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The wall of white snow did nothing to dampen Keekzee’s mood, as he stepped through the knee-high snow while dragging the rented sled behind him. Visibility was reduced to only a few metres, but even if the snow suddenly stopped, the black drake would have looked like a moving snowdrift with how the powdery flakes clung to his fur. The pale moon on the horizon light tried valiantly to penetrate a patch of lighter grey clouds, but instead made them glow a ghostly silver. His double coat was perfect for weather like this, and the snow hardly had a chance to melt due to the insulating properties of his luscious fur. Keeping his feathered wings tucked close to his body to preserve their warmth, Keekzee continued to climb up the hill towards the cave that he and his mate had been assigned. Despite being hundreds of kilometres away from the slopes he had grown up on, Keekzee felt completely at home in the Swiss Alps.

Continuing to climb, his smile grew when the flickering orange light of a fire began to become visible through the haze of evening snow and diffused moonlight. He imagined his mate of ten years would likely be huddled around the fireplace, keeping warm and staying comfortable. Unlike his previous mate, Viina wasn’t well suited to the cold, and although she never complained, he knew that she preferred the warmth of the Mediterranean sun on her scales. His pace quickened at the thought of pulling her against his thick pelt and keeping her warm, and he approached the mouth of their cave at an eager trot. The straps of his harness dug into his shoulders as the sled behind him protested the new pace, but he paid it little attention as he felt the warmth radiate out of their rented cave.

“I’m back!” Keekzee announced as he took a wide turn to bring the sled alongside the snowdrift he had made when he cleared a path out of their shelter. Dropping down to his haunches, he curled around himself and began to unbuckle the sled’s thick leather straps from the harness that wrapped around his powerful rump. “And I’ve got some bad news. The snow has closed Zurich’s airport, and they’re redirecting all flights to Geneva. There is an airport bus taking people to Zurich, but the company is sending their own to bring them up directly from Geneva. Hopefully no one gets on the wrong one. Either way, we aren’t getting anyone until late tomorrow, and we are going to have to compress Friday.” He continued while fumbling with a buckle that was misbehaving. The leather must have gotten wet at some point and had now frozen in a tight loop around the buckle. Slipping a talon through the loop, he managed to tug it free and the sled finally came loose. “I was thinking that maybe we divide and conquer and split the group. Do you want to do chocolate tasting, or watch making? I don’t mind either way.” He continued, and frowned when he didn’t hear his mate reply. After glancing behind him to make sure that the sled wasn’t about to slide away, Keekzee dipped his head into the cave and peered inside.

It was exactly how he had left it, albeit without Viina lying by the fire pit that stood proudly in the middle of the fur skin rugs that lined the floor. Despite having an opening only just large enough to squeeze through, the interior of the cave was large enough for a small family of dragons to stretch out. However, unlike a hotel room that would offer separate beds for their guests, this cave was littered with a variety of throw cushions and thick furs for guests to lie wherever was comfortable. “Viina?” Keekzee asked, with an edge of concern creeping into his voice as he realised the dragoness wasn’t inside. There weren’t many places inside the cave for the dragoness to be, as it was mostly one large living and sleeping area, with a small room carved off to the side that had been made into a restroom.

His heart skipped a beat as he realised she wasn’t inside, and he retracted his head to look around the surrounding moonlit landscape. Automatically, his pupils dilated to take in as much light as they could, but the heavy snow made seeing anything past a few metres almost impossible. He knew that the dragoness was capable and in good shape, but without a coat of thick fur, and with such limited visibility, it could turn dangerous for the dragoness very quickly. “VIINA!” he called out loudly and listened for any reply. The snow was falling so heavily that he could hear the hiss of countless flakes falling around him.

Turning around on the spot, Keekzee looked down the slope where he had come and leaned his neck from side to side as if trying to get an unobstructed angle through the snowstorm. Lifting his folded wings, he contemplated taking flight to try and spot her from above the trees; however, with the snow falling so intensely and no lights on the slope itself, he wouldn’t be able to see much and risk crashing. “VIINA!” he cried out again, leaning back and standing up on his hind legs to try and get his voice to carry further.

While sweeping his gaze left and right, he almost missed the flash of red behind him in the pile of snow he had pushed back when digging out the entrance to their cave. The crimson frill flicked up, sending a scattering of snow in his direction before disappearing again. Whipping his head around to see what it was, Keekzee roared in surprise as Viina lunged. Like a big cat from the savana, the dragoness launched out of the snow with paws extended and crashed into his side. Thankfully, her claws were retracted and didnt catch or pull on his thick fur, and instead she used her momentum to knock him off his feet and drove him into the snow back-first. Giggles filled the air from the dragoness, even though the wind was almost knocked out of Keekzee, and they sank into the snow together. Instinctively, he wrapped his paws around his assailant and noticed how cold her scales were against his paw pads.

“Viina!” Keekzee gasped, escalating the dragoness’ laughter as she pulled herself against his lush fur and used him as a barrier between herself and the snow. The dragoness wiggled against him, burying herself in his lush fur and sought the warmth below. The sensation of her cold body against his was at first uncomfortable, but realising just how chilled she was, he quickly pulled her against him. “Gods, you scared me! What are you doing out? You’ll catch something—”

“Heh-heh, I did!” Viina retorted cheerfully and squeezed her forelegs around his chest to emphasise her point. “The abominable snow Viina strikes again!” she announced triumphantly. She was clearly in a playful mood, one that Keekzee cherished, as it was a sign she was relaxed enough to actually be herself. “Gotcha good, though, didn’t I?” she asked rhetorically and wiggled against him until he brought his feathered wings around her to cocoon her from the world. “I heard you trudging up the hill, you know. I’m always surprised at how loud moving through snow is,” she continued, with a slight shiver in her voice.

“How long were you hiding in the snow? You’re freezing!” he asked in genuine concern and coiled his neck so that he could look down at her. His large, black wings obscured most of her size, but with her stretched out on top of him, their size difference was noticeable. Her tail was far more slender and streamlined compared to his fluffy appendage, and was almost a metre shorter than his. Likewise, her snout only came up to behind his jaw as they lay on the cold ground.

“Oh, gods, not long at all. I’m surprised you didn’t hear me burying myself,” she replied and nuzzled her snout into the side of his neck. Despite his encompassing wings and his fluffy tail, no matter how he held her, there was always going to be a part of her exposed to the elements. “This is nice and all… but can we go inside?” she asked and relaxed her grip on his body.

“Oh, Is it too cold for you, is it?” Keekzee asked with a chuckle and tightened his wings around her to enjoy the moment. “It’s almost like someone should have stayed inside,” he teased before curling his neck and, when she lifted hers, kissing her briefly on the snout. “Come on then,” Keekzee added at last and relaxed his wings so she could stand up. In the cool moon glow, the dragoness’ scales looked matte and ethereal, and the crimson neck frill was the only colour to grace her slender and athletic body. Unlike him, her body was covered in smooth, overlapping scales that accentuated the dragoness’ sleek lines and agile appearance. Compared to his shaggy and often unruly fur, she always looked professional and well kept, and the only blemishes on her pristine hide were her stump like wings and the scars from where their membranes once joined her body. In public, the dragoness would often wear a harness that would cover the marks to hide and the remaining wing stumps from view, however when she was alone with him, she allowed herself to relax.

