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Kayeriilyic stretched out in a yawn as the first light of morning fell on him from behind the northern ridges. He could already see that it would be a good day: the only clouds were a few airy wisps and the frigid gales of the heights were cool and calm instead. He let one of the breezes waft through his mane and smiled appreciatively at the dawn.

"Dawn is always worth getting up for." A youthful feminine voice commented from behind him. Kayer's smile broadened and he twisted his head around to look at the slim vixen in voluminous robes, now leaning against the rough-hewn wall next to the passage leading down into the sanctum proper.

"Good morning, Elena." He said, unable to keep a slight hint of a happy rumble out of his voice. "You're up early."

"Couldn't sleep." She grinned. "We're close to a breakthrough on that second imperative rune, Kaer. I just know it."

He chuckled, both at the use of a nickname he'd long given up trying to correct her on and her genuine, innocent, excitement over her magickal research. "I always did have high hopes." He agreed, padding over and leaning up slightly to give her an affectionate-pet lick. "Are you willing to wait until breakfast?"

Elena laughed and hooked her arms under his forelegs, giving him a quick hug. "You have got to be the hungriest familiar I've ever heard of, Kaer." She smiled. "The books never talked about needing to feed your familiar but I guess none of those writers ever thought that it was possible to summon a dragon familiar."

"Well, you're special." He said with a little more earnestness than he'd intended. "So, breakfast?"

"Breakfast." She agreed, letting him down and starting into the small cavernous laboratory and living space they shared. Kayer let her get a few steps down the passage before starting after her, permitting himself a wistful sigh. It seemed that every day, the yearning grew stronger--and it had been well over ten years since he'd decided that his feelings about the young vixen were deeper and stronger than the affection of friends. In truth, she was special to him, slim, beautiful, appealing on so many levels that he wasn't sure which had tipped his affections over the edge from fondness to love.

Of course, there was also the fact that he wasn't technically a familiar. Although Elena never realized it (and he'd never told her), the at-the-time extremely untutored sorceress had interwoven a summoning spell into the spell designed to call and bind a familiar and as a result, he'd abruptly found himself transported from a miserable cave he was huddling in to escape a storm to a warm, dry sorceress' sanctum where a pretty little 14-year-old vixen was fawning over him before he had a chance to think. The elements of the spell that were a familiar binding had compressed his draconic form down to a size that could move around the sanctum with ease and, as he soon discovered to his immense delight, allowed him to curl up against Elena's soft, warm body on chilly nights and sleep comfortably.

One unexpected benefit of being assumed to be a familiar was that Elena treated him exactly like one, not concerning herself with modesty (as familiars lacked the free will to experience anything like sexual attraction) and seeing nothing objectionable about a strong, healthy, virile male dragon sleeping in the same bed as her as the 14-year-old girl grew into a beautifully shapely 29-year-old young woman. Increasingly, it was all he could do to suppress his natural reaction to being pressed firmly against a highly available young female and increasingly, he was beginning to think that confessing his feelings would be far better than Elena awakening to find herself being ground against by a sleeping dragon in the midst of an erotic dream about her. The problem was timing: it seemed like there was never a moment that was serious enough for confession to be appropriate, nor enough time in between research for them to discuss it.

"Why're you looking at me like that, Kaer?" Elena asked. Kayer jumped a little and looked up, seeing that her cobalt-blue eyes were locked on him, looking concerned.

"Looking at you like what, Elena?" He asked.

"Like you want to say something important to me but don't know how to say it." She chuckled. "I swear, I have the most chatty familiar in history. So, what do you want to say?"

"I was just thinking about the fact that we're coming up on fifteen years together." Kayer replied honestly. "And I was thinking of popping into existence here and how you were immediately kind and affectionate to me."

She gave him a warm smile as she extracted a side of beef from the larder. "Yeah... fifteen years..." She shook her head as she made a quick gesture to light the flame under the cooking plane. "Hard to believe I've been alone with just you for company all that time. Hard to believe that one familiar could be such a comfort and pleasure that I can't remember ever feeling lonely."

"I do what I can, Elena." He replied, giving her a warm smile. "You've been a wonderful master to me."

"You're just saying that because I spoil you with prime beef and a soft bed." She teased, setting the meat on the cooking surface and making it sizzle deliciously. "A soft bed with a soft vixen, I might add."

Kayer blushed, thankful that his scarlet coloration made the blushing all but invisible. "It's... very pleasant to sleep at your side, Elena." He managed.

