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Hang Tight!

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"One...two...three, go!"

The green dragon leaped off the cliff and showed off the full breadth of his wings, taking to the air.

I, on the other hand, had to double check that I was securely strapped to my hang glider, and then I lugged it over to the cliff's edge.

Wolves don't belong in the air, but it comes with the territory when you marry a handsome loving dragon, and I've come to love flying just as much as he does.

So I stepped forward twice and dove off the cliff. The air gushed past me, flowing through my fur and cooling me on a warm summer day. After my glider built up airspeed, I pointed it back up and took in the rush of air, the beautiful landscape, and the dragon that was gracefully dancing through the sky.

Once he saw me stabilize, he flew over to me and nimbly sandwiched himself between me and my glider's sail. He took a hold of my frame and shouted out over the wind. "Up we go!"

I felt the gain in altitude as he flapped his wings, helping me cheat gravity. More than one hang glider at our landing zones has expressed their jealousy at this benefit of having a dragon mate.

While they were doomed to their eternal search for thermals, I flew above the valley at my husband's will. The steep rock cliffs ascended from both sides of me. Only naturally winged creatures could escape the trench of the valley, or those they helped.

Within a minute or two, we were above the moss-covered walls of rock and basked fully in the sunlight, and then my mate released me to continue our flight.

He flew spheres around me, showing off his natural talent and buffeting me with crosswinds, before settling a little below me. I looked down at him. The canyon valley below us was sparsely populated, and fields of grass were all that filled the space. His black scale-tight leggings and the brilliance of his shining scales were the only thing that prevented him from fully camouflaging with the greenery of the landscape.

He looked absolutely stunning, wings spread and in his element above the natural beauty of the world. Occasionally he'd throw in a barrel roll or a loop or some other aerobatic maneuver, showing off his body. Sometimes I really wish he'd fly without that black flightsuit of his - now that would be quite the view.

Of course, unlike the four-legged dragons of prehistoric times, his balls were on the outside, so that probably wouldn't be practical. Still, let a horny wolf dream!

We descended back into the valley a few minutes later, allowing the walls of the steep mountain cliffs envelop us again. He flew towards the cliff and then ran along the straight vertical drop like he was in the Matrix, his wings holding him horizontally against gravity as long as he kept his speed.

I followed him as close to the mountain side as I dared and watched him frolic in glee. Gods, I wish he was nude right now.

I didn't notice something happen until I heard it.

I looked up and saw a flock of birds scattering. There was a tear in my sail. The tear was growing, and my glider lost lift on that side and banked towards the cliffs.

I leaned hard the opposite way on my control bar but I wouldn't be able to turn away in time from hitting a rock wall. "Bird strike!" I shouted as I attempted to cut loose from my knee-hanger harness.

I didn't feel time slow down. More like it seemed to skip. One moment I was trying to break free, and the next I was free-falling. Even though I was spinning, I could tell my momentum was moving me too close to the mountain side to pull my parachute. "Shit!" I yelled.

Maybe I could bounce against the mountain and push myself hard enough to move far enough away in time. I braced my body to perform that Mario wall jump technique.

And then I didn't need to.

Strong scaled arms folded around my stomach. "Liam! I gotcha babe!"

I knew my mate could clumsily glide with both our weights combined, but he didn't have much control, especially at the angle he caught me at. He couldn't turn us all the way, but he was able to direct us towards a mountain bike trail that wound along the edge, the sharp drop-offs giving it a well-deserved black diamond rating. It went into a small copse of trees in a large switchback, and that was where we landed with the grace of General Grevious's starship on Coruscant.

My husband read my mind after we were done rolling over each other and said, "Another happy landing." That's why we're married, after all.

We were both lying on the grass face up, a few trees giving us some shade. If we were humans, our skins would probably be cut up pretty badly, but my fur and his scales protected us well enough. "That was too close," I said. "I shouldn't have flown so close to the mountainside."

He rolled over, plucked me up, and then rolled back so I was lying on top of him. He gave me a loving kiss, which I eagerly returned. "Don't be silly," he said, "the odds of experiencing a bird strike while hang gliding are like 3720 to 1! I'd bet you're never going to have another one."

"Gosh, I hope so." I rolled my eyes to silently acknowledge the reference he'd made.

He gave me another quick kiss, the pebbly scales on his snout rubbing against my soft nose in that way I loved. "Besides, I'd never let you fall."

"I know, Ram, I know." It was a big boast, but it wasn't like his flying skills weren't impressive.

His hands went from sheltering around my back down to my waist. He pulled them away, and then they were suddenly slapped onto my ass cheeks.

