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The dragon reservation basked in the fiery breath of late May. Not a wisp dared mar the sapphire expanse above. High in this breathtaking realm, not far from the border bristling with anti-aircraft guns, an airship held dominion. The leviathan of human ingenuity. Its elongated form, a balloon adorned with propellers, resembled a majestic sky serpent. Below, a gondola swayed gently like a cherished pendant. Yet, the true treasure resided within.

Each passenger was immediately enveloped in an intimate yet vibrant ambiance of rich, muted tones, sinuous lines, and motifs of vines, flowers, and peacock feathers. The dark wood walls and furniture were adorned with gleaming brass, and a handmade rug carpeted the floor. At the heart of the grand, luxurious room stood a table and chairs, accompanied by a bar counter and wide windows draped with velvet curtains. The room culminated in a control cabin with a steering wheel and a dozen levers. Every element, from the chair legs to the altimeter, was aesthetically pleasing and practical, epitomizing the Art Nouveau style.

On the subject of passengers. An amateur might mistake the scene for a group of male chimps being escorted indoors, but naturally, we wouldn't describe The Republic's future elite that way. The passengers, dubbed the crew, were four State University students with exams looming in a month. Yet, such grim prospects didn't faze them now, they were savoring life in their uniquely chaotic style.

At the helm was Enzo, a thin, tipsy young man of tall stature, wearing a captain's cap on backwards. The gramophone was playing a dirty song to which Philippe, a fellow student, was trying to dance and drink whisky at the same time. Jean, fueled by a strong cocktail, embarked on a solo adventure with a well-worn magazine. It was a journey best left unmentioned in polite company. And the last was Michel with a bottle in his hand, dressed in the robes of the Church of Techno-Evolution and with the sacred cogwheel on his cock. He gave a buffoonish sermon:

• You're all spoilt! There's no salvation for you! You're all filthy shit! You sir and you, and even...

In other words, the young gentlemen were having a decent time and were sure they would not be disturbed. How naive.

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Suddenly the gondola swayed slightly, then its double carved doors swung open. A green dragon sat on the small outside balcony, clutching the railing. It stuck its long-necked head in, wearing aviator goggles on a strap.

• Ahoy there!

All four of them looked at each other and froze. Philippe was the first to wake.

• Dragons! Dragons are attacking! We're being boarded! - he shouted, running to the box with the revolver.

The dragon ducked quickly and fell backwards into the void.

A shot rang out.

• Hydrogen!!! Stop shooting you fucking retard! - Enzo shouted.

Philip, trying to justify himself, pointed his revolver guiltily towards the open doors.

• Are you out of your mind? You want us to fucking blow up? Gimme that damn thi...

Enzo stumbled and accidentally twisted the steering wheel. The gondola jerked violently and he fell on the levers, destabilising the airship completely. One of the engines roared loudly and the level of roll was starting to become dangerous. Bottles were falling, a gramophone needle squeaked off a record and the students screamed in terror thinking they were falling and it was the end.

After a few circles, the dragon, fed up with the pitiful sight, flew back inside. First it threw the revolver overboard in one decisive motion. Then, clinging to the details of the interior with its wings, it approached Enzo, who was trapped in the system of the hydraulic pipes, then quickly pulled a couple of levers and, overcoming the resistance, turned the steering wheel, straightening the aircraft.

Slowly realising that the crisis had passed, all the passengers, some on foot and some crawling, crowded around the bar, looking anxiously at the green dragon silently sitting there dog-like. It was the size of a medium horse and took up a lot of space. It had a bag strapped to its hip, on its forepaws were long fingerless gloves of thick leather, on its hind paws it had fingerless boots of a similar design.

Finally, it was interim captain Enzo who plucked up the courage to step forward.

• And who the fuck are you?

• My name is Lady Evur. Aviator, navigator and cartographer at your service. - She bared her teeth slightly, the expression on her long, scaly muzzle somehow unconsciously conveying a sarcastic smirk.

Not yet realising that the dragoness was speaking in human language he continued angrily shouting questions.

• We're off your reservation! By what right did you attack us? Do you know who my father is? Do you know what he's gonna do to you?

• Not only do I know who your daddy is, but I also know he gonna fuck you in the arse personally if he finds out that you hijacked his dirigible. Not to mention everything else.

With a flourish, the dragoness raised her paw, displaying a golden ring with a cogwheel on her gloved finger. The same emblem adorned the helm, the backs of chairs and many stylish mosaic glass lamps.

Enzo raised his finger and opened his mouth to speak, but when he saw the emblem he stammered, his eyes reflected all the injustice of the world that was being directed at him personally at that moment.

• Are they accepting dragons into their fucking sect now?

Someone's hands pulled him back into the crowd. Jean began to whisper loudly to his mates.

• I know who that crazy lizard is. She's not from the reservation, she's Dupayr's house favourite pet. If she tells the old man, we're fucked.

• Shit!

• What the hell does she want here?

• We're gonna be sent to a military school.

• Just take that damn thing off your dick, I'm begging you.

• It's not taking off!

The whispering continued for another ten seconds, and then Enzo took the floor again. This time, however, there was a note of surrender in his voice.

• Listen Lady..

• Evur - Jean hissed at him.

• We haven't done you any harm - Enzo continued, throwing an angry glance at Philippe - Why? What do you want from us? We were just having fun, that's all.

• Yeah! - The others agreed in unison.

• What do I want? Pretty much the same thing as you. - She sighed - All right, let's get it straight. It's dragon mating season, you're near the reservation border, that wonderful telescope with the stabiliser by the window - she took off her goggles, revealing green eyes with vertical slits - and you don't look like young astronomy nerds to me. And I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you won't see anything here, the real show is two hours away near the mountain. So, do... - noticing that she was speaking in total silence, she flapped her tail lightly on the rug and flapped her wings. - Oh come on guys, don't be such pussies. I'm not gonna rat you out, I was only kidding. I just wanted to drop by for a visit, who knew you'd start shooting? By the way - she took a small box out of her hip bag and threw it on the table - I'm not empty-pawed.

As they guessed the contents of the box, smiles of relief appeared. It was clear that they were dealing with neither a brute nor a zealot, and their once murky future now seemed refreshingly clear.

-What do we have here? - the dragon carefully place one of the records in the gramophone and set the needle on it.

We're the connoisseurs of crime,

Artful dodgers with a flair,

Why pinch a purse for pennies,

When Da Vinci's everywhere?

We don't steal your nickels,

Your dimes or your cents,

We smuggle in the sculptures,

Like it's fine incense!*

• I love this song so much. So, do you need me to show you where the mountain is, Captain.. eh.. What were your names again?

* Full song if anyone wants to get into the vibe - link to suno.com

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Before long, the mood lifted and the party was back in full swing. The guys were no longer fazed by the scaly creature on the carpet. In their eyes, she was strikingly different from the proud and cruel dragons and was a social butterfly. They sang along to the gramophone, guzzled whiskey, and traded dirty jokes. When the guys danced on the ornate table, she clapped along cheerfully. She even knew her way around a deck of cards. Lady Evur, who spoke in a deep bass to the drakes, switched to a slightly feminine voice with humans.

Time flew by.

Philippe, who was hugging a fallen chair, handed the bottle to the dragoness, who took it with a wing-claw, his eyes cloudy with alcohol.

