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CoC Fan-Fiction: Drake and Ember - Chapter 2

'The Sweetest Treat'

Unsuitable for anyone under 18, contains themes of a sexual nature and some mild violence in places, you have been warned...

Ember: - 7'3" female dragoness

Drake: - 7'0" male dragon (formerly human)

The characters Ember, Whitney, Marble, Kelt, and elements of the "Corruptions of Champions" game are © Fenoxo

Drake, a character created in the game, and all story elements are © myself

This fan-fiction of "Corruption of Champions" involves a few things: -

• Ember's gender in the story is the same as it is in my play-through of the game, while their behaviour is nothing like the current version of Ember in the game, except under certain conditions mentioned in the story
• Drake's appearance in the story is similar to the dragon appearance of male PC characters, with a few exceptions, horns can only be acquired via a certain item, dragon breath is not multi-use, hair still exists after transformation (it's not gone as it is for Drake) while you don't get a fin, and the scales are not a different colour like they are in the story
• The farm location in the story is slightly different to the one in the game, and Tel'Adre is depicted differently in the story but retains all places featured in the game, though the bakery has a slight addition to it
• Certain items do not appear in the game at all, they are creations for the story only.

Other than that, this sticks faithfully to the game's content and structure as Fenoxo designed it, so enjoy reading the new chapter...

The sun had already reached its peak in the sky, proud of making it there again as it always had, whilst blessing its natural light to the ground, but now it was slowly arcing back down towards the rim of the world, knowing that the moon would be soon arriving to chase it again as it always did.

It had been a long morning, but there was nothing better than hard work, especially as a good deed, as Drake continued onwards. His arms and hands gripped several wooden crates, each filled with a variety of produce, carrots, potatoes, cabbages, apples and so forth, as he moved them from the stores of the barn close to him and onto a waiting cart. As he finally let them go, having settled them amongst others he had already loaded, he brought his hand up to his scaly head, wiping off sweat his body had created upon his brow; it was certainly hard work, but he didn't mind it. He was just surprised how effortlessly he was doing it than before, as he glanced around himself.

Drake had spent much of his morning working at the farm of a local girl, working on a series of chores for her, from weeding, to harvesting, mucking out the stables (which he had to admit, was still slightly nauseating), and finally packing up the cart. Hard work indeed, but it was worth it to see the girl smile at his good deed; he knew the place well, he came by often in his travels before, and knew how much trouble running it was, the farm reminded him of his own village and the fields their; but for a few months since his last visit, he'd been away out in the mountains, the desert, and the deep woods, and only now, when he had returned having done enough as he liked, did he venture back to see how things had been at the farm since then, grateful to see the place looked still good, better even he thought.

As Drake rubbed his brow again, the scales on his hand brushing away more sweat that had formed to replace the beads he had already removed, he let out a sigh of relief as he felt his body tire for a moment, his arms ached, and his legs felt slightly weak. Needing a small breather, he walked over to the barn, and settled himself down along a wall, lying up against it before gazing around himself; while he may have had more endurance to work the farm than he had had the times before, he knew when to take a break from the work, as the morning began to give way to the afternoon.

The farm was quite a quaint little place, from the farmhouse that the owner lived in, a simple wooden two storey building with a covered front porch, a large barn which held a reasonably sized store room, and several stalls for livestock along with a couple of machines for 'milking' (he knew exactly what that entailed), from which he had collected the boxes from, to a large wooden shed behind the farmhouse which contained most of the tools needed to run the place, and finally the fields, several, in fact, spread around the farm, ranging from vegetable patches and cornfields to grazing meadows, filled with an assortment of cows and horses, who were either lying upon the ground all eating up bits of the wild grass.

As he did so, he could hear footsteps approaching him, and the sounds of someone struggling themselves to continue working, their mouth letting out several grunts as they brought over a crate containing something he could not see, the lid was sealed shut as it came down onto the ground near him, as he turned to face the person that had brought it.

"My, my, you've done quite a lot," the voice was feminine, and quite country-sounding, southern even, as he looked up to greet its owner, "I'm surprised at how much you have done."

His eyes met who it was, the farm's owner, Whitney, a petit looking, canine girl, with remarkable features; a fine coat of fur, a light golden brown in colour, a cute looking muzzle which was darker, two beautiful eyes, gleaming emerald green, a pair of small furry ears that slightly flopped upon her head while nestled within her golden blonde hair, a full, flowing tail flicking out from behind her, while she wore simple enough garments upon her person, a pair of shorts underneath a simple jacket, both made from sturdy material; although calling her 'petit' would be an understatement. Sure, she had a small frame to her body, but that hid beneath a considerable amount of endurance and strength alone, all powered by her love of the place, the love of her farm.

Drake grinned, allowing a fang to stick out from his mouth, "Well, it's much easier than before, but still tiring," he admitted, keeping back any thought of chuckling.

Whitney just smiled and giggled, "I must admit, I did miss you around here. I mean with all the work that you did, even though I could handle it myself; well, along with Marble of course," she gave his body a quick once over with her eyes, not with lust but admiration at it, "But I would never imagine you would be like this."

He knew what she meant by her words, as he looked out to the sky above, a few clouds were slowly crossing over.

Drake was, in most ways, a dragon, not the snarling, ferocious beasts he had read in books and heard in legends, but a much different kind, retaining the form of a human, but with all the features of a dragon; his head was shaped like a reptile, his jaw stretched out in front of him, the end topped with nostrils, whilst inside his mouth lay lines of sharp fangs and a long flexible tongue which could snake out easily, while his eyes were slitted, their irises burning a bright blue, and against his head on either side, two fins that covered holes where his ears lay. Upon his head lay two regal looking horns, that curved back, and while impressive, were useless for combat, whilst between them lay another fin, this one as regal as his horns. Further down his body, arms and legs resembled those of a human's, as well as his hands and feet though both bared claws, the talons quite sharp looking, whilst upon his back, out from his shoulders lay two strong wings that truly resembled those of a dragon, whilst sticking out from behind him was a long tail, which was remarkably flexible, small bumps lay at the end hiding sharp spikes, making it quite lethal in combat. His whole body was covered in bright golden, scales, except for his underbelly, it was more a creamy colour, while the scales on his wings and around his eyes were softer; there were other features he admired about himself, but these he concealed behind a leather loincloth tied round his waist. Only one person ever saw 'those' and he knew who.

"Being a dragon," he responded, "it's been quite, well," he sighed as he thought of what he was, "breath-taking; truly wonderful. To fly through the skies and see the world like any flying creature would, to have the ability to breathe fire," which he demonstrated by letting a few licks of flame pass his teeth, grinning as he watched Whitney reacted, the farm girl jumping back a bit, "To be much stronger. I love it. I have never regretted becoming one." His eyes gazed at the distant fields, watching the horses frolic in their meadow.

"Oh, I bet it is something to enjoy," Whitney replied, "It truly suits you, ya know? Makes you look, tough, strong even. Nobody would know what you were truly like underneath your scales. Or what you had been before."

She was right about that about; Drake had not always been a dragon. His life had begun differently as a human, who had ventured out to find the source of corruption that was threatening his home, but certain events had led to him transforming as one. They were awkward times, but the transformation into one had been a fond memory, mainly by how it had been performed. The whole transformation had changed everything that had been his human self into his new dragon form; the disappearance of his hair, the changes to his eyes and body, the new additions that came, the change in height, almost nothing remotely remained of his human self except the form his body retained, his memories of his former self, the colour of his eyes, and his caring, kind, helpful nature.

Drake chuckled and nodded, looking back in her direction. "Yes, that's true, in a way. No-one would. Well, expect for one person I know."

"Oh?" Whitney was curious to know what he meant, as she sat down upon the box she brought, she noticed that Drake was staring into the distance for a moment, a smile formed on his mouth, while a tear flowed over his face, "Who would that be?"

"Well, that would be this one person I have known for a while, another dragon I know. In fact they're a dragoness actually. Ember, her name is, she's my..." he looked back at her as he spoke, the smile widened at the mere mention of Ember, though, as the words he wanted to say began to arrive on his tongue, he could feel his heart warming to them, "...well... she's my mate. I love her completely with all my heart."

"Awww," Whitney answered; she knew he had loved a number of women, but to finally find someone to be with him for life, she had always wondered when it would happen, and who with; she smiled, her eyes watering in delight, "...Drake, that's so sweet. She must really mean a lot to you. I'm so pleased to hear you found a true love for yourself."

"Yes, she is," he replied, "I'm grateful for your words, Whitney."

"Oh, oh, oh," she quickly spoke, he knew what she was going to ask; she was like a teen girl wanting to know everything about a friend's lover, "What's Ember like? Is she as strong as you? Are her eyes beautiful? What does she like? Is..."

Drake grinned, hushing her before she could ask any more awkward question about her. As he glanced down to the ground, his eyes caught out of the corners the eagerness in Whitney's body; she was poised, waiting to hear his answer, as her tail wagged smoothly behind her, "Well..." He began describing her to Whitney as well as he knew her, as she listened intently to every word he spoke of his wonderful lover.

Ember certainly was, in every bit, a dragon, and like Drake, she retained a human figure, and all the dragon features. There were differences though between the two; her horns were slightly smaller, and she didn't possess a fin upon her head, her eyes were different, still slitted but the irises burned a bright orange, she was slightly taller than Drake, something he wanted to change, which Ember had agreed about (she didn't like being taller than him), though how, it was something both were still researching, and she possessed silver scales all over her body, head, arms, legs, and wings, while her underbelly shone with a golden sheen to it. There were other features he liked about her body, but he kept those to himself as he continued speaking to Whitney.

