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Hey guys, quick note, if you haven't read the previous chapter, this is not a good entry point. It will not make sense or be as impactful. But there is still sex if that's what you're after.

Erik awoke with the same grogginess he did every morning, only this time, he was not in his bed. Nor anyone else's bed. As he gradually recalled the events of the previous day, an unfamiliar texture laid over his bare skin. Like hair or… that was it. Fur. He sat up, his back protesting with the ache of lying on damned stone all night. The morning air brisked him, and he looked around for Eva, already scheming to steal her warmth. All he found, however, was an empty cave. Opposite the entrance, there were two dragon-sized halls full of darkness. Branches of the system, he supposed.

Finding that he was covered by a bear's hide, he tossed the sheet off to see his pants were gone, and that his cock stood tall and proud. He sighed. Now if Eva had been there, it would have been a doubly fortunate thing. His fingers ran over his groin, Erik expecting to find sticky residue, but instead was pleasantly surprised to feel nothing of the sort. In fact, he felt relatively clean.

He scoffed. That naughty little dragon probably put that tongue of hers to work. He would have to find her and ask. Just as he fixed to stand, the noise came. It came like the clack of talons, the thud of a heavy body's footfalls. It was the left passage, Thor was coming.

Erik gripped his thighs, just above his knees, without realizing it. He couldn't look away, just waiting until-

The gray, craggy head shone, and the dragon stepped into the light of the main chamber, his muscled frame no less imposing from yesterday. Erik already knew what Thor was looking at. What Thor wanted. Erik's stomach churned painfully, and fingernails dug into his skin.

Gods, Eva isn't here. Where is she?

Thor began to cross the room toward Erik. Wordless, and at an assured pace.

If Erik did not run. If he did not try anything, but simply sat in as neutral a position as possible, perhaps there was a chance. When Thor was close enough for Erik to discern the pupils of his amber eyes, he heard it. Wind and pebbles blowing across the ground.

Erik turned and saw her land before the cave entrance, wings sweeping to ease the impact of her paws on the grass. The trees outside the cave shook at the branches. Between her jaws there were not one or two, but three goats, hanging by the legs. They were bloody, crumpled things.

“If you wager you'll lay a claw on him, you'd best start with me first, because I'll be a dead woman before I let you hurt him."

Halting, Thor growled. There was not so much malice in that rumble as there was a restricted frustration.

“Why?" The great dragon asked.

Eva trotted over to Erik, standing at his side, and dropping her spoils.

“Thor, have you ever considered that every human might not be the monolith of evil you see them as?"

"It was only one night ago that they had you trapped and bound, off to serve you whatever horrible torture they had in wait. Even if this one was different, it shows what they're capable of, the level they'll stoop to."

Thor stepped close, lowering his head to Eva's level.

"I thought I had lost you that night. It hurts to know there's even the slightest chance of it happening again. And…" Thor stopped, sniffing the air, his gaze wandering. "What is that bodily smell?"

Shit. Hadn't Eva cleaned him properly?

Just as Erik felt nervousness swirl in his belly, Eva's face conveyed a congruent semi-panic.

"Well…" she began. "You haven't forgotten the goats at your paws, have you?"

Thor eyed them and sniffed again. "Strange. Yes, I have noticed that you went outside to hunt, only one full day after being captured!"

Even though it meant Thor's continued anger, he'd been thrown off. Erik looked at Eva, smiling at her barely hidden grin. Mischievous, clever little thing, wasn't she?

As the dragons bantered, Erik felt particularly awkward lying there naked. Right in front of them. And in that same moment, nature began to call. It was morning after all.

The human stood slowly, praying they wouldn't notice as he made his way out of the cave. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Thor wasn't going to chase and crush him or something.

Daylight welcomed him with a buzzing warmth, starkly contrasting the cool temperature of the dragon's den. It was strange to go barefoot on the grass, and even stranger to go naked into the wilderness. It did seem natural to some part of him, however. It was uniquely… freeing.

He picked a tree just far enough away to be polite, approached it, and began to do his business. All the while, the rising voices of the two very discontented dragons could be heard, echoing out from the craggy entrance.

