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A dragon perched itself upon the stone walls of a city, scales black as onyx and eyes a furious crimson. The beast threw its head back to let out a rumbling call to signal its arrival and the people gladly gathered to see the spectacle. Upon the dragon's back sat a lean bronze skinned man clad in riding leathers as black as his dragon's scales, his eyes a deep red that reflected the gaze of his dragon, his curled hair black and windswept. At his back he wore a greatsword that seemed to weigh nothing to him as he dismounted the dragon's back with a leap. Guards came to meet the dragon rider upon the wall, the aged and battle hardened knight commander of the watch dressed in heavy plate stopping just before the rider to salute and welcome their esteemed guests without a care for the dragon's head looming over the rider's shoulder.

Joran the rider and his dragon Jorah had come to check upon the city's watch. Each day the dragonrider would take to the skies and check each settlement within range of his mountain perch. The knight commander offered wine and a warm meal, as this was the last city upon the rider's route. Joran couldn't help but smile just a bit, the old knight commander of Falken's watch was a powerful fellow, broad of shoulders and long in the face with stormy grey eyes that were ever alert even for his age, and yet he had never struck Joran as a man without humor or kindness. No, the old knight commander had always given proper hospitality even if it wasn't necessary, "No thank you. We've already eaten enough for today. Jorah wouldn't like it if I were to get too fat now."

While the knight commander prattled on about the events just outside and within the city walls, Jorah whispered to his mind, her presence pressing close to his own like a flickering flame, I'd prefer you fatter...Your muscle is tightly knit around weak bones. Joran ignored her as he usually did, she enjoyed teasing him, enjoying bothering him as he talked to other people. Perhaps it was because there were no other riders or dragons nearby that could understand her, or perhaps she was simply jealous that his attentions were elsewhere. Joran of course knew that part of her was serious, Jorah was a doting dragon, always concerned about her rider, and in turn Joran was just as worried about her well being, but now he realized that he was far too distracted by the dragon looming behind him and he had lost what the old knight commander had been telling him. In his mind he heard Jorah chuckle and recount for him, The bandits among the woods have been taken care of, peace is kept well within the city, and won't you stay for some wine?

Controlling his reaction Joran smiled to the old knight commander and responded gratefully, "I shouldn't hold you up. It wouldn't be right. I am not one to take advantage of a city's kind graces. Besides, I already had my fill yesterday of your wine."

The old knight commander scoffed and waved an iron clad hand at the air, "Nonsense! If not the city, then accept my very own hospitality!" He then stepped in closer with a grin clasping Joran's shoulder in a friendly but rather painful manner, "My daughters would love to have you over again. They won't stop asking to see you and you know my offer stands, either one of them would be yours if you desire."

Joran reached back to gave Jorah's cheek a soothing touch as he replied quickly, "Ah, I'm afraid that I have no interest in that sir. Your daughters are fair that is certain, but I already have a maiden to call my own."

The old man snorted and gave Joran's shoulder another hardy slap, "Already tied down and yet so young...A dragon rider must be free to have his fun and wed when he is old and grey, and yet you gained your station by not fooling around with maidens in stables hah! Go on then! Back to your lover whoever she is and the best of luck to you Joran. Everything is at peace here."

Joran smiled and gave the man's hand a good shake before climbing back onto the back of Jorah, Jorah who was rather silent. As she took off from the wall her wings spread wide and gave a mighty flap to bring them high into the sky. Joran could feel her silent seething, his fingers feeling over the smooth scales of her neck. Many times he had been offered a daughter and sometimes even a son, but to all of those people he had refused and every single time his precious Jorah fumed with anger. Certainly he was honored when anyone would make such an offer especially highborn men and women who had to pick and choose their suitors carefully, and yet it caused more trouble than it was worth. Many times he had said as a simple jest that he was married to his job, and yet that simple statement bore more truth than most would ever know for ever since Jorah and Joran shared eyes, they had also shared a deep love for one another.

