Airborne Courtship

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Love Between Dragons

Keanno crooned as he tipped his wings, cutting through the air like a knife through butting, slicing through as if there was nothing there, not even the wind itself, that could possibly stop him. The king of the skies, a blue-scaled dragon with gently undulating, elegantly curved horns that pointed back from his skull, he knew where his power lay in the world - and that most certainly was not on the ground. He had no place there, clicking his teeth together lightly, though the rattle of wind against them, so high above the ocean that the air chilled his tongue, was not as pleasant as the comparative glory of his flight.

Keanno was not alone up there, however, wisps of cloud brushing the lighter scales of his underbelly as he dipped and twisted in and out of the clouds, swimming through them like a sea dragon might through water. No, that would have been a different adventure indeed, not the one he was apt to have that particular day beneath the starlight, greeting the moon and stars in a land of peace above the clouds and then diving back through to the smooth, grey expanse of the belly.

There... Up there... There was a dragoness - and what a beautiful dragoness she was. The blue drake, who normally roosted along the coastline, had never seen her before but that had never stopped two dragons in the pursuit of mateship before. Such things were pliable and changeable between dragons and as long as both parties were consenting there were little issues to be had between two parties that wanted one another.

And from the scent of her purple-scaled beauty, the complement to his ocean-blue depths, she was more than ready to receive his advances.

"My sweet... You don't have to stay away."

He could have been suave, something of a Casanova as other dragons had made such in a comparison with themselves before. They always through themselves to be better than they were but Keanno was hardly one to brag about his station or shoot out of his league - simply because he was confident in his own ability as he was. He had no lofty aspirations to might and power like some and, truly, he was more than happy with his lot in life, the feel of the wind caressing his scales, teasing down his tail like the lightest claw-tips he had ever felt, all that he could ever have wanted to languish in.

But she was different, a slenderer dragon, though it was not always such that females were slimmer and of a lighter build than males. She could have been another gender entirely but her eye grazing his told a different tale, her interest in him perked in turn, although she did not voice anything, not as yet. Maybe she was holding back, letting him enjoy her sinuous form, so slender, almost like that of an Eastern dragon from across the seas. A blend of more than one type of dragon surely lay in her heritage and bloodlines, his nostrils quivering with interest that could not so easily be denied.

"Come..."

She whispered, the hiss cutting through the air and wrapping around his neck like one of the whisker-like appendages that trailed from her cheeks, brushing back against her cheek and neck as she flew. She didn't have horns like him but tendrils and "fronds" that waved in her flight, the very manner of her flight less about the wings and more the undulation of her sweet body too through the air. Keanno couldn't take his eyes off her, not even in a moment like that when he should have been more concerned about his own flight and the path that his body took through the air than he was.

"Viola..."

She whispered her name to him, though there was no sense of coyness or shyness in her tone. In a way, Viola radiated power, a quiet confidence that he recognised in her, as it was what he had always embodied in himself without actively thinking about it.

With the stars above the cloud cover, the sea light and heralding choppier waters come morning, maybe it was destiny that the two of them were fated to meet.

Viola knew him, if only from a distance. Drakes could be cockier but, with their brawn and might, it was fair to say that their bodies afforded them the ability to be cockier, pushing on through things that dragonesses could exert greater finesse with. She smirked, her muzzle long and sensual, the sort of snout that was better used for fish-catching rather than ripping meat from bone. Land dragons were so crude. But neither would Keanno have wanted to be called anything like a "land dragon", if he had ever heard those words pass her lips.

But she was as she was, sweet and smooth, the flow of her body catching his eye, hypnotic in its swaying, twisting undulation. She knew what she did to a drake and took full advantage of that, her scales shivering and trembling with the passion of what was to come.

She wasn't there, after all, to give Keanno anything that he did not already crave.

He flew in closer, pumping his wings against the air to push himself onward, though it no longer seemed to shape itself to the beat of his wings anymore. It was more and more laborious as he grunted and forced his body to comply, muscles aching, a sea breeze whipping up into a wind that bore back against him against his will. He snarled and bared his fangs in the face of it, daring it to best him, ploughing through in a splash of spray, salt clinging to his scales.

"This is no chase, Viola..."

No. It was a dance. And she knew it was such as she turned her body in mid-air to meet him, her claws outstretched. Such mating rites were passed down from one generation of dragons to the next, regardless of where in the world, exactly, they had been born or currently hailed from. Keanno rumbled, pleased, as she locked her claws to his, close to the breath of a choppy sea and yet neither of them planning to plunge beneath the surface when there were more sultry delights above the surface to lure them into the tying of two bodies.

