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The forest air was still as a frozen lake as the gleaming pillars of sunset were cast between the towering pine trees. Naught but the odd green needle or pine cone disrupted the tranquility as they drifted downward in twirling spires or clattered upon mossy boulders with hollow thuds. The occasional tapping of a woodpecker or the croak of a frog from a nearby pond, as damsel flies darted about, entwined in a fight for dominance too meek and insignificant to the hunter prowling amidst the low ferns and shrubs.

The slightly damp ground of mud and dying pine needles shifted softly under Makia's paws. His body was held low to the decaying carpet, his hunched shoulders rolling as the bony ridges rose tall on either side of his neck. Tail pressed to the floor like a snake, he slipped forward, ears pressed flat to his blue mane and sharp eyes fixed on every shudder in the dense undergrowth.

In the forest calm, his deep breaths and racing heart rang in his ears far louder than even the greatest din from his surroundings. Yet he cared not for the fluttering birds or the squabbling damselflies as they darted with tails locked before his narrow snout. His senses were fixed on something far larger and as his nostrils flared, snout wrinkling to absorb every odor, his head slowly swiveled in the direction of his quarry.

He made no sound greater than the soft crackle of dry pine needles in the dirt. Yet even that seemed too much for the stealthy hunter. He came to an abrupt halt, body as low as he could manage without literally slithering across the ground. The head of his target perked up from the ferns, the low shrubs high as towering trees from his subdued point of view. The deer, a doe, glanced about, appearing equally as large, and elevated as he peered up at her.

The sun's radiant beams set her brown coat a light like some kind of fiery chocolate. The pale specks on her rump flashing like stars as he did all he could to slow his breath and heart to a crawl. His prey's ears rose tall, shuddering like the wings of the flies flitting about her twitching nose as she chewed on a stem of ferns.

So too did his ears rise, cerulean spires atop his head as he dared take a new step forward. With no wind, there was no way the beast could smell him, yet every small shuffle, every light snap under his paws, had him internally wincing. The beast's erect ears swiveled and swirled to every single one of the sounds, yet they appeared just subtle enough to be dismissed as the common forest ambiance.

It wasn't long before he was right behind her, the shadow of a towering redwood masking his dull blue coat as the sun's beams were stretched further into twilight. The deer's hind legs were mere inches away, so close he could practically reach out and grab them. Yet he knew he'd need far more power than a simple paw strike to take down prey of this magnitude. Therefore he pressed lower, legs like springs ready to uncoil, same as his curled tail. His sharp talons flexed against the ground, soft dirt parting like wet paper under them.

This is it, my chance, I drive her towards my net trap, and she's mine. His otherwise still mind thought. Another perfect hunt.

He narrowed his eyes, slowed his breath, and doused the flames of his thundering heart. Yet just as soon as he was poised to strike, the deer's head shot to the left, its quivering gaze peering off into a bed of still ferns as it stopped chewing. Makia hardly had time to register the shift. His sensitive ears detected nothing amidst the bed of vegetation. All he had eyes for was the deer. A split second later, he had far more than eyes poised to strike her.

Like a lightning bolt, his coiled body sprang forward. A scattering of dirt and broken stems was sent flying upwards in his wake, while his claws dug narrow furrows in the soft forest floor. His feathery wings spread wide, carrying him like a cloud of death toward the surprised prey. They blocked out the sun, save for the narrow beams of radiance that struck his outstretched foreclaws, causing them to shimmer like obsidian daggers. He caught the deer's eyes as it glanced back, trembling, and petrified as it shifted to bolt as fast as its powerful legs would carry it.

It was far too late for the helpless beast now, he had it. Everything felt like it moved in slow motion. The forest shrapnel that fanned out about him like an eruption of green in the wake of his explosive pounce. The beads of sweat that shimmered on the deer's hide, even the specks of dust that sparkled in the setting sun's light like a legion of tiny, floating specs. It was almost the perfect moment, powerful, thrilling, and deadly. It made him feel like he was all those things, the perfect hunter. At least until things suddenly were not so perfect.

