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New Neighbors, New Lovers

By Draconicon

A new scent rode on the air, and it caught the blue dragon's attention immediately. Rumiir lifted his head from his kill, his nostrils flaring as he tried to determine the cause of the strange, almost tantalizing smell. It didn't take him long to figure it out.

"Someone new to the range."

That was something new indeed. He hadn't seen a new dragon in at least a decade, ever since the flight of the Damaar clan had passed through, and even then he'd only caught a few glimpses before they were out of his immediate territory. That had been for the best, of course. He wasn't a rude dragon, but he couldn't host that many of his kind, not without running out of food for himself, and there would have been a fight if they'd pressed him to let them stay.

He was tempted to ignore the scent on the wind until the newcomer had passed through as well, but something told him that would be a bad idea. One dragon was different to a flight or a family. They were more likely to have a reason to stick around, and they were harder to find if they decided to hide.

Better check it out, just in case, Rumiir thought. He was already full from his kill anyway, and he could smell the other predators hiding in the mountain forest around him. They'd finish it off so that it wouldn't go to waste.

He took to the sky with a hard flap of his wings, the force of the flap scattering blood and dust in a circle around where he had been standing. The second and third beats of his wings did the same before they carried him up to a height where his flight wouldn't affect the things on the ground, and after that, he wouldn't have been surprised if the ground creatures forgot that he was even there. After a minute of searching, he found a strong enough wind current to hold him, and held his wings out to let it carry him further up.

The dragon cast his eyes about the skies, relying on sight more than scent. Unlike on the ground, the wind carried scents in confusing paths, mixing them together and never giving a reliable way to track it back to the source. He'd need to get closer before he could track them with his other senses.

A flicker of movement near the edge of the mountain caught his eye. Tilting to the side, he adjusted his wings until he was pointing the direction he wanted to go. The scent filled his nose again, stronger and sharper this time. I don't know you, so why are you here? There were few reasons for dragons to infringe on another's territories, and most of them weren't good. Challenges, lack of food, a feud; the top reasons frequently resulted in a fight between the intruder and the dragon who called the land home, and they tended to have...permanent results.

He wasn't worried about losing a fight, but he kept his approach cautious nonetheless. Even he could be surprised, and he hadn't put this much work into claiming his territory to have it taken by some pain in the tail -

Ice! He hissed as the air suddenly froze around him. Pulling his wings in tightly, he dropped a few dozen feet before snapping them out again, rolling in the air to escape the sudden drop in temperature.

Even with his quick reaction, he felt the beginnings of frost and half formed icicles on the edges of his wings. That had been too close. Much more of that and he could have had his wings completely frosted over, and then it would have been a very short trip down to the mountainside.

"Show yourself, ice dragon! This is my mountain, so show yourself if you plan to claim it!"

His shout was met with silence, at least for a moment. Then one of the rocks along the upper slopes moved.

It unfolded itself slowly, a head emerging from underneath the smooth surface. Wisps of white flickered along the jawline, the source of the cold just a moment ago. The rock side - a wing, he realized belatedly - pulled back, revealing the rest of the intruder.

She was a white dragoness, he realized. No wonder she hadn't smelled familiar. There hadn't been a dragoness in his territory for far too long. Despite her gender, he kept to the air, a series of flames waiting in the back of his throat. Just because she was a dragoness, and had revealed herself, didn't mean that she wasn't some sort of challenger to his territory.

Still, it didn't mean they couldn't talk a bit.

"Who are you?"

"Seriith."

Her voice was as smooth as ice at midnight without the crackle that some ice dragons had to their words. It was a nice sound.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for a cave of my own."

"By challenge or by claim?"

"By searching."

He blinked.

"Not all of us have family claims on land, you know."

That was true, but it didn't mean that it wasn't surprising. Every other dragon had been looking to take or to claim what their family said was theirs. This was the first time that he had seen someone looking for something that wasn't already claimed to make their own.

