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I can't recall exactly how I missed my bus, but I swear it wasn't my fault. They announced a solid fifteen-minute break to stretch our legs, and after being cramped up in the back, I was relieved to feel the ground under my blue mottled paws.

Now, I watched the taillights of the long-haul bus disappear over a hill in the distance, finding myself alone in the tired, old bus depot. The golden rays of the sun caused the streetlight shadows to stretch endlessly. Frustrated and angry at the world, I scanned the long, lonely road for any signs of a car I might hitch a ride with. Not many people would be eager to pick up a hitchhiking dragon, even one as small as myself, but without wings, I knew it would be a rough walk.

Turning around, I circled the bus shelter where I was now marooned and finally found an old faded schedule. Sitting on my haunches, I traced a claw down the small print, my whiskers drooping in despair as I realized there wouldn't be any future buses until late the next morning.

Gnashing my teeth, I couldn't help but vent my frustration on the hopeless sign. Reaching up on my hind legs and latching my front paws onto the top of the sign, I tugged and thrashed to no avail. Even the flimsy sign seemed to mock me, fueling my rage until, with a crack, the housing came away from the pole. Falling back unceremoniously, I felt the cold hard pavement on my spine and let out a whine of embarrassment and hopelessness.

After a minute of lying there, I rolled over, looking at the broken plastic housing. A wave of guilt washed over me. Dragons already get a bad rep for their outbursts, and now, seeing the broken sign, I picked it up in my jaws and took it back to the pole. Inspecting the damage, I could see how I had broken it, and I knew it was beyond repair. Placing the sign down at the base of the pole, I patted it gently, and that was when my eyes narrowed.

Of course, the lowly paid transport member wouldn't remove the old timetable from the housing. With careful paws, I gently pried the housing apart and slid the old schedule out. Its design was similar, but it had one key difference. A stylized map was printed at the top, highlighting where I was. I could see that while the bus route would snake around a large forest, it wasn't actually all that far if one were to cut through.

Despite the warning saying it was not drawn to scale, it surely couldn't be more than a few hours' walk through the woods. Turning around to align the map with the road next to me, I looked across the barren asphalt and saw the woods. Not too dense and very traversable, it took me maybe a full ten minutes to give up on a car coming to my aid and sighed. With my bags and harness on the bus, I had nowhere to store the map and tried to memorize the landmarks.

Folding the map in half, I slipped it under the broken housing of the sign and looked both ways up the road. Confirming that no one was going to help me but me, I trotted across the road and began my journey.

Living in the city, my paws had become more accustomed to smooth concrete and thin carpet. Feeling the dirt under my paws made me feel oddly wild. Once I got away from the road and entered the forest, it was like stepping into a different world. The silence of the main road was replaced with the soft chirping of crickets, and the smell of oily fuels clinging to asphalt gave way to pine needles, moss, and, well, earth, I guess.

I knew I had to keep the sun to my left, but as I progressed, I found it harder and harder to see. The trees became thicker, taller, and their canopy cast swaths of the forest floor in shade. I was sure that my silvery white body would stand out against the dark trees, but reassured myself that surely no creature would mess with a dragon, even if my head only came to a human's waist.

Something caught my eye as I approached a small embankment. A thick tree had a strange inscription carved into its bark, and my whiskers twitched with unease as I took a moment to inspect it. Clearly carved with a claw, the deep furrow had stripped the bark, and scratches so deep into the trunk made the sap ooze out, almost like it was bleeding.

Cocking my head, I tried to work out what it was meant to say. The strokes were crude and unrefined, and after a minute, I concluded that it wasn't a language I knew. Looking back the way I came, I couldn't make out my footprints, as the soft leaves looked undisturbed, almost like the world was healing behind me.

'Fuck it,' I thought to myself. If I'm not meant to be here and get found, maybe they can help me get home. Looking back up at the sun, I reoriented myself and resumed trotting deeper into the unknown.

I knew it was getting late into the day as the air became significantly cooler. The shade of the tree canopy slowly smothered the light until I finally realized I had no idea which direction I was heading. Trying not to panic, I steadied my nerves and tried to formulate a plan.

I couldn't see any landmarks because of the tall trees, and after trying to backtrack my steps by following my scent, I discovered that even that was impossible. My nose, dulled by city life, couldn't tell at all where I had come from after a few hundred feet.

I could feel my anxiety building and tried to focus. It was starting to get pretty dark when I formulated a plan. While the trees were dense, I could follow the grade of the forest floor. If I kept going downhill, surely it would lead somewhere. With no better idea, I turned and began to trot as best I could, quickly navigating fallen branches and logs in the underbrush, focusing only on going downhill.

