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Natiath shifted back and forth on the sands, her eyes whirling with flashes of red and orange as she sat with part of her body still in the ocean and the rest of her stretched out where she was drawing in the sunlight. She was flush with warmth and energy, it was only patience that kept her from leaping up in the air and stirring her rider awake, instead she remained with her head tilted down and resting on her forelegs as her breathing sped up and watched him sleeping beneath the sun. By all rights she should have been stirring him, her turbulent emotions normally woke him up with little effort as he reclined in the sands, but this time he remained stretched out and sleeping peacefully. He was quiet and still, as if nothing at all was happening, which was how she tried to keep it as she tilted her head back and lidded her eyes all the way shut.

She had gone through many cycles in her time, she was familiar with them and had always welcomed them. They were enjoyable, the mating heat that chased her into the air, especially when the rutting males gathered and snarled at one another for the chance to fly her. She had even had quite a few bronzes on her tail in her time, and it always pleased her that they chose to try and capture her, though she preferred Fanith over even the bronzes. They always seemed as if they were conferring an honor on her in chasing her, often quite smug and boastful, both traits that she couldn't stand. The last bronze to catch her had even tried to secure his hold on her with her next flight and she had been forced to dodge quite fast to keep him from twining necks with her.

Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to be a queen, the thoughts rare and very quickly forgotten the moment they roused. The life of a queen seemed very dull indeed. They didn't fight Thread the way she did, they were all the way near the ground and only caught little clumps. She didn't know how they bore just flying back and forth, while she was dodging in and out with the blues and greens through the higher wings. She was swifter and smaller, which meant she was very good at flaming down the Thread. Why, queens couldn't even flame! They were very wise and smart, she supposed, but she didn't see why that would be any more interesting than chasing Thread and they had to spend weeks upon weeks tending eggs. She would never have that problem.

Her stomach rippled and she shifted again, her hind paws pushing into the water as her idle thoughts were disrupted with the warmth that was rising in her. Her skin felt swollen and tight over her body, it was pulsing and glowing as she cast her eyes up at the sky. She wanted to broadcast her readiness, certainly she was leaking through her attempts to stop, but there were no males nearby to pick up her signals, or at least she hoped there weren't any males running around waiting to hear her need. She had convinced K'tin to come to his beach very carefully, wanting to flee the Weyr and the knowing eyes that had chased after her.

Natiath snorted and shifted again, her tail stirring stands behind her before she stood up and felt her body nearly shaking with energy. Her thoughts were sparking with need, familiar and wild as they rose into the back of her mind as she drew in a breath and let it out again. Her vent was growing swollen and heavy feeling, the lips flush with her estrus and glistening with more than simply the water. She didn't want Fanith this time. She had no intention of calling the brown, her attention fixated on her sleeping rider and she flicked her wings a bit more nervously as she crooned down towards him. Her last heat was still fresh in her mind, how he had soothed her, those clever soft hands had been so eager on her body she had never known she could feel as good as he had made here feel!

K'tin? She sent and her need poured through the single word as her rider shifted on the sands, her eyes spinning faster at the movement.

I wonder how he fits with a woman? He is very strangely shaped and there does not seem to be much. She considered, seeing his body already responding in his dreams to her thoughts, but it was a brief thought when her need began to make her lower body ripple and contract. Her need was growing.

She leaned over him, her long tongue flicking out to touch his bare stomach. He had fallen asleep naked, as was his habit after a long swim and bathing her, leaving his bare hide to be stroked with her tongue tip so that she could rub outwards with a slow powerful curl that pushed along the line of his belly and down towards the dimple of his navel. She crooned softly to herself as she pushed her tongue down along the line of his belly, feeling him squirm and shift under her, his mind starting to have flares of need to match her own as he picked up her heat.

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The sea shore was quiet and warm, the sun beat down on K'tin and should have kept him lured in quiet sleep, but his sleep was punctuated with a feeling of need and half-filled passionate dreams that were filling his senses. He was dreaming of his lover, T'rill's warm body sliding against him as the hands cupped down along his lower belly and the warm nude body pressed against him. They were sliding against one another, nude forms clutching as he felt the heat of a tongue on his lips and parted his mouth as if to kiss. He had spent the night before Fall enjoying his lover vigorously, and the memories of that time were roiling together wildly, mixing in with his dream with delightful heat that had him groaning out softly as the touch of a wet hand moved down his body and had him arching up. The fingers swirled and suddenly curled around him. It was the feel of it curling around him that brought him gasping awake, jerking upwards with a cry.