Free from his embrace, and now exposed to the cold evening air again, the dragoness practically bounded off him and leapt back towards their cave as if the ground was trying to catch her. Rolling to his side and then over onto his front, Keekzee righted himself before shaking his whole body from head to tail. A flurry of snow was sent flying in all directions, and he stepped towards their cave before it could settle back on his fur again. “Here, I’ll pass them to you, saves tracking snow in,” Keekzee mused and collected the first bag of supplies from the sled with his mouth. Pushing his head into the cave, he passed it to Viina, who then took it inside. The warm, flickering light of the open flame made her polished white scales glimmer like pearls, and Keekzee couldn’t help but stare with a package in his mouth while she placed the first one down near the far wall of their cave. Between the fur rugs, the isolated cave, the warm fire, and her not wearing her harness, the moment felt almost primal. If it wasn’t for the taste of plastic from the container in his jaws, he could let his imagination run wild and believe they were dragons of old.

“How long are we staying here? I thought it was just two nights,” Viina asked as she turned around and caught him staring. Her frill telegraphed her emotions, flicking up briefly in surprise that someone was studying her, then flattening against her neck in sheepish pride. She had likely caught the hungry look in his eyes, the knowledge that they didn’t have to rise early to greet guests, and what that entailed for their night, made his tail flick from side to side in anticipation.

He waited until she had taken the box from his mouth before replying. “It should be two nights, but you never know. This storm doesn’t look like it’s going to pass anytime soon, so I got some ‘just in case’ food,” he explained, and smiled as she strode across the room, letting her tail bounce more than usual. “I also got some more dry firewood; that way we can have the place as warm as we want. And some smoked meat, cheese, even some of those feta-stuffed olives that you like.” He continued with a smirk when her frill perked up. Curling back out of the cave, he moved the heavy bag of firewood to one side so that he could collect a lighter one and passed it to her as she came to the entrance. “I also got you something for today, it’s special after all–”

“I thought we agreed not to do Valentine’s Day,” Viina replied once she had placed the box down and looked back at him with a raised eyeridge. After Keekzee had made a joke about buying her a stuffed animal the size of a small car, the dragoness had insisted that they not spoil each other with impractical gifts for Valentine’s Day. After all, they spent most of their time travelling, and as funny as it would be to see the dragoness carrying the toy on her back all through Europe, Keekzee had relented.

“Oh, I didn’t say it was a Valentine’s Day thing,” Keekzee chuckled with a mock-innocent smile that did little to convince the dragoness. “But it’s still a special day, so I had to get you something,” he continued before heaving the large bag of firewood in through the cave entrance and placing it just out of the way. Viina looked at him sceptically from across the stone cave, making Keekzee chuckle as her frill slowly perked up from being flat against her neck and instead fanned to become half erect.

“And what’s so special about today, if not Valentine’s Day?” Viina asked while tilting her head slightly in confusion. Chuckling, Keekzee stepped backwards one last time and unwrapped his gift just enough to extract a single long-stemmed rose from within the wrappings. Tucking the rest of the slim package under a folded wing, he gave himself one last shake-off before stepping into the warm cave while holding the rose in his maw.

“Keekzee!” Viina scolded, but her frill flattened as she sat back on her haunches. “We agreed!” she continued and brought her forepaws closer together when he came within reach of her.

Shrugging his wings, he allowed her to lean in to take the rose from his mouth before sharply pulling his head back at the last second. “Hey, this is mine!” he retorted through his teeth, as he held the rose tight. “You said you didn’t want anything! Remember?” he added with a broad, toothy smile and rocked his head from side to side like a hatchling, emphasising that it was his flower. “We don’t need a silly gift to know you love me…” Keekzee continued in a more feminine voice.

“Oh, so you got it for yourself, did you? Where did you even get a rose? It’s like twenty below out there,” Viina asked and stepped closer to pretend to inspect his precious flower. Keekzee remained playfully cautious of her close proximity and turned his head so that she could see it, ready to pull it further away if she tried to snatch it from him.

“I ordered it…” Keekzee said cautiously while eyeing her up. A small twitch in her tail tried to pull his focus from her body, but he was ready for it, and rotated his body as soon as she lunged. “Hey! Get your own!” Keekzee cried through clenched teeth as he managed to use his body to deflect her and keep his flower safe. “I was going to give it to you, but not if you’re going to be a meanie!” he added childishly and giggled when Viina turned around with an exaggerated pouting expression. After days of being charismatic, professional, and knowledgeable for their guests, Keekzee enjoyed this playful side of Viina, and he couldn’t help but become infected by her childish antics.

“Nope, I don’t want it,” Viina retorted, clearly changing tactics to a playful attempt at reverse psychology. “I don’t need a flower, I’m pretty just the way I am,” she continued before noticing that he was holding one wing tighter against his body than the other. “What else have you got?” she asked and lowered her body a few inches to hold herself in a more prowling-like posture.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know!” Keekzee laughed and turned around to walk towards the stack of boxes that they’d unloaded. By turning his back to her, he invited her to pounce again, and this time he didn’t move out of the way. The sudden weight of the wingless dragoness landing on him sent him stumbling forwards and the gasping laugh that escaped his mouth sent the rose tumbling towards the ground. However, before it could touch the ground, it was snatched out of the air by the pale dragoness who lunged her neck forwards and caught it by the stem. “Hey!”

“Mine!” Viina declared out triumphantly through a broad smile and pulled her head back while she stayed latched onto his back. She seemed to anticipate his next move, and when he tilted to one side to lower her to the ground, the dragoness leapt off him and trotted to a safe distance. Letting her have the rose that he had bought for her, Keekzee shook his head in amusement before relaxing his folded wing and letting the bag of crispy biscotti fall to the ground with a dull thud. “Wait, is that?” Viina asked with the red rose still between her teeth as she recognised the packet as one of her favourite brands, and one that they had learnt was only sold locally in Italy.

“Oh, you want some of this, do you?” Keekzee asked rhetorically and picked it up with a forepaw before sitting back on his haunches. “I ordered this too, arrived this morning. They feel crispy too,” he continued, selling the biscuits to the dragoness, who now stood with the flower dangling from her maw and looked at the bag with a longing expression. “Although, I think we are going to have to have a chat about our relationship, Viina,” he continued, adopting a more serious tone that made her eyes flick from the packet to meet his own. “I feel like I’m bringing a lot to this relationship, the flower, this biscotti…” he continued, letting his words trail off to make it clear that he was joking.

“Hey now, I handled that hen’s party last week, the one that you were feeling too ‘unwell’ to deal with’. And don’t forget I led that tour of the gross fish restaurant in Sweden while you got your talon looked at. Oh, and you loved that salon visit I booked for you, Mister Bouncy Floof,” Viina retorted with a widening smile as Keekzee grinned sheepishly. “And… I’m keeping the fire going,” Viina replied with a cheeky grin and glanced towards the fire before turning to collect another log. Clutching it in a forepaw, she walked on three legs to the fire pit in the middle of the room and tossed it into the centre. “See?”

“That’s fair, you are doing a great job,” Keekzee replied while lifting a wing just enough to invite her closer. “Maybe my sleek and sexy mate has earned a bit of my biscotti…” he added and used a talon to pierce the bag of crispy treats. Tracking her movements in his peripheral vision, his attention was pulled away from the snacks when he saw her walking with even more sway in her hips, as she practically sauntered around the room to approach him.

