Nest Mates
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Description: A lone dragoness awaits the arrival of her brother. Though she has a clutch of eggs to keep her company, the warmth of a dragon had been sorely missed in the absence of her mate. When her sibling finally arrives, the feisty female cannot help herself from thinking of affectionate, warm, and somewhat devious ways to coax her shy sibling into doing his male duties.
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Ashaya sat on the ledge of her cave, watching the fiery sunset. This was her favorite time of day, when the sky acquired the blazing color of fire. Nestled between the mountains rising to the west, the lazy ball of fire slowly descended towards the jagged peaks. It didn't warm her. So far in the north, the sun lacked vigor, its benevolent rays warming the territory of the humans instead. How fitting, that those hairless apes carved the best territory known to her. She remembered the verdant fields stretching to the south of Norgard barrier. Oh yes. She remembered them all too well.
Ashaya brought her grey wings closer to her body. She slowly lowered herself on the ground until her belly touched the frost kissed stone. A soft growl escaped her maw. Two years spent in this frozen wilderness still haven't made her belly any more resilient to the kiss of ice. It made sense. In a way, Ashaya despised ice. It was cold, bleak, stretching across the land too quickly. One day could be sunny and warm, coaxing the birds out of their nests and the prey out of its den. Then, the next night the air would freeze, covering everything back in frost.
She hated to be teased like that. Ashaya loved warmth more than an ordinary dragon had the right to, perhaps because her birthright. She was meant to nest in a temperate forest with abundant prey, not in the far mountains of the frost dragons.
The female snorted, gusts of puffy heat dispersing in the cold air. The past irritated her. It had an inevitability she couldn't control or change with the swipe of a paw or the blazing breath of her kin. She fixed her emerald eyes on the mountains. Wonderful. All that time spent thinking allowed that lazy ball of fire to descend under the jagged peaks, stealing the last source of light she had left.
Ashaya started licking her paw. She went along the curve of her snowy claws, tracing carefully between her toes. Paw licking was more a pleasure than a necessity to her. The black scales covering her body might have been smaller around her toes, yet their heat trapping capabilities retained the same sharpness carried by the bigger scales covering her chest and sides. They measured just a bit less than a claw, protecting her vital areas against the wrath of the elements. Her wings were also sensitive.
Ashaya placed her paw down, turning her snout upon her wing joint. The rolling warmth of her breath felt so good on the only scale-less part of her body. She slid her tongue along with a long stroke, closing her eyes, basking in the warmth traveling along her wing. Her tongue slowly traveled towards the membrane. The dragoness extended her wing further, picking up the speed of her licks. Too slow, and it would tickle. Too quick, and the pleasure would severely diminish.
She treated herself until her tongue grew cold, then closed her maw, pushing her nose into one of her paws. She liked how lithe her fingers were, not bulky and ugly like the rock dragons from her mother's tales. Ashaya missed her. She missed her whole family, along with the care-free life they had before the humans forced them to find new homes. Mother and Father flew to the west seas in search of new adventures, Arkanath, her vengeful brother, remained around, vowing to teach the humans a well deserved lesson, and Mirnehviir, her other nest mate just vanished. She learned a year later that he was still alive, roaming the temperate forests of the south.
And that was all she knew of her old family. That maybe they were alive, even if she hasn't seen them for two long years.
Nightfall will be upon us soon, she thought as she looked at the bruising sky. I should go back into the cave, but...I want to see him with my own eyes. To know that he's truly well. To see if his wings took him upon a proper path.
She battled the cold, keeping her wings tucked, her tail wrapped, and her paws pulled close under her belly until nightfall. The moon rose behind her mountain, casting its silvery light upon the snowy forest stretching at the foot of her domain. It looked rather beautiful from up here. Homely. Even comfortable. Perhaps it would have been an interesting experience to nest down there in the wilderness.
Ashaya just about started to debate with herself again when a form darkened the starlight. She perked her head, wings pressing closer, claws sliding along the stone. It was definitely a dragon, judging by the smell, but her own scent was far too potent to identify the intruder's gender.
Ashaya cocked her head, then roared with all her might. She expected the intimidating bellow of a male, yet all her ears picked was a weak, pathetic cry. Her heart swelled in her chest. She knew who that was. She slowly retreated a few steps back, allowing her visitor to approach. His form became bigger, yet hardly noticeable. Midnight scales covered his entire body, save for his belly and horns, which bore the grey nuance of stone.