• S-sis, I...I didn't mean t' shoot ya, I was j-j-just scared, ya know? P-please f'give me - he slurred, stumbling over his words.

• Forget it, you're not the first, you won't be the last - she poured a shot glass and elegantly filled it into her maw.

• Ladies and gentlemen, we're coming up, I can already see them - Enzo announced.

Michel went to adjust the telescope.

• You're right, we've come to peek, that's for sure. But why do you wanna do that? You can just fly to them, I'm sure you have all the documents - Jean asked.

• C'mon man, just leave 'er be... Maybe it's her thing, y'know?

• No, they just don't really want me there.

• Why not? Do they think you're some kind of dragonkind traitor?

• It's not that. It's just.. I'm too human for them I guess.

• Over there! Over there! Come and see.

The telescope angled downwards, revealed everything in vivid detail. By the mountain, where the warm air-currents rise, dragons of all colours soared in synchrony, performing graceful aerobatics. Some held their paws, others entwined tails, while the true masters never touched, each vying for their partner's admiration. Two dragons fell like stones, then suddenly veered apart and reunited in a wild aerial ballet. Below, in the clearing, many dragons descended to indulge in carnal pleasures. Females crouched, raising their tails high, while males stood on their hind legs and grasping their necks with teeth to initiate the act. More creative pairs lay on the ground with wings-spread and the partner would sit on top of them. There were also two gay males that switched positions frequently and a trio of lesbian females engaging with their tongues. Such behaviour, normally frowned upon, was embraced in this special time and place. In this springtime haven, shame had no place.

Lady Evur had little interest in the show and quickly yielded the eyepiece to the next in line. Her real purpose was decidedly mundane: she was on a pragmatic quest for a May partner. It wasn't about vexing the reservation community, with whom she had plenty of shady dealings. Besides, her beauty ensured she'd find a match quickly. Her real problem? Only humans, not dragons, aroused her. Navigating the cultural and political maze to find such a mate was a Herculean task. Sometimes, she devised clever schemes, like dating the author of a knight-and-dragon series. More often, she relied on sheer luck. This time, luck meant hitching a ride on the dirigible of the Church of Techno-Evolution, which she often piloted.

"Well, let's get to fishing" the dragoness thought and licked her lips. She scrutinised the reaction of the groin area of the guys who were looking through the telescope.

"Poor shot Philippe - nop"

"Jean. Crazy lizard pet? Fuck you too - nop"

"Michel the blasphemer. Still hasn't bothered to cover himself - nah, he's sluggish too"

Finally Enzo came up to the telescope and stuck his tongue out slightly as he watched.

"Hard-a-starboard Enzo. Come on, come on.. come on.. Hooked it!"

A bulge was clearly growing on his roomy shorts. Reflexively, he arched his back a little, trying to hide it.

Squinting her eyes, the green dragon rolled from her side to her stomach in relief and stretched relaxed, the hunter smelling a trail. She was pleased that her prey was the very Enzo himself. He was the most attractive of the four.

"Dicks don't lie"

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• They fly pretty good, don't they? We call it heavenly dance. For us, a regular flight is like your sprint turning into a marathon. The mountains are another story, it's a real pleasure to fly in the rising air flows.

Although the students and especially Enzo were more interested in the tangles of intertwined scaly dragon bodies on the grass, the skill of flying was really mesmerising.

• Hey Enzo, you'd probably dream of flying like them yourself, wouldn't you? Just jump off and fly wherever you please. Wind in your face. Freedom. It's an indescribable experience.

• Yeah, that'd be nice. I'll let you know if I sprout any wings and feathers.

• Right, wings are a bit of a problem.

Enzo was so fascinated by the telescope that he didn't pay attention to the sounds of the panel opening and the clinking of metal against cloth. Suddenly something was roughly but firmly thrust through his arms. There was a metallic click.

• Wha.. Hey! What are you doing?

He felt some straps tighten around him.

• I'm so glad you've agreed to fly. Come on. - The dragon deftly pulled on her flight goggles and walked over to the double doors to swing them open again. The rumble of the wind grew louder.

• Wait I haven't.. What do you mean by flying? Hey! HEY! Wait wait WAIT! AHHHHH! Guys! GUYS! HEEELP! Are you all INSANE?! What the FUCK are you laughing at? This isn't funny anymoooore!

The dragoness was on her hind legs, pushing the stumbling guy straight towards the gateway to the void. He tried to resist, but how could he cope with such a mountain of muscle? When there was only one step to the abyss, she stopped and put her head on his shoulder looking at the midday sun.

• I've never been skydiving before!

• Don't worry I'll back-stop you.

She pulled the human flight goggles over his head, gripped his waist firmly with her front paws, her wings and tail pressed against the floor, then she froze as if in hesitation.

• Please don't..

Her body straightened like a spring and Enzo flew forward and then down like a stone from a catapult.

• FUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuu...

• I'll be in a couple of hours.

The dragon jokingly saluted the three humans, who grinned at the absurdity of the scene, and leapt after him.

Jean immediately went to the telescope and began to watch their fall with interest.

• Where are they flying to? - Michel asked.

• Where do you think they are flying to? To some woods to fuck, where else. - Without taking his eyes off the eyepiece, Jean answered casually.

Michel pondered realising the meaning of what had been said, a dragoness as a love trophy is a...

• Hey wai-wait! Guys! I jus' remember'd, there's her box of... you know... we havn't opened it yet.

• Party fuel!

• Shall we leave them a bit?

• Naturally. We're gentlemen, after all.

---

"Oh, I've forgotten to tell him about the ring, what a silly girl I am."

She hadn't forgotten.

The dragon folded her wings and dived like a hawk at the body tumbling in the air, spreading her forepaws.

It wasn't too difficult to catch a prey on the fly, leather gloves gripped the man tightly under the armpits.

• Arms out to the side, eyes forward and don't move! - Lady Evur shouted into his ear, blocking out the roar of the wind.

Her shoulder webbing, which started at the base of the wings and ended at the elbows, alternately tightened and loosened, straightening their position. At the rate she was falling, and especially with the extra weight she was carrying, a full opening of her wings would result in immediate dislocation and disaster. So she only opened them only slightly, gradually reducing the speed of their fall. Now their free fall was transformed into gliding flight.

Enzo looked around, the dragon's chest and neck stretched out above him. Her paws held him very tightly, but he didn't feel any pain, rather he felt a kind of confidence and security in the hardness of her clawed fingers. His body seemed to lose weight, his hair fluttering in the rushing air, the sun shining brightly though it was cold.

Then he looked down, but far from frightening him, the sight thrilled him. It was as if they were suspended in mid-air, nothing moving, everything below so small, so toy-like. The mountain, tiny dots of flying dragons, hills, forests, the border of the reservation and the anti-aircraft units guarding it, stony meadows covered with wild flowers and herbs, the wind whipping waves across them as if on the sea.

The dragon began to turn. She wanted to show the man her world, a world of absolute freedom of flight. Noticing that Enzo was already quite calm, she decided to cheer him up a bit by doing a barrel roll and then a split S. Of course, she couldn't do anything complicated like a loop-de-loop, and there was no need for it. The man passed the test with dignity and didn't even scream. He looked up at the sky for a second and saw the silhouette of an airship moving away from him.

Then they glided for another 20 seconds or so.

• We're about to speed up. Ready?

