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This story is self-contained and can be read alone. (2,777 words) Rating: Explicit M/F. No adorable hatchling shenanigans here, and no romance either. Just sex.

Terminology: A drake is a male dragon, a drakka is a female dragon, and drakken is the collective term for the species. The human equivalents would be man, woman, and humans. Drak is a gender neutral honorific, the combined equivalent to sir or ma'am.

Galon was walking down the street, the pouches of his flight harness stuffed full with various groceries he had just purchased. He was stocking up the kitchen, an activity which was his weekly responsibility. This time he had bought so much food that he couldn't fly and had to walk, but fortunately he lived within a short distance of the grocery store.

Just as Galon was turning the corner which would lead to his house, another dragon ran into him and nearly knocked him off his feet. The collision almost dislodged a pouch from his flight harness frame, scattering several cans of food onto the ground. "Oh, sorry! Excuse me!" Galon said immediately.

The person he had just collided with was an azure-scaled drakka who wasn't wearing a flight harness. Age-wise she appeared similar to Galon--somewhat on the border between young adult and middle age. "Hi there. Excuse you, indeed," replied the drakka. She picked up the cans which had fallen out of Galon's harness, but instead of handing them back to him, she walked right up to him and started putting them back into the underwing pouch they had fallen from. "I'm sorry about that. I'm just feeling a bit distracted today."

"No harm done," Galon insisted, as he watched the drakka slip his cans back into his flight harness. She had just sauntered into his personal space without even waiting for an invitation, but he made no move to step away.

"There we go. I hope none of these cans are damaged," said the drakka. Her name was Zilarin, not that Galon had bothered to ask. She placed the last can back into its place and patted the pouch, then her paw slipped and she patted his side a few times. "I am so very sorry about the collision."

"It's... nothing," Galon tried to say, as he was increasingly becoming bewitched by the female standing so close to him. Her scales were a beautiful azure colour--almost sky-blue--and with such a close-up view he could see that there were faint streaks running down her side; stripes where the azure mixed with the faintest tinge of green to become cyan. She was definitely standing too close. Even his friends wouldn't stand so close.

"Perhaps there is something I can do to make it up to you...?" offered Zilarin. She turned around and gently leaned against Galon, her scales rubbing against his, and then she strolled forwards a few steps. Her tail just so happened to slip to the side as she walked, and the drake was treated to a good glimpse at her genital slit.

Galon had to concentrate his very hardest on clenching down the muscles of his own genital slit, or he would have immediately gotten erect right there and then on the street. This action was made all the more difficult when Zilarin's tail snaked between his legs and lightly brushed against his underbelly. "What... what are you proposing?" he asked, his neck frill rising up without him thinking about it.

Zilarin smiled, and she let out a soft rumble that might have been a purr. "Rrr... Just a little friendly transaction. You scratch my back, I scratch yours; or maybe we both scratch each other's backs at once. I've got an inch inside me which needs scratching, one that can only be satisfied by someone exactly like you."

Galon could hardly miss the innuendo, especially when his nose picked up a subtle scent in the air which any adult male dragon could instantly recognize--a warm, earthy smell which resembled a spice. He blinked and turned his head away, repeatedly taking deep breaths to clear his nose. Not because this was an unpleasant smell in any way at all, but because if he kept breathing in that scent there would be absolutely no way he avoided becoming very much erect within the next few seconds. "I, uh, need to pick up my daughter from school soon"

"Soon is not right now. Surely you can spare a moment to let me apologize for my clumsiness?"

"Well, as long as we're quick," Galon told her, and Zilarin nodded her head.

"Lead the way, then."

They stopped at the front door, and Galon sat back on his haunches to take his house key out of his flight harness.

"You're already carrying so many groceries. Why don't you let me?" suggested Zilarin. She leaned around Galon to reach his other side, where he had been trying to take his key out of a harness pouch. It was obvious that she was trying to get as much physical contact with him as was possible, and Galon finally couldn't hold it in any longer. His genital slit had been budging as his phallus furiously tried to engorge with blood, and now when the azure-scaled drakka bumped against him and rubbed his front, the tip of penis slipped out from between his clenched muscles. "Oops," she muttered. Her paw was on his length immediately--she wrapped her grip around his flesh and casually teased out even more of his length.

Galon's phallus was a yellowish-brown colour, darker than the rest of his golden-coloured scales, and now he found this intimate part of himself increasing becoming exposed. "Not on the street!" he hurriedly whispered to her. The street was currently empty, but that didn't mean that one of the neighbours or a passer-by couldn't come at any moment and see what they were doing.