“Although… It is a bit cold for a ‘ness without warm, sexy fur like yours…” Viina said while pretending to shiver. With the fire pit crackling away, and the only openings to the world being the entrance and a vent carved into the ceiling to let the smoke out, the room was very warm, and Keekzee’s heart quickened when he realised what she was alluding to. Lifting his folded wing further for her as she approached, while also holding out the bag of cookies, he was surprised when the dragoness didn’t just take the bag and instead circled around to sit under his wing. Lowering it around her and pulling her against his side, Keekzee practically purred in happiness as he felt her smooth scales against him once more.

“I can share,” Keekzee mused and leaned his snout against her neck while she collected a piece of biscotti from his bag. Pressing the bridge of his nose up against the underside of her jaw, he could smell the faint scent of pine needles from the trees that lined the slopes and frost from where she had hidden in ambush and chuckled at her antics. “Flowers, snacks, open fire, and my mate. There ain’t much more this drake needs in his life,” he murmured softly, while gently nibbling affectionately at the overlapping scales on her throat.

“Mmmwheeeely?” Viina said with a mouth full of crunchy biscuits, and when he pulled his head away to look at her, he saw that she was holding one large piece out the front of her mouth. Leaning forwards, Keekzee angled his maw to break off a piece and, in doing so, gently bumped his furred nose against hers. She crunched loudly on the fragments of snack in her mouth before swallowing and nuzzling him back. “I bet I could think of something you’d enjoy,” she added in a soft whisper that made Keekzee’s sheath tighten.

“Oh?” Keekzee replied hopefully, his eyes going wide and earning a snort of a giggle from the dragoness. “And, ah… what would that be?” he asked in mock confusion and retracted his wing when she leaned forward to rise to all fours. She moved without urgency as she took two steps forward and looked back over her shoulder at him with a seductive smile. His jaw fell agape as she momentarily lifted her tail in his direction. The moment was brief, and fleeting, but just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her slit, before she began to lie down a few metres away from the fire pit. Of course it was nothing that he hadn’t seen before, but seeing how she so elegantly and gracefully teased him always made him pause. Sprawling partially to her side, she let her hind legs kick out to one side and pulled her tail back a few degrees to give him an unobstructed view of her rear. Angled perfectly with the firelight flickering across her scales, Keekzee’s eyes lingered on the tidy line of her vent. Flanked by her slightly round and plump labia, the usually hidden line in her scales was a slightly pinkish mauve colour with ready anticipation. Pulling her thighs closer to her chest, the intersection of shapes between her haunches, tail base, and groin was a masterclass in compound curves.

“Worked it out yet?” Viina asked softly while looking back at him with a knowing and sultry smirk. Still sitting with the bag of biscotti held in one paw, Keekzee realised how dumbfounded he must look, and leaned into the act by collecting another piece from the bag before tossing it into his mouth. The comedic crunch of roasted almonds in the crisp biscuit rang out through the otherwise silent cave; before Viina’s cackle-like laugh brought a toothy grin to his snout. Hurriedly crunching the piece and swallowing, Keekzee quickly placed the bag onto the ground and began to approach her with his head low.

Letting his wings fall to just a few centimetres off the ground, Keekzee licked his lips and kissed the underside of her tail. Starting at the middle of her tail, the furred drake took his time to slowly kiss and nibble each of the overlapping plates while looking over her rear and holding her gaze with his piercing, yellow eyes. The slight quiver in her body told him that he was doing the right thing, and he gradually worked his way closer towards her tail base. Between his legs, his sheath had lost its battle with his cock and the length began to spill free and engorge with each beat of his heart. He could smell her scent more clearly now, a mix of cinnamon and cloves that was uniquely Viina, overlaid by her heady arousal. His blood felt ablaze as he moved closer to her thighs and reached out to grip her haunch with a forepaw. He didn’t rush his snout towards her slit, instead taking his time to gently nuzzle the back of her thighs from where they joined her tail base all the way to the back of her knees. Judging by the way she twitched and how her breathing hitched when he massaged her rear with a paw, it was the pace that she needed. Looking down her body, he saw that her mouth was ajar with pleasured panting. The hungry look in her eyes sent a shudder through his loins and made his cock throb to full size and slap up against his belly. It had been a few weeks since they had had the opportunity to really enjoy each other’s company, and now he couldn’t think of anywhere he would rather be.

Adjusting his hind paws for a wider stance, Keekzee shifted his position further back and dipped his head below her tail, letting his warm breath washing over her slit send a shiver through her body. With one paw still holding her haunch in a reassuring grip, he pressed his lips to her vent and growled a hungry, low rumble while stroking his tongue up her crease. She hissed out in pleasure, her legs tensing as he did it again, slower this time, letting the tip of his tongue press and swirl into the folds that protected her entrance. Her taste filled his mouth; it was slightly salty, slippery, and tinged with something unmistakably female. Groaning a low, resonant sound and pushing his snout in closer, his tongue parted her just enough to explore between her folds.

Tilting her hips back in invitation, Viina’s eyes became half-lidded as her claws flexed against the rugs beneath her. “That’s it,” she breathed, voice low and guttural. “Don’t stop,” she added in a needy murmur, that was just barely audible over the crackle of a log bursting in the flames beside them.

Guiding her thigh with one paw to open, Keekzee began working with more purpose, using the broad base of his tongue to stroke her slit from end to end. Occasionally, he pressed his tongue’s tip in just enough to tease the shallow rim where she was starting to soften and open. Her pussy was becoming ever so slick as her arousal grew steadily, each twitch of her hips smearing it further across his snout and making the short fur that framed his mouth damp with her fluids.

The scent, the texture, and the sounds made his shaft swell, his knot beginning to inflate just enough to be ready to catch inside his mate. His shaft was a dark wine colour, with his tip and length almost equine in shape. Thick in a way fitting for his size, his cock boasted heavy veins that gave it texture. His tip was blunt, with a crown of ridges around it that was a clear indicator that it could swell much larger and flare wide once tied inside. Combined with the thick knot at its base, it was clearly designed for staying power during breeding.

Viina squirmed under his tongue, panting now. “You’re teasing,” she whined in a higher voice than she likely intended. Her body was incredibly responsive, with each stroke of his tongue making her toes alternate between spreading wide and clenching tight as he mapped her entrance with his tongue.

Rumbling a cheeky acknowledgement, Keekzee didn’t relent and pressed down to lick again more thoroughly. This time, parting her folds just a little wider and letting his tip press into her entrance and begin to delve into her vagina. He could feel the way she flexed, how her body tried to draw him in as her vent responded with twitching, rippling motions and began to leak even more. Tightening his grip on her thigh, his claws dimpled her scaled hide without scratching as he flattened his tongue against her vent. His next lap was more focused and teased against her firming clit at the apex of her slit. He toyed with it with a roll of his tongue, before dipping his snout against her groin and letting his nostrils brush and flare against the swell of her folds.

Viina hissed low and long, hips bucking. “F-fuck, Keekz...” she moaned in a wanton voice that made his cock slap up against his underside.

Hearing her say his name in such a voice had him grinning against her slit, and he began to lick slower, savouring it. With a small shift of his head, he angled his tongue lower again, nudging into the base of her vent. He worked lower still, tongue tracing down into the seam between her slit and the tight pucker of her tailhole, then back up with a growl so low it made her thighs tremble.

