A Dragon's Love
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Description: A female and her dragon companion flee to new lands to escape a bitter conflict that slowly withers away their respective races. As fight catches up to them, the two do what they must to survive.
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Jenna's heart clenched within her chest as she swept down on the unsuspecting Ferenian eagle and its rider, the mists she had summoned earlier concealing her from view. Big and majestic as they were, the elven mounts had endurance but lacked speed, which a lithe gryphoness like her innately possessed. By tucking her wings close to her body, she plunged towards the unsuspecting elf, using her frost magic to turn her staff into an icy spear. Jenna pushed her arm back, then plunged the icy crystal through the unsuspecting elf, piercing armor, cloth, skin, and everything that stood in between her and her goal.
His mount snapped out of its reverie, wrestling its attention from Doravar, the supposed quarry, to her, screeching and rolling in the air in maddened attempts to remove her Rider's killer off its back. With a heavy heart, Jenna ended the eagle's life with a quick, painless thrust to the back of its head, taking wing as the lifeless avian plunged through the thick curtain of mist forming around her.
Fifth, she thought. That was the last of the eagles that chased her tail, at least for now. Ahead, Doravar sprawled his wings into a lazy glide, allowing Jenna to catch up with him and fling into the saddle with practiced dexterity.
"Did they see you?" the dragon glanced back towards her.
Jenna shook her head, forgetting where she was for a moment, her thoughts still laying with the Ferenian eagles she had just killed, at the bottom of a frozen valley too far from their sun-kissed, snowless cliffs. They weren't made to fly so far up north. Their purpose was to roost in the green, ancient Ferenian lands, to raise young, to hunt on their primordial meadows.
But that was before the humans colonized their territories; long before they turned Ferenia into Akvargard and lured them in with the promise of easy prey and spacious, towering eyries boasting nests filled with the softest of furs and hay and jewels. The eagles fell into their clutch, then the elves, and soon after, the rest of the world. The races who joined them willingly have been turned into slaves, as for the rest...well, nobody truly remembered the rest of the sapient species. Legends and myths perverted the true history, painting the humans, elves, and the rest of their coalition as the heroes, and everybody else as the villains.
"Jenna, did they see you? If one of them makes it back to the camp, we'll be-"
"There is nobody left to make it back," she suddenly snapped. "That is the point, isn't it? To erase our trail." She patted Doravar's neck, signaling him to land somewhere safe.
There is nowhere safe,_her gut instinct hinted. _You only delayed the inevitable. The ground parties are going to find those dead scouts, return to the closest Eyrie, and unleash a storm of eagles upon you.
"Turn around," she urged her dragon companion. "The only way we can buy ourselves more time is to...oh," she trailed off, the dragon already turning to face his opponents.
"I've been doing this for far longer than you. For all their acclaimed shrewdness, this furless creatures fall into patterns that even a hatchling can decipher."
"Or maybe they want to appear predictable, so that their opponents underestimate them," Jenna mused.
"Do you?" the red dragon asked.
"If I did, I wouldn't have cracked my strongest crystal to bring about the mists. We would have had a sky battle on our hands, the sort that ends with us two besides the eagles that now warm these frigid lands."
"Nonsense," the dragon shook his head. "Those eagles fear my fire more than they fear their riders."
"And all their riders fear is that they fight you on land, where their lightning magic is dulled down to a flicker. Never go against an elf on a clear sky. Remember the rules of magic, you arrogant lizard."
The dragon did not utter a single growl. He descended through the curtain of mists, landing as softly as he could on the frozen soil of the jagged valley. Jenna leaped onto the ground, her bare paw pads almost inaudible. The breeze traveling from the frozen mountains rising ahead of them worked to their advantage.
She sent Doravar deeper into the forest while she remained hidden behind a tree. Assessing the enemy was the first rule of warfare, and sure enough, the sound of heavy boots broke through the howling wind one step at a time.
An armored knight. Jenna fumbled inside her satchel, feeling for the jagged edge of a pristine snow gem. She knew exactly how to deal with that pest.
The steps drew closer.
She dared to peek behind the tree to see three silhouettes approaching her position. Cocky bastards not even bothered to conceal themselves. Or perhaps they felt confident enough to remove the threat by themselves. Jenna's hand froze on her staff. What if the enemy was indeed stronger than she expected?
The steps came to a stop. Jenna held her breath for three long, drawn out heart-beats. Did they see her? What about Doravar? No human or elf had a keen enough nose to track down scents unless...
"Hendarai Shika!"
Jenna's fur was drawn towards the crackling vortex swirling within the caster's hand. Within a span of a breath, the tree that sheltered her burst into splinters. Jenna managed to roll away just in time to avoid the lightning dagger flung from the elf's hand. She propelled herself along the ground with the help of her wings. The tree slammed into the ground, coating the area with a storm of frozen dust.
Jenna squinted her eyes and leaped towards the nearest cover. She ran blindly, heading her instincts more than her judgment until a crimson pillar rose ahead of her. She leaped around it, clacking her beak at the dragon's snarling snout.
"I told you to hide, you idiot!"
"That was before their weaver tried to turn you to cinders."
"They've got a knight with them. What are you planning to do? Scratch his plate apart?"
"Melting it, more likely."
"The only thing that cracks are your scales, you witless fool. Stay back. Let me end them. This is a battle of conjurors. Your claws have no place here, understand?" Jenna placed her jagged crystal atop her staff. The six curving pillars that surrounded the icy core flared with an blue radiance that reflected off Doravar's crimson eyes.
"Go."
The dragon snarled.
"Go!" Jenna insisted.
His heavy tail flew above her head as he headed back into the cover of trees. With one worry out of the way, Jenna formed a curtain of mists and sneaked back towards her enemies, silent like a rogue. The ebon knight was a hulking mass of hardened plate. Armed with a tower shield in one hand and a mace in the other, he had no trouble breaking the sturdiest of bones. Beside him walked a lightly dressed elf carrying a crystal encrusted scepter. The light weaver who called down lightning.
The last two group members looked like ordinary hunters. One had a single DragonSlayer bow held within his clutch while his companion preferred the touch of heavy steel in his hands at the expense of safety. His spiky armor looked much thinner than the knight's, a hint to the hunter's aggressive fighting style.
Jenna took a quick breath, attuned her energies to her staff, then strode out in the open to hurl an icy boulder towards the center of the group. The knight fell behind his shield, as expected. Jenna took the opportunity to whip back her staff just before the mage finished his shielding incantation. A wave of frozen hail engulfed the party, covering the ground with hardened snow and turning the trunks of the trees into icy pillars.