Thankfully Zilarin dropped her paw and instead took his key from the pouch she'd been reaching towards. She unlocked the front door and strolled into the house without waiting to be invited. Galon followed behind her quickly, and pushed the door shut behind him.

The moment the door shut, they were all over each other. Zilarin practically jumped at him. Her muzzle was pressed into his, and her tongue forced its way past his lips and entwined with his as they tasted each other. Galon eagerly reciprocated her kiss, and the two of them moaned softly. "Sorry, I'm a bit overly enthusiastic. Seems like you are too," Zilarin murmured. Her paw slipped down low again and grasped Galon's phallus, which'd had no chance to get soft at all in the few seconds since it had last been caressed. "You must be very pent up."

"It's my mate's fault. She... refused to let me orgasm for the past two weeks, no matter how much I asked," Galon replied.

"Your mate denied you for so long? How cruel of her," agreed Zilarin. She pulled the release catches on Galon's flight harness, and his gear slipped off his shoulders.

Now that his harness had been removed, Galon wrapped his tail tip around the gear and tried to pull it into the kitchen. But then Zilarin turned around, bent down on her forelimbs, and raised her tail. The sight was so distracting that Galon walked into a wall. The drake shook his head and rubbed his nose.

"You're in heat now, aren't you?" he asked, trying to confirm the scent which he could clearly smell. Zilarin's pheromones were turned up to maximum, broadcasting her fertility to him--even being near her made Galon's hearts pound in his chest.

"I am. Hurry up and mount me." Zilarin waved her hips from side to side, and Galon's head tracked the motion. He couldn't resist--the groceries should have been placed in the icebox to make sure they didn't get warm, but he was unbelievable distracted at the moment.

They at least managed to make it to the bedroom. Zilarin flopped down on the bed and spread her legs. Galon leaned down and placed his paws on her thighs, then he started licking at her. His tongue slipped over her slit and he could taste her arousal; it wasn't an inherently pleasant taste, but she was warm and wet and slick.

"Neergh... Not enough... Today is not the day for a slow start," Zilarin groaned, her words slurred by arousal. She reached down and pulled Galon upwards so that they were chest to chest. His phallus lined up neatly with her genital slit, and the drake didn't hesitate. The first penetrating stroke was indescribably pleasurable. Both dragons moaned as he slid into her, sensitive flesh smoothly rubbing against sensitive flesh, like a key sliding into a lock.

"That feels good. That feels very good." Galon had no opportunity to take things slow. As he began to rock in and out of her, Zilarin eagerly met his motion. The speed of the coupling rapidly accelerated as passion overwhelmed them both. It was raw, desperate, and charged with sexual energy.

Within the first minute their rhythm had reached a tempo which could not be sustained for much long. Zilarin's mind was clouded by the surge of hormones created by her body's oestrous cycle, and her pheromones pushed Galon to a similar level of arousal. The end result wouldn't take long. Zilarin's wings had been spread open as she lay on her back, but now she curled them upwards to pull Galon close to her. Her tail entwined with his, gently encouraging his thrusts to go deeper and deeper.

"You're... you're in heat," Galon managed to stammer, as pleasure flooded his senses. "If I remain within you..." He didn't need to complete the sentence. They weren't inexperienced adolescents who ignorant of sexuality. Both of them knew exactly what could happen if he ejaculated inside her--an egg.

Zilarin's eyes were closed, but her face was scrunched up from the intensity of the sensations. "Oo, oh... Just a bit longer. A few more minutes..." she moaned, as she felt her orgasm building like a wave. Saying, a few more minutes, was probably an exaggeration--she doubted that it would take that long for her to reach climax. But then again, the drake who was mounting her almost certainly couldn't hold on for much longer either.

Galon was doing his best to ignore the pleasure and resist his ejaculation. After two weeks without getting a release, it was impressive that he hadn't orgasmed at the very first moment of penetration. Every stroke in and out sent his pleasure surging higher and higher, yet he still tried to last as long as he could to try and give his partner her satisfaction. But try as he might, he was closer to orgasm than she was.

Zilarin could tell that her partner was getting so very close to release. His gaze was distant and his moans were becoming less restrained and more desperate with every thrust. He was a cannon that had been loaded and primed, and now all she had to do was light the fuse. Her paws ran over Galon's chest, rubbing him and massaging his scales as her wings wrapped around him to pull him close. Then she licked his neck and started moaning softly into his ear, letting him know exactly how good he was making her feel. "Oh... You feel so good. Yes... Just like that."