As the darkness and evening chill seeped through the forest, I found myself snapping to strange sounds of the wildlife. Creatures hooting and screeching made my hackles raise, and my tail twitched nervously. While my eyes adjusted to the dark, I discovered myself descending into ditches, surrounded by ferns and spiny brush.

Spotting a glimmer of dim light ahead, I sighed a deep breath of relief and plodded towards it. My delicate paws were not accustomed to walking on such uneven ground, and the thought of getting home and laying on my bed made a smile creep onto my snout.

My ears twitched at the sound of cracking ahead. Occasional deep grumbles interrupted a wet tearing sound that made my chest tighten. Cautiously, I continued towards the dim light and the mysterious sounds. Reaching the tree line, I used a thick tree as cover before peeking around. My heart sank as I realized it was not the edge of the forest, but instead a small clearing.

The sky blended orange streaks and a deep blackish-blue, the sun's final attempts to light the day becoming futile. My head snapped down to the ground at the sound of further wet tearing, and my heart leapt into my throat.

He was large, very large. Or at least appeared so at the time. He stood over a dead deer, or at least, I think it was a deer. Thick scale plates ran down his back, a dark green speckled color that made him blend with the forest floor. Even from across the clearing, I could see the hunger in his eyes as I watched from afar.

He tore through the flesh as if it were wet paper, his sharp teeth ripping chunks out before swallowing. Something about him was primal, wild, and fierce. I was downwind of him, smelling his musk. It was like something I had never felt before, it washed over me, catching me off guard and stirred emotions that j hadn't anticipated.

I felt the air shift in my blonde mane and watched as his angular head froze while devouring his kill. His eyes flicked up to meet mine before he lifted his head. Blood dripped slowly from his jaws as his piercing brown eyes bore into mine. My heart beat hard and fast, frozen in place as we looked at each other. I couldn't help but stare at the angular scales that defined his face; everything about his body screamed strength and dominance.

He stared at me for what felt like ages. I never knew why deers would freeze in the headlights until that moment. My heart pounded in my chest so hard that it dominated my hearing, the rest of the world seemed to go silent as we looked at each other. I don't know why, but when his tail twitched, my body screamed for me to escape. I turned and bolted back into the forest.

My mouth fell open as I tried to feed my body as much oxygen as possible. The trees whipped past me like a blur as my smaller legs carried me quickly into the dark woods.

I could hear his footsteps getting closer. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him gaining, his powerful legs propelling him with predatory grace towards me. My lungs burned, and my body ached. I jinked and bounded between the trees, trying desperately to put as many obstacles between myself and him.

I could hear him gaining ground, his deep, heavy breathing and the pounding of his large feet against the ground made my chest tighten. Try as I might, he just kept coming, closer and closer until he was almost upon me.

I looked back one last time, his looping form lunging towards me. I tried to quickly turn but felt the ground give out from under me, a dead, rotten branch snapping loudly as my eyes widened in fear.

My whole world spun, my paw missing the solid ground and slipping out from under me. The cool earth at least helped cushion my fall as I tumbled again and again across the ground. Wet leaves from the undergrowth flew up around me as I finally slid to a halt, panting hard. I tried to get to my feet but suddenly froze. His large paws were right in front of me, sharp, dark talons firmly embedded into the ground as he stood silently.

Looking up, I got a close-up view of his powerful front legs, his hard scales clinging to the shape of his firm muscles. As I looked further up, I could see his dark chest swelling and compressing with deep breath as he looked down at me. His neck was curled on a tight curve as he contemplated my fate, his teeth hidden by his scaled lips. While he still had remnants of his meal on his lips, he wasn't snarling and held an expression of deep thought.

Meeting his brown eyes, I tried to hold his gaze. Slowly curling my tail around myself defensively, I tried to make myself as small as possible.

I blurted an apology for disturbing him but my voice came out weak and wavering in panic. He just look at me in confusion, silently measuring me up with his stern expression. His breathing was heavy, and he cocked his head when I tried to explain I was lost. Finally, when he spoke, his voice was like the gods themselves were commanding the elements. I couldn't understand his words; they were a language I couldn't comprehend and sounded so deep and masculine it sent a shiver through my body.

I tried to explain that I didn't know what he meant, and I think he understood and knew I wasn't a threat to him. As he took a step backward to let me up, I could see the strong muscles shifting under his scales, every aspect of his body honed by living in the wild woods. His horns curved back in a graceful yet fierce S shape, small nicks and old scars dotted his body, each one a reminder of a hard-learned lesson.

