{"sf1_id":795059,"sf2_id":null,"title":"A Dragon's Journey: Ice and Fire","author":"Cheetahs","words":8477,"posted_at":"2014-12-12T21:53:00.000Z","tags":["Anatomically Correct","Aroused","Cum","Dragon","Dragoness","Ejaculation","Feathers","Female","Feral","Foreplay","Hard-on","Heat","Heterosexual","Humping","Love","Lust","M/F","Male","Masturbation","Messy","Musk","Naughty","Non-anthro","Oral","Passion","Paws","Solo","Tail","Teasing","Vaginal","Voyeurism","Yiff","cock","cum shot","cunnilingus","erection","licking","orgasm","penetration","penis","pussy","seed","sex","straight","vagina","wings"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/795059-a-dragon-s-journey-ice-and-fire","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/795059","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=795059\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Two dragons flee to a frozen wasteland to escape a terrible danger. They take shelter in a cave, and the blissful warmth brings more than just heat. Aroused and lustful to mate, the two have to find a way to subdue the heat...or be consumed by it.","content":"Second part is out! A Dragon's Journey: Flames in the DarkSupport me on Patreon for novel chapters, snippets, and more exclusive content!Helloooo there!It's been a rough week, hasn't it? My normal uploading schedule suffered some setbacks, and you guys were probably wondering what kinky stories I might cook up for you. Look no further! A dragon lover was generous to share his characters and ideas with me, and I wrote him a story to match his exquisite tastes. So what's it about? Well, lets just say two dragons flee to a frozen wasteland to escape a terrible danger. They take shelter in a cave, and the blissful warmth brings more than just heat. Aroused and enraged by their incessant instincts, the two have to find a way to subdue the heat...or be consumed by it. What's going to happen after? Your guess is as good as mine :) Read and find out, my dear fluffies, scalies, and naughty purveyors of fine stories.And please, if you enjoy this story please consider the following:Fav if you read itVote if you liked itComment if you're feeling awesomeThankies!***Aryi spread her wings, gliding upon the frigid winds. Ice\nthickened around her violet feathers, freezing them solid against her numb,\naching joints. They felt more like two solid block of ice rather than the\nmagnificent wings that carried her all the way from Liary's Breath to the\nfrozen forest rolling below her. She looked ahead, towards the small mounds\nrising ahead of her. Small and insignificant they looked, hinting at a few more\nhours of flying. The jagged mountains offered shelter to the ruddy sun, setting\nthe sky ablaze with streaks of red. She hated that color. It resembled fire, and death, and\nsmoke. Aryi blinked quickly, purging the dreary thoughts from her mind. Even\nhere, amidst cold and ice, fear retained its grip. Aryi squeezed her eyes shut,\nforcing the frozen tears to roll down her fur like two translucent beads. Amidst\nthe veiling darkness clouding her eyes, she caught another glimpse of the red\ndread. Its wings were massive, and its maw filled with huge, serrated teeth.\nWhat purpose those had was beyond Aryi. The beast's claws slashed through trees\nand dragons alike, and its fiery breath engulfed melted even stone. \"Not us,\" Aryi snapped her eyes open, purging the dreadful\nimages from her mind. She licked her cold muzzle, soothing her frozen lips with\nflickers of warmth. \"We survived. Lived, because we're quick.\"\"Said anything?\" her mate approached, beating his wings\nonce. His exquisite plumage was adorned with ice crystals, giving him a rugged\nlook.The words took a moment to register. Aryi threw him a quick\nglance, then looked ahead. \"No,\" she said, tightening her grip on the furs\ntrapped between her paws.\"I don't know why you insist on carrying those by yourself,\"\nAzaryl pointed.\"You do, only you're too stubborn to understand.\"He growled and swerved towards her, intent on soothing her\ncold temper. Aryi swiped her tail towards his fluffy rump. He pulled up and\nsailed above her violet tuft. His claws flexed, ready to grab onto her wings.\nAryi fell to the right, quickly adjusting from her drop with three quick wing\nbeats. She hissed at the jolting pain, claws digging into the rock solid furs. \"Clumsy.\"\"I'll show you clumsy,\" Aryi snapped, forcing her mate a\nwing back. He straightened his flight path, bowing his head in submission. She was imposing when\nneeded. Powerful. Other dragons even saw her as intimidating; a crafty beauty\nhiding between veils of bright colored feathers. Aryi certainly considered\nherself above most dragons, yet the rich hues of her violet hide and the\ncerulean tip of her flight feathers impressed only her own kin. The beast that\nattacked them at dawn had no regard for anything other than slaughter.Aryi's trembling teeth pressed against each other. Her jaw\nclattered as an icy sliver of fear surged through her already numb muscles. It\nhad to be a living being with an obvious weakness, yet every time she thought\nback, Aryi was greeted by the living incarnation of terror: a beast bigger than\nany that decimated anything in its path. Its roar rang in her ears, and Aryi\nlooked back, ready to surge forth at its sight.There was nothing. The same proud trees zipped underneath,\nand the sky retained its fiery mantle. It was almost sundown, yet the journey\nseemed to expand for days. Aryi was thoroughly exhausted. Her belly was empty,\nher wing muscles spasmed and quivered with pain with every beat of her wings,\nand her nostrils stung. Only fear kept her going. As dreadful as it felt, sheer\nterror saved her life. \"You are thinking again,\" Azaryl approached.\"Analyzing,\" Aryi hissed, opening her mouth just enough to\nform proper words. She had no time nor energy for games, and in times like\nthese Azaryl became more bothersome than a hatchling.\"Mind sharing?\"Aryi shot him an annoyed glance. \"I do mind. Every word is a\nwaste of energy. If we don't find shelter before sundown, we are going to sleep\nin these, down there,\" she shook the frozen furs and looked down at the jagged\nriver forking between the forest below.\"Point made, your crankiness.\"\"I'm not cranky!\" Aryi growled.