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The green scaly hide rose and fell in a slow and steady rhythm. A long, equally scaled neck curled around to rest on a tail. Eyes closed, ear fins rested, wings folded snugly against flank. The dragoness was sound asleep in her nest of furs and animal hides. Or at least, she had been.

"Hungry! Wake up!", the little bundle of similarly green limbs whined while bouncing up and down on her tail. Whenever her offspring were hungry, they always seemed to revert back to the hatching version of the dragon tongue.

If she pretended to be asleep, her eldest hatchling might grow bored or at the very least draw the attention of one of her pets. Hopefully they would take it upon themselves to fetch some meat. She knew it was a foolish hope of course. Out of her brood of six hatchlings, the eldest had of course become the 'leader', and she was by far the most stubborn little creature the dragoness had ever hatched.

Her pets would most likely ignore any sounds coming from her nest chamber unless they were specifically called. They could make themselves busy doing the various duties that went into keeping her lair in order. She would have to send out Dranisi to buy another pet who could be responsible for feeding hungry hatchlings while she was sleeping. Although, after the last time, it might not be such a good idea for her brood to associate her pets with food. That was a rather unfortunate event.

"You can get off my tail now, eldest...", she rumbled in true High Wurm, opening a single eye to regard her unruly young. "and if you don't speak to me properly, then you'll get nothing but bones and intestines today."

Her eldest hatchling's eyes widened and she quickly hopped off the tail. She sat facing her mother with an aura of innocence as the great dragoness began to stretch out her limbs. Every dragon young or old, values tasty organs and muscle over bones and the partly digested food of their prey. It was a threat that usually worked.

As she went through her morning routine of stretches, scratches, wing beats and yawns, the rest of her brood began to assemble expectantly. The second eldest were males, twins hatched from the same egg. It was rare for two dragons to emerge from the same broken shell, but not unheard of. Although otherwise identical, one was slightly smaller than the other. They had a strong bond and chattered between themselves in their version of hatchling High Wurm, which only they and their mother could understand. Their full attention was soon on her as she yawned again and licked her snout a few times.

Her middle hatchling was another male, who would no doubt be a strong flier when he matured. He relished the flights that she took them on the most and was always finding something to climb and jump from. He had managed to reach half way up a pillar that she'd had had her pets build in the lair to hold torches. The two legged races didn't have the greatest of eyesight, so the meagre light helped them perform their duties.

As she smiled at the thought of seeing him take to the air under his own power, he leapt from the pillar, spread his little wings and landed in a bundle of limbs onto the floor. Her heart leapt a little under her hard chest plates, he'd injured himself jumping off things before. If Dranisi hadn't have found him in time... anyway, he had a long way to go before he was strong enough to actually fly.

Her second youngest was another male, he was more sociable than the other males and seemed to share his play amongst them all. He often became distressed when fights between the others became too rough and was never afraid of jumping in to break things up. He had sound judgement and didn't seem to doubt himself at all. He was slow to anger and quick to come to a sibling's aid.

More recently, he had been spending a lot of time with his youngest sibling, the dragoness's only other female. The great dragon padded over to the bundle of furs where they were and frowned. Her youngest hatchling was sick and she didn't have the magic to cure it.

Some illnesses just couldn't be cured by magic. A common illness which most dragons got once a year or so couldn't be cured with magic either, it couldn't even be detected by magic. Thankfully, the only symptoms of that were coughs, sneezes and wet snouts. However, this ailment was something more serious and it was beginning to worry her. It had been four days and the little female had not been eating, moving nor sleeping very well.

Her youngest male turned from nuzzling his younger sister and frowned. "Still feeling really bad...", he said in decent High Wurm, curling his tiny body around her slightly skinnier one. Her youngest constantly complained about being too cold but was always so warm to the touch.

The great dragoness's frown deepened, but for more than the obvious reason. She knew that illnesses could spread between dragons, once one hatchling caught Wet Snout, they all tended to have it within a few days, but that was hardly a serious illness, just rather uncomfortable. She would have isolated her youngest from the rest, but it didn't seem right. Dragons were tough and shrugged off most diseases, but the moment one of her others showed any similar symptoms she would separate them until they either got better or...

