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Phasma awoke in pitch blackness. The underwater caves around him were completely dark and devoid of any light source. He gave a wide, deep yawn that shook the stone walls around him before swishing his long, finned tail and gently tapping a small, bulbous plant beside him. A moment later it glowed with a deep blue bioluminescence and the cavern lit up in a dim blue glow. It was very little light from such a small plant, but it was enough for him. He stretched out his large, leathery wings and soon began to swim through the underwater caves he called home, knowing his way around so well that he didn't need to click to double-check where he was going.

The caverns were large and winding, large enough to house even him but were confusing for any others who may wish to intrude on his home. That plus the bioluminescent plant life and its proximity to a submerged volcano that provided plenty of heat to the cave made this place an optimal choice of dwelling for the large sea dragon. When he finally made his way to the cave entrance, he poked his head out into pitch-black sea. Or, more accurately, pitch-black for most creatures. Phasma's eyes were trained to see blue even in the darkness of the ocean's Midnight Zone, letting him see where most others couldn't, dim as it may have been still. He gave a few soft clicks to make sure no strangers were around him, and when his ears heard nothing but rock walls and small fish, he began to emerge like an ink-black creature from his dwelling. He spread his wings out and swam up into the cool, deep waters, moving slowly and efficiently through the abyss.

His black scales let him meld effortlessly in with his dark surroundings, a trait most abyssal sea dragons like him shared. His frills extended and closed and his four whiskers moved calmly through the water, feeling over any water currents and looking out for any sort of electromagnetic disturbances around him. His wings moved like large capes, moving and swaying to aid his finned tail in propelling him through the ocean. He occasionally let out a series of clicks, the sound bouncing back to him to give him a crystal-clear view of everything around him. Where the sea floor beneath him suddenly dropped off into nothingness, where the fishes and sharks around him swam and dwelled, and where sound disappeared to show nothing but open ocean on all sides of him. And, with any luck, where some potential prey may be foolish to dive deep enough for him to snatch as his first meal.

Soon, though, his echolocation picked up something curious. A shape he was familiar with but knew wasn't naturally part of his ecosystem. He honed in on it with his clicks and slowly swam up towards it. Before long, he saw a small, curiously-shaped vessel with several small lights beaming off it, making it perfectly visible to him. The vessel stopped as he approached, its lights coming down to focus on him while taking care to avoid his eyes. He still remembered his first encounter with one of these, where its lights flashed directly in his eyes and left him dazed for several seconds. Thankfully since then the lights have mostly avoided his face, and what few focused on his head were incredibly dim.

He swam up in front of the strange vessel. It wasn't biological by any means, comprising of a long, smooth, non-organic body with spiraling slabs propelling it around. The front was clear, though, and he saw a couple tiny creatures inside the object. Humans, as he came to know them as. His whiskers quivered as he felt a small bit of disturbance around them, but at this point he came to know them as meaning no harm.

A few small, blue flashes lit up from several parts of the object. He cocked his head and flared his frills. Were they trying to communicate with him? He recognized some of the flashes as having meaning to him, but they didn't add up to anything sensible. He flashed several blue patterns on his body to try and test them, flashing from his snout to his wings and down his tail, the patterns appearing like ripples in the ocean water.

What do you want to say?

The object remained still for a long while, then several more blue flashes appeared. Another nonsensical answer. He let out a huff that shook the tiny object and he could see some of the humans inside panic a little. He turned and began to swim away, losing interest in the little humans. They were quite curious though. Sometimes when they came down, they came up close to him and seemed to try and inspect him. Other times they tried communicating verbally to him. It took him a while to realize they gave him a name. Phasma Atrum. He knew how to say it by now, though not what it meant, but he'd taken it up as his own name now.

He continued with his calm, strolling swim through the deep ocean, continuing to seek and click to find anything worth eating. Even in the vast expanse of empty ocean, he still had enough orientation to know his way around and know exactly where he was. No matter how far out he swam, he could easily find his way back home.

And then he stopped. His wings flared open and he clicked a few more times, confirming what he'd just seen. Something large was not too far ahead of him. It was swimming about, diving deep down into the water towardshis level, chasing around a bunch of other, smaller creatures--elongated animals with several tendrils sprouting from their maws. The larger animal had an oversized head and snout and emitted several loud clicks of their own. It was a sperm whale, and it was trying to hunt down giant squid.

