All Hers
This is a story commission that I have written for Saphirafafnar: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/saphirafafnar/
Description: At the height of her heat, a wyverness goes in search of a male able to quench her burning needs by checking on a few scent marks she left earlier in the day, aware that one of them might draw out a sweet, impressionable drake in just as great a need.
Felran (c) belongs to me
Salya (c) belongs to Saphirafafnar
***All hers***
The worst part about an encroaching heat were the deceitfully vivid dreams that kept one hovering on the brink of release that would never come, at least in Salya's case. So accustomed did she grow to the eagerness of her male partners that she never fathomed a scenario that never ended in climax, and yet, her very mind tortured her in the most infuriating of ways.
"Hrrrrrhhhhh," she growled her dismay at what could have very well been the most satisfying scenario in recent memory. A resplendent dragon with sunlit hide gently pried her legs open and feasted on her heat, intent on drawing out the flood of pent-up desire out of her prior to their mounting. She usually climaxed in less than a dozen heartbeats after an extended foreplay with a shy male who took his time with acquainting himself with every inch of her body, but in this dream, that sweet, timid dragon released his seed twice from the stimulating potency of her juices while she simply trickled a few rivulets. Ever closer, but never there despite the fire sizzling within her heat-stricken folds.
And just when that spark finally lit within her and forced her to hold her breath for a most fulfilling orgasm, she woke up. She woke up!
Salya felt so betrayed by the machinations of her instinct that she did not even deign her hindquarters fit for a glance while she rolled on her limbs and shuffled out of her den in the middle of the night, painfully aware of how drenched her lower belly was thanks to the caress of early autumn's gusts. She usually licked herself clean, but now, she took wing with the slimy remnants of unfulfillment still clinging to her, wincing whenever she felt droplets split from her smooth hide to rain on the distancing fields sprawling below. The idea of a male eventually stumbling upon the stale signs of her lust vindicated her, as did the knowledge of a partner that she avoided during her lucid period. The young and innocent variety often got her sweltering under the tail in a matter of breaths, but this male lived among humans rather than other dragons, and had never been with a female outside the conjurations of his mind. She could've been wrong, but males who received pleasure from the opposite gender seldom insisted for minutes on a patch of grass where Salya had sat on just to test his interest in her.
How successful that had been! The young drake spent minutes sniffing and licking the traces of her stale arousal while she watched him from the safety of a copse of trees. His soft vocalizations, snarl and full-on erection almost convinced her to make her presence known and help him experience the greatest pleasure a male would ever know, but principle held Salya back. What if one of the humans saw them? What if her lust got him--or worse, the both of them--in trouble? No two humans were alike, and that applied just as eloquently to their settlements and culture.
Such subtleties no longer mattered to her now. Not in her frazzled state. Not while the flames of fertility smoldered deep within her, threatening to overtake her senses and convince her to do something even more risky and ridiculous for a few spurts of seed inside her. A tingling curiosity convinced her to land near the spot she pictured moments ago, only for her heart to practically jump in her throat when she spotted the same male from before. He did not rub himself with his soft, padded paws while he savored the traces of her nectar upon his snout, nor had he ejaculated over it from sheer overwhelm with the spicy tang of a wyvern's heat. He simply fell asleep there, curled in a tight ball, his member half erect and pulsing softly whenever his head or a limb twitched.
Was he....dreaming of her underneath him, her haunches splayed to their limits, claws sunken deep into her hide at the height of his first and very abrupt orgasm? For a brief moment, conflict churned within the pit of Salya's stomach, the wyverness torn between offering herself to him, taking his spire into her mouth to taste that delightfully thick and aromatic seed that males ejaculated during their first time, and simply leaving him be. Though she had no reservations where the mutual pleasures of the body were concerned, Salya had a soft spot for males like him, naïve and easily bent to a female's will simply because she happened to be the first to charm them with the promise of the greatest bliss that ever existed. Settling with a male to form a family never crossed her mind, but that obsession often grew within that type of partner, growing unsurmountable and heartbreaking at times.
Tonight, however, she felt like taking the risk. He must've been pleasured by a human if he had not done that himself by now. No male dragon living in a community would deny their crave for intimacy for so long, for it showed in far more visible ways for them than it did for females.
"Gr--" Salya began, only to cut her words short when a better option made itself known to her. Why not slowly, tenderly and affectionately bring him out of his dream? It was riskier with strangers, certainly, but it was this very threat of the unknown that made Salya's heartbeats just a little faster and her breaths heavier with desire. Besides, he looked too cute and vulnerable to be the territorial type, his pink pads so intriguing on a scaled dragon that she almost considered nuzzling those first.
