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[center][b]The Jockey Rides the Dragon

By: VeronicaFoxx

Gift for: Revakulgr[/b][/center]

Rain lounged in the brooding chamber in the center of the very comfortable, very soft nest reading aloud to the eggs nestled against her sides. She was nude mostly just because she didn't see any point in wearing clothing when she was in the most secure room of her apartment, with only one exit and no windows, not to mention the rather touchy male dragon sitting just outside. Felix had also told her that the eggs needed to absorb her scent, so that the hatchlings would recognize her as their mother. With dragons, that would involve licking them and fanning her wing to get her smell stuck in the spit, but the fox had told her that getting her sweat on the eggs would work just as well. Which was good, because the brooding chamber was hot and humid as all fuck, with the hot sand-goo stuff beneath the soft blanket covering of the nest where she lay and the heat lamp above and the humidifier that kept the room moist for the eggs...

She was a bit worried about Rev, though. She'd never seen him so... territorial. Even the delivery kobolds that brought his meals, huge bloody carcasses that she insisted he eat on the balcony, were not welcome beyond the doorway. He would check on her every hour almost on the dot, and he always seemed to be looking for danger, peering into the corners, trying to see things in the dim red light that didn't exist. If she was sleeping, she'd wake up to find him stretched half way into the room to sniff at her, as if he'd thought she'd died while he wasn't looking or something. Of course, he also seemed to think he might be contagious or something; he wouldn't come all the way into the room even if she asked, leaving her meals and water on the floor as far in as he could shove them and retrieving anything she left by the doorway later. She was really glad that the remodeling had included a second bathroom, though it had cost her half of her walk-in closet from her actual bedroom.

Strangely enough, any fear that he might try to eat her had entirely faded. Not that she'd ever [i]really[/i] been afraid of him, but there had been a niggling worry. He'd had a hell of a reputation even when he was in the rookies, going through nearly two dozen jockeys in only three years. He'd gone through two of them in his first year as a pro until she'd gotten hold of his reins, and they'd managed just fine for the last five. There had been hiccups, of course, but every relationship of any kind had those. And most other jockey's didn't get quite as close as she had to her dragon, or at least kept it to a more detached friends-with-benefits kind of level. She only knew of one other pair that had anything like what they did, and Phaztra was very much the dominating influence in that one, providing his rider with nothing like the respect and sense of equality that she got from Rev.

She could remember their first meeting as clearly as the day it had happened, and it still sent a spark through her, one that she could now admit was at least half arousal. She'd been new to the professional circuit, only riding third-stringers who were on the way out. Sexism wasn't exactly an active problem, but there [i]were[/i] only about three dozen female riders and dragons combined out of the couple hundred of pairs. The dragon girls had the disadvantage of greater size and less maneuverability, which generally put them at a disadvantage against the smaller, more agile males. Jockeys required physical strength, endurance, and agility to perform their own duties during the race, which didn't exclude women from the running, but their weight distribution was different from men besides the general difference in reach and muscle mass. The kind of woman who made it into the professionals tended to have a body type like Rain's, quite a bit more masculine with small breasts and slim hips and tall, lanky figure. Jessica was far and away an exception, but the rabbit most definitely had the right stuff to do the job and had turned out to be a very adequate stand-in.

The human shifted her position in the brooding nest when the alarm on her phone went off, shuffling the eggs against her sides and turning them as she had been instructed. They were due to visit the Institute in another three days, for the doctors there to make sure the eggs were healthy and developing well, and she was going to be [i]very[/i] glad to get out of the dark, enclosed room. It was large enough not to feel claustrophobic, but she was getting some serious cabin fever after nearly two whole weeks shut into it. Felix was the only visitor she was allowed aside from her dragon's frequent check-ins, and the fox had demands on his time that prevented more than an hour or so of casual chatter. She had to admit that she liked the fox, especially the way he handled Revakulgr, putting the dragon in his place, [i]forcing[/i] him to submit, as she had. It had been the first time that she ever felt like a proper dragon rider.