His talk of Ember led to how they first met; a large cave, deep in the swamps were she had laid, or rather her egg had. From there, he discussed how he helped her to hatch (keeping out a few details that were, rather private), when they first met, her behaviour around him (and how he found out she was faking it), how she had felt alone one night and how he tried to cheer her up, spend time with her, and how he fell in love with her (Whitney responded to that with another, "Awww," followed by, "Drake, you're so kind."), and not because she was a dragon, but someone he cared about. Then he talked about how they sparred together (keeping out the part about how he let her win), and when he finally made his affections for her known (their first kiss), followed by her response a few days later, and how she helped him to transform into a dragon through her kind's blood (Whitney was a little taken aback by this, "You drank dragon's blood?" to which he responded, "What? You think I became a vampire?" causing the pair to laugh at the thought before Drake continued), and his reaction to how it occurred.

As he continued his tale, Whitney noted a hint of sadness, as he recalled the day that he almost lost her, the day she was attacked by a pack of never-ending demons, and how he rescued her, taking down as many as he could, before bringing her back to his camp, nursing her, helping her, and protecting her (Whitney shed a tear at hearing his bravery and devotion to Ember) as she recovered.

He finally perked up, smiling, as he ended his story about Ember with how, several days after the attack, she had recovered completely, and later that day, how she found him resting in a glade (which both had heard about), before returning his affection, his devotion, his love for her in equal measure, even more, leading to an evening of passion between the pair that would always be special to them, as they finally consummated their love for one another, revealing how they had given their hearts to each other.

As he finished discussing everything about Ember, he heard Whitney sniff, and saw her head was drooped, a few tears running from her eyes and dampening the fur on her face. But he could see her smile, she was crying in joy.

"Drake," she said, lifting her head up, "that was a wonderful tale. I really felt it here," placing a hand upon her chest.

Drake smiled, "I hoped you would like it. I knew you would ask at some point today."

"Oh, Marble would love to hear this," she perked up, bounding up from the box, "She loves a good love story, and I know she like this one even more, being want you would call, a 'true love' story."

Drake chuckled as he stood up, feeling his body now rested, "I'm sure she would." A thought soon came forward in his mind, as he once more looked around the farm, "By the way, where is she?"

"Hmm, I haven't seen her since I sent her out to weed the north field this morning," she replied, a little worry crept into her eyes, "I hope she's alright. I mean, with all those demons out there in the world, always at the edge of the farm, I hope now of them tried to..."

Neither heard the sound of hooves passing nearby; though Drake thought he spotted something head off into the woods not too far from the farm. He shook off any thought of it being trouble (there was something about it that was familiar) as he tried to re-assure Whitney that her fellow worker would be fine; her head drooped again at the thought of her friend, Marble, being in any possible trouble.

"She'll be fine, she can handle herself pretty well, as I recall," Drake said, laying a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her fears, "I mean I've seen what she's like with that crossbow of hers; she's a mean shot with it."

"Really, she's that good?" Whitney asked, lifting her head; Drake could see her eyes had formed more tears against them, as she wiped them away.

"Really," Drake said, nodding and smiling; his assurance was working its effect on her, "I mean she can pick off several imps well within a minute without letting them get away, she even hit them for several yards. I think a demon would be the least of her problems around here. Besides, they never dare venture here at all, anyway. And she does have that hammer that she's proud of, she keeps it in the barn."

Whitney smiled, she knew Drake was comforting her; he was like that with anyone who was sad, because he was that kind of person. Neither heard the footsteps of someone approaching or rather hooves clopping, "Huh, so that's where she...", but they soon knew who it was.

"OHHHHH!!!!! JUST WAIT UNTIL I FIND HIM, THAT SMUG, STUPID, BASTARD!!!!"

That caught them off guard; the sound of someone cursing something got them to look towards the source; a rather irritated-looking Marble, who clutched within her hands the crossbow Drake had mentioned.

"WHERE IS HE?!?!?" she called out, her anger was clear to see as moved her head left and right, searching the area. "WHERE'S THAT STUPID, FUCKING CENTAUR?!?!?"

Marble was quite something to behold the first time Drake saw her, she was a tall cow girl, bigger than Whitney, but shorter than him. Her whole appearance was shaped like a cow in most parts, from her face to her body to her legs; her head was topped with two cow horns that pierced out from beneath her silky, brown hair, while her eyes were a deep brown. Her hands and arms resembled humans save for the fact that they covered in light, matted, blond fur (just like her body and head), and the thick nails on the ends of her fingers. The fur over her was much thicker round her thighs, where protruding from the back was a cow tail fashioned by a cute, pink bow, while her legs led down to where, what would be feet were hooves. Like Whitney she wore simple clothing, a nice simple skirt coupled with a simple top and jacket, which contained her notable 'features' nicely; unlike a cow, she didn't have udders but rather an ample, busty chest which were milked almost four times a week (Drake remembered seeing what they were like the first time he met her after her milking session, and was doing all he could not to be aroused at the thought).

Whitney tilted her head at the question, remaining calm, "Kelt? I'm not sure," shrugging her shoulders.

Drake knew who she meant; Kelt was a centaur, one of those half-human, half-horse creatures he read about back in his village, though meeting one had be something of an experience. But not Kelt (who was rather well-muscled on his human chest, whilst his horse body was coloured a light chocolaty brown), he was the second centaur he met, and he wasn't at all a pleasant person. Sure he knew how to handle a bow when he showed it, but he was arrogant, full of unlikable pride, and someone who loved to make others look inferior. Drake had taken a few lessons, but the abuse he gave, always verbal, was just too much for him to bear, so he vowed never to return to see him again, remembering where Kelt usually hung out to avoid meeting him in his travels.

"WHEN I FIND HIM HE'S... oh, who's this you're with?" her voice changed dramatically when she saw Whitney's company, all the anger went, replaced with a simple calmness to it and a slight bit of shock in her face (and a hint of curiosity that Drake thought he could hear).

"Do you remember Drake when he came to visit us and help out?" Whitney asked, getting a rather perplexed look from Marble.

"What; that rather scrawny looking man who visited every once in a while?" she asked, her friend nodding in response. "Yes I do; but it doesn't explain who 'he' is?" pointing to the dragon standing next to her.

"Scrawny? I'm sure I pulled my fair bit around here," Drake responded, watching cheerfully, as Marble jumped back a bit in shock, "Hello, Marble. It's nice to see you again."

"Drake?!?!?" she exclaimed, unable to accept at first that she had heard his voice, but as her eyes travelled over his shape, she began to slowly approach, taking a moment to examine him, even move his face about, before she pulled back, "Oh-h-h m-y-y-y g-g-o-o-d-d-d!!!" she stuttered, finally believing he was who he was.

"Thought you might be surprised to see him like this," Whitney spoke, giggling as she went to help her friend, she'd become slightly weak in the knees, "I sure was when I saw him. You might have seen him too, but you were already out and about this morning when he came."

"I can't believe he's become, well, a dragon," Whitney said, taking a deep breath, her face slightly flustered, "I mean, I read about them, but to see one is one thing, to find he's become one, well..."

"It's ok, Marble, I can understand how you feel," Drake replied, "But you're not at all put off by this, about what I've become?"

Marble shook her head, "No. Not really. In fact," she gazed up at him, with a rather dreamy look in her eyes, "...you look handsome, beautiful even," which caused him to feel somewhat embarrassing, he could feel blood flowing around what would be the dragon equivalent of cheeks, "Oh, I bet the ladies certainly fall for you, when they see you."

"Oh, but he's already spoken for, Marble," Whitney explained, "He's found himself someone he loves, with all his heart."

"Really???" Marble asked, looking at her friend who nodded, before looking back at Drake, "Oh, that's so good to hear. Who is she, what's she like..."

Whitney shushed her, "I'll tell you everything later, though I can say that she's another dragon, and that his change was her doing. Oh..." it occurred to Whitney that had she never asked one particular question about Drake's lover, in fact she recalled he had never mentioned the subject at all, "...when did you two, like, meet exactly by the way? You never mentioned it."

"Oh, well," Drake tried to recall from his memory, "about a year ago, I think. Oh, wait; that was when I found her egg. I guess we met when she hatched, which would put it about," he continued thinking back in his memories to the day in question, "...well, it will have been a year ago in about eight days from now."

"Oh, so in eight days, she'll be, what, celebrating her birthday? Or is it called something different with dragons?" Whitney asked.

"I... don't know," Drake responded rather perplexed, he had never thought about that, "Come to think of it, I never asked about that or a few things that I haven't been able to understand." His head drooped low; he didn't realise he had unanswered questions, unable to understand why he hadn't asked, but his thoughts also turned to what Whitney had asked, "celebrating her birthday", he wondered if Ember had before.

"Maybe you should talk about it with her?" Whitney suggested which caught Drake's attention, his head rising up.

The dragon contemplated the words, then smiled, a tear flowing down his face, "Maybe I should. Thanks for the suggestion, Whitney."

As he began turning away and preparing himself to fly back to the camp, a hand fell on his shoulder, and as he turned his head round, he received a light kiss on the side of his snout from Whitney, "That's for all the work you've done for me," which caused him to be a little embarrassed; Whitney thought she could see the scales below his eyes turning slightly red.

"Thanks," Drake managed to say; it was quite sweet, he hadn't expected it.

"Oh, wait, before you go," Marble quickly spoke up, and before he knew it, she was quickly in front of him, and kissing him too, though much longer, almost making out with him, while pulling him into her, causing his chest to press into her own. His eyes were wide open as she did, too much enjoying the moment.

As she pulled away, he felt a new level of embarrassment flow into his face, and expressed to her how awkward he felt about it all. The whole thing had aroused him in a way he didn't want, his loincloth slightly bulging as he felt his hidden 'gear' press up against the leather cloth, though as he closed his eyes, rubbing his scales on his face from the embarrassment, he felt something grope against that and all of what it hid behind it, and was shocked to see Marble grin in lust, her hand down upon his crotch.

