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It took him much longer to hunt. And it is getting worse every single day; Jikera thought and decided to follow him in secret this time. She flew intentionally high and landed atop a mountain's peak, eyeing for him. Thanks to her keen sight, she can even see the ground through the leaves of the forests that surround these massive mountains.

She is a golden dragon, her scales glaze like glittering medallions in the sun, which makes her especially attractive to the males. Her horns are slightly twisted, of ivory color and well-tended to, neither a dent or scratch upon them. She seemed to be a bit nervous - it was that time of season again in which she got into heat, yet her mate either failed to notice or decided it was not yet the time for hatchlings, or perhaps he was too tired for lusty moments. Which is strange for most males as any other male would jump at her the very moment they could perceive that scent.

Seeking the horizon after him, by name, Istaryen, she finally found him. At his return, she would definitely ask him and if need be force him as she didn't want to wait any longer or waste any more fertile seasons. He was at a clearing, his azure blue scale color would make it very difficult to spot him in the sky but easy enough to see from above, unless he happened to be at a lake on a cloudless day. His horns were of an ebony color, similar to obsidian; his claws sharing the same coloration as well.

She knew they were not the only mountain-dwellers in this region. It was a mountain range that would allow a dozen, if not a hundred, dragons to dwell there without causing territorial conflicts. This region was, thanks to the thick forest surrounding this mountain range, rich in various species of game as well.

Looking closer as she stretched her neck she frowned as she saw another dragon - very likely a female judging by the coloration of a bright orange, similar to her gold - with him. While her eyes can out every detail of the both of them, her ears do not allow her to listen to the conversation her mate seems to be having with that female.

She could observe them examining and sniffing at each other as he would look below that female's legs. It possibly even looked to her like he planned adultery or had left her in favor of another female, as if he would almost have jumped at the female right then and there from the looks of how he sniffed at her tail. Jikera was about to snarl at the sight of it, but narrowed her eyes when he took a few steps back, as if he had have noticed being observed.

So that is how it is... she thought, no more excuses like exhausted game! She spat an angry flame into the sky, yet decided not to intervene. She had something more sinister in mind, something that would impress upon him much more the aspect of responsibility.

Jikera returned to the cave and prepared a spell. She was well specialized, if not a true master, of the school of alterations, able to change her own body, her very identity, and even that of others. Besides her specialty regarding the school of alteration, there was also something else about her she hid well, even to her own mate. She grinned at the thought as she readied herself to prepare and memorize each step of the spell carefully.

She looked around and behind her, taking extra precaution to ensure her isolation, and took up the chain of a long necklace with a gemstone pendant. Holding the gemstone firm, she spoke the arcane words silently and softly which formed and elaborated her will and intention and finally sealed the spell to not take place immediately, but wait inside the gem until she would give it a clear trigger to whom to affect, and when.

Leering menacingly as she set the necklace aside, she then proceeded to clean herself and take a bath in the chilled pool she filled with water from molten ice. This water felt especially cold and would freeze a human, but she preferred the frigid water as it promoted fortitude, especially in wintry conditions like the area she and her mate live in. She also wanted to look as enticing as possible for the return of her mate from 'hunting'. Using her tongue and the water, it was easy for her to rid herself of dust and earth between the scales.

It took a while until she heard steps near the entrance of the cave. She emerged from the water to look whether it would be her mate or an intruder. Sniffing towards the mouth of the cave, she could sense that it was her mate approaching. Not yet within his range of vision, she sighed with relief as she didn't smell the scent of mating upon him and decided to wear the pendant. Did he really notice I was observing him? She thought before approaching him: "How was your hunting, dear? Was it still difficult or did you have to roam far again?"

Istaryen brought the carcass of a stag to her, which he laid down before her, and nodded: "I flew far to bring it to you." She was about to frown but kept her emotions in check, knowing that he lied to her. Then he sniffed at her and smiled, although without so much as a hint of affection: "But there are more 'important' matters to tend to when you've finished eating. Something I waited long for and we should go about soon."

