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All in the Mind By: Tyvara

The sounds of water dripping from stalactites into little cavern pools were the melodies Ryx had grown accustomed to after eons trapped within island caves. Yet even that repetitive annoyingness couldn't distract him from the raging hard-on that throbbed against his belly. Each pulse from his aching balls only reminded him of his curse to this forgotten island cave, and how long he'd been without the warmth of a female's body -- but at least it was something he could remember. Not like it's easy to forget when every movement makes my dick ache worse.

His thoughts only intensified as he rolled onto his stomach, brushing his sensitive, hardened flesh against the soft pelts beneath him. Ryx grumbled but tried to distract himself with anything other than his erection. Within the confines of the caverns, Ryx had only his thoughts to serve that purpose, but those were subject to the wizard's spell of forgetting.

An ancient wizard's magic bound Ryx to the cliff caverns of his small island, and with each passing decade his memory degraded. Years of solitude, fighting against a spell that ate away at his thoughts, he'd forgotten which clan of dragons he belonged to, among entire lifetimes worth of other memories. Whatever remained had become so fuzzy and broken that Ryx couldn't remember if the pieces he could recall even belonged to the memories he'd lost, or if he'd simply imagined replacements.

Ryx did take some comfort in knowing his ancient tormentor hadn't counted on him finding amusement in figuring out all his broken memories, or that he'd find ways to keep a record of the memories he retained. The mage probably wouldn't have cursed Ryx with a memory loss spell had he'd known as much. Wizards can be so good at underestimating dragons. Ryx rolled his eyes, then stretched his long neck against the soft furs that blanketed the rocks beneath him. Our infinite patience is only the beginning.

Though he had to admit, his patience wasn't working as well as he'd hoped on his erection. Even assuming his feral form hadn't made much difference -- apart from making his dick bigger. He growled his frustration for a moment, then returned his thoughts to his partially forgotten captor, desperate for any distraction.

He chuckled to himself to help change his mood, sending a waft of multicolored smoke from his nostrils, while he recalled the wizard whose face and species he couldn't remember. That specific missing memory rather pleased him; he had more important memories to keep other than something so trivial. I can only hope that if that mage knew I'd forgotten all the details about him, he might be a bit sore over it. Probably not, but it pleased him to believe it did.

Ryx switched his focus to the more enjoyable topic of his origins. Wondering what his aqua-blue scales on his face and legs might make him (maybe a water dragon) served that purpose fine. Perhaps my feathered head-crest and clawed avian wings make me a sky dragon. He wriggled his exposed claws that in turn shuffled his wings. Glancing along his triple-pronged scaly tail flanked by long ribbony feathers, he wriggled the tail-tips, though that didn't help him remember. I can't even begin to think about what all the soft feathery body scales might mean. I've never seen anybeast come my way with features remotely close to these. I'm just a mishmash. He had to smile; at least all this endless pondering provided a modicum of entertainment.

Whatever he forgot, Ryx always felt this hole in his memory. He knew he had lost bits and pieces of his life, but he could never quite tell if he could fill in the correct pieces. Perhaps my forgetfulness is a part of my curse. Though, he couldn't quite remember all the details of his curse either.

Even his name had been obliterated from his mind, and he'd taken to thinking up new names as a way to break up the monotony of his life bound within the cavern walls. The name Ryx still amused him, so he continued to use it.

Most things he did were to pass the time, but nothing promised more to do than raging storms. The storms brought visitors to his island and company offered up a whole new variety in his life.

Males provided a change in diet of the mineralized water that kept him alive, and their pelts added to the lining of his nest. With the added bonus of giving me something to collect. Females offered a more pleasurable release. Not only were females an opportunity to procreate, but it gave Ryx the chance to flex his magic. Sometimes he imagined that using his hypnotic powers thwarted the wizard who cursed him, by spreading his seed and through his children, he escaped the caves. It's also a chance to stick my dick in something soft and warm.

Within the confines of his island, Ryx' power was at it's fullest -- convincing his prey not to struggle while he ate them offered no challenge -- but persuading a female that she not only wanted to bear his child, but that she would wish to raise it long after they'd parted -- that spoke of skill. A skill that may have resulted in his confinement in the caves -- he couldn't quite remember, that was so many names ago. Either way, it kept Ryx amused pondering all the reasons for his imprisonment, just another way to spend his time.

Ryx gave up caring about the reasons ages ago. He'd resigned himself to the caves and his curse. If he got free, great. If he lived out his life inside these caves, fine. He was a dragon after all, his prolonged life span also came with infinite patience and an over abundance of nonchalance -- he hoped those attributes might be something that irked the wizard who cursed him. I may never know the truth, but the thought alone keeps me happy enough.

Today as the storms rolled in, sending a gentle moan throughout the brown and red stripped rocks of his home, those pleasureful sounds reminded him of the noises he could get the females to make before he pumped them full of his seed. Even now at the thought of it, his cock pulsed against its sheath. In an attempt to ignore his urges, he brought his blue-feathered wing to his nose, so his claws could scratch the scales there.

It didn't help.

Only one thing could satisfy him when he got like this. The raging storm outside, mimicking the intensity of his own arousal, would eventually bring his release to him.

~

Kitra did her best to fly through the storm, but her wings were soaked, and each flap shook off just as much water as it collected. The patter of rain filled her ears and messed with the lesser echolocation abilities that marked her as a fruit bat. Everyone says the megabats make poorer messengers -- but nobeast can best me in speed. If it weren't for my blindness in bad weather without these goggles, I'd be screwed. Regardless, she had to return to the Chiropteran territories with news from the mainlands. She'd been hired to do a job, and she was going to finish it. No matter what. Afterward, a long overdue vacation awaited her, and that helped further her resolve.

The only reason she'd come this way was to avoid the storms and save time, instead of waiting out the weather, but she'd read the winds wrong. I should have stayed back at the inn, but no, I had to rush. I'm always rushing into things.

She could hear the voice of her mother berating her even here amid the storm and the sea. Shaking her head to rid herself of the images, helped clear her mind. Too late to worry about what I should have done. The only option remaining was to fly on and hope she reached an island before she got too tired.

Because she'd planned this route earlier, Kitra knew islands were out this way -- they were her fail-safe, incase she hit bad weather. Apparently the map she'd based this route on had some minor errors, since she'd been flying through the rain for hours, and hadn't come across a single speck of land.

The winds pushed against her flight and each wing-stroke took double the effort. Freezing gusts blew her short fur flat, and her long fingertips ached from the cold. Her thick collar of neck fur collected the bulk of the rain water, weighing her down and straining her neck. For once, Kitra took comfort in the padding of her sling-bikini styled flightsuit. My legs and arms might be freezing, but at least my middle's warm and my mail is dry.

Her muscles tingled with the burn that signaled the beginnings of strain. She couldn't keep up flying for much longer.

Overhead, the setting sun tinged every angry, grey cloud with the auburn-blue haze of twilight. She had to reach land before the sun set. Her echolocation wouldn't work at night with all the rain and wind. On top of that, she really didn't want to drown because she got too tired to continue flying and failed to reach land in time. Without any other option than continue, she kept her wings moving, ignoring the tired ache in her arms.

Then, out in the distance, Kitra could see a hazy lump that signaled land. Her heart beat with a joyous flutter, and she used that burst of energy to pump her wings faster. All I have to do, is reach that island out there, and I can rest. I can wait out the storm there. I'll be safer than flying blind in a storm. Kitra took in a deep breath of salty ocean air and flapped toward the island.

