Hatchling's Delight by Cheetahs

Hatchling's Delight

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Description: A young dragoness learns the secrets of mating inside-out with the help of her caring parents.

Hatchling's Delight

Kira slowly roused to awareness. She blinked a couple of times to moisten her eyes. There was complete darkness inside the feathery sanctuary formed by her wing. With a soft push, she poked through the feathers lining her pale feathered wing to be greeted by a similar type of gloom. The sunstones mounted on the walls glowed with a faint violet luminescence that matched the sky's color. Right now, they indicated at pre-dawn.

Kira pulled her head back, placed her chin on the soft pads of a forepaw, then shielded herself with her lazy wing. Although she wanted to remain asleep, her eager mind constantly came up with exciting activities. Yesterday had been so boring. Just like the day before that, and the day before. Ever since mother has been taken by a very sudden, weird, and unexplainable affliction, Kira did nothing but eat and rest. Her mother was too protective to allow her little ones to venture alone in the surrounding wildlands, and her brother far too lazy to search and explore. They were both so boring. Had they no taste for adventure?

Kira lifted her wing to peek behind her. Lashan curled around himself in a tight coil, with his wing and tail shielding every soft spot. Kira sighed. Sometimes, she wandered if he was part of the same clutch as her. She missed the times when her brother slept on his back. She could get on top, and he wouldn't even notice. Too bad times changed. She leaped on him now, and he would roar so loud mother would come barging into the nest.

The female closed her eyes. For the second time, she tried to rest. Life wasn't always a quest for adventure. Males had to provide for their nest. Females raised their young. And hatchlings learned the skills taught by their parents until they reached a proper age. Mother always refused to divulge that particular secret. She still called Kira her little one, despite being almost three times larger than when she poked through her egg. Kira remembered when her mother's paw was bigger than her whole body combined. She was little back then, not now, when her wings developed their flight feathers and her limbs itched to run.

Spurred by her rising eagerness, Kira slowly rose on all fours. She collected her wings, tucked them at her sides like a proper dragon, stretched properly, then walked around her brother's sleeping form.

"Lashan?" she tried a soft whisper to test his awareness.

He had none. The golden streaked wings flared along with his steady breath, furred tail twitching with the sudden motion of deep dreaming.

"Lashan!" Kira tried a squeaky growl next.

She didn't get a better answer, so she sneakily approached even closer to her sibling's coiled form. From this distance, she could even smell his scent, and still be left wondering about her options. There weren't many exposed areas she could nip at. Lashan curled himself quite properly, yet even for a dragon bearing his size Lashan could not shield away every sensitive spot.

Kira's nostrils flared with eagerness when she spotted the pink pads of a hind paw hidden behind the dragon's luxurious tail. She crouched, pushed her snout forward, then breathed, bending the smooth strings with her breath. Lashan's paw jerked back as rolling warmth fell upon it.

"Nowhere to run, brother," Kira smiled mischievously. "How about a last chance? If you answer my call, I will spare your paws. If not...well, I guess you know best what's about to happen."

Kira clenched her maw. All the rushing air that traveled through her reverberating throat lost its potency long before slamming against the toothy barrier. Even the most perceptive of dragons had no chance of hearing that one, but then again, Kira never intended to give her brother a fair chance.

She shoved herself forward into Lashan's exposed paw. The seething warmth of the pads dug deep into her nose. It was so soft and cushy, begging to be teased. Kira rubbed her nose inside the pads. Lashan immediately curled his fingers. He kicked his leg, but the blows were soft, just like his pads. Kira licked between his spreading fingers when they flared, then nuzzled furiously once they curled inwards. A startled growl left Lashan's throat almost at the same time as his wing flapped down.

Kira's heart pumped faster. The teasing was just the prelude. Only now the real game was about to start. She flared her own wings, bringing them forth with a strong slap. The male instinctively rolled to the side to protect himself, yet that was just what Kira expected. She slammed a forepaw just below his chest to keep his paws in check. As expected, Lashan kicked furiously, but his improper position didn't allow for a great deal of mobility. Kira used her other paw to subdue his active hind leg. The one trembling beneath his body was completely useless, more exposed than a fawn on the plains.

Kira gave it a round of furious licking. She bathed the pads with swift strokes of her tongue, obtaining a throaty growl from her brother. He curled so hard his claws came out to flex and grab at whatever they found. Kira's tongue was much too agile for them. She deftly tickled her brother's pads, and when his growls turned into roars, she climbed along his leg.

"Do you give up?"

"No!" He stubbornly clung to a false hope of resistance. "I'll...just...raawrrrr!"

"You'll just what?" Kira pulled back to look upon her brother. He was a panting mess of spread feathers and ruffled fur, with eyes as big as an owl's and a tongue more lazy than a Scatterbark Snail.

"You'll regret-"

"This?" Kira licked the inside of his flank with a long, suave stroke.

"Grrrr!" Lashan shivered all over as his toes spread once again. He had a great weakness below his belly. No, not his sheath. Even Kira was not as dirty as to strike where a male was at his weakest, but she could make use of his paws. The faintest touch was enough to trigger Lashan's growing discomfort. It became more obvious with every beat of his frenzied heart, pushing through the expanding sheath like an earthcrawler did after heavy rain. They had a lot in common, those two. The glistening appearance... the pumping throbs... The pleasure of pushing through the soft embrace of their respective environments...

"Pl...please...Just stop. Just...I'll do what you want!"

"I win?" Kira flicked her tongue back inside her maw to wash away the taste of dusty fur.

"Yes! Do you really need to ask?" Lashan lifted his wing for emphasis. A dragon showing the white of his belly submitted through and through. One that showed the pink of his tip could have had slightly different intentions. Kira saw nothing wrong in going all the way with her teasing. She slammed her wet tongue back onto her brother's inner flank, straightening his fur with broad strokes. She always liked the way his muscles shivered under her touch. There was great power within her brother's limbs. Too bad he didn't use them too often. With her circling licks, Kira approached closer and closer to his expanding gender. Lashan was literally pleading by now, whimpering and shivering like mommy's little baby. He was the little one, and Kira didn't stop until he lay almost completely unsheathed.

With her work done, she threw her brother a sneaky glance. Lashan didn't even match her stare. He looked into the ground, shielding his male problem under a flared wing.

"I hate you..." he moaned with a whimper that made Kira's heart ache a little bit for her reckless action. Embarrassing her brother was fun. Humiliating him was another matter entirely. Even the laziest of siblings did not deserve such rough handling.

Not often Kira decided to console her brother after a scuffle, but this time he deserved a bit of comfort. She rubbed along his side, sharing in his radiating warmth until their snouts met. Lashan tried to turn away, but the slick heat of a lick made him freeze stiff.

Kira licked along his trembling lips, kissed his clattering fangs, and soothed his huffing nostrils in the warmest and most intimate way a dragon could.

"You liked it. I know you did."

"Wish you haven't done that. Now I'll have to wait for it to go back," Lashan tried to curl around himself. Instead, his wing fell over Kira.

"Keep it there," she licked him again. "And the tail too. Remember how we coiled around each other, pretending to be grass slitherers?"

"I...I do," Lashan blinked. "That was one game you never won. You are so slow at crawling, it's almost infuriating to think how I managed to beat you all those times."

"Show me that tail trick we did," Kira tempted him with another quick lick.

She felt her brother weave his tip around hers. Kira snuggled closer into his side, nibbling under his jaw as their tails slowly entangled with one another. She liked the firm approach her brother used. This was one of the rare times he showed strength. Kira kneaded at the ground with her claws, swirling her own tail until her brother went stiff halfway through the coupling.

Kira jerked her tail to encourage him to proceed further. Ripples of shuddering warmth surged along both their forms. Kira's breath stuck in her throat, while Lashan jerked with an abrupt yowl.

"That felt strange," Kira flapped her wing to disperse the surrounding heat. "Should I do it again and see what happens?"

She got her brother's clamping jaws around her snout in response. The grip was frail, too smooth and weak. Even if she could break through the toothy trap, Kira kept her playful eagerness in check.

Lashan retreated back, nuzzling her in warm appreciation. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I acted that way."

"May have something to do with your male problem," she nuzzled along the side of his head, coaxing a whimper from her brother. He licked her twice. Kira purred heartily as their noses rubbed together. She adored physical contact, and loved her brother even more for having the audacity to provide it. He was usually so reserved when his member expanded.

"Is it still out? I can't see it from here."

"Don't," Lashan tightened his tail again, forcing growls out of both of their throats.

Somehow, that motion felt unexplainably good. Kira shifted on the cold ground, feeling unusually warm. "We should stop doing that thing with our tails. It feels..."

"Strange. I completely agree," Lashan added quickly.

"Remove yourself then."

"You dared me into this trap. It's really not fair for me to-"

A jerk of her tail ended the argument in a very growly manner. Lashan removed himself swiftly, wrapping himself as soon as his tail came loose.

"That was fast. I never saw you come loose this quickly."

"I'm the one to blame now?" he cocked his head defiantly. "Me? I was sleeping, dear sister. You're the one that had to push her pesky snout into my paws."

"They're soft and squishy. Can you blame me for taking an interest in them? You know females have a weakness for soft and warm," Kira rubbed into him. She didn't receive a good reception.

"Then lick your own paws, hug your tail or pester mother. I have...I have things to care for."

"Like your male rod?" Kira pushed under his wing.

Lashan used his mobile tail to trap one of her legs. Kira prepared to retaliate, but his lashing paws allowed no room for response. She fell on the side, feeling just like her brother did moments ago. Unlike him, she didn't moan like a whelp. There were ways out of this predicament. And besides, she had a much better look.

"Now I see it."

Lashan looked back.

Kira used that distraction to wrap her paws around his neck. She pulled hard, using her wings to launch herself onto her feet. Lashan was again subdued on his back, kicking uselessly at her towering form.

"I win again, brother," she teased him with a mocking lick. "Am I free to extract my second prize?"

"Free to leave, yes. I'd really appreciate it right now."

"So grumpy," she looked between his legs. "Why do you keep it hidden? I find it very curious how it jumps up and down like that. Can you control it?"

"I can control you!" Lashan lashed out with a wing, forcing the female to close her eyes. The next time she opened them, Kira found herself with the squelchy pads of a paw pressed right into her face. A great force pushed her back, almost throwing her off balance. She flared her wings, bowing into a predatory stance.

"Now you want to play."

"No. The opposite, dear sister. I want to be left alone!" he growled out. "What does it take for you to understand? I have problems to deal with!'

"Providing? Hunting? Eating?"

"Male problems," Lashan snarled in annoyance. "Just leave me alone for just a bit, and I will do whatever you ask of me."

Kira relaxed. "Play. I want to play."

"Agreed."

"And I get the bigger cut when dad comes home."

Lashan scrunched his snout at that, but in the end he dipped his head in agreement. "I filled my end of the bargain. Care to do yours?"

"So impatient. Males are so strange," Kira shook her head as she slinked through the sunstone marked tunnel and out of her nesting chamber.

She followed the glowing stones until the golden brilliance of the hoard sparkled before her eyes. Kira squeaked with glee and hurled herself head-on into the mound of metals. Bracelets, cups, trays, even shields clattered around her as they rolled onto the hard stone below while Kira twisted and buried herself deeper into the pile. She loved the feel and sound of metal, but liked its looks more. Shined brighter than dragonscales, and felt so smooth to the touch as she pawed with her flaring fingers. She caught onto a pair of jewel encrusted ornaments, too big for her limbs. Kira threw them aside and kept digging until she found the right size. She fit one forepaw through each bracelet and lifted her limbs, watching the sapphire sparkle ominously in the violet light of the sunstones. Pretty ladies in the lands below wore these fine gems. Kira envied them a bit. Dragons had no use for fancy jewelry, but they could admire and trade it for something of worth.

Still, she couldn't help but see if she could match father's scaled hide. Kira kept rummaging through the pile, fitting all manners of plates and coifs until her whole body was weighted by cold metal.

"Too heavy," she shook off the bothersome decorations. "Father must feel horribly burdened. Maybe that's why he's tired all the time..."

Slithering sadness washed away her glee. Kira was not like the other dragons. She favored companionship more than treasure, and right now she felt annoyingly lonely, with only the clatter of metal ringing inside her ears. She pawed off the ostentatious equipment, turned her tail to the great hoard, and slowly left it behind.

Kira looked towards the nest chamber as she made her way through the spacious tunnel uniting her lair. She longed for her brother's warmth, and his warm, caring touch. Did he have enough time to solve his male problem? That was the only concern that kept her paws glued to the ground, frozen by indecision.

She waited there. The sunstones barely changed colors. If she went inside the nest, she would only annoy her sibling. An irked Lashan was as stiff as his member; rigid and hard to play with. He was always so private about that certain part of himself. Kira never touched it. She vaguely smelled its fragrance when it came out, strong and more resilient than any scent she encountered, but that's where she always stopped.

"Silly males," Kira swiped her nostrils with a quick lick and headed towards the storing chamber. The jagged room had piles of leathers, wood, and other materials spread around in organized clumps. Dragons never used ice to conserve their meals like the two legged races. Magic allowed them to do practically anything, even fly if they so desired. Kira didn't know why mother or father ignored the need for a spell caster. They only took a few trinkets every moon cycle and provided so much in return.

She decided to calm her restless mind in the playing room. Surrounded by the crafts of her youth, Kira joyously explored each of the chambers forking along the straight tunnel. She tugged on SnakeVine rope, sharpened her claws on rocky Blackstone, and chased around the leather balls mother tempted them with a few moons ago. All of Kira's abilities were owed to her. The fine dragoness that cared for her ever since she poked her little head through the egg. The caring mother that exposed her belly every day to share her tasty milk with them. The affectionate parent that never took her eyes off Kira.

Kira liked to remember her as she was back then, not as the secluded stranger she became at the start of the fresh moon cycle a couple days ago. Mother forbade any lengthy contact for a reason she never explained. Kira only saw her during meal times, and only for a fraction of a moment. After the chunks were shared, mother coiled around herself and refused to eat until her two young retreated back inside their caves. With father left for most of the day and mother struck by that mysterious affliction, it was no wonder Kira was starved for affection. She wanted to lick something. Rub against soft fur. Feel another's warmth coursing into her.

"Lashan... are you gone too? Still caring for your problem like mother?"

She couldn't know the answer until she walked in on him. Kira allowed her paws to take her in front of the nesting chamber. A short tunnel was the only thing separating her from her sibling.

She took a deep breath, then turned back around. Brisk steps carried her forward. Kira turned along with the serpentine corridor, left, then right, passing one glowing stone after another until a haze of overly sweet smell entered assaulted her nostrils.

She bared her fangs into a snarl. The pungent aroma invaded her with every breath she took, sticking in her throat like physical goo. No matter how many times Kira licked her nostrils, she couldn't fully escape the overly thick scent wafting inside her exposed nostrils. Mother was right. This was one strange affliction that heated the blood in the strangest of ways. Kira's heartbeats quickened even as she remained glued to the ground.

Her tail flicked nervously behind her. She could turn around like a scared, obedient hatchling, or press on and aid her mother in the struggle against this heavy burden. Kira's throat rumbled with determination. Step after step, she approached the huge female. She rested in the furthest corner, surrounded by bare stone. Even here, she secluded herself from the rest of the cave.

Concern brewed inside Kira. She quickened her pace, only to turn around with a growl when her tail found itself trapped firmly between spiky fangs.

"Lashan!" she turned around with an annoyed growl.

The male's grip receded into pleasant nibbling. He worked around the fluffy tip, trying to earn back his sister's favor with this old yet effective trick.

"That's quite enough," Kira tugged her tail to the side.

"Enough to get you back into the nest?" the male took a step towards her.

Kira's limbs trembled with irritation. Was her brother that dense? Couldn't he smell the result of mother's affliction? Kira begrudgingly backed into her sibling, easing under his wing.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not coming back. We have to help her, brother. She would have done the same for us. You know that."

Lashan's eyes gleamed with incertitude. He licked his forepaw thrice before finding the courage to speak. "She told us to stay away more than once. Go near her, and she'll know."

"I intend to," Kira strolled forth. With or without her brother, she was going to do this.

Her tail found itself trapped once again. This time, Kira forfeited words and pleasantries. Her unsheathed claws lashed through the air, sliding slightly under the male's retreating leap. Lashan was nimble enough to avoid her paw strike, but he wasn't prepared for what followed. Kira blinded him with a flap of wings, then grabbed his neck in a tight enough of a grip to force instant submission.

"Give up yet?" she rumbled stubbornly until the male wheezed his growl.

"Good," Kira rubbed and licked into the damp patch of pale fur. "I need you with me. Mother thinks she knows best, but she just wants to protect us. You know how she is."

"Wrathful when we go against her word. Do you want to get us into trouble, sister?"

"What kind of trouble?" Kira pressed herself into his snout and stared right into his emerald eyes. "We slept alone. Ate alone. And now we are about to be divided again, all because she doesn't trust us!"

Lashan shook his head. "I'm not saying she's right. Just that...she's mother, Kira. Mothers worry, and hatchlings heed them. It's like it's always been."

"When we were tiny! Are you still a helpless hatchling, or a dragon ready to do what needs to be done?"

"What? You think we've grown big enough to contest her?"

"I know you grew big when I tickled you," she teased him with a quick lick along his lips.

Lashan bared his fangs. That only allowed Kira more room to weave her tongue around. She lapped at the male's toothy prison, then entered inside his maw when he tried to bite her tongue. Kira tickled the roof of his mouth and dabbed at the underside of his tongue, knowing how annoyingly sensitive those bits were.

Lashan backed off. "Stop that."

"I will. When you come with me," Kira lashed him again. "Or maybe I'll lick your paws again. How would you like that, brother?"

"This is...you know this isn't fair. And our problems will grow much more if we wake her up. Please, Kira. Let us return to the nest and-"

"Fine," she turned around, brushing her fluffy tail tip along his neck. "I'll hunt with you in the forest. Don't you want that? A day out in the sun, with many squirrels and mice to practice our skills on."

She could almost see Lashan leaping and pouncing bugs, butterflies, and all manner of critters. A day out was irresistible, even for a lazy male such as him.

Kira rumbled with pride when she felt his form slink under her wing. Lashan nuzzled along her neck, obtaining an amiable lick in response.

"How are we going to get past her?" he pointed a paw towards the sleeping female.

"Leave that to me. And to be sure, you do accept my terms, yes?"

Lashan growled his agreement. "I think I already know what the price is. What would you have us do?"

"What we should have done a long time ago," Kira tucked her wings close, lowered herself in half a crouch, poked her brother to do the same, and slowly advanced towards the sleeping dragon.

The smell increased its potency the closer she approached. Kira looked around, thinking it might have been a bad prey or something father brought from his journey, but everything looked the same as before. The woven tapestries of flying dragons hung on the walls, and the decorations dangling from above chirped with the same soothing sound every time the wind sneaked between their metal scales.

Kira liked the lavish looks of the grand chamber, yet now she was neither interested in admiring nor playing hatchling games. She looked closer at the ground. The stone surrounding mother was streaked with glistening marks that ran in jagged, uneven patterns. It looked almost like ice. When Kira extended a paw to touch it, she found the marks dry and cold, just like the stone beneath her sensitive pads.

She approached her snout to sniff, and fought hard to suppress her growl once the same overpowering smell washed inside her nostrils. Lashan wasn't so smooth. He moaned between barred fangs, licking several more times at the strange coating. Kira turned around, but the male already sealed his maw shut with two gripping paws.

"Control yourself!" Kira hissed softly.

Lashan nodded quickly, flicking his tail around to point towards mother's huge bulk.

"We'll start from the front. Touch only if you have to, and please avoid manifesting yourself in the same noisy manner. If you can't keep your mouth sealed, then just stay and watch."

With the plan laid out, Kira finally dared to approach her mother. The caring dragoness that nurtured her two hatchlings suddenly seemed an imposing enemy that should have been avoided at all costs. Kira was certainly intimidated to find herself standing before such behemoth. Mother was almost three times bigger than her, and fiercely majestic. Her magnificent tail was firmly wrapped around the whole length of her bulk, curling around her muscular flank, passing below her gold streaked wing, where it twitched and ruffled under the gusts of puffing warmth rolling forth from mother's nostrils.