Her entire rear was hot and frictionless under his tongue, and her vent was swelling more with each lick, drawing out more of her arousal that rolled in little trails down to the base of her tail. He lapped it up, tongue working in slow circles around her entrance now, occasionally dipping just inside her folds before retreating to flick and tease her outer lips until they flexed and opened again on their own. She was breathing hard and ragged and used a forepaw to hold her thigh higher to give him even more access. Her frill had flared fully, crimson spines trembling with each breath, and her claws were curling in the furs beneath her.

Keekzee pressed in once more, this time letting his tongue slip deeper and delve into the quivering folds, past the rim of muscle, until he felt the soft, squeezing heat of her beginning to close around his tongue. He held there, twisting slightly, thrusting into her shallowly with his tongue as she arched and gasped above him. Growling again into her folds, the low sound rumbled up from his chest and vibrated against Viina’s vent as he leaned in and ground his snout tighter between her thighs. However, despite her urgent, breathless whimpers of need, he didn’t rush. Not yet. He knew what was coming, and while he knew that she could take him, he wanted to make sure she was ready for him.

Dragging the tip of his tongue along her inner wall, Keekzee felt the texture shift around his exploring muscle. She was both soft and ridged inside, swollen with need and arousal, already beginning to tense in anticipation. When he curled his tongue and pressed against a certain spot just behind the upper fold, her leg kicked in a sharp little jerk.

He grinned against her slit and did it again, this time pushing his tongue a bit firmer into that same sensitive ridge. Her reaction was instantaneous, and her entire hips bucked this time, sending one hind leg kicking out against the rug in a short, helpless motion. Now he began working her with purpose and a hunger that had her breathing hitch. His tongue slid in again, curling and writhing within her, pressing against that tender spot, before swirling outward, dragging the glossy juices from deep inside and spreading it across her lips. Her vent pulsed around him, gushing now with a faint squelch each time he pulled back. Viina’s claws flexed in the fur beneath her. Her tail coiled up and hiked itself as if she was presenting, and continued to twitch as he licked deeper again. Seeing the tremors wrack her body, Keekzee dug in deeper, his snout pressed firm to her ass now, tongue sliding back and forth in smooth, wet strokes that explored every inch of her trembling vent. He felt her body trying to pulse down on him, trying to grip and hold him inside like she would his cock, and the thought made his shaft throb between his legs, sending a droplet of pre dripping thick to the rug beneath him.

Her folds glistened in the firelight, puffy and flushed, and her vent flexed open involuntarily between each lap of his tongue. Strings of her arousal clung to the fur around his chin, trailing from her vent like syrup. Every time he pressed in deep, her hips jerked again with little spasms and kicks of her leg, her frill twitching and her breath catching in her throat.

“Fuck—Keekzeee,” she gasped, her voice shaky and strained. “You’re gonna make me—” she continued, her voice shifting pitch to nothing more than a whine. Keekzee didn’t let up. His tongue thrust in hard, held deep, then curled and stroked her again from within, drawing another sharp jolt from her hind leg. Her tail slapped against the ground beside him, twitching uncontrollably as her climax began to build.

Keekzee flicked his tongue against her ridge again, that sweet inner spot that always made her legs shudder. Her vent clenched around him, trying to milk something from his tongue that it couldn’t quite give. He shifted his snout to the side just slightly, pulling back far enough to let his tongue drag outward through her folds again, slow and firm, spreading her slit once more and letting it coat her scales. He could feel how open she was now and loved how pliable, how pulsing and soft he had made her.

His cock swung as his hips rocked in the air with automatic pseudo-thrusts. Thick, long, and heavy, primed with his own anticipation and leaking continuously as it swung in the air. His knot was firm and ready to swell further as soon as it locked into something tight, the urge to move on was gnawing at his mind. But, Keekzee didn’t stop when Viina’s vent began to flutter and drip, nor when her thighs twitched around his head in helpless little jolts of sensitivity. His tongue was still deep, writhing slow and firm inside her, dragging thick globs of her fluids out onto his muzzle with every press until he felt her body speak for her.

One of her hind legs pressed against his chest, not with strength, not to push him away, but to guide. A weak, soft little nudge to get him to stop, followed by the slow roll of her hips as she swept her tail to one side and used it to roll herself onto her back. Keekzee paused, tongue still half-buried into her fluttering vent, until she moved and it slipped free. She squirmed against the furs, white scales gleaming in the firelight as she adjusted. Her thighs parted to expose herself fully to him, and he marvelled at how the insides of her thighs had become glossy with her own enjoyment. With her vent now facing upward, its pink colour and puffed appearance were on full display, and he watched as it twitched from his efforts. A thin strand of her arousal clung to his chin and broke only when he raised his head slightly to look at her.

Viina was panting hard, her chest heaving with every breath while she looked at him through half-lidded and unfocused eyes. Her frill was fanned across the ground now, trembling ever so slightly with each breath, and her claws were tangled in the furs at her sides. She said nothing out loud, but the way her eyes pleaded with him told him everything he needed to know.

He rose slowly, the warmth of her taste still embedded in the fur around his lips as he swiped his tongue across his snout. His cock bobbed as he moved, the broad, dark flare already glossy with pre, and the length straightened further with a sudden twitch. Viina’s eyes drifted shut again as he moved over her, and she gave a soft, whimpering noise when his body came into contact with hers, the heat of his chest fur brushing the underside of her belly. Her forelegs moved to him and curled slightly, her claws dragging against his arms as she welcomed the weight of him above her.

He loomed now, forelegs bracketing her shoulders, and he partially extended his feathered wings for balance, and to shelter her from the world. Dipping his hips down, his cock brushed against her thigh as he adjusted, smearing a streak of warm pre across her scales. The contact made her shiver, and she hitched her thighs up ahead of his, to wrap her stifle joints around his waist.

Keekzee couldn’t help but look down between them as he lined up, and his breath hitched at what he saw. The flushed pink around her vent, the way her slit was still flexing open and closed, fluids bubbling just at the edge, and then his large cock resting its tip just below her delicate slit. She was ready and wet enough to take him, but he knew better than to rush things.

Moving his hips slowly, Keekzee watched as his cock slid over her vent, the edge of his flare momentarily catching before sliding over her mound and continuing to drag along her belly. It left a line of pre and her arousal in its wake, but served as a lewd reminder of just how deep he was going to be. Tearing his vision away from the perverse display, he pulled his head back and saw that she too had her head tilted to see between them. “Are you ready?” he asked softly, his voice low and rich. The small nod she gave him warmed his chest, and after dipping his head back down, he kissed her on the bridge of her snout. Pulling his hips back, he let his heavy shaft drag between her lips, covering the underside of his cock with her arousal. The effortless slide made Viina shudder, and a small gasp escaped her mouth, which sent a shiver down his spine. Her folds were so wet now that he could hear the wet sound of each rub.

Repeating the grind up and then down her vent, he teased her juicy entrance before pausing when she moved under him. While keeping one forepaw wrapped around his shoulders, she reached down between them, and he flinched as he felt her paw find the head of his penis. She stroked down and then upwards once, before slowly guiding his flared tip to her folds. Tilting her hips, she pressed herself against the broad front of his shaft and made a high, breathy, needy noise as her slit was parted. Keekzee growled a low rumble as he felt her warmth against his tip and refrained from rocking his hips.

He felt the difference instantly. Her vent, already soaking, welcomed him in heat, but not without effort. Her outer lips spread around his flare, a trembling stretch that forced her arousal to coat his shaft and paint it with its glossy liquid. He could feel the way her entrance flexed and fluttered, trying to accommodate the sheer size of him, even as her hips rolled again to take more.