The closer she got, the taller the island rose out of the ocean, looking more like a huge clifflike mountain jutting from the churning water below. When she reached the reddish crags, she flew around looking for a hole to slip inside. It didn't take long, and she had her pick what with the cliff peppered by a variety of openings. She chose one of the highest caves, landing feet first, digging her long-clawed toes into the cave floor. The flap of her wings as she settled into the ground sent up a cloud of salted rocks that filled her nose and mouth with a saline film.

When the dust settled, Kitra slipped inside the cave, her muscles in her arms and legs pulsed and throbbed randomly, while the membranes of her wings tingled from the long flight through the storm. Above her, the tunnel's ceiling stood high enough for her to spread her wings above her head without scraping any digits. Using the opportunity, she locked her knobby thumbs together and pulled gently for a good full stretch. That lessened the tingly sensation, but her head still swam as if she still fought through the storm.

In a last attempt to calm herself, she brought down her wings and shook out the flight by wriggling both her body and her membrane encased fingers, sending bits of water scattering off her. The patter of droplets hitting the cavern walls echoed around her, illuminating the cave and allowing her to sense more of her surroundings.

Before I do anything, I need to get away from this awful cold! Might as well see how far I have to go to get away from the drafts. With a glace, Kitra followed the high arched cavern ceiling before moving deeper into the cave. With little light, it took a few soft screeches (as only one of the bat races could make) using her echolocation to avoid stumbling blindly in the dark.

By the time the storms' winds stopped their icy blast against her back, she'd become encased in darkness. Kitra pulled on the straps of her goggles, loosening them until she could slip them around her nose to hang around her neck. Settling on the floor, she curled up into a ball, wrapping her wings around her body to retain what little heat she had left. Once I've warmed up a bit, I'm sure I can handle things better.

~

Someone is in my caves. Ryx snapped open his eyes at the thought. His cock throbbed against his belly as he shuffled to his feet. Stretching his neck out, he perked his ears while he listened. A soft, unnatural squeak reached him. Perhaps a bat.

His tail tips jittered in excitement. A pleasing pteropine female would feel so good right about now. Murring with a deep rumble that vibrated through his body, his excitement doubled. It'd be fun to have another set of wings to play with, and with her arms busy I could occupy myself with her body. Glancing at both his wings he gave them a wriggle while he rolled his shoulders. One perks of having both wings and arms.

Using his breath magic to create globules of blue smoky light above his head, Ryx left the warmth of his den to find what the storm had brought him. The blue glow of the magical lights melded with the red rocks of the cave, tinting everything in a haze of purple. He walked slowly, following the path marked by his stretching shadow, and taking the time to savor the anticipation with each scraping step.

It wasn't long before the sweet smell of a fruit eater permeated his nostrils. Like an intoxicating perfume it floated through the air, bringing with it notes of female pheromones. Ryx dribbled bits of pre he could no longer contain. So close. Just a little bit longer and then he'd get the release that he so badly needed.

~

Once Kitra could feel the warmth spread between the webbing of her winged fingers, she uncurled from her fetal position on the floor, and stretched out her legs. After such a strenuous flight, Kitra preferred the feel of a stretch to being all curled up. Throughout her many years of working as a messenger, she'd found it kept her more alert.

Now that she wasn't concerned about freezing to death, or drowning in a turbulent sea, she ran her long thumbs along the front of her flight suit. She checked her inverse pockets for all the correspondence and other transportable news that had pressed against her body throughout her flight.

Each package held a special purpose for both the sender and recipient, and Kitra treated them all with significance, delighting in the emotions of delivering long awaited news and letters. Everybeast responded differently depending on what they expected, which told Kitra a great deal about the exchange without ever having to pry. It also gave her some semblance of companionship in an otherwise lonely existence of constant travel -- messengers brought with them a certain level of excitement. Most enjoyed her shadow heading their way. In truth, they cared more about the news she brought them, over her, but she tried not to focus on that part.

The only one who really cared about seeing Kitra was her mother. She would be waiting on the cliff tops outside her house, staring out across the expanse of sea, waiting for Kitra's outline to appear amid the clouds. Despite her vigilance, she'll probably be the only one to lecture me for arriving after the storm.

Her mother had always hated Kitra's decision to become a messenger, and took every available opportunity to voice her disapproval. Before Kitra had joined, they'd actually been close. Now, all she gives me is disapproval and guilt. Her mother's words filtered through the howling winds -- infecting her mind. 'You'll never find a partner always traveling around. You'll end up alone forever, and I know what it's like to be alone. One day your 'love of adventure' will get you into trouble.' Kitra stopped herself before her thoughts got too carried away. I have to stop thinking about this. She's bringing me down and she's not even here!

It doesn't matter anyway. I chose this life, and I'm happy. Nodding to herself reaffirmed her enthusiasm. Sure I wish it was a bit less lonely, but I love the travel and adventure. I've been able to do things that few on the islands ever have. One day I'll settle down and have a family, but I don't know if now is the time. Kitra leaned back against the craggy wall behind her and stared at the opposite, somewhere beyond the darkness. Using the nail of her knobby thumb, she traced her sides where her flight-suit didn't cover. The tickly sensation of her nail brushing through her fur sent a wash of calm through her.

The problem wasn't about her job; Kitra knew her mother was reaching out because of loneliness. She was glad she had time off coming, and she planned to use that time to reconnect, so that her mother would know that, no matter where she went her daughter still loved her.

A sudden scraping sound from somewhere deeper in a cavern caught Kitra's attention, shattering her meandering thoughts. Every muscle in her body spasmed. Her head snapped toward that direction, her ears straining to read what the sound waves tried to tell her.

She listened through the silence until the scrape of nails against rock echoed in the distance. The heavy sound and subtle vibrations sent through the walls told her that whatever it was probably walked upright, and either had wings or dragged its head against the ceiling. I'm hoping for wings. I really don't want to think about the possibility of stumbling on a giant's home.

More silence followed. Eventually the distinct sound of nails breaking into rocks, dragging as they vaulted a large body in her direction, filtered to her ears.

Kitra had nowhere to go. She couldn't go back out into the storm. She can only hope that whatever was in here with her would overlook her in the dark. Doing her best not to make a sound, she brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her wings around herself in an attempt to become as small and unnoticeable as possible. Her heart pounded while her mind wandered frantically. I can't believe my crappy luck. Why does the only place to rest during the storm, have to have something in it? She kept her head above her wings, her attention still locked toward the sounds location. Please, please, please don't let it be something that wants to eat me.

Blinking into the darkness, she prayed the subtle flash of bluish light she'd just seen was a trick of her over imaginative mind. Yet as the flicker grew, illuminating the curve of the far-off tunnel, her breath caught in her throat. So much for hoping to hide in the dark. Panic spread through her like an electrical storm, forcing every last strand of fur to stand on end. To keep her body from shaking, she flexed her muscles taut, so much so, that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't look away.

The longer she stared, the more the bluish light appeared to twist and turn around the corner. Wispy curling tendrils of illuminated vapor that wrapped around jutting bits of the cavern, only to unwind and recede like the lapping ocean waves against the shore. With each second that passed, the twirly wisps of translucent blue haze puffed into cottony prehensile smoke.

Kitra could only guess how the smoke emitted light, and it glowed bright enough to cast a faint silhouette along the wall. Unable to tear her sights away from the oncoming smoke and approaching shadow (which became a myriad of foreboding creatures in the swells of downy, blue vapor) Kitra lay back her ears, wishing she could melt into the walls and disappear.

