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Solinex stared at himself in the mirror. He clacked his mandibles, and his antennae - where a regular dragon would have horns - twitched in response. It wasn't fair, none of it was the slightest bit fair. In the last few days, just after coming of age, he had learned so many horrible truths about himself and his very existence. For everyone else, this was a wonderful time, full of discoveries and fantasies fulfilled, of beautiful lasting relationships and fleeting, ephemeral romance. Of mistakes made and consequences dealt with. And all that awaited Solinex, like it awaited all insectoid dragons, was death.

His breed, he'd been informed, at a grave serious meeting between teachers and his caretakers, would only ever mate once. And then, that was that. Once he had deposited is eggs - another little quirk of nature - inside a willing female, that'd be that. He would die as his body overloaded with pleasure. He had always known he was different. Mostly, he looked like a dragon, but there were the mandibles, the antennae, and the pseudo-abdomen he had instead of a tail, which contained his eggs, to be deposited through his cock. Still, functionally, he had been a dragon, until now that he was an adult and had begun to feel those urges everyone felt.

The way it actually worked - his role in life - was that his eggs would merge and hybridize with those of a regular female, awaiting fertilization by a third party. Some might've thought of it as parasitical, but such words weren't polite to use for other sapient beings, and overall, society was quite accepting of his kind. The school councilor had insisted that it was natural. There was nothing unusual about the males of his species dying after their first romance; it was simply the way things were, for better or worse. But Solinex didn't want to die. And, he hoped, neither did any of the other insectoids in his class. Maybe they'd just stick together, helping each other resist the temptations that'd lead to their ends.

He couldn't deny that there was some appeal to it, of course. He'd been informed that the pleasure his kin felt in that final moment as they continued their line was beyond the orgasms of every other creature on earth. Something truly divine to send them off to the afterlife. An afterlife, as his mother had once told him, would fulfill all the dreams that he didn't get to explore in his physical life. Now that he was old enough to hear it, they'd specified it a little bit. In the next world he'd get to mate as much as he could ever dream of.

But it felt like excuses, like weak fantasies meant to keep the fear of death at bay. It didn't matter how natural the act was, he was still not going to do it. It was deeply, thoroughly unfair, in a way that the rest of society's wrongs paled in comparison to. He had his whole _life_ahead of him. He had gathered up his friends while they were all still dealing with the shock of those revelations, and they'd all more or less promised each other that they'd not let it happen to them.

Easier said than done, of course. They weren't the only ones who were beginning to experience those kinds of desires. The females were, too, and the dragonesses - the full dragonesses with no insectoid traits of their own - happened to find Solinex' type irresistibly attractive. It was one of those cruel quirks of nature. He could, unlike most men, have just about any woman he wanted, but the first one he had would also be his last.

They'd written entire tragedies about that dynamic since the ancient days, but he'd only been allowed to see them recently, because for some godforsaken reason, society valued the insectoids' childhoods.

Only makes it hurt more when the bubble bursts, Solinex sighed, as he thumbed through one of the books. This one was about a couple from mismatched social strata. The male, an insectoid like himself from a poor area, and the female a true dragoness, rich beyond measure. In the book, he never hesitated at all; he knew his goal, to breed and then die, committing the ultimate sacrifice in the process. He would live on, the protagonist declared, through his offspring, and through their offspring in turn, effectively immortal both in this world and the next, where he'd eventually be reunited with his love.

It was her parents that were opposed to the idea, of letting her fall pregnant with a mere insectoid's hybrid eggs, especially when her chosen mate would no longer be able to provide for her once the deed was done, with many regular dragons rather reluctant to fertilize the hybridized eggs. The book, though, ended the way he expected it to, with a triumphant three-way mating and a crescendo of pleasure, celebrating the creation of new life in spite of the heavy price he had to pay.

No matter how many times he read through that book, Solinex just wasn't convinced. At the same time, though, what would a life with no carnal passions be? Was it a life at all?

It was in that inner turmoil, with a storm of melancholia and justified anger raging in his heart, that he was first approached by a dragoness, himself. A snow dragon, her scales a beautiful blinding white and her form as sleek and perfect as fresh snow. He'd never met her before; she went to a different school, and it was by pure luck - or perhaps misfortune - that they happened to meet on the street when he made his way home that evening. And she expressed a desire, a curiosity, a need to get to know him.

"You're beautiful," was how she had introduced herself. Then she had told him her name - Aniyu - and asked what he was doing that night. Because "I'd really love to get to know you a little."

"I- I can't- not right now," Solinex stuttered in response, though he was already spellbound by her violet eyes. The way they contrasted with the rest of her and the way they glittered, reflecting and refracting light."