His eyes snapped open to a green head looming above him as his dragon's tongue lavished a powerful caress right along his erect cock and made him shudder in place. The moment his eyes opened he felt himself being rolled under a wave of raw need and lust that was emanating from the green, the waves of it hitting against his mind and making it hard to think enough to protest. He knew this feeling, the way his body was running hot and his heart was bounding in his mind as his dragon was thrumming, her eyes whirling in violent oranges and reds of mating lust, but she wasn't acting right. She should have been leaping up to the sky, hearing the sound of another male bugling for her as they swept themselves up into the sky, but she wasn't.

"Natiath!" He panted out and tried to clear his mind, her tongue suddenly slid up along his stomach in a warm rolling push that danced back and forth.

Her mind was a tumble of high emotions, places that he didn't have words for, but he felt roiling deep in his chest. It was a familiar sensation, the need that swarmed over him until he was on the fringes of feeling her body as his own. He felt the way his hide was swollen and hot feeling, where it was drawn tight along the line of his chest and down his body. His loins were warm and swollen feeling, his body tingling in places that he didn't possess, places that were demanding his attention and wanting to be eased. His body was shaking slightly, chest tightening as his breath came in a swift intake. The long tongue ran downwards, her mind baffled still by his shape, but keen to explore as he scrambled backwards. His cheeks reddened slightly as he pushed at her head, making his green lift her head with her wildly swirling eyes regarding him. He could see himself in the facets that reflected back against him.

You are awake. She spoke matter-of-factly, her emotions pushing against him, trying to swallow him down as her hide glowed brilliant green-blue.

"Call in Fanith, Natiath. Let's get you a good chase, eh?" He murmured and tried to keep his voice level as his shaft was pulsing against his belly, quivering and sending messy oozing driblets of precum against his navel.

Why? She moved above him, paws churning the sand while she tilted her head to one side, her neck curved with amusement.

"B-because you're ready to fly." He sputtered and felt slow as the warm muzzle brushed against his chest, sliding back and forth gently, it was soft and velvety feeling as it pressed along him.

I do not need Fanith. She answered implacably, her nose sliding higher up and rubbing right along the ridge of his shoulder.

He felt the wanton need to her, it was building rapidly and making it hard to think clearly, just as it always did. He reached up and rubbed her muzzle, she wanted him too, he felt it in his mind that she wanted him to caress in a slow stroke along either side. The gentle stroke pushed backwards towards the line of her cheeks, getting the strange double sensation of both the feel of her hide beneath his finger tips and the feel of his fingers against her hide. It felt sensual, the slow drag that ran along the underside of the chin, feeling the heat radiating from her. He struggled to keep himself thinking clearly, she had shown such an oddity towards mating, ever since she had been injured, and now it seemed to only be growing worse.

"Because you're going to rise." He managed to speak, his voice rough and throaty. "Call him in, he'll be here before you know it."

Natiath answered with a rough throaty purr, the vibration running along his chest as the tongue pushed out again, lavishing him with a stroke right along his bare stomach. I do not need him, you are here.

She sounded so sure, there was no place in her world for doubt in this moment, she was radiating her need to him and he felt it running over him. His cock was hard enough to be nearly painful, erect with his own interpretations of the desires while he moved his hands towards the smooth velvety neck. She was trying to move over him, stepping carefully in a way that made it clear that she was feeling amorous and towards him. Her eyes were flashing eagerly while his mind was filled with her intentions that rode lightly over her flushed desire to mate. They were confusing, but they were focused on him as she let him wriggle out from under him and she crooned approvingly, her wings fluttering to either side of her as she crouched slightly.

"I'm not a dragon." He protested logically, but his green only stretched her head out to butt her muzzle against him, her breath warm and caressing.

You are my rider. She answered firmly, and on those words he was riding her raw desire, making it hard to pull his mind away from her.