He landed with a thud, scattering some of the rocks. This side of the mountain lacked the forest of the other side, so it was easier to find a spot to set himself down.

Now that he was closer, he had a better chance to look at her. She couldn't have been that old of a dragon, at least, not compared to some of the monsters of their race. With her tail included, she was a few feet shorter than him, though that was a narrow measurement. She must have waited longer than usual to search out a place. That, or perhaps traveled a great deal further. Ice dragons weren't common in these parts.

"You're searching for a cave for yourself...and you decide to attack the first dragon you see. Why?"

"Considering that you were flying after me, I needed to protect myself."

"This is my mountain. I'm making sure that nobody else is claiming it from me."

"Oh, it's your mountain? I don't see your name drawn in fire around it."

"That can be arranged." He chuckled. "But you must have smelled my scent around it. Why approach if you knew another dragon lived here?"

"My plan was to visit you in your cave and ask for you to recommend a cave. I didn't expect to be chased the minute I started flying over the mountain. Was I supposed to think I'd be welcomed at that point?"

"Was I supposed to think you weren't a threat after you nearly turned me into an ice statue?"

"I showed myself when you asked. I could have stayed curled up and hit you again when you turned your back."

"That...is a good point." And one in your favor, girl. "Seriith. I'm Rumiir, and this is my mountain. You are welcome until sun rise of tomorrow."

She slowly bowed her head at the ritualistic statement.

"I thank you for your welcome, and will place myself at your mercy until the dawning of the sun." She lifted her head. "Now that we have that out of the way, do you mind if I make that request now?"

The blue dragon smiled. She knew what she wanted and she didn't apologize for how she worked to get it. He liked that directness.

"Follow me."

Leaping into the air with a powerful kick of his hind legs, Rumiir pulled himself towards the sky. Seriith followed him, keeping a dozen feet or so behind him as she joined him in the air. She was right on his tail before long, to the point where he could tap her nose with the tip of it. Resisting the temptation, he led her towards one of the more powerful air currents, and rode it higher.

It carried them around the mountain, which served two purposes. The first was that he could observe the different levels of the mountainside, checking to see if there had been any kills done by her before he noticed her presence, which there weren't. The second was that they were able to see in all directions, looking up and down the mountain range that his territory was part of, and anyone out there could look up and see them. There were both claimed and unclaimed mountains in the area, and he didn't want a fight while he was giving his 'guest' a tour.

Soon they reached the peak, and they circled above it, riding on the cold wings that ringed the tip of the mountain. She was still right behind him, but now that they were in a tighter circle, he was right behind her as well. Her tail-tip twitched in front of his nose, and he couldn't resist, giving it a little nibble.

"If you like my tail that much, why are you leading the way?"

"Just appreciating the view, Seriith."

"So am I."

"I don't mean the mountains."

"Neither do I."

Her laugh was nearly lost in the winds, but he managed to hear it if only barely. It was just as smooth as her voice, and he chuckled under his breath. So, not only was she direct, but she wasn't a total ice queen. More and more fascinating.

Shaking his head, he pulled himself back to the moment. Turning his body, he shifted their direction towards the northern end of the range. There were more unclaimed caves than in the south, and he felt that she would appreciate the colder peaks than the warmer ones. Just as before, she was right on his tail, and this time, she was the one nibbling on him.

He just smiled.

#

Four mountains later, they found a cavern that Seriith didn't immediately dismiss. It was above the snow line on the mountain and the entrance was half covered with icicles, making it difficult to see from the air and dangerous to approach from the ground. From the grin on the dragoness's face, she appreciated both qualities.

Letting her take the lead seemed to be the best idea, so he followed behind her as she slid through the tunnel. Admittedly, the view was good as well, but he wasn't letting himself get too influenced by that. At least, mentally. Physically, being forced to belly-crawl with an increasingly throbbing body part was less than pleasant, even for him, and the cold was simply not good enough to make it go back inside when he had his snout so far under Seriith's tail.

