Hatchling's Delight
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Be it through nuzzling or licking, Kira gets more than she bargained for: a proper bath, and more clues on mother's puzzling behavior. She was more affectionate than usual, and her scent became unexplainably sweet... *STORY STARTS BELOW**Kira slowly roused to awareness. She blinked a couple of times to moisten her eyes. There was complete darkness inside the feathery sanctuary formed by her wing. With a soft push, she poked through the feathers lining her pale feathered wing to be greeted by a similar type of gloom. The sunstones mounted on the walls glowed with a faint violet luminescence that matched the sky's color. Right now, they indicated at pre-dawn. Kira pulled her head back, placed her chin on the soft pads of a forepaw, then shielded herself with her lazy wing. Although she wanted to remain asleep, her eager mind constantly came up with exciting activities. Yesterday had been so boring. Just like the day before that, and the day before. Ever since mother has been taken by a very sudden, weird, and unexplainable affliction, Kira did nothing but eat and rest. Her mother was too protective to allow her little ones to venture alone in the surrounding wildlands, and her brother far too lazy to search and explore. They were both so boring. Had they no taste for adventure? Kira lifted her wing to peek behind her. Lashan curled around himself in a tight coil, with his wing and tail shielding every soft spot. Kira sighed. Sometimes, she wandered if he was part of the same clutch as her. She missed the times when her brother slept on his back. She could get on top, and he wouldn't even notice. Too bad times changed. She leaped on him now, and he would roar so loud mother would come barging into the nest. The female closed her eyes. For the second time, she tried to rest. Life wasn't always a quest for adventure. Males had to provide for their nest. Females raised their young. And hatchlings learned the skills taught by their parents until they reached a proper age. Mother always refused to divulge that particular secret. She still called Kira her little one, despite being almost three times larger than when she poked through her egg. Kira remembered when her mother's paw was bigger than her whole body combined. She was little back then, not now, when her wings developed their flight feathers and her limbs itched to run. Spurred by her rising eagerness, Kira slowly rose on all fours. She collected her wings, tucked them at her sides like a proper dragon, stretched properly, then walked around her brother's sleeping form. "Lashan?" she tried a soft whisper to test his awareness. He had none. The golden streaked wings flared along with his steady breath, furred tail twitching with the sudden motion of deep dreaming. "Lashan!" Kira tried a squeaky growl next. She didn't get a better answer, so she sneakily approached even closer to her sibling's coiled form. From this distance, she could even smell his scent, and still be left wondering about her options. There weren't many exposed areas she could nip at. Lashan curled himself quite properly, yet even for a dragon bearing his size Lashan could not shield away every sensitive spot. Kira's nostrils flared with eagerness when she spotted the pink pads of a hind paw hidden behind the dragon's luxurious tail. She crouched, pushed her snout forward, then breathed, bending the smooth strings with her breath. Lashan's paw jerked back as rolling warmth fell upon it. "Nowhere to run, brother," Kira smiled mischievously. "How about a last chance? If you answer my call, I will spare your paws. If not...well, I guess you know best what's about to happen." Kira clenched her maw. All the rushing air that traveled through her reverberating throat lost its potency long before slamming against the toothy barrier. Even the most perceptive of dragons had no chance of hearing that one, but then again, Kira never intended to give her brother a fair chance. She shoved herself forward into Lashan's exposed paw. The seething warmth of the pads dug deep into her nose. It was so soft and cushy, begging to be teased. Kira rubbed her nose inside the pads. Lashan immediately curled his fingers. He kicked his leg, but the blows were soft, just like his pads. Kira licked between his spreading fingers when they flared, then nuzzled furiously once they curled inwards. A startled growl left Lashan's throat almost at the same time as his wing flapped down. Kira's heart pumped faster. The teasing was just the prelude. Only now the real game was about to start. She flared her own wings, bringing them forth with a strong slap. The male instinctively rolled to the side to protect himself, yet that was just what Kira expected. She slammed a forepaw just below his chest to keep his paws in check. As expected, Lashan kicked furiously, but his improper position didn't allow for a great deal of mobility. Kira used her other paw to subdue his active hind leg. The one trembling beneath his body was completely useless, more exposed than a fawn on the plains. Kira gave it a round of furious licking. She bathed the pads with swift strokes of her tongue, obtaining a throaty growl from her brother. He curled so hard his claws came out to flex and grab at whatever they found. Kira's tongue was much too agile for them. She deftly tickled her brother's pads, and when his growls turned into roars, she climbed along his leg. "Do you give up?" "No!" He stubbornly clung to a false hope of resistance. "I'll...just...raawrrrr!" "You'll just what?" Kira pulled back to look upon her brother. He was a panting mess of spread feathers and ruffled fur, with eyes as big as an owl's and a tongue more lazy than a Scatterbark Snail. "You'll regret-" "This?" Kira licked the inside of his flank with a long, suave stroke. "Grrrr!" Lashan shivered all over as his toes spread once again. He had a great weakness below his belly. No, not his sheath. Even Kira was not as dirty as to strike where a male was at his weakest, but she could make use of his paws. The faintest touch was enough to trigger Lashan's growing discomfort. It became more obvious with every beat of his frenzied heart, pushing through the expanding sheath like an earthcrawler did after heavy rain. They had a lot in common, those two. The glistening appearance... the pumping throbs... The pleasure of pushing through the soft embrace of their respective environments... "Pl...please...Just stop. Just...I'll do what you want!" "I win?" Kira flicked