The intermittent scrape of footsteps set the beat that her heart pattered around. For every scraping step her heartbeat doubled, until it raced with the thunder of an army on horseback -- only audible to her ears. A bitter tang tainted her mouth and a drop rolled down her lip, confirming that she'd been her lip.

Without further warning, a single pressurized blast of smoke swept through the tunnel filling the cavern with its blue fog of a glow, turning the reddish rocks purple. Now encased in the odorless vapor, Kitra could see everything around her, including bits of glittering sparks that twinkled like dancing dust modes as they floated through the haze. The little specks sparkled brighter, adding a candlelight glow that quickly outshone the haze of blue fog and drove away all traces of shadows.

Fear overpowered her. Her eyes crossed and the world started to spin. She shut her eyes but that didn't stop the swirling, so she kept them open. A burst of nausea flooded through her, turning her mouth drier than when she'd flown through a sandstorm. Her head swam and her limbs went numb as if she tumbled down a vortex. As quick as the swirling nausea came, it vanished, leaving Kitra's skin tingling while she tried to get a grip on what came over her.

Still, Kitra stared down the tunnel, terror preventing any motion besides her pounding heart. The shadow of the impending creature grew and shrank as it molded around the rock walls. Until finally the aqua-scaled tip of its saurian muzzle peaked around the bend, leading the rest of his ocean-shaded dragon body into Kitra's line of sight.

He blocked the tunnel. The blue-sea-foam colored underside of his feathered wings took up the space his body didn't. Kitra found it hard to look away, not only was this the more unusual of dragons she'd ever seen, but he was rather attractive, and very naked. With the glow of light emanating from the very smoke around them, Kitra had no difficulty in seeing everything, right down to the molten-copper colored flecks in his feathers and scales. Guessing by the shapely cerulean-green lines of his muscled frame, Kitra figured he wasn't an ancient dragon -- but dragon ages were hard to pinpoint since they live so long.

Her mind raced as she scanned him in an attempt to pinpoint his species, but failed. His teal curled crest-feathers reminded her of the cockatoo clans she'd made deliveries for a few years ago. Despite the obvious avian attributes, including two long, teal-blue tail feathers that rode the wafts of smoke encircling him, he still displayed saurian features in his face shape, and limbs that shifted their coating from feathers to scales at the elbows and knees. Even the way his long scaled tail (the one between his smoke-surfing twin feathers) moved, with slow sweeps and a randomly curling-and-uncurling tip, alluded to some distant lizard heritage.

To an extent he embodied the varying stages of evolution between reptiles and birds. Including his wings, which reminded her of artifacts she'd seen while working with a dragon dignitary. Despite the circumstances, she still had a hard time forgetting the whole experience. It'd been the way he'd insisted on showing them to her and touting their importance like a hatchling showing off in front of company. All she'd seen were bits of broken pottery. Most of the shattered sections depicted some strange dragon variety with three claws at the end of feathered wings -- exactly like the dragon that stood in front of her. I wish I paid more attention. Might have come in handy now.

This dragon appeared nothing like that dignitary, smiling at her as if she were a long-lost friend. Stretching his long, feathery neck in her direction, he cocked his head to look at her sideways. His huge, aqua eye came close enough to see streaks of molten-copper highlighting his eye, like a polished geode. "Welcome to my caves." Swirls of colorful smoke left his mouth for each word he spoke. The shifting colors punctuated different tones in his speech, wafting and melding into different shades as it faded into the light around them. "I trust you're seeking shelter from the storm?"

Kitra shrank into herself as the dragon neared closer to her. A part of her mind was more curious than scared. Instinct still got the better of the reassuring sensations, and she hid her head beneath her wings, bonking her chin against her goggles and nipping her tongue on the way under.

Really? She scolded herself while staring at her knees. The shock of her freshly bitten tongue only exemplified her uncontrollable pulse. You're really going to hide like a child after he's already seen you and said hello? Just take a few deep breaths and calm down. Her ragged breath hit the backs of her legs, but for every exhale, her muscles unwound a little until she felt ready to look up.

The dragon chuckled as he followed the path of his head into the room, his body plumage ruffling to the rhythm of his laughter; the motion flashing shades of hidden copper as they caught the light from the crystalline flecks in the smoke. "I promise you, I have no intention of eating you." Whatever smoke that left his mouth began to swirl and dance for a few moments, creating little patterns of trailing color, before melding into the rest of the glow around them. "Visitors only end up here when the storms rage. It's been many years since a megabat's flown into my cave."

A flood of calm washed through her, and although she'd relaxed enough to release her grip on her knees, Kitra still didn't have enough control of her legs to stand up. She opened her mouth to begin speaking, but faltered over what she wanted to say, and sat momentarily with her mouth agape. All that filled her mind were the swirling colors and shifting curls of smoke -- it stole the words away.

"Forgive me," the dragon continued. Not one word left his craggy-lined lips without a wisp of multicolored smoke, as if his very breath contained dancing, swirling magic. "I spend so much time alone. There's seldom a need for introductions. My name is Ryx. I'd bid you welcome, except . . . I've done that already -- and the more I think about it, it seems out of place to welcome you to the place that holds me prisoner."

Kitra snapped her mouth closed. Dang. He talks a lot. I bet it's been a long time since he's talked to anyone. Unable to resist giving him a full body glace, she smiled inwardly. Such a shame too, to let such a stunning creature to go to waste. Only a few wing reaches away, Ryx stood close enough to see that the short teal feathers covering his body clung to every curving line of muscle, enhancing the shadows there. "I'm Kitra." Squinting to bring herself back into the moment, she said the first thought that sprung into her mind. "How long have you been here?" Her voice came out more mumbled and mousy than she planned. She shrugged it off. It's too late to turn back now anyway. Might as well barrel on ahead see what happens.

~

"Long enough that I've decided to stop keeping count." He gave what he'd intended to be a wry smile, but the way his lips curled felt more of a grimace than he intended, so he chuckled again.

Taking in another deep breath he filled his nostrils with Kitra's fruity scent, like some kind of ambrosia nectar. He almost came, except that would ruin the glamor magic he was using to hide his erection. It'd probably spoil the hypnotic effect of his smoke altogether. The point isn't to scare the poor girl, as I'm sure a splurt in the face would do. Not to mention the shock of realizing the seemingly kind dragon in front of her, in reality has a raging hard-on and is fucking with her head.

"If you'd like, you're welcome to come stay in my den. It's far warmer than these drafty tunnels." It took much effort to blow smoke continually as he talked. Eventually she'd be so dazed and compliant he wouldn't need to do so much. Until then he used his crazed state to fuel the bursts of shifting, swirling smoke, that would convince her everything was okay, and make it practically impossible for her to say no to anything he suggested. At least, that's what happened the last time I used my smoke.

Damned forgetfulness spell. Damned wizard. It took too much concentration to focus on blowing smoke and influencing Kitra's mind. Ryx couldn't focus on fighting his curse. At least I'll know whether it's working soon enough. I'll just play it chastely and watch her reactions. He cleared his throat to charge his smoke again. "I know I'd like the company," he said with a hopeful tone.

She nodded, her large caramel-colored eyes noticeably following the trails of smoke that danced around him. "Thank you. It'd be a refreshing change to spend time with someone I'm not doing business with." Without more than a head-shake that unlocked her eyes from his, she rocked up from the floor onto her feet. Parting her wings, in a shaky attempt to steady her wobbly legs, revealed herself to him.