He sauntered inside the cave and observed her while she began eating, making sure that no one disturbed her, neither dragon nor slayer. She noted that he eyed her with a lust-stricken expression rather than one of love but she did not remark on that seeing as he would get his punishment soon enough, and concentrated on eating; she would need every bit of strength soon. Mating can be a difficult endeavor and an exhausting one as well.

She took her time eating until only the bones were left which she cast down the ledge. If she would need bones for her spell, she would have procured them herself; then she stood up and stretched her wings, speaking to her mate still behind her: "What important matters were you speaking of or thinking about?" she grinned and peeked shortly at the gemstone of her necklace she is wearing then back to him.

He responded in a rather kinky tone: "Matters we should take to the skies. I bet you waited long for this if that wonderful scent is any sign, unless you'd prefer we wait another season, that is?" She licked her teeth and twitched with her tail tip, feigning playfulness while tilting her head: "Wasn't there the issue of shortage of game? How would you nourish your hatchlings if it remains difficult to hunt even for us? And why didn't you ask me about this sooner? You've passed up a healthy clutch worth of seasons before now." she intentionally chose these words to test him, to test whether he would seek another excuse.

He looked at her like he was caught scale-less in the cold and seemed to ponder for a good response: "I will see to it when the time comes. Don't worry about it; at the least we shall seek a new hoard where our little ones will thrive. Also, your scent wasn't as intense as before and I wished to wait until its most fervent cycle."

Jikera mentally sighed. What a tool... more excuses, she thought, but she smiled in return as she didn't want him to become aware of the true purpose of those questions: "Then we shall take it to the sky." She grinned toothily then jumped using all her might from the entrance of the cave to the sky, concentrating her power in her wing muscles to get as high as possible; Instincts older than existence itself driving her to test the prowess and virility of any male worthy to challenge her.

Istaryen was astounded at the grace with which her body flew when she took to the sky. He quickly leapt to follow her with a perverse grin twisting his muzzle as he peered beneath her tail, a hefty bulge slowly forming between his hind-legs, lust creeping in slowly.

Jikera flew higher and higher without looking back, knowing that her mate is trailing her close behind and far from growing weary. She felt on her lungs that air steadily grew thinner and thinner, yet they hadn't so much as touched the clouds yet. Stretching her claws, she breathed in more air and climbed several tail-lengths of height as her mate closed in.

Finally Istaryen reached her and climbed for even more height to fly above her. He then stretched his wings as far as he could; using only his tail to propel speed and direction as he slowly glided over his female. She noticed his approach but did not reject it, even if it was only half-hearted. He latched on her waist with his front claws, forcefully beating his wings to keep the height and the mate close.

Jikera knew he would attempt the act that early; this was as half-assed as his excuses were. It was clear to her that he would want to mate with her but not really love her. Now being held firm, the male would have to take control of their flight direction and altitude, leaving her free to spread her wings and stretch her legs for him to easily envelope her.

Seeing clearly the readiness of his mate, he pressed his belly to her scales and aligned his tail with hers, rubbing each other's undersides for arousal and to find the warmth of her heat-laden vent. It took him a few humps against her to coax his thick, wet shaft outside to slide between them, as it wouldn't normally extrude during flight so as to not expose it to the harsh elements. The length is adorned with little fleshy barbs at the spade-like tip which help, once inside, keep it locked in while tickling the female's every delicate nerve, whether slit or cloaca, within the channel. Smaller bumps, thickening in a checkerboard-like order down its length, help to massage and widen the hole he would plunge the shaft in.

Jikera couldn't help but moan at his ministrations when he lodged in the tip into her slit and licked over her neck scales. At least in the act of mating he seems good enough. She thought while loosening her grip around his tail to let it curl downwards as he had already found the right hole. She grew even more wet and narrow as her blood circulation intensified, the lips of her slit already wet and welcoming the hardened, barbed shaft which Istaryen gradually drove deeper, taking it slowly to test her depths and not ruin her heat-fueled folds.