Kira slinked along the same side as the tail, soft and careful like a gentle summer breeze. Lashan followed closely behind. The two hatchlings made their way up until they stood right in front of their mother's head.

"Did she-" Lashan extended his neck above her twitching ear.

"No. She's still asleep," Kira nuzzled along her brother's head. "Take the side."

"And you?"

"Paws," she smiled mischievously.

Lashan bowed his head. His frame trembled a little, yet a bit of fear was quite normal when hatchlings decided to disobey their mother. Kira didn't feel too brave either. Her heart thumped in her chest, her paws felt unusually weak, and her instincts urged her to flee back into the nest before she did something stupid.

She heeded none of those dire warnings. She was a squeaky hatchling no longer. So she started pacing around, trying to find the best way to get at her mother's paws. She slept on her left one, like Kira often did, and kept the other tucked below the bushy tip of her snowy tail. It was too risky to get there. It only took a whiff to smell the intruding scent.

Kira joined her brother on his inspection of mother's wing, but soon found out two snouts only served to annoy each other. She crawled forward like a stalking mink, looking at that pesky tail. If only she could get it out of the way...

Kira smoldered and seethed. Her brother approached, and the look in his eyes was none too pleasing. He worked and took this huge risks, while she watched and waited. That couldn't happen. Kira slowly lifted a forepaw, then gently lowered it on the fluffy tail. Mother didn't even twitch an ear. She followed with the other. Slowly and steadily, Kira pulled the luxurious tail towards her. It took a dozen tugs and serious patience to finally expose the huge padded shape that was her mother's forepaw. Kira stuck her head forward, sniffing along the central pad that was as big as her head. The same earthly scent she possessed greeted her nostrils, along with a trace of something else.

Kira's nostrils widened the more she inhaled. There was definitely some sort of ooze coating two of mother's padded fingers. She prodded gently with the tip of her tongue, dabbing repeatedly. When she caught the taste, she rushed back inside her maw, where she swirled the overly sweet mixture inside her saliva. She never tasted something like this. It was strong, and very bizzare What could it be, and more importantly, where did it come from?

Kira resumed her licking. She didn't notice the faint shivers rushing along the furred ridges bordering the pads, and she most certainly ignored the twitching. Kira was completely entranced by the mysterious fluid, lapping and licking until fingers spread and claws came out of their sheaths. Kira turned her head around, only to be slapped in the face by a storm of feathers. She shielded her eyes in reflex, and the next time she opened them, Kira found herself staring into the wet, sticky, oozing depths of two cavernous nostrils.

Kira's throat burst with a startled yelp. Her paws surged to the side, only to splay sideways when a force tripped all of her limbs. Kira fell with a growl. She was caught, that much was certain. All her chances of fighting back fled when she was helplessly scooped by that gigantic paw and pressed tight into her mother's overly warm fur.

"Look what mommy caught," the dragoness purred softly as her verdant eyes inspected Kira's shivering form. "A little disobedient hatchling bent on causing mischief."

Kira opened her maw to speak. A rush of warmth surged through mother's nostrils, forcing her to swallow her words. Shame crashed into Kira with the force of a tidal wave. She didn't expect to be caught like this, or worse, be stared down by her mother like helpless prey.

"I'm sorry. I...I..." she forfeited the burden of words and launched herself at her mother, lapping away for forgiveness with her little tongue.

Mother blinked. Her purring deepened for a bit. Kira's tongue became a whipping frenzy of adorableness. She mixed in rubs and nuzzles, working around the entirety of her mother's huge snout.

Her hopes melted when mother curled her lips, revealing rows of glistening teeth.

"Please continue," her black slits narrowed as she focused her gaze onto her daughter. "I quite enjoyed your little bribe."

"It wasn't a bribe. I missed you. Lashan missed you, and..." Kira licked at her nose, the only place that seemed safe among those frightening teeth. "We want you back in the nest, mommy. We want you back with us!"

"And going back against your promise will earn you that?" The dragoness licked along the sharp edges. "Are you not afraid of the consequences of your actions?"

"I didn't...I didn't promise," Kira's eyes sparkled with guilt. She knew she did. And by the looks of it so did her mother.

"You have both grown wonderfully. I only have to look at you to remember how it was to be a hatchling," mother draped her lips over her fangs, settling her head right between Kira's legs. "Allow me please. Might as well make yourself comfortable since you're officially my prey."

The little hatchling spread herself as much as she could, but the tight space allowed little room to maneuver. She was forced to remain here, packed in her mother's warmth, with her rolling breath and her insistent gaze to remind her of the poor choice she made. She sneaked a glance sideways. If Lashan escaped, maybe mother wouldn't-

"He's there, don't worry. You came here together. I cannot allow you to leave separated, can I?"

"We're sorry, mother. Lashan! Tell her how stupid you were for dragging me into this stupid plan of yours!"

The male whined pitifully.

"Tell her!"

His upcoming words came out into a muffled, unintelligible mess.

"Males are different in many regards, but I don't think your brother was up to this."

"He totally was. We were both so worried about you, mom. Lashan awoke with his male problem again!"

"Did he now?"

Kira squirmed under the gooey lick that followed. Her mother rubbed her wings back into their proper position, then turned upon her neck, easing off the hatchling's apprehension with hefty strokes of her tongue.

Kira soon found herself enjoying this pleasant captivity. "He did, and he told me to go away, and I did! I groomed myself, and he probably groomed himself too. I never knew how he solves his problem. He never told me. But when he finished we cuddled and licked and talked about you. About how lonely you must be...about how much we miss you..." she slowed off as her purring flared to life. "Feels so good. Please continue. Please..." Kira slowly closed her eyes. The stream of warmth melted her apprehension into a haze of delight.

Then, mother stopped as suddenly as she started. Kira opened her eyes.

"Why did you stop?"

"I don't want to spoil you," Mother blinked a few times. Droplets of moisture fell from the corners of her eyes, squeezed by her squelchy eyelids.

"Mom?" Kira approached with her little snout. "Is that water? Are you crying?"

"I'm fine," she rubbed her eyes with the soft pads of her paw. "I'm just a bit distracted, my little one. Nothing to concern your fuzzy head with," she allowed her heavy paw to fall on top of Kira's head.

The hatchling winced at the added weight. A bit of a burden never dettered her from supporting her mother. Kira inched closer, allowing her tongue to bridge the gap between their snouts. "Is it bothering you, mommy? The scent I caught...it's related to your problem, isn't it?"

"Yes, very much so. My particular issue is annoying, but so is your disobedience. Mother cannot care for her problem and deal with you at the same time. You promised me, Kira. You both promised me that you will remain in your nest for as long as it takes!"

"Too long," Lashan broke through with a growl. He was stifled almost immediately.

"No. Don't! Let him talk, mommy!" Kira pawed stubbornly.

Mother bowed her snout, allowing the pads to slide freely along her silky fur. "I'll deal with him later. For now, it's your turn. Say what you have to say, Kira."

"Mrrrmmm," she chirred apprehensively. "The waiting was difficult, and hard, and painful. We broke our promise, mommy, but...I am happier than I've ever been here," Kira fluttered her wings to snuggle deeper into her mother's fluffy chest. "I love your warmth. And I love your touch. And I love you so, so much!" her head rubbed up and down along a huge fore leg.

"Then you must also love the punishment that's coming," the dragoness growled.

"I don't care," Kira said sternly and latched her front paws around her mother's leg. "Bite me. Paw me. But I'll still love you more than anything."

"Don't say that...Your brother might grow jealous."

"Leave him. I love you more, mommy!"

Kira lashed out in her earnest. She hugged her mother's head and licked everything she saw in sight. Mother's nostrils quivered under the frenzy of strikes. Her limps trembled and shook as they were nuzzled into submission. Her throat blazed with a richer purr, and her eyes grew brighter as the warmth of affection surged through her frame. Kira spared nothing. She even licked mommy's huge fangs, gathering her sticky saliva all around her little snout before she rubbed it back under her jaw.

The big dragoness parted her maw to let out an unrestrained growl. Her whole body shivered like the metal scales dangling from above, and within the flap of a broad wing, she fell on the side, exposing her fluffy chest much to Kira's delight. She pounced her with a delightful squeak, straddling her huge forepaw as she rubbed along the base of her sinuous neck.

And she wasn't alone. Lashan sprang from behind to latch himself around the middle of the female's neck. He too licked and nuzzled with loving frenzy, leaving mother's sandy fur wetter with each stroke of his agile tongue.

The dragoness flared her free wing. Kira thought she was going to be shoved off. She certainly expected that until the paw underneath slammed into her belly, forcing her to fly through the air for a thumping heartbeat before she was smacked right into her brother. The two hatchlings growled in discomfort as their wings and limbs were mashed together, but mother's caring touch saw a swift end to the nascent disagreement. A single swipe of her broad tongue was enough to leave them wet from the middle of their chest to the top of their snouts. And she didn't just share a single stroke. A loving mother had a lot more to give. She cleaned their paws, grazed their soaked fur free of bothersome clumps, and licked her two little ones until there wasn't a single dry strand of fur around their heads.

"Mooom, I'm wet!" Kira shook her little head, sending pelting particles all around.

"As you should be, my dearest," she licked the female's neck all over again. "You didn't expect to walk away unpunished, did you?"

"That's mean. I loved you, and-"

"I loved you back," the dragoness rubbed noses with her female hatchling. "Stroke for stroke, rub for rub. Fair, don't you think?"

"No," Kira licked between her nostrils just when her tongue came out. "Yours is much bigger."

"That it is," she said with another warm lick, then turned towards her other hatchling. "What did you think, my little rogue?"

Lashan allowed his love to speak. He lapped restlessly around mother's snout, wings shivering in their frame, paws tense with purpose. Kira saw his flanks push back and forth for a purpose she did not understand.

"Mommy? Why is brother doing that?"

"He's just being itchy. Right, my little mote of light?" she shielded the male under her wing. "Tell mommy what irks you, so we can rub off that pesky problem together." Soft growls and moans rushed from beneath the feathery shelter.

Kira was a bit jealous of the extra affection her brother was getting, but she didn't interrupt mother. After all, she managed to talk to her a lot more than brother did.

When her wing retreated, she saw Lashan's lips curled with effort. He panted through his opened maw, allowing his tongue to roll between his lower fangs.

"Brother?" Kira nudged his neck. His pupils widened like two coal beads, and his eyes were unfocused.

"Mother, why is he-"

"The warmth, my dearest. It's the warmth," the big female rolled back onto her side. "Come here."

Kira jumped on the ground, but her brother was too distracted to even notice the shift in his balance. He fell on the side with a soft growl, collecting himself almost as fast as he fell. Kira glimpsed a speck of pink between his legs.

She tilted her head curiously, and sure enough, brother's male problem was out in all its glistening glory.

"It's out again. Why? Did you touch his paws, mommy? You know how excited he gets when we touch him there!"

"I bathed him, my dearest. Worry not for him. He'll be his frisky self in no time."

Kira moved to her sibling, managing to take only a step before mother's neck blocked her path. "Leave him to cool off for a bit. Heat meddles with a male's senses. They all become distracted with the desire to..."

She cut off at that, bribing Kira with long, calming licks. "It doesn't matter. I have you all for myself now."

"To what?" Kira pressed on. "What happens to them? Why is warmth so bad, mommy?"

The dragoness looked under her wing. She licked at a couple of feathers, trying to feign distraction. Kira was not about to quit so easily. She jumped onto her mother's head, scrambling desperately for balance. Her paws struggled to grip onto the horns just above her ears. Kira almost reached them. Almost.

She fell on her back like a clumsy hatchling, growling with disappointment. Mother rumbled at that. She snuck her snout between Kira's legs, nuzzling and licking into her exposed belly.

"You wanted to climb?" she gave a wriggling stroke. "Wanted to thrust, like your brother?"

"What? Mommy, what-"

Kira's words descended into a fit of growly squeaks as mother started tickling her in her earnest.

"It tickles. It tickles! Mom, stop!" the little one squirmed as the rolling tongue went lower and lower, too close to a particular part of her body. Kira loved the heat, but she shivered all over once that silky mass of flesh traveled along the rift of her gender. She kicked all her legs, tensing from every joint of her body. It felt as if sparks of flame dug through her flesh to push deeper into her loins before dispersing into tingles of strange pleasure.

"That should be enough."

Kira grabbed onto her snout. "Mom, what did you...? You did something, with your tongue."

"I tickled you, silly!"

"It felt different. Strange."

"Tickling always feels weird. That's what makes it a good punishment!"

Kira squeaked all over as another round of tickling washed over her. Mother kept her tongue inside this time. No weird feeling came, and no words were shared until she turned to care for her brother.

"Mom?" Kira slowly made her way around the engulfing wing.

"You can speak, my darling. Say anything you desire."

"Do you have a problem, like brother?"

"That's a silly thing to say. I'm female, like you. My issues are quite more different than what males deal with."

"Then why is it all sore and wet?"

Mother pushed her tail into the glistening flesh, covering it completely. "It's nothing, my little Kira. Now, is there anything you desire from mommy?"

"I want to know what you have there," she pushed her wing up with the help of her tail.

That didn't work. Mother stubbornly flapped it back down, then licked her little hatchling. "There's nothing, my dearest. Just my tail," she washed the fluffy tip along Kira's side. "Do you want to play with it?"

"No, mommy," Kira grabbed it inside her maw, sliding her pads along until the fluffy fur turned moist and spiky. "I want to know why it's wet."

"The cave is sometimes wet, light of my life. Do you see those stone teeth up above?" she perked her little one's head with her own snout. "The stone weeps at night, and when the sun comes up, water falls back on the ground."

"Water?" Kira asked softly.

"Water," mother confirmed with a calming lick.

"Then why does it smell like this?" Kira slapped her damp paw between mother's nostrils.

"It's water, Kira," she took her whole paw into her mouth, cleansing it in a pool of saliva. "Done. It's gone. Anything else you are curious about?"

There was, and she knew mother wouldn't provide any answer. Kira whirled on her paws. She launched herself below mother's wing and crashed on the ground just near the base of her tail. Kira pushed the tail away, obtaining another glimpse of the chaffed menace before she was dragged back down.

"Lashan, I found it! Mother's problem is under her tail. Lick it. LICK IT!"

"Don't be silly. You would both know if I was wounded!" the dragoness pressed Kira back to her chest. "If you are not going to play nice, I'll-"

A surging shiver made her fur rise on end. Words froze in her throat, and all her paws went limp all of a sudden. Kira pushed herself out of mother's grasp just in time to see Lashan sliding his tongue along the edge of the exposed flesh.

"N-no. Grrr...not there! Get....away! " the dragoness kicked her legs and flapped her wings. The lack of strength became strikingly obvious when her hind paw couldn't even push Lashan smaller form away."

"We'll tend to you, mommy. Care for you, just like you cared for us," Kira licked mother's shivering lips quickly. The dragoness snarled at her, forcing Kira to leap towards her tail. She slapped it to the side hard enough to hurt. Kira winced at the blow. She tripped on her paws, falling face first into the fluff of mother's fluffy tail.

"I don't want to...hurt you...Stop. Stop now!"

Lashan heeded no warning, and neither did she. Kira crawled the rest of the distance, then pushed away one of mother's legs with her forepaws. From here, she had the best view at what she was dealing with. Two broad, puffy lips flared outwards from their furred shelter to throb and kiss one another. The smell was overpowering, and the amount of moisture looked even worse. Mother's fur was more tawny than sandy, coated and clumped into rising spears by the overwhelming amounts of fluids. Kira never saw something so swollen before. Her mother's gender lay bare before their very eyes, tense, hard, and filled with engorging blood.

Kira knew she had to do something about it. She lowered her snout to attack her other fold of flesh. When she first touched mother's bare wound, Kira pulled her tongue back in surprise. Mother's problem was not only big, but hotter than she expected.

"You don't know... have no idea what you're doing..." she managed to speak between shattering growls.

Lashan perked his head only to swipe the copious amounts of translucent goo falling down his chin. Then, he resumed his long slides, lapping mother's problem right off her throbbing flesh.

The big female shuddered violently when Kira joined in. Her wings broadened to their full span, splaying onto the ground at the same time as her legs jerked apart.

"Are you feeling well, mommy?" Kira slurped the thick juice into her little maw. "You growl, moan, and taste strange. Why is it so sweet? Where does it come from?"

"Lick...just lick..." the dragoness closed her eyes, panting dreamily. "Worry not...for my....mrrrrhhhh," she let loose another growl.

Kira's eyes widened in the same manner as mother's broad lips. It only took a jerk of her legs to reveal a glimpse into her fleshy insides. A cavernous depth ran right between her folds, loose and accommodating. Splotches of fluids gathered upon the soft walls, forming thicker bridges the deeper they went. There was a pool of fluid deep inside, and every time mother pressed her lips together, it gushed out in the form of heated drops.

Lashan slurped those as soon as they came out. He had a voracious appetite for the sweet fluid. Kira was slightly concerned for him. He said nothing, bore an unfocused gaze about him, and rumbled strangely ever since he started curing mother's ache.

"It itches...itches so good," the dragoness reached out with her forepaws. "Lick, my dearest offspring. Scratch away mommy's itch."

"It looks so red and swollen," Kira drawled out. "What happened, mommy? Why is it so big?"

The dragoness flapped her wings when a particularly heavy gush escaped her lips. Lashan plugged his snout right between her folds, making mother growl at the walls and rake at bare air with her unsheathed claws.

"You're hurting her! Stop! Stop!" Kira pawed at her stubborn brother.

"No. Let him!" Mother snarled desperately. "It feels warm. Grrr...if only you knew...how good this feels... You both would...rawwrraaawrrr!"

Kira tensed on her paws. Mother acted so strange all of a sudden. She became obsessed with her itch, same as brother. What if the wound changed them? Kira was slightly apprehensive to join back in and slurp on the strange liquid, but mother's moans tugged at her heart each time they rang inside her ears.

"Lick, lick. Liiiick!" she cried desperately.

Kira pushed herself against the bare flesh. She took a deep whiff of the pungent aroma, allowing the scent to forever burn inside her nostrils. It smelled like life itself, and tasted equally good. No amounts of milk could compare to the sweet viscosity of this tasty nectar. Slowly and surely, Kira grew addicted to it. She lapped mother's nurturing fluids right from the source, and when her thirst increased, she suckled it directly by pushing the tip of her snout inside the fleshy folds.

Growly moans ravaged mother's throat each time that happened. She clenched her muscles and spread her paws further, as if she wanted her hatchlings to dive deeper into her secret passage. Kira suckled side by side with her brother, and when another gush came, they both pulled back to tap into the fresh load.

"Deeper. Pierce deeper..."

Kira did. She used her front paws to gently spread mommy's throbbing lips. As soon as she did that, Lashan stuck his head in, moaning with as much fervor as his mother did.

"My brave hatchlings...so warm...so dear.... Lick. Lick quickly. Lick long and hard. Make mommy happy. Make mommy close. She's...she's..." her growls took a steep dive to high pitched yowls.

Kira scooped whatever she could. She searched for her own spot to plunge inside, but mother was only as wide as to accommodate a single snout, and brother showed no signs of relinquishing his prize. He lapped and licked and slurped, tensing harder and harder until he finally jerked back.

When Lashan pulled out, he was a trembling mess. Kira wanted to help him, yet mommy's puffy lips looked so inviting. Eyes closed, nostrils blocked, Kira delved as deep as she managed into a gooey mess of heated fluid and quivering flesh. Heat overflowed around her, pushing into her half opened maw with every hard throb. Kira lapped and wriggled her tongue furiously, flaring mother's bliss. She slapped, licked and lapped, straining to reach the deepest depths of mother's dripping cavern.

"Grrraarr!" the dragoness flapped her wings hard, forcing Kira back. Lashan turned on her.

"Brother..."

He didn't growl or speak, whipping his tongue on and around her snout until every drop was pulled by his hungry tongue. Kira returned the favor. She managed to clean Lashan's dripping jaw before the male launched himself back into mother's bountiful folds.

"Yesssss...Scratch the itch. Tame it. Lick it. Take it all away..."

The spurts picked up, same as the throbs. Soon, mother became too tense to allow any kind of plunging. Kira and Lashan licked side by side, lapping furiously at their mother's healthy spurts with their little tongues.

