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The dusk was coming to fruition, for the sky was a fierce gold, painting the sky in beauty within the natural laws of the world before it would retire, as if it was one last hurrah before it would leave and attempt a masterpiece again. It was just as picturesque as the canopy of stars the night owned, a miracle of nature never meant to last, but a miracle nevertheless. The forest was also uncharacteristically quiet. While you had the random stag stepping on the greenery in a few crunches, some doe guiding their children through the great wild, or bears climbing trees for a greater vantage point. the birds were very silent, and the ones that remained active as the day began dying dared not make any sounds.

It wasn’t to alert any predators, but it was because they saw them, the scaled quadruped dragon and the clothed and soft-skinned human. They were in a clearing amongst the trees, the pines still strong against the weather before and after, although, it was surprisingly warm, probably the last evening of the year it was this climate before winter would truly claim this land. The dragon, a ghost drake, and the human, a woman, were not touching each other, and instead, stood across for one another.

Sybus was sitting on his rump, wings folded, and yet, primed in anticipation. It was all Bahamut’s plan, coming to happen for the both of them. The path He set for them was finally being traveled, and they would do it together.

Shelby was standing across from him, a short light green jacket that extended along her arms and over a t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts that went down to her knee cap. Not the warmest get up, but it would have to do, for she didn’t want to burn inside of the textile either.

They stood there, their great eyes of eternal emotion drowning in one another in the name of love.

This was it. They were finally about to do this, to begin the mating ritual. To become one’s mate was to forge a bond unbreakable to everything except death, and one so powerful as to transcend all. There was great anticipation amongst the two of them to make this official. It didn’t matter that Sybus was a dragon, and it didn’t matter that Shelby was a human. This was a love that overcame all boundaries, and was immortalized in the hearts, minds, and souls of those mortal. For Sybus, he was slightly nervous, but he had no doubt that Bahamut would guide him as he flew with her, while for Shelby, her heart began racing, almost off track and out of her chest.

The woman was about to become one with the drake, her sweet, kind, and handsome Sybus. The biped may have saved him, but he saved her from eternal sadness, and in its place, he gave her bright happiness.

However, time was but a fickle thing and didn’t last forever. There wasn’t much time left. The sunset was the only period where, as dictated by Bahamut himself, this powerful act could occur, where they were the most open they could ever be. As such, Sybus gave her the final question. If she were to accept, then they would begin the untouchable process, and if not, and she felt uncomfortable to do this now, then…so be it, for this was a point of no return.

“Do you still want to do this? Do you still want to become my mate?”

How considerate and caring of him. It was the last confirmation of what was already true, but it was to wash away any doubts and was of the utmost transparency.

Transparency. He_he_…

For her, the answer was always prepared, always there to remind him that she loved him and he her. It was time to make their relationship something more, something deeper…forever.

“Yes.”

It was blunt and direct, and rightfully so. There were no gimmicks or spice-laden words that could do anything more than a yes. Yes…Sybus wanted to be with Shelby, and Shelby wanted to be with Sybus. Two halves to a whole that were about to join together after all this time.

It only made sense that they were to fall in love with each other. First, it was Sybus being desperate to find a way to survive against incoming starvation, only to have Shelby save him. Then, he opened up to her, which gave him more courage and bravery before despite being inherently hated amongst the dragon race, with the simple act of conversation just…making her happy. Then, after months of knowing one another, they finally kissed and raised each other from darkness. Now, here they were, fully open and ready to become mates.

With that, Sybus gave a light nod, and sought to begin this great journey Bahamut set for them as one. The drake extended his forelegs, aiming to hold her to himself as they were about to fly in the presence of and into the heart of the Sun.

“Hold me, let me hold you.”, he said in seriousness, but also contained happiness.

The one across from him listened, for her life was changing already.

“I will never let you go.”

She began to walk, like in a church within a marriage ceremony. This was more primal, but it was more genuine, more permanent, more meaningful. Her smaller heart began to make her all warm inside, like a fire was lit by him, all because her muscle spread her blood all throughout her body that welled with joy. She was about to become Sybus’ mate, and she would finally have a person to love for life for the first time in her existence.

Their eyes were connected the whole time, the bright blues and the cocoa browns giving them solace and courage. This was new to the two of them, but how could you act on your feelings and on truth without walking into the unknown anyways? Besides, they were no longer alone.

Sybus let her embrace him first as she closed the distance feeling her arms and hands on the scales on his back, the dexterity allowing for some of grip than his paws, but had nothing to anchor them like his claws. They were…warm and loving. He wanted to feel those forever. Then, he began to hold her towards himself, his paws finally closing in on her spinal column, engulfing her in his presence, strong as to not let her go, yet gentle as to not cut her by mistake. The more fragile of the two felt his powerful, and yet, tender and loving paws of Dragonkind. No thumbs, but solid support with those talons. The soft pads of the feet felt so…right, so…amazing. She never wanted him to let her go.

With that, they had only one thing left to do. There were no powers here, no hinderances, only their true selves as Sybus extended his great wings and began to flap them. He stood on his rear legs after the outdoor shoes Shelby wore left the ground, the woman unafraid, for she wanted this, and so did the ghost dragon. Then, his rear paws left the grassy forest floor, as he began to ascend with her in his forelegs, gripping on his beloved more strongly. Massive gusts of air blew away any loose plants and insects crawling on them as he beat them to gain height. There was no canopy, so it was a straight shot to the sky, where they would fly until the day was finally done so they could continue the ritual in the early night. Instead of being completely vertical, he angled his body to be more horizontal instead, to cover the most distance and to fly the most unhindered, without gravity to hold them down, Shelby pushing her body and face into his own.