\"Grawh, I must have missed something,\" Azaryl's muzzle\ncontorted with pain. Aryi's lips twitched with amusement. She had him there,\nbut Azaryl never gave up that easily. He stretched his serpentine neck, lashing\nhis tongue across Aryi's snout.She turned her head away, hissing. How he maintained his\nmirth eluded her like the gentle winds of summer. \"Aside from prolonged\nexposure to cold, frozen wings, lack of food and no shelter in sight? Yes, you\nprobably missed a tiny detail,\" Aryi surged ahead of him. Azaryl caught up. He was not ready to give up. He inched\ncloser to her, cobalt eyes glimmering with uncertainty. \"I know that we are\nalive. That alone should mean something.\"\"It means that we will die tired, hungry and in pain if we\ndon't find a cave.\"Her mate shook his head and kept the rumbling disagreement\nfor himself. There was little use in arguing. He pulled his wings tight and\nswooped towards the icy forest until he became no larger than a n ordinary\nvulture. \"Stupid male. What does he know?\" she hissed angrily.Azaryl went all out against the darkened beast, joining the\nother males in an idiotic attempt at thwarting an unstoppable threat. If he\nremained at their den, they could have scavenged the proper supplies:  warm flight furs tailored for this weather and\nsmoked meat for prolonged travel. With him gone, Aryi only managed to snatch\nthe bare necessities before fear got the better of her. She darted out of her\nhome valley, looking behind after every beat of her wings. She pleaded with all\nthe gods and creators she knew for her mate's safety, and they listened. Azaryl\njoined her quickly after with no signs of blood or trauma marring his pristine\nfeathers. He babbled about buying enough time for the females and all manner of\nnonsense. How could he have helped if he died?Aryi squeezed the furs as hard as she could and muffled her\nbursting roar. Stupid or not, she loved her mate more than any possessions.\nWith a quick dive, she rushed towards Azaryl, meeting him mid air. He couldn't\nstay apart for long, and the two nuzzled and licked the ice off their cold muzzles,\nhissing and mewling their mutual affection. With their bond mended, the two\ndragons continued their journey. The sky bruised to a deep purple just after the sun\ndisappeared below the rising mountains. Aryi's heart swelled. She knew how to\nscout for every nook and crevice, and it wasn't long until she found a proper\ncave. \"Here!\" she roared, landing on the small ledge at the mouth\nof a narrow cave. Azaryl joined her within five heartbeats. He touched the\nground with a growl, unsteady on his shivering legs. \"It will take a bit to adjust,\" Aryi turned around towards\nthe gloomy darkness. \"Take small steps and keep my tail within sight.\"\"It's hard to miss it,\" he licked and nuzzled into the\nfluffy tip. Aryi swished it briefly before her head disappeared into the\ncurtain of darkness. The air smelled odd and cold, carrying traces of other\ninhabitants.\"Bear?\" Azaryl asked.Aryi snorted with laughter. Her flames escaped between her\njaws, illuminating the winding corridor. \"We are a dozen wings above ground, my\nmate.\"\"The bear could fly.\"\"I am most certain it did,\" Aryi swatted his snout. Azaryl grabbed\nher tip before it caused further damage, but Aryi didn't care. She liked the\nslick warmth of his saliva after a day of freezing flying. With slow steps, she\nwalked ahead, blowing gusts of flames every so often. The cave expanded the\ndeeper they went, offering a bigger shelter for a matching cost.\"I take my words back,\" Azaryl released her tail and\nsneezed. \"No bear I know smells like this.\"\"Your rear does,\" Aryi quipped. \"I clean myself daily!\"\"Not there, no,\" Aryi shot another spurt of bright flames,\nrevealing the bottom of the cave. \"Do you want me to prove myself? Because I certainly don't\nmind grooming from paws to tail when you're watching.\"\"Maybe later. We have bigger concerns now.\" Aryi rushed ahead.\nThe damp scent of stale caves was a small price to pay for warmth. She drew her\nhead back and unleashed her fire in a continuous stream, vaporizing the mucus\nand drying everything in a matter of seconds. Azaryl jumped out of the way with\na startled roar.\"My tail!\" Azaryl snarled, inspecting his thick, fluffy\npride.\"I didn't singe it,\" Aryi approached. Her nostrils twitched,\ndrawing in the scent of melted ice, dragon, and something moist and warm. \"Like I said, it's-\"Her maw was filled by her mate's eager tongue. Azaryl licked\nher with eager strokes, dashing his tongue all around her maw. \"You witty bastard,\" Aryi closed her eyes, melting in the\nflow of affection. She missed warmth dearly, along with her mate's affectionate\ngrowls. He rubbed and nuzzled greedily under her jaw, trying to stick his\ntongue between her teeth. Aryi liked to be a tease on occasion, but this time\nher mate deserved a bit of a leeway. She opened her maw, allowing him to take\neverything he wanted. Wet, sloppy licks followed, each quicker than the last. \"I missed your taste,\" Azaryl finished with a last flick\nacross her nose.\"And I missed your tongue,\" Aryi purred happily. Her\ncoldness melted under the waves of affection, and her wings twitched in\nremembrance of their heated couplings. Aryi swished her tail above her kneading sex. A brief kiss\nwas all it took for her flesh to ooze its essence. Azaryl noticed that. He\nflattened his ears and pushed between her legs, sniffing greedily for her\nfertile scent. \"Duties first,\" she pushed him away with a paw. \"Mating is the most important of duties,\" he mewled, kissing\nher again. His warm tongue made judgment heavier, but Aryi knew mating\nwas the least of their concerns. They couldn't become careless if that monster\nwas on their trail. It only took a moment of distraction, and then-\"No,\" she jumped back. Her paws skidded and screeched as her\nclaws dug into the stone. \"You're such a tease,\" Azaryl said. Licking followed, its\npurpose concealed by the engulfing darkness. Aryi's lips pressed with excitement. Was he pleasuring\nhimself? She lusted for the sight and scent of her mate's cock, especially when\nhe licked himself. Aryi valued grooming as much as any dragon, and watching her\nmate perform a thorough cleaning aroused her more than anything. She thought of\nhow his wet cock slipped between her hungry folds, filling them with hard,\ntwitching meat.\"I'm being careful, my mate,\" Aryi said, tense with\ndisappointment. \"It is no good to nurture life if we don't have warm furs to\nsleep in and meat in our bellies.