The dragoness became increasingly desperate. "You are my life...you are my light," her hind paws slammed the two golden heads against each other.

"Lick...lick...lick. Deeper. Pierce deeper, my brave hatchlings...my dearest babies... Take all you want. All...you ever...want..."

Kira stubbornly tried to stick the entirety of her tongue inside, but mother's convulsing flesh simply did not allow it. After a good amount of strokes and multiple roaring praises, she tensed harder than ever before. Kira's eyes widened when her tongue was halfway trapped inside. The muscles became tempered iron, and the heat a smoldering inferno. Mother's legs drifted closer, crossing one another once they met. She jerked hard from every joint of her body. Toes flared and wriggled. Wings fluttered and slapped. Claws slid on and out of their sheath. Even her growls muffled, trapped inside a prison of teeth and pressing jaws.

Mother seemed to be under a lot of strain, and Kira didn't know why until a final surge jolted through her form. Her tail slapped the ground hard, tensing in a straight line between Kira's legs. Mother slapped her wings down and kept them there while her snowy claws came all the way out, almost pressing their tips against her crooking toes. For five heartbeats she shuddered and jerked.

Then the flood came. A thicker spurt wider and greater than anything Kira ever anticipated left her squelching flesh. She didn't manage to close her eyes, seal her maw shut, or even blink. The gush just slammed into her. It splashed into her eyes, flooded her nostrils, bathed her tongue and teeth, and rolled over her fine feathers and fur until it drenched her in a curtain of liquid heat.

Mother spurted again, then again. There was no stop to her pumping, or a way for the exposed hatchlings to protect themselves. The stood there, petrified, taking the overwhelming amounts of fluid right into their stoic faces. Kira never experienced something so unexpectedly good. She loved the way mommy's nectar tasted. Her blood grew hot when she feasted, her senses flared to life. But to be completely bathed by the nurturing waves was something completely new to her. Kira plunged her snout between the spasming lips to feel the sheer heat and power that drove them to clamp so ruthlessly. Mother spurted hard, roared loud, and shivered just the same. Kira opened her maw. She no longer had to drink. Thanks to the forceful spurts, she only had to keep her maw open and swallow, otherwise the excess fluid just dribbled along her jaw to splash onto the ground below.

Kira chose to feast, and so did her brother. They remained lodged at their mother's throbbing problem, feasting on her innermost essence. It came out of her. This bathing, soothing river of warmth was pushed from the depths of her body so that Kira and her brother could feast on it. There was nothing greater for a hatchling than to be rewarded by mommy's life giving nectar. So Kira slurped, and gulped, and licked with splashing strokes with her paws rubbing along the shuddering lips and her body crouched low to take everything her snout missed.

Lashan aided her in that regard. He too nuzzled furiously, rubbing off mother's itch at his core by delving in and out of her spasming flesh.

When mother's gushes died down and her roar dimmed into a smoldering growl, Kira wore every drop of mother's release on her. She flared her drenched wings, watching how thick rivulets of translucent fluid splashed on the coated ground. She was wet. Coldness started to creep in.

But Kira didn't feel cold. Her heart thrummed wildly in her chest. Whether it was affection or desire, she didn't know. All she wanted was a warm place to snuggle and rest. Mother provided that. She rolled on belly with a heavy growl, scooping both her hatchlings with a trembling wing. Kira happily snuggled with her family. She licked her mother's snout, then turned upon her brother.

A growl left his parted maw.

"Mommy?" Kira poked her mother with her snout. "Lashan is still trembling..."

Her brother was not just shivering relentlessly. His male problem was in full swing once again. Once he caught Kira's gaze, he lowered his wing and tried retreating a few steps away to hide his embarrassing malehood.

"I will care for him, dear daughter." Mother shadowed his form under her broad wing.

Kira wanted to inquire about her brother's problem. She opened her maw to speak, then cooed with delight as her mother's tongue rushed out to groom her. Kira closed her eyes. Licking felt so good. Her coat was all damp and dirty, and her wings were still dripping with the translucent fluid from the aftermath of Mother's strange squirting. Her roars were still vivid in Kira's mind. She never heard her yowl so loud before. Ever...

Kira wanted to ask about that. She planned to know everything once her grooming was complete. She just wanted a couple more licks, yes. A few more tongue strokes to clean her wings, then she would-

"M-motherrrr..." a whimper came, frail and shattered by need.

Kira flinched. Was brother's problem ailing him? His moaning purr immediately attracted the attention of his mother, and the dragoness wasted no time in checking on her hatchling, much to Kira's disappointment.

She poked the dragoness with her snout. "Mother, what's happening? Is brother sick? Is he-"

"He's fine, my darling. He just needs me," the dragoness said without even looking at her.

"Why?" Kira asked. "You got him sick, didn't you? I need to see if he's alright."

Kira found herself poked back by a big snout that wasn't in the mood for negotiations.

"Stay back, please. This isn't something you can help with."

"But I want to! He's my brother. I want to help!"

"Kiraaa?" An unsure voice peeped underneath the feathery wing.

Both females turned their emerald eyes upon the sandy colored feathers. Kira crouched low for a pounce, but her mother was quicker. Her agile head pushed her to the side. Kira tried to jump and regain her balance, but she barely managed to catch a glimpse of the fluff-tipped tail before it hit. With a loud squeak, Kira skidded along the ground, rolling to a stop right behind her mother.

"Stay back, daughter."

"Mommy, no!" Kira yowled out. "I...why do you have to be like this? We both helped you. We licked you. We-"

She clamped her maw shut when her brother's trembling growl rolled forth.

"Kira, ple-please...Listen to her. I don't...I don't want you to see me. Not like this..."

"But you're my brother. I...I love you..."

No reply came. Kira looked into the ground. She felt so useless. Her heavy paws refused to move, and her chest felt so heavy. Why were they both so reluctant? They were a family. First mother fell sick, and now her brother.

"It won't take long, my dear, loving daughter. Just go back to your nest and sleep. Your brother will join you shortly, and I will come to comfort you both as soon as I'm able."

"Yes, leave. Please leave," Lashan added quickly.

They both wanted her out. None trusted her with their secrets. None loved her enough to at least allow her a place under a warm blanket of feathers.

Kira was alone. Only the ground below her paws kept her company, and it was cold. So hard, and so cold.

"I just want to help..." Kira whimpered to herself. Her voice was too frail and weak to carry. Not that it mattered much. Mother already started treating her brother. Soft, gentle purrs came from the nest of feathers and fur. It was the soft hum of her brother. Her half. The one being Kira felt closer to than she felt to anyone else. They shared a nest together, slept so many nights piled into each other, and now this sickness or whatever it was ripped Lashan from her.

Kira turned away. With her broad wing wrapped around her brother, her tail rounding her body, and her head out of sight, Mother made her intentions clear enough. She wanted to be alone, without an extra burden to care for. Her brother too wanted her gone. Maybe they were both trying to protect her, but Kira didn't care. She preferred to shoulder the weight of that debilitating sickness than to be secluded from her family.

She walked towards her nest. Perhaps this was for the better. A safe and secluded place suited her, because Kira knew how spiteful she would get if she lingered around any longer. Her eager paws took her closer towards the winding tunnel stretching ahead. She was just about to leave her Mother's chamber when a whining sound made the young female's heart leap in her chest.

Her head whipped about to catch a glimpse of what hid underneath mother's wing. Her brother was on his back, with his paws held aloft to allow his mother full access to his belly. Her tongue rolled along his chest, swiftly and neatly. It would've slid all the way along his tail if his male problem didn't get in the way. Brother got big again. Bigger than Kira ever saw him before.

Then, in the span of a heartbeat, everything was gone. The huge, feathery wing that hang above him fell upon the ground, and with it Kira's chance to glimpse the nature of this strange sickness. She tensed her jaws, knowing she had two choices available. Sneak around mother, or obey her request and sleep alone.

Kira made up her mind almost instantly. She wasn't one to linger around while something interesting happened right next to her. She crouched low to the ground, taking small, measured steps. Her soft pads muffled any sound. She knew her mother was distracted. The sound of licking overlapped with brother's bristling whimpers, providing the perfect cover for the sneaky hatchling. Kira slowly rounded her mother's body, passing her tail, approaching her side. She went past a hind leg when a concoction of pungent scents entered her nostrils. She recognized the sweet miasma from the previous licking session, but she was more intrigued about the spicier fragrance she smelled. It was vaguely familiar with her brother's scent, only that it was more mature. More...different.

She licked her nose to dispel her curiosity. She didn't need it now, when she was so close to unveil this mystery. Mother's side came into view. Her paws were big, strong, and beautiful. Kira always admired them. She knew what kind of claws hid inside the furred sheaths, and she loved to see her mother grooming them. The silvery tips were sliding out right now, gripping softly into the ground with each wet lick that carried across the cave's span.

Kira quickened her pace. She was close now. So close. If mother looked ahead, she would definitely notice her. There were no covers she could use to hide, and no tricks, apart from one. Scents. Kira's nostrils tickled from the overflowing aromas. That potent mixture might have been an annoyance to her nose, but it kept her safe, invisible from mother's heightened senses. She had her head dipped right past the first layer of her wing feathers, allowing only one of her ears to spring out along with a snowy horn.

How inconvenient. Kira's gaze dropped lower, glimpsing a similar result. Her brother's fluffy tail tip, wriggling around the air, tempting her to pounce it.

Kira wasn't interested in those kinds of games. She wanted to see! She approached on her belly, crawling one step at a time. The scents slowly picked up, as did the sound of licking. It was wet. What could mother groom with such passion? Kira tilted her head left and right, up and down, struggling to pierce the thick layer of fluff and feathers until a crackling cry erupted from the shelter.

The dragoness immediately lifted her wing, spreading a haze of intoxicating smells all around. Kira blinked fast to wash away the stinging sensation from her eyes. She saw mother licking her brother's trembling snout. He was wet. So wet, and so spiky. Every tuft of fur from the tip of his snout to the edge of his flanks was covered in saliva.

But that didn't include the big problem settled between his legs. A protrusion bearing the color of blood emerged from what once was her brother's furred sheath. Kira knew it well. She often teased her brother by touching him there. Sometimes nothing happened. Other times his tip came out.

But she never saw him grow so large before. He was almost as thick as his tail, measuring half the span of a foreleg in length. And he was hard. So strong, and so muscular. Surges traveled along the length of his malehood, making his member jolt into the air. Two strange things happened then. His paws jolted, grabbing at the air, and beads of translucent fluid flung over his moistened belly.

He was leaking, just like mother did. Every time he tensed, more fluid appeared on the small, arrow-shaped tip. It was so strange how tiny it was compared to the rest of his shaft, looking so uneven, so odd, as if something chopped off his organ and left that little opening instead of allowing it to gradually taper off.

Kira forced her eyes to look elsewhere. His paws. Yes, his wet, pink speckled paw pads were a beautiful sight to behold. They looked so smooth, so soft, nothing like the raging growth she glimpsed earlier. Their shape entranced Kira, and the way brother's toes curled and flared out made her tail swish with eagerness. She loved licking his paws, and adored tickling her brother, knowing well how sensitive they felt to him.

Was this why he grew so big? Because mother licked his pads? Kira looked around quickly, her agile eyes searching for more clues. She instead found brother's sack, a furred pouch bearing the pale color of his tail fur with two little fruits inside. Behind it lay his tailhole, a puckered mess that scared Kira with its strange winking.

She climbed along her brother's chest, curious to see why he made those whimpering noises...

...and came face to face with her mother's brilliant eyes.

Kira clamped her maw shut to prevent a panicked yelp from bursting out. She got caught. There was no way to get out of this mess now. She saw how intently Mother looked at her, probably thinking of the many ways to punish her disobedient hatchling.

Her maw slowly opened. Kira curled her tail around her body, wings drooping on either side. She was fully prepared to hear her punishment.

But no word came out. Instead, a soft purr flared inside mother's throat. The dragoness blinked softly, then turned her tongue back upon her awaiting offspring.

Lashan mewled reluctantly. He lapped with his smaller tongue at mother's broad snout. Their tongues met a few times, causing both of their purrs to tremble. Soft coos replaced them, so warm, so tender, so full of love.

Kira wanted that. She felt the warm tingles of affection shared between them. The creeping coldness of a potential punishment slowly left her mind, replaced by a glowing feeling of affection. And suddenly, Kira wondered why she felt so afraid. The dragoness in front of her was the most gentle and loving being she ever knew. The way her tongue slid along Brother's neck made Kira's chest tighten with fuzzy emotions. The way her tip rolled over brother's bare paws poked at her playfulness. Kira wanted nothing more than to join her mother and spoil her brother senselessly.

But then his gender greeted her eyes, and Kira felt unsure on what to do. Mother seemed to avoid it as well, seeking solace into her son's hind paws.

Lashan kicked and whimpered when the insides of his flanks were licked clean. That moist, fleshy tongue slid so close to his raging malehood. It was impossible for him not to feel anything. Kira noticed the previous jolts, but now that she could take a better look, she saw her brother's flanks tense every time mother licked close to his gender.

Ticklish. He was just ticklish. That had to be it. Mother realized it too when she left his flanks to clean the pads of his hind paws. Lashan squirmed when her wet tongue touched his feet, but the dragoness offered no reprieve. She pushed her snout stubbornly into each paw, forcing all of the toes to flare out and expose the bean-shape pads to her tongue. She licked everywhere. She slithered along the silky pads, leaving them damp with saliva. Then, she climbed over them, tasting the short fur protecting the toes. Brother's claws poked out with their sharp, snowy tips, but they were no problem for a skilled dragoness. She tilted her tongue sideways, passing between each of Lashan's trembling toes.

Kira wanted to growl at her, to tell Mother how sensitive Lashan was. But the dragoness kept up her licking, and Lashan whimpered, squirmed, and kicked. A muffled cry left between his barred fangs, but that wasn't the only thing that came out in that particular moment.

A jet of fluid burst from his malehood, staining his clumped fur with cloudy drops. Kira's eyes widened. Did brother pee himself? The water dripping from his tip looked too gloomy to be pee. It was almost white, and stubborn, dribbling in a long, sticky line before it latched onto the male's wet belly.

The sickness. This was it. Kira stared at the very source of the problem. Suddenly, she felt so stupid for not noticing this earlier. Mother's affliction spurted from under her tail too! Kira was about to turn around and see if the strange ooze came out of her as well, but before she could do so her mother's tongue rolled forth, touching Lashan's red monster much to everyone's surprise and shock. The male yelped and whimpered, Kira's eyes widened in surprise, and mother just closed her eyes, purring as heartily as ever while her tongue slowly smothered the crimson beast with its warm, fleshy embrace.

She touched it. Her mother touched brother when his male problem became a fat, throbbing monstrosity. And she didn't do it with her nose or with a paw. She coiled half of her tongue around it!

Kira would have been disgusted if everything didn't happen so quickly. Lashan's cries came and went in a blur. Mother kept purring, and wet sounds squirted on and on.

The little female growled out her distress. Her emotions became a churning mess inside her tightening belly, and mother, her dear, caring mother was sliding in the wrong direction, dragging her brother's problem into her own maw rather than spitting it out.

It made no sense to Kira why she was doing this until she glimpsed her teeth. They were big, sharp, and dangerous to anything softer than a paw. Coiled around like a protective shell, her tongue allowed Mother to safely take the male into the comfort of her maw.

But why? Kira still failed to understand the reason for this gross and unneeded action. She blinked a few times, wondering if she wasn't caught up in some strange dream, because it really felt like one.

Then, her brother's yowl broke loose, so strong and raw that Kira's senses flared brighter than a bonfire. Her sight became sharp. Her nostrils flared, her ears jolted awake, and without even wanting to do so, Kira took a very deep breath. The scents that entered her throat were strong, they made her head feel strange. Heat ignited inside her body. She pushed her claws out to steady herself, and continued looking at how mother treated brother's problem. She took half of his malehood inside. Wet sounds emerged from the depths of her maw. Her cheeks were slowly shifting, working alongside her tongue to flare brother's cries a pitch higher.

It was so strange. Gross, and weird how she added her own humming growl to brother's crying song. Lashan was so restless. He downright clawed at the air, trembling and squirming until his mother slid a bit further down along his engorged malehood.

Lashan froze. He forced his cries back into the depths of his rumbling throat. His paws stiffened in their joints, trembling keeping rather still, allowing mother to slither even closer towards his sheath. The tip of her tongue went around the strange bulge growing at the base.

Then, she gripped it. Kira's throat tensed, while her brother managed a strange choking cry. In a heartbeat, the dragoness embraced the bulge with her muscular tongue, then pushed her snout forward, slamming her nose straight into brother's fuzzy ballsack. She ate him. Mother took the entirety of her son's malehood inside her maw!

And Lashan cried out louder than he ever did in his entire life. His whole body quaked with the might of an unseen threat. Kira got rather scared, seeing him tremble as if a wild beast was trying to claw itself out of his belly. His front paws clutched at mother's serpentine neck, while his hind ones slid towards each other, crossing above the female's flaring nostrils.

Lashan whipped his tail about. His body jerked quicker and stronger, and in the blink of an eye ivory sludge burst between mother's teeth. The liquid was so sticky and gross. It dribbled slowly along mother's squirming lips, forming thick bridges before it finally clung to Lashan's belly.

Kira wanted to be disgusted. Her belly churned with revulsion, but also with the tingling sensation that accompanied any important discovery. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't take her eyes off the spectacle happening before her very eyes. Mother was licking and suckling onto the whole length of her son's member, and the hatchling liked it, or hated it, or maybe both.

He was so vocal about his predicament. His cries made the whole cave ring with savage might, only to subside moments after and descend into muffled moans. Kira couldn't figure her brother out. She tried her best, yet his trembling paws and his clattering jaws all pointed towards the great strain traveling through his body. He was desperately trying to push something out of him, but why? And most importantly, what?

Strings of milky fluid continued to dribble down mother's maw. She had no restraints about caring for her son. With her maw firmly pushed against the hatchling's belly, she was determined to care for him to the best of her ability.

Kira noticed how her tongue pulled onto Lashan's member, how he tensed before a fresh wave of goo splattered on his belly, and how eager he was to push out more. His furred balls jolted towards his member with every sudden jerk of his limbs, and his tailhole quaked with the same restless might, the wrinkled folds of his pucker spasming in and out, drawing out the throbs that rushed along the male's body.

With fear in her heart, Kira realized what was happening. Her brother was relieving himself in mother's mouth. He wasn't peeing; pee didn't look so white and sticky. He was just gushing out startling amounts of this fresh fluid inside Mother's maw with no regards about her comfort.

The revelation made Kira slightly angry. How could brother be so selfish? He not only stained his beautiful fur, but filled his mother's maw with ridiculous amounts of gross, sticky goo.

And the dragoness still cared not for one bit about this, not even when her lower jaw was completely covered with Lashan's strange affliction. Her whole maw overflowed with his essence. And she kept pumping around his malehood, kept tucking him in, kept licking and swallowing with audible gulps while her son writhed and moaned. Lashan made so many funny faces. In one moment he was staring up with his beady, innocent eyes, and in the next he was snarling, growling, or roaring. There was no sense to his actions, no explanations for his behavior. Instead of standing still and protect his most sensitive parts from mother's sharp teeth, Lashan was grabbing around her neck, licking whatever strands of fur he could, or just snarling and biting at bare air.

Mother kept him inside for as long as he needed to calm down. When his paws became still, and his wings stopped their furious flurry, she opened her maw a bit wider.

Kira grimaced when globs of sticky goo fell between her glistening teeth from the pool dwelling inside her mouth. Brother's member fell onto his dirty belly, covered in the same sticky fluid. No, it was even worse than that. Strings of fresh liquid still oozed from his tip, a consequence to the gentle spasms that still held his member wrapped inside their vice grip.

Mother slurped down the remains from her maw and licked his belly clean. The stubborn fluid slung onto the fur with unmatched persistence. The dragoness moved towards the member. She slid gently around it, careful not to provoke any discomfort to her son.

"Please..." Lashan whimpered, struggling to stretch his head. Mother's tongue kept him fettered in place. Only when she licked him clean, Lashan found the strength to push himself on his side.

Kira looked at her paws. She couldn't bear staring into her brother's eyes after what he did.

"Please don't tell father. I..."

