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This story was written for Kio Redsen as part of his top tier patreon reward for March 2018. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and impregnation.

A Lifetime in the Making

"Tor..."

Galvenia murmured as she watched her husband pacing back and forth across the wooden floor of their bedroom. His gaze turned sharply towards her, and even though the dragon's scales remained a deep and ashen grey she could see the burning blush beneath them. She could see his embarrassment, his excitement all burning at fever pitch deep inside his heart. A moment later, he smiled reassuringly, only to begin pacing again with a brief nod as though that somehow solved the current predicament and his wife's reason for addressing him so gently. Once more, Galvenia cleared her throat. Louder this time, and with a more pointed utterance of the name that belonged to the man she loved.

"Torkel."

The male dragon froze where he was standing. His wings flared and fluttered in seeming frustration, though not at Galvenia. Never at his wife, never at the woman he loved so very much. He snorted, and shook his head as by his sides the dragon's hands clenched into momentarily tight fists before loosening once more. A deep, ragged sigh escaped him, and he looked towards the bed once more. Towards the bed upon which his wife was laying, not a stitch of clothing upon her body, white scales shimmering in the candlelight which illuminated the room so beautifully.

Everything was perfect.

Everything had been planned so carefully for tonight, rendered so beautiful and flawless. Everything, that is, except for him. Except for his nerves.

For a third time in succession, Galvenia spoke the name of the man she loved. This time however it was neither a gentle coaxing, nor the more firm and attention-grabbing tone of the last occasion. This time it was filled with longing. With desire.

"Torkel, please. Please... just, don't think about it. Don't think about what tonight is. Just come to bed with me. Make me feel the way you make me feel every night. Every day. Be the man I love... a-and... and the man I crave. Be yourself. That's all I ask. All I could ever ask of you, my dear."

The dragon knew that his lover was right, of course. That was something he could count on, something he could rely upon to always ground him and keep him on the right track. Whether matters of fact or wisdom, he could rely upon his wife to never steer him wrong. In a way though, that made his nerves all the more frustrating. The fact that he knew that Galvenia was correct, and yet that he still found himself shaking with practically terrified anticipation regardless of that certain truth, it defied all conventions of logic and sense. How could his fear, his worry, overcome his love and trust for the woman of his dreams? How was such a thing even possible, never mind a reality which he now found himself face to face with?

Tonight was meant to be special.

Tonight was meant to be the night. The first night of them trying.

The first night of them not only resolving, but actively trying to start a family together. To bring a new generation into this world through their love, and of course through their passion for one another.

Tonight was meant to be perfect.

And yet...

"Hey. Why don't we just rest tonight. I will love you just as much in the morning, and I trust, I believe you will still love me all the more, too. When tomorrow comes, a new day, a new sunrise... maybe things will seem clearer. Easier. And if there are any worries you still have, maybe tomorrow the words will come more readily, so that I can help you overcome them."

Tonight was meant to be perfect. Torkel had spent so long planning in. Telling himself what he was going to do, how he was going to give his wife the kind of night she would remember for the rest of her life whether or not it was that particular night upon which their child was conceived. But instead, thanks to... gods, he still didn't even have the words in his own head to explain why he was feeling this way, why he was so paralysed by the awareness of what he wanted so desperately to do with his wife. For whatever that unspeakable reason was though, the fact remained that instead of a perfect night of love making, they went to bed unsatisfied after a day spent trembling, blushing, giggling and aching in anticipation.

They cuddled. They wrapped their arms and wings around one another, embracing tightly and feeling their bare bodies shaking with unspent excitement and desperate, forcibly withheld longing. They shared a loving, though somehow still chaste peck upon the lips and they closed their eyes before one another. Feeling their hearts pounding, only slowly, reluctantly ceasing as their brain told their hearts and loins the truth.

Not tonight.

Not now.

Not until both of them were truly ready, even if neither of the dragons seemed able to quite comprehend that fact, since if truth be told they had both been ready for this since the very first time they had felt their hearts begin to race in their lover's presence.

***********

The next day, they talked.

They spoke for hours, lying together in bed wrapped up in one another's arms. Sometimes smiling. Sometimes not. They spoke of what had happened, or rather what had not happened the night before, and yet throughout the conversation they said so very little of actual value. Still Torkel's mind remained paralysed and unable to articulate his worry, and nothing that Galvenia said to him, no degree of questioning not probing nor reassurance that there was no rush, no pressure whatsoever upon her lover did anything to make Torkel more readily able to conceive a coherent reason for the previous night's actions.

Day passed, night came, and there was no attempt to repeat the prior night's ceremony. Candles, now burned down to the waxy puddled remains and the burned out stubs of their wicks littered the bedroom. The soft, brand new sheets fresh upon the bed the night before received a second night's usage for warmth and slumber alone, though this time without even an attempt at anything else.

