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Kaaneth fidgeted restlessly as he waited on top of a grassy hill under a large cedar tree. Glancing back toward the town, he muttered under his breath, rehearsing what he would say to the dragoness he had met only a few hours ago. “Hey, Keelara, sorry for being weird earlier—no, don't apologize, alpha dragons don't apologize. Keelara, hi! You look as beautiful as ever—come on, really? You only just met her," he chastised himself and curled his tail around his paws. He had alternated between lying down and sitting on the canvas picnic blanket, but neither position felt quite right, so he finally settled for sitting next to the blanket with the wicker basket of food squarely in the middle. Being able to smell the delicious scents coming from the large wicker container, he was tempted to sneak a snack, but he was paranoid that his guest would arrive just as he had a mouthful.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm his nerves and forced a smile. “Keelara, you made it! How was the mine? Did you get to go inside?" he said, tilting his head as he judged himself critically. “Not bad, not great, but okay," he muttered quietly. Glancing at the tree, he snorted in amusement before tilting his head again. “So? Come here often?" he asked before pausing as he thought he heard the sound of wings. However after scanning the sky, he looked back toward the town but couldn't see anyone. Concentrating, he he tried to listen, but other than the lazy breeze rustling the leaves of the tree, he couldn't hear the sounds of wings. Taking a tentative step out from under the tree, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. The blinding light from the setting sun made it difficult to look westward, but as his pupils narrowed to slits and his translucent gray nictitating membranes closed over his amber eyes, he began to see a shape moving towards him.

Blinking, he tried to gauge it's distance before his eyes widened and adrenaline surged through his muscles. With a flick of his wing and tail, he quickly dove to one side as a yellow blur streaked past him, giggling madly as it did so. Whipping his head around, a smile broke out on his snout as he watched Keelara pitch up sharply and bank around in a tight turn. The speed caused her wings to strain under the crushing gravitational forces, but she seemed completely at ease as she completed the turn and corkscrewed happily through the air.

“Hi!" she called out cheerfully as she returned toward him, her large pale wings stretching wide to catch the air and slow her descent. “Almost got you," she added playfully as she began to angle her wings for landing.

Stepping backward to give her more space, Kaaneth was treated to an unobstructed view of the underside of her slender body as she let her hind legs dangle and slowed to a stall. With her lightweight and sleek form, gravity seemed to have no hold on her as she glided closer to him at a walking pace. Only when her hind paws were inches from the ground did she fold her wings and land effortlessly on two legs before dropping down to all fours.

Kaaneth's mouth went dry at her display, and he quickly flicked his head, forcing himself to swallow. “Hi!" he spluttered, louder than intended. “I didn't see you coming, or hear you."

Keelara giggled softly and stepped closer to him. “Well, silly, that was the point," she whispered with a smile, walking close enough for him to catch her scent before turning around and pulling her tail to one side. “Do you mind?" she asked, glancing back at him with a sultry look.

Kaaneth's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to hold her gaze. Any semblance of being a gentledrake rapidly faded as the shape of her curvaceous rump tore his eyes away from hers. “I-um… you mean…?" he said in confusion, only answered by a small tilt of her head and a smile. As his gaze roamed down her slender body and towards her curved haunches, he became fixated on the intersection of her toned tail and curved thighs. only to then grin in realization at what she was asking of him. “Of course..." he murmured and took a step closer to the dragoness.

“Thank you, Kaaneth. It's been frustrating me all day," she said softly, as he moved behind her, feeling one of his paws gently linger on top of her hips. She could feel him fumbling with his inexperience and smiled warmly back at him. “I told you they were a pain," she added as she watched him inspect the leather straps wrapped around her tail and thighs. While she was no longer wearing the bulky tail bags she had when she arrived in town, she still wore the leather straps they had been connected to. “The buckles lift, then twist," she explained and sighed as she heard the telltale click followed by the relief of the straps becoming loose. “Thank you," she murmured and stepped away. With just the motion of her hind legs and a small lift of her tail, the leather rig fell away from her hips, exposing her completely to the afternoon air. As the collection of limp leather straps slid down her legs and landed unceremoniously on the ground, she stepped out of it and, with a flick of her hind paw, sent it off to one side. Reaching up with a forepaw, she looped a talon under the buckle of her harness and unclasped it, before rolling her shoulders to let it slide off and thud onto the ground. “Gods, that feels better," she said and grinned as she caught the drake staring at her body with a nervous yet hungry look.

Kaaneth's blood felt like it was on fire as he watched the slender 'ness saunter around the picnic blanket before stepping on and looking toward his own harness. Feeling slightly self-conscious, he sat back on his haunches so he could unbuckle it. However, instead of letting it fall to the ground, he reached around and used his mouth to grip the saddle horn. Looking around, he spotted a large rock under the tree, and with a few steps, covered the distance and deposited it with care. “Jeb only just oiled it," he said when he looked back and saw her watching with a smirk.

“He has you well-trained, and I mean that in a good way," Keelara remarked and gave the picnic blanket a curious sniff before lying down. With a long stretch, she extended her hind legs alongside her tail and curled her toes while keeping her wings limp across her side. “Most of the drakes I meet in these small towns aren't as… refined," she said with a warm and honest look.

Even while sprawled out on the blanket she managed to look elegant, and Kaaneth quickly caught himself staring. “Refined? Really?" Kaaneth said, his smile growing as she patted the blanket with a forepaw to invite him to lie down. Quickly padding onto the blanket, he kept the wicker basket between them as he lay down to face her. “No one has called me that before— I mean, yeah! I get that a lot! Thanks!" he corrected himself and grinned sheepishly when she giggled. “I wasn't sure what you wanted to eat, so I brought a bit of everything."

"A handsome and refined drake who provides, Kaaneth, you do know how to treat a 'ness. How are you still single?" Keelara grinned and laughed as his frill flattened in embarrassment. "I'm just pulling your tail. What did you bring?" she shuffled closer so she could open the wicker basket with a forepaw. Looking inside, she saw a collection of cheeses, breads, and paper parcels that smelled of honeyed meats. "Oooh, that smells amazing."