Ashaya's tail swished playfully behind her. Her instincts urged her to greet the dragon prematurely, yet she waited, biding her time, waiting for him to make proper landing.
The dragon wanted to touch down on all four legs, but instead his claws skidded on the stone, sending him down on the ground like a heavy winged boulder.
"Grawwwrrrr..." a tired growl escaped between his teeth. "I knew I should have rested a bit more before...grrr..."
Ashaya gave him no reprieve. She pounced his exposed form, carefully grabbing around his neck and shoulders to avoid hurting his delicate wings. Then, she launched her slobbery tongue to the first place she found, licking her visitor with obvious affection.
"Enough," Mirn growled at her. "You're making this even more embarrassing for me."
"That's unfit of you, brother," Ashaya nuzzled along his neck until she found his muzzle. Then, she licked that too, making her brother's lips twist with discomfort. How could he still be shy, after all this time? She licked again, then again, entering one of his nostrils and even sliding briefly along his bared fangs before the male shoved her away to bury his head under a wing.
"Stop. Please stop. It's...I'm tired. I'm...I'm very..."
"Majestic. Strong. Quite catchy to the eye, if I may add," she walked around her brother, admiring his features. His horns lengthened more since the last time she saw him, acquiring a gentle curve at the tips, and the dark grey crest that ran from the top of his head all the way to his spaded tail tip almost doubled its size, growing into a beautiful membrane sort of thing. Ashaya never appreciated redundancy, being the plain dragon that she was, yet she still appreciated beauty when she saw it.
"Stop walking around me."
"Stop stop stop," she teased. "Is there anything you allow me to do, brother?"
"Yes!" he fanned his wings, looking at her with his crimson colored eyes. "How about you give me a bit of space? Or better, some meat to fill my belly. I've been flying for days, eating nothing but scraps, pushing my wings upon the brink of exhaustion!"
"Mirn..."
"What?" he brought his tail around his limp legs.
"Slow down a little. Winds brought you to my cave. You're safe."
"I don't feel safe from your eyes. You keep looking at me like Arkanath used to do when he wanted to fight. I hated fighting then. Still do."
"Would a tongue fight feel displeasing to you?" she reached for one of his paws, only to have it violently pulled from her reach.
"Don't. Please. Welcome me into your cave, or...turn around. I need my space, yes. Need some air."
Though it pained her to be rejected so rudely, the female acknowledged her brother's request. She walked inside the cave, keeping her finned tail tip close to her brother's legs.
"You're infuriating," Mirn growled. "I expected you to change, but you're still the same stubborn hatchling I grew up with."
"I have to make sure you'll not fly away from my reach."
"Like there's any room to turn," the male said. "I've seen burrows bigger than your lair."
"It's safe, brother. That's all that matters."
"To you, maybe. And keep this tail away, blazes take it!"
Ashaya growled.
"What? You're angry now?"
"Displeased is a better fit."
"Not matching your sky-high expectations, am I?"
"No, Mirn. I..." Ashaya paused in the most unfit place. Her brother's head pushed along her side, brushing her wing against the cold stone.
"Grrr."
"That was your fault," he hissed.
"I know."
"Then why aren't you moving?" he nudged insistently.
Was he so eager to be alone? Ashaya didn't know. The irritation brewing inside her chest turned into a bothersome feeling of rejection. She bowed her head, curling her tail around one of his legs, letting out a pained growl.
"I missed you, Mirn. For two long years I've been thinking of you, of the times we spent together, and I thought the feeling is reciprocated. Why do you keep pushing me away?"
Her brother was at a loss of words. He took a deep breath, then unleashed it upon her side before his warm snout took its place.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...this isn't who I usually am. Please, forgive me."
"Only if you give me the chance to."
The two dragons continued to make their way through the entrance tunnel. The cave soon widened into a longer corridor. Ashaya followed along the eastern arm. She could have shown Mirn the pelts she gathered from the fiercest predators inhabiting her territory.
Instead, she led him to her nesting chamber, a rather secluded part of her cave illuminated by the soft radiance of too many gems discarded gems.
