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Weyr, sweet weyr. C'tin sighed a little bit as Natiath circled above the mountainous crater and saw the familiar opening to his own weyr. The weyr that he'd had since the day he had left the weyrling barracks, but today it seemed cold and empty as his green neatly back winged onto the ledge. Except T'rill won't be back for another week or more.

The weather was warm enough, certainly he could feel a faint trickle of sweat along the back of his neck, but it still felt cold when compared to the lush lands of Southern. He peeled off his flight jacket as his dragon furled her wings and turned one light whirling eye back at him. He couldn't maintain the slightly put off feeling when she looked at him. It was idly turning blue and green while he dismounted onto her proffered arm and slipped down to the ground. There was a breeze that tickled over him as he gave Natiath a gentle pat against the shoulder and moved into the interior with his green following close behind as he did so. She snorted playfully and lowered her head to head bump against his shoulder, shoving him forward several steps as her breath spilled out against him.

Why are you not happy? Did you not enjoy our sweep? It was very nice and took us near the ocean. She asked softly, the eyes turning faster with a few purple hues of concern. I thought you would like it there. With the dolphins.

"It's not that, love." He reached out and cupped along the underside of her muzzle, scrubbing his fingers back and forth lightly as he did so. "Not that sweep rides are meant to be enjoyable, but you know that time spent with you is always good."

But you are not happy. She repeated, this time as a statement, though she nestled in close against his hands while he moved one up to rub along her head knobs affectionately. We could swim?

"That's alright, you've already been water logged today!" He chuckled and gave her muzzle a hug, pulling her head against his chest. "I'm just missing T'rill is all, I thought when we returned things would be back to normal."

I miss Fanith. He says that they will come soon. She sounded a little hesitant on that last note, which wasn't that surprising considering that dragons didn't have the best time sense in the world.

"That they will, dear heart, but for now I want to get that harness off of you and oil it, I think you were still damp when I put it on." He stroked her velvety soft neck, the warmth radiating from her as she crooned soothingly to him.

He tossed his jacket onto a bench that he normally used to sit on to oil her harness before turning back to her. There was no sweeter beast in the world than a dragon, she was in tune with his heart and mind, even if she didn't always understand what he was saying and what was wrong, she could understand the emotions and make them seem trivial. He forced his shoulders to relax as he went back to the green and began to undo the buckles of her harness so he could relieve her of it. Unlike some of the more puckish dragons, she was always quit relaxed when he undid her harness, never rushing him or trying to convince him to go faster so she could take a swim. He suspected that she enjoyed flying nearly as much as he did, using whatever excuse she could come up with to get him in the air with her.

It didn't ease the faint unrest in his heart, not entirely, as he slid the smooth leather from her back. T'rill had been sent to another Weyr where they were flying wing light. It had all been decided among the Wingleaders and he had been one of the seconds chosen to go. He knew why Fanith and T'rill had been chosen, they had a decent amount of time in the air and knew how to lead youngsters, and when weyrlings were being sent to fight for the first time that was important. It also meant that his lover was being kept running from the time he rolled out of bed in the morning as he was given a wing full of wet behind the ears riders who wanted to prove themselves and had been made defacto Wingleader until things improved.

I should be proud for him, he's excited for the chance to prove himself, and he's good at what he does, I just wish he would spend time here. C'tin thought to himself as he pulled the saddle away and Natiath gave a shake to rid herself of the feeling of the leather. He said he would come often, but when he does, he's barely here an hour before he's off between.

That was the heart of his unrest, the fact that he had come back from Southern to an empty weyr and it had stayed that way. The moments he had with his lover were few and far between, and even then they were spent talking and trying to desperately catch up instead of being intimate with one another. He had tried to speak to his Weyrleader about being sent with his lover, but he had been refused quite neatly. They needed more large dragons there, browns and bronzes in particular, a small green would hardly help them and he was needed here to run the sweeps to cover the weyrlings that had been sent off to Bendan. It had been too long since they had had any time together, since his injury and recovery, and now this, half a turn had gone by and they were barely catching each other. It seemed like things would never improve.