Then both her paws were at his shoulders, holding him close. Her digits sank into his lush fur and gripped him as she used her thighs to pull herself up his shaft an inch. Lowering himself at the same time, he eased the strain on her back and began to press in with steady pressure. Nuzzling his snout against her cheek, he listened intently for any sounds of discomfort, as he slowly inched further into her snug, wet, and hot depths. Lowering his front until his chest pressed comfortingly against Viina’s side, he encompassed her in his warmth as he applied more pressure. It wasn’t a firm jab, but instead a slow, constant press that let her body adjust to his girth as he delved deeper into her core. Viina’s head leaned back to rest against the plush furs, exposing her throat for him to nuzzle and lick affectionately. He could see her neck bulge with every ragged breath and nibbled just behind her jaw as he paused with half his cock in her.

She whimpered again beneath him, tail thudding softly against the pelts while her vent clutched at his shaft. Her body was both welcoming and stretching to accept the full width of him; it was slow progress, but something he cherished as her passage clamped and quivered around him. With each gentle shift of his hips, he pressed just a little deeper, inching up to his medial ring in her sweltering depths. He wanted to look down and watch her vent stretched wide around his flare, study her folds parting in a shiny bloom of pink as he sank deeper. Instead, he focused on her throat and under her jaw, devoting small kisses and nibbles to the delicate areas she had exposed to him. With a slow rock of his powerful hips, the ridge of his medial ring dragged against her swollen entrance and slipped inside with a wet, slow sound. The noise was hushed by the gasp and whine she made beneath him, and he pulled his head back to look down at her. The frantic nod she gave told him she was okay, and the way her claws clung tighter to his shoulders reassured him that she was taking him well. Still, he held back and kept still until she pulled him closer and drew his chest flush with hers.

His size was all-encompassing over her, his bulk casting a shadow across her body, and he lowered his wings around her to shelter her from the world. His breath came out in short puffs, snout just beside hers, and his hips rocked again, pushing further in. Her belly stretched faintly with the size of him, and her vent squelched softly as he filled her in long, thick pulses. Viina’s frill fluttered helplessly against the furs, her head tipped back as she breathed through it. “Fuck, Keekzee, that’s good–” she murmured with her eyes scrunched closed.

Her vent clamped around him in waves, tight, hot, fluttering, and the deeper he pressed, the more she twitched. He could feel her body shuddering under his chest, and her paws trembled as they held onto his shoulders, claws buried in his fur, legs wrapping as best they could around his flanks to hold him tighter. She wasn’t speaking, just breathing, gasping, moaning softly into the thick fur at his neck. Roaming his snout down her cheek, Keekzee pressed his muzzle to the side of her throat, nuzzling gently against her scales as he let his hips rock again. Each push went deeper, every drive meeting less resistance now and sliding further in. Pulling back had him dragging both his medial ring and his half-flared tip through her clenching walls; no ridge or sensitive spot was neglected by his cock, and once only a third of his shaft remained inside in, he pressed back up to his knot.

“Gods…” he muttered against her skin, his muzzle resting in the crook of her neck, breath washing over her throat. She tried to say something in reply, but nothing more than a soft exhale, somewhere between a sigh and a pleased hum, came out. On the next press in, she rolled her hips to meet him and take him quicker. It wasn’t to rush him, but to show she was okay. He always took her carefully, even though her size made it easier than his previous mate. It was a slow pace and a tenderness that would gradually escalate, and was a routine that they both enjoyed. Slow, deep movements to start with. She met him with each sway of his hips, and his shaft throbbed between her folds while she soaked it with every motion. Her arousal clung to his shaft, leaving glossy trails up and down his length when he eased back, only to help him drive back in as she clenched around him.

The fire crackled beside them, casting soft light over their forms and made his glossy black fur look as though it was shimmering. Her white scales glowed where the firelight touched her, made golden by the heat and shadow, her scars softened in the flicker. She was beautiful beneath him, and he took a moment just to look. Viina’s head was tilted back, her crimson frill spread wide across the fur rugs, fluttering faintly with every breath. Her eyes were barely open, unfocused, her jaw loose, muzzle parted to let out a soft, breathy pant every time she rocked up into him again.

Nuzzling below her jawline, Keekzee opened his mouth and gently pressed his teeth against her smooth scales. Far from hard enough to be considered a bite, he closed his jaws just enough to tug at her scales and make her gasp. He held her while he rocked against her, before letting go and repeating it further down her neck and along the curve of her throat.

She let out a shaky whine of an exhale, while stroking her claws through the longer fur that framed his neck. Her hips had lost rhythm with his and were now sometimes moving up to meet him and other times moving with his drives. Every motion sent another slow, wet sound rolling between them as her soaked walls squelched around his hard shaft. The noise was indecent, but neither paid it any mind as they moved against one another.

Viina paused her movements entirely for a few thrusts before seeming to find his rhythm and moving again, this time with a more deliberate, full roll of her hips. Her belly tensed as she pushed herself upward and took his shaft in a smooth, quick drive, only stopping when the sudden thickness of his knot pressed against her slit. The swift thrust had Keekzee sinking his claws into the furs, and the fat bulge of his knot pressed insistently at her slit, not entering, just sitting there, hot and heavy and waiting.

“You— you can–” she tried to say, pleasured tension robbing her voice of the rest of its words. Unable to correct herself or finish saying what she wanted, Viina gave a soft moan and rocked again, grinding against his semi-formed knot. The silky arousal from her vent helped him slide just a little deeper and stretch her entrance a little bit more, but that was all the encouragement he needed.

Shifting his weight as he withdrew, Keekzee lowered his hips closer towards the ground and leaned partially to one side to move a forepaw to her chest. Her smooth scales felt like large, polished gems under his paw pads, but throbbed with her racing heart and heaved with every breath. Gliding his paw across to the keel of her chest, he applied just enough force to hold her steady as he thrust it into her welcoming depths. The drive made his mate arch her back and hiss in pleasure, but when he looked at her in concern he could see the desperate look in her eyes that told him she needed more. Pulling back again, Viina nodded quickly, and when he drove in once more, she convulsed as his tip kissed the deepest part of her. Holding the depth for a moment to grind his knot against her, Keekzee kneaded at her chest with his paw and swore under his breath at how good she felt.

“Fuck—” Viina gasped, a small string of spittle falling from her mouth as she heaved for breath. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop. It’s okay,” she continued urgently, and Keekzee began to move in earnest.

He moved with purpose, but not urgency. This was just as much about bringing her along for the ride as it was his own indulgence. With long, deep strokes, he pistoned his shaft through her vent. His pace and power dragged through her with a rhythm that spoke of memory, of years spent learning her body. He knew the angle she liked. He knew how deep to go to make her arch and moan, when to slow to make her whimper, how to time his gentle nibbles and licks to cause that fluttering squeeze from her core. Every thrust came with a carnal sound, her welcoming vent squelching around him in a way that was obscene only to anyone who didn’t understand how much love lived in that sound.

“You feel… incredible,” he murmured against her scales, his voice deep and quiet between pants. “You’re perfect, beautiful–” he continued, his words lost to the pleasure that was surging through him. She didn't reply out loud, her body did it for her instead, and he felt her vent clenching around him with a strength that made him bury the bridge of his snout into her neck. Her claws ran down his sides now, not gripping, just grounding herself in the feel of him. The strength in his thighs. The heat of his breath. The steady, thick pulse of his cock inside her.

