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My paws battered the wind-swept grass as I ascended the mountain. On all fours, I rushed headlong past the rocky outcrops, leaping over small cliffs and clambering up steep inclines. The spear bounced around between my fangs, threatening to slip out and clatter to the ground far below. I held tight, clenching my teeth to keep the wooden pole steady. I wasn't about to give up now; I had already come so far. The other cheetahs laughed, said I was condemning myself to a brutal death in the jaws of the dragon, but I didn't care. If the men were going to treat us like dirt, then I was going to prove to them that we can be so much more than that. We can be fighters, just like them. We can hunt with them, be just as strong as them. There would be nothing stopping us from being powerful, if only they would give us the chance. Carried swiftly by my legs and arms as my bare fur whipped in the rising gale, I knew there was no turning back now. Either I would return with the dragon's head, or not return at all.

My feet and hands gripped deftly to the rocky cliff, my tail flicking around for balance as I climbed. My eight nipples stiffened in the frigid air as I clenched my jaws harder around the spear, adrenaline pumping through my body with each thud of my heart. Finally throwing myself over the ledge, I steadied myself low on the ground, my limbs sprawled out as I panted with exhaustion. Above me, the gaping maw of the cave loomed. The summit of the mountain wasn't far above the tip of the entrance. Stalactites hung from the ceiling like jagged fangs, waiting for me to step inside so I could be chewed up and swallowed. I lay still with my hands and feet spread out against the ground, my spear still held in my mouth as I listened. There were a few seconds of deathly silence as my ears focused inside the cave.

A muffled, wet crunch rang out from the colossal rocky hollow, echoing against the walls and emanating from the yawning mouth like it was speaking to me. The slop of a dribbling tongue, satisfied huffs and snapping bone. I had caught the monster as it was eating dinner. I smiled, a toothy grin wrapped around my spear. Perfect. I was going to make sure this meal would be the dragon's last.

Still with a smirk, I rose to a crouch, dropping the spear and catching it in my right paw. Taking short and quiet breaths, I sneaked my way into the cave. My tail hovered above the cold stone below me, fighting against the wind threatening to fling it around my waist. Staying low to the ground, I moved to the left edge of the cave mouth, leaning against it and scanning the cavern for the beast.

While the ceiling rose far over my head, the cave itself was only a shallow space in the mountain. Just barely large enough to fit the dragon in lengthways, laying on its belly facing into the far wall. Wet slops resounded from its head, flecks of blood splattering the area around it. Shattered remnants of stalagmites covered the stone floor, along with smatterings of viscera surrounding the beast. Sharp, light-blue scales lined the dragon's body, its massive wings draped over its sides as it ate. Pointy claws tipped each digit of its wings, along with a row of short horns running along its spine, connected with a leathery sail which grew in size at the shoulders. Nearest to me was the monster's tail, which flopped against the floor in glee at the meal. The dragon's sail grew smaller and smaller until it reached the tip of its tail, which tapered off into a wildly flicking point. The beast sat with its belly against the floor, held up by its great, powerful legs, which ended in deadly draconic talons. I couldn't see its head past its humungous wings, but that only meant it still hadn't seen me.

Tapping the spear's handle with my claws, I began focusing on forming a strategy. I could clamber up the monster's tail, running along its back to stab it in the throat. I could go directly under its wings to impale its underbelly on my sharpened stone spear tip, or I could go around and rush to its eye before it has a chance to react. The lumbering beast couldn't possibly be agile, anyway. I licked my lips, savouring the taste of fresh blood in the air, letting it build my ferocity. I was jittering with anticipation, shuffling on my feet as I tried to decide on a plan of action. Eyeing my weapon, I decided that attempting to pierce the monster's tough scales would be impossible. My only option would be to go for the eye. I was lucky enough to be given such a perfect opportunity, and wasted no time in making use of it.

The dragon's wings were draped over its side and sprawled out over the floor, forcing me to give them a wide berth to avoid attracting attention too early. Making my way around the beast's bulky upper shoulders, I finally caught a glimpse of its head. The light-blue scales continued up the snakelike neck as they wrapped over the dragon's thick skull. Great, wavering blue horns emerged from behind its tightly-shut eyes, peeling back a point to create a windswept look in its head. Twin protrusions at the end of its chin gave it a sinister reptilian beard, it's scaly lips soaked with the blood and entrails of the mangled creature it was dining upon. The dragon's massive forelimbs held the meal to its face, lapping up the last remnants of flesh from the flaccid husk of skin remaining. It was a sickening display, but nevertheless, it drew a grumble from my stomach. I only hoped I could make my own meal out of this dragon to bring back to my tribe in triumph.

Crouching low to the ground and making light steps around the beast's limbs, I had only just manoeuvred past its right wing when the sight of its eye opening froze me in place. A glowing green iris, with a long reptilian slit pupil, slowly drifted its gaze back from the bloody mess in the beast's paws to fall upon me. Seeing that my stealthy approach had been foiled, I instantly lashed out, pouncing at the dragon's head and latching on to one of its horns. A roar of shock rumbled the dragon's body as it rose. Holding myself on with my hand and feet, I angled my spear to its eye and let out a ferocious feline yell, thrusting it towards the dragon's vulnerable spot. The dragon shook its head violently, failing to throw me off, but succeeding in deflecting my attack against his scales.

