The Dragon Knight
#1 of Dragon Knight
As promised, here's an update. A heavy workload has kept me from writing for a while, and will probably continiue to do so until mid-December (seriously, I seem to be on every flight these days...). Anyways, I really enjoyed writing this, and hope than anyone reading it finds it equally enjoyable. Written on a PDA as usual - Hurray for HTC.
The Dragon Knight - Part One Of Two - Soldier
Zephyr: I bet my life on one moment.
The world sighed in the wake of the wind, a slow gentle current coursing through the darkness of night, creating tides over distant fields of silver. The moon shone full, a bright luminescence creating vast shadows upon the earth below as fragile wisps of clouds passed before it. Border fences of steel wire sang a metallic whistle as air rushed through the lattice, a sound eclipsed only by the occasional wayward vehicle passing the camps perimeter. A mass of flat land sprawled the interior gap, surfaced with concrete and turf, broken by huge looming hangars at the airfield's edge. Darkness bridged the narrow alleys between them, the lights of many perpetually dimmed as budget cuts reduced the squadron's grounds. Behind these, overlooking the single road leading through the base, a series of three tiered blocks housed the soldiers and airmen stationed there, the dilapidated buildings in an obvious state of disrepair. White walls blackened with the kicked up muck of helicopters from the nearby pad, the cars parked about it dusted in loose, fine soil in the wake of a recent take off. A large sign proclaimed the building 'yvern Block', the 'W' having long since fallen off to never be replaced. All windows revealed only darkness, closed to retain heat against the rapidly decreasing temperature of an oncoming winter, all but one. A man stood alone at the third tier, staring out into the night from his window, the slow deliberate caress of the wind brushing against his face as it coursed into the room. He allowed his hand to rise, sweeping off his beret before setting about ruffling his hair to remove the mark it had left, leaving his usual quiff in the short mess of brown. He sighed slowly, a part of him lamenting his misfortune in having being posted to such a small Royal Air Force camp in the middle of nowhere. Of course, there were benefits, yet peace and quietude such as this were more suiting to those on the brink of retirement, not to one in his first few years of service. He lowered his arm to the sill, tapping his fingers against the wood to thrum out the steady beat of an unknown tune as his gaze drifted skywards. Zephyr's night sight was keen, vision focusing on a distant shadow dipping below the clouds to soar before the lunar backdrop, a dark silhouette framed perfectly by silver hues. His tapping increased in tempo, a swift requiem for his prior moments of peace as the winged shade drifted steadily closer, riding an upwards current of air to effortlessly drift high above the lights of the camps road before locking its wings into a dive. He stepped aside in a well practised fashion, feeling that familiar rush of air as his companion returned from her secretive night time haunts high above the British countryside. He closed the window, ear twitching at the sound of the dragon touching down behind him, and turned to allow his gaze to settle upon her.
Jayde's body was about as long as his arm, lithe and scaled with the colour from which she took her name. The underside of her wings and chest bore a slightly lighter hue of green, a contrast fading slowly along the length of her thin, dexterous tail. An elaborate brand traced her right forearm, black stark against jade, a mirror of his own marking and sign of their pact. The dragoness shook her overlarge, bat-like wings, shedding a small amount of water from the pale membrane before tucking them carefully away at her sides. Claws skittered across the lacquered wood of the floor, scrabbling for purchase, before with a single lurch, the small creature propelled herself onto an old tanned leather sofa, curling up in her usual spot. Crimson eyes caught his azures, her serpentine head bowed, expressive features displaying a slight sense of distaste. Zephyr knew the issue without even needing to ask. "For the thousandth time, no." His voice was deep and mature, bearing with it a depth far beyond his years.
"Come on... Please?" Her tone was clearly feminine, almost child-like as she drew out the final word of her request. Slight popping noises became audible as her claws pricked the material of her perch, the dragoness adjusting her position to watch the young soldier drop onto the bed, leaning back against the parallel wall casually. Jayde had considered her argument from every angle during her flight, now at last prepared to entrap the human with her words, "I'll be careful, just once?"
