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This was a request I had a while back from ShireonTherin and I finally got it completed. Sorry it took so long, but the character was actually a lot harder to work with than I thought it was going to be. Anyway I hope you like it. Comment if there are any outstanding mistakes or if you just really enjoyed it.

Cyril and whatever else are property of their respect owners. I do not own them. If you are under 18 or whatever the legal age limit is, please do not read. Thank You.

Heavy rain beat down upon the city of Warfang. Lightning streaked across the night sky. The streets were empty, as the inhabitants sheltered themselves from the chilling downpour. The ice guardian stood underneath an awning coming off from a nearby building. His eyes glared across the street at the dimly illuminated sign. The faded writing read 'The Drunken Dragon.' Underneath the letters was a crudely carved image of a grinning dragon. Cyril's lip curled back in disgust at the complete lack of upkeep to the tavern's entryway. He couldn't believe that this was the only restaurant in this section of the city. Where he normally dined was located almost on the opposite side of Warfang, which was too far to walk in the rain. He could fly, but his own personal fear of lightning kept him grounded. Cyril considered turning around and returning home. He'd rather not associate himself with such a place. A loud growl issued from his stomach and he placed a forepaw on his belly. He hadn't eaten all day, however, and he wasn't going to find anywhere else before they started closing up shop. With a few mumbled words to reassure himself, he stepped into the rain.

The door swung open with a loud creak and his senses were assaulted by a heavy odor. The entire tavern smelt of mead and roasted meats. The dragons inside were loud and boisterous. Hardy laughs echoed from all corners of the room. A fire dragoness greeted him cheerily and led him to a table through the crowd. She flowed seamlessly through the many dragons, while the guardian did his best not to collide with anyone. After showing him where he could sit, she dropped a menu onto the table and wandered off. Cyril sat and fingered through the few pages, glancing disdainfully at the small selection. Nothing he read appealed to him, but he had to order something. It wasn't long until the young dragoness returned to take his order. She waited patiently for him to pick something, throwing out a suggestion at the undecided look on his face. He agreed and she left again to retrieve his meal. While he waited, Cyril quietly observed those around him.

'The Drunken Dragon' was a fitting name for the small tavern. Most of the patrons swayed where they stood or leaned on each other for support, having had too much of the local brew. He spotted several ice dragons among them. The guardian was appalled by their behavior. They showed no recognition or respect for the ancient and powerful ancestry that they shared. He almost felt like giving them a piece of his mind, but figured it wouldn't do much good. They probably wouldn't remember him when they woke up tomorrow.

A while passed before the fire dragoness returned with his meal. She set it on the table and wished him a pleasant dinner. He thanked her and stared down at his food. The slab of meat was rather unattractive, as though they simply just threw it onto the plate. He was reluctant to eat something so unappealing, but the smell and his hunger urged him on. He took a small bite and chewed slowly to test the food. Cyril was surprised to find that the meat was quite delicious. The juices that expelled from the tender flesh were exquisite. He began to devour his meal, upholding proper manners of course.

Soon the guardian was down to his last bite. He felt remorseful the food was gone, but his stomach was filled contentedly. Tasting the food began to stir his curiosity over the drinks found in nearly every dragons possession. When the young dragoness came to collect his empty plate, he asked if she would bring him a glass. She was delighted and hurriedly returned, bringing with her a large mug. Cyril felt slightly intimidated. He hadn't been expecting her to bring him quite so much. Carefully lifting the near overflowing glass to his muzzle, he took a small sip. Just as before the ice guardian was surprised by how good it tasted. He finished off the rest quickly and requested another. This one he took his time with. No matter how good the drink tasted, he wouldn't allow himself to over indulge.

Things began to settle in the tavern. Most of the dragons had filed out and they began closing. Cyril was close to the bottom of his third glass and then planned on leaving himself. The door creaked open suddenly and a dragon walked in. The guardian felt his pulse stop. It was an electric dragoness. Not only that, but she must have been the most beautiful female he had ever seen. She was thin and sleek, with gorgeous blue highlights. They flowed gracefully with the curves of her body. Not so abrupt like Volteer's. Her eyes were the most striking feature, however. Blood red irises contrasted brilliantly with her yellow hide. Cyril almost shuddered when they passed over him.