The mating flight then commenced. It was at such a speed and was such a blur, that it felt like an out-of-body experience. The way that they twisted and turned in the sky as the drifting air blew past their frames was something truly special and magical, like something out of a fantasy pop-up book. The other creatures didn’t dare to do anything to stop it, for it was untouchable, and they didn’t want to face the wrath of whoever created them. They never once disconnected from one another as their souls melded into one another, the dragon somehow knowing what to do, how to turn this way and that way. Bahamut was guiding him, guiding him and Shelby to their destiny together.

Yes…there was only one description for this sacred act…beautiful, and it was all because of one thing, one thing that was never remembered, but was never forgotten, and held close but those who held true.

Love.

(…)

The door slammed open to the side to the right as the woman pushed it away from her as she went backwards. The entrance outside then shut with an invisible force, shrouding the bedroom in darkness. Her eyes were shut as Sybus smothered her, kissing her, not in an act of dominance, but with eagerness for what was about to happen next. Moonlight shined thrown the winds on the left wall, enough to give them light for seeing each other, but also an opportunity to just feel each other as they mated.

Sybus’ eyes were closed as she felt his paws lift her up and off her bare feet a bit to gain purchase on her, his tongue overindulging in her inner caverns. The gums, teeth, and tongue tasted amazing as always, but now, it was likely the last with the woman and drake as two separate beings as opposed to one, before they would bond that way.

However, their session was halted as she felt Shelby move away from him, but not because of rejection, but because she needed to remove them, her clothes. Not all of them, but enough to let him take off the rest on the bed. Breathing heavily upon breaking the kiss, the line of human and draconic saliva forming and breaking like before, she unfortunately took her hands off of him, but only for a few moments as she hastily pulled the sleeves off her arms to just let her jacket fall to the floor useless for the rest of the night. Then she began on the shirt, gripping the rim over her torso, and pulling it over her head and having her hair fall in a shower around her face, then…

Sybus couldn’t hold it in anymore. He closed the distance and, with the utmost precision of a surgeon, hooked his left paw’s right toe into the hem of her shorts, the article becoming ethereal as he phased it through her legs and yanked them away, the pair slapping uselessly against the wall. Now she was nearly naked. He then darted his maw and tongue into her mouth as he began to kiss her again. The woman’s softer body melted into him as the strong drake started to lift her up with his right forepaw as he began to approach the bed, their bed. She felt his draconic lips aiming to engulf her in his love for her as they drank each other’s fluids, goodness upon each other’s taste buds as their receptors also felt their tongues. It was amazing.

When Shelby felt the sheets and pillows on her, their bed on her, the kiss broke, with their intermixed essence falling upon their chins as it collapsed down onto the woman’s chest. They breathed heavily and stared at each other. Shelby, that beautiful and pretty, generous woman that saved him, and Sybus, that handsome and heart-felt drake who cared for her truthfully and faithfully. It was love, sweet, sweet love…

However, they couldn’t stay like this, for it was time. Still, there were physical barriers in their path, ones that Sybus sought to remove for this great occasion. The mighty dragon moved his body down from her in the bed, his paws unfortunately leaving her sides and crunching on the springs in the mattress as he scooched backwards.

Then the white-scaled creature faced one of his great boons, her breasts. The round pieces of flesh filled with milk for young that would never come due to their differing species, but…no, he couldn’t dwell on that. He needed her to be completely open and bare, for otherwise, the ritual couldn’t happen, and so, ever so slowly and carefully, he cautiously bent his left foreleg and raised and maneuvered his paw into that little, itty, bitty space, to remove her bra. Like he was handling glass, he slipped his right claw into the thing’s fabric to the side of her right mound.

Shelby let out a gasp. She…s-she’s never been touched this way by a dragon, her flesh feeling the cool and smoother part of his sharp knife of a claw…but…she held still. This was Sybus. She knew he would never hurt her.

With one fell swoop, he activated his gift once again and made them ghostly, rapidly whipping his claw to the left to have them fly off to Bahamut knows where, a-and…h-he saw them. They… They…popped out to him. As a one of nature’s hunters, he’s obviously seen teats on does as they fed their children, it was just an inevitability. He’s also seen those round protrusions on human females, and he surmised they did the same, but actually gazing upon them was a completely different story. Yes, looking upon them with his own two eyes was something he never saw himself doing, that was, until he fell for Shelby. Since he would mate her, it was impossible to avoid, not that he would anyways. Now, that time came, and he saw them, unclothed. The milk-filled sacs were plump and hardened, with a brown and bumpy splotch on each on its very top. In the center of the drop of paint was a larger hill than the surrounding parts, likely for a child to suckle from in order to get nourishment before they could eat solid food. As the human mammary glands meant to stay private, it was something he valued as much as she did, for they were truly open with one another. Then…he felt an intense warmness from an extension of his own heartbeat coming from his lower half. The dragon once attuned with the cold knew exactly what it was, and it would only become more difficult to ignore, but he had to push it to the side, for a little bit anyways.

He then retracted his neck. He would have to get an even greater look at his ultimate target tonight as to not harm such a delicate thing. The quadruped legs backpedaled. Shelby knew what was happening next. As her breasts felt the cool air around them charged with desire, she knew there was only one thing left.

Sybus saw it, letting an exhale on it, the blackened fabric like the ones covering the round parts of her chest, but one that emanated warmth above all else. This was it, his great prize. However, this was a very serious matter. This was her most sensitive and private of parts, so he had to do it very slowly. It was sluggish, but the same thing happened. He took the right claw of his left paw and placed the sharpened part of the gleaming and curved pike on her thigh.

Shelby let out another sharpened gasp, but this time, it almost made her squirm. It wasn’t her fault. She didn’t want men going down there anymore…but Sybus wasn’t them, he never was. So, she relaxed as he held still, waiting for her to calm down.

The dragon knew that this was going to be the start of something new for the two of them, and her past of those wretched males was still over her head, but he knew it would dissipate as he would make her his. He jiggled his toe to get under the thin string that went over her right leg, the thinness of the claw effortlessly slipping underneath. With a light clench, he repeated his Bahamut-given power again. It became semi-translucent, able to taken off with ease. He removed them, taking her underpants off. He let it slide from his toe, which gave no effort to hold it, the piece falling to the floor now that its purpose was no longer needed.