The following day, they spoke, but not of that. Not of anything relating to their plans. Their desires. Their longing for a child, which had been so present in their conversation for so many of the past few weeks leading up to that stifled, unfulfilled night.

They both thought about it, they could barely think of anything else in fact, but for one of the first times in the duration of their relationship... they kept those thoughts to themselves. Separate. Solitary.

Another day waned. Another night beckoned them to bed silently. Muted, mechanical in how they slid into bed beside their partner's naked form. They embraced. They kissed. They did it because they always did it. It wasn't that tonight they wished not to. Of course they wanted to. But... they didn't say it. They didn't show it. Torkel was too humiliated, and his wife was too scared.

What was this?

What were they doing?

Who were they becoming, and... why?

Why?!

***********

It was still dark when Galvenia awoke once more. Something was wrong, and it took her just a few seconds of navigating that groggy space between unconscious and conscious to figure out what it was.

Her husband was gone.

The white scaled dragon pulled herself from the bed, her bare body seeking no covering despite passing by the chair that rested near the edge of the bed, a robe draped over each of its arms. She heard her scaled claws clicking against the wood as she padded from the bedroom, peering out into the main living area of the small wooden cottage which they called home. A breeze drifted over her, and she turned to it even as her nude form shivered. The front door was open, just a crack, with a shaft of moonlight peering in between the door and its frame. She moved to it, and slowly, carefully stepped out onto the porch beyond.

There, she saw him. Not standing on the porch, not standing at all in fact, but sitting upon the grassy earth in the small clearing that surrounded their peaceful woodland home. Torkel was such a powerful dragon. So strong, so brave. But tonight, his ashen scales pale and glowing in the moonlight, he looked small. Childlike in his own right, almost. Dwarfed by the enormity of the world, and his problems. He was sitting with his legs drawn up to his chest and his wings wrapped around himself, head tilted back, eyes staring up at the starry sky.

As Galvenia approached him, she didn't even know for sure if he was aware of her presence. When she knelt next to him though, his wings drew back so that she could reach out and touch him on the shoulder.

To her surprise, but the dragoness' undeniable relief, he looked at her... and Torkel smiled.

"I found the words. I don't know if they're good ones, or if they make any sense. But, I... I know now. I know why I felt that way. Why I feel the way I felt when we were going to..."

He took a deep breath as his wife's hand slid down his arm from shoulder to hand, fingers lacing together as her tail drifted around and began to encircle his own.

"Galvenia... I know that dragons like us can live for a long, long time. But, not forever. And when I think about that, when I think about the fact that one day you might not be right here with me any more, or that one day I might not be with you... I break. I break because right now, you are the definition of my life. You are the reason for my existence. So, thinking of you not being a part of it... how can life go on, if you are my life, but you aren't there?"

The dragoness said nothing, just squeezed harder at her husband's hand as they sat there together, staring up at the moon and the stars as their bare bodies were bathed in the distant light of a hundred thousand galaxies. Eventually; maybe a minute, maybe an hour later, Torkel spoke again.

"Even though it breaks me, I can deal with that, though. I can deal with the knowledge that one day I might have to face that impossible reality. Because, keeping you in my life? Sharing every moment I have to give with you, for as long as you will have me... that is the most important thing in this world to me. It's worth any pain. Any outcome that might follow it. I would live an eternity in hell, for an extra second in your arms. I made that choice the day we met. I confirmed that choice the first time we shared a bed. I swore that as an oath, unbreakable and eternal, the day we wed. But..."

A shudder ran through the male dragon's body. More than that though, it ran through his soul, and through his very spirit it passed into Galvenia with a tremor of abject horror and dismay.

"But... o-our child? We haven't even met her yet. We haven't even brought her into being, a-and... just thinking about her, I... i-if I were to ever lose her? If anything were ever to happen to her, Galvenia..."

Torkel turned to his wife and stared deep into her eyes, tears running down his grey scaled cheeks, trails of smouldering steam rising off them as the vapour evaporated before it could tumble to the ground below.

"If this world hurts my child... never mind if I was forced to see their life end before mine? I... I'd burn it. I'd burn this whole world, Galvenia. Until it crumbled to ash. We haven't even made her yet... we haven't even breathed life into her, and already... already I love her so much, I would tear this world and everyone in it asunder for putting so much as a scratch on our beloved, sweet little Tyra. Even you, m-my love. If you hurt her... a-and I know, I know that you never would. But, I love her so much... I'd even fight you to keep her safe. How can I say that, and be so certain that I mean it? W-what does that mean? Please, Galvenia. Please, my love. Tell me what it means?"

Galvenia was weeping too as she crawled around to face her husband head on, kneeling before him and clasping his face within her hands. She drew his gaze to meet with her own, and kissed him gently upon the face. Then again, and again, and again and again and...

"It means you're a father, Torkel."

She whimpered tearfully to him as she kissed him with such fevered and joyous adoration, such relief and delight.

