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The bright evening sun hung heavy over the distant ocean, turning the vast sheet of turbulent water into a soup of shimmering gold and fiery yellow. As if desperately fleeing from the great ball of celestial fire descending below the seaward horizon, huge waves marched forward in a chaotic parade, inevitably meeting oblivion in a cloud of salty spray as they crashed upon the jagged cliff base. Yet as the water glistened like liquid flames upon the gnarled stone and patches of loose seaweed, its acrid sting failed to reach the rugged clifftop, where a few steadfast bastions of vegetation hung to every narrow patch of dirt they could sink their roots into.

Battered by the harsh wind, the hardy pine trees and ferns performed a dance, movements heavy and stark, as they were tossed from side to side. Yet their winding anchors stood firm, the fallen logs of lesser trees littering the ground around them a testament to their resilience. Yet as bitter as the clifftop was, for the lack of heat offered by the deceptively-bright sun still allowed the odd patch of ice to form, it failed to affect the lone figure who stalked along the coast, patrolling his seaside territory.

In dragon years, the drake was still young. Young, and a good part naive as he prowled along the clifftop with an air of confidence only portrayed by one who'd just recently acquired the pleasure of their own territory. He could think a plot of land no bigger than a field would be impressive at his age, whereas other, more experienced dragons, may have whole kingdoms under their sway. Nonetheless, one hundred and nineteen years of experience was still more experience than most mortal races could dream of, even if it were no more than the blink of an eye in the life of a dragon.

Tempest was his name, pale-white scales shimmering in the last of the sun's fleeting rays as it was dragged over the distant horizon. By contrast, his underbelly was a dark gray, while the deep blue of his stripes would put even the ocean's depths to shame with their regality. The same color was reflected in his eyes, blue as the oceanic abyss and knife-sharp as they closely scoured the land around him.

Flanking his sleek muzzle and tooth-filled jaw, where a set of horns, two on each side of his skull, four in total, each descending pair slightly shorter than that proceeding it. He also boasted six more horns on his chin, three on each side, while two hooked features marked his toned shoulders. Either side of the long, blue stripe that ran between his two broad wings to the tip of his sleek, whip-like tail. All in all, he wasn't a dragon many would consider ugly. Yet as he prowled with an aura of cockiness that radiated more than the last of the sun's fiery light, many a dragoness would look upon him and know he had a long way to go before he'd be a worthy mate. Much to his frustration, as dragon breeding season was only a week or two away.

"I'd just love to see someone try and enter my territory now," Tempest muttered under his breath, doing his best to stay quiet, despite his swelling pride. "I think I finally got this place all locked down, my own land, no one else's!"

Having his own territory had been a dream of his for years now, ever since he was old enough to flee the nest, he'd desired his own land. Yet after far too long simply wandering and being chased away by other dragons, there was no way he was letting any land slip out from under his talons.

I'll fight any male that's dumb enough to challenge me. He thought smugly as he crept down a lull in the cliffside, feeling loose rocks scatter under his claws like fleeing bugs. Of course, dragonesses are welcome... Oh, I hope some show up before mating season.

Young he may be, but Tempest was all too aware of what was to come in the next few weeks. All dragons knew the time when their females would become gravid, and the males' cocks would swell with lust. He could already feel the changes coming on in himself, all he could think about was mounting the perfect dragoness, feeling her smooth body under his, their tails entwined.

Of course, she'll probably want me to pull out... He considered, lifting a foreclaw to his chin as he felt a pleasured twitch between his thighs. Then again, dragonesses often look after the whelps anyway, I doubt she'd even want me there if we had kids.

He had to stop himself there, all too aware that was instinct talking, not him, and certainly not him in the right mind. The mating season's effects were already gripping his mind like talons. They made him too horney, and far too jumpy. In fact, he was sure it was that which caused him to jolt at the first sound to meet his ears. It was a rustle in the bushes to his right, and like a white and blue hurricane, he whipped around to face the disturbance.

"Who is it, who's there, this is my territory!?" he growled dangerously, teeth bared and muzzle wrinkled into a snarl as he imagined dragons storming in to steal what was his. "I'm warning you, come out now or I'll burn you!"