Then, just as she was about to throw her finishing move, flames burst outwards from the mage's body, washing over the rest of his party. The flames did not burn. They merely reverted the effect of Jenna's spell.
The frost phoenix already had them distracted though. She ran through the trees, avoiding the crackling projectiles flung by the elf as well as the deadly arrows shot by the bowman. Trees splintered all around her. The biggest withstood the damage, while the smaller ones crumbled upon the weight of the abnormally large projectiles.
Jenna kept her calm, analyzing the patterns in their attack. She was quick on her feet. With the mists concealing her position, she had no chance of being hit, and when she figured out their attack pattern, she came out of the shadows to unleash her own combination of spells.
"Lancing blade!" she thrust her staff towards the mage, whose chest was gaped open by the spear of ice flung from her staff.
The bowman unleashed a deadly arrow. Jenna flapped above the cloud of dust left behind by his humongous projectile, then dived upon him, thrusting her staff right through his head. She narrowly avoided the claymore swing by bending backwards, getting a quick glimpse of the approaching knight in the process. A raised mace never meant well, and when the weapon slammed the ground, a wave of blinding light burst washed through the forest. Jenna closed her eyes, flapped her wings...
Then screeched as an icy blade plunged through her foot. The swordsman had her. He used the crooked blade to pull her towards the ground. Dazed by pain, Jenna fell towards a certain death.
A roar rushed through the forest. Her stupid dragon just couldn't stay back, could he? A force slammed into her side, sending her flying along the forest's floor until she slammed into a tree. The impact hurt, but not quite as much as a blade through the chest.
Jenna blinked her eyes open. She saw only colored speckles before her eyes. Heard only her dragon's growls permeate the forest around her. There was no shouting or order to how the fight unveiled. Just a wild concert accompanied by the swinging of steel and the slams of the ravaging mace.
Doravar roared, louder than the last time. A ripple crept through Jenna's spine, for she never heard that sound ever escape his throat before.
Instinct took control of her body. With her wings twitching with pain and limping on one leg, Jenna rushed past the ravaged trees until she was close enough to see Doravar's desperate struggle against the two remaining hunters. He used his tail to repel the enemy, yet that meant backing off. It was only a matter of time until the dual wielding swordsman found a niche in his defense. After he backed off from a slamming mace strike, Doravar whirled his tail to strike.
Only that the blow never came. The swordsman rolled under his wings, then embedded half of his great sword into the dragon's flank, way past the crimson scales that protected it. Paralyzed by pain, there was nothing Doravar could do. He took another blow to his wing joint from the swordsman's curved dagger. The hunter left it there purposefully as he rolled towards the dragon's hind leg, trying to yank his sword away from his flesh without much success.
Meanwhile, the knight swung his heavy mace right into the dragon's shoulder. The crushing blow made Jenna squeeze her eyes shut. Seeing her dragon partner collapse on the ground was the most painful and enraging sight Jenna ever witnessed. Oh, she wanted to kill this party before, but right now self defense turned into an all-out lust for blood. Jenna imbued her staff with all she had within her, then launched herself towards the two men, leaving a streak of dripping mist behind her.
She launched a hail of spikes towards the knight. A weak attack, meant to distract him while she focused on the swordsman. He came at her with two smaller straight swords, but he never had the chance to hit her. Crystals formed around his feet, tripping him, and when the man stumbled onto his legs Jenna drew upon the power of the frost to impale the man in a prison of frozen crystals.
"Kchhh..." her beak parted with a strained gasp. Magic always reflected the state of the user, and fatigue was a dangerous reagent. Sometimes the strength of the spell fumbled. Other times the cost sent the user into instant hibernation.
Jenna didn't care about either of those. She held onto her staff with both hands, then directed the shimmering crystals towards the armored knight. The impact of her ice lance sent him back, but his shield remained straight, unbroken.
Jenna launched missile after missile, and when the knight withstood her punishment, she focused on the ground around him and formed a ring of frost that slowly fused the man's heavy armor with the ground. He tried to say one last word. A final incantation. But Jenna leashed him with her spell, funneling her entire energy into the crystal ring, not stopping until the man became solid ice himself.
Weariness tugged at her senses. Jenna was just about ready to drop on the ground herself. Her eyes felt heavy, her limbs unresponsive. She fell onto her fours, drew in a shaky breath, then crawled towards her dragon. The smell of blood became more intense the closer she approached. He oozed so much, as if his scales melted and painted the ground with their color.
"Stupid. So stupid...why did you go against your better judgment? This wasn't your fight. It wasn't-"
Doravar let out a weakened growl, then look at her, his eyes flooded by tears of anguish. "You would have done the same."
Jenna would have smiled if she was in a better state. Right now, she barely had enough strength to numb her own wounds. She tugged onto whatever mist remained inside her jagged ice gem, then coated her paw with soothing coldness. The flesh still bled, yet at least it stopped throbbing with the same heated pain. Jenna propped herself with the help of her staff. To see her dragon brought onto his belly with his scales torn and his spirit broken almost caused her stomach to spill. She gulped down apprehensively, inspecting the wounds with her eyes first, then with her hands.
"Ngrrrr," Doravar winced as she placed her hand onto the shattered scales left behind by the knight's mace.
"How bad?"
"Broken, most likely. Hurts less than the sword."
Jenna moved closer. The two handed blade almost fused with his hind leg. Clogged blood patched the fragmented scales together. The blade went so deep it stood on its own. Jenna knew that if she removed it now, Doravar would bleed into fatigue before she had the means to heal him.
"You'll need to stand."
Doravar tried to. It took him every once of strength to gather enough power in his trembling legs, but with two of his limbs injured, the dragon collapsed back onto the ground.
"Again," Jenna caressed him encouragingly. "You can do it. I know you can."
The dragon attempted to, yet the torn muscle convulsed upon itself, causing a spurt of fresh blood to gush from his hind leg.
"Graarrrrr!" Doravar crashed once again.
"Try crawling."
"I can't. The pain. It is...too much," the dragon blinked the tears forming in his eyes. "You should go without me, Jenna. Recover. I'll...I-"
"Nonsense," she grabbed onto his chin, pushing the dragon's head up. "You're coming with me, understand? One way or the other, you are coming with me!"
"I can't. Tried. I can't..."
Jenna clacked her beak. "I will numb your pain then. It may not work, but I have to try."
Even in his weakened state Doravar tried to argue with her. Jenna crushed the jagged crystal into her palm, using the last of the energies to chill her dragon's flesh. Then, pain or not, Doravar had to crawl after her. She took the lead, one cripple leading the other. Every step was a fight against fatigue. Jenna dug her claws into her fragile haunches, each burst of pain keeping her just enough awake to walk a bit longer.