\"\"We can hunt later,\" Azaryl nuzzled her excitedly.\"Now,\" Aryi pressed, moving her head away from his prodding\nsnout. \"And bring wood too while you are out.\"Azaryl's growl sank into a disappointed whimper. \"You are\nsending me away?\"\"Only for a short while. I will prepare our furs and make\nsure you rest on something warm and dry.\"\"That loses its appeal when...\"\"When what?\"\"Doesn't matter,\" the sound of claws clicking on stone\nfollowed. \"You probably don't care anyway.\"\"Azaryl!\"Only the sound of his steps answered her. Aryi gritted her\nteeth and walked after him, bumping into stones and stalactites. Her stern\nattitude was a bit of a problem sometimes. It wasn't her fault though! Males\nadored strong females, and Aryi had little to show aside from fancy feathers\nand words. She was smaller and less bulkier, and the other females made sure\nshe remembered that during the occasional sparring. Aryi used her agility to\noutmaneuver her opponents, using the environment to her advantage. Some praised\nher ingenuity, while others scoffed at her weakness. True dragons used no\ntricks to distract and deceive, they said.Aryi snorted in disgust at that. She was curious to know the\nwhereabouts of those idiots. They probably laid in a pile of broken bones, offering\nan easy meal to the nightmare that stole their home. She blew another gust of\nflames, forcing her attention back on her surroundings. The cave got warmer\nthanks to her flames, but cold wind continued seeping through the cracks. Aryi pulled her wings closer and went back. The pain was\nstill there, a bit less noticeable now that her muscles got warmer. She felt\nwith her paws around the bundle of furs and sneaked her clawed toes between\nthem. Then, she flexed her paw and pushed. The furs spilled from their tie, wet\nand cold thanks to the melting ice. Aryi pressed the water out of them with\nboth paws, then breathed heated air upon the soggy furs. She flapped her wings\nsteadily, directing the airflow around the cushy pelts. She tested them with\nher snout every so often, purring heartily when her nostrils met the dry\nsurface of a great bear pelt. Aryi rubbed her head amidst the silky embrace, enjoying the\nsoft tickling around the sensitive sides of her muzzle. She nipped playfully, a\nsoft growl escaping between her parted jaws. \"Warm and dry, just like I like them,\" Aryi whispered,\nrolling on her back. She spread her scent all over her furs, coating them in\nher sweet miasma. She had nothing better to do while her mate was out anyway,\nso she allowed the gleeful playfulness to wash over her. She kicked, growled\nand fought with the furs until her nose found itself between her mate's shaggy\nwolf pelts. Aryi blinked. She pushed her nose deeper, inhaling the stronger\nfragrance. The savory scent traveled deep into her nostrils, awakening a known\ncraving inside her smoldering sex. Aryi mewled softly and rubbed her nose\ninside the pelts. She wanted to touch and lick her mate, not just smell him.\nShe needed his warmth, his tongue, his seed... That last thought made her yelp\nwith unrestrained need. Aryi got up on her fours and straddled her mate's furs.\nThen, she raised her tail high, forcing her slit to stretch. Her muscles\ntensed, pushing her folds together in a mighty embrace. Aryi pushed down hard.\nHer walls shuddered and spasmed, gripping the dry furs inside their wet\nembrace. Lifeless fur offered only a limp and bland surface, yet to Aryi that\nwas enough. She only needed a part of her mate, and with his scent surrounding\nher, she pushed and rubbed just like she did back in their home. Her paws\nspread with elation, and her throat rumbled with delight. Aryi crawled forward,\ngetting every trace of her scent across the furs. When her nethers were\nthoroughly stimulated, she gripped the silky bedding and rolled on her back.\nHer wings went limp, and her claws slid along the hard leather. Aryi licked her muzzle, then pressed the furs hard against\nher belly. She rejoiced the warmth, yet the heat increased exponentially when\nshe slid the silky material between her hind legs. Her muscles tensed, pushing\nhard into the invading surface. Aryi's tail slapped the ground and her wings\ntrembled as she mated the furs thoroughly. Rapid breaths left her maw, stoking\nthe fire burning between her kissing lips. She wanted nothing more than soaking\nher mate's bedding with her fluids, but dead pelts made improper partners. Lust\nquickly turned into frustration, and Aryi threw the shaggy wolf aside when her\nconvulsing muscles failed to spill their essence. She rolled on her side, pressing her muzzle tight against\nher sex. Warmth enveloped her nostrils, and fertile scents warmed her blood.\nShe was going into heat, that much was certain. Aryi poked her tongue out. She\npushed between her trembling walls, then sunk into the depth of her moistening\ntunnel. Warm shivers claimed her, and her tongue wriggled without her accord. Aryi pulled back with a drawn out moan. She barely touched\nherself, and climax already threatened to erupt. The female stilled her racing\nbreath, licking the fragrance off her lips while she waited. Spilling her\nessence alone was drab, as much as she wanted it. Aryi flapped the scent away\nwith a beat of her wings and turned away from her twitching gender. Her crave\nfor a male grew more the closer she approached her peak, and Aryi couldn't help\nbut push her snout back into his furs. She whimpered softly and licked along\nthe clumped furs, thinking of her beautiful mate. \"You'll come back,\" she whispered. \"And I'll be here,\nwaiting.\"*Azaryl never knew the depth of frustration until he reached\nthe cave's frozen ledge. His heart raced, his limbs shivered, and his hardened\nmember poked its smooth head between the lubricated walls of his slit. Azaryl\nstopped. Instinct urged him to go back and take his mate. Will told him to go\nout in the cold and do her bidding. The choice seemed no choice at all. No sane\nmale preferred the biting cold over the warm folds of a receptive female. \"Maybe I'm not that sane after all,\" he growled, walking\ntowards the ledge until his erection became more bothersome. He stopped, one\nforepaw lifted ahead of the other. Licking his muzzle, Azaryl pushed it under\nhimself. He felt the warm fur of his belly as he slid along the silky fur until\nhe met his eager cock. He remained like that, frozen with indecision until he\npushed his paw forth. His cock tensed and trembled inside the warm prison of\nhis pads. Azaryl tried pushing it back, but every touch sent shivers across his\nhardening slit. He gave up with a growl and arched his back into an involuntary\nthrust, forcing more of his lubricated length out. \"Grrawr!