She made her way over to the bar and smiled at the dragon behind the counter. They exchanged a few words and the barkeep disappeared into the back room. Cyril watched as an earth dragon walked over and tried to make his move on the yellow dragoness. A few moments later the same dragon trudged away, hanging his head in wounded pride. The ice guardian was glad to see that she wasn't interested in barroom riffraff. He stood from his table and made his way toward her. Perhaps he could offer her a partner a little more sophisticated.

"Good evening," he said, walking up behind the yellow dragoness. She turned and quickly looked the ice dragon up and down. Cyril was sure he had to be quite the sight in a place like this.

"Hi," she responded, rather unenthusiastically.

"My name is Cyril," he declared, puffing out his chest. "You may have heard of me before."

She turned back to the bar, waiting for the bartender to return. "Doesn't ring any bells."

"Oh," Cyril was slightly taken aback. How could she have never heard of him? Trying a different approach, he focused on her. "I have to say I was surprised to see a dragoness as beautiful as you in a place like this."

"Mm Hmm."

He frowned at how little of a reaction he got from the compliment. "I myself rarely associate with dragons that have so little class." A loud burp echoed from across the room, verifying his point.

"Oh, I'm sure that you don't," she said, sarcastically.

Cyril realized how quickly that he was striking out with this dragoness. He needed to think of something else and quick. "Might I ask what your name is?"

She glanced at him skeptically. "And why would you want to know that?"

The guardian's mind went blank. He had no idea how to respond. "W-well I..."

A loud crash interrupted him. He turned to see one of the patrons had passed out and was lying on the floor. Mugs and dishes were scattered around him from the table and chairs that went with him. His friends were all laughing hardly at the incapacitated dragon. The young dragon that had served Cyril began to collect the dishware, glaring at the drunken buffoons for making such a mess. The guardian growled at the dragons' distasteful behavior. He turned to make a smart comment to the electric dragoness, but he didn't get the chance. She was gone. Only the bartender stood where she had been. He flashed the ice dragon an apologetic smile and returned to his counter to gather any unused glasses.

Cyril had never felt so humbled in his entire life. He made his way back to his table and sulked. His teeth grinded from a mix of anger and embarrassment. Never had a female been so disrespectful to a male of his status. How could she not have known who he was? Everyone knew who he was. He reached for his mug. Before the glass came to his lips, however, he glanced around the room at the disgruntled dragons. He became disgusted at what he was partaking in and shoved the mug across the table. Cyril knew it was time to leave. The young fire dragoness saw him heading toward the door and quickly trotted over to bid him farewell. He unceremoniously tossed a few gems on the counter beside her to pay for the meal, not bothering to return her friendly gesture. Wanting to be as far away from this place as possible he stormed out the entrance into the alley, not giving her time to explain he had grossly overpaid.

Outside the rain still poured down, fueling the guardian's fouls mood. The streets were mostly flooded now and his footsteps sloshed in the ankle deep water. His mind was still realing over the electric dragoness rejection. He couldn't believe that she had had the audacity to walk out on him. HIM! Cyril, the great ice guardian who on several occasions had kept their world from crumbling to the dark forces. If he ever had the chance to see her again, oh how he would give her a piece of his mind. He knew exactly what he would say, too, the speech already playing out in his head.

Voices coming from the alleyway across the street pulled Cyril from his imaginary argument. He couldn't understand what was being said, but they definitely didn't sound friendly. He heard a small yelp and decided he better investigate. Poking his head around the corner, he saw three male dragons standing around a female. The largest of the three was an earth dragon. The female was pinned beneath him. Cyril stepped into the alley cautiously, knowing that the situation could quickly turn ugly.

"Is everything all right, here?" Cyril asked, announcing his presence to the four dragons. The two smaller males, an electric and a fire, bared their teeth and began to advance on the guardian. Before they reached him, though, the larger waved them off.

"Everything's good," he stated, in a calm careful tone.

Cyril could smell the heavy scent of alcohol on his breath. He glanced down at the female underneath him. "Ma'am, are you okay?" The two dragons stepped together to block his view of the dragoness.