"Are these human trinkets?" Mirn pushed a golden, gem encrusted bracelet along the ground with the tip of his snout.
"My mate's spoils," Ashaya walked towards her nest. It was big, fit for a dragon, built from twigs and pine needles underneath two layers of Grizzlemaw pelts. They were the fiercest bears around, a real treat for any dragon to hunt.
"His hunting skills extend farther than beasts then?" the male walked towards a metal shield, sniffing it a few times.
"They do. Wolves, eagles, harpies...none of them are as much of a threat to us like humans are."
"How?" the black dragon perked is head. "Do they really venture so far up north? It's madness."
"I can't be certain yet. My mate says he encountered a patrol a few moons ago."
"And you believed him?"
Ashaya flared her wings with indignation. "Why shouldn't I? He only wants to protect me. To protect our nest."
"I have no problems with defensive dragons, sister," Mirn pushed the shield towards a spear that matched its golden color. "It's only when they become aggressive that the humans start sending slayers to remove them."
Ashaya kept her maw shut. She never had a mind for killing. She climbed into her nest, nuzzled her three eggs, then lay next to them, covering her precious clutch under a broad wing.
"I can see you resent my words, but humans should never be underestimated. Like us, they seek to protect their own. Give them space. Let them build their settlements. You have bigger concerns than a few tree cutters venturing near your borders."
"Fitting," Ashaya's lips trembled as heat smoldered within her chest.
Mirn continued to inspect the trinkets, giving her space, allowing her temper to cool down.
But she didn't want to remain silent, not when her own brother stood up for the befouled creatures that shattered the unity of her family.
"What have you been doing these years, brother? I'm curious," she placed one forepaw over the other, staring at him with her icy gaze. "You never visited my territory, and from what I hear two whole seasons passed right between your claws. I'm not surprised, you know. No dragoness worth her hide would nest so close to human establishments, but you seem to favor their company."
"Ashaya, I-
"No," she cut him off. "I want to know. Did their mages manage to twist your mind? Are you in league with these monsters who wouldn't hesitate twice in slaying us?"
"They're not monsters."
"What then? Prey? Because I have troubles finding a fitting term for their filthy, corrupting race. Tell me of one other creature that destroys its territory like humans do."
"I won't continue this discussion," Mirn shook his head.
"Why not? Are you scared for your little midgets?"
"No!" Mirn growled, loud enough to eclipse any other sound. "I'm scared for you, sister. Terrified that your hot headed mate will unleash the flames of vengeance upon you. These trinkets..." he swiped them with his paws and tail until they were gathered in a sizable, brilliant pile. "How many humans has he slain to get them? Does your mate realize that every human he kills has its own family? There are fathers and mothers who will never return home to their hatchlings only because your mate has a fixation with shiny trinkets."
Ashaya's claws gripped into the furs. She was angry, but also scared of the truth spewing out from her brother's mouth.
"You dislike him," she said curtly.
"Yes," Mirn bowed his head.
"Why? Was he unkind to you? Did he try to usurp your territory?"
"No. It's not that," he started pacing around, wings fluttering with unease, tail swishing restlessly from one side to the other. "Your mate had always been too bold for my liking. Too eager to throw himself into danger. I never gave much thought about him because he was yours. You made a choice, he gave you a clutch, and that was it. My chance to persuade you was gone. I have no right to get between you two."
"You're right in that regard."
"I am," he threw her a quick glance before continuing his restless pacing. "And I'm also right about the humans. I don't hate your mate for pushing me around and constantly reminding me what a failure of a drake I turned out to be. I loathe him for the stories he tells. The tales of vengeance he says every time we meet. I hold no love for the humans, but by the sun's fiery light, I see no necessity in killing them like mindless prey!"
Ashaya remained stuck. She just watched her brother claw at the ground, trembling with the same eagerness that coursed through her veins. Was her mate really so driven in exterminating humans? No. He went out there to protect her. He was careful. He was good.
Why? Why was she suddenly feeling so much distrust towards him?
"I'm sorry."
Ashaya blinked. Mirn stood right in front of her. Of course. She often forgot he could sheathe his claws.
"I spoke too quickly. I'm sure he has his own reasons for doing what he does."