\" the male snapped at the air. He pushed the hard tip\nbetween his toes, trembling with arousal as his pads flexed around the lithe\nhead. The pressure intensified his pleasure, and he poked tentatively,\nexploring the delightful stimulation until he pulled back with a long, drawn\nout growl.\"I can't. Not here,\" the male shook his head and dashed\nahead, shivering under the cold wind's grasp. He embraced the night like a true\nmale, with his wings flared and his lips curled above his pristine fangs. The\ngentle breeze snuck between every feather and protrusion, making his teeth hurt\nand his member shrivel in less than four heartbeats. The male shook his head\nand took flight. Freezing temperatures had the same strength as an orgasm. They\nwere sudden, decisive, and infinitely less pleasurable than seed spilling. Azaryl thought about asking his mate to soothe his ache as\nhe ascended into the darkening sky. It seemed fitting she rewarded him for his\nefforts. Then, he looked upon the forest, and all thoughts of retribution\nturned to providing. Azaryl flapped his aching wings quicker until he met the\npowerful trees. He slid between their heavy trunks and shifted between the\nlarger branches expertly, kicking and snapping the smaller ones. He swooped\ndown on the ground, gathered his stash in a pile, then made a visible mark on\nthe ice. The sky looked clear enough and Azaryl was certain he could find his\nway back before darkness fell.With that thought in mind, he ventured deeper into the\nforest, ears perked and eyes alert for any sign of movement. Coldness dulled\nhis senses, yet even a blind dragon could trace the gruff breath of bears back\nto the creatures. Azaryl dived upon a young male and ended him before it even\nrealized what happened. With his kill secured, he flew back towards the wood\npile and collected the twigs inside his maw. Happy that his task was done, Azaryl returned back to the\ncave just before night fell. He dropped the bear on the ledge, then carefully\nsecured the creature upon his back before advancing further inside. The smell\nof female heated his blood. He quickened his pace, stopping just outside her\nreach. Azaryl dropped the bear carefully and loosened the twigs from his maw.\"Aryi?\"The female's steady breath offered a single, monotonous\nreply. Azaryl's ears drooped. He hoped to find her awake, but he couldn't place\nthe blame on her. The journey sapped both of their strength, and females needed\nmore rest and nourishment when their cycle started. \"I'll make sure you're warm.\"The male built a small bonfire just outside their inner den\nand set it ablaze. The warmth was a welcome addition to the blazing light.\nAzaryl stoked the fire until it burned on its own, then turned around. Aryi was\ncurled on top of her furs, while his were carefully laid next to her.\"You kept your word...\" Azaryl stalked forth, his paws barely\nmaking a sound on the cave's floor. He crouched when he reached her, touching\nthe claw of a forepaw with the tip of his snout. Her scent was so strong, and\nher warmth inviting. Azaryl climbed towards her forehead, barely keeping his\ntongue inside his muzzle. He wanted to lick her warmly, snuggle, and maybe even\nmate. Azaryl blinked, losing himself in the warm thoughts until something\nsmacked his lips. He opened his eyes to a twitching ear. The male quickly\npulled back and retreated to his own furs. Aryi made her intention clear\nbefore, and insisting seemed a most unfit option.Azaryl snuggled inside his furs. He stretched his wings and\nbrought his tail around, laying his chin on top of the fluffy tip. Warmth\nenveloped him. He exhaled and closed his eyes, thinking of a playful and eager\nAryi when her savory scent entered his nostrils. Azaryl rubbed his nose with\nhis tail. Lust was bothersome like that, coming and going whenever it pleased.\nHe breathed in and out, lasting only four cycles before he sunk his muzzle into\nthe furs. Something was pleasantly odd, and Azaryl knew why when he tasted the\nclumped strings. The sweet fragrance of heat dissolved in his saliva, pushing\nthe young male past the edge of frenzy. Azaryl snorted gruffly and humped into the soft fur. His\ncock thundered out of his slit, pressing between the narrow space. The male\nhissed and maintained his pace, licking his muzzle after every stroke. The furs\nwere awfully dry, but the raw stimulation expanded his cock to its very limits.Azaryl rolled on the side and lowered a wing over his twitching\ncock.  Disturbing his mate's rest was\nawfully improper when he had two paws and a tongue to pleasure himself with.\nAzaryl coated his pads in a thin film of saliva, then gripped his cock from\nboth sides. He snarled at the warm touch, overcome with the raw need of\ncopulation. His flanks buckled, thrusting his cock towards his eager maw.\nAzaryl licked around the tip, washing off the strong fragrance with smooth\nflicks of his tongue. He slid closer to the base, then returned back to the pointy\nhead, altering the silky licks with the rougher touch of his paws. The\nstimulation sent him closer and closer towards the edge, and Azaryl found\nhimself most eager to drown his lust in waves of fertile seed. *Her mate returned fast, just as she expected. Then he called\nher name. Aryi's tail twitched with eagerness, but a hind paw snuggled the\nfluffy pest closer to her belly. She didn't want him to know about her\nintentions right away, so she watched in silence, with a feathery wing draped\nover her head. Azaryl dropped on his furs with a long sigh and placed his head\non the soft cushion. He looked tired and lifeless. His wings drooped\nunceremoniously on each side, and his tail was too lazy to curl around his\nbody. The male laid there for a few seconds until his breath picked. He sniffed\nand licked across the ridges of his bedding, washing away the dried fragrance\nwith quick caresses of his long, moistened tongue.He discovered her scent. Aryi's claws dug into her own furs,\ntense with arousal. Her mate had a hunger for her, a crave satisfied only by\nraw instinct. The black furs shifted and crumpled underneath his gripping paws,\nretreating towards his