"I'm glad it's so pleasant for you, Kaer." Elena beamed at him, letting the meat cook while she retrieved some fruit and drink from the same larder. "It's pleasant for me too. I'm a young girl, completely alone out here but for you. It's comforting to have a strong male in the house as well, even if he's merely a familiar."

"I wish I could be more to you, but I am what I am." He responded in an apologetic tone.

"I could hardly ask more from you than loyalty and friendship, Kaer." With a quick motion of a long-tined serving fork, she speared one of the sides of meat and lifted if off the cooking surface, offering it to him lightly-cooked the way he liked best. He smiled at her and accepted the proffered meat, tearing into it with a will. She chuckled and kept cooking her much smaller side, nibbling a pear while she waited.

"So, fifteen years." She commented as he finished his meal and she went to get hers off the stove. "It almost feels like we should be doing something to honor the occasion."

"We are." He responded with a smile. "We're making a breakthrough on the second imperative rune, remember?"

"But that's work." She cut a piece off the side and chewed thoughtfully. "It'd be nice to do something fun for the fifteen-year mark. Problem is, we're sort of distant from any places of means of entertainment and it's quite a journey to anywhere that it's not freezing cold with howling winds most of the time."

"Maybe... the journey could be the something fun." He suggested. "It could be an adventure, going in a direction we haven't tried before. Perhaps into the caverns in the west end of the valley?"

She lit up at the suggestion. "Yeah! Honor the fifteenth year by going further than we have before." She turned and gave him a fond look. "You have the best ideas, Kaer."

"It's what a familiar is for, Ella." He smiled.

"Yeah, I suppose it is." She returned to her breakfast and they finished in silence. "So, feel up to playing with that rune?"

He beamed, secretly relishing the chance to have an excuse to snuggle up to her in the guise of leaning over and studying the tiny words in various manuscripts. "With breakfast in me and my mistress' command? Of course I do."

Warm, soft lips sealed her muzzle to his, heads tilting, tongues entwining. Her slim body, velvety and supple molded to his contours, the perfect firmness of a body forged in a thousand adventures in a wide and wonderful world filling his paws, the floral scent of her musk enveloping his senses as he cradled her glorious form to his. "My beauty..." he whispered heatedly to her, his voice brimming with love and awe that she would be his, kiss breaking, tongue flicking out to trace carefully along her jaw, down her throat, ending at her collarbone as the soft music of her desiring whine filled his ears. His muzzle finally was low enough that he could rest it between the firm swells of perfect breasts, pausing to marvel at his good fortune, at the perfection of this moment, at his...

"Kaer? Um, Kaer?" Kayer felt a soft hand on one of his shoulders, gently shaking him. "Kaer, are you OK? You're tossing and turning a lot."

He blinked awake from the deliciously erotic dream, blushing as he realized that the vixen who'd been the centerpiece of the dream was crouched beside him, those vividly blue eyes full of real concern for him that was almost as enjoyable as the fantasy that he'd just woken up from. "I'm fine, Ella." He assured her, yawning widely. "Vivid dream."

"I could tell." She smiled. "I just woke up a few minutes ago myself. Man, who could have imagined that the path leading up to these caverns could be so steep and exhausting?"

"I hear that." He agreed earnestly. That morning, they'd started out from the sanctum and made the long journey through winding switchbacks into the thickly-forested valley below. The forests were ordinarily very hazardous, one of the major factors in Elena choosing the location for her sanctum because it meant that the casual visitor or danger wouldn't come anywhere near her. Her serendipitous summoning error, however, made it so that it was quite safe for her to travel in: combined with her own considerable magical talents, there was nothing in the forests that was willing to trifle with a dragon, even one that looked unusually small. Instead of turning towards the meadows where they'd occasionally go to relax, however, they turned uphill towards a honeycomb of caverns they'd briefly glimpsed but hadn't tried to explore. It was for good reason: walking up to the caverns took many hours and had been extremely exhausting, so much so that they'd immediately found a safely-looking niche and curled up together to sleep a bit before continuing. Considering that he had been pressed against her soft, warm body while he slept, he was silently grateful that he hadn't done more then thrash about while he dreamt.

"So what shall we do while we're here?" She inquired.

"I'd assume that we'd go exploring." He replied. "That was the point of coming here, remember?"

"Definitely." She agreed. "I vote that we explore the caves later, though. It's getting late in the day, the time I usually feel more inclined to sit and talk with a friend rather than do work or study."

