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Like a Moth to a Flame

Written by Brunvindr and Sielrok

Edited by Brunvindr

In a cave by the edge of a winding mountain path, a young dragon was resting. His name was Mothonxy, but most of his friends called him "Moth" for short. This was a nickname he had been given due to his affinity for fire. If an open flame was nearby, he would have his eyes fixed on it. He liked to watch the tongues dance as they consumed logs, casting colorful patterns on the walls. Oftentimes he would start fires merely for this reason. On this particular morning, however, he had a more practical excuse for lighting a fire. It was chilly. Very chilly. The seasons were shifting. Before long, the leaves on the trees would start to wither and die. He shivered slightly, huddling as close to the flame as he could without burning himself. The teenage dragon wished that his parents would return from their hunting trip. They had been gone for a long time, and he was lonely. He wanted somebody to share body heat with. Minutes drifted by like hours, and the little drake's desire for companionship grew stronger with each passing moment. The fire was now reduced to a few smoldering embers. Moth noticed this almost immediately, and he realized that he had no replacement firewood. Having nothing else better to do, he decided to leave the cave to gather more kindling. There was a small grove of pines at the foot of the mountain, near the waterfall. He decided to go there.

With his goal set, Moth stood up and trotted towards the cave entrance. He stood at the edge of the precipice overlooking the grove, unfurled his wings, and took flight. The dragon spiraled down, gradually floating towards the grassy clearing beneath him.

Unbeknownst to him, a dragon of another type was already there. It was the type that stood on two legs and possessed most of the characteristics of a human. This particular one was a female, and her name was Sierra. She knew that many of the quadrupeds - the so called "ferals" - often came to drink here. Ferals never seemed to mind her presence in their territory. She never bothered them in a bad way, so they mostly ignored her. Today, however, she had no intention of being ignored.

Sierra noticed the young drake circling overhead, and she wondered if her bright white scales would get his attention. She wagged her tail high in the air as she headed towards the waterfall, making her movements very obvious and noticeable.

Sure enough, the flicker of movement instantly caught Moth's attention. "What was that?" He thought. Was it a deer? No, probably not. Deer -unless suicidal- usually avoided places where many dragons were known to congregate. He landed in the clearing a few yards away, eyeing it with great curiosity. As he suspected, it was not a deer. In fact, it appeared to be draconic in nature. However, it did not look like the typical mountain dweller. Cautiously, he advanced towards it.

Sierra lifted her tail high to give the young dragon a good view of her rear as she disappeared behind the waterfall, following a little known path. A young and most likely inexperienced dragon...that was what she liked...

Moth tilted his head in a perplexed manner. Had the creature just... presented itself to him? This demanded further investigation. He trotted across the grove, reaching the base of the waterfall in no time at all. The dragon poked his head behind the cascade of mist, and his jaw nearly dropped at the sight before him. He was now face-to-face with the creature, and he now saw that it was indeed another dragon - one that stood on two legs and apparently wore clothing. However, the clothes were not currently on her body. They were crumpled up in a pile on the cavern floor, and she had taken the time to roll out a bedsheet made from animal skins. This was all very confusing to the young drake.

Sierra giggled at the puzzled look on the young drakes face. "Ahm, well, hello there." She giggled, sauntering over to the drake and rubbing his head. "Care to enjoy...er, I mean, join me? I am simply relaxing in this cave, getting away from my busy life. I would just LOVE some company." She giggled, walking back and sitting on her blankets, fully aware she was naked.

Moth took a few tentative steps forward. "Who are you, stranger?" he asked. As he advanced towards her, he began to feel a hint of a sensation he was only just starting to become familiar with. It was the sensation of arousal. At fifteen years of age, the dragon had reached sexual maturity. He had started to feel... urges. Urges he could not very well ignore.

"I am Sierra. Who are you?" She asked, patting a spot on the blanket for him to lie down next to her.

"I'm Mothonyx," replied the drake. "But most of my friends just call me Moth..." He slowly padded over to the newcomer and sat on his haunches, nearly occupying all of the space on the blanket. Although only a teenager, he was already at least twice as tall as the biped.

Sierra smiled. "Nice to meet you, Moth..." She said, running a hand over his soft belly scales, rubbing them and hopefully enticing the young dragon to roll onto his back. Once that was done, phase one of her plan would be complete.