It was rather to his personal disappointment that he didn't turn her away fully. Almost the opposite. He told her to ask later, once he had dealt with all that he was feeling, and even told her where he lived. That only postponed the temptation, and he'd need to confront it again later, and that in turn meant another opportunity for him to succumb, exactly the way he'd promised himself and his friends that he never would. Did she even know what she was asking, Solinex questioned. Does she know what'll happen?

She kept her distance, though, and respected his wishes for now. He received no more than the occasional message from the smitten dragoness, but she was willing to keep away until Solinex - or Sol, as she chose to call him - had gotten over his roughed-up emotional state.

Yet it wasn't long at all after that first awakening of his desires and the revelation of the consequences that indulgence would lead to, that the first of his three insectoid friends disappeared. There was no grand ceremony, no notice of loss, for most insectoid dragons did not consider the death of males a loss. It was simply nature; a good ending in pleasure rather than growing old and weak as other species did.

He just stopped coming to class soon after one of the dragonesses flirted with him. And after that, she was soon pregnant with eggs, offering only a somewhat enigmatic smile as to their origins. The three remaining insectoid drakes knew fully well whose eggs they were. Who had fertilized them, they didn't know, but neither did it matter.

"I can't believe he'd do that," Sol moaned. He wore his new name with pride, even if he would never mate with the dragoness who had given it to him. "We swore not to."

"Well, maybe it's not that bad. Look at the world around us," his friend replied as they talked about the lost fourth. "He's probably happier, having done his duty and joined the eternal rut."

It wasn't tradition, perhaps, but the three held a little vigil for their friend.

"At least," Sol sighed, looking at the singular candle they lit. "If either of you also want to... leave, tell me first."

"I'll do better than that," the older - if only by a few weeks - of his friends, named Sazhar, laughed. "I'll let you watch."

The proposal was morbid. And yet, Sol couldn't quite say no either. In fact, he felt his body heat up again at the thought of being allowed to watch a proper mating. Had he been of any other species, he'd have been raging hard, but for his kind, it was a conscious choice. He would never do it, but at the same, he could certainly watch. Couldn't he?

His other friend nodded noncommittally. Sol got the impression that he'd already found a partner that he wanted to... _sacrifice_himself for, and the thought only made him sadder. Only a few months ago, they'd all agreed that they were going to live. Now, things were already different as adulthood and its lusts warped their perspectives, slowly but surely. Sol, too, toyed with the thought. He imagined the pleasure he might feel, pumping his eggs into a willing partner. Final, mind-shattering ecstasy of the purest kind. Then the part that scared him. He'd cease to be. There would be nothing more, unless the vague theories of an afterlife were true, that they'd all meet again somewhere else, beyond the veil, where they could have as much sex as they wanted.

For a few weeks, life continued as usual. Sol was, naturally, often distracted by thoughts of sex. If he had been of any other species, he thought - with some sorrow - he would've been chasing women already, eager to mount them. But such joys wouldn't be for him.

He didn't even dare to masturbate. They'd told him that it was okay, that his body automatically recognized if he was with a partner or simply pleasuring himself, but the young drake didn't dare to trust that. As such, he tried banishing all thoughts of romance from his mind.

Until his other friend stopped showing, too.

For this one, nobody even knew if he'd met someone, but he was away from class for a day, then two, eventually a whole week. Sol and Saz concluded that he wouldn't be returning. And once again they met to hold a little vigil.

"Frankly, it can't be that terrible," Saz mused. "Maybe we're thinking of it wrong. Maybe we should celebrate the ones who pass on."

"What do you mean?" Sol scoffed. "They've left us. They're _dead._What's there to celebrate?"

"No, I just mean, imagine if an astronaut made it to a whole new planet? They'd never be coming back either, but it'd still be an accomplishment. We'd remember them forever," Saz explained, expanding on his thinking. "Maybe it really is nothing to fear."

"Are you just saying that because you want to see how it feels?" Sol asked. He had tried, but he couldn't adopt the strangely casual attitude towards his end and presumable nonexistence that his friend held.

"As if you don't," Saz grinned. His mandibles clacked. "I've seen you staring at that snow-dragoness. I bet she'd eagerly accept your eggs. And you sure look like you need to put them inside someone," he continued, breaking down into laughter that sounded a little nervous despite his self-sure behavior.

"Well yes, I do," Sol sighed, his head drooping. "She's beautiful. But I mean, I wouldn't be able to support her or anything. And I... well, you know the rest. I want to live."

"Mhm," Saz hummed. He looked at Sol, briefly. "I've had some express interest in me, too."

"You're going to leave me, too?" Sol whimpered.

"I don't know yet. And that's the wrong way to think about it," the other dragon repeated. "But I'll let you know, at least. You should give that dragoness - Aniyu, was it? - a chance, too. I mean, what if you end up regretting not being with her? You shouldn't deny yourself romance even if you don't want to actually mount her."