her tongue back inside her maw to wash away the taste of dusty fur. "Yes! Do you really need to ask?" Lashan lifted his wing for emphasis. A dragon showing the white of his belly submitted through and through. One that showed the pink of his tip could have had slightly different intentions. Kira saw nothing wrong in going all the way with her teasing. She slammed her wet tongue back onto her brother's inner flank, straightening his fur with broad strokes. She always liked the way his muscles shivered under her touch. There was great power within her brother's limbs. Too bad he didn't use them too often. With her circling licks, Kira approached closer and closer to his expanding gender. Lashan was literally pleading by now, whimpering and shivering like mommy's little baby. He was the little one, and Kira didn't stop until he lay almost completely unsheathed. With her work done, she threw her brother a sneaky glance. Lashan didn't even match her stare. He looked into the ground, shielding his male problem under a flared wing. "I hate you..." he moaned with a whimper that made Kira's heart ache a little bit for her reckless action. Embarrassing her brother was fun. Humiliating him was another matter entirely. Even the laziest of siblings did not deserve such rough handling. Not often Kira decided to console her brother after a scuffle, but this time he deserved a bit of comfort. She rubbed along his side, sharing in his radiating warmth until their snouts met. Lashan tried to turn away, but the slick heat of a lick made him freeze stiff. Kira licked along his trembling lips, kissed his clattering fangs, and soothed his huffing nostrils in the warmest and most intimate way a dragon could. "You liked it. I know you did." "Wish you haven't done that. Now I'll have to wait for it to go back," Lashan tried to curl around himself. Instead, his wing fell over Kira. "Keep it there," she licked him again. "And the tail too. Remember how we coiled around each other, pretending to be grass slitherers?" "I...I do," Lashan blinked. "That was one game you never won. You are so slow at crawling, it's almost infuriating to think how I managed to beat you all those times." "Show me that tail trick we did," Kira tempted him with another quick lick. She felt her brother weave his tip around hers. Kira snuggled closer into his side, nibbling under his jaw as their tails slowly entangled with one another. She liked the firm approach her brother used. This was one of the rare times he showed strength. Kira kneaded at the ground with her claws, swirling her own tail until her brother went stiff halfway through the coupling. Kira jerked her tail to encourage him to proceed further. Ripples of shuddering warmth surged along both their forms. Kira's breath stuck in her throat, while Lashan jerked with an abrupt yowl. "That felt strange," Kira flapped her wing to disperse the surrounding heat. "Should I do it again and see what happens?" She got her brother's clamping jaws around her snout in response. The grip was frail, too smooth and weak. Even if she could break through the toothy trap, Kira kept her playful eagerness in check. Lashan retreated back, nuzzling her in warm appreciation. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I acted that way." "May have something to do with your male problem," she nuzzled along the side of his head, coaxing a whimper from her brother. He licked her twice. Kira purred heartily as their noses rubbed together. She adored physical contact, and loved her brother even more for having the audacity to provide it. He was usually so reserved when his member expanded. "Is it still out? I can't see it from here." "Don't," Lashan tightened his tail again, forcing growls out of both of their throats. Somehow, that motion felt unexplainably good. Kira shifted on the cold ground, feeling unusually warm. "We should stop doing that thing with our tails. It feels..." "Strange. I completely agree," Lashan added quickly. "Remove yourself then." "You dared me into this trap. It's really not fair for me to-" A jerk of her tail ended the argument in a very growly manner. Lashan removed himself swiftly, wrapping himself as soon as his tail came loose. "That was fast. I never saw you come loose this quickly." "I'm the one to blame now?" he cocked his head defiantly. "Me? I was sleeping, dear sister. You're the one that had to push her pesky snout into my paws." "They're soft and squishy. Can you blame me for taking an interest in them? You know females have a weakness for soft and warm," Kira rubbed into him. She didn't receive a good reception. "Then lick your own paws, hug your tail or pester mother. I have...I have things to care for." "Like your male rod?" Kira pushed under his wing. Lashan used his mobile tail to trap one of her legs. Kira prepared to retaliate, but his lashing paws allowed no room for response. She fell on the side, feeling just like her brother did moments ago. Unlike him, she didn't moan like a whelp. There were ways out of this predicament. And besides, she had a much better look. "Now I see it." Lashan looked back. Kira used that distraction to wrap her paws around his neck. She pulled hard, using her wings to launch herself onto her feet. Lashan was again subdued on his back, kicking uselessly at her towering form. "I win again, brother," she teased him with a mocking lick. "Am I free to extract my second prize?" "Free to leave, yes. I'd really appreciate it right now." "So grumpy," she looked between his legs. "Why do you keep it hidden? I find it very curious how it jumps up and down like that. Can you control it?" "I can control you!" Lashan lashed out with a wing, forcing the female to close her eyes. The next time she opened them, Kira found herself with the squelchy pads of a paw pressed right into her face. A great force pushed her back, almost throwing her off balance. She flared her wings, bowing into a predatory stance. "Now you want to play." "No. The opposite, dear sister. I want to be left alone!" he growled out. "What does it take for you to understand? I have problems to deal with!' "Providing? Hunting? Eating?" "Male problems," Lashan snarled in annoyance. "Just leave me alone for just a bit, and I will do whatever you ask of me." Kira relaxed. "Play. I want to play." "Agreed." "And I get the bigger cut when dad comes home." Lashan scrunched his snout at that, but in the end he dipped his head in agreement. "I filled my end of the bargain. Care to do yours?" "So impatient. Males are so strange," Kira shook her head