Neither of them heard hooves quietly move around the barn, except Whitney, who made the assumption of who might have been.

"Oh, yeah," she said, rather seductively as she felt him down below, "she's one lucky girl for having you," before pulling back, winking at him, "You have to ask her if I can have a go with you someday."

Drake didn't know what to say, he could only gulp at how awkward he was now feeling, his arousal getting worse, as he felt his body getting somewhat hot.

"Marble, don't tease him like that," Whitney spoke, chastising Marble for her actions, "Now, Drake, you get along back to her, you don't want to hang around here all day."

Drake nodded, and leapt up into the sky heading back to his camp.

"By the way, Marble," Whitney continued, as she watched for a moment the dragon flying off, "I think I heard Kelt try to hide back round there," pointing to round behind the barn.

"Oh, thanks, Whitney," Marble responded, digging through her jacket's pockets for something.

"What did he do exactly to you?" Whitney asked out of curiosity, as she watched Drake disappear into the distance.

"He let his pride speak for him, claimed a crossbow like mine was never going to be better than his bow," Marble answered, readying a bolt into her weapon, "I like him when he's all proud and dominant, but not when he has to hurt my feelings," before striding off, crossbow at the ready.

Whitney sighed, shaking her head. She knew what the likely outcome was going to. She soon heard Marble calling out again; she had found Kelt.

"YOU STUPID, ARROGANT, SON OF A BITCH!!! I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT MY CROSSBOW IS LIKE!!!!"

She watched as Kelt bolted pass, slightly panicking as Marble followed him for a moment, before taking aim and firing her crossbow, the bolt whizzing through the air pass Whitney and hitting its intended mark, his backside, causing him to scream in agony, as he felt a trickle of blood flow from the wound.

"WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THAT TO ME FOR?!?" he shouted at her, feeling the pain coarse through his body; he almost sounded like he had been wronged.

"NEXT TIME YOU SAY SOMETHING HURTFUL LIKE THAT, I'LL AIM FOR SOMETHING MORE PRECIOUS TO YOU," she called back, eyeing the spot between his back legs. Kelt winced at the thought of what she meant as Marble watched him bolt away out of sight to a grove of trees, before heading back into the barn, satisfied she had gotten her message through, though still holding hurt feelings.

And all Whitney knew, as she went to work on her next chores, was that it would be a while before calm came back to the farm between the two...

The campsite was nothing grand as Drake neared it. It was a simple place, but at least it was adequate for his needs; a simple leather tent in which he slept in, a fire pit with a few logs used as seats, and a small space where he had placed a chest he had found in his travels, and stashed most of what he found for later use, and a second chest he had later acquired from a travelling merchant for Ember to store her own trinkets and ends.

His lover slept within the tent, laying on a much larger bedroll than he had had before. Since he and Ember were now mates, he had chosen to make her a part of his life, which meant getting a new bedroll so they could sleep together at night, nestling up to one another, with much joy and affection for one another.

As he landed, she was slowly waking up and stretching her body, yawning after such a good rest before slowly getting herself up. Drake, being the gentleman and her lover, naturally helped her up to her feet, Ember smiling as he did, and once up kissed him.

"Hello, handsome," she greeted him.

"Hello, gorgeous," he responded, kissing her again, a light peck on her lips.

"Been busy?" Ember asked, she could tell he had been out; the two would at times go off to do their own things, it was something that didn't bother the other at all.

"Oh, quite," Drake answered, settling himself down on one of the log seats by the fire pit, "Been helping at the farm by the lake, met up with a couple of old friends I haven't seen in a while."

"Oh, yeah, so I can see," her eye's travelled down to his groin, to his loincloth, and upon seeing what they stopped at, Drake only realised he still had a bit of a hard-on, he could feel his tip sticking out of his slit; the effects of Marble's kiss and grope hadn't gone away during the flight back, much as he had hoped.

Drake gulped, worried she would get the wrong impression, "Ember, I didn't do anything I should have, I just..." speaking out of panic, not sure how Ember would react, but the dragoness just walked up to him calmly and hushed him, a finger on his mouth as he fell silent looking into her eyes.

"I know you wouldn't, my love, I know you would never do anything behind my back," she spoke, smiling at him, as he sighed in relief, "I mean, you love me, and always will. But then I can't have you to myself always now, can I?" she winked seductively at him, a rather devious move, which caused him to gulp, "Of course, the one who did that has nothing on a body as fine as mine, do they?"

He watched in awe as she shook herself in front of him, the whole thing rather entrancing as his eyes watched her body move, watching every part jiggle, not even responding to her question, but his stare was enough of an answer to her; he could feel his arousal building again.

That was the thing about Ember, she never wore any clothing, in fact she rather scorned it (a detail Drake had not mentioned to Whitney at the farm) something that Drake had found out in the early days of their relationship. Rather she enjoyed being au natural, something he loved about her; and not because it meant he could see the other aspects of her that he never mentioned to his friends, her full, perfect breasts, and her slit, which was glistening ('must have had a wet dream about me again' thought Drake, smiling).

Drake had worn clothing, even when he transformed, but after he rescued her from the demon attack, he had been contemplating the need to do so anymore and eventually he choose to lose them, at first being as naked as her for a few weeks, but eventually he had a loincloth made for himself at the tailors in Tel'Adre, the desert city, which was nothing fancy, a simple piece of leather draped over his front, bound by a leather cord that wrapped around his waist and over his tail, like in the stories he read about lizard men-folk. Ember didn't mind that he wore it out and about in their travels (she actually thought it made him look rugged and rather sexy).

As Ember finished her little seductive act on him, Drake finally regained his concentration, remembering what he had told himself to do; whilst urging his 'sword' to sheath itself.

"Ember?" he asked, gaining her attention whilst she stretched her body again, "You know when you hatched, right?" Ember, curious about what he was asking, nodded in reply, "Why did you hatch fully grown from your egg? I mean, I never asked, and wouldn't if my friend hadn't asked something I thought about before."

"Hmm?" Ember responded, somewhat confused; he had never asked before, true, but he never bothered about it, and she was fine if he didn't ask. "Oh, well... how best do I explain this..." she continued, sitting herself down on one of the other log seats, bringing it closer to him, "We can still grow inside our eggs, it doesn't cause us any problems, in fact, we can survive in them for a long time. I mean, I was inside mine for like three hundred years until you found me and helped me out, although I'm not fully grown yet, I've still got more of my life to live."

"Wait a minute, did you say three hundred years?!?!?" Drake exclaimed, that was something hard for him to believe, but Ember nodded, easing his confusion and doubt.

"Oh yes, that's how long it was since my egg was laid. I guess it's also how old I am, in fact, if you were wondering about my age," she explained, watching him finally accept her words as the truth.

"So then, have you ever, I don't know," he found it difficult to ask her, his eyes not focusing on her but rather looking around him, but he plucked up the courage to speak, looking back at her, "celebrated your birthday, or whatever you call it?" he asked. Ember was slightly taken aback, but he could see her eyes told an answer her mouth was yet to give; a tear as forming in them.

"Well, I..." she tried answering, but the fact it was something about her life was making it hard to answer as straight as she wanted, "Well, we dragons do celebrate 'birthdays' as you call it, but we call them 'hatch-days'. But I ... I mean I grew up all alone in my egg, I never thought..." she was finding it hard to answer, lowering her head as if she felt shame, but Drake didn't need her to, he leant forward, placing a hand beneath her head and lifting it up, comforting her with a smile.

"I understand. You haven't have you?" he asked her, and she slowly nodded, the tear that had formed flowed over the scales of her face and onto his hand, "Maybe we should change that then, hmm, my love?"

Ember suddenly perked up; was he offering to celebrate her hatch-day with her? She had always known when it was even if she had been within her egg every year it came, but always it was on her own. His offer sounded wonderful, ever more proof of his love to her.

"Really???" she asked rather eagerly. Drake nodded. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, my sweet wonderful dragon," she replied, leaping up and jumping onto him, before kissing him again, rewarding him by making the kiss last longer, whilst, unknown to him at first, she lowered her hip towards his groin, grinding it, his hard-on which had been retreating into its hiding place, came back with a fierce vengeance, the bulge in his loincloth touching the lips of her slit.

"Oh? Is someone showing me one of my gifts for my hatch-day," she said as she withdrew from the kiss, her voice all seductive, as she enjoyed the feeling of his 'gear' against the entrance of her passage.

"Maybe..." he said teasingly, bringing a hand up to rub against one of her breasts, his fingers teasing its nipple between their grasps. Ember moaned in response.

"Oh, that would be wonderful," she answered, enjoying the feel of his touch, only to notice him withdraw, whining for him to continue.

"I would love to continue, but I wish to give you more than just myself for your hatch-day," he motioned for her let him up, which she eventually allowed, growling at him playfully for teasing her, though he noted she started it first. "And, well, I thought you would like to perhaps, give me a few ideas on what gifts you would like, when we get to Tel'Adre."

"Oh, really?" she asked, kissing him again on the lips, "Tel'Adre? I've never been there before, but it's a place isn't it; what is it, a village, a town, a city? Is it far?"

"Oh, it's city, and it's quite a way to travel, it's a bit of a flight at first, but we'll have to land at the edge of the desert, and travel along the caravan road, the heat doesn't do a dragon good if they're flying over it," he replied, remembering the close call he had when he tried flying to the desert town before, only for the heat of the sun to nearly overcome him when he did, the thought still a distant trace in his memory as he slightly shuddered, "I should know best, you've never travelled through the desert before," she shook her head in response. He could imagine the same thing happening to her and her suffering as a result. He put the thought out of his mind, not wanting to let it continue to plague his worries, as he smiled to his sweet, loving dragoness, "But I will teach you, show you how to survive out there."