There was another rustle, then a snapping of twigs and Tempest leaned forward, snorting smoke as he scuffed a claw in the frosty dirt.

"I mean it! I'm..." The scattering of leaves, and sudden rush of feathered wings that erupted from the undergrowth, had the dragon pathetically snapping his jaws. "Gah!"

The swarm of birds surged past him in a fleeing wave, Tempest only getting a mouth full of feathers for his efforts as his teeth clamped down on the frail body of one avian, and he spat it out with a huff.

"Urg, seriously!" He flopped to the floor, a heavy snort scattering frosty dust as he peered up to where the birds had all been hiding, only to pause as something odd caught his attention. "What in the great drake's name is that?"

Suspended in the tree was a cage that looked to be formed from copper wire and wood. It was swinging as if it had been struck by a ghost, yet was clearly broken, as it had been busted open from the inside.

"Who did this?" Tempest asked himself as he rose to his paws and edged over, inspecting the cage as he shifted it in his forepaws. "This does not look like dragon equipment."

Not only that, but the cage was also filled with feathers akin to those he'd accidentally caught in his maw. It was not the only cage either, several more were set up as if to catch something, as well as a few spring traps and snares.

"Who is setting up traps in my territory!?" Tempest hissed angrily, noting that the cages were not large enough for him, but could easily and efficiently trap a young dragon, one who'd not learned to use their elemental power.

These must be dragon poacher traps? He recognized, aware they were often set up to catch newly hatched whelps that wandered from the nest just after mating season?

Whoever set these up is ahead of the game. They're trying to capture any kids I have before I even have them!

The audacity made Tempest furious. So much so, he felt fire bubbling deep within his chest as he thought about it. To think, they'd not only the nerve to come into his territory, but also booby trap it!

I have to find out who did this. He concluded, slightly regretting how vocal he'd been about moving in here. Maybe I shouldn't have told every dragon in town, one probably set me up... Urg, but I just wanted the dragonesses to notice!

Conflicted, not only because those dragonesses in the village hadn't seemed to care about his meager territory, but also because another male was probably trying to drive him out with subtle mind games, Tempest stomped a foreclaw and snorted smoke.

This has to be a trick, no poacher would come here... I mean... I won't have any kids for them to... At that, Tempest's head piqued as another disturbance met his ears. Is that a bell, a ship's bell?

The odd ringing sound was coming from beyond the bushes, and pinpointing its location, the dragon was swift to barge his way through the thick undergrowth towards it.

By my scales, who is in my territory now!? He was swiftly reaching the point he'd torch anyone foolish enough to cross him, or at least try too.

That was until his eyes set upon the source of the ringing, however; and he paused. He came to a stop by another clifftop, this one looming tall over a secluded bay, in which a pair of ships were anchored. Both were narrow, wooden hulls marked by spikes and red sails fanning out like the wings of a dragon. Yet what was most striking of all, was the plethora of anti-dragon weapons upon the deck, from harpoons to cannons, all of them managed by half-avian creatures Tempest recognized.

"Griffins," he hissed through gritted fangs, muzzle wrinkled once more as he saw several of the feline-reared beasts shifting cargo along the deck. "Trust my territory to be the one filled with pirates."

Regardless, seeing some of the weapons the featherwings boasted, there was no way he could take them on, no matter how strong he thought he was. At that, he considered going back to town and getting help, yet out of fear of appearing weak, he neglected the idea.

No, no, I have to sort this out, I'm a dragon and this is my territory! He thought, knowing no female would ever want to mate with him if he couldn't even deal with a few pirates. I mean, they're just griffins... well-armed, probably experienced dragon hunters...

"Urg, my me?" he hurried along, burying his face in a foreclaw as he pressed low to the ground. "Okay, I need to think of..."

His words were cut off as another abrupt sound met his ears, and his attention swiftly turned toward a small cave at the watery base of the bay. Several griffin guards patrolled in and out, spears in their talons, yet the sound was clear.

That's a dragoness, she's screaming! _ He shot to his paws, and stalked down the cliff, the idea of a dragoness in his territory filling him with resolve. _If these vermin have a dragoness here, I need to save her... Maybe then... I can get a mate!

The idea clouded the dragon's mind until he forgot all about the ships docked in the bay, and creeping by the guards as they chatted about odd griffin food, he quietly slipped into the cave.