I'm becoming more of a point of friction the longer I stay, he thought. And that made his stomach sink. What was he to do? Leave? Something about Eva drew him so intensely, captured his every waking thought since the moment he'd met her. No. He couldn't leave. Only sheep and his cottage waited for him at home. What he had with the dragons was special, perhaps once in a lifetime. Even if one of those dragons would prefer him more dead than alive.

As he finished up, he heard the sweet music of a birdsong, something a small thing would sing. A goldfinch, he figured. The breeze was the only other sound, playing over the grass, swaying branches. It struck him just how many shades of green there were if one took the time to examine the forest.

There were footfalls behind him, and as he turned about, he realized that not only had the arguing ceased, but one of those arguers was before him. Eva.

“You know, townsfolk would call me a lunatic for saying this, but you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met," Erik said.

Eva, having approached him with a frustrated disposition, seemed to drop all that, breaking eye contact, smiling.

“Well, that was out of nowhere. But also very appreciated. You're not too bad yourself, mister."

She came up beside him, partaking in the view as well. She breathed in, then out, and somehow, it seemed the tension in her muscles had blown away in that exhale.

“What happened with you and your brother?"

“I told him he could huff and puff all he wanted, it wouldn't change anything. He went back into his den after that, blowing smoke all the way. He actually took one of my kills as well."

Erik bit his tongue. “Yeah. That was a close call with the smell, wasn't it? You were quick on your feet with that one."

She hummed. “I didn't plan on it being so noticeable. Goes to show how much of a mess you made. Inside me."

He chuckled. “Gods, dragon. You aren't afraid to let that tongue loose, are you."

"Hope you mean that in more ways than one."

Naughty little minx, he thought. But he decided he'd pay into it, this talk was having an effect on him. His cock was beginning to rise.

“What ways?" he asked.

She tilted her head, trying to catch his gaze. “Oh, should I show you? I'd gladly help you understand."

Erik began to rub his fingertips together as excitement and growing lust pumped through his body, pooling in a particular part of his groin. Heartbeat by heartbeat, throb by throb, his member grew to half-mast.

Her body was so sleek, so feminine; and her voice conveyed such a light playfulness. Her smooth, spikeless tail wagged. The depth of her golden eyes captured him, her scaly eye ridges quirked as if inviting him.

He laughed, just the tiniest bit of nervousness slipping in. “What about… you know… him?"

The human was coming up with excuses to answer that question just as he'd asked it. He wanted her, Gods he wanted her. He needed more of whatever magic she was working over him. He was hard, he could feel himself pulsing in the air.

“He won't be a bother." She said it with such assuredness that it astounded him. Could she really be so sure? So sure that Thor wouldn't rend his body in half at the sight of a human plowing his sister?

She stepped in front of him, winding around to face him once more. And, after she planted a very wet dragon kiss on his neck, his inhibitions, worries, and regard for pretty much anything promptly dropping away.

Today was a different than the last time they'd done this. Eva seemed just as eager as Erik. With vigorous enthuse, the pearly white dragon dipped her head down, taking his entire stiff cock into her maw.

He grasped her horns in an attempt to keep himself upright, even as his member was buried balls-deep in her warm, dragon mouth. This motion only served to grind his hips against her snout, moving his sensitive tip over the surface of her soft, delightfully textured tongue.

“Fuck! Eva, this is…" He couldn't continue because she started to bob.

Sliding her maw up, dragging every inch of his length against the inside of her mouth, then she went back down, repeating that maddening friction until the human was fully hilted again. The sensation of having his entire cock sheathed in a hot, wet place caused the strongest bout of pleasure to surge in his loins, even greater than the movement of her tongue as it explored and lavished upon all sides of his shaft.

He groaned, unabashed, surrounded by singing birds and flourishing flora.

She hummed in response, apparently noting his particular enjoyment of her more brash approach to foreplay. Of course, being a man in his youth, he didn't mind at all. In fact, he'd guiltily fantasied about a woman being so forward with him, sinking down on their knees just for him. But it had always been that, a guilty fantasy. To think he was so lucky for it to be real. To actually get sucked off by an amazing, jovial, gorgeous woman.

