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Self-Impregnation: A Kinky Hermaphrodite Romance - Chapter Two

Kattsin lounged by his fire pit, leisurely turning the spit on which he was roasting a whole elk. The coppery-red dragon was the biggest dragon in the Bluemountain flock and did his part to help keep the flock's territory from getting hunted-out by mostly leaving the smaller prey for the smaller dragons and focusing on prey that was too heavy for a smaller dragon to carry while flying. Not being inclined to do more work than necessary, Kattsin also preferred larger prey because an elk of this size would last even his hearty appetite the whole week of heat season. He had a bit of an ulterior motive too.

Heat season presented a unique difficulty to Kattsin - he was nose-blind, meaning that he was unable to smell the delicate scent of a dragon in heat from a mile away, much less sort out by how close the scents were together which dragons were lonely and which had a mate and wouldn't welcome company. Fortunately he was popular as a heat companion - he had already sired several hatchlings, though he had never been pregnant himself. So he was sought-after enough that he could afford to sit back and let mates come to him, but it certainly didn't hurt to tip the odds in his favor by adding the delicious aroma of roasting meat to the heat-scent he was giving off as a sort of advertisement that he would be a good host and happily feed anyone who wandered by.

Being nose-blind did not in any way mean that Kattsin didn't feel the sensual urges of his own heat-cycle - the pussy that responded with flashes of heat and moisture just from the friction of walking, the cock that got hard and wanted to be let out to play every time the slightest breeze teased it, the nipples standing up begging to be kissed and sucked, the womb aching to be filled with hot fertile seed that would grow into a bellyfull of eggs... but it did mean he was a bit more rational about it than most dragons. That was part of the reason he had never borne any children of his own; he didn't get so deep into heat fever that he forgot his fear of the sheer amount of work and responsibility raising children would be, especially without a permanent mate. So in addition to being a bit lazy, Kattsin thought he was a bit of a coward too. But he did dream of having a permanent mate, someone he wanted to be loyal to by bearing only his children, not burden him with children sired by some other dragon.

Not that his finding a mate seemed at all likely. At 29 years of age he had never fallen in love, and was sad at the prospect that he might never do so. Some days he thought he really ought to give up on his romantic daydream of finding a soulmate and let someone knock him up before he got too old to have the energy to be a single parent, or worse, too old to get pregnant at all. The other half of the reason Kattsin had never been pregnant was, because he was so tall and strong his partners always wanted him to top or assumed that he wouldn't be willing to bottom. Actually he liked giving and receiving about equally well, and was perfectly willing to take whichever role his partner didn't want except on the four (or would if be five this year?) days when he was in danger of getting knocked up.

Hearing a flutter of wings Kattsin looked up from his cooking with a welcoming smile, but then blinked to see that the blue dragon back-winging to a hurried landing was Dardanel, who had a mate. More disturbingly, Dardanel looked rather panicked. "Kattsin, my apologies for spoiling whatever plans you had, but this is a dire emergency. Salif and Fevirin got into a fight in midair, bloody idiots, and Salif got thrown into a tree and his wing is shattered. Elder Cotta took one look at it, said it was totally beyond his healing ability, and cast a stasis field around Salif. Then he ordered me to send you to Whitevalley and beg their healer to come. He said it had to be you because you have the wingspan and the stamina to be able to get there in a day if you fly as hard as you can, and because you'll be able to keep your wits about you and not get distracted screwing some dragon over there. We need the healer here before we run out of mages who can cast a stasis spell, and since it will take you a day to get there and the healer probably two days to get back, that's already pushing it..."

Kattsin didn't need to hear more, he was already on his feet, sticking his head into his cave just long enough to strap a harness on himself and fasten to it a waterskin, a pouch of dried fruit, and the little bag of necessities he always carried. "Alright Dar, I'm gone. Put this fire out, will you? Or take the meat to feed the mages if you want. Shit if Salif doesn't get his wing put back together he'll probably never fly again..."

"Exactly." Dardanel responded grimly.

"Right, I'm going, tell Cotta I won't rest until the healer's flying here." Taking a running start Kattsin leapt into the air, driving himself higher and higher until he found the air current that would take him as quickly as possible to the territory of the Whitevalley flock.

The flight was a punishing one. A day was a ridiculous amount of time in which to fly such a great distance; at a leisurely pace it took more like three days, four for a smaller dragon, which was why visiting between the flocks was quite rare - dragons hated to have to sleep without benefit of a nest. At least the weather looked dry, the only thing worse than sleeping without a nest was sleeping without a nest in the rain. Kattsin was normally rather lazy and laid-back, not at all used to this level of exertion, but he spurred himself on by thinking how horrible it would be if one of his own wings were damaged beyond repair, and how he would expect Salif to do the same for him if their positions were reversed.