My feet slipped from the dragon's chin, causing me hang from its horn by one hand, still making blind stabs at its face. As we struggled, I began feeling a warmth emanating from the beast's body, an orange glow slowly burning from behind its deep, green eyes. I stopped my wild attacks for a second, hearing the crackling growl rising from its throat. I clung tighter to the horn for a moment, but found that every spot where my bare skin touched the dragon's body, an unbearable heat would singe my fur. Hissing in pain, I released my grip on the dragon, falling on my feet to the relief of the cold stone floor. I only had a moment to catch my breath and cool my skin before a muscular hand wrapped around my body, strangling my torso and forcing me to drop my spear as I was lifted off the ground. I struggled violently as the dragon's burning hot aura wafted over me. I bit and I kicked, scratching in vain at the monster's scales.

It lowered its head down to me, with eyes just out of reach and mouth aimed below my scrambling feet, staring down at me with a condescending glare.

"Now, now, now, you just listen here. I would wish to speak, if you lend me your ear."

I stopped dead in the dragon's grip, feeling its flaming breath just barely scalding my toes. Its voice was smooth like silk, deep and rumbling. Crackles of flame coloured its words, which to my shock, were all in rhyme.

"At the peak of this mountain, I get nary a visitor, especially none such as you, a bloodthirsty intruder."

I stared with dumbfounded eyes at the beast, no doubt a male from low pitch of his voice.

"Why must you come to kill me? Settle down, for your own sake. I'm clearly much too large for a cheetah to take."

I scowled, my blood boiling again as his body slowly cooled. "Now you listen to me, dragon!" I spat. "I have come her to slay you, for the honour of my tribe!" I spoke the words with a wavering confidence, feeling the probing glare of the beast as he turned away from me to frown.

A sparkle shone in his widening eye. He looked back at me, his lips curling back in a smirk. "Excuse me, cheetah? I must've misheard. You've piqued my interest with a particular word."

I cocked my head, raising an eyebrow. The dragon flicked his own eyebrow in response, turning to face me head-on, the glow in his throat finally subsided.

"Forgive my rhyme, that's how dragons flirt. Unlike you, I don't share a passion for hurt." The beast moved further back into the cave, taking me with him as he rested on the floor by the wall. He held me to the ground, still keeping a firm grip and looking down at me with a smile and raised eyebrows. "Come lay with me, since you seem so eager, unless doing so to your loved one would make you a cheater."

Another flick of his eyebrows, and finally I caught on to his innuendo. That vile, dirty beast! Nothing on his mind but blood and sex! My teeth were bared in a snarl, my hands pushing against his giant fingers in an attempt to squeeze out of his grip. "I shall do no such thing, you disgusting monster! You can go off and do that with your own kind. Let me go so we can both be left in peace!"

The dragon sighed, rolling over to lie on his side. His white underbelly was exposed to me. My gaze was drawn down its scaly length, from his neck down to between his hind legs, where an odd red streak of flesh seemed to emerge from his scales. For a moment, I thought it to be a vagina, but that notion was quickly proved wrong when a small tip began to emerge from the wet slit.

"Oh, I'd never be taken by one of my own kind, but something about you tells me you wouldn't mind."

Jerking my head away from his rising malehood, I glared into his eyes, snarling through gritted teeth, "What makes you think I'd commit such a vile act with a monster like you?"

"Oh, come now, little cheetah. Don't try to hide it."

The dragon licked the blood from his lips, breaking into a wild grin from horn to horn. He rose to his feet, carrying me with him and staring me directly in my steely glare, turning it into a wide-eyed look of astonishment as his voice boomed in operatic song.

Now, we dragons are all scaly and pointy

But my head isn't the only thing that's horny

I see it in your eyes, there's no need to disguise

That you're eyeing my draconic surprise!

At the climax of his piece, he finally released his grip on me, dropping me underneath him to stare at the red spear of flesh growing from his slit. He dipped his head between his legs to watch my startled expression, completely still under the aim of his erection. Even as it grew, it was already about the height of myself, and was only an arm's length away from reaching my face; a contact which approached alarmingly fast as his throbs carried it onwards.

Finally snapping out of my daze, I cried out, scrambling to escape from under him. I made my way towards the cave mouth, stopping just a few strides from the dragon's feet when I felt his stare sending shivers down my spine and tingling my tail.

"Keep that nasty thing away from me, dragon." It was all I could think to say under his accusing glare, but it seemed to work as the pressure was lifted from my body.

"You wound me, my lady. Your words cut like knives as they pain me." I braced myself as he strode across the cave to fall in front of the exit, blocking my escape with his considerable bulk. His erection still poked out from between his massive legs, but its growth seemed to have stopped, its pulses slowed.

Balling my hands into fists by my side, I flicked my tail in frustration. "Let me go! You're lucky I don't kill you where you lie." I jabbed a finger at the air between us, aiming at his exposed belly, trying to look past his red spear which hovered above it.

"Such a ferocious attitude for a delicate feline. You must have come expecting it to be much like mine. Your hunger for glory is unbecoming of such a beautiful lady"

I scoffed, finally giving in and moving to clamber over the dragon. I was met with no protest when I stood on his foreleg to climb up his chest, but did feel the pulse of his heartbeat pumping through my feet. He stifled a gasp as my body pressed into his ribs, a small shuffle coming from his hips. Finally standing on his flank, I manoeuvred around the limb of his wing, leaping softly into the stone ground beyond. The wind howled around me again, catching me by surprise and nearly sending me stumbling backwards before I could steady myself.

"You desire to prove yourself to the rest of your peers, but this quest I can tell will only lead you to tears." The dragon's rumbling voice shocked me to a stop. I turned to see the beast's back towards me, his head out of view behind it.

"What gives you the right to make such assumptions, beast?"

