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The black dragoness basked on her sunning rock, grey belly plates pressed into the earthen surface. One could tell it was _her_spot by the way the rock had been worn in to cradle her majestic black bulk quite comfortably and she guarded it with a bit of a jealous flare. Normally the green-eyed female would relax and lounge but, after having chased off a grey wyvern sniffing around her basking spot, she was more wary today. He hadn't gone, just retreated some distance away nosing around for more of her scent.

Dracasis knew what he wanted; she was in heat and he was looking to get lucky. And she had no intention of giving him her brood. He was a big drake, easily her size but a bit lighter in weight with fewer limbs to carry around. It'd be a heck of a fight if he tried anything but, luckily, her territory wasn't what he was interested in. He circled wide around her, crawling about on folded wing limbs, head low so as not to engage her.

The big beast stepped in behind her, attempting a mount but she just hissed and shook him off, causing the brazen male to flounder a dragonlength back. He lowered himself to the ground and warbled back, his frills flared, flexing, showing off his energy, youthful vigor and_enthusiasm_ but she just flicked her tail back and forth, paying him no mind.

When those massive wing paws lifted and spread out, displaying the vivid swirl pattern upon them, she couldn't help but take notice. A vibrant guttural call reverberated from his throat. She didn't understand him but still knew what it meant and rebuked his desire. When that didn't work, he flopped back down on all four limbs and resumed stalking around her.

One more try to crawl up the full feral rump of hers earned him a nip on his wing- not enough to draw blood but enough that he got the hint and threw himself up into the air to get away from those jaws. She had expected that would be the end of it but, instead, he simply began circling around her, swinging through the air like a reptilian kite in an elaborate pattern. It was, again, hard not to be distracted by his aerial acrobatics; an upward twirl, a swooping figure eight, a lavish, energetic hop from tree to tree.

Nothing seemed to appease her.

The last tree he landed upon bent heavily under the weight of the beast as he laid there and barked another call at her but the black dragoness was having none of it, just turning her head from resting on one paw to the other. The snap and groan of a few twigs as he took flight had her eyes flick in his direction, watching him turn and dive off, seemingly distracted by something. Finally, she thought, taking a deep breath and letting it out in a puff as she closed her eyes to relax.

It was only a brief reprieve however when the sound of all-too familiar wing beats returned. The black broodmother lifted herself off the rock and stood; if he wasn't going to leave her alone, perhaps it was time she found somewhere else to reside. Readying herself to take flight when he landed, something gave her pause. There was something red and _squirming_in his maw.

Still keeping himself low despite her raised posture, he approached her with an offering between his teeth. There, dangling with its tail and half a hind leg trapped within the wyvern's carefully gripping jaws wriggled a crimson and gold dergling. It was an adult too, full grown at about the same size as a medium wolf and, she sniffed, male as well. The broodmother licked her lips. Derglings were hard as bones to catch. She had no idea how this wyvern had managed to do it... It would be a lie to say she wasn't a little impressed, and maybe a little interested in him now.

Instead of taking flight, the large dragoness crouched and hopped off her basking stone, closing a bit of the distance between them. The small creature wiggled helplessly, its tiny forepaws trying to push and pry the impressive jaws off from around itself. But Komyeta, the wyvern, hardly paid the small creature any mind, his emerald orbs locked on the approaching female. Just when the red creature felt it might be making progress, its captor just slid his tongue under the tiny beast's thigh and gave a little head jerk to bring him right back into that slimy feral maw.

He had the dragoness' attention now.

She'd moved in toward him, lowering her own head to sniff in his direction. The wyvern was certainly male and certainly ready to_breed_, her green eyes taking stock of the peeking tip of his still soft tapered head already eager for her. The dragoness closed the distance between them slowly but he would only let her get so close, stepping back to keep her from getting within thieving range of the wriggling little snackdragon. It was clearly an offering but he wasn't going to give it to her for nothing it seemed.

