Lust in the Sea Dragon Tank

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Putting on a Kinky Show

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Why are we in here?

The sea dragons did not understand fully why they needed to be in a tank, aquatic reptiles that swam fluidly, their legs flowing back along their bodies like that of a swimming water monitor or similar, their wings better suited to help direct them through the water or accelerate than flying. They had never flown, Afonna and Glaswenno from the western waters of the United Kingdom, though the water in the tank was warmer than what they were used to, clearer too.

Afonna, her scales a rich green and a frill of blue framing her face, paused before the glass, something that she had realised would hurt if she bonked into it too hard. It was not a bad life for the two of them in there, with humans to talk to, though they had said something about letting them go back to ocean once their wounds were healed. Sure, Glaswenno had suffered a few cuts from a wrapped around fishing net that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but Afonna had not thought that it was that bad.

It was not so bad though for the two of them to recover in safety, even if they yearned for the open ocean. They were well fed there and someone came to talk to them every day, making notes that had no meaning to sea dragons but seemed to be of great interest to the humans that came by. They were happy to give up information that might help the humans better understand their species, though their "human language" was a little rough around the edges, the dragons tricky to understand with their penchant for dipping their heads back under the water, constantly needing to rehydrate. They would never stay outside the water for any length of time, the salty grasp and foam their home.

But there was something calling them, something that had the darker blue Glaswenno, his underbelly a lighter shade to allow him to blend in with the ocean from above and below most easily, swimming around his mate in tighter and tighter circles. Giggling streams of silvery bubbles rushed to the surface of their tank from her lips and nose, but she didn't pay them any mind, crooning in their language, rubbing up against him, the long flow of her green-scaled body caressing his.

They were close and, oh, the call of the ocean was there, the call that made them want to go to the egg laying beaches again, even if there was nowhere, not right then, for them to go. That did not mean that the art and act of courtship and mateship would fall by the wayside, their fins flaring out as they bobbed and swung back and forth, dipping and turning through the water in an underwater mating dance.

Bubbles streamed, fluttering around their hides, fins allowing light through, rendering them translucent, their tails long and strong, rudder-like and best for powering them through the water. But they were incredibly tender too as they danced before the large glass panels offering visitors a view of them, though there was no one else there at such a late hour.

No, it was only Glaswenno and Afonna there, the dragons set to enjoy one another, their bodies burning to come together as they had done so many times before. Long-time mates understood the ins and outs of each other's bodies like no other could, like Afonna knew she could drag her tail up Glaswenno' belly only to coax out the tip of his shaft. From there, the sea dragoness dipped her snout down sensually to tickle the very head of his cock with her tongue, wrapping and flickering it up against what was available to her perusal, teasing him out, bit by bit, as Glaswenno breathed sharply through the gills layering the sides of his neck.

"Are you ready?"

His warbling voice came through in their own language, teasing around her, but the dragoness in question had already made her wicked choice, not caring that they were not in their home waters. That would come in time, soon in time, and she was not worried about that at all, not in the slightest, not as she took the smooth, slick length of his cock into her maw. Some would have said that his shaft was slimy, but it was necessary for his cock to produce its own thicker lubrication underwater, considering how easily it could have otherwise been washed away. Sex, for them, was as much about pleasure as it was mating and egg-making.

He moaned, bubbles flowing and streaming from his maw, letting air out of his lungs to sink a little lower, a little closer to the seabed. His claws touched it, though they were shorter than one may have expected, those on his front paws, frills lining the majority of his legs for stability and agility, better suited for cracking open shellfish and digging holes for nests. Glaswenno' head swam and drifted, yet the touch of his mate was a familiar one to him, her sinuous tongue twining around and around his cock, drawing him deeper still into her maw, the entire length of him fitting there as if they were made for one another. Sometimes, they even joked about that.

She leaned into it, Afonna moaning around him just to let the soft vibrations of her lips and muzzle travel up into his cock, sending the gentle trembling deeper into his body. His testis were held internally, leaving only a slit where his cock emerged from, tail swinging back and forth, stirring up the sand, the natural rock formations that had been placed into their tank as decoration. Afonna did not know what fish or other creatures would normally be housed in the tank, but there was something of a lingering smell of dogfish in there, possibly even tope. Somehow, it still seemed too large for them - but she had other things on her mind, suckling on his shaft, her lips soft and pliable, warmly closing around her mate's length.

It was all she wanted, every fibre of her being urging her to take him, to breed him, the edges of her own slit, a little further back and closer to her tail, softening, parting, displaying the readiness of her body in the best of ways. The edges of those scales were a lighter shade of green, only marginally, but one who knew what they were looking for would know that they were there.

Glaswenno grunted something unintelligible and thrust against her, pushing the tip ever so lightly into the back of her throat, drawing Afonna's attention back to him, sides shuddering, need rising, the breeding lust that coursed between them something that could not be set aside, not now that they had begun. The lights in their tank were dim but not turned off entirely (maybe the humans had thought that that was what they wanted), allowing some visibility inside to see them, but the aquarium outside was so peaceful and so quiet that there couldn't really be anyone at all around anyway, surely?

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