It was not her first time as she had tested multiple males within the mountain areas outside her fertile seasons to find the strongest among all the males to ensure well-grown, healthy hatchlings. She decided for Istaryen back then as he proved to be both enduring and strong when she tested him. She hadn't known of his tendency to desire multiple females at the same time.

Istaryen flapped harder to keep the height and bit into her neck to fixate her while driving his massive maleness deeper inside her slit, making sure that she became wet enough as his tip hardened and forced more of her to open around the invading girth.

Indeed it was such a good feeling that Jikera tried to push herself back against his belly scales firmly. She curled her tail to a loop, knowing that Istaryen won't let her fall now and tickled his tail-vent with her tail-tip, to provoke and stimulate him.

He looked below in startled confusion as he loosened his grip around her neck, then grinned and licked again over her horns before biting over her neck again. This time he chose a harder pace as he drove the length in full force, compelling Jikera to take a vice-like grip with her folds to prevent her channel from getting wounded by the rough treatment. The rocking rhythm shook her concentration and she almost forgot the spell still stored inside the gemstone.

She spoke the arcane words as slowly as she could and as silently as well, while trying to thrust the tail-tip inside her mate's tail-vent. He did instinctively resist at first; then finally embraced the intrusive feeling, not knowing what she is doing to him as he was lost in the throes of lust and would likely not even notice her speaking.

While they were mating, they instinctively took a gliding pace, slowly losing height, but staying upright so they cannot crash and if it was too dangerous to glide still, they would interrupt the mating and try at a higher altitude again, a test of trust towards each other, bravery and power.

Jikera moaned more loudly as Istaryen took her with even greater force; she near lost focus again, but the spell started to work out its effects as she wormed her tail-tip more easily inside the taut ring.

She growled louder as Istaryen battered against her cervix, slowly prying it open and wetting it with his pre-cum. Istaryen bit more firmly in her neck; feeling himself closing in as the base of his shaft started to swell. The tail of his mate thrusting up his tail-hole seemed to cause a tingling feeling which intensified and further amplified his own lust.

She growled once more and spread her wings even farther as the male finally penetrated her womb with his hard shaft after a particularly brutal and powerful stab. A few hard thrusts and wing-beats more and she could as well feel how he forced the swelling base inside her; firmly knotting them together. The rush of seed followed as Istaryen roared harshly and loosened it through her depths made certain that she would now bear his clutch.

He sighed, exhausted after this difficult kind of mating in the air and clutched himself firmly around her as he passed out. She then quickly rolled and glided down carefully with him over her back, straining with the effort to keep them from crashing against the cliff-rich mountains below. She had yet another purpose for him, but she would do what she planned on the ground to prevent any escape.

Jikera snarled silently as he was as heavy as he was strong. She held him over her shoulders, between her wings and carefully controlled the direction she flew towards in a spiraling fashion with her tail and her hind-legs, making sure to not go down head-first.

She didn't manage to target the cave for a safe landing, but the very same clearing she could observe Istaryen courting another female in. What an irony... she thought but this will be a very good place indeed for the punishment.

She waited with him on her back until the knot would loosen, which took about an hour, determining the time from how she observed the sun moving, but then she carefully slid him off her, stopping every time he seemed to snort. He still slept like a rock, almost nothing but his belly moving with him breathing and breathing out.

Jikera moved around him as he laid on his fours and carefully raised his tail, stopping immediately when he snorted loudly. She grinned as she sniffed at his - or rather hir - cloaca. The spell she has woven made him of both genders. While shi doesn't have the scent of heat and her own scent ceased to smell of heat, that scent of female flesh close to her aroused her. Yes, he is ready for punishment.

She grinned and sniffed some more. While not a lesbian, the information she could get from the scent is still vital for her own body as something within her shifted. She kept this secret, among her rather exceptional abilities at spell-casting, hidden from both males and females as those would then rather avoid her than wanting her. She slightly raised her mate's body and carefully mounted him with a hind-paw lifted to his backside.