It wasn't entirely uncommon for a rider and a dragon to mate, to love one another, and yet among those riders, most took a human wife or husband to make a family and to keep the dragon's blood flowing, however, Joran himself had never been able to do it. Though producing more children worthy of riding upon dragon back was important, he couldn't pull himself away from the love he held for his Jorah. The fact that Jorah could not bear Joran's children did not bother him in the slightest, but Jorah had always found it a sore spot. As if to match his thoughts her words rang out low and full of silent despair, His daughters are healthy. Either of them would give you a son or daughter worthy of your seed.

Joran shut his eyes, trusting Jorah to keep them safe while they were aloft. He leaned upon her and placed his cheeks upon her cool scales, speaking quietly, "They would give me a child, but they would not have my love, or my happiness. Besides...Perhaps we only need to try harder to have a child of our own."

Riders from the far east had claimed that dragons could have a human child, that the origins of riders began with the first who made love to his dragoness to produce a child born from shell, a powerful child with true dragon blood, and yet such a thing had never been proven. It was only a legend told to make children's eyes wide with wonder, and recently to give hope to his sulking dragoness lover. Joran was determined to reaffirm his singular love for Jorah no matter how many times it required, even if he should die the last of his name and kind.

Jorah's mood turned for the better as she felt her rider's desire. It was difficult to remain so sullen when everything that Joran felt she could feel as well thanks to their connection. She couldn't ignore it either, couldn't deny the truth there before her. That through their connection she could feel the love, the admiration and passion he felt for her. Even still with all of his love Jorah still had her doubts, more so a sense of duty to her kind and riders as well, their love should not deprive the world of a dragon rider's child. Joran felt this doubt and could do very little for it except allow Jorah to know that he loved her and never take another to his bed.

The rest of the way to their home was a silent journey, both of them focused on the heated emotions shared between. When the mountain's were in sight, Joran opened his eyes to look upon his home, admire the snowcapped peaks and the frosted rock and stone that had been carved out here and there with homes and hovels for dragon kind. He would only ever need one of those homes, but on the rare occurrence of visitation or congregation, his home would be able to house many of his brethren and their dragons. Near the center of the mountain a platform jutted out, man made and prepared for dragon kind to land upon. Jorah descended gradually, her wings folding as she touched upon the smooth stone, Joran dismounting carefully. A long day in the summer heat gave cause enough to strip down to bare skin, even more so with an impassioned dragon's presence touching his mind at every turn, but up in the mountain it was cold enough that frost and snow touched the stone here and there. Of course he didn't mind the cold, in fact he preferred winter weather to summer or spring, which was partially the reason he had taken residence in this harsh mountain keep. Stone steps cut from the mountain itself led up to a large doorway covered by a grey canopy covered in a red cloth that hung low over the sides.

Stepping inside he waited for Jorah to enter to light the torch's upon the wall with her breath. Now he could see in dim light the warm fur pelts that covered the floor of the temple-like home, the pillars that held up the roof above them, and the tables and chairs scattered about that had seen many riders throughout the day, though they lately they rarely had to entertain guests. Jorah stretched much like a cat, her maw opening wide to reveal powerful fangs as she yawned, her tail curling and cutting at the air. Joran's shoulders relaxed as he stepped into the warm home, the cold outside being halted by the fire and fur. He set his sword aside against a table and began stripping from his leathers then, suddenly aware of the eyes upon him. Without looking he could feel her gaze so full of hunger, passion and an echo of doubt that annoyed him to no end. He had proved his love and loyalty so many times, it should not matter that he would keep his name alive, Joran only needed Jorah. As selfish as that might have been, Joran cared not. As he finished disrobing entirely Jorah curled around, cool scales pressing against his warm skin, her cheek pressing to his as she rumbled out a content purr.

Jorah felt her rider's anger, his irritation at his inability to sooth her doubts, and yet she only felt compelled to go to him, to smother him in her own love. Selfish, both of them were selfish fools, but at the very least they could both admit it and drown in sin with one another. Care must be taken around a dragon, thoughts and emotions must be guarded, but between Joran and herself, there was no need. Secrets better left unsaid were whispered upon the wind, feelings best hidden away were brought to the surface without shame. It was only among others that they ever needed to guard their minds. Among the dancing torchlight in their home she could do as she pleased without fear of prying eyes judging her precious Joran. She did not care what they said about her, but she could not stand it if her lover's reputation were to suffer. Certainly dragon riders knew of their union, but the common folk would gawk at such a thing.