He nodded his head. The dragoness turned her body downwards into a dive, they gained speed but quickly lost altitude. The rumble of the air became a roar, and the surface began to grow faster. But the dragoness acted so confidently that it gave the man confidence as well. Suddenly he felt that the weight of his body, which had been lost, began to grow heavier and heavier. The dragon's paws clenched even tighter and shook a little under the strain. They changed pitch angle and seemed to fly upwards a little, then stabilised and continued gliding flight.

The dragon's chest inflated and deflated, the manoeuvre was clearly hard on her.

• Enzo! Look at your chest! There's a red ring with a cable in the pouch on your left! When I let you go, count to three and pull it. Got it? Now!

She released her paws carefully, not wanting to change the man's position, and flew off. Soon a small orange parachute slipped out of the pack and pulled out a large white one. It opened with a loud plop and turned into a beautiful round dome. The dragon opened her wings as well, the rush of air stretching her webbing painfully. She had long since chosen the right clearing to land in, and now, according to her calculations, they should have landed there.

• Can I control it?!

• You'd better not! Just relax and enjoy the ride.

They descended slowly to the ground, the man just hanging on by the straps, recovering from the adventure, and she just flying around him in circles.

It was indeed an unusual experience for Lady Evur, as a dragon, though raised among humans, it was still bizarre to see these amusing creatures in the sky, but at the same time she was fascinated by the engineering talent of their kind. They seemed to be able to compensate for any of their flaws with technology. There was another line of thought in her mind. They had danced in the sky, all properly, so this male was rightfully hers today.

The slow and steady descent gave Enzo's body a pleasant warmth. He was alive, his parachute had opened, he was no longer in danger and the surface, no longer threatening, was getting closer. He smiled. But the dragoness had no time for smiles.

"Oh crap, he doesn't know how to land. He'll probably break his legs. I'll have to catch him."

Figuring out the direction of the wind and flapping her wings vigorously, she landed first. Then, guessing where the man would fall, she stood on her hind paws and spread her forepaws. She didn't press her tail or wings into the ground to avoid being broken but simply balanced herself like a spring ready to be squeezed.

• Catch!

Enzo landed right on her plated chest. She hissed and collapsed to the ground, but stood on her wing, got up quickly and began to detach the parachute system from the man lying on the ground. Then she took off his goggles and ruffled his hair with a glove. Her playful face looked down at him, covering the sun.

-Nice landing! Glad to see you didn't turn into a pancake.

He smirked back and just looked up at the sky.

While Lady Evur spent about ten minutes carefully putting the parachute back into the pack, Enzo sat on the warm grass. Birds were singing, the smell of lilacs was in the air.

• How are we gonna get out of here?

• Don't worry about that. We'll go into the forest, my bivouac is not far away. We'll eat and rest there, then I'll fly back to the airship and bring it down to this clearing. Then you and your friends can fly home, and I... Well, I still have a few things to do here.

• It's gonna be hard for you to reach that height again.

• Who has it easy now?

---

They walked through the clearing and the thin forest in silence. Lady Evur was pleased with the resolution of her successful scheme; she had never danced with a human before, and it wasn't bad for the first time. And the spinning gears in Enzo's head were still unable to decide whether the experience had been terrific or terrifying. On the one hand he'd now tell his fellow students at The University about his fearless parachute jump (they wouldn't believe he flown next to a dragon anyway), but on the other, he felt that his tightly clenched anal sphincter wouldn't relax any time soon. He only came to his senses as they approached the bivouac.

• Do you really know my father? - He was the first to break the long silence.

• Of course I do. He's a good man and a dedicated member of our Church. You know, a lot of humans think of someone like me as a soulless animal. A beast. Techno-evolutionists argue that intelligence per se takes precedence over the shape of its vessel.

• Oh, spare me. And for the record, your own kind are no better in this regard.

• Much worse, take my word for it. There are so many arrogant drake-pricks out there, especially the elder ones. I just can't stand those snobbish smugs. - Enzo turned and raised an eyebrow in surprise - Did you think I was some sort of dragonkind patriot or something? I'm loyal only to my beloved friends of House Dupayr and the Church, that's all.

Soon they came to a large green tarpaulin tent camouflaged by branches under a tree. Next to it was a fireplace fenced in with stones, a crudely made table, and in the bushes, covered with planks, was the last thing you'd expect to see in the forest: an enamelled cast-iron bathtub. It was to it the green dragoness went first. Beneath the planks, in the water full of various aromatic spices and leaves, was the thigh of a wild boar. She sucked in the air vigorously through her nostrils and clicked her tongue with pleasure.

• Take the meat out and put it on the table, then wipe it dry with the leaves. I'll light the fire.

• Tell me, how did you even get to them?

• To the Dupayr house? Oh, it was a long time ago, back in The Archipelago. I was a wyrmling back then, all I could do was crawl and hisss. - She spoke as she ran the camp like a true survivalist. All her agile movements were precise, she was constantly helping herself with her tail and wings to bend and turn her slender, muscular body very quickly. There was something of both the bird of prey and the graceful panther in her movements at the same time. - I remember the damp, dark cave, the rumble of cannon fire, the crackle of muskets, the shouts and smell of unwashed sailors. They turned the place upside down. They were looking.

She piled up charcoal and wood shavings on top.

• What were they looking for?

• The 'hoard', obviously. Some idiot spread a rumour that dragons sleep on a mountain of gold, because they love it so much. Can you imagine? Sleeping on cold metal! Best way to get a kidney cold. Our folk used to sink your ships, but they were interested in delicacies and rum, some liked silk, I'm told. And the useless glitter - she glanced at her golden ring - well, it just sank. Anyway, they didn't find the gold, but they found me. So I ended up first in a sack, then in some fish-smelling harbour market, then in a wooden cage at an auction, and then on a chain in our head mansion.

Lady Evur was busy flicking her flintstone.

• On a chain?

• Oh yeah. I was a really crazy lizard back then.

A silent question froze on Enzo's face: "Even crazier?". She nodded cheerfully and began to fan the fire with a full lungful of air. Then she continued her story and began to pull the gloves off her forepaws. Beneath them was a dark green hand, ending in flexible clawed fingers with a small webbing between them. It was only now that he noticed that she had small, well-groomed claws that looked more like those of a bigcat than the deadly talons of a dragon. She hid the precious ring in her hip bag.

• Then, the old count had a son, and he set about teaching me. He was so patient. He took me out for walks and fed me fine meat. Would you rather be sentient, or do you prefer to remain an animal? Pffft. Nevertheless, I learnt a lot from him, but many years later he confessed to me that it was a bet on a thoroughbred stallion. - She chuckled and took a steel spit out of the tent and began to put a thigh on it - There's nothing like roasting meat on a spit, there's something wild and primal about it.

She licked her lips along their entire length. Her movements were playful, even seductive. She turned and rubbed her tail and wing claws against the tree, demonstrating the flexibility of different parts of her body. When she leaned forward and casually lifted her tail, the webbing of the wing hid her the most feminine parts like a curtain.

Enzo watched her movements mesmerised, occasionally coming to his senses and looking away a little embarrassed.

• And the grandson, he was such a sweetie. He was tall, toned, brave and courageous. Just like you.

• Yeah? - he swallowed at the unexpected compliment.