********

"By my tail feathers, this one will fetch such a fine price across the sea," one griffin muttered, voice a gruff opposition to the cold, dripping dampness of the salty cave. "The king will pay handsomely for a slave like this."

There was a rattling of chains, a gagged muffle, and a thrash of scales against bars in response to the griffin's observations, yet the avian only chuckled as a second griffin, a female, added.

"Quiet down in there, dragon. You're a dark scale, no one here will ever miss you." At that declaration, Tempest ducked back down behind the mound of boulders he'd been using as cover and lifted a foreclaw to his chin.

A dark-scale? Like the super hot, exotic dragonesses that once served the dark lord? He recalled the tails and legends of the servants of evil long ago, the cult of dragonesses that had been liberated, only to be met with taboo and mistrust. Oh, now that would be a nice find!

Just like that, he peered over his damp cover again, and sure enough, beyond the griffin guards, and a set of rusty bars, he saw her. Gagged with a led rod and chained up, she had dull, purple scales, a red underbelly, and wings. Her eyes were an odd shade of blue, yet stunningly beautiful, as was her slender muzzle. Her neck was like a sleek serpent, rounded hips wide and her tail was akin to a slave master's whip.

By the stars... She's really kind of hot! He thought, feeling his cock at the slit between his thighs as he watched her gorgeous scales shimmer in the weak torch light. No, no, no sex yet, Tempest, free her first!

Yet his horny body wasn't willing to give him any time to wait, and like lightning, he sprung up over the rock and launched himself at the two griffins. Taken off guard by a hormone-fuelled dragon, the two were utterly defenseless, as Tempest shattered the mangy old table they'd been sat at and pinned one under a foreclaw. Only for the female to jump up and stagger back.

"Gah, get off me!" the male under the dragon's claw hissed, yet Tempest simply wrenched him up and threw him into a wall, knocking him out cold as he slipped to the floor in a dazed heap.

"Garran!" called the female griffin in alarm, before retrieving an odd canister from her barding. "Oh, I'm going to gas you so bad you'll wish you were already a slave!"

Tempest could only watch in stunned silence as the avian readied her gas bomb. Surely it was the kind that only knocked out leatherwings like himself, then he'd wake up just as much a slave as the dragoness he was trying to free.

No, how could I be so stupid, I should have just killed them both!? He thought, yet the humiliating fate he dreaded didn't befall him, instead a pair of chained claws erupted from the bars behind the griffin and wrapped around her neck.

"Gah! He I..." the griffin gaged as she started to choke, before slipping into unconsciousness along with her companion and flopping down to the floor. "Fu... you..."

She muttered a few slurred words, yet the bigger issue was the grenade that rolled from her limp talons and started to hiss green smoke.

Oh no, time to get out now! Tempest noted, using all of his strength to smash through the bars, then look to the chains binding the dragoness. Okay, just burn them, right?"

He did his best not to burn the prisoner as he melted the chains to slag, all the while trying not to gag on the acrid sting starting to fill his throat.

"Hey, don't worry, I'm here to get you out!" he declared as he burned more of the chains and snatched the muzzle from the dragonesse's mouth. "Can you still fly?"

Free of the deadly metal that prevented her from daring to breathe fire, the dragoness blasted every last chain off herself as Tempest took a step back in stunned awe. This new dragoness was hot and capable, and that made him want to fuck her more than ever! Nevertheless, she looked at him with genuine gratitude as she nodded.

"Yeah, I can still fly, going to blast every boat on the way out of here too!" she declared, as the sudden sound of commotion from deeper in the cave, and the shadows of more griffins in the distant torch light, signaled more guards were coming. "We better get out of here now though!"

There was no argument from Tempest, fearing his wings and nodding as he led her away from the growing gas cloud, out to the cave mouth, and announced.

"Just head for the cliffs, this is my territory, once we're out of sight, we'll be safe." No matter their dire situation, he couldn't help but puff up his chest and smirk at the declaration these were his lands, yet the dragoness only blinked, then nodded as she took off.

She's impressed, she's got to be impressed. He thought, yet all those ideas evaporated as he saw a blast of green fire engulf one of the boats, the dark dragoness swooping around like a ghost in the night to attack the second one. Okay... Can't say I'm not impressed either.