I yelped in surprise.

"You're hard," my dragon said.

I--I hadn't noticed, but now I did. "Oh," I stammered, "it must've been the adrenaline."

He chuckled, and his hand slid closer to my tail. "I didn't know my wolfy gets off on danger."

I felt another hardness press against my thigh, something big to match his boasting. "Seems like my draggy's getting off on me getting off."

One of his hands started removing my parachute pack while the other went straight to my taint and down to caress the backside of my balls. "Oh you know it, babe."

"Well, let's get off this mountain then and then we can get back to the hote--"

"How about we get off on the mountain?" He tossed my parachute aside.

"What? I don't want to become a registered sex offender!"

He rolled over again so he was lying on top of me. His wings folded out and blotched out any light the sparse trees missed. "Don't be so prude," he said. "We'll hear any mountain bikers, and there were no other avians or dragons at the launch site."

I couldn't really argue against that. Gliders wouldn't be able to get this far along the valley and still see us. And the thought of doing it outside was making my cock pulse hard.

My mate's next whispered words broke any semblance of resistance. "Besides, I want to fuck you, right here, right now."

Heat flushed to my loins, and any semblance of worry about modesty was banished from my mind. "Well, damn, when you put it that way." I pressed my nose against his armpit and inhaled hard, taking in his musk. "I _want_you."

His scaled hands went over my pecs, grasping at fur and massaging them for a few seconds before drifting down my body, down to my hips. They fumbled with the button on my pants, and then they tugged them and my underwear down in one go, revealing my hardening canine cock.

My dragon's handsome green face made my cock disappear, his maw swallowing my shaft and deepthroating it at once. He rumbled his throat to send vibrations down my cock a special way he knew I loved, and my muscles trembled.

He suckled me for a minute before pulling away, a single strand of sticky saliva trying its damned hardest to tug the dragon's mouth back. He grabbed my legs to indicate now was not the time for that and lifted them up easily, exposing my tail hole for all to see.

His head sunk back down and pressed against my hole. Wetness lapped against it, his sloppy tongue spreading slick dragon saliva all inside me. He pressed his tongue against my pleasure nut, making my cock throb out a drop of pre. It was a tease, a tease for what was to follow.

Dragon tongues were fucking limber, but it was just an appetizer for dragon cock.

Slick with slit fluid and saliva, my husband's shaft burrowed into me without much difficulty. My ass accommodated my mate without complaint, and he quickly plunged his entire ridged length into me. His body hovered over mine as he pushed, breathing heavily and washing his warmth all over me while his wings curled closer and closer.

When he was fully inside me, he pressed his muzzle against my chest and gave me a tight hug. I heard him whisper, "I love you so much, babe."

If he had me on all fours instead of on my back, he would've seen my tail wag like some dopey dog. I knew he could still feel it twitch against his heavy balls, my involuntary reply to his adoration. "Fill me," I whispered.

The green dragon obliged, giving a low growl before he pulled out and thrust back into me, his ridges sending me to heaven. I panted as he made love to me, rough and in the wilds. My cock throbbed hard as my prostate was stimulated in an intense way only my mate could do, and I moaned for him like a proper bitch.

There was an additional twinge of excitement, a spark that made my primal mind more frisky than usual. The thought of some random mountain bikers finding us was titillating. We would hear them coming far beforehand, of course, but just the imagined threat was enough to make my heart rate heighten.

Evidently my dragon thought so too. His body gave all the signs of getting close quicker than normal. His wings started flapping erratically, his muscles twitched, and his thrusts grew more desperate. His knot formed hastily, and it bashed against my ring, the only difficult part of him to take. We were both so aroused that his hard thrusts made short work of my weak resistance, and his fat dragon knot plugged into me without too much trouble.

We were breathing heavily then, our bodies entwined and teetering right on the edge of climax, but not quite over. It was a wonderful moment, like taking the last step before jumping off a cliff on my hang glider. Then the jump happened.

Ram's hand clutched my pulsing canine knot. He squeezed.

I howled as I blasted my seed between our bodies, the white fluid gluing my fur to his scales. My ass clamped down uncontrollably, returning the favor onto his knot, and he shortly followed me on my blissful journey.

We emptied our balls onto and into each other for what felt like minutes, muscle and flesh throbbing and twitching until time dampened them. A gust of wind brought us back into reality.

"We should head down now," I said. "Someone's probably going to wonder about the crashed glider."

"Of course," he said, giving my cum-stained fur a lick. "We'll have to get you a new one, but you can ride your organic glider tonight." He winked.

"Of course," I answered.