The Whispers of Winter

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Courtship of Ice Dragons

The ice dragons flowed through the glacier as if they were part of it, the ice that made them up glowing with inherent magic. Icebeam and Moonshine were one and the same with the ice, taking on mortal, solid bodies as and when it pleased them but, as long as there was ice in the northern reaches of the land that they called home, their existence was sure.

Their love, however, was something that flowed through so strongly that they, at times, giggled and made jokes about their love melting them one day. It was something that was meant to be warm but they were cold to the core with the stringent sharpness that only ice could hold in its centre. The sharpness was crystal-clear and clear-cut, everything defined in the best of ways, bringing clarity in a world that, sometimes, contained too much muddy water.

"Catch me if you can!"

Icebeam giggled, leaping from the glacier into the moonlit sky as her tail sprung free last from the ice. Whereas her hide gave the impression that she was translucent, she was as solid as any other mammal or reptile on the planet, four-legged with huge wings that were see-through where the membranes stretched between the spines. The night sky bristled with cold and she leaned into it hungrily, tail whipping behind her as she flung herself forth, her mate following behind. He was a larger dragon but the cold in his frozen scales was lighter than air, lifting him onward and upward with a set of formidable, curved horns bursting from his skull.

He could catch her, Moonshine of the North Sky, a shimmering delight struck through with lighter shades of blue than her scales. Yet one would have been hard-placed to define them as any one colour as they flitted and flirted and danced with wild abandon, the winter taking them wholly as they gave themselves over to the icy grip of a land that was theirs.

All theirs... Always theirs. Icebeam and Moonshine were the guardians of the north, but that did not mean that their love could not prosper, their own beings in their own right too. She cried out a warbling, rippling cry that echoed forth across the snowy landscape, the rise and fall of hills and mountains, even down to the sea that stretched out in a frozen mass, onward as far as the eye could see.

He chased her tail, something twisting within him, that frozen delight he took in adoring her form arcing through the night sky. She was beautiful, his Icebeam, but it was her passion for life and her guardianship that had drawn him to her in the first place, how she moved so easily, honing her skills, the magic that allowed her to grow and develop, the sharp lines of icicle-like spines lining her back marking a year for every one that she had lived.

He wanted her, heart rising, lifting, wings spreading to cast his glittering shadow over her. It was all a game to the two of them, something chilled to keep the light of love between them all the more glistening. Moonshine's shaft pushed out, stretching the edges of the slit placed right at the very base of his belly, near the crux of his hind legs. The pale blue length gleamed as if with a fresh frost, need coursing through with the pump of his wings, daring her, chasing her, their jest certain in the delight of it all.

She knew he was coming, twisting and turning so that he could better admire her, starlight glancing off her scales. She shook her head, mischief in the shard of ice that bragged her eyes, crooning and warbling, her song curling through the night air, claiming her right.

"Come for me, my love, let us bring a chill to this winter together..."

The snow sparkled as he met her in mid-air, coming together, his shaft brushing her scales - only to break away again a moment later. As much as they wanted one another, their passion could not be taken in the air at such a low altitude, though they could flirt and they could tease, the drama of everything bristling through their frozen bodies. Their tails arched and curled back and forth, brushing up against one another, but the moment was not to be taken in such a sharp light when they had all the time in the world left to enjoy one another.

Icebeam chuckled, twisting around, rolling over him, letting him get a brief scent of her cunny, tucked up under her tail, close to the pucker of her backdoor entrance. That was not a part that they would enjoy that night, for it was peak breeding season for ice dragons, the only kind of dragon that could survive in such a hellishly chilled landscape. Moonshine crooned to her, crying out her name, singing it to the wind, the wind picking up their joy and their lust, though none who heard their song would recognise it as such.

That was all well and good, however. They did not need to advertise what they were there for to the rest of the world, the world that they took guardianship over. Alighting on a snowy outcrop, which may have covered rock, they would not know, Moonshine called her to him, head thrown back as if in a wolf's howl, singing his lust while his shaft ached and throbbed. Dripping with tiny, frozen droplets of pre-cum, they were chilled but not frozen entirely, seeming to hold the properties of ice while still being a fluid that could be poured and dripped. That was not a part of their bodies that had to be examined in anything less than magical detail, but they could come together as his partner landed beside him, rippling with less than tentative glee.

"So nice of you to join me..." She purred. "And I thought you were too chilled and slow to take on the chase."

That was not the case, not by far, not as he drew her to him, letting his lover lay him back into the snow, which formed softly around his body, not hard-packed like well-trodden tracks would be, even in the depths of the winter season. Her body undulated over him, soft and pliable, betraying the magical nature of her body and her blood, croons rising. A moment like that was merely for them and them alone, her sex grinding down against him as he tried to roll up against her, though it was Icebeam that had the upper claw in that situation, much to their mutual pleasure.

It was all for them, only for them, love holding them together as she sank onto his shaft, taking a moment only to allow her body to grow used to the length of him, once again, stretching her open. It had hardly been any time at all since they had last shown their passions with one another but there was time yet for them to enjoy each other, her sex cool and soft around him. Icebeam's body would not remain stretched after he'd penetrated her, of course, though the snowflakes fluttering down around were enough to soothe any errant warmth from their bodies as they moaned together, her hips grinding down over him delightfully.

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