Galon's body tensed up as he felt himself slipping on the edge of orgasm. "I'm... I'm there!" He tried to hold off for one last second and pull out, but Zilarin gave him no respite. The drakka used her tail to pull him close and force him to fully penetrate her. All it took was a few seconds, and then there was no turning back. Blood surged into his groin, pumping into the bulge at the base of his phallus and inflating his knot so that he was locked into her.

"Aahhhh, hah..." Galon moaned. It was still physically possible for him to pull out, if he really tried, but his mental willpower had slipped away. Even if Zilarin had released her wings and tail, he wouldn't have pulled away. His mind was blanked off and occupied only by that deep, primal desire to continue this mating to its impending conclusion. That squeezing sensation on his knot was the signal to his body that he was penetrating deep into a female. Now the fuse had been lit and it was quickly burning away--in this singular instant he was nothing more than an animal following biological imperative. Glands and vesicles within his underbelly swelled with fluid as pressure and pleasure built up to overwhelming levels. His ejaculation was imminent; there was no stopping it now.

Zilarin moaned as she felt Galon's knot swell inside her slit. "Yes... Put an egg inside me," she murmured. Her muscles clenched down at the sudden stretching, tightening her grip around Galon's erection to ensure that he would not slip out. She wanted to feel his seed shooting into her virile egg chamber, offering them both the chance of a child. And then he did.

"Ok, I'll try... Rawrrrrowww!" Galon let out a long roar of pleasure that dragged into a howl. His whole body trembled, shaking as he unleashed all his pent up seed into her. Again and again he shot semen deep into her, his muscles tensing over and over to give up all his stored lust.

Zilarin shuddered against him as her own orgasm washed over her body, set off by that deeply satisfying feeling of Galon's warm length twitching inside her most intimate of regions. Her rhythmic contractions synced up with his until they were both moaning together. Every time she clenched down on his knot he would tense up and spurt another jet of semen into her, and feeling his phallus twitch made her clench up again; over and over again as their orgasms fed each other. The pleasure seemed to spread and echo between them as they fulfilled a simple, passionate desire. It went on and on, not that time had any meaning to either of their blissful, lust-addled minds.

Finally Galon felt his pleasure being to wane as his internal testicles depleted all their fluids. His phallus twitched a few more times, and then he slumped down against Zilarin, who was also coming down from her high. Both of them were exhausted and drained, but the afterglow was incredibly satisfying.

Zilarin could feel Galon's phallus slowly shrink down and retract, slipping out of her slit even though he was simply lying flat against her and resting his weight on her. Eventually his penis returned entirely into his slit, but neither of the dragons moved or said anything. On a silent, mutual agreement they started to groom each other, licking the other's neck and cleaning their scales.

After a few minutes, Galon took a deep breath and glanced to the clock mounted on the wall. "So should I go pick Jarzyl up from school while you cook lunch, or do you want to swap?" he asked.

Zilarin licked her mate's neck a few more times, then she hummed in pleasure. "I'll pick her up; you're better at cooking. Just let me wash up and apply some deodorant to cover my scent."

"You'd better! You smell damn good, you know that? When you ran up into me out on the street, you made my head spin. I could hardly even think straight," Galon mumbled.

"That was the plan. When I saw you coming down the street I just couldn't resist coming to give you a... friendly welcome home. I've missed you."

"You last saw me yesterday! Hardly a long separation."

"It might have been an eternity--after all this time wondering when my heat would come, and when it finally arrived, I get home from work to find you'd gone out."

Galon licked Zilarin on her neck. "You might be in heat now, but I've been feeling pent up for the last two weeks, thanks to you."

Zilarin grinned naughtily, and her expression made a shudder run down Galon's neck. "We're going to make up for that. I've taken leave from work for the next two weeks, until my heat cycle ends, and we're going to have a lot of fun together. I promise you that, my love."

"And I love you too, my gorgeous mate," Galon replied.

The two dragons rolled to their feet, and some bodily fluid dripped out onto the bed from both of their genital slits. "Might have to change the bed sheet first," Galon muttered. "Do you think we'll get lucky this time?" he wondered.

Zilarin made an uncertain gesture, shrugging her shoulders and making her wings bob up and down. Dragons reproduced slowly, and even mating a drakka in heat was no guarantee of an egg. "We'll give it our best shot. If we can get Jarzyl to take a nap, let's try again after lunch."

"Sounds like a good plan."

END