Blessed fortune gifted them with a waterhole. Jenna crawled towards the cold water. She plunged her hand through, then drew upon the frost energies emanating from the pool. The rush of stamina made her feel as if she was born a second time. Fatigue gave way to clarity, hope banished the darkness back into its hollow den.
For the first time after the battle, Jenna was capable enough to walk on two legs.
"Doravar," she caressed her dragon with slow, calming strokes. "I'll mend your wounds now. You will not be a cripple. Not as long as I have something to say about it."
He was too weak to even speak. Jenna placed his head on the ground and summoned the cleansing powers of cold water. She formed intricate webs along the wounds. First, she numbed the flesh with ice, then washed away the blood with enhanced water. With the wounds cleaned, Jenna patched her dragon within a cloud of soothing mist. Soon, his wounds would be healed. All she had to do now was to rest, so she crawled under his wing and pressed herself against his belly. Her Doravar was colder than before, yet the hope of seeing him restored allowed Jenna to banish the dark thoughts coursing through her mind long enough to fall asleep.
Her rest was eventful. Though her body demanded an extended pause from any kind of exertion, Jenna's concerns far outmatched her own well being. She woke up several times to renew her mists and check on Doravar's wounds. He was healing fine, much to her relief. Soon, she could switch to herbal medicine and take the last leap towards a full recovery.
It was near sundown when Jenna went around the forest in search for herbs. She never ventured far and always returned with more herbs than she needed. The sizable armful of vegetation was turned to a thick green paste once her flasks joined in. Jenna took no shortcuts this time around. She used up every last one of her reagents to concoct a high degree healing mixture. Several incantations and a couple of mist infusions later, the mixture was finally ready.
Jenna started with Doravar's foreleg. She grabbed a blob of gooey mixture, then spread it around the wound with her fingers, waiting to see if Doravar's instincts were sharp enough to feel the pain.
They were. The red dragon's lips trembled slightly before his eyes fully opened, the coal slit narrowing in the falling sunlight.
"Easy," Jenna placed a hand onto the warm snout.
"You peed on me?"
"No," Jenna said, trying to keep a straight face. "The thought crossed my mind though. Word has it dragons mark only the things they care about."
"Only the stupid ones. I have better ways to show affection if I desire to."
"Like?" Jenna trailed her hand closer towards his nostrils, but the dragon refused to share his tongue with her. "Mpff, I see exactly what you mean. Too lazy to even prove your point. Or maybe-"
"Don't," Doravar hissed softly, nudging her with his wing. "Return to your brewing. I shall rest a while longer."
Jenna continued her work. Mixed desires bubbled within her. She wanted Doravar to open up to her. The dragon had been a relentless wall of mystery for a long, long while. Common duty kept them together, yet Jenna often wondered if that was truly the case. She fancied the dragon more than she ever admitted to him, and deep down, she wanted him to take the first leap. To nuzzle into her arm, lick her comfortingly during those warm moments when she rested under her wing, to treat her more than a simple friend.
She shook her head. Those were her instincts talking. Jenna learned to distance herself from their tug a long time ago. They were a double edged sword, for as much as they helped in the thick of combat, they could also weigh down her belly with an unwanted clutch. Two-legged like her had greater resilience against the pull of their inner instinct, but ferals like Doravar...they were more honest with their desires. Less careful.
Or so she heard. The dragon splayed before her was built from solid stone. Hard as his scales he was in everything. Only when he rested Jenna could glimpse past his armored hide. To see him be at peace with the world soothed her troubled thoughts. She couldn't help but imagine what kind of horrors set Doravar upon the path of war. The slayer of DragonSlayers. What an unfitting name for such a beautiful creature. Jenna hoped there was more to him than claws and fangs. She wanted to believe he had something else to live for than vengeance. Only that...she had no way of finding out the truth. Concerns, thoughts, concealed desires. That was all she had.
Jenna blinked a few times to refocus. There was a better time to reflect upon her future. She massaged around the tattered scales rising from his wounded shoulder, pushing the mixture between every crevice while her other hand slowly trailed along his leg. She felt the warm polish of his interlocking scales all the way to his clawed fingers. Those were colder. Slightly dirty. She held onto a claw for a bit, the natural weapons of a dragon instilling a sense of pride within her.
Doravar hissed. Jenna realized her own claws scratched the irritated flesh and quickly drew back. Waking up her partner was not what she intended to do. She gazed upon him for a while, then, when his breath steadied, she continued massaging along his body, going over the smooth membrane of his wing. How warm and velvet it felt to the touch. Jenna pushed her head under. She loved how unique Doravar smelled. He truly was a fascinating creature, from the top of his snout to the far end of his tail. His finned spine crest was just as hot as his wings. Jenna couldn't help herself from following it down to the base of the dragon's tail. She rubbed along the spines that held the membrane together while applying salve onto his flank. Jenna closed her eyes. The smells of her mixture overpowered the forest's fragrance, the blood and the mists, yet there was another scent that stirred her interest. She just wasn't sure how to expose it. For a while, she seethed with indecision. To peek or not to peek? Was it even the right thing to do after a fight? Doravar needed no more pain. Not when he protected her with his own blood and flesh.
But then again...what if he didn't come? What if she really died at the blade of that swordsman?
Jenna swallowed whatever saliva she had in her throat, grabbed onto the dragon's hind leg, then slowly, softly, she pushed it towards his wing. It barely budged at first, the hulking mass of muscles and scales too heavy for her petite hands to shove. Jenna adopted a better approach. She propped herself against the dragon's side, then used her weight to push him further onto his side.
It worked. The slanted position exposed his gender just enough for her amber eyes to get a much wanted peak. Jenna got onto her belly, then crawled closer, and closer, pushing her beak closer towards that conspicuous crevice that spread the male's pale scales apart. He looked just like a female, but the smells he emanated were vividly male. Jenna barely lasted three whiffs before her nostrils stung with desire. She rubbed her beak a few times, sniffling, breathing in clean air, yet none of that cured her of the heat rushing beneath her fur. A forgotten need awoke inside her body, reminding her that she was still a female.
A female who still needed a mate to warm her with his body, protect her against danger...spread her folds apart to fill her passage with his warm, life giving seed.
The frost phoenix's beak trembled with desire. Oh, that was a dangerous thought to pursue. Nothing good ever came out of lust. Jenna rubbed along the dragon's body all over again. She grabbed his tail, cleaned his toes off debris, spread more mixture onto his wounds. Nothing worked. If she looked, touched, or smelled his scent, her mind helplessly led her towards one of those improper yet highly fulfilling scenarios.