He then let out a massive gust of air as he finally saw it, the woman letting out another piercing inhale.

I-It was…her vagina. Her genitals were glowing an intense red with how prepared they were, need and want coursing through the woman’s veins to intensify the heat and arousal within. It winked at him, as if inviting him to take her at long last, the dragon able to smell the intense scents emanating from it with his powerful draconic nostrils. Who knew this was hiding underneath all those clothes all along? It was a treasure, something he would cherish. However, despite the stronger presence under his tail, he held himself back with restraint to dip his maw in to taste it, stopping himself from watering his mouth at the sight of it. It was an opportunity he was offered, but didn’t take it. Why? Because it wasn’t right to do this after all the males before manipulated her to do it themselves. Sybus wasn’t like them, never.

The draconic tongue of his would feel her sugars on his tongue in the future, but this was their first time together. It wasn’t just the feelings in the act, but the impact of the ritual itself as well.

Shelby…her…wait…Sybus raised his head from her nethers as he made contact with her upon feeling…something. What…w-what was this…?

Shelby had her heart in her throat. This was happening, i-it was really happening. She was completely bare and nude, but not just for anyone, but for Sybus, her Sybus, her dragon.

And so, her soul had nothing else to say but one singular word, not one a person could take lightly…name.

“S-Sybus…”

He heard it, her saintly voice. It wasn’t just a calling of his name, but a sacred permission, to claim her and become mates with her. He understood what he was about to do, but before then, he wanted to do one more thing before they were no longer just friends. The bright-colored drake wanted to feel her again on her mouth. He shut his eyes as he extended his neck to meet her lips as her neck relaxed onto the feather-filled cushions. Sybus collapsed into her, his weight of the gentle dragon soft on her as he began to kiss her. Their kiss was eternal, for it was the last one they would make as two separate beings.

Sybus was clouded in her heat, her opening, lips, teeth, and all, hot from the tongue wrestling they’ve already had. His longer appendage didn’t seek to overwhelm her, however, for he wished for nothing more than to make her feel good, to save her from the depressive idea that she was inadequate. The woman meant to be his mate was worth it. All of it.

The dragon had much more surface area to pull as he slid his draconic mouth along her entranceway, to coax her to come with him into this new realm of possibilities, before opening up a little bit himself and engulfing her mouth again. He felt the syrupy fluids and drank them up gladly becoming a part of him, like she was destined to from the very start. Shelby did the same, the woman perfectly willing to take his invitation into the entrance to his throat while also inviting him into her own. She could never hope to conquer his draconic mouth, but that was okay. Just feeling around it was enough for her. It felt different than a human one, the teeth, gums, and the tongue, oh God the tongue, was all different, but that wasn’t inherently a bad thing. Instead, it was a guiding hand and something that she would hold dear. The human felt the drake completely cover her mouth, even if she could never do the same to him. It made it so you would value what you had, and Sybus was all she needed. Draconic saliva flooded her mouth as his tongue so easily curled around her own, the length of it longer and powerful, yet not aggressive. It only went on to show that the drake was genuine and didn’t want overtake her, for he let her have an equal part in this shared pleasure…amazing.

However, their lungs wanted them to finally separate, a sign that they needed to mate at long last. Sybus lifted his jaws from her own, a sturdy rope of their kiss connecting their chins before it fell from the drake’s and onto her bare flesh. The two lovers breathed heavily and opened their eyes for their great dream has come true, for this was love.

His very bright blue eyes connecting with her ones of sweet chocolate. They felt their lungs expand upon getting a grip with what was about to happen. The white drake was about to mate her. He was a dragon, and it was abundantly clear that a creature like himself could have easily acted like an animal and took her then and there, but he vowed to be soft and gentle with her in their sacred bond-making act. For Shelby, she was about to let it happen again, have a male insert himself into her in a session of sexual intercourse, but this was different. It was to forge this connection, a bond that shall not be broken, for a dragon took a mate for life.

The being of soft skin felt her lower half in anticipation, for it’s been so long. She always had forsaken it, with it being only a reminder of her past mistakes and the grief she had to suffer through. However, this night, it would finally be something she would enjoy, for this was with a being who loved her to pieces, and she them. She was ready, she was prepared.

Their breaths settled into a consistent rhythm with their heart, one they shared, for it was time. Then…Sybus pushed himself from her as he wanted to begin this new road of life with her with his chest plates no longer pushing down her supple breasts, and began to lift his body with all four legs, and…a-and…

Her own two eyes saw it. In between his crystal-lined muscled legs, hanging underneath his abdomen…was his drakehood. It had a smooth and roundish tip akin to a bulb, the member a very light and creamy pink, almost marbled, blending in a little with his scales, but still distinguishable as to appear like it came from his insides. It popped out of a genital slit, and it was excited, ready to engage in this private activity, as she could see a clearish bead dribbling out of the head in preparation.

This…t-this…i-it was…a-about…to…h-happen. Her heart went to her throat, and as a response to such a sight, her womanhood responded in kind, heating up even more and shining a little bit in the fluids that would become common during the coupling. It looked…so…so…big.

However, everything would change as Sybus went right in to satisfy their appetite for one another, to become one. Sybus, with his bouncing tool of the male sex, his own blood filling into its spongy material to make it hard, began to get into position. Sybus lowered his legs as he stretched his lower spine away from them, to get on the same level as his target.

The anticipation was killing the two of them. All the pieces were now in place, for his drakehood, awaiting the call of its owner, had a straight shot to its destiny, to mate another. So, without further ado, he contracted his spinal plates to pull his groin closer to hers, and…

She gasped as she felt his draconic penis, the smooth head rubbing its pre into her opening. It was the first time anything touched her most private of areas in a while. However, it was no longer just that. Why? Because everything changed.