Ryx couldn't resist staring. Kitra's lithe shape bore just enough hip and breast to make her obviously not a boy. The line of her brown wing membranes traced her curves, forbidding anyone from wrapping their arms around her waist without bending her wings. Like most of the bats that crossed his path, Kitra only wore enough clothes to cover her center. I'm not sure anybeast can define a cutout strip of black fabric as clothing; but if that's what their kind wants to wear, I'm not going to complain.

She possessed all the features of a typical flying fox, from her pink-tipped, pointed nose, to her round mousy ears, and a furry neck collar the color of raw honey (Mmmmm fruit and honey), all wrapped in short brown fur. Resting on top of her furred neck fluff rested a pair of goggles. It gave her a top heavy appearance, with goggles atop fur over breasts. Ryx couldn't see much of her hair because she wore it pulled tight against the back of her head. He began to salivate, but cleared his throat to keep his drool at bay.

When she looked back at him, he smiled, instead of letting his jaw drop. "What sort of business do you do?" He offered to take her hand in his, then remembered wing membranes encased her hands, so he swept toward his den instead. At least she can't get lost with my smoke guiding her.

"I'm a mail courier. Mostly for beasts off the islands." Her sent wafted around her as she walked past him. "I was heading home for final deliveries before taking some time off. Guess I was a little too anxious for a vacation when I tried to go around the storm. Thought it would save me time." She giggled. "It didn't exactly work out that way."

"Do you like what you do?" Ryx followed close enough that he could watch her walk. He chewed his lower lip glimpsing the back of her outfit; the thick black material covered enough of her ass to be descent, while still showing a scandalous curve of each muscled cheek. And that cute little tail peeking through her outfit -- it follows the sway of her hips as she walks! Since she wasn't facing him, he let a little bit of pre dribble down his cock.

"I love all the travel, and I get to meet some interesting people." With her nose in the air, she kept her gaze upward, following the high arch of the cavern while she walked. "Sometimes that's all it is, travel and flying from one person to the next. I don't really slow down until I have vacation time coming."

She stopped and turned around. Her wings folded up so that her thumbs interlocked above her breasts -- little bits of honey-colored fluff peaking through that window. If it weren't for the fabric covering those tasty melons. Ryx envisioned how squished together they looked beneath her outfit, then shifted his sights to her large caramel eyes.

"I didn't mean to act so silly after you said hello. It was foolish, but I just didn't think there'd be somebeast living here. I don't really deal with random encounters much."

Unsure what to say, he stared back at her, blinking to mask his discomfort. She sure can talk a lot. Her behavior triggered the realization of a half-forgotten thought into his foggy mind. His skin tingled in excitement. Maybe my magic does work the way I remember! Then the more she talks the better. With any luck she'll start to get really loopy and relaxed. His mind continued to race. I still can't rush this too much. If I want her to have my child and raise it, she can't hate anything that happens here. If this is going to work, she has to want this to happen. "It's no bother. I'm always alone here. A little bit of fear is a little expected when a big dragon looms out of a cave."

Kitra nodded, then looked away. "Fair enough." She resumed walking toward his den. "Why can't you leave?"

"A wizard trapped me here and cursed me with forgetfulness. I can't remember how to escape, so I find ways to pass the time." He liked the way Kitra's wings folded while she walked. Since her hands were her wings (and the webbing connected her hands to her legs), the membrane pulled, folded and rippled like some brown stretchy material trying to stick to one shape, but failing.

"What is there to do here?" she asked keeping her head upturned.

"It varies. The storms usually bring a visitor or two, but when the winds are calm I find my own amusement. If I didn't, I'd probably have lost my mind a long time ago."

Kitra came to an abrupt stop. Raising her wing, she pointed with her long thumb. "Is that something you do with your time?"

As he stretched his neck out, Ryx focused in the direction she pointed. They'd finally come to the entrance of his den where he'd carved back the rock to make his home bigger. "Those scratches? I did them after I enlarged this tunnel to make my den. I preferred the look of it to the rough rock edges, so I just kept going." Some carvings concerned his memories, but he chose to keep that bit of info to himself. The point of inviting her back to his den, wasn't to reminisce about wizards and curses. I'd much rather get her wet because she thinks I'm an artist, instead of pity over the questionable grip I might have on my mind.

"Scratches? It's beautiful." Rushing toward the carvings, Kitra reached out and traced her fine thumbnail in the deep claw marks he'd dug into the wall. "It's like a swirly maze or a series of spiraling knots." She looked back at him without taking her wing off the wall. "This must have taken forever to do. It's the most intricate wall art I've ever seen. It covers the whole area. Even the ceiling."

Ryx shrugged. "I try not to keep track of the time. It just amuses me to add to the carvings now and then."

She turned back to the wall. "I can't believe you did this all with your claws." Unfurling her wing until the membrane stretched taught, her long, bony fingers reached as far along the wall as seemingly possible.

"It's not like I have many tools at my disposal." Ryx couldn't resist eying Kitra's body in that fully spread position. She's so much smaller than me. Mmmmm maybe she'll make a perfectly tight fit. His feathers rippled in anticipation.

"I suppose you're right," she said continuing to ogle his art. "Still, it's really remarkable. I've been traveling for years and never seen anything like this."

"There's not much for me to use as an influence." He grinned, enjoying her interest. "I just keep scratching until it starts to look right." She's not the typical sea wench or waif-type that usually washes onto my island. Her mind might be a little harder to control than most. Ryx almost laughed, but stopped himself. I could use a good challenge after sitting around idle for so long.

"Well, it's time well spent, in my opinion." Kitra left the den entrance letting her wing trail along the wall. When she moved far enough that her wing fell away from the cavern, she swayed toward the ground, but caught herself without missing a beat. Giggling, she looked back at Ryx. "I guess I must still have a bit of residual flight in me. That storm really pushed my limits. I think it might be best if I sit down for a moment."

"Make yourself comfortable." Ryx sat back and watched the effect of his smoke work its magic.

Zigzagging her way toward a pile of furs, Kitra stumbled down to her knees, her ass sticking in the air, before she turned around, rearranging herself on Ryx's sleeping furs. She looked up at him with a giddy grin. "It's better sitting."

Ryx nodded. He remained in the entrance, waiting to see what she might do next. Not like watching her spread out on my furs is such a horrible sight. Figuring it wouldn't hurt to keep some extra smoke going, he sent little tendrils through his nostrils.

With a wandering gaze she fidgeted, finally bringing her thumbs behind her head. "You don't mind if I take my hair down? It's so tight. I can't sleep with it like this." Not stopping for his response, she slipped off the goggles hanging around her neck and set them by her foot. She reached her thumbs behind her head, fiddling with her hair until it all came tumbling down in big coppery-crimped waves. "They make us keep it braided for the aerodynamics." Still using only her thumb, she reached through the side of her outfit and rummaged around, only to bring out a long comb.

Fascinated, Ryx moved into the room for a better look at her. "How does anything fit into that outfit?"

Kitra laughed. "I know. It seems a little silly. Might as well fly naked, right? It's part of the uniform, but it comes in handy." Clutching the comb between her palm and thumb, she dragged it through her hair. "It's lined with all these pockets for me to fill with letters. Whatever's left empty, I pack with anything I might need for the trip."

"You mean . . . all of you dress like that?" Ryx's mind reeled at the thought of a fleet of bat girls, all in strips of fabric for clothing. An ache in his balls got him twitching at that thought. I think I need to sit down myself. He crossed his den so he could sit opposite yet still near Kitra. She jiggles so cutely while she's sitting there. I could watch her brush her hair all day, just to see her bounce.