“Fuck…" he said. He couldn't stay in her maw long enough. Each time she pulled up, it made him want to pull her back down. A crass smile took hold of him.

Tightening his grip on her horns, he eased his hips forward as she came down over him, and when he looked to see her continued strokes over his saliva-slick cock, he saw that she was staring back at him. There was naught but lust in them, she wanted this. On the next stroke, he didn't ease, he thrust.

This compounding friction felt too good to be real, but it was. That dexterous tongue of hers rolled and lapped against his moving length, obliging his aggressive thrusts, encouraging them even. And these ministrations, combined with her sloppy, saliva-dripping suckles, were sinfully noisy, and he despaired to think what the good townsfolk would think of such a shameless, debaucherous act.

Despite his current pace, Eva would sometimes sink down forcefully, halting Erik's motions, trapping his cock between her jaws so that she could knead and massage him, focusing on only this kind of stimulation. But as quickly as it would stop, it would resume, the human muzzle-fucking her scaly lips just like he would her vent.

“How… how are you real?" He played one of his hands over her cheek, showing how much he appreciated this other-worldly treatment.

The bobbing movement was almost too much to handle, the sliding of the roof of her mouth her his sensitive tip, the dragon spittle soaking his groin and coating his shaft, the deep satisfaction of hilting and grinding into her euphoric muzzle, he could barely stand it.

This dragon was doing nothing more than pushing him to the finish line, trying to suck his orgasm out of him with the greatest of oral finesse. The results were bodily felt, and his legs threatened to buckle.

She was such a great beast, so powerful, so sexy, a creature he never thought he would consort with in this manner. But in that spur moment on the first night he'd taken her, something clicked, and he knew she was just right. He knew he was lucky.

The longer they went at it, the more he pressed his cock in and out of her sloppy maw, the more diligent she became, the more bent she seemed on sucking him dry. Her enthusiasm, her raw lust, it was contagious. It made him want to spill into the back of her throat.

“Ghhh… Eva…"

He grunted in surprise from the surge of pleasure that came when she sped up. She sucked and kneaded, moving her head down harder than he was thrusting into it. It became difficult to keep up, and after some time, he simply gave in, holding still as she once more gain control. With this newfound freedom, she spared no expense, picking up his slack and slurping his virile cock with a fixed intent.

He didn't have to warn her. She could tell, just from him saying her name. He braced himself when the pleasure began to build quickly, a pooling bliss deep within his loins that washed to and fro like an unsteady bowl. He was going to spill. Letting go of her horns, his hands both held to her lower jaw with a tightness that spelled doom.

Out in the open forest, he moaned her name, and she took him to the very base, closing her eyes. His length throbbed, cushioned on all sides by her warm maw, both her jaws massaging and coaxing the first, second, third, and following spurts of cum from his well-treated manhood.

All he could see was white, a blind, sightless vision as all physical sensations overrode his focus. He could only feel the heavenly pleasure of his cock being sucked, of his cum coursing through his length, painting the inside of her maw with his sticky, warm seed.

Eventually his high died down, almost as quickly as it had sprung. With a few final suckles of his tip, Eva let him slip from her jaws, his entire shaft glistening with dragon spit. Not a drop of his essence shown; she'd swallowed it all. It was visible evidence of her eagerness, her utter devotion to making him feel good. He couldn't have been more grateful.

“Thank you…" he managed between breaths. “Sweet thing."

She licked the crown of his softening shaft, causing him to smile and wince from the sensitivity. “Very welcome. But don't think you don't owe me now. You'll repay me by the end of the day."

He stroked her cheek. “Yeah," he laughed. “I believe you."

Just as the thought of cuddling in the after-glow came to his mind, Erik heard the swoop of wings. Wings that weren't Eva's. Both he and Eva looked up, following the source of the noise, seeing a sizable shape above the trees. With the sun behind it, the figure was dark, almost indiscernible besides its outline. A dragon, there was no mistaking it.

It was descending upon them, obviously having seen them. Placing a hand on Eva, his heart continued to race, and his stomach fluttered. Having never met another dragon beside her and her brother, his imagination ran amok with the possible intentions of this creature above them.