She thought better of it while circling the unsuspecting male, admiring his exotic beauty rather than gauging his personality and possible reactions. She liked his violet mane the most, the shade more vibrant and pleasing to the eye than the softer blue-gray of her belly. The pink of her patterns almost matched his own, however, an endearing similarity amidst many other differences. Unlike her kind and most of the dragons she encountered, this one had white-tipped feathers adorning his wings and tail, and the same luxurious fur that ran along his back and progressively shortening up to the middle of his tail also grew in shorter tufts that embellished the end of his jaws. His twitching ears that turned yellow towards the tip tempted her to nibble on them with their playful mobility, while the similarly colored snout deserved a lick right between the nostrils.
Salya couldn't help herself. She did just that, the soft warmth of her tongue causing the dragon's scrunched eyes to crack open halfway and regard her with a bleary, unfocused look. He did not jolt to awareness like she expected, nor did he swipe her away with a forepaw. Instead, the male shook his head, buried his face in those soft, pink pillows of his and shielded himself with a wing, mrowling his noticeable longing for a female that existed solely in his mind.
That triggered something within Salya; a primal urge to make her intentions known, as well as a familiar, possessive instinct to be the first female he seeded. She seldom fell for such infatuation, but the way his jaws trembled while licking at the arousal-sprinkled grass for minutes on end, and his choice to sleep here of all places, stoked her lust like few other things did. While trapped in that state, Salya's entire attention channeled to the object of her desire, a half-erect member crowned with intriguing, pointy-looking nubs that oozed the thick, spicy odor of unrestrained longing.
She wanted it inside her. No--in her mouth first! To feel him grow, pulsate and expand while she savored the taste of virgin, an exquisite concoction that she far too rarely encountered in males that made her hide prickle with desire. But before she had the chance to approach him enough to comfortably wrap her tongue around his spire, a haunch shifted over it, the twitching hind paw blocking her access.
Salya's smoldering hum of disappointment quickly turned into an excited purr. Dragons with soft feet were just as rare! Even more so! And those pink, bean-shaped toes drew her snout closer and closer, her tongue slyly flicking over her snout at the thought of how he might react when she licked him there. After all, his paw pads lacked the pebbly scales lining his snout. In fact, they looked as smooth as his member did, and for a brief moment, she wondered how it might feel to rest in this dragon's embrace, their tongues dancing across each other's faces while his hind paws caressed her down there.
A tremor shook her frame the further she basked in that fantasy, tingles of liquid warmth crawling down her puffy nether lips and continuing their way down the inside of her haunches. Her fragrance grew more prominent as well, the sharp yet intoxicatingly sweet smell of fertility reaching the male's nostrils and causing them to flare and twitch in interest.
Panic shot through Salya like a searing jolt, urging her to do the first thing that crossed her mind in order to take control of this situation. The angular tip of her snout connected with his hind paw, brushing against it to savor its warmth and distinct, earthy scents before her tongue dragged along its length. She did not expect that warm, slick, fulfilling lick to cause him to pull back so violently, nor to stir him from his slumber.
"Please, relax," she tried to calm the agitated male down by splaying on her side, exposing her belly to him in sign of surrender. "I...was simply crossing by, and your paws...they are so different from mine!" She flexed her talons to emphasize her point, hiding her head halfway behind a wing to make her act more convincing. Males were strangely attracted by a female in distress, even more so when she bore the clear sign of desire upon her underbelly.
"You are...her..." the male began as he shifted his body so that he sat perpendicularly across from her. For a dragon who was brutally wrestled from his dreams, he seemed unusually alert, his head darting this way and that to catch her scent, his tongue darting across his nostrils as if to taste her thick miasma. "I was...I was..."
"Waiting for me to come back?" Salya sought to take control of this situation by entrapping the young, curious male. They both knew why they were here, and much to her surprise, he summoned the necessary courage not to deny it.
"You're a wyvern, aren't you? I've never met your kind before!" He said, paws kneading at the grass in anxious excitement. "I learned that the best way to find someone is to simply wait at one of the signs they leave, for they are highly likely to return there. But this is not a fitting territory for you. It is already...claimed."
She sighed in fake disappointment, not one to give up her real reasoning so quick. "A pity. I spotted several herds that come to graze on the meadows, and I know how to hunt and who to hunt to maintain such bounty."