Adjusting his footing, he drove into her with more of a horizontal angle and kept her pinned to the furs with his forepaw. The slight change in angle made her back arch off the furs and her pupils go wide. “Right there?” he whispered.

She nodded, eyes fluttering as if unsure if they should scrunch closed in tension or go wide with pleasure. Keekzee let each movement carry weight, his body brushing over hers, the way her hips rolled to meet him, the tremble in her thighs when his flare kissed her deepest point. He could feel every ripple of her vent, every soft squeeze and twitch as she responded to him, as her body opened around him and welcomed the familiar stretch. It was slow. It was steady.

Viina’s tail coiled slightly, dragging across the furs in chaotic sweeps. Her claws moved from his shoulders to his sides, just below where his feathered wings joined his body. Her hind paws bounced in the air as she held his waist tightly. Each stroke now left her breathless, gasping softly as his cock massaged her from within, filling her fully, pulling back to the flare, then plunging again with a wet, deliberate thrust.

Keekzee pressed his forehead gently to her throat and began to take her at a more assertive pace and his own pleasure rose high as he took his mate towards her climax. He was panting now, too, his own body trembling under the strain of holding back, his knot twitching every time her vent squeezed around him, but he wasn’t done yet, not until she had come undone. Her juices were soaking the base of his shaft now. Every thrust pushed wetness down to his knot. It coated the bulge, helping him slide just a little deeper with every stroke, pushing the pressure more firmly into her slit. She was getting used to the stretch. Her vent was starting to accept that final thickness.

Lifting his head slightly, he groaned softly and kissed her cheek, then her jaw, then her throat again, where her pulse beat fast beneath her scales. “Still good?” he asked and lifted his head further to gauge her reaction. A small nod and another roll of her hips was her only reply, the corners of her lips curling into a blissful smile at her incoherency. Her eyes met his for a moment, soft, glowing with shared pleasure, and she mouthed something dull he didn’t need to hear to understand.

He thrust again, firm and full, and her vent fluttered hard around him, legs tightening with a tremble. Another deep grind and she let out a sharp, choked noise. Her tail gave a sudden flail across the rugs, kicking a pelt aside in a burst of overstimulated motion. He felt the uncontrolled appendage hit the ground with a muffled thud and then slap into his own. Without missing a stroke, Keekzee pinned it to the ground with his own tail before curling it around hers. The long, black length curled around her flicking white one, pulling it close, twining with it like a knot of ivy. He didn’t restrain her, he held her, secured her, and kept her from hurting herself. He held her tail like her vice, like her body, like a secret kept only between them. Her flailing stopped, but the tremble didn’t as her pleasure skyrocketed to a peak.

Viina’s paws returned to the base of his neck and clung to him so tight that her claws dug against his skin and paw pads pressed into his shoulder blades. She rocked her hips up to meet him on the next thrust, and when his flare kissed her deepest point again, she let out another shaky cry. Her vent was gushing now, leaking wet, hot arousal as her vagina fluttered in rhythmic squeezes around him. The wetness between them made every motion louder. The squelch of him inside her filled the space between gasps and whispers. The heady, earthy scent of sex clung to the air, to the rugs, to their bodies. His fur was soaked around his hips and thighs, and her inner thighs gleamed with moisture, her folds puffed and parting with every slow, pulsing thrust.

Keekzee’s wings shifted to tighten around their sides, tucking down like a canopy over her, sheltering them both in an even more intimate hold. It blocked the firelight, casting half her body into a gentle shadow, and made everything feel tighter, quieter, closer. The isolation from the world focused both of their minds on the moment and sounds of their bodies coming together. Viina let out a noise like a whimper as the shadow fell across her chest, her claws curling into the fur behind his shoulder blades and held tighter as she was rocked on the bed of furs.

Her legs tightened around his flanks, hips rolling to meet him again. The pressure built in waves now, rising behind her eyes, through her spine, swelling with every touch, every stroke, every wet sound of his cock dragging against her walls. The force of his thrusts wasn’t violent. It was dense. Weighted. A practised pressure that let her feel his full mass settle into her, sink her down into the rugs, drown her in the presence of him. His belly fur rubbed her scales with every grind, damp with their combined arousal. Every breath came in a whimper now, her thighs shivering around his waist. Her paws clutched his back, claws dragging down through thick fur as she arched again, pressing her chest to his, her throat bared beneath the line of his kisses.

“Keekz,” she gasped, voice trembling. There was a need and vulnerability in her voice that made Keekzee’s breath hitch and almost made him finish, but he held back and nibbled at her jawline.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured into her scales, voice rough with restraint. “I’m not going anywhere,” he added as he thrust once more into her. Then he drove in again, harder, and her back arched. Her breath hitched. Her thighs shook. Her tail twitched violently in his grasp, but his own tail wrapped tighter around it, holding her steady, not letting her flail away from him. He held her through it. Anchored her in the motion, in the full weight of his body above hers.

“I… I can’t…” Viina moaned, her claws digging into his shoulders again to the point that Keekzee clenched his jaws with a hiss. He kissed her jaw, rocked into her again, and this time when he bottomed out, he stayed. Ground his hips in circles against her vent, knot thudding softly against her folds with every motion. Her belly trembled. Her claws raked downward again. And her body refused to let him go. Every part of her vent fluttered and seized, clinging to him, wanting more, begging for it with the only language it had. But she couldn’t take it anymore. She gave a soft, helpless noise like a whine without dignity, broken and beautiful, and her grip on his shoulders tightened.

“K-Keekz… please…”

“Please what?” he breathed against her lips, teasing, and paused his thrusts even though she groaned in despair. Her voice failed her as she tried to reply, and instead her claws flexed deeper into his shoulders. Her vent clenched down on him with another pulse so tight it made him groan. Her thighs shifted, pulling at him. Her hips bucked once in a pleading motion, trying to grind his knot deeper against her folds. Still not enough. Still not in.

“I want it,” she gasped finally, making his eyes go too wide. “I want you, all of you,” she added before rolling her hips in a circular motion so that the lobes of his knot ground against her swollen and dripping vent. When she lifted her heavy head off the furs to look at him with her pleading eyes, Keekzee lunged forwards. His mouth caught hers in a sideways kiss, and his tongue pressed into her mouth while he began to thrust again. Their kiss wasn’t perfect, but neither cared. It was contact, pressure, pleasure, and their way of saying you are mine and I am yours. Her breath hitched against his teeth. His growl deepened, vibrating through her muzzle and into her chest.

Then he moved without restraint, she was ready for him, and he took her like a dragon should. Long, sweeping strokes dragged his cock through her walls before driving back in like a battering ram. The toes on her hind paws spread wide as he began to hammer into her vent with a single purpose: to breed. His cock didn’t care if she was in season or not, or if his seed would stick, it plundered her all the same. Every drive made her grunt like the wind was knocked out of her, and he caught her breath with his kiss while her claws sank into his hide. His knot slammed against her folds with a wet, plapping noise, and the swollen curves began to press into her with every rapid hump. Her vent stretched wider with each pummelling thrust, until the pink flesh just inside her vent was kissing the lobes of his knot. He didn’t back off or slow down, even as she tensed around him and her moans were fragmented by his thrusts. Every third or fourth thrust, he stayed deep and ground his hips in a jagged circle, working that thick bulge against her entrance. The pressure and stretch caused her to dig his claws deep into his back, but he hardly noticed.

