Mounted by a female
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I had one art left with an artist I worked on multiple arts with, and I decided to gift it to a friend who likes femdom as much as I do. Because of how awesome the art turned like, I decided to write a story inspired by it because why not ^^
Description: Doravar, a young and proud dragon who believes himself above the weaker, opposite gender, undertakes a quest to further prove his superiority to his sister. But the older and more experienced dragoness he encounters not only shows him the fallacy of his youthful brashness, but also teaches him the great pleasure that is to be found in the union of their genders.
Doravar(C) belongs to me
Kalinth(c) belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dragonwise/
Artwork is done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/greydragonoftheno...
***Mounted by a female***
He shouldn't have been here. Not alone. Not because of a challenge aimed only at irritating his sister.
And yet, Doravar's pride still carried him days away from his home territory, on the fringes of Kalinth's lands, down in the shattered vale. The rugged, lifeless terrain that crumbled beneath Doravar's paws mirrored the fabled harshness of its owner. Young, reckless females were said to have paid with their life for slighting the older, lone dragoness. Males in search of a territory chose the harsh winds howling through the Crimson Peaks than risk making their presence known, and even the scarred, battle-hardened dragons who might have wanted to share in their loneliness with her preferred the icy, desolate lands sprawling to the sides of the shattered vale.
Doravar believed in none of those tales, until he found her strong scent imprinted at the base of a dried tree that provided the only shade in the imposing canyon. His lips immediately pulled up, wrinkling into a deep snarl from its tart, musky touch. She smelled of everything his sister said, of bottled frustrations, anger and festering solitude, the prickly sharpness almost stinging his nostrils.
But instead of turning away, his head lingered above the roots sunken deep within the rock, held in place by the invisible fetters of lust. No matter the stories he had heard, and regardless of the pungent odor that should have repelled him, Doravar's cock couldn't help but grow at the prospect of entering his first dragoness. His mind swam with the endless possibilities of him being the one to finally quell her raging fire, abolishing all of his fears and worries while stoking the urgency to find the very dragoness that many cowered from.
"I can best her," Doravar said, licking his snout to wrestle himself free of the potency of her aroma. "I can best any female."
Irrational as it now sounded, Doravar clung to the same askew philosophy that brought him here in search of the most perilous creature he ever encountered. He barely made it out of the undulating corridors of the canyon before her distant, distinctly feminine voice called to him from its top.
"Violet hues. An interesting shade of color, whelp. You could have been mine, had your cowardly father stayed with me in the lowlands. But perhaps that is for the best."
Doravar froze. His father had never told him of Kalinth, let alone of a possible friendship or feud he must have had with her.
"Why would somebody stay with you in the least desirable territory, at the side of a bloodthirsty zragr?"
Kalinth cocked her head at the insult, more intrigued than offended with an insult as old as the ancient tongue itself. "That is all that your family recalls of your proud heritage? The insults?"
"We didn't flee!" Doravar roared at her, his claws digging into the parched soil, wings tense in anticipation of ridding these lands of a pest who no longer had a place in the current world. "What is a territory without its prey? What is a den without its dragon? We chose to preserve that which matters most: ourselves."
Kalinth did not respond. She simply jumped into the canyon, spreading her impressive, light blue wings at the last possible moment to sail and alight right in front of Doravar.
"Why would you be scared for me, little skink?" Kalinth playfully warbled, circling him like a predator studying its prey. "If I crashed and broke myself upon the rocks, you could take this tale of how you fell me from the sky back home."
"It...it wouldn't be the truth," Doravar said, stepping away from her, now that his heart again settled in his chest from the surprisingly unnerving dive he witnessed.
"You don't care for the truth, otherwise you wouldn't be here."
The haughty way with which she spoke and pranced about convinced Doravar that she deserved none of his pity. She was an old, weathered thing who at least deserved one final, glorious battle before being driven away for good.
"Leave while you still have your wings. That is the only warning you'll get."
Doravar did not give her the same courtesy. He immediately lunged at her, intent on using his superior strength to topple her and put at end to this before it even began. Fluid as an eel, the dragoness simply leaped out of the way, keeping her wings tight against her body as she evaded his tail swipe and whipped him across the neck with her own tail when he snapped at her neck.