Zephyr shook his head slowly. His companion had been pressing the issue for weeks, her desire to fly the night skies in her true form, rather than suppressed by his magic. He had good reason for his concern, should he release his technique, the diminutive being before him would grow to a size which would struggle to comfortably fit in the room, let alone interlope the night unnoticed. "It's a large enough risk when you fly in that form. We live on an RAF camp, do you think I want to hear the attack alarm sound knowing that our pilots are on the way to engage you?"
She scoffed, "I could take them." Her stance was adamant, head bowed slightly in defiance.
"If I thought that you could take them... Then I would worry about you a lot less." He glanced down to find his beret still in his off hand, a swift flick sending it through the air, and onto a hook beside his locker. A name was emblazoned above it, 'Private Joseph Zephyr', his first name a term by which he had not been referred to for some years now.
He looked back to find Jayde slumped, "So, you think I'm weak?" Her voice was soft, the wake of a surprisingly fragile temperament.
"I didn't say that." Zephyr responded quickly, feeling a slight pang across their mental link as her emotions spiked. Their bond allowed him insight into the mood of his companion beyond what was often comfortable, enough for him to have sensed more than a few instabilities of late. The dragoness proved an enigma still, even after their few years together, "I just..." His voice was barely audible, "The thought of you getting hurt is..." There were a few moments of silence before the soldier coughed loudly, "Forget it."
Jayde smiled inwardly. Her partner's composure didn't break very often, yet it humoured her greatly when it did. Zephyr was more kind hearted than he would allow himself to believe, yet she could see through his refined front in a way that no other could. One of what she would refer to as his many alluring traits. Her human was a source of fascination to her, able to bear on par against the dragoness in a manner that she couldn't imagine most of his kin coming close to. A dry chuckle escaped her, the sound not lost upon him and earning the dragoness a scowl as she dropped to the ground. Jayde decided to let the point drop, instead resuming her prior case. The man felt a familiar pull of energy, the prelude to the release of one of his techniques, a faint glow cast from her body as his seal weakened. "How about..." Moments later, the dragoness reared up, her proportions having increased greatly, now not too dissimilar to his own. A faint thunk accompanied her descent, body bowing down in a manner that only a quadruped could, her tail drawing a slight rustle as it brushed the ground. "This?"
"Jayde..." It had become evident that she would continue to fight her point until he relented, the fact dawning upon him with absolute certainty as her crimson gaze bored in to him. And he knew from her smile that she was aware of his realisation. He exhaled slowly, preparing his rebuke as the dragoness rolled to the rooms centre to stretch out her larger form on the rug. The thick mat was a souvenir of sorts from his Afghan tour, a comfortable, furred placement, emblazoned with a roaring tigress and perfect for his companions reclination. Jayde rolled her shoulders, partially unfurling her wings experimentally, arching her back in a manner similar to a cat. His thoughts organised at last, Zephyr prepared to launch into his rhetoric, "See here, you-" He cut himself off quite suddenly, the dragoness having flipped onto her back, her tail pinned beneath her body as she seemed to unintentionally strike what would have been quite a seductive pose. His gaze flashed downwards, an unconscious flicker towards her draconic slit betraying a momentary latent thought, "You-"
"Oh?" She sensed the spike in his emotions, realising immediately that she had managed to cut him off. Senses far beyond those within human capability revelled in a slight change in his scent, the increase in the tempo of his heartbeat, the image of his altered line of sight in the darkness. Her mind began to work, her very nature determined to twist the situation to her advantage. Excitement coursed through her body, joy in the very possibility that he could view her in such a way, "Like what you see, Zeph?"
It took vast amounts of will to prevent crimson from tingeing his cheeks, the soldier releasing a staggered exhalation as he wrested for control of his body. He was more than aware of her senses; in the wake of his pact, he had began to develop a few of these enhanced traits himself; more than enough to know some of the scope of her observatory skill. He coughed, an obvious nervous habit surfacing more and more often of late. Zephyr regained his composure, "There's no cure for being male."
"There will be if you keep staring."
Zephyr's breath caught in his throat, his gulp audible. He found himself conscious that even now, he had failed to take his eyes off her. Though the dragoness too, was yet to move. Regaining some sense, he glanced to the side as she righted herself, "I... Uh..." For once, Zephyr was found at a loss for words, discovering himself in a state rarely displayed to the world as his companion toyed with him. Such subjects were seldom broached between them, and each time they were, he would be lead into an uncommon state of disarray. His love for her was like that held of a sibling, a slight possessiveness part of his very nature in this concern.