"I don't mind that." He smiled happily. "Any particular thing you'd like to talk about?"

"Yeah, actually." She scooted closer and leaned against a cavern wall, facing him. "This being our fifteenth year has been in my thoughts a lot of late. So I decided to go back and read some of my old notes from back then and enjoy some memories."

He swallowed, suddenly dry-mouthed. "What kind?"

"Oh, how exciting it was to have my own dragon familiar, what I planned to do next, how awesome the familiarity spell was." She chuckled. "And can you imagine what I discovered when I re-read my notes on how I'd cast it?"

"That you did a particularly good job?" He guessed hopefully.

"No." She leaned closer to him, occasioning another nervous swallow. "I learned that for fifteen years, I've been living with a real dragon, not just a familiar. Of course, you've known that since we first met."

"Yes."

"And yet, you've stayed without anything compelling you to." Her face was uncomfortably close to his, her cobalt eyes filling his vision. "Why?"

"I... uh..." He couldn't help but notice anew how beautiful her eyes were and how soft and warm her fur was as she pressed forward to look him eye-to-eye. "...I... uh..." His voice fell to almost subvocal volumes. "...fell in love..."

And suddenly, warm feminine lips were pressed to his, gentle hands resting on his shoulders as Elena kissed him with a passion that took him by surprise for a moment. Then his senses returned and he leaned into the kiss, tongue darting into her muzzle and entwining with hers, paws reaching out to rest on her sides and subtly pull her closer to him. The kiss lasted for what seemed like glorious hours before Elena let it break and leaned back slightly so he could see her smile.

"I thought I'd gone crazy, you know." She all but purred to him. "I thought the isolation and the fact that you were the only male in the house had driven me to fall deeply in love with my familiar who could never return my feelings or desire me for his own. You can imagine my relief when I discovered that my familiar was actually a dragon who had chosen to stay in my life for over fifteen years without anything forcing him to. I didn't dare to dream that you were staying because you felt the same but I've long hoped that it was the case."

"I do." He assured her, leaning forward to lick lightly over her throat and nuzzle under her chin with a rumble of affection. "For nearly ten years now. It's been hard not to know how to confess it to you, not knowing how to reveal that I'd been letting you believe something that's not true, not know how to... err..."

"How to admit how badly you've been wanting to wake me up one fine morning in the midst of rutting me like a female in heat?" She grinned at him, a grin that seemed to get even wider as he blushed vividly. "You think you're the only one who's been fantasizing about that?"

Somehow, this made his blush intensify although he noted, with some dismay, that the very thought was producing a very noticeable response. "You've been..."

"Thinking that it'd be fun to work you up in your sleep and have you come to with a moaning vixen riding you vigorously?" She grinned. "Kaer, I'm just as prone to desire and fantasy as any other girl. You are a very handsome dragon and when a vixen has just her paw and her imagination..."

"Um, could we not talk about that...?" He almost squeaked, very badly not wanting to think anything that might cause his very strong interest in what she was talking about to become even more visible than it already was. "I'm lots more interested in you than your sexual fantasies."

She laughed softly and leaned in, catching his mouth in another kiss as she scooted closer, her plush tail twitching lightly. "You're awfully nervous for being older and more experienced than I, Kaer."

"Older, not more experienced." He corrected her, his tongue flicking out to lick over her throat. "Or at least, not much and my first doesn't quite count."

"Mmm... and why wouldn't it count, dear?" This time she actually did purr, melting into his embrace and making him delightfully aware of her shapely form hidden under the voluminous robes she preferred. "Did your first lover chain you down and have her way with you?"

He blinked and pulled back enough to stare at her. "Where in heavens' name do you get these ideas?" His eyes narrowed. "Have you been sneaking exotic scrolls into the sanctum while I'm not looking?"

"Maaaaaybe." Her eyes twinkled before she began laughing. "Kaer, I wish you could see the expression on your face right now. You look torn between being aghast that I'm not as innocent as you thought and wanting to take full advantage of my lack of innocence."

He sighed and smiled, leaning in to nuzzle under her chin then rub the side of his muzzle against her neck. He carefully and gently furled his wings around her, using them to gently pull her closer and into his arms, running claws admiringly through her silky fur. He rumbled contentedly. letting himself relax and enjoy the warm softness of her body cradled against his. "That may all be true." He murmured, just loudly enough that she could hear. "But right now, I'll settle for silence and the feeling of my desired vixen's body filling my embrace."