thrusting member. Azaryl hissed softly. Slivers of pink\npoked between every available crevice, engorged with lust and desire. Aryi's breath cut\nwhen her mate snarled and pushed all the way in. His fully erect member emerged\nbetween his forepaws, throbbing thrice as it met his flaring nostrils. Azaryl\nlicked the tip quickly, mewling out loud when his tongue made contact with the\nexposed flesh. He dropped on the side, belly up, tending to his raging need\nwith untamed hunger. Aryi couldn't see much due to the obstructive wing draped\nover his erection, but she didn't need to. The wet licks and the squelches\nprovided an obvious answer. She shifted inside her bedding, gripping and\nrubbing her hind legs along the sensitive ridge of her slit. Warm pleasure\nfilled her muscles faster than she anticipated. The hot shiver traversed\ntowards her tail, where it exploded into oppressive pleasure. Aryi pressed her\nmuzzle shut, muffling the rebellious moan. Not that she needed to. Her mate was\nthoroughly engrossed with his ministrations, growling softly every so often. His moans shattered her patience. Aryi forfeited her own\npleasure and stalked forward, carefully avoiding his fluffy tail. The cobalt\nfluff swished this way and that, restless just like his shivering wings. \"You seem to enjoy yourself,\" Aryi said, touching the white\ntips of his outward feathers.Azaryl's gruff whimper turned into a rumbling choke.\n\"Wh-what?\"\"I should be asking that question,\" Aryi stepped over his\ntail. It was exquisitely soft, and as thick as one of her forepaws. She\ndirected the azure streaked tail between her forepaws, delighting in its silky\ncaress.\"Question?\" Azaryl's head poked between his wing feathers.\n\"What question?\"\"The obvious one. What made those suave moans leave your\ncute little maw?\"\"Grooming, obviously,\" he added the last word quick before\nretreating from sight. Aryi bowed her head. So this is how he wanted to play this\ngame. She rubbed her snout along his tail until she reached his rump. Then, her\ntongue poked out, washing along the tense muscles budging underneath. The male\nshivered, pushing his flank away just enough to expose the bulged base of his slit.\"Mind if I help with your grooming?\" Aryi licked her muzzle\nin quite the mischievous way\"N-not at all,\" Azaryl whimpered, weakened by the surging\npleasure. He lay back, still keeping his cock hidden between his legs and a\nwing.Aryi inhaled his tantalizing scent and shoved her snout hard\ninto his leg, making her mate yelp with surprise. He was unprepared for her\nvigorous snout massage. Aryi headed towards his lower belly, softening the soft\nclumps with her snout, then straightening the fur with her tongue. Azaryl\nenjoyed that a lot more than he should have. His flesh trembled in her wake,\nand his claws barely remained steady. They gripped and pulled on the furs,\nsurging in rhythm with the incessant throbs pulsating under his tail. \"Grooming is delightful, isn't it?\"\"It...It surely is,\" Azaryl hissed, kicking a paw. His tail\njerked too, rubbing along Aryi's belly. The restless tip caught her over her bare lips, coaxing a\nsoft mewl between her clenched fangs. Aryi snorted and pushed just below his\nslit. She wasn't ready to give in that easily.  Azaryl's whole leg\nshifted to the side, revealing the fleshy mass residing between his legs. His\npink slit fully exposed its sensitive flesh, fueling the hard baton extending\ntowards the male's neck with fresh reserves of heated blood. Aryi looked upon\nthe delightful sight. The veins underneath, surging with passion. His tapered\ntip, straight and smooth for the most delicate of penetrations. And most\nimportantly, his slit. Aryi always admired the male anatomy in that regard. Her\neyes lingered along the edges of his crevice. Every time he spasmed, she\nclenched her own lips, flaring the heat dancing around her moistening entrance.Aryi craved to lick the slime off his cock and feel his\nwarmth between her shuddering lips more than anything. She opened her maw,\nready to voice her heated need.\"Do you want me to do your paws too?\" She asked instead.\"Yes please,\" Azaryl said softly.Aryi blinked. That was not the reply she expected. She turned\naway from his raging erection and sought his paws instead. She sniffed the soft\npads briefly, taking in the earthly scent before dashing her tongue along their\nsilky length. Azaryl flexed, allowing her tongue to slide between his grappling\ntoes. He was quite adept at resisting her teasing. Aryi left his paw coated\nwith warm saliva, then slid downwards along his leg. \"You seem to want more than grooming, my mate.\"\"No. Just...just...\"Azaryl breathed quicker the closer she\napproached his slit. His needy growl begged where his words faltered, and Aryi\nwas briefly tempted to take him inside her maw and feast on his fertile seed.\nShe sniffed the wet edge of his cock, then pushed his trembling wing away with\nher snout. Azaryl had his tongue halfway out, panting with heated desire until\ntheir eyes met. He yelped and buried his nose into his chest, cleaning his fur\nwith broad strokes. Aryi tilted her head, surprised and amused by what she saw. \"The wing please. It's still,\" Azaryl was cut off by a\nreckless throb of his cock. \"Still aches a bit,\" he continued, paying no mind\nto his erection. \"Can you take care of it?\"\"Anything for my mate,\" Aryi licked her nose seductively and\nturned her neck. His wing came in sight, black at the base, and lighter towards\nthe edge. She sniffed and nuzzled along his muscular joint, caressing the soft\nfeathers protecting his muscles. Azaryl straightened his proud wing, whimpering\nwith delight after every stroke. Aryi rubbed up and down, minding only the grooming until\nthat damnable tail became a pest. Azaryl lost a bit of control when he got\nexcited, and his tail rubbed all over her quivering slit. She pinned it with\nher own fluffy tip, yet that was not enough. Her sex shuddered after every\ntouch, pleading for something hard lodged between the clamping walls. That was too hard to resist. Aryi lowered herself until she\nsat on Azaryl's tail. The male didn't even notice. He cleaned his paw now,\nsneaking in a quick lick across his cock whenever Aryi's eyes were occupied\nwith the amalgamation of feathers. The large plumes towards the edge were easy\nto clean, but the darker ones covering his joints were frustratingly time\nconsuming. Aryi slid down towards his neck, grazing the flesh softly with her\nfangs.