"Pretty much every bat courier does." With a shake of her head, she tossed her crimped hair behind her and returned the comb to its hidden pocket. "The males' are cut differently, but they're all the same idea."

If only I could read minds as well as control them. He chewed his lower lip with impatience. Maybe, then I could tell how well my smoke's working, and get down to business. Clearly, it affected her, but giddy drunkenness wasn't exactly what he wanted. Focusing his mind on increasing her arousal, Ryx let another swell of smoke out. "I bet you all cut quite a figure in the skyline."

~

Laughing made the twinkly lights in Ryx's smoke sparkle, so Kitra continued to take every opportunity to enjoy the effect. Her giggles echoed amid the high carved ceiling, while her gaze swept about the room. "Nobeast has ever said anything to me about it, so I've never given it much thought." She enjoyed the floating colors that swirled around the dragon's protruding muscles, and kept her sights on him. "But I'm glad you think so."

In all her travels, she'd never really come across any dragons worth her time. Most saurians she worked for were high-ranking officials and dignitaries who considered themselves too important to deliver anything other than commands. None of them would give her the time of day, despite what her opinion of them was -- which suited her just fine. The remaining dragons didn't mind using their wings to deliver their own mail -- most days.

Something about Ryx seemed different from all of them. Kitra couldn't really think of what, but she liked it. Even the way he watched her, his eyes tracing over every inch of her body. She could feel his need from across the room. I bet it's been a long time since a female's turned up on his island.

A giddy flush warmed her body as realization hit. He wants me! Everything, save for his flaccid sheath, hinted that Ryx wanted her. Maybe with a bit of flirting, he might be a bit more interested.

Then a spark of reality froze those desires. Do I really want to mate with a cursed dragon I met in a random cave in the middle of the ocean?

She searched her mind for reasons not to, but nothing stuck in her mind; the sparkly colors of the smoke and twisting patterns on the walls around them kept stealing away her train of thought. After a bit of effort, it didn't seem worth trying to think about it anymore. Besides, it's been a long time since I've been with a male. All my travel doesn't really afford many opportunities for relationships -- but one night of fun could be a great way to begin my vacation. He's not going anywhere. So what would the harm be in having a little fun?

Using her thumbs to pull at her shoulder straps, Kitra stared down at her clothes. "I've never been a fan of the uniform." She released them with an audible snap, but the sting wasn't sharp enough to cause a wince, instead she arched her lips into a sultry grin. "Since you seem to share chiropteran sense of modesty, I don't suppose you'd be bothered if I took this off. It can be a bit uncomfortable to sleep in."

Ryx shook his head. "Whatever makes you comfortable." No smile, save for the twinkle in his eye, gave away his desires.

Kitra recognized that look. It told her all she needed to know. "Thanks." She trailed her thumbnails along the sides of her flightsuit. "All that ocean flying gets salt crystals in the weirdest places." Kitra liked the thought of Ryx wanting her; it got her skin tingling. Playing with him might be fun. I'll just have to go for it and see what happens. "If I don't get all the salt out of my fur, it gets all dusty in the morning."

Kitra slipped her thumbs beneath the snaps of her outfit, just above her crotch, and flicked them to release. The taught fabric loosened, the bottom falling free to hang off her tail. Lifting the flightsuit over her head, she tossed it aside, revealing her body to Ryx. While sprawled out on his dragon nest, Kitra leaned back, flicking at flecks of salt that clung to bits of her short fur.

Ryx remained silent, but Kitra kept casting a glance his way. She caught the slight curl at the edges of his teal-blue lips. His feathers fluffed, and he rapped the three tips of his tail against the ground. His dick still remained in its sheath.

Disappointed, but not a bit deterred, Kitra flapped her wings to help herself onto her feet. Guess he needs a bit more work to get in the mood. She turned so her back faced him, and shook herself until her fur stood on end. Giggling, she bent over to brush the salt off her legs, showing Ryx what she hoped was an excellent view of her ass and pussy.

That got a disgruntled snort out of Ryx. "Do you mean to flaunt your body at me?"

Without looking at Ryx, she continued to dust salt from her fur. "Why? Do you like what you see?"

Ryx murred. "You have no idea how long it's been since I've seen a creature as lovely. If you keep doing that, I don't know if I can contain myself."

"Is that so?" She turned her head to give him a grin, and saw his thick black cock protruding from its sheath, erect and throbbing its need. "I've never had a dragon lover before," she whispered in a coy voice.

"If you'd like, that could change." Ryx grinned, pushing himself up. He walked toward her, the tip of his dick aiming her way.

The shock of that thick, bobbing shaft sent her standing upright. Keeping her back to Ryx, she debated how she could take a cock that size. Guess dragons are big for a reason. They've got to put all that meat somewhere. Smiling to herself, until Ryx's shadow stood over her.

Ryx pressed his dick against the small of her back while he traced his hands up her arms.

Shivering with anticipation, she nibbled her lip to keep herself calm. I won't gain anything by rushing.

The ridges along the bottom of his shaft nestled her, sending warmth and the steady beat pulsing through his member and into her. He held her so close, she could feel the taper in the ridges as the traveled to his tip.

Kitra took a deep breath, but couldn't stop the steamy sensation between her thighs. It's too late to turn back now. Kitra gulped down the lump that had formed in her throat. "It's been a long time since I've had a lover. What with all the travel I do -- "

Ryx shushed her. Trailing his hand through her hair, he moved it over her shoulder until he'd bared part of her neck. Slowly, he brought his head down, kissing her. His scaled lips slid along her velveteen fur without effort, parting those short hairs to reach the sensitive flesh beneath.

Unable to contain herself, Kitra let out a gasp followed by a sharp moan.

Ryx's contented purr-like groan filled her ears, vibrating her skin with each delivered kiss. A blast of odorless smoke burst from his nostrils, filling her vision with swirls of tumbling fog. The only sights she could see were the twirling sparkly lights before her eyes. Their glow comforted her, so much so that her muscles relaxed into Ryx's grasp. She slumped against his broad chest; his dick pinned between them, throbbing so hard it made her hips twitch.

"One thing," Ryx whispered into her ear, "I have to tell you, before anything goes too far." He slipped a hand over her shoulder to cup her breast. "I want you to know, that if you mate with me, you'll bare my child."

Kitra's mouth hung open, but no sound came out, her thoughts frozen on his words as he continued.

"I can not help you. That is my curse, but if you should choose to raise my child -- who knows the possibilities!" His tail crept between her legs, the trident tip dancing up her thighs until it reached her mound. Thumbing her nipple in gentle circles, his silky scales sliding over her taught flesh, Ryx brought his head toward her ear. "I don't want to do anything you don't want. If you tell me to stop, I will."

No. "Please don't." Distracted by the sharp bursts of pleasure that spread through her chest with each circle his thumb made, her mind stumbled for the words. "You . . . you said that you're cursed with forgetfulness, right? What if that's something you forgot?" The dancing lights swayed, outlining the intertwining lines carved into the walls. "I can risk it for something that feels this good."

Ryx's thumb stopped. He gripped her shoulders and spun her around so fast the room wobbled. Squinting at her for a drawn-out moment, he eyed the length of her, before he gripped her shoulders and lifted her up for a kiss.

Not expecting his strength or the kiss, Kitra gasped, opening her mouth. Just in case something wavered, she gripped his arms with her thumbs.