He felt her body around him, the warmth of her skin and hide, the need to move flooding her as she grew more energetic and eager. He knew how swollen he was, how sensitive her flesh had grown until every movement was a torment keeping her worked up. She could have easily summoned the brown, but instead she was moving closer to him with her expectations resting on him as he tried to sort his mind from her own. It refused to work, she was winding herself through his mind as she always did when she was in season, drawing them closer together, their bond strengthening like two braided ropes. He reached out for her and his fingers slipped along her sleek hide as she let out a soft groan, the green shivering and moving, rolling her shoulder against the sand as she did so. He could feel what she wanted, taste it on the back of his mind as he stepped in closer, feeling the press of her smooth body against him.

The last time it had been a fluke, he had been desperate to keep her form hurting herself or from engaging males in a fight, now he was being maneuvered by her own strange needs sucking him under and making it hard to think clearly. He rarely thought clearly when she was ready to fly, he normally loved the feel of her passions enflaming his own, but now he was trying to extract himself as her muzzle rubbed along his shoulder. She dropped into the sand again, her body wriggling through the deep soft depths and cutting a furrow through it while she rolled, his hands stroking along her warm hide with a gentle rub of his fingertips. She responded with a soft noise as she moved onto her back, her shoulder turning as she flattened her wings to her back and exposed the sweep of her stomach towards him.

K'tin knew what his dragon wanted without words, just the subtle nudge of her thoughts against his own. He felt on fire, feverish with a need that was all too familiar, the same need that drove riders into each others arms no matter what their feelings for one another. He could see the length of her vent, the darker colored lips glistening and puffy looking, pushed outwards as he moved his hands down to run along her inner thighs. He knew every inch of her, had groomed and oiled her since she was a dragonet, and her thoughts were leading him where she wanted him to go. He flushed, his cheeks hot red while her tail kicked up bits of sand when he moved down, her muzzle pushing against his hip and giving a firm nudge and flip, pushing him onto her stomach.

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Natiath crooned at her rider, the steady vibrations bubbling up from her throat as she pushed him into her stomach and lower belly, her head craned up. He was confused and frustrated, there were other complicated emotions as well, but she had rarely understood the more complicated emotions when he displayed them. She leaned her muzzle down over her chest and flicked her tongue out to run along the line of his rump when he shivered, she used that hold to begin pushing him further down as his hands stretched out against her. She loved her rider's clever hands, they were always so gentle and knew exactly how to touch her or scrub her or itch her when she wanted it. This time, the hands moved down and caressed right along her soft swollen outer lips, running along the soft puffy cunny and rubbing gently. The gentle strokes caressed to either side, fingers spreading out while her rider shivered and arched against her, giving a press down against her belly as he felt his interest and need grow in answer to her own.

Those clever hands began to gently slide outwards, pushing against her and rubbing right along the line of the inner folds and tracing against her. He was so different from another dragon, where the goal was simply to catch her and twine necks. His fingers rubbed lightly, gathering up her wetness as her internal muscles contracted and squeezed around nothing, reacting with heady contractions that made her eyes close in absolute pleasure as he let out a shuddering breath and started to push his fingers forward against her. One of his hands began to sink between her outer lips, far too small, of course, but it still felt wonderful as he pushed his arm into her body, sliding the long fingers deeper into her body and rubbing through her, keeping her open just enough as he leaned forward and pressed between her hind legs.

Oh yes.. I like that a great deal. She applauded him as the hand pushed in ever deeper and then pulled backwards with a slow drag that pulled over her soft silky inner walls.

Her rider was feeling so mixed, she wished she could understand half of what he was feeling, but the overriding emotions were that of pleasure and need that matched her own. She concentrated on those feelings instead as his hand pushed back into her tight body, his legs were sliding open to either side of her lower belly as he began to spread her open wider. It was a slow penetration, not at all like the sudden drive and push of her brown, but a gentle push and rub that pushed through her passage with a slow rub. The fingers found the most sensitive parts of her inner body and worked over them, light fluttering touches that spread in circles, finding where she shivered and arched and teased over her as she was stretched open wider.

