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The forest was serene.

It was a little cloudy in the morning, the Sun sometimes showing up to brighten the land of the planet below, with the celestial body meant to shine without distraction later this day.

The birds were singing. The little critters either roamed on the bark of the maze of massive trees that occupied this place of nature, or scurried on the floor, where there were natural grasses, along with litter from the plants above, or some stray thorny shrub.

There also was a very light breeze characteristic of the spring, but there also was some warmth in the climate outside.

However, while there would be some creatures roaming this beautiful place of peace, it was oddly vacant of any of the creatures of the larger kind, such as deer.

That was because there were two creatures currently walking throughout these woods.

One of them, a human, was clothed like any hunter should, with a bright orange jacket, vest, hat, and pair of pants mixed in with woodland camouflage with splotches of brown, black, green, and beige. He was currently carrying what is known as a sniper rifle, it's the shape of its dark brown and manufactured wood along with its darkened metal as its lever action denoting what type of gun it was. There also was black leather engrained on the stock, with the image of a purple dragon with its claws and wings out, the image on both sides of the weapon. On their belt was a small pouch with cartridges of bullets meant to be inserted in.

The other was a creature known as a dragon. Their purple scales denoted themselves being a psychic one, with mental and telekinetic powers that allowed them to delve into minds of others and control them if they were powerful enough, or move objects with their abilities as if dragged through the air by a series of invisible threads. A leather choker on the length of their neck was in similar coloration to the human's clothing, however, while that was the only piece of leather and cotton on them, they had some accessories adorning their figure.

On their left horn was a golden ring and on their whitened chest plates was a chain necklace which carried a sniper bullet that was crooked as if it was intentionally shot at something hard.

These individuals were known as John, the human, and Marlo, the psychic dragon.

The two were currently making their way through the forest, John making sounds against his hunting boots and Marlo making small, yet noticeable noises from the forest floor with his four three-clawed paws.

They were currently hunting in this very isolated place for enjoyment and for a source of one of their favorite meals.

Venison.

So far, however, this morning hasn't yielded results. They decided to go outside their usual hunting area due to a lack of game in deer as of late when in their normal stands on the tall trees for the past few sessions. This was mostly uncharted territory for the man and drake, but they were determined to not come back empty handed and pawed.

So unusual.

Marlo, with his powers, normally can sense a deer's very dull brain easily, but he got nothing for a few of their walks into these woods seeking wild meat. Regardless, like all creatures, they had to adapt, and they were doing something different to find the precious creature.

As such, here they were, walking aimlessly, albeit in a direction.

John, with the rifle strapped over his shoulder, took his left hand and reached behind himself and to his belt. He felt a roundish container, a brown canteen of water, and unlatched it from his waist. He then unscrewed the black cap with the fingers of his right hand, and brought the opening to his mouth. He instantly felt the cool liquid run down his throat, getting a little on his brown beard and mustache.

He then switched the canteen and the cap with his hands and gestured the container to his mate, looking at the drake. Marlo saw the canteen and instantly knew what John was doing. Silently accepting the offer, the dragon floated it over to his maw with his mind and tipped the canteen into his gullet and felt the cold, yet soothing sensation of the water, only taking a few sips. They had to be careful not to use all of it, as they were hunting and away from home after all.

He then lifted it over to John's open hand, who started twisting the cap on it.

“You get any?", John asked his mate as he was in the process of returning the flask to its original place on his belt.

Ah…

He still hasn't sensed the minds of any deer yet.

Not only did this not make much sense, but it was also a little annoying.

The drake shook his head as he let out a sigh of disappointment.

“No.", he replied, giving a longer 'o' on the end.

John let out a breath in the same vein as Marlo.

Whelp. The only way in which they could ever possibly find any in this big place of unrestrained nature was to walk on in search of the elusive deer.

Where were they?

Hmmmmm…

They probably hunted them a little too much in their usual areas, or maybe they were spooked?

Afterall, they likely caught wind of the presence of the man and drake and promptly pranced as far away from the place as possible.

Of course, there was also a chance that there was another in the woods, but given that Marlo hadn't sensed them, the odds of that were currently next to zero.

Well, there can't be progress without risk, even if it was just the loss of time, wasted.

They just went on and on in silence, well, except for the typical sounds of wild animals and insects.

Honestly it felt like an hour or two of just walking around, hopefully not in a circle as there weren't any markers here.

Was this what Brian meant by hating his time being wasted?

Even though he had an almost endless amount of time on his hands, he always despised anything that took up his hard-earned time.

Yes, hard-earned indeed, for he has been through the hellish landscape that was his own time and with the knowledge of how the others ended.

Truly terrible.

Both Brian's struggles and theirs as of now.

However, something…came up.

Marlo sensed it.

No, it wasn't the brain of any deer, which they were seeking, no.

It was something else entirely.

His draconic senses picked it up. The smell of something….different.

If he were to be rather honest, it reminded him of something.

His old home. His old life.

Marlo's dark blue eyes caught sight of it, hidden by the labyrinth of brown and green plants, trees, and leaves.

It was water.

John must've seen it too, the vision quite a distance away from the two, lying in the middle of the forest.

Like all intelligent and sapient creatures, they were naturally curious.

Without any words between the two, they went towards it, much like a moth to a flame.

Afterall, they had all day. Surely a small distraction couldn't harm anything.

The two walked on, the sounds of boots and paws on the wild floor coming out with their steps.

They went on and on, then…

They saw it.

In the middle of a tree-less clearing was a very large pond of bright blue natural water. It had stones within, along with on its edges, going out a little outwards. Outside in the clearing, surrounding the pond were wilds grasses, without a single sapling to be seen. There was also a tall rock structure behind it as if as a large border of sorts.

They made it to the clearing, astonished and in awe.

Marlo opened his maw to respond to this new development in their simple day of hunting. This was intriguing.

“A spring?", he asked nobody in particular, raising his right scaly eyebrow.

John let out a whistle with his mouth and tongue impressed. He then spoke.

“Now look at this place…", the human said, placing his hands on his hips.

He was right. It was beautiful. It was a place that was untouched by the world and its people, both human and dragon.

Ah…

What a wondrous sight.

However, while they quietly admired, John wanted to ask his mate a question.

“Have you seen anything like this before?", he asked, looking to his left to the drake with his dark green eyes.

Hmmmm…

Well, yes, he has seen bodies of water of various sizes and forms, but not with his life with the human, his soulmate.

Marlo had only seen such things when he lived on his own while in the world and territory of Dragonkind isolated from human society.

As such, he shook his head, closing his eyes a little as he did so before answering.

“Not for a long time."

John thought about the response.

Ah…

He probably meant before he mated with him and left his world behind to become a part of his. John probably thought that the drake likely never seen bodies of water such as this when hunting alone when the human wasn't home or busy.

Marlo then closed his eyes as he faced upwards towards the sky. He then took a deep breath with his snout, taking in all the nice smells that filled him with nostalgia, of memories of years gone past.

Ah…..

It was so nice.

Then, Marlo hatched an idea in his head.