Sol wanted to protest, but it was a good point. At the same time, his heart soared at the thought of getting to meet the beautiful snow-white dragoness again. And she wouldn't force him to do anything at all, he reasoned. Maybe they could be friends even if they never mated. A platonic romance, maybe. Granted, there was a risk present regardless. Romance often did lead to sex, and that'd be that for him. Still, he was smitten, and as most young adults going through a crush, he agreed despite his own reservations, and the next time he ran into her - which happened every now and then on his way to classes - he told her that he wanted to meet somewhere different.

She replied with a broad, toothy smile, and the promise that she'd set everything up. They'd meet at the beach and then have dinner together. Dragonesses were like that; always in control, always organizing everything. And before Sol could ask, she was already clarifying - "No, just a date. No sex, unless you change your mind and really want to."

Having her so respectful of his current boundaries made Sol feel better, amazing even. His stomach felt like it was full of butterflies the whole following day as he waited for their date. While preparing for it, Sol took a moment to really examine himself, every part of his hybrid body. He'd never really thought much of his pseudo-abdomen. It looked rather obscene, now, knowing what it was for, but as he ran his fingers over the chitin-clad surface, Sol couldn't help but shiver. He was so sensitive, as if his whole body was already preparing for the inevitable. The muscles in that false abdomen twitched, and at the same time, he realized he was growing aroused again. Insectoids didn't get hard unless they wanted to, but he was staring to drip.

He looked at his cock, too, tensing the muscles that made it swell and poke out of his slit. He'd never really examined himself before, not like this. It was considered improper. But as he traced his clawed fingers over his long, smooth shaft, he couldn't help but shiver with pleasure. The tip of the prehensile thing was meant to gently pry a female open, to bury itself in her very womb to plant his eggs, and imagining himself doing so made a clear liquid drip from the exposed slit at the top.

There was, certainly, no denying that his body wanted it. That was probably how it'd been for his two lost friends, too. They'd wanted it, and not recognized what the consequences would be. Either that, or they just hadn't cared. Or maybe they'd even accepted it, though Sol couldn't understand how. Still, just this once he was going to throw caution to the wind and hear what the dragoness had to say.

They met at the beach just as the sun was beginning to set. Many assumed that a dragon wouldn't really appreciate a beach the way mammals did, owing to the thick and protective scales, but the sheer excitement of the moment had Sol so sensitive that he could feel the warm sand around his toes in exquisite detail. The briny fragrance of the sea mingled beautifully with whatever floral scent Aniyu was wearing, and the setting sun's warming rays once again left her scales almost painful to look at.

Neither said much. The moment was perfect, almost magical, and they walked side by side as the sun slowly set, leaving their shadows longer and longer. The waves quietly lapped the sand, and later on as they kept moving along the beach, the rocks. Sol had never felt quite so at peace, and instinctively he moved a little closer to Aniyu, until he could feel the radiant heat of her body, though not so close that they'd actually touch. He was worried about how he'd react, if they did.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" she asked, once they sat down to simply stare out over the still oceans. "I come here to just think, sometimes."

"About what?" Sol asked, himself thinking about how if Aniyu were to curl up in the sand, she might look like an enormous oyster. Not as much to amuse himself, as to avoid thinking of how he wanted to feel her against him; to explore every last inch of her body. He felt the desire loud and clear.

It was suddenly very easy to understand why his friends had done it. Everything felt so final and complete when he was near Aniyu, despite only having spent a day with her. Had he fully surrendered to the moment, that'd be the end of it. But his mind was stronger than that.

"You know, we all die one day," she eventually murmured, carefully leaning her head against Sol's.

That was all it took to ruin the moment. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sol asked, pulling his head away from her, his voice dropping into a low growl at the same time.

"No, sorry, I don't mean like... that. I just mean you're worried about dying, right?" Aniyu asked. She had a thoughtful look in her eyes.

"Yeah?" Sol replied. His claws left little furrows in the sand that quickly filled with water in his frustration.

"Well, everyone does, right? I'm not going to live forever either," she sighed, slowly trailing off. "I'm sorry if I upset you."

It was a question that Sol had gone through several times in his mind already. Yes, everyone had to face what he was facing now, one day. But they got to experience much, much more before then. They got to explore the full, beautiful extent of life, of romance, of sex. He would not. Either it'd all be over quickly, or an entire piece would be forever missing from his life.

"It's not the same," he managed to summarize.

"Of course, of course," Aniyu whispered. "But maybe it's just as good."

Sol glanced at her through narrowed eyes.

"Well, death is going to suck a lot more for everyone else. When I die, one day, it'll be painful. I'll be old, weak, and barely remember anything," she explained, steeling herself to prepare for whatever Sol's reaction might be. "Whereas you, if you want, can get carried away by pleasure into the next life, or whatever. Like it's a blessing to spare you what others have to suffer through. Whereas..."