She shook her large scaly green head, nuzzled and licked the young male, she wouldn't be surprised if he settled and built his own nest when he flew hers. It was uncommon for males to nest in the way that females usually did, but he seemed most likely of all the hatchlings she'd raised. The little female lifted her head up, made a whining sound and licked once at her mother's snout. The action must have taken a lot of effort, as her head flopped back down amongst the furs and her older brother hugged her tighter.

"Then keep her warm while I go hunting and we'll see if we can tempt her with some deer heart.", the great dragoness said to him.

Her youngest had always loved to chew on a good tough deer heart, but she wasn't sure that the little hatchling would even have the strength for that now. That could be fixed easily enough. She hadn't lost a hatchling since her first brood, there had been two other clutches of eggs since then and she'd rather have her forth brood to be a total success as well. Her youngest male would be heart broken if his only younger sibling died.

By now her other four hatchlings had gathered and were trying to get her attention. They stopped short of actually jumping on her, she'd taught all but the eldest not to do that to get food. She smiled and nuzzled each and every one of them. Running her long pink tongue over their soft scales and ear fins. The twins squirmed in protest while the eldest and the middle male nuzzled and licked back. Their differences in ages may well be measured in minutes, but they were all so different; even the twins had distinctive personalities.

"I'm going to catch you some food. They'll be coming in to change the nest bedding soon, so try not to scare them too much.", she smirked little to the twins in particular.

They were pranksters and general trouble makers. Always escaping into the labyrinth of rooms and hallways that her pets used to move around and keep her lair running smoothly. They didn't quite weigh the same as the two legged wolves who made up most of her workers, but they were considerably more dangerous and the pet collars that her workers wore kept her hatchlings safe.

With that she padded over to the edge of her nesting chamber and looked out over the ledge and into the morning sky. It was getting lighter by the minute, but a chill wind blew around her powerful legs. Autumn was in full force and winter wasn't far away, she sensed that it was going to be a mild winter, all the better for her pets and prey. Her young gathered around her, making sure not to get to close.

"Take me hunting! Please! Please!", the middle male begged while bouncing a little. He was far too energetic for so early in the morning.

"Later I'll take you all flying, one at a time though. I cannot carry a big deer in my nesting bladder and one of you at the same time.", she half lied. She could manage the weight, but hunting wasn't something they needed to be involved with until they could fly.

The little dragon would never stop asking that question of course and when he was old enough to fly on his own, he'd probably be too busy in the air to think about actually catching something on the ground. She smiled to them all before rocking off and into the chilled air. After just two wing beats she escaped the shadow cast by her mountainous lair and the sunlight illuminated her scales in glorious jade and emerald hues. She looped and twisted in the air a couple of times, her hatchlings laughed, thinking the display was for them, but in reality her wings needed a good stretch.

She craned her neck and surveyed her territory as she headed toward the forest to the west. Her eyes were drawn downwards, to the town that had grown from the hamlet that it had been when she had settled centuries ago. There were other settlements nearby, each filled with various civilised races, but the one nearest to her lair had grown the most. They were all hers, all the people who lived there; some more than others.

Like her first mother, her second mother before her and her third mother before her, she had been given no name, nor had she chosen a name for herself. Likewise she had given her own young no names, it was not the way of dragons to refer to each other by names. Her keen eyes could pick out movement between the huts and houses of the town, along cobbled path and dirt track alike.

The two legged wolves, humans, foxes and cats in her territory called her many things. Simply, The Dragon was most common, if unimaginative. Some entertainers had given to call her the Emerald Empress, the Lady of the Mountain or the Dreaded Great Wyrm. She neither encouraged nor discouraged any of these names; what those beneath her chose to call her made no difference to her.

Her powerful wing beats soon took her beyond the settled areas of her territory and out into the wilds where the prey grew the fat. Here she could find mundane four legged wolves along with deer, boar and bear. She had promised to bring a deer heart for her youngest and she never broke a promise if she could help it. Her wing beats slowed as she glided lower, and sought out the usual hunting grounds she was familiar with.

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For creatures with broad wings, sharp claws and powerful magic, hunting in practice for an adult dragon was trivial. But many dragons decided to forgo using one or more of their natural gifts for mere hunting. The great dragoness was no different and often preferred to hunt on the ground and without magic. However, when she was hunting for herself as well as hatchlings, her usual preferences became mere suggestions.

