The Art of Serpentine Mating
Introductory message: This was a Christmas gift for a very derpy friend of mine that the forgetful kitty forgot to post. It features my mischievous dragoness, Ilyniel, who finds herself confronting the savage need of any fertile female called heat. Being the conniving serpent that she is, she lures a trap for any impressionable male foolish enough to fall for it, ready to pounce him at any given time and satisfy her need in the process. Is she going to succeed? Read below to find out!
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Ilyniel is my character
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The Art of Serpentine Mating (Gift for http://www.furaffinity.net/user/herpderplol)
Ilyniel moistened between the haunches by simply watching the trespasser. Usually, it took time and patience to learn the personality of a wandering dragon and use that information against them, but this time....this time it was too easy.
Her quarry looked from side to side, tail wrapped around his striped haunches, the green stripes covering those supple, dark gray limbs quite pleasant to the eye. He had soft facial features, similar to those of a dragoness, fairer than any male had the right to. If the wind didn't happen to blow the right way, she might have mistaken his gender, but his light musk suggested otherwise.
What an interesting creature! Ilyniel wanted to pounce him, to hurl him on his back, make him surrender the light green scutes of his belly to her, maybe nuzzle those cute, little paws as he squirmed against her. Their bodies would coil around each other, and the tantalizing friction would have him grow within seconds.
Ilyniel licked her snout. Her nether lips quivered, tendrils of arousal flowing past her fleshy folds and reaching towards the grass. She throbbed something fierce down there, her flesh sizzling, her need so great she lowered herself to the ground to rub her belly along the cool grass, hissing and growling. Those frail strands did little to alleviate her lust, so she shifted back onto her haunches, watching the wary male from the top of the hill. All he had to do was glance upward. Most dragons would have done that, but not him. He probably wondered what sort of dragon left a fresh carcass at the foot of a hill, ripe for the taking. He must have suspected there was a catch, for he was almost afraid to step towards it.
_Eat it, you fool. It's a gift. By the skies, are you a dragon or a timid snake? _
Even Ilyniel started to doubt his allegiance to his species as he began to back off, panic visible within his golden eyes. His fluffy tail tip swished back and forth, and he made sure to step over his previous tracks, as if to mask his arrival.
Ilyniel bit back a growl, afraid that her amusement might betray her presence prematurely. This was by far the most incompetent and intriguing male she had the pleasure of luring into her trap. Judging from his poise, he must have been young, alone, confused, and a stranger to mating and everything it involved.
To sum it up, a virgin. How exciting! She hadn't mounted a virgin dragon in a long while. They always scrunched their muzzles in such adorable ways, emitting faint sounds that forcefully wriggled their way out of their overly tight throats. Would he sound the same? Would he let out a faint, unseemly yip at the peak of his climax, as if he was the female?
Unable to keep herself in check, Ilyniel dove through the skies, flowing along the wind with the grace specific to her kind. She landed right in front of the male, blocking his retreat, giving him a warm, toothy smile.
"Hello, dear one. Lost, are you?"
The male's ears drooped. His body lowered halfway to the ground, as if torn between the urge to flee or attack.
"Aren't you hungry? That is a plump, juicy stag that is rotting away in the sun."
"I am...I am..." he stuttered, his eyes wandering towards her hindquarters briefly before his nostrils flared. A jolt traversed his serpentine body, fluffing up his fur and mane. His tail sought cover between his legs, to cover his growing erection no doubt.
"Yes? What are you?"
"I'm Selkrath," he finally managed to salvage his pride, that sweet voice of his oozing innocence. "And I am...well aware this is your territory."
Ilyniel perked her ears, pulling her head back. "How so?"
"Your scent. It's all around. Imprinted upon the carcass, too."
Quite perceptive of him.
"Is that why you haven't devoured it? Because it belongs to me?"
"Yes. I..." he trailed off, lifting a forepaw, tongue washing over his petite snout, as if to remove her scent from his nostrils. Har! Good look with that! As if a gust of wind could simply blow away the pheromone laden odor of a female!
"Yes, Selkrath?" Ilyniel inquired, adding a playful purr at the end of her words.