Rising to my feet, I could see the size difference between us. My head only came to his shoulders, but our bodies could not be any more different. My silvery white scales were smooth and sleek, and my mottled blue paws were the only attempt I had at blending in with this foreign environment. Yet, while I had taken great care to stay lithe and slim, his form was built for survival. His shoulders were broad, likewise his hips and tail. The corded muscles in his neck had been honed by hunting for himself compared to mine, which was more accustomed to hunching over a computer screen.

Sensing that he wouldn't harm me, I repeated myself, attempting to convey that I was lost. He gazed at me with his focused brown eyes, absorbing every word I uttered, yet it was evident that he struggled to comprehend.

With a paw, I swept away leaves from the ground and sketched a rough outline of the forest from memory. I endeavored to describe my origin, illustrating a line in the soft dirt indicating my destination.

The night air grew colder as I explored every avenue to elucidate my predicament. Suddenly, he stood up and grumbled something in his native tongue.

Observing him as he turned around and ambled away left me bewildered. I remained in place until he halted and glanced back. A flick of his head indicated he wanted me to follow him. Until then, uncertainty lingered regarding whether he grasped my attempts at communication. Despite my hesitation, it became apparent that he knew the forest better than I did, and after a cursory look around, I found myself trotting behind him.

His legs outpaced mine, purposefully navigating the undergrowth with poise. I struggled to keep up, my smaller legs and dainty paws scrambling over logs he effortlessly traversed.

The forest's darkness deepened, and I attempted to shake off the evening chill. Shivering slightly, I distracted myself by observing his long, thick tail swaying from side to side, constantly adjusting his balance as he pressed on.

Periodically, he slowed down to allow me to catch up, often accompanied by a deep grumble or warble whose nature, whether encouragement or frustration, eluded me. Fatigue set into my body, unaccustomed to this level of endurance, but I persevered. Only upon reaching a steel embankment did I voice my concern.

Examining the steep, almost sheer rocky protrusion, he paused and glanced back at me. My legs burned, and I yearned for a comfortable bed, yet I trotted up alongside him. He attempted to communicate something to me, but I couldn't comprehend it. His deep brown eyes scrutinized me as he reiterated his vocalizations. With a slight nod of his head, he gestured to the wall and then looked at me expectantly. I couldn't help but frown, attempting to convey that climbing it was impossible, scanning the low rocky wall for a more manageable path.

When a big, broad head like his suddenly dips beneath your chest, it's a hell of a wake-up call. I tried to spin around but quickly found myself lifted up, his snout driving between my front legs and rising swiftly. Panicking, I grabbed onto whatever I could, and soon, I found myself on his shoulders as he ascended to full height. His expression, though formidable, carried a hint of concern as he glanced back over his shoulder at me. For someone so massive and powerful, his look conveyed a desire to ensure my well-being. I felt a rush of excitement as he took a few steps, my paws securely latching onto his body as he approached the rocky wall.

The power and strength of his body were awe-inspiring; with a quick crouch, he scaled the rock wall with me hanging on for dear life. Upon landing on the top edge, he didn't pause to let me dismount and continued to walk at a pace that would require me to run to keep up.

I could feel his shoulders moving beneath me, and although his back boasted large scales running down its length, I was pleasantly surprised to find them not as rough or sharp as they appeared. Glancing back to ensure my well-being, he accelerated to a canter. Initially, I was jostled and bounced on his back, but after a few minutes, I adapted, rolling my hips and shoulders to match his movements rather than resist. The sensation became akin to riding a city bus on a winding street rather than a rollercoaster as we navigated through the trees.

While the cold forest air rushed past us, I could sense his warmth beneath my soft paw pads. The rhythmic thunder of his paws on the forest floor became the soundtrack to our journey as we scaled rocks and boulders together.

I had to trust him, especially as darkness enveloped us. My breath began to fog in the night chill, and I found myself clinging even closer to him as we continued at our rapid pace. The trees ahead blurred into obscurity, and finally, I felt him start to slow down.

His pace slowed to a gentle walk as he rounded a large tree and stepped into another clearing. The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the long grass, which slowly swayed in the evening breeze. I remained on his shoulders as he made his way to the center of the clearing until he finally stopped and looked back at me. His voice, still deep and strong, now carried a softer message. A small nod to the ground signaled that it was time for me to step down, and I quickly leapt down to the long grass. My legs felt like jelly and threatened to buckle under my own weight; it took all my coordination to prevent myself from tasting the dirt.