They…connected. Sybus pushed in.

“Oh, oh, oh, OH!!! ”, she let out, bending her back a bit as she felt him penetrate her for the first time in their evolving relationship.

Sybus easily parted her folds, spreading her vulva effortlessly and slipping the head of his massive drakehood into her. The draconic earholes heard her let out the cry, the cry of being split open by his draconic penis, one of a measure incalculable by all. As the intense burning of her womanhood muscles being parted once again got her to let it out involuntarily, it was destined to expand. The one of the spectral scape began to slide in more of his organ into her, widening her canal with smoldering heat that so utterly filled her in that sacred space in between her thighs. It pushed aside her inner walls for the might of a dragon, the thrust soft, yet just as wanting as the space’s owner.

“Oh, oh, hhhmmmmmmm…”

The one who received it felt it all, the massive drakehood occupying that place of desire once more, but it was…it was…

She felt her insides blow up with the large width and length it had, all characteristic of a dragon. The moment she saw it disappear more and more into her, from the moment the erect member that pushed out of his genital slit overcame her tunnel, she sensed it, the beginning of the act of mating, and the beauty of doing so with a drake. However, Sybus slid a majority of his dragonhood inside his soon-to-be mate and then halted, leaving some part at the base of his length away from her moist opening, to get their bearings, to get used to each other, just to feel. It was for him and her.

Sybus holding still allowed them to get used to the other’s presence, but in the extended moment of inactivity, she bore down on him, allowing him to sink in, little by little…

He felt all of her, her corridors so tight and applying pressure to his instrument of mating, and yet, it was somewhat muted, as if the experience from all those terrible males before had dulled its response, but Sybus made up for it in his sheer size, forcing her womanhood muscles to engage with it. He felt the intense burning coals he sheathed himself in, each blood vessel carrying the warm and sanguine substance and incinerating his maleness to the fullest extent, her body wanting him her, like Bahamut had always wanted this.

This…this was what mating and his Shelby felt like. Bahamut…

It was perfect and cozy, and ever so arousing to his huge shaft, feeling even more hardening in it and leaking more pre into her.

A snort came out of his draconic snout, feeling the constant fires of love blister in him, overflowing to his primal neurons from his lower half to fill him with contentment. He felt her vagina flutter around him involuntarily, gripping the drake from the outside, pulling him in, wanting him to become a part of her.

B-Bahamut…

Oh. Ohhhhhhhh…

S-Shelby…

The drake was filled with newfound passion for this act with his beloved, his first time allowing him to finally experience what many drakes of the species have felt, and the fact that this was to bind himself to Shelby made it all the more sweeter.

“F-Fuck…”, she let out.

Sybus didn’t know what it truly meant, but he would soon enough.

O-Oh…G-God…

S-Sybus…

_O-Oh…_f-fuck…

As she felt the magma that was his pre dribble out of the tip and into her, she felt what a dragon penis was inside of a female woman. Sure, a man was one thing, but a dragon?

Ohhhhh…

She felt him, all of him, or…most of him. He left a part of himself out, likely to make taking her slow while caring for her life before this important moment in their lives. This was…respect. Each and every vein and piece of male flesh inside her was instantly felt, feeling his overheated rod completely overwhelming her, branding her with his maleness. Just having it so easily push into her from the very start was just the truth. This was a dragon, a drake, her drake, her one and only Sybus.

As her folds clenched and unclenched around him with each rapidly passing breath, even as he stopped, it only allowed her to gauge just how huge he was…G-God…

She felt her walls tighten around him, the drakehood expanding her moist cavern beyond what anyone has ever done. It was thought to be impossible, and she thanked God it wasn’t. Her axons relaxed around him, accustoming themselves to this great new presence of their host, one that was wanted, only squeezing upon it with eagerness to have it inside.

Ughhhhh…

However, something happened to return them to the act. Sybus pulled his massive drakehood out, grinding his draconic penis along her strong walls and her folds, the woman feeling less and less of it.

“O-Oh…”, the woman released.

Sybus was retrieving his member out of her, both feeling less of what they so wanted, Sybus no longer feeling the impacting forces inside of Shelby to conquer, and Shelby no longer being parted as much as before, more and more emptiness taking place over Sybus. What it was replaced by? Need.

Once it was dragged out, Sybus thrust his drakehood back into her, spearing into her with confidence. Her womanhood inflated with his member once again, feeling himself slide so perfectly into her blooming heat, causing his spirit to burn once again.

“Uh, uh~! ”

She felt her walls be parted once again, the thing she would master as much as its conqueror would claim her widening her entranceway into eternal happiness leading to the pathway forward to be so occupied by the ghost dragon’s pink tool once again. It was glorious. So, without further ado, Sybus and Shelby did the only thing they could do next, begin mating.

Sybus started his ministrations into her, gentle thrusts into her vent causing his soul to want even more, the pulls out only wanting him to dive back in right into her malleable flesh. It was something he could easily bend to his will, but this was his mate, somebody he would take good care of, her womanhood no exception. He felt nothing but volcanic wetness produced by her glands both in and out, her parted vulva gleaming in their union, glossing his member to a shine. However, it only lubricated his entrance into her, making the insertions into his human much more easier and effortless than before, her body only urging him to push more of his drakehood to fill her once more.

Sybus wanted it, wanted all of her, wanted her to feel him, to tell her womanhood muscles that this wasn’t like those men, but one that would take over soon enough, but with dignity and respect…a dragon. In that, he succeeded, for he made his woman feel good, very, very good. His powers felt the intense emotions, just as potent as his own, one filled with beauty in their bodies as they conjoined as one.