"What are you d- oh... mmm..." purred the drake. This whole situation was still very odd for him, but he was starting not to care. He usually didn't receive tummy rubs, especially not from dragons two times smaller than him. Her little claws provided him with a sensation quite unlike any other. "Hey, that tickles!" he chuckled, flopping onto his side.

Sierra smiled again. Phase one was finished. She kept on rubbing and soon found that sensitive spot between his legs. With a mischievous grin, she licked his sheath, the tip of her tongue darting inside briefly as she continued to massage his stomach.

Moth blinked, eyeing her movements with rekindled uncertainty. It was becoming clear that she intended to give him more than just a simple belly rub. Quite bluntly, she was trying to mate with him. This made him excited and slightly more aroused, but it also made him more nervous. He was young, and he had never mated before. There were few females his age in the tribe. In fact, Ilara -the chief's daughter- was the only one, and she wasn't ready yet. Frankly, he wasn't sure if he was ready yet, either. "What if my parents find out?" he asked, timidly.

"Silly boy," Sierra giggled. "No one will know that we're behind here..." she assured him. The biped then returned her tongue to his sheathe, writhing it around within him as she clambered onto his stomach, lifting her tail high in the air.

Moth nodded silently. She did have a point there. The waterfall was the perfect hiding spot. Not only would the water shield them from prying eyes, but the thunderous cascade would drown out any noise. Knowing this, he started to gain confidence. With a clear view of her vent, a surge of blood rushed to his member. He moaned softly as his dragonhood began to emerge from between his legs. The sensitive lips of his maleslit became puffy and swollen, and a solitary bead of pre formed at the head of his tapered penis. "I suppose I ought to return the favor..." he thought. With that, he opened his maw and ran his warm, moist tongue along the underside of her tail.

Sierra gasped at the wonderful feeling and took his emerging member into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head as she massaged the base with her hands, coaxing it out of its sheath.

Judging by her reaction, Moth assumed that he was doing something right. Another moan escaped from him as she ran her tongue expertly over the length of his draconic shaft. He no longer cared that this was a girl he just met, nor did he care that she was not even of the same subspecies as him. The drake was simply having too much fun. He eagerly ran his tongue across her slit, smearing saliva on her rump and thighs.

As soon as Moth was fully erect, Sierra got up and positioned herself directly over his cock, the tip pressing against her slit as she looked the young dragon directly in the eye. "I hope you're ready..." she purred. She then took a deep breath as she let herself slide onto him, moaning loudly as his wide girth parted her lips.

"Yesss..." Moth hissed. He could hardly believe that he was actually mating! The drake never would have thought he would ever be this lucky. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. The considerable size difference made this all the more enjoyable. She was so tight...

She grinned as she sank onto his length, and was just shy of taking all of it in. She began moving herself up and down, riding him as her tits bounced, moaning as she mated the young dragon. He felt so amazing- far better than any anthro, in fact. The ridges rubbing against her walls were like nothing else.

A spurt of pre erupted from tip of the drake's throbbing cock, coating the inside of her vent and trickling down the underside of his shaft. He growled, resting his head on the soft blanket as she rode him. The last inch of his cock -which included the knot- begged to be enveloped within her walls. With a little luck, this extra lubrication would be just the ticket.

Sure enough, it was. Sierra gasped then screamed with both pain and pleasure as the remainder suddenly slid into her, the knot bulging her low parts slightly as she panted, vent dripping. She began to ride him faster, now taking all of Moth's cock into her with each drop, smiling. Soon, she would let him take control and have his way with her.

Moth murred with delight as her soaking passage accepted the entirety of his dragonhood. This was amazing beyond words! He felt something warm drip onto the base of his neck, and he realized that he was drooling on himself. He couldn't help it.

Sierra rode him for a while longer, then climbed off of him, and got onto all fours, wagging her rear in his direction. "Now mount me." She said. It wasn't a request, but a demand. She wanted more of that cock in her, and now!

With those words, the tinge of disappointment the drake felt when she dismounted was instantly erased. Without wasting a moment of time, young Moth rolled onto his feet and was ready for action. He practically pounced on her, forgetting that she was only half his size. He planted his forepaws firmly on either side of her, lowering himself down until the tip of his throbbing member once again came into contact with her tight pussy. Moth slowly pushed against the opening and slid back into her.