Ember smiled, thankful of his offer, "But you don't have to do this for me, you know?"

Drake shook his head, "For you, I would travel as far as I could possibly go, to any mountain, to any forest, through any dungeon, any place out there, all to find the perfect things to make your hatch-day special, especially your first one out of your egg this year."

Ember was overwhelmed with joy, squealing in delight, as she embraced her lover in her arms, kissing him on the lips again and again, tears flowing down her face at his words, "That's what I love about you, Drake; you're so devoted to me."

"I know, Ember, I know..." he replied, his own eyes weeping at her loving words to him...

They didn't head out at first, but rather, he insisted on going early the next morning, the pair flying at sunrise across the open plains and over the forest; Drake didn't take much with him, a few poultices (as a precaution) in a small pouch, a bag of gems (the local currency) and his sword which he held in a leather scabbard tied around his body and resting against his back between his wings. Ember never took much, except a couple of poultices of her own in pouch she had made herself (Drake had insisted he would get her one, but a little pride of hers made her decide otherwise; something for which he didn't mind at all), which she had designed like a little knapsack slung over her arm.

Ember stayed close to her love, occasionally glancing at him, smiling at the thought of what he might get for her; Drake noticed a few times, smiling back as the land beneath them flew past in a breeze, but he didn't show any signs of what he was thinking. His thoughts were to what he would get for her, he had a few ideas, though hoped to find a way of getting him to show what she liked; she'd never been to the desert town before, or any other settlement for that matter.

Eventually they could see the desert appearing in the distance and getting ever closer. The dragon motioned to his mate to follow him, as they steered round the edge, until finally they found the road that the trading caravans used to make their way through the sand dunes. The spot they chose to land in was a simple watering hole, used by the traders to water their animals whether they were heading in, or had just come out of the desert; nice clean water which Drake suggested they took a moment to use.

After soaking their scales in the water (Drake had to remove his loincloth before entering, which allowed Ember to see the spot between his legs and grin seductively at her lover (at the thought of taking him there and then, which she held back on) as she stepped in with him), the pair got out and prepared to walk out into the desert, the sun blazing down upon the sands, heating up the ground as it did.

Drake was grateful he didn't wear much clothing or his armour. Before his transformation, the desert had always been a cruel place, on occasion he had seen one or two mirages, and had a run in with several sand witches (as they were called) who offered something he never took (which often resulted in them fighting him to give it anyway, though he always won thankfully), the nagas who slithered across the sands (Drake often wondered where they came from) and on a couple of occasions a few demons who wondered through the dunes. He found the heat not overwhelming as before, though he could feel the sweat forming over his brow; Ember didn't seem bothered at all, keeping pace with him as they travelled.

The land behind them disappeared, leaving only the road and the sand dunes as the only thing visible around them, the road now climbing for a bit over one of the dunes.

"How much further is it?" Ember asked, a slight bit of impatience hung in her voice, though she remained calm. Drake could see her body was beginning to sweat as turned back round.

"The desert gets a bit hilly around about here, but I think we're about halfway there," he covered his eyes as glanced up to mark the position of the sun, the sky above clear blue with no trace of clouds around, "We should make it before midday I think," before looking back at his mate.

"Oh, does that mean we might see it from here?" she asked, and before he could answer, she rushed forward, following the road a bit as it weaved up and down on the dunes, before straying from the road on the next dune.

Drake followed quickly, not worried about her sudden rush to see the town at first, but as he watched her stray off the road quite a bit, he began to worry, and then panic; he knew what hidden dangers lay off the road, and he became deeply concerned that Ember would get in trouble again, the thought of the demon attack reared itself in his memory.

"Drake, I think I can see it," she called out, excited at seeing their destination, as she looked back at him, pointing towards the town in the distance.

"Ember, get back on the road!!! You don't know what might..." he called out, but it was too late. Ember stood at the peak of the dune, but began to feel the sand shift beneath her.

Before she could react, the sand pulled her down, causing her to slide down the dune, as Drake watched; his fears for her safety caused him to rush after her, staying on the more stable sand, "EEEMMMMMBBBBBEEEEERRRRR!!!!!!"

The dragoness couldn't do much but watch as she continued sliding down the dune, the sand flowing like water, before her eyes noticed a depression in the sand, a sort of sinkhole, with the sand around it being sucked into the centre. As Drake climbed over the dune and down the other side, he saw it too, and realised what it was, 'Gods, not another sandtrap!!!'

Sandtraps were annoying creatures in his mind, they could pop up anywhere in the desert, and each always differed in a way. The creatures looked human, but only with their head and body, up to their waist; the rest of their body was like an insect as he had seen the abdomen beneath its belly come out of the sand a few times, almost like an ant, the same colour as the sand, which kept it anchored in the sand, leaving the rest of it beneath, with no telling what it was like (a mystery he had no intention of solving), whilst it possessed four arms; and they had the ability of turning even the most stable of sand into a flowing trap for their victims.

"Hmm, such a juicy little ant in my trap," it spoke in a husky voice, watching as Ember began to struggle to pull out, though the sand made it difficult to get up, let alone give her a foothold to work with. She found it difficult to keep her distance from the creature, as it leered in anticipation of its powerless prey getting closer, her legs starting to sink into the sand.

"LEAVE HER ALONE!!!!" Drake called out; he brought himself near to the edge of its trap, and with a build-up of power inside himself, unleashed a breath of fire upon the sandtrap, the creature screeching in agony, its arms flailing as it was struck.

The attack had an effect, Ember found the sand was not moving towards the monster, but was becoming stable, and she used this to pull out her legs and climb back. This didn't last, as the sand became lose again, causing her to slip, but she was able to stay upright this time, though she was still sinking back towards the creature.

"WHY DON'T YOU FIGHT FAIR, MONSTER, OR ARE YOU TOO AFRAID OF DOING SO, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT?!?!?" Drake shouted, unsheathing his sword as he let out another blast of fire, bringing himself as close to the edge as he dared to, and unleashed another blast of fire.

The creature reeled in pain as the flames scorched its body. Ember felt the sand become stable, and taking an opportunity, launched herself into the air, and bringing herself behind Drake. The dragon smiled as he saw her land, relieved she was safe.

But the distraction caused the sandtrap to turn its attention onto him, and in a wrath-crazed state, it caused the edge of its trap to collapse, Drake's body fell into the trap, whilst his sword flung out of his hand and onto the stable sand behind him.

"Well, seems I'll have to have you then, little ant," it chattered, watching him menacingly, as he realised he was sliding in head first towards the creature. He tried to unleash a further burst of fire, but the sandtrap, anticipating the move, threw up rivulets of sand into his face, causing him to cough and splutter, while blinding his eyes.

"NO!!!! DRAKE!!!!!!" Ember called out, watching her lover become powerless before the beast. As she watched, she felt an anger grow inside her, and began to realise just what he had felt like when she had been in the same predicament. Without warning, she roared in anger, "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!!!"

But the sandtrap just sneered at her, acting as if she couldn't do anything, but it was wrong. She tried, initially, to breathe fire onto it, but it stopped that effort having already experienced it twice from her lover, by throwing up sand to blind her. When it dispersed, she saw her own love was too close to try again, so she thought to claw and kick it, flying over it, once, twice, but the creature evaded a few of the attacks easily, and any that did hit didn't do much damage, and the sun made it difficult to keep up any flight.

Landing back where she had been, she tried thinking of what to do. She thought of trying to charge in, but would have been a foolish move with just her claws and feet coupled with the unstable sand in the trap; but her thoughts turned to the weapon her lover used. Sure he fought like a dragon, but he combined his moves with the sword in quite a way she never thought of before.

'He used this to save me before,' she thought as she picked it up, 'Now it's my turn!!' a determined look came over her face.

"OK, YOU BASTARD!!! LET MY LOVER GO!!!" she called out, as she charged into the pit. The creature mocked her as she did, but in its efforts to halt her, she dodged the sand he threw up, and slashed the sword over its arms, wounding it. As it reeled back in pain, she slashed again and again; hacking into its flesh, the sword cutting into it and forcing it to bleed, its blood was an unsightly greenish colour as it flowed out, which fizzed as it fell into the sand.

The creature made one more effort to stop her, lunging at her, but she pierced its human chest with the sword, cutting through it before she withdrew. With one final breath, it screamed in agony, the sound almost deafening, before finally collapsing, its upper half falling back, but it finally went still, a couple of arms twitched for a moment before stopping.

As she breathed a sigh of relief, her thoughts turned to Drake. He was still breathing, but almost buried into the sand. She pulled him up, and helped him out of the trap, before they settled onto the sand, Ember dropping the sword between the pair, as both finally panted from the ordeal.

"Wait, Ember, did you..." he tried asking as his breathing calmed, but tears were forming in his eyes as he looked at her, as a feeling of sadness came over him, stopping him talking. The dragoness nodded, she knew what the question was, and the sadness washed over him, as he fell into sobbing, "...I'm-I'm so so-sorry, I wasn't str-str-strong enough..."

Ember shushed him as best she could, comforting him as she brought herself over to him, resting her head on his shoulder, "No, you were strong, my love. I was at fault," his sadness passed onto her, as she began crying, "I sh-sh-shouldn't ha-ha-have..." but the thought of almost losing him and it being her fault made her voice trail off.

Each could not speak for a moment, as they embraced each other nestling their head against one another, their tears flowing into the sand, as they clung on to their lover, not wanting to let go. As the sadness died down, Drake brought his mate's face to his and kissed her slowly, before speaking again, "And I thought my love for you gave me strength..."