Please Gods, he thought. Let this be a kind, reasonable dragon.

And despite this small prayer, he could not shake the idea of a bloodthirsty, roving predator that had happened upon him, and was now swooping in for the kill.

Breaking through the canopy, the dragon landed with a great thud, shaking the ground near it. In better light, Erik could properly see it. The dragon resembled Eva in a way, with its shapely, feminine body. It had to be a female. Her eyes were slanted, thin, almost giving the impression of suspicion. Her head was wider, like a spade, and her horns grew in a self-completing curl, like that of a mountain goat.

She stood with resounding confidence before them, and in spite of her eyes, her scaly lips formed an oddly jovial smile. He realized that not only was her body streamlined, it was well-muscled, far more so than Eva's. Her size was similarly greater than Eva's, almost being as large as Thor, if he had to gauge for comparison.

Her whole body was black and matte, the one exception being her eyes, which were purple.

“Eva, nice to see you. Who's this little naked human? He isn't terrible looking for a two-legger." The black dragon spoke.

Eva's face lit up with a combination of confusion and recognition. "I didn't expect you, Siv. You…" Eva trailed off. "It's been a while, hasn't it? What exactly brings you here, how did you even-"

"Find you? Your brother isn't as good at covering tracks as he likes to think. Plus, I know his smell anywhere. Where about is that lumbering mountain now?"

Eva glanced at the cave, and Siv's gaze followed. Staring off into the darkness of it, Siv appeared transfixed. "He should like to see me."

When the black dragon started toward the den, Erik was astonished to see Eva join her almost immediately, the two of them walking side by side. Watching them go, he couldn't help but notice their posteriors which were so conveniently angled at him. Below those swaying tails were each of their flowers, Eva's quite familiar, while Siv's hid amongst her dark scales, as it taunting him to find it.

He jogged to catch up with them, electing to walk by Eva's side. The striking demeanor of this Siv character was a little intimidating, not to mention her size. He felt safer with a friendly dragon between him and Siv. The two scaled beasts were already chatting.

“What was the that little comment about Erik when you got here?" he heard from Eva.

“So that's his name? Erik. Like I said, for a human, he has got something enticing about him. Maybe it's that freely dangling cock between his legs. Never seen one in person."

“Eh-" Eva sputtered, clearly at a loss for words temporarily.

His eyes widened, and he bit his tongue. Not a word mincer, clearly.

Despite being away from him, Siv lowered her head, eying Erik deliberately, and when he got this pointed stare, he found only terror in the prospect of reciprocating in any way. He prayed she would let up eventually.

“Hmmm, I can see it in every movement of his, shy little thing. That's alright. He'll warm up to me when he sees I can be nice like this one." Siv regarded Eva promptly.

“This human is probably not interested if what you're saying is what I think you're saying."

The cave entrance was just before them.

Siv laughed wholeheartedly. “Eva, Eva, no. Not like that. Unless he was open to it, that'd be a fun experiment. No, I can see he's already quite taken."

Eva tilted her head. Erik twiddled his thumbs. First Thor suspected something, now this?

Siv made a show of examining him from afar, concentrating on a particularly southern area of his body. “He's still slick after whatever hole he put it in. I can literally see it in the sunlight.

Erik swore that if dragons could blush, Eva's scaly visage would be red as ripe tomatoes. The pearly dragon turned, and Erik feared the harshest of retorts were going to come to fruition before him. Before Eva's retribution came through, however, a hoarse cough cut through the moment, diverting all three of their attentions. It echoed loudly and abrasively from within the lightless, inner chamber before them, like stones raking over one another. With such a thrumming, deep sound, it could have only been Thor.

They rushed inside, their eyes adjusting to the dimness until the vague shape of a great dragon became visible. Gray as the rock he lied on, his body was limp, save for his chest and sides which rose and fell in sporadic, shuttering waves. His claws, both front and hind, convulsed and clenched in similarly random intervals.

Although Thor's eyes were open, there did not see. They were glazed over, staring straight out.

“Thor!" Eva galloped over to her brother, frantically searching his body, trying to find the source of his affliction. While she groveled, whined, and cursed whatever plague had befallen Thor, Siv stood by, her concern hardly masked. No one seemed to know what to do.