Thankfully the tunnel opened up shortly after as it led into the first of several caverns in the mountain. She quickly circled around the room, her wings furled tightly to her back despite the massive amount of space the chamber afforded her. She looked up and down, poking her head down the other tunnels, and generally explored it.

He watched from the tunnel, laying on his stomach with his forelegs folded under his head. The dragoness was surprisingly cute as she examined the cave, darting around everywhere with greater speed and energy than he had seen so far.

She stopped in the center of the cavern with a large smile on her snout, and he smiled back.

"Acceptable?"

"More than acceptable, Rumiir. This is almost perfect."

"Almost?"

"Well, it needs a little more ice in a few of the chambers, but that's something that I can add without any trouble. The tunnels are long enough to make me feel comfortable in them, and the entrance is wonderful for keeping out uninvited guests. If I really have to, I can turn this place into a stronghold, but it will make a good home at the same time. It's perfect."

He smiled. That was precisely what he was hoping for. He started to speak, but she interrupted him, bumping the side of her head against his with a soft growl.

"Thank you, Rumiir. This is going to be great."

"Heh, you're welcome."

Returning her gentle nuzzle, he shuffled around until his head was pointed the other way. It was a little easier than before, considering that his semi-erection had slid back into his sheath, but it was still uncomfortable to be dragging his bits against the ground.

"Aren't you going to stay for a while?"

"Not right now. I have to make sure that my mountain's not being ogled, and you probably want to get this place nice and comfortable."

"Good point." She chuckled, and he felt her nip his tail again. "Come back here in a few weeks. I'd love to have you around and show you what I've done with the place."

"I'll be here."

"You better be."

The last was a whisper that he barely heard, but it was enough to bring another smile to his face as he shuffled through the tunnel. To be wanted was always a compliment, and to be wanted by a dragoness like Seriith was a higher compliment than most.

It didn't take long to get out of the tunnel, and he took to the air as quickly as he could. Even though the wind pressed against him with its own chill, it was better than being stuck in the snow. The blue dragon stretched his wings, gliding along the air currents before striking out for home. A little fire from his mouth warmed his scales, making the flight more tolerable.

Thankfully it was a short flight back, and better, there was nobody waiting to challenge him for his territory. He'd half worried that some of the other dragons would take the opportunity to push a claim - he would have done the same, in some situations - but it seemed like they were either busy or didn't want to take the risk. Whatever the reason, it meant that he could have the rest of the day to himself, and he had a pretty good idea of what he was going to do.

After all, hunger was only one need for a dragon, and his visitor had stirred quite a different need in his body. Rumiir smiled as he half-walked, half-strutted down the tunnel to his lair. Already he could feel something stirring beneath him, and he knew that this time it wasn't going to be denied.

#

The next few weeks passed in a blur. Though his day to day habits didn't change, he often found himself remembering Seriith's offer to come visit. The thought was enough to make him grin each time it crossed his mind, and it often sent him back to a special cavern inside his mountain for an hour before coming back out. Some of the prey were starting to get a little antsy around him, too, as if they knew some of his thoughts and worried that he'd take it out on them.

They shouldn't have. He wasn't that sort of dragon, anyway, and he doubted that they would have been able to take what he had to give.

Still, he wasn't unconscious of what his feelings were doing. The dragon would spend a few nights looking over some of his hoard, seeing his reflections in the metallic surfaces and snorting to himself. He wasn't some lovesick hatchling. It was just a physical attraction mixed with wanting to know the new neighbors. Love was something different. This was just a basic attraction.

That didn't mean that it wasn't strong, though. He had more than a few dreams that left him needing to polish his possessions and clean them up, and that was something that hadn't happened since he was a much younger dragon. He grumbled, but it didn't bother him all that much.