Realizing the dragoness might not have eaten anything while on the train, he nodded for her to help herself. "Please, take what you want. The ribs and bits are amazing," he said, shuffling closer to hold the lid open for her. "How was the mine?" he asked, frowning when she shook her head while holding a parcel of meat in her jaws.

"Please, no talking about work," she said once she had placed the parcel between them and began gently unwrapping it with a talon. "I really can't talk about it, sorry. Master will finish the official report in due time, and the decision to keep the mine open isn't ours anyway."

Kaaneth recoiled slightly and swallowed. "They wouldn't actually close it down, would they?" he asked and searched her eyes for an answer. “Most of the people only live here so they can work the mine, what would they do?"

"I'm sure it won't come to that, we are here to do an audit and then pass on our findings higher up. It's pretty routine for us to visit and check things out. But either way, I really can't talk about it," Keelara said firmly, pulling her wings tight against her body. "Can we just forget about the mine for tonight? Please?"

Kaaneth's chest tightened, but when he saw a hint of desperation in her eyes, he realized she needed to escape from her work. Taking a deep breath, he tried to bury the idea of the town becoming a ghost town and trust that this was just a routine inspection. "What mine?" he said, and was rewarded with a genuine smile from the dragoness.

"Exactly. Thank you," she peeled back the last of the paper wrapper to expose the meaty lump between them. "This does smell good," she said, pushing it toward him to take some.

Lowering his head, Kaaneth delicately extracted a large cut of meat from the pile and placed it on his forepaws to save the blanket from being stained. In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the dragoness' bright blue eyes roaming over his prone body and was surprised when he didn't feel as self-conscious as he expected.

Her eyes quickly darted down to the pile of meat when she realized she was staring. She took a dainty chunk of the juicy meat for herself, smiling as she held the meat between her forepaws and tore away a strip. "Awh," she moaned with her mouth full, closing her eyes in bliss as she ate. "That's good!" she managed to announce, tearing off another mouthful.

“You like?" Kaaneth asked rhetorically as he stripped a piece of meat from his portion, grinning when she nodded enthusiastically. “Mike only opened his saloon recently, but, without a doubt, it's the best place in town. That man really gets us," he added after swallowing, watching as the dragoness tore into her meal with ravenous hunger. “Does your master not feed you?" he chuckled and took another bite.

“Oh, he does. This is just really good," she said with her mouth full. Despite her elegance and grace in town, it was becoming clear to Kaaneth that she didn't mind relaxing when no one was looking. “He's actually a pretty good egg. It's just... this job. We're always moving around, and some towns really don't know how to make food for us," she explained, before collecting another lump of meat from the paper parcel. “We stayed in this one town, and I kid you not, they would grind up all the offcuts and water it down into a soup for us."

Kaaneth recoiled in disgust and shuddered. “That's nasty."

“Oh, and it wasn't fresh. Smelled absolutely foul, and surprise, surprise, they had half their labor underperforming," she said, rolling her eyes. “So, my master had some pretty heated words with the overseer. You should have seen it, he practically baled up the overseer and tried to force feed the fat bastard a bowl of the slop," she chuckled, before shrugging her wings and picking at her meat. “The overseer decided to do a reform on the care of their dragons after that, and when we did a follow-up review, the crew were doing good." she added, taking another large bite of her meat.

“They aren't all that bad, though, are they?" Kaaneth asked, relieved when she shook her head softly and flashed him a reassuring smile.

“Oh good," he murmured, continuing to eat. He paused when he found a bone in his meat and glanced at her before crunching down on it. He had been made well aware that humans despised the delicious crunch of bones and was curious to gauge her reaction, but when she seemed unfazed, he chomped down on the bone more.

As they ate in silence, he kept noticing her stealing glances at him and grinned when he was, in turn, caught looking down her sprawled body. Finally, when they had both eaten their fill, they began cleaning their paws of the meaty juices. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw just how dexterous her tongue was as it slipped between her digits and curled around them to clean every nook and cranny. Turning his paws over, he made sure to clean between the softer paw pads before swallowing and watching her finish.

“That hit the spot," Keelara announced, stretching again as she rolled onto her side to lounge more comfortably. “I'm definitely going to tip that barkeep in the morning," she added with a content smile.

“Does your master pay you as well?" Kaaneth asked before stifling a belch. It was very rare that a master would pay his dragons, often claiming that dragons couldn't be trusted with money and instead only provided food and board for their creatures instead. However, the Marshal had made it very clear to Kaaneth that he disagreed with the sentiment and gave the drake a fair wage from his own purse.

Keelara tilted her head from side to side as she stretched one wing out toward her hind legs. “Yes and no. He lets me spend his money on things I want or need. Within reason, of course," she explained, shrugging her wings when the drake cocked his head. “For example, food and lodging? No issues. Repairs to my harness? Not a problem. A day being pampered? If I've been good and if we have time," she explained with a grin.

Kaaneth nodded in understanding, his eyes scanning her for any scars or marks from times she had misbehaved. “But it is still his money, right?" he said but realized he had misspoken when he saw her smile waver. “I mean, it could be a lot worse, though—"

"Oh! Absolutely! Some of the dragons we see, gah!" Keelara said, shivering. "And believe me, I am not cut out for pulling a minecart. Look at me!" she lifted a wing for him to glance down her side. "There aren't many soft jobs out there, especially for a 'ness. And I'm so grateful I'm not in a field picking fruit with my wings bound or anything like that."

Kaaneth hummed in acknowledgment. It was common practice for unsupervised dragons to have iron restraints slipped over their wing arms, pinning their fingers back in a folded position. For a dragon, there weren't many worse feelings than seeing an empty sky above without the ability to spread their wings. "So, you enjoy your job then, I take it?"

Keelara nodded, then rocked her head from side to side. "Yes, seeing the world is nice. But it's just a shame we don't stay long enough to enjoy the sights. Heck, all this moving around and travel has been messing with my cycle for years," she said, grinning as he recoiled slightly. "Oh, relax, it works well for me. Means I can keep working, and trust me, I've heard horror stories of 'nesses in heat on the train. Also, there's no way I have the time to carry an egg, let alone raise a little one."

Nodding in agreement, Kaaneth couldn't help but notice the faintest hint of sadness in her smile. "But is that what you want?" he asked, lowering his head slightly to appear smaller. "To keep working?"

