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Description: After being parted from his sister with which he shared a bond so strong it endangered the both of them, Khaeldran returns to her for the epiphany he has been waiting on his entire life.

Khaeldran(c) and Rhaedra(c) are my characters

***Epiphany***

Khaeldran's head pounded, on the verge of bursting with anticipation and dread alike, his choice made all the more difficult by the pleasant strokes of Rhaedra's patient paws along his forelimbs. He could practically feel the longing oozing out of her pads, their slightly damp surface a telltale of her emotional state, almost as ravished as his if not for the certainty of her feelings towards him.

She had been looking forward to this all along, unmoved by guilt, unbent by the distasteful union between brother and sister, looked down upon by every dragon within these parts. Not only was it unnatural in its practice, but the most blatant proof of crippling weakness for two dragons to pursue the first, easiest available relationship to them with no regard to the trials, the struggles it took to earn a mate.

This was wrong, so wrong, so very wrong. Every part of him, from his scrunched nostrils to his trembling limbs and down to the agitated flicks of his tail tip resonated with this concern, wailing in his mind. Yet, if it was to be so, why did her fragrant scent, heavy with alluring pheromones, grip him such? With every breath of it he too, the noise in his head progressively faded, muffled by the intensifying throbs of his far too eager shaft, the only part of him to whom Rhaedra was not his sister, but a female whose gentle caress and silent purr lured him forth like she would any other dragon.

Aimed straight at her flushed entrance, stilled by a lifetime of enfeebling doubts, Khaeldran's hesitant had lingered there for so long now that its precum dribbled over her taut, clenching crevice, dispersing into the abundant honey coating her rosy flesh. Rhaedra's forepaws failed to waver. No matter how long Khaeldran took to overcome his struggles or succumb to them, her caring touch retained its sluggish rhythm, those small, expert toes of hers kneading at his shoulders ever so tenderly, her calm, even breaths the antithesis to his short, anxiety-ridden ones.

He wasn't ready. He shouldn't...he just...he couldn't be her mate! That was just a foolish thing said while his head swam with the overwhelming satisfaction of their first mating. His exile was supposed to steel his resolve; to help him see the ruinous course he'd set for the both of them, should he neglect those nagging concerns. And still, all he saw, smelled and heard were the clear proof of Rhaedra's love for him, laid bare for him to find the same acceptance within her soaked depths.

Despite the fire throbbing through his malehood, the sharp tingles permeating his underbelly scales and Rhaedra's inviting eyes swimming with longing to be made whole again by their union, Khaeldran wrestled himself from his promised course, aiming his snout at one of her twitching hind paws. The thrum of his purr steeped into the silky embrace of her clutching pads that grappled at his lips, tugging on them pleadingly, seeking warm wetness to bathe them.

Ecstatic with the opportunity to prolong his decision, Khaeldran rushed to fulfill her plea, his previously alert eyelids sliding over his golden pools, dimming them at the expense of his rousing purr. A single whiff was all it took to catch the scent of where she had been and what she hunted, a tale of gut-wrenching repetition, devoid of the stronger flavors belonging to other dragons. And yet, it was because of her lonely routine that her distinct fragrance emerged the brightest, etched clearly upon the surface of her lovely pads.

Rhaedra only lasted for a few licks, still self-conscious that an area other than her vent could moisten, though not nearly as dramatically. The same paw, now bathed in his affection, shifted over whatever spikes it could grab, pressing down on them, aided by her tail that wrapped around his neck to aid in her purpose.

Khaeldran needed no extra incentive to rush forth and delve between her legs where her scent was strongest. Skidding across the slippery film of ubiquitous arousal that filled his eyes and senses alike, Khaeldran's nostrils breathed the smell of wet eagerness in as deep as it could, letting its inebriating rush cascade through him. It prickled, it burned, it swelled to encompass the far reaches of his mind, numbing each and every notion that this was somehow wrong. Khaeldran's roar, choked by her heavy fragrance whose bite got ever stronger by the conspicuous lack of another cock inside her, rattled Rhaedra's previously still frame. Her hindquarters began wiggling, the flowing movements as enrapturing as the strong tremors afflicting her puffed-up vent, the flesh there pink and feverish with dire need.