When the day finally came for him to visit, he took it slow. He swam through a river that ran down the side of his mountain, cleaning his scales of any extra oils that had slipped between them and ensuring that he didn't smell like a male in the middle of a rut. A brief flight to one of the lower slopes led him to a deer, which he killed and broke apart into smaller pieces. It wasn't much more than a gesture, but it was better to come with a gift than to come with nothing.

With that collected, he took to the air, following a lazy wind to the top of the mountain. He rode it down the range, occasionally flapping his wings when he needed more altitude, but mostly just letting the wind carry him through the air. A few other dragons were in the sky today, but aside from an acknowledging flick of their wings they ignored him.

Despite being the one to show Seriith her new home, it took him the better part of an hour to locate the entrance. When he finally did, he could see why. The majority of the entrance had been covered with an icy overhang, allowing the snow to hide it from anyone in the air. It was only a chance dip that lowered him enough to see the tunnel, and even then he doubted he'd seen anything before he got a closer look.

His wings ached by the time that he landed on the snowy ground, and he grumbled as the pieces of deer hanging from his tail hit the snow.

"Great. More crawling."

Shaking his head and snorting a small puff of smoke, he lowered himself to his belly and squirmed through the tunnel. The icicles above ground against his back, almost like a series of claws threatening to stab through him if he pushed himself to his feet. He swore that they hadn't been that low the last time that he'd been here; had she spent that much time making it icy since he'd been gone? Probably; she had seemed interested in making sure she lived somewhere safe rather than somewhere opulent.

Still, this is no way to treat visitors, he thought with a grumble. At least there was light up ahead, and hopefully it would be warmer than the tunnel was.

He paused at the edge of the cavern, looking around to see what had changed. A lot, really. The ceiling of the expansive stone room was covered with a solid dome of ice. Carvings of sorts were interspersed in a pattern, but not one that he recognized. The carvings themselves were half-finished, but still recognizable as different dragons out of the past. Her family, he wondered? It could be, but he had no way of knowing for sure.

As he laid in the snow looking around, he slowly turned his head to observe the different works of ice art that the dragoness had put together. However, he had only seen half of them when he felt a tongue dart across his snout. Snorting, he turned his head.

"Hello, handsome."

Seriith loomed over him, and he chuckled as he looked up at her. He started to stand, but stopped as the icicles pricked his back again.

"May I come in?"

"Now, how did it go again? Oh yes. I'm Seriith, and this is my mountain. You are welcome until sun rise of tomorrow."

"Thank you."

Grunting under his breath, he pulled himself out from under the icicles, dragging the meat out as well before presenting it to the dragoness.

"I brought some food."

"Very kind of you, big guy. Why don't you give it a small fire blast, and we can have a snack while we talk?"

"Talk?"

"Well, we're not hatchlings to leap for mating right away, are we?"

The fire in his throat sputtered as he coughed in surprise. He stuck his neck out, hacking and bobbing his head until the flames died out. Rubbing a forepaw against his throat, he turned his attention back to her. He swore she was biting back a giggle from the look on her face.

"That was...very forward."

"Considering you left quite a trail with your sheath last time you left, I'm sure you were thinking of it."

So it had still left something. Well, he had admired her directness before, so there was no reason not to now, even if it was a little shocking. He shrugged, turning his head back to the meat. A few puffs of fire melted the ice along the edges of the deer chunks, and a final one burned away anything that might have gotten stuck to it. Lifting his tail and curling it around, he offered her first choice. After she took one of the legs, he took another and settled down to feed.

Now that he was out of the tunnel, he realized that it was warmer than he expected inside of the cavern. The ice must be keeping in more heat than he thought.

"Seriith?"

"Mmm?"

"Just how much were you thinking of mating while I was gone?"

Most dragons wouldn't have shown a blush through their scales, but considering how white Seriith was, a faint pink tinge appeared on the sides of her snout. She took another big bite out of the deer before answering.

"Well, you were showing off a lot while you were flying."

"I was not!"

"You weren't 'out' yet, but you had a long dangling back there."