He felt the shift in the air first. Things were not as smooth as he was used to in the slowed moments of triumph. Then he caught the shadow, vast as his own, and cast by a set of orange and purple wings, colors almost mimicking the oncoming twilight above the trees. He saw claws, curved and sharp. Teeth and a wrinkled muzzle complete with flared nostrils. Then there were her eyes, like amber suns within her narrow skull. Glowing in the sun's radiance, with the green debris of her equally powerful pounce splayed out in the air around her, she was stunning. Not to mention, she seemed to have seen him too. In that brief moment, as their eyes locked, he forgot all about the deer desperately trying to avoid their simultaneous pounces.

Of course, reality was not so kind as to allow perfection to last more than a few meager seconds. While he felt lost in her eyes for that brief moment, her face slowly morphed into one of surprise, then alarm, and ultimately frustration. He was shocked someone could express so many mixed feelings while his perception was slowed to a crawl like that. But just as soon as he thought so, reality came rushing back to him.

Instinct took over, his wings flared, sending out a blast of air that tore roots from the ground and summoned a virtual hail of pine needles. The deer bolted through the cloud of dust conjured by the sudden break, while his fellow faldron did the same. Yet for all of the skill he had honed into pouncing, he lacked the ability to slow down. Before he knew it, he was colliding face-first with the stranger, the two of them gripped tightly as their skulls bonked together like hollow drums.

His head spun, his ears rang, and he swore he could taste a slither of irony blood in his mouth. Yet he felt his competitor's soft feathers, the touch of her wings on his. Strong pinions, well preened and sharp. It almost made him feel scruffy by comparison, more so as the ground finally rushed up to greet him. He hit the forest floor back first, a wheezing huff of breath escaping his lungs as most of the air was knocked out of him. His wings flopped like limp blankets at his side, while his legs stuck upward like petrified trees.

The same could not be said for his new acquaintance, who landed primly atop him with the same acrobatic perfection as a sly feline. She panted only a little, while he gasped to reclaim the air he'd lost. Her wings spread strong, shrouding him in her shadow like some great eagle poised to strike, as her claws pinned his shoulders and her tail pressed flat to his. The sight of her eyes had him peering straight up, a small eep slipping between his lips. Her wrinkled muzzle was only inches from his, so close he could have kissed her, if not for the utter look of coy disappointment plastered all over her sleek face.

"What do you think you're doing!?" she demanded, voice far firmer than he'd expect from such a dainty-looking female. "That was my deer, you know, blue boy!?"

He balked at the revelation, her voice hitting him as hard as the improvised nickname while his stunned mind did its best to make sense of everything amidst the dazzled swirling.

It was her deer? But no one owns the prey here, it's a free forest! One side of his mind argued all while another suggested... _Now, now is that really the gentledrake thing to say? Look at her, she's far better a catch than any deer. _

He did his best not to let that thought show as he masked his downward glance, seeing her sleek and slender body. Neat fur, nice haunches, and strong shoulders. He imagined it had him smirking like some drunken fool at a tavern, and didn't seem lost on her as she blinked and cocked her head. The frustration seemed to drain from her without so much as a word, not that she looked any less deadly, adding before he could so much as utter anything.

"What's the matter, Blu, griffin got your tongue?" She pressed her claws deeper into his shoulders, surely drawing a little blood as she growled. "Because it's common courtesy to speak to a dragoness before anything else and my eyes are up here."

Oh, by the great egg, what have I gotten into!? That thought almost had him squawking words like a strangled bird, yet he reigned in the incomprehensible slurry that left his muzzle. _Now, now, think, can't have her think you're some muttering goof, can we? _

"That they are, my apologies." He put on his best voice, doing his utmost not to wince at the pain of her claws in his shoulders as he forced his smuggest grin. "Eyes that had you going for my prey, if I'm not mistaken."

It was her turn to balk at that, her downy plumage poofing up as her wings ruffled and her eyes widened. He felt her claws pinch a little closer, before her eyes narrowed and a small, yet very dangerous giggle left her smirking muzzle.

"Is that so, pretty drake?" she cooed in the same menacingly coy tone. "Because last I checked this was a free forest."