Kattsin knew he couldn't afford to lose time taking a break, nor spend the energy needed to climb back to this high fast airstream, so he did not descend at all, instead just gliding long enough to take the occasional swallow of water. He also forced himself to eat the fruit one little piece at a time, chewing it thoroughly, to get the most sugar energy out of it immediately. This allowed him to avoid giving his stomach so much work to do that it diverted needed blood flow from his muscles. He even relieved himself in midair, which dragons normally considered extremely uncouth. The only upside to the grueling marathon was that between the cool high-altitude air and the fact that all his energy was being put to use, his heat-fever subsided enough not to torture him with random lusting while he wasn't in a position to do anything about it.

Finally Kattsin spotted the white line of the valley wall in the distance just as the light was shifting from the orange of late afternoon to the blue of evening. He had lapsed into a glide, but now forced his tired wings back into motion with the reminder that as soon as he found the healer he would be relieved of this anxiety-inducing responsibility and free to rest and get back to enjoying heat season. He wondered if it would be too much to hope for that some kind soul in Whitevalley would have some hot supper for him, to make up for the elk he had so sadly had to abandon. Or, ohhh please, maybe someone could be talked into massaging his wingshoulders...

Catching a flash of what looked like pale feathers in what remained of the light, Kattsin picked out a clear patch of ground nearby but not so near that he would possibly anger the dragon. Or were there two? Kattsin thought he saw a flash of dark feathers as well, then caught the familiar, yet always mesmerizing, slide of a pale pink cock into a shiny-scaled tummy. It was such a tempting idea to just land quietly in one of these trees and get a better look at the action... but no, Kattsin reprimanded himself, he could play after he delivered his message to the the healer, NOT before. Interrupting a mating couple would be embarrassing, but getting a local to guide him to the healer without losing any time was more important than being polite. His muscles were so weary he almost stumbled just landing.

The mating dragons squeaked in surprise and sprang apart - er, no, only one dragon after all, with some of his feathers white and some black, and his skin similarly patchworked? But, he could have sworn he saw fucking going on... Kattsin blinked at the very small, uniquely-colored dragon in confusion. He must have seen the little dragon hunching into his fist... but it really hadn't looked like that. And the only way a cock could be thrusting in and out of a cunt, if only one dragon was involved, was... Then Kattsin realized the small particolored dragon was watching him nervously, tensed to take flight if this stranger turned out to be here for some unpleasant reason. Kattsin hated it when his size made people assume he was a bully, so he hurried to explain his altruistic purpose. "I apologize if I interrupted, but it's an emergency, do you know where the healer is?"

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Lisseth's heart had almost stopped when, just after he had inserted his prick into his cunt and started to get a good rhythm going, there was suddenly the noise of wingbeats and someone landing nearby. Lisseth cursed himself for not thinking about how dangerous it could be to indulge in his new 'hobby' under the open sky where anyone could see, but no one ever came into his territory, especially not during heat season. After getting himself into a more decorous position faster than he would have thought possible, Lisseth quickly looked to the intruder to try and gauge how much the other dragon had seen and whether he was about to be attacked. But Lisseth was nonplussed to find himself faced with a gigantic red dragon he had never seen before. From a different flock? At least, he didn't seem poised to attack - rather, his wings were drooping as if he didn't have the strength to keep them from dragging on the ground.

In the light of the setting sun the strange dragon gleamed copper, like one of the expensive pieces of jewelry a few of the most important dragons in the flock owned. The light also glinted fascinatingly off his bulging biceps and puffy pecs. As if that weren't distracting enough when Lisseth really should have been concentrating on whether he should be running for his life, then the breeze brought a whiff of the huge red dragon's mouth-watering heat scent over to the smaller dragon. When the big dragon finally spoke Lisseth had to fight to actually take in his words, rather than just swooning with lust over his sexy voice. "I apologize if I interrupted, but it's an emergency, do you know where the healer is?"

It took Lisseth a moment to realize that an apology, perfunctory though it was, was actually being offered to him, the bicolored freak of nature. Healer? Suddenly Lisseth was hit by a wave of concern that this handsome copper-scaled stud might be injured. His voice caught in his throat on his first attempt at replying and he had to try again. "H-healer? Are you hurt?" Even as he spoke the words Lisseth blushed from the realization that no, the huge dragon did not look injured, and it was only Lisseth's hormones making him think he had any reason to care whether or not this stranger was in pain, making him imagine that the metallic red dragon would actually appreciate Lisseth's help if he offered it.

"Not me, a dragon of Bluemountain flock is badly hurt, and Whitevalley's healer is the most skilled." Bluemountain flock, hmm. The little piebald dragon had never been out of Whitevalley's territory, and for a moment he wondered whether everyone there would be as polite to him as this dragon, and it was only the Whitevalley flock who seemed to revel in being cruel. But no, this giant red dragon was probably only being civil because he needed a favor; best to do the favor and get it over with. Then he would stop being nice, and Lisseth wouldn't be dangerously close to deluding himself into thinking it might be worth the risk to make a pass at this muscular stud with his rich musky scent and sexy voice.