Nonetheless, as burning griffins did their best to flail into the water, Tempest took off. Struggling to find the dragoness in the darkness as he took up a position behind her, he followed her into the night.

Wait, this is my territory, shouldn't I be leading? He thought, pride demanding he do so, at least until he got a good view of the dragonesse's rear. Oh... Well, tail hole like that. I guess behind is not so bad after all.

********

"The name's Tempest, by the way, and yeah, this was all really hard-won on my part," Tempest concluded his long tail about how he'd fought for his territory and how great it was as he came into land behind the dragoness. "But how about you, didn't catch your name?"

"I-It's Cynder... And well, I'm sure this is a great territory you have here but..." The dragoness rounded on him in the secluded clearing, a somewhat anxious smile on her face. "Well, I'm not used to such kindness from strangers, my kind are kinda shunned out here... So, thanks."

Oh, she... Well, she's kinda cute too! Tempest noted as he shrugged off the whole ordeal with a confident wing-flex, assuring her it was no big deal. Okay, play it cool, get under her tail.

"I'd have done it for any dragon, don't worry. You're safe now," he assured, but when she crept over and gingerly wrapped a wing over him in a hug, he froze. "Oh... I... Thanks."

"It's my thanks, and... Well, in my culture we repay a life debt like that with... Anything," Cynder admitted, taking a step back. "You saved me from getting dragged across the ocean to become a slave, so what is it you'd like?"

She'll do anything for me? Tempest blinked, then grinned. Oh, this is it, my mate for the season! He felt his tail swish and his cock poke free just a little as he slid right up to her.

"I guess there is this one thing... You see, you're really hot and I've not got a mate this season..." he declared, but at that, she pressed a foreclaw to his chest and held him at arm's length. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"You want to mate, with a dark dragoness?" Cynder deadpanned as if that were a stupid idea, yet at Tempest's giddy look she sighed and added. "Okay, no, I'll do anything for you, but not that."

The male dragon's face fell flat, all of his sexual fantasies crushed in a second. Yet the swelling of pressure in his nethers wasn't about to let him give up. Therefore, he put on his best gentle-drake act and snaked along her side, rubbing her scales close to his.

"That's not how I meant to say it... I... I mean, I'd love to mate with you, beautiful. I don't care what the world says," he offered, snatching a good look at her round, succulent rump. "How about we start small?"

Cynder stole a look at his white-scaled rear too, seeming to do her best to disguise how much she liked it as she sighed and ruffled her wings.

"This close to dragon mating season, you know what could happen to us, right?" she asked as if he should know, but at his smitten look, she rolled her eyes and added. "You may not care, but I do... No matter how... Kinda cute you are."

"It's okay, I get it but..." Tempest pouted. "I'd treat you right, my lady." He stroked her neck with his tail and she let out a long, stuttering breath.

She does like it, I can feel her sway... I can smell her arousal! Regardless of that, he did his best not to lose control, continuing to woo her. I got this, I got this.

"A male to treat me right?" Cynder appeared very fond of that idea as she sighed. "Tell me then, have you ever had a mate before?"

Tempest's face fell flat before he knew it, and from the look Cynder was giving him, it was clear she already knew the embarrassing answer.

I could lie but... Is that really what she wants? He nodded, yet swiftly corrected himself, shaking his head as he tentatively admitted.

"Look... no... I've not, but I won't treat you wrong, I'll make you feel good and... Well, I do like you," he admitted, and she smiled a little.

"You're honest, at least." She flexed a forepaw. "Besides, I could have easily just knocked you out to avoid that oh so subtle attempt at blackmail," she grinned and Tempest masked his trepidation with an awkward chuckle as she rounded on him. "Okay, so we start small, I'll suck that cock I see creeping between your legs."

"O-okay..." Tempest almost choked on his words, glancing back at his cock before Cynder gently lay him back against a tree and nuzzled his rear legs apart, revealing the peeking tip of the blue member. "I... I didn't think you'd seen it yet."

"You're a male right before his first time, it's hard to miss that swell," she cooed, as she crouched her front down, tail up and hips swaying as she licked a string of pree from his tip. "I'll get you all primed, then you mount me, but pull out, got it?"

