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Enjoying the art? Don't forget to check out the SFW one! It's the more romantic of the two. XD Anyway, story continues below.

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So... there's a little backstory to this picture.

I know, I know... I know what it looks like. A human and his ness, getting off on the tail end of a midair romp. We were having fun, yes. The artist I commissioned for it, Izabel, captured the exact moment we crested that high note. Pretty obvious from the looks on our faces, really.

I don't know what you make of it, but to me, well, it's hot. But like every good picture out there, there's always a backstory, and if you or the rest of our family knew what actually happened here, you'd all be fuming.

I'm not gonna hit you with excuses, kid. We were horny. Simple as that. You know how being horny can make you do stupid things. Throw out all logic, all prudence, just so you can squiggle and thrust and moan and French your partner all the way to nirvana. That moment where everything feels perfect in the world, where everything was just me and her…

What's that?

…mm.

Mhm.

Ummm, yes. Yes, I know. We know! What we did was crazy, even for us. I suggested the idea, and she accepted it. Now Izabel didn't bother dating the picture, but for your information, this took place while we were on an emotional high. You see, we had just gotten married a month before this and we spent our honeymoon in Indonesia.

Don't scowl at me like that! We did get married and our papers are legit and recognized by law. It's not supposed to be possible but, in some countries, there's always a way when you're willing to pay. I don't care what you or anyone else thinks about her. You heard me at our family gathering last month. I love this dragon. I love her! I love her with EVERYTHING I have. My heart, my body, my soul... she's everything to me. I promise you, the feeling is absolutely mutual! She's sapient just like us. You know she's even smarter than some of your cousins, and that's giving them way too much credit. Just because she isn't human doesn't mean—oh, okay. Good. I'm glad you get it, unlike our relatives. I know you wouldn't want a repeat of the Frenching we did at the party, so, moving on...

I chartered a private boat to take us from Bali to Nusa Penida. It's a one-hour trip. It would've been better to fly but, well, she's not as big as other dragons. She's young for her species and her mother never grew very large to begin with, at least before the poachers killed her. Flying's doable but... a bit dangerous, even with harnesses on. If we had flown there, she'd be too exhausted to explore the island by air and there's no way in hell I'm renting a vehicle at the port.

Those roads are death traps, kid. Notoriously narrow, barely wider than the tiny cars they use. Nearest clinics with modern capabilities are all the way back in Bali! So no. We took a boat, and one large enough for her to lay in comfortably.

We took to the skies as soon as the boat moored at port. We're an interspecies couple, and we took full advantage of that. There's so few of us to begin with, but I'd bet a few thousand dollars that we're probably the only one that's married. That's a long story in itself, but that's the kind of story you wouldn't be interested in hearing anyway.

Nusa Penida was incredibly beautiful. It still is, I've heard. My buddy Alaric spent his honeymoon there last year. Rolling jungle hills, crystal blue waters, sandy beaches, large foamy waves, beautiful rock formations, and unique-looking sea stacks... it's an all-time tropical paradise and everything's cheap as hell over there. My wife loved the whole place; I know she'd want to go for another visit someday.

The island itself wasn't that big once we were airborne. You see all this shit behind my desk? Those are the belts and harnesses I use to secure myself to my wife. It's Impossible for me to fall off with those on, and we practiced flights together before we took that plane to Bali.

I cannot tell you how arousing it is to be alone up there, in the sky. We had all the privacy to ourselves. We whispered sweet words to each other. Renewed our commitments. Her warm scales on my skin. The wind in our faces. Can you blame us if the horny just hit us eventually? We decided to do it in the air, above this tall cliff we found on the southwestern side of the island, near this beach that looked like a T-Rex from above. The locals called it Banah Cliff, but we didn't know at the time.

It was a hassle removing all my clothes and stuffing them into her sling bag... No, kid, we didn't bother landing for it. It would've been the safest, prudent thing to do, but if we had returned to the ground, I'm 100% certain Izabel wouldn't have painted this beautiful scene you're looking at.

Like I said, we were horny. And we needed an awesome fuck to really celebrate our marriage.

...what's with that look you're giving me, huh? You're all grown up now. Don't act like some confused teenager.

Now... My wife flew as high as she could before exhaustion set in. Once we had a pretty good altitude, once we knew we had several minutes of freefall, I rolled over to her belly. We made out... and well, as soon as I impaled her depths to the hilt, she folded her wings and dove.