Joran silenced his lover's thoughts with a simple peck upon her scaled cheek, her eyes shutting as she let out a pleased trill that echoed against the walls of their home. His hand stroked gently upon her cheek as he moved his lips to her mouth, a gentle and firm kiss that softened Jorah's presence. Her own maw opened slightly, her tongue pushing out to meet her lover's soft lips, their tongues now brushing against one another's, twisting and dancing for a moment before their mouths pulled away.

Jorah desired more of her rider's flavor, and more of every little shuddering reaction to her tongue. Her slender tongue dragged from his chin down to his chest, feeling over his skin, not minding the drops of cold sweat still upon his body. Lower and lower her tongue dragged, Joran letting out little breaths, his body shivering in reaction to her steady tongue as it trailed closer and closer to his crotch. Finally her tongue coiled around his member, her maw open wide and dripping drool upon his shaft as she began to pass her tongue back and forth against his cock, massaging the flesh ever so gently, being careful to take in every inch. At the same time her rider raised his hands to seize her horns, tugging her head towards his body as he thrust, Jorah purring at such a thing. Though he might have been smaller, her rider was certainly the dominant force in their relationship, driving her with his urges more than her own, and keeping her calm when necessary. She could only pur and swell with pride whenever he took hold of her, thrusting his cock to her tongue and wherever he desired. Jorah had a rider like no other, a powerful man whose seed belonged to none but herself, and it was fantastic.

The joy pouring from his dragon's mind and spirit brought his heart a flutter, his hips working faster along with his excitement, his hands tightening upon her horns as he felt her love and commitment both from their connection and from the way her tongue massaged his erect cock. Already he could feel himself so close, his balls twitching and tightening, his cock throbbing and dripping hot pre onto his dragon's tongue, pre which Jorah gratefully drained upon. Soon enough she closed her maw upon his cock, careful of her fangs as she used her tongue and maw together to suckle his cock, pausing as she felt him suddenly begin to thrust.

With every push Joran's balls kissed Jorah's mouth, his cock sliding in and out rapidly as he worked to breed her mouth as if he were pounding into her beautiful cunt. With such vigorous treatment Jorah's own slit became slick with pleasure, wet with desire as she suckled down more and more of that throbbing cock. Already she so badly wanted to taste his seed upon her tongue, to drink deeply of her rider's essence and feel his passion and pleasure given physical form. Her eyes shut then as she felt him thrust one last time, felt his cock twitch and release her lover's thick seed upon her tongue, the warmth of the stuff sending shivers that traveled from her spine down to her flicking tail. At the same time she gave a pleased rumble at his little noises, his gasps and groans, the way his fingers clutched tightly at her horns, the way his body sagged and leaned in closer to her as if for support. When finally he finished and pulled free from her mouth, Jorah swallowed with a singular gulp, the warmth of his seed resting well in her stomach as she moved to nuzzle her lover's cheek.

Joran returned the love that he was given, hand upon her cheek, holding her snout against his face gently before she pulled away. He could only smile as she looked down upon him with half-lidded eyes. Many said that their eyes looked like blood, but to Joran, Jorah's eyes were bright rubies, precious and to be guarded. His cock didn't need much coaxing to become firm again, his mouth planting soft kisses against her snout again and again to beg for her to turn around and present her cunt, though he knew she would have done it regardless. She let out a pur and shut her eyes as she accepted his rain of kisses and when finally he was done, she turned away from him, lowering her front and bringing her grand rump into sight, her tail lifted on high to present what she had to offer.