Years ago, that would have made him blush. Today, Rumiir looked back along his body, shifting his hind legs apart to check - and show off - his equipment. It was a fair bit of maleness, if he did say so. Several feet of sheath before the opening further up his belly, and a pair of balls that were heavy and large enough to fill his forepaws was nothing to sneeze at. If Seriith had been staring down there during their flight, she would have gotten quite the eyeful.

He looked up just in time to see her glancing down at his equipment, and he smirked. Licking a bit of deer blood off of his snout, he rolled completely onto his side, letting his sheath sag slightly towards the ground.

"I guess I do have a lot back there. You liked what you saw?"

"Mmmhmm. I still do."

"Why don't you come over and take a closer look then?"

She didn't disappoint him. Without any further encouragement, she pushed her piece of deer out of the way and slunk across the chamber to him. He watched with a smile as she laid on her belly next to him, her snout nearly touching the tip of his sheath. She was close enough that he could feel her breath blowing over the tip of it, sending little chills down his sheath and down his spine.

As she continued 'examining' him, he turned his attention towards her hindquarters. Her tail was off to the side, so he had a clear view of her parts. Though he'd gotten a decent look in mid-air yesterday, as well as when he'd followed her through the tunnel, this one was unhurried and uninterrupted.

She was tight looking, that was for sure. She didn't quite look unbred - considering her nature, he doubted that she could have gone without some sort of attention back there - but it looked like it had either been a while or she was very good at tightening herself up afterwards. Or she just hadn't had any big dragons as a partner yet. He hoped for the latter; it would be nice to introduce her to what a big dragon felt like.

He smiled as he leaned in close, taking a few sniffs of his own. She smelled warm, despite her icy blood, but not to the point of being fertile. From what he could tell of her scent, that was still a few weeks off. It would be completely safe to have some fun, and neither of them would have to worry about any side-effects.

Suddenly he was jolted out of his thoughts by a new warmth around the sheath. He whipped his head to look, and a grin spread across his snout until each and every tooth he had was showing.

"Heh...couldn't wait, could you?"

Seriith looked up from his sheath, licking her lips before looking back down at him. Her efforts had already pulled a few inches of his shaft free from its hiding place, and now that she'd started, there was no way that it was going back in without having a little fun.

"I don't think you're going to complain."

"I don't think you are either."

"With something like that, I hope now."

They laughed, and they kept laughing even as Rumiir pulled himself to his feet and bumped the dragoness off of hers. She looked up with a wide grin of her own, though her blush returned when he laid his forepaws along her hind legs and pulled them apart.

"What are you going to do, big guy? Eat me?"

"From the attention you were giving my sheath, I'd think you'd almost be begging for something like that."

"I'd never beg."

"Good thing I'm feeling generous."

She laughed, but only for a moment before he pressed his lips to her sex. Then she moaned, and loudly. The sound was music to his ears and enticement to his cock, getting it to slowly slide out further and further as he slid his tongue inside of her.

The hisses she made were soft, yet the cave picked them up and let them echo in the air around him as he ate her out. His tongue flicked over her wet scales and along the softer bits inside her, bringing up plenty of her juices for him to taste. It had a warmth to it that was a sharp contrast to her scales and her ice, almost like that time a traveler had carried some fiery water with him. It didn't leave him feeling like that had, but it had a milder form of that burn as he licked it up.

Before long, he didn't have to keep his forelegs on her back legs, as she spread them further and further for him to get at her sex. Her tail thumped against the floor, and on the occasion that he looked up from her slit, her eyes were closed tight and her mouth hung open.

Stifling a laugh, he forced the tip of his snout into her. She jumped, almost driving half of his face into her before he pushed her back. Little shudders broke out along her body, almost making her vibrate against the edges of his snout as he licked out her depths. The twitching muscles only made her arousal more obvious, and it affected him as well.