It was glorious.

The puckering tightness inside her. The cute growls in my ears. The way her thick and slobbery tongue felt in my mouth. The unparalleled softness of her scales. The grip of her embrace and the way she twitched every time I moved. The look on her snout as she rode the moment, with her half-lidded eyes and that wonderful, potent stink of dragon...

Combine all those with the wind rushing all around you—the thrill of gravity pulling you down at terminal velocity—that feel of constant falling—of weightlessness—and you have a sexual experience no human could ever match.

It was just me and her up there. Two invisible dots in the sky. We fucked each other in freefall. Our bodies squelched with each thrust. Those wet muscles squeezed me all around, felt more than heard. Her meaty breaths grazed my face and mine hers. They were heavy, labored—as if we could barely keep up with our own euphoria.

When our eyes were open, we'd gaze at each other. I studied the cute, little scales dotting her muzzle as surely as she looked at each pore on my face. When they weren't, we blocked out the world and focused completely on the passion of our intimacy. She was my center just as much as I was hers. We engaged all our senses, concentrated solely on each other, while we groaned—we groped—we plunged into living flesh.

Shit... I cannot describe how breathtaking it was. We'd done it a few times since then—last year, most recently—but nothing comes close to that first dive.

Wait. Let me... let me relive that for a few moments.

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...Goddammit. You know what, I'm driving her up to the Grand Canyon this weekend. We've got to do that again.

All right! All right! I'll stop being horny.

And yes! Yessss. You are absolutely correct! We were so engrossed in our lust that we had totally forgotten about the danger we were in. We just... we just wanted to hit the best climax we had ever felt.

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Yes, it was stupid.

And… okay, I admit it. We probably would've died.

For real! I know we downplayed it back at the party—Actually, scratch that. We never mentioned it at all, but, yeah. We would've died if my wife hadn't noticed how close we were to the water.

By the time she realized in her oversexed stupor where exactly we were… truthfully, it was almost too late. Definitely too late for a perfect landing on the cliff's edge, but not for a descent that wouldn't kill us both.

I can only imagine how difficult it was for her to spread her wings and catch the air, to pay attention on our landing while we were fucking each other to the heavens and screaming out our love. She managed it somehow, or else you wouldn't be talking to me today. We climaxed right above the ocean surface. It was an intense burst of ecstasy, draining out everything we could deliver and more.

An overwhelming bliss... while it lasted.

And it lasted for two—no, three seconds, max.

Our elation became pain the second her paws touched the beach at the bottom of Banah Cliff. There wasn't much sand on it, and not much beach either. It took only a few strides to reach the cliff wall from the water, and since we were riding on that amazing afterglow, well...

We ended up tumbling.

I had nasty gashes on my legs and back. That's also how I got this ugly scar on my forearm. Think I nearly fractured something, too. Only reason I didn't break a bone was probably because she struck the rocks first.

Dragons are tough things by default, but my wife didn't get out of this unscathed. Some of her scales flew off. Her skin split in some places. She had awful lacerations on her flank. I think she even chipped a claw or two.

We were all tangled up with each other in a mess of limbs and paws. I remember staring into her green eyes, utterly dumbfounded despite the pain shooting through my body. We were mesmerized for at least a minute. Once we realized we weren't dead, we didn't unravel ourselves and get up. We just... Honestly, we just started laughing like hell. A dragon wife moment, right there.

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Oh come on! It's not like you haven't had your fair share of close calls doing stupid shit! Your dad told me about the stunt you pulled during that ultramarathon in Beijing eight years ago.

How about that time you nearly slammed into a passenger wagon while you were going all Formula-1 on a mountain highway? Or what about that time you and your ex went hiking off-trail on a whim with nothing but your—

Heh. Glad you got my point. Look, we all do stupid shit every now and then. Some of those times were absolutely worth it, even if we were lucky to be alive afterwards.

That midair fun I had with my wife... that was one of them. We got to enjoy the sunset for a while, but the entire time both of us couldn't help reliving the flight that brought us there.

You should've seen how furiously we kissed afterwards. The sex that followed was wild as hell. We flopped right back where we landed and our bodies writhed in harmony. Everything we could move, we roamed over and into each other. No hole was left unpenetrated. No scale or skin left dry. I took her head in my arms. She cocooned me in her wings. I paid rapt attention to her paws and ears just as she did my cheeks and belly.