“Hah, hah, hah, oh, oh…~”

The woman kept on panting and moaning, her face red with pleasure and her hair and face completely swamped in sweat. Shelby felt the greatest amount of the sweet sparks from her draconic lover as she was spread open by Sybus, eclipsing everything she’s ever taken. His genitalia constantly plugged itself into her own, a lock and a key, forever designed eternally for each other. She felt each and every thrust into her vagina, her part of the female sex so easily and eagerly taking in the dragon like it was nothing, only to leave her body trying to curl around itself in these familiar, but entirely new sensations.

Again, this was a dragon, no mere man. Before, her whole passageway began burning, having never taking in something so massive, but now, her body craved him, craved having that hot and blazing drakehood inside of her.

She’s…She’s…n-never…f-felt this way…b-before…

Shelby quivered, quivered for the dragon pushing his never-ending stiffness into her lower half. All those men before were nothing. Now, it was all the handsome drake above her making her into his mate, and it left her breathless, constantly panting and moaning, her entire being so stimulated by Sybus’ pushes within.

“Ah, uh…u_huuuuuhhhhhh_…~”

Her entrance, the thing that allowed such a connection to happen through the physical melding of their sexes, folded in upon each thrust, and widened out to allow him to fill her up again, and again, and again. The physical bond shined in her involuntary production of her sticky and sweet sexual fluids, her juices leaking upon the continuous drills into her. Such a thing spilled onto the sheets below, creating a mess akin to surreal art, a beautiful mess. They were a part of each other, the coupling making it so that their bodies were inseparable until it was done. They both felt each other’s pulse through their sexual organs, their heartbeats felt with each pump of blood that caused both to be so unbelievably powerful and willing for this sacred act.

They were both made for one another.

Sybus had to urge his penis through Shelby through her womanhood, to make her his woman, and Shelby had to have her vagina be occupied by Sybus from his drakehood, to open up to him and accept him wholeheartedly, to make him her drake.

However, something happened, something that they did. It was a reinforcement that they were doing this, that they were doing this together…an image. Shelby tried her best to extend her arm to hold onto pale scales of his left foreleg with her right hand, wanting to get some stability, some traction as he proceeded to take her. It was the same with her left arm and Sybus’ right leg too, but…it was becoming too much. Then…her right fingers loosened completely as her hand slid down his leg.

She didn’t want to stop Sybus sheathing himself into her, and her body began to give out. Her human nervous system went into overload, wanting to make more fluids, to moan more, to need him more. Sybus, seeing the opportunity, lifted his left paw from the sheets, her hand falling from his limb uselessly. In but a second, he pushed his left paw into her palm, clenching his three toes in between her fingers, which held the scales of the upper side of the paw weakly.

The drake wanted to hold his beloved, and she him, as this finally happened, for their fates were coming true.

They just went on and on. Sybus just constantly rutted into her, the ghost dragon’s innocence all diminished, but it was something that was always meant to be broken. Shelby was so soft and wet, so perfect and accepting, soaking his drakehood in her arousal. It only pushed him to continue rolling his hips into her own, mating her like all drakes did to please their chosen mates and in the name of Bahamut. And as such, she felt her drake constantly in the holy sanctum within her body, so wanting of him, so needing of him.

It was all coming true, it was all coming to fruition. They were having sex, but not just any sex, but mating, intercourse with meaning, with a reason. Animals did it just for the survival of the species, because of ancient programming, not because of intelligence or the ability to love, but humans and dragons? They existed to love and be loved, to hold their significant other near and dear to their hearts and never let them go.

Sybus loved Shelby and Shelby loved Sybus. They were human and dragon, intertwining their souls in a celestial ballet, dancing amongst the Moon and stars. Their creators were pleased, for this is what they designed them to do, to bond in this precious way no other species could. Their physical forms, races, or customs didn’t matter, for love was always meant to shatter such things. Nothing else mattered except their display of holy matrimony the dragon way, one so simple, and yet one so clear. Coupling was meant to showcase who you decided was your soulmate, the one meant for you, between you and the one you valued so much. Why else would you engage in it? Other ways were false, but this was real. It was sacred evidence that perhaps, just maybe, humans and dragons were meant to coexist, meant to either take or be taken by dragons or humans. And so, an unbreakable thread was being weaved in Bahamut’s tapestry, fate already decided upon Shelby’s birth and Sybus’ hatching, all as crystal clear by the two having their first time together, arguably the most important one.

Love was a waterfall, meant to be paddled into to fall into the arms of your beloved who would hold you while they overflowed with the basic joy of being with you, forever and ever. Such craftsmanship of such a shared existence was permanent and was something that separated the creatures of the universe from the people of the universe. It allowed them to experience living, breathing, speaking, laughing, crying…

Such beauty, such serenity it was to finally experience such a thing as mating, for even though it is a primitive idea, it is a powerful one, no ceremonies, no speeches, just do…

Yes…they were doing it…they were fulfilling such a request from their creators wholeheartedly, so wholesome and tender int their act, overwhelmed with their love of the physical kind, and such a thing wouldn’t be the end.

The bedroom was filled with sounds of sliding of the maleness into plush and wet folds, their musk causing the area to be flooded with the scent of their engagement in the ritual. Sybus thrusted in and out of her awaiting slit, destined to be forever penetrated by him and him only whilst Shelby Grant, his soulmate, felt each and every inch of the pink and bulbous thickness of his cock upon those plows into her. It happened again, and again, and again, the same thing, same place, same time.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Such a rhythm was poetry in the book of such a relationship, The pushes and pulls of his instrument with his groin into her vising clamp of a vagina showed the beauty of human and dragon mating. Again, they were made for each other. Enough said.

However, Sybus began the final act, the final stretch of their mating, and it all began with the evolution of their way of binding their souls forevermore. The ghost drake, after so long of slipping his member through those folds and hearing Shelby’s moans, went deeper, harder, stronger than ever before, clenching his eyes and teeth as he prepared himself and his lover. The push into her went the farthest it ever went.