Jayde smiled in victory, thrilled at having outsmarted the human with her jibe, she revised her tactics, "Seriously though, I don't mind..." She returned to the sofa in a bound, the ancient mass of overstuffed leather sagging slightly at her new weight, "If I'm so fabulous that even a human is interested in me, I'll have no trouble at all finding a mate when the time comes!"
For an instant, his heart flipped, an odd expression crossing his companions face as she took note of the result of her words. The soldier chuckled absently, placing a hand behind his head as he returned to reclining against the wall. "Yeah..." He was conscious that she was assessing him, and thoroughly determined not to give anything away. Jayde was full of guile, able to catch lies and half truths, capable of turning what would be a casual conversation into something akin to a game of chess, laying traps and baiting him in order to entrap the man with words. Zephyr was wise to a few of her tricks, knowing that every phrase was uttered with a purpose, and that in order to retain his pride... And probably his dignity, he must discern her aims and defeat them. The fact dawned on him quite suddenly: She had been playing him from the moment that she had touched down from the sky.
*He's taking the bait... Tonight will be the night for sure.* The dragoness knew that she had drawn him in, aware that he was undeniably conscious that she was after something, and on his guard as a result. She had taken careful consideration of his reactions, at his response to her veiled test of mentioning finding a mate. He was genuinely afraid of losing her one day, "Well... It's not like I've never thought of you in that way..." She continued.
"Huh?" His concentration broke.
"I mean..." The dragoness almost seemed hesitant for a moment, as if on the verge of revealing something truly important. Her voice had adopted a rarely heard tone, almost serious, or as close as she was capable. "It's not like we've ever encountered any other dragons, no matter how much we searched. As far as we know, I'm the only one in the world - And you're the only real, prospective mate I'd end up taking if it came to it." Jayde spoke swiftly, as if trying to justify her words as she uttered them, a spilled confession which had failed to yet fully enlighten her companion.
"You say it like I'm some sort of last resort." Zephyr rolled his eyes. Of course she had removed his choice from the matter, the dragoness speaking as though he would be slave to her whims should he like it or not in typical Jayde style. The soldier was met with a sudden realisation, the direction of their conversation continuing to keep him off balance, "Wait, what am I even saying? You're a dragon!"
"So?" Jayde drew her body up, partially spreading her wings for balance as she leaned against the arm of the sofa to survey her companion carefully. Her eyes met his, and she knew from his senses alone that he would be able to tell she was speaking the truth, "You're a human, and I have no qualms about mating with you. In fact..." She leaned forward further, her voice softening, "I think I'd like to try it."
"W-Woah!" The soldier's balance failed, the man almost falling from the edge of his bed, managing to find his feet as he backed away from the advancing dragoness, "What's gotten into you? Mating? Jayde, you can't possibly expect-" He found himself in the centre of the room as his companion propelled herself beyond his previous position, her claws nicking the wood with a slow, perfect metronome as she took steady steps to circle him. Jayde was treating him like prey. "I refuse." He said flatly, yet earned only a grin in response, feeling something scaly brush against his ankle. Zephyr glanced down, but too late, her tail sweeping his legs from beneath him and sending the man flat onto his back against the rough fur of the Afghan rug.
The breath was expelled from his lungs, his next intake of air impeded slightly by a sudden weight descending upon his chest. Jayde's claws balanced carefully upon his body, green scaled features loomed close, "Look into my eyes, you've gotten too good at lying like a dragon for me to be sure otherwise..." Her crimson gaze captured him, "I can hear the tempo of your heartbeat, I can pick up the changes in your scent, watch how you look at me - even without our link, I can tell that you're more than a little excited." Zephyr remained silent, "Tell me that you don't want this and mean it, and I'll let you go..." She was grinning in victory, "Otherwise, you're mine."
"I..." He tried to turn his head, yet couldn't tear his gaze away from hers, tried to rise up, yet couldn't find the strength. "This is..." The cogs had begun to turn, "This is what you were after from the start!"