Each of her broods had been larger than the previous, the larger the dragoness, the greater the number of eggs she laid. Her first, when she was just one hundred and forty-seven years old had been a mere two eggs and she had only managed to rear one hatchling to adulthood. She still thought about him fondly. Her second had been three eggs at the age of three hundred and ten, her third brood of four eggs at four hundred and ninety-three, both broods had survived and she'd even seen a couple of her hatchlings as adults since then. It was not the way of dragons to visit their parents after they flown the nest. But it still warmed her heart to see that her young had flourished.

Now at the respectable age of six hundred and eighty-six years, her latest brood of five eggs had given her six hungry hatchlings to feed. The use of magic to aid her hunting was perfectly acceptable in her mind... she did rather relish her sleep... when she could get it.

The young stag had thrashed briefly in her grasp before she put an end to it and then she had gorged herself on its meat. She intentionally swallowed the nutritious organs into her nesting bladder, an enclosed organ separate from her stomach, to take back for her hatchlings. Female and male dragons both had such organs, both were equally capable of caring for young on their own.

Gryphons, like many mundane birds, swallowed much of their young's food and then brought it back up from their stomachs. It didn't seem much different than being sick in your hatchlings' mouths to the dragoness's mind. Weird gryphons... no wonder they only managed one hatchling at a time. She made short work of the deer, wasting as little as she could and began to break open some of the larger bones for the marrow.

She felt him magically at first, then her keen hearing sensed his careful steps. She continued to lick at the deer carcass, feigning ignorance of his approach. He'd positioned himself downwind and out of sight, he was good, but surely he knew better than to think she could be so easily ambushed. He had gotten himself very close now, a single strong pounce would probably bring him crashing down upon her.

"You seem to have strayed a little further into my territory than you should.", she spoke casually in High Wurm.

His movements stopped, the intruding dragon smoothly straightened his scaly body and padded forward noisily. He didn't walk straight towards the feasting dragoness, he walked a little off to the side, to bring himself in line of sight of her.

"The Emerald Empress... we meet at last.", he returned in feigned reverence, his scaled head tilting slightly.

For the first time since she had detected him, the dragoness stopped chewing on the deer and lifted her gaze to eye him suspiciously. "Where did you hear that name?"

"Oh, I hear many things, my lady. Perhaps I forced a travelling bard to recite all the songs he knew of you before I ate him?"

The father of her most recent brood of hatchlings had never disguised his enjoyment in dining on mundane and sapient creatures alike. His favourite had always been gryphon and she had been intrigued enough to join him in one hunt only to find the meat rather sharp and unpleasant. He on the other paw, seemed to relish the flesh of the talking birds. He also relished a good game, and this game of feigned ignorance followed by feigned offense had become their infrequent routine each time they met every couple of years.

"You trespass on my territory and now you hunt without permission?", she growled dangerously, her claws protracting. "I think you have grown too confident, little rogue."

The slender male gently rolled onto his flank, exposing his belly and throat to the larger dragoness and pawed at the air. His wings spread out along the ground as the tip of his tail flicked back and forth. "Please forgive my crimes, great one. I am but a simple drake with no territory of his own. I scrape a living between the borders of those more powerful than me. I did not mean to stray."

She could have laughed. The rogue had always been rather fanciful and melodramatic, rather unlike any of her other mates. But then, this male was rather unlike any dragon she had seen before or since.

When she had first heard his mating roar a decade or so previously, she had listened closely to his call. A dragon's roar told the listening dragon much about the other. She could tell he was new to her territory, that he was male, healthy, confident and that he was about 200 or 250 years old. Too young to be of interest to a dragoness of over 650 years. But there had been something different about the rogue's roar, something interesting, something exotic that she had not heard before. She had been intrigued and had flown out to investigate when otherwise she would have ignored him.

The dragoness resisted smiling at the memory as she rose to her feet and approached the smaller male. He had always been suitably submissive with her, which was to be expected of one perhaps a third of her age. He watched her, his eyes bright and eager. Those eyes. Dragons tended to have vibrant blue eyes, but it seemed as though someone had mixed lava into his. They were unique and she was slightly disappointed that none of her brood had inherited them.

She pinned his body with her fore legs, letting her greater weight bare down onto him as she made a point of studying him for a few silent moments. She already knew his body rather well. He was clearly a green forest dragon as she was, though being younger meant he was smaller. His off white horns were a little shorter than hers and curved back more; his scales we're smaller and slightly rounder.