• Yeah. One day I was asked to help him study for his exams. We had.. lessons - she came close, almost up close - And during them, we went through a lot of subjects. A lot. I tutored him well - she licked his cheek lightly - he passed.

Then Enzo felt the cold handle of the tin bucket in his hands.

• We have to wash our hands after the meat. - The dragoness almost whispered - Would you please go over to the spring and fetch some fresh water?

As she said this, she held her head still, then slowly turned, picked up the poker, and began to work on the coals.

A bulge reappeared on Enzo's shorts.

---

As the bucket filled, thoughts and doubts swirled in Enzo's mind.

"Is it possible that by throwing me out of the airship with a parachute she was just asking me out on a date? Is that it?" - He remembered the sight of flying dragons through the eyepiece.

"Quite possibly. She asked if I wanted to fly, didn't she? Maybe they just can't do this stuff without it? Probably some custom of theirs. I dunno. She said I was brave and courageous for a reason. Probably, because I didn't show I was scared when I skydived. Yes! And something about exams. Hmm. Because this custom is a test! A trial. And I passed it. It all makes sense now! It means she likes me. She likes me so much that she even chose me over her kin!" - Walking back with a full bucket, this thought made him thrust out his chest.

"And she's so flexible, statuesque, feminine. And cheerful. They say all dragons are really evil and hate humans, but she's not evil at all. Philippe's right, she is like a sister. A stepsister who came to visit for a few days. I don't think she's teasing, she really wants me. Girls are all the same, they don't say anything directly, just a hint".

"Hold on a minute, stud. What if it's not? What if I'm wrong and this is all some kind of malice? What if she's just trying to hurt me? Putting on a charming mask to punish me severely for their church dirigible? Dragons are vindictive, deceitful, and especially hate those who steal their property. That's what they told us in school, but Lady Evur is the first dragon I've ever seen in person, and she's not like that at all. Or is she? But she's a Lady, and a Lady isn't supposed to be dishonorable, right? I don't get it. I don't know. I hope I'm not wrong about her. Why? Well, because I kinda want her. There's no point in denying it. I want her and I want her to want me. How do they do it, by the way? Is it like everyone else or what? I hadn't thought of that at all..."

---

Returning back with a full bucket and a strong heartbeat, Enzo suddenly realized how many smells were mixed in this place. The smell of fire, resin, pine branches, moss, flowers, spices, and there was another smell he couldn't quite guess. It was subtle but persistent. It was reminiscent of natural vanilla and hinted at its marine origins, with faint ozonic nuances evoking the freshness of the open sea. It was not overpowering, but delicately enveloping, inviting somewhere.

Occasionally, exclusive perfumes with this scent would appear on the market, but almost no one knew the supplier and even less the origin of this secret and extremely expensive component. The alluring fragrance delighted many, who also encountered extraordinary and mysterious effects. Any dragon, of course, would have recognised those May scents instantly.

The meat was already roasting over the embers, and Lady Evur stood beside it, her tail waving slightly. The former pragmatism of her movements was now replaced by a leisurely fluidity.

• I brought it. Shall I pour it on your paws?

The dragoness approached him on her two hind paws, this time the view of her lady parts obscured by her protruded pelvis bone. Then she scooped up a ladle of water and placed it on the embers.

• It's cold. I'd rather pour warm water on you and then you pour it on me.

Soon a hint of olive oil from the soapy foam was added to the bouquet of scents.

He looked first at her paws, then at his hands and only when he had rinsed off all the foam did he look up to find her scaly face quite close, he could even feel her fresh minty breath as it exhaled through her nostrils.

• Do you like dragons, Enzo? - she asked softly, her voice sounding especially feminine now.

• Yeah, generally - his voice shook a little with excitement - Why do you ask?

• Because I'm a female dragon in heat. And I'm sure you know why do I ask.

• You want me to.. You want us to.. Well.. Uh.. I mean, I don't mind but.. I don't really know how to do it right, you know? How do your males do it?

Of course, Enzo already had girlfriends, so sex was no mystery to him, but dragons were another story. Sure, he found dragons aesthetically pleasing and even beautiful, sometimes even imagining them in all sorts of poses, but now, when a live dragoness stood at arm's length from him, she seemed so.. Big. She was like a puzzle he wanted to solve but didn't know where to begin.

She stretched her neck and rested her head on his shoulder, touching his cheek with hers. Her voice was quiet and inviting.

• We have no such thing as right or wrong, we're free-loving creatures, we just do whatever we please. You can do whatever you please with me -she licked his earlobe - explore my body, stroke it, caress it, it's responsive, it's yours. I am all yours - she gently took his earlobe with her scaly lips, then a moment later she let it go and licked again. Then pulling her head away, she licked his lips - Don't forget to take off your clothes.

Then she turned smoothly with her whole body and headed for the tent. As she entered, she casually held the curtain of the entrance so that her tail rose high enough to reveal the pink contents of the horizontal slit for a second, and then the curtain closed again.

---

The man was enveloped in darkness, broken only by faint light from the ventilation windows. As his eyes adjusted, he noticed an aluminum trunk, various camping equipment and a stack of crates in the corner. A large figure awaited him in the center, slowly emerging from the shadows. She laid sideways on a large cotton martress breathing deeply and calmly. The dragoness had lost her playfulness and now her posture was relaxed, her head tilted slightly, her gaze languid, expectant and inviting. She didn't say another word, but Enzo could still hear the echo of her whisper: "Do whatever you please with me.. I'm all yours.. all yours..".

She held out her forepaw, and he reached up and kissed her warm wrist. Her muscular arm was relaxed and surprisingly light. As he pulled it away, he suddenly realized that the dragoness's large, slender body was responding to him. She didn't offer him the slightest resistance, Lady Evur was completely obedient to his touch. As if to test it, he pulled her paw towards him, her body moving closer to his without the slightest effort. There was no jerk, no tension, her scaly body moved smoothly and gracefully, feline-like.

He remembered how desperately he'd resisted her strong muscles in the airship, how she'd held him with a dead grip during the flight. Now she was as soft and supple as freshly baked bread. He let go of her paw and it landed slowly on the mattress like a feather. Her whole body breathed with movement, her tail made gentle wave-like movements, her wings fluttered slightly and her chest heaved gracefully. She stared at him as one would stare at a blooming rose, and there was no shadow of a smile on her scaly face, let alone mockery. She was his.

Then Enzo placed his hand on her complex double shoulder joint, feeling the knobby muscles beneath the warm, rough scales. He moved his palm lower, where his instinct expected to find a woman's breasts, but of course he found only smooth breastplates. His palm felt the rhythm of her heart. Despite the dragoness's outward smoothness, it was beating very fast.

His hand froze in hesitation. He liked the look of dragons, and he liked the feminine Lady Evur especially, but for the first time he was near a living dragon, not a static picture, and he knew he had no idea what to do.

He felt the tip of the tail on his hand. Turning to the dragoness, he met her gaze. She closed her eyes and inhaled slowly and deeply through her nose. The man followed her and suddenly heard a scent, the same elusive scent he had never been able to recognize.

"It's her scent! How did I not figure it out before? She's the one who smells so good!"