They were hunting out here with nothing so far, and he had a strong sense of reminiscence upon seeing this spring, so…..

W-Why don't they try to swim?

Granted, they would probably get themselves soaking wet and had no towels, but it would be so nice! It would be soothing, warm or cool, and it would be comforting! Although there could be something inside the waters, but with Marlo's psychic powers coming up with nothing beside his mate to his right, there seemed like there was no threat.

And besides, they had tons of time.

“Hey…", he said, getting John's attention.

Without further ado, Marlo took some steps forward, instantly changing the situation. He then stopped closer to the pool, snaking his neck around to meet his mate's eyes.

“Wanna swim?", he said with a small smile.

What?

S-Swim?

Out here?

That came from out of nowhere to be honest. He thought they were hunting one of their favorite foods out here in these woods, and now upon seeing a pond like this, the drake wants to wade in it? Was it for old times sake on his end? Or was it to simply cool off from possible stress?

He didn't know.

Afterall, reading minds was something Marlo could do, not him.

Well, yeah, they had plenty of time, but something about this felt…wrong.

This was an area likely untouched by all, being pure of any creature or, well, unless there was something he couldn't see or feel like his mate could.

That and they would be wet and he would have to make his boxers drenched with the natural liquid floating in the stony bowl, or, well, something like a bowl.

John tilted his head off to the left a little as he gained a cautious face that told Marlo that he didn't think this was a good idea.

“I don't know Marlo..."

What?

He didn't want to go in?

Why?

What was wrong?

It would be great, and it would loosen their limbs from walking all morning!

He would want to seek an answer, but he instead tried to talk him into the possibility of a good swim, turning his body to fully face the human.

“What? Come on John, it'll be nice!", he said, with the smile still on his face, even if it faltered slightly.

Ahhhh…

Marlo…

Yes, it would be nice, after all, they have been just walking around. He could use a bit of time to rest a little.

But, still, he had his reservations about it all.

Afterall, there could be some terrible stuff in there, living or nonliving.

He slightly shook his head as he spoke to his mate.

“Marlo…"

The drake's attention was grabbed immediately upon that conflicted tone of the human he loved.

“W-What if there is something in there like a snake or some chemicals?", he asked cautiously, gesturing with his left hand's open palm towards the pond.

Well, even he had to admit that the last thing was a stretch.

Marlo, however, had other plans.

...

What? John was concerned about that?

That's ridiculous.

He started walking towards a tree on the area's outskirts next to a greyish flattened boulder stuck in the ground to its right.

“John, you know I would sense things like that right away, and so far, I didn't."

He then started to undo the Velcro keeping the cotton and leather choker on his neck, sliding it off and hanging it onto the branch sticking from the tree.

John saw the drake move behind him, but still faced forward once he got out of his field of view.

Ugh…

Marlo had a habit of doing something like this. While he couldn't blame the drake for doing this, it was a little absurd to say the least.

He looked to the left as he started to think about it, oblivious to what the drake was doing behind him.

Was…

Was this even okay to do?

He didn't know.

Was there a reason that they found this lake here?

Again, no answers.

John then started to turn himself right to face his mate, speaking as he did so.

“Marlo, I-"

He saw the drake move at full speed to the human's right side, going like a blur. John gasped and moved a little backwards as he felt the movement of air from Marlo as he ran towards the body of water.

Marlo then jumped with his four powerful draconic legs as he anticipated the spring water making contact with his scales and body.

Then, as predicted, the psychic dragon created a massive splash due to being a rather larger and heavier creature, disappearing into the deceptively deep spring and feeling the nice and warm water immediately. John took his hands and arms out in recoil as he tried to protect himself from the unexpected rain of spring water coming out at him randomly.

Marlo!

Why did he do that?

After about ten or so seconds, another splash came out, which John predictably responded to by covering himself with his limbs.

Out came Marlo's head, neck, the top of his body, and wings, shaking his skull and letting water droplets fly everywhere from his now shining amethyst scales.

The dragon then opened his eyes to the surprised John, who had his arms outward in front of himself, which now were partially wet.

He gained a goofy smile that could almost said 'I told you so'.

“See John, the water's fine! Come in and swim with me!"

John simply tilted and shook his head in disapproval.

Whelp, there goes his initial doubts and conflicting thoughts about the whole ordeal.

Oh, Marlo…

Just…

He let out a sigh of slight annoyance.

Despite the fact that Marlo was over half a century old, he had the youth of a hatchling sometimes.

However, now he had only one option that unfortunately the drake chose for the two of them, which was to join him. As such, John began to take off his hat with his left hand and started to remove his vest upon unslinging his sniper rifle.

“You're going to be the death of me one day, you know that?"

Marlo simply shook his head in amusement, paddling with his legs and paws to stay afloat in the spring.

Oh John…

He could've giggled at his ridiculous frustration, but that would be wrong. So instead, he gave him that smile that found his misplaced reservations humorous.

“You know I won't, and besides, I said I'd protect you no matter what, remember?"

Oh…

He had to play that card.

Yes, they were mates and they promised to defend each other with their lives ever since their union all those years ago despite John's frailty as a human, but…

He let out another sigh as he turned around towards where Marlo placed his hunter orange neck brace, taking steps with his boots toward the tree and the rock.

He leaned his rifle in the tree with the tree with Marlo's choker and placed his vest and hat on the rock. He then slipped off the jacket over himself, setting that down as well, leaving a white shirt underneath. Like the previous article of clothing, he easily slipped it off and onto the camouflage jacket. Now he was completely bare-chested, his toned muscles and abs now open to the world. He then started to remove the stuff on his lower half.

He bent down and untied his knotted boot laces, eventually taking them off and letting his socked feet feel the grass he stood on. After placing them in front of the rock, John took off his equally colored pants, undoing his belt with his canteen and ammunition and placing the loop on the stone as well. With this out of the way, he slid the pants down his legs and, after lifting his right leg out, he swiftly took them off and threw them onto where his other clothes were. Lastly, his socks were removed with little issue and joined the rest of the hunting gear.

Now, his strong-calved legs were bare as well. In fact, he was entirely bare except for his plaid boxers he wore underneath everything.

Well, it was no pair of swimming trunks, but it would have to do.

Now with everything off of his being, he slowly made his way towards the spring, his bare feet feeling the soft and comfortable soil along with the grass that somewhat tickled the soft skin. Marlo was just swimming around, enjoying himself. Did he know he was going to join him?

Ah, Marlo…

John finally made it to the water. He took his right toes and dipped them in.

Oh.

Wow, he was right, the water was fine. In fact, it felt warm and, well, pretty good.

He then slowly walked in, his feet feeling the smooth stone that appeared to make some sort of natural stairs or set of seats.

The man made his way in, for this out-of-place, yet not completely unwanted session of swimming has just begun…

---

They were just swimming, well, lazily that is.

Afterall, they didn't want to expend too much energy and feel like jelly afterwards.

John used his arms and legs to create a sort of breast stroke or, well, how many other experienced people swim, although not very fast at all. He went from one end to the other, feeling the water on his soft skin.

Ah…

The warmness and soothing comfort it gave…

Simply great.