"It's not my territory. It is theirs," the dragon's words softened as he craned his head west, where the roads started beyond the mountains. "They know of your intention to settle here, and they wanted me to be the first to--"
"Greet me? Convince me otherwise? Fight me, if necessary?" Salya flashed her menacing talons at him while also giving him a good glimpse at the obvious vulnerability that ailed her. "But we both know you won't. There are better ways of solving this dispute, and I am as curious about you as you are about me."
She had him wrapped in her proverbial talons. From the intense way with which he absorbed the slightly parted, soggy flesh of her underbelly, Salya realized that her deduction concerning him was spot on. He might never admit it, and it could take hours before she gained enough of his trust for him to finally enter her, but this dragon had wanted to mate with her ever since he smelled her marking on the grass.
Salya did not wish to wait that long. Against her better judgment and spurred forth by the overwhelming need to mate, the wyverness rolled onto her limbs and approached the wary dragon who immediately bristled his mane and protracted his claws, lips tensing into a snarl.
"What is your name? Mine is Salya," she attempted to establish a thin but necessary connection between them.
"Felran," he replied, some of the creases marring the pale scales of his muzzle already softening.
"You stared at me so intently," she purred, turning her back to him and leaning on her forelimbs so that she could slowly lower her hindquarters until her pussy came into contact with his stunned snout. "Wouldn't it be better if you have a closer look?"
Chilling and electrifying spiders alike crawled down her spine when she felt the textured feel of his snout tip give way to the smooth, agile, hungry tongue of the dragon. Salya's eyes immediately snapped shut when she felt him travel across and along her vaginal entrance, licking and slurping the fluids coating her hide before he shifted his attention to her swollen folds. Curt whines and soft, lustful, shuddering whimpers came from between her legs as the dragon fervently licked her sensitive lips, enamored with the warmth they oozed. What he considered intriguing, Salya found far too intense for her liking, the too thorough stimulation causing her walls to clamp, convulse, and squirt her climax over his snout.
Her orgasm hit her so sudden and strong the wyverness' breath caught in her throat while her body squatted lower and lower, almost trapping the male's head between her nethers and the ground in her great eagerness to have him sink inside her. All of her talons sunk deep into the ground to support the weight of her trembling body, and a row of tears streamed down the corner of her eyes from how amazingly fulfilling it felt to be licked down there so passionately.
As soon as her breath returned, Salya wasted no time in getting on top of Felran, pushing the still dazed male onto his back with barely any effort to gain access to his belly and delightfully full and throbbing erection.
"I never expected your tongue to bring me such satisfaction, but...mrrrm...I crave something thicker and deeper inside me, just like you need a tight, wet shelter to sink your eager member into."
He barely registered the wyverness' shift in position when her words came, still licking his snout clean of her juices, his senses tingling still. Although her words were lost in his haze of delight, the weight of her belly against his made Felran mrowl softly and kick his paws a little before he realized he was helplessly pinned under her quite warm and comforting weight. It surprised him, how right her body felt when pressed against him, and how he suddenly wanted so much more of her!
"In--inside you? I'm not--I don't know whether my seed will...I've never done this with a wyvern. I've never done it with anyone," Felran stammered, clarity returning to him in a sudden rush at the proposition. His instincts said a definite yes, a wyverness' tight depths being the ultimate goal of every male, yet at the same time, a primal fear crawled along his spine, its chilling touch reminding him of the risks associated with the unknown.
Before his rational side had a chance to properly rouse, Felran assaulted Salya's snout with eager, desperate licks, whimpering his ardent desire for her. To damnation with risks. He had lived all his life trapped under their oppressive shadow with naught but his erotic dreams to both comfort and torment the young, impressionable drake.
Salya giggled at what she undoubtedly considered an utter display of innocence, the gentle wing toes of a limb sliding and caressing along the scaled portion of his side and neck while she nestled herself tighter against him, her hindquarters pressing down against him, pinning his hard member under her. An aura of great delight exuded from her majestic form, her warm, satisfied smile contrasting with Felran's stiff, uncertain expression. She sought to ease him into her ploy by nuzzling his snout and cheek with loving determination, drawing perverse pleasure from his inner battle with himself over an offer that no sane male would refuse.
"Does it matter what your seed will or will not do when a female wishes you inside her so much that she dribbles rivers from between her legs?"