The woman let out a massive gasp as she felt it, felt it after so long. Her insides parted for Sybus in their joined journey into matehood as the head pushed against it, her cervix. It halted him and caused an incessant buzzing and burning in her skull, a thunderbolt of eternal pleasure flooding into her veins and arteries.

Sybus’ deeper side began to overthrow him. Once he was held up by the final barrier, it saw it as a hinderance to what they wanted most…matehood. The white dragon pulled back out, leaving the recently bloated space, before doing a strength-filled launch into her pulsating nethers. Then, he felt it again, the muscle being pushed back, opening ever so little, but unyielding still.

Another moan of exasperation came out.

“Oh, OH!!! ”

It would see him as its master, see him as its destiny, destiny to be penetrated by him. It began to happen.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!!! ”

They happened. The barrages into her inner chamber began, the assault sending shockwaves into her neural systems and into her brain, unhinged. Now, they were having unfiltered, unadulterated sex. The sounds of ghost dragon scales slapping against soft human flesh sounded out in the room, Sybus’ dense pelvic bone knocking into her own in desperate attempts to push into her cervix and into her uterus.

It was relentless. Sybus gave gentle pounds into her, mating her so thoroughly and senselessly. The assault in her innermost chamber caused her brain to disintegrate as Sybus began to tear down the walls to her castle, to take her away to heaven. Yes…she was in heaven, he was her heaven.

She felt more thickness being guided into her, feeding into her in the deepest of desires to have him at long last. Her face felt like it was sunburnt, and her sweat did nothing to quell her explosions of pleasure. It felt like a gallon of sand was force-fed into her throat with how dry her esophagus felt from her constant noises and cries for Sybus, like music. The deeper and more powerful thrusts only urged her to do more, to release more of her nectar out of her weeping folds on him as he was down inside of her, to meet his pushes with even more of her clenching, to make it as memorable of a night this could ever be.

“ AHHH_, SYBUS!!!_ ”, she called out her name, her voice nearly broken as he rocked his hips into her repeatedly and ceaselessly.

Sybus was as high as a kite, his beastly side now using his body to mate her, to finish inside of her, to fill her with his draconic seed, to make her his after so long alone, growls filling his gullet.

“ AUUUUUGG ghhhhhherrrrrrrrrrr…”

It was gravely and deeply toned, a groan from the contentment from experiencing mating in this beautiful first time.

Bahamut…

Baaaaaahaaaaaaamuuuuuuuuuut…

Sheeeeeeeeeeblyyyyyyyyyyy…

He felt his destiny being pushed back, losing to him ever so little, and yet pushing him out. However, he was a dragon, and it would soon crumble before him in no time, all for his Shelby.

“Ah, huh, ahuuuugh…~”

She felt the faster and longer slides into her, into her entrance aching for him, along with the bolts of lightning upon each drive into her door, the ones to finally let her say that she was claimed by a dragon. Her mind melted into brainless paste. The amount that she felt was astounding. Each time the round head impacted the sensitive cervix, it only drove her more and more over the edge. As his drakehood split into her, her lower half felt like it needed to release, to finally relent and let Sybus take over her until he gave in too.

She hasn’t done it in a long time, but it was coming. She was…s-she was…no, Shelby couldn’t hold it, for the dam broke.

“Oh, OHHHH!!! Oh…oh…”

Shelby orgasmed. The dragon’s soon-to-be-mate…let it out, all of her built up pleasure. All of it came out as it broke out in a torrent of her fluids, the sappy liquids gushing out onto Sybus’ drakehood and lower half. It came out in a few bursts, making a pool of their love-making below them on the sheets as she released on him, her canal and her outer lips clamping on him as hard as they could. The woman bent her back at an angle, causing the ghost dragon’s long, thick, and erect penis to be forced into her cervix as he momentarily stopped.

His draconic eyes opened and faced down at her lovingly, revealing slits as pupils as opposed to circles. The dragon’s heartfelt side saw this, saw Shelby relieve herself on him, soaking him and marking him in her own way. He halted momentarily, for he truly cared about her. She breathed heavily, eyes watery as she orgasmed on him, the drakehood still wedged in her mound. Her body just gave up, hair and sweat a mess on her pillow. Sybus understood, for even if he was a dragon, he would finish it out with grace.

He resumed his face towards the back wall and began to thump into her once again, ramming into her with a sense of nuance for her and his own deepest wishes. At this point, Sybus didn’t ravage, but couple with her in the good way, not with power and lust, but with genuine passion for the craft. The one who spent herself on his member let out very little after the explosion of her mind. It was just filled with soup by now, just letting out little sounds as if to encourage him to finish inside.

It was almost over. Sybus needed to break through, to knock down the door, and to finally have her, for such was the way to true love, to matehood. Then, the end had just begun, for the one giving such happiness felt it. His groin’s muscles tensed up, the tendons and sinews becoming a blazing inferno, for Sybus’ draconic loins were about to burst.

He nearly tore the sheets and mattress cover into tissue paper with how hard he gripped his right claw in it. He did another push into her, but it didn’t open, not yet. So close, yet so far. The dragon wishing to claim her did it again and again, feeling the clacking of their bones and the mashing of their bodies against one another as he continually tried repeatedly to mark her most sacred of parts, one useless because of their differing species, but the final frontier nevertheless. The pressure of her womanhood and walls were muted, as they were all but defeated in the wake of her apex. It was just becoming too much for them.

However…then…t-then…a sharp slide into her.

The eyes of the infinite star opened a bit, like waking up from a slumber, the ghost drake’s maw contorting like he was about to sneeze.

Again.

A slamming of their lower halves. He acted like he was about to snort out in allergies again.

Again!

A plap, draconic penis against human vagina as their flesh contacted again, and…then he pulled out…the most he could. The dragon revved up like an engine, for he only had one last effort, one destined to be the last time he would ever feel struggle without her by his side.

Then…it finally broke. The inner muscles relaxed as he softly spread her cervix wide open, the head popping in, and then…love, sweet, sweet love, straight from the source.