Marlo shared his sentiment, although, as a quadruped, he had less flexibility and options for aquatic movement. While the best he could do was paddle with legs and paws, and to some extent, his own wings and tail while underwater, it still felt so nice. He never felt the natural liquid on his scales unless it was taking a shower with his mate, and feeling this spring for himself reminded him of home, of Dragonkind, of freedom to just…move in such a body of water. He may not have been the most proficient swimmer, but Bahamut was it good.

Marlo took a deep breath and dived into the water, his tail appearing last as he moved downward towards the bottom of the pond, John still swimming, this time on his back.

Ah...

He originally thought that this may have been a mistake, a horrible on their part to make, but after actually experiencing such a beautiful sight and feelings that soothed his weary body, he began to feel that maybe, just maybe his grievances were misplaced.

John still felt like it may have been wrong to come into an untouched place of nature, dirtying it with their bodies, but he slowly started to feel that it didn't matter.

He was just enjoying life with his mate Marlo, and…

Wait a minute…

Where was he?

He just questioned himself in his head as opposed to having his body pay attention to it.

Eh. He probably was swimming under the water, and-

John then suddenly felt his body get lifted from below, taking him out of the water and bending his upper body upwards. John, now startled, let out a gasp as his back sensed the source of the interruption, turning his head to the left and towards the surface of the pond.

He felt the back spines of his mate, now noticing that Marlo intentionally lifted himself from under the waters and had the human be on top of his purple-scaled body, likely wanted to playfully surprise the human or to initiate some sort of small game with him.

John, his heart initially pounding faster and breathing increased, he quickly calmed down upon recognizing those scales of the drake he loved. He also realized that he was on the upper half, meaning they were in the same direction with their backs against one another.

He turned to his left and saw that the drake shook his head to get the water off himself before turning his neck to the human.

He had a smile that exuded happiness and enjoyment as he looked at his mate lying on his back.

Marlo then opened his maw to speak softly and tenderly.

“Got you."

---

John saw all of the stones in the surprisingly clear water as he dived down.

It wasn't super deep, but deep enough that they may have to swim when away from the middle, but it didn't matter. It was something to be expected. How else were you to douse yourself in the wild sparkling waters?

He admitted he wasn't the fastest swimmer, definitely not stronger than Marlo, but more agile in some ways.

Like a few times already, he gulped quite a hefty amount of oxygen into his lungs to try to reach the bottom, to feel the stones left unturned by the world around them. It was a challenge he was willing to take, even for naught.

That was because despite his greatest efforts, he could never do it. He just couldn't, like he was never meant to. He either wasn't strong enough or didn't take in enough air. Either way, it all ended the same.

John looked upwards of the shining reflections of the Sun on the surface as he swiftly swam upwards.

He instantly felt the atmosphere that lacked the feeling of being submerged. He shook his head to get some of the liquid out of his hair, his eyes widening as he then closed them to rub the water out of them with his scrunched up hands.

Oh well.

It was a pleasant experience regardless, even if his ears were now filled with water that will leak out eventually.

He just basked in the sunlight, in the spring, in nature, ahhhh, now this was better than he expected.

Now, where was-

He flinched as a small splash of water akin to a wave came upon him, which he involuntarily covered his arms to avoid it getting in his eyes again.

W-What?

Where did that come from. He looked a little to the right and found him a small distance away.

His mate, Marlo.

He was also wading in the pool aimlessly like he was, except he was facing and looking away to the left of him almost intentionally, like he had a mask that hid his playfulness and to invite the human over for something.

John gained a tiny smirk and slightly shook his head in amusement.

Oh, so he was going to do that, hmm?

Well, he may not be that big or strong, but he could try to make a mean wave.

As such, with a span of a few seconds in response to the perceived splash from the drake, John used his powerful arms to conjure up on of his own in response, to which the drake responded by moving his gaze to him and covering himself with his left leg and wing to prevent the liquid from getting all over him.

Hey, that wasn't fair….

Ah, so John was playing!

Yes, now they could finally enjoy themselves, to let go of the struggles they've had in their lives, to feel…free.

Marlo let out a little giggle with a hatchling-like smile as he pushed his right leg towards the human, creating a bigger wave than before at the human in the art of the game.

John saw it right away and was surprised at the size. Afterall, they never swam in a massive body of water like this in a long time.

Covering his arms up was the equivalent of making your house out of tissue paper, as it did nothing. He got drenched anyways, more so than before. The human got pushed back a bit from the force of it but was still upright.

Oh, two can play at that game!

It may have been obvious that Marlo would win, it didn't matter, for the joy of playing at all was enough for him.

With more strength than before, or as much as he could carry and discharge, he pushed with all of his might towards the drake.

It wasn't much bigger than the one Marlo just threw at him, but he caught him by surprise, as he didn't cover himself up with his wing and only had his legs to work with.

Despite the psychic dragon covering himself, he had the splash get all over his purple scales. Once the mock assault was done, he shook his head to get the droplets off his body and out of his eyes.

Oh-ho, now he asked for it!

He called upon his abilities of the mind and used them to create the biggest wave the human has ever seen.

Granted, he couldn't control the waters to the extent that a water dragon could, as, well, it felt like it slipped through his claws as opposed to actually holding it in the open paw, but he could move it, if lightly. It was matter after all.

So, in the span of a second, John gasped as he saw the massive tide above the height of his head going towards him.

He could do nothing against that, even if he instinctually covered his body like before.

Then, the impact was made.

John at the moment the water clashed with him, he went away with the force of the great wave, eventually being driven underwater by it, buried in the liquid, filled with surprise.

Marlo then saw the sheer power of what he just did initially with a smile, but upon not seeing John from the aftermath, his grin began to slowly evaporate.

He let out a gasp.

W-Where was he?

“J-John?"

Nothing.

It was actually a dimwitted question in retrospect. He probably was trapped under the water's surface after the high and heavy splash of water created from his psychic abilities.

He began to get worried, his face portraying such an emotion.

Bahamut.

Was…

D-Did he go too hard on him?

Bahamut, he might have.

He was just so caught in the moment, in the fun, the enjoyment, the excitement, and the raw fun of playing with his mate that he neglected the constant fact that he was more powerful than him as a dragon.

Oh…

He was horrible!

Still nothing.

Now he began to feel very concerned and had a face that showed regret that he may have hurt him.

“John!", he called out, paddling forward with his legs and looking towards the bottom of the spring looking for him.

Bahamut have mercy on him.

What has he done?

He, h-he...

Bahamut, he-

An upwards splash came forth from the surface within the body of water. Marlo clearly flinched when the excessive water droplets got on his already shiny amethyst scales, closing his eyes a bit.

When he opened them, he saw what he was worried about.

It was John, who whipped some of his hair on his head with a smile on his face, giving a hearty chuckle.

He saw them.

The eyes of the greenness of the forest that surrounded them, but even more beautiful than any woods.

John found amusement in it. Boy, how did Marlo make that? He was a psychic drake, but only a water dragon could ever do something like that on the fly! And he just did it, albeit with less coordination since his abilities weren't attuned so much with liquids.