Shrugging her soft wings nonchalantly, she flashed him a smile to play down the idea. "No point in hoping for stuff that ain't gonna happen. Besides, even if I had an egg and did the whole motherly thing, at best, they'd end up working with me and taking over when I get too old to fly. Worst case? Well, it would break my heart to see it taken away from me," she looked away from him and back towards the town. "I doubt my master would sell it, he isn't like that. But the world is pretty messed up right now, and I really wouldn't want to raise a kid in it."

"You can't control who you hatch to, can you," Kaaneth said softly, looking down at his paws while extending each claw one by one. "I hatched the same year as Maakina, but while Jeb is a good man, her owner is an absolute piece of shit," he glanced up and saw that Keelara was once again looking at him. "What I mean is, I wouldn't want to have an egg unless I could be there to keep it safe. Or have someone like Jeb raise it, like I was."

"He does seem like an honest man, and Windslow does seem like a nice place to raise an egg. It's small and remote, but still connected to the world," she mused, looking back towards the town. After a moment of contemplation, she snorted in amusement and glanced back at the white drake. "Well, Kaaneth, I think if there was ever a chance of you having an egg, you'd probably need some practice picking up on hints," she teased, giggling as his frill flattened against his neck.

"What hints?" he asked, but found her laughter infectious, and a smile tugged at his snout. "Sorry, but it's just that, you're a really pretty 'ness. We don't get 'nesses like you in town often and well, I was sure I was reading you wrong."

"Naww, you think I'm pretty, do you?" Keelara said, curling her tail slowly so it brushed gently against his. Her smile grew as he jolted slightly, but she didn't pull away. "I think you're pretty handsome myself," she added, tilting her head down and holding his gaze. "And that frill of yours is pretty adorable—the way it flicks up like that," she said after it perked up from the compliment.

Kaaneth's throat tightened, but he managed a choked chuckle as he bashfully smiled. "Thank you. I really like your..." his words drifted off as he looked over her, trying to say something clever, and was shocked when she lifted her wing again to show off her prone form. "...Everything?" he said, relieved when she giggled playfully. "You're really stunning, but I guess most drakes say that."

Keelara chuckled, tilting her head with a playful look. "I've been told," she grinned, curling her neck into a tight 'S' shape and rocking her folded wings slightly. "But it's always nice to hear."

Chuckling as he fidgeted with his paws, Kaaneth's heart soared. Despite her tail against his and only a wicker basket between them, he felt like she was an impossible distance away and he hated himself for not knowing what to do or say. His heart hammered in his chest as she looked at him with a glint in her eyes and he began to second guess himself. "Ah, well, you are very pretty," he said, flinching slightly as he realized he had repeated himself. "And you have really beautiful..." he spluttered, tensing as she rolled onto her front to come closer.

"Hold still, you have some sauce on your cheek," she said with a smirk, extending her neck to bring her head closer to his. At first, he pulled back to lick his lips, but she continued, giving him a slow, sensual stroke of her tongue against his pale scales. "Hmm, it seems stubborn," she lied, licking him again—this time gently caressing the back of his jaw.

Kaaneth's pulse hammered like a drum, and his stomach fluttered as she continued to lick and nibble his jawline. Instantly, his slit tightened, threatening to spill his length out between his legs as her tail swept up his before looping around and pulling against him. "Keelara, I—" he murmured, turning his head, only for her to leave his cheek and pull away.

"Yes, Kaaneth?" Keelara asked with a sultry look that made his blood boil. "Did I do something wrong?" she smiled, grateful when he slowly shook his head. "Well then... how about it?"

"But we only just met," Kaaneth managed to say, though even as the words left his maw, he found them unconvincing. "I mean, you're nice—more than nice. Amazing! I just want to get to know you—"

"Kaaneth, that's sweet and all, but I only have tonight," she said, moving her head closer while keeping enough distance to emphasize he would need to meet her halfway. "If I had longer, I would love to get to know you more, but we don't. If this is too fast for you, though, I understand."

Kaaneth could feel her breath on his snout and found himself subconsciously moving towards her. "I—I'm kind of new to this," he said, feeling a wave of relief wash over him as she simply smiled and gave him a reassuring shrug. "I may not be all that good—"

“I'll teach you then," Keelara murmured, flicking her eyes between his and his snout. “As much as I can. Would you like that?" she asked, grinning as he nodded. “Well then, let's begin." With the tiniest tilt of her head, she encouraged him to close the distance, smiling as his snout met hers.

Rubbing his snout against hers affectionately, Kaaneth took in her scent and warmth. Unlike the lewd descriptions the miners had given him, this was far more intimate. He nuzzled her cheek, extending his neck further to nibble at her neck. With each gentle bite, his teeth pressed against her soft scales with a tenderness that he hoped made her feel wanted and cherished. Her soft gasp and hum were like music to his ears as he rubbed his nose and teeth down the divide of her yellow scales. Trusting his instincts, he continued to lavish affection on her throat as she raised her head and moaned happily.

“That's it. You're a natural," she cooed, angling her neck to encourage him to continue lower. As he made his way down her throat and towards her chest, she curved her neck down, nuzzling where his frill met his neck. His gentleness and tenderness were a far cry from the dominant, possessive nature of many drakes she had been with before, and she found herself relaxing further into his embrace. With a paw, she lifted the wicker basket away so there was nothing between them, shuffling closer while he continued to press his neck against hers. “Can I see what I'm working with?" she asked, feeling him freeze mid-nibble. Clenching her tail tighter and pressing her neck warmly against his own, she whispered softly, “I'm going to see it eventually."

Kaaneth hummed in acknowledgment and pulled away as Keelara placed a paw on his shoulder, gently pushing him back. Her touch was soft yet commanding as she guided him onto his back. Rolling over, his frill instinctively flattened against his neck, and his forepaws tucked close to his chest as she rose to stand beside him. What little thoughts he had of feeling exposed and vulnerable quickly faded as she affectionately nuzzled his cheek, then pressed the bridge of her snout against the underside of his throat.

“I– I haven't heard of the 'ness being on top," he murmured as she ran her forepaws across his chest, feeling his powerful flight muscles ripple.