"We are much alike, you cheetah and I. We strive to be different, it's hopeless, but we try." The dragon lifted his head, shifting his wings to rest it on his flank and look down at the ground. "I was a dreamer once, and look where it got me. By myself in a mountain, feeling ever so lonely."

Inwardly, I scoff again. Surely just a ploy to tug at my heartstrings, to make me pity him so can have his way with me. Nevertheless, I feel drawn to the dragon's tale of woe. Sighs punctuate his verses, his eyes never leaving the ground as his wings lay completely still.

"If had come to slay another drake, you'd've ended up dead. bones on the floor, drenched in red." The dragon rolled over onto his back, raising his forelimbs to the air and covering his abdomen with his wings. "But I couldn't stand it, this culture of violence. I wanted to love, not murder with vehemence." A heavy sigh wracked his body. He dropped his wings to splay them over the ground, revealing that his erection had gone, disappeared between his legs. "And so I was cast out," he lamented to the mouth of the cave. "Left on my own. Seen as weak by others, now living alone."

My heart cried out for him. He lay on his back, wallowing in sorrow, and I only wanted to hold him. To tell him it was alright. But no, that's not who I was. I was strong. I wasn't just another swooning cheetah girl who fell head-over-heels for any guy with a sob story or big muscles. I knew I was better than that, we were all better than that. I steeled myself, standing tall and puffing out my chest, drawing a cursory glance from the dragon.

"Enough with your poetry, dragon. I see through your lies. You only seek to use me for your own sick fantasies before you finally devour me."

He gave something between a scoff and a sigh, waving me away with his forearm. "Fine, have it your way. Go back to your tribe if you want. But return without my head in tow, and you'll wish that you stayed."

I scowl back at the beast, then turned on my heel and started the climb back down the sheer mountain cliff. The whole forest stretched out below me, a glorious landscape of green and brown, turning orange under the setting sun. I could see the smoke rising from my tribe's camp, huts of animal hide big and small peeking out from the distant clearing. For a moment, I felt a sense of happiness. I was finally returning home from the near disaster I had gotten myself into. However, this feeling was quickly swept away from me with the wind, leaving me clinging to the rocky cliff and staring at the great drop into the forest below. It seemed so far away, even more so than when I climbed up here. A strange force pressed me to the sheer wall. I envisioned a great catlike beast rising with the smoke of my camp. It stalked towards me across the vast expanse of trees. "Nice try, bitch", "Come here, I need to rut in somebody", "I told you that you couldn't do it.", "Get back in line, sister", the words echoed from the cat's gaping maw until the smoke finally blew away in the howling gale. I curled up against the cliff, wrapping my tail over my groin to hide my exposed vagina from the world. No, there was no chance I was going to go back there. Not until I could return with some proof that I was worth anything. But, it was already too late for that. I was no match for the beast in the mountain, and now he was the only one I could turn to. My home was gone, I was silently exiled from it the moment I pushed my way through the bushes and made the foolhardy journey to slay a dragon.

My claws dug into the rocks they hung onto, my eyelids tightening as I held back tears. What were the chances that this dragon would treat me any better? He'd already proven himself as a sex-starved beast, it seemed that going to him would make me more of a sex object than any of my tribe members saw me. I was a toy to him, about the right size for the role, too. I inched my eyes open, my heart fluttering as I gazed at the terrifying drop below. The ground seemed to pull further and further away, yet somehow managed to drag me down with it. I could just let go. I was sandwiched between two lives I could never live, still clinging on to the last sliver of hope I could hold in my paws. On one side, a family who would never welcome me. On the other, a master who would never respect me. The forest floor seemed like such an inviting option from up here.

No. No! I may not be strong enough to slay a dragon, but I wasn't going to let myself become weak enough to give up on life. There was still some glimmer of real hope. Some chance that this dragon really did understand me, that he may actually respect me in some manner. The treetops stretched out far into the horizon, not another option in sight. No other camps I could turn to. The men of my tribe hadn't taught me enough so I could live on my own. This dragon, however, provided some shelter. If he didn't cast me out like a used rag, I might be able to seek some safety in his cave.

My mind was made up, my objective clear. I hardened my gaze, released my tail from between my legs and began to climb again. My arms were weak from holding on for so long, but I kept strong, placing each paw with confidence, not allowing a single slip as I kept a quick pace up the sheer mountainside. The summit peeked out from over the ledge before I threw myself onto the flat stone, a sigh of relief soothing my trembling legs.

I rose to stand, dragging my hands across my face to straighten my fur and perk up my ears. The wind had ruined my slick coat, now in dire need of a licking. I lifted my gaze, standing with one foot in front of the other and my arms held in relaxed fists by my sides. The dragon sat on his haunches in the gaping entrance of the cave, looking down upon me. His upper eyelids were half closed, his lips slightly curled downwards at the tips. No words did he speak, instead silently staring at me with that odd expression. It was something between sadness, relief and sternness. I treated him to the same look, but it surprised me that a wild beast could be so expressive, with so much nuance in his facial features. It only added to the endless surprises this dragon presented me with.

Seeing that I wasn't going to get a reaction from him, I decided to break my stance and move past him into the cavern. My footsteps echoed on the cold, hard floor. Once I was free from the wind which beat against my body, I finally dropped my shoulder, releasing a sigh. Here I was, right where the monster wanted me. Still hearing no movement from him, I lowered myself to sit on the floor, lifting my leg up and beginning to undo the damage that the mountain gale had done to my fur.

Once I was slicking my coat back into shape with my tongue, I finally heard the dragon turn to enter the cave with me. At the corner of my eye, I saw him move to sit beside me, his body angled to face the wall. His head was stooped low to the ground, gloomy green eyes staring into the shattered rocks covering the floor by his feet.