Phasma remained perfectly still in the water, tracking the whale. It was still a ways away from him, far enough that it couldn't detect him and he could build enough momentum to tackle it. He waited for a long while, letting the whale get in the right position, tracking him with his sonar...and when he had the whale where he wanted him, he leveled his body out and kicked with his fins and wings, rapidly building up speed until he was rocketing towards it.His jaws opened to reveal white, razor sharp and hooked teeth, and a moment later he bit down on his prey, hearing it let out a satisfying bellow. He flared his wings open to brake and grabbed at the whale, starting to tear into his first meal of the day. His razor teeth sliced through its thick skin like nothing, giving him easy access to the whale's meat beneath.

By the time he'd had his fill, there was little left of the whale save for a few muscles and bits of fat still stuck to its skeleton. He let the corpse go and let it sink down to the bottom of the ocean, hundreds upon thousands of meters still beneath him. He let out a happy rumble and began to idly swim through the water once more, letting his wings carry him wherever they may. There were no limits to where he could go, nothing to hold him back. He could just as easily leave his home and go elsewhere if he so wished to. Nothing kept him here aside from his own desire to remain. And with his kind as rare as it was, there was little threat ofothers intruding on his territory.

Soon he looked up above him, and from the light levels he could tell that it was about midday higher up. He angled his wings and made his way higher up in the ocean, angling towards where he knew the nearest cliff face was. The lighting grew brighter and brighter the further he went up until he found the cliff he remembered was there. He swam further upwards, and by the time he reached over its edge his world was brimming with colors.

Everything was perfectly visible up here. The ocean floor rolled and rose to form several small hills. Animals and plant life scattered around the sea bed with all sorts of different colors and shapes. Lots of tiny fish scattered and swam about, many swimming around his large paws and wings as he swam over them. Down where he normally lived, it was mostly rather drab and monochrome, and while he never complained about it, it was always refreshing to visit the higher levels of the ocean for all its color and beauty that it held. Most midnight creatures couldn't handle its light, but as long as he didn't breach the water's surface, he had no issues with it.

He swam slowly along the ocean floor, curiously eyeing and nosing at several plants and animals he came across. One of them gave him a nasty sting on the nose and he let out a low rumble, puffing air out through his gills before swimming off. He knew he looked very off in this environment, his pure black body clashing heavily with the colorful surroundings like an ink cloudin the water, but he hardly minded. There were few creatures willing to challenge an abyssal sea dragon such as him anyways. His species were the largest ocean-dwelling creatures there were, with only the famous blue whale coming close to him in total length.

Soon the ground cleared enough for him to settle down on his paws and rest on all fours. He laid loaf down into the sand and nestled down within it, the sand so much softer and warmer up here. His eyes turned up and he looked upon all the life around him. Large schools of fish elegantly swimming in unison, effortlessly evading sharks trying to hunt them. Dolphins playing and chittering about, clicking in patterns he recognized but couldn't make too much sense of. A family of sea turtles peacefully swam by him as if not at all afraid of his presence.

And then, not too far ahead of him, he saw her. A sea dragoness, among the most beautiful he'd seen in his life. Her scales were naturally a silver color, but the way the light reflected off them lit her body up with several different colors of the rainbow, making her look like a living, dazzling gem. Her wings were built differently than his own, allowing her to swim but, as far as he could tell, making her fit for flight outside the ocean as well. Her fins were large and long and only made her rather lithe body look that much more elegant. She nosed about through the sand like she was looking for food. So far she didn't seem to know he was there yet.

Phasma let out a few clicks towards her. His clicks were much louder and deeper than that of others and were unmistakable to those who knew them. Immediately her head shot up and she looked straight at him and her whole body froze. Her eyes gazed over his form, and when she seemed to finally recognize him her body relaxed. She swam over to him and let out a few higher-pitched clicks at him, giving him a greeting he was much more familiar with.

He didn't know her all too well. They had only met a pawfull of times, and up until the last she had been very shy and timid around him. He couldn't blame her, though. He was a different species to her and was over twice her size, and he could only guess how threatening he looked to one like her. But he had saved her from a group of sharks attempting to attack her a long while ago, and that at least was something she didn't seem to forget.

