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After helping max and the shining force fight off Runefaust army from Dragonia the team takes a break. Seeing bleu sad max asks her what's wrong. she tells him she's sad because she is the last great dragon and after she dies, they will all be gone. max checks the library and finds a book telling him dragons can crossbreed with any species, and the child will be pure dragon. He tells her and offers to find a suitable mate for her. she surprises him with a kiss saying she wants him to be her mate. The campfire popped, sending a shower of embers swirling into the Dragonian night. Max leaned back against his pack, wincing as the motion tugged at the fresh bandages wrapping his ribs. Across the fire, Ken was already snoring, still clutching his lance like a child would a stuffed toy. "Hey." Max's voice came out rougher than he intended, still raw from yesterday's battle cries. He limped toward the solitary silhouette perched on the cliff's edge—grey scales catching moonlight in dull ripples as Bleu's tail twitched once at his approach. She didn't turn. Below them, the skeletal remains of Runefaust siege engines littered the valley like broken toys. Max hesitated, then lowered himself beside her with a grunt, letting his legs dangle over the cliff edge. The dragon's flank was warm against his shoulder, her scales smoother than he expected—not cold metal, but something closer to sun-warmed river stones. "Bleu?" Max nudged her gently with his elbow. The dragon exhaled sharply through her nostrils, a sound caught between frustration and exhaustion. Her voice, young and sad—far too young for someone who'd just helped demolish an entire battalion—came out as barely more than a whisper. "Do you know what it's like to be the last?" The words hung between them, heavy as the scent of charred wood still clinging to their armor. Max stared at the valley below, watching moonlight glint off shattered armor. "Not like you do," he admitted quietly. Bleu's claws flexed against the stone ledge, leaving shallow grooves. He could feel the vibration of her suppressed growl through the rock beneath them. Max shifted on the ledge, his fingers brushing against the hilt of his sword—not for defense, but for something solid to grip. The weight of Bleu's question settled deeper than the battle wounds still throbbing across his ribs. "There's... a library in Guardiana," he said abruptly. "Old texts from before the Dragon Wars. Maybe—" Bleu's head snapped toward him, her slit-pupiled eyes catching the firelight like liquid gold. "Maybe what?" she demanded, her voice sharp with something between hope and desperation. Max swallowed, suddenly aware of how her claws had stilled against the stone, how her entire body seemed coiled like a spring ready to release. Max ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair, feeling the dragon's gaze boring into him with unsettling intensity. "There were... stories," he began carefully, "about dragonkind's resilience. How even at the brink of extinction, they could—" His throat tightened unexpectedly. "Well. Mix bloodlines. And still produce pure offspring." Bleu's claws flexed so suddenly that chips of stone sprayed across Max's legs. The dragon's entire body tensed, wings half-spreading in a reflex that sent a gust of wind scattering the last embers of their campfire. "You mean," she hissed—not angrily, but with a desperate, disbelieving urgency—"that I'm not doomed to be the last?" The silence between them stretched taut enough to snap. Max felt the heat of Bleu's breath against his cheek—sharp, quick bursts that smelled faintly of lightning and burnt honey. Her claws dug deeper into the rock ledge, sending cracks spiderwebbing outward with a sound like breaking bones. Max didn't realize how close Bleu had leaned in until her forehead bumped against his, the smooth scales cooler than human skin but alive with strange electricity. "No," he murmured, watching her pupils dilate until they nearly swallowed the gold. "Not doomed." The words tasted like a promise he hadn't meant to make. Bleu's breath hitched—an impossibly human sound from a creature with fangs longer than Max's fingers. Her wings twitched against her back, the membranes fluttering like parchment in a storm. "Then help me," she whispered, the words brushing against Max's lips. "Before I lose my nerve." Max froze as Bleu's breath warmed his lips—a sensation both alien and electrifying. The dragon's claws scraped against stone again, but this time with deliberate slowness, as if she were anchoring herself. Her nostrils flared, taking in his scent with an intensity that made his pulse stutter. Max's breath caught as Bleu's tongue—warm and unexpectedly