It didn't surprise her when Ryx's flat-tipped tongue brushed against hers. He moaned before she did, and she relaxed into the vibrations that melded through her skull and down her spine. Continuing the kiss, Ryx lifted her over the edge of his nest and laid her atop soft furs.

When he broke their kiss, he tilted his head back and gave her an all-over glance. "You taste as sweet as you smell."

"All that fruit has its advantages." She grinned, her body thrumming from the compliment.

He returned her smile. "You wouldn't mind if I see what other parts of you are juicy."

"Please," she moaned a bit more forcefully that she'd intended. Giggling to mask her nerves only made the lights above Ryx's head flash and spin faster.

While he kissed his way down her body, he stopped at both nipples, cupping her brown-furred breasts in his cerulean-green hands before moving down her waist. Once he reached her mound, she looked at him and realized his tail had slipped between them, and trailed around the hairs of her groin. With the tridental tip, he parted her outer labia, revealing the more sensitive flesh to him, and exposing her to the curling tendrils of vapor that filled the room. That subtle touch, combined with Ryx's digits tracing along the entrance of her pussy, sent her wild.

Electric shivers traveled the length of her, keeping her fur charged and on end. The gentle tickle of Ryx's touch quickly became an ache. She spread her thighs wider to invite him closer. To emphasize how much she wanted him, she pulled her wings up so that her thumbs twirled through her hair, angled her breasts at him and cocked her hips, hoping to pose herself in a way Ryx couldn't resist.

Ryx didn't. While kissing his way up her thigh, his middle tail-tip slid around her clit.

Oh my, yes! She'd never been with anybeast scaled before, and she let out a long moan over the feel of tiny, bumpy scales gliding circles along her sensitive flesh.

Once his lips reached her sex, he circled her opening with his tongue, before dipping it in as if he were feeding from a flower. He visibly shivered, every line in his face relaxing and making him appear somewhat drunk. "You're delicious."

Before she could reply, he thrust his tongue back in, replacing her thoughts with the pleasure that coursed through her.

Ryx's thick tongue had a rounded flat end that he used to rub her inner walls. Gently massaging her with his tongue, he slipped it in deeper, and deeper, while his tail swirled around her clit.

In order to watch him better, she tilted her head until his darting teal-gradient head familiarizing himself with her tender sex came into view. By the look on his face, he might as well have been enjoying the finest dining a genie couldn't afford. What made it even better, was how each lick of his tongue found every last aching place inside her.

In a flash, she bolted upright, unable to contain her squeal. Glancing down at Ryx she caught his smile. "That's it! That's my spot, right there!"

Giving no more of a response than a contented chuckle, Ryx continued to rub her spot with his tongue, only retracting it twice to add her juices to her outer folds. The slickness only increased her satisfaction while his tail swirled around her clit.

Every inch of her body tingled, and every touch made her groan over how amazing it all felt. Whenever her glace wandered, the dancing lights that traced the carvings in the walls made her a bit dizzy, so she kept her eyes closed.

Without any visual distractions, Ryx's touches intensified, inflaming her skin with titillations. His hands cupped both cheeks of her bottom, using his thumbs to trace the curve between her ass and thighs. With his wings stretched out, his feathers traced along the membranes of her wings, using his long primaries to tickle her nipples. The muscles of his tongue pulsed as the flat end rubbed her spot. Even his triple pronged tail wriggled while it held her lips spread and attended to her sensitive nub. Not a single touch Ryx delivered provided anything other than blissful gratification.

It's all too much! It's too good! When the echo of her pre-orgasmic screams reached her ears and set off her echolocation, she couldn't contain herself anymore. A shudder thundered through her, forcing out a screech while her body exploded in climax, muscles twitching on every new bolt of euphoria.

None of that stopped him from continuing to taste her, sucking her down like a hummingbird at flowers. Lingering at her mound, he thrust his tongue past her spasming tunnel, no matter how tight, he forced his way through. The stretching from his push pleasured her as much as his tongue swirling around her nether lips.

Kitra reveled in her orgasm. Rapid heartbeat, pulses of tingling electricity sent through every vein, the numbing throb left in its wake, and the full body relaxation and giddy bliss of total release all filled her. Sprawled in the position her last convulsion left her, her wings at an angle and one knee raised, she inhaled huge lungfuls of air. Laying there, staring at the knot-carvings, she couldn't resist a smile. I never thought a dragon could feel this unbelievable. It's such a shame all the dragons I've met are stuck-up image whores.

Taking in another happy breath, a tickle crept upon her, one that became an ache, a longing for more. Her feeling of satisfaction a distant memory -- and she wanted it back! A tongue really wasn't what she needed. She craved the sensation of a thick, ribbed cock thrusting into her. And she knew just how to get it.

Staring into Ryx's aquatic eyes she moaned in a tone drenched with her own desire, "You got me all nice and wet. I need you to take me, Ryx. Right now." Surprised by her own emphasis, Kitra almost stopped him, but her lust demanded she be sated. She remained poised.

Ryx didn't require further goading. He crawled upward until he hovered over her.

Unable to resist glancing down at the huge, black conical-headed phallus Ryx positioned between her legs, she gasped at the size of it compared with her small frame. The pointed tip pressed against her slit, easing the stretch as he pushed his way in.

Not concerned over how loud she screamed, she let it all out as her muscles stretched around his cock. The ridges along his shaft sending shivers up her spine, lurching Kitra forward so their body and hips met in unison. Never in her entire life had a male filled her so completely, and her thoughts lingered on that deep gratifying feeling.

When he shifted his hips, pulling out, Kitra tilted back her head until the twisted carvings along the walls filled her vision. With the dancing lights following the curves and spirals of the interwoven knots, she lost herself in their winding patterns, floating with the lights as they spun. Even Ryx's dick sliding back into her intensified the sensation of swirling levitation laced in ecstasy. She closed her eyes and let herself disappear into the sensations. "Yes, Ryx! I need you."

Slipping her wings behind Ryx's arms, she locked her thumbs around his shoulders in the cleft where his bones merged into wings. Gripping his hips with her thighs, she clung to him while he thrust, shifting her own hips to meet his. She nestled her cheek against the soft, teal feathers covering his chest, enjoying the weight of him. Beneath her legs, his muscles flexed as he thrust. His cock throbbed against her tight walls. Not once did he miss a tender or electric spot, he hit them all.

Just don't stop! She'd do anything to continue the pleasure coursing through her. Nothing else mattered. I don't care what happens. I'll remember this moment for the rest of my life. She wanted to. It all felt too good to forget. Ecstasy outweighed any risk, and she allowed herself to melt into the moment.

~

Ryx loved it when they gave in. It makes everything infinitely more fun. He pulled out of her to watch her fine brows wrinkle with sadness. Waiting for a moment so he could get her really wanting him, before he slammed back in to see her face relax again in bliss. If she were a cat, she'd purr.

With her wings wrapped around him, he lifted her so his hand could slide down her back.

She gasped, moving her muzzle up his chest until her nose graced his neck. Her warm breath ruffled the feathers there, sending wafts of sugary fruit smell to his nostrils.

All control now belonged to him. Thanks to his smoke, Kitra should be willing to do anything for as many orgasms as her body could handle. Ryx wanted to give them to her. To get her to climax while under my influence will only solidify her good memories of me. Meanwhile, he planned to enjoy the feel of her soft, tight brown body writhing beneath him.

It'd been too long since he'd been with a female so much smaller than him. Her pussy sucked his dick greedily, clinging every time he pulled out, like she didn't want to give up his shaft except by force. To test that, he pulled out slow, as far as he could.