"It's not your fault," mother's soothing voice came, followed by the wet sounds of her tongue. "You had a fire within your belly, and I helped you with it. It's the least a mother can do for her hatchlings. Help them, whenever they might require aid."

Like she helped when she remained alone with Lashan, or when he refused to explain the nature of this sickness. Kira tensed on her paws. She preferred to leave instead of making a scene, but something kept her feet glued to the ground. Maybe it was the strange smell of brother's sickness, or her mother's affectionate purring.

"Kira..."

The little female snarled. Even her breath reeked of that pungent essence. How could she even talk, after she swallowed all of that?

"You-you're...you..." the young female bit back her words when she saw how dirty mother's snout still was.

"Yes, I am slightly messy. Give me a moment please."

Mother rolled her tongue around, again and again, yet the sight of that sticky fluid spreading all over her fur made Kira's stomach twist with a sudden spasm.

"Grrawwwrrrr..." Kira brought a wing around her head to cover away the grisly sight.

"My love, I had to-"

She recoiled away when her mother touched her feathers. "Stay away. Or clean yourself. I can't even look at you with that...that thing falling from your mouth."

"Sister, please. It's not-"

"Raaaarrrr!" Kira snarled, fixing her eyes on her helpless brother, forcing both dragons back. "It's your fault! You put your male thing into mother's mouth, then...then you peed inside her!"

"It's not...pee...Kira, I-"

She clamped her jaws at him. "You peed! Our mother is dirty and foul, just because you couldn't keep your male thing inside!"

"This is a natural reaction. No male could hold himself back after-"

Kira flared her wings, silencing her mother's pitiful explanation. "I don't know what happened. I don't want any of you to tell me. It's too late. Maybe if you both didn't decide to push me away earlier, I could have helped!"

"You don't know how, daughter. There are still many things you need to learn."

"Like how to drink white pee?" Kira shot back with a vengeful growl, staring down her mother with squinted emerald eyes.

The big dragoness remained wordless at the comeback, allowing Kira to continue her merciless assault. "I'm smaller than you, and stupid, and weak, but I know what my tongue is for. I never thought about touching brother there, and you...you took him...took him in your mouth, with your...your tongue. How could you, Mother? Why?!"

Lashan winced. Conflicts never agreed with him. His paws started trembling all over again. Mother immediately lowered her head to comfort her hatchling with warm licks, but Kira didn't care. All she saw were the white patches that still stained his body, and the glistening member that stubbornly remained outside to taunt her with its ruddy persistence.

She couldn't bear to look upon that thing any longer. Kira whirled on her feet and dashed towards her nesting room. It was so tranquil in there. So quiet. Finally, she could enjoy a few moments of peace without mother's suckling maw or brother's relentless cries. Why did she do that? Why? What reason compelled her to do something so gross, so disgusting?

Kira lifted her wing. She raised her hind leg too, then hovered above her privates. What she saw there made her heart leap in her chest.

A damp sheen stretched along her slit. Her fur was clumped and spiky, just like her Brother's was before Mother took him inside. She approached her nose tentatively. A rush of overly sweet fragrance entered her nostrils with the next breath she took. Kira shook her head. No. She wasn't sick. She couldn't be!

She placed her head onto the cold stone and sailed along the sea of thoughts rushing through her mind. Mother was furious with her. Brother was angry too. She disappointed them. Insulted her beloved family. Made fun of her mother for trying to help her child.

Suddenly, Kira felt horrible for what she said. Not even Brother's strange pee could be more vile than her words.

With a miserable whimper, Kira closed her eyes. Right now, she just wanted to forget about the sickness and everything related to it.

She managed to sleep for a little bit. Coldness woke her up. Without a warm body to snuggle against, the stone drained all of her warmth. Kira lazily got onto her fours to stretch. Her joints popped, and she gave a satisfied growl after she flapped her wings a couple of times. She hated the stiffness a lot more than a bit of coldness.

Kira went around her home. She found mother in the same chamber. She hasn't even moved from her spot, still cuddling Lashan under a wing and a tail.

The young female stared from afar. Envy crept into her heart when the rumbling purrs made their way to her drooping ears. She wanted to go there. Sneak under mother's wing, then bury herself into her belly. The inside of her right flank was Kira's favorite sleeping spot. It was so warm there, and when mother coiled her tail around, Kira felt safer than ever.

She took a tentative step forward. Her paw touched the cold stone. Another step followed. It was easy. Just a few more steps like this one, and everything would be the same again.

Mother's bushy tail shifted.

Kira immediately jumped back. She heard. She smelled her!

Kira ran. A growl rumbled behind her, followed by a string of words. She ignored them all. The only goal she had right now was to get as far away from her mother as possible.

And she succeeded. The treasure room provided the best hiding place in the whole cave. It was easy for a hatchling to climb onto the piles and hide behind them. Kira chose the farthest. She knew Lashan was too lazy to search for her. Mother was even less inclined to do so. She was too busy grooming her favorite son.

"No," Kira flipped a fore paw and started to lick her dusty pads. Her own tongue felt rather good. She forgot how nice it was to groom herself when her family did it for her.

She also realized how stupid she was for subduing herself to their whims. None of them knew her as intimately as she did. Kira proved herself that by sneaking her tongue between her toes, just like mother did, but much slower. She trembled with delight at the warm tickling sensation that enveloped her body. On one way, she wanted to stop, but at the same time the thrill of battling her own instincts kept her going.

She licked her paw a couple of times, then turned upon her other one. Her tongue rushed out of her maw. Kira hesitated. Her pads looked almost the same as her brother's. A sense of longing rushed along her spine. She missed him. She missed all of her family.

"They're not bad. I am," Kira dashed a quick lick along her soft pads. "Too stupid for my own good. I should have been patient with mother. I should have been kind to my brother. Instead, I..."

She let out a soft growl and continued grooming her paw. Thoughts slowly vanished from her mind. The pleasure of that moistened warmth made her joints loosen and her flesh lose some of its rigidity. Without pesky worries nagging at her mind, Kira enjoyed the grooming a lot more. Her hind paws were even more sensitive to the touch of her tongue, and she growled, whimpered, and nibbled her claws in order to motivate herself to finish.

Once she tidied her tail, Kira stared at her slit. That tiny crevice was the last part she needed to clean. Her tongue played along her muzzle. This was such an easy task. Why was she delaying? Was it more difficult to run her tongue in a straight line along an area she knew so well, rather than hunting dangerous prey?

She shook her head and pushed her snout into it. As soon as she did that, her squelching folds parted in her wake. Kira found her nose delving inside the fleshy shelter. She instinctively stuck out her tongue, but instead of fur she met soft, sensitive flesh that was too eager to be tickled.

"Graaaaarr!" she jerked her head back, whipping her snout from side to side in a failed attempt to get rid of the heated slime that clung onto her nose. It tickled, stimulating her instinct to lick. Kira dashed her tongue along her muzzle to taste and swallow the hot goo. It had an overly sweet that made her heart thump in her chest.

She knew this taste well, for she sampled it before, on mother's pink, swollen lips.

Kira pawed at her head. She pawed once, twice, thrice, as many times as it took to rid herself of that accursed scent.

It didn't help. Her tongue might have taken upon the taste of fur and metal, but her rift still oozed the same clear substance that started all of this mess.

"I got it," Kira collapsed on her side. "I'm sick too...Mother gave it to me. Or maybe Brother. It doesn't matter now, does it? Mother is caring for Lashan, and I'm...I'm..."

A saddened whine left her maw.

"I'm all alone..."

Kira woke up surrounded by heaps of useless metals. They were so cold. So annoying to her paws. Kira snarled at them, then made her way back to her nest. If anybody decided to visit, she would just let them in. Shame hurt less than loneliness.

But no one came. Not her mother. Not her brother. Not even her father. Until nightfall, Kira was all by herself. Then, when the sun left the sky, a powerful roar announced the arrival of a beloved family member. Kira rushed to the ledge to greet the approaching dragon.

Even in the dim light of a darkened sky, her father's lustrous scales shined proudly. He wasn't like the rest of the family. Instead of fur, he had golden scales encrusted upon his hide to protect every part of his body. Two proud horns curved nicely towards the back of his head, where spikes ran along his spine, all the way to the leaf shaped end of his tail. For how tough his hide looked, her father was the most gentle and caring male Kira knew.

And for that reason she couldn't wait to reunite with him.

It was slightly awkward to wait on the same ledge with her mother and brother. She felt their eyes linger upon her numerous times. Kira dared not to look at anything else but the fiery sky stretching above her. Wavering led to blabbering, and she didn't trust her mouth to say anything of worth.

Father landed amidst a chorus of growls, grunts, purrs and yowls. Everybody ignored the tasty deer he brought home, even when he threw it at their feet. Kira couldn't care one bit about a dead lump of meat. Greeting always was the best way to start or end a day. It was a highly intimate and loving affair where the dragons rubbed, licked, and nuzzled each other from the tips of their noses to the far end of their tails. Kira always took the paws. She loved the curved shapes of the claws almost as much as tickling her quarry. Problem was, father's scaled paws were a real challenge to tickle. Kira tried to sneak her tongue under his toes, but the rest of her family gave her father no pause, licking at his snout or grooming his broad wings. They all pushed her away, eager to satisfy the golden scaled dragon with their affection.

Kira had enough when her own mother shoved her away to wrap a wing around her mate and lick repeatedly at his snout. She retreated towards the tail, doing her best to avoid tripping into the pile of limbs and tails and paws. It was rather easy to do so. Everybody was so distracted. Once she found herself free, Kira flared her wings and crouched. She pounced her father's restless tail tip a couple of times, bit the arrow shaped tip or grabbed it inside her maw. Everything worked well, until Lashan invaded her little sanctuary.

Kira hissed at him. The male growled back. Another prod followed.

The irritated female started nibbling on her father's tail. She wished her brother was the same, tough and resilient where problems were involved. Why did he pester her such? He licked or nibbled her wing every chance he got, turning from a sibling into an annoying menace. Kira wanted to just shove him away. She would have, if Father or Mother were away. More than her pestering brother, Kira herself loathed to be seen as that overeager hatchling who always ruined the greetings.

She focused her whole attention on the hard tail held between her jaws. The scales felt like polished stone to her tongue, hard and tasteless. She licked, then turned her head around to apply more pressure with the side of her jaw. This ploy worked as long as she maintained her focus and ignored Lashan's persistent prods. He wanted to speak.

And right now, she just wanted to be left alone. He retreated after his sixth or seventh attempt, seeking solace under his Mother's wing. Yet as he left, Kira felt a little sad for being so cold to him. Hurting her brother hurt her too,...most of the times at least. Maybe she should have comforted him somehow. Or maybe not. Ripping answers from him would have been as effective as clawing at a boulder.

After the greeting ended, the two parents split the deer evenly between the whole family. Kira got a haunch this time. She picked the bloody piece in her mouth and made her way towards Father, who already dined on his own meaty flank.

His azure eyes regarded her for a moment before they fixed back on the meal. He dug his dripping teeth into the flesh, ripping out a hefty chunk. He chewed on the succulent meat, growling with contentment before he gulped it down in one go.

"I know what you're going to say," Kira said after she placed her meat down close to him.

"Tell me," the male licked his lips before delving in for another bite.

She waited a moment. Was Father serious, or just trying to pester her?

"You're going to send me under mother's wing, just because my brother is there."

"Is that so?" the golden male asked.

Kira nodded her head. "I don't want to go. Not now," she then started pushing the stag flank towards her father. "I want to stay with you."

She stopped when her father lifted his head. Kira thought she was going to be turned down when he gazed behind her. A quick peek revealed the rest of her family. Mother, with her fluffy back and feathery wings, and Lashan...where was he? Kira couldn't spot him. He probably hid under her belly, as he often did when appetite eluded his maw.

"You can stay," Father's voice came, rich and powerful. He lifted one of his pale wings.

"There?" Kira asked hesitantly. "You're...welcoming me at your side?"

"Where else? This rock is hardly a comfortable place to rest on, even with all your fluff."

"Daddy, I..." Kira squeaked with delight, forfeiting words for the warm happiness growing inside her belly. She rushed towards her father, disregarding the bloody meal he feasted on in her rush. Her paws tripped between the bones, and in less than a heartbeat Kira's clean fur met the sticky, warm, blood dripping pile of shattered sinews and ruptured meat. She growled in panic. Her wings beat furiously, yet her limbs still tangled within the meaty mess.

Father came to the rescue. He steadied the stag flank with one huge fore paw, then sneaked his horned head under Kira's panicked form, giving her the leverage she needed. The little female grabbed around his horns. Suddenly, the ground moved. Her claws came out at the same time as her panicked growl, but she needed no reason to fret. Her father's chest met her belly before the ground did, and his paws strapped her safely onto his belly.

"Kira...clumsy as ever."

Kira closed her eyes, hissing with defiance at the warm tongue rolling along her neck. "I'm not- graar...not- raaawr...not dirty!"

The male pulled his tongue back to regard her with an inquisitive gaze. "Really? Care to step down and inspect your fine belly?"

"No. Not now," she planted a quick lick on his nose. "I want to stay here, on top of you."

"And ignore the tasty treat I brought?"

"Yes!" Kira dashed her little tongue along his lips once again.

The male rumbled with enjoyment, his deep, warm purr flaring Kira's need for love. She pushed her little head under his jaw, where she nuzzled fiercely along his golden scales.

"I missed you, daddy. I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, my little speck of sun."

"How much?" Kira pushed her head around his maw to look into one of his cerulean eyes.

"Hmm?"

"Show me how much you missed me," she challenged with a cute squeak.

The big male opened his maw. Rows of sharp, glistening teeth were exposed to Kira's eyes. Some were bigger than her own paws, but she wasn't scared. The same dagger-like teeth held her when she was a couple months old, when her parents still moved from one cave to the other. Kira managed to lick one of them before her father's rolling tongue washed over her face. She closed her eyes, basking in that heated sea of comfort and affection. It only lasted for three licks, but to Kira it felt as fulfilling as hours spent nestled under her father's caring wing.

"That is suitable," she said.

"Only suitable?" the male licked he again. "I'm mildly disappointed. You're never one to give up that easily."

"You'll give me more after I eat."

"You know me too well, daughter."

Kira enjoyed a few more licks before her father rolled on his side, allowing her to step back onto the ground. She crawled towards her meal, lazy from the hefty licks, then started picking apart the most tender pieces. Kira lazily chewed the first bites, but as she ate more and more, she became fond of this stag's stubborn meat. He was more resilient than the doe she ate two days ago, a challenge in the eyes of an energetic hatchling. To impress her father and to give the stag the needed respect, Kira feasted on the whole haunch, only stopping when scraps littered the fang-scratched bones.

"I'm amazed."

"I know, I'm dirty," Kira started licking a fore paw before her father poked her wing with his tongue.

"Not that. I'm amazed something so little can eat so quickly. You reminded me of myself. When I was young, I hunted the biggest stags and brought them home all by myself. My mother often scolded me. There were bears on the ground and Screechers in the sky. Any one of them could have hunted me down, but every full moon I proved her wrong by eating one of these moon-grazing stags in front of her."

"A whole stag?" Kira growled in surprise.

"All the way to the bones," the big male licked his lips. "I regret nothing. They were as delicious as they are now, those stags. I should fly back to the NetherPeaks and bring you one of them."

"But that's a two days flight...I don't want to be alone for so long. I don't want you to go, daddy!" Kira latched onto one of his paws, holding for dear life as she nuzzled up and down his scaly leg. He was the warmth that kept her safe in the night, the smell that made her feel loved and cared for, the ground that supported her whole world. She never imagined being away from her parents for more than a day. Never.

A large wing shadowed her head. Kira purred happily when the warm puffs of his breath rolled along her fluffy neck.

"I'm not going unless you want me to," his tongue traveled slowly, passing her wing, then sliding along her flank to roll over her tail all the way to the tip. "You're more important to me than any prey. Family is everything, and I would give my life to see you both become fully-fledged dragons."

"You already did."

His tongue came to an abrupt stop.

"The NorthWind," Kira continued. "You defeated him atop the SkyStorm Mountain, and for your bravery he brought you back to life."

"Oh yes," the male resumed his licking. "Graarh, that was one tough fight. Hardest one of my life."

"But why do dragons have to die to make hatchlings?" Kira asked. That story never stood well with her. It seemed rather ridiculous now how both a male and a female needed to take on the same trial of death together. Why not two males, or two females, or more dragons for that matter?

"You're not made, Kira. You're given to us by the SkyFather. He sees the whole world from his domain, and he decides what to send down to the earth. Sometimes it's a bird. Other times it's a stag. The SkyFather keeps the world in balance, and his sons help with that. Remember that he controls all winds, not just the northern one."

"Yes, you told me," Kira said. "The Winds of Life roll along the slopes of SkyStorm Mountain, breathing life into everything they touch. The NorthWind, being the strongest of the four brothers, gave us our wings. The EastWind traversed the lush valleys and spilled into the sea, creating fish and sealife. The SouthWind made trees and plants spring from barren soil, and the WestWind made the land dwellers, who graze on his brother's bounty."

"You remember well," Father said. "But what about the StormWind? Did you leave him out on purpose?"

"He was evil, and mean," Kira pulled away from her father's poking snout and hissed. "Why couldn't he live alongside his brothers? He wanted to be better than them, and because of that everybody hated him, even the SkyFather!"

"Perhaps...perhaps," the scaled male rumbled. "But try to think a bit deeper, little Kira. Can forests live without rain? Could we survive without the water spilled from the clouds?"

"No, but-"

"There is order in everything, Kira. Maybe the SkyFather needed a lesson of his own. He made his four elder sons equal, and ignored the fifth, thinking he could rule the skies on his own. If anything, I admire the StormWind."

Kira's hiss descended into a drawn out snarl. "He fought his brothers. He tried to kill his own father! He's evil. Evil evil evil!"

"You're looking at his motivation, not the reason he wanted to obtain his power."

"It's the same," Kira coiled her tail around herself. "StormWind destroyed everything his brothers created. He was mean, and I hate him."

"You're still too quick to judge. Sit with me for a moment. Let me explain why the StormWind did what he did."

Kira crawled to her father's belly, where it was warm, and nice, and cozy. She wasn't interested in that silly legend anymore, but she loved to cuddle any chance she got. She happily pressed her back into his belly, licking along that warm, leathery membrane that tied the dragon's wings together. It felt so smooth, almost like a dry, stranger sort of tongue. Even after months of cuddling with her parents, Kira still remained fascinated with her father's unique features. His scales shone so bright when the sun caressed them. His claws were so long and beautiful. His wings were huge, and his tail tip tempted her every time it rubbed along her side.

"Don't bite it," Father pushed the pesky tip under a hind paw, infuriating Kira even more. She tried pushing the toes apart, determined to grab what was rightfully hers.

"How much do you want it?"

"A lot," Kira pawed at him. "Just pull it out. Just one quick bite. Please!"

"Fine," his tail sprang from its shelter, swishing before Kira's glimmering eyes. "You can grab onto my tail and play like a silly hatchling, or you can remain under my wing and listen to my story. What is more important to you?"

"I...it's tempting," Kira switched between his tail and his eyes. "But...I think I'll get you!" She pawed his tail away and surged towards his neck to plant a quick lick under his chin.

The male rumbled with delight. "You know each of my scales better than I do."

"That's why I wanted your tail, daddy. It will be my reward for...for...for knowing you better than my brother!" Kira said eagerly.

"Really?" the male tilted his head. "That can't be right. He's your half. If anything, you should know every one of his feathers better than my scales!"

"I...I do. I think...maybe..." Kira said, slightly hesitant to spill out her thoughts after what happened with Mother and Lashan. Could her father know what that white liquid was, why brother became so big, or why mother took him inside her mouth like that?

"Something troubles you."

Kira froze. She shuddered when her father touched her, blaming the cold stone underneath her paws. The male rolled on his side, pulling her closer to his warm belly.

"Better?"

"Better," she purred softly.

"Then you can tell me what bothers you."

How lucky. Out of one problem, and straight into the next. Kira couldn't speak about that particular incident, but she could talk about the many times brother became big around her.

"I love Lashan as much as I love you, daddy. We grew up together, and we ate together, and we groomed each other many times, but I never...I never got close to his male parts."

"Never?"