soft—flicked out to taste the air between them. He should pull back. He knew he should. But the way she tilted her head, the way her wings folded tight against her body like a nervous girl clutching her sleeves—it undid him completely. Max's fingers trembled as they traced the curve of Bleu's scaled shoulder—hesitant at first, then firmer as she arched into his touch with a shuddering sigh. The moment his palm flattened against the ridge of her spine, Bleu gasped, her entire body tensing like a bowstring drawn too tight. A sound escaped her—half growl, half moan—that sent heat rushing straight to Max's core. "You're... warm," Max murmured, fascinated by how the moonlight revealed intricate patterns in her scales where his fingers passed. Beneath his touch, Bleu's muscles quivered, her sides expanding with each ragged breath. Max's fingers trailed lower with cautious curiosity, tracing the smooth transition from armored scales to softer, more delicate skin where Bleu's powerful thighs met. The dragon shuddered violently, her claws gouging fresh scars into the cliffside as her tail lashed behind them like a whip. "Max," she gasped—his name twisting into something desperate and guttural in her throat. Max's breath caught as Bleu suddenly pressed closer, her scaled belly sliding against his thigh with shocking heat. Every rational thought screamed at him to stop—this was madness, impossible—but the way her blue eyes dilated with need shattered his resistance. Max's pulse roared in his ears as Bleu's breath hitched against his lips—hot, sweet, and trembling with anticipation. The scent of ash clung to her scales, mingling with the musk of exertion and something deeper, muskier that made his head spin. He hesitated only a second before closing the distance, his mouth meeting hers in a clumsy, desperate collision. Max's fingers traced downward with aching slowness, his calloused fingertips finding the hidden warmth between Bleu's powerful thighs. The dragon gasped sharply—not in pain, but in startled pleasure—as his touch parted folds softer than any human skin, already slick with need. Her claws scraped violently against the cliffside, sending pebbles cascading into the darkness below as she arched against him. "Gods—" she choked out, her voice fracturing into a shuddering growl that vibrated through Max's bones. Max's breath came in ragged gasps as Bleu's wings flared wide, casting jagged shadows across the cliffside. Her powerful thighs trembled beneath his touch, muscles coiling tighter with each stroke of his fingers. She made a sound—half snarl, half whimper—that sent fire licking up his spine. The dragon's scales rippled with tension, moonlight catching on the shifting patterns as her body moved against him with instinctive urgency. Bleu's claws fumbled at Max's belt with surprising delicacy, her talons catching on fabric with a frustrated growl that rumbled through her chest. "Damn these—human—fastenings," she hissed between sharp breaths, her wings twitching with each failed attempt. The dragon's usually precise movements were reduced to clumsy jerks, her scaled fingers trembling against the leather straps as if they'd suddenly become foreign to her. Max chuckled against Bleu's scaled neck, his breath hitching as her claws scraped dangerously close to more sensitive areas. "Easy," he murmured, catching her trembling wrist in his hand. "Let me." His fingers moved with practiced ease, undoing the stubborn buckle with a flick that made Bleu exhale sharply through her nostrils—a sound caught between frustration and relief. Max's belt clattered to the stone as Bleu's claws immediately—and with alarming enthusiasm—grabbed at the exposed flesh now pressing against her scaled belly. She recoiled slightly, her slit pupils flaring wide as she stared down at the unfamiliar heat between them. "It's... soft," she murmured, her voice thick with wonder, her talons retracting instinctively as if afraid to damage him. The tip of her tongue flicked out, tasting the air between them with obvious fascination. Max barely suppressed a groan as Bleu's claws—now carefully sheathed—traced the length of him with hesitant strokes, her touch alternating between feather-light and experimentally firm. Her nostrils flared as she leaned closer, the scent of musk and salt making her pupils dilate further. "Different from dragons," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "No spines. No ridges." Her claw-tips circled the head with delicate precision, her movements betraying none of the battlefield ferocity she'd shown mere hours before. Max hissed through his teeth as Bleu's talons ghosted over him—too close, too careful—her claws retracted but still threatening in their proximity. The