Her hips followed him, and when he moved beyond the reach of her grasping thighs, she moaned with a whimpered cry until he slammed his dick back into her. Only when fully nestled in her, did she sigh with a happy smile on her lips.

"You like that?" Ryx grunted, flicking his cock while he rubbed his pelvis against hers. His balls bumped against her soft ass, and he couldn't resist a contented rumble of his throat.

Kitra nodded. "Oh yes, Ryx. Don't stop!"

"I won't until we're spent and sticky."

She wrapped her legs around him with a squeal.

Mentally chuckling to himself he embraced her and pulled her close. Rocking backward onto his haunches, he took Kitra with him.

Once there, she released her thumbs' grip on his shoulders, forcing him to unlock his hands from behind her. Spreading her wings wide, she flapped them in sharp downward strokes. The motion helped her bounce while he thrust upwards, their hips meeting with a loud, wet smack.

At this angle, Ryx could watch her breasts, under that ruffle of honey-colored fur, bounce, and her tight lips suck down his dick. Her wetness coated him with juices, making each delve into her softer, slicker, and ever more delightful. I needed this so bad! He grunted, lifting his hips so that no matter how she moved, she remained filled.

The way her taught nipples made little circles while she moved, enticed Ryx to reach out and thumb them. When he did, she moaned, arching her back and pressing her breasts into his palms.

Her pussy's so soft, so warm. Leaning back against the edge of his nest, he watched Kitra ride him. Her thighs flexed, sending the motion up her spine like a cracked whip, arching her body with the lithe curve of a slithering snake. With her wings above her head she continued to rock her hips, rolling his cock against every tender spot that got her face contorted in giddy pleasure. I love those faces she makes. It's wonderful to have a partner get really into it.

The more he thrust, the faster his balls began to twitch. He didn't want to come just yet, and if he didn't change something soon, he probably couldn't stop. Moving his hands from her breasts, he slipped them underneath her ass. In one fluid motion he stopped her rocking and lifted her off his dick. The air outside Kitra's soft folds held a chill that shocked him back to a state that gave him more control.

When he lay her back on his nest, she gave him an open-mouthed look of dissatisfied shock.

Ryx couldn't resist a chuckle. At least she's enjoying herself. "Turn around and I'll put it back in."

Kitra's face lit up, and she scrambled to comply. Resting on what served as her wing's palm, her fingers splayed, wrinkling the webbing like folds of cloth, she lifted her ass in the air, flicking her tail up and flashing him her tight puckered hole above the glistening folds of her sex. Still stretched a bit, her tunnel gaped at him, inviting him back into her warm depths.

Shifting onto his knees, he leaned forward inching into her -- her scream escalating to a high-pitched squeal when his thighs slid behind hers. He lay his chest on her back, propping himself on the wall in front of him, to keep his weight off her. This position offered a better feel for how deep she could take him, with the added bonus of a space between their legs to slip his tail through. With his tail positioned at the cleft of her mound, he spread her labia so his tail's central prong could swirl around her clit.

That got a lovely screech out of her.

He pumped his hips, slow at first, until he found a rhythm he liked. Maintaining steady swirls around her bean, he made sure to slide his tip around any sensitive part that got her gasping and shaking.

The faster he flicked his tail, the sharper her noises reached. Her muscles clenched so tight around his shaft, it took a bit of effort to pull out, only to thrust back in.

"You gonna come for me, Kitra?" Letting one arm fall away from the wall, he leaned onto the other while using his free hand to cup her head, turning her so she glanced back at him.

Her eyes had a faraway haze in them, despite locking her gaze with his. She smiled with a sultry lust that made her look drunk. "I'm so close! Ryx, make me come."

Keeping her head in that position, he quickened the pace of his thrusts, until the only sounds were the slick slapping of their thighs and their mimed groans of pleasure. When she snapped her eyelids shut, her noises changed to a high squeal and her muscles clenched down around his cock. A warm burst of wetness hit his balls, and he let out a roar of triumph. "Yes! Come, Kitra. Let me feel how much you want it."

She pushed back against his thrusts, her long toes twitching next to his calves while she screamed. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes. "I'm coming -- so hard!"

With his thighs pressed to hers, he ground his hips in short thrusts. Her wetness coated him, dripping down his balls and sending shivers up his spine. He didn't need to hold back any longer, and let the orgasm, begging for release, burst from him.

The entire length of his body shuddered, and his muscles pulsed. A thick spurt of come blasted into her, adding to the slickness, and making him shoot again. For a second, his mind went blank as sparks flashed before his vision. Digging his toes into his nest, Ryx loosened his grip on her neck, returning his hand to the wall. Helped by the new leverage, he maintained an upward buck of his hips, squirting another load with an added growl.

When his sack twitched to signal that he'd fired his last load, he slid his dick out. His cock glistened like a polished black stone. Pulling back, he looked down at her full pussy to see a line of his come dribbling down her folds and plop onto the furs lining his nest.

Ryx watched her heave while her ass remained in the air. Unable to hold himself up anymore, he slumped onto his back, leaning against the edges of his nest. She looks so good all scrunched up with a smile on her face, her cunny overflowing with my juices. I could stare at that all day.

Closing his eyes, he relaxed, allowing his body to soak up the moment. His head rolled from side to side in big sweeping arcs. Tingling numbness spread through his muscles, leaving him with no desire to do anything but lay there, relaxed in a moment of pure ecstasy.

He wouldn't have moved, except a shuffling and the sensation of a warm furry body between his legs urged him to open his eyes. Kitra crawled up his thighs, positioning her face against his dick. "You probably shouldn't do that." Allowing a grin to quirk his lips, he met the sultry gaze she cast up at him. "I'm a bit sensitive after all that."

"Maybe I want you that way." Her soft breasts rubbed against his balls. The tip of her furred neck-collar traced the tingling flesh, making him yelp. "Maybe I'm not done with you yet. Maybe I want to see how phenomenally I can make a big dragon like you feel."

What a quirky attitude she's got with all her inhibitions down. Deciding to remain silent, he watched her frame her wings around him, miming her expression when she scrunched up her nose in a cute smile.

Kitra's entire attention then turned to his still swollen cock. At the base, she ran her smooth tongue up along the ridges of his shaft, and when she reached the head, she swirled her tongue around the tender glands and up the tip. From the size of her head, compared with his dick, her mouth would probably be just as tight a fit as her pussy.

Opening her long foxish maw, she hovered over his shaft. Swirling her tongue around the head a few more times before she slid her lips down, encasing him in her warm mouth.

A sharp gasp slipped out, and his hips jumped as sharp jolts of post orgasmic sensitivity shifted his body for him.

Her small teeth, only suitable for eating fruit, left a soft nubbly sensation as she moved up and down. When she got down as far as her lips could reach, she stretched her mouth a bit wider to slide down a couple extra inches.

Murring, he relaxed against the edge of his nest, stretching out one hand to rest on the back of her head. Watching her head bob, his mind lost on Kitra's skill. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a partner as knowledgeable. I wish I could remember this. It'd give me something new to think about once this is over. Unfortunately he didn't have control over what the spell took or let him keep.

The more Kitra sucked, the less his dick twitched from tenderness. Instead it began to pulse with a new excitement as a surge of fresh desire crept into him. "You keep doing that, and I'm going to have to fuck you again."

After taking his shaft so deep her lips graced his groin, the head of his cock sliding past the curve of her throat, Ryx threw his head back and growled. When she released him, their eyes met. Grabbing the back of her head, he nudged her upward. "Come here, sexy. Let me make you come again."