I brushed myself, and quickly scrambled to my feet, hanging my head just as he did. "So, I guess we should just get down to it."

The dragon perked up, glancing to me. "Hm? Oh no, my sweet. We don't know each other yet. A little conversation for our first real meet." He turned himself to face me properly, still sitting up on his haunches. I could see that his slit was hidden again, smooth white scales running between his legs.

I scoffed, furrowing my eyebrows. "Not long ago, you were begging me to mate with you."

"Forgive my forwardness," The dragon put a hand to his heart, bowing his head. "It's hard to be subtle when you're overtaken by arousal. You're a beautiful creature, don't ever forget that. I lamented your leave while at the cave mouth I sat."

I scowled, balling my hands into fists. "So I'm just a pretty face to you, is that it?" My hands thrust to my sides, opening out to expose my claws. "Is that all this is?"

"No, of course not." The dragon's expression softened. "When it comes to personality, you've got the lot. I can feel the fire that burns in your heart, just as it does in mine." He dropped to lay on his belly, his muzzle nearly touching my chest. "I love so much about you, your looks were just a start."

He nearly pouted up at me, his eyes transfixed on my slowly relaxing glare. He rose back to his haunches, shuffling his forelimbs as if nearly reaching for me, but deciding against it.

"Now, let's make with formalities, pray tell me your name." He lifted his palm in a welcoming gesture. "Confide it in me, and I shall do the same."

My resolve finally broken, I relaxed my shoulders and released a heavy breath. I looked up to the dragon, a smile forcing its way onto my face. "Kaliiri." I sighed. "My name is Kaliiri."

The dragon bowed, lifting his eyes to look up into mine. "Pleased to meet you Kaliiri, I am Turavak. You're the first, I must say, to respectfully come near me."

I chuckled, a slight blush appearing under my fur. This "Turavak" somehow manages to keep rhyming no matter what was thrown at him. "How can you continue to rhyme so well, Turavak?"

He lifted his head back up to stand proudly above me. His gaze drifted between me and the cave exit as he spoke, which he looked at with hint of a forlorn expression. "Spoken language comes naturally to a drake. It flows through our body with each sound we make." He returned to look at me, dipping his head to address me directly. "To speak without elegance is something most dragons hate, it plays a crucial role in impressing a mate."

A faint smirk appeared on his lips, which sent me rolling my eyes at him. "Well, you don't have to impress me with your poetry, dragon. I think you'll find that I'm already... smitten."

An embarrassing attempt at verse, which drew a rumbling chortle from Turavak. He stood to his feet, standing above me for a moment before striding over me and towards the far wall. He flopped over, landing on his side with his upper wing drawn back to keep his underbelly exposed to me. He rested his head on the ground, tapping his claws against his chest. Still nothing emerged from the white scales between his legs, but nevertheless, my heart started thumping. I searched the cave for an excuse to stay apart, finding only animal carcasses and dried blood littering the floor. Now that the thrill of the hunt was over, the stench began to dawn on me. The aroma of rotting corpses wafted through the spacious cavern, kept only barely at bay by the high-altitude winds.

Turavak caught my gaze, lifting his head to follow it. I quickly turned to look back at him, giving him a nervous smile, as if I had seen something I wasn't supposed to. He only sighed, however, dropping his head back to the ground. "Despite my vow to be peaceful and sweet, I regret that I can only consume meat. I try to give these creatures a pleasurable end, but weep as I kill, and kill them again. Murder is not in my blood, as it isn't in yours. For both of us, violence is something we force."

Seeing his pitiful head wallowing on the floor, I couldn't help but be drawn closer to it. Only a few steps forward, with my tail clutched between my hands as I fidgeted with strands of fur. "I've done my fair share of hunts, but the men always took the lead. They'd never trust a frail little lady like me with taking down prey."

Turavak stared up at me, his mournful eyes piercing my soul. I released my tail, allowing it to swish gently behind me. He glanced briefly between my legs, which nearly drew a recoil of embarrassment from me. Before I could react, however, I was distracted by the shuffling of his hind legs, his wing lifting up from his body. He spread his forepaws in an inviting gesture, his head subtly nodding for me to relax against his chest. A short sigh and a warm smile escaped the depths of my heart, my feet dragging me across the ground to accept his invitation.

I settled myself into the embrace of his lower paw, wrapped around me like a scaly blanket. His hand was slightly cold, but it was soothing when I lay against his hot chest, a smouldering fire heating his body. Turavak's head snaked across the ground, finally resting upon my feet. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the quiet sound of our breaths as we cuddled together. I looked down at him for a while, marvelling at the great beast which lay at my feet. It didn't seem real, but there he was. With his winding sail running along his spine, his beautiful horns which wavered slightly in their straight path from his head, peeling back to point down his neck, his smooth, blue scaled hide and his gorgeous deep green eyes, which now stared wide-open up at me. Not at my face though, but in the shadowy space under his hand where he clutched my body.

"Your form is even more tantalising from down here. I wonder, how could you ever be judged by your peers?"

Blushing, I bent over in his grip to try covering my sex from his sight, but all I managed was to wave my tail under it. I noticed Turavak's eyebrow rising in a puzzled expression, as if he didn't understand the notion of privacy at all. While my delicates had always been on display in front of him, it felt like an intrusion to look so closely at them now. Nevertheless, I gave up the struggle, relaxing my tail so he could get an eyeful.