The drake grunted, pumping his wings, gaining height, their bodies spinning and spinning, only their hind claws locked, feet pressed coolly up against one another. He had no forepaws, a wyvern type, but that only made it easier for her to rear back, the arch of her body as it extended balancing them perfectly even as he leaned back into the spin.

"And I thought here that drakes were not apt for acrobatics."

Her eyes glittered as she teased him, a sliver of her personality that he would learn about more and more over the coming months as they cared for their eggs, the little ones that would be yet to hatch even after such a time. There was no need to reveal all in the dance of courtship, after all, but their passion would only be heralded by the stars above as they cried out, warbling and trembling, their need fluttering, hearts pounding.

Keanno's body could not help but respond, turning and dancing together as if they had music to dance to, like other kinds of dragons that were more land-borne than they, in the air. Starlight glanced through the translucent membranes of their wings and they cried out their crooning delight, the age-old remnants of instinct carrying them forth. So it was that the slit under his tail parted, the cloaca that held everything in one place, convenient for a drake like him.

It revealed a shaft, a length of dragon-meat that made itself known in a slickly smooth glide. Pushing forth, it gleamed with a hint of pre-cum and natural lubrication that would allow him to more easily slide into the dragoness, when the time came. It tapered to a smooth, soft, penetrating point, though possessed a curve down the length that ran all in one direction, his testes held internally, as was the case with all dragons. The colour, well... That was more difficult to tell in the dark of the night but the light of day would reveal it to be a pale green, so pale, in fact, that it could have been mistaken for turquoise or blue in the right light.

But not then. Viola's eyes gleamed, the dragoness licking her lips with a flatter, wider length of tonight that did not match Keanno's - but that was part of the beauty about bringing dragons together that, perhaps, may not have otherwise met. Their lives were perfect as they were and there was nothing about their bodies that could have required changing. In that way, they were better than those that had come before them.

Then, however...they were not yet to mate.

As the waves rose below, heralding the rising wind, the oncoming rougher weather, they broke, thrusting one another away at precisely the same moment, although none of it was rehearsed. Instinct knew just where they were supposed to be and when they were supposed to be there, guiding them on as they hissed and snaked their heads and necks back and forth, weaving and twisting, winding. They could have become serpents in that moment, for how snake-like their acts were, but Viola only had eyes for the length of shaft protruding from his slit, how it curved around so that it pointed under his stomach, perfectly poised for thrusting.

She could take charge of that.

She wanted him, longing for the drake that her soul had chosen, her entire body trembling with breeding lust. Even then, she could feel just how her inner passage moistened, softening and relaxing, though she was sure, from many past experiences with others, that it would be as tight as she could have ever wanted it to be for her partner too. Not that she could take any particular interest in their pleasure when it was all about the feral act and art of the moment, but she knew just how it could feel for them too. She knew as they had told her, the talk lying stretched out on a hillock or even floating on the thermals sometimes almost as good as the sex itself.

"Come here..."

She licked her lips, eyes narrowing, a curl of sweetly scented smoke pluming from her nostrils where it was dissipated by the wind as if it had never been. It twisted back and forth sensually and yet there was only one place for her tongue and lips as they tenderly and expertly folded around his shaft, protecting his length from her teeth, for that would not be a moment to speak about after the act. His slickness pressed against the roof of her mouth as she twisted, letting the swaying undulations of her body carry her along, though it was the magic of mating, which ran inherently in the blood of all dragons, that would ensure that they would remain joined until the deed itself was done. Viola no longer, truly, needed to fly on her own.

Keanno shuddered, gasping, his lower jaw falling slack as a rush of cold air flowed in, nipping at his tongue and swirling around his saliva-damp teeth. Oh, that was good, that was so very good... His head struggled to remain on-course, his wing-beats even faltering, pressing himself on and on. They sank to the level of the water, just about skimming it, though Viola daringly allowed her tail to drag through the dark depths, sending up a splashing spray that cooled their bellies. Neither of them could see deeper to what was beneath the surface but sometimes it was the danger of things like that that made it all the more exciting to experience.

Her tongue swirled around his length, pulsing and fluttering, suckling gently at him, for it was not possible for her to bob her head to mimic thrusts in such a position. Yet with so many things in the kingdom of dragons, there was no one way to do things as he groaned, shuddering as even his wings vibrated with the pleasure wracking his body.

"Heavens... You're..."

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