"It's your territory. Your prey. I'm not a thief."
"If you're not a thief, then you have nothing to hide, yes?"
The drake froze. He swallowed hard, eyes wide with apprehension, curiosity, and more than a little lust. He might not say it. He might not even believe it himself, but as a male, he craved for the opportunity to be with the opposite sex. Instinct never lied, and Ilyniel could see it on his face, plain as day.
"W--what do you think I'm hiding?"
"I don't know," Ilyniel said, taking a step towards him, a predatory look etched upon her face. "Why don't you show me? I'll let you go if you do."
The male studied her vibrant scales that bore the color of old gold. He took note of the way they shifted and ripped with the soft undulating motions of Ilyniel's body. She flicked her tail to draw his attention, then slid it along the side of her body, guiding him between her leg, pulling a haunch back to give him a peek of her slick sex.
He emitted a low, whining sound, cutting it with a snap of his jaws. "I can't show you! There's nothing for you to see!"
Ilyniel began approaching him, her steps slow but steady, her dexterous feet making no sounds upon the contact with the ground. When Selkrath began his retreat, she increased her pace, constantly driving him back, until the fool's limbs somehow tangled. He flopped on his side, darting onto his limbs in a split second, as if he never even tripped.
But he did, and during that window, Ilyniel noticed his throbbing erection--or erections, as she should put it. She had naught but a passing glimpse at her disposal, to be sure, but still enough to make her muscles turn taut and her claws to rake at the soil in anticipation of what she would do to this male.
"Is it wise to deny a female the object of her curiosity?"
Selkrath didn't answer. He simply arched his serpentine body around to hide the cause of his distress and snarled at her softly.
"Are you certain you don't want to show me, willingly?" She asked, giving him one last chance at surrendering to her whims.
"I...am," Selkrath said.
Ilyniel arched her tail across her back, shaking her head to allow her pale mane to slip along the sides of her neck. "Seems you are more of a dragon than I thought."
Without giving him the chance at a reply, she pounced him. Her forelimbs locked around his shoulders, keeping him pinned to the ground. Her tail seized his, coiling around it, forcing it down with her superior strength, while her chest pressed against that light green belly of his, squeezing it with her passionate embrace. She made sure to slip her haunches between his, so that his hind paws could do naught but kick at the air.
"Hrr," she growled in his face before rolling her tongue along his smooth jawline. "Why must you fight the inevitable, male? You picked up my scent, yet you chose to do nothing about it."
"I...I..."
Words, words. Ilyniel had had enough of them. With a curt motion, she lowered her hindquarters upon one of his twin members, gritting her teeth, a guttural growl clawing its way past her throat as she felt his tightness poke at her lips, parting them, wriggling its way into her. His tapered tip speared through her, pricking at her sensitive flesh, followed by his increasingly thick girth. Ilyniel's haunches shuddered, spasms rushing along her tail from the ecstasy of taking a male within the depth of her body.
Underneath her, Selkrath whimpered and squeaked like a hatchling, pawing at her shoulders, shoving his head to the side, strained with the effort it took to keep his seed from spilling prematurely inside her. Ilyniel giggled, thrusting her hips forward, forcing the rest of his shaft to bury into her. His other penis slid along her slick, heated lips, the pressure exerted upon her vulnerable flesh making Ilyniel tremble.
Tremors wracked her frame. Her pussy throbbed, the pressure his shaft exerted upon her tight walls daunting yet reassuring.
"I wonder...how long...a cute serpent like you is going to last...inside me," she said between the affectionate licks she gave to that cute face of his, wetting his fur, making it clump in disheveled patches.
Selkrath responded with a sharp hiss. His forepaws landed upon her shoulders, toes grappling onto her scales, claws biting into the sensitive gaps between them. His member began to throb rhythmically, the smooth green meat acquiring the texture of stone, engorged with the increasingly demanding promise of relief.
Ilyniel, however, had her own need, one that couldn't be quelled by only one of his members. She wove her body along his, her scaled hide rushing along his velvety fur, her hind paws latching onto his haunches for leverage. Since his members sprouted from the same slit and forked sideways, it came easy to her to simply guide the other tip into her vulva and then simply press her body against the two joint penises.