I rested my elbow on his paw, propping my head up and rubbing my other hand along his finger thoughtfully. "It's not so much that they judged me for anything, but nobody ever cared to see past my body. All they saw me as was some delicate little feline good for nothing but a quick one in the tent." I sighed, putting my face into my hands. "I was just a whore to them, and it never meant anything. We all were. Just dirty whores who waited to congratulate the men when they came back with fresh deer for the night's feast." I lifted my head back up, resting my arms and looking down to Turavak, his eyes and ears focused intently on me. "That's why I came to slay the dragon at the top of the mountain. I thought I could prove myself as a capable warrior to them." I tightened my grip on his paw, nearly digging my claws into him. "But look where that got me! Yet again I've proved myself to be nothing but a whore with a pretty figure, and now I have a dragon to show for it. A damned dragon."

Turavak gave a sorrowful sigh for me, staring off into the wall. "While your body is glorious, your heart is what attracts me. I feel something growing within us, a bond closer than matrimony."

My head drifted lazily to the side, resting against his warm chest. A purr began rumbling in my throat, the comfort of Turavak's embrace taking over my thoughts. I opened my eyes, letting their gaze move slowly across his underbelly, taking in every detail of his body until it reached the space between his legs. There, emerging from his slit once again was the dragon's penis. Only about the length of my legs at the time, it was a smooth rod, mostly pink, but darkening to a deep red near the tapering tip. Blue veins throbbed under the skin as his fleshy length rose.

"Looks like that's not the only thing growing."

Turavak huffed into the ground, his length pausing for a moment from the embarrassment. "You build my erection at a frightening pace. If you really are willing, then I'd be eager to make haste."

"Oh," I started, but trailed off as my heart began to pound. I supposed it had to happen eventually; I couldn't just leave this dragon unsatisfied. But still, the speed at which it approached left me overwhelmed. I stuttered for a moment, staring wild-eyed at his growing penis as it pointed towards me, giving me a look at the small opening in the tip. I finally gave up the struggle, letting out my tension in a heavy breath. I turned to see Turavak looking up at me. Still nervous, I made a subtle motion to my mouth as I tried to put my thoughts into words I was comfortable with. "So do you... do you want me to...?"

Turavak smirked, lifting his head to shake it in disagreement. "No, no, no, that's not what we'll do. I'm nearly at climax, and like that I may choke you." He drew his face closer to mine, bringing his mouth to my ear and wafting hot breaths over me with his whispers. "But something that simple is not what I need. If you would permit, and if you concede, I would like to fill your womb with my seed."

My eyes went wide, darting to the massive draconic penis waiting for my attention, aiming its opening at my face like a threat. My claws shot out and dug into his scales, my throat going dry. "You... you'd tear me apart with that thing! Are you out of your mind?"

Turavak hugged me tighter, as if restraining me from escape. "Ah, but your uterus stretches and can always take more, and I'd rather not add further mess to my floor."

"But... we could do it outside, or I could clean it up, or you could... we..."

The words fell from my mouth kicking and screaming, but Turavak silenced them with a chuckle which shook my body as it shook his chest. "Oh, little cheetah. I promise I won't hurt ya. All I want is to give you a gift, from my body to yours, so we can coexist."

He wrapped his hand around me, lifting my trembling body to the air and resting it back on my chest once he had rolled onto his back. Even up here, his immensely long penis nearly poked my behind. My tail brushed against it for a moment, before recoiling as the touch sent a sharp jerk through his sensitive length. A low grumble rose from Turavak's throat, partway between a laugh and a purr like my own. He laid his paws against my legs, keeping them parted over his ribs as his voice slowly rose into another song.

"Your body is so perfect, you're one natural charmer, And the way that you speak, it only makes me harder. I've become so erect! And you just drive me farther. I want to give you my love, in the most copious amounts. But I only can do it if you... would..."

He gripped my torso with his thumbs and index fingers, the other fingers running under my legs to keep them parted as he lifted me into the air and sung in a grand opera.

Come fly with me, on the wings of pleasure! We can soar through the stars of love We'll both share a moment we'll treasure Trust in me, you'll fit like a hand in a glove!

His erection poised in the air, he drew his face closer to me as he lowered my body down onto it. My chest felt tight, a lump in my throat preventing any sort of speech. A hot touch on my vagina sent shockwaves through my body, loosening my vocal chords and allowing me to cry out in a pitiful yell, my hands splayed out below me in a vain attempt to halt his impaling.

Turavak let out a gasp, immediately lifting me off his penis and setting me back down on his chest. I pulled my legs up to sit on my knees, panting on all fours as his chest rise and fell below me.

"Sorry, Kaliiri, that was a bit hasty of me. I must be gentler with a delicate frame like yours. Tell you what, if you insist, we can do it outdoors."

"No..." I choked out, still in shock from nearly having that thing forced inside me. "I can take it. Just... not like that."

"Well then, in that case, what would you have me do? Pray tell, my sweetheart, for I do not wish to hurt you."

I lifted myself to kneel on his chest, looking around the room for ideas. I tried recalling the many positions the men would force me into. It was always a painful experience, their barbed feline penises scraping against the walls of my rectum. Only a few times was my vagina ever penetrated, but never did they finish themselves inside. It was a thrilling prospect, to finally have a man impregnate me with his seed, and it was sure to be a pleasurable experience with one as smooth as Turavak. But how was I going to manage the sheer size of his member? How much could a thing like that release in me? I loathed to dwell on the details for even a second. Instead, I slipped from his chest and onto the floor. I had a position in mind, and I tried to find a clean spot to assume it. Spotting a blood-free area nearby, I moved over and dropped to my knees. Already, Turavak was rolling onto his belly to stand up, looming over me as I bent over and spread my legs, propping my shoulders up with my elbows and staring into the ground.