He inhaled the aroma, reveling in it, savoring its complex composition. He was drawn to the scent, wanting to inhale it again and again. He opened his eyes. When the dragoness saw it, she lay on her belly, then straightened her hind paws and lifted her pelvis. There was no plea or command in her eyes, just an invitation. Her tail, still resting on his arm, lured him closer. Then she lifted her tail and wrapped the tip of it around her high leather boots, which now looked very erotic.

He looked up and saw the open vertical slit and her pink cloaca. It looked a bit like lips parted for a kiss, a little deeper at the bottom were two papillae, and deeper still were the relaxed red walls covered with glistening, thick juices. Then the walls tightened a little, protruding outwards and squeezing the lips with that movement. Then they relaxed, opening them again. They pulsed open and closed as if to say: "Kiss me Enzo. I want you to kiss me so badly."

It was as if something had exploded inside the young man. He threw all propriety aside and began kissing those lips fiercely with his own. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked the lower papillae without stopping his kisses. Here her skin was so soft that it even yielded to his tongue. The aroma became especially strong, and he sucked it greedily with his nostrils, but he couldn't quench his thirst. The taste of the cloaca was just the taste of clean skin with a slight sourness, but the smell, the smell drove him mad. He had an image of a warm tropical beach after a rainstorm, he could even hear the sound of the waves. Then he licked her cloaca, making a circular motion with his tongue, and then sliding it deeper. He heard a nasal moan and pulled back to look out. She lifted her head almost to the ceiling of the tent, opened her mouth and closed her eyes, her tongue out and bent in a hook.

Her pelvis jerked slightly towards his face. Enzo pressed a hand on her thigh, asking her to lie down. The coquette was gone, and she tucked her leg and wing in, falling onto the soft mattress with her back, lifting her pelvis higher. He also dropped to his knees beside her and stretching her slit with his hands, plunged his face passionately into her cloaca. Now he kissed her even more fiercely, no rhythm, no control, he lost his head completely. Her cloaca sought his mouth, responding to his every move. She moaned again, much louder this time, a shiver running down her wings. He pushed his nose in and inhaled a full lungful and leaned back, tears welling up in his eyes. Crawling forward, he leaned one hand on the mattress, and with the other he found the entrance to her throbbing cloaca with his painfully swollen cock and, without much preparation, entered her all the way to his balls.

He entered smoothly, the lubricated walls letting him in easily. But as soon as he began his thrusts, the relaxed cloacal walls suddenly started to move. It was as if they were playing with him, getting tighter, then weaker, then clinging to his cock without letting go, then on the contrary with difficulty allowing it to pass further, squeezing the head. And each time the pressure was neither too weak nor too strong. Her elastic slippery walls seemed to know how to give the man the most pleasure. When he sped up or slowed down, the movement of the walls immediately adapted to his rhythm. Their movements were synchronised.

"How does she do that!?"

Enzo moaned. With every friction, his balls banged against the plates at the base of her tail.

Suddenly the dragoness arched her entire body and thrust her hind legs up, bending them at the knees. He saw her stunning boots again, who knew dragons in shoes were so tempting?

-Enzo! Oh goddess, Enzo, I want you so much! It feels so good to be with you! More! More! - she kept lifting her head up and down, unable to find a place for it on the mattress.

Like an airship suddenly overpumped with hydrogen, his confidence inflated, propelling him straight up into the sky. He had no idea he was giving the dragoness such pleasure. She moaned louder and louder each time his cock slid upwards with a squelching sound, only to plunge back down again until her whole body tensed and she opened her mouth wide, letting out a high-pitched, hissing and snapping growl.

Her cloaca pulsed in time to this primal roar, filling with a particularly flavoured and slippery juice, which lubricated her partner's cock profusely. It slid in so easily now that Enzo's orgasm began almost imperceptibly.

The tension had built like a tide, a slow, inexorable pull towards a cresting wave. Each caress had been a current surging through him, pulling him deeper into the ocean. Her aroma like a tang of sea air, had carried the promise of a coming storm. His breath had quickened, matching the rhythm of the waves against the shore. A deep, primal yearning had risen within him, a pressure building in his core that mirrored the approaching swell. He had surrendered to the current, swept away by the intensity of his orgasm.

Then, the crest. A shuddering wave of pleasure had crashed over him, a powerful release that echoed the ocean's fury. It had been a countless shimmering bubbles rising from the seabed, a breathtaking explosion of color and light. The world had dissolved into a treasure trove of sensations – the taste of her juice, the rhythmic warmth of her touch, the unique spring flavour that drove him mad.

As the intensity receded, a sweet languor had washed over him, like the gentle ebb tide after a storm. He had floated, weightless and content, in the calm after the tempest. The afterglow had been a warm current, a soothing sensation that spread through his limbs, leaving behind a profound sense of peace.

In the quiet aftermath, the scent of the sea had lingered, a reminder of the journey they shared. It had been a clean, fresh scent, tinged with the memory of passion, a promise of future voyage together. It hadn't just been a physical release, it had been a shared exploration of their deepest desires, an underwater dance where emotions intertwined like vibrant coral reefs. They had plumbed the depths of each other's souls, surfacing with a renewed sense of wonder.

With a groan he pulled his still erect cock out of her cloaca and sat down on the mattress, but before he could close his eyes and catch his breath, he suddenly felt something soft on his cock. He saw that Lady Evur was licking it with her long tongue. For a split second he was frightened, because his penis head was hypersensitive after his orgasm. But he quickly realised how softly and gently she was doing it, her tongue barely skinning him.

"She knows! Lady Evur knows and she does it so carefully so as not to hurt me. She's so kind, I don't know about the others, but she's a very special dragon. I wasn't wrong about her, she's not malicious at all, just cheerful and flighty. Like a stepsister. She's so nice and I really like her."

While Enzo thought so fondly of the dragoness, she finished with the head, and began to lick his shaft and testicles thoroughly.

• Lady Evur. You are so.. so.. - but the word didn't come out. She stopped and without changing the position of her head raised her eyes to him.

"Handsome? Sweet? Beautiful?"

• You are so MINE!

She let out a deep throaty purr and continued to lick, the compliment clearly pleasing her. Her smooth tongue movements were no longer sex, it was.. Erm.. A hygienic procedure. Yeah.

As the saying goes: Cleanliness is next to godliness.

---

The dragon lay on her side, the human sitting on the mattress leaning on her double shoulder. Her head rested on the human's legs and he stroked her ear-webbing. They enjoyed each other's presence.

• Lady Evur. You're really amazing at controlling your pussy.

• We call it a cloaca. We're egg-layers, the wall muscles have to be able to push an egg through without crushing it. It's an innate skill "...and years of practice...".

• Have you ever laid an egg?

• Uh-uh.

Let's just say that Lady Evur is a connoisseur of partial truths. A long time ago, on her hatching day, she received a beautifully carved wooden dragon egg, every scale painstakingly polished, a fancy doll of sorts. The Dupayrs were overjoyed by her gratitude. If only they had a clue about the egg's true destiny in the ensuing years.

So, the two of them lay there for a few minutes.

• I must turn the meat, add some charcoal, inflate fire a bit. Rest for a while, it might take some time. And then we are going to drink something extra special.

As she exited the tent, curiosity led Enzo to the corner where a dozen large crates and three smaller ones lay. He noticed that one of the small crates had an unfastened lid. Lifting it, he found hay cushioning a wooden rack holding eight filled test tubes, each tagged with an Clawrite rune. He didn't know the dragon script, so he just took one and pulled the cork out with a satisfying pop.