He'd been... much more savage back then. She'd worked on civilizing him, very hard, and had mostly succeeded. Mostly. Her introduction had been given while he had been ripping apart a deer carcass, one that had recently been alive. He'd managed to splatter her with gore before even giving his name, and she'd almost walked out right then. Instead, she'd strode through the splattering of entrails right up to the dragon and smacked him on the nose, hard. He'd been so affronted and confused that he'd nearly tripped over his own tail before he recovered enough to snarl and snap at her. When that didn't have any obvious effect, he'd let out a roar that left her ears ringing, but she'd stood her ground. Inside, she was surprised that she hadn't turned her panties yellow and brown, but then again her orifices had been clenched tight enough to turn coal into diamond.

"It's not polite to eat so messy in front of visitors," she'd chided him. "I'm your new jockey, and we're gonna set some ground rules [i]right[/i] now about how you behave."

His nose must've been gunked with blood not to smell the fear on her, but once she'd established a strong front, she had to stick with it, and fear became mere wariness, like people who handled big cats and other large predators: this is a thing that can eat me, but I know how to keep it from doing that so long as I don't do anything stupid. Not that he always listened to everything she said, but he hadn't eaten or even tried to hurt her. The excitement of course, had been with her from the start; the thrill of having such a powerful creature beneath her, between her legs, feeling his muscles move through the flexible leather of the saddle, feeling the air that swept by her with a roar as loud as any he could make; the need for precision and agility, the exhilaration of freefall after she launched herself from his back to score a ring, the slight giddy-fear that he might not catch her, and then the feeling as she thudded onto his back once more; the pride as they crossed the finish line, the exuberance of winning, the orgasmic blizzard of joy when they won their first championship.

God, that'd been the absolute best moment of her life up to then. When they hit the landing zone, they'd been so far ahead in score that she'd known they won well before the announcers ever called it, and at the moment of impact, with the saddle grinding hard between her legs, she'd cum harder than ever before in her life. Her legs had been so shaky afterward that she'd been afraid to dismount. She'd actually ridden him all the way back to the locker room, waving to the crowd from the saddle until they passed beneath the bleachers and damn near begging the dragon to take her to the showers. She'd pretty much fallen out of the saddle after releasing the safety straps, barely been able to release his saddle harness, and shucked her riding gear as fast as she could to get her hands between her legs. Oh, it was so bruised, aching and sore, but [i]so[/i] damn sensitive, and then that blasted dragon had nosed himself between her legs and [i]licked[/i] at her. Then he'd taken her, and she'd let him. That had been their first time, but nowhere near the last.

Rain's hand jerked away from between her legs in sudden shame and fear when the door to the brooding chamber slid open, like a teen caught in the act. Rev's head came snaking in, given the room a firm looking over before settling over her, and his nostrils flared. Then he got an expression she had rarely seen before: he was embarrassed. He pulled back faster than he ever had before, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing. The pair of them, like some moonstruck juveniles on their first date... then the laughter passed, and the horiness came crashing back in. She glanced at the eggs. They could keep a little bit without her. She stormed over to the door and rammed it open, stalking across the living room towards the dragon, who scuttled back to press against the glass doors that led to the balcony. She stood across from him with her fisted hands on her hips and a scowl on her face, then stretched out one hand to snap her fingers before pointing at the floor in front of her.

He [i]crept[/i] towards her, like a dog that thought it was about to get beaten, and did everything but whimper and wag his tail to make her not mad at him for wetting the floor or whatever. Rain swore she was never going to understand exactly what made him so submissive sometimes, especially when he was normally so arrogant. She almost cracked a smile, and he quirked a curious brow at the twitch of her lips. But once he'd slid his head close enough, she bent down over him, grabbed hold of his horns, and [i]ground[/i] her sloppy-wet slit against his nose, making sure he got a biiiiig whiff of her smell.

"Rev," she told him, as deadly serious as a shot to the heart, "I need you to fuck me. Right here. Right now. [i]Hard[/i]. And you don't get to be done until [i]I'm[/i] done. Got it?"

[i]That[/i] got his attention, and he let out that delicious rumble that vibrated his snout against her clit, his lips splitting into a wide, predatory grin, head lifting so that she hung beneath his jaws. He reached forward to take her between his foreclaws, then carefully rolled over onto his back, and slid her down his body until she felt the emerging hardness of him pressing against her. He held her there, just held her, until she started beating and scratching at his chest out of pure frustration. And then he was [i]inside[/i] her, inside her again, where he belonged, and it felt [i]so[/i] damn [i]good[/i]!

[center][b]The End[/b][/center]