dragon's breath came in short, hot bursts against his stomach, her nostrils flaring wider with each scent she cataloged. Bleu's tail lashed against the cliffside, sending another shower of pebbles cascading into the darkness below. Her scaled fingers tightened around Max's hips—not painfully, but with the same desperate intensity as when she'd clung to him mid-battle. "Show me," she demanded, her voice catching on the words. "Show me how humans—" Her claws flexed against his skin, leaving faint pink trails that made Max shudder. Max's hands trembled as he guided Bleu's claws—not to pull away, but to curl her scaled fingers into the perfect grip. The dragon's breath hitched audibly when her palm finally wrapped around him fully, her claws instinctively retracting further until only the smooth undersides of her fingers touched him. "Like this," he gasped, showing her the slow, twisting motion that made his hips jerk involuntarily. Bleu's pupils dilated to black pools as she watched his reactions with rapt attention, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Max's breath caught in his throat as Bleu's grip tightened experimentally—not enough to hurt, but with a dragon's innate wariness of fragility. Her claws flexed against his hips, scales scraping deliciously against his skin as she leaned closer, her nostrils flaring with each shuddering breath he took. The scent of arousal hung thick between them, mingling with the acrid tang of burnt metal still clinging to their armor. Max's fingers dug into Bleu's scaled shoulders as she worked him with clumsy, eager strokes—each movement sending sparks of pleasure crackling up his spine. The dragon's tongue flicked out again, this time brushing against the heated skin of his belly in a curious lick that made his muscles jump. Max's breath came in ragged bursts as Bleu's claws traced burning paths down his stomach—not quite pain, not quite pleasure, but something headier than both. The dragon's tongue flicked out again, this time catching a bead of sweat trailing down his collarbone. Her pupils flared at the taste, a rumble building in her chest that vibrated through Max's bones. Max's world narrowed to the sensation of Bleu's scaled fingers working him with increasing confidence, her grip alternating between hesitant exploration and bold experimentation. Her nostrils flared as she leaned closer, her warm breath ghosting over his aching flesh—each exhale carrying the faint ozone tang of dragon magic. Bleu's tongue darted out—quicksilver fast—brushing against the head of Max's cock with a tentative flick that sent lightning arcing through his nerves. She recoiled immediately, her slit-pupiled eyes widening as she processed the taste. "Salty," she murmured, her voice thick with fascination. Her nostrils flared again as she leaned closer, her breath hot against his damp skin. "But not... unpleasant." Max's hips jerked involuntarily as Bleu's tongue flicked out again—longer this time, dragging a wet stripe from base to tip. The dragon's nostrils flared at his sharp intake of breath, her claws digging into his thighs as she leaned in with predatory focus. "You like that," she murmured, not a question but a statement laced with dragonish satisfaction. Her tongue lashed out again, this time curling around him with shocking dexterity, the tapered tip probing sensitive places no human tongue could reach. Max's vision blurred as Bleu's tongue coiled around him with serpentine precision—hotter than any human mouth, textured with tiny ridges that sent jolts of pleasure radiating through his nerves. His fingers scrambled for purchase on the cliffside as she pulled back with agonizing slowness, her slit-pupiled eyes locked onto his face with unnerving focus. "Bleu—" he choked out, but the dragon merely tilted her head like a curious bird, her tongue flicking out to catch another taste. Max's fingers tightened against Bleu's scaled shoulder, his breath coming in ragged bursts against the curve of her neck. "Lie back," he murmured, his voice rough with need. The dragon tensed beneath his touch, her slit-pupiled eyes flickering with uncertainty. For a heartbeat, she remained frozen—an ancient predator caught between instinct and something far more vulnerable. Then Bleu exhaled sharply through her nostrils, her wings twitching against her back as she slowly, deliberately rolled onto her spine. The motion sent pebbles skittering off the cliff edge, the sound lost beneath the thunder of Max's pulse in his ears. Moonlight caught on the exposed planes of her belly—softer scales there, patterned with intricate whorls that shimmered like liquid mercury as her muscles flexed. "What are you going to-?" Bleu's question dissolved into a shocked