“Oh, don't worry, you'll be on top soon enough," she whispered, lifting her head to meet his eyes. While holding his gaze, her forepaws began to roam downwards, and a wry smile formed on her snout. “Just relax, and let Keelara take care of you," she added softly, returning to nuzzling his chest and stroking his belly. “Deputy," she teased, giggling as he snorted in amusement.

Kaaneth's breath hitched as her forepaws continued their relentless teasing touch across his lower belly. Her digits danced across the finer scales of his inner thigh, and a groan escaped his lips as she pressed her paw against his raised slit.

“Gods, that feels good," he murmured as she circled his opening with a soft paw pad. His hips demanded that he thrust upwards and release his length into the air, but he felt strange exposing his most private areas to the dragoness.

“We're just getting started," Keelara whispered with a grin. It was rare for a drake to hold out this long, and she found his bashfulness endearing. “Just relax. We can't have much fun if you keep it in hiding," she added, rubbing her paw against the forward-facing bulge. A small, glistening drop of pre began to ooze from his vent and, as she smeared the slick fluid around his opening, his resolve wavered.

With a gasp and a needy whine, his length parted his slit and began to engorge through her paw. The delicate, soft friction of her paw pads on his growing length made his hips thrust sharply upward, causing his cock to surge in size. “Sorry," he murmured as his hind leg bumped into her side when he humped the air again. Her grip felt incredible—compared to his own paw, her digits were softer, and held him with a teasing firmness that made his tail thud against the ground and him arch his neck to press his horns against the ground.

“Don't apologize," she giggled, stroking her paw up his hardening member. Pink in color and rapidly lengthening, Kaaneth's cock looked almost equine, with a flared tip that promised a curious stretch deep within her core. However, instead of the telltale medial ring, his shaft had a row of small nubs on its underside that progressively became larger towards his base and felt firm under her digits. “Geez, do you have some hippogriff blood in you or something?" she cooed, smiling when he lifted his head to look down his chest at her. “It's impressive."

Kaaneth's snout burned, but a smile formed on his lips as he struggled to say something clever. He opened his mouth to thank her but only a groan escaped when her paw stroked along the underside of his length. Starting at his tip and aided by his pre, her soft paw pads slowly slid down his hard length toward his base. His breathing became ragged as a digit felt up each and every one of the firm ridges, before she wrapped her digits around his base and gave it a teasing squeeze. “Nnngh, fuck," he gasped, his voice little more than a breathless moan.

Keelara smiled playfully as she rolled her paw around his length and began stroking back up toward his tip. “That's good, is it?" she asked rhetorically, giggling while she gently held his throbbing tip when he tried to reply. “Well, how about you return the favor," she added and, while holding his length, stepped over him, turning around to face his cock head-on.

His eyes went wide as her groin suddenly filled his vision. The delightful scent of her arousal made his nostrils flare, and his cock throbbed powerfully in her gentle grip. Looking up, everything was on display for him—the daffodil-yellow pattern of her inner thighs led his eyes toward her glistening vent. Already slightly puffy with anticipation, it came closer to the tip of his snout as she crouched down slightly. Trusting his primal urges, he lifted his snout and pressed his nose to her entrance, licking slowly between her swollen labia. Her taste made him groan into her and lick again, as if he had been dying of thirst and she was his oasis. When her thighs shuddered and her hips bucked against his snout, he knew he was doing well and delved his tongue between her folds as she resumed stroking his hard length.

“Fuck, Kaaneth," Keelara crooned as he lapped at her vagina. Unlike the few drakes that had treated her to such foreplay before, he wasn't trying to shove as much tongue in as he could, but instead was circling and stroking just a few inches inside her passage. Looking down at the throbbing hard length in front of her, she swallowed before running her tongue down the side of his salty length. Instantly, his hips bucked sharply upward, and a deep groan from the drake made his tongue quiver inside her. “Keep going, you're doing so well," she groaned, gently kissing the base of his shaft while making sure her lips protected him from her teeth. His licking intensified when she began to pump her paw up and down his length, alternating between rubbing the ridges on his underside and the silky-smooth top. Extending her tongue, she coiled it around his base and slathered his hard length with her warm saliva while his forepaws wrapped around her waist, pulling her vent close to his snout.

Kaaneth's hips twitched and rolled under her ministrations, fighting against the instinctive urge to thrust, but not wanting to jostle her. All the while, he swirled his tongue around inside her, and when he felt her velvety walls clench down, he knew he was doing something right and quickly repeated another lick across the sensitive area. The hot, spicy scent of her arousal flooded his nostrils as he continued, every stroke making her wetter and wetter. When he tilted his head to get a better angle, her hips humped down on his snout as his chin rubbed her sensitive pearl.

“Kaaneth—" she gasped in a high-pitched whine, suddenly lifting away from the base of his length and tilting her head towards the night sky. “Fuck, just like that," she cooed as he tilted his head again, and her knees grew weaker. Remembering his hard shaft in her paw, she quickly resumed stroking him. With a gentle grip, she began to cradle his tip in her palm, giving a circular motion before stroking down with a firm stroke. The effects were immediate as a pulse of hot pre escaped his tip and landed on his chest, a long string hanging from his tip until she quickly stroked back up to collect it and used it to slide her paw with greater ease.

The drake's mind was a haze of primal emotions, his hips rocking with every downward stroke of the dragoness' paw. His instincts told him to hump into her embrace as if her grip were her vagina, but he tried to focus on the tantalizing taste of her body and continue to prepare her. Even when her paw paused its strokes, he continued to lap at her vent, undeterred. Only when she breathlessly asked him to stop did he pause while keeping his tongue still buried inside her.

“Kaaneth—" she whispered between pants, her forepaws now resting beside his folded wings. “Kaaneth, that was good. But… but I need you," she added, finding it difficult to extract herself from his embrace until his tongue left her clenching passage. Even after he removed his tongue, he dutifully gave her puffy folds a last lick to clean her. Its slow drag across her wet vent made her gasp with giddy excitement. Stepping off the drake, she curved her neck to look back, only to see his glossy snout and hungry eyes track her movements. She didn't move far before widening her stance and lowering her chest to the ground. His jaws parted as she supported her front on her elbows and elegantly hiked her tail to present her dripping vent to him. A playful smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as the white drake hastily rolled over, his rock-hard length making his movements ungraceful, and trotted over to her.