She smiled up at him, "I guess my love for you gives me strength too." She glanced at the creature, its corpse likely to attract the local animals that scavenged in the desert, "Do you think we can go now, I don't want to be here anymore; please?"

Drake nodded, and as he took back his sword and sheathed it, he led them both back to the road, each eager to forget the trouble they just experienced, except for one thing.

Ember's courage...

Tel'Adre was not much a bustling city as it should have been, a few areas were abandoned because of damage created thanks to the corruption throughout the land, while some were inaccessible, a tower in the centre of the city produced a magical effect, warding off any potential trouble that would try to come up to the city's walls.

Gaining entry was an issue; the guards had to check everyone who wanted entry for any sign of corruption, those who were clean, or had minimal traces of it were allowed in, while those who had a considerable amount were turned back. Both dragons watched as a merchant, having recently arrived, was turned back, "But I haven't touched anything..." he called out, but the guards would not listen, only instructing him to stay away; those unfortunate enough to be turned back, but who also hated what they had, had set up camp near to the gate, where fortunately, a small oasis provided water, whilst they tried to make a living from passing trade.

As they stepped forward, the guards greeted Drake, he had been through enough times, and was always clean, but Ember was stopped and separated from him.

"But..." he tried to protest, but they insisted on checking her, the safety of the city's inhabitants being there main concern, as they examined her body for any sign of corruption, any hint of lust for her was quelled instantly by their leader. Only when they were satisfied, did they let her through, much to Drake's relief, who could only apologise for the trouble, Ember smiled, letting him know she did not mind them checking her.

Beyond the gates, they walked up along a major street, passing by several sandstone buildings, watching the people go about their business, a small number of children were playing, some of the women were cleaning clothes, and a few guards were patrolling the smaller streets and alleys off the main thoroughfare.

The city was divided into several districts, most of which were almost empty, the swank wealthy district in the west (most of their homes were now abandoned, only a few of the elite stayed here with at least personal bodyguards for protection), the temple district in the north (though the temple was damaged and mostly abandoned), the slums in the east (a lot of poor and displaced people lived here, but only closer to the centre) to name, a few, and although Ember wanted to explore the place, Drake insisted against it, since some places weren't safe, even in the day. Instead they headed for the market, which was overshadowed by the tower at the city's centre.

The market was a hive of activity, more so than any other part of the city. The stalls were filled with a variety of goods and their owners, who were peddling them to every passer-by hoping for a sale, anything from fruits, meats, unbelievable delicacies, cloths, trinkets, and anything else that could be sold in a fair trade. Around the market were various stores, one involved in the trade of piercings, another an open air shop for armour and weapons, the local bar, and a domed building which (rather surprisingly when Drake had first seen it) was a bakery.

Ember was wrapped up in the smells coming from the food; "These are so heavenly..." she sniffed at the variety of fragrances wafting past her nostrils, as she eyed a few she wanted. Drake smiled, and taking out his bag, passed over a few gems to his dragoness, "Ohhh, thanks," she uttered before suddenly adding, "...Though I could have gotten my own, you know!!!" all in her mock behaviour which he loved; he knew she was acting, and she knew he knew, but she kept up the act whenever they were around others, she liked performing like it; before heading off to one of the stalls. He, on the other hand, had a different place in his mind that he wanted to go, and since Ember was now perusing the stalls, it meant he could arrange something he wanted to get, and keep it a surprise from Ember.

Away, down a small alley, Drake had found a small shop two visits before, which he had found to be a jeweller, and which not only offered jewellery and unique gemstones (the currency was on much less quality stones), but could also make necklaces and rings and other pieces to order. As he entered the shop, a bell rang, and the owner, who was busy looking over a silver necklace at his wooden counter, glanced up, removing the seeing glass he used for examinations and placing it on the surface.

"Oh, a dragon...how, odd," he spoke; he was a gruff old man, with the appearance of a goat, concealed within a simple enough set of robes, "Well, what can I do for you?"

"I wish to surprise my mate with a gift she would truly love," Drake responded, taking a moment to look around the shop, before eyeing a piece in a simple display cabinet, "Something like that," his hand pointing to a necklace with a gem set in it.

"Ah, quite a nice piece that," the goat nodded, "Would you like that or, would you like something like that made?"

"Definitely made to order," he said, and the goat took a moment to go below the counter, bringing up a roll of paper, an ink well, and a quill.

"So, a gem necklace then?" he asked dipping the quill in the well, its tip coated in black ink as it came out, and Drake nodded, the goat scribbling down the response onto the paper, "Ok, what material do you want it made in?" he then asked, and Drake took a moment, looking over the other necklaces, before seeing one made in gold, and pointing it out, "Gold; right, that is doable," he said, scribbling that down, "And what gem would you like?"

"Hmm," Drake took a moment to wonder what would be right, "Well, it would have to be something she would like, something that speaks of her and our love." He looked over the various pieces again, "Do you have something in particular like that?" he asked.

The goat lowered the paper and quill, "Yes, I think I have just the piece," and he made his way to a back door, concealed behind a large cloth sheet, venturing through. He was gone for a few moments before he re-emerged, carrying in his hand a small box.

As he brought himself back to the counter, he laid the box down, and opened it, allowing Drake to look inside; nestled within was a remarkable gem, a ruby, square cut, and coloured like a fire, a mixture of red, orange and yellow.

"That's..." he was taken aback by it, "...that's perfect."

The goat smiled, "I thought it might be right. That's is a heart-fire ruby; it's said dragons of old, when they were larger in numbers, used to give these to those they loved. It seemed suitable for you."

Drake watched as he closed the box, and scribbled away again on the paper, before mentioning for anything else. The dragon shook his head, and the goat gave a price and the time it would be completed; the price was nothing he would not mind paying out for, as for the time, "I can have the piece made in five days from now," it was not a problem, it would be ready for when he would present it.

"That will do just fine," before paying the agreed price. He had something ready for Ember at least, but he wondered if he should get something else as well...

As Drake walked back to the market, he found Ember busy at one of the stalls. She was eating something, and as he walked up to her, she turned round, her mouth slightly dripping with some sort of liquid substance on her lips.

"Oh, Drake," she whispered to him, as he reached the stall, "You have to try this, it is so sweet," her hand was clasping a bowl to which some of the substance was contained, "I think it was called iced-cream. It's so tasty, that I just love it; I've already had five bowls of it." She dipped a finger into the bowl, collecting up a bit more, and putting it her mouth (almost seductively Drake thought) before speaking normally and in her mock behaviour, "I doubt you could handle this stuff better than I can," before she settled it on the counter and sauntered off to another stall, winking at him as she left.

"Erm, what are you selling exactly?" he asked the owner, who was removing the dirty bowl somewhere out of sight.

"Oh, good sir, a wonderful delicacy, all the way from the north," the owner spoke with glee, he was an odd one, a sort of wolf like man, whose hands were clasped in one another while he spoke in an accent he couldn't quite place, "The likes of which, no one has ever truly seen, heard or tasted," he hunched forward over his stall counter, "It is called iced-cream, oh, good sir."

Drake noticed that behind his counter there were several covered large tubs which had some form of vapour leaking out from beneath the lids and sliding down onto the ground before disappearing, and an odd machine which consisted of a barrel with a hatch on the top, several gears and levers, a dial on the front, and finally a large spigot on the end all held in a metal frame, whilst his counter contained several bowls with wooden spoons for them.

"What's it like?" he asked, his curiosity peaked.

The owner smiled with glee again at the prospect of another, potential sale, "Oh, it's like cream, but cold and more smoother, and if mixed with the right flavours, tastes wonderful. If sir wants, I can give you a taster of one of the flavours I offer, free of charge."

Drake nodded in agreement, and the owner pointed out that the tubs carried three flavours, simple ones he had made with the machine he had, "The flavours I have are sweet, sweet, chocolate, juicy strawberry, or tantalizing vanilla," to which Drake opted for strawberry (one of his favourite foods), and received a smaller bowl than those on offer with a small ball of the stuff. It looked a reddish-pink and as his finger touched it, it was soft but cold, some of it coated the tip which he brought up to his mouth, flicking his tongue over it when it was within reach. Unbelievably, the stuff tasted good and just as creamy as was promised, and as he took the remainder left in the bowl, he found it melted against his tongue, the taste was perfect, like strawberry cream, while the chill slightly numbed his tongue, and as he swallowed it, it flowed down his throat smoothly, chilling him a bit, as he took a moment to lick up the rest in the bowl.

"Sir like?" the owner asked, and Drake nodded, licking up traces he had over his snout, getting every last bit as he placed the bowl onto the counter; he could see now why Ember liked it. "Oh, sir has excellent taste for new things."

"Indeed," he replied, and as the bowl was removed, he pondered about what the others were like. As he did, a thought crossed his mind; he looked round and noticed Ember was busy at another stall, "You said you made this?"

"Oh, sir, indeed I did," the owner spoke, "All my own work, though method learned from creators in north, who taught me secret of making it," he tapped his machine which was obviously how he did it, "Gave me this so I could show world my discovery."

"Can you make any other flavour?" he asked; a devious notion was crossing his mind as he said "flavour", he did his best to contain the wickedness from forming on his mouth.

"Oh, sir, I could make any flavour, and since machine is easy to clean, it would not be problem to make many flavours for you," the owner responded. "Does sir want more of iced-cream? Does sir want me to make him flavours he likes?" Drake grinned, and leaning over the counter, whispered what he fancied being made for him.

The owner looked perplexed for the moment as he listened before looking somewhat confused, so Drake, noticing his mate was still at the same stall, glanced towards her for a bit, the owner following his movement, "Oh, she bought a good bit from me, five bowls in fact. Never seen a dragon consume so much," he spoke, and then made a connection he had to confirm, "Is dragoness with you? Is she your love?" Drake just continued grinning, and nodded in response. The owner suddenly was taken aback a bit, but realised the notion the dragon had had, and grinned, "Oh ho, sir is very wicked, but I like it. Have never done that before, but for you, it would be pleasure to make. Would need ingredients for that, but could make for you."