He shifted his hindquarters, lifting them up to allow his shaft to continue sliding free. The cold air was a slight barrier, but the taste in his mouth and the smell forcing its way through his snout kept it coming. The smell of a dragoness was one of those things that he couldn't ignore. Even if his sheath had been completely frozen over, his body would have found some way to get his cock out if there was a suitable and interested female around.

With another lick over her sex, he pulled his head back and licked the remaining juices off of his face. Seriith looked down at him with red patches on her snout, groaning as her tail twitched and her sex oozed.

"There's no way...you're stopping now."

"Oh, are you going to make me?"

"Yes."

Her tail wrapped around his neck faster than he expected, yanking his head back down into her slit. His nose and lips were coated in her juices again, and his tongue was forced inside of her. What few struggles he attempted were immediately rendered useless, her tail too strong to pull against.

So, he set to eating her out again. He growled against her, his tongue almost vibrating as it forced itself inside her once more. Lick, thrust, lap, pull; those were the motions his tongue went through as he tasted her. She moaned above him, holding him in place with her tail, and shortly after, her forelegs. Her claws dug into his scales, leaving scratches along the back of his head as she forced him against her more firmly.

"More...almost there...almost there!"

Swallowing a mouthful of her juices, he pressed his forelegs to her hind legs, pushing them apart as they tried to clench around his head. He felt his claws raking along her legs, raising the same scratches that hers had done to his head. He didn't care. He forced his tongue in deeper, extending it as far as it would go. Her inner walls were soaked with her juices, and he tasted his own saliva inside as well as he licked at her, teasing her. She squeezed him, ground against his face and tongue with each passing second.

Finally, she came. She squirted over his nose as she finally loosened her grip, allowing him to pull back. Licking his lips as her sex spasmed as she climaxed, he smirked. She took a few seconds to realize he'd stopped licking her, and she looked up with a grin.

"Why did you stop?"

"I want to have a turn."

"Oh, you want to feel my mouth now?"

"Maybe later. Right now, I want to stuff you full of cock."

She groaned, rolling over with a soft grumble. Her tail tapped his face in a teasing way before lifting up, her sex completely on display. He started to move forward, but she tapped him with her tail again before he could mount her.

"Ah ah, we're doing this in my cavern, not in the front chamber."

"Are you serious?"

"Mmm, if you want this, big guy -" her tail tip traced a circle around her sex. "- then you do it my way, where I want it."

"Fine, fine. Lead the way."

To his relief, the tunnels leading out from the main chamber weren't the icy death traps that the one leading into the cave was. They were slick with ice, yes, but it was smoothed out and almost polished, reflecting the two of them as they walked down it. What a reflection it was, too, giving him the chance to see Seriith from below and from behind at the same time.

It was a marvelous view. Her sex drooled down her hind legs and dripped directly onto the ice. She must have known he was looking, because she swayed her hips and swished her tail with every step, putting herself completely on display. His cock throbbed underneath him with each swish back and forth, and he growled loud enough to send echoes down the tunnel.

She looked at him, too. Not so non-stop as he looked at her, and not so blatantly, but he saw the occasional glances she made back at him. She wanted it just as bad as he did, judging by her grin. Every time she looked at his cock he gave it a twitch, making it slap up against his belly, and she would grin, raising her tail a little higher for a brief time to reward him for the display.

They soon reached her personal cavern, and he smiled at the work she'd done. Either she had brought some treasures from some other location or she had been busy building a hoard, because she'd assembled a pile of gold that was about as wide as he was long, and nearly as tall as the both of them together. There was no evidence that she'd been sleeping on it, though. Her bed must have been that dug out part of the cave floor, where it had been patted down and smoothed out in comparison to the earth and rock around it.

He followed her to the pile, where she sprawled over it. Her hind legs spread further apart and her tail lifted up and to the side. He didn't need a further invitation.

"Go ah-heeead!"