“Are you sure? You're not in heat, are you?" he asked as he came closer and when she shook her head, he playfully nibbled where her tail base joined her rump.

“It's okay, Kaaneth. Just tell me when you're close and pull out, okay?" she said with a hint of self-consciousness. She had heard stories of dragonesses becoming gravid with eggs if their heat started after being intimate with a drake, and while she wasn't ever completely convinced that this was possible, she didn't want to test the theory. The fear that she might have disappointed the drake by denying him were quickly quelled as his forepaws gripped her rump and he pulled himself onto her back. Tucking her wings tight against her sides to keep them out of the way, she moaned happily as his weight settled on her. The way his broad belly scales pressed against her back and how he instinctively lowered his own wings to guard them from the world, made her feel loved and secure. Looking back, she had to giggle at the look of fierce concentration on the drake's face as he pressed his length toward her vent. Arching her back, she tried to make it easy for him to find his mark, but groaned as his slick length only brushed against her entrance and slid between her thighs when he sharply humped.

“Easy, tiger, I'm not going anywhere," she said, knowing he needed her help when he pulled back, only to hump again and slide his shaft along her belly.

“Hold on, back it up," she added, reaching back under her and gripping the tip of his shaft.

Kaaneth let out an involuntary groan as her paw clasped around his blunt tip, and his claws dug into her waist, wishing for nothing more than to thrust again. Clenching his jaws, he followed her instructions and took a tentative half-step backward as she guided him toward her pussy. He didn't realize how far off he was until he took another small shuffle backward and felt her grip change, lining his tip up with her folds. His breathing became heavy and rushed as he felt her press his tip into her, and once he began to feel the enveloping warm wetness on his member, he sharply humped forward.

The sudden intrusion of his cock made her whole body clench, causing her to close her eyes and hiss in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Panic and guilt surged through Kaaneth as he hastily apologized “Sorry–"

“Go easy, big guy," she chastised. When she opened her eyes and looked back, she could see the genuine remorse on the drake's face. “I'm okay, just don't ram into a 'ness like that, okay?" she said, giving him a reassuring smile when he nodded quickly. “Gentle pushes to start. You don't need to rush."

“Sorry," he added again. When she gave him a nod to continue, he began feeding more of his length into her in a slow, steady push. His mind roared for him to hump and bury himself to the hilt, but he clenched his jaws and watched her face for any signs of discomfort.

“Like this?" he asked, feeling his pride swell as she closed her eyes and gave him a blissful nod. Her body was unlike anything he had ever experienced—warm, slick, and tight. He could feel her passage quiver as he pressed deeper, taking a small step forward to close the distance.

“Gods, you're big," Keelara groaned as she adjusted her stance to ease the tension she felt in her core. Pressing deeper still, his forepaws moved from her rump and then pressed down against her shoulders. However as she wiggled in discomfort he quickly moved them to her sides and hunched over her until his head was near hers.

“Nnngh, okay, that's deep enough," she added, his bulk pushing her tail to one side and his hips pressing against the sensitive area where her tail joined her rump.

“This—you, you feel incredible," Kaaneth moaned as he paused inside her. His heart hammered in his chest as his length was almost completely enveloped by her depths. “I didn't know it could feel this good," he added, nuzzling the back of her neck with his snout. “So warm, and—and tight," his voice broke as she rolled her hips upward, her vagina clenching down on his hard length. “Fffunnghuck."

His praise made her smile, and with another twist of her hips, she felt his body tense. Pressing her tail base against his hind leg, she curled her tail around his and relaxed when she felt his tail shudder as it wrapped back around hers.

“Now, pull back and… well, you should get the rest," she added, glancing back to watch his eyes roll back.

The soft suction of her tight passage clinging to his shaft made his claws dig into the ground and a deep groan resonate in his chest. Kaaneth kept pulling back until his instincts begged him to stop and thrust forward, but he paused briefly to wait for her nod of approval before slowly pushing back in. One by one, the firm nubs on the underside of his shaft pressed against her clitoris as he delved back in; each time they did, her passage quivered and shuddered.

“Oh gods!" Keelara wailed as she was treated to the delightful pressure against her sensitive bean, followed by the deep stretch of his shaft filling her once again. “Fucks, yes," she added, pressing back against him until she couldn't take any more. He continued to press deeper, which pushed her body slightly before she sharply tensed, and he thankfully stopped. Before she could complain, he gently nuzzled her neck and nibbled just behind her jaw to apologize. “It's okay; I'm okay," she gasped. Her breathing was shallow as he remained buried inside her and waited for her to recover. “Keep going."

Kaaneth pressed the bridge of his snout under her jaw and breathed in her scent as he slowly withdrew and then pressed back in. Making sure not to press too deep, he was rewarded with a pleasurable moan from Keelara and her forepaws gripping his. “Like this?" he asked as he repeated the motion, feeling his pride swell as she nodded without being able to formulate a coherent sentence.

Slowly, his uneven thrusts began to evolve into a steady rhythm. His length parted her tight folds with every long stroke, pressing his tip deep into her core while his nubs stimulated her sensitive clit and walls. Every withdrawal resulted in her body clenching down on his length, as if begging him not to leave, before he pressed back in, making her groan in bliss. He longed to thrust harder but he held back, determined to make his first time not just pleasurable for himself, but for his partner too. However, with each thrust, the instinctual need to hump harder and take his pleasure became stronger and stronger.

His tail coiled around hers tighter as he began to speed up. The slick friction between them eased as his cock leaked more and more pre into her already dripping vagina. The long trickle of their combined fluids became a streak on her inner thigh as he began to thrust in earnest. His broad tip pressed deep inside her and pulled at her walls as he slid back through her quivering depths. The sensation of her velvety walls against his length was intoxicating, and he found himself shifting his weight from hind leg to hind leg as he thrust in and out of her tight body.

“More," Keelara managed to moan as her body became more accustomed to the stretch of his cock. Turning her head, she looked back and saw him looking at her with a hungry expression that made her breath hitch. Rolling her hips to meet his next thrust, she took more of his cock and whined in pleasure. With more of his length came more of his firm, fleshy nubs that rubbed her clit, and she shuddered in bliss as he began to deliver faster thrusts. “Yes, Kaaneth, nngh, fucking yesss," she groaned.