Beyond that, this male seemed to break the mold of their kind. Although smaller than she was, he approached the same length, his body slightly narrower, his limbs slightly shorter. The green scales of his flanks, snout and wing membranes had dark blotches along them, almost black. Combined with his unusual eyes, to many dragonesses, he would have perhaps been considered a freak; simply too different from the norm to mate. Not to her though.

"I cannot think that a young rogue such as myself, could have anything to repay you with for my unforgivable crimes. I am at your mercy.", he lamented, his head resting sideways on the forest floor, paws grasping at the air. New scents filled her nostrils as she licked away the last few smudges of deer blood from her snout. The scent of a needy male and an unmistakable arousal.

Why did they play this game each time? They both wanted to mate, they both knew as much and both knew the other would accept. Why not just leap on her back and be done with it. But if he had done as much, would she have let him? The dragoness approved of his submissiveness and especially how that same submissive nature half faded once he mounted her. She suddenly found herself wanting to feel the weight of this male on her back even more, wanting him inside of her. She was not about to look more needy than he was though. Even as she eyed the tip of his pink cock pushing from his scaly ridge, she would keep up the foolish game.

"You are right. What could you possibly offer me? Perhaps I hunger, perhaps the deer was not enough and I will dine on your flesh too?", she replied casually giving his body another look, as though judging how much meat he wore on his bones. She couldn't help her eyes lingering on his drakehood pushing further out, her body tingled slightly in response.

"I am small and skinny, I could not satisfy that hunger."

"Oh?", she replied with a smirk, his emphasis had been on the word 'that'. "I seem to remember your size not being a problem when you put those eggs inside me."

She did not wait for his response before moving her snout against the soft scutes of his belly. Her nostrils, now filled with his scent, pushed against him as he sighed out loud. A deep rumble of pleasure escaped his throat. The dragoness was well fed and had hungry hatchlings waiting for her return. It would not hurt to have an enjoyable mounting with this male, but she did not want to delay for any longer than necessary. Besides, she really didn't want to wait too long to feel his cock inside of her.

He huffed his pleasure, widening his hind legs and rolling further onto his back. He riggled his long flexible body around, bringing his snout under her belly as she rubbed hers against the ridge between his legs. It was not a sheath like male gryphons possessed, but it served a similar purpose as she took in his scent. He smelled wonderful. She filled her nostrils with it and her heart began to race. At that moment his pink tongue pushed against the softest scales between her hind legs and her tail lifted a little in response.

She gasped and spoke in breathy tones. "Perhaps we've found a way... for you to pay for your crimes..."

She imagined him smiling at that. He knew that she had always loved his tongue, the things that he could do with that unusually long appendage were divine. Her own tongue found his cock and traced a path across the spines that ran its length. Not the largest male she had been mated by, but the only one who'd ever managed to mate her more than once.

Another lick pushed harder against her and his tongue slipped into her already moist sex. She gasped then moaned as her body tightened against the intruder. She moved her hind legs further apart and licked at his cock again as it throbbed gently to its own rhythm. Their new position brought her almost perfectly above him, their belly scutes barely touching. She felt him tense and thrust ever so slightly, his instincts to thrust into a willing female beginning to take control.

The dragoness felt the male's snout push against the sensitive pink flesh between her scales and his tongue delved deeper. He was insistent and a little rough as he licked, drawing his tongue back into his mouth and then quickly against her lips again. The pink flesh of her vulva deepening with arousal. He moaned as she gently took him into her mouth, her teeth scoring gently along the sides of his cock. He tasted like he had the last time and the memory was comforting even years later.

Although scaly, the hide around her mouth was softer and flexible and she began to suck on his shaft with slow deliberate strokes. He shivered and for a moment forgot what he was doing with his tongue, but he soon recovered and almost attacked her sex with a passion. His lips and tongue moving together to draw as much pleasure as they could from his willing female. Her body grew hot and she cried out around his clock as the pleasure peaked and her orgasm washed over her.

Her tail thrashed around, her wings spread out and shivered for a few blissful moments before she remembered the male's needs. She increased the pressure of her mouth on his most sensitive flesh, her saliva coating his cock thickly in lubricant. His back arched and his head flopped back, snout still covered in her juices. One upwards thrust from the ground and he roared, sending the first spurt of seed into her throat.