gasp as Max's tongue dragged a searing stripe through her folds. Her claws scrabbled against the cliffside, sending stone fragments cascading into the abyss as her wings flared wide—not in threat, but in startled reflex. The dragon's breath hitched violently when his mouth sealed over her sensitive nub, suckling with a precision that shattered her coherence. Bleu's juices tasted like lightning caught in honey—sharp and sweet, with an underlying musk that made Max's head spin. They coated his tongue thicker than wine, richer than any delicacy he'd ever stolen from Guardiana's feasts. The dragon's thighs trembled around his ears as he lapped deeper, each flick of his tongue drawing another ragged gasp from above. Pebbles clattered down the cliffside as Bleu's claws gouged fresh scars into the stone, her tail lashing wildly behind them. Max chuckled against Bleu's scaled thigh, the sound vibrating through her sensitive flesh as her juices pooled hot against his chin. The dragon's responding whimper was half growl, entirely undignified, and utterly captivating—a sound he'd never imagined from the proud warrior who'd torn through Runefaust lines mere hours ago. Her claws scrabbled against the cliffside with increasing desperation, sending fresh showers of pebbles cascading into the darkness below. Max's tongue flicked against Bleu's clit with deliberate precision—once, twice—then curled around the swollen bud in a way that made the dragon's entire body convulse. Her wings snapped open with a sound like sails catching wind, casting jagged shadows across the cliffside as her claws tore deep gouges into the stone. The moment his lips closed around her clit and sucked, Bleu's back arched violently off the ground. A strangled roar tore from her throat—half dragonish snarl, half human scream—as her thighs clamped around Max's head with enough force to make his ears pop. Hot liquid gushed over his chin in thick pulses, carrying the sharp tang of honey and something muskier that flooded his senses. Max pulled back from Bleu's trembling thighs with a wet gasp, wiping his chin on the back of his hand as he took in the sight of her—wings splayed across the cliffside like shattered stained glass, chest heaving with ragged breaths that made her scaled belly ripple. Moonlight caught the sweat-slicked grooves between her scales, turning the dragon into a living mosaic of silver and shadow. Her slit-pupiled eyes were blown wide, the gold nearly swallowed by black as they darted frantically across his face. Max couldn't help the smirk tugging at his lips. "Need a minute?" he teased, running a thumb along the inside of her still-quivering thigh. Bleu's claws scraped against stone as she lunged upward with startling speed, her nostrils flaring as she caught him by the hips. The dragon's breath came in hot, staccato bursts against his collarbone as she dragged him forward—no finesse, just raw, desperate need. "Now," she growled, the word vibrating through Max's bones. Her tail lashed behind them, sending another cascade of pebbles tumbling into the abyss. "I want you inside me. Now." Max's breath hitched as Bleu's claws dug into his hips—not painfully, but with enough pressure to make his pulse spike. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers, feeling the strange electricity of her scales against his skin. The kiss started gentle—just lips brushing against lips—but when Bleu's tongue flicked out to taste him again, he deepens it, letting his teeth scrape lightly against her bottom lip. She growled into his mouth, the vibration thrumming through his chest. Climbing onto her proved awkward—Bleu's quadrupedal form wasn't built for this, her haunches shifting restlessly as Max straddled her scaled belly. Her wings twitched beneath him, the membranes fluttering against his thighs. He paused when the head of his cock brushed against her lower lips, both of them shuddering at the contact. Bleu's breath came in sharp bursts against his neck, her claws flexing against his hips with barely restrained urgency. Max groaned through clenched teeth as he pressed forward, every inch of progress sending electric shocks up his spine. Bleu's scaled belly quivered beneath him, her claws digging crescent moons into his hips as her body resisted then yielded in alternating pulses. "Gods—" she gasped, her voice fracturing into a high, reedy whine Max had never heard from a dragon before. Her wings spasmed beneath them, the membranes fluttering against his thighs like trapped birds. Her inner muscles clamped down in rhythmic waves—not the gentle flutter of human lovers, but the powerful, undulating squeeze of a predator's body instinctively trying to milk him dry. Max's vision whited out for a second as