"Maybe..." Ashaya lifted a wing to reveal the three pale eggs. Each was the size of a forepaw, reaching almost to her wrist in height. "I want to believe my mate. He's my half, after all. Without him, this cave would have been bare, devoid of life, just like my belly."
She licked the eggs lovingly, soft growls escaping her maw every so often.
Mirn's snout approached, hesitant to touch the eggs until she gave him a warm lick along the side of his head.
"What was that for?"
"You're my brother, silly," she nuzzled into his neck. "I need no reason to love you."
"But you have reasons to hate me. I haven't spoken very kindly about the dragon who created these eggs. Kind of. It was you who held and laid them into this nest, and I'm sure-"
"Rrrrr..." Ashaya silenced him with a tender growl. "You get too loud when you become shy."
"I'm..., yes, I'm not very used to...to this..." Mirn's wings fluttered with embarrassment. He crawled back, looking away for a moment. He started licking his paws after that, clearly desperate for a moment of distraction.
"I can lead you to my sleeping chamber if you'd like. The wolf pelts will surely feel very comfortable to your soft paws."
"They're not that...soft..." he spoke quietly right as he dashed his tongue between two fingers. "But no," he placed his paw back on the ground. "I can't leave. Your mate will do horrible things to me if I leave you alone."
"Will he?"
"He made me promise four times that I will never stray away. I need to eat with you, play with you, relax near you, sleep with you, and...more. I can't remember right now," he scratched his side with a hind paw. "Basically I need to be a second parent to you. A weird kind of brother-father combination."
"Wing Guard suits just fine," Ashaya lifted one of her wings.
"What is that for?"
"To keep you warm? Unless you prefer an ice blanket over your scales, that is."
"I...that's..." Mirn's snout contorted with indecision before he gave out a loud sigh. "Looks so comfortable, even this shy drake can't resist."
Hesitant as always, the black dragon slowly crawled towards her, making her heart beat faster. He was rather striking in appearance. Yet instead of joining her side, the silly male nudged the eggs, looking at her with a worried expression plastered over his snout.
"What if I accidentally break them?"
"Just sit down."
"But the eggs..."
She swiped her tail across his hind legs. With a growl, Mirn lost his balance. Ashaya was quick to pull him towards her, causing the bumbling male to roll snuggly against her side.
"There," she licked his growly muzzle with a long, satisfied sweep. "You're all mine now."
"Whatever that's supposed to mean..."
Ashaya preferred to show him the benefits of cuddling instead of talking. She insisted on his snout for a couple more licks, then slowly descended along his neck. For a dragon that knew only the heat of his own tongue, Mirnehviir reacted surprisingly stoic, maintaining his composure throughout the whole nuzzling massage Ashaya put him through.
He seemed to be made of stone, until her moistened tongue slid between the curling fingers of a front paw.
"Ticklish?" she looked up at his squirming snout, then pushed her tongue along his palm once again.
Mirn's claws came out of their hiding, hard, sharp, unyielding. He flexed all of them, giving Ashaya free reign to lick wherever she pleased.
"Please..." his paw shivered and shook.
"Please what?" the dragoness nudged the central part, which was actually the most sensitive spot of his paw.
"Lick somewhere else!" the drake hissed with obvious desperation.
Ashaya pulled back. She wanted to please, not pester him, so she climbed along his wing joint, intent on treating his beautiful membrane with a series of well deserved licks.
His wing jerked in her face as soon as she touched it.
"Sensitive.Too...sensitive..."
"You never licked your wings before?" Ashaya pulled back in surprise.
"I did... a little bit," the male looked towards the ground. "And then I stopped because of the damned tickles."
"You've been missing a lot of joy. Grooming my wings always relaxes me," Ashaya demonstrated on her own dark grey wing. "Try it," she nudged her brother. "Lick me a few times. See if I shudder like you."
Mirn dashed an uncertain lick. Then another, and another, until his tongue slid out of its own accord along the soft membrane. Closing his eyes, he gave himself to the pleasure of grooming, cleansing the sensitive membrane until Ashaya panted with delight.
"I'm-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
The drake's crimson eyes crossed when a wet, loving lick slid right between his nostrils.
Ashaya slowly pulled her tongue back, nuzzling him lovingly. "For such a young male, you hold a lot of regrets inside you."
"I blame my neighbors. They aren't very friendly."