He recognised the scent instantly, it was HER scent, the scent of her feminine cloaca that he had kissed so passionately recently. If he hadn't been wrung dry right now, he would certainly have been aroused. With the heart-pleasing certainty that they would have a second round soon, he popped the cork and picked up the vial with the other rune.

Pop. He inhaled deeply. The strong scent filled his lungs, turning his breath into a raspy groan. His eyes widened, and the image before him seemed to recede, pulling him back to where it all began.

The abyss. All-pure darkness.

The distant roar of the ocean, the rumble of a drum, and a deep, throaty dragon chant. The campfire's flames slowly flickered to life, casting light on the bare rocks and the blurred figure lying next to him. He heard his own thoughts, but in a alien, quiet voice that sounded like the rumble of molten lava.

"I sought to take the female, and now she lieth at my feet, not daring to lift her gaze. Her submission doth proclaim but the recognition of mine boundless might and sovereign authority. I have bestowed mine flesh upon her, filled her womb with mine seed, for I am worthy to embody myself in her egg.

I am the Father.

They are all lower than I, and thus am I exalted. Strength giveth hatch to authority. Authority is the strength to impose one's will upon others, thus he who hath will and strength deserveth authority. Deserveth to be a dragon".

Enzo hastily corked it back. The vision slowly faded and he looked at the vial of oily, murky liquid again. The robust aroma with a strange effect could be described as fleshy, earthy, woody and spicy, but in fact it was concentrated essence of masculinity itself. The smell of strength, courage, ruthless rivalry and unbridled hubris. The pheromones of a male Elder Dragon.

He put the test tube back in its place and slid the lid shut, before leaving the tent and getting dressed.

The meat was beginning to glisten and was covered with an appetising crust. Lady Evur had gone into the tent and returned with two shot glasses and a bottle of dark brown liquid. Majestic in its simplicity, the white label declared: Grand Meridian - Premium dark rum. 62% vol. And the year.

"Oh my Lord, 19 years of ageing. How much is this bottle?" - He was reminded of large crates.

He took a sniff. With such a high alcohol content, he could hardly smell it. There were notes of caramel, spices, and roasted nuts.

• Take it in your mouth and don't swallow it right away. Cheers!

He drank and then let out a groan, closed his eyes and froze.

"Wood! Liquid wood! Noble liquid wood, scalding, but the taste is very deep, viscous, sweet but not cloying, lots of spices and a slight hint of smoke..."

He exhaled and tapped the shot glass on the table, unable to say anything.

Lady Evur exhaled through her nostrils and put the glass down carefully.

• A masterpiece of rum - she said in a hoarse voice.

Enzo felt a bit woozy, the drink was extremely strong.

• Are you a smuggler? - he realized his folly immediately, but the words were already loose.

• You don't ask a lady such questions. Or else the witness will be rubed out. - After a meaningful pause, she winked and then burst out laughing. - Just kidding. I ain't smuggling anything. Do I look like a drake who capable of breaking the law, huh Enzo? Do I? - She kept laughing as she filled another shot - Pour to the top, drink to the bottom!

After drinking some more of the divine rum, they laughed heartily, discussing all sorts of funny and silly things from their very different lives. The spit didn't have to be turned all the time, so they had time for a walk in the forest. They staggered through the grass between the trees, listening to the birds chirping, enjoying the warmth of the May sun. The man walked beside the dragon with his arm on her neck and she cradled him with her wing.

The subject of expensive rum, the suspicious proximity of her bivouac to the border, and even more so the subject of crates of mysterious vials did not come up in their conversations, in fact there were some things it was better not to ask the lady.

He was worried for nothing though, only someone completely anosmic* wouldn't realize the 'goods' had been opened. But she didn't mind, on the contrary she was aroused by the very idea that her mate enjoyed that very specific aroma so much.

*deprived of sense of smell

---

When the meat was done and resting on the plate, Enzo took off his shirt from the heat. It was lunchtime and he was hungry.

• Could I ask if you have a knife and fork?

• Enzo, Enzo. What are you saying? We're wild, hungry dragons, you know how we eat when we're hungry?

He smiled and waved his head negatively.

Lady Evur wrapped a newspaper around a thigh bone and held it up to the man.

• Open your mouth and bite on it like this. - She bared her teeth in a comical snarl - Rrrrrrrr. You're a hungry beast, a predator, sink your teeth into it and tear it apart, tear it without any mercy.

The meat was soft and tender and the juice literally spurted into his mouth, there was no need to tear anything, but he clenched his jaws defiantly and began to shake his head like a crocodile.

• Yeah, like that. I'll make a true dragon out of you, Enzo.

The flavour was much richer than homemade pork.

Of course, because the boar had been bathing in a special marinade for two whole days.

Then the dragoness opened her maw and tried to take a bite herself.

• Hang on a second.

The vertical slits of her pupils dilated menacingly for a split second, but immediately returned to their place.

• What is it?

• My turn. - He took the thigh from her, held it with both hands and brought it to the dragoness's mouth. She inhaled the smell with her nostrils, then looked at him slyly, then suddenly bared her teeth, cast a hateful glance at the meat, hissed threateningly, opened her mouth, lifted her head, and lunged at the meat like a cobra, stopping a millimeter away and biting off a small piece with her front teeth. Enzo was a little startled and pulled his head back, but did not move his hands away.

Satisfied with her beau's steadfastness, she began to chew, chuckling a bassy laugh. Enzo relaxed and smiled as well. Then, after swallowing, she took a big bite.

• You bite, not smile - she said with her mouth full.

---

After eating and drinking cool spring water, they looked at the burning embers and at each other. Lady Evur lay on the ground, and Enzo sat on a log, holding her tail in his lap and stroking it.

• So how did you become a cartographer?

• Oh, we have an innate talent for it. We can see the magnetic field lines of the planet. The compass is in our heads. - She looked up at the sky. - I can see them even now.

• And what do they look like?

• Like very transparent, dark clouds with a regular shape. Nothing special. - She sighed. She felt like sharing something personal. - You know, the first time I flew out to do terrain mapping and came back a week later, the Dupayrs were genuinely surprised. Turns out they were pretty sure I was gonna leave them in the mountains forever.

• Why?

• Well.. Maybe they thought I was nursing a grudge for.. - She flicked her wing claw to the left side of her neck. It was only now that Enzo noticed that her green scales were covered with a number of old and long overgrown scars, as if they had been caused by spikes. - Everyone knows how vindictive and proud we are - Her eyes stared into the distance, then she flapped her folded wings as if to ward something off. - Bah! Let bygones be bygones. I've just had a new idea.

Her voice became cheerful and playful again. Her tail slipped out of the human's hands, and she stood on two hind paws, then rose even higher, standing now on her tiptoes and balancing on her tail. The leather of her boots creaked as they stretched. Then she folded her wings like a bat coquettishly.

• Come in and stand with your back to me.

He complied. Then Lady Evur crouched on her hind paws again, simultaneously lowering her folded wings to the ground, and now the man was as if inside a cocoon. The light coming through the vascularised webbing was reddish. He touched it with his palms and stroked it, groping the joint of her long wing finger. Then he leaned his bare chest and cheek against it.

He didn't know what the webbing of the wings meant to dragons, or how much trust he should have had in order to be allowed to touch it.