Regardless, it was enjoyable.

Upon looking at the surprised face of Marlo, he simply cocked his head very slightly to the left with that grin on his face.

Slowly but surely, the drake gained that same smile he had.

Ah…

It was a man playing with his drake and a drake playing with his man.

---

John and Marlo both sat on the edge of the stony pool, the dragon obviously taller than the human as they laid their rumps in the water and on the natural seat.

If the rock that bordered the side of the spring was on the top, they were to the right of this crude circle.

They just sat there, getting their bearings, actually relaxing. The man and drake simply did nothing but feel the soothing liquids on their bodies along with each other, sitting side by side.

It felt like, what? Ten minutes? A half hour? They didn't know, nor did they care, for they had each other.

Then, all of a sudden, Marlo slipped his left forepaw out from his sitting position and lifted it over the human, accidentally getting some drops of spring water on him. The drake then placed his leg and paw over his left shoulder, holding onto him.

He wanted to be closer to him, his beloved mate.

John felt the rough yet familiar and comforting scales go over his pale skin, the softer paws partially midway down his body.

Ah…

He enjoyed this very much, enjoyed him, the drake he so loved.

After a little bit of time of nothing except their unnoticeable breaths, Marlo took a look down at John with his dark blue eyes.

He lowered his neck to his mate at face level. The human noticed the drake's caring look on his face as they made contact.

Within a split second, Marlo slipped out his long draconic tongue out of his incredibly sharp teeth characteristic of his race. He then licked his mate on the right side of his face, taking a few upwards slathers at the soft and delicate flesh.

John just let it happen, and, in some ways, he enjoyed it. He just felt the slick and smooth appendage on his cheek as his mate gave a few more laps.

It was an act amongst Dragonkind that reinforced bonding, companionship, and, most of all, showed that they truly cared about one another.

After a couple more upwards motions with it, Marlo retracted it back into his maw, closing his jaws.

He did another draconic act of mateship, closing his eyes as he moved the side of his face against the human's neck and head.

Ah, he was nuzzling.

Again, something truly nice and beautiful. He was nice and beautiful. He always was.

Once more, John let Marlo initiate the intimate movements against his upper body.

They both wanted it.

They both wanted to feel each other while this close.

The two wouldn't trade moments like this for anything in the world, nay, the whole universe.

After a few of the slow and tender movements, Marlo slowly but surely opened his eyes and resumed his normal position.

Again, silence.

Honestly, it was better this way.

To feel the environment around you in this life closer than before with the one you chose to walk the path with.

That one person was obvious to the two, who they would choose to walk the road of hardship, tears, and joy.

But still…no sounds to speak of.

Speaking of which, Marlo opened his maw to let out some words to the human, only to start and not fully go in depth of.

“So…"

John slightly turned his head to the left to the psychic dragon, his attention now grabbed.

“Hmmmm?", the human simply mumbled, questioning what he wished to say.

Marlo then began to get a little nervous.

He wanted to ask John something rather big, even if he knew it was likely a lost cause due to the nature of their situation and, well, the whole planet actually.

Regardless, he was on thin ice on this touchy subject, but he had to have the confidence to proceed.

“John, I've been thinking…"

He just left it like that. He needed to contemplate and pick his words very carefully. John would know right away what he was talking about if he was blunt about it, so he had to ease his mate in.

“We've been, y'know, together for almost ten years, and we're not that young anymore..."

What?

What was he talking about?

Yes, they have been together partway into their ninth year of matehood and John was in his early forties, with Marlo almost at seventy, but…..

John had to think about what he was talking about.

Marlo got a large bout of anxiousness, as now he had to be more specific with his vocal cords now.

“I-I've been wondering if we, that, y'know, we, um…"

John instantly noticed his stuttering.

What subject could warrant such a thing? There were few that could bring out nervousness in his mate.

John then started to silently analyze it.

His fumbling with his words.

Talking about their age and time together.

Speaking of doing something.

His mind put the ideas together like puzzle pieces and he started to have a theory, and educated guess if you will, and boy was it not pretty.

“I-I just thought that maybe we could, y'know...h-have a kid?"

There.

There were the words he didn't want to hear.

The ones that reminded them of who they were in the eyes of the world.

Not as loving and caring mates, but a couple of deviants that were meant to be wiped off the face of the earth, that shouldn't exist.

John gave a very pained and annoyed sigh, temporarily looking away in frustration. Marlo's eyes looked away upon finishing that. He knew exactly what John would say and wished that the planet they stood on was different.

John let out a huff before gaining a more emotionless mask to be painfully honest with his mate.

He gave the only response that he had, regardless of how painful it was.

“You know why we can't Marlo."

Marlo hated the answer he gave. He always did, even though the reasons were the hand they were dealt on the mortal plane, but he still held onto that possibility, like a dream in the wind, fluttering for one to grab onto it and never let go.

“B-But John…"

“Don't 'But John' me."

Marlo looked at his mate, who simply faced forwards, not wanting to talk about it until forced to. The drake then looked away in shame and a sense of sorrow.

John didn't want to hurt his hopes of having a child in this little family of theirs, but he had to come clean with the facts for both their sakes. He didn't want to make him feel sad, but it was an inevitability.

He just hated seeing him unhappy.

“Look, it's not that I don't want a kid, but we just...can't. I wish we could, but we can't…"

It was true, at least the way John saw it.

He saw the world as rigid. Marlo saw it the same way, except there was always the hope that it was flexible a tiny amount, just a little bit.

No, they couldn't ever have children.

Being two males, they threw away that choice out the window. It was a price they happily accepted to be with one another for the rest of their lives.

The closest thing that gave any evidence of them being together outside of their home was tax forms. Even John couldn't remove the drake's name off of it, for he didn't think, he knew that the IRS would have his ass if he ever tried to do that, and they'd be both in prison for giving inaccurate information.

Not only would adopting a child, human or dragon, make it painfully obvious that they were together as mates to the world around them, but the consequences would be massive.

The whole world made people like them feel unwelcome and unwanted, so it would not only affect their lives in ways thought to be unspeakable, but it could forever ruin the childhood of the kid they adopted.

They could lose everything, from financial support and access to places they were originally allowed into, to the likelihood that they could lose their jobs, and, worst of all, possibly the three's future for eternity.

And they wouldn't listen. They couldn't and wouldn't.

Or was it just in their heads? Their thoughts?

No, Humanity with dragons in the mix were both simply too sensitive.

It was the same. It always was.

They may have been overexaggerating about it, but they were just so afraid, afraid of the unknown, like all creatures were.

Afraid of what the world would say, what they would do.

It was like walking a tightrope in the dark, you never knew if the next moment was to be another one lived or their last.

It's just…

John gave a sigh, putting their conversation on hold, leaving Marlo saddened, despite the fact that he, like his mate, accepted it as reality.

After five minutes of painful and uncomfortable silence, John let out another huff.

He suddenly appeared so tired. His mood was partially ruined by the question brought up by the drake.

Honestly, he couldn't blame him. He wanted kids too, but….