"Then leave," she licked him again. Mirn was clearly uncomfortable with such intimate display, shifting his head to the side, allowing her access to his jaw. "Come here in the north. Come closer to me."
A soft, steady rumble flared within his throat. "I...I can't... I like my home. The forest. I can't just leave like the rest of you did."
"What keeps you?" Ashaya said between licks, stopping only when her brother pulled away.
"I wish not to talk about it right now. It will ruin an already embarrassing moment."
Ashaya would have slapped some sense into him if he wasn't so worked up. His breath was quick and uneven, and she heard his pounding heart right through the hard scales protecting his chest. She draped a wing over him, intent to keep him comfortable, yet the gesture had the opposite effect on the young male.
"I should go."
"No. Not until I inspect the rest of you."
"Is there any place of me you haven't poked or licked?"
"I can think of a few," Ashaya said teasingly while her brother covered himself with his tail, his wing, whatever he could to make himself look small.
"That was a very stupid thing to say."
"Not for me. Now let me see those hind paws you keep hiding there."
"I....grrrhh...do you really want to... oh, flame's blazing heat, I really can't keep you away, can I?"
"Not this time, brother."
Mirn's paws trembled with discomfort even before she approached. Ashaya knew the real reason for his anxieties. She smelled it ages ago, yet that didn't diminish the pleasure of being in such close proximity to her brother's most sensitive of places. She ignored the damp walls of his slit and the dark protrusion poking through the bulged rift, instead focusing on the soft padded feet he kept tucked near his belly. Oh, how she loved to feel the cushy softness greet her tongue. They felt so puffy, like clouds on a warm summer day, and she loved coaxing his claws out of hiding.
"Are you done yet?"
"Almost," Ashaya blew a gust of warmth upon his cock.
The dragon tensed, his tail shifting around and his legs trembling from the pleasure inflicted upon his maleness.
"I have one last thing to do."
"Then do it fast before GRAAAAAAWWWRRR!" The startled male kicked her with the might of an avalanche.
Ashaya was prepared for such outcome. She rolled on her side, gripping him between her four legs, licking her lips from the delightful tastes she acquired.
"Never...never do that again."
"Never is such a long time," she teased.
"I mean it!" the male growled. "There are certain...rules...certain boundaries we must respect."
"Amusing, how you talk about respecting rules," she gave him a fond stroke along his neck. "I remember you humping me without restraint when our parents went out hunting."
Mirn's frills became hot with embarrassment. "I can't believe you remember that."
"It was only two years ago. Or do you still think I forgot when you first tasted me in the middle of the night?"
"That was...it doesn't count! I was young, stupid, exerting no measure of control over my instincts."
"And when you took yourself inside your maw?"
"Grrrr," Mirn seethed in her embrace. "Please let me go. Please. I'll do anything."
"Like...giving me another taste of your-"
"No! Absolutely not! I'll let you play with my paws, grab my tail, anything but that."
"Agreed," Ashaya relinquished her grasp.
A tail wasn't so bad. After all, it was unreasonably sensitive, and the closer she approached towards the origins, the more Mirn shifted and churned. He was only halfway out of his slit, yet already spilling more ooze than an aroused male ready to pierce his mate. A sizable quantity gathered under his cock, spreading his scents around the cave.
Ashaya was more than pleased to inhale his aroma. She was a hot mess down there too, yet she didn't want to lick herself in front of Mirn. No...she wanted him to do it. After all, her own tongue never felt quite as satisfying as another dragon's. Especially her brother's. She fondly remembered how voraciously he licked her glisten during his young adulthood. If it wasn't for their parents untimely visit, they would have probably mated.
"I'm done," Ashaya pulled her paws and snout back. "You're free to roam wherever you wish."
"That's a relief," Mirn sighed.
He didn't get up though. Ashaya blamed his erection. She waited until it slowly retreated back, expecting her brother to get up at any moment.
He still remained there, staring absent mindedly at the tunnel stretching ahead of him.
"You miss your home?" Ashaya nuzzled along his shoulder.
"No. I was thinking of you, actually," the black dragon turned his head around, surprising her with a lick along her forehead. "You're a very...fine dragoness, Ashaya. Probably the first who mated. I know I wasn't lucky with finding my mate and I'm pretty sure our other brother shares the same misfortune."