as she slinked through the sunstone marked tunnel and out of her nesting chamber. She followed the glowing stones until the golden brilliance of the hoard sparkled before her eyes. Kira squeaked with glee and hurled herself head-on into the mound of metals. Bracelets, cups, trays, even shields clattered around her as they rolled onto the hard stone below while Kira twisted and buried herself deeper into the pile. She loved the feel and sound of metal, but liked its looks more. Shined brighter than dragonscales, and felt so smooth to the touch as she pawed with her flaring fingers. She caught onto a pair of jewel encrusted ornaments, too big for her limbs. Kira threw them aside and kept digging until she found the right size. She fit one forepaw through each bracelet and lifted her limbs, watching the sapphire sparkle ominously in the violet light of the sunstones. Pretty ladies in the lands below wore these fine gems. Kira envied them a bit. Dragons had no use for fancy jewelry, but they could admire and trade it for something of worth. Still, she couldn't help but see if she could match father's scaled hide. Kira kept rummaging through the pile, fitting all manners of plates and coifs until her whole body was weighted by cold metal. "Too heavy," she shook off the bothersome decorations. "Father must feel horribly burdened. Maybe that's why he's tired all the time..." Slithering sadness washed away her glee. Kira was not like the other dragons. She favored companionship more than treasure, and right now she felt annoyingly lonely, with only the clatter of metal ringing inside her ears. She pawed off the ostentatious equipment, turned her tail to the great hoard, and slowly left it behind. Kira looked towards the nest chamber as she made her way through the spacious tunnel uniting her lair. She longed for her brother's warmth, and his warm, caring touch. Did he have enough time to solve his male problem? That was the only concern that kept her paws glued to the ground, frozen by indecision. She waited there. The sunstones barely changed colors. If she went inside the nest, she would only annoy her sibling. An irked Lashan was as stiff as his member; rigid and hard to play with. He was always so private about that certain part of himself. Kira never touched it. She vaguely smelled its fragrance when it came out, strong and more resilient than any scent she encountered, but that's where she always stopped. "Silly males," Kira swiped her nostrils with a quick lick and headed towards the storing chamber. The jagged room had piles of leathers, wood, and other materials spread around in organized clumps. Dragons never used ice to conserve their meals like the two legged races. Magic allowed them to do practically anything, even fly if they so desired. Kira didn't know why mother or father ignored the need for a spell caster. They only took a few trinkets every moon cycle and provided so much in return. She decided to calm her restless mind in the playing room. Surrounded by the crafts of her youth, Kira joyously explored each of the chambers forking along the straight tunnel. She tugged on SnakeVine rope, sharpened her claws on rocky Blackstone, and chased around the leather balls mother tempted them with a few moons ago. All of Kira's abilities were owed to her. The fine dragoness that cared for her ever since she poked her little head through the egg. The caring mother that exposed her belly every day to share her tasty milk with them. The affectionate parent that never took her eyes off Kira. Kira liked to remember her as she was back then, not as the secluded stranger she became at the start of the fresh moon cycle a couple days ago. Mother forbade any lengthy contact for a reason she never explained. Kira only saw her during meal times, and only for a fraction of a moment. After the chunks were shared, mother coiled around herself and refused to eat until her two young retreated back inside their caves. With father left for most of the day and mother struck by that mysterious affliction, it was no wonder Kira was starved for affection. She wanted to lick something. Rub against soft fur. Feel another's warmth coursing into her. "Lashan... are you gone too? Still caring for your problem like mother?" She couldn't know the answer until she walked in on him. Kira allowed her paws to take her in front of the nesting chamber. A short tunnel was the only thing separating her from her sibling. She took a deep breath, then turned back around. Brisk steps carried her forward. Kira turned along with the serpentine corridor, left, then right, passing one glowing stone after another until a haze of overly sweet smell entered assaulted her nostrils. She bared her fangs into a snarl. The pungent aroma invaded her with every breath she took, sticking in her throat like physical goo. No matter how many times Kira licked her nostrils, she couldn't fully escape the overly thick scent wafting inside her exposed nostrils. Mother was right. This was one strange affliction that heated the blood in the strangest of ways. Kira's heartbeats quickened even as she remained glued to the ground. Her tail flicked nervously behind her. She could turn around like a scared, obedient hatchling, or press on and aid her mother in the struggle against this heavy burden. Kira's throat rumbled with determination. Step after step, she approached the huge female. She rested in the furthest corner, surrounded by bare stone. Even here, she secluded herself from the rest of the cave. Concern brewed inside Kira. She quickened her pace, only to turn around with a growl when her tail found itself trapped firmly between spiky fangs. "Lashan!" she turned around with an annoyed growl. The male's grip receded into pleasant nibbling. He worked around the fluffy tip, trying to earn back his sister's favor with this old yet effective trick. "That's quite enough," Kira tugged her tail to the side. "Enough to get you back into the nest?" the male took a step towards her. Kira's limbs trembled with irritation. Was her brother that dense? Couldn't he smell the result of mother's affliction? Kira begrudgingly backed into her sibling, easing under his wing. "What are you doing?" "I'm not coming back. We have to help her, brother. She would have done the same for us. You know that." Lashan's eyes gleamed with incertitude. He licked his forepaw thrice before finding the courage to speak. "She told us to stay away more than once. Go near her, and she'll know." "I intend to," Kira strolled forth. With or without her