She grinned at her wit and wrapped her haunches around his hips, wiggling against his belly and spreading her legs while her tail arched and the tip dragged over the softer plates of his undertail. She kept him pinned quite effectively for a wing shuffler, and could have at any moment descended with her dripping entrance on top of him, yet she paused for a moment, as if uncertain whether to claim him herself or wait for him to take the initiative. Even now, with her thin, arousal fluid drip drip dripping on his tensing shaft, Felran had yet to embrace her with his paws, let alone tackle her, put her on her back, and breed her with the intense desperation of a male maddened by her potent scent. He displayed an uncanny thirst for her sweet nectar, something that no male had ever succumbed to before. The way he relentlessly licked what should have been a mere whiff to get him started made Salya wish to savor that again sooner rather than later, especially when his tongue was so wonderfully agile!
To plant that suggestion in his undecided mind, Salya licked over the tip of his snout, nibbling playfully on his lips to try and get it out of hiding. "Mrrrrm, you truly know how to drive a wyvern wild with that wonderful tongue. You claim to have never been inside a female, yet you're the best I have ever felt down there."
Felran growled faintly as he felt his member kissed by the smoothness of her scales. Her belly squeezed him a bit, making him yelp and increase his efforts to lick her as his length throbbed and pulsated, acquiring the rigidity of stone once again from the blissful pressure exerted upon it.
Her words made him moan uncertainly, her grin disarming the confused drake. Such a strong, majestic creature deserved so much better than his unworthy member inside her. To pierce her and release his stale, too great a load inside her...it was sacrilege for a goddess like her, who had every male she wanted at the tip of her claws.
He wanted to say that to her, to convince her of the disappointment she would get from a male who would burst far too soon inside her, but her hind paws curled around his haunches, and her tail tip spread his tail over the ground before pinning it down at the base, leaving him completely vulnerable once again before her lovely tongue assaulted his snout with uncanny vigor.
He kissed her to the best of his abilities--or at least in the only way that he knew how--moaning with a higher pitched tone at the praise she whispered in his ear and rubbing her cheeks with the soft pads of his toes while his tongue basked her snout in his warm affection.
"I...I'm trying. Everything is so intense to me, hard to process, and you--I...I love you." That was what he was supposed to say right? His body certainly desired her with every scale and every strand of fur, and the female fragrance tickling his nostrils filled him with a wild, perverse courage, pushing him to love this amazing female in every way he could.
He began by bringing his forepaws around her neck and dragging her closer to him, where his tongue had access to her forehead and every inch of her neck and chin. Then, he began thrusting against her with hard, savage strokes, growling as his overly sensitive member pushed itself against her belly, yet failing to find that wet, smooth sanctuary of hers.
Salya closed her eyes as his assault of licks and kisses bathed her snout, cheeks and neck, a long, continuous, lustful hum rippling in her throat while her tail rubbed firmly against his own. Its tip slid up and rubbed firmly along his rear, teasing his rear entry while her swollen and firm lips down there began to slide and grind over his hard shaft, catching on the smallest ridge or barb which both caused her to shiver and growl and him to feel her all the more even if this position made it impossible for him to truly get within her warm tight depths unless she desired it so.
"Mmmm, trying is not enough. A male must take initiative at time, especially when a female made it obvious that she wants him inside her." She grinned a bit and let his tip catch and nearly slip inside her, but then she angled her pussy off just in time as her hindpaws squeezed his hips and rear firmly. "I think I could certainly get used to being loved like this, and by you. The first time is always mrrrlhh, the most arousing for me."
Her words, gentle and warm, stroked Felran's ego better than her tongue is, a switch from her confident and sly demeanor that she used to place him in this precariously delightful predicament. Her wing talons rubbed and dragged against his chest while her light fluids wet his rigid flesh more and more, slowly but surely turning him as wet as she was.
Felran tensed up when the tip of her tail brushed against his tailhole a second time, the sensitive rings of flesh shuddering and sending a jolt through his feline body. At the same time, her lips graced his stiff length, that blissfully hot and slick surface teasing the soft barbs lined along his tapered tip, making them flare and shiver with desire before she slid further across his belly to allow her lips to brush against his first set of ridges.
"Graaaaarrrr," The drake growled lustfully, his hips bucking, trying to lodge his taut rod into the fertile and lustful female. The teasing of her wing claws made Felran's mane ruffle a bit as the drake pulled down on her neck with his forepaws, forcing her snout to rest against his throat as he began to lick the inside of her ears, shifting to the crown of her head to apply the same slick and loving treatment.