"I think it's a step beyond simply yearning for something that you fear can never be yours..." She leaned in close to one of his ears and whispered. "...love."

He felt a delicious shiver go through him. "Love?"

"Yes, love." She whispered in a languid, sensuous voice. "I am in love with you, and you with me, and I think that entitles us to call one another by loving and affectionate names."

"You're... truly in love with me?" He breathed, wanting to believe it, knowing it was true, but needing to hear it from her to be absolutely sure he wasn't imagining it.

"Yes." Ella replied firmly but gently, causing him to shudder again as a warm vixen tongue traced over the rim of one of his ears. "You are all that I've dreamed about in a mate: strong, kind, loyal, handsome, and intelligent. Why should it not be you, the one who's been at my side and caring for me for fully half of my life?"

He smiled and moved his head upwards, rubbing his cheek against hers on the way, and began to lick slowly over one of her ears, causing her to bat him in the nose with it. "You have a point, my beauty." He rumbled softly into the ear. "If you would permit it, I would have you for my mate, Elena. I would be guardian, lover, and the sire of your kits if that is what you wanted."

"Lover and father of my kits, hmm?" The sensuality in her now-husky voice made him shiver, followed by another shiver as a warm hand grazed over his uncomfortably bulging sheath.

"Yesss..." He hissed, shuddering in pleasure and delicious anticipation.

She chuckled and pressed against him, the firm swells of her breasts in her robes very prominent as her paw continued to fondle his sheath, teasing at the rim and the slowly-emerging tip of his dragonhood. "First, tell me honestly: what was that dream of, love?"

"I'll show you." He leaned up and took her muzzle in a deep, growling kiss of desire and pleasure before using his grip on her body to turn them around so her back was to the cave wall. Elena moaned, her hands moving to grip his rear, her legs wrapping around his waist and making him shudder as the rough fabric of her sorcery robes caressed his throbbing length. Using her legs and their continuing kiss as leverage to keep her gently pinned, he moved his paws up to her shoulder and gripped the robes, pulling them down and off of her in a single smooth motion, making her squirm against him and stimulating him even further. He pulled back a little, enough to see the slim, beautifully-curved body before him, her head tilted down at an angle to him, eyes smoldering with desire and invitation, a tongue running with lustful slowness over her vulpine teeth and sweat causing strands of hair to hang limply around her expression as she panted with arousal, nipples hard and straining against the cloth band that encompassed her pert young breasts. He felt himself grin toothily as he leaned forward and hungrily took her mouth in his, matching her growl of desire with his own, a paw moving up from her side and enfolding a breast, causing her to gasp as he fondled it and then groan and grind her crotch against his as with a single swift motion, he tore the covering off and broke the kiss to lap lightly over her throat.

"D...damn Kaer..." She panted, pressing against him. "Your... t..touch... so... ooooh..."

She broke off in a whimper as he carefully nipped his way down the supple flesh of her throat, nuzzling at the dip of her collarbone. "It is the touch of a male exploring the wonder that is his mate..." He rumbled to her, dipping his head down to nuzzle into her cleavage. "And you are a wonder, my beauty... soft, warm, and intelligent. A prize and treasure for even the most particular dragon."

"Mmm... a prize, love?" She murmured as he combed his claws through her fur and felt her bottlebrush tail stroke lightly over his back.

"Of course." He purred to her, drawing a low moan as he dragged his tongue over one of her stiff nipples. "The love of a beautiful mate is a prize exceeding the greatest treasures in the world."

"T... trust a dragon... to think of love in... oooh... in terms of his hoard and treasure..." She teased breathlessly, moaning again as he latched on to the nipple and began to suckle it with delightful slowness like a nursing kit.

He didn't reply except to smile around the captured nipple, one paw now gently kneeding and fondling the unoccupied breast as he used his grasp on her rear to position her, trembling as he felt his tip pass lightly over the moist warm of her exposed sex. The brief contact evoked a soft yip of surprise, passing quickly into a low hungry growl of need as she tried to press him into her, denied only by the paw kneeding the well-exercised hardness of her vixen tush.

"Please, love..." She panted. "I've... wanted to be filled... by my dragon... for so long..."

"Mmm... you will, my beauty, you will... I just want to... mmm... enjoy the feel of my beloved... hear her sounds of pleasure and want... inhale the subtle scents of her body..." He replied, lashing at the nipple with his forked tongue, surprised and delighted as he tasted sweet creamy moisture leaking from it. "...taste her milk... just... take a moment and treasure all that makes her so special to me..."