brother, she was going to do this. Her tail found itself trapped once again. This time, Kira forfeited words and pleasantries. Her unsheathed claws lashed through the air, sliding slightly under the male's retreating leap. Lashan was nimble enough to avoid her paw strike, but he wasn't prepared for what followed. Kira blinded him with a flap of wings, then grabbed his neck in a tight enough of a grip to force instant submission. "Give up yet?" she rumbled stubbornly until the male wheezed his growl. "Good," Kira rubbed and licked into the damp patch of pale fur. "I need you with me. Mother thinks she knows best, but she just wants to protect us. You know how she is." "Wrathful when we go against her word. Do you want to get us into trouble, sister?" "What kind of trouble?" Kira pressed herself into his snout and stared right into his emerald eyes. "We slept alone. Ate alone. And now we are about to be divided again, all because she doesn't trust us!" Lashan shook his head. "I'm not saying she's right. Just that...she's mother, Kira. Mothers worry, and hatchlings heed them. It's like it's always been." "When we were tiny! Are you still a helpless hatchling, or a dragon ready to do what needs to be done?" "What? You think we've grown big enough to contest her?" "I know you grew big when I tickled you," she teased him with a quick lick along his lips. Lashan bared his fangs. That only allowed Kira more room to weave her tongue around. She lapped at the male's toothy prison, then entered inside his maw when he tried to bite her tongue. Kira tickled the roof of his mouth and dabbed at the underside of his tongue, knowing how annoyingly sensitive those bits were. Lashan backed off. "Stop that." "I will. When you come with me," Kira lashed him again. "Or maybe I'll lick your paws again. How would you like that, brother?" "This is...you know this isn't fair. And our problems will grow much more if we wake her up. Please, Kira. Let us return to the nest and-" "Fine," she turned around, brushing her fluffy tail tip along his neck. "I'll hunt with you in the forest. Don't you want that? A day out in the sun, with many squirrels and mice to practice our skills on." She could almost see Lashan leaping and pouncing bugs, butterflies, and all manner of critters. A day out was irresistible, even for a lazy male such as him. Kira rumbled with pride when she felt his form slink under her wing. Lashan nuzzled along her neck, obtaining an amiable lick in response.
"How are we going to get past her?" he pointed a paw towards the sleeping female. "Leave that to me. And to be sure, you do accept my terms, yes?" Lashan growled his agreement. "I think I already know what the price is. What would you have us do?" "What we should have done a long time ago," Kira tucked her wings close, lowered herself in half a crouch, poked her brother to do the same, and slowly advanced towards the sleeping dragon. The smell increased its potency the closer she approached. Kira looked around, thinking it might have been a bad prey or something father brought from his journey, but everything looked the same as before. The woven tapestries of flying dragons hung on the walls, and the decorations dangling from above chirped with the same soothing sound every time the wind sneaked between their metal scales. Kira liked the lavish looks of the grand chamber, yet now she was neither interested in admiring nor playing hatchling games. She looked closer at the ground. The stone surrounding mother was streaked with glistening marks that ran in jagged, uneven patterns. It looked almost like ice. When Kira extended a paw to touch it, she found the marks dry and cold, just like the stone beneath her sensitive pads. She approached her snout to sniff, and fought hard to suppress her growl once the same overpowering smell washed inside her nostrils. Lashan wasn't so smooth. He moaned between barred fangs, licking several more times at the strange coating. Kira turned around, but the male already sealed his maw shut with two gripping paws. "Control yourself!" Kira hissed softly. Lashan nodded quickly, flicking his tail around to point towards mother's huge bulk. "We'll start from the front. Touch only if you have to, and please avoid manifesting yourself in the same noisy manner. If you can't keep your mouth sealed, then just stay and watch." With the plan laid out, Kira finally dared to approach her mother. The caring dragoness that nurtured her two hatchlings suddenly seemed an imposing enemy that should have been avoided at all costs. Kira was certainly intimidated to find herself standing before such behemoth. Mother was almost three times bigger than her, and fiercely majestic. Her magnificent tail was firmly wrapped around the whole length of her bulk, curling around her muscular flank, passing below her gold streaked wing, where it twitched and ruffled under the gusts of puffing warmth rolling forth from mother's nostrils.
Kira slinked along the same side as the tail, soft and careful like a gentle summer breeze. Lashan followed closely behind. The two hatchlings made their way up until they stood right in front of their mother's head. "Did she-" Lashan extended his neck above her twitching ear. "No. She's still asleep," Kira nuzzled along her brother's head. "Take the side." "And you?" "Paws," she smiled mischievously. Lashan bowed his head. His frame trembled a little, yet a bit of fear was quite normal when hatchlings decided to disobey their mother. Kira didn't feel too brave either. Her heart thumped in her chest, her paws felt unusually weak, and her instincts urged her to flee back into the nest before she did something stupid. She heeded none of those dire warnings. She was a squeaky hatchling no longer. So she started pacing around, trying to find the best way to get at her mother's paws. She slept on her left one, like Kira often did, and kept the other tucked below the bushy tip of her snowy tail. It was too risky to get there. It only took a whiff to smell the intruding scent. Kira joined her brother on his inspection of mother's wing, but soon found out two snouts only served to annoy each other. She crawled forward like a stalking mink, looking at that pesky tail. If only she could get it out of the way... Kira smoldered and seethed. Her brother approached, and the look in his eyes was none too pleasing. He worked and took this huge risks, while she watched and waited. That couldn't happen. Kira slowly lifted a forepaw, then gently lowered it on the fluffy tail. Mother didn't even twitch