"I know she likes strawberries like me, and chocolate, and I also think honey as well," Drake continued; she had tasted these before when he brought back some from separate trips, "Could you make me those and that 'other' one?"

The owner nodded in approval, "Can do. But would need ingredients plus fee for making it," Drake nodded and stated he would get the ingredients for him in the next few days, while for the fee, the owner gave a price, and he paid it, providing a little extra as hush money, "Oh, can keep secret, no problem," as the owner accepted the payment. When asked how long it would take, he was told it would be about a day when everything was brought, which Drake commented was perfect, before moving off, the owner wishing the dragon a pleasant day.

As he walked away, hearing the owner greet another customer who took an interest in his delicacy, he made his way to Ember; the sun was just beginning its descent, midday had arrived; who was busy looking over a few pieces of meat being sold.

"What to try out that place, next?" he asked rather seductively while pointing to one of the buildings; he had come up to her so quietly that it spooked her a bit (though not something he intentionally meant to do), as she slapped his leg with her tail, before calming down and noticing where he was pointing.

The bakery...

The bakery was certainly a different place, lying below street level. Inside, it was a bustle of activity, and was divided between being a shop at the front; a display case acted as a counter to which inside were several different and delightful confectionaries while behind on various shelves were an assortment of breads and other bakery treats; to a café in the rear; lined with an assortment of tables and a few booths against the back wall, all draped with a fine tablecloth of cotton, and all served by a few waitresses who went between taking orders, to passing through a door in the back that led into the kitchens, returning with trays laden with goodies.

Naturally, the place was busy with people either buying from the shop, or being led to a table for a snack, refreshment or light meal. For Drake, who was bringing in Ember to enjoy a meal together, the waitress that served them, a vixen girl (who Drake thought was rather cute-looking) had offered a table, but he refused and asked for a booth, one of the few that were somewhat concealed from the rest of the café; the dragoness didn't notice the spark of lust in his eyes as they sat down, though the booth was larger than they needed, the table was quite big and covered in a fine tablecloth of deep red which, as they sat down, they draped over themselves and around their waist whilst Drake moved the table closer to them, the pair sitting close to each other.

Each received a menu from the waitress before she went to serve another table, and naturally they looked over what was on offer. Ember was somewhat confused not sure what to choose for herself; fortunately her appearance (being naked as she was), didn't attract any unwanted attention and place pressure on her, possibly because of Drake's presence and the fact they were almost secluded for anyone else.

"Oh...erm," she looked through what was on offer, cream cakes, cookies, doughnuts, teas, coffees; they overwhelmed her, not because she didn't know what they were, but rather what she would have. The fact Drake was treating her to this was something she was still getting used too; sure they had been to places like this before, but never to be together. This was a first for her.

"If you're having problems, I could help," he asked, "not that a dragon needs help," he added copying her usual mock behaviour rather teasingly. Ember, rather surprisingly, giggled to herself at his response before sliding her tail under the cloth and slapped his leg with it, mouthing "cheeky" at him as he felt it and glanced at her.

When the same waitress returned ready to take their order, Drake simply motioned that they needed more time, and watched as the girl walked off again. Once she was gone, he glanced at her love who was still reading the menu. Her body was something, all so alluring, and her perfectly formed breasts were resting comfortably on the table, concealed from the other customers at the moment by the menu (he was almost tempted to lean over and playfully lick them, but Drake managed to control himself from pursuing that idea, however tempting it was). He could feel himself becoming aroused at the sight, and since he moved the waitress on, he could get down to something he had wanted to do since suggesting the place; the booth was part of his plan.

"Give me a moment, Ember, I have to take care of something," he spoke. The dragoness was too engrossed on making a choice to listen much, only mumbling that she understood. As he slid out from the booth, he walked off, watching as she took no notice of his departure.

'Perfect', he thought, a devious grin formed on his mouth; he had wanted to try out something he had never done before with her, something he had done before with other women, back when he had been human.

Quietly, and making certain the other customers were not paying any attention, he slunk down to onto the ground, and slowly crawled back to the booth, making certain Ember didn't see him, before stealthily entering the space beneath the table, big enough for him to enter, without doing anything to get himself noticed.

Once he was sure he had snuck in without being seen, he looked over to where his love sat, her legs visible beneath the table, all the way up to her waist, where he eyed his prize, her genital slit which concealed her lower lips and her sex. As he watched, he licked his lips at what he was about to do; she had given him some amazing pleasure before with her mouth, but since them they had only ever mated with little foreplay, now it was time to return the favour the way she had started things.

Ember, who had by now finished reading the menu, having made up her mind, was waiting for Drake to return. To feel two hands spread her legs caused her to squeak quietly in surprise, jumping a bit in the booth, as she felt the hands spread her as far as she could go, before feeling one hand caress her on her sensitive spot between them, two fingers dragging up and down her slit, teasing the folds gently, rubbing over the flesh, at one point they circle the slit, smoothly going over every spot. As Ember took a deep breath she can feel her slit open, the folds becoming aroused at the feeling.

She couldn't say who it was under there, but as they continued, she felt the fingers begin dipping into her passage, feeling up the walls, before thrusting in and out, teasing her from within as the tips stroked her inner walls. As she felt her body twitch, she tried to keep her composure, not wanting anyone to know what was going on despite being mostly concealed from the rest of the place; she never thought about something like this in public, whoever was doing it was hidden, and although it was awkward at first, her mind told her how good it was, keeping her from stopping this to find out who it was. Before long her body was producing its natural juices, letting them gush over the little 'intruders' below and slickening them up as they continued thrusting building up the pleasure inside her.

Realising that her body was reacting the way that he wanted, Drake finally withdrew his fingers, noting how they were now slick with her fluids, taking a moment to lick them clean, savouring their pure taste for the first time without his own, 'And she thinks mine is tasty...' he thought, as he chose to let her come down a bit. He didn't let it last for long, not wanting her to subside away, her slit like a delicate flower waiting for its 'bee' to return, so he quickly leaned in, and tongue now out, and began licking her lips, feeling the juices flow onto it; it was a new sensation for him, and with a much more flexible tongue, this could be even better than he had done before. She was already squirming in his touch again; he noticed movement against the cloth, her tail twitching and poking the tablecloth as he rubbed her lips against his flesh, his tip rubbing over any bit that would be sensitive to her as her juices seeped out and flowed onto the booth seat as he teased her more.

Ember could only do so much to hold her composure, though deep down the change from fingers to a tongue was incredible. Whoever it was, had teased her, and now was pleasing her again, as the tongue went over the little nubs at the top, causing her to squeal quietly as she felt it drag over her flesh, its owner's breath washing over her slit. She gripped the table in her hands, the claws digging in as she felt sparks fly up her body from the teasing, her legs slightly bucking beneath the table, taking care not to hit whoever was doing this. She could feel more of her juices building up, ready to pour out; already the seat she was in was getting damp from the action.

Feeling satisfied that Ember was ready, her pussy now sopping wet from his tongue and her own juices, Drake grinned as he finally delved his tongue in, feeling her walls convulse and tighten around it as he continues going in, feeling her inner-most depths with his draconic tongue; he couldn't believe he had never thought of this earlier, but the fact he was doing it now, and somewhere hidden in public, excited him as he began swirling his tongue feeling over every bit of her passage, its flexibility surprising him. His oral skills were quite something, but his tongue made it even better, and he could feel how much she liked it, her juices flowing over his tongue again, as he began feeling over every little bit, until his tongue came over one place in her quivering depths that she squeaked and twitched at, the flesh somewhat spongy and soft.

'Oh,' he thought, 'does my little Ember have a weak spot?' He grinned as he rubbed over it with care, sending more sparks up into his lover's body, as he felt her buck more to his touch, her juices flowing out like honey over his tongue.

The sounds of someone approaching finally made him stop, forcing him withdraw his tongue and savour the taste, her slit dimly glistened with her fluids, as he glanced at the cloth and spotted the black silhouette of someone. He recognised it as the same waitress, obviously back to check on her customers. 'Hmm,' he thought, as he looked back at his lover's flower, an idea crossing his mind, 'Could I...' a devious smile on his lips as he chose to go with his idea.

"Is everything alright?" the waitress asked, glancing at the dragoness, who was still doing her best to conceal the pleasure she had been receiving; and the annoyance of having had it stop by the interruption as she the table go, "You seem a little, off? You're not feeling ill?"

"No, no, no," Ember shook her head; at least her body wasn't twitching for the moment, as she took a deep breath. "I'm perfectly fine," she said, her breathing coming back under her control. "Why; should a dragon not be alright?" she asked in her mock behaviour, though spoke delicately to the waitress, she had no reason to be harsh for her attentive service to her.

The young girl shook her head, "I didn't mean anything bad by it. It's just there was someone out there who thought you might have had difficulties."

Ember accepted her words; the waitress was quite good with job, something she admired. As she thought to speak and ask something else, she felt something caress her below, a set of lips delicately touching her slit, gently kissing them, 'What?!? Now 'you' start up again...' she thought, though she didn't mind the touch, her body welcomed it again, but a part of her was worried that with someone nearby, she might be caught in such a compromising way; though the thought of it gave her a thrill like nothing before.

"If you want, I could get you some water," the waitress offered, as Ember gripped the table again. But the dragoness shook her head, not needing anything really (other than to have whoever was doing this to finish soon).

"By the way," the waitress continued, glancing from side to side, "Where's the other dragon that came in with you?"