Joran gripped upon the soft hide of her rump, squeezing as he brought her just a bit lower, her slit and his cock lined up perfectly. Leaning close he gave the base of her tail a bite, smiling just a bit as the dragoness hissed in mild amusement and irritation. Sliding his cock against her cunt he brought it up and down, tip against her entrance before pushing in slowly, teasing the warm and wet entrance by pressing gently to it before pulling his tip away. Before Jorah had a chance to complain, her rider brought himself inside of her with a powerful thrust, the dragoness letting out a roar that echoed and shook the walls. Joran grinned then as he raised a hand to slap upon her heavy rump, his hips working already desperately to thrust and pound away at her warm insides.

Jorah clawed at the stone underneath the furs, leaving deep marks as her insides tightened and sucked upon the cock invading her. She groaned out and hissed, her tail lashing at the air as Joran, her lover and rider, took her like a proper mate should. Even now in the middle of their passionate the desire to produce children for him was ever stronger. She would give anything to give him an heir worthy of his power, worthy of his seed, even at the cost of her life. Such a thought brought on a furious slap from her rider's hand upon her rump, his thrusts growing more and more furious by the second as if he were trying to pound away her thoughts, trying to breed the foolishness out of her mind. In some ways it worked. Her mind could think of nothing but the man within her, the rider taking her so furiously. Her folded wings spread out wide and flexed as she felt her insides clench further, his cock hitting just the right spot every time, a soreness taking over as she came closer to her climax.

Joran hugged upon her rear and tail, thrusting as deep as he could manage and pressing his body as close as he could. Her thoughts had angered him in truth and drove him further into his passionate rutting. Nothing mattered, not land nor duty, only Jorah mattered to him. If having a child was what she truly desired then he would sow every single drop of his seed inside of her everyday until it happened, and neither of them would ever die in the process. That would be a price too much, what used was a child if he had no bride, no mother to take care of the whelp? Such thoughts brought the dragoness to a shiver and he could feel tears staining her scales as his powerful emotions reached her, her warm insides clenching tighter and tighter upon his cock until he felt her slick pleasure grow immensely with a bit of a squirt, her orgasm signaled by her insides and by the roar she let out that bounced against the walls and shook the very floor, but he made no visible motion of fear, instead he continued pounding into her, his own orgasm coming just as thick as the first, thick seed painting the dragoness' insides in heavy ropes that kept on pouring out until finally he was spent.

Once Joran was certain that his cock and balls were drained, he sat back upon the furs panting, wiping at his brow and looking up at the massive rump and pussy now filled with his cum. Jorah turned once her tears were gone and her pride would be intact. She brought herself around him, circling him once, twice, before lying down curled around him, her head upon his lap, her eyes shut, her body shivering just a bit. Joran placed a soft touch upon her head, his own eyes closing as he listened quietly, waiting for the words that he knew would come, You truly mean to mate with me every day?

Joran smiled just a bit and replied, laying his head upon hers, "If that won't work then no amount of sacrifice will...and I never want you to think such things ever again Jorah. You are my pride and life, should you end, then I would too."

Jorah did not stir, but again shuddered, her voice ringing out clear and full of determination, Then I will do my best to survive. She then brought her head up, her eyes open and staring into his own as she whispered to his mind, If truly you plan to breed me and go against all odds and sanity, then you will need to do so more than once a day.

Joran felt over her cheek gently while speaking, "Twice then...or perhaps more depending on how able bodied I am. Certainly once in the morning and before we sleep."

Jorah pushed her head to his touch, her eyes shutting again, sleep threatening her tired form as she uttered, It sounds wonderful my dear rider...Now let us rest...Tomorrow we will deal with men offering their children and wine to you...Pray that they do not find me annoyed for I will not stand idly again while they make such insults.

Joran cleared his throat unsure of how to take that, but he laid back against the furs, shutting his eyes. A full day of flying was indeed grounds to sleep. Tomorrow they would take flight again to check their assigned settlements, and again he would be offered daughters and wine, he only wondered how Jorah would react if she had found some sort of newfound confidence. It was almost enough to unnerve him, but at the same time the thought of her swatting a man onto his rear was enough to keep him smiling, even in his dreams. Regardless, nothing mattered so long as he had his lover by his side, so long as Jorah and Joran could ride together as one spirit.