She gingerly raised a talon-clawed paw to touch Sol's side. Her intense warmth almost washed all the offense away, and he found himself almost agreeing with her. Almost.

"...for you it's a reward for accomplishing your purpose. You _have_a purpose. That's something beautiful, and whoever ends up receiving your eggs," she paused, and then leaned against Sol's side again. This time he didn't pull away. "Well, you'll change their life forever. It's like an act of... well, sacrifice. Devoting all of yourself to them."

Sol couldn't help but scoff, again. "If that's romantic to you-"

"-it is, though, isn't it? Romantic doesn't mean there's no tragedy, too," Aniyu replied, interrupting him.

It was something to think about, at least for a little while, as the pair watched the setting sun light up the ocean surface like a dragon's hoard, covered in sparkles of light that might as well have been diamonds. There was, as always, something intensely relaxing and beautiful about the sight. Something almost ethereal that they could only watch quietly, soaking in the ambience, as well as each other's presence. Eventually, the sun disappeared behind the horizon, leaving the world lit in red for a few more moments.

The dragoness twitched. She had dozed off for a few moments, leaning against Sol. "We should probably go have that dinner," she whispered, realizing the sun had already set.

Not much was said while they ate. She'd ordered them both rich, rare steaks. Expensive, but true dragons were almost always well off. In modern days, their hoards grew without any need to plunder. Both were lost in thought until the very last bites of their respective meals. And then, both spoke at once.

"I like you but-"

"-you don't have to-"

Sol drew a deep breath that whistled between his mandibles.

"What I mean to say is I'd love to be with you," he said, as he exhaled. "But I don't know if..."

"And I like I said, you don't have to. Only once and if you're comfortable with it," Aniyu reinforced. She leaned over the table to brush her scaly snout against Sol's.

Never before had Sol felt quite so conflicted about what he wanted. Well, perhaps conflict wasn't quite the right word; what he wanted was, desperately, to pounce the dragoness, to lock his mandibles around her neck, and pound into her - he could only imagine how good it'd feel - until he had pumped every last egg deep into her thirsty womb. Every little touch of her body made that yearning hunger worse, and as they finally stood up again, she made sure to walk ahead of him with her tail raised, leaving him staring directly at that alluring slit under her tail.

That part was deliberate. She wouldn't force_him, but she'd never said anything about teasing, and by the gods, did it ever work. Sol was agonizingly aware of how badly he wanted her, and how easy it'd be to just let himself get hard and mount her, right then and there. He was even _more aware of her scent. Not the intoxicating floral and perfume-boosted fragrance. No, something far more intimate, something that quickened his breath and made his heart beat faster as his body prepared to surrender to her fully.

But Aniyu didn't let that happen. She had drawn a line, after all, and she'd respect it. No matter how horny she got. When they reached her home again, she planted an affectionate little kiss on Sol's snout, and then the two reluctantly went their separate ways, already planning their next meeting.

He was left feeling so energized that he barely slept at all that night, fighting the urge to grind against his bed lest he accidentally orgasm and die. He still couldn't be sure that wouldn't happen. But if he were to ever reach that fateful climax, Sol had made up his mind; it'd be with Aniyu.

The next day brought with it a different surprise. An unwelcome but no less titillating one, when he met up with Sazhar; the only remaining insectoid dragon out of the ones he'd grown up with, who he had played and bonded with as a whelp. He brought exactly the news that Sol had never wanted to hear.

"I'm gonna do it, I think," he grinned. "As in, breed her."

He had been dating another dragoness. Sol didn't know her name, but her scales were a fiery red.

Instantly, Sol was heading downwards on the constant rollercoaster his emotions had become ever since the dreadful day of revelation. He felt his eyes water and had to fight back the tears. But there'd be no convincing him. As much as Sol wanted to keep his friends around, he couldn't impinge on their decisions any more than they could on his.

"I'll miss you," he choked out.

"Aw, but I'm not even gone yet! And we're gonna see each other again anyway, in the next life," Saz beamed. "And hey, I've not forgotten what I said either. You can totally watch if you want to. She likes the idea."

And there it was again, lust in the throes of sorrow and loss. He wanted to say so many things. About how nobody knew if an afterlife even existed, especially for a discardable thing like insectoid dragons that even nature didn't bother keeping around. About how what Saz wanted to do was no better than a bunny feeding itself to a lion in the hopes of its sacrifice being remembered. But he said nothing. His vocal cords felt stiff, almost paralyzed. And Sazhar looked so happy with his decision.

"When?" Sol asked.

"Well, she wanted me tonight," Saz answered. "So tonight. Well, you're looking pretty glum. You should just do it too, if you ask me. I mean, it's our whole purpose. We're lucky like that. Nobody else knows what their life's meant to accomplish. We do. It's a blessing."