A deep resonating grumble emanated from him, sounding like boulders rolling against one another. I turned to see a gleam in his eyes, clearly finding my wobbly legs humorous.

I tried to smile back as warmly as I could, thankful for his efforts, and looked around the rest of the clearing. The evening air was cold, and I quickly found myself shivering. When I turned back to my forest guide, I caught him stretching. His hind paws stayed anchored to the ground as he pulled himself forwards and arched his back, every firm and toned muscle in his body rippling and stretching before he straightened up and huffed at me.

I cocked my head in confusion, and he just shook his head. He circled around himself, flattening the long grass down before laying down on the soft earth. In the clearing, I couldn't help but feel exposed. There was about a hundred feet between us and the treeline, but I realized that if anyone were going to sneak up on us, they wouldn't be able to hide either.

My ears twitched at the sound of his slow breathing, realizing he had managed to fall asleep incredibly fast. Although the map had suggested a short walk, I began to grasp that it likely wasn't drawn to scale. With my guide now asleep and the cold night air sapping warmth from my body, I used my paws to flatten the ground and settled down. Curling into a tight ball, I positioned myself a few feet away from my forest friend and attempted to get some rest.

The ground was a far cry from my warm bed and snuggly blanket, but something about looking up and seeing the stars made me feel strangely free.

I couldn't gauge how much sleep I got that night, but I woke up shivering like a leaf, fumbling around for my blanket. Opening my eyes, I noticed a layer of dew on myself and the clearing, quickly chilled by the wind, giving it a white frosty appearance. Surveying the surroundings, I saw the sky was a dark gray, realizing dawn was likely a few hours away.

My teeth chattered, and my whiskers curled tightly as I scanned the area to ensure my friend was okay. I could tell he must have been warm because while my breath created small puffs of fog, his whole body seemed to be steaming. Dew clung to my scales, yet he had a ring around him where his body heat kept the water from frosting.

Lifting my head, I peered around the clearing, which looked so different in the dim light that I had no idea where we had come from and, more importantly, no idea where I needed to go. Attempting to go back to sleep, I wrapped my tail around myself tighter, nuzzling my snout against myself for warmth, but it was futile.

Glancing at my friend, I noticed he was still fast asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly with the occasional twitch of his large paws. I waited for about fifteen minutes to see if he would stir before getting up and padding towards him. I hoped that by waking him, he could continue to guide me out, but as I approached, I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

I crept closer until I was next to him, finding the ground significantly warmer. Examining his large head, I could see he was dreaming, his nostrils twitching, and his eyes flicking under his armored eyelids. It felt impolite to wake him, considering he had carried me for a good chunk of the night. So, I tried to stay as quiet as possible, lying next to him and facing away. Attempting to get comfortable, I discovered that the closer I lay toward his larger body, the warmer it became. I shuffled closer, freezing only when I felt his warm, scaly hide against mine.

A deep, resonating growl rumbled from his chest, and I quickly snapped my head around to see if I had overstepped my welcome. He rolled sleepily onto his side, curling his head and tail around me, unwittingly creating a warm circle of drake for me to rest in. Watching his face for a few moments, I saw him continue dreaming. Lowering my head, I listened to his deep breathing--his powerful lungs working like bellows. His scales, while tough, had a surprising amount of give in them as I nestled against him. His scent enveloped me; there was something about his wild nature and gentleness that was akin to fresh sheets on a warm bed. With the cold air around us but the warmth of his body, it was only a few minutes before I fell asleep again.

When I woke up, the absence of his warmth filled me with panic. My large drake friend was nowhere to be found. Initially, I questioned if I had imagined the entire experience, but when I lifted my head above the long grass, I spotted him returning to me, a limp, furry something hanging from his jaws.

Noticing my gaze, he swiftly trotted back, dropping the lifeless rabbit at my feet, and looked at me expectantly. Now, I prefer my meat on the rarer side, but encountering it with the fur still on was a novel experience for a city 'ness like myself.

Looking up at his face, I saw him glance at me and then at the rabbit. Although hesitant, I knew my body could process the raw food. A sniff and a grumble from my stomach later, I took my first bite of what my ancestors consumed daily. It was an enlightening experience. I'll spare the bloody details, but there's something oddly satisfying about tearing into something that's still warm. Especially when the last thing I ate was a bag of crisps on the bus, which, if I'm honest, now tasted like cardboard in comparison.

I believe my friend was pleased with my efforts. When I finished the last of it, he leaned in and licked my paws. I won't lie; it felt weird at first. My blue mottled paws always stood out on my otherwise silvery-white scaled body, but he didn't seem to mind as he carefully ran his tongue over my digits.