“I-I'm sorry Marlo. It's just…", he said with clear drain in his voice.

Marlo moved his hurt face to the human's.

“It's just that the world is fucked up. It's always been."

He looked down for a bit at the water.

It was true. Their world was fucked up.

Marlo knew that whenever he swore, he meant it.

So hateful, so discriminatory, so unaccepting…

It was all amplified ever since dragons came to join human society, coming out of the shadows. It put a dent in everything people knew, and they were scared, and why wouldn't they? They were more fragile after all. That and the severe superiority complex of many citizens didn't help either. It added onto the weight they already had trouble carrying, for they would rather hold it themselves than to let a creature once thought to be a myth that burned down cities in stories to help them.

It came to the point that the world was so broken like a piece of glass that there wasn't a point trying and putting it back together. It was impossible to.

Now, here they were, forever roaming this maze of uncertainty, narrowly avoiding eternal pain and suffering through no fault of their own.

It was destined that they meet and become each other's soulmates. God and Bahamut made it so.

However, none of that mattered to the people of the world.

No, they simply looked at the bare and basic facts. The fact that they were both males. Nothing more, nothing less.

Humans and dragons said the same. They've always had ever since the dawn of time.

That humans fall in love with humans and that dragons fall in love with dragons.

That a man and woman fall in love, marry, and have children, and that a drake and dragoness fall in love, mate, and have hatchlings.

They didn't fit into the equation.

No, they didn't.

“I-I'm sorry Marlo, b-but it's just that I think we should worry about us right now."

The drake had the words reach his earholes as he looked at his reflection in the pool.

Did it always have to be this way?

Could anything have been different?

Maybe, but if things were to change, he might never have met and fallen in love with John, his sweet beloved mate.

It just hurt him, being told that the dream had to be placed in a lockbox for now until the world cleaned up its act and treated people, dragons and humans...better, or, well, better than they think.

John saw the melancholy of the dragon.

Ughhhh…

Marlo…

He never wanted to see this feeling of depression in the drake's face. It hurt him as well, very much.

Saying everything was awful was the understatement of the century.

“But you know what? I'm fine with that."

The dragon shifted his gaze to his left and at the human speaking, still looking broken and sad.

“You want to know why?"

Marlo peered down again. This again…

He knew the answer. It wasn't a perfect one, but it always made him feel better.

“Because I'm with you. I always will be. I won't want to change that for anything."

Ah, those were the words.

They were not divided, they were one. One heart, and one soul.

Despite the notion that them being together could possibly destroy everything they knew once their relationship became common knowledge someday, they would still need each other, need to be close and never leave or forsake them.

Why? Because it was love. Enough said.

Marlo turned his head to the human.

It wasn't much, well, they didn't have much in terms of hope, but even if the spark would flicker dimly every now and then, they still held the flame of peace, happiness, and compassion.

He gave a deep sigh out of his maw.

He was wrong to bring up the question. It always was a reminder of the world's stage, and how it doesn't care for them.

“I'm so sorry John, i-it's just..."

Marlo couldn't finish.

So many conflicting emotions.

Was he sad? Angry?

Well, the most he felt right now was regret for bringing such a thing up in the first place, even if he knew John wouldn't like it.

Ah, Marlo…

Always blaming himself even though it wasn't anybody's fault.

It was always something he did ever since he saved the drake from poachers. He gained the sense that he had a bottomless debt to pay to the human for saving and protecting him when he could have just left him to die. It was only when they realized they loved each other that the thought went away, but the habit was already engrained in his skull.

“Hey now, you have nothing to be sorry for."

John turned his head to the drake, who faced him as well.

Those eyes of the spring and the eyes of the forest.

They needed to fall onto somebody right now, to forget the pain from the ordeal. For each of them, the choice of said person was a no-brainer.

They had a quiet and speechless agreement, and the drake lowered his maw to the human.

When he moved it towards him, they both closed their eyes and just let it happen.

Contact was then made.

When Marlo initiated the kiss, he felt the lips and mouth of the human he so loved, who he would die for. John equally felt that. His mouth sensed the draconic mouth on his, the dragon's tongue coming out to meet his in the connection, to which he did the same.

It was a tender moment of peace and serenity. A way to let go of problems, even for a minute or two.

And so, they just felt each other.

As they shifted their mouths against the other to gain better access to their mouth, to be together longer and make it feel more enjoyable before they had to inevitably separate, they felt the emotions, pure and genuine.

Marlo then shifted opened his eyes to feel John moving almost silently in front of him, to hold him. Despite John changing his position, it allowed them to kiss each other better, more naturally. The dragon closed his eyelids once more to savor the feeling of his mate.

It felt good. It always did. Feeling the mouth of the other on theirs, letting those warm feelings surface.

They smothered each other for about a minute until something bizarre happened.

Marlo felt John's hands on his sides and felt a force backwards.

What?

What was happening?

The drake was clearly confused, opening his eyes a little in response.

However, after a minute or two of getting their air through their noses, The grip on his sides became more apparent, more deliberate.

More strong.

It came completely unexpected.

John was pushing him.

While the human was nowhere near the strength of the drake, his muscles were powerful for a man, as his job would carve out those very well-toned muscles of his.

As such, the push against the stony outcropping within the water led to Marlo opening his eyes wider as he realized what he was doing.

John leaned him over the edge and onto the rocky and grassy border in which water met land.

Marlo was surprised and shocked that his mate started doing this without explanation.

However, a thought began to come together in his mind, one that started to make itself very apparent.

Once he was pushed over the edge, Marlo felt his body escape the water and felt his back and spines on the soft and fertile forest soil.

The kiss was broken as Marlo, with widened eyes, started scootching himself back with his forepaws on the dirt, his chest plates still facing the sky and breathing heavily as he did so.

“J-Jonathan!", Marlo called out his name as he tried to pull himself backwards on the soft wild grass with his forepaws and his spines, his wings spread out across the ground.

He was dripping wet from the natural pool, feeling cool and sensing the droplets either falling off or sticking to his purple scales.

He faced John, who got out of the water after him, also shining from the liquid on his mostly naked body.

They knew what to do.

Yes, exactly what to do.

John felt the grass on his bare feet, feeling the softness of the dirt and blades of grass cushioning them with every step he took towards his mate.

On his way towards the dragon lying down on their back, he bent down and grabbed the hem of his boxers and, while standing on his left leg temporarily, he slipped his right leg out of the wider hole on top. With one of his legs through, he threw the undergarments towards where the rest of their clothes were.

He was now completely naked, his human penis slowly stiffening itself with his heartbeat with arousal and his testicles hanging underneath.

Oh…

John…

Marlo, upon seeing the human without his clothes on and knowing what they both wanted, felt something open in his lower half.

His drakehood slowly but surely slipped out of a slit that appeared on his groin, the dark pink member sliding out due to the feelings being shared between the two. It was also hardening, angling itself upward a little bit towards Marlo's upper body. He started breathing a bit faster than before.

John closed the distance between the two, eventually making his way to the drake's lower body. He lifted his right leg over Marlo's rear left one. He then quickly placed his own body over the drake's whitened chest plates with his necklace, his rump sliding the now erect draconic penis behind him after the two organs touch for a split second.