Cliched and standard as it was, that thought still gave Sol some pause. Saz wasn't wrong in that most people seemed to struggle to find a purpose in life, a grander design to which they could devote themselves. Maybe he was right. Maybe that was all there was to it. Maybe it was something beautiful, rather than something to be feared. Something natural and wonderful, like a flower wilting after it had bloomed and grown heavy with seeds.

Sol resolved to at least watch it happen, so he could make his own judgment, and sure enough, that night they all met at a hotel. The nicer kind, with personal service, aged and highly regarded wine, a four-star restaurant, and sheets made of real silk, that'd cost either Saz or his new partner a lot of money to get a room in. But money wouldn't matter to him after this, and to her, it probably never had mattered to begin with.

The red dragoness he had chosen lacked all of the arrogance typical of her kind. Instead, she was rather understanding about it all. She greeted Sol cordially before all three of them entered the bedroom.

"Well, I'll... see you one day, I guess," Sol told his friend, and sat down at the foot of the bed.

"Yeah. I'm glad you're here for this," he replied, smiling his typical smile again. "Nobody else I'd rather have. And I hope it'll help you make up your own mind. Now, I think I have a dragoness to breed..."

The last few words came out as a lusty snarl. The dragoness was already on all fours on the silk sheets, her dripping wet slit on full display. The position looked so beautifully natural and inviting that Sol found himself struggling to resist even if it wasn't meant for him. Certainly, he imagined it. And Saz looked amazing, too; fully hard, now, his cock was long enough to reach between his forelegs. Thankfully, the dragoness was larger, enough so that she could probably take it all. Just like Aniyu, Sol noted. He was about the same size, though he'd never really measured it. Mostly because he didn't want to think about it.

Sazhar smiled at him one last time before doing what his whole body - his entire nature - was screaming at him to do. He mounted his dragoness from behind, making sure that Sol could see every slick inch of his cock as it pushed into her soaked sex effortlessly. And as it did, he gasped with pleasure.

"F-fuck, I... totally worth... it," he panted, a rivulet of drool hanging from the side of his mouth as he thrust himself deeper and deeper, relishing the sensation of that tight warm heat engulfing him. From how his friend's expression looked, with glassy eyes and a vapid broad smile on panting muzzle, Sol didn't doubt that it felt exactly as good as he claimed. It was, though, beautiful to see her sex stretch as inch after inch pushed into her. That means Aniyu could handle you, too.

He was still sad knowing that this would be the last time he ever saw his friend. But at the same time, that feeling was starting to give way, like the clouds after rain: if there was any way to leave this world behind, the rapturous ecstasy Saz was only beginning to feel was surely it.

His hips began to move with natural, even genetic instinct, honed by millions of years of evolution. "Gotta... try," he slurred, with the dragoness purring approvingly beneath him, her tail curling around his pseudo-abdomen - full of the eggs that'd soon be inside her to grow and then be raised as his legacy - and squeezed it lovingly, which seemed to push Saz even higher in his sexual ecstasy. His antennae twitched as he leaned down to rest them against his mate's forehead while pounding into her like an animal in rut.

Sol watched them, enraptured and perhaps even spellbound. It looked incredibly beautiful. Both were visibly taken, possessed by pleasure, and each motion seemed to be utterly confident and natural. In reality, of course, Saz was a little clumsy, what with it being his first time and all, but the dragoness was new too, so to her, it seemed like the best thing she could even imagine. A puff of fire left her nostrils - thankfully, the hotel room was mostly dragon-proof - as she tried to hold back the wall-shaking roars of pleasure out of respect for the other guests.

There really was no pain at all, or if there was, Sol couldn't see it. The rutting was sounding incredibly wet, now, with the dragoness having soaked half the bed and his friend's smooth cock prying her open, far deeper than a normal dragon's could.

Sol was utterly fixated on the display unfolding before him. She squawked when it happened, and the lovers shuddered in unison. Saz's egg-filled body tensed, twitched, and contracted, especially the false, insectoid abdomen. His expression was one of unbridled joy, with his eyes unfocused and barely able to breathe out as much as a single word as he reached his final peak. Sol saw the base of his cock bulge, and the bulge then disappeared into his lover, who was visibly milking him in orgasmic clenches and spasms. Saz's eyes rolled back in his skull and then fell shut as he choked out some inarticulate moans of pleasure, and that moment went on for what felt like half an hour.

Half an hour of all-consuming ecstasy, from how it looked. By the end of it, the red dragoness was visibly bloated, looking a few months pregnant. Sol could feel his lust leaking form his slit, even if he wasn't erect. Instead, he was caressing his own false-abdomen, squeezing it gently each time he saw Saz twitch.