As Ember felt the touch of the lips intensify (doing everything she could to conceal her joy and delight at the feel), she wondered about that herself too, "He said he had to take care of something," she answered, as she felt that wonderful tongue pierce her again and delve into her depths once more. She started to have a suspicion on where he might have gone.

"Oh, well I'll come back when he's returned to take your order. I'm sure he won't be long," the waitress replied, smiling, as she went to see to another table.

'Maybe, but Ember won't last long,' Drake thought, relieved the waitress was now gone, as he withdrew his tongue and kissed his lover's folds, picking up her juices on his mouth.

Ember was relieved too, but now she had the opportunity to test her suspicions, and so carefully she leaned her head down to the side a bit, and then raised the tablecloth, her eyes gazing beneath the table before widening in surprise.

"Drake?!?" she whispered loudly, "What are... are (oh) ... you..."

Drake pulled back, licking his lips of her honey whilst hushing her, "You did this to me unaware before, so it was only right I did the same," looking at her eyes as he winked, letting his tongue slide along his jaw slowly, letting him see her slightly blush, "Just enjoy it," he added, before he went back to her folds, and delve into them again.

Ember straightened herself as she let the cloth go, feeling her lover's tongue rub and caress her inner walls, touching over every spot in there again. She realised what he was doing, and although she would have stopped him there and then, she had never expected him to give such pleasure before; she had experienced his tail before, but his mouth was something new. 'Oh... hell!!' she thought and just gave herself up to the moment, although she held her composure with every ounce of her strength to continue concealing his devious actions.

He could her body begin to buck, and knew what was coming. But opting to tease her further for a little longer, he licked over the sensitive spot twice, and then pulled out, lapping her folds.

"Please," she whispered to him through the cloth, it was easy to tell how much her body was beginning to tense, "Please, just finish it. I can't keep this up for long."

He grinned, and lifted the cloth a bit to speak to her, "Well, I did hear this was an amazing 'treat' in here, and while it has been nice to sample it for so long, I think I would love to taste the creamy filling about now," he said so smoothly, Ember letting out a quiet moan as he delved in once more, thrusting his tongue into her again and again, her hips bucking towards his mouth as he continued his loving treatment.

She could feel herself reaching her peak, and she knew she could not contain it any longer. As he rubbed her sensitive spot slowly, one more time, her walls clenched tightly, and a wave of pleasure hit her, her passage exploding in a new found orgasm, as her juices freely flowed from her, over his tongue and into his waiting mouth, slurping up every last bit he could get, while Ember did everything to supress the roar she wanted to give.

As she finally came down from the experience, somewhat panting, he finally withdrew, licking his mouth again before sliding out from under the table and standing up, watching her quietly recover to herself as he leaned in, "Mmm, that was 'so' good," he whispered to her, watching her eye him in lust for what he did. As he pulled back and closed his eyes to savour the taste, he was unaware of Ember catching sight of a bulge in his loincloth, her mouth lusting for a chance to give him a 'treat' in return, before taking a moment to lean her head back and breathe deeply concealing her desire.

Drake finally sat back down next to her, taking a quick glance at the menu again, "So, did you decide on something?"

Ember just looked at him, curious, not wanting to answer his question yet. "Why did you do that?" she quietly asked, letting her fingers slip down to her vent as she felt their wetness, as they finally calmed down, her arousal going.

"Well..." Drake replied, it was not difficult to explain why, "Firstly, you did that to me unaware, didn't you, the first time we mated?" to which she smiled, blushing as she remembered their first experience together, "And secondly, you deserved something for saving me today, my sweet, 'sweet', dragoness," he continued, leaning over and kissing her, Ember tasting bits of herself on his mouth.

"Oh," she said seductively as she pulled back, "I'll have to do that more often," grinning deviously at him, noting how he took her teasing remark. He grinned at how she thought, before she leaned over and kissed him back.

They could have made out then and there after the session, but the waitress, having seen that Drake was now back (although none the wiser about where he had been), came over and they were forced to straighten themselves up a bit to make an order.

As Drake ordered what the pair wanted, he failed to notice the look in his mate's eyes as she glanced at him again, the lust she now had for him...

Their order came though a few moments later on; Drake was having some freshly made tea, contained within a china cup, a couple of doughnuts and a cookie, while Ember was having milk which had been poured into a smooth glass, an assortment of cream cakes, and a couple of cookies; both had been given fine china plates for their treats. As everything was set out for them, Ember began thinking of which to eat first, though she hid away want she really desired to have, from her lover, while Drake simply took a sip of the tea.

"Well, it's all set. Please, enjoy yourselves," the waitress said, bowing with a smile before making her way back to the rest of the café, leaving the two on their own.

"That's, quite a bit, Ember," Drake mentioned as he settled his tea onto the table, looking over the assortment of cakes she had asked; the bill was going to be something.

"Oh, I plan to enjoy these well, my love," she answered, before taking up one of the cakes, a nicely filled cream éclair, taking a moment to savour the cream with her tongue. The way she did it caught out Drake, who watched as she lapped it up quite teasingly; he felt the blood begin to rush below as she did. She stopped eventually and bit the tip off, chewing the piece in her mouth, before swallowing it. Satisfied at the taste, she bit down hard on the éclair, causing the cream to squirt out.

"Opps," she said rather playfully. Not that Drake took any notice, he was more focused on where the cream had landed, some on the table, some on a few cakes, but the rest had splattered onto her chest, and over her mounds. Drake didn't know whether to call for a napkin or lick up the cream himself, but Ember took care of the matter, dragging a finger over the mess, collecting some of it that had gone over her breasts and her nipples and bringing it up to her mouth, slowly putting it in erotically, as her tongue licked off the cream. She repeated this twice more, watching as he became engrossed with her performance; the whole thing was turning him on. He wondered why Ember hadn't done this before, but her teasing was having an effect on his groin, his dick had retreated back into its hiding place by then but his slit was becoming aroused, opening up again to let his tip poke out.

Satisfied he was enjoying her little show, she took a moment to squeeze her tits and lick over them with her tongue, enjoying the pleasure she gave herself as she cleaned up her mess, moaning in delight, the scales on them shimmered as they were cleaned. She wondered how long she could do this before he made a move, or someone came by, but she knew how long she was going to do it.

"You know," she spoke, letting her mounds finally go, though there were still specks of cream on them, "I'm not sure I'm clean enough. I think I'll just find a place to do so," before sliding out of the booth, and walking off, her hips swaying, as Drake watched her.

The dragon gulped, he could feel how aroused he was, and it was tough trying to fight for control of his body. He could feel his cock beginning to peak out of his slit and tent his loincloth beneath the table. As he tried to regain control, he lifted the cup to his lips, taking care to not spill his drink, as he sipped more of the tea. It helped, bringing calm to his body for the moment, but not quelling his sexual appetite below. As he settled the cup down, he tried to think of a way of cooling his arousal, anything to take Ember's erotic act out of his mind. In doing so, he closed his eyes, making him completely unaware of his surroundings, and the fact that someone was entering the space under the table, the figure managing to sneak in without making a noise.

'Ohhh, he liked it, the sneaky dragon...' they thought, eying the bulge.

The only way he knew there was someone there was when a hand suddenly came upon his leg, stroking up along the thigh towards his groin, causing him to open his eyes quickly as he jumped from the touch. He didn't think it was a hand initially, but when he did, he tried thinking who it was, only to realise what Ember had been trying to do earlier, 'Oh, gods, she's not...'

He could feel the hand begin to move over the front of his loincloth, rubbing over the swelling bulge, the leather rubbing up against the crown of his mast as another hand pushed his legs apart. He sighed as he felt his cock being slowly stroked through the garment, enjoying the sensation, before finally lifting the tablecloth to peak under. "Copycat," he whispered quietly, watching as Ember grinned, winking at him, as she continued rubbing over his crotch, moving in between his legs.

"Well, you did try to save me earlier, so you deserve a reward too, as well," Ember whispered back, as she moved his loincloth aside and over his leg, exposing his growing prick to her, the pointed tip bobbing in front of her as it was freed from its leather prison, much to her delight as she licked her lips, "Besides, I heard there was another 'treat' to savour here, so I thought I try it out."

Drake leaned back in the booth, sighing, as he felt her coaxing more of his cock out, rubbing her fingers over the tip as more of it came out from its hiding place, and hardening to her touch. As it grew, she slid her hand down along the length, feeling its softness disappear as it stiffened, its ridges forming beneath her touch, before drawing it down to his balls, dancing her fingers over the scales, before letting her tongue slide out and rub over his exposed sack, fondling it between her tongue and her hand. "Mmm, it tastes so familiar," she cooed, bringing her lips to his sack and kissing the scales.

'Gods, she's intolerable!!' he thought, but he liked that about her, how she could tease him so much, as she kissed his sack again, burying her snout into them, much to his delight.

After having played with his balls enough, Ember noticed that his cock was now fully out and hard, bobbing for attention, and so letting go of his sack, she clasped his shaft in her hand again, stroking it a few times, while hearing him grunt out a bit above the table. Drake tried his best to conceal her actions, drinking some more tea, though it was not easy; he could see now how difficult it had been for Ember keeping her composure.

Knowing that he was enjoying it well, she held the shaft up to her lips, and brought her tongue out and onto the tip. She knew how he liked this before, and began to lick over the head, watching his body twitch as she slowly licked around it, coating it in her saliva. Pulling off the head, she lapped it a few times before finally curling her tongue along the length, stroking his cock with her tongue.