Kira slowly nodded. She blinked once to moisten her eyes, then snuggled fit against her Father. "I touched him a few times there, but only with my paw, and never when he became big. Why does that happen, daddy? Why is his male thing doing that?"

"He's just happy," he stretched his wing out to groom it.

"But you're happy too, and I never saw your male thing come out."

"I have better control over my emotions. Your brother will too, when he becomes older."

"I wish he was like you," Kira rolled her tongue along the smaller scales of her father's belly while he licked his own wing. "I mean I like his fur, and his wings are sooo fluffy, but he doesn't have a hole like you and mother do. Instead he has those strange stones that dangle between his legs like fruits. He's weird."

Father stopped for a moment. "Don't talk about your brother like that. He might be a little different, but he's yours, as much as you are his."

"I know," Kira licked her little snout. "I love him a lot, even if he is so bad at lying. I can always tell when he's happy or sad, all because of his male thing. It always comes out when he likes something, and remains inside when he feels sad or angry."

"Well, that should be his problem, not yours," Father said with a stern prod on her side, which made Kira stumble over her growls. "Are you ready to listen to my story now?"

She quickly grabbed his tail tip in her mouth and gave him a sharp, resounding squeak. She got a long tongue stroke between the eyes for that. Kira loved her father. She loved him so much...

"After the SkyFather created the earth and entrusted life to his four winds, he created the StormWind. I don't know why he made him. Even the SkyFather was confused about this fifth son's purpose, because he could already do everything on his own. Why entrust the clouds to a lesser son? The sky was his domain, and in his pride and arrogance, he thought he can clash the clouds day and night, over seas and lands, all by himself."

"Now the Father sounds mean," Kira added.

Father ignored her comment. "The StormWind pleaded with his father. Every time the sun rose in the sky he asked for purpose, a reason for his existence, and his father remained silent until the sun set. His son tried, time and time again to talk with his father, to coerce him into telling him why he was brought into the world, and one day his father lashed back. He told the StormWind he was an imperfection, a black cloud staining the radiant expanse of his sky."

"He's mean..." Kira pulled her wings close, bringing her father's tail closer to her.

"The StormWind blamed his father for this mistake, and was hereby banished from his domain. The SkyFather was furious. He trapped the StormWInd between the earth and the sky to forever roam senselessly in search of his purpose. The StormWind traveled around the whole world for many eons in search for answers, witnessing the extinction of entire species, seeing his Father's world age before his very eyes. The StormWind waited so long, Kira. So long, bearing only rage and regret inside him. Many would have given to despair, but he pressed on, knowing the answers he sought were out there. And one day, he found them."

"He did?" Kira dropped the tail from her mouth.

"Indeed. Below him lay the perfect earth cared by the Skyfather's four sons, and above stretched the vast expanse of the sky. One couldn't exist without the other. The Earth needed the tears of the clouds to feed, as the Sky needed the Earth's waters to ascend and form clouds."

"I'm confused. That sounds so complicated. It isn't an answer, but a riddle!" Kira squeaked with displeasure.

Her father gently nuzzled her head. "It's a very simple one. Come on, the StormWind wasn't the most intelligent being of the world, and he figured it out. Try it."

Kira hissed for a bit before she contorted her muzzle in concentration. "He wanted to kill one of his brothers, and break the order settled between them."

"Close," the male said. "Very close. He fought them all at the same time, by traveling so fast around the world that the winds themselves stuck to him. They surrounded the StormWind, giving him a cloak made of tempest, claws of lightning, fangs of ice, and a howling roar that instilled terror into everything it touched."

"He became a storm!" Kira said excitedly. "That's why he's called the StormWind. That was his purpose, to ride the winds, but he couldn't do so because his daddy held him back!"

"Exactly," Father growled excitedly. "He didn't want to harm his brothers, because without them, he couldn't exist. He didn't even want to hurt his father, just prove him that he was not a failed creation created without purpose. With the howling winds under his command, the StormWind created the biggest storm known to the world. Many plants perished, many creatures died. Grounds clashed and smashed, forming mountains and valleys, forever changing the world as the SkyFather and his sons knew it."

"Wow..." Kira sighed with fascination. "Weren't they angry, daddy? Weren't they upset?"

"They were very angry, and very upset. The StormWind was stripped of his powers and exiled so high into the sky he couldn't control a fickle breeze, but the damage had already been done. The ferocity of the first storm remained behind, altering the creatures, arming them with claws and fangs in the wake of the devastation. That's how the first predators came to be."

"And that's what we are too..." the little female unsheathed her claws. "The meat we ate...from the stag...he had to die so we could live."

Her father nuzzled her with reassuring rubs. "Don't be sad, daughter. This is the way of the world. Like the StormWind, we too have a purpose. If the deer are left unchecked, they will eat the grass, the plants, even the trees. Ultimately, they will grow so numerous that some of them will starve and die."

"That makes sense," Kira nodded. "But...how can deer become many? Do they have to fight off a powerful enemy too?"

"That's a talk for another time," the male said.

"But I want to know!" Kira insisted, sharply poking her father right between the nostrils.

She squeaked when her side was savagely attacked by her father's tongue. "What you need is to get cleaned before the blood toughens."

"It tickles. It tickles!" she squirmed, pawing and clutching helplessly at his horned head.

"Then you should try and remain still!"

"I will! Just- just a moment, please!"

He retreated just when her breath threatened to stick in her throat. Kira took a few hefty gulps of air, then rolled on her back, exposing her dirty belly to her father's inquisitive snout. She found it curious how his nostrils flared. She wasn't smelling so good. The blood filled the air with a heavy scent akin to damp caves.

And father seemed to like it. He hovered between her legs, inhaling the smell of her fur until one of her paws pushed between his nostrils. The male quickly licked it, then started grooming Kira in his earnest.

She relaxed in the caressing feeling of his tongue. It slid so carefully along her fur, so slowly, so warmly. Kira soon started to purr with utter delight. With her eyes closed, she reached towards the top of the cave, clawing and grabbing at bare air, stretching her wings in the same manner as her toes until that moist tongue met her sensitive pads. Kira yelped softly every time that happened. The first contact felt so infuriatingly ticklish, but the following strokes smoothened that annoying feeling into something warm and enjoyable. She spread each of her padded toes, making it easy for her father to slide between them. Oh, how much she loved when his meaty tongue scratched those hidden places. Kira growled with delight, sometimes so loud she had to smother her own pleasure.

Relief came to her when the silky tongue fell upon her belly. It didn't tickle that bad there. Father's swirling motion was really good at keeping the tickles away. Only his grazing teeth were a slight cause of concern. Kira's claws came out every time he pulled onto a patch of clumped fur to straighten it out.

That didn't last long though. The bright source of her comfort soon slid toward her flanks, first licking the outside, then washing along the insides. So warm...so warm, and so close to her private parts. Kira's nethers tingled with mysterious heat. She blamed it on the licks. Every grooming session made her feel warm and cozy, but now it felt even more intense. Her crevice shuddered on its own accord, and Kira growled, too dazed by the comforting bliss to care. All she wanted was one last lick on the bare pads of her hind paws. A touch that would make her toes spread and shudder with ripples of delight.

Her father provided it. He licked each of her paws so thoroughly he left his daughter panting for air. Just when Kira thought she sampled every pleasure from this grooming session, her father surprised her even further by dashing his tongue along that spot reserved only for her own tongue.

Kira's jaws tensed with strain. Her whole body quivered when that slick, foreign tongue passed over her special crevice. Motes of heat rushed into her flesh, and Kira pulled her legs back, toes curling with eerie effort. She felt on the edge of bursting from all the pressure exerted upon her muscles, but she held back.

She held back until that tongue returned to kiss her slit a second time with its wet, infuriatingly soft embrace. Kira couldn't hold herself back this time. She parted her maw, growling what seemed to be a mix between a whine and a roar. Her muscles suddenly quaked, and her body jerked. A surge traveled along her body, vanishing as quick as it appeared.

Kira didn't know what it was, or how it happened. She was only aware of the smoldering heat burning under her fur, and the overly wet sensation around her private parts.

By all the winds. The Sickness. The sickness was back, and she forgot to tell her father about it!

"D-daddy?" Kira blinked twice, her eyes feeling unusually moist as well.

There was no reply, nor a touch. The warmth of his rolling tongue left behind only slick saliva, easily caressed by the cold touch of the cave currents.

"Daddy, I forgot...I forgot to tell you...but I'm sick. My mother caught it first, then my brother, and I got it too. Daddy?"

Still no reply. Kira rolled on her side. Then, she saw him. His broad wing was drooping low to the ground, concealing his whole side from view. Kira found that mysteriously odd, though not as bizarre as her father's trembling jaws. He stared at his paws, sliding his claws slowly along the ground. No, not sliding them. Gripping.

His paws were shaking too, along with his twitching tail. His wing joints weren't spared either, jolting up with every breath he took.

A cold snake rushed through Kira's spine. Her fur stood on end, wings flaring with concern. She crawled towards her father, licking at his neck, trying to banish the strange affliction with her little tongue.

"Daddy, why are you trembling? Do you have the sickness too? Is it...is it my fault?"

"No..." the dragon finally growled a reply.

He was in pain. He was suffering. Kira rushed under his head, then hoisted herself on her hind legs to lick around his jaw.

"Please don't be sick. Please don't be sick!

But he was, shivering from every joint of his body. Kira dropped back on her fours and curled between her father's fore legs.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have gone to mother! Shouldn't have allowed her to take brother inside her mouth! His sticky made it all worse!"

"His-his what?" the male voice crackled with weakness.

"I'll tell you only if you tell me what's happening."

"Nothing is happening, little Kira," the male brought his head down to lick her. "Everything is fine. Everything is alright..."

Kira ignored the warm nuzzles, disregarded his wet tongue for the shivers that rolled inside his maw. He was sick, and he refused to say how or why!

She took a deep breath, preparing to roar at him with all her might. A strange, pungent scent rolled inside her nostrils. Kira's roar turned into a series of coughs as the smell took her senses by storm. It was strong, yet suave. Sweet, but at the same time rather wild. Strangely, Kira didn't find it displeasing. She was curious to see where it came from, and the next breath she took revealed the path.

She surged under her father's wing, pushing her little snout under the male's scaled belly. Kira took a deep breath, then shivered from the potency of this new and exciting aroma. It was definitely hiding there, right under his belly.

"Kira..."

"It's there. I can smell it," she tried pushing one of her paws through without much success.

"Get back. Please. I'll explain everything."

"No. I want to see it! Want to know what it is!"

His big snout tried to shove her away time and time again, but Kira failed to relent. When her paws failed to sneak beneath his belly, she pushed herself into his leg and tried to pry his flank apart from his side. She barely managed to push her snout through. Father was really strong, and very persistent. His horned head snuck beneath her own tail, surged along her belly, and in the blink of an eye Kira's paws left the ground. She sailed through the air, wings flaring with the desperation to find any reliable source support. Father's wing flared out, Kira fell right into it, rolling onto the ground with a whine.

She crawled forth, dirtying her belly with the cave's grime, suffering through the coldness, ignoring her father's pleas. His belly was all she saw before her eyes, his strange scent all she smelled through every, before his head blocked her path. A gust of warmth rolled over her, making the little hatchling shudder under the warm breeze's might.

"Stop. Just stop."

It felt so tempting to do so. The comfort of his tongue was just one step away.

Kira pushed herself past his nostrils. She managed two sluggish steps before his growl made her ears flatten along her head. She knew very well what that meant. A paw over her body, a wing on top of her head, and a tail holding her limbs pressed into each other.

"You can't hold me. I know you are sick. I can smell it as well as you can!"

"And what can you do about it, my daughter? Fight? Try fighting with all you've got."

Kira strained with all her might. It was all useless. Her wings had no room to flare, her legs already felt stiff with exertion, and her tail barely moved, pinned down by father's scaly one.

"Grrarrrhh! I'll...I will...grrraaarrrrr!"

"You will give me the chance to explain."

"What?" Kira snarled. "What can you explain? Can you tell me about mother's sickness, or brother's growing male thing? What about the thing that came out of him? He fouled mother's mouth, and she took it all in!"

"Yes. I know what that is. Now please, give me the chance to talk properly. I can't weave my words if you keep struggling like a dying deer."

Kira relaxed somewhat. "I don't want to know that. Not now."

"Isn't knowledge what you're after?"

"Not now," she repeated, then slowly inched closer towards Father's snout. "I want to see it, daddy. Show me what you hide under your belly, or I will go to mother or brother about it."

"It's nothing. Why are you so adamant into chasing bare winds?"

"I'll see it. Maybe not now, or tomorrow, but when you sleep, I will see it!"

"You're never going to let this go, are you?"

Kira gave a firm nod of her head. "Never."

"Very well then. I will satisfy your curiosity," the male lifted his wing. "But you have to promise to listen to me after I do so."

"I will, I will. Just loosen your tail a bit. My paws are starting to tingle."

The grip vanished, leaving Kira with a lot of questions and very little means to get her answers. She had two choices. Either dive under father's leg and push it apart, or agree to his demands. The second option sounded so boring. The call for adventure always enticed her more, yet every hatchling had to grow. More than anything, Kira wanted to know the origins of the strange sickness. Only with her father's help she could hope to abolish it from its very core.

"I will listen," Kira said and nuzzled under his neck. "I promise to do everything you ask of me, daddy."

She was welcomed with nuzzles and licks. "Just don't tell anyone yet. This isn't how I planned to solve this particular affair, but it seems your sharpness got the best of me. Are you sure you want to gain this knowledge? Sometimes, there is no way back."

Kira made up her mind ages ago. "Roll on your side before I pounce you."

The male rumbled with amusement. "You truly are my daughter. Remember, no words or loud roars. It might not be what you expect."

Unexpected surprises made for the most exciting discoveries. Kira licked at her father's maw, smothering him with affection until he finally decided it was time reveal his hidden secret. With his wing lifted out of the way, he pushed himself on his side. His hind leg sprang into the air, claws curling inwards when a thick, meaty protrusion slapped into the ground.

Her father growled at the nuisance. Kira did too, only that her stiff maw refused to open properly. It was so big. So swollen. So...wet. A puddle of clear slime soaked her father's belly, making his scales shiny and the stone below dark and slimy. The smell was exactly as she expected it to be, raw and pleasant. An overly sweet tinge washed inside her nostrils, making them itchy for more. Kira's breaths picked up. Her heart thrummed quicker in her chest. Many different emotions rushed through her body, eliciting a similar number of reactions.

What was she supposed to do now? Turn around and flee in mother's embrace? Stay here and look at father's secret?

Or approach and inspect it from up-close? That last thought terrified and excited her in equal measures, for she didn't know what to expect from the mean monster raging under her father's belly.

"It's big, I know. And probably slightly displeasing. Genders are something many hatchlings are familiar with throughout their youth, but they never explore them properly, or learn their true purpose."

Kira blinked, her eyes still fixed on father's secret. It was a male thing. Obviously. She knew that from Lashan. But she didn't expect it to look so different. Instead of a tapered tip, her father had a head, slightly bigger than the throbbing shaft of the organ, almost arrow-shaped were it not for the blunt way it ended. The little hole punched through his tip dripped with clear fluid, adding more to the pool spreading below.

Kira slowly took her eyes off the spurting tip and looked at the ridges instead. The head had little protrusions behind it, like spikes, but much smaller and softer by the looks of it. She had no idea what their purpose was. She didn't even know why Father's male thing jumped up and down so randomly!

"Daughter, it's alright if you feel disturbed. I'll just...we can talk about something else."

He prepared to shift back on his belly when Kira's maw erupted with an unsure squeak. "Don't."

Father's eyes squinted with curiosity. "You've seen it. Shouldn't that be enough for now?"

"No," Kira said, willing her paws to move towards the throbbing cordon.

"I know I made you a promise, but-"

"I want to see it. See it from up-close."

He knew he wasn't going to win, so he settled back on the ground. With his wing and legs out of the way, Kira approached. She was aware of her father's lingering gaze, but his maleness made her even more curious. She stopped just a step away from it, sitting so close that she could feel the warmth radiating from its bare form, and smell the thick haze impregnated on its surface.

Kira jerked back when it jerked upwards. She was quick, yet not fast enough to count in the descent. Drops of slime latched on her fur when the monster fell into the puddle of its own making.

"It's on me!" she flapped her wings. "Sticky! The sticky is on me!"

"It's harmless, my dear daughter," Father said after he washed his tongue around her whole body. "See?" he dabbed his tip into the slimy patch, washing his tongue around until a sizable amount of fluid clung onto it.

Kira snarled when that thick, cold slime went directly into his maw. Just like her mother, Father swallowed everything in one single go.

"Gross..."

"It's nothing to be ashamed about, daughter. A female wouldn't be very eager to take an arid male inside her."

"In-inside?" Kira asked. "What does that mean, daddy? Why inside?"

The big dragon placed his head at her feet and smiled. "You're so young. I was about your age when I started getting curious about my gender. Didn't you ever lick yourself down there?"

"Down where?" Kira looked under an upraised wing.

"Between your legs, silly!" her father sneaked his tongue between her four feet, tickling the insides of her flanks.

"Oh, there," Kira licked her little snout. "I clean myself daily, just like mother told me!"

"Just cleaning? Weren't you ever tempted to push a little deeper to see what hides inside your slit?"

Kira squinted her eyes in confusion. Inside? There was nothing inside. She would have known if something hid there.

Father's warm touch dispelled her reverie. "It's alright. Some hatchlings are slower than others, but similarly brilliant in other aspects. You hunted your first squirrel before I even knew how to properly pounce my nest mates!"

"You're talking too much, daddy," Kira licked his lips to show him she still loved him, then turned her head towards his belly. "Tell me about that red thing. You promised to tell me!"

"What do you want to know, my little jewel?"

Difficult question, that. She never imagined she would be placed in this particular situation. When thoughts failed to properly align in her head, Kira heeded to the call of her instincts. Like she did during a hunting session, she approached with careful steps. First, she sniffed the air. The bittersweet miasma made her heart race in her chest, a real treat to her inexperienced nostrils. Once she got acquainted with the scent of her prey, Kira stretched her neck to get a closer look. Then, she walked around the ruddy protrusion. She noticed the large tubes bloating with every jerk under the monster's surface, the soft, yet resilient skin that glistened with a warm aura, and lastly, the bulges standing before the entrance of her father's spread slit. The ending of his male thing was big, bulbous, covered in the same soft barbs as the ridge circling the back of his head.

But that wasn't what captivated her attention. Her father's slit did. Normally, it looked like her own rift, protected by small, pebbly scales. Now, when his maleness came out, it looked more like a blooming flower than a crevice, exposing its wet, fleshy insides and winking at Kira with every beat of her father's heart.

She wasn't disturbed by the strange sight. She loved her father. From the tip of his snowy claws to the edge of his horns and the far edges of his tail, Kira knew him as intimately as she knew herself. She was a little surprised, yes, and maybe just a little bit disgusted by the sticky water, but her curiosity cared not for such restrictions. Tempted by the pleasant smell and pushed forward by her nagging instincts, Kira touched the monster with the tip of her nose.

Her father jerked into the air. She pulled back, then rolled out her tongue, washing it along that hot, slimy flesh. She heard her father hissing from behind, but she ignored him. This strange protrusion was sweeter than she expected, and deliciously warm. Kira lapped with her little tongue, dashing quick strokes along the budging veins, then between them. Each lick brought fresh reserves of sweetness into her mouth, urging her to gather more and more.

She rolled her tongue over the pebbly edge of his head. The wing above collapsed on top of her head, and a hind paw grabbed at her tail. Kira hissed softly, then kept licking. It tasted so good. Every time she swallowed the sweet concoction, her heart thumped just a little harder. Pleasant warmth surged through her frame, exploding in tingling heat once it reached her slit. Something felt strangely good. She had no idea why, or how. She only wanted to eat more of that sweet slickness.

And Father's tip oozed relentlessly. Kira licked quickly around the head, only to find it too restless for her liking. She clutched it between her front paws. Another growl came from behind, slightly longer and more desperate than the first.