She wanted to fly, still, but the touches of his hands inside of her helped still the need as he leaned forward and both arms began to sink into her. She was being spread open wider as he did so, feeling him leaning forward, his own hips shifting against her belly. She could barely feel the rise of his member against her, but he was pressing against her, rubbing back and forth along her as he leaned into the thrust that pushed his hands in deeper. They still weren't deep enough, but she curled her toes in delight when he began to massage his way through her body. The fingers were brushing back and forth, the slow drag out bringing out strands of her sleek arousal, the wetness clinging to his limbs before he began to push forward again. The thrust drove itself deeper into her as he leaned forward, pressing over her while he let out a low groan, his more complicated emotions starting to fade away into the back drop of pleasure. She encouraged it, wrapping him in the heat and need of her own body as she thrummed in heady desire.

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K'tin couldn't believe he was doing this...again, but she drew him in, the desire building as his hands sank into her quivering passage and felt her nearly explode with barely controlled pleasure. She stroked her fingers along the length slowly, spreading and rubbing, the wetness clinging to him messily as he leaned forward and felt her body arching up beneath him. The dark green lips spread open wide as both arms were barely enough to fill her as he bore down and felt his way along the silky inner passage. The muscles gave little quivers and twitches, contracting and pulling, running over him and trying to draw him in deeper by the moment as she was wriggling in place, her forced tail slapping against the sandy beach wildly. He pushed forward harder, trying to fill her more, he could feel her need for more filling his mind as he pushed himself along her, his cock pinning right along her lower belly.

As he leaned forward her lips began to spread up higher, pressing and running along his shoulders, his body starting to sink against her. The dragoness was thrumming so powerfully that he was vibrating against her when he began to sink in deeper. The shoulders were spreading her open wider while his cheeks brushed right along the outer lips, the wetness sliding against him as he bore down against her. Her pleasure was egging him on, he loved the way that she was reacting, filling his mind with barely controlled need and heat, his heart beat was pounding in his ears wildly. His entire body was shaking, the struggle to understand the depths of what was happening were compromised by wild desire as his cheek pushed harder against her folds. Her inner body was suckling along his arms, drawing him in deeper, demandingly pulling as he let out a rough groan of pleasure.

The next push forward was too firm, he wasn't thinking straight, he was only reacting to the obvious desire his dragon had for more. Her body was lost in instinct as he pushed and began to sink forward between her spreading folds. The rich warm heat spreading open along his cheek as he was pushed inwards, his weight pushing him downwards before he was pushed into the sleek glistening tunnel. His head slide forward as his shoulders were drawn down, the sudden warmth and heat suckling greedily as he felt Natiath's body going warm around him, pulling him, trying to coax him in deeper as he shifted in place, delighting in the way she felt as his vision grew dark. He only, belatedly, felt any worry as he pushed himself down, his upper chest just starting to be pulled into her body before he dragged backwards, tensing his legs to do so.

He withdrew with a wet slick sound, the wetness clinging to his cheek and forehead, the scent of sweet musky dragoness filling his senses as he dragged his arms backwards, fighting the way that the inner walls were attempting to hold the length of them. Natiath and he were joined, their minds linked together until he could feel his own hands in places he had never possessed, the pleasure building when he pushed forward again. He had no fear of her, not even when his head nestled between her folds again and he arched his back. She wouldn't hurt him, just as he could sit in her jaws and not fear her biting down, he pushed forward and felt the walls parting around his shoulders. The heat spreading over him, messy and slick feeling as he pushed his way into her body. He opened her up, feeling how good it felt to be stretched open, her body reacting with powerful contractions that squeezed the breath from his body as he pushed his way in all the way to his chest.

His cock was pulsing, quivering and throbbing along the length of his belly, messily twitching upwards towards his navel, spilling out hot rivulets of his precum, flinging it out in rushes that were coating against her lower body. He shivered and squirmed in place, pushing against his own skin before dragging backwards again, fighting how she tried to hold him inside of her. His torso was much more the thing for her, it spread her perfectly, even if he was oddly shaped. He pulled himself free with a wet slurping noise, the folds spread wide as he ran his hands through her, smoothing his palms over her inner body as Natiath let out a thrumming croon, her body so warm beneath him it was radiating heat that only made it harder to stop himself from pushing forward again. Dimly, he recognized this was crossing more boundaries, but sinking into her body he shared her need and pleasure both.