an ear. She followed with the other. Slowly and steadily, Kira pulled the luxurious tail towards her. It took a dozen tugs and serious patience to finally expose the huge padded shape that was her mother's forepaw. Kira stuck her head forward, sniffing along the central pad that was as big as her head. The same earthly scent she possessed greeted her nostrils, along with a trace of something else. Kira's nostrils widened the more she inhaled. There was definitely some sort of ooze coating two of mother's padded fingers. She prodded gently with the tip of her tongue, dabbing repeatedly. When she caught the taste, she rushed back inside her maw, where she swirled the overly sweet mixture inside her saliva. She never tasted something like this. It was strong, and very bizzare What could it be, and more importantly, where did it come from? Kira resumed her licking. She didn't notice the faint shivers rushing along the furred ridges bordering the pads, and she most certainly ignored the twitching. Kira was completely entranced by the mysterious fluid, lapping and licking until fingers spread and claws came out of their sheaths. Kira turned her head around, only to be slapped in the face by a storm of feathers. She shielded her eyes in reflex, and the next time she opened them, Kira found herself staring into the wet, sticky, oozing depths of two cavernous nostrils. Kira's throat burst with a startled yelp. Her paws surged to the side, only to splay sideways when a force tripped all of her limbs. Kira fell with a growl. She was caught, that much was certain. All her chances of fighting back fled when she was helplessly scooped by that gigantic paw and pressed tight into her mother's overly warm fur. "Look what mommy caught," the dragoness purred softly as her verdant eyes inspected Kira's shivering form. "A little disobedient hatchling bent on causing mischief." Kira opened her maw to speak. A rush of warmth surged through mother's nostrils, forcing her to swallow her words. Shame crashed into Kira with the force of a tidal wave. She didn't expect to be caught like this, or worse, be stared down by her mother like helpless prey. "I'm sorry. I...I..." she forfeited the burden of words and launched herself at her mother, lapping away for forgiveness with her little tongue. Mother blinked. Her purring deepened for a bit. Kira's tongue became a whipping frenzy of adorableness. She mixed in rubs and nuzzles, working around the entirety of her mother's huge snout. Her hopes melted when mother curled her lips, revealing rows of glistening teeth. "Please continue," her black slits narrowed as she focused her gaze onto her daughter. "I quite enjoyed your little bribe." "It wasn't a bribe. I missed you. Lashan missed you, and..." Kira licked at her nose, the only place that seemed safe among those frightening teeth. "We want you back in the nest, mommy. We want you back with us!" "And going back against your promise will earn you that?" The dragoness licked along the sharp edges. "Are you not afraid of the consequences of your actions?" "I didn't...I didn't promise," Kira's eyes sparkled with guilt. She knew she did. And by the looks of it so did her mother. "You have both grown wonderfully. I only have to look at you to remember how it was to be a hatchling," mother draped her lips over her fangs, settling her head right between Kira's legs. "Allow me please. Might as well make yourself comfortable since you're officially my prey." The little hatchling spread herself as much as she could, but the tight space allowed little room to maneuver. She was forced to remain here, packed in her mother's warmth, with her rolling breath and her insistent gaze to remind her of the poor choice she made. She sneaked a glance sideways. If Lashan escaped, maybe mother wouldn't- "He's there, don't worry. You came here together. I cannot allow you to leave separated, can I?" "We're sorry, mother. Lashan! Tell her how stupid you were for dragging me into this stupid plan of yours!" The male whined pitifully. "Tell her!" His upcoming words came out into a muffled, unintelligible mess. "Males are different in many regards, but I don't think your brother was up to this." "He totally was. We were both so worried about you, mom. Lashan awoke with his male problem again!" "Did he now?" Kira squirmed under the gooey lick that followed. Her mother rubbed her wings back into their proper position, then turned upon her neck, easing off the hatchling's apprehension with hefty strokes of her tongue. Kira soon found herself enjoying this pleasant captivity. "He did, and he told me to go away, and I did! I groomed myself, and he probably groomed himself too. I never knew how he solves his problem. He never told me. But when he finished we cuddled and licked and talked about you. About how lonely you must be...about how much we miss you..." she slowed off as her purring flared to life. "Feels so good. Please continue. Please..." Kira slowly closed her eyes. The stream of warmth melted her apprehension into a haze of delight. Then, mother stopped as suddenly as she started. Kira opened her eyes. "Why did you stop?" "I don't want to spoil you," Mother blinked a few times. Droplets of moisture fell from the corners of her eyes, squeezed by her squelchy eyelids. "Mom?" Kira approached with her little snout. "Is that water? Are you crying?" "I'm fine," she rubbed her eyes with the soft pads of her paw. "I'm just a bit distracted, my little one. Nothing to concern your fuzzy head with," she allowed her heavy paw to fall on top of Kira's head. The hatchling winced at the added weight. A bit of a burden never dettered her from supporting her mother. Kira inched closer, allowing her tongue to bridge the gap between their snouts. "Is it bothering you, mommy? The scent I caught...it's related to your problem, isn't it?" "Yes, very much so. My particular issue is annoying, but so is your disobedience. Mother cannot care for her problem and deal with you at the same time. You promised me, Kira. You both promised me that you will remain in your nest for as long as it takes!" "Too long," Lashan broke through with a growl. He was stifled almost immediately. "No. Don't! Let him talk, mommy!" Kira pawed stubbornly. Mother bowed her snout, allowing the pads to slide freely along her silky fur. "I'll deal with him later. For now, it's your turn. Say what you have to say, Kira." "Mrrrmmm," she chirred apprehensively. "The waiting was difficult, and hard, and painful. We broke our promise, mommy, but...I am happier than