"No," Jenna shook her head sternly. "No, no no. Later. Much later. I can't afford to get distracted when danger might still be on our tail."
Jenna flinched. Something moved. Not just something. Someone. Doravar lifted his wing just enough to reveal one of his crimson eyes.
"You're...awake?" Jenna asked, slightly jittery from being caught like that.
"I have been for a while."
"What did you feel? Did you... no, you were asleep. I felt it in the way you breathed. Your wing always twitches when you dream, and-"
"Jenna."
The frost phoenix froze as Doravar's head inched closer towards her. His warm breath rolled over her stiff body at first. Then, his snout pushed into her chest, sending a shiver unlike any other along her entire body.
"What's...what...what is..."
Doravar's rumbling growl drowned her doubtful squeaks. Slowly, Jenna wrapped her arms around his mighty head, stroking his scales while the dragon's breath flowed into her fur to melt her errant shivers with waves of blissful warmth.
"Warm..." she grabbed onto his horns as he pushed into her breasts. Doravar nuzzled up, then down, then up again, climbing until his flaring nostrils stood on the same level as her beak.
His maw parted, a gate of sharp, even teeth, humid air, and a wet, wet tongue. Jenna closed her eyes just in time to protect herself against the upcoming stroke. She was licked not once, but five times, each stroke wetter than the last.
"That..." she wiped off the stickiness from her beak before continuing. "That was slimy of you! This sticky's everywhere. I'll have to wash myself in the pool. Or maybe use my mists to cleanse. Yes, that should be a proper way to get rid of this...whatever you've done to me."
"I never saw you flustered before."
"I'm not flustered!" Jenna snapped back. "Surprised. Amazed. A little pleased, actually to have been groomed by your esteemed tongue since you never seem to share it."
"Do you wish me to bathe you?"
Her eyes went livid. "No. There is no way I will let you get my feathers coated. Or maybe...if I could let you lick only where I want to...that could work a bit better," Jenna said, a strange thrill rushing through her form.
"Is that a yes then?"
"No. Yes. Maybe," she tilted her head in dismay. "I don't know, actually. I am a bit...energetic as you definitely noticed because I healed your wounds!"
"Is that the only reason?" Doravar asked calmly.
Jenna was tempted to lie at first, yet she quickly realized her pride was not worth more than the affection she harbored for her companion. She grabbed onto his head again, then pushed him against her chest, holding him tight as her wings slowly wrapped around his horned head.
"I...I care for you, dragon. I cannot say how much because every time I think about it, I'm...overwhelmed by this urge to...to do what any female must at some point. You know, right? Please don't let me explain everything in detail. I don't think I have it in me after I," Jenna suddenly froze. "You know. You know what I've done. What I wish to say."
The dragon slowly pulled away. "Unfortunately, I do. Love it not something you can forget, no matter how deep you try to bury it."
"You fell in love?" Jenna whispered, her frame too tense to utter anything past a whisper.
Doravar looked at her for a bit, then switched his gaze towards the forest. "Love...we don't know love. Not like you do. We take mates. Instinct leads us towards a potential partner, and if we deem them fit to be taken into our lives, we choose. In my case, I happened to be chosen."
The dragon opened his maw, then closed it. Jenna was unsure if he was going to continue. She took a step towards him so she could comfort her partner, but Doravar held her back with a wing.
"It happened near my second breeding season. A female found me. Usually, it is the males who explore the world in search of a mate, but I was too young, too afraid to even claim my own territory. My siblings flew far, farther than our parents, and I remained alone with only their scents to keep me company. Day by day they faded until there was nothing left but bare stone. And I still waited. Still feared for my own hide, until during one of my hunts a female decided to make me her quarry."
"She hurt you?"
"Only a bit," Doravar's tail flinched. "We fell from the sky. Then we played with each other, taking in our scents, assessing our strengths. She was better than me in every way, and probably desperate enough to settle for the first male she found. She lingered around my cave, and after a few days her desire became too oppressive to resist. She tackled me during one of our training fights. I thought she was still playing, but the way she dashed her tongue along my neck, how she coiled her tail around mine, how her weight pinned me against the ground...that was more than playing."
Jenna blushed fiercely. "You...you mated..."
"She did," Doravar said, still looking upon the forest. "She held me captive under her while I did nothing but growl, writhe, and pour myself within her wild embrace. I never knew such pleasure existed until I found myself nestled within her. The way she drew the essence out of me was beyond anything I could possibly imagine."
Jenna pressed her legs closer together. She noticed how Doravar's curled his claws into the dirt, how his wings twitched in the same rhythm as the faint jerks of his tail. He was aroused. In need. Just like she was from the vivid pictures that coursed through her mind.
"I became her mate, and she became mine. There was no other way with her. She took my hunting grounds, my cave, and my seed within her. When I stood there with the ground under my back and her warmth above me, I felt...fulfilled. Like I had a purpose beyond the loneliness I was accustomed to. She forced me to become her mate, and though I was still too afraid to ever call her my mate, I treasured her with every scale on my body."
Jenna shivered. There was power in the way he spoke. And also tragedy. Doravar spoke too fondly of her, as if a great misfortune ripped him apart from the first and only mate he ever took.
"You don't have to-"
"We shared everything. The sky was ours. The forest a limitless territory I could explore by her side. Raxarya always insisted on bringing the prey to my cave all by herself. As a strange twist of fate, it happened that a week after the mating season ended, she never returned. It wasn't hard finding her. The smell of blood is almost as powerful as a female at the peak of her fertility."
Doravar's lips twitched into a faint snarl. "I found her drying in the sun, head parted from her body. The elves that took her left the blade behind, lodged through her head as a final act of defiance. They probably did not expect me to track down their scent, but I did," the dragon's tail trembled under the ripple created by his tensing form. "I found their group and painted the grass with their blood. I left them to dry, just as they left my mate, only that I did not burn them. Their dead husk became a host for worms and decay, while my mate...my mate became ash, easily blown off by the first storm that rolled over my territory."
"Doravar..."
"Now you know," the dragon turned his gaze back upon her. "That is what you wanted, right? To remember me of my failure to protect my mate. Teach me another lesson before the same happens with you. I can't...I don't want to-"
Jenna rushed to hug him. "No, you stupid, silly dragon. I won't die. We won't let these slayers claim any more lives. We fight so that other dragons like you, younglings that are too young to understand the lay of the world, will not have to be slain by these marauding beasts."
"Taking lives is simple."
"I know. Oh, I know..." Jenna caressed her dragon's head. "That is why we should focus on the opposite."