"She's fine," the large male growled, "We're just teaching her a little manners," She squirmed as he tightened his grip. "Now, why don't you turn around and go back where you came from before someone gets hurt," It sounded more like an order than a request.

Cyril didn't budge. "I think she's learned her lesson. Why don't you just..."

"What are you deaf?" the earth dragon shouted, "Let me make it clear for you. Buzz off, or my friends will make you." The two males growled to emphasize the threat.

The guardian growled back. "I would reconsider if I were you."

"I'm done talking to you. Get rid of him."

The two dragons lunged at the ice dragon, but he moved faster than they could have anticipated. The fire dragon took a heavy blow from his tail and was slammed into the alley wall. Cyril ducked underneath the other as he soared over his target. The electric dragon didn't have time to react as his paws were frozen solid in thick sheets of ice. The earth dragon snarled angrily, seeing how easily this dragon had incapacitated his lackeys. He barked at the ground sending shards of rock and earth showering down on the ice guardian. Cyril threw up his wings to shield himself, the debris drumming against the membrane. When he opened his wings, the large male was crashing down on him. They collided and rolled across the ground, fighting to gain dominance over the other. They came to a stop and the earth dragon smiled as he pinned the ice dragon below him. Cyril took advantage of the opening and kicked hard with his hind legs into his stomach. The electric dragon yelped as the hulking mass of the earth dragon smashed down on top of him, shattering his icy bonds. Cyril roared, challenging them to try again. The earth dragon snarled in return, but knew that they were no match for him. The dragoness became more trouble than she was worth.

"Come on," he said, running out of the alley way with the two males limping behind.

Cyril made sure that they were gone before he turned to the electric dragoness. "Are you all right?" She groaned and looked up at him, and Cyril realized who he had just saved staring into those red eyes a second time that night. There was an awkward silence as the ice dragon stared at her in disbelief.

"I'm fine," she said, standing to her feet and trying her best to avoid eye contact.

Cyril felt all of his previous anger returning. He wanted to unload on her after what she did to him at the tavern. All the embarrassment he went through because of her. He had his chance to use his pre-thought up speech. He held his tongue, though, not sure he could do it after what she just went through. Swallowing as much of his anger as he could, he tried to act civil. "What did they want with you?" he asked, holding back a hiss.

She snorted angrily. "They were looking for a good time and I wasn't the least bit interested." She cursed seeing a broken bottle laying a ways off. The label resembled the sign of "The Drunken Dragon.' "They must have thought they could just take what they wanted." She turned around to look at her savior. "I guess I should thank you for walking by when you did."

Cyril was sure he did quite a bit more than that, but didn't figured he should take what he could get from her. "You should try to be more careful."

"Thanks for the advice," she said, making her way to the alley's exit. He noticed her halt suddenly and cringe, favoring her hind leg. The faint scent of blood filled his nose.

"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked.

"I told you, I'm fine," she insisted, and tried to take another step. She collapsed.

"No, you're not," Cyril said, stepping alongside her. "What's wrong?"

She sighed and rolled onto her side. "It's my leg," She stretched out her hind leg for him to look at.

The guardian leaned closer and examined her limb. There weren't any noticeable injuries that he could see, but the closer he got the stronger the scent of blood became. A small drop of red liquid splashed onto the ground. Cyril realized that the wound must be on the inside of her thigh. He wasn't sure how she would react to what he was about to tell her. "I need you to lift your leg."

"What?!" she exclaimed, pulling her leg closer to her.

"There's blood dripping from your thigh," he explained before she got the wrong idea. "I need to see how bad the damage is." The electric dragoness stared at him nervously, and Cyril was sure she was going to refuse. After a few seconds, though, she tentatively began to raise her hind leg. Her cheeks flushed as she was placed in a rather revealing position to the male dragon. Thankfully, the night helped to keep her modesty and hide her blush. Cyril remained focused and kept his eyes only on her wound. A long cut ran along the length of her inner thigh. Luckily, the wound was shallow and not life threatening, but without receiving attention soon it would scar. Cyril pulled his head away, allowing her to lower her leg. "Do you live far from here?" he asked.