My face was stern, no joy in my expression, no joy in my heart. This was a position I had been forced into by some of the roughest of men. It was like this that I first lost my virginity, the memory flooding back to my mind as I felt a warm poke against my entrance.

He was one of the burliest men in the tribe, always boasting about the woman he last mated with. I was only fifteen, and I knew to be wary of him. I lived in a hut across from his, and many mornings he would emerge from his tent sporting a raging erection, deadly sharp barbs poised threateningly around his thick length. He would crouch beside me as I watched my battered mother cook the morning breakfast, whispering dirty things as he aimed his cock towards my rear. I always recoiled from him, never daring to speak. Then, there was the night my mother died. I never knew how it happened, but judging by her withered visage, I supposed she could've been taken by anything. I cried in my lonely hut, sheltering my emotions from the criticising glare of the moonglow. It was then that he pushed his way through my tent opening to loom above me. His arms were crossed, his balls directly over my head. He spoke like he would comfort me, and for a moment I believed him, looking down so as to not let him see my tear-streaked face. He grabbed me by the base of the tail, and in my fear and grief-ruled mind, I couldn't bring myself to resist. Shockwaves of pain were sent through my body with each pound of his hips, my virgin behind unprepared to take the raking spines digging into me. He held his fat hand over my mouth to muffle my screams, and soon I was too numb to feel him finish. He left me sobbing on the floor of the tent, letting out a chuckle and pushing his way back outside. I never slept that night, instead lying with my eyes wide open, curled up in a foetal position until the sun rose again.

My body was nearly pushed across the floor with each successful thrust into my vagina, Turavak's penis slipping out each time and struggling to find the entrance again. My arms and knees were cut and bleeding from the shattered rocks dragging across my skin, but I couldn't open my mouth to say anything. I wasn't there. I was somewhere else, lost in my memories. All semblance of arousal had left my body, leaving my vagina tight and unwelcoming, making it all the more difficult for Turavak's penis to find a purchase inside.

The dragon sighs. He steps back, his forelimbs leaving my field of view. "I'm sorry to say, but does not seem to work. We'll have to find another way. I beg that you hurry, please. My testicles are churning, yearning for release."

"Y... yes." I finally returned to reality, the repressed memories fading, the pain in my grazed limbs calling to my attention. I rolled over onto my back, frowning at the flecks of blood in my fur.

I looked up at Turavak, sitting on his haunches with his eyes exploring my body. They drifted up my legs, made a stop at my groin, moved past my rows of eight nipples and finally met my gaze. He smiled, and I couldn't help but smile in return, a nervous laugh escaping my throat as I did. I let my eyes wander down his body to between his powerful legs. Despite the mention of testicles, I noticed that he didn't have any scaly balls under his penis. I supposed they must be inside him somehow, gurgling away as he so fancifully suggested. It was something that made him different from the men I was used to. He was far larger, yet somehow leaner than most. Not quite scrawny, for his thighs certainly had some muscle to them, as did the limbs of his wings, but his body was a bit on the skinnier side. His penis was so much smoother than a cheetah, much longer, too. As I gazed at the slick, tapering length pointing lazily into the air above me, Turavak forced it to lift up, smacking against his body as if to show off his length. It reached all the way to the starting tip of his sternum, an impressive length indeed, before falling back into position, flicking strings of precum as it bounced into settling. He huffed, clearly on edge and ready to burst at any moment. I smiled up at his grimacing face. A creature as large and gentle as this was going to require a different approach from what my tribemates had taught me. If I was going to fit that thing inside, I was going to have to find a way to take it at a steady pace, letting myself stretch out to accept more of him until I was as far as I could go.

My mouth gaped open, an idea forming in my mind as I lay on my back against the hard, stone floor. All my life, I was forced into mating. Every position I took, I was meant to stay still and just accept whatever came to me. What I hadn't considered was that this time I had to take control.

I stood up and looked sternly at the beast above me. "Lay on your back." I waved my finger around in a circle, gesturing for him to follow.

Turavak cocked his head, puzzled for a moment. His eyes flicked from the ground to me, widening as he began to understand. He did as he was told, flopping over onto his side and rolling onto his back, shuffling his wings to splay them over the ground comfortably. He looked like a dog playing dead, but his throbbing erection and excited smile belied how alive he was feeling.

I grinned, moving around his wing to clamber onto his chest. I sat facing his tail, seeing it swish across the ground as his penis rose above me. I reached up, needing to lift myself with my legs to grasp his rod, dropping back down and pulling it with me. With the opening of his tip held directly in front of my face, I turned to smirk at Turavak's open-mouthed expression, his tongue writhing in his mouth. With a cheeky grin, I faced his penis again, opening my mouth and reaching out with my tongue to lick him.

I had only dragged my rough tongue over his erection twice before it began to tremble in my hands. "Oh..." Turavak moaned as his length pulsed to release a small squirt of clear liquid into my mouth. I gulped it down happily, relishing how it quenched the thirst which I had developed from all the climbing and running I'd been doing. I wanted to keep teasing him to get a good drink from his precum, but I knew Turavak wasn't going to last much longer like this. He struggled to keep me steady on his chest, heavy pants pushing and pulling on his ribcage. His tail curled up to squeeze in on itself, distracting him from reaching his climax.

My feline vagina was wet now, a patch of liquid arousal developing under me. It was hungry for this beast's seed, desperate to be filled for the first time. Drawing my face away, I gently pulled Turavak's penis down to aim it at my entrance.