Leaning more over her back, Kaaneth's breath became ragged as he thrust deeply into her. The scent of their combined arousal filled the space between them, and the slick sounds of his shaft pistoning in and out of her body mixed with their groans to create a lewd soundtrack for anyone in the area to hear. Taking another half step, he began to hilt. The larger of his nubs now rubbing across her clit with every sharp thrust. Pressing further against her, he relaxed his tail to give his hind leg just room to lift and wrapped it over her tail to press down on her rump. With the new angle of his hips, his shaft pressed against more sensitive areas of her body, and her voice became higher-pitched.

“Don't stop, fuck, don't stop. Please," she begged as he thrust into her again and again. Her tail quivered feebly in the air until he firmly gripped it with his again for support and continued to deliver firm thrusts. Her body felt like it was on fire as he took her, but she felt safe and wanted as he looked at her with a lustful expression. With her tail secured, her wings pinned against her sides by his forelegs, and his snout looming next to hers, her body told her she was being taken by a strong drake that was worthy.

Kaaneth gripped her tail tighter with his own and clenched his hind paw against her rump as he tried to hold back from releasing. He guessed she was close, judging by the way her paws gripped his forelegs, the way her mouth was open in a steady pant, and how her eyes scrunched closed. Pressing his muzzle against hers, he tried to say something sexy, but only a desperate groan came from his maw. At first, he thought it was his imagination, but as her forepaws tightened around his wrists, he knew her whole body was becoming tight with anticipation.

Her voice became nothing more than a tense whine, punctuated by the rhythm of his heavy thrusts as he plunged in and out of her. Her clitoris had become firm under the relentless assault of his raised ridges, and her passage clenched every time his tip met the barrier to her womb. Turning her head, she could see he was sharing the same bliss. Her heart skipped a beat, and a deep longing for more pulled at her mind when he tilted his head, and his lips pressed against hers.

Kaaneth had seen many of the townsfolk perform such a ritual and moaned when her wet tongue invaded his mouth and pressed against his own. The sudden intimacy made his dick throb, and the tip began to slowly flare larger. Her passage felt tighter, and as he began to struggle to pull back, he resorted to more frantic thrusts while keeping himself as deep as possible. Gasping, he broke their kiss and struggled to warn her. “I'm—I'm, fuck... I'm close," he whimpered, scrunching his eyes closed as he tried to hold back.

“Just a bit more," she whined in response, arching her back so that the textured underside of his cock pressed more firmly against her sensitive clitoris. “A bit more, let me have this, then pull out. I'm almost there," she added, looking back to see his snout wrinkled as he tried to contain himself. “Okay?"

“Okay—" he gasped as he adjusted his footing and tried to concentrate on something other than the sensual friction of her slick walls clenching against his swelling tip. Every pull back of his thickening tip began to tug her hips backwards slightly and the combination of her tightness and the suction his tip was creating made for a sensation that drew more pre from him. With every thrust in, he came closer and closer to losing all sense of control. “Fuck, nnghods. This is good, so good," he rambled, his head next to hers. “I don't know if I—if I… If I can stop— I should stop—"

“Don't stop! Please don't stop," she cried desperately. On the cusp of a climax, she rocked her hips backwards to meet his thrusts and enjoyed the feeling of his hips meeting hers again and again. Her pleasure began to skyrocket as his tip swelled larger inside her and his fleshy nubs seemed to engorge and strum against her pleasure button. “Faaaahck!" she cried in bliss as, with a particularly jarring thrust, she came undone.

Kaaneth's breath was taken away as she climaxed on his hard length. The way her walls hugged his shaft tightly and quivered as she became even wetter and convulsed around him was overwhelming. The sudden flush of liquid on his thighs was the final straw, and before he knew it, he had shoved himself in as far as he could go and felt his climax rocket through him. His eyes snapped open in realization, and he tried to yank backwards, but to his dismay, he found his flared tip fully engorged and lodged tight against her innermost barrier. “Oh no—" he croaked as his cock throbbed and erupted deep inside her. Hilted in her depths, his flared tip pulsed against her cervix before sending a hot splurt of seed through the dilated opening and into her womb.

Whipping her head up in a mixture of surprise and realization, Keelara tensed at the feeling of his seed surging into her. Looking back as her climax continued, she could see the look of shock and concern on her partner's face, as he half heartedly tried to tug backwards before instinctively pressing against her again. “It's okay," she whimpered, resigning herself to enjoy the moment. “It's okay," she added, mostly for herself. Knowing that she wasn't in heat, she ground her hips against his and coiled her tail tighter around his as she felt every subsequent surge of seed flood her depths.

Kaaneth hunched over her and sharply humped once, then twice, as his internal balls drained into the dragoness. Every throb delivered more and more of his pent-up seed into her body, and a low primal growl resonated from deep in his chest as he came down from his dizzying high. He could feel her passage continue to shudder and quiver weakly as his ejaculations slowed. He pressed the bridge of his snout against her cheek, huffing for breath. “I–I should have… pulled– sorry," he murmured, lifting his head when she pulled her cheek away from him. However, instead of chastising him, he was surprised when she turned her neck and pressed her lips to his. Relief washed over him as he tilted his head and parted his jaws to deepen the kiss.

Deep inside her, his cock continued to twitch weakly as it delivered the last of his pent-up seed and began to soften. Feeling her tight passage start to push his cock out, he broke their kiss and rolled his hips upward, sliding his flaccid length out of her depths. His eyes widened at the wet sound as his flared tip schlopped out of her passage, but smiled weakly as she giggled. A long trail of their combined pleasure linked them together before it became too thin to support itself and broke, staining the blanket beneath them.

Crooning in the bliss of her afterglow, Keelara released her grip on his tail and flopped to the ground before rolling onto her side under the drake. Wiggling in satisfaction, she looked up at him, her head resting on the soft ground. “Psst, now we cuddle," she whispered with a grin, curling into a crescent shape as he began to lay down behind her. Initially, his paws hesitated against hers, but he didn't resist as she reached over her shoulders and pulled his forepaws around her body. “You did good. Real good," she mused, wiggling her back against his underside as his tail wrapped around hers. A soft croon escaped her lips as his hind leg stretched over the base of her tail and even though she could feel the wetness of his retreating length smear against her, she didn't care as she enjoyed their embrace.