"I'll do it," he rushed his words, his cock throbbing with the urgency to be inside her. "I will love you in every way you want to be loved, my gorgeous wyverness."
Salya nipped at his snout as she let her hips and those swollen lips grind and drag heavily over his needy length, catching all the sensitive spots and using them to augment the bliss of her own sensitive folds. However, that wasn't enough for her. She wanted more, and young drakes who had yet to mate provided the best canvas to paint the grandest, most beautiful of erotic tapestries. Certain that he had never taken into account the rarer pleasures hidden under his tail, Salya's tail tip poked within him and stretched him a bit back there while reasserting a more dominant pin and overall grip on him.
"Mmm can the needy drake show me how much he desires this?" She growled with both playfulness and lust, her words clear and sharp as she lined up her sex against that firm and wet tip, letting them just begin to stretch and engulf his tip as she crooned and let him feel the very initial moments of that penetration. Her walls and lips squeezed and rippled over that tip tightly, getting it even wetter with her sweet aroma, fully enjoying having him completely at her whims. Her muscles trembled and shook wildly, every scale on Salya's body tingling with anticipation to enjoy that spire to the fullest of extents, regardless of how quick his seed would rush out of him.
Felran's heart pounded in his chest. With a wyverness standing atop him, pinning him like a helpless prey, the drake felt more than vulnerable, yet equally excited about this rare opportunity. Every inch of his body shivered with doubt, but Salya's confident approach gave his emotions no time to emerge as her lips caressed his rock-hard shaft, making him mewl with pent-up lust. The feeling of a female's sex caressing him in such intimate ways was a feast for Felran's senses, the drake's body turning limp for a split moment while a wave of pleasure rippled through his frame. He closed his eyes, trying to savor every moment of it...
Only to yelp as a sudden presence poked at his tailhole. His eyes shot open, wide with surprise as he hissed sharply, only to whimper in fright at the thought of upsetting this lovely wyverness. That inquisitive tail tip brushed against his pucker, eliciting jolts of apprehension from Felran, a dragon who had never been pierced before down there.
As if on cue, Salya pushed her tail tip deeper. Felran yowled at first, his jaws shuddering from the alien sensation, so overpowering and strange. Trapped underneath her, with no way to escape her clutch, Felran thrust his hips hard against her, lodging his entire length inside her in one fast stroke, the pleasure so deep his serpentine tail coiled around her hindquarters, squeezing her tighter than she probably anticipated as the drake began to push inside her with weak, erratic thrusts while curt, shuddering mewls broke through his half parted jaws.
Salya's own growling vocalizations intertwined with his while her tail continued to stretch and gently move within him with the intent to both stimulate and stretch him. The intense way with which she stared at him hinted at her deep curiosity at how he would react to the sudden feeling of being penetrated while he did the same to her, yet her focus wavered when she felt him hilt himself deeper into her than she anticipated. His sudden and forceful thrust coaxed her tight, fevered walls to both stretch and squeeze all around his hard cock, her folds kissing and grinding against his slit as she roared and pushed down upon him, eager for more. The constrictive grip of his tail around hers, together with the stimulating features that adorned his cock, caused the wyverness to shudder and squirm wildly, claws digging tighter into his plates and scales in response with how thoroughly he satisfied her.
Her instinct to breed stroked and caressed in all the right ways by the pleasure coursing through her, Salya began to once more secure a dominant pin upon him as she huffed and growled in deep, eager need to feel a male's tight presence inside her. Although the tremors slithering through her nether muscles warmed every inch of her body with their tingling caress, what truly stoked Salya's pleasure to the point of a far too quick orgasm was the intimate, almost vulgar probing into the virgin depths of Felran. Feeling him tense up beneath her just as her limbs froze in utter delight at having her inner barrier poked and prodded by his barbed tip made this mating infinitely more special and memorable to her, and in her selfish drive to further enrich this maddening pleasure, she inched ever deeper into the impressionable male, intent on helping him ascend the peak of pleasure in unison with her.
Oh, how intoxicating it must've felt for him, to both be inside her and to be filled at the same time... to savor the shudders of her slick flesh while his own walls tightened and squeezed at her intruding appendage, his contractions wilder and far more desperate than hers, as if he wished for nothing more than to climax right then and there. She pulled her tail halfway out to keep him from bursting too quick, aware that the abundant wetness of her pussy enraptured males like nothing else did. Unlike his gender, Salya preferred to fully savor each mating, even though the allure of achieving that mind-bending release as quick as possible often tempted her.