The dragon groaned, his tail pressing tighter in on itself, his penis nearly slipping from my hand with contractions of his muscle. "Oh... I must warn you," he struggled to speak between stifled breaths. "...you may not have your climax first. I've been aroused for some time, and I..."

"Shh..." I turned around to smile at him, moving a hand up his chest to pat on his sternum. "Don't worry. Just let it out when you need to."

Turavak mumbled, nodding in response. I turned to focus my attention to his penis, the veins inside the otherwise smooth pink length bulging in anticipation. It was slick in my hand as it aimed between my legs, fresh precum dribbling from the opening to create a glistening wet sheen over the red tip. I licked my lips, clearing away the remnants of the clear liquid from my face. This was it, Turavak's humungous length poised to penetrate my sex. Another second of delay, and it might end up as a wasted mess on my body.

Sucking in a deep breath, I guided the tip of his penis into my opening, nearly squealing with delight as the warm flesh began its way into my passage. It was so pleasing to have his heat radiating from inside my own body, and I had only gotten a few inches as of yet. His penis was slightly arched, still more length to push inside before I had to start sliding myself down on it, if I even got that far.

Turavak's head writhed around on its snakelike neck behind me, his teeth clenching as he groaned and gasped. I could feel how he was contracting the muscles at the base of his penis, physically holding back the tide and causing his length to flex inside me. The poor dragon seemed to be in pain, but he didn't voice any complaints as I slowly pushed his penis inside, enjoying how it bulged and relaxed against my vaginal walls. I had gotten nearly up to my second nipple, feeling the pressure as his tip neared the end of my passage. Having gone as far as I could push it inside, it was time for me to start forcing myself down upon it.

I braced my feet against Turavak's waist, feeling the slight sway of his hips as he tried to stop himself from thrusting. Laying my hands back on his ribs, I looked down to watch as I moved myself down his length, feeling every inch as it grew larger inside my vagina. My insides clenched around him, an orgasm beginning to build within me. It was better than anything I had ever experienced before. He was so smooth going in, slick as it slid through my opening like a dream, overloading my senses with powerful feeling of pleasure. The warmth, the wetness, how completely it filled the space within me. It all built up until I couldn't take it anymore. I yelled out, my vagina spasming around his penis and squeezing it as the tip poked at my cervix.

Turavak let out a muffled cry, clenching his body and grinding his teeth together. He pulled his hips away from me as his hind legs curled up to hold back the release. Once my contractions had ceased and I began to think again, I felt slightly honoured that he would go through so much pain to save himself for me. He whispered trembling breaths, finally relaxing once the urge to ejaculate had been abated. His legs flopped back to the ground, exhausted pants causing his penis to thrust slightly in and out of my vagina.

"F... further." Turavak mumbled, his head laying back on the ground. "Kaliiri, please, I need you to go further."

I smirked as I braced myself again, but my amusement quickly faded when I thought about what he meant. His tip was already touching against my cervix, and he surely knew that. Any deeper, and he would push through that tight opening to enter my womb. My heart began to pound, my hands trembling as the lay against his chest, ready to push against him. How much of that could I take? How much of his seed could I handle?

A dreadful vision flashed across my mind. Me, lying with my belly burst open, mangled and dead from the sheer amount of the beast's seed which flooded my body. My quivering arms gave way, my body collapsing onto Turavak with his penis still inside as I fell. The dragon gasped, his head bolting upright to look at me, shaking with fear towards the massive rod waiting to deliver a death blow to my organs.

"I can't. I'm sorry, Turavak, I just can't." My eyes were tightly shut, my head shaking vigorously.

"Oh, my sweet Kaliiri..." He lowered his head to nuzzle my cheek, his rough scales ruffling my yellow spotted fur. "It's alright. You don't have to worry. It'll be a bit much, but I know you can handle it. You're a strong girl, and you always can stretch a bit." He lifted his head, returning it back to the floor. "Have faith in yourself, and we can get on with it."

Feeling my heart warmed by his confidence in me, my trembling began to subside. I was ready. Whatever happened, I knew I would survive. Turavak deserved to cum inside me. He had already spared my life from foolish sacrifice, took me into his home with a loving embrace, and now gave me the greatest orgasm of my life. It was the least I could do to properly relieve him of his pent-up arousal.

Using my feet to drag myself down his body, I felt the tip of his penis pressing against my cervix again. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. Turavak had somewhat softened from our break to revive my fervour, so I let him thrust gently inside me, feeling the walls of my vagina pushed apart as his penis stiffened. Taking a deep breath and bracing myself for the coming invasion of my womb, I forced myself down on his rod.

The tip slid effortlessly past the opening, drawing a gasp from the two of us as Turavak penetrated my virgin cervix. There was no pain, just a small shock to feel the warm rod pushing so far inside. I let out a stifled giggle. I was expecting a great sting from inside before my belly was aching from the flood, but to my amusement, I was experiencing a pleasure greater than I ever had before. Feeling his hard flesh so deep in my vagina was driving me to another orgasm. My passage was completely filled, Turavak's smooth and slick length free to move in and out with his thrusts. His limbs were braced against the floor, a low groan rising from the dragon as his hips pumped deeper and deeper into my uterus. The tip of his member poked the roof of my womb, which was the final trigger I needed to reach my second climax.