She swallowed greedily as he added a second spurt to the first and then a third. His soft cock spines flared out and brushed against the roof of her mouth. His body seemed paralysed, locked in ecstasy as she suckled on him like a calf would its mother. A few more pulses of dragon cum splashed against the back of her throat before his body relaxed and he started panting.

She let his cock slip free of her toothy maw and it began to retreat into his ridge. For a few moments she lay on top of him, belly to belly, nose to tail, simply catching her breath as he took her greater weight without complaint. She slowly turned her body around, never letting her belly leave his, until they were snout to snout. He eyed her and smiled as she smiled back at him. She really did rather like him being around, but she wondered what had kept him from leaving and claiming a territory of his own. She wondered if she even wanted him to do so.

The dragoness had seen him fight, and even without using whatever magic he possessed, he'd driven a similarly aged male away before mating with her the second time. He simply traveled the borders between the territories of other dragons like herself. It was polite, unspoken tradition to tolerate such rogue dragons as long as they didn't venture too far from the borders nor hunt in the same place more than once. She did more than tolerate him of course and he sought more than just prey from her.

"That pays for the trespass, what about the entertaining prey I dined upon?", he spoke, seemingly reading her thoughts, sounding a little tired but more than a little eager for more.

She couldn't help but lick his snout once and give him a toothy grin. His fore legs found their way around her shoulders and he let out the faintest purr. Her tail fidgeted in return, showing her half satisfaction. She protracted one claw and traced a slow line around the scutes and scales of his neck. He shivered slightly at her touch, her claw tracing the edge of each scute on his throat. The warmth of his belly against hers was familiar, comforting and it banished the chill from the air.

"Perhaps I should put a collar around your neck and you could be one of my pets?", she casually smiled, examining his throat scutes in more detail. His body suddenly stiffened at the words.

"I- I don't think they would... fit me...", he replied and for the first time ever he sounded unsure of himself.

"Oh? I have a couple of collars fit for gryphons,", she cooed, completely missing his change of tone. "It would be no trouble to enlarge one."

"I don't think... my slavery is... I've... trespassed long enough...", he replied nervously and then gently extracted himself from under her belly.

She was a little surprised at the sudden escape and didn't think quick enough to prevent it. He took to the air quickly and flew straight towards the border of her territory. He flew fast, but not quite so fast as to appear to be fleeing. She was left resting on her flank, the warmth of their half mating slowly fading, a frown forming on her snout. Something she'd said had scared him off.

Then she suddenly closed her eyes and cringed; he'd taken her joke seriously. Although she wasn't going to call out like some lonely hatchling for him to come back, she didn't want him to go either. She may be three times his age, he may act submissive to her, but he's still a dragon; proud and powerful. She'd compared him to her pets, implied that she saw him no better.

"Stupid dragoness...", she muttered to herself as she stretched her wings in the cool air.

What did it matter anyway? He'd probably find some territory in a few years and neither of them would think of the other again. It was the way of dragons to raise their young alone and only seek fellow adults to mate. Perhaps in a century or so she would hear his mating call again. She sighed, took to the sky and headed inwards, away from the border and towards her lair of hungry hatchlings. She took a moment to look back towards the horizon, but he had already lost himself in the distance.

It was not far to her lair, not for a creature with powerful wings. She flew carefully, keeping her head down and one wing slightly raised during each beat to shield her eyes from the sun. It was more tiring to fly like that, but better to not be blinded. The scales around her ear fins suddenly itched in that peculiar way that meant magic was being used nearby.

"Two Moons Shock!", the words whispered into her ear in a form of hatchling High Wurm.

Her heart suddenly beat harder and her thoughts focused. One of her pet's collars had just delivered a shock to its wearer for some reason. Each of her many pets wore a collar, uniquely crafted and shaped with magic. She had first created the collars centuries ago and had refined the design ever since.

"Two Moons Shock!", a mockery of her voice whispered to her a second time.

She renewed her efforts to return to her lair as soon as possible, her powerful heart beating from the physical exertion as well as a little fear. There were only four reasons for a collar to shock its wearer. Either the collar had been damaged, the wearer had tried to pass through forbidden doors, the command to shock the wearer had been spoken or... or the wearer was harming her blood, her hatchlings, her babies.

"Two Moons Shock!", a third magical shape whispered in her ear.

Something was very, very wrong.