\"I like that,\" Azaryl moaned, licking under her chin. \"I know you do,\" Aryi hissed softly. She dashed a long\nstroke along his coarse mane, then followed up with a short thrust against his\ntail. Fur scratched away at her damp lips, taming the fiery itch dwelling\ninside her sex. Aryi could smother her urge no longer. She picked up her pace,\ngrinding her sex heartily against Azaryl's fluffy tail. He craned his neck\ntowards the commotion, but a well placed grip below his horns contained his\nexcitement. \"What are you-\"Aryi hissed. Lust claimed her, and all she could think of\nwas the bliss of release. Tongue replaced teeth, and soon she licked her mate\nwith the same passion as she thrust. Azaryl grabbed his erection between his paws\nand started circling his pointy tip. Both dragons growled and licked at each\nother, sharing their love and the acquired taste between their strokes. Aryi\ndelighted in the masculine fragrance of her mate, while the male was left\nwanting. He craved for something more, and soon he abandoned his cock in favor\nof a more exotic taste. Aryi allowed him to explore. A tail was all she needed, and\nher climax was quickly approaching. She pushed hard against the clumps of fur,\nstraining with surging pleasure. Azaryl could barely keep his tongue inside his\nmaw. He sniffed at tasted the air, desperate for Aryi's liquid lust. He licked\nbelow her belly, flicking his tongue along a flank. No matter how much he\ntried, he couldn't reach her lips.Aryi pulled back, preparing for a final thrust before the\ntail vanished. Her sex met the cold surface of the stone, forcing an annoyed\ngrowl out of her snarling maw. \"You moved.\"Azaryl's paws wrapped around her, pressing her belly tight\nagainst his. \"I know, and I'm sorry,\" he kissed around her flaring\nnostrils. \"I made a big mistake.\"Aryi looked into his sparkling eyes. He was just as aroused\nas she was, maybe more. Somehow, it seemed wrong to vent on her mate.\"It's not that big,\" she said, lowering her violet lips over\nthe snowy fangs. \"Not as big as you, obviously.\"\"But you seemed so eager and feisty. My lack of control\nstole away your pleasure.\"Aryi nipped under his jaw. \"Silly male. What kind of female\nmates tails?\"\"The one standing above me,\" he dashed three quick licks\nbetween her eyes.\"With a fertile male throbbing beneath her, yes,\" she bowed\nher head and licked at the tip protruding below his neck.Azaryl mewled softly, pressing his erection tighter between\nthem. \"I want to mate you,\" he pressed his muzzle against hers. \"Then fill you\nwith all that I have to offer.\" His tongue slithered between her fangs, tasting\nthe insides of her maw.Aryi shook her head and pushed him away.  \"We are not safe. That thing might still be\nafter us, and a frozen wasteland is no fitting place for a hatchling.\"\"We can fly to warmer climates before you lay,\" the male\ninsisted, becoming more desperate.\"No,\" Aryi grabbed his tongue.Azaryl slid it back, blinking. He stared at her for a few\nheartbeats, then unleashed a heavy sigh. \"I suppose you are right.\"\"I always am, my mate,\" Aryi rolled to her side. Her wing\nembraced Azaryl's erection briefly before it jutted between her feathers. He licked his tip again, then looked at her exposed sex. His\neagerness was as transparent as his erection. Aryi half expected him to pounce\nher before he bowed his head in defeat. \"It's unfair to tease me like this, then deny my release.\nStaying around a female in heat is more annoying than you might think.\"\"Did you see me earlier? I was mating your tail!\"\"And I was ready to spill inside my own muzzle before you\ninterrupted!\" Azaryl snarled back.The two dragons stared at each other, fangs bared. Aryi\nconceded this time. She nuzzled her mate, softening his rising irritation. \"Neither of us is right. This damnable heat does us both at\nthe same time.\"\"Then we should mate and eliminate this distraction. We\ncan't focus on the threat if we think about mounting all the time.\"\"Silly male,\" Aryi got up on her fours. \"When lust slithers\ninside your tailhole, the best option does not involve pushing it back.\"She slinked a paw under his cock and pushed it towards his\ntail. She felt him throb hard as the muscles shifted and adjusted to the\nmovement. Then, she propped herself above him, with one leg straddling either\nside of his neck. \"Instead of resisting, we can just allow pleasure to run its\ncourse, until it gushes in a stream of wet, heated delight.\"\"So can I mate you?\"\"No,\"  Aryi growled\nlustfully, cleaning the slime gathering on the edges of his slit.\" But you can\ntake me however you want with your tongue.\"That's exactly what he did. He pushed between her folds,\nsucking in the concentrated scent. Aryi's paws became weak, trembling on the\nfurs underneath. Her tail lifted instinctively, allowing unrestricted passage\nfor the hungry male. Azaryl hissed and growled, dabbing his tongue along her\nwalls. He rejoiced the taste of her flesh and delighted in the muscles\nconstricting around his wet nose. He purposefully pushed inside and remained\nthere for a few heartbeats, blowing in his heated air while the walls clamped\nand squelched, too weak to push him out. \"More.\" Aryi growled, lowering her head to see every detail.Azaryl licked his muzzle clean, then assaulted her sanctuary\nwith hungry slurps, driving that slimy tongue deep inside her sanctuary. It was\nrestless and hot, wriggling all over.Aryi sucked in a sharp breath, freezing with pleasure when\nAzaryl found her oversensitive clit. His tongue poked through her protective\nshaft, tingling and wrapping around the innermost part of her anatomy. She couldn't keep it in. Aryi clamped her jaw shut and\nwhipped her neck around, yowling her bursting pleasure. Her tail straightened\nbehind her trembling legs and her wings stretched far and wide, almost popping\nunder the strain. Her walls tensed hard, then erupted with liquid pleasure,\nflooding Azaryl's wicked tongue with fresh reserves of lubrication.He slurped hungrily, keeping inside throughout the flesh\ntensing spasms. Aryi struggled on her legs, too weakened to stand properly. Her\nwings flapped uselessly and her tail started thrashing under the intense\ndelight coursing through her. Clamping against each other, her muscles burned\nwith heated pleasure, trapping Azaryl's tongue inside. He still stimulated her\noversensitive clit, prolonging Aryi's climax long after its normal duration.She snarled and gasped for air. Breath returned in a rush,\nflooding her throat with more air than she could take. Aryi choked and wobbled,\nrubbing her wet sex against Azaryl's cleaning tongue.