Drake had to control himself as best he could to conceal the pleasure he was getting, his mouth squeaking and grunting quietly as she bobbed her tongue along his flesh, savouring the taste of it. She knew it was only a matter of time until her 'treat' would give up its filling. Sure enough, her eyes spotted a bead form on the head, and quickly she withdrew her tongue back over the tip, lapping up the drop. The taste was just as good as before. Drake was breathing quicker, and began wondering about the first time she'd done this. Back then, he had been sleeping when she pleasured him like this, but he could now understand how it felt like then, the lapping at his tip sending sparks into his groin. His hand once more retrieved the cup, bringing it up to his lips as steady as it could, and he drank up the rest of his tea.

Ember decided not to keep him waiting anymore, and began bringing the head of his dick into her open mouth, causing Drake to quietly moan as she enveloped it; enough not to be heard by anyone, except Ember, who was delighted he was enjoying it. Once the head was firmly in her mouth, she suckled and licked the tip, encouraging it to dispense more of its creamy goodness onto her tongue, more drops flowing out into her mouth, before she slowly began taking in more of his shaft, bobbing her head along it.

Drake could feel his body twitching, his hips wanting to buck forward into the wet, smooth mouth over his cock that was sending him to high heaven, her mouth expertly sliding along his flesh at a slow pace; she was building up his pleasure just like before. He quietly sighed, as he let her continue; the fact she was doing this like he had done to her was incredible, and he could feel the excitement of the whole session before all over again.

Ember had begun to pick up the pace, and he felt himself beginning to tense even further, his hips now bucking into her mouth, as she lapped his shaft, eager to push more of him in. Sadly, the sound of the waitress approaching forced him to straighten up while reaching under the cloth and easing Ember off him, feeling her lips pull back slowly over the length and off the head with a silent 'pop'; she hadn't heard like he had, and he couldn't afford to let them be discovered like this, though he wondered if Ember would tease him like he had to her. He heard her whine a bit quietly under the table, as he felt the tension in his crotch start to disappear.

'Oh, you're not getting off so easily, my love," she thought, eying his shaft as it glistened with a mixture of his pre and her saliva, throbbing for her touch again, licking her lips again, as the waitress stood beside their table.

"Is everything alright, sir?" the waitress asked. She had brought along something that he heard was called a teapot, the spout producing steam. Drake didn't respond at first, feeling himself come down slowly from his high, but nodded when she asked again. As she checked the table, she noticed his cup was empty, "Oh, would you like another cup of tea?" she offered.

Drake would have said yes, in fact his mouth was almost forming the word, but Ember had started up again, leaning in and slowly licking his shaft again, her tongue circling certain spots that caused him to go silent, leaving him no other choice but to just nod as she poured out more into his cup. His lover lapped the tip again, encouraging more of his seed to flow out and onto her tongue. He could only think, 'Gods, she's such a tease...' as it sent new sparks of pleasure over him.

"Oh, where's the dragoness?" the waitress asked as she finished pouring the second cup, glancing around her; Drake knew where Ember was, feeling his lover's lips kiss along his length, as he tried to hold his composure, "Is she alright?"

"Oh...yes, she's...fine," he spoke as best he could, Ember had begun suckling his dick again, "She made a mess and ... had to ... to (ohhh)... clean herself... up," pointing to the cream spilled on the table. As the waitress looked, he quickly let out a quiet moan.

"Oh, I see," the waitress replied, not hearing him, as she looked back round, "Would you require anything else?"

"No, that will be all," he answered, 'Although I wish Ember would let up for the moment,' he thought, feeling her start to slowly bob along his shaft again. The waitress nodded in response and moved off, finding herself needed at another table.

With her gone, Drake could relax a bit and let Ember continue without interruption, feeling her bob down along his cock with more enthusiasm now that they were alone, drawing it all in until her mouth touched his crotch, feeling the soft scales around his slit, while holding it still before pulling back to the head, letting go with a resounding lip smack, as she lapped the head.

"You're such a tease, you know, Ember," he whispered to her.

She smiled as she took slow, long licks along his length from the head to the base and back, her tongue rubbing along the ridges and over the sensitive spots, causing him to moan, as he bucked his hips up. Satisfied he was ready for the next part, she kissed the tip.

"My compliments to the chef, for this wonderful delicacy..." she whispered to Drake before taking it again, deep throating him slowly, her hands rubbing his balls, before she started speeding up, her mouth lightly smacking into his groin, as she felt him tense up further. Drake was no longer caring now about keeping his composure, as his allowed his mouth to open and his tongue to hang out, his body panting as he could feel his pleasure building up, his balls beginning to tense.

She knew that, and withdrew again, letting him come down again teasingly, hearing him whine in the booth, wanting her to continue, his hips bucking forward ever so slightly, as he wished for her to give him release. She enjoyed the feeling of being in control, and granting him his desire, took him back in, enveloping his cock within her warm mouth, hearing him sigh as she brought him back up.

"Ember...Ember...Ember," he whispered loudly to her, moaning as she continued sucking his cock, his hands gripping the table, shaking it and everything on it, the tea and milk splashing little drops onto the tablecloth, his hips now bucking towards her mouth, he was starting to reach boiling point from the pleasure, "I think...think...think I'm go-go-gonna..."

She pulled off of him again, grasping his prick in her hand while licking the length, feeling it throb with anticipation of what was to come, "Oh, yes, my 'treat' is about to give up its creamy filling," before putting it back in, and bobbing twice more slowly, then in and out as vigorously as before, feeling his shaft produce more into her mouth.

She learned how good she was at pleasing him, and knew how she would always finish him, holding his shaft still in her mouth as she wrapped her tongue around it, stroking it, before letting go and resuming her movements, she could see from where he sat he was beginning to reach his peak, his body unable to remain still in the booth, and so finally she teased his balls with her fingers, to push him over the edge and climax in her.

He finally couldn't hold it in any more, and groaned as he felt himself release, his hands clenched the table, as his dick twitched as it squirted load after load into Ember's waiting mouth, the dragoness smiling as she tasted his cream over her tongue, before swallowing one load after the other, some of it slipping out of her lips and dripping down onto the floor below. Drake leant back in the booth's seat, finally letting his grip on the table go, relieved it was now over. He continued panting; he was grateful no-one had seen or heard him being finished by his lover.

Once Ember was sure he would produce no more, she swallowed the last lot, feeling it flow down her throat smoothly as the iced-cream she had had earlier, before letting his dick go, watching it flop out of her mouth, and finding that it dribbled a little more pre onto his sack and the seat. She gave it a quick look over, lifting it up to face again to ensure there were no last drops to spare.

"We don't want someone seeing you like this now, do we my sweet, big dragon?" she quietly said to him, letting her tongue flick out and lick over his cock, cleaning every bit of it from head to base, savouring the taste of his flesh again. Drake just moaned as she licked over his length, picking up every bit of his seed with her tongue, before finishing at the tip. Once she was sure he had no more over his cock, she licked his sack clean, before finally kissing the tip twice, and then placing his loincloth back over his crotch, rubbing the slowly deflating bulge teasingly, before sliding back into the booth from under the table beside her lover.

As he finally began to relax and feel his body calm, Ember grinned at him. "Erm, Ember, you have a little..." Drake mentioned, pointing to her jaw. The dragoness rubbed over it, feeling her fingers pick up some leftover bits of his pre, something she hadn't forgotten to clean off, and certainly something she didn't want anyone to find on her.

"Oh, thanks," she said, licking her mouth and fingers clean, eager to conceal their little session. She smiled at him when she was finished, "Thanks for suggesting this place," she continued, as she leant over and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He gave no resistance, letting his entwine with her own, each moaning into the other as they fell into the kiss, enjoying each other's lips upon their own.

"Oh, it was nothing," he grinned back as they finished, as he took a hold of his cup, sipping the second lot of tea he had got, while she selected her next cake.

"Want to share this with me?" she suggested. Drake had no disagreement with that, leaning up against her as she brought the cake to his mouth...

As the pair of dragons left, having paid their bill with a generous tip, the dragoness holding onto the dragon, the waitress went to complete her duties, to clean up their table. It was quite a mess to clean, her hands collecting up the cup, the glass, and the plates they had left behind along with the remains of their food onto a tray. She particularly noted the state the cloth was in between them, cream around where she sat, and spots of spilt tea and milk that stained the red colour.

'Dragons sure are messy eaters,' she thought, shaking her head at what she would have to get cleaned before the next customers took the table. As she removed the items, she noticed a slight wet patch on the booth seat, where the dragoness had been. As she rubbed over it with her fingers she brought it up; the patch smelt of sex. Glancing around, she quickly placed the tray onto the table, before going under it, looking over the booth seat before spotting a second patch on the seat and beneath where the other had sat; this too, smelt of sex as she drew her finger over it and brought it to her nose.

'Messy eaters, indeed,' she thought, grinning, not having a care though for what they had done. This sort of thing had happened before, it was not uncommon to find traces of such activity when she was cleaning up on the seats of the booths or beneath the tables; her own lips were becoming moist beneath her uniform from the smell, causing her to rub them through her own panties with her coated finger, thinking of what the pair had done, 'Why can't I get something like this to happen to me, once in a while?'

Controlling herself, and getting back out from under the table, she cleaned up quickly the rest of the items, before heading to the bakery's kitchens, hoping for her own chance of some action someday...

As Drake and Ember made it back to the city gates, Drake gave his lover another kiss, "If you think today was something," he whispered into her ear, "wait until your hatch-day arrives."

Ember contained a squeal as she leant over to him, "I can't wait to find out," she whispered, as they stepped out beyond the city walls, the desert now before them again.

The pair began making their way back to the camp, their tails entwined with one another, as each wondered how that day was going to be, taking care this time to stick to the road as they made their way out of the desert.

In Drake's mind, he believed that day was going to be one Ember would never forget, as the afternoon slowly began to drift into evening, the sun making the sky a beautiful orange for the two lovers as it began reaching the horizon, while the stars started to shine in the dimming light...

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