All she could do is pant softly in reply, making soft sounds of need as he gently caressed and fondled her, carefully pleasuring the lovely sorceress and exploring her with an almost worshipful regard. After indulging in this for what seemed like hours (though was probably only minutes), he smiled and leaned up to look into her eyes lovingly. "Will you be mine, Elena?" He purred to her. "My mate, lover, and mother of my draklings?"

"Yessss..." She hissed, pressing her hips forward and causing them both to shudder as his tip slipped ever so slightly into her very welcoming sex. "Fill... your mate, my... love..."

"It will be an honor, beloved." He crooned, gently guiding her into position and slowly penetrating her warm intimate confines, swallowing their mutual sounds of enjoyment in a vigorous muzzlelock, cradling her to him as he filled the object of ten years of desire for the very first time. Before he knew it, he felt his hips bump hers, hilted in her entirely, and he broke the kiss to lick affectionately at her throat. "Not your first time, m'dear?"

"First time... without using a paw..." She panted, her eyes twinkling.

"Mmm... bad girl..." He teased with a light nip.

"Yes, your bad girl." She grinned. "To reward... and punish..."

He laughed and kissed her. "Mmm... let's not have any talk of punishment, love." He chided. "Let's... mmm... save our breath for... better things."

He forestalled any reply by locking muzzles with her, muffling a groan of enjoyment as he withdrew and then thrust back in, making Elena shiver and give an almost-silent yip of pleasure... and then he repeated the gesture. From then on, it was almost a dance, pressing her gently against the smooth stone of the cavern, feeling her legs wrap around his hips to give her leverage, moving in time with her as the pleasure got stronger and stronger, their pace moving gradually up until the gyrations forced their kiss apart and her happy yips were answered with deep thundering growls of enjoyment that in any other context would be threatening--but in this one, just punctuated the joyous moment. He felt her begin to tremble, shaking with the building immensity of pleasure, her yips becoming more urgent and high-pitched as he could feel his own body responding to the nearness of blessed release. He leaned in close and murmured huskily into her ear "Mmm... let us... go over this edge together, my love..." before he very gently, very carefully took her throat in his jaws, grasping it with the firm but loving grip of a male claiming his mate.

The mating bite was what pushed her over the edge and a low, whimpering, gasping sound of relief echoed in the empty cave as her first orgasm set electric shocks through her form, arching involuntarily against his as her sex clamped down and began to ripple with orgasmic spasms. He felt his own impending release with joy and let her throat go so he could tilt his head back and sound a triumphant roar as his draconic seed spilled into her accepting womb.

Bliss enfolded them, bliss filled with trembling and panting as orgasms washed over them both and the space after was filled with the warm satisfying glow of both sexual and emotional fulfillment. Smiling, Kayer folded his wings around her and rumbled with a draconic purr as he cradled his spent mate.

"You are perfect, my love." He whispered to her, sighing with happiness.

"No more than you, beloved." She whispered back, still panting softly in the afterglow. "That was... amazing. You are amazing."

"I can be nothing less for the female I love and would have for my mate." He smiled. "I have awaited this moment for my entire life, cradling the one my heart desires most as she bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking."

"That was your dream, wasn't it?" Elena looked down at him, smiling. "All these years, when you've been turning fitfully in bed and awakening looking disappointed, you were dreaming of this day."

"You noticed?"

"I was in love; of course I noticed." She smiled, a hand stroking gently over his side. "Was it all you dreamed of?"

"More." He caught her mouth in another deep purring kiss. "So... how do you think this will change things?"

"We still research and I still am helped and guided by my familiar but now, study breaks will be much more fun." Her eyes twinkled. "And maybe, one day soon, we won't be the only ones living in our little sanctuary."

He closed his eyes and let the joy of that prospect enfold him. "Little ones with my beloved's beauty..."

"...and my love's strength." She finished happily. "A hope for the future." She paused. "So... what shall we do now?"

"I sort of like laying here..." He grinned impishly. "...resting from the hike up."

She laughed. "Mmm... maybe a little more time then. And when we get home, I'd be very interested to hear of the one that didn't quite count."

"When we get home." He agreed before leaning down and dragging his tongue over a hard nipple, evoking a shudder. "...after a little more... exploring."

"Mmm..." She agreed as one hand came down and lifted his head to meet his mate's muzzle in a deep, impassioned, joining.