"It means that... t-that you're going to be the most wonderful daddy to our child. Because... oh, my love. My sweet love, I would burn the world for her too. I would do anything to make her happy, anything to keep her from being sad, and I knew that you would too. I... I just... I thought you knew that you knew it already."

The two dragons embraced. They tumbled and whimpered and blushed as they grappled at one another and fell over onto the soft, cool grass outside their home. They clung to one another so tightly as they revelled in the sudden awareness of one another's like-minded love of their as yet unborn, un-conceived child. They kissed, they trembled, they wept and laughed and smiled and clutched and moaned and...

All of a sudden, Galvenia was upon her back; wings spread out, arms and legs wrapped around Torkel's still shaking body. She could feel his weight pinning her down, and yet there was no force. Nothing keeping her there. She was exactly where she wanted to be, and he was exactly where she needed him to be. Over her. Upon her. All around her, his eyes peering deep down into hers, his breath washing out hot and ragged over her own panting snout, and of course his member. His manhood, swollen, rigid, throbbing with days of unspent seed and untouched passion, resting and throbbing all at once against the smooth scales of her crotch, mere inches from the waiting and welcoming depths of his wife's nether regions.

"I love you..."

Galvenia whispered to the man of her dreams.

"...a-and, I love her too. So please, Torkel. Please, don't make us wait any longer than we're already going to have to. Let me meet her. Put our baby inside me, my love. Where she'll be warm, and safe, and so very loved."

Once more, they kissed. Once more they blushed and beamed and growled tenderly to one another, lost in the thought, the immediate anticipation of knowing that what Galvenia had just said was about to come to pass.

Then they stopped waiting, and finally, finally they began to act. To do. To create.

Hands clutching, bodies writhing. Tails and wings and toes thrashing and flexing and curling. Eyes bulging. Muzzles open wide, gasping, snarling, screaming.

Beneath the moon and the stars, Torkel made love to Galvenia with such passion. Such fire and yet such tenderness all at once. He pressed down into her as she flung herself up at him, claws raking down his back, breasts quaking against his heaving chest. Their tongues warred between shrieks and roars of bliss. Their bodies surged with pleasure, white hot and shining brighter than the core of a star. Into their love-making the dragons poured all their emotion, all of that world-burning love they felt for the child they were seeking to bring into the world. And in doing so, they felt it. They felt that searing, scorching love radiating out from their partner's body and into their own. They felt, they saw, they witnessed in every conceivable sense just how much their child was going to be loved by the dragon that they loved so dearly.

And with that knowledge, with that joyous revelation surging back and forth between them both, how could they possibly hold back?

Wordlessly, though far from silent in their joyous, frantic, howling exaltations, mother and father came as one. Juices flowed. Muscles clenched and throbbed and pulsed.

There was no way they could have felt it happening. No way that even the most instinctively in tune creature could have felt the moment of their child's conception, egg meeting sperm and fertilisation taking place.

From the way they clung to one another though, and the way they roared and thrashed, then whimpered, then wept, then laughed and kissed and rolled gleefully together upon the grass in wild, crazed glee like nothing either of them had ever felt, they knew. Or at least, they believed with all their hearts that they knew it had happened.

Their child, their daughter if Torkel's earlier guesses were to be believed, was on her way. Taking her first tentative, cellular steps towards life. Towards consciousness. Towards being, and being so very, very loved by her parents.

But... just in case? Just on the off-chance that they weren't right, and that their instinct had indeed betrayed them?

"Again."

Galvenia scrambled atop her husband's body, purposefully squeezing her muscles around the still rock hard member which had yet to leave her for even a second since the end of their first round some minutes before. She stared deep into his eyes, and whimpered as he grinned and nodded even through the obvious fatigue that weighed upon him after the wild fury of that first bout.

"Until we know. Until... u-until we know , Torkel..."

She moaned to him, desperate, giddy, already shaking as she began to rock against the male dragon, and felt him starting to thrust up to meet her eager motions.

"...we have to show her how badly we want her to be here with us. We h-haaahhh... have to... keep showing her. Keep showing each other, h-how we... oh. Oh!"

Galvenia threw back her head with a ragged roar as her husband reached up and grasped at her breasts, squeezing them tenderly as they jiggled and shook upon her scaled chest. Torkel meanwhile said nothing. He just gave his wife what she needed, what they both needed so desperately. And whether it truly was because they wanted to in some way show their child to be just how dedicated they were to bringing her into this world... or indeed, if the second time, and the third, and the several more that would follow before dawn the next day were just making up for the prior days on which their bodies had missed out on these feelings, it made no difference.

They loved each other and craved each other just as potently regardless of the reason, and every roar, every orgasm that would follow in the coming days and weeks, as they would for the rest of their long and happy lives, was a continued testament to that simple truth; a lifetime in the making.

By Jeeves

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