"Where is he flying now?"
"I don't know," Mirn said. "But I'm glad my wings took me to your cave. I...I missed you," he said, licking her a second time. "Maybe more than I'm willing to admit."
This wasn't her usually shy brother. Ashaya pushed her tail under his, then slowly coiled around him, surprised that Mirn allowed himself to be embraced so intimately. His wing extended, sliding over hers, and he pushed his snout into her neck, growling, nibbling, licking her with unrestrained affection.
Ashaya growled with delight. She flexed her claws, shivering as warm, tender heat rushed along her body. "Mirn, I think your ice is starting to melt."
He continued his delightful treatment until he reached her paws. He laid his heavy head on top of them, panting like a beast after a chase.
"Tired already?" Ashaya treated his crest with a couple of licks. "Come. You still have four paws, a wing, and a tail to go through."
"Please don't make me do that."
"Not unless you want to."
"I would," he tilted his head, staring at her with a crimson eye. "I would lick every scale on your body if my urge to do something more than licking wasn't so damn persistent."
"Shall I give you time to treat your male problems?"
"No...no... don't leave. I like your warmth...your touch...your tongue..." Mirn slowly closed his eyes. "They all feel so good. Make me wish...I had a mate of my own."
There was obvious pain in his voice. Even regret. Ashaya felt bad for him. A male in his prime deserved more than wasting his life away secluded in a human infested forest. She coiled her neck around, placing her head on top of his horns. The crave to lick him down there pestered her too. She might have laid a clutch, yet her desire to taste a potentially receptive mate was still pestering her, along with the urge to produce more offspring.
Ashaya closed her eyes. Such thoughts were dangerous to pursue, so she allowed her senses to focus on the soothing sound of her brother's steady breath.
Ashaya couldn't sleep, and by the looks of it, neither could Mirn. He crawled away from her embrace sometime later, walking around, his paws barely making a sound on the stone floor. The sound of falling drops begged Ashaya to open her eyes, but she didn't. Her nostrils already painted a good picture of what kept her brother awake. He was hard, aroused, dripping with the desire to mate.
Yet something kept him here, near her. Whether it was duty or attraction, Ashaya couldn't tell. She remained limp as a stone, keeping her wings from twitching too often. She wanted to see what her brother would do next.
Mirn padded closer to her. His warm breath fell upon her head at first. He sniffed inquisitively, sailing along her neck, passing her wing, stopping right near the source of her own problem.
Ashaya tried not to twitch as hot puffs of air assaulted her lower belly, making her slit shudder and knead with desire. After a few quick whiffs, Mirn pulled back, his soft hissing displaying all the qualities of a potent snarl.
He liked her smell. Perhaps even wanted her.
The dragoness' limbs tensed with lust when his snout prodded along her side. Mirn touched her leg, pulled back quickly, then hissed, his hot breath returning near her nethers.
The lustful drake couldn't hold himself back for long. With a soft padded paw, he sneaked under her flank, pushing her clawed leg along the stone until the sizeable gap allowed for his snout to pass through.
Ashaya held her breath. Battering heat fell upon her slit. Then, like a thunderbolt, something wet, hard, and incredibly warm slid along her rift, sending ripples of pleasure into her depths. She muffled her growl as much as she could, yet remnants of her pleasure still rumbled in her chest.
Mirn didn't stop. He dabbed with the tip of his tongue at her walls, licking the sticky juices with audible slurps before his aroused instincts pushed him deeper. He sank between inside her rift, spreading her apart with his big, muscular tongue, stimulating her more than she could handle.
Ashaya couldn't hold this one back. Her wings jerked in their joints, and she kicked hard, falling onto her side just when the globes of liquid heat poured out of her heated passage.
"Grawwrrrhhhh!" she bit and snapped at the air.
"Rawrrhhh raaahhhh!" Mirnehviir joined her, his passionate growl dwarfing hers. His snout was a twitching, snarling mess of saliva and female arousal, and the poor drake struggled to clean himself off the evidence.
He froze when his blood red eyes met Ashaya's.
"Grar!" he jerked back on his limbs, using his wings to steady himself. "You...you saw? I mean you felt? I mean... grarrr!" he growled louder, pouring his fears and frustrations into that sizzling, rumbling sound that filled the whole cave.