Her tail had firmly entwined itself about his leg, a gesture that Zephyr had originally believed was intended to impede his escape, before slowly reaching a state of enlightenment as his senses caught up with him. Jayde was trembling, breathing rapid. Was it the excitement of downing him? Some sort of draconic desire? No... Her eyes bore none of their usual calculating falsities, they were instead true, and fixed upon his own. She was genuinely afraid of him turning her down. This was not a spontaneous gambit, no subject of lust, but an action over which she had mulled for a great deal of time. She wanted him to look into her eyes as much as she did into his. Zephyr's arm rose, though it did not feel as though he was the one controlling it, and his hand rested against her cheek, "If you were really going to resist, you would have used your magic by now." Jayde licked his cheek, a seldom shared token of affection. "Give it up already. Leave your body to me..."
"Jayde..." His misgivings faded, any sense of fear replaced only by a state of apprehension. An open mind was the curse which had lulled him into his current situation in the first place, and slowly, the idea of... mating with Jayde as she would say, was growing in allure. For the first time, he looked at her not as his companion, not as an almost-sibling, nor even as a member of another species, but as a female that genuinely felt for him. His fragile bastion of resistance crumbled into dust, and he knew that she could see it in his eyes. Looking back now, all inconsistencies in her actions over the past few months made perfect sense, her inquisitive nature into his love life, the 'accidental' poses and actions which could only possibly be construed as attempts to steer him into this course, her attitude should he ever even look at another female, *I can't believe I'm doing this...* Jayde had kept him warm, coiled in his jacket in frozen shell scrapes, scouted territory and spied for his safety during a desert tour, given him courage and companionship always, and remained as steadfast and loyal a partner as one could possibly desire; and now he found himself about to cross a line with her which before tonight was beyond even thought... And it dawned upon him, that there was nobody that he would rather be with. He wanted this as much as she did.
A serpentine muzzle bumped against the young soldier's chin, straying thoughts jarred back to his current predicament as Jayde lowered herself. Lips met, the reaction instinctive to him. Though awkward at first, a kiss that would be somewhat alien by human standards became deep and passionate. The dragoness had a look in her eyes that he had never seen before, an excitement mirrored in him, as if lightning would strike between them should they stay separated for too long. Jayde felt the tension leave him, watched Zephyr at last surrender to her advances, experiencing a thrill beyond even her own comprehension as she lived what had been but a fantasy for so long. Her human was a more common figment of her lusts than she would care to admit, her thoughts straying to living scenarios like this one even more often than they would of being with other dragons. So proud, so sure of herself, always vying for dominance, she sacrificed it all for this moment. Her needs were clouding her mind, lusts making it difficult to think straight, some deep instinct calling for her to submit. They broke apart, breath coming in gasps, her claws nicking the front of his combat ninety-fives as she attempted with futility to remove the infernal garment. Their roles had been very much reversed, "Z-Zephyr..." She pleaded.
The quiver in her voice was not lost upon him, the additional insights of his pact granting him full view of the desperation of her movements. His senses had become more draconic than she knew, the musky scent of arousal not lost upon a keen nose. The opportunity to deny his companion like this did not come often, the soldier making slow, careful movements to unbutton his cuffs and shirt, the dragoness snorting in frustration as he took his time. A few moments later, he tossed the garment aside, the rolled up uniform impacting the ground with a soft thud. Jayde shuffled against his leg, her tail coiling ever tighter, drawing close for their lips to meet once again as her scales brushed against the bare flesh of a toned physique. His brand was stark against pale skin, a black tribal marking tracing his right forearm and mirrored upon hers, that hand slowly drawing down the dragoness' flank to rest on a muscled thigh. It was in his nature to be dominant, a trait which led him to many clashes with his companion, taking initiative as his every instinct dictated. He could feel her wetness through his trousers, witness a stifled moan as his fingers came closer to brush against the tip of her draconic slit. The dragoness' back arched as he touched her wet nub, kiss broken for an open outcry of pleasure as two fingers teased her nether lips. Skill born of doing one of the things a soldier did best granted him course, Jayde's body quivering as he slowly began to explore her depths. Her weight collapsed against him, chest heaving as she came only to focus on pleasure, the depth and pitch of her laboured breaths guiding him in his motions.