Holding onto the sides of the drake, John initiated a kiss with his mate, both closing their eyes. With the human over him, Marlo graciously accepted, wishing to feel the taste of his mate like how John wanted to taste him.

John felt the longer and more serpentine tongue of the psychic dragon, along with his longer mouth with his sharpened teeth, always careful not to prick himself. Marlo tongue danced with the human's smaller tongue and mouth, but Bahamut did he enjoy this.

In fact, they both did.

This never got old, kissing and feeling each other like this intimately.

Ohhhh, it was so nice beyond belief.

Marlo placed his soft forepaws on the bare back of the human, feeling the fragile, yet warm and soft flesh, wanting to hold him closer, wanting to feel him longer.

Longer before they would mate.

Oh yes, it was something they wanted to do, as they hadn't done so since the summer of last year.

Ironically, it was also in a wooded area, both secluded and not secluded, and somewhere not inside.

But it didn't matter. It never did.

It was just the two of them. It was just John and Marlo now.

As they shifted their mouths around to get more of the other, they made sounds with their intimate act of love and companionship. John's manhood was now at its full length, now erect and primed to mate with pre slowly leaking out of the tip with Marlo's.

However, the two needed precious air, and as such, they broke the kiss, both breathing heavily and leaving a line of saliva that swiftly broke into nothingness between them.

They stared at one another, both clearly knowing what the other wanted. Marlo didn't need to read his mind or share his thoughts to see or feel that.

The man and drake saw the eyes of the other filled with true want, no, now need.

John felt Marlo's presence in his mind as his voice came from the drake's brain to his.

J-John, I-I n-need you…

John understood. He always did.

They both had a desire that had been unsatiated, like what happens to all other mated couples the world over.

That desire was to mate.

To become one once more.

To feel the other again.

To feel closer than ever physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

It was true. He needed the human, and John him as well. Their love was so great, and their life so desperately wished for it ever since nearly half a year had passed.

John, breathing with a slow, yet deliberate pace looked down at the drake's breast. He gazed at the eyes of Marlo, his beloved mate.

His grand forest of dark green met his of ocean blue.

They just stared, making a connection worth a few words.

Then, they understood as they made a silent agreement.

John slowly got on his legs and held the drake's barrel as he walked backwards and over the purple-scaled dragon's rear legs and over his erect drakehood.

He made his way to Marlo's rear end, on his knees and in between the back legs of his mate and over his long tail.

He saw it.

Marlo's tailhole.

His draconic anus.

It was just under, er, well, over his tail in this position.

He peeked at the drake, who looked at the human as he nervously anticipated it. All of it.

They both knew that this would be a bit painful, as they weren't using lube, but dammit, they wanted this, they both did.

The water coating them would have to do for now.

Marlo awaited the human to mate him once again, like all those times before. Those times were amazing, and he had no doubt this one would be any different. He felt that John thought the same thing with the same heated feelings and emotions swirling in them.

Beautiful.

He was beautiful.

John sensed the quicker breaths of the drake, sensing his anticipation and need he also shared.

He gazed at Marlo's male entrance, seeing it in the scales above his tail.

It was time.

Now was the moment of truth.

The one they've waited for.

John grabbed his member with his right hand and held the side of his mate with his left one over the drake's right rear leg, guiding it to Marlo's tailhole.

Marlo anxiously waited for it.

The feeling of his mate's member causing him pain in his rump and going inside of him.

He never liked the bodily irritation, but it was something they both accepted when mating.

Sometimes, you have to experience the discomfort to appreciate the better feelings more.

John guided the tip of his penis to Marlo's entrance.

Then, he touched it, smearing his pre on it.

Marlo let out a sharp draconic gasp as he felt John's warm member touching him in his most sensitive spot for the first time in about a year. He already felt the familiar small pang of discomfort as he felt John continue.

John eased the head into his mate, slipping it through.

He started the mating.

“B-Bahamut!", Marlo let out as he felt his mate enter him, pushing the top of his head to the ground to cope with the twangs of pain from having John go inside him. It was inevitable. The drake grinded his sharp teeth and closed his eyes as his body started to quiver and his breathing became heavier. His powerful claws clenched into the grass to his sides, his paws touching but not feeling the fertile soil due to the focus on his rump, which the man was penetrating.

The human stood still for a about thirty or so seconds to allow his mate to acclimate to his member only partially inside his entrance, as he knew Marlo was surely feeling the typical pain from mating, hand still holding his penis.

After that said time passed, he pushed his lower half and, in turn, his released manhood deeper into the drake.

Marlo's body shook. He felt more of that all too familiar hurting as John spread his insides more, the shaft going into his draconic rectum. He started taking pained breaths with his trembling, craning his neck towards his chest with eyes shut and his razor-sharp teeth sliding against each other.

Oh, oh Bahamut.

Despite being a dragon, he wasn't immune to pain, especially when his beloved mate pushed his member into his delicate flesh.

Still, he had to stive through, like his mate has done several times before for him.

John knew his mate was hurting a little, even if the water helped a little bit.

Regardless, they needed to continue on.

John slid more of his member into the drake, now using both hands to grip the sides of his mate. As he pushed in more of his manhood inside his gut, he slowly slid his body over the psychic dragon's groin and past his drakehood and towards the drake's breast, feeling the shining amethyst scales.

His penis was nearly entirely within Marlo's inner walls, the human's body now a bit midway past his mate's middle.

Marlo opened his eyes and looked straight up with labored huffs and exhales as he felt more of his passageway be filled by the human, sensing his body being irritated from having the familiar feeling of his mate's penis.

They both stayed still, the human still a light and gentle weight inside the drake's gut. They both wanted to wait to have the other get their bearings, get to know how things were going to play out, along with having Marlo calm himself down and have his body stop perceiving his presence within him with pain.

After about a couple minutes, the burning sensation denoting discomfort slowly but surely subsided, leaving him with the feeling of his mate physically being a part of him, inside him.

After the small span of time, John slid his member out of the drake, Marlo letting out a draconic groan as he did so.

“Ughhhhhh...~"

John heard it as he gradually made the simple movement out of him.

After he slid most of it out, he did what they both wanted, and pushed it back in, Marlo feeling his mate fill his body once again, letting out a similar moan as before.

“U-Ughhhhhhhh…~"

Then, John pushed most of himself in before sliding out again.

Then he pushed in and out again.

The dance they've had many times before has begun.

John felt it all.

Felt the grip of his sexual organ in the drake's moist cavern.

While the drake felt that John's was tight and warm, Marlo's was larger and wider. Still, there was a certain amount of constrictiveness to it and even though his member was smaller than the dragon's, his insides still gripped him with even more strength than John's, like it was welcoming back a familiar friend back in, wanting him to stay. Like himself, the drake's body was very warm as well, the drake's inner walls already molded to the member inside.

Afterall, they knew what it truly knew how it felt to have the male genitalia enter them, become a part of them.

To say John felt amazing would be an understatement.