He didn't lament for long. Two leaps brought him back into her embrace, a storm of affection and lust that treated her neck even better than her mate.
"Mirn..."
"No, please," he pulled back. "Let me explain."
"There's nothing to explain. You had a craving, and you satisfied it."
"It's more than that. This need. It's wild...feral. And I can't tame it, no matter how hard I try!"
"Then don't."
"What?" his eyes widened with surprise, concern, pleasure and hope.
"Give into it. Don't suppress who you are, Mirn."
"But I'm your brother..."
"You're a male. A very aroused one, by the smell of it."
"This is so embarrassing..."
Ashaya pushed her head under his chin, lifting him up. "I never understood why you are so shy around me. We hatched from the same clutch, brother. We grew, lived, hunted together. Why shouldn't we explore this bond further? Why shouldn't we mate?"
Mirn was apprehensive. "It feels wrong. You already have a mate. Blazes, his eggs are a wingspan away from us, and you're saying you want me? You deserve better."
Ashaya held onto him, preventing him from fleeing. "You're the best dragon I know, Mirn. Good, kind, affectionate, and yes, a bit too shy, but..."
"Irrational and stupid for bothering you to this extent. I should leave."
"No, Mirn," she licked around his jaw, flaring the lust smoldering within his chest. "Stay. Lick me. Mate. You remained alone for far too long already..."
The male had an impossible time resisting against the barrage of stimuli launched at his senses. On one side, he was licked by a female's warm tongue, while on the other her fertile scents literally teased the cock out of his slit. With a needy moan, he got onto his trembling paws.
Ashaya exposed herself to him. On her back, with her wings flared on the ground and her hind legs spread on either side, she allowed Mirn to gaze upon the most secluded part of a female's anatomy.
He licked his snout at the sight of her damp folds parting before him. Slowly, he lowered his head, sniffing with abandon until his mind was claimed by the raw desire to taste his first female. His nostrils were close. So close...
Then, in a moment, his tongue pierced her sweet, sensitive folds.
Ashaya tensed her jaws, kicking at the air and slapping her tail around as she was penetrated by her brother's muscular tongue. Mirn was no longer the shy male dabbing at her sex. He pressed his snout right into her folds, stimulating her with his hot breath, tickling her with the fragile scales layering his trembling lips.
Then, lick by lick, he sunk his tongue into her flooded depths to draw out the fire burning inside her belly. Ashaya was paralyzed with pleasure. She watched with strained eyes and tense, hissing jaws how Mirn ate her out with utter abandon. Her fluids squelched along her slit, making a mess all over his lips on the way in to his hungry maw. Pressed against her, the male drank her juices to his heart's liking.
And he savored every drop, judging by how hard his cock tensed with every lick. Shards of precum shot out of his cock to splash onto the stone underneath. They soon became harder, stickier, spreading the distinct fragrance of seed upon the air.
Ashaya wanted it. He wanted his big, hard, fertile member buried within her intimate folds. She let her brother savor her juices until her heat build up. Then, when she tethered on the brink of eruption, she sent the hungry male staggering back.
"Graaah....raaarrrrhhh," Mirn snarled with lust before unleashing his tongue upon her head.
He was everywhere, licking, nibbling, grabbing her with his paws, teeth, whatever he had in his arsenal. Ashaya never felt so loved, so...wanted. When her maw spread to reciprocate the affection, Mirn invaded her mouth, tickling the roof of her mouth and sliding his femcum dripping tongue along hers, sharing the bounty of tastes he acquired.
Ashaya pulled back, growling with need. She wanted something more. Something that could satisfy her senses down to their very core.
"Mate me, Mirn," she spread herself along the ground, offering herself to him completely.
Mirn needed no encouragement. He was upon her rift within moments, savoring her rich tastes with three fond tongue strokes before he straddled her form. His paws were the first to slam on the ground next to her shoulders. Then, his wings started beating the air, steadying his balance while his onyx member descended upon her nethers.
The thick drops of cloudy precum teased Ashaya until the tip of his cock met her gender. She didn't have time to enjoy it. As soon as he felt warmth around his cock, Mirnerviir thrust, allowing his bulged head to sink right through his sister's hot, dripping folds.