For him, though, every time he met her his desires flared up to maddening levels. She was a different species from him, sure, but his kind was rare enough as it was and he found her beautiful and alluring all the same. The way her slender body curved and moved through the water, the way her scales shined with several different colors, the way her lovely eyes looked up at him. Every time he met her, he felt his heart pound faster and felt his crests flare as he nearly went mad with lust. He would like nothing more than to be able to mount her and rut her at some point, if she were to ever let him do so.

But he understood that she wasn't too trusting of him yet. He could have her killed at a moment's notice if he so wished, and she knew that. So all he could really do for the moment was to try and convince her that he wasn't a threat to her. Even if she never let him mount her, at least he could be around her without her swimming off in terror.

He flared his wings out and gave a few flashes of his wing patterns, flashing her a warm greeting. Of course she wouldn't understand its meaning, but she seemed fascinated by the way his body lit up anyways. Her eyes fixated on the bioluminescent patterns before they disappeared, at which point she looked up at him and let out a few happy chirps, turning around and swimming off while giving a motion for him to follow her. He cocked his head. She never offered to have him follow her around. Last time she came rather close to him but didn't stay around for that long. But at least then he could tell she was starting to trust him. If she was inviting him for a swim, though, then that could only mean that she felt at ease around him now.

He flared his wings out and swam along beside her, making sure not to accidentally knock her around with his wings. They swam side-by-side along the ocean bed, both of their eyes scanning the surroundings and taking in all the sights. Occasionally the dragoness shot out and snatched up a few fishes before coming back to him, swimming at his side once more. He saw a particularly large one pass by his head and nipped it out of its swimming path, offering it down to her. She looked curiously up at him but took the fish in her maw, munching it down with happy puffs of her gills. He felt his heart warm when he saw her smile and gave her one in return.

Suddenly he felt her push herself under one of his wings, feeling her brush against the leathery webbing before she came up right at his side. He felt her brush up against his flank and shivered, looking back at her with a questioning look. She gave an innocent look back up at him and brushed against his side once more, making him shiver a little and quiver his frills. She'd never touched him before...her scales felt cool and smooth against his own and the feel was almost electrifying.

He couldn't tell if something betrayed his thoughts in his gaze, but he saw her give a delightful smirk up at him. Suddenly she nipped at his shoulder, hard enough for him to feel the sharp pain of her teeth. He gave a loud hiss, but before he could respond she had already swam off, giving several playful chirps at him. He watched her swim off before he let out a low rumble and shot after her, using all wings and fins to propel him towards her.

She was much smaller than him and was more easily able to move in and out of smaller rock formations, but he was still very fast and nimble for his size. He swerved around rock pillars and cliffs, occasionally letting out series of clicks to keep his track on her, never once losing sight of her. Still, despite her small size, she was keeping a good distance from him--her body was designed to swim incredibly fast. Once he almost managed to cut her off as she shot out a tunnel, only for her to dodge out of the way at the last moment. He huffed out of his gills in frustration before continuing the chase. This was one dragoness he did _not_want to lose sight of.

Soon he managed to outmaneuver her and corner her right outside a cave she wished to dart through, and when she bolted out he suddenly lunged down and grabbed a hold of her, pushing her down into the sand. She kicked and wriggled a little bit while squeaking beneath him, but a moment later his jaws came down and locked around her neck, and she went still almost immediately. He held the grip on her for a while before slowly letting go, releasing her neck from his jaws' grip and letting her up.

She didn't immediately bolt as he expected her to. Instead she looked up at him with a soft, tender look that he wasn't used to seeing from her. Her eyes locked with his for a long while before he saw them trace over his body, her tail swishing behind her in such a way that made her rump sway and wiggle enticingly before his eyes.

Almost on instinct, he flared his wings out and lit up his whole body again, flashing patterns and figures to her with all of his bioluminescence on display. She eyed his glowing marks with eager interest, seemingly getting lost in his colorful patterns that she hadn't gotten to see much of before. She slowly swam up to him, continuing to eye over his markings, tracing them with her gaze, each and every one of them. She drew closer and closer to him, closer than she'd ever let herself before, until finally, her side brushed up against his own.