Hey, that's what I thought! He shut that side of his mind up, only doing his best to keep up the swerve facade as he nodded. Oh, but you caught more than that, didn't you, pretty girl?

"I could say the same, I had that deer completely under control," he countered, flicking his head to the left with a wink. "Would be enjoying the meal right now, though I can't complain too much."

"And yet here you are, more my prey than anything else." She raised a brow, the corner of her smirk curling upwards as she pressed her foreclaws a little more. "Maybe I should eat you instead?"

"Oh, I know there's a kind of eating we can both enjoy, sweet-flanks." He flicked up his tail, catching his feathers against her toned rump. "But if you insist on having caught me...."

He felt her grip slack just a little as her head coiled back, ruff akin to a cobra's hood poised to strike as she scoffed, then rolled her eyes. She looked like she'd seen this all before, how could she not have? She was for sure a cut above most females he'd seen. Yet he was sure he was a worthy match for her, his clear blue fur perfectly countered her warm orange, and he'd no doubt his handsome complexion was equal to her sly beauty.

I can woo any dragoness I want. He thought, recalling bars and taverns in which he'd enjoyed many a good evening. Just feels like she is going to play hard to get, that's all.

She seemed to know exactly what he was contemplating, as if she could read the primal desires right from his smug face. She cocked her head, biting her bottom lip just a little before she drew back, her claws retracting from his shoulders. In the same motion, she swiveled atop him, flashing him a not-so-subtle glimpse of her rear as she pranced away. He leaned up, her succulent slit and ripe tail hole only inches from his snout, before she ended her clean departure with a coy glance back, right as she stood on his crotch.

"Gah, by the skies!" he yelped in sudden alarm, curling over himself as he pressed a forepaw to his tender sheath. "What in the great egg's name was that for!?"

"Oops, clumsy me," she cooed, bowing her head, and ruffling her wings. "Must just be the effects of your oh-so-charming aura."

She did that on purpose, I know she did! He thought, but silenced the idea. Well of course she did, she's really playing hard to get.

He wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, however, and despite the throbbing pain mixing with the burning need to mate between his legs, he rolled onto his paws and wobbled to all fours, wincing only a few times. She at least looked impressed, eyes passing over him with as much scrutinous detail as he'd studied her. Her tail swished, her hind legs fidgeted, he could smell she wanted it, but he knew that was never something he could get her to admit without a fight.

"You are stronger than you look, Blu." She stalked in a low circle around him, spying all the way around to his rear as he could feel the tip of his member slipping from its fuzzy shaft. "Not many hunters would still pursue after a hit like that."

"A wound to my nethers, not my pride," he challenged, pressing a forepaw to his chest, despite shifting his rear legs to ease the throbbing. "I'm no stranger to a rough time either, believe me, sweet-flanks."

She drew back as she reappeared before him, head tall and neck coiled like a deadly viper once again. Her ears folded neatly, as did her wings, the same swerve smirk plastered on her fuzzy muzzle as she countered smoothly.

"A hint of humility, oh my." She jabbed a forepaw at his rear. "With a shaft and nuts like that, I'm shocked."

Oh, now she's talking my language, I got this in the bag. He thought, taking a sweeping step forward. I'll show her.

"I prefer to let them speak for themselves." He wiggled his rump, more of his length flopping free, twitching with each jolt as he became harder. "You're welcome to try. I'm told it can be quite filling, all the way to the knot as those nuts clap your ass."

He saw her quiver, no matter what she did to mask it. The brief flash of desire across her face was unmistakable, no matter how swift. Yet any break in her cocky facade was swept away within moments as she lifted a forepaw to the tip of her snout, ears perked while she thought, then added.

"Really, so confident in yourself?" She not so subtly turned away from him, swinging her tail in a loop that left lasting glimpses of her wet slit, while she added a seductive sway to her hips. "I know a part of me likes the sound of that."

She put on a pained face, as if she were a slave to her own desire, yet loving it. He, meanwhile, licked his lips hungrily, reaching out one forepaw towards her fertile rear. Yet just as soon as he could almost touch it, she took a step forward. Like some drunken fool, his outstretched foreleg unbalanced him, and he fell flat on his face with a puff of pine needles and damp moss.