Maybe we could visit them? Natiath offered as she settled onto her couch, scraping her belly against the well worn stone. It would only take a little time.

"He's busy, love, but if you truly want to see Fanith we might go." He answered and spread the harness over his lap, working oil into the stiff leather, stroking against it with smooth caresses of his fingers.

His dragon snorted and watched him with light whirling eyes as he began to attend to the leather, stroking it over his lap while he worked it up towards the buckles. The gentle movements soothing him as he did so, it was always soothing to be working on the harness and near his dragon. Things would go back to normal soon enough, he was just feeling frustrated because it seemed as if things were racking up against them. There was always when Natiath rose next. The thought made his cheeks flush with a hint of color, his mind automatically going to the last time she had gone into season. That left him with a whole new batch of emotions and sensations to work through.

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Natiath listened to her rider's thoughts and tried to puzzle through what they meant. They were all twisted around themselves, strangely making no sense to her as she rested her head on her forelegs and watched as he polished her harness. Normally he was very calm and quiet when he had to attend her harness, he liked the feel of it in his hands and sometimes he would even go very still so that he was barely thinking. She liked those times, he was happy, but he hadn't been feeling happy for quite some time. She didn't know why, she only knew that the emotions were always there and sometimes even woke her up with their intensity. He missed T'rill, but it was more complicated than her desire to be near Fanith.

Sometimes at night he would wake up and she could feel how he didn't like the way his bed felt, he always came to her at such times, bringing with him the bed furs that he would settle in against her side or between her forelegs. She liked those times, she could dimly remember when she had been very small and curled in bed beside him, how warm it had been to be held in his arms and how safe she had felt. She tried to make him feel the same way, and he always slept better afterwards, sometimes even sleeping well past when they were supposed to wake up. She didn't wake him, even if Valoth would tell her to, she wouldn't have stirred him.

Do you want to go swimming? She offered him again, trying to see what she could do to make him happy. The lake only has a few blues in it, we could even go deep to the middle so you can dive.

"No, I think maybe I'm going to go listen to the weyrling talks. They've got a new crop in from Search and I've heard a few of them are a bit worried." C'tin answered and lifted his head to offer her a slight smile. "There are a few boys from Crom that seem to be bullying the others."

I can come with you. She offered, extending her head towards him with a soft puff of breath when he began to coil her harness.

"You don't want to sun yourself?" He sounded surprised, and his thoughts paused in whatever longing it was currently on.

She did want to sun herself, but her rider was so twisted in knots that she found it hard to actually sleep well when he was out and about. Natiath tried to sift through what he was feeling, the emotions were complicated, but beneath it all was a bone deep longing that she could almost understand. She didn't think about all of the little thoughts that mixed together, even if she tried she was just confused, so she concentrated on the feeling of longing that she felt under the surface. It was different, but she could still understand that, he wanted his mate. He wanted him very badly, she could relate somewhat, she missed Fanith a great deal, but being near him was a comfort, there wasn't a heated need like she felt with her rider.

Humans went into season all the time, they were nothing like dragons. She loved being flown by her brown, but her rider didn't have to be in season, they were often touching one another and displaying affection together. Her eyes sped up rapidly as she thought about it, perhaps that was what was wrong. Humans didn't fly like dragons did, but they were always mating, he must have missed having T'rill around for that reason. When she was in season she couldn't feel anything but the need to fly and be caught, no wonder her rider was feeling so strange and off. She lifted her head as he hung up her harness, her whirling eyes focusing entirely on him. He needed to be flown, it was surely as simple as that.

Fanith, my rider misses his mate. She bespoke her mate with a tinge of longing in her voice, hoping that he might be able to help her. You should come home.

T'rill says we cannot. We are doing Games with the weyrlings, but he says for you to tell C'tin that we will be home soon. Fanith replied after several moments, his mind voice sounding regretful as she responded.

But it has been a long time. She protested, but her only response was Fanith's similar feelings, neither one wanted to be parted from the other.