Phasma shivered and huffed air out through his gills, feeling the enticing touch of her body against his own. She didn't stop with a simple bump, though. She continued to grind and rub her body all along his own, walking and swimming in circles around him, letting him feel her flanks and tail rub against him. He shuddered and flicked his own tail, kicking up sand behind him, feeling his needs and desires rise higher and higher. Was she courting him now? Was he actually going to be able to mount the dragoness he'd been eyeing all this time?

He let out another huff as he felt his slit throb hard with need, but before he could reach out to touch her himself, she swam off a short ways away, and a moment later she began to curl her body through the water, dancing in elegant figures before him. Her body curved and curled in many intricate, elegant ways, turning her body into a lightshow as the light reflecting off her scales made her light up in several different colors. Her movements showed off her colors and figure, her fins accenting her movements, her little dance doing little more than to make her that much more alluring and appealing to the larger sea drake. Phasma's eyes remained locked on her, unable to take his eyes off the beautiful dance she was treating him to.

She soon did her last spin and finished off with her wings outstretched, her eyes gazing down at him with an expecting look. Phasma just stared up at her for a long while before giving a flap of his wings and slowly rising up in the water himself. He flared his wings out to their full length and began to light up scales all along his body. Not all at once, but lighting them up in specific orders and patterns to create a sort of light show for her. He didn't need to twist and bend his body in a dance like hers--as long as he timed the lights well enough, they could do most of the work on their own. He merely gave subtle movements of his tail, wings, and frills to accent the flow of color along his body. All the while the dragoness gazed in awe at him, unable to take her eyes off him in return.

She soon interrupted him by brushing up against his chest, a soft coo escaping her throat. Phasma froze for a moment before shutting off all light on his body, bringing his head down and nosing over her head. He felt her belly press against his own, her body softly rubbing against his. He felt his slit throb harder and harder before it began to part, his cock starting to grow from within it. She gave a soft, loving nip to his chest before letting go of him and looking down, and he could see her eyes widen at the sight. She looked back and forth between his face and his cock before letting out a soft squeak, soon swimming back down to the ocean floor. He followed her down and landed not too far away from her. She turned away from him, a hesitant look on her face like she was contemplating what she was about to do. And then, with her frills quivering, she slowly lifted her tail up for him, revealing her own slit to him.

Phasma could only stare longingly at her for a long while. Her lips were parted and throbbing, revealing her sex beneath them, quivering with need. She looked back at him with a soft gaze, very obviously nervous, but he could see how she was wanting him at the same time.He gave a low, happy rumble and slowly stepped over her, his cock quickly throbbing up to full length, until he felt his hips press up against her rump. She let out a soft whimper and pressed back up against him, grinding her sex against his shaft. He saw her look down and let out a small squeak. His body size made him rather large compared to her, and even for his species he was rather well endowed. His shaft was not going to be the easiest for her to take...

He nosed over her head, giving a few soft, smooth rumbles, nibbling gently at some of her scales. Considering their size difference, he wanted to try and take it slow at first, for her sake. He didn't want to hurt her on their first mating.

Soon he managed to angle his cock so that his tip was pointed straight at her sex. The head of his cock was thick with a small-pointed tip that made the initial penetration easier. He pushed and prodded against her sex several times, hearing her squeak each time, her claws digging into the sand to prepare herself for the rather large insertion she was about to take. Her sex felt warm and slick, coated in a thick, water-resistant lubricant that made underwater mating possible for them. He pushed against her a few more times, feeling her tense and squeak before he finally felt her sex open up to him, letting his head slip inside her.

The dragoness lifted her head up and let out a high-pitched moanas he managed to enter her. Her gills puffed and flared hard as she took in deep, rapid breaths. Her nethers squeezed tightly around his head alone, making Phasma tense up and groan loudly. He dug his claws into the sand and began to push himself deeper into her, slowly working his way in. All the while the ness squeaked and whined as she tried to take more and more of him into her. His shaft was mostly smooth, save for a few small ribs circling his shaft beneath his head and around the base. The underside of his cock, however, was very thick and bulging, and as he fit more and more of his length into her, that bulge began to put intense pressure on her lower lip.