The spread of his shoulders pushed along her outer folds, slipping and shoving the soft outer lips inwards before sinking deeper and deeper inside of him. His fingers caressed and rubbed, spreading through her, rubbing in a gentle stroke that was designed to make her arch and shift beneath him in pleasure. He was leaking precum all over her belly, turning the dark green hide even darker as he was coaxed deeper into her passage. She pushed up against him, her walls opening wider and wider, the stretching walls pushed further down along his lower chest and near his stomach. He couldn't see or breathe, the dark tight passage suckled around him, flexing and trying to draw him in deeper. He intimately felt the way that they contracted around him with powerful strokes when he began to draw himself back out of her.

He was stroking against her, his entire body rubbing along his dragon in the most intimate grooming possible as his head slipped free again. He was able to draw in a breath, shaking and crying out softly as his stomach began to tense slightly. She was working beneath him, arching and wriggling before he sank back again, feeling her walls spreading around him. They were so warm feeling as they pushed along the length of his back and chest. His cock was throbbing, painfully hard as the need was growing, his body writhing and twisting as he pushed forward. He slid through her, intimately feeling the way her passage was designed and rubbing along him with gentle strokes that kissed their way down the line of his spine. He swallowed a heady moan that he couldn't stop the next draw back again, sharing her mounting pleasure by the moment.

His balls were tensing up between his legs, the hefty orbs contracting before he pulled back again and was able to draw in a gasping breath. He was slick with her juices, the taste of her on his tongue was embarrassing and sweet as she hummed eagerly and he pushed forward again, driving back into her. He could feel his own body pushing into her, felt the way that the angles and joints of his body stimulated her towards her rapidly mounting to a crescendo of pleasure. There was no turning back, his mind was filled with need that was making him press against her, pushing along the sleek soft stomach as he pushed into her narrow passage again. He was being engulfed in the swollen need, the powerful muscles contracting and tightening around her as she soared to the heights of pleasure.

His body tensed, hips shuddering in short bursts and grinds against her as he gave himself over towards her sudden spike of pleasure. He felt her clutching around him, even as he felt how he had stretched her open tight, straining the walls open wide. Every quiver and contraction pulled along his chest and shoulders, slick and hot feeling, the messy arousal clinging to him as he pushed in deeper and her body muffled his cry. He pushed forward, pinning his cock against the warm velvet of her hide and her own stomach as the first throb ran along his length. It worked in time with the rhythmic pulses that rippled along the length of her body. The gentle strokes that pulled, rubbing around him, drawing out his pleasure before the first spasm erupted cum out of his cock tip and splattered onto her sleek green hide.

He couldn't pull back as she squeezed around him, the pulls and rubs worked along his body as she cried out her own pleasure, he felt it, joined it, shared it while it intensified his own orgasm. She grew slicker around him, the messy wetness clinging around him, pushing out along the edges as he struggled past her contracting walls. With each twitch he let out a little spurt of his seed, smearing back and forth as she drew backwards, struggling through the passage with a slow stroke, tugging and pulling himself away with a low groan. He pulled along the line of the sleek inner passage, the light pop of his shoulders pulling free spilled a hot mess running along his upper chest as he was able to suck down a breath, shaking and writhing in place while his dragon crooned and pushed herself upwards. Her body was flush with pleasure as he drew his hands out, coated in slippery hot arousal, every breath filled with the spicy scent of dragoness.

A long tongue brushed against his hip, gently flickering out to run along him as he let himself relax against her, his mind still buzzing from the heady rush as Natiath crooned. Her red-orange eyes were slowing down to a more mild blue-green, nostrils twitching with each breath as she regarded him. He could feel the weight of her regard, the fondness of it striking him in waves, making him relax and go still, eyes closed. He wanted to feel embarrassed, struggling in his own way to remember himself and extract himself from her thoughts, but all he felt was a bone deep satisfaction that his green was echoing back at him. She had no regrets, it had felt good for her, she had enjoyed it, she lived in the present and found no reason to be ashamed. It was hard not to want to share in it when he was being caressed with the afterglow of pleasure.