her walls rippled around him, the sensation closer to being swallowed whole than any coupling he'd experienced. Sweat dripped from his brow onto Bleu's scaled chest, sizzling slightly where it met the unnatural heat radiating from her body. Bleu's tail lashed violently against the cliffside, sending another shower of pebbles cascading into the void. Her breath came in ragged, whistling bursts through flared nostrils, the sound mingling with the wet squelch of their joining. "More," she demanded, the word vibrating through Max's bones as her claws dragged red trails up his ribs. "All of you. Now." Max obeyed the wordless demand of Bleu's claws raking his ribs, pressing forward in one slow, inexorable push that stretched her tight walls to their limit. The dragon's breath hitched sharply—not pain, but something deeper, more primal—as her scaled belly rippled beneath him with each shallow thrust. "Easy," Max gasped against the curve of Bleu's neck, though his own movements betrayed the warning. His fingers traced the seam where softer belly-scales met the armored plates of her chest, feeling the frantic flutter of her pulse beneath. Bleu's answering growl vibrated through his teeth—not pain, but something far more primal—as her inner walls suddenly clenched down in a rolling contraction that milked him mercilessly. Bleu's claws scraped upward across Max's back as her hips bucked beneath him—not in rhythm, but with the desperate, jerking movements of a creature acting on pure instinct. Her scaled belly rippled against his, the heat radiating from her core nearly scorching through his tattered tunic. The dragon's breath came in sharp, whistling bursts past his ear, each exhale carrying the scent of charred honey and something darker, muskier that made his head spin. Max's lips brushed the delicate scales beneath Bleu's jaw—softer here, thin enough to feel the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath. "You're adorable," he murmured against her throat, the words vibrating through her scales as her claws flexed against his back. The dragon made a sound between a growl and a whimper, her wings twitching beneath them like unsettled shadows. Bleu's breath hitched when Max's teeth grazed the sensitive junction where neck met shoulder, her tail lashing against the cliffside with enough force to dislodge a small avalanche of pebbles. "Stop—calling me—that," she gasped, though the way her hips arched beneath him betrayed her protest. Max chuckled against her scales, pressing another kiss to the racing pulsepoint just beneath her jaw. "You'll be magnificent," he breathed, dragging his lips lower to where her scales transitioned into the softer plating of her chest. His fingers traced the contours of her belly—already taut with anticipation—imagining the swell that would come in time. "Strong. Fierce." His tongue flicked against a particularly sensitive scale, drawing a shuddering gasp from the dragon. "The most terrifying mother Dragonia's ever seen." Bleu blushed from snout to tail-tip—an impossible sight Max had never witnessed before, scales flushing a deep cobalt that shimmered like heated metal under moonlight. Her wings twitched involuntarily, membranes fluttering against his thighs as her claws flexed against his back. "I—that's not—" she stammered, her usually crisp dragonish diction fracturing into something embarrassingly human. Max groaned as he pressed deeper, his hips flush against Bleu's scaled thighs. The dragon's breath hitched—then shattered into a ragged gasp when the crown of him nudged against something deeper, something *more*. Her slit-pupiled eyes flew wide, her claws scrabbling against the stone as her entire body arched. "Wh-what—" Bleu's voice cracked as her tail lashed wildly, sending a fresh cascade of pebbles tumbling into the darkness below. Her wings snapped open beneath them with a sound like tearing parchment, the membranes stretched taut as bowstrings. Max froze, panting against the curve of her neck as he felt it—the faint, fluttering pulse of a place no human had ever touched. "Your... clutch chamber?" Max breathed the words against her trembling scales, fascinated by how her muscles clenched rhythmically around him in response. Bleu made a sound between a growl and a whimper, her claws digging fresh gouges into the cliffside. The dragon's belly quivered beneath him, the scales there softer, warmer—stretched taut over what he now realized was the entrance to her most sacred place. Bleu's claws scraped against the cliffside as her body tensed beneath Max, her scales rippling with a heat that had nothing to do with battle. "Inside," she growled—not a request, but a command vibrating through his bones. Her tail lashed wildly, dislodging