• You humans have very soft hands and such nimble little fingers, I just love them. All right. Now squat down so you're comfortable. - When he sat down, she bent a little lower and put her paws on his head, then folded her wings and placed her winged fingers on his cheekbones. Then she ran her fingers through his hair and her claws lightly scratched his scalp.

She made circular motions in the temporal area first, then moved to the back of his head and vice versa. Her sharp claw tips pressed harder and looser against the skin as his hair made an ear-pleasing rustle.

Years ago, aware of the sharpness of her claws, but knowing how much people liked to have their heads scratched, she had asked to buy a wooden mannequin of a human head with real hair from a barber, after which she had practised for months until the movements of her clawed fingers were as fine-tuned as the movements of a scalpel in a surgeon's hands.

Enzo groaned with pleasure.

• Lady Evur..

• Shhh, close your eyes and relax - she whispered.

Her claws now moved from the temples to the vertex, and her palms gripped the skull firmly but pleasantly. Then she brought all of her claws to a single point and spread them out again, tracing the entire surface of his head from the forehead to the nape of his neck.

Then her touch became barely noticeable, and she withdrew her paws and moved around to get in front of him. She tilted her head, slid her tongue out, licked his lips, then moved on, under his upper and lower lip, tracing her tongue across his teeth asking Enzo to open his mouth. Their tongues made contact, tasting each other. Then she opened her own mouth and moved her head further in, pulling her tongue back at the same time. Her teeth slid down his cheeks, pressing lightly into the skin. Thus the man's head ended up in her mouth. Enzo lifted his hands to her head, one of his hands stroking the hyoid area of her chin, the other her forehead and brow arches. The human tongue felt the tip of the dragon's tongue which felt the human's mouth. They savoured each other's flavours now. Then Enzo put his hands on her soft and moist skin near the corners of her scaly lips and massaged them with his fingers. So they kissed, the kiss of dragon and human, such different creatures, lasted only a few dozen seconds, but seemed eternal and very pleasant.

Releasing her tongue and lowering her head, she nipped at his neck with her front teeth, clenching her jaws slightly. Then she let go, licking him and whispering in Draconian:

• You're mine male. You're mine mate. You're mine human.

Enzo only vaguely understood the word "mine" which was said in three different variations.

"Dragons are so possessive, I must say".

He came up with an interesting idea.

• Lady Evur?

• Mmm? - She licked his chest with relish. Her tongue tugged pleasantly at his skin.

• Could I ask you to stand by the tree on your two hind paws?

• Alright Captain Enzo, you're making me curious. Let's try it! - She went to the thick oak tree, stood on her hind paws and hugged it with her forepaws, holding onto it with her claws. Then she spread her wings wide, craned her neck and with a tilt of her head, she met his gaze. - Just remember, some voyages require a lighter vessel - she said, lowering her eyes a little. Enzo looked down at his bulging shorts, then back up at her and smiled.

---

As she watched him undress and wash his arms, she knew what he had in mind. The thought of those soft human fingers sent a pleasant shiver of anticipation through her body.

When Enzo approached, wearing only his shoes and with his cock standing proudly, she readily lifted her tail. The horizontal slit opened to reveal an already throbbing, juice-soaked cloaca.

• Do you like the smell of me?

• Yes!

• Then take a deep breath. - She dropped to a whisper. - Do you remember where it's the most intense?

Oh, he remembered well. Enzo pressed his nose in tightly to cloaca and sucked in a full chest and held his breath. The image in his eyes faltered, the sounds of the forest distorted, and the colours changed, becoming deeper and quieter.

The man blinked. The woods now resembled skeletal coral formations. An oppressive hum filled his ears, the underwater sound of the ocean, not the wind. His legs grew heavy, the forest floor turning to soft, yielding jelly as they sank deeper and deeper into the silent, submerged forest. In these deep waters, the many webbing on her body regained its original meaning.

He began with a single finger, a lone scout venturing into the uncharted depths. It breached the entrance, a delicate probe into a hidden world, met with a warm welcome, a current pulling him deeper. Each subsequent finger followed, a cautious exploration of a luminous coral reef teeming with life. He traced the contours of her desire, navigating unseen canyons and vibrant valleys. His touch, a daring descent, sent shivers rippling across her green scaly skin.

The pressure built, a current intensifying, urging him onward. With a slow, deliberate motion, he breached the final threshold, his entire hand is inside. He felt a living, breathing cloacal walls that pulsed with a rhythm that mirrored his own quickening heart. It was a dance of currents, an exploration of hidden coves, a silent symphony played out in the depths. The pressure built further, a deep-sea trench pulling him in, a current so strong it threatened to sweep him away. He plunged deeper and deeper, deeper...

• Deeper! More deeper, Enzo! - A jolt, a pleading moan splitted the quiet. The vision fractured, images shattering like glass. He gasped, ripped back to the present, heart hammering against his ribs as the remnants of the mirage faded like mist. He suddenly saw the dragoness moaning beside the tree with her eyes closed - It feels so good! Enzo! Enzo!

"Oh fuck me, that was intense".

He pressed his chest against her hind paw, his cock touching her scales. He took it with his free hand and squeezed it lightly. The wet and elastic walls of her cloaca played with his fingers and he responded to her. When his arm reached up to his elbow and the walls became even more pliant and thin, her whole body shook. She clawed at the bark, her mouth open and breathing frequently, her tongue hanging loosely out. For a second she got herself under control and could only whisper.

• Clen.. Clench your fi.. aaaahh - she hissed and grabbed the trunk with her mouth.

"An egg! Of course!"

• Coming up right away, milady!

Carefully, so as not to harm her delicate, silky skin, he clenched his fingers into a fist. The stretched walls of the region called an isthmus squeezed it weakly and began to make wave-like movements, trying to push it out. He began to slowly withdraw his hand, floating on the ever-increasing waves. His heavily moistened fist slipped with the effort of stretching the increasingly tight and heated walls. The closer he got to the exit, the stronger her convulsions became. Her whole body shook, she shifted from foot to foot, her wings were out of place and her sharp teeth dug deep into the bark. She crouched on her hind legs, the trembling of the white-hot walls of her cloaca was so intense that a steam engine seemed to be running inside. With a loud squelch, the cloaca stretched out and spat out his fist, and a fair amount of clear, thick juice with a wonderfully pleasant flavor flowed out.

Suddenly, the dragoness let go of the tree and roared with the full force of her huge lungs. Enzo jumped back. Her whole body shook and she collapsed to the ground. Then, with a jerk she jumped to her feet, bared her teeth, growled, swung her pelvis and struck the ground with a devastating blow of her tail. Then again and again. She broke branches and tore off bushes, beating it around like a giant whip. The loud sound of the blows was deafening, Enzo stepped back to the table, frightened.

"Have I done something wrong?"

Only now did he realize how deadly dragons could be in their rage. That sweet and cheerful girl could have swatted him like a fly on glass if she'd wanted to.

Then the dragoness turned to him, a primal, all-consuming fire blazing in her eyes. He gulped. Then she looked down and saw his painfully swollen cock and looked up again. Then she came up firmly on her hind paws, grabbed him around the waist with her forepaws and tossed him up with force so that he flew up and fell on the table. Then stood on all four and brought her head up to his groin. Her wet tongue stuck out and snaked around the man's penis head, shaft, and testicles, then clenched, unclenched, and wriggled.