"Oh my, poor thing." She prowled a little further away, the last shreds of sunlight dancing over her coat like flames as fireflies emerged from the vegetation to flitter about her.

"I'd have thought such a strong hunter would be able to catch me." She pressed an innocent foretalon to her snout. "Then again, you couldn't even catch a deer."

Oh, I really like this girl. Was all he could think as he huffed dirt from his nostrils and sat up. There's only so much she can tease though.

"I don't see your deer here either, sweet-feathers." She smirked at that, swishing her tail yet again.

"Maybe I was just too distracted... My wet slit is doing all the thinking for me... Maybe I need some help," she crouched down, rump up. "I see you seem to have the same issue."

He cocked one hind leg, glancing back to see his firm rod fully erect and throbbing. It glistened in the dying light, a sword ready to impale her pussy. They both knew it, they both wanted it, and still, she toyed with him.

"Nah, this... This just comes with the territory," he assured, and she giggled a little as he stood, shaft awkwardly swaying between his rear legs as his ripe balls bulged in anticipation.

"Then maybe we should help each other out," she suggested, prancing away with coy glee as he took another step towards her. "Though, I'll need some proof you can hunt properly before I really lift my tail."

Ah, I see what she wants. Kinky thing. He matched her wry expression with his own, swishing his tail. Big, strong huntress likes to be the prey sometimes, huh?

He said as much, and she rolled her eyes, failing to deny it. She placed one forepaw forward, rolled her strong shoulders, and tossed her head back as she curled her tail.

"Well, pretty-drake, you want to come catch me, or not?" He mirrored her ready pose, low to the ground despite how hard his stiff shaft made it. _ _"Try to keep up."

"Oh, you're already mine, sweet-flanks," he countered, and she snorted, before bolting. "It's just a matter of time."

There was an explosion of dirt in her wake, stems sent flying, branches cracking as she darted through the dense undergrowth like a twilight missile. He did all he could to keep pace, yet running with a cock almost half the length of his midsection and balls like ripe melons fit to blow any second made it hard to waddle, let alone stalk. She seemed to know that all too well, as if this was all just part of her wicked plan. She giggled ahead of him, darting into the darkness to the point only the smell of her lust betrayed her shrouded position.

She's cruel, but this'll be so worth it if she just keeps going where I want her. He thought, coming upon a clear space between a grove of towering redwood trees. Now, now, where did she go?

"What's the matter, Blu, that humility of yours weighing you down?" she teased as she crept down the side of a tree, bark and loose moss scraping free under her claws. "I suppose I should do the right thing and see to it."

"What, no, no, I'm fine." He winced only once, a static buzz of pleasure lancing through him as he staggered up to her. "I thought you were running?"

That seemed to have her genuinely impressed. She craned her head to glance around at his huge member, while he felt like he'd genuinely flipped the tables on his sly opponent.

Just how much more teasing are you going to do before you admit you want it, huh? He neglected to speak his mind there, instead choosing to wobble his hips, cock swaying like a flashy blade. A few more steps and I have you, either way.

"Have it your way, my hunter," she cooed, slipping away with a smirk as she bolted once more, only to yelp after no more than a few steps. "Aaa, what in the sky's name!"

The ground under her exploded in a shower of leaves and dirt, the sound of rope snapping upwards as the lengths were pulled taut over the higher branches. In a blur of orange feathers and dust, his mysterious opponent was dragged into the air and bundled up in the tight net like a defenseless lamb. All the while Makia's grin bloomed wider as he stalked around her, taking his time as he casually plucked a rope to lower the trap to his eye level, coming face to face with his ensnared prey.

"My, my, what have I caught today?" He teased, pressing a talon to the tip of his snout as he sat before her, hind legs splayed wide to show off his ripe shaft. "A poor, helpless forest creature has blundered into my trap."

"You little weevil, you knew this was here!" she snapped, yet he let the net sway, only seeing her angry face spin away from him as she squirmed. "It's cheating!"