She squeaked and whined and wiggled all while Phasma slowly fit more and more of his cock inside her. Her nethers were incredibly tight, almost constricting around him and seemed reluctant to let him in any deeper. But he pushed on further, gritting his teeth and groaning as he fit more and more of himself inside, feeling her grow tighter and tighter the further he went in. All the while he studied her face, making sure he wasn't hurting her too badly. She looked tensed up and strained, but so far she wasn't trying to resist him either, or giving him any indication she wanted him to stop.

Soon he felt his bulge push against something in her sex, and when he rubbed against it she suddenly tensed up and squealed loudly. Her legs kicked out and she squirmed beneath him, panting so hard he could see her gills flare along her neck. He ground back and forth against it for a moment, watching her squirm and shake as he did so before pushing deeper. Every time he felt like he bottomed out in her, he just gave a few more pushes and he was going deeper into her again. All the while she squealed and moaned beneath him, a few times even pushing back against him as if wanting to take him even deeper into her.

Soon he felt his hips press against her rump and felt the ribs around his base slip inside her. He groaned loudly and shuddered above her, her body so tight around him it was almost constricting, locking him in place. He felt his cock throb hard inside her and heard his ness pant heavily while she throbbed in return, squirming and wiggling her hips around his rather large cock. Phasma shuddered and groaned, his claws digging deeper into the sand. With how tight she was right now, even small movements from her felt like a deep, intimate massage on his cock. He curled up around her and groaned, starting to pant hard until his whole body twitched only a few moments later, his cock throbbing hard inside her as he let loose his first orgasm. The little ness squeaked with each hard throb of his cock, ropes upon ropes of his seed shooting hard against her innermost wall. He clenched his eyes shut tight while intense pleasure coursed through him, her tightness and continuous throbbing making his orgasm die down incredibly slowly.

He panted hard through his gills, trying to regain his senses as his orgasm slowly began to die down while observing the dragoness beneath him. Her eyes were closed and her face was tense, her claws digging deep into the sand, but she looked to be managing. She soon opened her eyes and looked up at him with a deep, longing and lustful gaze, a look that told him all he needed to know. She was his for today.

Phasma traced over her body beneath him with his eyes and let out a happy rumble, watching as she wiggled and squirmed so enticingly beneath him, feeling every subtle movement around his length. As the pressure around his cock started to ease up as her body got accustomed to his size, he planted his hind legs into the ground and began to pull slowly out of her. His dragoness buried her face in the sand and squealed again as he did, his bulge pressing so hard against that sensitive spot inside her that she began to shake. He shuddered all while he pulled out of her, feeling her walls hug and pull tightly along his length, all until only his head remained inside her. He paused for a long moment, puffing deeply and letting both of them catch their breaths before slowly starting to push back into her.

Phasma continued with a slow, gentle rhythm with her, slowly pushing in and out of his little ness. She whined and moaned all the while, squirming and shivering beneath him whenever he pushed hard against her g-spot. While her body was slowly growing more and more accustomed to him and his first load made passage a lot easier, she was still incredibly tight and made it hard to move inside her. He wondered for a brief moment if he should stop before she pressed her head up against his chest and wrapped her tail around his hips, keeping him from retreating too far away from her. He let out a low purr and nuzzled over her head, his whiskers coming down and tickling over her cheeks.

Slowly he felt her body adjust more and more to his size, and soon he felt it start to become easier to slide in and out of her. His pace slowly began to build up, testing the waters with her, trying to discern what she liked and if he was hurting her. But all while he built up his pace she simply squeaked and moaned in delight, pressing herself back harder against him. He shuddered and moaned over her, his voice deep and rumbling around her, and soon he dug his claws into the ground and started to thrust harder into her. She squeaked and shuddered violently, her nethers clamping down tightly around him. And before long he had built up to a rough, eager rutting he had always wanted to give her.

The little ness squeaked and squealed beneath him, her voice sounding loud in the waters around him. Her voice was distorted by the water, but the vibrations carried far for any ocean dwelling creatures such as themselves. She shook and twitched as every thrust made her body bounce around beneath him. Her claws occasionally shook up sand clouds and her wings sometimes shot out and gave a few flaps while she tried to orient herself. Phasma held her close to him, getting lost in the rut with her and losing himself in the pleasure of finally getting to take her for himself.

