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She could feel with her whole being that he was slowly, gently, making a move on her, and she marveled how sensual he was; the very opposite of how her persistent draconic suitors had treated her.

Alric's hands worked up and down the dragon's belly feverishly at first, then more gently, as if he had sated some immediate thirst; when this urge was sated, his grip loosened a little, the feverish movements slowed down and his hands took their time exploring her soft, shiny flesh.

He had pet her, massaged her, hugged her a countless number of times before, but it had never been deliberately erotic, and now not only was it openly sensual, even, as if he were asserting a clam on her. But even further more exciting and enticing, it was on her desire that he acted, not merely on his own lust. He experienced her smooth scales in a whole new way, her powerful body was revealed in new light, like an unraveled, previously hidden dimension of beauty overwhelmed the senses. It was the missing piece of her - the sensual, the sexual, the welcoming body, the mutual desire, that part of her he had never perceived, never consciously allowed himself to perceive.

He pressed his hands until he could feel her ribcage, the pulsing blood vessels, then the subtle, ongoing, involuntary movement of her bowels, the twitches in her wings. He begun to notice subtle changes in her scent, in her temperature, the posture of her body, the gleam in her eyes, but most of all, her breathing; it became irregular and deeper, producing a vibration he could feel but could not hear.

He explored, enjoying her scent as it it were a hand that guided him, a mixture of warmth, smoothness and sweetness, that burrowed in his olfactory sense until he had to pause to collect his mind. Thoughts had scattered in all directions, leaving nothing but this experience, and the feeling of her underneath him.

He was grasping, pressing flesh sensually, unapologetically, bringing shivers of excitement to both of them; she gasped and twitched under his touch, relishing these moments of sensual exploration and delightful lust free of shame. With his passionate erotic massage, he slowly brought the dragoness to a previously unknown levels of pulsing, wave like pleasure , like the afterglow of a climax distributed evenly throughout her body and limbs; It filled her abdomen with a wave of expanding, amorphous warmth, before overflowing to her chests.

She was now grateful Alric was not a male drake, for had a male dragon brought her such pleasure and so patiently, she would have become so receptive, pregnancy would be almost certain. The dragoness did not feel ready for motherhood yet, and secretly rejoiced that she could have a partner who required no protection and possessed no fertility that could be of danger to her plans. Then again, she had only found in her exhaustive research two dragons who have mated with humans, and they and the humans in question were both male, so there were no guarantees. But conception was at the very least highly unlikely.

She shook with pleasure unintentionally, and Alric nearly slid down from her abdomen and onto the floor.

"Should I...be more gentle?" he panted, sweaty, smiling and elated.

"No, silly....Give me everything you've got. Everything you can think" she insisted, and sprawled herself on her bed, relieving the tension in her back by stretching. It was amazing how much the intent of a touch mattered for its effects, she thought; just knowing that his hands now meant business, what would otherwise have been just an unusually good massage turned into a full blown erotic experience.

Alric dived back into her receptive flesh, intent to sate his curiosity and make this late afternoon into a unique, ecstatic series of experimentation. He now regretted not reading those pervy books that spawned tails of humans and dragons, amongst other unusual erotic material; maybe he would have learned some practical advice.

Reya's body language was, she noticed, receptive to the extreme now; she had to tone it down or...or what? She would appear submissive? She need not worry about that with her best friend - he was not a dragon and would not attempt to establish dominance, he would do...exactly what she guided him to do. All her mates so far had been dragons, the vast majority of them male, and they were about as subtle as a raging volcano, quick to take advantage of openness, though, she had to admit, always to great mutual pleasure. But with them there was always a line she had to be careful not to cross, and there was no such line with Alric.

None of the drakes had ever taken the time to explore her like Alric did; they merely operated by scent, and a sense of the quality of her flights. Alric was content with just the closeness of her body, the warmth of her flesh; she knew he would even stop, as ridiculous as that notion was to a dragon if she asked him to. And he would still love her forever, no matter what. That made her happy and secure; not even the limitations of their bodies could hold them back, now that their minds, their emotions had merged in this warm storm of pleasure.

This filled her heart, of all places, with such warmth, it felt like a flame, hotter than any flame she could work in her muzzle, yet as gentle as silk. Alric was different. He did not, or at least, had not, until she explicitly wanted it, looked at her in a sexual way; he loved Reya, had loved her for more than a decade, through all the good and the bad, he had taken punishments for her and learned a new language, he had told her all his secrets and knew her own; and even though he knew all of her secrets , he still admired her so greatly it shone on his face whenever he looked at her; he cared more deeply about her than he did about himself. He had ridden her, and yet never made her feel beneath him; he was a royalty and yet made her feel royal, just by admiring her.

This was really something. She would have to be a fool to ignore it. And a fool she was not.

"I'll tell you a secret" he whispered to her through moist lips; he had been kissing her body, but the kisses were so gentle, she could not feel them through her scales. She much preferred the strong, massaging motions of his hands and told him so. The massage resumed with a renewed vigor.

She was certain she knew this secret; it could be said that it was of her own making: he desired her now. He needed this to happen; now that it was a need, it would never go away. It could fade, with neglect of course, but she never would neglect it. She would keep this fire inside him and steer it, and enjoy it's plentiful fruits. He had craved her unconsciously for the first time month ago, she had felt, and had probably chided himself over it. He had denied it. Fought it. And had now given up all hope of suppressing the feeling.

She enjoyed this torment a little ,as it seemed uniquely romantic to her; "because, above all, he only fought this wonderful feeling of attraction for me, this feeling I wanted him to have, because he was afraid I would feel hurt, or betrayed. Such care... is a human thing; maybe the best human thing; it is something no dragon would do for me. Maybe no dragon even can"

It did not matter whether the act itself would happen tonight - the intimacy was there, it had reached its invisible threshold, and would never leave. Subtly, quietly, the two of them had wondered off into romance, like a boat carried by invisible, but powerful winds.

"Alric" she said, in the chill afternoon air that seemed to have become as dense as maple syrup with a pleasant, palpable vibration, as all tension had disappeared between the two lovers "I want you to know I will love you always, no matter what; don't be afraid that you can do something wrong, because nothing you do, no mistake in the world will ever change the way I feel. You are the best friend I have."

"You're my best friend, too" he said, and even though he had said it almost every day for more than a decade, at least a thousand times before, now these words carried true power, a weight that felt final, magical, like the moment just before an initiation that changes your life forever.

"Nothing can change our love, Alric; no feeling, no emotion, no memory or thought could ever hurt us."

As if released from a spell, Alric opened his eyes, a new clarity of intent replacing the chorus of fighting, passionate thoughts that argued what he should do next. He no longer hesitated - their friendship would survive the pleasure ahead. And even if it was a disaster...even if they failed to give each other pleasure, that would change nothing. They would simply try again, until they got it right. Any failure would simply turn into a story they would laugh at years from now, all wiser and more experienced; or they would look back at this first passionate tearing of the fruit of their newfound love and marvel at how everything was perfect, even though nothing ever really is.