She was wetter than any human, exotic with the feeling of taboo, responding to his probing fingers by franticly sliding her body against his hand. He grinned, relishing the feeling of control, setting a pace as he teased her opening, ignoring pleading whines as he moved to slowly bring his companion to climax. "How about you come clean..." His motions began to adopt a steady rhythm as he figured out how best to pleasure her, "How long have you wanted this?"
"I..." Her tail's grip on his leg was loosening, the dragoness unable to maintain her hold under his assailing digits, "Since we..." She squirmed against his chest, "Since we came back from the desert... The heat made me feel strange... Uh, don't stop..." Jayde's face was screwed up in pleasure, struggling to continue as Zephyr upped the tempo of his motions, "Mating has been all that I can think of - Ah, Zephyr!" His thumb brushed against her clit, the reaction immediate as her body twitched, feminine juices continuing to soak his leg.
The man leaned close to her ear, "What sort of thoughts did you have?" His voice was low, filled with lust. Her reactions were riling him up more than he would care to admit, a growing bulge straining against the taut fabric of his trousers as evidence enough.
"That you'd... That you'd mate with me..." She continued to squirm in his grasp, responding to his rhythm by adopting her own, a subtle gyration of her thighs. "I'm... I'm so close!"
Zephyr was determined to hear more, drawing this out as long as possible, "Go on..."
"I..." She moaned, giving in at last, "I'd fuck myself with my tail and imagine that it was you!" No trace of the careful, calculated Jayde remained, the dragoness having fully descended into a lust filled frenzy. He found himself thankful that almost everyone in the block was on weekend leave, her voice rising to a loud and desperate tone, "I tried to catch your eye... So many times... Wanted you to breed me..." The dragoness moaned openly, "Would ask for meaningless things... Just - Just to try and trap you like this..." Her sentences became fragmented, "I-I-" Zephyr had heard enough, moving his fingers with brutal ferocity, palm brushing outer lips as he brought his companion to orgasm. Jayde let loose a cry of pleasure, body shuddering as girlcum drenched the man beneath her. Zephyr didn't skip a beat, continuing his motions as she rode through her high, taking pride in his skill at pleasure.
Jayde slumped on top of him, tail at last surrendering its grasp as she took slow steadying breaths. He slid his hand free, sliding his fingers together in awe of the amount of lubricant that she had produced. Dragon mating must indeed be a brutal affair for their females to produce enough to soak his legs and midriff. Bringing his hand to his face, he inhaled the strong, musky odour before tentatively licking. It tasted nothing like he expected, proving somehow sweet and tangy at the same time, a taste that he found himself hungering for. Jayde gave a surprised gasp as his body lurched, wings falling open as he rolled her green scaled body over onto her back. Sitting with his legs on either side of her tail, he looked down at his companion, smiling as he met inquisitive eyes to let his gaze drift down to the vent he had blindly probed. The scales became lighter before ceasing completely, leaving only puffed up pink flesh, dripping with moisture in the wake of his prior motions. Jayde looked so helpless, wings spread against the rug covered floor for balance, limbs suspended in the air as her quadruped nature stole her mobility. His head lowered, and he felt a spike in her emotions, an outburst of excitement as his tongue took its first tentative lick across her sensitive draconic slit. It had taken a little convincing, but once set to his task, Zephyr couldn't help but put his heart into it, a myriad of latent desires at last unleashed as the usually dominant Jayde found herself at his mercy. He nuzzled softly, lapping up the results of his fingers before carving a path through her folds with his tongue tip, taking pleasure in her fresh moans as he spread her nether lips inquisitively, driving his wet appendage into the source of that wetness. Fluid dripped from his clean-shaven face, the result of several minutes of lapping, the dragoness' chest fluttering as she approached her second climax in not long at all before Zephyr suddenly ceased. "Show me..." It seemed more like he was voicing a thought than giving a statement.
"Zeph?"