Her whole body arched, caught between pain and pleasure and the final, absolute surrender of almost being knotted. The harder he pressed, the more her folds resisted until, with a series of rapid humps and a long grind, they began to yield. The claws on his hind legs tore into the furs as he shoved forwards and the bulge of his knot stretched her slit wide.

She gasped, legs wrapping high around his waist now, trying to pull him in, trying to force that final stretch. His flare was deep inside her, pulsing hard, his cock covered with her juices, her vent stretched to its absolute edge. Then, with a final grind, he pushed his knot in until she was stretched around the thickest part. After that, her clenching passage pulled him in deeper as it closed behind the lobes, and it filled her in one sloppy, wet pop.

She cried out in bliss as he filled every crevice of her passage. His girth and length had her stretched in every direction, and now the pressure overwhelmed her. His cock pulsed wildly inside her, twitching with every heartbeat. His entire body pressed against hers in a full-body hold, his wings dropped down until the leading edges touched the fur covered ground. Clenching his tail tight around hers, he secured her even though she wasn't leaving him and his jaws moved from her lips to the soft, tender area behind her ear.

Keekzee groaned into her neck, his knot grinding deep inside her as he gave an automatic, shallow thrust to ensure he was fully seated. The movement of his knot inside her, the way it stretched her in just the right way, made her whole body break. It was like something snapped inside her, some taut wire that had been held for too long, and the release sent her spiralling. Her breath caught in her throat, her spine bowed, and her claws clenched down into Keekzee’s shoulders with sudden, brutal strength. She held him like she was flying with him, and he was the only thing keeping her aloft in heavenly bliss. Every muscle tensed as her climax detonated from the centre of her and tore through every muscle in her body.

Her vagina milked his cock with raw desperation, folds tightening so hard around him it forced a groan from his core. She was soaked, her juices flooding around the base of his knot, drenching his thighs, splattering the furs beneath them with each twitch of her hips.

Hissing in a mixture of tension and pleasure, Keekzee clamped his jaws shut and pushed the bridge of his snout into the furs beside her as the sharp pain of her claws sliced shallow trenches into his hide. However, he didn’t pull away, and instead he started delivering jerking thrusts as his knot ballooned inside her and kept her locked to him while his tip spread her wide at her deepest point.

Her orgasm came in waves, each one shaking her harder than the last, forcing her to gasp, to sob, to grind helplessly against him even as the knot locked her down, sealed her, and made movement impossible. Keekzee grit his teeth and tried to hold out while she came around him. His bloated knot stopped her from leaking, but was at the mercy of her clamping vagina as it tried to set him off with the hunger of a starving beast. She thrashed beneath him, even while pinned by his firm forepaws. Her trembling claws dug deeper into his hide until he could smell the coppery tang in the air. She didn’t seem to notice, her eyes scrunched tight and mouth open in a frantic whine that Keekzee didn’t recognise as words at first.

“Kee—K-Keekz I—f-fuck, I—”

Her orgasm was long. Her tail twisted tighter into his, her moans trembling into breathless sobs, and still she held him like they were two parts of the one body. Still he stayed buried and humped with small, tugging and shoving thrusts while keeping as deep as he could. His furry balls tightened and his cock throbbed as the flare swelled wider still, prying her open from within just enough to ensure his seed would have a straight shot at its target.

The clamping of her vent clenched in time with the swelling inflation of his knot until it was at full size and her vent could only tremble around the intrusive bulge. Unable to move any deeper, and tied firmly to her, his thrusts tugged her back along the furs and pushed her forwards. The lack of friction across his shaft sent him into a quick frenzy that had her horns clattering against the fur-covered ground.

They weren’t thrusts meant to go anywhere, and each shuddery hump was a reflex as his own climax raced up his spine. With a deep grind of his hips against hers, his flare mashed and bloomed against her cervix, and then he came undone. Unable to stop himself, Keekzee’s mouth found the soft scales on the underside of her throat and clamped down. Not hard enough to pierce her smooth scales, but enough to dimple them and assure the primal parts of her mind that she was his.

Then he broke.

His hips slammed forward in one final, shuddering grind, and he came. The release tore through him in a series of rapid, powerful, convulsive pulses. His cock jerked inside her, thick and heavy, as his seed surged from him in explosive waves. Each one hit deep, hot, and forceful, filling her completely, jetting through her opened gate and flooding her with a warmth that made her gasp and pull herself against him.

He groaned loudly into his bite, the sound breaking against her scales as another pulse followed the first… then another… then another. His body shook with each surge, thighs trembling, wings flexing slightly as the force of it rolled through him. The pressure inside her was immense, his knot holding everything in, his shaft throbbing and tip flaring with every squirt of seed.

Viina heaved for air beneath him, her body wracked with aftershocks as she felt him cum inside her hypersensitive folds. She felt all of him: the heat of his seed, the stretch of his thick cock, and the fullness of his knot lodged in her. The way he filled her so completely she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. Her vent tried to milk him desperately, clenching and pulsing as if trying to draw every last drop from him, her arousal mixing with his release in thick, obscene sounds that echoed softly through the cave. Keekzee pulled his head back, only slightly at first, then released his bite and arched his neck higher. His head tilted toward the cave ceiling as his entire body seized around the final, thunderous wave of climax.

He roared a loud, deep-chested bellow that resonated through the stone cave and sent a shiver through Viina’s core. The sound rolled up his throat and echoed in the stone hollow like something dragged from the roots of his spine. His cock pulsed wildly inside her, now fully locked in place, and his balls hitched sharply against her vent as another heavy throb rolled through him. He was still hilted completely, and the pressure inside him forced a new surge of seed deep into her, stretching her already-filled vent with another burst of heat.

Viina gasped again, then gave a soft, broken whine—not from pain, but from utter, blissed-out satisfaction. Her thighs trembled around his waist, squeezing lightly in response to the fresh warmth flooding her. She was pinned beneath him, stretched wide, filled in every sense of the word, and utterly taken. Keekzee’s balls throbbed again, lifting and tightening, then dropping with another pulse as his cock jerked inside her. The base of his shaft was drenched with a mixture of her release and his, their bodies sealed by the pressure of his knot, his flare still wide and twitching inside the deepest part of her. His tail, still wrapped with hers, gave a squeeze, gentle but affirming, as he breathed a ragged, heavy pant.

His knot swelled one final time, and he let out a rough, gasping exhale as another thick pulse spilled from him. His hips didn’t move; he couldn’t move even if he tried, but the flex of his thighs pressed him that much deeper. The weight of his full body kept her pinned, her vent fluttering with overstimulated pulses that now squeezed every last throb from him.

Then his climax began to fade, and reality slowly returned. Not abruptly, but like the sea pulling back after the storm. His wing shoulders dropped first. Then his muzzle lowered from the ceiling and sagged forward, brushing her cheek. His jaw was slack, mouth open, breath hot and heavy against her face. His knot stayed rock hard, and his length stayed firm even as his body began to fall, the effort of restraint and release draining out of his bones in waves.

His whole body began to feel sluggish and heavy, and with a stumbling adjustment of his forepaws he caught himself from completely collapsing and instead slumped over her. His breathing was heavy and laboured as he panted to catch his breath. Looking down at his mate, he flashed a smile at the similar look of exhausted bliss plastered on Viina’s snout and slowly relaxed his tail’s grip. His cock continued to pulse and throb in her sweltering depths as he tried to form a cohesive sentence.