"S-sure..." Tempest stuttered, head thrown back and eyes closed as he could barely focus, all the while his cock slipped out further, encouraged by more tender licks. "Oh, that feels so good!"

"I was a slave to the dark lord, trained in his dungeons," Cynder informed as her rump and tail wiggled seductively, and he reached to give her a rub. "You should consider yourself lucky to get this treatment."

Any form of that sentimental appreciation was lost to bliss seconds later, however; as Cynder kept going. Her long tongue wrapped around his thick cock like a spring, working up and down as she steadily encouraged his bulging knot free.

"Fuu... Fuck... by my ancestors!" Tempest winced, grunted, and snarled, muzzle wrinkled as he clawed at the loose dirt either side of him. "I... I needed this so bad."

"I can tell, your balls are fit to pop, sweetie," Cynder cooed as she flicked his tip with a talon. "But no cumming until I say, okay?"

At that she drew back, delicately stimulating his muscles with a few gentle talon taps to his inner thigh before she plunged her head down and took his whole cock. Deep-throating him like a master, her neck arched and her head bobbed, muzzle sliding up and down as she purred.

"Arg... That's... not easy!" Tempest moaned, shuddering and going stiff as ice, doing his best not to cum before she let him. "Oh, I'm too pent up!"

Sensing the shift in her mate, Cynder let up on her assault just a little, coiled tongue slipping from his tip, to his base, and gently caressing his swelling knot.

"I... Ooof... That's a little better, I think I can hold it!" Tempest panted, the heat radiating from his scales starting to melt the frost around him as he snorted smoke and dared hold Cynder's head in place. "That's it, you stay right there, sexy girl!"

She shuddered, and he knew she could shake him off at a moment's notice if she really wanted too, yet the dark dragoness humored her naive mate, sucking him off until his cock was well and truly at full mast. It was a tower of blue in her muzzle, barbs tickling her inner cheeks as his knot ripened to full bloom. Yet just as she got him to the edge, she heaved back, shaking off his forepaw and drawing up.

"H-hey... why'd..." She pressed the end of her tail to his lips to shush him as she gave the tip of his cock a flick with one foreclaw. "Gah... Okay... I... You're in charge here."

"That I am, sweetie, now..." She rotated herself, shoving her rear up and folding her tail over her arched spine, wings fanned out at her flanks as she presented her sopping wet pussy to him in full. "I want you to mount me, practice some thrusts, then pull out!"

She didn't need to tell Tempest twice as the smell of her arousal hit him like a wall, and his instincts completely took over. Awkwardly maneuvering his body as it was on the brink of orgasm, he surged over her, taking her by the shoulders and pinning her down. All the while he wiggled his hips in line with her toned rump and posed his swollen cock at her wet entrance, slipping it by her sopping labia.

"Yes, yes, my sexy dragoness... But now, I'm the one on top," he hissed, giving in to his dominant desire. "Now, stay still and moan for me!"

"Don't get too carried away, young one... I can assure you, I've had better... Arg!" Cynder's chastising was cut short by a grunt as Tempest shoved in so hard he almost sent her sprawling, if not for her claws digging in firmly. "Hey, not so hard, you fool!"

Either way, the horny male dragon was lost to his lust, neglecting his mate's words as he snorted, nibbled her neck, and started to thrust hard. His firm muscles tensed like knotted rope, going hard as his inner thigh clapped against Cynder's succulent cheeks. Meanwhile, there was a series of wet slurps as his hard cock slipped in and out, ripe knot pressing against, then peeling away from her wet pussy, rubbing her clit as she moaned.

"Y-you better know what you're doing if you want to put that in!" Cynder called, wiggling her hips and edging back, really battling her desire to take his knot. "Hrumph... I... I want it inside me!"

"Y-you want this knot, huh?" he asked, shoving forward, then pulling back as his tail coiled tight with hers. "I... I think I can still pull out if you do."

"Mmm, just do it and stop talking, fool!" she hissed, shoving her rear back into his crotch as he thrust forward once again, awkwardly hitting her pussy at an odd angle. "Oof, what are you doing? I'm so wet, just shove it in already!"