"My home is in the east district," she said, wondering why he would ask.

He hummed to himself. The east district was on the opposite side of the city. "I don't think it would be wise to travel so far with that injury. I have lodging only a few blocks from here. If you would like I could take you there and dress you wound." The guardians offer hung in the air. She tried to take another step and almost fell again.

"Guess I don't have much of a choice," she said.

Cyril figured that was as much of a 'yes' as he was going to get. He stepped beside her and raised a wing. "Lean on me," he offered. She accepted, grateful to take as much weight off of her leg as she could. Together they left the alley and he led her to where he was staying. As they walked, Cyril cast quick glances at the dragoness. He couldn't believe he was helping her after how she had blown him off. He didn't think she deserved it. He knew he couldn't just leave her, though, especially not with her leg. The ice dragon sighed inwardly, and tried to take his mind off it. There wasn't much he could do about the situation now. They came to the entrance where he was staying and he quickly unlocked the door. He held it open and she hobbled inside.

"This is where you live?" she said, gawking at the extravagant home.

"Not exactly," he explained, feeling pride well up in him. "This is where I stay whenever I am in Warfang. Otherwise I live at the temple."

"With the other guardians?" she asked, gesturing toward the ice guardian seal carved into the wall above the fire place. He nodded. There were a few moments of silence as she stared up at the emblem.

She must be regretting for having treated me so disrespectfully before. he thought.

"Too be honest," she said, looking back at him. "I knew who you were from the moment I saw you."

Or not...

"I had always heard that you were a pompous, self righteous dragon only interested in himself," Cyril laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. That wasn't the first time he had heard that, and it wasn't an inaccurate description. "At first I thought they may have been right, but I think I misjudged you. I probably owe you an apology for that."

"I-I wouldn't worry about it," he stuttered, not sure what else to say.

She smiled. "You asked me what my name was before. Would you still like to know it?" He nodded. "It's Electra."

"Electra," he repeated, rolling the word over his tongue.

"I know," she said, "It's not very original for an electric dragon." (:P)

Cyril felt a bit of courage return from his moment at the bar. "It's beautiful," he said, receiving a bright smile from her.

"Thank you," she said, taking a step closer to him.

Cyril was transfixed by her eyes. He found himself unable to think. Suddenly becoming flustered he cleared his throat and stepped to her side. "Let me get you something for that leg," he blurted and trotted into the next room. He berated himself for panicking. Come on Cyril, he thought to himself as he gathered the things he needed. You're an ice dragon for ancestor's sake. You come from the purest line of dragons. With his head held high and his chest out, he made his way back into the other room. Electra was waiting for him over by his mantle, browsing the few pictures he had sitting there. All his courage melted when he laid eyes on her again. He walked up silently behind her and glanced at the picture she was looking at.

"Is that you?" she said, pointing to the young ice dragon in the painting.

"Yes," he answered, "That was the day that we were picked to become the guardians."

"It looks like you and the electric dragon were good friends."

Cyril restrained a grumble as he stared at the yellow dragon with his forelegs wrapped around his younger self. "You could say the two of us were close." She laughed, catching the sarcasm in his voice. "I have some bandages to wrap your leg," he said, changing subject.

Electra went along with it. "Do you have somewhere I could lie down?" she asked, knowing it would be a lot easier.

"Umm," Cyril glanced around the room, noting the lack of usable furniture. He didn't want her to have to lay on the floor, either. "If you'd like, we could use my room."

"That's fine," she said, giggling a little at his tension.

He helped her down the hallway into the back room. Electra was left gawking again by the even more ornate bedroom and bed large enough for three or four dragons. She hobbled up onto the bed and laid on her side, stretching out her wounded leg.

"This would go easier for you if you were to lie on your back." he suggested, wanting her to be comfortable.

Electra hesitated for a moment. She would be left very open to the male dragon in that position and she wasn't sure she was entirely comfortable with that. He was right, however. If she did lie on her back she wouldn't have to hold her leg up the entire time. She decided she could trust him. With a nod she rolled onto her back and the ice dragon approached. There was an awkward moment as he did his best to ignore the immodest pose. He began to clean her wound and found it easier to focus with something to do. Cyril wasn't a perfect dragon, though. He couldn't help, but letting his eyes make a few quick glances over the slender form of the dragoness. She was captivating after all. Electra tried to hide the reddening in her cheeks as she saw him steal a glance. He noticed that the yellow dragoness was avoiding eye contact with him, keeping her head down below her forelegs. Feeling another burst of confidence, he decided to take another shot.