Erik could not see Eva this way without guilt wrenching his stomach, without fear and sadness pressing on his shoulders, barely able to stand the sight.

Something smelled. Off to the right, Erik looked and saw the three goat carcasses, each one more or less devoured. The spilled viscera of the once intact creatures made him feel queasy in the gut, and he had to look away.

Thor had eaten them, he must've done so after storming away earlier. And now here he was, seizing on the cave floor. It reminded him of the ravaging sicknesses the area's local farmers and townsfolk had once suffered. In one's and two's, he'd witnessed strangers ridden to their beds, doomed to the will of fate as to whether they'd ever stand again. That's why his mother had always warned him not to go eating the countryside berries, especially the…

“Shit!" Erik clasped his hands on the back of his head.

Both Siv and Eva turned toward the human's outburst. “Cottonhollies, those goats ate cottonhollies. They're berries that grow all over, but you can't eat them. Even one will put a grown man into grave illness."

Walking over to the goats, he examined their remains with a grimace. “He's eaten far more than one, has to have. Well, these beasts ate them, and then… you both understand. We need to find a way to heal him. Quickly." As he spoke, his hands were moving, and he couldn't keep still.

Scrambling for any kind of solution, his gaze wandered about his surroundings with a congruent erraticness. And it wandered, and wandered, and wandered, until it settled on Eva. On her face, on her mouth…

“Do either of you have something that can hold water? Even just a bit?" he asked.

There was no hope on the smaller dragon's face, and she shook her head. Siv, however, spoke up in reply. “I know the humans here in town. It would be a flight to get it, and to get the water as well. Are you sure about this, human? Is this a real plan?"

Erik nodded. “Please, Siv. Trust me."

And with that, the elegant black dragon took off, flying into the blue of the sky before disappearing into the distance. These creatures possessed strength and a capability of speed he could never have imagined. It was a matter of waiting from there, and in the meantime, he explained to a disheartened Eva the plan he'd shoddily assembled.

When Siv came back with water, they would take some of Eva's saliva and mix it in.

“I know it's not the most pleasant thing to imagine, but this is the best thing for him. There is no way of getting that toxin out of his body fast enough," he made sure to explain."

Eva nodded, her eyes cast to the ground. She hadn't left her brother's side since she'd seen him.

After a while, the words between them became few, and Erik tried as best he could to console the woman. Loss like this wasn't unfamiliar to him, and he felt her pain far more greatly for that reason. Stroking her back, he assured her that her brother would be ok.

The great dragon was still now, having lost most of the convulsive symptoms of the prior moment, his breaths having become much more shallow, yet still coming in shudders and shakes.

When the wingbeats of Siv sounded out into the cave, Erik couldn't have been more relieved. Clutched between Siv's jaws was the strap of a leather costrel, which dangled below. Without warning, she tossed it with a swing of her head, and Erik nearly tripped in his effort to catch it. When it fell into his hands, he immediately felt the weight of it, and sighed. It was full, and would theoretically be enough for Thor. Even if the canteen was meant for a human's consumption needs, he figured it would be enough, so long as he could get him to drink it.

Turning to Eva, he paused. “Alright. Like we talked about," he said.

Pursing her scaly lips, she nodded. Erik opened the cap and offered it to her, angling it so it would be easier for her. Her tongue peeked out, and she wormed into the vessel, letting her life-saving gift transfer into and permeate the water within. After some awkward wriggling, her tongue pulled back into her mouth, and she cleared her throat.

“Good, that's good," he said. “Now, I need one of you to hold his head up and keep his mouth open. We need to make sure this all goes down."

As Erik knelt down before Thor, Siv circled around on cue, laying down on the other side, bringing her forepaws on either side of the gray dragon's head. She lifted it up toward Erik, and to the human's sudden rush of fear, Thor's jaw fell loose, his mouth opening, revealing a series of uniformly jagged teeth. Gods, to even get near those things. The dragon could so very easily turn him into halves. With a deep breath, Erik turned the costrel upside-down, pouring its contents straight down Thor's gullet. Although Thor wouldn't be able to breathe momentarily, it was better to assume that risk and have at least some water end up in his stomach.