"Alright, love, you go and sun yourself, I'll be back soon enough." The soft hand patted against the line of her nose while she fretted over him. It wasn't fair, he was tied up in knots and had been for so long.

She rubbed into his hand stroking up towards the bridge of his nose, her eyes closing as he scrubbed the sensitive ridges to make her hum in approval as her nose lightly pressed against his chest. As she was being stroked her nose nestled close, her mind sliding to when those clever little hands had done something else entirely for her. Her memory wasn't that good, it was hard for her to get specifics in the past, but she had one memory that was quite clear for her. She had been flown by her brown since then, several times, but her rider had been there for her when she had nearly gotten hurt trying to fly while injured. If he could do that for her, couldn't she try to do the same for him? Her eyes spun faster as she opened them and flicked out her long tongue, dragging against the chest with a gentle rasp that had him laughingly sucking in his stomach away from her.

You are proddy. She stated confidently while his fingers worked towards her head knobs, but they froze the moment she spoke.

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"What did you say?!" C'tin's cheeks suffused in a hot flush as his dragon peered down at him, her eyes whirling faster with excitement.

You are proddy, it is uncomfortable. Natiath responded implacably and suddenly her nose pushed him forward, sending him tumbling towards the bench as she rose up from her stone couch. You should not be let to remain this way.

"Natiath.." he let out an embarrassed laugh and reached out to rub his beast's nose lightly. "We don't get proddy, I am just lonely, it'll pass."

He was trying to maneuver his way around the large emerald green muzzle when her long tongue flicked out and rasped against him. It was quite warm, almost hot feeling with a slight texture to it as it trailed upwards along his upper arm and danced its way towards his shoulder. He gave a push right against the muzzle, struggling to get out from under her as she huffed and stepped forward with a slight noise that he was all too familiar with. Whenever she was feeling stubborn, or particularly strong, about something she would let out a soft chuff as if to say that she wasn't going to be dissuaded from sunning or swimming or coming from the air even though he wanted the opposite, only this time she didn't want to stop licking him and scraping with her tongue.

"NATIATH!" He put force into his mind and voice both, but her eyes whirled faster and got flecks of red and yellow along the edges, her breath sweet and strange all at once.

You helped me? Why can I not help you? She asked, and that alone made him stammer and the heat return to his cheeks, flushed red and deep.

"B-because that is different! I did it because you needed it, I am fine th-ANK you!" The last word came out in a high pitch as his dragon maneuvered her sharp teeth right along the front of his tunic and gave it an experimental pull.

He couldn't force her away, she was too large, he had to try and tickle his way past, his hands reaching for her eye ridges to attempt to distract the strange green. She hummed softly and her mind rolled over his own with interest as another pull began to yank and tear away the fabric of his shirt. He was drawn up with it, his other hand curling along the vibrant green muzzle as she twisted her head, but carefully. She used the same movements she did when ripping into a wherry, except this was daintier and more cautious as his shirt steadily was pulled from his chest when she lifted her head up high. He was drawn up onto tip toe, scrabbling against the fabric as it tugged it's way over his head and ruffled up his short hair as his beast snorted, pleased with herself as she held his half torn shirt in her muzzle.

He didn't get more than a chance to edge past her before her foot reached out and caught him with an excited trill, the sound she made more like a firelizard than a well grown dragon, but what lizard would get into mischief such as this?! She herded him back to the bench, ignoring his commands that she stop, that she go and lie down, that she do any number of things other than this but she seemed to be intent and ignored him. He wasn't used to his green ignoring him, she was normally happy and eager to please. His thoughts skipped over her own as her teeth lightly grazed his leg and suddenly he felt her catching against the fabric. Her eyes were a blur of color, swirling wildly as she pulled against them and made his rump slide off the edge of the bench before her paw reached up to try and pin him down in place. It wasn't hard, but it was enough that he could do little more than squirm as she stripped him.

"Listen to me! Will you just... HEY!" The last word was a yelp as his pants were yanked off with a smooth stroke and he heard her humming in pleasure.