He released his paw from her hand as his spine stood as straight as a board up to her ceiling. His forelegs dangled uselessly as his wings expanded, unfurling to their great draconic glory, his tail straightening like a was a pike. With eyes bulging out, he released a high-pitched roar that bounced around on the walls.

He came. The draconic muscles began to apply intense pressure on the two sacs inside of him, squeezing it out of him, his semen. It spilled into her as he began to flood her. Like a waterskin being filled with water, the dragon pumped his essence into her womb, the woman letting out a nearly dead gasp.

It was…finally happening. Sybus has marked her. They were now mates.

She felt him give it all, give it all to her. More squirted out with each spasm of his member, sinking into her uterus and slowly leaking outside it and into her passageway. While she felt the sexual fluids of men before, once she discovered her fate with them, it felt dead and empty inside, but again, Sybus wasn’t like those before, for he was one who truly loved her.

It was lava that began to cause happiness to flow in her veins. Here, the draconic seed was thick, sticky, and copious, and, most of all, filled with love, Sybus’ love. The once lonely drake held this in for so long, for all of his life for that special someone, and that person…was Shelby. He held it in himself, his most precious cargo, the one that was meant to bring new life into the world, to give what a dragoness would need to be full with a child. However, parenthood would never happen, it just couldn’t. As such, it held its but singular purpose now, to mark one as a mate, and it did so with flying colors.

The jets were powerful in her womb, the sprays of his distilled soul seemingly never-ending as he did the equivalent of emptying his balls into her, his tail whipping up and down like a water pump. His testicles pushed all of they could out of him, and it showed. With each pulse of his heart, more and more of his load had burst into his new mate, sinking into every bit of her, with no stone left unturned. As a result, there was a lot of it, a lot of Sybus overflowing into her. It spread from her uterine chamber and into the rest of her already filled tunnel and pushed against what he lodged in it, and a shallow push or two gave her stuffed folds enough space to let out some of it out, some of his seed out into the world, only to join the rest of their love on the sheets…

Shelby felt it, felt Sybus fill her with that silky gooeyness that now had this all-new meaning now that they were bonded. Her body felt heavy with it, her stomach feeling bloated with how much he scrounged his testes for her fulfillment, for her happiness, and they were both better for it. It just kept on splashing inside of her. The dragon came more and more, letting his draconic sperm become one with her, even if the sex cells had no purpose in a human woman.

Every part of him, especially his entire lower half and his drakehood, were scorched, the tubing that connected his sexual organs together to his urethra being rubbed raw upon ejaculating into the woman. It was like a bowl of lava was fed into his windpipe and he was forced to let it out of him the other way, turning her insides into an ashen blast furnace.

He…she…they…were now…complete…

Their draconic and human hearts…were now one.

However, nothing was ever built to last. The mating was coming to a close. Sybus drained himself into her womb in his act of true love, but the apex of their emotions dying down was readily apparent. There was less and less of it. His tank was almost empty since now there were only dry ropes coming out of him, only minorly feeding into the lake of wholesome fluid in that little space that him and Shelby shared, if only for a little bit.

She felt it too, how little now that he had to gift her.

It was almost over. One spurt, the another, and…nothing. The dragon had nothing left to give.

He let out a weakened and eternally drained roar. Then, he crashed, as the drake, slitted eyes open to the fullest, turned to water, muscles and bones all numb and without command from its owner. He fell into her, his chest plates impacting into her breasts as his head went above her head on the pillows as his head landed on its left side, heart rate and breathing heavy after his orgasm concluded.

His paws were useless, his nerves sparking like they short-circuited, but his wires were not crossed. It was just too much, too much for the both of them. They both laid like that, the woman uncaring of the massive weight on top of her and her being pushed down to the springs with his rib cage.

Her beautiful brown eyes were shut, face filled with…no, it wasn’t sadness, it was…happiness…

The two laid like that in the afterglow, the bonding complete. The woman and drake were mates at long last. The intercourse was unlike anything either of them had ever…felt before. As such, it left them energy deprived, if for a time. However, they both regained their senses.

Sybus’ deeper side let him go, as it was no longer needed. Their souls were finally together at long last. After ten long minutes, they finally decided to acknowledge that it was done, that their mating was over. As much as they wanted their bodies to remain locked, his larger size meant he couldn’t hold her properly, for he was still stuck inside of her, along with all of the hot excess gummed up in her passage.

The two bonded had to move on.

Sybus let out a blink as he felt his primal instincts release his more conscious one, allowing him to assume full control once more. He removed his skull from the sheets above the pillow and, with what little energy he had left, he lifted his head and began to stand, or, well, try to stand. They both felt it instantly as Sybus lifted his weight off of her, only to see that the drake’s lower half glistened in their fluids, both from him and her, all around where they connected. It was difficult, but he forced his lower legs to stand. Despite being rather uncoordinated, his crouched groin was finally in the perfect position to take himself out.

“Uggggghhhhhhhhh… errrrrrrrrrrrrr …”, he let out with a deep tone characteristic of his race.

The drained dragon began the process. Sybus backpedaled a little and slunk his spinal columns to stop compressing and to stretch.

They both felt his tip as it slipped out of her uterus and unclogged from her cervix. Some of his seed spilled out of her as the thickness that trapped it all in was beginning to be retracted. There were no more clenches from her, for she had nothing left to give either.

They felt the journey come to an end. The tunnel barely felt the removal of the spent drakehood, now deflated and softened now that its purpose was fulfilled for tonight. He dragged himself out, the vaginal walls doing nothing to help, nor impede him as he made his exit. Once the head was at the opening, Sybus had to use a little force to get himself out.

Then, their bodies released each other for this special night.