"What, such an expert huntress didn't see it coming?" he asked, lifting a forepaw to hold the net steady as her exposed pussy came into view, her tail pinned up over her shoulders by the trap's tight curve as her kicking legs poked through the holes. "I think she underestimated her hunter?"

Her snort of defeat was so loud it was a wonder half the forest didn't hear it echoing from the trees. All the while she kicked and wriggled, almost as if trying to spin back to growl at him face-to-face. Yet when she failed to do little more than tug the ropes, she settled for stretching her forepaws to grip a nearby rock, holding herself steady with her pussy exposed to him.

"I'd say this is unfair, you should get me down..." she deadpanned, face flat as she added. "But I'm pretty sure you wouldn't."

"Wow, so perceptive," he confirmed, running a foreclaw over her right flank, teetering one bold talon toward her slit, summoning a small gasp. "You going to admit you've been caught, sweet-flanks?"

"I'm going to admit I'm horny and want you to stop talking, how about that?" she growled, shoving off the rock so her pussy was shoved right in his face. "Can't tease with your mouthful, after all."

He took both sides of her rump in his claws as she did her best to hold the rocky anchor before her. All the while his mind was beaming at the triumph. She was indeed sopping wet, the ripe walls of her slit puffy with need as he licked his lips greedily.

"You know, it's a shame it's not mating season," he cooed, taking a good, long sniff of her musk. "Not that it smells far off for you."

"Please, I'd never flaunt if I knew I could end up with welps," she huffed, only to utter a shrill eep as he ran his tongue over her pussy, a long lick from base to bulging clit. "Gah! Right in there already!?"

"Your clit's brighter than a berry, sweet-feathers, don't tell me you wanna wait any longer?" he purred, drawing a small line around her soaked slit with a talon. "Not like you have much in the way of options right now, either way."

Poor, poor little thing. His voice was a low growl as he thought, reverberating deep in the back of his quivering throat. Utterly at my mercy, and here she thought she was so strong and dominant.

"My clit is not the one in charge here. I can say what... Ahhh!" Her eyes popped wide as he gave her another long lick, pausing over her ripe g-spot to plant a small kiss. "You sly wyrm!"

"What was that, I could hardly hear you over your clit's begging?" he teased, squeezing one of her flanks hard. "You're so wet, so needy."

"And you're so talkative!" she countered, chest heaving as she panted. "Besides, I don't beg, I convince... Gah... Fuck!"

Every lap of his tongue over her needy love button stole her words. It was as if the breath were sucked from her lungs as she gasped and whimpered. Her tongue soon lulled between her teeth, yet still, she glared back at him with playful scorn.

"What, you don't like the sound of my voice?" he asked, pressing a wet forepaw to his chest as he licked her sleek juices from his muzzle. "How about if I do this?"

He pressed his snout into her folds, silky walls parting like a smooth channel over his nostrils as he snorted and huffed into her passage, humming deeply. She quivered hard at the vibrations, melting like butter in his grip. It was a wonder she didn't dribble through the net like hot wax, naught but a slurry of mumbled words seeping from her agape mouth. All the while he smirked, eyes pressed to the sleek fur of her taut ass, as he gripped her toned rump tight.

"You fiend... I... Umph...!" She huffed and kicked, hind paws pressed to his shoulders as he felt her tense stiffer than his throbbing member. "Fuck... By the S-skies!"

She was on the very edge, he could feel it rattling through every inch of her. Yet just as she enjoyed the lapping of his tongue over her slit, he felt his own climax building. No way would he see his cum blasted over the forest floor. Neither would he have himself finish before she did.

Let's see just how far foreplay can take her. He drew upward, guiding his wandering tongue down the flooded valley of her pussy, creeping deep into the channel for just a second before landing on her clit. Just how close can she get before popping?

He drew light rings around her primed love button with his tongue, playfully squeezing his lips to suckle on the thing like some ripe teat. All that came from her was a series of muffled gasps and shrill moans, her head drooped to the rock, tongue lulling from her wide maw as she peered back at him longingly.