Her wings spread and flexed outward for additional balance now that her haunches began to tremble from the toll of raw bliss, the wyverness unaccustomed to keeping her tail inside another for so long while each of them had a good bit of the other buried inside them.
"You're all mine, sweet drake, to do with as I please," she warbled, rocking her hindquarters to help him feel and experience the utter extent of her clenching insides, pausing only to moan and yelp at how amazing it felt to have his shaft grind heavily against her soft flesh. She hadn't even climaxed, yet fluids still leaked onto his lower body, pooling in small puddles of strong-scented honey to mark him with her innermost nectar.
Felran bit back his roar, reducing it to a smoldering growl. Her walls quivered around him, clenching at him from every side, making the dragon's toes flex and curl inwards from the too demanding sensation of being hilted deep within a female. As much as he wanted to enjoy her, Felran's senses were drawn to the demanding pressure invading his tailhole. His head switched to her tail, and he whimpered helplessly as he noticed that sleek, dark appendaged buried so deep within him for reasons that his lust-addled mind couldn't quite comprehend.
"Graarrr," he growled at Salya, his panic laced with the affection he harbored for her. "Pull...pull it out," he pleaded. "Too big. Much....too big."
It hurt, it seethed, it made his whole body tense up, the sensation far too foreign for the virgin dragon, and quite overwhelming too. The gentle tugs and squeezing of her walls drowned some of his discomfort, and as his tailhole clamped upon her tail involuntarily, Felran's cock tightened within Salya's depths, his barbs and ridges flaring to their fullest while his hips continued to jerk against her, trying to rub his shaft against her walls and flare those tingles to that comforting, pleasurable blaze that threatened to overtake Felran's senses. The longer she remained inside his tailhole, the more demanding Felran's need to cum became, the sheer pressure more than enough to push him over the edge.
Salya took note of his protests, but instead of answering them, she instead poured forth some of her magic to ease the discomfort created by her wiggling tail. At the same time, she sought to enhance the greater source of his stimulation by bucking and thrusting down upon him, moaning with wild abandon and even snarling in lust as the ridges and barbs magnified her own pleasure. Familiar and foreign sensations alike rippled through her tunnel and body in a constant, maddening river as her walls responded by clenching, squeezing, and milking harder as she cried out in passion and began to forcefully ride that spire with the intent of finally feeling him shoot his seed within her.
She did not, however, neglect his tailhole. Even though her body all but paralyzed with the far too potent and primordial pleasure of being mated in her wet, needy pussy, Salya did not relent on stretching his tailhole and thrusting within him. Just like he pleasured her by being inside her, so might he end up being mounted himself one day, and with the help of her practiced magic, she found it awfully erotic to help him get used to the feel of his tail pucker stetched and played with in such a manner. She loved the way every deeper delve inside him forced his cock to become just a bit harder, his barbs a little tenser, and his ridges fuller with the overwhelming need to finally cum. Despite seeking to prolong that for an even greater finale, the wet sounds of her nether lips and soggy scales slapping hard against each other weakened her resolve more and more, her own heat nearing its limit. She needed his seed so, so bad, but not until he was in her deepest reaches, so that he'd shoot the entirety of himself into her.
Felran's fur stood on end from the use of magic, his keen senses picking it over the constant squelching of Salya's folds drowning his member and slapping upon his underbelly fur. The fluids that slipped through her stretched slit slithered through his fur, making it clump around his genital slit, coating that hard, sensitive flesh with her hot, alluring fragrance.
Whatever spell Salya had used, it made her tail more bearable to Felran's virgin tailhole, wiping away some of the soreness and replacing it with jolts of electrifying pleasure that raced through his spine every time that tail tip brushed against his shuddering muscles. The drake clenched around her tail, heated pleasure rushing through his cavity, making his member all the more sensitive to Salya's ministrations.
Her musical moan and lustful snarl stoked Felran's bliss, the drake's paws latching onto her sides, his maw wrapping around her throat to bite her scales gently, then apply several licks as his mewls increased a pitch higher. He coiled tighter around her, pressing his haunches hard against her to keep her in place while he shoved his member hard and deep within her. The soft barbs lined along his tip scratched those smooth, lubricated walls while the ridges decorating his thick base stretched her quivering depths, faint, wet plops accompanying each of the drake's wild, passionate strokes.