Sybus’ penis finally slipped out of her folds, the drake retracting his member from the one he claimed. It came out loose, giving a flop as it retained its length, but had none of the stiffness left, for it was flaccid. A bridge where they joined their sexual organs was formed, but like their saliva upon kissing, it broke, and a string or two left in the urethra fell out uselessly on the sheets with the rest of their fluids. With its sole occupant out, it overflowed out of her, spilling a bit before turning into a trickle upon his removal, ending up with the rest of the stains on the bedding. Now, Sybus’ penis was completely coated in whiteness, his own semen making it blend in with his scales after finishing inside of her.

Then…Shelby…whimpered. She shut her eyes as she released a few stray teardrops out of her already watery ducts.

It…i-it finally happened…

She saw Sybus take himself out of her, and yet, she didn’t feel empty, for the dragon’s mate felt…full…complete. The draconic seed pooled inside of her and left her feeling hot inside. It wasn’t the milk of life, for they were different species, but was instead the milk of paradise.

She…s-she…finally had somebody to love by her side…f-forever, after all of this time.

Sybus began to lose feeling in his limbs. The power left in them was running out after climaxing for the first time and into her womb. The drake started to lie down, and…she sensed his head on her. His big and long skull touched her abdomen, the woman feeling the scales of his underjaw as he slid it on her flesh. He snaked his head in between her breasts and onto her chest, feeling her intimate heartbeat. The big nose was just under her neck.

The woman gazed down and saw them, his eyes, his…beautiful, beautiful eyes. Her partner’s face was one of extreme drain, but also filled with…content, happiness…love. They blinked slowly as he faced her, the one who possessed his heart, and chose him, a dragon, to be her mate.

He was…so…so…unbelievably…overjoyed …those stars could fall into those oaken eyes all day, the ones that reminded him of the forest that he knew so well…home. He was home now.

Shelby saw the distant galaxies and sunbursts in his eternally blue eyes, ones so bright, that were brighter than any day sky, brighter than any star. Her heart took a piece of him inside of her, and now was a part of her forever. No more pain, no more suffering, for it was over. It was finally over.

Her days of loneliness and thoughts of uselessness were done at last. The smaller hands shakily got up from the sheets. The human had nothing left in her, her whole body aching from the mating, for women were never meant to take on dragons, but it didn’t matter. Perhaps they were always destined to.

Her hands trembled as she felt Sybus blink and stare at her lovingly, the one he loved so much reflected back at her. She curled her hands as she lifted them, right behind his head. Shelby wanted to feel him, to know that this new life was real. Her teeth clenched from all the emotions and strength she had to use to just raise her arms a bit.

Then…she pulled them towards herself from behind his cranium, and…felt them in her palms, his horns. Such a thing was forbidden to touch by all except a dragon’s mate. For the first time, Sybus and Shelby knew what it was like to have his bone be touched for the first time. Sybus melted into her touch, that soft skin being felt upon his solid extension from his skull, the drake letting out a little purr of delight upon the underside of his cones being grabbed, albeit weakly.

It…i-it…

I love you Shelby…my mate…

She heard it in her head, for Sybus made the bond. Such a thing could only be heard when a ghost dragon was either under intense emotion or bonded with their soulmate, and both happened. They were now inseparable.

Those three words…those three everlasting words that finally broke her.

‘I love you.’

She let out more tears. It…was real. It all was. Sybus wasn’t a figment of her imagination, but an actual, living dragon, one that loved her, not just as a friend or even as just a lover, but also as his bonded. His mate let out a sniffle. Sybus meant every word. He loved her, and she him.

The dragon’s orbs saw the droplets run down her cheeks, glossing her round and supple flesh. Without further ado, he sought to fulfil his duty as one’s mate. He opened his mouth and let out his long draconic tongue, one a bit dried due to their intimacy, but still covered in saliva nevertheless. He extended it and…licked her. Her mate lathered her neck on the collar bone and onto the bottom of her jaw.

Shelby let it happen to her as he swiped his muscle on her once. Then, Sybus lifted his head, for he wanted to make her feel…loved…wanted…

Th white dragon stared down at her, his neck stretched to gaze upon his new mate. Beautiful wasn’t enough to describe it.

Sybus began. Shelby sensed her skin being folded and wet with warm draconic saliva. Her new spouse began to lick away her tears, first on her left cheekbone, and then the right. He tasted her liquid joy from her pretty eyes and took them inside of himself, a piece of her inside of him.

Then, they faced and made eye contact.

The eyes of brown.

The eyes of blue.

The eyes of the woman.

The eyes of the drake.

The eyes of the mated.

One’s heart, personified, heaven on earth, life in peace.

Sybus was filled with the greatest happiness in the world, and so did Shelby. They did it, They found their second half and became one with them. With his heart on the same wavelength as hers, he closed his eyes and began to touch her nose with his nostrils, nuzzling her but rubbing snout against her.

As a dragon, he was whole, and as a human, she was whole.

Then, ever so slowly, he sought to embrace her, to finally embrace and sleep with the one he fell in love with. Sybus began to slip his clawed forepaws ever so carefully and slowly underneath her spine, his right ones first as he stood on his left and rear legs. Shelby could do nothing but oblige. Her left leg felt his wobbly tail wrap around her as Sybus began to fall to his left side, right beside her. He slid his head on the bed above hers as he used his last bits of his draconic strength to pull her in, to never let her go. He bent the lower half of his spine to hug her as much as he could with his larger frame.

The mating was over, and so was heartbreak, for they picked up each other’s pieces and put them back together again as one heart, one soul. Sleep overtook them, but the bond was complete. They were mates, forever and ever.

After that night, Shelby wasn’t alone anymore, she wasn’t seen as nothing, but something, a creature of beauty meant to be cherished, one that was loved by the one over her, and, for Shelby, she finally was happy with someone who cared about her and she him. For Sybus, he finally found solace in a world of fear, warmth from the one underneath that he wasn’t something horrible, but instead, a gemstone invaluable and untouchable to the universe, for upon this holy night, Sybus was no longer just a ghost in the hall.