This time it was a command, "Show me how you use your tail." Zephyr was grinning, fully aware that despite her instigations he was the one in control, now exploiting his position of dominance. He delighted in watching her blush, the subtle difference in the shades of her colouring barely visible even to one with his senses, now shifting his body to the side to free her tail, he verified, "Show me what you do when you think of me."
Her embarrassment was clear from her stutter, "N-no..."
"Are you sure?" His hand came to brush against her folds, fingers teasing soft flesh as his skilled ministrations brought a soft moan from her, "This can stop if you don't."
He was playing dirty and she knew it, "Zeph..." Her voice was a whimper. Some part of her was enjoying this more than she would admit, the streak of dominance in her companion an alluring trait, one which allowed her to regard him as an equal. She loved being controlled by him, here on her back at his mercy. The dragoness' dexterous tail flicked to the side, the tip coiling around and drifting back on itself towards spread legs. The human's face lit up in victory, first two fingers parting her folds as her tail drew closer, thumb brushing her clit as he watched just how much of the scaled appendage that she could take. She moaned loudly as the first familiar few inches slipped into her body, the pleasure heightened by Zephyr's movements as she began a slow, steady rhythm, taking more of her tail with each thrust. He smiled inwardly, originally so tentative, he now looked down at his dragoness tail fucking herself at his command, relishing the wet sound of the scales dragging against her flesh, hearing her moans grow in pitch over time, the scent of draconic lust becoming overpowering. Feeling her nearing climax at last, he drew closer, locking his lips about the tip of her slit to flick the sensitive nub with his tongue. That was more than enough to send Jayde over the edge, the dragoness literally flooding her tail out of her body as Zephyr lapped up all that she had to offer.
Jayde's vision darkened for a few moments, coming down from the second orgasm that the human had strummed from her body, "You look sexy with your face scrunched up in pleasure like that." Her eyes opened in the wake of Zephyr's voice, her gaze drifting down his body to see that the human had discarded what remained of his clothing, pinning her tail beneath his weight as he guided eight inches of throbbing flesh between her legs. The human's body had always proved quite fascinating to her, Jayde often spying on him whenever she had the opportunity - which was rather often due to their relationship. While she had attempted to tempt him wilfully, the man had been unconsciously tormenting her for so long. Now, that which she yearned for was brushing her nether lips, drawing from her a trill of excitement, and of victory. It would by far be the largest thing that she had ever taken, no comparison to her thin tail tip or tongue.
His movements were agonisingly slow - a careful awareness of the knowledge that Jayde had never before been truly mated, Zephyr abandoned his brashness in favour of a lovers touch. He hesitated for but a moment, the weight of what he was about to commit to fully dawning upon him, a single act that would change their relationship forever, an instant after which there would be no turning back. The tip of his member parted her folds seamlessly, pushing forwards into a slick heaven as the dragoness moaned, her voice a whimpering whisper, "Zeph...You're... You're huge..." It was perhaps only a few inches before some resistance was at last met, no barrier, but instead the amazing tightness of a wet, silken vice. He opened eyes that he didn't even realise that he had closed, looking down at the heaving chest of his companion to see her looking up at him with an expression of ecstasy. Her vent clenched continuously, massaging the length of his tool as if she were trying to pull him closer without ever moving her body, a sensation of pleasure great enough for the man to grit his teeth against as Jayde's moans filled his ears. Her tail had long since stripped away whatever barrier might once have been, Zephyr hilting at last after what had felt like an eternity, left panting from the effort. He couldn't help but utter a moan of his own, her body shuddering as he fully embedded his tool, met with the knowledge that she reached yet another climax from the sensation of being filled by him alone, fluids coating his thighs as they leaked from her vent. It took several moments for each of them to gather themselves, Jayde stretched to her limits to cry out in satisfaction, Zephyr leaking pre into the tightest and most alluring snatch he had ever known. Their eyes met, crimson and azure sharing a look which said that which pride would never allow to be uttered, three words that would cause a blush enough to stain even green scales red. Warm scales brushed against his hip, her tail giving him an encouraging nudge before slowly moving to coil about his waist. Jayde was ready, "Take me..."