There was no time for distractions or worries. She had to lick. Had to feast. The female's eager tongue lapped around the entirety of the head, collecting whatever remained of the hot sludge. Then, Kira slid towards his secret passage. She stuck her tongue inside that little hole, where warmth and moisture reigned together. Her reward was immediate. A hot spurt bathed her tongue, diving straight towards her mouth. Kira opened slightly too late. Much of the fluid hit her in the nose, causing her to choke and shake her head.

Her father growled yet again, and Kira felt a force tugging from behind. She pushed her muzzle against the generous hole, flicking her tongue inside, tickling the walls, drinking two weaker spurts before she was violently shoved backwards.

She fell on her back, exposed before her father's azure eyes, defenseless to his bared, glistening fangs.

"I told you to stop. Why didn't you? We had a deal, Kira!"

"I...I didn't hear..." she winced, fully expecting to be punished.

"I was talking to you the whole time. Didn't you hear anything from what I said?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. Just growls. I tried to pull back, but it was so sweet...you tasted so sweet, daddy, almost like her..."

"Like who?" the dragon asked. "Who are you talking about, Kira?"

"Mother. She was swollen too. And red, just like you. I found it first, and Lashan helped me. We licked it together, daddy. Mother was furious at first, pushing us back, telling us it's bad, but she started growling so strangely, almost like...almost like she was in pain..."

Father pulled his head back. "Are you sure it wasn't a dream? You're at the age when-"

"We didn't hurt her, daddy," Kira rolled onto her feet. "We helped, right? We didn't hurt her!"

"Your mother...how to put this? She has this-"

"I know she's sick!" Kira pushed herself into his chest, rubbing furiously against him, desperate for her Father's reassurance. "We all got it after we licked her, but I was angry, and lonely, and sad! I couldn't...just couldn't..." Kira's words slowly descended into mournful growls.

"It's alright," her father's warm tongue washed around her head, cleaning the traces of the sweet sticky. "You didn't hurt her, sweet Kira. You would never hurt your mother."

Kira slowly turned her head around to look him in the eyes. "What happened to her, daddy? Why is she sick? Why are you so big and so sweet? The sweet pee that comes out of your male thing...it tastes almost like mommy's."

"It does...it does...just stay still for a moment and stop barraging me with all these squeaky growls!"

"But I'm warm!" the little hatchling complained. "My fur feels strange and my paws tickle. I'm sick, daddy."

"No, my sweet, innocent daughter. This isn't a sickness. What you are experiencing is perfectly normal. Every hatchling goes through this stage at some point in their lives."

"What stage, daddy? What stage?"

"Adulthood."

Kira reigned in her restlessness once her father started explaining everything he promised. And by all the Winds and their SkyFather, he had a lot to say. He talked about males, then females, then went through every detail regarding the ways they were built. Kira learned father's male thing was called many names. The two-legged races had many variations, yet many agreed on cock, like the crying birds that announced the coming of morning. Dragons were smoother. They named their protrusion member, breeding rod, pole, or other silly combinations. Kira squeaked with laughter once her father started listing all the different names for something so painstakingly simple.

He went over a female's gender after that. Kira preferred to refer her little hole as a slit. That's what it looked like, felt like, smelled like. Father had a lot to say about scents. The mysterious scent she smelled on her father's genitalia was meant to attract the opposite gender. No wonder Kira became so infatuated by it. She still felt so warm underneath her fur, and so wet between her legs.

Father refused to clean her there, so she did it all by herself, knowing full well he was still hiding something from her. Only when Kira finished grooming Father started talking about the last and most interesting topic. It was something called mating, and apparently every dragon enjoyed it very much. With her front paws wrapped around one of her father's, and her little tongue sliding along his hard scales, Kira listened to the true story on how hatchlings came to be. It all began with heat, a simple word for a simple way to describe a female going through the peak of her fertility. Every year, during spring and autumn, females were struck by what Kira previously labeled as a sickness. She wasn't very far from the truth. Racing heart, restlessness, and an intense crave to seek out a partner felt exactly like a sickness to her, until father explained the reason why females felt that way

It all started with Instincts. The basic forces that assisted Kira during her hunts, pointed out the best currents to soar upon, or kept her alert for danger were also to blame for that terrible affliction. Father said they were an unstoppable force. Kira vehemently disagreed. She valued control a lot. She never imagined she would just fly out of her cave to chase a random male just because instincts said so.

Yet that was possible, all because of that simple thing called heat. The catalyst of the mating season, and the reason why hatchlings were brought into the world. There was no fighting atop the highest mountain. No NorthWind or SouthWind or mysterious forces. The SkyFather himself had nothing to do with it. Kira had her doubts about the story, but she wasn't fully prepared when she found out how hatchlings were really conceived.

"Again," she said.

"I went over it two times."

"I still don't understand," Kira perked her little head to stare at her father. "Please say again. Please daddy!"

"You're being silly. How is a third time going to help if your mind was elsewhere?"

Kira rolled on her side, pawing at Father's pestering snout. Her pads pushed around his nostrils and sometimes sunk inside them, rewarding Kira with sticky mucus and warm licks afterwards. As her ticklish pads were cleaned, she took advantage of her father's distraction to explain her plea once again.

"The male puts his member inside the female, yes?"

"Quite so, my Shard of Sun."

"Then he starts to do that thing called thrusting?"

"Yes, something like this."

Father ran his head up and down along her paw to demonstrate. Kira found it just infuriatingly ticklish. She squeaked and kicked, until her father allowed her enough of a break to speak.

"And after the male puts it in he makes his sticky?"

Father drew his head back. "He comes, yes. That is the ending, or the climax, of a mating between dragons."

Kira tilted her head, frowning in confusion. She remembered that stupid word. "You said he eja...ejaca...evacuates, or something."

The male growled with amusement. "Ejaculation, and yes, it is the same thing. We call it coming because it describes what happens perfectly. The male -or the female in your case- climb along the edge of a very tall mountain, and when they reach the peak, they come."

"I still don't understand," Kira flapped her wings. "Try again."

She got a furious belly rub for being so hard headed.

"You fly somewhere with a purpose in mind. Then, you arrive at your destination. How do you feel?"

"Good?" Kira tried, her big eyes glimmering with uncertainty.

"Yes. Fulfilled. Accomplished. You feel all of those, along with a deep sense of satisfaction. Coming is exactly like that. The male and the female love each other so much that they arrive at their own culmination together. That's called the climax, when both the female and the male spill themselves."

"You mean pee!" Kira squeaked.

"It's similar, but not quite so. A male's seed is white and sticky. It's quite impossible to mistake it for anything else."

Kira froze. "It's like..." she buried her head under her wing, suddenly ashamed of what she was going to say.

Father gently invaded her sanctuary. He licked her wing with slow, careful strokes, until Kira felt too warm to remain stuck inside. She lifted her wing, receiving a round of loving licks around her head.

"You can tell me. I will love you until the world will end. Nothing is going to change that, especially not a little secret."

"I love you too, daddy," Kira poked her snout against his and started nuzzling all around his lips.

He started purring with delight. He licked her along her neck, then across her belly, erasing the tension bit by bit.

"Tell me now, sweet Kira. Tell your father what ails you."

Kira reluctantly turned her head to the side to avoid looking into her father's eyes. "Brother made his sticky when you were away. He was trembling after we licked mother. I don't know why, but his member was so big, daddy. Almost as big as my paws!"

"He got aroused. Happens to every male."

Kira squeaked uncertainly. "I don't think he knew what was happening. Lashan was so confused, and scared. Mother calmed him with licks, like you did. She licked his paws, then his legs, and then she..."

"She helped him come, didn't she?"

Kira closed her eyes in shame. "She took him in her mouth, daddy. Rolled her tongue around his member and took him very, very deep. Lashan came inside. He growled, roared, and clawed the air, filling mother with so much white sticky! She was dirty. They were both so dirty afterwards!"

"It's alright," Father said with his calm, soothing voice. "Seed is very precious to us males. We only waste it when we have no female of our own to mate. Your mother enjoyed tasting your brother's seed very much, just like he enjoyed spilling it."

"He was roaring so loud, daddy. I thought he was hurting, because he sounded a bit wounded."

"No. It's nothing like that," he started nuzzling under her jaw. "Coming feels very good to us. It's intense, sudden, and feels like nothing you ever experienced."

"Can I come too?" Kira hesitantly asked.

"Of course you can, my daughter. Every dragon, male or female, is receptive to stimulation once they reach a certain age."

Kira silently enjoyed the affectionate display. She didn't know if she was old enough to come. She wasn't prepared for anything that father said. Even remembering all those details made her head spin.

"Tell me what happens after the male comes inside the female," Kira said, hoping distraction would ease the rampage of thoughts flowing through her mind.

Father cocked his head. "Well, the couple spend a lot of time together. They never hunt alone, or sleep alone, or go anywhere without each other. They also mate many times before hatchlings come to be. After a week or two following their many matings, eggs start developing inside the female, each carrying a precious hatchling inside its shell."

Kira grimaced at that. "That is so weird. Me and brother grew inside mother?"

The golden dragon dipped his head in acknowledgement. "You were sleeping inside your eggs, like every hatchling. After two seasons, or six months, the female lays the eggs, and after another month the hatchlings break through the shell to hatch."

"So you made us... your seed entered mother, and it grew into us..."

"You described what a parent is rather well for such a tiny little thing."

"Y-yes...I think I did..." Kira half-heartedly pawed at his approaching head. He might have found this rather funny, but for her it was extremely weird to know a different form of pee created her. That was difficult knowledge for any hatchling. Kira simply enjoyed her father's affection, not thinking about anything in particular. She just focused on his tongue, sliding along her belly, so close to her soaked gender.

An idea suddenly sprang into her mind. What if she asked Father to make her cum? After all, he knew everything there was to know about how this mating thing worked. Kira turned her head around, eager to lick his snout.

Only to see the ruddy form of his member instead. It was still out and about, slapping against his belly with hard slaps before it unceremoniously dropped onto the wet ground. Kira hesitated. She wanted to cum quite a lot, but more than that, she was eager to see a male spew out his seed. Lashan had so much inside him. Kira could only wonder how much fluid her father's huge member sheltered inside its form.

Curiosity consumed her. Kira surged towards the plump organ, and in the span of a heartbeat, she placed her soft padded paws right onto the barbed edge. The tiny barbs sunk between her toes, allowing Kira an excellent grip for the upcoming storm of licks she launched at her father's member. First, she stuck her tongue right inside his little hole, shoving as deep as her length could manage. The organ surged with heated strength. A long, moaning growl rippled from Father's throat. Kira felt the vibrations pouring along her side, but she chose to ignore them in favor of the bountiful fluid that rushed out of his tip. He gushed relentlessly, spurting wave after wave of clear, sweet, sticky precum right inside her greedy little muzzle.

Kira licked, and slurped, and swallowed. Her eyes were closed, her tongue a lashing storm of relentless lust that pushed in and out of that trembling little hole. After a few heavy gulps, Kira could no longer keep up with Father's intense release. She allowed her neck to take the brunt of the blows, feeling the hot sticky fluid seep inside her fur while she licked around his soft, bare head. It was so warm, so tense, so tasty! Kira rounded it fast.

And her father grew increasingly desperate. His wing slapped her constantly, and his tail lashed from side to side every time he throbbed. Kira knew she had a limited time to taste what she wanted, so she made sure to cover the whole head. Her tongue slid quickly along the flesh while her paws kneaded into the hard edges. The intense heat emboldened her. Thoughts became cloudy, and her legs felt weaker and weaker. Her fur felt so hot, yet the bothersome warmth was nowhere near as annoying as the wet patch spreading between her legs. That strange, pee-like sensation rammed into her slit with untamed strengths. Something was weird was happening there, but she couldn't turn away now.

She wanted to make her father come. More than anything, she wanted to taste the sweet seed that gave birth to her and Lashan. So she licked. She lapped hard and fast, around every edge, across every protrusion, then around the edges of that little hole that spurted so much hot, sticky fluid.

Kira suddenly had an idea. She opened her maw wide, allowing her tongue to lay limp for a moment. Then, she slid around his head, circling like a snake embracing his prey. Like mother, she tried to wrap her tongue around Father and take him inside. But he was too big. Far too big, and frighteningly hard. Kira pulled back. Sharp teeth were a real menace for something so sensitive, but how could she release his seed if she was unable to shield him?

The next spurt gave her a decent idea. Kira shoved her snout into the member, then plunged her tongue as deep as she could through his hole. Father growled and tensed so hard, yet her paws offered enough leverage to keep his red beast in check. Kira opened her mouth so much her jaws hurt, then slid towards his member. Violent gushes of precum rammed against her tongue. Kira tried to keep it inside. She almost managed to take Father past her fangs before a loud roar deafened her ears.

Kira blinked, and in that moment, she found herself shoved backwards so hard she skidded and rolled along the ground. The impact was an earthquake to her senses. She blinked hard and fast. What happened? Why? How?

Her senses tried to register the sudden shift that took place. Kira was still in the cave, on her side, hurting from several places at the same time. None of that pain was worse than Father's moaning cries. Kira thought she hurt him. She thought the strange splashes that spilled onto the stone were blood. But when she lifted her wing out of the way, she noticed the straight jets of cloudy fluid smacking into the stone. That wasn't blood. It was...seed. Or rather, something that looked akin to it. It wasn't as thick as brother's, nor did it have the same snowy color to it, but it definitely wasn't pee or precum.

Maybe father did come. His seed probably looked different. It certainly fit him, a scaled dragon with features none of his family shared.

Kira crawled closer. Sharp scents wafted through the air, swallowed eagerly by her hungry nostrils. So sweet. So strong. So tasty! It just smelled so good! She licked her snout once, craving for the taste of such an alluring release.

"D-don't," Father turned towards her.

He was shivering. His whole body trembled, from the tip of his tail to the clattering tips of his fangs.

"Daddy...you came..." Kira said, then winced as she pushed herself closer.

Father shook his head, then slammed a fore paw into the ground. "I'm so stupid. I was close...too close. I should have...should've come instead of shoving you away. Are you hurt?"

"Only a bit," Kira said.

"Come here. Come here fast."

She managed to cover the rest of the distance with stumbling steps. Father's tongue came down upon her as soon as his fore paw scooped her to his chest. Kira loosened her muscles, surrendering herself to the warm embrace of her father's tongue. He licked everywhere, apart from the soaked slit that needed so much tending.

"So warm...I feel so warm, daddy..."

"Where do you ache, my daughter? Tell me where it hurts."

Kira pushed her snout under a lifted hind leg. Father licked her paw, thinking that was the source of her distress, but she poked his snout until his eyes fell upon her female problem.

"Oh, there?" he sniffed once. "You're fine. I can't smell any-"

"It's not a wound, daddy. It's this need. This heat you talked about. I think...I think I've fallen sick with it," Kira rolled on her back, spreading her legs to the sides, inviting her father to take a closer look.

He didn't. The stubborn male turned upon her neck to clean the patches of slime he previously unloaded.

"Please, daddy. I'm feeling strange. Your seed...I ate your seed, and it makes my head feel so light and strange."

"Meat. It's because of the stag's meat, daughter. Relax. Try to rest for a bit."

Kira didn't want to rest. She wanted to make her father come, and-

"Did you come, daddy?" she asked sharply.

"N-no. Why are you asking that?"

"You said you were so close, and I saw," Kira licked his snout, staring into his cerulean eyes. "I saw how your sticky came out."

And it was still there, right under her nose.

Kira closed her eyes, pretending to relax, when instead she just waited for her father to fall for her tricks. As soon as his tongue came out, she clutched around his head, pushed herself up, and dove head-first straight into the sticky puddle spreading under his side.

It was still warm, with such soft texture and a delicious smell. Kira rubbed her chin inside the puddle. Then, her jaws parted. Her tongue was coated in a thick layer of slime as soon as she swiped it along the fluid drenched stone. Kira tasted it. She was right. This liquid was slightly less sweet and a lot more stubborn to swallow.

"Kira, don't!"

It was too late. Her muzzle already dribbled with heavy amounts of potent, intoxicating essence. Her head might have felt light a few moments ago, but now every one of her thoughts seemed so far out of reach. Kira tried to focus on her father's caressing tongue. She tried to lick him, tell him she was fine, but when she opened her maw, all that came out was a long, drawn out, yowling groan that never escaped her throat before.

"Oh, my poor, sweet daughter. You really jumped over the edge this time."

Kira's eyelids fell over her emerald eyes. She felt so weak all of a sudden, powerless to do anything. The itch around her slit transformed into a continuous stream of heated tingles, washing over her every time her body shuddered. Everything seemed to move without her consent. Her paws that grabbed at father's head, her tail that tried to coil around her neck, and lastly, her slit that squelched with the spasming rushes that took hold of her walls.

"You'll be fine. I'll take care of you," Father licked on and on around and inside her maw. "In a moment or two you will be able to focus once again. Breathe. Just breathe, and focus on my voice."

Kira didn't want his tongue there. She felt in heat. In need. She wanted nothing more than another taste of that delicious fluid.

Or her father's tongue upon her soaked slit.

"D-daddy..." she squeaked softly.

"Yes, my light. I'm here."

"I want..." Kira winced, lifting a paw towards him, sliding so slowly along the side of his head.

"Anything for you, my dearest. I'll do everything you need."

"I want to come..."

"Oh no. Not now, my love. You're too young to come."

But her need wasn't. It was strong, and bright, clawing her from the inside. Kira tried to push his head down towards her exposed slit, but he was so big, so strong, and she was so weak...

"Daddy, please. You said...you said anything."

The male pulled back. His tongue retreated inside his mouth, and he stared her with his beautiful, sky-colored eyes.

"It tingles. Itches. The heat is so strong..."

"It's not heat, Kira. Just the temporary crave I told you about. You brought me too close over the edge. A bit of my seed leaked out, and your senses blazed once you tasted it. It will pass in a bit."

"No, please," Kira pawed at him. "I want to come, like brother. Please make me come!"

"I...I can't. I love you very much, and there isn't anything I would refuse you, but..."

Kira nipped at him. She licked, nuzzled, and bit around his snout, becoming increasingly desperate as the need made a mess between her legs.

She was pushed onto her back, held fast by his indomitable head. No matter how hard she tried, Kira couldn't hope to push all that weight off her belly from this precarious position.

"Daddy, you promised. You said anything!"

When attacks failed, Kira resorted to love. She lapped at his snout with the same ferocity she used to treat his member. The big male still remained impassive though, staring at her with the same determined gaze.

"I want this, daddy. I need it. Please..." Kira dropped back with a wince once her energy depleted. "Please take this heat away..."

A warm gust of air rolled along her neck. Father took his head off her. Kira watched him as he got onto his fours. His member was still out, slapping against his glistening belly hard and fast. His lips trembled whenever that happened, but the male showed no signs of discomfort when he settled once again on his belly. His fore paws came around each of Kira's sides, making the little hatchling squeak with glee. He wasn't leaving. Her daddy remained here, for her, only for her.

"You're right. Young or not, you are my daughter, and no matter how hard I've tried, I cannot go against my instincts. You are part of me, and even if your mother might disagree with my choice, I shall fulfill your request."

"Daddy..." Kira embraced his head with her front paws, then kissed him sweetly right between his big, flaring nostrils. "I...I love you."

"I love you too. I will make you come, my dearest. I will make you come."

Bathed in his warmth and caressed with utmost gentleness, Kira felt nothing but love for her father. She held him in her embrace for as long as he wanted, then allowed him to inspect her belly. He went over each of her paws, licking them, knowing how much she enjoyed having her paws treated before he stopped above her slit.

Kira's tail swished with eagerness. She had no idea what to expect, only that her father's caring tongue was about to do to her what Mother did to Lashan. Kira shivered when she remember his wild, restless cries. Lashan erupted so hard. She wondered if her own slit would unleash so much sticky inside father's maw when she came.

"Daddy?"

The dragon puffed a gust of warmth upon her slit. Kira's paws curled towards him, just hard enough to reveal the tips of her claws. He didn't seem perturbed by her reaction in the slightest. His nostrils flared wide with each breath, thinning only when he paused.

"Why...why are you waiting?"

"I'm taking in your scent, little Kira."

"But you know how I smell."

"Of course I do. I spent quite a bit of time trapped inside this fluff," the male playfully licked her flanks, making the hatchling squirm and kick with all her paws.

"It tickles! Stop. Please stop!"