I've ever been here," Kira fluttered her wings to snuggle deeper into her mother's fluffy chest. "I love your warmth. And I love your touch. And I love you so, so much!" her head rubbed up and down along a huge fore leg. "Then you must also love the punishment that's coming," the dragoness growled. "I don't care," Kira said sternly and latched her front paws around her mother's leg. "Bite me. Paw me. But I'll still love you more than anything." "Don't say that...Your brother might grow jealous." "Leave him. I love you more, mommy!" Kira lashed out in her earnest. She hugged her mother's head and licked everything she saw in sight. Mother's nostrils quivered under the frenzy of strikes. Her limps trembled and shook as they were nuzzled into submission. Her throat blazed with a richer purr, and her eyes grew brighter as the warmth of affection surged through her frame. Kira spared nothing. She even licked mommy's huge fangs, gathering her sticky saliva all around her little snout before she rubbed it back under her jaw. The big dragoness parted her maw to let out an unrestrained growl. Her whole body shivered like the metal scales dangling from above, and within the flap of a broad wing, she fell on the side, exposing her fluffy chest much to Kira's delight. She pounced her with a delightful squeak, straddling her huge forepaw as she rubbed along the base of her sinuous neck. And she wasn't alone. Lashan sprang from behind to latch himself around the middle of the female's neck. He too licked and nuzzled with loving frenzy, leaving mother's sandy fur wetter with each stroke of his agile tongue. The dragoness flared her free wing. Kira thought she was going to be shoved off. She certainly expected that until the paw underneath slammed into her belly, forcing her to fly through the air for a thumping heartbeat before she was smacked right into her brother. The two hatchlings growled in discomfort as their wings and limbs were mashed together, but mother's caring touch saw a swift end to the nascent disagreement. A single swipe of her broad tongue was enough to leave them wet from the middle of their chest to the top of their snouts. And she didn't just share a single stroke. A loving mother had a lot more to give. She cleaned their paws, grazed their soaked fur free of bothersome clumps, and licked her two little ones until there wasn't a single dry strand of fur around their heads. "Mooom, I'm wet!" Kira shook her little head, sending pelting particles all around. "As you should be, my dearest," she licked the female's neck all over again. "You didn't expect to walk away unpunished, did you?" "That's mean. I loved you, and-" "I loved you back," the dragoness rubbed noses with her female hatchling. "Stroke for stroke, rub for rub. Fair, don't you think?" "No," Kira licked between her nostrils just when her tongue came out. "Yours is much bigger." "That it is," she said with another warm lick, then turned towards her other hatchling. "What did you think, my little rogue?" Lashan allowed his love to speak. He lapped restlessly around mother's snout, wings shivering in their frame, paws tense with purpose. Kira saw his flanks push back and forth for a purpose she did not understand. "Mommy? Why is brother doing that?" "He's just being itchy. Right, my little mote of light?" she shielded the male under her wing. "Tell mommy what irks you, so we can rub off that pesky problem together." Soft growls and moans rushed from beneath the feathery shelter. Kira was a bit jealous of the extra affection her brother was getting, but she didn't interrupt mother. After all, she managed to talk to her a lot more than brother did. When her wing retreated, she saw Lashan's lips curled with effort. He panted through his opened maw, allowing his tongue to roll between his lower fangs. "Brother?" Kira nudged his neck. His pupils widened like two coal beads, and his eyes were unfocused. "Mother, why is he-" "The warmth, my dearest. It's the warmth," the big female rolled back onto her side. "Come here." Kira jumped on the ground, but her brother was too distracted to even notice the shift in his balance. He fell on the side with a soft growl, collecting himself almost as fast as he fell. Kira glimpsed a speck of pink between his legs. She tilted her head curiously, and sure enough, brother's male problem was out in all its glistening glory. "It's out again. Why? Did you touch his paws, mommy? You know how excited he gets when we touch him there!" "I bathed him, my dearest. Worry not for him. He'll be his frisky self in no time." Kira moved to her sibling, managing to take only a step before mother's neck blocked her path. "Leave him to cool off for a bit. Heat meddles with a male's senses. They all become distracted with the desire to..." She cut off at that, bribing Kira with long, calming licks. "It doesn't matter. I have you all for myself now." "To what?" Kira pressed on. "What happens to them? Why is warmth so bad, mommy?" The dragoness looked under her wing. She licked at a couple of feathers, trying to feign distraction. Kira was not about to quit so easily. She jumped onto her mother's head, scrambling desperately for balance. Her paws struggled to grip onto the horns just above her ears. Kira almost reached them. Almost. She fell on her back like a clumsy hatchling, growling with disappointment. Mother rumbled at that. She snuck her snout between Kira's legs, nuzzling and licking into her exposed belly. "You wanted to climb?" she gave a wriggling stroke. "Wanted to thrust, like your brother?" "What? Mommy, what-" Kira's words descended into a fit of growly squeaks as mother started tickling her in her earnest. "It tickles. It tickles! Mom, stop!" the little one squirmed as the rolling tongue went lower and lower, too close to a particular part of her body. Kira loved the heat, but she shivered all over once that silky mass of flesh traveled along the rift of her gender. She kicked all her legs, tensing from every joint of her body. It felt as if sparks of flame dug through her flesh to push deeper into her loins before dispersing into tingles of strange pleasure. "That should be enough." Kira grabbed onto her snout. "Mom, what did you...? You did something, with your tongue." "I tickled you, silly!" "It felt different. Strange." "Tickling always feels weird. That's what makes it a good punishment!" Kira squeaked all over as another round of tickling washed over her. Mother kept her tongue inside this time. No weird feeling came, and no words were shared until she turned to