I observed him work before he glanced up at me and lifted his head slightly. In the morning light, I could appreciate his appearance more. Such a rugged and wild look to his scales made me feel like I was gazing at one of the dragons of old. Back home, I'd be bombarded by ads boasting revolutionary scale shine creams and techniques to keep myself silky smooth. However, he seemed so handsome in a rugged, live-off-the-land sort of way.

When he licked my snout, I froze, stunned at the sudden action. It wasn't like a passionate kiss or anything romantic, but clearly, I had made a mess, and he was simply cleaning me up in the best way he knew how. Incredibly gentle, he left me speechless. Despite his gruff and primal appearance, he delicately licked my snout and whiskers until I was clean and pulled back to admire his handiwork.

I felt my ears burn as I blushed and thanked him softly, and I believe he understood the message. When I stood up, I could feel the deep ache from yesterday catching up to me. He noticed my flinch and lay down quickly in front of me, making the same vocalizations as when we came to the rock wall. I understood the gesture.

Placing a paw over his shoulder, I slowly stepped over him and settled down on his back. Clinging to his warm body, he stood up and looked back at me to make sure I was okay before beginning a trot out of the clearing and back into the woods.

Now, I thought I took care of myself. I always tried to eat right and had a gym membership that I did my best not to neglect, but my fitness was nothing compared to the green drake that carried me. We only stopped for a drink from a stream and a brief toilet break; otherwise, we spent the entire day almost running through the woods. I made sure to continue moving my body with his, which he must have appreciated as he would huff when I got the timing wrong and give small warbles of encouragement when I matched his actions during tricky obstacles.

It was hard to gauge the time of day as the thick canopy obscured the sky for most of our journey. I started to wonder how big this forest really was and had a better appreciation as to why the bus took a path around it. The only semblance of time I felt was when things started to become cooler once again and my protector began to slow.

I could tell he was exhausted as we walked into another clearing, his tail dropped behind me, and his mouth was open in a steady pant. Looking up, I saw the sky had become dark blue as night was beginning to fall. I assumed this was where we would stay for the night and leapt off his back when he paused.

I gave him a warm smile when he rumbled something that almost sounded positive in his own language. I had no idea what it was he said, but I assumed it was something about our journey. I followed him as he performed a patrol around the clearing, his nose twitching, and his head turning every so often to listen to the sounds of the woods. Just in case, I stayed close, his protective figure occasionally brushing against my flank as we completed a lap of the patch of grass.

He mumbled something before purposefully walking towards the tree line. Confused, I trotted to keep up and saw him stop again at a large shrub, its dark green leaves glinting slightly in the moonlight. I was surprised when he reached into the bush with his jaws to snap a branch off. Without a word, he carried it effortlessly back to the center of the clearing and dropped it between his paws, then lay down.

In the dim light, I could see his paws moving the leaves this way and that before exposing some plump berries. With kind eyes, he looked at his harvest and back to me. Now, when a big burly drake offers you wild berries, how do you say no? And let me tell you, these were amazing. Forget anything you will find in a supermarket, or even a farm for that matter. Each one was delicious, sweet, tangy, and so juicy they dropped from our jaws.

Once we finished, he pressed his snout against mine once again to clean me up. Such a simple gesture was so warm, so kind, and made me feel all fuzzy inside. I wanted to ask where he came from, how he came to be living off the land, and what drove him here. But the words escaped me when he finished cleaning my snout and rolled over onto his back. Stretching his long tail out, he held his front paws against his broad chest and wiggled slightly to get comfortable on the soft ground.

There was something about the carefree and exposed pose that brought a smile to my face. Back home, my mind would be consumed with worries about rent, electricity, and punctuality at work. However, observing this drake, I grasped why he lingered here, beneath the stars, unburdened by responsibilities other than the essence of life itself. Even if we couldn't converse, his presence felt soothing to me. Like we could enjoy the moment forever in silence if we chose too.

My gaze lingered on his well-toned physique, evoking a primal emotion that painted him as a protector, a guardian, and perhaps even a mate? Swiftly, I shook my head, admonishing the notion. Not even two days lost in the woods, and I was already on the verge of losing myself.

Reclining beside him, I couldn't muster the courage to adopt such a vulnerable position, yet I found myself gazing at the stars as they gradually revealed themselves. I sensed his presence beside me, his breath a warm, rhythmic rumble that assured me of safety. Though I was confident no creature would dare provoke a dragon like me, the comfort of having him by my side eased my tension.