another shower of pebbles into the abyss below. "Sire my clutch properly, Max." The dragon's inner muscles pulsed around him in slow, deliberate contractions—no longer the erratic clenching of pleasure, but something deeper, more purposeful. Max gasped as her walls tightened rhythmically, milking him with ancient precision. Moonlight caught the cobalt flush spreading across her scaled belly, shimmering like heated metal as her body prepared for what came next. Max's fingers dug into the softer scales of Bleu's hips as he rocked into her—not the frantic pace of their earlier coupling, but slow, deep thrusts that made the dragon's wings shudder against the cliffside. Each movement sent sparks dancing across his vision, her inner walls molding to him like liquid fire. Bleu's breath hitched with every inward stroke, her claws carving fresh furrows into stone as she arched beneath him. "I'm close," Max gasped against Bleu's scaled throat, his fingers digging into the softer plating of her hips. The dragon's slit-pupiled eyes flared wide, her claws scraping violently against the cliffside as her entire body tensed beneath him. "Yes," Bleu hissed—not a plea but a demand that vibrated through his bones. Her tail lashed against the stone, sending another cascade of pebbles tumbling into the darkness below. "Inside me. Fill my clutch properly, Max." The words came out half-growled, half-begged, her dragonish diction fracturing under the weight of need. Her inner muscles pulsed around him in slow, deliberate ripples—no longer the erratic clenching of pleasure, but the ancient, purposeful rhythm of a body preparing to receive. Max shuddered as Bleu's scaled belly pressed flush against his, the heat radiating from her core nearly scorching through his skin. Her wings twitched beneath them, the membranes fluttering like trapped birds against his thighs. "You're sure?" he managed between ragged breaths. Bleu's claws cradled Max's face with surprising gentleness, her scaled thumbs brushing the stubble along his jaw. The dragon's breath ghosted across his lips—hot, sweet, and trembling with something deeper than want. "No one else," she murmured against his mouth, the words vibrating through his bones. "Only you, Max. Always you." The kiss that followed shattered him. Not the desperate clash of fangs and tongues from before, but something slow, aching—a promise written in the press of scaled lips against his, in the way her talons carded through his sweat-damp hair with possessive tenderness. When she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her slit-pupiled eyes held a vulnerability that stole his breath. "I don't want your seed just for my clutch," she admitted softly, her claws flexing against his scalp. "I want your heart for my hoard." Max's breath stuttered—then stopped entirely—as Bleu's confession unraveled him. Something primal and possessive surged through his veins. His hips jerked forward of their own accord, burying himself to the hilt inside her quivering depths. Bleu gasped sharply—not in pain, but in startled pleasure—as Max's cock twitched violently against her most sacred place. Her claws scrambled against the cliffside, sending fragments of stone cascading into the abyss as her inner walls fluttered around him in instinctive ripples. "Oh gods—" Max choked out as the first pulse of his release tore through him. Hot seed flooded Bleu's clutch chamber in thick spurts, each contraction of his body matched by the dragon's answering tremors. Her scaled belly pressed flush against his skin, radiating unnatural heat as she arched beneath him with a keening cry. Bleu's wings snapped open with a sound like thunder—not in threat, but in ecstatic reflex—casting jagged shadows across the cliffside. Her tail lashed wildly, dislodging another avalanche of pebbles as Max's seed filled her fertile depths. The dragon's slit-pupiled eyes rolled back, her fangs bared in a silent snarl of pleasure as her body accepted what no human had ever given her. Max collapsed against Bleu's scaled chest, his breath coming in ragged bursts against the intricate patterns of her armor. Beneath him, the dragon's belly quivered—not just from pleasure, but from the ancient biological recognition of conception. Her claws, still embedded in the cliffside, flexed rhythmically as if kneading the stone itself in primal satisfaction. Bleu's nostrils flared as she inhaled Max's scent—now irrevocably mingled with her own—her tongue flicking out to taste the sweat-slicked hollow of his throat. Her inner walls milked the last pulses from his spent body. Her tail coiled possessively around his thigh, the spade-shaped tip pressing insistently against his skin. Bleu's claws trembled against Max's back—not