\"You gave in quick,\" he observed with a rumbling growl.\"We'll see how long you can last,\" Aryi growled back at him,\nspent from her premature orgasm. She didn't even wait for him to finish. In a heartbeat, she\nwas upon his cock, wrapping her muscular tongue around his tip. Azaryl flapped\nhis useless wings while his legs kicked feebly. He was close to his peak too,\nand Aryi knew it. She slid up and down, exploring the thickness of his lengthy\ncock with careful slides of her tongue. Her mate tensed hard, absorbing in the\nwarmth. He was most sensitive at the edges, and Aryi quickly went back to his pointy\ntip. She poked her tongue inside his hole, delighting in the masculine\nfragrance of his cock. She didn't know if the male's desperate whimpers, his\nweak thrusts, or the mewls leaving his throat were more arousing, so she took\nthem all in. Repeated licks around his head quickened his throbs, and a paw\npressed against his slit crumbled any attempt at resistance. Azaryl yowled and thrust hard into her paw, applying even\ngreater pressure at the base of his rock hard cock. \"Not long at all,\" Aryi unwrapped her tongue, giving his\ngirth a final lick before she leaped to the side. The male yowled, seconds away\nfrom unleashing his burden. Azaryl grabbed himself with his forepaws and burst,\nunleashing his essence all over himself. The liquid streams flew in an arc,\nsplashing hard on his pristine fur. Aryi kneaded the base with both paws,\nproviding copious amounts of stimulation to her roaring mate. The harder she\npressed, the harder he spurted. He took the jets on his head, across his chest,\nand even inside his maw. Azaryl closed his eyes, roaring blissfully while healthy\nstrings sneaked into his hungering maw. He swallowed quick, savoring each jet\nuntil they became too weak to reach him. He dropped on his back with a long, satisfied growl,\ntapering off on his seed coated chest. Aryi removed her paws and crouched towards his head,\nsniffing the pearlescent mess he made. \"You had quite a bit in you,\" she dashed\na quick lick along his oozing tip. The cock shied away from her touch, but its\ntaste persisted. Aryi played the fertile substance inside her maw, savoring its\nwatery consistency before swallowing. \"I never released so hard. That thing you did with your\npaws...\" Azaryl licked his muzzle dreamily.\"I had ample time to learn your weaknesses, my mate,\" Aryi\nnuzzled under his neck. She got a weak lick in response, and a wing hug. \"You'll get your feathers dirty, you oaf,\" she pointed out.\"I don't care,\" Azaryl said. He covered her with both wings,\npoking softly around an ear with the tip of his tongue. \"Thank you.\"\"Why are you thanking me?\" \"For subduing my fire. I was almost ready to pounce you.\"\"Maybe I would have liked that,\" the female replied, pushing\nunder his neck until she found a comfortable position.\"Really?\"\"Yes. You know I always win.\"\"Because I let you,\" Azaryl added.They rubbed snouts and shared a quick kiss, delighting in\nthe warm affection and the noticeable scent of dragon semen.\"Clean your mess now. I have something else prepared,\" Aryi\nsaid.\"Aren't you going to help?\" The male asked, somewhat\nhopeful.\"Maybe I will,\" Aryi said. \"Or maybe I will just stay and\nwatch.\"\"You are such a tease.\"\"That took a bit to register.\"\"Unlike your climax,\" Azaryl rumbled with amusement.Aryi said nothing in return. Her plans were going to put him\nthrough enough suffering. She graciously removed herself from the feathery confinement\nand watched her mate swipe the mess of his fur. The pearlescent fluid\nstubbornly clung to his fur, and he barely made any progress. Aryi got annoyed\nwith Azaryl's sluggish pace. She joined in, nipping his fur and scooping every\ntrace of seed with her agile tongue. She enjoyed the taste as much as any\ndragon, yet her mate always had a weakness for his own fluids. He commented on\nthe alacrity of her grooming, and she remained silent. She needed secrecy for\nher plan, and ideas.When they were done, Aryi sat on her furs. She splayed on\nher side, making sure her gender was completely and obviously exposed. \"You males have the advantage of squirting fluids, but you\nare missing something greater,\" she brought her tail between her legs and\ngently slid her tip along her gender.   Azaryl watched with slight fascination how her tail rubbed\naround and poked inside her twitching lips. \"I'm content with a single orgasm,\" Azaryl snorted, turning\nhis head away. He dragged his furs and smoothened them with a paw. \"Quality\nover quantity, my love,\" he sat down, meeting the tips of his forepaws with his\nlengthy tail.\"Are you positively convinced of that?\" Aryi asked. She\nlifted her wing, then a leg, inching her snout closer towards her pink ridge. \"Quite so. Nothing you do will ever change my mind.\"\"That is a bold statement,\" she closed her eyes and kissed\nher sex with her tongue. She heard the faintest of whimpers from Azaryl, followed by\na more steadfast growl. \"Not bolder than your plans. You teased me once. It\nwon't happen again.\"How easy he fell into her trap. Aryi said nothing, allowing\nher tongue and her widening gap to prove her point. She licked enticingly along\nher slit, widening her flesh until her shaft stood completely exposed. She tensed\nthat thrice, then swished her tail, sending the enticing scents straight into\nAzaryl's nostrils. \"This is unfair,\" he lowered his head on his forepaws. \"The fact that we are the superior gender? Yes, I can see\nhow infuriating that might be,\" she slid her tongue back inside. \"No, your teasing. I just...\" he took a deep breath, savoring\nher tangy aroma. \"You know my seed is spent, and you're doing this!\"She pulled out from her squelching flesh. \"Envious?\"\"No!\" Azaryl bared his fangs. \"Go ahead and show me your dry\norgasms. They won't impress me one bit.\"\"Impressing is not the point here.