You are unhappy, I will make you happy. She stated firmly, not listening to what he was saying, but whatever her odd mind had concocted for why he was unhappy. I cannot do what T'rill does with you to make you happy...

"Of course not! So give up this madness, why don't we go and see him, shall we?" He offered frantically as her paws moved to either side of the bench to cradle his body in her forelegs.

It was such an odd pose, but it allowed her to dip her head down to let out a hot little snuff against the inside of his loins, the warm breath trickling out in a ripple that had his body seizing up in shock as her soft muzzle traced down lower against him. Her tongue darted out, but she didn't lick the way she had earlier, she darted against his inner thighs lightly with just a bare touch that shocked and drew a sound from his throat. He moved his head to her forehead and gave a push, but her long tongue slithered higher up while the soft muzzle chased higher along his inner thighs. It was a shocking thing to feel, that warm caress and tickle that had him swallowing before the tongue flicked up high enough to push between his thighs in the most intimate way possible.

It was wrong, terribly wrong, even as she did he knew that he should have made her call for Fanith or even his wingleader, but when she touched it was oh so gently. Her large tongue dwarfed his body as it touched the underside of his soft orbs, flicking out with a wet little caress that was incredibly gentle. It was a light run upwards that had him tensing up and his fingers flexing down as the long slippery appendage began to run lightly along the upper curve of them. The stroke nearly fluttered against the tip of his flaccid shaft as she let out a warm breath against him and the tongue then danced all the way up and he felt the tongue tip curling ever so gently, a twist and curl that made his stomach bunch up and his entire body go stiff in shock. It felt surprisingly good, her tongue explored him gently, her eyes swirling with her excitement, occasionally flashing yellow with excitement as his shaft began to plumpen and grow heavier.

He opened his mouth, his tongue felt dry as his dragons tongue gave a slow twist that nearly worked it's way around him. It was too big, she was too big, but she tried and it only gave him another interesting sensation that had him arching his back and parting his legs open. Her muzzle was so soft against him as she nestled in and crooned at him, the sound vibrating along the large tongue and spilling downwards. The vibrations caressed him, the gentle press of it having his cock harden and swell. It was humiliating just how quickly he became hard, his body tense as he flexed his fingers against the head knobs and swallowed, gulping down a breath before groaning it out when the tongue pushed downwards towards his orbs again curiously. The twin tongue tips danced against him, fluttering and tickling playfully. The nostrils were twitching as his green relaxed when he stopped trying to squirm away from her attentions.

You are very different. She commented, she was smug she was able to get him to admit he needed her, even as C'tin gulped down another breath and hissed it out when her tongue slathered over him again.

She left a wet smear of saliva on him as his body betrayed him by growing harder and stiffer by the moment, the flesh thickening and resting up along the line of his belly. He shifted and squirmed against her while she crooned at him, her interest sharpening as she seemed to figure out that when her tongue went different places he made other noises that were far more pleasing to her. She shifted them down, the broad expanse of the tongue suddenly rolled itself right beneath the line of his balls and pushed upwards while her jaws spread open wider. To someone who wasn't a rider, seeing that large red mouth gaping open wide like that would have been impossibly terrifying, but he had no fear for his safety, only his pride as his dragon pushed her head forward and the bottom jaw pushed beneath his legs.

The caressing strokes of the tongue became firmer as she learned to roll her tongue upwards and suddenly pushed his cock tight to his stomach as her head lifted upwards and her neck muscles strained. He felt her teeth briefly pushed against his skin, but were moved away swiftly enough as she curled her lips up to keep them from scraping him. He didn't' know what she was doing until she tilted her head up and his body rose up from the bench, his legs sliding long either side of her cheek as she stroked right up and over the glans of his cock and he was partially thrown forward. She held him in her mouth, her upper jaws sliding along his stomach intimately as his entire lower body was wrapped in the heat as the slathering tongue worked along him and coated his shaft in glistening saliva. His own precum was spilling out as he shifted his hips and shuddered, his eyes squeezing shut. She lapped up the wetness, her great throat rippling and swallowing.