"I-I am just... just... give... Arg!" There was a deep slorp, then a spurt of wet cum as his knot was shoved in hard, almost knocking Cynder off her paws as her face wrinkled, then her eyes popped wide. "I... I got it!?"

"Y-Yeah, you did, genius! Now... Gah... Just... a little more..." The air around them turned so hot and sticky, icicles started to melt. "Oh... fuck!"

Moreover, it was a wonder the pirates down in the distant bay didn't hear the two of them moan, yelp, and cry out as they both panted and shoved against each other.

"I... I'm cumming... You let me cum, then pull..." Cynder began to say, but her words were stolen by a shrill roar as she came hard, sleek dragoness cum slavering Tempest's hard cock as it spit out between his strong thrusts. "By the ancestors!"

"Oh... You're a good... Girl... Okay, just let me... One more..." One last thrust into her silky channel now it was lubricated by warm fluid was all he wanted, and he shoved in hard before trying to yank himself free. "I... I... Hold... Can't!"

"T-tempest, don't you dare!" Cynder warned, no matter how much she secretly wanted it and wiggled her hips, almost inviting it. "I... I... Ack!"

The dragonesse's words were robbed as she came again, and with a heave, Tempest attempted to pull back, yet the angle was once again off, and with a snag of his bulging not, and a tickle at his tip, his cock exploded with a blast of hot, sticky cum. Right into Cynder's ready womb!

"No!" The two dragons called in unison, yet neither could avert their instincts, and both rolled their hips in time with their orgasms.

Tempest gave small jerks, yet with each pump, another stream of pent-up baby batter was shoved into Cynder's primed oven. All the tail teasing she'd subjugated him to came back to bite her in the ass, yet for a moment of bliss, she couldn't care less as she milked him for every drop of seed. His barbs tickled her clit and she came again, all the while feeling his warm cum fill her womb like a balloon, until she was sure she'd look swollen.

Meanwhile, Tempest couldn't fight the urge to keep pumping, his subtle thrust starting to fade as he blasted one last stream into his mate, then resolved to plug her full as he panted hard and staggered over her back. He grasped her shoulders, licking where he'd bitten her neck almost on instinct as the two of them snorted and gasped.

Cynder's legs buckled and almost slipped from under her. Yet the dragoness was strong, and with a shove, she jerked Tempest back to full alert. At that, he lifted atop her, the two of them still firmly knotted and entwined as the dark dragoness shot him a dangerous glare and hissed.

"You were supposed to pull out!"

Tempest's expression fell into one of awkward embarrassment, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck with one forepaw as his head dipped and his proud stance deflated.

"I... I... Sorry..." was the best he could stammer as Cynder ruffled her wings and winced, pulling free of him with a hard pop. "Ouch, that..."

She curled around, lifting her tail to see the thick cum dribbling from her packed pussy. Then her muzzle wrinkled into a snarl as she rounded on Tempest, pinning him to the base of a tree.

"You better hope I'm not in an early heat, or you're going to have some extra mouths to feed!" she declared, then huffed. "That sex was hardly worth getting knocked up over!"

"W-what do you mean? You don't look gravid... I'm sure you'll be fine," he responded, but she rolled her eyes, let him go, and added.

"That's not the point, fool. Point is you..." She jabbed a foreclaw at him dismissively. "You really need to get better at pleasing a dragoness and pulling out when she tells you!"

Tempest deflated even more as he slumped down against the tree, awkwardly tapping his foreclaws together as he sheepishly admitted.

"I-I told you it was my first time... I've never done it before." His look was almost pleading, his pride demanding he do his best to get some respect back, but Cynder huffed and shrugged.

"Oh, I can tell... Look... just..." She glanced away and spread her wings. "Get some help, get a real mate, and..." One glance back at her stuffed pussy and she seemed lost for words.

"Sorry," Tempest admitted weakly, and she snorted.

"I shouldn't have let you woo me like that," she deadpanned, before she sighed and added. "See you around, Tempest."

At that she took to the sky, disappearing into the dark night with a beating of wings and a scattering of branches as Tempest huffed and jabbed a claw at his slowly softening cock.

"I'm not bad at sex, that felt great, I just... Well, it's all new to me!" he muttered to himself, then glared at where Cynder had stood. "I'll show her, next time we meet, I'll show her just what she's missing!"