He began to wrap her leg with the bandages and quietly cleared his throat. "You know," he said, "in the tavern when I said that you were a beautiful dragoness, I did mean it."

Electra cheeks burned as he complimented her while she was in such a revealing position. She played along, however, interested in where he was going. "Here I thought that you were just trying to get my attention," she said coyly.

Cyril chuckled as he continued to wrap her leg. "Oh I was," he admitted, "but there was a reason why."

She giggled and shook her head. "Well, I'll admit I thought you were quite the sight as well," Cyril's ego swelled knowing that he had impressed her. He finished bandaging her leg and Electra flexed her limb a few times to test its soreness. She was glad that it felt quite a bit better than before. Returning her attention to the dragon standing over her, she smiled mischievously. "So, what would your plan have been if the night had turned out differently?"

Cyril was a little caught off guard by the question. It took him a second to gather his thoughts. "Well," he started, "I would have asked if I could perhaps by you a drink. Maybe something to eat had you desired. We would have talked for a while, and I would have listened intently as you told me about yourself and what you enjoy doing."

"Even if they weren't things that interested you?" she interrupted him.

He smiled. "Even if they weren't," he confirmed, "but I doubt they wouldn't have fascinated me," She rolled her eyes playfully and chuckled. "After that I would have walked you home, reluctantly said my goodbyes and hope that you would want to see me again. Maybe even steal a kiss if you would let me." Cyril stared down at her, gauging her reaction.

Electra dragged her tail across his chest. "And if I didn't want the night to end quite yet?"

Cyril felt his heart flutter as he continued the imaginary date. "We could have gone in and perhaps continued our conversation at the tavern." He played his cards carefully, making her work for the correct answer.

Electra frowned and tested the ice dragon. "But I was getting bored with just talking," she teased.

He hummed and pretended to think for a moment. "Well then I'm sure that we could find something else to preoccupy our time."

"What would you have in mind?"

The guardian was about to make his boldest move of night. Without giving her any warning he dipped his head and gave a lick to the clit between her legs. Electra gasped as the tip of his tongue traced the outer folds of her sex. She gazed down out the ice dragon, absolutely shocked by him. She had been expecting him to make a move, but nothing prepared her for that. He was smiling up at her, waiting to see how she was going to react. Electra smiled and laid her head back and rubbed his chest with her tail. Cyril leaned his nose in closer to the yellow dragoness and inhaled her scent. Her arousal made his head swim and his blood boil. Slowly, his tongue slid from his mouth and grazed the outside of her slit. She moaned as he toyed with her, playing delicately with the pedals of her sex. He chuckled as she squirmed and let out sharp gasps at his ministrations. After he was satisfied that she had been tortured enough, Cyril began to slide his tongue into her depths.

Electra let out a small squeak as she felt herself being spread around the cold appendage worming its way inside of her. Tingles ran up and down her spine. The ice dragon was certainly living up to his name. She had never been with a dragon of his race before. The cool sensation was so much different than what she had been expecting. Cyril felt a tremor run through her body and her walls clamped down around his tongue. He nuzzled his nose against his snatch, allowing himself to reach farther into her. A heavy moan from the yellow dragoness let him know that she was greatly enjoying his actions. Cyril had to admit that he was enjoying himself as well. He had never pleasured a female this way before. Her passage was like velvet over his tongue and her taste was intoxicating. The sticky sweet substance drove him to continue, straining his tongue to go deeper into her body. He quickly slipped his tongue from her vent scooping her juices into his mouth. He purred and pressed his snout against her mound, delving back inside with the dexterous organ.