Failing to flail his way out of this, the golden bellied treat resorted to just flapping its wings madly. The strokes were wild and ineffective at flight but they bapped the wyvern's snout several times as it tried to get away. This left Komyeta in a bit of an awkward position of trying to keep his tribute intact while keeping an eye on the dragoness he was attempting to seduce. The black broodmother had managed to sneak her way in close to his chest, forcing the big male up to balance on his hind legs with a flappy mouthful held above her head out of reach.

She crawled up against his flank, using her greater bulk to try and weigh him down while attempting to get at the tasty creature. The big wyvern's slender grey tongue had managed to snake out and grapple one wing but the other was still beating at the air. A little hop gave her a chance to catch that flailing wing. Ashtalon, the dergling, now found itself in a tug of war between two great toothy jaws, coated and licked all over with saliva and in a worse position than before!

The tiny red drake tugged at his helpless wing while the dark dragoness pursed her lips around it, riding her tongue all along its surface. Derglings had such a delightfully unique taste to them. To most creatures, the flavor of cinnamon was repugnant but, to a few, it was a pleasing delight to be savored. She didn't want to damage the creature; the taste of blood would spoil the divine sweetness. Instead, she stroked her tongue across its delicate wing membranes while Komyeta tug-tugged, trying to free his offering from the other carnivorous jaws.

He might claim victory but only because she let the little beast go, its wing now soaked in dragon drool and a little sore from all the voracious activity it had been through. No longer keen on trying that again, the red dergling folded his wings as best it could in its current predicament. Now back in control of the situation, the grey wyvern fell back to all four limbs, head still raised out of reach and gruffed at the black dragoness. She didn't retreat this time, just licking her chops at the opportunity just dangling there.

Or rather opportunities, she corrected, noticing the peeking tip of wyvern shaft was much more than just a peek now.

Once more he began circling her and, for the first time since he'd started courting her, the black dragoness didn't rebuke his advances. She had an alluring scent, one that had put a fire in his blood since the moment he caught wind of it. Broodmothers were certainly a lot of work, not only to impress but to maintain considering the size of their clutches. He had his work cut out for him if this ended the way he hoped but, judging by the string of sticky precum falling from his barb-ridged shaft, he must have thought it was worth it.

Behind and out of range of a single strike, that angular frilled head dipped below the horizon line of her haunches, taking a look at his prize. Her belly was grey like his but with an obvious dolphin-like blush around her pink nethers that called out to the fact that she was in season. That thick tail flicked slightly, firm egg-bearing haunches ready to take a good breeding too. He'd have given her a lick but there was a squirming mealdragon in the way. The burly feral stepped forward headbutting her tailbase with another gruff from his throat.

Dracasis knew what he wanted and knew she wasn't going to get what she wanted without lifting her tail first. She had not intended to fuck a wyvern today but her belly wanted that cinnamon snackdragon and was willing to give up her other end to get it. The green-eyed female bawked back at him, flicking her tail in just such a way as to run it across his neck and cheek in the process. Feeling those little paws try to grab at her thick hind appendage futilely before it passed up out of reach made her grin.

Finally, after an hour of presenting himself as the strong healthy studwyvern he was, she'd finally raised her tail to him. The frisky drake leaned in, brushing his snout against the broodhen's gender, inhaling her pheromone rich scent deeply. The snackdragon ended up having its whole head rubbed against the large female's heat stricken sex in the process. Now fully aroused, the burly wyvern stood back up to mount his prize hen, taking the nectar soaked dergling with him.

She might be a different species but a broodmother's call to breed could arouse any species with their potent scent. Poor Ashtalon found himself wriggling in even more of a predicament as the slender flush-red girth of his shaft soon found itself unexpectedly rubbing against a predator's tongue as he was jostled about. The intoxicating pheromones helped pacify the tiny creature somewhat too, forced to breathe in the heady exotic scent of sex quite liberally with each quickened breath.

It gave Komyeta a moment of peace as he mounted the dragoness. She stood there, a strong healthy hen ready to bear him a clutch. At least... if he could figure out how to mount her. The species difference was more apparent now with her wings too high up, the big bull trying to climb on while also over her... and... between... Dracasis huffed, tingling a little in both excitement and hunger. She didn't have to help him but the sooner he got comfortable the sooner she could have her treat.