He groaned but seemed still asleep, which was good for Jikera still, as she was rubbing her slit over his changed cloaca in her stance of arousal, coaxing out her own member, similar to a male's penis, but hollow and slightly larger. She pressed the tip against the now slickening entrance, lubricating it even more with her own wetness as the member, thickening and expanding the cloaca, slowly grew inside the channel. Her member was a tight, slimy, fit, and biologically adapted to prevent any out-slipping.

She noticed that he instinctively started to get aroused as well as his own member gradually started to poke out of his slit again. Then he slowly awoke and snarled as he felt someone on his back.

She grinned and licked over his neck: "Surprised? I have to teach you something about responsibility. You'll soon feel why I do this to you." He started to wiggle around as he felt something unnatural about him: "Jikera!?" he looked back and tried to wiggle free, but only causing her to bite harder into his neck as he clenched tight around the swelling length.

She dug her claws into his waist then loosened the bite to speak: "Resist more and you'll only make it worse. You wanted to mate me for the sake of mating, not for love; I have seen how you looked towards another female rather than me. So I'll do the same to you." Istaryen protested further by a snarl then a loud growl but remained silent when he felt her teeth sinking in his neck again.

Jikera took her time, making sure the newly-formed cloaca was well lubricated as she spread him wide around her girth. She could smell his fear and savored that feeling. This was not her first time. She had several seasons in which she would 'ask' other females for assistance. After the length fully settled in, she started to buck against him, rubbing her smooth and slimy shaft against the very young, yet elastic walls of the magically formed channel.

It was barely afternoon, yet it felt like one more day or even a year to pass to get used to the feeling. Istaryen whimpered at the feeling, yet couldn't resist as his own member grew some more and dripped pre-cum to the grass below. He obeyed and raised his back and tail for her to ease access and bucked forward with his bare member in the same rhythm.

Jikera growled lustfully; she hadn't done that for a long time. She humped against him with more force, feeling that she pried her strange member closer to his new and waiting womb. She curled her tail around his, making sure that he wouldn't escape his punishment.

He snarled, not used to being taken that way. Sure there was the occasional territorial or breeding dispute in which two males coveted the same female or the same region. He had a few conflicts in which he would, to make clear his point, mount a weaker male, yet he never got mounted by a male or even an hermaphrodite or even worse...

Jikera growled loudly as she finally sank the barbed tip deep into the womb; such an intense feeling which caused Istaryen to climax a clear sticky fluid all over the tall grass of the clearing involuntarily. Her own member thickened and she filled the womb with some slimy goo, yet that wasn't what she wanted to drive in deep.

The slime worked like an adhesive which was now deep inside the womb and smeared around the channel. Jikera bucked some more against his scaly ass and now she felt it - a round orb-like shape being pressed through the member, one of many she would drive into him. She held him still, her slight rubbing and expanding against his walls causing him to grip the member firmer, massaging it and helping her deposit the egg deep into him, his own member continuing to leak a pulsing stream into the growing pool at his feet.

Istaryen whimpered as he felt it prying his folds apart, getting filled as his own body shivered in revulsion. He wanted to wiggle free but held still, fearing strong retaliation from her. It was only the first which now had finally settled in when he started feeling the next being deposited into him.

She loosened the bite around his neck, knowing her own body would hold him to the very last egg. "It's actually a strange incident being mother and father at the same time, yet I only give to you what you sired. I'll leave the choice up to you: Stay with me and raise your young with me or leave me and nourish what you sired without me."

Istaryen gulped and felt regret, he wouldn't even try to commit adultery to her anymore, seeing her offer as a last chance as he felt more eggs being put into him: "I will stay with you and only you. I'll learn my lesson of responsibility." He instinctively hoped there would be a way to expel the eggs early as he was born as a male, not a female.

She laid twelve eggs into him in total, finally drawing out the still slime leaking member out of him to smear along his backside. She spoke to him softly having guessed what he thought: "There won't be escape from the punishment though; it will twitch for a while but the slime will harden and force your body to accept the eggs as well as prevent any male from harming them early, as they are vulnerable when laid early."

Istaryen sighed and closed his eyes, yet remained silent below her, accepting his mistakes and his new role.