As the sky darkened, the evening chill returned. However, scrutinizing the heavens, I noticed a corner where the stars appeared dimmer, less distinct--attributed to the city's light pollution, my destination and home. Confusion tightened my chest, emotions swirling as I recognized the city's glow.

He observed me unraveling this realization, his thoughtful brown eyes betraying an emotion I struggled to discern. Longing? Sadness? Whatever it was, relief wasn't part of the equation.

Regardless, my return home was still a day away, and the night air grew colder. Shuffling closer to his warmth, I turned away from the city, resting my back against his side. His comforting heat enveloped me, prompting a murmured expression of gratitude.

With a contented sigh, he shifted, using his paws to reposition himself and curl around me. My back nestled against his chest, and my tail found warmth between his thighs. I emitted a surprised meep when his warm tongue stroked across my forehead and snout--a reassuring gesture that worked wonders to calm my anxieties about the impending tomorrow.

Drawing closer, his tongue momentarily paused mid-lick when the base of my tail brushed against a different texture of scale. I hesitated, realizing I had just touched what must have been his vent. Uncertainty flickered in my eyes as they met his. After a brief awkward moment, he resumed his affectionate licks, and a smile crossed my face, appreciating the tenderness and gentleness he conveyed in his slow devotion.

It was strange, really. Out here in the wild, things were so much simpler. He was a big, strong, handsome drake, and something about him just seemed so comforting. It could have been his strength or just his kind, protective nature, but I started asking myself questions that I wouldn't have thought of answering when I first stepped into the woods.

When he finished a lick, I tilted my head up to nuzzle the underside of his jaw with the bridge of my snout. I pressed with purpose against him and felt him freeze. He had been so kind and genuine in taking care of me, helping me find my way in the forest. I couldn't help myself from returning the favor with a few licks... or maybe more.

I could feel the deep, rumbling purr reverberate through his chest. I had no idea how long it had been since he had felt the touch of another dragon, let alone a dragoness. But I had to smile as he stiffened when I shimmied tighter against him, my hips pressing against his soft belly and tail base against his vent again.

Giving him a gentle nibble on his jawline, I told him it was okay in a language we both understood. One of his forepaws draped itself over my side, and I reached down to guide it to hold my chest. Something about his tender grip of his strong paws made me melt inside. He was so much bigger, stronger, and more capable as a hunter, yet he showed a level of tenderness and care that made me feel so much safer and wanted.

He curled further around me, his hips rolling and embracing me better than any partner I had ever had, his tail dragging across the ground to wrap around his head and form a little nest for me. Now, when I felt him, I was a little startled, not going to lie. As soon as it started to emerge from his vent, I knew what it was and adjusted my hips to let him lay over my tail and reached back with a paw to guide his length between my legs.

I could feel him harden against my soft paw pads, his texture smooth and soft yet grippy. I felt his paw hold me close as I gently stroked the underside of his shaft. Now, I'm no prude; I know where it all goes and how an egg is much girthier than this, but I would be lying if I wasn't slightly intimidated by his member. I think he knew that too, as he lifted his head to look back at me with a warm expression. Something told me he wouldn't be upset if I backed out, that he knew we were different in our own ways.

It didn't take me long to come to my decision. Stretching my neck, I nuzzled his snout and gave a warm, affectionate lick on his chin. Running my paw further back down his length, I held him against my entrance and slowly shuffled my body up it. I could feel his toes clench against my chest as he felt me rubbing up to his tip. I whispered for him to be gentle, but the look in his eyes promised me that would not be an issue. I had to adjust my hips, but he was patient and held still, allowing me to take the lead.

Feeling his tip against me made me feel so alive. My heart was in my chest as I positioned him just the right way and rolled my hips to take him in. I heard his breath hitch at the same time as mine when he slipped in, his warmth and hard length giving me a full sensation that literally took my breath away.

A deep groan of pleasure escaped his lips. Looking up at him, I smiled when I saw his eyes scrunched closed and mouth slightly agape. Holding his forepaws in mine, I pressed back slowly, taking him ever so gently. I could feel him tense behind me; I imagined his instincts were screaming at him, yet he stayed calm.

When I couldn't take any more, I paused. Breathing heavily, I felt his paw trace around my chest. His touch was so soft and delicate despite his size. I had to look; you would too. His pinky tapered spire was deeper in me than I think I had ever experienced, and looking down at my puffy lips stretched around him, I could tell he still had a few more inches to go.

He licked me, not in a playful way, but one that seemed to convey reassurance, almost as if he was asking me to trust him. I placed my paw over his and intertwined my digits with his, his rough green-scaled paw a stark contrast to mine. Looking up at him, I saw not the fierce drake that startled me the day before, but a kind soul who had been made rugged by the world he chose to live in.