“You told me to pull out, though, what if—"

“Oh, shhh," she hissed, coiling her neck to nibble the underside of his chin. “I'm not in heat, it's fine. It's just messy," she said, hoping her heat wouldn't start in the next few days. Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that she had a lot of work ahead, and it was unlikely her body would start its cycle if she kept busy. “But for your first time, that was impressive," she added, humming in approval as he held her closer and draped a large wing over her.

“I had a good teacher," Kaaneth replied, before lifting his head to lick her between her horns. “A really sexy teacher," he added with a smirk, which turned into a grin as she snorted in amusement and clenched her tail against his. He continued to show his appreciation and affection to the dragoness but as his eyes caught sight of the wicker basket, he stretched out his wing and began pulling it closer.

“Really?" Keelara laughed as he fumbled to drag the basket over the blanket. Turning her head, she sighed as he smiled sheepishly and extended a paw to pull the basket closer. “Drakes."

“Hey, it was for you too. There's some nice cheese and fresh bread," he said as he tipped the basket over and opened the lid. “But if you don't want any—"

“I never said that," Keelara giggled as he extracted a large wedge of cheese wrapped in cloth. Snuggling against him, she watched as he set about breaking a loaf of crusty bread into chunks and unwrapped the yellow cheese. Once it was cut and divided, she gripped his forepaw and brought it to her mouth, licking his talon clean. Her wet tongue started at his curved claws, but continued to run across his paw pads, pressing between his digits.

“That is good," she added as she finished, grinning as he shuffled his hips against her. Reaching forward, she collected a chunk and offered it to the drake, who carefully took it with his mouth. While he ate, she took a smaller piece and began picking at it with her claws, gently tearing off small lumps of bread and squashing the cheese into it before tasting it. Looking up, the stars had begun to emerge as the sun's last rays faded over the horizon.

“It is nice out here," she mused, pulling another lump from her chunk of bread.

“It is, isn't it?" Kaaneth agreed, adjusting his grip on her shoulders to hold her close. “Are you really leaving in the morning?" he asked, his heart sinking when she nodded. “I thought an audit would take longer."

“Please, let's not talk about work, Kaaneth," she hummed, pulling his forepaws tighter around her. She tried to dismiss the memory of the conversations she'd overheard back in the city, but felt a pang of guilt as the friendly drake held her close. “Kaaneth, whatever happens to the mine… I just want you to know it's nothing personal, okay?" she said, pressing her head under his jaw. “What just happened, it won't change things either way. Okay?"

Kaaneth tried not to show his mixed emotions and was grateful she couldn't see his face. Taking a deep breath, he idly stroked his claws across her chest scales before tilting his head down to lick between her horns again.

“I thought we weren't talking about your work," he said with a smirk but gave her a sincere smile when she turned her head to look at him.

“Thanks, Kaaneth, you're a good egg," Keelara said, nuzzling his chin before resting her head back down on the blanket and enjoying the moment. “Windslow seems like a nice town. I could definitely see myself spending more time in a town like this, if I could."

“It's not as big and flashy as the city, but it's home," Kaaneth replied warmly, tucking his wing tighter around her as she slowly picked at her bread.

“Just a home would be nice," Keelara said, holding his tail tighter with her own. “But as much as I would like it here, I don't see how I could. There probably isn't much to do out here for a 'ness like me."

“Oh, I wouldn't say that," Kaaneth retorted, quickly thinking of jobs she could do. But the more he thought about it, he quickly realized that aside from his own job, most of the work around the town involved manual labor. “There's… cattle farming—"

“Really, Kaaneth? Cattle farming?" she snorted and rolled over to face him, pulling herself close against his underside. “You expect me to chase smelly cows around a paddock, do you?"

“No— I mean, well, it's an honest job," he protested, grinning when she shook her head in disbelief. “Maybe Jeb could make you a deputy too. It's probably the easiest job in town."

“A deputy, huh?" Keelara smirked, nuzzling the bridge of her snout under his chin. “Deputy Keelara. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" she mused, stroking her forepaw across his toned chest. “But I don't think that could work though—there are probably rules about deputies fucking eachothers brains out every night," she added, grinning as he tensed.

Kaaneth's frill perked up, and his smile matched hers as he pulled his head back to look at her. “Every night, you say?" he asked, hooking a hind paw behind her tail to press her groin against his. “Well, as far as I'm aware, there aren't any rules against that," he said, curling his neck to press his snout against her cheek. He could feel his loins stir and playfully nibbled at her soft ear. “But, if that's what's expected of me, then I may need a few more lessons," he whispered and groaned when she tilted her head and pressed her lips to his. His slit began to tense as she rolled her hips against his and pressed her tongue into his maw. Following her guiding push, he rolled over with her until he was straddling her and broke their kiss to look down at her.

With lust-filled eyes, the yellow dragoness gave him a nod of approval before using her tail to arch her hips against his. “Alright then, Kaaneth, let's see how many lessons we can do before dawn."

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Kaaneth watched with bated breath as the doors to the leading carriage of the train opened. It had been just over seven months since he had seen Keelara leave the town of Windslow, and each time the train arrived, he waited under the water tower with Jeb, hoping he would see her return. But as the carriage doors slid open and a lone blue drake stepped out, he sighed in disappointment as the steady stream of mining dragons filed into the car.

"Sorry, partner. Doesn't look like she's coming back," Jeb said as he rested a hand on the white dragon's shoulder. He opened his mouth to say something more supportive before coughing deeply and leaning heavily against the dragon. The old man hacked and coughed before clearing his throat and spitting a glob of phlegm onto the dusty road. "Could be worse, though," he added with a weak smile.

"I just hoped she would come back to at least say goodbye or something," Kaaneth said softly as he watched the dragons he had known while growing up be ordered to fit into the train car. There were no minecarts being connected to the train, no more ore to be mined, and today marked the last of the miners leaving the town of Windslow. While some of the mining dragons looked back at the town with a sad fondness as they boarded, the few administrative staff all climbed into the passenger cars without a second look.