She felt his wet penis rubbing around her nethers, blindly trying to find the soft spot between her hinds. His quest to enter her distracted the green-eyed male long enough for her to curve her agile neck back and grab the little dergling's head between her lips. Suddenly engulfed in darkness, the gold-bellied beasty flailed, catching her startled partner's attention.

His pause gave her just enough time to shift her haunches and, with a little push of those child-bearing hips, gave that pointed tip a_kiss_. Instinct alone caused him to buck forward, quickly burying half that bristling, nubby cock into her warm channel in one pussy stretching motion. With the opportunity seized, he leaned in more slowly for the rest, forcing those receptive folds open inch by delicious inch, wedging that eager spire into her lush, swollen sex.

The midnight dragoness had to be careful with those powerful jaws and dangerous teeth, cradling the snackdragon as the burly male stuffed himself further and further under her tail, cramming more and more of himself into her snug vent until, with a soft puff, she felt his tip dimple in against her egg gate. It might have taken quite a bit to impress her up until this point but at least she wasn't disappointed with the sore aching throb having her pussy stretched over his filling girth like this caused.

She almost bit the poor dergling at the intense sensation as he drew back too, those soft stimulating barbed nubs groping her insides in a way that made her belly quiver with delight. Or maybe it was just rumbling and being empty... A little focus on this delicious dergling on her tongue might help distract her from the vicious fucking she was about to get.

The big black nipped forward, nibbling up another few inches of the snackdragon the big wyvern was holding. Komyeta didn't stop her from taking more of her meal but didn't release it to her either. Honestly, he was enjoying the flavor of this little beasty too. A regular rub of his tongue against that coerced erection was slathering a line of precum on his taste buds; the flavor almost sweet along with the cinnamon, like a basting glaze. He wasn't going to stop her from devouring the little thing- it was the price for getting to stuff his full-blooded girth to the hilt under this deceptively fertile tail, but he'd let her work for it while he took his time enjoying her vent.

Ashtalon was already a mouthful just up to the shoulders and the angle she was trying to swallow him at didn't do her any favors either. His struggles were notably weaker, exhausted and horribly aroused, his little forepaws trying to grip her snout or the back of her jaw past her teeth but no amount of effort was going to stop him from being shoved down that gaping, squishy tunnel at the back of her throat. Her tongue slathered all over his body too, the feeling unusually arousing as it caressed behind his horns and across his throat, petting him in a way that might be soothing in other circumstances... A bit of oral attention along his belly plates caused the poor thing to lose focus long enough that his grip on her jaw faulted, allowing more of his tiny form to slip towards its inevitable end.

And all this happening during the jarring impacts of two breeding ferals. Komyeta might have two fewer limbs than his heftier hen but that just meant the two hind legs he have could provide that much more concentrated power to fuck her with. Which he had no issue putting to full use, driving himself deep into her unprotected sex to scratch that itch in her belly with his prickly girth. Her soft pink walls took him to the hilt with each shove forward, the frisky male using his barbed nubs to encourage her womb to be as liberal as possible with the number of chicks it was willing to give up.

She might have been more wary of how well he was stimulating her ovaries, tickling those eggmakers into give up their prizes in droves, but the little feral snackdragon he was feeding her did a good job distracting her during the breeding. Ashtalon helped keep her mind on satisfying the hunger in her belly while Komyeta worked on filling up her belly from the other end at the same time. She couldn't swallow on her own in this posture but, as the frilly male got closer and closer to his release, the more and more he helped push the red dergling down her throat. Her jaw was open wide, curved teeth doing little more than keeping it from squirming back out as the lump of dergling meat in her neck grew sizably.

Her tongue couldn't get enough of him either, roaming all over the helpless little creature's body until her tongue met her stud's between the tiny male's hinds. For a moment, the two beasts wrestled over the savory shaft before Komyeta had to relent, releasing the little beast's hind quarters so he could concentrate on other things. Just in time too it seemed, the sensation the grey wyvern's dark tongue unwinding from his cock while a new slithered up in its place set the poor thing off, his hind legs wobbling weakly from the unexpected orgasm that ricocheted through his twitching form.