For a few more minutes, he kept thrusting and tensing, barely breathing at all. And then, his friend went limp, collapsing atop his lover as some part of his body gave out, if it hadn't already. Heart, mind, Sol didn't know, but it was accompanied by a sigh of blissful relief. He knew, without a doubt in his heart, that Saz had just passed on and left for whatever afterlife might await him. He fell, bonelessly, off the dragoness and a few last oval eggs left his cock, falling onto the bed rather than inside his lover. A shame, perhaps, but something Sol would remember if he ever did the same.

"I'll remember him. Forever," the red dragoness whispered, quietly, turning around to cradle Saz's limb body against herself with a blissful smile on her face.

Indeed, she would remember him. Throughout her pregnancy, and then as she raised his offspring. Sol would remember him too, but right now, with his sudden loneliness sinking in, he quickly left the room, and then the hotel itself, to process everything he'd just seen. But the image had seared itself into his mind, regardless. Despite how Sol had originally felt or how he had suspected he'd react, watching his last friend sacrifice himself for a future generation hadn't seemed wrong at all. Rather the opposite.

Fantasizing of finally doing it himself set his heart aflutter with excitement. Not just do it, but do it with Aniyu. Someone who would appreciate it. Someone worth giving all of himself to. But was he just lying to himself, desperately trying to somehow justify what he wanted to do? Sol realized this wasn't something he could think and reason his way through alone. He walked all the way to Aniyu's home. She'd know.

"I want to breed you," he immediately admitted, breathlessly, when Aniyu met him. And then, he instantly wished he could've taken those words back. Everything was happening too fast, as if he was being piloted through it all by... what? His own subconscious? A demon, concerned only with bringing about his demise?

Her expression was amusement that quickly faded into a strange mixture of arousal and confusion. "Are you- what happened? Why did you-" she stuttered, concern working itself into the already rich mélange of emotions. "How'd you decide on that so quickly? I mean, not that I'd say no, I want you to, too, just... are you alright?"

"I- I'm okay," Sol replied, his voice trembling. They headed inside. "I think I'm okay."

"Okay. Well, just take a deep breath. And then tell me," she told the insectoid drake, and laid down on the same pile of blankets and pillows she'd been on earlier. Dragons had little use for beds or couches, but everyone liked having something soft to rest their heads on.

Sol hesitated only briefly before he curled up with the dragoness. Feeling her body against his own, even just like this, was outright magical. It soothed him in ways he could scarcely even believe. Soothed and, well, did what such touches would do to any young man.

"I just watched my last friend do it," he finally said. "I'm the only one left."

"That's... interesting," she rumbled, slowly and gently sliding a hand along Sol's egg-filled pseudo-abdomen. "What did it feel like? To watch, I mean? Did it make you want to do it, too?"

"Yeah," Sol admitted. "It was beautiful. And I do want to. But only if it's with you. Because I know you'll remember me. And I know you'll take good care of our offspring."

She replied to that last trembling line of his only with a deep, rumbling purr that was followed by words much, much later. "I'd be honored to receive your eggs."

Her paws slipped over his belly, now. They teased at his already damp slit, her soft digits tracing the full length of it, but not yet daring to dip inside. "Show me," she whispered. "Show me everything you are, my beautiful mate."

Sol did. He tensed the muscles in his groin, the ones that made his cock swell, and in a heartbeat, his shaft was already peeking out, stiffening and growing with each heartbeat. This was the first time anyone else had ever seen it; briefly, the insectoid worried that Aniyu might find that part of him disgusting, but her reaction was rather the opposite. A quiet intake of breath, as she admired the sight of his ovipositor-cock hardening and preparing to accomplish its only duty. It was deep, crimson red, and as she reached to touch it, it contrasted with her white scales like a rose with snow.

"You're beautiful," she murmured. And then, a pair of her digits wrapped around him and squeezed, nearly sending Sol into paroxysms right then and there. He throbbed heavily in her grasp, his preseed oozing from his tip and coating the dragoness' hand. This was very unlike the almost bestial mating that he had witnessed earlier. It was pure and romantic, and it didn't matter that the climax was inevitably going to be as carnal as Sazhar's final moments. There was a deeper meaning to it. A willingness to share, to give each other everything.

To him, her womb. And to her, his all.

"If I... if I pass before I'm done," Sol murmured, "Please... just keep me inside you. And squeeze the last few eggs out if you have to."

He naturally fell to his side as Aniyu continued exploring his body, humming in lusty, happy agreement. She caressed his swollen cock and his abdomen, filled with eggs yet. Sol felt almost painfully needy, the pressure inside him quickly growing unbearable and needing, demanding_relief. Yet this was the only time he'd _ever do this. He wanted to enjoy the buildup, and he wanted to fully know his mate before the act itself. And so, he did, burying his nose between her legs and under her tail, deeply inhaling her heady, feminine scent.