"You didn't fight dragons, whelp. You played with them."
It became painfully clear to Doravar that the stories of Kalinth were not exaggerated as far as her combat skills were concerned. She masterfully dodged and blocked every one of Doravar's attacks, all while playfully striking him with the soft pads of a paw or the smooth membrane of a wing, not at all concerned that he might cut right through those pristine sails.
"Don't take to the skies," Kalinth warned when Doravar prepared to do just that. "You will only humiliate yourself further."
His blood roiling, Doravar growled and resumed his ceaseless attacks, employing the very same moves and tactics that had bested his sister over and over again. But this time, it was him who ended on his back, with his neck squeezed tight by her too sharp fangs.
"Mrrrrh," Kalinth growled, the ominous sound amplified by the increasing tightness of her grip.
Her forepaws pressed on his forelegs, claws biting deep through his scales to reduce his movement. Her hindquarters straddled his lower belly, and her tail coiled around his to keep it completely at her mercy.
No. He wouldn't yield. Not to her.
Suddenly, the thunder in Kalinth's throat stopped, giving way to a soft, playful purr. Her hindquarters began to wiggle against him, her nether lips kissing him repeatedly, her hold on her neck lessening. The more the pain subsided, the greater the sensations down below became. Throb by unwanted, unneeded throb, Doravar grew, the stimulation of his virgin member caring little for whoever was on top.
"Grraaaah!" Doravar squirmed and thrashed, but Kalinth's wings batted away his strikes, and her body remained atop him no matter what he did.
When his member grew big enough to poke out of his slit and enter Kalinth, Doravar's attempts at escape suddenly stilled, and so did Kalinth's clutch on his neck.
"First time inside a female?"
Her playful warble was jarring to Doravar's ears, as were her taunting licks across the very wound she created. He wished for nothing more than to bite into her throat and tear it open, but his very body betrayed him. The harder and longer he grew, the more overpowering the immense pleasure coursing through him became, until all he could do was close his eyes and focus on holding his seed from bursting forth into Kalinth.
"You can try, but you won't succeed," Kalinth sang, nuzzling and placing a most insulting lick across his nostrils, an area reserved only to his future mate. "You will forget the stories. You will forget why you are here. You won't even care that I bested you, for everything fades away when you are inside a female."
Her hips began to slowly move like the waves of the sea, pushing his cock deeper into her, then lifting herself only a little, so that her fleshy lips retreated from the taut, overly sensitive ridges lining his base. Having never been inside a female, Doravar squeezed his eyes tight and clenched his jaws as hard as he could, wishing to give her no whimper, no roar, no sound of submission to her whims.
And yet, she was so warm, her rhythm so suave, her depths so soft and pleasant to his member. Sporadic shudders coursed through her, the contractions too much to his swollen spaded tip that bloated with unspent seed. Her nether lips teased his ridges far too frequently and often, continuously swallowing and spitting them out moist with her juices. And her tongue...the way she licked him proved irresistible to Doravar who, against all his efforts, cried out a pathetic whimper as he broke loose inside her.
"Mrr...mrrah....mraaaaahhhh," Doravar whined between the overwhelming pulses of his rock-hard shaft. Fully hilted inside her, with her muscles clamping down on him, his seed spurted out of him in thick, rich lances, each of them stronger and more demanding than the previous. They chipped away at his sanity, making him lose himself in a realm different than the physical one, where his union with this dragoness was all that mattered.
"Ra...raaaaah," Doravar mewled as the intensity of that outlandish feeling began to die down, his breath finally beginning to return to him. With foggy, tear-drenched eyes from his climax, he looked down at Kalinth, and at how his first, abundant seed flowed out of her and marred their underbelly scales.
"Mmmmm," Kalinth hummed, slowly riding away the last of his seed from him. "You will see things differently, now that you have mated. Perhaps you might even stay with me and learn the truth behind those ridiculous stories."
She paused to lick his snout yet again, much to Doravar's grumbling disapproval.
"Or you can leave and brag to whoever challenged you to come here and revel in the falsehood of whatever story you choose to tell them or yourself. After all, it is mighty unnatural for a female to mount the male, mrrr?"
***THE END***
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