Sierra murred in pleasure, feeling her lips being parted by his member again. "Don't hold back...give me all you've got!" She said hotly. She liked it rough, and she wanted to be mated hard. This was it...she was going to be bred by this little drake, and she could already tell that is was going to be wonderful.

Moth gave a terse grunt in reply. He arched his back, pushing his cock into her inch by inch, taking his sweet time. When all but the knot had been buried within her, he pulled nearly all the way out. Then, after taking a deep breath, he plunged back into her. Gone was the meek and timid adolescent who had greeted her. He began thrusting with all the ferocity of a fully grown male, mating her without holding back- just as she had instructed.

The anthro shrieked as Moth began thrusting hard into her. She swayed with each thrust, lost in pleasure. "Yes...oh god, more!" She cried out, squishing sounds echoing throughout the cave. She soon climaxed, fluids coating Moths member, but she was far from finished.

The young dragon growled as he continued humping the supple biped beneath him. His breathing became ragged, and he could feel his entire body trembling with pleasure. His ridged cock glided in and out of her with ease, and with each thrust he buried himself to the hilt. She was so warm, so slick, and so tight that he couldn't focus on anything aside from the pleasure. He began to lick her backside affectionately, coating her entire body with warm, sticky saliva as he lost control over his movements. His knot slid back into her with an audible "pop", and he suddenly found himself unable to pull out. Her vent was clenched so tightly around him that he could only continue pushing forward.

Sierra screamed as she came again, body trembling as she felt the cock stuck within her. She prayed that he wasn't already finished. It was... beyond good.

Moth whimpered, nearly biting his lip as he pushed as deep as he could, the head of his dragonhood pressing firmly against her cervix. He dug his claws into the stone, growling fiercely as he felt his loins tighten. Pressure was building up within him, and he was trying desperately to hold back his cum for as long as he could. He never wanted this moment to end.

Sierra smirked as she felt him tighten up. "Let it all go! Cum inside of me! Don't hold it back!" She cried out, wriggling her hips to pleasure him even further. Any minute now...

"Mmph..." was Moth's reply. He closed his eyes, and with one final thrust, he fulfilled her desire. A loud roar escaped from the young drake as released within her. Thick, warm ropes of his seed shot into her womb, splashing against her inner walls. His cock pulsed, delivering burst after burst of cum, filling Sierra to the brim. Very little of the precious liquid went to waste. Although some of it did manage to squeeze past his shaft and dribble down her thighs, most of it remained trapped within her like wine in a corked bottle.

Sierra gasped as her belly swelled with the amount of cum pumping into her, slumping forward in a blissful stupor as warmth spread through her. She knew then that she would become gravid after this. It was definite. She groaned from the painful stretching of her belly, but didn't care...it was too wonderful.

Moth felt absolutely exhausted, yet elated at the same time. The pulses ceased, and he could feel his dragonhood beginning to soften. As he withdrew from Sierra, he lost his balance and fell backwards onto the blankets, feet flailing as lay belly up. His cum-streaked member receded back into his body as he panted heavily, heart racing.

Sierra murred as she lay there, cum leaking out of her well used vent. "Ah, that's what I'm talking about..." She smiled, crawling on top of Moth and pressing her tits against his chest, licking his neck affectionately. "That was wonderful."

The teenaged dragon could feel himself blushing. "Really? Thanks..." he whispered, still gasping for breath. After all that work, it was relief to hear that his first performance had been satisfactory. He never would have thought that his first time would have been so exhilarating, nor would he have thought it would happen so soon.

She smiled dreamily. "I think I'll stay here and rest for a while..." she said, purring contentedly as she rubbed her noticeable distended belly. "Don't you have to get home before you're missed?"

"Oh... well, yes... I suppose I do," Moth replied. As much as he would have loved to spend more time with Sierra, the anthro did have a valid point. There would be much explaining to do if he didn't get home soon. In fact, his parents were probably already starting to worry. With one last parting glance at his new mate, the drake stepped out from behind the waterfall. To his relief, no other dragons were in sight. He crouched down in the water, washing off the last traces of his seed before flying off.

A few moments later, he landed at the entrance to his cave bearing a wide grin. His parents had re-stoked the fire, and they were busy eating t_heir_ catch of the day- a dead calf. They smiled back at him as he stepped inside, oblivious to the events that had just transpired. Neither they nor Moth himself knew that the young drake would soon be a father.