care for her brother. "Mom?" Kira slowly made her way around the engulfing wing. "You can speak, my darling. Say anything you desire." "Do you have a problem, like brother?" "That's a silly thing to say. I'm female, like you. My issues are quite more different than what males deal with." "Then why is it all sore and wet?" Mother pushed her tail into the glistening flesh, covering it completely. "It's nothing, my little Kira. Now, is there anything you desire from mommy?" "I want to know what you have there," she pushed her wing up with the help of her tail. That didn't work. Mother stubbornly flapped it back down, then licked her little hatchling. "There's nothing, my dearest. Just my tail," she washed the fluffy tip along Kira's side. "Do you want to play with it?" "No, mommy," Kira grabbed it inside her maw, sliding her pads along until the fluffy fur turned moist and spiky. "I want to know why it's wet." "The cave is sometimes wet, light of my life. Do you see those stone teeth up above?" she perked her little one's head with her own snout. "The stone weeps at night, and when the sun comes up, water falls back on the ground." "Water?" Kira asked softly. "Water," mother confirmed with a calming lick. "Then why does it smell like this?" Kira slapped her damp paw between mother's nostrils. "It's water, Kira," she took her whole paw into her mouth, cleansing it in a pool of saliva. "Done. It's gone. Anything else you are curious about?" There was, and she knew mother wouldn't provide any answer. Kira whirled on her paws. She launched herself below mother's wing and crashed on the ground just near the base of her tail. Kira pushed the tail away, obtaining another glimpse of the chaffed menace before she was dragged back down. "Lashan, I found it! Mother's problem is under her tail. Lick it. LICK IT!" "Don't be silly. You would both know if I was wounded!" the dragoness pressed Kira back to her chest. "If you are not going to play nice, I'll-" A surging shiver made her fur rise on end. Words froze in her throat, and all her paws went limp all of a sudden. Kira pushed herself out of mother's grasp just in time to see Lashan sliding his tongue along the edge of the exposed flesh. "N-no. Grrr...not there! Get....away! " the dragoness kicked her legs and flapped her wings. The lack of strength became strikingly obvious when her hind paw couldn't even push Lashan smaller form away." "We'll tend to you, mommy. Care for you, just like you cared for us," Kira licked mother's shivering lips quickly. The dragoness snarled at her, forcing Kira to leap towards her tail. She slapped it to the side hard enough to hurt. Kira winced at the blow. She tripped on her paws, falling face first into the fluff of mother's fluffy tail. "I don't want to...hurt you...Stop. Stop now!" Lashan heeded no warning, and neither did she. Kira crawled the rest of the distance, then pushed away one of mother's legs with her forepaws. From here, she had the best view at what she was dealing with. Two broad, puffy lips flared outwards from their furred shelter to throb and kiss one another. The smell was overpowering, and the amount of moisture looked even worse. Mother's fur was more tawny than sandy, coated and clumped into rising spears by the overwhelming amounts of fluids. Kira never saw something so swollen before. Her mother's gender lay bare before their very eyes, tense, hard, and filled with engorging blood. Kira knew she had to do something about it. She lowered her snout to attack her other fold of flesh. When she first touched mother's bare wound, Kira pulled her tongue back in surprise. Mother's problem was not only big, but hotter than she expected. "You don't know... have no idea what you're doing..." she managed to speak between shattering growls. Lashan perked his head only to swipe the copious amounts of translucent goo falling down his chin. Then, he resumed his long slides, lapping mother's problem right off her throbbing flesh. The big female shuddered violently when Kira joined in. Her wings broadened to their full span, splaying onto the ground at the same time as her legs jerked apart. "Are you feeling well, mommy?" Kira slurped the thick juice into her little maw. "You growl, moan, and taste strange. Why is it so sweet? Where does it come from?" "Lick...just lick..." the dragoness closed her eyes, panting dreamily. "Worry not...for my....mrrrrhhhh," she let loose another growl. Kira's eyes widened in the same manner as mother's broad lips. It only took a jerk of her legs to reveal a glimpse into her fleshy insides. A cavernous depth ran right between her folds, loose and accommodating. Splotches of fluids gathered upon the soft walls, forming thicker bridges the deeper they went. There was a pool of fluid deep inside, and every time mother pressed her lips together, it gushed out in the form of heated drops. Lashan slurped those as soon as they came out. He had a voracious appetite for the sweet fluid. Kira was slightly concerned for him. He said nothing, bore an unfocused gaze about him, and rumbled strangely ever since he started curing mother's ache. "It itches...itches so good," the dragoness reached out with her forepaws. "Lick, my dearest offspring. Scratch away mommy's itch." "It looks so red and swollen," Kira drawled out. "What happened, mommy? Why is it so big?" The dragoness flapped her wings when a particularly heavy gush escaped her lips. Lashan plugged his snout right between her folds, making mother growl at the walls and rake at bare air with her unsheathed claws. "You're hurting her! Stop! Stop!" Kira pawed at her stubborn brother. "No. Let him!" Mother snarled desperately. "It feels warm. Grrr...if only you knew...how good this feels... You both would...rawwrraaawrrr!" Kira tensed on her paws. Mother acted so strange all of a sudden. She became obsessed with her itch, same as brother. What if the wound changed them? Kira was slightly apprehensive to join back in and slurp on the strange liquid, but mother's moans tugged at her heart each time they rang inside her ears. "Lick, lick. Liiiick!" she cried desperately. Kira pushed herself against the bare flesh. She took a deep whiff of the pungent aroma, allowing the scent to forever burn inside her nostrils. It smelled like life itself, and tasted equally good. No amounts of milk could compare to the sweet viscosity of this tasty nectar. Slowly and surely, Kira grew addicted to it. She lapped mother's nurturing fluids right from the source, and when her thirst increased, she suckled it directly by