A frail, shaky roar burst past her throat at that. She had never felt so stretched, so swollen with the tense meat of another dragon. This is why she loved it. This is why she had to keep grinding her body against him, if only to keep the sparks dancing through her moistened flesh alive.
His twin members buried all the way into her drenched nether tunnel, Selkrath fared even worse than she did. A constant mewling emanated from his half opened muzzle, his eyes slowly starting to roll into the back of his head as his focus began to dwindle.
No! Not yet! She wasn't done with him! Eager to get rid of her demanding itch, Ilyniel pulled her hips up, then slammed her cunt against Selkrath's slit, repeating the motion a few short, sudden, intense times. His pointy tips poked at her cervix, summoning forth electrifying spasms that ruffled Ilyniel's mane. How would it feel, she wondered, when a dragon with two cocks loosened his essence inside her?
The thought made her giddy with impatience. She had heard of such creatures, but never had the pleasure to meet one up until now. Fate, it seemed, lacked not in irony, for her first dragon had to be the overly sensitive sort who fought his impending release with all his might. To add to his valiant efforts, Ilyniel slowly eased onto his belly, allowing his shafts to gently spread her trembling, silken walls.
That silenced her cute and innocent mate. He no longer growled, hissed or squeaked, and neither did she. For a moment, she focused on coiling her body around his, of entangling him within her fetters while still pumping in and out of him, relying on the pleasure flooding his senses to keep him stiff and useless. Once her tail trapped his flaccid one and her hind paws found purchase at the base of his inner haunches, Ilyniel dominated the little male. Try as he might, no amount of wriggling, kicking and thrashing would put an end to their copulation.
Satisfied with her dominant position, Ilyniel started to thrust against him hard and fast. Her fleshy folds squelched, the wet sounds of her moist flesh kissing his slit audible to her perked ears. Although the ridges of Selkrath's cocks flared and hardened, the little drake stubbornly held onto his seed, flooding Ilyniel's depths with more precum than any male had the right to hold unto himself.
"I'm young, I'm fertile," she whispered into his ear, her voice trembling in unison with her body. "Cum inside me, Selkrath. Fill me with the promise of life."
"I...I can't. It's not...how it should be."
A dragon with principles! Ilyniel loved those. All they needed was the kiss of her fangs around their throat, and the rapid motion of her hips to convince them otherwise.
Selkrath's mental fortitude, along with his strong reluctance to impregnate her, were to be commended, but his struggle ended here. Regardless of beliefs, the body of a male could only endure so much, and Selkrath's time inside a female already surpassed Ilyniel's wildest dreams.
She grinded her nethers against him, her lips rubbing against the smooth, furless flesh surrounding his slit, so hot and wet and pulsing with desire. Once she had his members safely tucked within the cramped confines of her canal, Ilyniel attempted to weaken the male's resolve with licks, nuzzles, and affectionate snout rubs, purring her satisfaction into his ears.
That did the trick every single time. Males had this ego to them, a nagging feeling that they had to pleasure their mate in order to extract full enjoyment from a mating. Selkrath, chivalrous as ever, bucked his hips against her, writhing on the ground like an eel tossed out of the water as his passion for her burned through his resolve.
With a thin, feeble, and heart-melting whimper, this cute dragon unloaded the product of his loneliness inside Ilyniel, his tips penetrating deeper than she suspected, to shoot gushes of scalding seed straight into her womb. The might of his spurts, together with the friction of his hardened flesh against her shuddering walls, triggered Ilyniel's most unexpected climax, forcing her to collapse on top of her mate and screw her eyes shut, head floating in a sea of boundless ecstasy.
They remained coiled in each other's embrace for several minutes, Selkrath pumping his seed into her, and Ilyniel spurting some of it out due to the strength of her femcum gushes. Their combined juices flowed past her loose lips, pooling onto Selkrath's slit, some of the trickles slipping into it, embedding his very being with her scent.
Once he was done, the male tried to wrestle out of her grip, but Ilyniel held onto him, refusing to let go of such promising specimen.