Those words were all of the cue that he needed, the young soldier slowly pulling back, to rock his body against hers as only the tip of his member remained connecting them. Words were stolen from Jayde, the dragoness having been expecting the pain of penetration, instead finding her human to fit her as if his very flesh was crafted to satisfy her desires. And that it was certainly doing, as she writhed in pleasure at the end of his engorged prick. Zephyr was struggling to keep his enthusiastic thrusting under control, determined to draw out the experience for as long as possible, committed to keep his movements slow and steady to prolong their mating. He cursed himself for even thinking the word, knowledge of just how far he had descended into lusts akin to his dragoness, defying every instinct to slam home and satisfy himself for her sake alone. Fragments of his inherited draconic nature were twisting his will, a natural desire to dominate the writhing dragoness below him nigh irresistible, "J-Jayde!" She was bucking wildly against him, leaking her seemingly unending supply of girlcum to soak the rug as his companion reached yet another climax, crying out Zephyr's name in pleasure.
Her tail pulled at his waist, inclination to speed up his motions as she took some measure of lust driven control, "Harder! Fuck me harder!" Her eyes closed, chest heaving as the pitch of her words fluctuated, "Breed me like a dragon!" Blood was trickling down Zephyr's chin, the man biting the corner of his lip in desperation to hang on. Her sopping vent was unlike any prior experience, her motions a perfect match to his own, her words egging him on to increase the tempo of his thrusts to a savage extreme. Zephyr released a feral snarl, giving in completely, gripping her legs and giving a brutal heave to raise them higher still, altering the angle of his penetration as the new position allowed him to deliver a hard, fast fuck. "Yessss...." She drew the word out, delighting in the moans that her human just couldn't keep in, feeling his motions become more and more erratic as he slammed her quivering vent with all of his strength, the swift, wet slap of his motions threatening to eclipse all other sound. She moaned in satisfaction as he hilted at last, feeling his seed erupting deep inside her, filling her stuffed pussy far beyond its capacity to overflow between their conjoined bodies. Her own fluids gushed out in the wake of his cum, the sensation of being filled pushing her over the edge once again.
The only noise remaining was that of their rapid breathing, the dragoness' tail still holding him tight against her body as the product of their mating dripped from her slit. Jayde was the first to recover, allowing her head to rise and seeing Zephyr still in a state of stupor, she allowed her gaze to drift lower. An idea came to mind, a curiosity in finding just how he tasted, especially after his reaction at licking at her own vent. Her tongue extended, body bending in a manner natural to a draconic, and she drew the long appendage across the wetness of their combined fluids. It took a few moments to register the experience, a slight saltiness the difference in the familiar taste of her folds giving way to an indescribable and not at all unpleasant taste. She licked again, the motion jarring the human back to reality as he fell back, released from the dragoness' loosening coils as the subject of her thoughts shifted to something else. His member slid free from her with a strange, wet note, instantly replaced by her tongue as she furiously licked his seed from her body. The taste had proved more than palatable, Jayde lapping up their combined fluids in a display that couldn't help but draw forth fresh arousal in Zephyr, despite having just cum. Her enthusiasm was enough for Jayde to have completely cleaned herself in hardly any time at all, her gaze once more fixing hungrily upon his cock. She rolled forwards, claws pinning his thighs as her tongue traced the length of his still erect shaft in effort to clean him, a few more licks calling forth a soft and encouraging moan. His pact had gifted him in more ways than one, some form of draconic stamina keeping him hard and ready for another mating. Jayde grinned, more than aware of human mating habits, and quite eager to try this out herself, she closed her mouth completely about his member, gaze flickering up to him as she suckled softly. "Wow..." He grit his teeth, "You're not bad at that..." His hand lowered, offering a gentle guidance to her motions as she gave an inexperienced, yet quite enthusiastic blow job. "Not bad... At all..."