That he could feel, when she swallowed she squeezed gently around him while his cock and lower body was running right along the roof of her mouth. Even that texture was appealing, it was surreal that he began to grind against her, working against the tongue as she snatched his fevered thoughts in her own and seemed to understand what made him react. She used the swallowing movements to nearly suckle along his loins and lower body, his legs going tense as the bulge of her tongue base worked along the curve of his ass and he let out a hiss of pleasure and shuddered, his body tensing up. He worked his hips forward, a slow caress that pushed along her forked tongue that danced all the way up and then lapped along the line of his stomach.

He had the same struggle he had had before, but now it was compounded with a rush of heat that was running over him and need that had been pent up for far too long. It had been how long since he had last had his lover? Too long, far too long, and now he was feeling another caressing him, the thick deft tongue pushing around him as his dragon rumbled around him. He felt the vibrations, they tickled and teased deep inside of him as he sucked in a breath and gasped it out when her tongue slipped down along the underside of his balls and rolled them back and forth, his body going tense before giving a buck forward. It felt good, so hot, almost too hot, but it just added to the pleasure as she teased him, her breathing coming out warmly as the tongue pushed up harder and he ran right around his glans so he let out a high pitched call.

His ears were beating in time with his heart, throbbing and burning as his dragon moved, Natiath was dropping down onto her couch he thought, but his attention was lost when her head lowered and slipped him free from her jaws and onto her paws as the tongue worked to try and wrap around his pulsing shaft. The very tip was slender enough, the forked tongue worked and twisted the two tips around his shaft, easily covering him as he cried out and curled his legs along the dragon's neck. He felt her thrumming her approval, her mind was in the back of his own, enjoying his pleasure as she worked her tongue upwards in a stroking push. It was enough his back bowed upwards and his lips parted in a moan, he bucked into her, grinding and pushing the line of his stiff shaft against the incredible power of the tongue.

She used the base to tease his orbs, seemingly fascinated by the low hanging testicles, her warmth shifting them and pushing them close to his body as his stomach muscles began to bunch up and grow tense. He knew it was building, the pleasure of it making it hard to breathe as his eyes squeezed shut and he struggled to stop himself. It was a losing battle, especially when the deft tongue worked downwards and he felt her rumbling above him. The vibration trailed down his body and over his spine, his eyes squeezed shut and he simply tensed in utter pleasure as his balls pulled up tighter to the body and contracted and his cry escaped his throat. He tried to keep it soft as his shaft began to pulse along the glistening length of oral appendage rubbing him, the rapid twitches soon spilling out a rush of his seed onto her lapping tongue.

Natiath let out a noise as the wet semen coated her tongue tip, but it didn't stop her from working upwards towards the source and experimenting with the flavor with little darts here and there. He was swallowing back another noise as she milked along his so sensitive cock tip, teasing him, making it hard for him to think or even do more than arch and squirm in place. He milked him, the wetness spilling down along the shaft tip and being scooped up again as he painted the tip of her tongue a creamy white before it slithered away. Her breathing was warm and sweet against him as she snapped her jaws closed above him and swallowed, her whirling eyes still flashing with her wild emotions as he panted and went still beneath her, trembling in place as he felt her legs cradling him in a warm soft bed. He couldn't get his lips to work quite right, he could do nothing except stare at the strange green watching him.

C'tin licked his lips and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. He had always thought that Natiath was special, unique, especially compared to all the greens that filled the Weyr, but for the first them he understood just how odd and special she was. He wanted to feel ashamed and upset, but his body was loose and relaxed, the draconic saliva was clinging to his legs and skin and feeling cool against his heated body. It was a contrast as he just let himself relax into the sensations of his tense body going limp as his dragon slid her head beside him, her warm muzzle resting against his side with velvety softness.

You are feeling better now. She stated confidently and flicked her tongue out to touch his shoulder. I knew I could make you feel better, when you are proddy you need to be caught.

He opened one eye to look at his beloved green who was regarding him with fond affection in her whirling eyes. Proddy indeed...