He caressed and kissed her clit with a lover's perfection, snorting deep into her soaked pussy as he felt her drawn right to the very edge of climax. Her face contorted, her legs drew so tight it was a wonder they didn't pop right off. Yet just as soon as he had her right where he wanted her, he paused, drawing back with the most devious grin in the whole world. The look of utter, dreadful wrath that bloomed through the pleasured vale on her face was priceless as he sat back and pressed a forepaw to his pulsating member, cupping one of his bulging testicles with the other.

"W-what, do you think you're doing!?" she hissed through gritted teeth, quivering, and trembling as if barely able to contain the desire battling to pop from her taut slit. "Finish me!"

"What, and let my own needs go untended?" he asked, rolling his shoulders as he ran his forepaw to the tip of his cock, pressing a talon to the sticky beads of pre budding there and flicking the stuff away. "Where is the cure for my situation?"

"You're a wicked thing, you know that?" she growled, doing her best to kick her ass toward him again, to no avail. "I'll see to that when..." She winced, whimpering. "When you see to me!"

And here she thought she was on top here! He thought victoriously, shuddering as his rubbing drew him closer. Still, I can hardly take any more too.

"Oh, you sure you can take this after coming once already?" he challenged, and despite everything, she rolled her eyes.

"Here I thought you said you were brimming with humility." She swished her tail, snarling and wiggling as she strived to push her sopping pussy toward him. "Come on!"

"So, you're admitting you want it, you need it?" He stood up and ceased her ass between his forepaws, squeezing tight. "You going to beg for it, just like this clit of yours is demanding you do?"

"By the skies, I really hate you!" she roared, yet one tap of his claw closer to her slit and her fury cut off with a whimper. "Umph... Fuck... Fine... I... I want it!"

"Want, or need it, hmmm?" he pressed, creeping the opposite talon closer to her passage, prizing the flower of pale flesh apart, strings of fluid draped between her folds like gleaming, wet vines. "Because I don't know, from here it looks like you could go without."

"By the skies, I'll kill you!" she roared, kicking as he leaned his snout close to her exposed slit and breathed lightly onto her smooth flesh. "Ummm... Nagh.... Fuu!"

"Save killing me for later, right now..." He gave her a long lick. "Beg for me to let you finish, little huntress."

"Arrhh... Fine!" she exclaimed, lifting her head back before drooping it forward submissively. "Please, I beg of you, let me finish!"

"That's a good girl." He was all too happy to oblige, placing his mouth over her clit as if locking lips with a lover, offering little nips as he sucked and pressed his tongue to the sensitive spot.

He'd not been wrong about just how close she was, within seconds her moans radiated through the twilight forest. A breeze swayed the trees, fireflies darted away as she came so hard it was like a flood of warm cum over his snout. She shuddered hard, ass quivering like firm jelly in his grip as her thighs pressed over his snout like a tight vice. Yet just as soon as her cries of excess and her stiffness had peaked, it was gone, stolen by the soft relaxation of her radiant afterglow.

He drew back, leaning onto his back, cock like a vast tower between his splayed hind legs as he stroked it, the sight of her dripping slit on full display above. She, meanwhile, clutched the rock, foreclaws scraping free the moss that clung there as she craned her drooped head back to smirk at him.

"How was that?" he asked, as she eyed his cock hungrily, doing her best to slow her heavy pants. "Worth the pleading."

"Please, you're lucky I let you off," she countered, and he cocked his head curiously.

"Not like you have much choice." He saw only her smirk before she wriggled like some kind of skittering insect.

She seemed to know exactly what she was doing as she drew her legs in and rolled onto her back, wings pressed to the net's bottom curve. His heart skipped a beat as she giggled and flicked upwards, claws effortlessly cutting the rope. It was his turn to yelp in alarm as the trap fell over him, allowing her to pin him down with far less effort than before. Legs and cock poking through the holes like exposed towers.

"I've seen those knots before, strong, but not too hard to cut." She slipped her wet folds over the tip of his rod, leaning in close to his ear as she purred deviously. "You're lucky I let you finish me first, Blue-boy."