage, melting away the last shreds of sexual tension that had risen from our mating. The incredible feeling of being wrapped around his hot, climaxing shaft and thickly tied knot edged my pleasure on, my vaginal muscles still involuntarily clenching as my orgasm slowly receded.

His roar tapered off and fell to heavy breathing, our sides heaving as our bodies continued to release fluids into, and onto one another, slower and slower as the seconds dragged by. His tail loosened, sliding off mine to flop on the floor, and he rested his wings on mine, splayed out on either side of us.

He reached his head down to nuzzle me as we both panted, rubbing our snouts together while our mouths hung open and our tongues lolled out. I wanted to experience the moment, take in everything I could, to not only feel and see him, but to smell the air, to take in the heavy scent that hung around us, contained and concentrated by the confines of the cave. For a moment I closed my jaws, sealing my lips together to breathe through my nostrils and inhale the fragrance of our mating. The smell went to my head immediately. The combination of our scents making for a heady mixture that gave a pleasant tingling that diffused gradually along my spine and into the rest of my body. A burning sensation in my lungs quickly forced me to open my mouth and gasp for more air, and I regained some physical senses that had left without my realization. I noticed Morduth was still nuzzling me, gently caressing my snout in an affectionate manner and breathing gently.

I didn't bother trying to move, Morduth's weight kept me pinned and I was feeling too spent to even care. Slowly though I was able to collect my thoughts enough to speak, my mind still addled with the afterglow of such an intense mating. That felt a lot more like a 'rutting' than a 'mating' from your description you know, I said sarcastically. I felt his bassy chuckling before I heard it, his chest remained firmly pressed against mine and I could feel the gentle rumbling deep within. I felt slight waves of pleasure as it spread through his powerful frame enough that he shifted within my depths, tied as deeply as he was, pressing around my sensitive passage.

I apologize for that my dear Kayrel; I did not expect this to become quite so... intense. A pleased growl in his throat told me he quite liked saying that that word. I hope I was not too rough with you. He reached down to nuzzle me again, a pleasant tingling ran along my muzzle as his barbel gently wrapped around mine.Though you were getting a little impatient there, didn't want to disappoint you.

I weakly snorted, I bet you really like it when someone teases you like that in the middle of a mating, or rutting or whatever you want to call it.

We exchanged a few more snarky remarks before I asked him to be so kind as to roll us on our sides while we waited, I was starting to have a hard time breathing with all his weight on top of me. My leg ended up under his side and it felt a little weird suddenly not being under him while he was still firmly tied in my body, but it was better than slowly suffocating after having the greatest orgasm I'd ever experienced. I let my wings spread out behind me, Morduth's cave thankfully having been large enough for our heated activity and for sprawling out. He wrapped an arm around me and gently held me close, pressing our slickened undersides together. I hesitated, but returned the gesture, draping an arm around him in return and gently pulling him closer. We laid our heads against the smooth rock floor, previously warmed by the heat of my body, and I softly pressed my snout up against the underside of his jaw.

While we relaxed in our afterglows, flush through our bodies and minds, Morduth spoke. That was the most incredible mating I've ever had Kayrel, I've never experienced anyone like you, or with a body like yours.

You sure you're not just talking about my vagina? I replied with a grin. That made him laugh.

No, not just that, though it does feel quite nice. He pressed himself against me as though to show his gratitude, his shifting length sending a shiver of pleasure shooting up my spine. He relaxed, letting his knot gently tug back on me. I mean all of you, no one's ever shared their senses with me like you did, feeling what you felt. And, I could tell you enjoyed this.

His last remark made me go flush with embarrassment. Silly, considering that I'd just given my virginity to him in a rather intense mating and yes, that was an incredible experience I'd never had before, but I still felt awkward with the idea that I might even say as much.

It was very good Morduth, I'm... how to say it without making it seem like I wanted to be with him? This was done as a deal between the two of us, between him and our squadron, but I couldn't deny that I'd thoroughly enjoyed myself, and him, it would be stupid of me to not show some kind of small appreciation for his desire for me to enjoy it as well. I'm glad you wanted me to enjoy it too, you might be an aggressive ass at times Morduth, and you're certainly a big pervert, but at least you're not completely selfish about all of this.

I could feel an unusual degree of... happiness emanating from him, something I'd never really felt in any of our previous encounters. I'm not completely without some good side you know. He pulled his head back and gently pressed the tip of his snout against mine. A_nd I would be happy to fight alongside you and your squadron for however long you'll have me._

I can't guarantee any more meetings like this you know,I cautioned him. We only really needed him for about a year before the rest of our forces would be able to establish a frontline, but any more time he could offer his help I certainly wouldn't turn down. And as great as it had been, I wasn't too keen on doing this with him again, he'd probably be reverting back in a day or two to his usual aggressive, combative self that just plain pissed me off most of the time.

Another deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, That's quite alright Kayrel, I think this was an experience good enough to die for, so your 'Kasvarians' can bring whatever they want, I'll meet them without a care in the world.

Yeah right I thought, he'll be complaining about everything and anything in no time. As long as he kept his end of the bargain though, I didn't really care. We settled in to rest in each other's embrace, making the occasional small talk back and forth as our minds and bodies wound down from that intense, heated mating. Or rutting, did it really even matter what it was called at this point? Eventually sleep overcame us both, his knot still pleasantly tied within me and our bodies comfortably flopped over one another, and my mind drifted off into dreams of things probably best left to the imagination.