He could barely hold it back now... That too intense, intimate, demanding pressure, welled deep within his underbelly, climbing through his member with each thrust, forcing his barbs to flare up and his ridges to become tighter than ever. From his current position, thrusts alone didn't do it, so Felran squeezed Salya tighter with his long, muscular tail, augmenting the bucking of her hips by pushing hard against her frame every time she prepared to slam her slit against his.
"Salya, I'm...I don't think I can...," Felran whimpered through the growly moans rippling within his throat. His voice faded into a constant, lustful yowl that grew in pitch the deeper her tail braved his clenching depths. Stuffed to the brim, Felran couldn't help but unleash his frail, ecstatic cry as his body shuddered and his strangled cock began to throb wildly inside Salya's depths.
Salya did her best to maintain her composure as well as she could, yet her passion, need and lustful desire soon began to manifest in full form, her instinct all but taking over as she slapped her swollen, heat-stricken pussy against Felran's slit more rapidly and forcefully. The sounds of their increasingly rougher breeding grew more prominent, juices splattering about every time their slits connected, forming thinning webs between them when they grew apart. Her tail also thrust deeper than ever before, her magic hard at work at helping him feel just how intense it could be to be bred while breeding in return.
All it took for Salya to cry out sweetly was just another strong, forceful shove to help Felran's tip worm its way into her tightest, most sensitive depths, her tail arching upward from the initial moment of that final penetration. She should have stopped there. The quaking passion rippling through her desperately wet tunnel suggested as much, and all she had to do was close her eyes, lay still, and surrender to the ubiquitous bliss that threatened to overtake her.
But that would just be an ordinary orgasm, and she did not want to settle for the mundane; not when Felran's scrunched face and snarling muzzle revealed his valiant effort at holding back his seed, solely so that they could finish together. Her instinct bolstered by passion, need and lustful desire, Salya found her selfless, logical side pushed away to make room for that primal part of her, the one that urged her to claim what was hers. She did that by leaning further onto her wings and slap her squelching pussy harder and faster against Felran, the motions so rapid and her squeezing so intense that the sounds of their nethers kissing each other became delightfully audible.
She growled, she whined, she roared, she yowled, her entire existence reduced to the great and terrible fire burning bright within her. It felt as if her very conscience was about to pour out of her and through her rapidly clenching depths, her flesh struck with the most pleasurable fever imaginable. She did not know whether Felran could feel the intensity of her heated passage, or if his cock bloated to its limits simply because he could no longer fight back against his own instinct as her grinding and humping forced him into her at a pace that no virgin male could keep up with.
A loud hiss burst out of her when she felt his fangs enclose around her neck, causing the wyverness to squirm in utter elation at being held in place by a male desperate to fill her with his abundant seed. To help ease his burden out of him and receive it in her deepest confines, Salya forced every last inch of him within her, barbs clawing and tugging at her smooth, slick flesh, tight ridges pressing against her lips and walls. Being spread in such thorough fashion cut her breath short, the sheer girth of a male on the cusp of climax so satisfying the wyverness couldn't even roar her immense satisfaction with it. This was the moment that drove her to the brink of her senses, where her wild lust became all too apparent in the way her hind talons curled and her wings spread to flap with great urgency the closer she approached her peak.
When it finally hit her, Salya choked out a yelp as the hot, rich-scented fluids of her sex drenched Felran's crotch, rump and lower belly, smearing him with her sweet, alluring nectar. Filled to the brim by him, her spurts practically exploded through the little gaps available to relieve some of the internal pressure exerted upon her tunnel. Her restless body dared her to hump him throughout her orgasm, to use his barbs and ridges to further enrich this divine experience, yet the need to feel him cum deep within her overcame that paltry need. That primordial part of her urged her to lay still in order to fulfill that most ancient pact between male and female, where his life-giving seed would flood her womb and plant the roots of life within it.
The drake was already past the point of no return by now. Salya's insides clenched so hard at his shaft, begging him to drench them with his seed, and she was so wet! So, so wet! Her fragrance filled Felran's nostrils, making him pull up his lips in an affectionate snarl while his yowl clambered a pitch higher. He couldn't hold on. He had to let go of that immense pressure, and her sweet cry only served to fuel his determination to breed her, mark her as his, surrender his most intimate of juices to her silken depths.
Much to his surprise, Salya beat him to it. Her talons gripped his haunches in a fierce grip, her entire body quivering for a split moment. Then, her wings unfurled, and she flapped them several times as her muscles clamped down around him, milking him so hard and fast the drake released sharp, whimpering cries, his pleasure too deep, her juices so comforting to his underbelly.