Doravar drew back again. He looked at her with a mixture of confusion. He was uncertain. Maybe even afraid.
Jenna didn't let him ponder too deeply. She cared too much about Doravar to let him slip back into darkness. He tasted the sweetest warmth. This was just a matter of remembering it. Jenna let go of his snout to slid along his scaly chest, then lower, and lower, until her palm passed over the dragon's obviously wet rift. A thick film of slime coated his nethers, and Jenna brazenly rubbed around to stir the dragon in only way she could.
Doravar tried to growl, yet what came out was more akin to a strangled moan. He curled his neck and lifted his trembling hind leg into the air, a natural response that was to be expected from the way his flesh convulsed upon itself. Jenna pressed her palm around, feeling the dragon's vent bulge underneath his rising urge. None of them were prepared for the emergence of his gender. Jenna pulled her hand back at the contact with his slimy tip, and Doravar curled his toes, snapping at the air and growling out his desperate need for relief.
Jenna wanted to touch him. As she looked upon the bare spear that poked through the dragon's fleshy lips, all she wanted was to grab his organ within her palm and stroke him fast and hard until he reached completion. That was what instinct wanted.
Her rational mind urged a different path, yet the savory smell of his musk stirred her blood more than it had ever been stirred. Jenna placed both of her hands upon the dragon's gender. One hand formed a protective sheath around his naked head, while the other pressed upon the soaked rift. As she started stroking him with a circular motion, Jenna felt him grow within her grip. His flesh pulsated with rippling heat. Throb by throb it grew, spreading her fingers further apart. She loved the way his muscles rippled before every throb, but more than that she loved to feel him harden within her hand. That meant he liked her touch. Found it appeasing enough to spend his seed into.
And the prospect of smelling his fresh, life giving seed soaked Jenna's gender almost as much as the dragon wet himself.
Doravar winced helplessly. Years of holding back had left his malehood notoriously sensitive to any kind of touch. Jenna felt it in the way he tensed. In the throbs that rushed along his hardened shaft, or the ripples traversing along his body. Jenna kept stroking him at the same speed, using her dexterous fingers to grab around his head. The extra pressure oozed extra fluid through the dragon's bloating tip. It wasn't seed. Jenna would have known if he climaxed. He was just shaving off the edge of his passion, the copious wetness allowing her to slide along his naked flesh quite effectively. He was bigger than she expected, and hard enough for his veins to bulge out in the open. Jenna took her hand off to admire the dragon's member, and as soon as she did, Doravar's member slammed against his belly, squirting two lances of clear fluid along the scales and sending the dragon into another growling fit.
She grabbed him back. Oh, how warm he was. How deliciously wet. The head was by far the most sensitive part, especially the small nubs that grew behind his spear-shaped tip. They flared every time she went over them, and a throb shortly followed. Jenna climbed down along the dragon's smooth length. Though he became thicker towards the base, no touch seemed to stimulate him quite as much as having his tip rubbed. So she lingered there, rounding the bare flesh of his head with one hand and applying pressure with the other. The dragon's slit squelched with lust. His throat reverberated with the thrill of his passion.
And suddenly, Jenna thought of a most intense scenario. What if she pushed the dragon further? What if instead of her coarse hand, he had something warm and fleshy to release into? Her beak almost trembled with the desire to feast on the dragon's virile scents. Jenna dropped down onto her knees, straddling the dragon's tail base. She grabbed his rod with both hands, then breathed in his delicious musk for a couple of throbbing seconds. Her eyes rolled into the beak of her head, a melodious trilling sound escaping her beak. His smell was so filling, touching the very core of her being, stoking a most intense desire. Oh, she wanted him inside her so much right now. To feel him throb with passion, feel his rippling heat climb along with his throbs, take his virile seed as soon as it erupted from his cock.
Jenna closed her eyes. Pushed by unbridled arousal, she opened her beak as wide as she could and took the dragon's tip in, sheltering it within a blanket of warmth and saliva.
Doravar's maw rippled with a long, moaning growl. He clawed at the air, flapping his wings, throbbing with wild desire. Warm, sticky fluid gushed into her beak, his warm pre-seed dribbling down Jenna's unprepared throat. She swallowed everything she could, but he squirted so hard, so often, the smells and taste of his member so arousing.
Jenna pushed her beak down. She took him deeper into her beak, and when his lust threatened to choke her, she pushed back, coughing all the extra fluid that built up back upon the length of his cock. Doravar's barbs flared with need. His cock throbbed, harder, quicker. And Jenna kept bobbing her head up and down, stimulating the dragon while her tongue poked inside his opening.
Doravar froze. His breath stopped, growl hitching in his throat, limbs becoming as tense and still as the ground below him. His cock too ceased its reckless throbs. Instinctively, Jenna knew what was coming. She grabbed onto him with both hands, closed her eyes, clamped her beak as tight as she managed around his rock-hard spear, and licked inside his deliciously sensitive hole until the dragon relieved his bloating load with an overwhelming spurt of pure, pent-up lust. Jenna stood absolutely no chance of ever swallowing all that amount. Her throat became stuffed to the brim faster than she could blink.
Jenna coughed harder than she did in her life. A stream of thick, milky essence splattered down from her beak, a mere trickle compared to the waves Doravar unleashed through his bloating shaft. Jenna took the second load straight in the face, and as she struggled to get a hold of the member in her confused state, she received a third and a fourth, the sticky essence too thick and too warm to fall off.
Doravar roared, a high pitched sound that was still new to Jenna's ears. This was his peak. His climax. The moment every male lived for. It was shameful, unfit for her to push him over the edge just so he could waste his seed by himself. Disoriented as she was, Jenna grabbed for his cock, and as soon as she found it, she pressed his pulsating shaft against her chest, hugging the dragon's most intimate and sensitive organ and allowing it to relieve its ceaseless discharge between her soft breasts. Doravar spurted long and hard, his spears taking Jenna in the chin, neck, and chest. Her breasts bounced with every spurt, the dragon's rod too wild to fully tame. And she waited, and smelled, and licked, feasting on the bounty of fertile scents until the dragon finally relieved the brunt of his load.
The aftermath left her completely soaked. Doravar apologized for staining her pristine fur like that, but Jenna had none of it. She caressed his member between her seed coated hands, dabbing with her tongue at the dribbles oozing out of his tip. She held onto him until his lust died down, and only then she allowed the dragon to return the favor of cleaning her.
Jenna took her clothes off, noticing how keenly Doravar looked between her legs. Jenna eased the soaked clothing onto the ground, making sure to give him a good view of her feminity. She wasn't surprised by the rebellious moan that churned in his throat. With his seed impregnated into her fur, she felt just as wet and aroused as a female at the peak of her heat.