I squealed with delight, my back arching to push against his force as my vagina squeezed tightly around the dragon's throbbing penis. My legs quivered and buckled, landing my rump against Turavak's belly. My claws dug into his scales as I struggled to keep still while his thrusting grew more violent. He lifted his pelvis slightly into the air, thrusting downward into me as my orgasm dragged on. I held tight to his waist, gritting my teeth as his penis pressed into the walls of my uterus over and over again. He didn't let it slide out from the cervix, instead keeping it inside, prepared for whenever his release came.

I couldn't believe how well I was taking it. I felt nothing but pleasure from the stimulation of my entire body. The thrusts of his hips rocking mine, the way his size stretched my entrance apart to accept him, but not too much so as to be painful. It was a tingling sensation, just on the edge of becoming too much to bear. The widening of my cervix was a thrilling experience, too. His penis thrust in and out of there like it was a second vagina, opening up to a soft and elastic cavity, which was hungry to accept his love.

"Oh... oh...." Turavak moaned. "Kaliiri..." he groaned and panted. Glancing back, I saw his face scrunch up, his teeth bared and eyes firmly shut. I shifted my focus back to the pink rod which disappeared into me. The veins were visibly pulsing with blood, building up his strength for the release he had waited so long for. His downward thrusts began to slow, each one driving deeper than any of his quick humps did before. They pushed into the walls of my uterus, holding there for a moment before pulling back to do it again. I could almost feel myself stretching out ready for him, my body preparing for whatever he could produce.

"Nnng!" Turavak held back a yell, and gave one final thrust, pushing down hard against the roof of my uterus, nearly shuffling my other organs around. I shifted my hands to hold myself still against the weight he was bearing down upon me. I cried out in pleasure, letting my head fall back against his chest to watch, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, the dragon's expression as he finally had his long-awaited relief.

A torrent of hot seed spurted from his penis to settle in my womb. It splashed against the roof of my uterus, falling back to form a roiling pool inside my soft cavity. His penis throbbed with the ejaculation, allowing me to feel as his wet, pink length fed each spurt into me. Another wave came, warping the roof of my womb with the sheer force of its release, mingling with the previous load to completely flood my uterus with his cum. I gasped as a third ejaculation finally began to stretch out my womb. I could feel the bulge pushing against my organs, a thrilling sensation coupled with the ecstasy of his warm liquids which sent my mind wild with lust. It was so good. I could hear the cum squelching inside me as another spurt stirred up the growing pool. My toes curled, my tail swishing wildly and slapping against his penis, a sensation which I hoped would milk more cum from my mate. I could see his massive rod pulsating to flood me with another wave of his semen. The pressure in my belly began to intensify, but my pleasure only grew alongside it. I was writhing in joy, even as my belly ached with every movement.

Turavak kept pumping his loads inside me, grunting and gasping with the effort of each spurt until his great draconic testicles couldn't produce any more. My belly had bulged slightly, bloated with the incredible quantity of cum he was able to flood my uterus with. There was an immense amount of pressure churning my insides and aching my belly, but I was far too overtaken by blinding love to care about it. This dragon had done nothing but give to me, even when I came to make a foolish attempt to take his life from him. Yet here I was, lying on his belly, my uterus filled with Turavak's seed. It was the first time I truly experienced love, but I found it in the most unlikely of creatures.

The dragon exhaled sharply, his pelvis collapsing to the floor and nearly pulling his penis out with the motion. My hands darted between my legs, clutching his thick rod to hold it inside. I leaned back, looking up Turavak's powerful chest to smile warmly into his eyes. He lifted his head and returned the gesture, gazing lovingly at me with those deep, green eyes of his piercing the fading light.

"See, my sweetheart? I knew you'd be fine, and I must say, I've had a wonderful time."

I chuckled at his compliment, in addition to his ability to continue rhyming even after such exhausting relief which left him panting for breath. "Mmm," I mumbled, gathering the confidence to return a compliment. "I love it." I finally managed, looking down at my belly. "It's so warm."

"And your womb is so soft, so welcoming, my sweet. The chance to experience it has really been a treat."

I looked back at him, my eyes half closed as the exhaustion turned to tiredness. "Can we do it again sometime?"

Turavak's forearms came up to rest against me, wrapping around me like a blanket. His fingers were delicate as they touched my belly, laying against me gently in my sensitive area. His head rose to lie against his own chest, his chin rustling my whiskers. "I love you, Kaliiri, so of course we can, but I'd like you to stay here, living with me."

I couldn't help but purr, all wrapped up in his embrace as the sky darkened outside, leaving us in the pitch black of the cave, our glowing eyes floating in the shadows, gazing at each other. I reached out to stroke his chin, feeling the hard jaw underneath his blue scales. I took a moment to think of a response, a smirk appearing at the corner of my lip. "I love you too, Turavak. Living with you here would be just my good luck."

A chortle rose from the dragon's throat. He nuzzled roughly against my face, drawing a giggle from my aching belly. His penis had long since left my body, but my cervix held tight to keep his seed safely inside. I had to clench a bit to avoid spilling, but the motion of my giggle caused a lapse in my grip, and a small amount of thick, sticky liquid dribbled into my vagina. I tightened my cervix with a gasp. I didn't want this to ever leave me. I had his warmth inside and out, which was something none of the cheetahs could ever give me, not in terms of love or load. Everything about Turavak was more, and more of all the right things to make me fall madly in love with him. He had the heart and the passion I had been lacking so much in my life, and all I wanted was to keep that inside me forever.

Nothing left to say, we both lay silently together. I listened to his quiet but deep draconic heartbeats, felt his warm breath wash over me as his chest rose and fell. Lost in his embrace, I lay my head to the side and purred into his body. The dark of the night shrouded us in a cosy blanket, our bodies enough to keep each other warm as we drifted off happily to sleep together.