"Mrrrmmmmm mmmmmm hrrrrmmmm," Khaeldran lost himself to the moans flaring in his throat whenever his tongue scooped the plentiful juices clinging to the soft, barren flesh of Rhaedra's sex, caught in that vortex of inescapable yearning. The pungent taste of her, maddening in the intensity of its mind-addling pheromones, reminded him of all those tepid dreams. While in that foggy realm wrought in guilt, he could never smell nor taste nor feel any of her, a vague, distorted replacement compared to the unique aroma of pent-up loneliness oozing out of her, begging to be abolished.

"E--enough, It's enough," Rhaedra tried to gently push away Khaeldran's head, resorting to shoving him back when he bucked into her pussy for more, snarling his defiance at being torn so rudely from that well of unquenchable delight.

"You're going to--you have been without a female for so long, you might...finish outside of me. Over me," she added a growl to her words, panicked by the deep creases formed across his muzzle, by the uncontrollable clatter of his shuddering teeth.

Her remark struck deep, piercing through Khaeldran's thickening lust, reminding him of the single most humiliating thing he could do to her, by soiling her with his seed like some lowly wretch deprived of dignity.

No. He could never do that to her. Not to the dragoness he admired most in this life.

She was so striking, so enrapturing in her cool bearing, unfazed by anything that could take her focus away from him! All green and bronze towards the edges of her frills, complemented by the warmest, gentlest hazel gaze, Rhaedra struck the picture of the ideal mate, supportive in every regard. Her haunches, splayed as far to the sides as they could manage, surrendered her most private sanctuary for his pleasure, still the female who soothed his initial wave of confusion when his cock began to harden under the influence of her sight and scent. He used to abhor his weakness, that lack of utter self-control when he first entered her. Rhaedra meant only to sate their mutual curiosity , but his cock plunged too deep and refused to be dislodged, the mounting pressure of her repeated shudders impossible to withstand.

He had never roared so loud in his life. His throat had remained sore for days afterward, and every time he swallowed, he'd be reminded of how his first seed burst out of him unbidden, filling his sister as if would his mate. That moment of abandon solidified Rhaedra's love for him, confirming what she had known all along, whereas he... he fled from it. From her love, from her warmth, from the stupefying scent and taste and feel of her pussy that had plunged him into a bleak, colorless life.

Though the same reticence gripped his limbs and frazzled his senses, the too close temptation to remember how bright their love once burned won over. It carried him over her, assuming the position always meant for him, that of a protector whose body should always shield hers. The shadow of his looming form drew a soft, trembling gasp from the dragoness who had waited an entire year to be rid of the need smoldering within the both of them, her mouth gaped in anticipation for the sharp, pleasured cry she'd finally let loose.

No more torturing dreams. No more damp, disgusting mornings, revelatory in their frequency meant to guide him back where he belonged.

A simple arch of his back, followed by a thrust of his haunches was all it took for Khaeldran's eyelids to instantly drop over his eyes. Soft, wet, tight flesh seized his spaded tip in it's scalding grip, the immediate tightening of her muscles preventing his advance. Khaeldran's growl deepened from the toll it took to force more of his girth into Rhaedra's stunned body, her roar smothered, her limbs paralyzed by his advance into her taut, stubborn depths. More than halfway in, her sharp cry finally broke free from her throat, her haunches and tail rushing to squeeze and embrace the male who treated her to breathtaking delights, using him as an anchor to steel their bond.

Held firmly by the dragoness whose very pussy quivered in elation at finally being stretched apart by the only member it had ever known, Khaeldran's rush of addling pleasure peaked, his hesitation broken through by the strong, sudden thrust it took to plop the rest of his ridges into her soppy, squelching tunnel. His vision immediately dimmed as the male's senses reeled, flooded with raging ecstasy that threatened to undo him. That soft, muffled gasp heralding his conquest over his sister mellowed into thin, continuous whimpers befitting one who had gone without the clench, shudder and loosening of a female's overjoyed insides for far too long. Faster than expected, that half forgotten rhythm already summoned that dizzying buzz pooling at the base of his shaft, a crackling bonfire whose flames threatened to engulf his world with its unrelenting dominion.

While he tried his hardest to keep himself together and withstand the numbness creeping through his limbs from being squeezed from all sides by Rhaedra's persistent walls, Khaeldran all but squeaked a hatchling's sharp cry at having his shoulders pierced by sharp, insistent claws.