To his surprise, it only took a short while of rutting before his ness started to tense up, shake, and then suddenly twitched violently, letting out a squeal into the open ocean. Her nethers clamped down tight around his shaft, not hard enough to impede him but enough to be noticeable. He grinned and nuzzled over her head while he rutted her through her orgasm, feeling as she squirmed and whined beneath him as he did. She curled her head down and continued to pant and moan as she slowly recovered, surrendering herself to him.

Phasma curled his body up around hers and drove himself harder and deeper into her, making sure he hit her g-spot with every thrust, wanting to give her as good a rutting as he could. He was in pure bliss, groaning in delight while he felt every detail of her body against his and could taste her pheromones permeating the water around them. If any other sea dragons were nearby, they surely would come investigating the source...

His thoughts were interrupted when the dragoness squealed and came again shortly afterwards. He looked curiously down at her, watching as she squirmed loudly beneath him, her eyes clenched tightly shut. She whimpered and squeaked with each thrust he gave her through her orgasm before she quickly managed to recover from it. Her voice remained high and loud, though, and her body still shook and twitched beneath him. And then, only a short while after the last one, he felt her clamp down and twitch violently again, her loud, orgasmic moan carrying far around him. She recovered from this orgasm as quickly as the last, yet only marginally slower than last time, she came around him again, her squeal sounding louder and her body twitching harder beneath him.

Phasma looked curiously down at her all while she moaned and squirmed beneath him. She was so sensitive...was he really pushing her buttons that well, or was this her first time ever mating? The orgasms were relatively small and quick but were still quite powerful, from the looks of them. He wondered for a moment if he was pushing her too hard, especially if it was her first time, but when she next looked up at him, he saw nothing but desire and adoration in her eyes. He felt her cum around him again and held her close against him while she squirmed hard beneath him, pressing his chest down into her back. When her orgasm had died down again, he held her close and slowed his pace down, continuing to thrust hard into her but making the pace much more gentle. He felt a gust of air rush through her gills against his arms and she began to calm down and she let out a soft coo and nuzzled him, appreciating the little break he was giving her.

Some time into the rut, Phasma's whiskers flicked as he detected something else nearby. He lifted his head up and wrapped his wings around his ness like a giant blanket, looking around for who was interrupting. He soon saw, not too far off from them, a large blue sea dragon curiously observing them. No doubt attracted by the sounds and scents the little ness was giving off. He was only marginally bigger than her, not at all well equipped to take Phasma on. He let out a warning growl to the sea dragon and he quickly swam off. If he wanted this ness, he could take her some time when she wished to have him. But for now, she was all his and his alone.

It wasn't much longer before Phasma felt his orgasm start to build up again, slowly but surely. He let go of his ness and dug his claws into the sand before suddenly starting to rut her again, making her squeak in surprise before she started to gasp and moan loudly again. She kicked out and squirmed hard beneath him, her whole body shaking, wings and tail twitching around him. All while Phasma bent over her and drove himself hard and deep into her, panting and groaning with each thrust he gave. He felt her cum around him again, just as easily as she did before, and she began to squeak and squirm as they came one right after the other, each one slowly growing more powerful than the one before it.

He soon noticed her voice rise higher and higher each time, her voice growing louder and more uneven. Her body grew more and more tense and she clenched her eyes shut, and then suddenly she lashed her wings and claws out and screamed into the open ocean, her nethers clamping down tighter than they ever had before. Phasma grunted as her body suddenly became so much tighter and made it harder to move inside her. He wrapped a paw around her chest and held her in place, pushing his cock in and out of her as best he could, but with how tight she'd become it was hard to move at anything faster than a slow pace. She squealed and writhed beneath him, her nethers quivering erratically around him, pulsing hard as if to try and pull his seed out of him herself.

Phasma closed his eyes and rumbled loud and deep, feeling himself teeter on the brink for seemingly an eternity before he finally felt it tip and he hilted himself inside her, giving a low growl loud enough to shake the earth around them. His cock throbbed hard inside her small body, spilling a second load of his seed deep in her, her powerful contractions only serving to draw more and more of it out as if she was hungry for more. He ground his hips against hers all the while, trying to push his load as deep in her as he could before they both finally collapsed, gills slowly flaring and closing as they both took deep, heavy breaths.