Lisseth pointed up the valley, "The healer lives three territories away in that direction, the one with a small pond and an herb garden."

The red dragon spread his wings as if to take to the air in the direction Lisseth had indicated, then hesitated and looked back at the much smaller black and white dragon. "Would it be too much bother to ask you to lead me there? I really can't afford to lose any time by getting lost."

Lisseth snorted. "Wandering through other people's territories at this time of year is dangerous. I have no wish to get in a fight with someone's jealous mate. And I am not welcome in the healer's territory; my presence would only make him less eager to go heal your friend."

The huge red dragon frowned, and Lisseth felt a momentary flash of fear that the stranger's polite facade was about to crack and reveal his true temper. But instead the copper dragon asked, "Well, maybe you could just take me to the edge of his territory? Please? And if you are willing to wait while I speak with him, I will accompany you back here afterwards and defend you if anyone tries to pick a fight?" The little piebald dragon was stunned to have any dragon, and especially such an obviously dominant one, actually say please to him.

Well, it was true that being in the company of such a large dragon would probably discourage anyone from attacking him on the way there. Even if the red dragon did not keep his word about guiding Lisseth back, he could probably make it back safely since he would know from the journey there whether there was anyone nearby so he could avoid them. And if the red dragon did keep his promise... then at the end of his errand he would find himself alone with Lisseth, the only dragon he knew slightly out of a strange flock, on the first full day of heat season.

"All right, if you will protect me on the way there and back then all take you. Follow me." Lisseth took to the air first, now in accord with the big copper dragon's need to hurry, although for rather less selfless reasons. Not that Lisseth was really expecting anything to actually happen, for all he knew the stranger would immediately head back to his own flock. But he did look tired, and maybe if Lisseth offered him food a full belly would make him further disinclined to fly anywhere...

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Kattsin blinked at the little black and white dragon's abrupt takeoff, then reminded himself that of course he still needed to hurry, not stand there and let himself get distracted by the heat-fever that had reawakened once he landed. He needed to get his mind working on a plan in case the healer didn't immediately agree to journey to Bluemountain, not fantasize about the fact that the exotic little dragon guiding him obviously lacked a heat companion and had been casting him some interesting looks during their short conversation. Kattsin caught up to the smaller dragon, gliding along in the air beside him. Maybe after he got the matter with the healer settled, he and... It was at this point that Kattsin realized with embarrassment that he had been in too much of a hurry to introduce himself. Clearly that needed to be remedied immediately. "Thank you for agreeing to take me there! And by the way my name's Kattsin, what's yours?"

The little monochrome dragon glanced back - was that a bit of a blush? Ooh, promising - and replied, "Lisseth." There was a moment of somewhat awkward silence, then Lisseth added, "Um, welcome to Whitevalley by the way. Do you... do you know anyone here?"

"Thank you for the welcome, and no I've never flown this far before - feels like my wings are going to fall off! I'll be glad to deliver my message and be able to rest." But again, Kattsin reminded himself of the danger that his task might not be over so easily, the healer might not want to travel to Bluemountain. "This healer... do you think he might refuse to go heal Salif? I mean, I know it's a long flight, and right at the beginning of heat season, but he is a healer right, don't healers feel compelled to help people? And it's not like we could have brought Salif here, there's no way a mage could concentrate enough to hold a stasis spell on him while traveling..."

The smaller dragon glanced back at Kattsin in between wing flaps. "I'm sorry, I honestly don't know the healer well - only that he's brown, lives here, and his mate doesn't like me. I've heard of him traveling to heal people, but I don't know about during heat season..." He was silent for a moment and then added, "Oh, the healer's mate, he's the blue one, is mad about collecting colorful stones and seashells and that sort of thing - if you offered to give the healer some, his mate might force him to go heal your friend." Lisseth chuckled a bit evilly, and Kattsin grinned back at his little companion.

"Fevirin has some shiny stones he likes to show off - and it's his fault Salif got hurt, so I'm sure the flock elder would be happy to order him to pay the healer! Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

The patchwork dragon ducked his head shyly. "You're welcome. Anyway I should stop here, we're downwind, I can smell the two of them ahead, but if we go any closer they might smell me."

Kattsin nodded. "You'll wait here for me? I'll try not to take too long speaking with them."

Lisseth landed on the broad limb of a large tree, one of the safest places to be in hazardous territory. "I'll wait here. And... and if you do come back, I have a fish weir in the stream by my cave, I'd be happy to roast some fish for you. Or if you don't like fish, this time of day there might be deer in the meadow a bit to the east of my territory, I could try to kill one while you rested..."

Kattsin beamed, flattered that the exotic little dragon seemed so eager to please him. "I rarely get to eat fish, so that would be great. Then tomorrow when I am rested I would be happy to hunt something for you - I can carry anything up to the size of an elk or a yearling buffalo, so if there's any kind of meat you would particularly like, all you have to do is lead me where some are. You just sit right there, I'll be right back!"

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