"You are mine, dear one, to love and mate with as I please."
She nuzzled his neck, her frame stiffening upon spotting his distant gaze. It was as if something extinguished within Selkrath. As if she took something from him, something that she couldn't give back or restore.
Why? Why did her heart feel so heavy? They both wanted it. They both enjoyed it! For a male dragon, to stumble upon a female eager to be bred-- it was a dream come true!
Not for him, apparently.
"Oh, very well. Go lead your dull existence, Selkrath. I offered you a chance at something great, but you're too stubborn to see it."
She didn't want him. She didn't need him. He needed her to fly off her elevated perch to finally acknowledge her presence. He needed her to tell him that the buck was a gift for him. Most importantly, she initiated the act of mating alone, without any contribution from this--this--this impotent male!
Frustrated with her inability to charm him, Ilyniel flopped to the side, bringing a haunch around her seed drenched sex to protect it from his view. She didn't feel self-conscious, nor regretful. More like...enraged with his dull response.
Selkrath disentangled from her embrace, giving her an unexpected lick upon her cheek. Ilyniel quivered, feeling...warm... for the first time in her life. Happy.
Desired.
"Wait," she said to his departing form. "I...I don't want you to go. Stay with me. Please. I...may have spoken out of turn. I admit to that, and I humbly ask for your forgiveness."
"There is nothing to forgive," Selkrath said, settling besides her and resting a forepaw on top of her golden one. "You said it yourself. You are young, fertile, and obviously entitled."
Ilyniel craned her neck back, hissing. "I'm not entitled!"
"You are." Selkrath growled playfully, butting his head against her chin. "You already had everything drawn into your mind. You jumped to a myriad of conclusions about me, and when my behavior broke the pattern, you got heedlessly offended at me."
Curse his honesty! Ilyniel looked to the side, unable to maintain his gaze, her mind devoid of replies. The product of their mating dribbled out of her slit. His seed turned cold upon her lips, no longer warm and comforting, but icy and unfulfilling.
Her heart sank when he got up, only for it to swell the next moment, when he coiled around her protectively, nuzzling at one of her ears.
"You are lonely, aren't you?"
"Yes," Ilyniel admitted, pushing aside her pride and playfulness in order to enjoy this strange feeling blooming within her chest. "Males--they are a difficult sort, one which I have trouble understanding."
"Have you tried being honest with them?"
"Honesty is weakness!" Ilyniel growled. "I know what a male wants, what a male needs!"
"What about your needs? Are you honest with yourself as well? Or do you still believe that heat alone is enough to earn you a worthy mate?"
That gave Ilyniel pause. She had never thought of it this way. She had always relished the thrill of pouncing and breeding males too much to dwell on the repercussions, on the next day.
Repercussions.
By the skies, she sounded like a clueless virgin herself, yet at the same time, she felt intrigued by Selkrath's philosophy.
"I shall tell you all about my needs if you do me the honor of eating from the buck I hunted just for you."
"Good," Selkrath said, his tongue rolling across her snout. "Then I shall let you know that I am actually experienced in the arts of mating, and that you simply caught me...unprepared."
She let out a raucous, chortling laughter at that. The stranger, too, joined her mirth, for reasons that befuddled her senses. His childish behavior wasn't something to be proud of, and neither his frozen body beneath her during their mating! And yet, Selkrath laughed, for he chose to be honest with her about his strengths and weaknesses.
Could she do the same? Should she do the same?
Ilyniel rested her head on top of his neck, sighing audibly once her joy subsided.
"Will you...leave tomorrow?"
"That is entirely up to you," Selkrath said before he bounced onto his feet and rushed to the deer carcass. "Now come. Your lust might have gotten you burdened with my eggs, and I would make for a poor mate if I ate before the mother of my offspring has the chance to gorge herself on the best parts."
** ***THE END*****
End note: Not quite what Ilyniel expected! She wanted a quick mating, yet it seems her partner is seeking more from her than a one night stand. Either way, I'm happy this ended on a positive note for the both of them. This is one of those times when I wish I was in Selkrath's place, to mate with Ilyniel to my heart's desires hehehehe.
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