Jenna gave herself to him. She let the dragon swipe his tongue along her body, starting with her head, then climbing down her arms, her chest...until he stopped right before her secret passage. Doravar was completely entranced by the smell wafting from her naked pussy. His purr flared at an all time high. Whiff after whiff, Doravar's breathed in her delightful scent, even opening his maw to take in more than his twitching nostrils could. His eyes half-lidded. Then, his lips pulled up, revealing his pristine teeth along with his wet, pink, restless tongue. It trembled inside his maw, just as his jaws started quivering seconds after he was exposed to the miasma of a needy female.
Jenna never felt so hot in her entire life. She had a male's nose stuck almost right inside her pussy. Doravar wanted her. Needed her. The trembling moan erupting from his throat suggested as such.
With a jerking motion, he pulled himself back, a panting mess of growls and moans.
"Lick me," Jenna pleaded with him. "Please, take me..."
"I may lose myself."
"Don't care," Jenna placed a hand on his head, rubbing her dearest dragon, battling with her own temptation. With a shove, she could just push his snout into her cunt, then let his male instincts do the rest. Yes...she needed that.
More than anything in the world, she wanted his long, fleshy tongue deep within her heated walls. Jenna's fingers curled, and with a swift pull of her hands, she slammed Doravar's snout into the quivering mess of fluids and flesh that was her pussy.
The sensation was more than she bargained for. First, his snout pressed against her folds, forcing them to clamp from the lukewarm touch. His twitching nostrils tickled her in more ways she could handle. Lastly, the feel of something so big pressed against the most sensitive part of her anatomy sent her pleasure soaring. That was the worst, wasn't it?
Not by far. Jenna's eyes crossed with unbearable amounts of pleasure when Doravar's hungry tongue spread her walls apart. It entered deep, lodging in so hard that her tunnel had troubles closing in completely.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!" Jenna slammed her back against the hard ground, grabbing whatever she could between her trembling fingers.
Messy sounds filled the air, along with the unmistakable smell of her fragrance. Doravar was slurping her. He was sucking the essence right out of her depths, using his tongue as way to funnel her essence into his greedy mouth.
Jenna was close to cumming, and she would've exploded right in his face if the dragon held his position. Instead, he pulled back, growling and snarling, snout dripping with hefty amounts of female juices.
"Grarrrhhhh..." he swiped his tongue around to feast on the life giving essence while Jenna looked and panted.
She did this. She turned Doravar into the aroused beast standing before her. His eyes lost part of their calmness. A fiery determination burned within them, holding only one goal: to feast.
"Doravar..." she reached for his jaw.
The dragon pushed into her hand, nuzzling, licking, purring with obvious lust.
"Shh...I know what you want. What you need...lick me. Just...just keep licking me."
Doravar argued no further. He descended along her belly, pausing right before her pussy.
Jenna spread her legs, offering him a quick peek inside. The dragon took a deep whiff, his eyes too heavy to remain open. Then, he growled. The surge of warmth made her flesh knead with blissful spasms. Jenna nodded quickly...
Then threw her head up when the tip of his tongue slid along her rift. It was hot, moist, warm, everything she expected from her beloved Doravar. His tongue sailed along the puffy walls, dipping in just a bit before it pulled back for another strike.
"Mffff..." Jenna trembled with abandon. Being licked down there was pleasant beyond her imagining. Her flesh heaved with such might, she could've climaxed within moments. To avoid spilling her passion to quickly and prolong the prickling surges striking her nether regions, Jenna pressed her legs closer together to shelter her oversensitive insides from the heated touch of the dragon's tongue.
It took more than cheap tricks to deter an aroused male. Slow and steadily, Doravar continued his licks, using only the soft tip of his tongue to kiss her flesh. From time to time, he pressed his snout against her pussy, kissing it, warming it with his breath. A long lick followed after that, cleaning the traces of her sweetness, bringing them into a maw weakened by lust and effort. The lewd slurps that followed heated blood and sweetened the air with the smell of arousal.
"D-deeper..." Jenna said, spreading her legs just a bit more.
The moment was most unfortunate. As if he read her mind, Doravar allowed half of his tongue to brush against her pussy, his flesh scratching, tickling, filling her with more pleasure than she could hope to take in.
"Kawwwkkkk!" Jenna screeched to the skies, knees quivering with strain.
Doravar was inside. He was licking her walls with his big, fleshy tongue. He treated her pussy with love and affection, tasting her in the most intimate of ways.
And she could do nothing but tremble and shake like a horny little bird.
"No," her head zipped from side to side. "Oh no. No no no no no!"
Doravar didn't stop. He couldn't stop. Once he tasted honey, his tongue wanted nothing to do with stale saliva. It slid along her folds two more times, then poked in, then out, faster than her muscles could spasm.
He was lapping at her like a hungry dog.
And Jenna felt on the verge of bursting from the overwhelming ecstasy welling within her deepest depths.
"Cawwwrraaaak! I'm gonna...naaah, I'm gonna cuuuum!"
She certainly prepared to expel the wonderful tide of lust building within. Her body seized up, her muscles tensed.
Then, within three pounding heartbeats, Doravar pulled back. The string of electrifying pleasure cut, bringing sudden relief to Jenna's overworked pussy.
"Haah... haaah....aaah..." she panted like a wild animal after a chase.
Doravar wasn't faring any better. His lips were pulled in a constant snarl, and his eyes half-closed, too dazed by pleasure to stare at anything else but her pussy.
Jenna eased back along the ground. It was frightening to see what a bit of licking did to her. She felt hotter and more flustered than she felt after hours of flying. She massaged around her chest, calming off her racing heart.
Doravar climbed along her belly. She didn't mind him too much, for his breath was warm, and his tongue even warmer. The dragon licked the cum off her fur, climbing higher and higher, quickening his strokes until he reached one of her breasts.
Jenna closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan when his tongue washed along her nipple, soft and gentle compared to her own hardened flesh.
Doravar nuzzled into her other breast. Somehow, he knew how sensitive she was there.
"Nghhh..." the frost phoenix winced with need. His tongue passed over her nipple, a sea of flesh that felt sooo good upon a part of her that was almost as sensitive as her own pussy.
"Feels...feels good," Jenna rubbed his scaly snout. "More...give me more..."
The dragon licked a few more times, then nuzzled between her breasts with his snout, going from one mound to the next.
"Oooohhhh...that's...that's so...so..."
She wanted to say warm, delightful, arousing. Instead, only a long, lustful "aaaaah!" escaped her maw.