“That… did– was I?” Keekzee stammered between pants and heaved a lungful of air to try and calm himself. He felt as though he had been flying against a storm, and now his body and mind felt deprived of water and oxygen. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asked and his eyes widened in a concerned look when she didn’t reply right away. His heart skipped a beat when she shook her head while the corners of her open mouth twisted into a loving smile.

“No, that… I needed that,” she replied with a soft, breathless whisper. The fire continued to crackle softly beside them, casting long shadows that stretched across the fur-strewn cave’s walls. The scent of sex hung heavily in the air and mixed with the smoke to create a dense, warm feeling that coiled around them in a lover’s embrace, but neither of them cared. It wasn’t a bad smell that begged to be wafted away; instead, it was a badge of something real.

Viina gently relaxed her hind legs’ grip around his waist and let them slide down his sides to rest at a more comfortable angle. The movement caused Keekzee to groan and shudder as her passage twisted slightly with the rotation of her hips and his cock and knot were pressed from different angles. “Nnnghuck,” Keekzee swore under his breath, drawing a small laugh from his mate which in turn made her passage clench again. “Shhh, stop, that’s too much,” he added, his eyes scrunching closed.

Keekzee’s cock gave another twitch inside her as aftershocks wracked his body. They weren’t violent, but real. Throbs that dragged through her sensitive walls, each one sending a ripple of sensation through them both. His flare stayed wide, though softer now, the broad tip still kissing firmly against her inner barrier, and his knot remained swollen, holding every drop of his finish deep inside her where it belonged.

Staying still as best he could, Keekzee’s laboured breathing gradually shifted to deep, slow breaths, his chest rising and falling against hers. Viina exhaled a long, blissful breath against his neck. Her forelegs were still wrapped loosely around his shoulders, and when she went to stroke his fur, Keekzee hissed in pain.

“Oh gods,” Viina exclaimed as she retracted her paws and caught a glimpse of the crimson blood on her talons. It wasn’t much, but still caught her by surprise. “Are you okay?” she asked, and when he nodded, a small smirk tugged at her lips. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?” she added, causing Keekzee to chuckle and then groan again.

“No…” Keekzee said and lifted his head so that he could look down at her with a cheeky smirk. “I needed that,” he parroted her words and coiled his tail tighter around hers. “You were amazing… better than biscotti,” he cooed while lowering his head to nibble at her neck once more.

It took a second for Viina’s pleasure-riddled mind to comprehend what he had said, but after a few seconds she finally blinked, then snorted, the sound turning into a chuckle before she even got a full breath in. “Oh my gods,” she laughed breathily. “Really?” she added, her crimson frill fanning out beside her as it tried to perk up but was blocked by the ground.

Grinning a broad smile into her neck, Keekzee hummed in acknowledgement and gave her frill a playful lick. He felt the shiver through her body and continued to run his tongue across one of the thicker spines until reaching the tip and taking the sensitive frill carefully into his mouth. In the corner of his vision, he saw her looking back at him with an expression he couldn’t quite place. Letting go of her frill for a moment, he shifted his weight onto his elbows so that he could use his paw pads to hook under her shoulders and knead her scales. “Well… tell me I’m wrong,” he offered while tilting his head.

“Hmmmm,” she teased while cocking her head as if deciding, dragging her claws lazily through the fur on his shoulders. “Let’s call it a tie…” she said before her expression dropped in realisation of the pun she had made, and when Keekzee’s mouth opened in a knowing grin. “That’s not what I meant!” she corrected, and when he went to make a joke, she clenched her hips to morph his words into a needy groan.

“Nnnngh fuck…” Keekzee moaned while scrunching his eyes closed and tensing the muscles in his neck. His shaft throbbed in response, sending another small dribble of seed into her depths. “A tie… really?” he asked with a shaky breath and forced his eyes open to look back at her.

Tilting her head from side to side in contemplation, Viina’s lips twitched in the hint of a smile that betrayed her attempt to sound serious. “Mhm. Hard to beat that dark roast almond one. But maybe I’m going to need some more to judge for real,” she mused and craned her neck as best she could to try and look for where the package had gotten to.

Keekzee’s eyes widened and his jaw parted in delight at her words. “Really? I mean, yeah, I’m keen. The guests won’t arrive until late tomorrow, so we can probably just stay here,” he explained before testing his knot with a small pull back. The pressure of her vent around the back of his lobes was like a silken, wet vice and didn’t let him move a millimetre. “But I’ll do what I have to to beat biscotti,” he added while giving up and letting his hips rest on hers.

Viina’s eyes locked on his as she stared at him before tilting her head in confusion. “What—oh,” she laughed, ears flicking back as she caught his meaning. “I meant more biscotti, what are you thinking about?” she asked while stroking her digits through his furry biceps.

Keekzee paused, blinked once, then grinned sheepishly. “Oh,” he replied with a chuckle that turned into laughter, then a groan as she joined in and clamped around him. “Oh,” he repeated in more of a grunt and forced himself to calm down. Inhaling deeply, he pressed his lips to the tip of her nose and devoted a small kiss, before pulling back and looking down at her with warm yellow eyes. “Well, we can do both,” he growled in a low, seductive voice. “I got a few different flavours, so we should really be… thorough.”

“Oh really?” Viina cooed and tightened her tail around his. “You’re ridiculous,” Viina huffed, amused and warm, and nestled her cheek back into his fur.

“You love me though,” countered Keekzee while curling his paws further under her shoulders and holding her close. A subtle twitch in her hind legs told him that her back was getting sore, and without hesitating he tucked one wing closer to his body before carefully rolling them to one side.

“I do,” she said softly, the humour dimming into something quieter, more tender. With the firelight behind her, it warmed her back while creating a gentle edge of light across her slender form. Curling his neck back so that he rested his cheek on the furs while still keeping his snout tip near hers, Keekzee smiled warmly and studied her features.

Freed from being pinned against the ground, her frill flicked up in a stretch before flattening against her neck elegantly. He saw the subtle flare in her nostrils as she breathed, and then held her loving gaze when she focused on him. Draping his other wing around her, he held her closer while absentmindedly stroking the back of her neck with a forepaw. He could feel her sleek tail against his, and the way it curled and stroked him. Her forepaws idly roamed through his fur, combing the shaggy fur in one direction. It was a loving gesture, reserved for mates, and made his heart warm in his chest as he returned the gentle caress.

Her vent gave a soft, residual squeeze around him, causing his breath to hitch and his hips to jerk faintly against her. “Sore?” he asked cautiously, very much aware of how firm he had been and how well she had taken him. His heart fluttered when she shook her head and pressed her lips to his in a small but loving kiss. Her tongue pressed into his maw and ran across his for a moment before she reluctantly parted and looked him in the eye.

“No, just… full,” Viina joked and rocked her hips against his to make it abundantly clear what she was referring to. The motion had him clench his paws and tail around her while scrunching his eyes closed for a second, earning a chuckle from the dragoness.

“Well, if that’s the case then,” Keekzee murmured under his breath and then opened his eyes again to smile at her. “More Biscotti for me,”

Viina laughed again, the sound filled his heart and made him grin like an idiot, but he didn’t care. It was the kind of laugh that made everything feel more alive and echoed through the cave. It was infectious, and before he realised it, Keekzee was laughing too. The moment wrapped them up in firelight and the warmth of their bodies, and for a moment, everything else melted away.

They lay there together, not needing to move, not needing to speak, just letting the closeness settle like the snow outside.

Still locked.

Still held.

Made whole.