I gave him a small nod, and when he cocked his head to be sure, I licked his chin once again. Feeling him roll his hips to draw his length out of my vagina left me feeling empty, like I was losing a part of me. I nestled into him when he rocked back, ever so slowly. His eyes held my gaze, searching for any signs of discomfort as he pressed back in.

We continued like this for I'm not sure how long; it could have been hours or minutes. He gazed into my soul while gently and ever so slowly pulling back and pressing in.

In my world, there was always something looming--a deadline at work, an early meeting the next day, or simply a show that I wanted to watch. What I'm saying is, everything was dictated by time. But here, in the woods with the drake whose name I didn't even know, I discovered a place where time had no meaning. Just the slow rhythm of our bodies against one another through the night.

The cool night air had no effect on us; our bodies moved against each other, speaking in a language we both knew. I could feel him holding back, his shaft slick with our combined arousal, yet he took his time to be gentle with my smaller form.

I waited until he was as far back as he wanted to go, then pressed against him as he rolled his hips to drive into me. The pleasured grunt that escaped his mouth made me smile. Looking up at his surprised face, I gave him a gentle lick between his nostrils, and he got the message.

Pulling back, he put a little more effort behind his thrust, and I gasped at the sensation. He paused, eyes wide and concerned. With a reassuring lick on his chin, he relaxed and resumed his rhythm. Slowly building in strength, he watched me for any signs of discomfort. I nodded reassuringly; I could feel how slick I had become, and he was soon sawing into me with an effortless glide that made my body respond in ways only nature could have designed. He let out a long, loud groan as he increased his pace, his breathing a heavy pant, each one in time with his movements against my rear.

I could feel his hind legs squeezing against mine, and I tried to press back against him in time with his movements. His front paws clutched my chest as he rocked me slowly in his embrace. I knew he wanted more, and if I were being honest, so did I. Panting through my mouth, I looked down between my hind legs, mesmerized by the way I seemed to grip onto his shaft longingly and then be parted again and again. Pressing into his chest further, I looked back up and saw the look of desperation on his face. It didn't take much for him to stop; a gentle squeeze on his paw and a slight wiggle made him freeze, opening his eyes to look at me.

I pulled myself forwards, causing his hard length to slip out, and then rolled onto my back. A small nuzzle under his chin and a deliberate stroke of my tail against his told him what I wanted, and his eyes widened in understanding. Rolling over the top of me, my hind legs wrapped around his waist, perfectly aligning my body with his poised member. He supported all his weight on his front paws and crouched down on his hind legs to continue our lovemaking. When he entered again, my neck curled, and I was surprised when he did the same, our two foreheads and noses touching in a gesture that needed no explanation. The new angle felt amazing, his tapered length finding sensitive spots I didn't know existed. I could feel the power behind his thrusts, not in an unrelenting way, but I could sense him holding back even still. Almost like I was only getting a fraction of what he could deliver, but in truth, that was all I needed.

His enveloping warmth, his strong front legs on either side of me, and the way his hips rolled and drove into me made me close my eyes, with breaths escaping in needy moans. His eyes were closed, his face pressed against mine as he took me.

Now if I had my paw on a Bible, I would have to admit I've faked it before. But this was so far from that; it started in my tail, shuddering and twitching against his. When he wrapped his around mine, it set me off--a tidal wave of unfiltered bliss running through my veins. My toes curled, and my front paws gripped his shoulders as I became undone. The noises he made told me everything I needed to know. As my body rode its rollercoaster of pleasure, he picked up the pace. His body surged against mine, rocking me against the soft ground and rumbling words to me I didn't know, yet understood completely.

With my hind legs wrapped around his waist, I felt him press in one last time, my eyes fluttering open as I sensed him release deep inside me. It wasn't quick; it persisted as he shuddered and growled on top of me. The deep, timbre bass of his voice dominated my thoughts as he came hard inside me.

Panting, hot, and flustered, I gasped for air. His forehead still tilted down, allowing me to devote licks to the bridge of his nose and between his horns. Gradually, I felt him soften, and I couldn't help but let out a blissful sigh as he slipped out of me. His eyes finally opened, looking into mine, a deeper understanding of one another now achieved.

As he stepped backward, I began to roll over but stopped when a paw of his gently pressed against my belly. I had to arch my neck to look down between us and saw him dip his snout down between my legs. Despite the raw passion we had just experienced together, he slowly began to lap at my folds. Not in a way that suggested a second round, but with a gentleness and care that showed he wanted to make sure I was comfortable.