It led to a muggy sixty-nine. I rested atop her soft, silk-smooth belly, her moist snatch clamped on my face and sucking it in, oozing thick goo all over me. My darling ness laid her back on the rocky shore and worshipped my junk. Kid, maybe you like oral sex as much as everybody else, but believe me, you don't know how it's truly meant to feel until you have a prehensile tongue administering it.

We ate each other out until one of us couldn't endure the heat anymore. It's hard to say who was first—we came at practically the same time. My wife would tell you it was me, but I wasn't the one who left massive gouges on the rocks underneath the beach, who cracked some of the boulders surrounding us, and who fired shot after shot of honey into my mouth.

We rolled most of the sand away during our lark, too. We raised the intensity of our movements. She buried me with her body. Slammed her crotch on top of me repeatedly until I wrestled her sideways and started spooning her with her forepaw trapped between my teeth. She wiggled and thrashed while I nibbled her lips—while I drew her tongue into me and let it dance with mine—while I pistoned her a hundred times in a steady tempo. Our fun did not stop until our cries reached a pinnacle and the world became a dazzling kaleidoscope.

When we finished, I could taste nothing but her smelly cunt for hours. My stomach was full and bloated. My skin, sticky all around and inundated in her slime. My beloved ness was a mess herself, drenched with my own sweat and exuding that raw musk. The stench was so alluring, believe me, we stayed aroused enough for another round.

You see this bite mark on my neck? She gave it to me that time. I did my best to reciprocate, but my teeth could barely penetrate the scales on her throat. So instead I—

Huh? What was that you just asked?

Yes, it was intentional. And no, she was gentle with me! Real gentle! She knew I wasn't as resilient as her.

Kid. The fact you still had to ask me why makes it obvious you don't know much about dragons. My wife calls it a love bite. Dragons do that when they claim each other, and traditionally it's for life.

Uhh… I... I suppose you can call it kinky. It kind of is, from your perspective.

Oh, it's very different. Totally different. Whatever you experienced before, it'll be useless reference when fucking a dragon.

...Hey. I just realized something. You didn't stop me at all when I was telling you all the spicy details. Normally people would have yelled at me to stop. Instead you just stood there absorbing all the information, soaking it up. In fact, most people wouldn't have said anything about Izabel's painting to begin with. They would just stay quiet about it and silently condemn me for being a horny degenerate.

Hmm. Are you thinking about getting it on with a dragon yourself? Is that why you wanted to know the story?

Really?

Heh. I'm, flattered you want my advice. Right. I shouldn't have been surprised. I AM the only one in our family who married a dragoness!

Now's the right time for it, for sure. You're single. You're young. No other responsibilities dragging you down. You've got plenty of time to explore and live!

What, you expected me to stop you? Pfft. C'mon, kid. You're an adult! You're responsible for your own life. You go for what you want and stick to what you like. Everything's all up to you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah. I understand you probably won't go as far as actually marrying a dragon. But lots of people will judge you either way, especially the rest of our family. Why should you let that stop you though? It's your life. Do what makes you happy. You only live once. Why waste your time trying to please others?

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Exactly my point. Now… just bear in mind that you'll never get an experience like mine. A dragon won't treat you the way my wife does unless you surrender yourself to them completely and receive them in turn. That will never happen if you keep them at arm's length like what you say you'll do.

It's difficult for dragons to trust humans, kid. Our species nearly hunted them down to extinction in the Middle Ages and today there's still plenty of exploitation going on.

Yes, it's true. Especially in those seedy places you just mentioned! So please, kid, be careful. Be very careful. I don't want to read about your death on social media.

Anyway, story time's done. It's time for you to go home. Can't you hear the wingbeats in the distance? My wife's back from her hunt. I'm gonna show her Izabel's fine work as soon as she comes in. It's an early birthday gift for her. Why do you think I had it printed out?

Heh. Of course it's obvious what'll happen next!

Ehhh, the neighbors can go fuck themselves! We're not part of any stinkin' HOA so we can make as much noise as we want.

And don't worry. I won't tell your dad or anyone in the family you dropped by to visit.

Now shoo, kid! Get outta here. I need to make sure the bed won't collapse later and put all the fragile stuff away. Something tells me we'll be awake the entire night...

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THE END Thank you for reading!