Ashaya's throat smoldered with feral might as her brother spread her apart with his rod. His bulged head sank in without issues, but the hard ridges that followed behind allowed her no reprieve. One by one they pushed into her flesh, tickling her insides so quickly they rippled and shuddered under the battering waves of sheer pleasure.
Mirnehviir's kept sliding in, pushing his hips down until their soaked slits met.
"Graaaaarrr!" he roared in her face, licking with his slobbery tongue, grabbing with his trembling teeth.
Ashaya added her own volatile hiss into the mix. She felt strained by his rock hard member. Filled by the many ridges she sheltered between her walls. Her mate had a simple, tapered member that slid in and out without issues.
Mirn was something else. At the far end of his cock lay a bulge harder and broader than any other. It grew inside her, throbbing, expanding, just like a cock.
Before Ashaya's dazed senses made any sense of it, her brother pulled out, raking her with his delightful ridges.
The dragoness threw her head back. It felt too good. Too intense for her dazed senses.
Mirn pushed himself, spearing her with his cock for a second time. Ashaya couldn't hold herself back from unleashing her passion this time. She never took such a perfect cock inside her until now. The way it slithered its way past her muscles, taunting them, stretching them was beyond anything she imagined.
Then, Mirn's thrusts picked up, pounding her battered folds with a quickness that took her breath away.
Ashaya's claws curled hard. Shaky breaths rolled out of her constricting maw while her body trembled without her accord. Her heart was a thundering storm inside her chest, fueling her muscles with molten lava, adding to the unbearable heat growing inside her overly stimulated gender. She pushed her tongue out, panting wildly under the sizzling mixture of growls and moans resurfacing from her throat.
Mirn suddenly grabbed her neck. Ashaya growled. Her paws instinctively grabbed around him, sinking their claw tips between the hard scales covering his back. Trapped in such a dominating embrace, Ashaya's instincts rammed into her with the force of an untamed storm, pushing her heat past any limits she knew.
She was just about to roar out her great climax before Mirn slammed his whole length through her quivering passage. Her body froze, then convulsed with a quaking shock when that hard, rounded, heated protrusion flanking the base of his cock penetrated her sanctuary, stretching her wider than ever.
Untamed ripples climbed through her legs. Her toes spread apart, her wings stretched in their joints...
And with a loud, sizzling roar, Ashaya let loose her unbridled passion. A tide of hot fluids washed over Mirn's cock, bathing him moments before her strong muscles clamped his member into the hottest embrace he ever felt.
The male bit hard into her neck, exploding inside her like a volcano.
"Urrrrr... haarrrrr!" he moaned with great pleasure while his seed burst from his throbbing cock.
Ashaya flapped her wings, twitching and grabbing while the wild heat of her orgasm washed over her. Mirn unloaded his seed hard and fast, each spurt stronger than the last.
It felt too good, for a male like him to mate for the first time. He started thrusting shakily. There was no strength left in his legs, and his cock was too deeply buried to have any room to wriggle. Ashaya grabbed harder to steady him.
Yet the male's legs collapsed, slamming their slits together. Both dragons roared and thrashed on the ground, consumed by the thrill of mating. Ashaya kneaded at his cock, milking it hard for the precious load it carried. Her brother was more than eager to relinquish his seed. He kept moaning and licking her, showering her with affection while the tides of seed made sure to impregnate each and every last one of her eggs.
For Ashaya, his eagerness to spill his seed kept her on a constant edge. She rolled from one orgasm into the other, bathing her brother's cock with everything she had, absorbing his essence deeper into her womb. His hard protrusion did such a perfect job at keeping everything inside. Only weak squirts escaped on her dark scales, an insignificant amount of fertile slime compared to the sea of seed filling her belly.
Stubborn and strong, Ashaya kept her brother inside until his powerful growl smoldered into weaker moanes. She licked his glistening fangs, his nose, his lips, soothing him during the aftermath of a most intense mating.
"I'm done..." he said softly.
"You're not going anywhere," Ashaya said.
"But I have no more left in me. I gave you everything I had!"
"Did you?"
The male dropped his head on her neck, growling in defeat. He knew there was no way out for him, and Ashaya wrapped her wings around his form. He was hers, and she intended to keep his perfect cock inside for as long as she could before it retreated from her embrace.
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