pushing the tip of her snout inside the fleshy folds. Growly moans ravaged mother's throat each time that happened. She clenched her muscles and spread her paws further, as if she wanted her hatchlings to dive deeper into her secret passage. Kira suckled side by side with her brother, and when another gush came, they both pulled back to tap into the fresh load. "Deeper. Pierce deeper..." Kira did. She used her front paws to gently spread mommy's throbbing lips. As soon as she did that, Lashan stuck his head in, moaning with as much fervor as his mother did. "My brave hatchlings...so warm...so dear.... Lick. Lick quickly. Lick long and hard. Make mommy happy. Make mommy close. She's...she's..." her growls took a steep dive to high pitched yowls. Kira scooped whatever she could. She searched for her own spot to plunge inside, but mother was only as wide as to accommodate a single snout, and brother showed no signs of relinquishing his prize. He lapped and licked and slurped, tensing harder and harder until he finally jerked back. When Lashan pulled out, he was a trembling mess. Kira wanted to help him, yet mommy's puffy lips looked so inviting. Eyes closed, nostrils blocked, Kira delved as deep as she managed into a gooey mess of heated fluid and quivering flesh. Heat overflowed around her, pushing into her half opened maw with every hard throb. Kira lapped and wriggled her tongue furiously, flaring mother's bliss. She slapped, licked and lapped, straining to reach the deepest depths of mother's dripping cavern. "Grrraarr!" the dragoness flapped her wings hard, forcing Kira back. Lashan turned on her. "Brother..." He didn't growl or speak, whipping his tongue on and around her snout until every drop was pulled by his hungry tongue. Kira returned the favor. She managed to clean Lashan's dripping jaw before the male launched himself back into mother's bountiful folds. "Yesssss...Scratch the itch. Tame it. Lick it. Take it all away..." The spurts picked up, same as the throbs. Soon, mother became too tense to allow any kind of plunging. Kira and Lashan licked side by side, lapping furiously at their mother's healthy spurts with their little tongues. The dragoness became increasingly desperate. ""You are my life...you are my light," her hind paws slammed the two golden heads against each other. "Lick...lick...lick. Deeper. Pierce deeper, my brave hatchlings...my dearest babies... Take all you want. All...you ever...want..." Kira stubbornly tried to stick the entirety of her tongue inside, but mother's convulsing flesh simply did not allow it. After a good amount of strokes and multiple roaring praises, she tensed harder than ever before. Kira's eyes widened when her tongue was halfway trapped inside. The muscles became tempered iron, and the heat a smoldering inferno. Mother's legs drifted closer, crossing one another once they met. She jerked hard from every joint of her body. Toes flared and wriggled. Wings fluttered and slapped. Claws slid on and out of their sheath. Even her growls muffled, trapped inside a prison of teeth and pressing jaws. Mother seemed to be under a lot of strain, and Kira didn't know why until a final surge jolted through her form. Her tail slapped the ground hard, tensing in a straight line between Kira's legs. Mother slapped her wings down and kept them there while her snowy claws came all the way out, almost pressing their tips against her crooking toes. For five heartbeats she shuddered and jerked. Then the flood came. A thicker spurt wider and greater than anything Kira ever anticipated left her squelching flesh. She didn't manage to close her eyes, seal her maw shut, or even blink. The gush just slammed into her. It splashed into her eyes, flooded her nostrils, bathed her tongue and teeth, and rolled over her fine feathers and fur until it drenched her in a curtain of liquid heat. Mother spurted again, then again. There was no stop to her pumping, or a way for the exposed hatchlings to protect themselves. The stood there, petrified, taking the overwhelming amounts of fluid right into their stoic faces. Kira never experienced something so unexpectedly good. She loved the way mommy's nectar tasted. Her blood grew hot when she feasted, her senses flared to life. But to be completely bathed by the nurturing waves was something completely new to her. Kira plunged her snout between the spasming lips to feel the sheer heat and power that drove them to clamp so ruthlessly. Mother spurted hard, roared loud, and shivered just the same. Kira opened her maw. She no longer had to drink. Thanks to the forceful spurts, she only had to keep her maw open and swallow, otherwise the excess fluid just dribbled along her jaw to splash onto the ground below. Kira chose to feast, and so did her brother. They remained lodged at their mother's throbbing problem, feasting on her innermost essence. It came out of her. This bathing, soothing river of warmth was pushed from the depths of her body so that Kira and her brother could feast on it. There was nothing greater for a hatchling than to be rewarded by mommy's life giving nectar. So Kira slurped, and gulped, and licked with splashing strokes with her paws rubbing along the shuddering lips and her body crouched low to take everything her snout missed. Lashan aided her in that regard. He too nuzzled furiously, rubbing off mother's itch at his core by delving in and out of her spasming flesh. When mother's gushes died down and her roar dimmed into a smoldering growl, Kira wore every drop of mother's release on her. She flared her drenched wings, watching how thick rivulets of translucent fluid splashed on the coated ground. She was wet. Coldness started to creep in. But Kira didn't feel cold. Her heart thrummed wildly in her chest. Whether it was affection or desire, she didn't know. All she wanted was a warm place to snuggle and rest. Mother provided that. She rolled on belly with a heavy growl, scooping both her hatchlings with a trembling wing. Kira happily snuggled with her family. She licked her mother's snout, then turned upon her brother. A growl left his parted maw. "Mommy?" Kira poked her mother with her snout. "Lashan is still trembling..."END COMMENTSAren't Kira and Lashan adorable? They are as innocent as youthful offspring can be, yet quite feisty where it counts. Kira will learn more about what exactly she unleashed from her mother's swollen slit, along with the nature of her condition. Oh yeah...she will find that out, one way or the other. 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