As if on unconscious impulse, the gray dragon sputtered, coughing and wheezing weakly; the leather canteen had been emptied. Some water came back up, pooling on the cave floor. But not all of it.

Erik backed away, and all of them watched for signs. An indication of success or failure. Anything.

As the seconds passed, Erik's hope began to chip and break away. Nothing was changing. The dragon kept breathing in that same horrible rhythm, he-

Thor gasped, his eyes going huge, and he flexed every one of his limbs outward, from his wings to his tail. It was enough to startle each one of them, save for Siv, who looked on in worry.

“Thor?" Eva tried.

The great dragon moved his head toward the sound of her voice slowly, and with effort. He looked his sister in the eyes, but appeared as though he could not speak. He was conscious!

Eva practically pounced on him, putting her body over his, a sort of dragon hug if Erik had to describe it. “Thank everything above," she murmured into his scales.

Thor only breathed in reply. Erik clasped his fingers together. It seemed like the stony dragon had only partly recovered, still under the brunt of the poison's effects. Only more time would heal him completely.

Erik almost couldn't believe it had somewhat worked, that Eva's gift was powerful enough to reverse the internal damage. The relief of improving Thor's condition was nothing, however, compared to seeing Eva taking comfort in the presence of her brother. Despite the wedge he'd seen grown between them, it was clear Eva still cared for him, that their familial bond ran deeper and stronger than any squabble.

Hot air flowed over the back of his neck. He turned to see Siv standing over him.

“Let's give them some space, Erik. Come along."

As she walked off toward the entrance, Erik had to push down his hesitation before deciding to follow her. He glanced over his shoulder before exiting the cave once more, the wilderness welcoming him with its afternoon thrum of birdsongs.

Siv laid on her side in the middle of a spot of shade. Facing him. The shadows of leaves played over her black scales as branches swayed in the wind. She patted the ground beside her.

“Come sit, it might be a while."

Stopping in his tracks, Erik stared on, thinking the possibilities over. What exactly-

She shook her head and chuckled. “I don't bite, human. I promise I'm not as scary as I look either. Come on, come sit down. Get comfortable."

At a cautious and almost reluctant pace, Erik closed the distance between them, eventually settling himself down on the grass before leaning back against her, a position he found eerily similar to the one he'd shared with Eva. Perhaps these dragons enjoyed the novelty of his closeness more than they let on.

“Perfect," she said. “Now, I hope you don't mind answering a few of my questions. I've got plenty, as you can imagine."

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Just as the sun began to set, Erik realized how much of the day had passed him by. Siv had asked more than a few questions, wanting to be filled in on nearly every happening she could squeeze from the human. She'd even shown curiosity in some of the affairs he'd opted to keep private, like how his first time with a dragon was, among other lewd probes.

But by now, Siv was properly caught up, and Erik had learned quite a bit about her.

Alas, another appeared to be joining them. Eva broke out from the darkness of the cave, the dying light painting her white scales. In contrast to her previously disheveled countenance, her face was positively joyous. Especially so when she laid her eyes on Erik.

Even though she wasn't saying or doing anything particularly evocative, Erik felt blood rush to his cheeks nonetheless. How did seeing her do that to him? He got up, walking over to greet the pearly dragoness.

“Hey," Eva started.

“Hey yourself." Erik reached out to stroke her cheek, the scales of her lower jaw providing a welcome feeling.

“I-"

“Shhh…" Eva cut him off quickly, almost reactively. “I know you want to know how he is. There's something more important right now." She looked past him at Siv, who stared at them both with a frankly debaucherous smile. “And it's best if it's away from any prying ears. Or eyes for that matter. Let's take a walk."

Siv only stared after them as they went on their way, heading off to the right of the cave and up the hill behind it. She too stood, stretching in a cat-like fashion before slinking her way into the den.

When they'd put some distance between themselves and said den, Eva spoke up.

“Have I actually told you what Thor's gift is?"

He shook his head. She never had.