The psychic dragon's lower gut felt so pleasant, so delightful. It was hot and wasn't so much as tight as it was strong. The drake's body opened and loosened up for him and him only as he glided his manhood into him in the sacred act of mating. Every bit he slid in felt the soft yet powerful walls holding onto him, leaving him with breaths of contentment as he felt the drake. Nerves spread from his groan and into his brain, forming the pleasing sensations of pushing into Marlo.

Ah…

This was so good.

It always was.

And when he pulled away, he would feel the dragon's innards grasping onto him, wishing for him to stay, not wanting him to leave. However, he satisfied their needs and wants when he slid back in, feeling those amazing thoughts and emotions once again and increased more than before.

God, it was perfect.

He was perfect.

Oh, and he would continually feel this, with the drake's moans and grunts, along with those intense thoughts of pleasure bounce in his skull from the psychic powers of his mate.

Marlo meanwhile felt like he was dancing in Bahamut's great paradise in the sky.

The drake's internal walls felt it all in full force. While it wasn't to the same extent or as massive presence John felt when he mated the human, it was still there, and Bahamut was it beyond spectacular.

Marlo loved it. He always did.

Being mated by the human.

It was love. The purest form of it physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.

It connected between them like a line of delicate silk.

As such, Marlo did what any good and loving mate should.

He extended his forepaws and felt the soft and warm skin on John's back under his shoulder blades, careful not to cut him with his claws.

He did so to feel each and every thrust into him, sensing every jolt of electricity from every single push and pull, to have him closer. The drake felt the intense, hypnotizing, and ecstasy-filled emotions with every delightful inch of John's member slipping in and out of his being. The dragon's body slid a little forward on the soft and fertile soil and grasses with every push from his mate and slid back again with every pull.

Ughhhhhhhh...

Bahamuuuuuuuut...

Marlo processed the spark of pleasure in every fiber of his being from everything. His passage. His lover. Everything.

Marlo simply felt John's manhood make its way deeper into him, his gut grabbing onto it.

Uhhhh-ahhh…~!

He loved it so much. It was simply so amazing.

The drake felt unimaginable pleasure whenever John made a smooth and slick glide into him, his sensitive flesh tightening around his penis, wanting to hold to it forever, only for John to pull it away, making him feel like something is missing. His whole body felt that way. He wanted, no, he needed it. His body and mind were about to protest, to try it's hardest to try to keep it in, only for John to make a swift thrust into him, feeling his very body being filled once again, giving him moans and groans of contentment and intense emotions in its wake, sparks popping behind his eyes.

“Guh, ughhhhhhh-hhhhhhh...errrrrrrr…~"

And so, the dance went on and on. Neither wanted to stop. The whole area was flooded with the wet slaps of human flesh on dragon scales and Marlo's intense cries of pleasure.

The slides…

Ohhhhhh.

Put it bluntly, it was superb. It always was.

The primal, yet universal act of mating was the greatest sign of trust between two individuals.

In this case, Man and Drake.

For John, he was giving up his fragile body to the dragon. Like all humans he could easily be hurt, easily bleed, easily be broken, and easily be taken advantage of. John knew that Marlo could have his way with him from the very start, like a monster bent on causing only suffering. But he didn't. He never did. It was because their connection, their love, was genuine in every way. He didn't think, he knew that he was safe. It was why he let himself be on the receiving end in mating because he knew that Marlo would be gentle, slow, and caring, like all mates should be.

For Marlo, it was giving up his body, but in the opposite way. While John trusted him enough with his delicate body always being vulnerable, Marlo opened his body up to him, becoming vulnerable himself. He was a dragon, a creature with great power and strength, along with pride within the dragon race. And so, letting his own body become the most open it could ever be allowed anyone to be closer than ever before.

That person was John, and John only.

As such, he let it happen. He let himself be mated by the human.

Any human and dragon would be appalled by such a thing since they were both males, but it didn't matter, it never did.

Why?

Because it was love, through and through.

They just melted into each other, feeling the other in this sacred and intimate way, becoming one.

J-John…ahhhhh-ughhhhhhhh...~!

John felt the gravely moans bounce in his head as he caused Marlo to pant with quick breaths to the point of having his maw wide open and his throat becoming hoarse, the drake's head facing upwards towards the skies, still cherishing and reveling in the thrusts as he held onto his back. His rear paws clenched onto themselves, quivering as they did so involuntarily.

It just went on and on.

John making those mesmerizing movements in and out of the psychic dragon, filling him both with his own body and newfound, yet familiar pleasure.

It came to a point where the now sweat-drenched John decided to increase the pace and strength of his thrusts and his retractions. It didn't go unnoticed by Marlo, who felt the new influx of contentment and pleasure as he felt the plunges into his moist corridor through his tailhole. He knew what was happening. John, now knowing that they were ready to continue on towards the end of this journey, started to get more deliberate, more confident. Again, all he could do was to hold his back and feel every part of him in this tender way.

J-John~!

John heard it again. He did as they both needed and continued his quickened speed into his mate, pushing his pelvis to meet the purple dragon's over and over again.

However, after what seemed like nearly an hour of intense and soulful mating, Marlo felt it.

The tightening in his loins.

He was close to his limit. It was simply becoming too much for his mind and body to handle. Everything, from the piston-like movements into him, to the pulls out, was causing a fuse in his nerves that was bound to explode into a cacophony of intense pleasure and the release of his fluids. It was inevitable. Still, he wanted to hold on, to cherish the sweet and out-of-this-worldly experience that he had come to enjoy deeply like his beautiful and loving mate, John.

His eyes were about to go slitted. If he mated the human, he would have let his primal self take over, but since he was being mated, the takeover of his instincts mostly happened when he was about to orgasm, which he was astonishingly close to.

Ugh…Ugh~...J-John…I…I...

John felt the words reverberate in his mind. He had an idea of what was going to happen, so he lifted his body from the dragon to allow the drakehood to straighten itself out in its natural direction.

Then, it suddenly happened.

Marlo lowered his head a little towards the ground as his pupils turned into lines, letting loose a weary roar towards the sky, letting the world know that he let this happen on his own volition.

Let himself be mated and pleasured by the human, and that he was his, John's and John's only.

His tail became stiff as a board, straightening itself, and his wings extended themselves as much as they could on the natural forest floor. His lower legs involuntarily shook like if he had a spasm as he finally ejaculated.

John, sensing this, used what strength and energy he had and stood straight up the best he could over the drake's tail, his hand still on the withers of the dragon he's grown to love very deeply.

Then, out of the tip of the drakehood, spurt after spurt of Marlo's draconic semen came out, the whitish substance coming out at a rather fast speed.

However, it had only one place to go.

His upper body, neck and face.

Marlo felt the splashes of his own seed on his chest plates with his bullet necklace, along with an amount of it on his neck, his tail whipping around aimlessly as he did so.

Still, large globs of it hit his face, coating his jaws, maw, and snout with it as he continued pumping out his sexual fluids, his eyes shutting as it got over his eyelids to the point that his left one was covered.

John saw it all, the dragon's bright substance that he also had within him covering his upper body. He saw the amount being involuntarily pushed out on him until the drake's body and member started to produce less and less.