It wasn't long before Zephyr felt a familiar tightening in his groin, closing his eyes and drawing a low, shuddering breath as the sensation of her bobbing head and flickering tongue increased their ministrations, bringing him to the absolute brink, slowing to hold him there, only to resume as the pleasure receded. Yet, after a few minutes of this treatment, Jayde ceased completely, at last finishing torturing her companion. She pulled back, leaving a strange chill in her absence before a claw pressed down onto the humans stomach. Zephyr opened his eyes, watching the dragoness draw ever close as she crawled up him, carefully placing her limbs as she pinned him to the floor with her weight, tail wrapping about his leg possessively as her face finally drew level with his own. Their lips met once again, yet this time it was different. Not lust fuelled desperation, but a soft and gentle expression between lovers. Jayde lowered herself slowly, allowing him to hilt fully for a perfectly snug fit. If it were possible to smile through a kiss, she was, having finally bonded with her human in this most intimate of ways, knowing that he too was sharing her feelings. She rolled her hips, and their lips broke apart, the dragoness using the strength of her tail, the flexibility of her scaled form to ride her human. Jayde moaned openly, her claws leaving shallow scratches in the skin of his toned chest as hands seized her forearms, gyrating her hips to a slow tempo as Zephyr bucked up against her. "I've wanted this for so long..." The dragoness closed her eyes, flicking her wings unconsciously as they built a steady rhythm. Her fluids were soaking his midriff, her tail squeezing a subtle indicator should she ever wish for him to increase his motions, the two finally and absolutely in sync.
"Why did we wait for all of this time?" Her scales were a warm brush against his bare skin, the unconscious quivering of her wings a cooling current of air. Zephyr couldn't help but groan, feeling his pleasure building, knowing from both their movements and his advanced senses that each of them was approaching climax. His muscles strained, his strength moving against her weight to increase the speed and power of his motions, drawing forth fresh moans from his partner, encouraging her own subtle grind against him. Jayde moaned his name, her breath coming in rapid bursts, fluids drenching him as her cunt squeezed agonisingly tightly. A roar tore at his throat, sounding more like another dragon than a man, his bellow signifying his own climax as he filled Jayde one final time with copious amounts of his seed.
Their motions slowed, their energy spent as the dragoness slumped against her partner, snuggling up against him as the mans arms closed about her waist to hold her close. His heartbeat echoed in her ears, tempo slowly descending to its usual rate as he absently drew circles in her scales with his fingertips. "I never thought that I'd ever hear you say words like those..." Zephyr remarked absently, "The proud, refined dragoness calling my name, and now here with me like this..." He was smiling, having broken his stupor to regain some of his usual temperament.
"You got the better of me before." Jayde spoke into his chest, able to relax at last. Her plans had at last reached fruition, all schemes leading to this single moment, and now she was content, "I'm the dominant one in this relationship - you just don't know it yet."
Zephyr was silent for a long time, his gaze drifting upwards to fix upon the white of the ceiling. Tonight, he had crossed a line with his companion, entered into a state of intimacy and commitment which he would never admit inspired a mere glimmer of apprehensive fear, "So... It is a relationship then?"
The dragoness moved quite suddenly, her body shifting as crimson eyes sought out his, Jayde's expression unsure, panicked, "If..." She stuttered, fearing that he would slip away, "If you'll have me..."
Zephyr met her gaze and smiled. Whatever trouble awaited in the future, they could face it together. What need was there for fear when he had beside him one who would look at him with eyes like those, "I wouldn't have any other." And he meant it.
Jayde grinned as he planted a kiss upon the tip of her muzzle, the human lying back against the fur of the Afghan rug. He moved slightly, at last slipping his member free of her folds, letting out a happy groan as he relaxed at last in the afterglow. Jayde returned to her spot on his chest, her tail releasing him to coil neatly beside them, "Zephyr?"
"Yeah?"
She didn't move, never meeting his eyes, her pride wavering as she allowed herself to speak those words, "I love you."
"I love you too."
Great wings spread, eclipsing the silvery light of a distant moon, covering the scant interior of an army dormitory, and folding over them both. Within minutes they would be asleep. And tomorrow would be a brighter day.
~ SevenWingedDragon ~
There you have it. I hope anyone reading this enjoyed it - please rate and review, and I'll be trying to fit in some time to work on more. *Bows his head* After my last story, I finally hit 100 watchers, a personal goal I've had for SF for some time, so special thanks to everyone who made that possible, I really appreciate every last watch - you guys are awesome.
As the title implies, I intend to post a sequel, hopefully before Christmas depending on how well this is recieved, so keep an eye open if you liked it. Thanks again for reading, and good night!