“Mmm. Well, it certainly isn't lightning. It's actually quite evident in the cave itself. He carved the whole thing out himself, from the main chamber to the hallways and our separate spaces. The very earth bends to his will."

Erik pondered that fact over, realizing the drake had never used this power before him, not even to fight the King's Men. Not that he needed any more power than his bite alone offered.

“And yours is healing, right. Well… I suppose that leaves Siv. Do you know hers?"

Eva nodded, staring ahead distantly and ponderously. “For a female, she's pretty big, as I'm sure you've noticed, but her real gift is in her eyes. That sight of hers, why I figure she could spot a rabbit's butt from the peak of a mountain to its base. Movements too. Anything that moves, she'll notice easily. It's why she's so good at reading people."

“Yeah," he laughed. “Seems she isn't too afraid to share what she sees either."

The temperature had dropped some in the last few hours, but nothing close to uncomfortable. In fact, the cool air was a welcome reprieve from the heat of midday.

Cresting the top of the hill in a much shorter time than he expected, they were treated to a fantastic view of the sunset, as well as the forest, though most trees still towered over them.

“Sorry. For things like this, I find it much better if there isn't anyone else about."

He tilted his head. “For… things like what?"

Eva pivoted, regarding the human poignantly. “You didn't think you'd get out of this without a reward, did you?" She sashayed toward him, her eyes taking on a predatory glint.

His legs felt stiff, all he could do was stand in place and watch whatever this dragoness was about to do to him. This was going in a very particular direction very quickly.

With the sunset behind her, Eva took on an almost otherworldly appearance, her forepaws crossing over with each step, until she stood right before him, the tip of her snout inches from his face.

“Is this reward what I think it is?" the question came out in a nervous blurt, much less confidently than Erik would have liked. But he couldn't hide his anticipation and excitement with her. He couldn't hide very much of himself at all, standing there in the nude, both of them in the nude. In nature, where the prospect of carnal acts became so much more enticing.

His breath caught when she dipped down below his chin, nudging his neck with her lips before drawing a long, deliberate lick across his skin. For some reason, that spot always shot arousal straight into his nerves. And when she kept at it, kissing him over and over in this way, painting his throat and chest with her tongue, he could barely stand it.

His manhood stiffened from this treatment alone, and he reached out to hold onto the back of her head.

“Mmmmm," she hummed. “I can tell how much you like that. It seems to get my friend down there so very excited."

The words rang true. Everything she did got him excited, ready, and in the mood. Thoughts of his last time with her came flooding. The heat of her vent around his cock, Gods, he was getting hard just thinking about it. Being able to experience it all over again was a very real possibility, one he yearned to try for.

“Beautiful mistress," he whispered, mostly from his lack of breath. “I- I want to…"

She chuckled in a way that only came about when she was aroused and raring to go. “What? Can't get your thoughts straight? What do you want little human?"

Little human. He didn't know why he liked that, but he did. He really did.

“I… Can I take you again? Gods, it felt so good last time, Eva. Please let me."

Eva growled, the vibration in such close proximity that he could feel it. With a final kiss, the dragon turned about, facing away from him. Lowering her chest, she raised her rump high into the air, embodying the animalistic mating pose of a four-legged creature. It was so inviting, so shameless and raw, exuding the desire for sex in such a simple way, triggering something primal in Erik's mind. He wanted her.

Her tail flagged over her back, putting her nethers on full display. Her pussy was swollen and red, clearly discernible from the surrounding white hide. Immediately, he was upon her, his hands running jealously over her hind. The smoothness of her scales never ceased to amaze him, especially for a dragon, not to mention the shapeliness of her rump, which only made his blood pump faster.

“Gods, yes…" Taking his cock in hand, he pressed it against her vent.

“Wait!" she called out, turning her head to the side.

He paused and met her gaze.

“Below my tail."

Erik looked, following her words, and found a hardly visible, horizontal slit just at the base of her thick tail. Confusion muddied his arousal. He trusted her fully, beyond consideration, but…

“A- are you sure?"

“Yes. Please, Erik, I want it. I want you."