Rumiir pounced on top of her, his shaft sliding in deep on the first thrust and interrupting her. His body pinned her to the treasure pile, sending some of the gold flying across the room as she was pressed into it, but neither of them cared. All of it was focused on the act at hand.

His forelegs pressed down next to hers, pressing her upper body and head into the treasure pile as he craned his neck. He bit her, nibbling the scales hard enough to leave marks along her neck. She growled back at him, squirming beneath his weight, but she couldn't get up, couldn't resist. Dragging his claws along her forelegs, tugging her into place, he made sure that she knew she wasn't getting up until he was done, made sure that she was pinned in place before he started pushing more of his cock into her.

"Heh, don't take it slow, big guy. You know I want it."

"If your pussy didn't tell me that, you did."

"Mmm, then listen to both of us and fill me up, big guy."

He certainly wasn't going to disappoint. Pulling his forelegs back until they rested on her back, he kept her pinned in place as he rocked his hips back and forth, sinking inch after inch of his four foot long shaft into the shapely dragoness. She grunted with each bit he forced in, but he could see the hint of a grin under her half-buried muzzle. Even with the long red lines his claws left in her scales, she was loving it. He thrust forward hard, burying another half foot of cock into her slick entrance.

"Mmm, is that all you have, Rumiir?"

"Barely half of it."

"Then give me all of it. I want to feel the big guy too."

"Heh...as you wish."

He pulled back, drawing his cock out of her bit by bit. The way she gripped him, the way her insides slurped and slid along his shaft almost drove him to slam right back in, but he held back. Her sex squeezed down on him, tempting him with every inch, but he eventually managed to pull out of her. His cock immediately felt chilled, but throbbed hard as he lined himself up.

"Come on, you're not going soft on me, are you? Mate me. Ram it in and pound me into the gold."

Just as she asked, he rammed himself in as hard as he could, hilting himself in one hard thrust. He felt her juices squelch around his shaft, oozing around his length and dripping onto her treasure. He chuckled.

"You needed this a lot, didn't you?"

"Oh, fine one to talk. You needed this just as much as me."

"True enough."

His next thrust shoved her deeper into the pile of treasure, her hoard collapsing under her as he filled her again and again. She moaned, lifting her head briefly before he bit at it again. Every so often she pushed back against him, and he felt her juices running along his shaft, making him slicker than anything she might have done with her mouth. She definitely needed this, and bad. He grinned. He liked to be needed.

Back and forth, back and forth he rocked into her. Despite his grip, she still squirmed against him, 'fighting' him for more, but he kept his control. Pinning her down, he slapped his tail against her, a whip-like crack to remind her who was on top. Her sex warmed with each successive penetration and 'reminder' until she was almost burning hot around him. The blue dragon smirked as he looked down at her, licking at the back of her neck.

"I thought you were an ice dragon."

"Didn't you know? The hardest to thaw are the hottest to have."

"Well, you're certainly heating up."

"Because of that hot cock of yours, big guy. Don't you dare stop now. I want it pumping me full here, or I'm gonna hold your head between my legs until you drown."

"Oh really?"

He pulled out of her. ALL the way out. His cock shone with her juices, and a quick glance down was all he needed to see how much she was leaking pre and her own juices. Her sex was drenched and stretched, and it clenched on open air as she tried to get it back in her.

"Oh that's not fair..."

"Mmm, neither was your threat."

His cock bumped her sex, and she tried to push back. He refused to let her, pinning her down and deliberately scraping her flanks with his forepaws. The dragoness went still, moaning as he teased her. Even as he did, he had to fight his own urges to just mount her again, but he kept them back. This was more important. She needed to know just where she stood.

It didn't take long for her to growl into her treasure. Even grinding against her as he was, he could feel her sex clenching at him, trying in vain to pull him back in. It was like a fluttering wet stroke every time he touched her, and the way that she panted in need only made him harder.

"Come on...please..."

"Please what, Seriith?"

"You know what I want."

"But I want to hear it."

"Come on..."

"Say it."