\"Azaryl chuffed and said nothing in return. He simply stared\nat her lips, undoubtedly thinking of the many ways to sink his tongue or his\ncock inside. Aryi yipped mischievously and resumed her treatment. She used a\npaw to rub the outer edges, applying pressure with her padded fingers every\ntime she went inside. Her clit was sensitive as ever, and a few reckless rubs\nsummoned her first orgasm. Aryi's fingers spread in the same manner as her\nwings as she roared her delight. Spasming and shuddering, her restless muscles\ncollapsed upon one another until her lips stood completely soaked with gooey\narousal.\"That was just one,\" she said between heavy breaths. \"Wait\nuntil you see the others.\"Azaryl ignored her instructions. It was only natural, when\nhe was nose deep into his own slit. He licked and pressed hard against the\nsquirming flesh, trying to bring forth an orgasm of his own. Short growls left\nhis maw, strained with effort. The poor male had no idea what he was doing, and\nAryi almost took pity on him.\"Azaryl.\"\"What?\" he looked at her. \"Do you think I can't even-\"\"Less paws, more tongue. And make sure you grip it tight.\"He dipped his head in acknowledgement and applied the new\ntechniques. Aryi pleasured herself in another orgasm, shrilling her bliss\nthroughout the whole cave. Azaryl abandoned his struggles and crawled towards\nher, inhaling the rich pheromones. \"I can't,\" he admitted, soothing his irritation with the\nsweet fragrance of her sex.Aryi licked his ear, allowing him to take everything he\nwanted. \"You can,\" she growled with longing and welcomed his restless tongue\ninside her. \"I'll show you once you give me another.\"\"Me?\" He looked at her with a cute wet muzzle.Aryi slapped him with her tail. \"Who else?\"He swallowed his argument and sunk back into her flesh. He\nwas rougher, going straight for the most sensitive parts of her anatomy. Aryi\nliked that kind of diversity. She always stimulated the entirety of her sex,\nwhile Azaryl went straight for her clit. He pushed and rubbed the sensitive\norgan until the heat became overwhelming. Aryi drew her head back and grabbed\nthe male with all her paws. She pulled him tight, unleashing her strident yowl\nas she peaked. Azaryl licked her kneading paws, massaged her wings and\nsoothed her tense jaws with terse swipes of his tongue. Aryi was grateful for\nthat. A few more licks around her clit and she would have passed out from the\ncombined strength of pleasure and fatigue. \"Thank you,\" she bathed him lovingly before slithering\nbetween his legs. \"Now let me reward you, just as you rewarded me.\"\"That was no contest,\" Azaryl drew back.\"Everything is a contest, my mate,\" Aryi tripped him. He\nfell on his side, slit fully exposed to her encroaching muzzle. \"Be still now. I need to find the proper muscles to do\nthis.\"\"I'm not a female.\"\"You certainly got wetter than one,\" Aryi pointed out with a\nwet, messy lick. Azaryl relaxed, holding all his paws in the air, wings on\neither side. \"What can your tongue even do? I licked myself more times than I\nremember.\"\"And you are sure you didn't miss anything?\" Aryi plunged\nher tongue inside his slit.\"Very,\" the male hissed. \"I know myself in and out.\"She snorted at that. The gust of air drove deep into the\nflesh, forcing a sudden thrust from Azaryl. Fortunately, Aryi was quite used to\nbe nose deep inside her mate. She licked along the length of his crevice,\nfeeling the hard muscles underneath. They were soft, just like hers, and\nequally restless. Azaryl clamped eagerly around her tongue, driving it towards\nhis sleeping cock. Aryi pushed her tip around it. She knew how sensitive that\npart of him was without blood to harden it, and the answer was immediate.\nAzaryl growled, surprised by the surging pleasure. \"Intense,\" he snapped his jaws, trying to make sense of this\nnew, erratic pleasure. Aryi quickened her rubs. She slid her tongue across the\nentirety of his walls, searching for a harder lump. The shudders made that\nsomewhat hard. Azaryl thoroughly enjoyed the massage, tensing harder with every\nstroke. Aryi swirled her tongue around, feeling across the walls until she\nfound her target. That's where she attacked. She shoved her muzzle hard into\nAzaryl's slit, forcing him to contract. Blood made muscles more receptive, and\nAzaryl's sensitivity peaked. She wriggled and pushed hard around his weak spot.\nThe male snarled harshly, enjoying that more than he had the right to. Aryi\nquickly shifted her tongue between his cock and weak spot, stimulating them\nbeyond the point of no return. With a harsh roar, Azaryl surrendered to the rushing bliss.\nHe clamped down hard against Aryi's tongue, pressing it tight with every clench\nof his saturated muscles. No seed leaked out of his cock, yet the raw throbs\ngave a powerful hint at the raw pleasure coursing underneath. Aryi melted\nalongside her mate, licking him until her tongue felt raw and her lips stung. \"I can't believe that,\" the male gulped a deep breath,\ncrashing his head on the ground. \"Can't believe how good it felt.\"\"Told you,\" Aryi cleaned her nose. She straddled her mate,\nthen dropped on top of him, stealing away the blissful warmth and his\ntantalizing scent. \"Don't be vain.\"\"I'm obvious,\" Aryi pointed.\"Right,\" her mate hugged her tighter. \"And next you are\ngoing to tell me how beautiful you look or how intuitive your mind is.\"\"Wrong,\" she laid her head comfortably on top of his. \"I am\njust going to tell you to be a good bed.\"\"No chance of-\"\"None.\"Azaryl sighed and accepted his role as a fluffy, comfortable\nbedding. He was always considerate, and Aryi rewarded him with a long lick\nalong the side of his muzzle and a few encouraging words. Males always had a\nneed for those for reasons only they knew.\"I love you too,\" Azaryl said lazily.\"That's not what I said!\"\"It's what I heard,\" he sealed the discussion with a paw\ndraped over her muzzle.Aryi sneaked in one of her own between the damp patch of fur\naround her sex. She rubbed herself just enough to get her pads wet, then\nsmeared the fertile fluids all over her mate's nostrils. The male snarled and licked with delight, looking at her\nlike he just spilled his seed in the wrong place. Aryi rolled on her back with\na wide smile spread along her muzzle. She poked her beloved mate with her\ntongue, then whispered several affectionate words inside his ear.This time, Azaryl dared not to disagree. He covered her\nunder the lengthy span of his wing, and she fell asleep to the smell of his warm,\nsoothing feathers.  ***Was it good? Bad? Tell me in the comments! I'd love to hear your opinions"}