Electra's back arched as he felt him dive back into her. Her claws kneaded at the sheets and her toes curled in the air. "Cyril... Please... Don't..." The thought was cut short by another tremor and a rather loud moan. The ice dragon's breath over her lips was driving her crazy. Shivers were sent up her thighs from the cold bursts of air. The experience was so strange. The yellow dragoness wasn't sure she could last much longer, no matter how badly she didn't want it to end. Cyril pumped his tongue faster in and out of her pussy. Electra was doing her best to hold off a few moments longer. Her chest rose and fell sporadically as her breathing became labored. He felt her walls twitch and clench over his tongue trying hard to tug him deeper. He knew was trying her best to prolong the experience, but he was determined to push her over the edge. Reaching up a forepaw, he carefully used his claws to spread her lips and give him better access. His tongue swirled rapidly inside her passage, and he nosed at her clit. Electra's pleasured moans were reduced to high pitch squeals as he nuzzled her sensitive nub. The electric dragoness finally lost the battle as he slipped a claw into her cunny to join his tongue.

A cry rang through the room as the dragoness went stiff, arching her back high into the air. Tremors ran up her spine and into her head, blocking out all feeling, except for the slick organ squirming around inside her pussy. Cyril closed his eyes as her juices splashed across his muzzle. He almost whimpered as his tongue was trapped by the tight walls clamping down around it. She collapsed back onto the bed, left gasping as her high dwindled. Electra glanced down at the ice dragon slipping free from her folds. She giggled, lightly, seeing the mess she had made of his muzzle. He smiled and licked his lips, cleaning what he could from his scales. Cyril leaned forward and planted a kiss on her 'lips', making her jump. He chuckled and reared onto his hind legs, dropping his forepaws down on the mattress to either side of her. She licked at his muzzle cleaning what was left that he couldn't reach. The guardian let his tongue fall from his mouth and twine with hers. He pushed his muzzle into hers and pressed her back into the pillows. Electra moaned as the ice dragon kissed her passionately. Their tongues wrestled between their lips, trying to gain dominance over the other. She could taste the remainder of her climax as she swirled over his teeth. The weight above her suddenly shifted and she felt something heavy lay between her legs.

The yellow dragoness pulled from their kiss and looked down between them. A gasp escaped her as she saw Cyril's cock standing tall between her thighs, the underside resting heftily against her sex. The sight of the dark blue spire was a little intimidating for her. He was certainly not the largest she had ever seen, but the ice dragon was by no means small. Deep ribs ran along the sides of his dragonhood all the way from the base to the tapered head. Her eyes followed as a droplet of pre slid from his tip and down his length until it joined with the fluid still smeared around her vent. I'm going to be sore tomorrow, she thought, imagining what he was going to feel like inside her. Suddenly, the thick pole began to grind against her lips, and she looked up at Cyril. He purred, waiting for her to give him the signal. She smiled and gave him a quick lick on the nose.

Cyril grinned and yanked her to the edge of the bed, giving himself better leverage. Electra yelped as she was drug across the mattress. With her farther underneath him, the guardian could now angle his malehood down between her thighs. His heart began to race as his tip began to slip down into her folds. His head was yanked down suddenly and he locked lips with the electric dragoness. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth and twined with his as his shaft made its way deeper into her cunny. Cyril's nostrils flared as he desperately tried to breathe through the pleasure radiating from his groin. The yellow dragoness was sealed tight over his dick and his hips sank closer to hers. Half of the impressive length had now disappeared into her quivering folds. The ice dragon flexed his hind legs powerfully, and his crotch slapped into her scales. Electra screamed into Cyril's mouth as the thick rod was roughly driven the rest of the way into her snatch. Both dragons were frozen in place as they waited for the surge of euphoria to abate. The electric dragoness allowed her head to crash back onto the mattress. Her mouth hung open as she heaved to regain her breath. She could feel a heavy throb reverberate through her body from the shaft buried deep inside her. She flexed her muscles wanting feel every bump and ridge of the enormous cock rub against her sensitive walls. A generous glob of pre spilled from his tip as she milked him, slickening her tunnel. Cyril gave an appreciative lick to her neck as her passage worked over his length. He laid over her and gently began to rock his hips, setting a gentle pace.