She smelled receptive and needy, like a flower just blossoming in early spring, having pierced the remainder of last winter's snow. The pheromone-soaked scent nearly made Sol's mind short circuit. The outlines of his vision trembled as his erection was suddenly entirely involuntary, his subconscious mind taking over to let the insectoid concentrate on his lover. He tasted her, careful to avoid letting his mandibles as much as graze her beautiful scales as he drank of her nectar with each probing lap of his tongue. She was so very soft, so wet and so wonderful it was indescribable, and his tongue delved deeper into that silken slit with each thirsty lick, feeling Aniyu clench and squeeze around him and leak even more of her own honeyed flavor over Sol's tongue and muzzle, and into his mouth. He swallowed greedily.

Yet, with each lick, his desire to fuck her properly only grew and grew, from a spark to a wildfire that he couldn't even dream of controlling. Soon, she was begging for it too, in deep, breathy tones, each one like a prayer for Sol to fill her with his eggs. And as his tongue withdrew from her incredible warmth, she immediately shifted into position for him.

Throwing caution to the wind was exhilarating. Surrendering to his biological urges even more so; like a drug, it made his head swim and his body tingle all over. Sensations he'd never felt before surged up his spine as Aniyu presented herself in one leisurely, almost feline motion that had her bow down, her upper body resting against the blankets, while her hindquarters remained high with her tail sensually curling to the side to fully bare herself to him. To offer all of herself, just as he was about to. The only difference was that for him, it was truly everything. Still, he didn't mind. He finally understood why others of his kind were so fine with sacrificing themselves like this.

This was it, Sol realized as he stared at Aniyu's beautiful draconic slit. The culmination of his life. The grand sacrifice that he had been born to make. No longer did he feel afraid, and no longer did he doubt it. With a chittering growl, he leapt on top of his lover, gripping her hips tightly as his own began to thrust without him even needing to think about it. That was the last brief moment when he still had a chance to stop. Had he chosen to, Aniyu would've let him. Yet, he didn't, and then, on a blind buck of his hips, his tapered cock caught in the dragoness' drooling slit. The sensation was like lightning, immediately threatening to overload his mind with pleasure. Time almost seemed to slow down as he sank into the fateful heat, inch by inch, his prehensile cock straining against her soft-as-silk inner walls to take in every intimate detail.

Then the intimate moment was over and a whole different one began. Sol already felt his vision blur and swim as he started to properly _rut_into his new mate, driving himself into her hard. With each jagged thrust, his prehensile shaft explored her further, finding her cervix and then the entrance of it, too. It was all instinctive, soaked in ecstasy, and the room was filled with nothing except the wet sound of his shaft sliding into Aniyu again and again, and the clap of soaked scales.

"Y-yes, ooh, gods yes," the dragoness groaned. Sol was a clumsy lover; his rhythm was sharp and uncoordinated, and she couldn't blame him; it was his first and only time, after all. But to her, it only made it better, somehow. Her heart swelled with adoration for his enthusiastic pounding, his enchanted groans and moans at the feeling of a real pussy clenching, rippling, and spasming around him.

"I love you," he huffed. "I love you so much."

He tried to focus, wanting to make Aniyu climax before him, or at least with him, but he had no conscious idea of what he was doing. His body was moved purely by ancient instinct, his claws digging into the floor as he fought for leverage to jab his ovipositor-cock even deeper into the dragoness. She squirmed when his tip lodged itself just at the gates of her womb, slowly, slowly prying her open. It'd never be a comfortable sensation, but thankfully for the two new lovers, pleasure readily washed all the discomfort away.

She had dreamt of this for a while, ever since she first learned about the insectoid drakes. She'd spent weeks masturbating to the thought of someone really offering all they had and were to her in a true act of sacrifice, and all the passionate, enthusiastic rutting that it'd entail. And Sol? Sol delivered in spades. Her legs felt like jelly, her slit felt like a white-hot glow of pleasure under her tail, and all she could do was drool into her pillows as Sol continued his rough, reflexive mating. She could feel him twitch inside her, heralding that he'd soon deposit all of his eggs inside her.

And then she'd be a mother.

That excited her almost more than even the earth-shattering, wet pleasure that she was swallowed up by. She'd get fertilized, then incubate and then raise them all, and they'd be as much her as they were him, with how insectoid drakes functioned. Each lurch of his cock brought that moment closer, each jerk a reminder of her soon-to-be maternity. And this moment, this single night of utter all-consuming and fiery passion would sear itself into her memory forever, probably leaving her dripping like a faucet anytime someone looked at her swollen belly.

"I'm- I'm almost there," Sol grunted. His mandibles locked, softly, around Aniyu's neck, and he drooled over her scales. "P-please take... my... eggs."

He could barely form words at all. His heart was beating to a jackhammer rhythm, and all the energy he had left felt like it was concentrated in the mating; in his legs, haunches, and cock, with blood draining from both his mind and tongue.