He didn't even have time to freak out before he felt a slow bloom of warmth spread through him. The tip of her tongue nibbled around one testicle, then the other, playing with them. Each stroke sent shivers dancing down his spine.

Then she mounted him with her maw. Her upper jaw rested lightly on his belly, while her lower jaw gripped the bottom of the table's boards. Her teeth however only slightly pricked the skin of his stomach, even in this state she kept herself from hurting him. Her rapid and hitching breaths blew hot air over his cock.

Enzo laid his head on the table and closed his eyes with a deep groan. The world narrowed, everything outside her licking touch fading into a pleasant hum. He felt like a ship caught in a glorious tempest, tossed by the waves of her desire.

Bit by bit she calmed down and her furious licks was replaced by more peaceful ones, while Enzo's tension, on the contrary, was rapidly building up into a pleasant ache that coiled deep within him. She made a humming, vibrating reptilian sound, which reverberated through his entire being. Every caress, every flick of her tongue, every movement she made felt so alive. Then came the climax. It washed over him like a tidal wave, a shattering release that took his breath away. A guttural moan escaped his lips. One by one, his cock sent spurts of seed directly into her mouth. He was nothing but a marionette now, his body a mere puppet dancing on the strings of pure bliss. Then, like the last time in the tent, the movements of her tongue became very soft, almost airy. Only when she had licked it thoroughly did she pull her head back, close her mouth and slide to the ground. Then, clutching her wings, she crawled a little further away and lay still.

So, the two young souls lay exhausted again. Enzo just relaxed on the marinade-soaked table, not even trying to take in what had just happened, but it didn't really matter because everything had turned out quite well. Lady Evur rested on the ground with her eyes closed, recovering from an orgasm of such power that she had never experienced before in her entire long life. Long in human terms, of course.

---

However, it is in such moments of joyous peace of mind that the worm of doubt can always creep in to spoil everyone's pleasure. And so it was with Lady Evur. The pictures of her recent outburst of rage flashed before her eyes, and the feeling of deep satisfaction and mental wholeness was quickly replaced by a pang of shame.

"I had no idea that I was capable of such a thing. I completely lost control and behaved like a beast. I scared Enzo and ruined our May date. A lady? Don't make me laugh. Maybe they're right. Maybe I really am just an animal wearing a pair of fancy boots and gloves."

She curled up bashfully into a ball, tucking her paws and tail under her.

"And the sacred signet ring, of course. It turned out that beneath the thin veneer of civility of which I was so proud, there was something like this."

The words from the Sacred Cogwheel Book, which she knew almost by heart, echoed in her head.

'The whispers of desire may entice all, but the favored walk a path of control. Quell the flames of impulse before they consume your soul'

"I've broken a precept. I haven't acted like a favored. I have lost control and lo and behold, my soul was immediately consumed by the fla..."

She felt a kiss on the tip of her nose. She opened her eyes and craned her neck to look up at the squatting, smiling Enzo. He reached under her head and placed it on his shoulder, hugging the dragoness at the base of her neck.

• Enzo..

• Lady Evur..

• Enzo..

• Lady Evur..

A single hug became a hurricane, sweeping away the doubts that had threatened to consume her. No more words were spoken, for words were not needed. Their embrace wasn't just physical, it was a deep intimacy, a wordless language spoken only through the pressure of their bare skin and scales.

---

They stood in the clearing where Enzo had parachuted in. The green dragoness had already put on her goggles and was checking the straps of her hip bag. She seemed to be back to her old cheerful and adventurous self, though her tail was still sore.

• Perhaps you might like to fly later?

• Unfortunately, it's still a kilometre and a half up. And then I.. Anyway, time spins away. While I'm gone you could go for a walk or rest in the tent. Just don't mess with my crates - she winked and took out the tip of her tongue.

• Will I meet you again?

• When I bring the airship down.

• No I meant if...

With a smile, Lady Evur ruffled his hair with her glove.

• Join our church and you'll definitely meet me. But we only take honours students.

• Listen, do you really believe in all that cogwheel connectivity crap? The great clockwork of the universe?

• I believe in the scientific method. And I believe that one day our cogwheel guys will invent a thinking machine that eventually becomes our savior. If there is no Goddess out there, we'll just construct one by ourselves. Does it matter what they believe in the process? All that matters is that your kin won't have to age so fast after that. And then, we're going to build ships and fly across the great ocean of space. Au revoir!

She licked his cheek, hugged him with her wings, then stood up on her four legs and jumped up, flapping her wings vigorously as she began to gain altitude.

"Falling is instant gratification; rising is delayed pain. Did you have a good meal? Now work on your wings, green girl" - her inner voice smirked, as if she needed another reminder.

After what felt like an eternity, she flopped into the gondola, utterly spent. On the rug beside her completely empty box, three semi-conscious bodies splayed out like forgotten laundry. They were having a good time.

"Whew! So, I'll bleed off the hydrogen, land, and then he'll dump the ballast and take off again. No problem. Let's go".

Without giving herself a rest she clung with her wing to the light fixture and got to her feet, then slammed the doors shut and headed for the control cabin.

• Siiiis.. Waaaater.. - it was Philippe.

She stopped and stood still for a moment. Then sighed, turned and walked towards the crystal decanter of lemonade. She brought it to his lips and he drank thirstily from the very neck.

• Here, have a drink, 'brother'.

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In a well-lit cabinet room, a solid, middle-aged gentleman sat at a table. He was dressed in a tailcoat, smoking a pipe, and listening intently to the explanations of another older gentleman dressed in a tuxedo jacket. He was standing at a blackboard with formulae written on it, and holding a chalk in his hand he was talking passionately about his mathematical concepts. Above the blackboard hung a large decorative cogwheel.

• ...can be seen as systems that learn to approximate complex functions through a process akin to curve fitting, a well-known problem in calcu...

The majordome entered the room. He quietly approached the seated gentleman and leaned close to his ear, waiting for his attention.

• I beg your pardon, just a moment, if I may. Is it important?

• Monsieur le Comte. There is reason to believe that your son Enzo and a group of his associates have used the dirigeable for their own purposes without your knowledge.

• What?! - His fingers tightened on the pipe.

• Lady Evur is involved in the matter.

• Aaah, Lady Evur. Of course she is - he said loudly and relaxed in a moment, leaning back in his chair. - It's all right, everything's all right, you can go.

The majordome bowed and went out.

• Is she all right??

• She's fine. It looks like your girl decided to spice up her day with a bit of excitement, Monsieur Dupayr.

• Oh, I can imagine. Well, you know how she is in the spring.

The clever and kind dragoness was the living embodiment of the Church's ideas and in many ways its unofficial mascot. They loved her and were always willing to forgive her little mischiefs.

• To think, she's older than both of us put together, and yet she's still so young..

They both dissolve into fatherly smiles for a second, then resumed their work with a serious look.

• What was I saying? Ah, yes. Thus, calculus provides the tools for optimization and learning, while linear algebra offers the framework for representing and processing the data within the network...

P.S.

Control freaks are prone to manipulating others and putting psychological or physical pressure on them to change their behaviour. Control freaks are often also perfectionists, seeking to protect themselves from inner vulnerability; their need for total control stems from a fear of reliving the despair of helplessness once experienced in childhood.