Then, he was about finished.

After all was said and done, Marlo's penis let out a few weak strings out onto his belly as it slowly but surely became flaccid despite being its full length, just limp. The spent drakehood simply lied there, pointing towards his face. Speaking of face, Marlo let out several tired pants as he struggled to keep his head upright and partially facing the human, even with his eyes covered and not looking particularly at him. His rear legs were also down on the grass, unmoving. Afterall, he did just orgasm and be penetrated by the man into his passageway, so it was expected that his legs would feel numb and gain the sense of being drained like the rest of him.

“Ughhhhhh-guh...", Marlo let out, which sounded a little like a growl, but it showed plainly that he was exhausted.

John then bent over a lot over his tail and lower half to meet the dragon's face, who was looking down at his chest plate with very little energy to spare. Still inside of him, John extended his right hand to the side of his mate's face. Once he made contact, John instantly felt the warm substance on the drake and used his thumb to wipe most of it off of his left eye, revealing a half-lidded and tapped out eye with smaller pupils transitioning out of a slit and his shining scales. John then took a peek at his right hand, which was covered in his own mate's semen. Wanting to remove it, he took his hand off to under his left wing and smeared it on the grass and dirt. Once he was sure he got most of it off, he resumed his previous position when he was mating Marlo and continued his thrusts into him, faster and more powerful than before.

Marlo numbly felt the slides in through his hole and into his rectum once more. He was so tired from everything that he just let out those light pants, his energy spent. Still, he felt the manhood glide within his walls more and more, faster and faster, and farther and farther, as much as his length could. All he could do was let out light draconic moans of contentment since this whole experience had taken a lot out of him.

“Mmm, ugh, ah, hah, ah…~"

John continued on, making the dance movements they'd had many times before. Despite the new moves to the said dance, it all ended the same way.

After about an hour of intense and tender sexual intercourse, John felt the pressure, a tightening in his testicles.

His dam was about to burst.

The human made more stronger and deeper plunges into the drake's gut as he could, knowing his limit was about to be met. It was the inevitable all creatures of the earth had to feel. The slaps of his flesh against the drake's scales only continued on and on as he made those great thrusts that still slid the drake's body forward and backwards.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

And…

Then, John climaxed.

“Uh, ughhhhhh…", he stood up straight and grunted out as he let himself loose into his mate once more, like all those amazing times in the past.

Jets of his essence flowed into the drake's inner body, coating his sensitive walls with his semen, marking him like the drake marked him. Marlo felt it instantly, feeling the warmness fill him like before, telling him that he's been claimed once again, reinforcing that he was his, him his.

It…

It felt so nice…

Feeling the man spray his seed into him.

It gave him comfort, solace, and, most of all, love.

To let him know that they won't ever leave each other for anything in the world.

John mating him and Marlo mating him was proof of that.

John continued releasing his reproductive fluids into the drake's insides and felt that his body was close to ending it, ending the mating session. Less of the semen came out of the head of his manhood and soaking his mate's intestinal walls with the white and hot substance. After what it felt like about two minutes, his member finally stopped the torrent, feeling warm all over.

It was finished. John mated Marlo once again.

His legs and entire lower body lost all feeling. He collapsed, falling on the drake, just far enough from the dragon's own spend.

They felt the other, close as before, breathing heavily after the whole ordeal.

Ah, mating never got old. They both enjoyed it immensely.

Like all other mated couples, it was an act that reinforced trust, care, companionship, and, most of all, love.

Sweet, warm, unwavering love.

After about five minutes of laying their bodies against one another, John finally shakily lifted his body from his mate's. Standing straight again over his tail, he sluggishly pulled his own lower half away from the drake. Marlo let out a tiny and energy-less groan into his head, feeling the human retract his member, now done. His body very weakly held onto it, but it was clear that it was over, that their mating was finished.

John removed most of his penis from the tailhole. When he had finally taken out the head, his entire manhood was now limp like Marlo's coated in his own human essence as a line stuck between the head and his male entrance. It began to leak out of the drake's hole and went onto his tail.

John, feeling unbelievably drained and numb, bent his body towards the drake's head, and fell off to the right side on his back, his head almost grazing the bottom of the psychic dragon's left wing.

They stood silent beside their breathing, basking in the afterglow of their mating session, the waft of their sacred act permeating throughout the pond area.

It was beautiful and amazing beyond belief as always. Again, the pain at the start detracted from it a little, but it was something they got used to.

It felt like ten or so minutes of the man and drake lying beside one another, both not wanting to move with their half-lidded gazes staring up at the sky.

However, they weren't home and were in a forest. They couldn't rest here.

John, with what little energy he had and a groan, shakily and slowly lifted his naked body from the forest floor. In a little bit of a crawl and bent down walk, he made his way back to the pool.

Marlo did the same thing, albeit with more difficulty.

He started feeling the expected incessant ache in his rear from being mated in addition to the lack of feeling in his lower legs. Still, he had to get up. Marlo, with a few draconic grunts, began to shakily get up in a lowered position filled with drowsiness as he began to awkwardly move hobble-legged, his mate's semen still leaking out of his tailhole and onto the wild grasses.

John made a sound with his body as he gently lowered his body into the pond, sitting down on the natural seat and taking a deep breath, relaxing and feeling the natural waters.

Marlo did the same, moving himself towards the human's side and, with a louder and bigger impact and splash, he plopped his rump down into the spring, instantly feeling the water's soothing effects on his ruptured hole and the stone taking some of the weight off of his legs.

Still half-lidded, they sat there, in silence except for Marlo letting out draconic sound of contentment as he felt the warm and calming liquid on his lower half.

John, sensing discomfort in his mate, opened his mouth to speak, albeit softly.

“You okay?"

Marlo, after letting out several deep breaths, stopped to respond with his hoarse and scratchy throat.

“Y-Yeah…", he croaked out.

They sat there, enjoying their time in the pond.

It felt like, what? About five, ten minutes?

They just basked in the sunlight and this little natural spring.

Then, Marlo unexpectedly spoke to break the quietness.

“I-I think we can...s-stop hunting for today, right?"

John said nothing at first, just relaxing.

But...yeah, they had to stop. It wasn't like it was bad though. They needed to return home and rest. The two just didn't expect to find themselves mating today, let alone in a forest.

Whelp, they did plan on having sex in the springtime, so…well, that happened...

They were just so tired.

It didn't even matter anyways.

John then gave an answer that they both were thinking of Marlo's question.

“Y-Yeah…"

Ahhhh…

This was life.

So unexpected and filled with fears, but beautiful and joyous.

They loved each other so much. They chose to walk the path of life together, all ever since Marlo crashed into John's backyards after being hit by poachers.

It may have seemed impossible and appalling in the eyes of the world, but they didn't care that they mated here, that they were mates, that they were different species, that they were both males.

For nothing mattered more than each other.

Simple as that, for they were mates.

Living together.

Laughing together.

Crying together.

Flying together.

Mating together.

Dying together.

And for the truest love between Humanity and Dragonkind, it was all they needed.