His tongue tenderly roamed the outside of my vulva, ensuring that all our combined goodness was cleaned up before he nuzzled my stomach, my chest, and then my neck. With an exhausted huff, he lay down next to me, a heaviness in his eyes that told me he was spent.

With a warm smile, I shuffled closer to him and gave small licks to his throat, the vulnerable area exposed to me with mutual trust.

It doesn't matter what you set your alarm's ringtone to. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is nicer to wake up to than the sounds of birds chirping in the trees, with the sun beating down on your scales and a big, strong drake wrapped around you.

His breathing wasn't as deep as it was when he was sleeping, but I think we were both content to lay there in the clearing for a little longer.

The sun was just above the treetops of the canopy when he licked my forehead and squeezed me in a tighter hug. We both knew that today would be the day we arrived at the end of his forest and the start of my world. Truthfully, I wasn't sure what to expect; I was not built to live in his rough, harsh environment, just as he was not made for my civilized world.

With a gentle squeeze of his tail and a long, drawn-out mumble, he began to stir and rolled to his feet. I remained laying on the ground, instantly missing the embrace of my protector. I watched as he stretched his body and yawned before giving me a lick between my horns that told me it was time.

As I stood up and stretched slowly, he lowered himself down, and I hopped back onto his back. While my paws were rested from my first day walking on the harsh forest floor, I think he just enjoyed our closeness.

We made slow progress, not because of any obstacles or difficult terrain, but because neither of us was in any rush for our time to end. Eventually, the trees became thinner and thinner, and I even caught sight of similar strange markings in the trees, warning trespassers to stay off my guardian's land.

I felt nervous, anxious even, as we came to the edge of the treeline. A few hundred feet of grassy fields separated the forest of his world from a main road where cars roared down. He stood there with me on his back, both of us content to stay in silence between two trees at the threshold of his domain and mine. Ahead, I could see the familiar buildings of the city I called home. With an easy hail of a passing car, I could be home in my apartment probably within the hour. Yet, when I finally hopped down from his shoulders, I wasn't sure.

He looked down at me and murmured something in a low voice. It was far from threatening, almost... I don't know, like he had so much more to say but knew I wouldn't understand. It was strange. I looked up at him and smiled, and he just looked back at me with his deep brown eyes. With a final deep grumble, he gave a final huff and turned to walk back into his forest.

I watched him disappear into the trees before I finally began to walk back to my old life. The grassy field felt strange beneath my paws, the lawn seemed unnatural, too even. I spotted a large sign advertising the land as an upcoming development from a company I knew. The familiar picture of a black male dragon with a white throat and belly stood proudly, his posture and markings looking like he was wearing a suit. Images of dragons lounging and relaxing. Each one a fictional setting to give promises that I knew would never be anything like what I had just experienced.

Looking back at the trees, I halted. Despite being in an empty lot, I found myself at a crossroads. My old life, my job, my bed, and my burdens in one direction, but freedom and the unknown in the other.

The midday sun beat down on my scales, with no shade of the trees or skyscrapers; it felt harsher than it normally did. Looking down at my mottled dark blue feet, I saw them dirty; my once pristine silvery-white scales that would shimmer in the sun seemed dull. But when I found myself walking, I realized it didn't matter. The idea of returning to my stable, safe routine made me speed up. My claws began to tear at the manicured lawn as I broke into a run towards my kind. I wanted this, I knew it now, I needed to be with him. To be free, to hunt with him, to see his mind face and explore his world. I knew I would be giving up the luxuries of my life, but now the idea of queueing at a supermarket seemed dull, muted and stale. Sure, I knew it would be hard but I also knew he could teach me to survive! Just like the dragons of old! Just like him!

Bounding into the treeline, I felt the refreshing cool of the tree's shadows wash over me, and I let out a primal roar, announcing my return to the world. I kept running, as hard as I could, into the sanctuary of the trees until my lungs burned.

Gasping for air, I slowed and came to a halt. The sounds of leaves rustling high above filled me with calm. Bird calls and noises from various wild animals filled my consciousness. Feeling the forest floor under my toes, I kneaded them gently, sensing the mush squeeze between my dainty paw pads.

The crack of a twig breaking made me snap my head around. I smiled when I saw the warm face of my new partner. As he approached, he gave me another tender lick on my forehead and smiled.

Side by side we delved deeper into the woods, our pace slow and relaxed as I ventured into my new life. Despite not sharing a language, I felt like I now understood him perfectly.