with exhaustion, but with the overwhelming realization that he'd given her more than mere survival. His seed pulsed deep inside her clutch chamber, each throb igniting ancient instincts she'd feared might never awaken. The dragon's breath hitched as her belly muscles fluttered in instinctive response, her scaled hips pressing upward to keep him buried inside her for one precious moment longer. Bleu's tongue flicked out—startlingly warm and rough against Max's cheek—in a gesture that carried more gratitude than words could convey. The rasp of her scales against his stubble sent a shiver down his spine, her breath hot and sweet with the scent of their mingled sweat. When she pulled back, her slit-pupiled eyes held a luminosity that had nothing to do with moonlight, her claws tracing idle patterns across his shoulder blades as if memorizing the topography of him. Max shuddered as the last pulses of his climax faded, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound that made Bleu's tail twitch. The Bleu whined from the emptiyness—her scaled thighs clamping together instinctively as if to trap the dwindling warmth. "Shh," Max murmured, smoothing a hand down her trembling flank. Her scales rippled beneath his touch, still radiating unnatural heat. He pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat where her pulse still raced, tasting salt and something faintly metallic. "Easy." Bleu's claws flexed against his shoulders as he shifted away, her slit-pupiled eyes tracking his every movement with predatory focus. When he reached for his discarded trousers, her tail lashed once—a sharp crack against stone—before curling possessively around his ankle. Max chuckled as he stepped into the fabric, the coarse material rasping against oversensitive skin. "Not going anywhere," he promised, tying the laces with fingers that still trembled slightly. Moonlight caught the fresh scratches across his chest—four parallel lines already scabbing over where Bleu's claws had slipped. The dragon exhaled sharply through her nostrils, her wings twitching against her back as she watched him dress. Her belly scales shimmered with residual heat, the intricate patterns there now darkened with moisture. When Max offered his hand, she hesitated only a heartbeat before taking it—her talons carefully sheathed as she let him pull her upright. Bleu swayed slightly on all fours, her hindquarters shifting awkwardly as she adjusted to the unfamiliar emptiness between her thighs. Her scales rippled in a full-body shudder when she felt the first trickle escape—Max's seed sliding down the inside of her thigh, still warm from her own unnatural heat. The dragon's nostrils flared at the scent, her tongue darting out unconsciously to taste the air. Max's fingers brushed the sensitive scales of her inner thigh, wiping away the evidence of their coupling with a tenderness that made Bleu's tail twitch. "Come on," he murmured, jerking his chin toward the glow of torches in the distance. "Before the camp starts wondering why their general disappeared with a dragon." The walk back proved awkward—Bleu moving stiffly on all fours, her wings folded tightly against her back as she tried not to disturb the precious warmth still pooling inside her. Max kept his pace slow, his fingers brushing against her flank whenever she hesitated. Soon they reached the camp, thankfully everyone was already asleep. The moment they slipped into Max's tent, Bleu collapsed onto the pile of furs with an undignified grunt, her tail curling protectively around her belly. Max chuckled as he unbuckled his armor, the pieces clattering to the ground with hollow thuds. Bleu watched him through slitted eyes, her nostrils flaring as she cataloged each new bruise and scratch she'd left on his skin. When he finally settled beside her, she immediately pressed her scaled forehead against his chest—not for warmth, but to feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Max's fingers traced idle patterns across Bleu's scaled shoulders, feeling the minute tremors still coursing through her powerful frame. The dragon exhaled sharply through her nostrils—a sound halfway between contentment and exhaustion—as she burrowed deeper into the furs. He leans down and kisses her gently on the forehead. Max's fingers traced lazy circles between Bleu's wing joints, feeling the tension slowly ebb from her coiled muscles. "Rest," he murmured against the ridge of her scaled brow, his breath stirring the delicate frills of her earholes. The dragon made a soft clicking sound deep in her throat—not quite a purr, but something close—as she burrowed her snout deeper into the crook of his shoulder. he smiles at her before fatigue takes over and he drifts off to sleep,