"I will, I will! Oh, Sol..." she groaned, only half coherent herself. Yet she was present enough to feel exactly when Sol's orgasm began.

He tightened his grip on her, both around her waist and neck, and drove himself as deep as he could. And then, there was heaven. He throbbed inside her, his entire body tensing, relaxing, and contracting again as he came, planting the first few eggs inside her in a long, ecstatic spasm. Sol's eyes screwed shut as utter euphoria washed over him. The pleasure scorched and seared through his entire body, the growing emptiness of his pseudo-abdomen even more blissful than the constant spasming as egg after egg pulsed through his shaft, deposited directly into Aniyu's warm, welcoming womb.

And then, arching her back and letting out a joyful roar, she was cumming too. It only added to the ecstasy, how her slick sex suddenly caressed his throbbing length in reciprocal pleasure, thanking him most physically for each warm egg that she received. For a heartbeat, she was almost worried this might be it for her, too. The pleasure, along with the immense satisfaction of sating the hunger that'd been growing inside her was such that she struggled to remain upright at all. Yet, she did so with sheer willpower, desperately hungry to receive all that Sol was giving her. She kept her soaked entrance pushed snugly against the very base of his slit, rejoicing with each egg-bulge that travelled down his shaft. They felt warm, even warmer than the rest of the insectoid's climaxing body.

For that brief moment between when his climax began, and when it would end - and him along with it - was the purest glimpse of paradise for Sol. It felt like his very life was being drained from him, but in the best of ways. The sensation of Aniyu eagerly milking him dry of eggs was indescribable, breathtaking, as if he was already in the paradise that perhaps awaited him.

Or perhaps it was nothing. He didn't care, though. Less and less articulate with each passing moment, the insectoid drake clumsily thrust himself deeper and deeper into Aniyu's body and womb. He felt so very light, like he could've floated away, every nerve in his body on the verge of burning out with pleasure. He felt almost empty, now, and with the emptiness, free. Accomplished. As if he'd completed some monumental task.

Aniyu screeched with draconic ecstasy as she came again, her juices splattering over Sol's loins, and her body milking him even more firmly in her second climax, constricting around him like a vice of pleasure. One more egg, two, three. And then he felt no more coming - wait, one last egg was being carried along by his twitching cock - one...

"N-nhf- please... take..." he begged, voice strangled and tongue barely responding at all. The last throb of his orgasm was blinding. Suddenly he saw nothing at all anymore, either. The last egg that he could feel pushed out of his cock, through the distended tip, and came to rest securely in Aniyu's loving womb. His mate's womb. Exactly where it belonged. Sol felt as if he was floating, and then he realized that everything was gone. Stillness over pleasure. A quietness where he previously heard his own heartbeat. Nothing but peace, at least for that transitional moment.

And just like that, he was gone, whisked away to whatever existence - void or blissful afterlife - that awaited him by a tidal wave of pleasure. Sol's heart grew still, his body utterly exhausted and with no more purpose. He had finished what all of his kin had evolved to accomplish, and that was all there was to it. The last sound to leave his mouth was a deeply satisfied sigh. He was happy, his mission in life completed, and with it, his life was completed too.

Aniyu pressed herself tightly against him. A tear fell from the corner of her eye, but she remembered his last request well. To make sure nothing remained inside him. The dragoness was happy to oblige, reaching to massage her lover's still-twitching egg-tail to help any eggs that he hadn't managed to deposit make their way into her. With how numb her many orgasms had left her, she didn't quite know - barely noticing a few more eggs that'd otherwise have been wasted push into her womb aided by her massaging hands - but kept rubbing her expired lover until he felt empty. All of that cargo of new life was bloating her womb, and she was in a sort of heavenly, melancholy state of blissfulness. Every now and then, she could feel his dying muscles twitch again, perhaps putting another egg in her. She just didn't want a single one to be spilled, even if most of an insectoid dragon's eggs would never hatch. The one lost could be one of the ones that would've.

Even if their time together had been brief, it'd been deeply meaningful, and some part of Sol would always live on within her. It wasn't without some sorrow, but that sorrow was much the same as that of seeing the summer end and nature wither into fall. It was natural, beautiful, and inevitable. There'd be time to mourn later, though. The pleasure left her unable to care too much about her virgin lover, who was still hard inside her, filling her even past any conscious processes.

She kept Sol snuggled up to her throughout the night, softly grinding against him and milking his still stiff cock into her, ensuring that his body would remain warm and comfortable until his spirit, if one existed, had found its next home. At some point, she fell asleep with him safely cradled against her warm scales. Over time, those twitching spasms of his muscles faded into a relaxed limpness, and she finally said her goodbyes.

"I love you, Sol," Aniyu whispered, before letting him slip from her egg-heavy body, already thinking of finding a regular draconic male to fertilize her now-hybridized eggs. She owed Sol as much, and more than anything, she wanted it.