Salya barely gave him time to process this magical moment, however. Her tail slunk deeper into his tailhole, stretching him like he had never been stretched before, the tip prodding at his prostate, encouraging his juices to flow. Felran's yowl was cut short, his breath hitching in his throat from that overwhelming feeling. Before he knew it, his toes clenched around her frame, claws biting into her scales as the drake unleashed his fiery load inside her.
Spasms wracked his cock and tailhole, deep and demanding. Every fiber of the drake's body tightened from the surge of pleasure rushing through him, his mane ruffled, his eyes wide, his snout pressed against hers. He wanted to lick her, to cry his passion for her, but he was so overwhelmed by the experience that all he could focus on was his member pulsating inside her, his blood engorged tip spewing thick jets of fertile seed straight into her womb.
Every one of his previous ejaculations paled in comparison to how much he filled the willing wyverness now. Everything, from the contraction of her walls to the tail squirming within Felran, urged the dragon to give it all to her, his limbs trembling, his head thrusting back from the too intense bliss slithering through his member. Each spurt was stronger, richer than the last, all of the years spent on his own flowing through his member and straight into Salya's overflowing vent.
Salya couldn't even shriek out to announce the success of their mating for all the other wyverns to hear from how great it felt to have a male ejaculate so strongly into her. As he emptied his thick, fertile seed within her, all the wyverness could do was lean her snout against his, close her eyes, and moan her overwhelming joy into his ear. He did not finish shooting his load into her before a wave of new and perverse ideas for their future union flocked to the forefront of her mind like a group of ravenous ravens, the horny female already eager to once again experience the indescribable delight at having her insides pelted by his thick, potent jets.
As Felran's pent-up reserves to die down, so did his grip on her neck. He let go as soon as the last of his throbs heralded the end of their mating, yet Salya prevented him from withdrawing, still savoring the remnants of his heated release and the warmth of his seed that so thoroughly filled her. Some of it began to dribble down the sides of her vent as her muscles involuntarily contracted to milk the last of his drops, her tail rolling and thrusting gently into him to try and stimulate at least one final spurt. When it didn't come, she retreated from his tight depths, rewarding him by letting her thick folds grind and drag against him to make it all the more apparent that she had every last inch of him within her.
A faint growl escaped Felran as he tapered off inside Salya. As soon as his breath recovered, he began to pant from the toll of the mating, blinking his eyes hard and fast, as if to make sure this truly happened.
Salya still stood upon him. Her comforting weight warmed him, and the fluids slitering past her stretched folds and along his inner haunches proved the evidence of their copulation.
I....I mated, Felran thought, his growl becoming a frail whimper as he looked upon Salya's lovely face. And she...she liked it.
The terse throbs rippling through her walls proved as much as the wyverness continued to milk him of every droplet of draconic essence. Felran scrunched his eyes a little, his spent member overly sensitive, and his tailhole even more so.
Deep, heavy breaths also fled Salya's angular muzzle as she sunk her wing claws into his forelegs, denying him the possibility of grabbing and pushing her off him. She was on top, and therefore, it was up to her to decide when the mating ended. Her lick between his nostrils and along the sides of his jaw revealed that to him, as it was an ancient language that required no words to be shared when paired with deep, passionate growls.
"You lasted far longer than I expected from a male who has never been inside a female. Unaccustomed to being claimed, I take it?" She grinned and let her hips sway and tug along his spire while her tail tip teased his entrance. "Or perhaps it was hard to focus on which feels better, your cock embraced by my wet insides, or your stuffed tailhole?"
"I...I don't...I never expected you to..." he stuttered, suddenly shy and self-conscious. The swaying motion of her hips made him shudder, urging his paws to start sliding over her smooth scales and his tongue to slide across her brow, and along her crest.
"We can mate a second time when you feel your eagerness for me return," she suggested, snuggling up against him. "A single mating is not enough to truly savor the union between partners, and I have...I have been a bit too bold."
Yes. Yes she was, but that made her all the more fascinating and endearing to Felran! "Perhaps...you needed me just as much as I needed you?"
"The wetter a female is, the more her body craves for a male inside her, mrrm?" She said rather than ask, nuzzling him mockingly like a bratty sister would her brother. "Besides, releasing inside a female is the most satisfying experience for a male, and given how much you had in you, I assume you prefer to shoot your seed where it matters."
"Of course. I'm...I'm yours, truly yours," he blurted out his eagerness to spend this night with Salya in the hopes of experiencing such enrapturing delight all over again.
***The End***
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