The male did stop, only when he accidentally swiped his nose over her damp slit. His lips pulled up, exposing rows of sharp teeth. The male definitely liked that, judging by his heightened breath and his low, rumbling purr.

Kira saw him do that before. He always snarled, hissed, or bared his fangs when he favored a certain scent.

"Do I smell sweet, like you?" Kira spread her legs. "Lick. Taste me. See if I'm sweet too!"

Father licked his nose, putting an end to his growly delight. "It's...you're...grawr. I want to say you grew beautifully, Kira. I know I was by your side each day. I just...I just haven't realized how quickly the time passed."

"What's that supposed to mean?" the little hatchling blinked in confusion.

"I'll show you shortly."

She expected him to talk or sniff, like he did before, but instead he allowed his tongue to droop onto her slit. Kira flinched. It was hot, wet, and heavier than she expected. Father ran his tip along the entirety of her gender, then followed back with a slower motion. It itched a little at first, and tickled, but after a few lengthy licks Kira's muscles started to loosen up. Father kept licking more carefully. He seemed reluctant to venture along the center of her crevice after his first few trips. He preferred the edges, cleaning her fur with neat strokes until a careless lick caused his tip to slip between her folds.

Hot, tingling warmth made Kira's wings flare all-out. She yelped with shock, slamming her walls against each other, grabbing and sucking Father's tongue in. The male immediately pulled his tongue back, and as soon as he did that, Kira winced yet again. Her muscles tensed so hard, so suddenly. Without her accord, a gush of clear fluid spurted forth from her little slit, staining Father's chin.

"Huff...grruuuufff...mrrrff..." Kira panted in the aftermath of that strange spike of unknown pleasure. "What...what happened? Did I...did I come?"

"No," the male cleaned his chin "You just squirted a little, thanks to my clumsiness."

"I...what?"

He scooped up the rest of the fluid and swallowed it. "That's lubrication, and it helps your future mate slide inside your slit without hurting you. You're not quite ready to mate yet, but you matured quite enough to feel the pleasure that comes along with mating."

"So I came?" Kira asked, still confused. "You didn't push inside. I felt a bit of pressure, but...daddy, I'm not empty there!"

The male growled with amusement. "It's easier to show than explain. Lay down, try to relax, and tell me what you feel when I lick you, alright?"

Kira nodded eagerly. She wanted to feel that delightful wave once more. Her tail trembled behind her flexing paws. She was so eager to come. Almost as eager as she was when she first tasted her father's member.

Kira slowly relaxed. Then, when father pushed his nose into her belly and blew his warm air through her fur, Kira stiffened. Like before, he slid alongside her rift, slowly at first, then slightly quicker. Kira felt a bit of stimulation rippling inside her, but nowhere as much as she felt when father's tongue spread her walls apart the first time. She was about to tell him to push it inside when that bold, muscular tongue entered her secret passage.

Kira hurled her wings out and grabbed at the air with outstretched claws.

"Warr...warrrrmmm..." she shuddered as waves of the same blissful pleasure erupted from the depths of her slit. Her muscles contracted strong and fast around Father while he continued to slide forth along her slit.

Kira whimpered with need. It felt good. So good. Better than anything she ever experienced. Her untouched flesh was never exposed to such intense stimulation. Her father's muscular tongue slid so nicely along her dripping flesh, massaging her clamping walls in ways Kira never thought possible.

"It's good, daddy. Feels so...feels so good..." she yelped out between frantic breaths. "Whyyyyy? It's so...so...yowrrrrr!"

That last lick was too quick. Kira's muscles slapped with a wet squelching sound, bringing forth two repeated squirts of heated fluid. The male slurped them like a ravenous beast, then cleaned her sex with two quick swipes before pulling back to pant just like his daughter.

"How...how was it?"

"Too good. So intense. I never thought...never thought of licking myself that way..." Kira admitted. She had no secrets now, when her gender lay bare before her father's eyes. She didn't know why he panted so greedily. Was her scent heating his blood as well?"

"Are you hot too, daddy?"

"Quite so," the male swiped his fangs clean. "You taste just like your mother, and well...she's in heat. I can't help my instincts for making the obvious connection."

"You want to mate..." Kira looked at his malehood. Still hard. Still throbbing. Still dripping with ridiculous amounts of cloudy essence.

"Maybe I will, but right now I have a promise to fulfill. Are you ready for the next lesson?"

"Didn't I come?"

"Not at all," Father cleaned her fluid off the edges, much to his daughter's delight. "You just got very wet, which is a good sign. Your belly will soon be ready to produce healthy, beautiful hatchlings."

She turned her head away at that. Making eggs inside from a male's seed still seemed very weird to her. Where did they grow? How did she push them out? Kira's heart raced just from the mere thought of such a bizarre scenario.

"I should still my tongue. Or rather, put it to good use," he lapped her slit two more times. "Ready? I'm going to slowly push inside this time. The more you relax, the better it will feel."

Kira gulped down whatever apprehension she still held within and counted the thumping beats of her heart. Fathered entered her after five of them. His tip slid between her walls, stretching them with that hot sensation Kira learned to love. He didn't stop there. Despite the hatchling's whimpering protests, his tongue pushed forth, surprising and terrifying Kira at the same time. He was too big. Too thick. Too long.

Kira shuddered around his girth. She tried to grab him, hold him in place, prevent his tongue from penetrating her too far.

Nothing worked. Hot panic rushed through her when she realized she couldn't stop him. Not with her weak, useless muscles. She shivered so quickly that control seemed permanently removed from her grasp.

And Father kept sliding deeper, his tongue brushing along her inner flesh, sending infuriatingly strong surges along her delicate lining. Kira wanted to roar out her warning, and instead a long, whining growl escaped her parted maw. Kira's paws shivered, her wings beat weakly, her tail swished and slapped. It was as if she lost control over her whole body in the throes of the immense pleasure that flooded her body. Only the heat remained, that indomitable, unyielding, delightful tingle that made her heart beat faster.

The stretching stopped. Her Father remained lodged inside her, deeper than Kira ever expected him to reach. She thought she was safe from his tongue. That the continuous stream of liquid heat brought forth by her shivering muscles was the ultimate height of her pleasure.

She was wrong. Father's tip wriggled wildly, stimulating parts of her that she never thought they existed. A seething inferno burst from the depths of her tunnel, causing her muscles to contract at the same time. Breath stuck in her throat, choking a yowl that failed to emerge. For six pounding heartbeats, Kira thought she was going to die. Stars speckled her vision. Her chest felt unreasonably tight. Control was but a distant memory.

Then, her father pulled out, allowing all that gathering pressure to spurt forth in the form of a single, powerful squirt. Kira's breath finally returned to her in a crying display of utter desperation. Her wings slammed into the ground, then slapped the air, making a real mess from the stream that oozed out from her overly stimulated hole.

With her pressure relieved, Kira's wings fell back, limp as the rest of her body.

"That was unexpected," Father said between his slurping licks. "I imagined you'd enjoy your first penetration, but it seems you enjoyed it a bit too much."

"Did I..." Kira perked her head up enough to see his tongue rolling along her messy belly. "Did I come?"

"Almost. That squirt you just unleashed was the female response to the cloudy gushes I let loose there on the ground," he lifted a wing to reveal the damp patch along with his monstrous member. "Feels a bit like a climax, but it's not quite there. Not entirely."

"Make me come. Please...this heat lingered in my belly too long. I feel so weak...It drains me, daddy. I want to-"

"To come, yes," he gave a fond lick over her snout, allowing Kira to taste her own sweetness for a bit. "I will make you come in a moment, but you have to promise to relax. It's going to feel very weird the first time."

"I'll try," Kira settled on her back, legs spread, her slit trembling with the eagerness to be invaded once more.

"I will lick you both ways this time. First I will allow you to get used to my touch, then I will advance deeper. You cannot come just by having a tongue or a member inside you, so I will be poking my tongue in and out, just like a male does when he mates a female."

"Do it, daddy. Lick me however you wish."

Kira braced herself for his tongue. He started out quite innocently, with tender strokes along her rift. After five licks, he pushed between her walls, just enough to spread her apart. Kira focused on his breath. It was steady, calm, predictable unlike his rolling tongue. If she focused too hard on that, she would harden around him, and that led to that terrible loss of control. She was afraid of it, more than she was of that fiery beast that clawed its way out of her.

Kira did well during his first licks. She handled herself, watching her dear father lap away at her little slit. He was beautiful. Kira always admired his scales, and his eyes, the ways his horns curved and how big his wings were. She also liked his gentle nature. Males were fabled for being vicious fighters and fierce protectors of their families, but Father was nothing like that. He was more like Mother, always eager to please his family in every way he could.

It was a strange twist of fate how that particular trait of his led to such an intimate licking session. Kira started to love his tongue. The way it spread her apart made her belly tingle with gentle warmth, and her paws twitch with eagerness. The way it pushed into her special little tunnel made her muscles tense and her breath stop for just a little before resuming its normal course.

But more importantly, his licking made Kira feel alive. Her senses flared brighter than they ever did. She felt every little jolt made by her slit, smelled every scent wafting upon the heavy air, and heard the vivid splashes made by his sticky tongue. If this was how mating felt like, Kira already fell in love with it.

She soared upon the gentle tides of this mysterious pleasure until her father pushed a bit deeper. Her slit contracted around him. No problem. Kira learned how to handle herself.

But instead of retreating, he pushed even further, tickling her need to grip even more. She curled her toes instead, and when that failed, she latched her jaws around one of her front paws.

Her tricks failed. Father's increasingly thick tongue gripped her attention far more effectively than her pitiful pain. Kira pressed harder around her paw. Stinging jolts clashed with the restless waves churning inside her. For a moment, she remained in a tie, her attention split both ways enough to keep her slit from collapsing around the invading tongue.

Her Father spread her apart even more. Kira sealed her eyes shut. She muffled her whimper, trying to cling onto her faltering strength. His big, muscular tongue applied so much pressure on her flesh, and its slightly rough texture felt infuriatingly good on oversensitive walls that were most eager to receive it.

When everything threatened to crumble, Kira held her breath. She heard the pounding of her heart, her father's erratic breaths...

...and the wet, splashing sound made by her overflowing slit. The thought of having her caring father lodged so deep inside her innermost sanctuary turned her thoughts towards that unbearably good feeling she experienced earlier, and in the span of a heartbeat, Kira's resilience shattered.

She gave a long, yowling cry and clenched as hard as she could. Father whipped himself out of her walls, lashing her with mind numbing pleasure. For a few seconds, Kira blinked her emerald eyes, wondering if what she felt was real.

Then, his tongue returned, spearing through her slit faster and harder than she ever expected. Kira's pussy erupted with hot streams of fresh arousal, but that didn't tempt the eager male. He remained inside her, filling her with that incredible feeling of fulfillment before he pulled out once more.

Kira whined when she saw him licking her out with such passion. He was literally feasting on her, nose pushed between her walls, tongue lapping the juice from her folds, maw gulping down her sweetness again and again and again.

"D-daaaddyyyy!" she cried out in sheer bliss before he entered her yet again. She wanted to tell him that her love for him burned as hot as her insides. She forced her trembling maw to speak of how much she admired him. More than anything else, she wanted her father to know she was about to come because of who he was, not just his skilled tongue.

But she couldn't. She whined and cried out just like her brother did when he reached the peak of his pleasure. Father was deep inside her right now. So deep that her slit barely had any room to wriggle. He almost touched the source of her heat. Just a bit deeper, and his tip would be able to scratch that infuriatingly hot itch.

He started wriggling inside her. Like a restless beast, his tongue stirred the unwanted kind of attention. Muscles that remained hidden from contact were stimulated for the first time. Places that Kira never acknowledged now flared to life. Within moments, the heat inside her tunnel became so unbearable she had to hold her breath to contain it.

Father kept scratching her innermost spot. It was a mistake. Kira couldn't handle all that heat. She wanted to scream as loud as she could, to tell him to stop and pull out, but her jaws were too firmly wrapped around her paw, and the pleasure grew too intense to control.

Kira's body jerked up. It was coming. Something frighteningly intense was clawing its way through her tunnel, and she had no chance at stopping it. Tears fell from her eyes when the weight of that unbearable pressure burst forth from its shackles. It rushed along her overly stretched tunnel, filling Kira with more pleasure than she could ever handle.

Then, in one thin squirt, it burst through the narrow spaces formed by her trembling walls, spraying Father's neck with liquid heat.

Kira's whole body contracted with restless might. She thought that was it, that she finally came, but the peak of her pleasure had yet to come. The first squirt just paved the way for the immense pressure that welled within the depths of her tunnel. Father flared it to life. He licked, and poked, and tickled until the monster grew out of control. Like a raging beast, it attacked the paw that fed it. Kira grabbed onto her father with orgasmic might to stop that frightening pressure from bursting forth, but her father, her dear, caring father pushed his tongue out just when she needed him most.

The rampant beast rushed forth. Kira curled around herself as tightly as she could manage, then let loose a cry as strong as the first gush that left her thundering walls. Thick fluid splashed onto the stone, its squirt lost in the feral cry that tore the female's throat apart. Kira pushed it out. She forced herself to contract as tightly as possible in order to evacuate the brunt of her burning pleasure. It tore through her silky depths, setting fire to her muscles, forcing them to work extra hard to pump out spurt after spurt of clear, slimy arousal.

Father licked her during her greatest ordeal. His soothing tongue poked into her hole to slurp the excess fluid, but it hardly calmed down the raging inferno burning from within. Kira did her best to let it loose, but she felt so tense, so weak, so helpless before the might of such wild and intense pleasure. Each spurt was like a flaming whip that lashed her not with the terrible bite of agony, but the brand of the most exotic and intense feeling she ever knew in her life.

It felt so good to push out her burden. Father was right. This felt better than eating meat, or hunting, or playing. For several intense gushes, Kira was wracked apart by a special kind of bliss. She fed her father, and in return, her father fed from her. It all seemed to end well, until the trickles lessened. Kira tried to force her muscles to relax, yet her mind was as weak as her thoughts, having no effect on the might of her instincts that cried out for more.

Her walls started stinging from the continued contractions, and her breath became shallow. The ground became wobbly and weird, and strange dashes of colors filled her eyes, no matter how many times she blinked.

Kira panicked. She thought this was how she was going to meet her end, soaring over the highest peak of her pleasure.

Then, just when darkness threatened to claim her, Father's tongue stretched her folds apart. The spasms slowly lessened. Air returned its normal flow, energizing her aching chest. Kira took deep, measured breath, and soon vitality returned to her half-numb limbs. The golden female tried to get up, but her Father was immediately at her side. He placed a protective wing over her spent body, covering the hefty amounts of fluid under his flared membrane. Then, he scooped his precious daughter close to his side. Once he settled her comfortably, he started licking her from snout to tail.

Kira loved his tongue on the outside as much as she loved it inside. She poked her own out, dabbing at his warm scales while he cleaned her fur of all the essence.

"So, how did your first climax feel?" he asked happily once he placed his head just in front of his daughter.

"I thought I was going to faint," Kira said softly. "It felt so intense, so consuming. I lost control of everything, daddy. I couldn't even breathe!"

The male found that particularly amusing, much to her distaste. She tried avoiding his pesky tongue by sheltering under her wing, but father found her even there, and reminded her of her memorable climax with a fond lick over her damp slit.

"The first time is always strange. I felt like you did when I first released my seed. Weak, powerless, unable to-"

"How did you do it?" Kira interrupted.

"I started licking myself."

"Just that? I licked myself a lot of times, and it just tickled," Kira said.

"That's because you didn't know where to lick!" Father poked his tongue through her walls and wriggled it to prove his point.

Kira's breath hitched for a moment, and her father rumbled with delight.

"See? You never reached deep enough. A female's entrance is like my own slit, more resilient and less sensitive to protect what's inside. A dragon who cannot mate does have a very lonely path ahead of him."

"Your first. Tell me more about your first time!"

Father dropped his head under her hind leg, keeping her slit exposed to flick his tongue over it once in a while. "It happened when I was about your age. Males do not get wet like females do. We simply grow. I'm scaly so my member is better protected than your brother's, but his sheath is a bit more obvious to distinguish."

"Sheath?" Kira asked.

"That little furred shelter you saw between his legs."

"Oh, the sack. I've poked it a few times!"

Father hissed softly. "That might've been unpleasant to your brother."

"Why?" Kira cocked her head. "Did I hurt him, daddy?"

"No, no. He's resilient, like me. We males are a tough breed. But anyway, we grow when we are aroused, or excited."

"Like Lashan when I lick his paws!" Kira said eagerly.

"Yes, like him. When that happens, our members become very sensitive. You noticed that when I pushed you away."

"There was so much sticky flowing out...so much..." the little female licked along her father's cheek while he cleaned the slime from her still oozing slit.

"You brought me very close to the edge, Kira. A few more licks and I would have covered you with my essence..."

She licked her snout, most eager to taste his seed. It undoubtedly tasted even more delicious than his sweet sticky.

"The first time, daddy. Tell me!"

"I will, once you stop asking so many questions!"

Kira placed her chin on a paw and stared at him.

"Good. I can talk freely without your pestering tongue distracting me. As I was saying, I was young and eager to explore myself. I licked my member many times, and I noticed how good it feels when I do it constantly. I was afraid of continuing it because the pleasure I felt was too strange, too scary. But one day, when my mother returned from a hunt, she found me hard and eager. She trapped me in my own nest and got me onto my back, like I got you."

"What happened then?" Kira asked, unable to contain her excitement.

"She took me, in her own maw. I was very ashamed at first, and a bit disgusted, but her tongue wrapped around me so quickly I couldn't do anything. And it felt so good," Father poked his tongue through her walls, making his little daughter wince with delight.

"I never enjoyed heat and saliva as much as I did until then, when she took my whole member inside her mouth. I fought off the pleasure as hard as I could, but her tongue kept pulling me in, and her saliva washed over me like a heated tide of pure pleasure..."

The male growled softly, flapping his wings a few times. "I had no chance to fight back. My seed broke loose so quick and so hard that I almost choked my own mother. She drank it all, of course. Her big maw was no match for a little, overly aroused hatchling. And I looked while she did it, part ashamed, part scared, and completely satisfied by the thrill of spending myself."

"Mother drank brother's seed too. I think she liked it. She cleaned his member, his fur, even the ground."

"I can't blame her, or any other mother or father for that. We all love our hatchlings dearly. Tasting your first climax is as important as teaching you how to hunt or fly."

"Why?"

"Because it's a sign our offspring are maturing into worthy dragons we can be proud of. A healthy hatchling is the best gift any dragon can ask for, and like I've said, you too will be proud of your own little ones when the time comes."

Again that talk of hatchlings. He was rather insistent. Or maybe he just wanted to mate very much. Father remained hard for so long. Kira nuzzled her parent, lulling him into a false sense of comfort. She disliked playing her tricks on him, but he needed help. Between her licks and the copious amounts of fluid he consumed from her climax, Father must have been desperate to spill his seed.

And Kira wanted to help him. He gave her pleasure, so it was only fair she aided him in return. She waited until he became properly distracted with his grooming, then sprang towards his member. Unlike the last time, she was quick enough to reach it. Too bad his tail stood at ready. Kira found herself shoved back by the blunt part of the tip, rolling along the ground until she fell back into her father's embrace.

"You are a naughty hatchling."

"I'm not naughty. I'm good! I care about you, daddy!" Kira licked each of his fingers sweetly.

The big male wasn't bought that easily. His grip tightened, holding her firmly in place while his tongue tidied her wing feathers.

"I care about you too. Look how disheveled your wings look. If you stay put, I'll sort them out for you."

"I don't want that," Kira hissed stubbornly. Her daddy had a need too. How could he control himself so well? Kira felt worse with each passing moment, for his pungent scent entered her nostrils, and the splashing squirts coming from his member reminded her of how hard he was.

"What do you want then?" he asked. "I offered you pleasure, we talked more than we did in days, and your belly is quite full."

"I want to taste your seed," Kira said.

"Not a chance," the male growled.

"Why not? You tasted mine. It's unfair to be so selfish to me after I allowed you to eat my...my whatever that was."

He brought his head around to look her in the eyes. Kira couldn't bring to hate him. She slowly stretched her neck towards him, nuzzling his cheek with purring affection.

"Why not, daddy? You want to mate mother, don't you? You're saving your seed for her."