They moaned together as his large dragonhood slid in and out of her stretched cunt. His cock glided easily between her folds from her first orgasm and the near constant stream of pre leaking from his tip. Electra's legs trembled as the ridges along his dick thrummed against her entrance. A wet slurping sound echoed through the room as they worked their way in and out of her. She could feel a light trickle run down her tail. The yellow dragoness gasped as Cyril hit a particularly sensitive spot within her. He smiled when he felt her hind legs wrap around him and try to pull him back in. He humored her and grinded into the spot for a moment. She cooed and rubbed her body up into his. When she finally began to loosen her grip, he shifted his stance and increased the strength of his thrusts. The bed rocked as Electra was pounded roughly by the ice dragon above her. Cyril had to hook his forelegs around her hips to keep her from sliding out from under him. The added leverage also worked to pull her back into his humping. She squeaked as the head of his prick now bounced against her cervix. The guardian was huffing above her as the added resistance fueled his instinct to empty his seed into her womb.

The dominate male suddenly closed his jaws over her throat. His teeth dug into her scales, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to hold her in place as he rutted her with his powerful breeding pole. Pre was leaking from her pussy and down her tail as Cyril fucked her. His dick pistoned through her tunnel with an audible slap of their hips. His claws tore into the mattress as he fought to hold back his climax for a while longer. The yellow dragoness was too tight, though. Electra was trying her hardest to remember to breathe as pleasure washed up her spine. Her forelegs were wrapped firmly around the ice dragon, holding her close to his chest. He growled as her claws dug into his back. Both dragons were approaching their peaks rapidly. Cyril used what strength he had left to ram his cock forward, pushing the head up past her cervix. The electric dragoness screamed and her cunny clamped down on his malehood.

Electra went ridged as she came, spilling her fluids over the thick shaft still battering away inside her. Her walls clenched sporadically trying to keep his dick buried deep. Cyril pounded into her tunnel with short rapid thrusts, eager to finish himself off. As her juices washed over his cock, jolts of static were sent up his length. The added stimulation proved too much for the ice dragon and he sheathed his prick inside her pussy with a deafening roar. Cyril sunk Electra down into the mattress as his knot swelled behind her lips and the first wave of cum flooded into her womb. The white viscous fluid took only moments to fill every crevice deep inside of her. His seed began to spill into her tunnel, clinging to her walls and painting her innards with his essence. Electra shivered as the icy cum pumped into her with tremendous force. She couldn't believe that even the guardian's spunk was cold. His cock continued to throb inside her, producing what seemed to be a never ending stream of the sticky substance. Cyril regained enough control over himself to look down at the yellow dragoness. She smiled up at him coyly and twined her tail with his. His knot tugged at her rear as he climbed the rest of the way onto the bed, laying side by side and sharing a kiss while he finished his climax. When the lasts ropes of his seed finally spilled inside her, Electra felt completely full, and somewhat cold. Mainly in her lower section.

Electra pushed the ice dragon away from her, ending their kiss, and stared up at him. Cyril looked at her questioningly. "You know, you make a lousy first impression," she said, with a rather disappointed expression. Cyril didn't know how to respond. Had he done something wrong? He was about to ask, but she placed a claw on his lips. "But it was worth sticking around to experience the second."

Cyril smiled. "If I remember correctly, you ran off before I could give you one."

Electra dropped her gaze sheepishly. "I'm here now. Doesn't that count for something?" she asked, giving him the most pitiful eyes she could muster. He chuckled and shook his head. "Besides," she stated, "I don't think I'll be going anywhere for a while now," The yellow dragoness shifted her hips, tugging on his knot still locking them together. He groaned and she giggled, knowing he got the point.

Cyril wrapped his forelegs around her and pulled her closer. "Perhaps tomorrow I could take you on a proper date?"

She purred. "I would like that."

"Anywhere in particular?" he asked, not sure where she would be comfortable.

"How about 'The Drunken Dragon?'" she suggested with a devilish grin.

Cyril planted a kiss on her forehead. "If that's where you want to go," he said. The guardian wasn't particular keen on returning to the dingy tavern, but he would for her. After all he had met her there, so how bad could it be. Electra curled into his chest and closed her eyes.

"After dinner, maybe I could take you back to my place?" She squeezed down on his dragonhood, giving Cyril an idea of what she had in mind.