A slimy glaze of cum bathed the black dragoness maw in a delicious sweat treat that had her slathering his bobbing spire with eager attention. Gentle, demanding tugs milked the poor male which she promptly smeared the sweet smelling stuff all over his belly to extend the_embarrassing_ delight. For his part, Ashtalon's world had been reduced a complete, throbbing darkness. Inside the maw of a dragon, his pinned ears could hear her elevated heartbeat, wobbling back and forth in rhythm to their rutting as he dangled from her maw. The tight warm glove of her esophagus was like a fleshy sleeping bag that he was sliding further and further into.

He couldn't pull his limbs forward, fores tucked against his belly as his wings began slipping in to the snug ring of her throat. A nuzzle at his rump from the helpful wyvern just pushed him further in. Now sliding through a pool of his own cum, the red dergling felt the sunlight on his toes for the last time as the broodhen's wide jaws closed in around his hind limbs, lips wrapping around his tail, enjoying that sweet cummy, cinnamony flavor one last time.

But not before Komyeta would get a chance to finish what he started. With his jaw free, the sexed up male tilted in and suddenly grabbed the broodhen by the neck. Not hard of course but in a dominant, demanding way that, in no uncertain terms, told her he was going to fuck her pregnant. Still trying wedge the lump of her meal down her throat, Dracasis didn't argue the point and just spread her forelegs to help mitigate the impact of his powerful haunches against her lifted tail.

Spread her hinds too as he pushed her tail further up and out of the way with his aggressive posture. His wingclaws cuffed her haunches as he rutted her hard. These weren't the slow stimulating draws to get her belly aching to take his clutch, these were the raw carnal motions meant to breed_and it made her tremble with delight. As the last of that red tailtip passed her between her sucking lips, she let off a shuddering grunt at feeling Komyeta's tip _wriggle past the only defense her sore cervix could provide and penetrate her eggchamber. He didn't pull back this time, just shoved forward again to help send the first hot lance of virile wyvern seed directly into her womb, hosing her insides down with such force that she felt it dimple the back of her chamber with the intensity of his orgasm.

Those strong feral hips bucked against her, punctuating each pulse of cum he put into her belly. If she hadn't been delirious with her own blissful orgasm, she could have counted the exact number of times he shot into her. Or could have tried at least; it would have been difficult to keep up with how productive this virile stud was. Her traitorous, clenching, milking muscles weren't doing her any favors either of course, just encouraging him to keep cumming inside her like that...

He'd done the deed quite well indeed, his teeming little swimmers having plenty of unfertilized eggs just lying around in that healthy womb of hers to impregnate. She'd be a grumpy hen in a few months of course; grounded by the impressive swell he'd put on her midsection once the broodmother was heavily gravid. But, for now, she was enjoying the delicious lingering afterglow of having the squirming tails of his eager little sperm slipping into her vulnerable eggs one by one.

A final few extra ova were shaken loose as the lump of dergling finally slipped out of her esophagus at the other end, spilling the fresh meal into her waiting belly. The red snackdragon's final contribution to the size of her clutch. She could still taste him on her tongue, a flavor that would linger for some time. She growled hotly, low in her chest as the beast on her back groomed her bitten neck with appreciative sweeps of his tongue.

How had she gotten herself into this situation...

A soft hissing grunt left her muzzle as the grey wyvern untangled himself from her, that slippery wet shaft raking through her tender folds one last time on its way out. A thin stream of cum oozed from her well bred vent as she stood there, legs spread, tail stiff. Komyeta leaned down to sniff at her, finding the scent of his virility mixed with her potent heat quite to his liking. Her tail flopped down on his head, startling the feral beast some. She had a smug look on her snout as the exhausted and _very_pregnant hen flopped over on her flank, too tired to bother returning to her rock.

She perked at the sound of scrabbling, giving off a soft snort at catching the equally as smug wyvern climbing up into her basking spot and making himself comfortable.

Just this once... she thought, laying her head back down on the soft grass while stroking her doubly full belly.