"Don't just freeze inside your female," Rhaedra hissed an inch from his panting maw, her warm, reassuring breath washing over him. "Thrust. Bite. Claw. Mate. Savor every inch of me, just as I relish every ridge of yours," her whispered words frenzied his blood with their eroticism, willing him into action.

Though rough and uncoordinated, the green drake's hips eased back, then lurched forward to spear through Rhaedra, the swiftness and depth of his thrust splashing her juices over their underbelly scales with an audible squelch. The sheer pleasure accompanying that brutal motion seemed to sear his mind, his very legs bending under the strain, threatening to cave in under his weight.

Not yet. Not until Rhaedra's body stiffened with the familiar signs of her orgasm, shortly followed by her sweetest of songs. Close to the verge as he was, Khaeldran reined in his urge to give in and loosen his seed, his control over the molten fire pooled within his loins still steadfast.

Though his balance wavered, the green drake slipped a forepaw over her chest in dire need to feel the rush of her pumping blood reach its zenith. Then, he tried another shove, curt and shallow, yet still enough for Rhaedra's eyes to bulge, for her claws to press deeper into the crannies between his scales. Thrilled with the obvious proof of how his sister swayed and tensed and whined whenever he asserted control over her insides, the green drake mounted his final efforts to carry her to the same peak he headed towards, bathed by her ecstatic, almost pleading licks to get there before he faltered.

Rhaedra's pussy quaked, stretched, clenched and shuddered as fierce as her frills, the wet squelches of hard cock piercing into her overflowing depths echoing off the cavern's walls. Khaeldran's eyes squinted against the inevitable weakness threatening to overtake him, his haunches growing ever feebler while his shaft swelled ever more, stinging with the effort to contain his seed one thrust longer. Rhaedra no longer moaned nor whimpered. She growled, or at least tried to, her breaths cut off in unison with his whenever he would hilt himself down to the last ridge, where her terse and persistent grip threatened to lock him in.

With only one final thrust left before his climax overcame him, Khaeldran plunged himself as deep as he could into his beloved mate, her splashing juices anointing their joined slits. His heart swelled in unison with his bloating cock, threatening to burst out of his chest during his final effort to stem the tide of bliss for one last second. His cock never ached so bad, nor had his scales simmered like hot coals. His very mind threatened to upturn, to lose itself in the whirling tempest of raw lust, all so he could preserve the last ounce of his dignity for a second more.

Rhaedra took that from him. Her paws latched around the back of his head, shoving him into the warm embrace of her chest, yowling her sweet bliss in his ear. The sharp sound rocked Khaeldran so deeply his focus faltered, letting loose the great and terrible pressure welled within him. His first spurts cascaded with such might Khaeldran's vision dimmed, engulfed by stark speckles of dizzying colors. His senses all but left him, threatening to hurl him into that numb abyss between reality and dream, were it not for his sister's cries to tether him to her. Her paws' caress reminded him of where he was, pressed against her, urging him to pump his shivering haunches into her, to work his thick, spurting seed into her deepest reaches.

This mind shattering sensation seemed to stretch into infinity, the continuous pulsing of his cock nigh unstoppable, his burdening seed almost limitless in its reserves built over a year, shrunk only by a few sporadic jets during far too intense dreams. None could ever match the flow of her rippling walls, or carry her song in its pure form, nor lock his shaft so perfectly within her body. The way she suckled his cock dry through the consistent motions of her clenching flesh kept Khaeldran dim and senseless, his entire focus pouring out of him and into Rhaedra with every trickle of pent-up, fiery seed.

"Mmmm," Rhaedra's hum started Khaeldran to awareness, bringing him out of his engulfing stupor. He felt her try and wiggle out of his grasp, but every motion unleashed new trickles of seed from her overflowing depths, plugged by his still prominent member. "Your girth has been missed, but no more than your impressive reserves of seed. The wait has been thoroughly satisfactory, if only to feel you burst like a volcano inside the only female deserving of you."

She was wrong, of course, a truth that he could expand and detail upon at a different time, in a different life. With his cock still embraced by her still shuddering depths, Khaeldran preferred to remain silent while their bodies pressed against one another; to listen to the panting breaths wash over her frenetic heartbeats and remember how it felt to be truly loved.

***The End ***

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