Kitra didn't hesitate, and Ryx made true his promise.

Their mating went on for so long that Ryx lost himself in the experience. Kitra's lithe body gave him more pleasure than he'd had in years. By how much wetness she shot down his sack, Ryx could tell he'd made a similar impact. He never expected to get such a workout from a fruit bat. She had a spirit that saw no end to her quaking lust. Granted, some of that was due to the help of his smoke, but his smoke only intensified what was already there. She wouldn't behave that way if some part of her didn't already have those traits. His smoke just made it easier for those behaviors to come out.

It wasn't until she passed out in a crumpled heap that Ryx got a chance to settle down from the whole experience. He watched her sleep, her chest slowly rising and falling beneath her wings that she'd spread around herself like a blanket.

I wonder what will happen when she leaves here. None of them ever come back. He sighed, shifting in his nest to lean his head atop the ledge of furs. Once she left the boundary of the island, his influence over her would fade -- with time, he could only guess if his kindness might outweigh whatever violation she might feel. Who knows, she might never believe I controlled her through the magic of my smoke. He shrugged to himself. Either way, i_t gives me something else to wonder about while I endure this eternity of sameness. I can only hope I've left a decent enough impression. For my child's sake, anyway._

All those thoughts swirled in his mind as the exhaustion of his activities finally caught up with him, and he drifted into a dreamless sleep. He didn't wake until he heard rustling in his nest. Not needing to open his eyes, he kept his breathing steady, listening while Kitra shuffled out of the nest. Her toes clacked against the rocks of the cavern floor and rustling fabric told Ryx that Kitra rushed to get dressed in the hopes of making a quick getaway.

The tunnels lacked the familiar droning whistle of the night's storm. Weather never lasts long on this island. I suppose I have the wizard to thank for that too. He sighed, and Kitra's shuffling stopped.

A few minutes passed before she resumed, her sounds now softer, more careful.

I must have scared her. Ryx chuckled in his thoughts, but remained motionless. Keeping still until her sounds faded from his earshot, her departure left him wondering how long it would be before he'd see another creature turn up on his island again. He'd lost track last time, all that remained certain was it had been very long.

Once he believed Kitra had gone deep enough into the cave that she wouldn't notice his part of the tunnels anymore, he rolled onto his back, spreading out so he took up more space in his nest. When he opened his eyes, the smoke had dissipated while he slept, leaving the cave dark.

Clearing his throat, he exhaled a stream of smoke, it broke into little globules and floated upward, glowing brighter and casting a light that filled the room. With his hands behind his head, he stared upward at the carvings that told the story of his memories, of the thoughts he never wanted to forget.

As he retraced his experiences, it reminded him of Kitra. She'd been a difficult mind for his smoke to influence, fighting him all the way to the end. Most females who reached his island were either shipwrecked damsels or pirates. Neither of those personalities were all that resistant to his magic. Kitra had been different. Any other female would have thrown caution to the wind within seconds of him encasing them in his smoke. Contrary to his experiences, a petite fruit bat had taken every effort of his concentration to influence.

He couldn't help getting a bit impressed when she revealed her reasoning for giving in. She'd said, 'Maybe the wizard's curse made you forget that you couldn't father children.' Or something to that extent, the exact words eluded him.

Letting his gaze wander around the room at all the memories he'd carved into the cave, he chuckled aloud, the soft sound echoing against the empty room. To think that I'd be foolish enough not to add that memory to my wall. He scanned each section of wall searching for the memory of fathering children to escape his captivity.

When he didn't find it on the ceiling, he rolled onto his stomach and searched the walls. The memory wasn't anywhere in his line of sight.

With a pounding pulse, he rose from his nest and headed to the parts of his cave he couldn't see from his nest. He checked every corner, but the longer he searched without a result, the more panicked he became.

Have I really been so stupid to forget the only resolve I've had while trapped in this horrible island! Frantically, he ran his hands over the carvings, as if touching them would help him remember. It didn't. How could I let my dick's demands distract me from fighting the wizard's curse!

"Maybe, Kitra's wrong. How would she know anyway? Her words were just my magic forcing her to find a reason to follow through with what I wanted." Ryx turned to survey the room again. "Right?"

Beginning at his nest, he retraced the knotted symbols that held his memories, but no matter where he looked, that particular memory had vanished. I have to carve this in before I lose it! I can't lose the only thing I had against that damn wizard!

After a quick scan of the cavern he found an empty section in a corner, between the curves of the back tunnel near the ceiling. He set to work, digging his claws into the red rocks to continue the pattern of interwoven knots that depicted his memories.

While he worked, a nagging thought crept into his mind. Why wouldn't I have carved that memory into the walls?

"Maybe I've lost the section I carved it in," he grumbled to himself. But that didn't make sense, or he would have seen something strange about the patterns. Wouldn't he? What if I've forgotten my own carved language, what if I keep changing it?

It doesn't matter. "I'm carving this memory despite how many times I may have scrawled it on these walls." Ryx remained that way, frantically carving as the memories faded, arguing with himself, wondering how good his grip on his own mind was after all these years fighting against the wizard's curse.

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High above the calm ocean waters, Kitra flew a short way below scant white clouds -- the only remains of the previous night's storm. The evening lingered in her mind no more than a blur of swirling shapes and tumultuous emotions.

She caught an updraft, the winds filling her wings and pushing her onward. The air around her permeated with the familiar smell of island spices, and she followed the current toward home.

The farther she got from the dragon's island, the more she began to remember. It's a good thing I got out of there when I did or the wizard's spell might have made me forget something. Who knows how it all works. It's not like I can trust Ryx's memories.

Recalling all that Ryx had told her about his situation, she shook her head. "It's hard not to feel bad for the guy. No crime could warrant a sentence like that." Though, she couldn't recall if he ever told her why a wizard put a curse on him. "Maybe the wizard isn't the only evil one between them."

Light from the rising sun reflecting off the lapping waves, distracted her vision and forced a correction to avoid the glare. "I can't believe I never asked. Now I'll probably never know." Swaying in the gentle ocean breeze, she gazed out across the glistening waters.

One thing that he had said to her stuck in her mind: If they mated, she might bare his child. I wonder how much truth there is in that?

She thought about the implications of having Ryx's potential child. "If anything does come from this, it's not like he didn't warn me. Besides, maybe it is time to take a break from all this travel. If my behavior with Ryx is any indication, there's no denying how starved I am for some companionship." She sighed, banking her wings as the island wind changed away from her route. "I suppose I'll just have to wait and see what happens. At least my mother probably wouldn't mind a grandchild to fawn over."

Regardless, Kitra couldn't deny her part in the whole evening. Her latent curiosities about dragon mating styles weren't so latent anymore. Ryx had been more considerate than she'd expected. "All the dragons I've met have been elitists." Though dignitaries seldom leave a fond impression, despite their species. "At least, no matter what happens, I can always look back on the entire experience as one of the best nights of sex I've ever had." In her opinion that made it all worth whatever the future might hold.

The End

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Author's Notes:

Written for Zsisron's Hypnosis Story Contest. It's been a while since I've posted anything on SoFurry, but now that the Beta is going strong, I figured I'd give it a try posting through the new site and see how it goes. This was my first Hypnosis story, so I've probably put a bit of a spin on the fetish. It was a lot of fun to work with a dragon character, and showcase the way I write bats.

I hope you enjoy.

Thanks for reading. Feel free to leave a comment, all feedback is welcome and appreciated. ^^