"You're too smart for your own good, my sweet, innocent daughter," his fingers relaxed, allowing Kira to roam free. "Go to her if you want. I won't keep you here for long."

She was tempted to do so. Lashan and mother were still curled in the far corner, probably having a talk of their own. Kira walked towards them. It only took her five steps to turn around and see what she left behind. Her father, her caring, beautiful father remained right there, adding his lust to the ever-growing pool stretching below his belly.

"Why don't you come with me, daddy?"

The answer was rather obvious, but she wanted to hear him say it.

"I can't. Not like this," the male bowed his head into the ground. "I don't want your brother to see me as one of those desperate males who can't even control their basic urges."

"But you can, daddy. You're strong! You can control this sickness!"

"Wrong on both accounts, dearest daughter. I can control your mother's heat like I can control the storms of the high skies. It's erratic, sudden, and wild. If I go anywhere near her, mating will be the only thing that remains in my mind."

"Then mate her. We won't mind."

He shook his head. "Not like that. Not in front of you."

"Why?" Kira asked. "Why are you so reluctant to do the things you taught me about?"

"It's hard, Kira. You're both so young, so...unprepared to witness something so raw. Mating isn't like the pleasure I offered you. It's...it's wild."

She slowly approached. "What do you mean, daddy?"

"We fight, Kira, and sometimes hurt each other. The blood you noticed on your mother's side last week wasn't from a wolf's teeth. I did it. I caused that when I lost control and grabbed her with my claws."

Kira's throat felt heavy. Daddy hurt her mommy? No. There was no way. No way he would do it willingly.

"But...you didn't...didn't mean to do it. I know you. You're kind, and good, and-"

"Different," the male ran his claws over his scaled chest. "I've been blessed to wear the armor of the StormFang dragons, but you, and mother, and Lashan...you're not like me, Kira. Your fur takes only a prod to get through, your wings are soft and frail, and even a nudge can unbalance your paws. I'm a lot more resilient than that. I try to adapt, but sometimes my instincts surpass my own rational thinking."

Kira couldn't hear any more of his words. She launched herself at him, leaping on his neck and holding herself there with all her might. She only lasted for a few seconds, but Father's warm growl was the best reward she could ask for. He pushed his snout into her belly, allowing himself to lick and be licked in return.

"I love you, daddy. You're part of us. No matter how different you are, we'll always love you."

Kira got a long, wet lick along her head. "I love you too, my sweetest Kira. I love you all more than you can ever imagine."

She basked in his sweet love for so long, she almost forgot about his male problem. Tiredness tugged at her eyelids. The same tiredness that brought the mighty dragon on his belly. Kira wasn't ready to sleep just yet. She slowly crawled away from under her father's neck, passing under his wing, slinking close along his side...

Until his growl froze her in her tracks.

"I know where you're going."

Kira turned around with a snarl plastered all over her face. "Then you know why I want to do it. We had a deal!"

"On my seed? I don't remember promising anything of that sort."

"It's...it's an unspoken deal," Kira pawed at his snout, then evaded his sneaking tongue by leaping to the side. "You tasted me, daddy. I have the right to taste you in return."

"Really? Says who?"

"Your daughter!" Kira bared her fangs.

"My loving daughter!" he rumbled with amusement. "Yes, forgot that little part, but you also forgot you're the little one here, so unless you plan to somehow subdue me, your deal is water trapped in stone."

"Grarrrh! Annoying," Kira grumbled as she paced around. "I can't taste you, I can't touch you, I can't even see it now when it's trapped under your belly. What can I do?"

"Sleep, right here under my wing."

Kira purposely moved away from his invitation. "I want to see what mating feels like."

"Really now? Your first climax must have been more impressive than I realized."

"It's not that," Kira said. "It felt good. You were good, with your tongue, but this is about..."

"Yes, my shining light?" the male flashed his pristine fangs at her. "What's it about? Enlighten your father with your exquisite knowledge."

"I want to see how a male feels inside, daddy," Kira ran to him to lick around his nose. "I can't ask Lashan. He'll think I'm weird. Can you do it? Please?"

"I...it's..."

"Please, daddy, please!" she started jumping on and all around his head. She knew Father's weaknesses better than her own. Her playfulness soon melted his icy heart, and Kira snuggled under his neck when he gave a long, drawn out sigh.

"I suppose that's fair. We did have a lengthy talk about mating, and I know your curiosity will outlast the SkyFather himself."

"So you'll put it inside me?" Kira's eyes widened with innocent glee.

"Yes," he growled at her when she became too loud. "But only for a moment, and only the tip. It would be very strange for the both of us if pleasure gets the best of you."

"I'll be strong for you, daddy," Kira teased him by lifting her tail right in front of his nose.

He sniffed her more carefully than she expected, making her little heart race with eagerness. Father was many things, but he was still a male at heart. If the scent of a female was as difficult to resist as he described, he undoubtedly would lick her again.

Kira was proven right when his warm tongue washed over her slit. She remained as still as she could be, allowing him to take whatever he wanted. She was slightly displeased when cleaning her was everything he sought. His tongue felt so good last time, but Kira reigned in her patience, for he knew she was going to get something even better.

"Roll on your back," Father said from behind.

"Can't you do it like this?" Kira swung her tail from side to side, enticing him to penetrate her from behind.

"It's easier if our bellies meet. I can also pull out quick enough to avoid an unpleasant accident."

Kira rolled on her back, as suggested, flapping her wings a few times to find a proper position for her joints. "What makes it unpleasant?"

He started licking her all over again as his paws carried him closer. "Well, to start with, your size is quite a bit smaller than mine. I'm not even sure if my member will fit inside, and in that case your curiosity will be short-lived."

"And if it does?" Kira taunted.

"I will slip inside and remain there for a couple of heartbeats, just enough for you to see how it feels. Then, I'll pull out."

"Why, daddy?" Kira tried to lick at his leg as it passed by her shoulder. "Why can't we mate?"

"You know why," he said promptly.

She really didn't, but such topic wasn't worth pursuing when his red monster hung just above her slit. Only now Kira realized how big it really was. She held a front paw up, noticing Father was almost as thick as her leg and almost twice longer. Hot drops of fluid fell upon her fur every time he throbbed, marking her with his pungent, delightful musk.

"What now?" Kira said, mesmerized by her father's gender. It stared back at her with that one dark eye she loved to lick.

"Relax, keep your paws down, and try not to kick anywhere near my member or my slit. Although my scales can withstand claws and fangs, those particular areas are extremely sensitive."

"I'll stay put," Kira crossed all of her limbs, making sure to keep all her claws protracted.

She watched with a mixture of eagerness and apprehension how his belly slowly descended upon her. Kira's breath hitched when his member touched her own belly. It was warm, and very moist, creating a damp patch around it almost immediately. Father started poking for her entrance, sliding over her lips, then around them, and even poking one of her paws.

"Closer south. Feel along the mess you made on my fur."

"I mated your mother. Believe me, I can find it with my eyes closed."

Kira was a bit skeptic. After all, he had a rather bad aim. She was about to lend a paw and guide him towards her slit when his head suddenly pressed between her walls.

Kira gasped in delight when that hot, hardened mass of flesh spread her apart. He slid inside her like water, brushing along her walls without any effort. And her slit was all too eager to embrace his girth The little female crossed her legs even further and gritted her teeth as her Father slid further inside her. He felt so big. So big, and so hard unlike the tongue that previously pierced her folds. She had no control over it. No control apart from the shudders that raced along her flesh when his barbed ridge sunk past her entrance. A spurt of heat dashed inside her tunnel, making the little female squirm on the ground.

"So hot...It's...daddy, you're...so big..."

"Grrraaarrrr..." his drawn out growl answered her in return.

Kira was slightly concerned about that. She could see his curved claws rake along the stone, his mighty legs shivering with subtle waves of rushing weakness.

"Daddy?"

"I'm...storms, this feels so good."

Kira was surprised when his snout poked the top of her head. He licked her so quickly, so passionately that Kira couldn't help but return the affection.

"Daddy, you're shivering," she said after the male paused to hiss, his fangs bared with effort.

"It's...nothing too bad. I can- yes I can stay inside a bit longer."

"Stay," Kira nuzzled him fiercely. "Don't pull out. Please mate me. I want to feel your seed burst inside me."

"You're so sweet, Kira. So sweet..." he said, then erupted with another abrupt hiss. "And too hot...I'll have to pull out. I can't-can't last for as much as I...groooowrrrrr."

Kira bit around his jaw, sending him into another growling frenzy. More than anything she wanted to feel his hot essence flowing through her. But daddy wanted to pull out. He wanted to fill his mate -Kira's mother- with all his love and essence. Kira was sorely tempted to just shove herself backwards and help her beloved father, but her slit craved for his member. He fit so well inside her. The ridges behind his head scratched her with perfect jolts of seething delight, and his numerous spurts lubricated her so much she gushed out a constant stream of heated slime.

No. Kira wasn't ready to part with him just yet. Instead of pushing herself out, she jerked up, causing his member to slide just a bit deeper inside.

Father's growl acquired the nuances of savageness, loud and terrifyingly strong. Kira too roared out her bliss. He was almost there. So close to her special place.

A heated spurt of fluid hit her right in her weak spot.

Kira snarled with desperation. Her instincts wrestled the control of her slit right from her grasp, causing her tunnel to shudder and quake.

"Kira..."

"D-daaaaaddyyyy!" Kira whined as the heat coalesced within the bottom of her slit.

"I'm...I'm..."

"What? Tell me!" he snarled so fiercely that drops of saliva latched onto her face.

Kira didn't mind that. Her verdant eyes glimmered with lust as she stared into her father's caring eyes.

"I'm coming..." she said, then turned her head towards the golden scales above and roared out her untamed bliss.

She heard her father growl and claw away at the stone while the climactic tremors raced along her slit with heated finality. Kira gushed her pleasure out in waves, each ramming long and hard along Father's member. With no proper way out, the heated fluid traveled along the narrow crevices formed by her trembling slit, further stimulating the sensitive ridges that spread it apart.

Father could barely hold himself together from that dose of intense stimulation that coated his entire cock into a film of hot, sticky essence. He wobbled on his feet, flapping his broad wings to maintain balance. That made his member rock inside Kira. He hit her walls, stretched and caressed her, prolonging her climax even more. The little hatchling panted, her tongue dry, her throat stinging from the many arid daggers that lodged themselves in the sensitive flesh. That felt bad.

But the intense relief that washed over her after her climax ended felt so fulfilling. Kira's muscles slowly relaxed from their reckless spasms, returning to their gentle throbs. She expected Father to calm himself after her sudden spasms.

But he was still growling, still scratching at the stone, still avoiding her eyes.

"Pull out..." Kira whimpered. "It feels so good, daddy, but...I don't want to make you upset."

"No, no. It's too late for that," the male buried his head onto her side and let loose a heavy sigh. "I'm too close. Your climax...it took away my....it took away...grrrrrhhh."

"What, daddy? What did it steal?"

He snorted once before he found the strength to face her. "I'll have to come inside you. No other way around that."

"Inside?" Kira's heart stuck in her chest. "Your seed...it's going to...inside me?"

Father's jaws trembled when he tried to speak. Kira nuzzled him. Licked him. Loved him.

But no amount of affection was going to stop his imminent release. She was slowly pushed aside so he could snap and grab at the air with his impressive fangs.

"Daddy..."

"It's coming. Grraaah...so hot. Almost forgot...how good it feels....mrrrhhh."

"Daddy, please tell me. Tell me what's going to happen."

"I'll come inside you, Kira," he dashed his dry tongue along her neck before snapping again at an invisible enemy. "Can't pull out now. I'm too-too big...going to...hurt you...if I...raaaahhh!"

"You're not. Pull away, please. I don't want your seed if you don't want to give it to me!"

"Your mother...no, not you, Kira. Not going to hurt you too," he said stubbornly.

Kira waited breathlessly as his growls picked up in the same manner as his spurts. He was squirting very fast now, filling her to the brim with his heated essence. Cloudy sticky overflowed from her slit, dribbling onto her restless tail.

"Listen, Kira...it's going to feel intense...more powerful than your first climax ever did. I...grrr, close. Too close!"

"Speak, daddy. Speak. Focus!"

He blinked hard, focusing his clear eyes on her. "I'll give eight, probably ten spurts, and you'll give around three."

"Three what?" she licked his trembling lips. "Please talk, daddy. Tell me. Don't leave me alone!'

"Three releases!" he hissed like a savage animal. "Three times. You're going to come...at least three times."

Three? In one go? Her heart thundered even faster in her chest. She felt so hot and weak, and he hasn't even started to spurt his seed yet. Faced with this unyielding truth, Kira was suddenly afraid of fulfilling her dream. Father was already so big. How much seed could he store inside her if he was already gushing out stream after stream of pelting essence?

"Graaaarrrr!" he roared out to the ceiling above before he smacked one strong paw into the ground. "Coming. So close now. So warm. So tight..."

"I'm ready," Kira said stubbornly. "I'll take it, daddy. I can do it, because I love you. Love you so much!"

"Love..." Father said, bumping his big snout against her smaller one before his eyelids fell over his eyes. His lips pulled up to lay his fangs bare. Shudders claimed his body, more intense than any Kira ever felt. She too closed her eyes, blocking out father's obliterating roar to focus on his bulging member. His flesh became stone inside her, bloating with a load reserved only for her.

Kira took a deep breath...

...and roared out her own climactic cry as a big, sticky, rolling amount of seed exploded within her belly. Her walls stretched more than they ever did before, filled to the brim by the rich seed unloaded inside her tunnel. Drops of sticky fluid sprayed out of Kira's slit, pelting the male's scaled belly and dribbling onto the ground while his member pumped more and more essence inside.

Kira reached her first peak as soon as her father broke loose. She never expected his seed to hit her so hard. It rammed inside her with the force of a hurricane, battering her overly sensitive spot with repeated waves of heated delight.

She could hardly handle such raw stimulation. Her stuffed tunnel did the best it could to evacuate the copious amount of male essence, yet the seed was too thick, and her own fluids too weak to completely push it out.

Father enjoyed her contractions though. Every time she embraced his member, his growl alternated pitches. The pleasure was too intense for his throat too handle. It was too much for any of his limbs to bear. His trembling wings drooped low to the ground, trying to support the dragon's faltering weight. Kira wanted to do something to support him, but her own paws were firmly locked within another. She had as little control over her body as she had over daddy's seed. It washed inside in thick, relentless waves, with no regards of how weak she truly felt and how stuffed her slit found itself.

Kira was about to roll into her third release when her father stumbled on his legs. His cock slid deeper through her cavernous depths, filling her with more meat and seed than she thought possible. Kira yowled out her unrelenting bliss when she felt that bulged head stretching her so good. The ridges no longer held her walls apart. They caressed her sensitive muscles, keeping her in a constant state of heightened arousal. A continuous stream of female ejaculate washed along Father's cock, meeting with his seed and forming the hottest concoction Kria ever took inside her. It felt like fire to her flesh, blazing so hot inside her that every other of her senses felt redundant.

Kira lost count of how many spurts rushed inside her. She just felt so filled and confused. With so much seed leaking inside her belly, she was no longer aware of anything but how hard that fluid pressed upon her secret chamber.

A huge change happened when Father fell on his side. His member twisted inside Kira, sending her into her fourth climactic ascent. By that time, she felt too worn out to feel or release anything. Her slit was completely exhausted, her sweet sticky reserves exhausted. Only father's seed remained inside, along with his warm, throbbing cock.

"Kira...?"

"Tired. So tired..." Kira moaned. "My belly feels heavy and weird..."

"It will feel better in a moment. It's going to feel weird, but-"

"Do it, daddy."

He shoved himself out far quicker than Kira thought possible. As soon as his member left her walls, a tide of cum overflowed from her passage. Kira's throat erupted with a long, drawn out sigh. Releasing all that trapped seed almost felt like another climax. She waited until her shuddering flesh emptied itself of her father's essence, then slowly turned around.

A veritable puddle of white, pearlescent fluid spread before her. It was the first time she saw and smelled seed, and even in her tired state Kira was eager to taste her beloved father's essence. She crawled towards the bounty produced by his member until her paws squelched through the slime and her chest dribbled with it. Then, after she took a long whiff from that thick, fertile essence, Kira dropped her snout into it.

It was sticky, as expected, and somewhat warm, but not as sweet as she believed it to be. It had a rather bitter taste, almost like meat mixed with stale water and old cave smells. Kira lazily lapped it up. She still liked it, odd as it was, only because her father made it. Though it was infuriatingly sticky. It clung onto her teeth like a very stubborn sort of slime, and she had to lick herself clean many times before she managed to cut through the many bridges formed by this odd fluid.

"Your seed tastes so weird, daddy," Kira said as she continued to consume the rich fluid. "But I like it. It's good!'

"I never said it's better than meat," his tongue poked for her slit. "Come back now. Let me clean you up."

"I'll clean you first!" Kira crawled towards his retreating cock. Father growled in protest once she put her tongue to work. He even managed to find her own slit, though he had serious troubles fitting inside from that angle.

Kira just liked having his member all for herself. She dashed her tongue along the proud head, cleaned his ridge, and slowly advanced towards his slit. He was so hot there, and so sticky. She licked his glistening sheen clean, finding the taste pleasantly sweet to her tongue. Father warned he was sensitive here, and he was right. Kira felt his heated blood surging through the fleshy walls. He was so hot inside his slit, and so intimate. She stuck her snout inside, savoring all that heat and slickness upon her face. It looked so much like her own slit, and felt just like it.

"Are you done?"

"Almost," Kira licked his member until it retreated inside its home, safely tucked between two scaly walls.

"Now I'm done. You?"

"Don't ask."

Kira squeaked with delight. She leaped away from him, splashing face first into the puddle of seed. She wanted to lead her father through a funny chase, but his nimble tail got the best of her. Kira couldn't see it properly, too focused on lapping the sticky male essence into her maw.

A messy paw scooped her to Father's seed coated belly. Kira hissed at him. She got a tongue slap on her nose for misbehaving.

"This isn't a game, Kira. I don't want my hatchlings planted in my own daughter's belly."

"What?" she clamped her jaws in utter shock.

"You may not be fertile yet, but I can't take that chance. Let me clean you."

Kira promptly presented her messy slit to his nose. Father stuck her tongue deep, lapping away all traces of his essence. As he slid in and out of her, Kira started liking the thought of bearing her father's offspring. She loved him so much...probably more than Mother and even Lashan.

"Do you need to push that deep, daddy? I'm still a bit sore after you came."

He wriggled inside, making sure no viable traces of his material hid inside before he pulled out. "It's necessary, Kira."

"Not if I want to carry your hatchlings."

It was his turn to be surprised. She took advantage of that to snuggle under his wing. She felt so comfortable at his belly now that his member was out of the way.

"I love you, daddy. Your hatchlings are going to be as great as you!"

"Don't speak folly. My sweet daughter deserves her own mate."

"No, I want you!" she pawed at his snout when he came around to lick her. "You. You. Only you! You're the best daddy in the world!"

"Maybe I am, sweet little Kira, but you have a mother and a brother to love as well. What would they say if they heard you now?"

"Nothing. I love you, and only you," Kira hugged his snout to try and keep his maw shut.

"You love them too. Deep in your heart, you know that."

Of course she did. She just wanted her amazing father to get all the praise. After their little debate, Kira allowed him to fully clean her. The two retreated a bit farther from the mess to sleep on clean ground. There, with dusty stone under her clean belly and her protective father at her side, Kira could afford to think a bit about her brother. He was a male too, after all. One she loved dearly. She also loved the games they played, his sensitive paws, and to some degree, his member. Kira always found it fun to tease and make fun of him whenever he grew big.

Yet now, armed with the proper knowledge, she couldn't help but wonder how Lashan would feel inside her. Would he be warm, like father? Would he fill her so good and give her three climaxes in a row? Kira couldn't help but feel warm at that strange and intimate thought. She loved her brother so much, after all, that taking that leap forth didn't seem so weird. She had no restrictions about where his tongue licked or where his paws touched her. Why should there be any for his member? Or his hot, slithering seed for that matter?

Kira closed her eyes, tingling with desire. She was going to mate her brother. What remained to be figured was how and when that was going to happen.

***THE END***

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