The admission was enough to dispel any of his inhibitions, and so he altered course, aiming a bit higher now. With her hindlegs spread properly, he was able to simply stand and place his tip against the inconspicuous crease. Needing no further instruction nor encouragement, he pressed his hips forward.

Although it wasn't her vent, it somehow felt just as wet, as the sensation poured over his tip, the inner flesh her being naturally moist. The sensation was noticeably tighter, a sort of popping-in occurring at the very beginning of this alternate passage. But once his head slipped past this initial tightness, her insides were a bit easier to penetrate.

Her legs tensed when he sank nearly half his length beneath her tail, and heard her suck in a sharp breath.

“Tight," he grunted, looking down at his own cock as he continued to stuff it into her tailhole. Inevitably, his crotch fell flat against hers, his toes curling into the grass as his entire cock was engulfed in warm, pulsing flesh. Her anal muscles clenched with fine deliberation and tangible strength, both of these factors causing him to grasp her hips, or at least attempt to.

Using this leverage, he pulled out, the crown of his bellend dragging against her walls with torturously blissful friction. It was like she was intentionally clenching, and Gods above did it feel good. It was naughty, to put himself there. But knowing it wasn't proper did nothing to slow him. In fact, after finding his first in and out swing going smoothly, he ventured into a slightly quicker pace, slotting himself right back into her hot, inner core.

When he hilted himself, the base of his cock was hugged on all sides by a ring of muscle. He ground against her backside, trying to mash his already buried cock at different angles inside her.

“Yes!" she called out in unabashed reverie, smiling a toothy smile, her eyes closed. “Take me like you said, Erik. Please take me."

He had no choice but to oblige. Letting the rhythm take over, he sank in, basking in the pleasure that only burned hotter on the way out, letting his head remain lodged in her slit before plunging his rock-hard manhood right back into her. Her tight inner walls massaged him in pulses and waves, rewarding him for each stroke.

The progression was swift, his thrusts becoming more savage with time. Gods, she was so warm and wet, somehow her body alone could bring him to the very heights of the clouds, a pleasure so profound and copious that he found himself struggling to contain himself. He wanted to fill her with his seed again. She probably felt the same way.

With a clear end in mind, his motions served only to drive her into the same haze of lust that he had been put under. He wanted her to feel his shaft in her tailhole, and when he'd gotten enough of that, he was going to let her have it, the very essence in his sac. It was building quick, far quicker than he'd originally anticipated.

Beneath him the dragoness writhed, her illustrious and sexy body rolling against his thrusts, taking him deeper, working the friction against him. She really did want him to cum!

Before he knew it, his orgasm was upon him, her tight, pink pucker having coaxed his sensitive cock.

“Fuck, Eva, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum inside!"

With a terse grunt, and an equally terse stroke, he pressed his hips hard into hers, his balls resting against her pussy as they began to clench. His shaft stiffened and throbbed violently, even as her anal muscles worked and milked him. His came deep within her walls, coloring them a new shade of white, his delivering vein pulsing with each new spurt.

Gods, it was beautiful, every nerve was alight with pleasure and rapture, nothing on Earth could ever come so close to paradise.

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The lovebirds, Eva and Erik that is, eventually returned. They found Siv fast asleep next to Thor, who was alert and aware, watching them enter the cave.

“Thor!" Eva called.

He chuckled in a way that Erik could only describe as grim, and let his sister embrace him, his eyes low and tired.

“Good to see you too," he said. His dark, unforgiving eyes found Erik then, and the human felt as though literal daggers were pressing gently on his skin.

“You," Thor said.

Oh, Gods, what did the beast want with him? Retribution? Banishment from the den? Banishment from his sister? He expected no less from one who loathed humans so-

“I owe you my thanks, human."

It was real, from the tone to the meaning of the sentence itself. It was all real. Thor had actually thanked him.

“Siv told me what you did for me, the state I was in. That I might have perished had it not been for your quick wit. I… I may have been rash of my judgement of you."

Erik simply nodded, still wordless in his astonishment.

“But," Thor continued. “Do not mistake my kindness for weakness human. I have not forgotten what your kind is capable of."

Eva looked back at Erik, shaking her head. The human did his best not to grin. Everything, at least for the moment, seemed to be looking up.