The ness was the first to move, giving soft nuzzles and nudges to Phasma's chin. He shivered and looked down at her, and when he did he saw her looking up at him with big, wide, adoring eyes. She rumbled deep in her chest and snuggled up close against him, giving a few small wiggles of her hips as if to try and tease him a little, earning her a powerful shudder from him. He licked at her head and kept himself buried inside her until he felt his cock start to soften, only then starting to pull out of her. It pulled free with a small pop and her lips immediately closed again, keeping his seed inside her while preventing any salt water from entering. He waited for his cock to retreat back into his slit before he began to stand up, flapping his wings and rising a little bit in the water. He looked back to see the dragoness watching him, but before she could head off herself, he gave a flick of his tail that signaled for her to follow. She looked curiously up at him but swam up after him not long after.

Phasma swam off into the ocean with his ness shortly behind him, keeping at a slow enough pace for her to keep up with him. He gave loud, deep clicks to track everything in his surroundings, partly to find his way back home and partly to look out if that sea dragon was somehow still around. He led her to the sheer cliff that gave way to the dark, bottomless ocean he called home. He angled himself down into the darkness and only a moment later noticed her not following him. He turned himself around and came back up to her, seeing how she looked in fear at the deep darkness far beneath her, probably deeper than she'd ever gone before. He gave a soft coo and lit up several of his markings on his body. She looked curiously up at him, not looking entirely convinced but following after him nonetheless.

He guided her all the way down into the darkness, keeping his markings lit up so she could see him without issue, all while continuously checking to make sure she was still right behind him. Soon it was pure darkness again, without any sort of land markings in sight. Most creatures would be wandering aimlessly through here without any landmarks to orient them, but he had no trouble knowing where they were and where to go. He swam on through the black ocean, keeping his body lit up for his little ness, until a small cliff came into view with a large cave opening carved into the side. He made his way there, folding his wings in a little so he could fit inside the opening and then moved aside so she could come in as well.

It was incredibly cold down in the Midnight Zone, but the moment they stepped into the cave they could feel the warmth inside. Phasma led the way inside, tapping several small plants that started to glow blue as they passed by. He felt his ness grow more and more relaxed the deeper they went in, all the way until they reached Phasma's sleeping cave.

It was an incredibly spacious cave, with several bulbous plants glowing blue to give the room a gentle glow. The walls were smoothly carved and the space was wide enough for Phasma to stretch his wings out. Near the center was a pile of seaweed and other soft plants he'd gotten from the surface before, making a small, makeshift bed withhim. He swam over to the bed and curled up in a large semi-circle on it, then raised a wing for his ness to join him. She let out a small squeak, but only a moment later she swam over to him and nestled in against his side, purring happily and curling her tail around his. He gave a low purr and nuzzled her, laying his wing over her like a large, black blanket.

He gazed affectionately down at the female nestled in against him, his mind thinking pleasantly over the events of today. There was a certain freedom in his life, a freedom he didn't need to think much about with it being so normal to his everyday life. There was nothing to tell him that he had to stay where he was, nothing to tell him he couldn't leave and find a new place to live at any time. Nothing told him what he could or couldn't eat, what he could or couldn't do. Nothing told him he couldn't visit the shallower oceans whenever he wanted, or just stay in his cave all day with no one to disturb him. And there was nothing keeping him from mating whoever he wished, aside from the dragoness's own wishes.

And the dragoness had nothing tying her down to him, either. It was her choice whether to stay or go. She had little, if any, reason to manipulate him for her own gain. She could decide she wanted to stay with him and be his mate, or they could find some other arrangement to their relationship. With his seed now inside her, she could decide whether to accept it, hold off and get to know him better before having his hatchlings, or reject it entirely, either because she doesn't agree to it or because she doesn't want that responsibility yet.

Phasma licked over the dragoness's snout as she fell asleep at his side and curled around her to take a small, midday nap himself. There were plenty of uncertainties in both their futures. But unlike with other sentient creatures, every decision that would shape their futures would be theirs and theirs alone to make.