And that wasn't even all that Doravar had in his arsenal. He allowed his snout to roll along her chest, all the way to the neck.
Jenna closed her eyes. His long licks flowed like the sea along her neck, soft, enticing, wet. She was certainly relaxed, yet kept on edge by the gentle nibbling of his teeth. If this was how dragons mated, then Jenna wished to be one. Doravar was so careful, so loving with her, using his tongue and teeth in just the right amounts to make her wet like a fountain down there.
"Doravar, I'm-"
Another breath. Another failed opportunity. Heat slithered through her passage like molten lava. Jenna tensed. She felt too hot. Too hard. Too...
"Kaawwwww!" she screeched, pumping a gush of hot fluids from her pussy.
"What?" the dragon licked into her neck, calm and loving.
"I'm..." Jenna sprung up, her knees slamming against each other.
"Did I hurt you?"
She grabbed hard around his snout, trying to contain the raging pressure welling inside her pussy.
She failed. The heat kept climbing, her pussy kept shuddering, and her nipples felt a fiery mess of arousal pressed against the dragon's warm scales.
"I'm cumming!" Jenna screeched desperately.
This time, Doravar needed no further encouragement. He pushed his snout against her pussy, then licked, attacking her so viciously her breath stuck in her throat.
"Awwrrrrkkk!" Jenna's eyes teared up. Overwhelming pleasure burst from her depths. Doravar kept licking on and on, rubbing her with his tongue, twisting and poking inside her tunnel like a ravenous beast. His snout was too big. His tongue entered too deep. The scales that rubbed around her lips brought in so much pleasure, furrows of bliss formed on Jenna's brow.
She couldn't hold back even if she wanted. Jenna grabbed onto Doravar as hard as she could, then spread her legs all the way to the sides, her face twisting into all manner of shapes as the first spurt of heat squirted out of her folds.
"Kraaaaaa!" Jenna screamed as she finally climaxed. Her juices burst into Doravar's nose, flooding him with her nectar.
The dragon moaned with delight, shoving his snout hard against her oozing folds, treating her with his trembling lips and his restless tongue as he slurped the rhythmic waves of essence spewed by her quivering passage.
Jenna felt in heaven. Though a dragon's tongue lacked the reach of his cock , the lewd licks made up for it tenfold. The way they scratched the itch from her flesh prompted her to squeeze harder and harder, drawing even more fluid from her soaked depths.
After a few blissful moments, her squirts slowly died down. She just about prepared to take a deep breath when Doravar's tongue slid around her secret spot.
A crackling whip of orgasmic might thundered across her spine. Instead of a breath, Jenna unleashed a moan. Doravar's tongue fell along her clit, tickling it, stimulating it until she was firmly embraced by warm, soaked tongue.
The heat returned with a vengeance. Jenna's tired muscles heaved once again, drawing her into another orgasm.
"Haaaaawwww!" she howled ferociously as her pussy started squelching all over again.
It was overwhelming, to unleash her deepest essence all over again. Jenna shivered with weakness. She wanted to stop, to breathe, to relax...
Yet her body inevitably quaked and tensed as a response to the overwhelming amounts of stimulation brought upon her overly sensitive clit. Doravar twisted his tongue in all the right ways, embracing her, tickling her, urging her to surrender.
Jenna felt consumed by the fire of her intense orgasm. Her breath was ragged, her arms limp, and she struggled to hold on while Doravar licked her breasts once again. He found her hardened nipples within seconds, rolling around them, stimulating them with quick, ruthless nuzzles.
Jenna let loose another powerful squirt. She drew upon a choked breath, then let it loose in a roar of crackling might as the dragon pushed his tongue hard against her clit.
Jenna's body immediately seized up when the dragon started suckling on her clit with all his might. Waves of heat fell upon her organ. Her own arousal, mixed with Doravar's saliva fueled the lewd slurping worked upon her cunt by his dripping lips.
Jenna couldn't hold on. Her body felt spent, weakened. Yet even so she rolled into a third orgasm, allowing the reckless spasms to milk her of everything she had. The greedy, slurping suckling mixed with her frenzied heart beats, forming a concoction of desperation and lust. Again and again she came, wetting the dragon's mouth with the last drops of her inner fire.
Doravar was more than grateful for her juices. He too slurped everything she offered, savoring her climax down to the last drop.
Colored stars appeared in front of her eyes. The need to breathe became even more dire than the need to cum. Jenna kicked her legs, pushing at Doravar, kicking him, yet her depleted strength allowed only for pokes and gentle shoving.
Darkness engulfed her eyes. Then, just when she thought she was going to pass out, the fire dimmed, allowing her to take a long, shaky breath. That was the first step in the road to recovery. Doravar groomed himself, while Jenna stood beside the pool of water, contemplating whether to cleanse his seed or keep it upon her fur just a while longer. The smell pleased her. In a way, she liked having such a precious part of her dragon with her.
She thought against it. Though she had been tasted by his tongue, there was something else to be had. Jenna crawled onto her fours, lifting her tail, offering herself completely to her dragon.
"Do it. Take me like one of your own."
She knew Doravar wouldn't be able to resist. The dragon got onto his fours, licked along her back, then let out a long, needy growl as he pressed his back against her. Jenna didn't expect his member to harden so quickly after such a copious release. His thrusts pushed into her passage as eagerly as his claws curled into the ground, driving his hard malehood between her legs while his hind legs tore the earth apart. Jenna forced her walls shut. Every muscle in her body burned with effort. Her mind was a fortress, her sex an indomitable gate.
She believed she could overcome his sheer lust, but Doravar laid besieged her trembling lips with bestial fury. Her defenses crumbled as soon as he found her entrance. With one sudden thrust he slid his whole body forward. Jenna felt first his heated scales rubbing hard along her fur, pressing against her back. Then, she felt his member, sliding so quick and so deep inside that her muscles could do nothing but spread open and receive that hot, throbbing meat inside their embrace.
Doravar flapped his mighty wings. She never heard him roar quite as loud as he did then, when more than half of his bare, sensitive member was fully sheltered within her body. Surges of delight traversed his form. Jenna could tell that from the way his breath hitched, or how his claws curled grabbed restlessly into the ground, but that wasn't quite as obvious as the heated spurts lancing through her passage. His bloating malehood spewed its liquid lust so hard and so quick Jenna almost thought the dragon unleashed his own essence.
After a few healthy throbs, he pushed himself up. Jenna took a sweet breath of relief, only to choke on the bittersweet tint of his musk. Doravar's tongue fell upon her neck, licking the cold cum that still stained her body. Jenna craved for that warm tongue. Too many times she was ashamed to ask him to bathe her, just like he cleaned himself, treat her like one of his own.