"Mmmph...fuck me...fuck me hard...I need to cum!"

That was better. Grinning, he adjusted himself again, his cock pointed towards her sex and throbbing hard as he took aim. With a deep growl, he slammed in hard enough to make her juices squish out. It was like she'd squirted again, soaking his sheath and his knot with everything built up inside her. Maybe she had squirted; she was squeezing him almost like she was in another orgasm.

He growled as he took her, his forelimbs pinning her down as she tried to push up and back against him. Stay, he thought as he hammered into her. Stay down. She wanted a fucking, and she was going to get it.

His knot continued to swell with each passing second, and even a hole as wet as hers couldn't be fucked consequence free for long. After a few more thrusts, his knot locked inside of her, popping inside and staying in place. It was all he could do to grind back and forth after that, short, quick thrusts that were more a tugging than a proper fucking. He growled, pulling on her, even going so far as to sink his claws into her flanks to try and get leverage to keep the deep thrusts going, but it wasn't working.

But she didn't seem to care. Her moans were at least as loud as his, and she squeezed down on him hard. She had gone so far as to drool into her hoard, panting from her own pleasure, and he could feel her juices running down along his sheath and dripping from his balls. She wanted him. She wanted his load, and bad.

He held her tight as he humped her, dragging her along his knot as much as he actually thrusted. She roared her own pleasure as he stretched her, lashing out with her tail and beating against his hind legs, almost like she was lashing him forward the same way he'd tried to do to her. He would have 'punished' her for it, but he was too close to care by this point.

Roaring his pleasure, he went still, his sack pulling up as his cock throbbed. He could feel his load pulsing out of his cock, filling her body and swirling around his cock as she squeezed down on him. Her walls pulled and pulsed around his knot, milking him for everything he was willing to give. And he gave a lot.

He collapsed onto her, laying on her back as his cock continued to ooze his seed inside of her. She turned her head, looking up at him with a playful smirk.

"Looks like you enjoyed yourself."

"You did too."

"Yes, but you're more obvious about it."

He rolled his eyes, sighing in his afterglow. Seriith chuckled at him again, but he ignored her as he waited for his knot to go down. While he waited, he thought he'd tease her for a bit.

"You know, that was just a small load."

"Oh, boast on, big one."

"Heh, I'll prove it to you next time. I'll fuck you right into this pile and then out of it again. You won't even be able to walk after I'm done."

"Heh, promises promises." She turned her head, smiling. "But I hope you can do that. It sounds fun."

They laid together for about twenty minutes before he was able to pull out. Even then it took some doing, tugging on her as he worked his hips back and forth. It was nearly half inflated again by the time he pulled out, and he felt his sheath get soaked with his cum as he pulled himself away.

"Think I could have a little help?"

"Hmmm, I think you earned a few licks."

The feel of her tongue along his sheath was lovely, but it was when she licked his cock that he groaned in real pleasure. It twitched lightly as she flicked the forked tip along the underside, and he swore that he was halfway towards another erection when she pulled back from his tip.

"There's more..."

"Mmm, but you can deal with that, I think."

"Come on, just a bit more?"

"No can do, big guy." She winked. "You gotta earn more than that."

"Fine, can you at least let me use one of the rivers on your mountain to clean up? I don't want my sheath frozen with seed when I fly back."

"Feel free, but leave the deer."

That was fair enough. He was going to be using some of her resources, after all. He might as well leave her something to make up for it.

"So, do you mind if I come around again in a few days?"

"Big guy, if I don't see you in the next three, I'm going to come over to your mountain and pin you down for another round."

"Alright. See you in two days, then."

Rumiir smiled as he walked out, feeling Seriith's gaze on his backside as he made his way into the tunnel. She still knew just what she wanted, and he loved the way that she refused to beat around the bush. She was going to be a good neighbor, that was for sure. He just hoped that she was going to stay friends like this, instead of wanting more.

But he'd just have to see, in time.

The End