As he looked down the main street, many of the stores had closed down, now empty husks of what they once were. The post office, gunsmith, and other half-built buildings now lay abandoned, with workers putting down their tools as soon as the closure had been announced. A commotion at the train drew the Marshal's attention as they watched Maakina's owner shout angrily at one of the mine's administrators, who was boarding the train with Mayor Daniels. Clearly, the man was upset about having supplied lumber for the construction of the various buildings but had not been paid. Looming behind the red-faced man stood Maakina, her muscles tensing under her scales and she raked her talons through the ground as she watched on. While her owner was clearly upset about his profits, Kaaneth imagined that Maakina was not thrilled about having done all the work only for it to fall through.

“Yeah. It could be worse," Kaaneth mused as they watched on. “Mayor Daniels is leaving us too?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief when Jeb grunted in acknowledgement.

“He reckons he can get them to reopen if he goes to the city himself. But I doubt he'll return if he fails," Jeb said with a defeated sigh. “They've been training out all the equipment from the mine for months. It would take a miracle for them to change their mind now."

Kaaneth's eyes widened as he saw Maakina's owner spit in the face of the administrator and give the recoiling mayor a rude gesture. Thankfully, the scene didn't escalate and, with Maakina stalking behind him, he walked away from the train and back toward his sawmill.

“So, what happens now?" Kaaneth asked, rising to his feet as Jeb tucked his thumbs under his suspenders. “There aren't many people left in Windslow now." With the miners still trying to enter the carriage, the duo concluded that there wasn't much more to see and began the steady walk back to their office.

“There are still some people left, Kaany," Jeb mused, giving the drake a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Which means we're still needed here," he said, offering a warm smile. “And, with Mayor Daniels probably gone for good, they are going to look to us for order now."

Kaaneth grunted in acknowledgment, looking down the quiet main street. The Marshal was right. There was still a collection of residents who were either too loyal or too foolish to leave, and they would call on them if they had issues. “I guess it's going to get pretty quiet around here, then," he mused, eyeing the peaked rooftop of the general store, making a mental note to perhaps enjoy a long nap atop it in the sun. “Will you still need a partner if there isn't that much work?"

“Aye, it's going to be a lot quieter, that's for sure," Jeb replied, fidgeting with the loop that secured his pistol in its holster. “And who knows, if they reduce my pay, I might have to look at selling you," he said with a concerningly straight face. Only when Kaaneth's jaw dropped in disbelief did he snicker and playfully swat the drake's shoulder. “Oh, don't you worry your pretty frill about it. I couldn't sell you even if I tried," he added, gesturing to the now-empty dragon stockade. While the owners still lived in town, without any customers to sell too, they had taken their stock to the city. “Besides, I'm not getting any younger, so I'm going to need my deputy more than ever. That is, unless you wanted to—"

“No," Kaaneth said quickly before flashing the man a smile. “Windslow is still home. But thank you," he mused and, as they walked, he began to think again of the yellow dragoness and wondered where she could be. His eyes narrowed as they approached the Marshal's office and saw a dragon standing at the main entrance. Clearly male and built for long-distance flying, his muscles were lean and his wings were held tight against his navy blue-scaled body. The mysterious drake fidgeted with something in a large canvas satchel that hung around his neck and only when the duo came closer did they recognize the embroidery on his harness that identified him as a courier. Because the now abandoned post office had still been under construction, the Marshal's office was used as a mail hub for the town and the pair walked faster when they saw how restless the drake was.

“Can we help you?" Kaaneth asked as they came within earshot. At the far end of the main street, the train blew its whistle to signal its imminent departure, and the drake looked at them with a mixture of relief and impatience.

“Marshal Jebediah McBraid?" The courier asked, and when the man nodded, he glanced towards Kaaneth. “I have a letter and a parcel for you and your drake," he said, then sat back on his haunches to reach into his satchel. With a letter between his digits, he passed the envelope to Jebediah and then reached in again to produce a wooden box. Placing it down with care in front of the man, the courier rose to all fours and mantled his wings. “I must be off, good day to you," he said politely and, with a final nod in farewell, took off at a trot down the main street, then cantered as the train blew its whistle again.

Kaaneth frowned as Jeb unfolded the letter and began to read. Craning his neck, he looked over the man's shoulders and tried to read along. The letters were not like the ones he had been learning, with flowing cursive lines that hardly lifted between words. “I don't…" his words drifted off as he made out a few key words. “What does it mean?" he asked and recoiled back when the man turned to face him with a wide grin on his face.

“Oh, Kaaneth… oh, my Kaaneth." Jeb chuckled nervously and bent down to pick up the heavy wooden box. Cracking the lid open, he checked to make sure the contents were still intact before turning it around and opening the lid fully for the drake to see.

Kaaneth's eyes widened, and his head pulled back suddenly in shock. With his frill erect, he looked inside the box in wonder and concern. Nestled amongst densely packed straw lay a worn leather coin purse and, more importantly, a single, large dragon egg. Yellow in color with a swirl of white through its shell, his mind raced at what this meant. “I'm confused, how—why… what does this mean?"

Jeb stepped towards the dragon and held the box up higher for him to take a closer look. “What does this mean? It means that things are not going to get quieter around here."

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Dear Marshal Jebediah McBraid and Kaaneth of Windslow,

I understand the nature of this letter is quite strange and forthcoming; however, a situation arose after our visit, which now compels us to ask a favor we do not deserve. Enclosed with this letter is an egg, of which Kaaneth is surely the sire. We pray it has arrived safely and that it is you two who are reading this.

We saw how well you raised Kaaneth, and I ask that you find it in your hearts to take on the duty of raising this egg. With our work taking us across the land, we neither have the time nor the experience to raise a child, despite how much we wish things were different. We understand this request may be difficult, given our findings at the Windslow silver mine and what our report has meant for your town, yet, we pray you can look past our actions for the welfare of the egg.

No amount of money could compare to the value I place on this egg, and selling it was never an option. We recognize this is a significant request, and we have enclosed with the egg what savings we can afford to assist with the care and comfort of the wyrmling. Perhaps, in the future, our circumstances may change, and we can be reunited, but with tensions rising between the north and south of this land, I am doubtful.

Please take good care of it and give it the life we both wished for. I beg of you.

Written on behalf of my dragon,

Keelara.