And now he did all of those. He licked her like a beast, and now he mated her like one.
His barbed head flared to life, scratching her flesh too quick and too hard. Jenna's body was overloaded with reckless stimulation, and in the span of a heartbeat Doravar had clutched her to his chest. She didn't fully comprehend what happened next. Her head was a swirling mixture of pleasure and lust and her pussy squelched and quivered. Jenna peeked back to see him shift from one hind leg to the other, furiously stretching her apart with his growing member. She tried to spread her legs further, but she was too weak, too helpless before the tide of pleasure worked by his hardened member.
Doravar muffled his upcoming moan. He dropped on his side, pressing those hard paws against her limbs, holding Jenna tight against his chest.
Something grew inside her. It wasn't his member. She got rather accustomed to its tapered tip by now. No...what she felt was closer to her lips, and it became bigger and harder each time a fresh squirt of liquid lust burst through her tunnel.
Fear suddenly gripped Jenna's tense body. That strange bulge spasmed with rhythmic throbs, again and again, spreading her flesh far wider than his cock ever did. Within moments, that hardened ball expanded so wide she lost every control of her nethers. Lashes of stinging pain coursed through her, and Doravar growled and moaned and licked with his wet, delightful tongue.
Though it hurt at first, the pain quickly turned into ethereal tingles of strange bliss. For a few moments, Jenna soared upon the strangest tides, her head feeling as light as the stars speckling before her eyes.
Then, the pain had all but evaporated. Itching heat rushed through her limbs, dispersing whenever a surge of fluid invaded her passage.
Jenna's beak parted. She was suddenly filled by the most intense sensation she felt in her entire life. A whimper left her throat. She clutched hard onto whatever she could grab, be it a claw or a finger, and Doravar was there to ease her into this mind numbing bliss. His tongue washed over her body, slick and pleasant, just like the member buried inside her.
It was lodged so deep inside, throbbing so hard, feeling so hot to her unaccustomed muscles. Jenna gently kneaded her lips along the dragon's length, moaning softly whenever a rush of pleasure coursed through her sensitive flesh.
"Awwrrkkk," she grabbed Doravar's snout and pressed her head against it. She wanted his tongue. Craved for it as much as she craved for his member.
And Doravar knew that. His tongue rolled along her face, descending between her breasts, smothering her with its sticky warmth while his member gently rocked back and forth inside her snug shelter.
"Mffff..." Jenna scrunched her eyes shut as her legs jerked with blissful spasms. "Nhhh...hot...so hot... More..." Her tongue sneaked out to catch a quick taste of his sticky saliva. "More...give me more..."
He draped a wing over her naked body. His paws became her blanket, his scales her bed, and his hot tongue her pillow. Jenna closed her eyes, enjoying every one of his rocking thrusts. His barbs tickled her flesh in such an intimate way, latching onto her tunnel, then easing her trembling pleasure with short, blissful tugs, urging her to release the burning passion welling within her secret cave. His rock hard shaft also stirred her like nothing else. She grabbed onto him every time he slid out to keep him there for just a couple more spurts, almost begging for his next jet of liquid heat.
And when her muscles burned with thirst, Doravar thrust back in, massaging her with the sheer length of his cock, touching her deeper than any male had ever done before. The bulge surrounding his base still felt strange, keeping her flesh too spread apart for her liking.
But Jenna soon found out what its purpose was, for when her dragon's growly moans flared brighter and her breaths became quicker, that hard, resilient ball kept there, applying immense amounts of pressure upon her oversensitive walls.
Her peak quickly approached. All the pre-seed Doravar unleashed inside her boiled hotter than her blood. Her muscles tensed, one by one, until the fiery serpent reached her most intimate of places. Intense pleasure rushed through her folds. Jenna closed her eyes, pushed her face hard into her dragon's neck...
...then jerked hard as a loud roar erupted from his throat. His wings spread open, flapping wildly his claws pressed their sharp tips into her fragile form. The member suddenly hardened. For a few moments Jenna held her breath.
Then, within two pounding heartbeats, a wave of heat burst through her flesh, hotter and stronger than anything she expected. Her tunnel instantly collapsed under the weight of the dragon's release. She clutched Doravar's length with all the force she could muster and held him in place while his battering seed washed through her body. It shot so hard, so strong, and its intense heat melted her resistance immediately.
With a rippling cry, Jenna joined her dragon's bliss. Spasms wracked her whole frame, and she shivered and trembled from every joint, consumed by an eerie sensation of coldness. Nothing could match the heat of the seed rushing through her. Within a single spurt, her walls bloated with thick fluid, and she held that intense sensation of rippling heat for as long as she could, but the following spurt forced her to contract and expel the excess slime. Jenna wasn't particularly successful. So much was oozing inside her. Doravar's member overflowed with thick, fertile slime. He spurted, again and again, pouring in everything he had, and Jenna took spurt after spurt after spurt, milking her dragon with the same eagerness he unloaded his seed. His essence was vital to her, and with her instincts stoked so brightly, her body was begging to be impregnated by such a strong, virile male.
His spurts slowly tapered off to a trickle. Jenna was so filled by now, to the point where she felt bulged and bloated. She tried to loosen her muscles a little bit to let all that pressure loose.
But she couldn't. The bulge blocked her entrance. There was no way for that hot seed to go but forward. Jenna gritted her beak, knowing she had no choice but to take every drop of her dragon inside her. So she waited there, tied to him in the most intimate way possible, caressing him every time he spurted. Multiple times she reached her climax, and each time she tried to screech as loud as her dragon. Doravar was probably impressed. He kept licking, kept unloading dribbles of his essence inside her overflowing hole long after the peak of his pleasure dwindled.
Jenna lost track of time during the highly intense aftermath. She couldn't fully relax with his big cock still gushing seed inside her. Doravar's potent seed made her belly swell just slightly. She was sure that if she slid a hand along her belly, she could even feel the rock hard tip of his member still spitting its essence deep inside her belly.
Doravar's cock pulled out with a wet plop. All the pent-up seed gushed out in a thick stream, washing over both of their feet. He planted such a thick batch inside her. Wave after wave squirted out, making her sensitive lips feel sticky and warm. It didn't take long for his lukewarm fluid to send Jenna into the throes of another climax. With her head tucked to her chest and her beak clamped hard, she whimpered like a wounded beast.
But Jenna couldn't move. She didn't want to move. Laying there, pressed against his chest, with his caring snout nosing her from time to time made her feel like the most accomplished phoenix that ever lived.
***THE END***
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