FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

A modern take on PB472's “The Long Watch." A human rider and draconic mount duo (not the ones from PB's work) are hired by the Azelian army to smuggle goods into the Great Steppe embassy within the community hub of the two species. Both the draconids of Great Steppe and the Azelian army pounced on a potentially revolutionary way to trade between the species. Out of the applicants, the two parties settled on the two independents foreign to the city, named Wyatt and Kylaerin, or as her rider calls Kylin. It would be this mission that would mark the beginning of the renewed relations between the two species, even if the mission didn't go quite according to plan.

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“You can't be serious!"

The colonel took a slow drag on his cigar. “I am." The colonel said in a throaty exhale, smoke pummeling into Wyatt's nose like a battering ram. Wyatt crinkled his nose in response to the foul smell. The colonel sat amused as he unconsciously smirked at Wyatt's disgruntled expression. Wyatt turned to his draconic companion looking for support. The female wyvern caught her riders gaze, understanding the assignment at task. She cleared her throat.

“Surely there is another way, I mean, is this even possible?" Kylaerin voiced her concern to the colonel. She too had her doubts about the legitimacy of this mission. The colonel placed his palms against his mahogany colored wooden desk, “Sure it is!" He announced with enthusiasm. He pushed his chair from his desk, ready to stand up. “Do I need to spell it out for you again?"

“Please." Was all Wyatt could say. He hoped he had initially misheard the colonel.

The colonel rose upward, the chair slightly rolling out from under him. “Alright you two, listen and listen closely. These are the last instructions you'll be hearing from me." He took another drag on the cigar. He pointed at the gray colored wyvern, “You are going to ensure the goods we provide you get across the checkpoint undetected. In order to do this, you are going to eat them." He shifted his gaze towards Wyatt. “Now to ensure they remain unharmed inside, you'll be on damage control within the stomach, keeping tabs on the goods, ensuring they don't shift or cause harm to the carrier. Which of course entails that you will also be eaten; only after she is finished ingesting the cargo so you aren't crushed and you can guide them back up once across the checkpoint."

Kylaerin sat uneasy, already imagining eating not only foreign substances, but also her rider. “Has such a thing ever been attempted?" She asked, a hint of concern in between the words. “Smuggling goods by ingestion? Of course!" Replied the colonel partially annoyed by the relentless questioning. “No! I mean yes! But, do I need to eat my own rider? Doesn't that seem rather…" She looked at Wyatt, he too brimming with concern. She carefully chose the last word to her question, “...unnecessary?" He placed his cigar in the ashtray and sat back down. “Might I remind you that you applied to this mission on your own, and you both have already signed the electronic contract within the application. You two are doing this mission and are no longer capable of backing out." Kylaerin and her rider sat still at the colonel's harsh words. The colonel noticed their frozen postures. He sighed in an attempt to calm himself. He clasped his palms together before he spoke in an attempt to level and reassure them.

“Look, the both of you were selected from all the applicants for one simple reason. The two of you are a rider and mount duo. This is a first of its kind mission and a certain level of trust is needed. It's no secret those of the draconic genus have control over their digestive properties. That, paired with the demands of where you're going, it is absolutely necessary for you to be hidden away." Wyatt still sat still in disbelief, he had heard the colonel right. He would be eaten, and it was non-negotiable. He was only snapped out of his trance when his mount spoke up, “What do I have to eat anyways? He will be okay in there, right?"

“I can't inform you on the specifics of the contents. This is a highly classified mission after all. But since you do seem rather concerned not only for yourself but also your rider I can tell you this, in their current state, they pose no biological harm to either of you." Both Wyatt and Kylaerin were unsatisfied with the vague response from the colonel. They readied themselves in unison for a rebuttal, but the colonel silenced them with more words.

“We are already offering you a premium on this mission. I will personally pay you not to ask me anything else." The colonel said sternly. The rider-mount duo looked at each other. Although still not entirely sold, they swallowed their words. Pleased, the colonel stood up and offered a hand to both Wyatt and Kylaerin. Wyatt stood and shook his hand, offering the colonel a stronger grip than he would with others. The colonel smiled, “Glad to have your cooperation. You can follow the hallway to where you'll go over preparation procedures with my Lieutenant." The colonel shook the extended talon from the wyvern. “Close the door on your way out!" Wyatt ensured he faced away from the colonel before rolling his eyes. He waited from his mount to exit the garage style door before siding it shut.

“What a douchebag!" Wyatt said quietly. He waited for his mount's reply. “Oh come on, it'll be okay." Kylaerin was aware the situation would likely be uncomfortable for the both of them, but this mission in theory could work. Still, Wyatt was not wrong about the colonel. “But yes, the colonel is as you put it, a douchebag." Kylaerin had never said the word douchebag, Wyatt found this quite amusing. Wyatt laughed, allowing his tempers to calm after that ordeal. He rubbed his arms on his mounts neck, “Let's go see what these other military pricks have in store for us." Kylaerin pushed into her mount's hands, embracing his touch.

Together the two walked the length of the hallway to another large room. There they were met by another attendant. Wyatt assumed this to be the Lieutenant. “Hello!" came the new voice. Wyatt already much preferred the tone behind his voice as opposed to the colonel. “Wow! You're a wyvern! I've never seen one in person before. Only the many dragons and drakes." Wyatt looked to Kylaerin, anxious to see her response. The attendant meant no harm of course, but it was at times a touchy topic for his mount. Kylaerin swallowed, the fact that she was a wyvern didn't concern her personally, but it did concern how the world saw her. All wyverns are sterile, born from both a dragon and drake parent. Wyverns are a rare bunch, and often subject to prejudice by other drakes and dragons, as well as humans. This was the main reason she became a dragon-mount. A vow is to be taken between the rider and the mount. The mount may take no mate as long as they are a mount, and the rider in turn may take no spouse. The details were a bit gray as a human still could technically partner up, but Kylaerin did not pressure Wyatt about it. Her decision not to take a mate was entirely hers. Wyatt pressed a hand to her thigh, reassuring his companionship, one in which she greatly appreciated.

Kylaerin offered the attendant a smile before scanning the room., noticing a small pile of some many things, carefully stacked and sealed in black bags. Breaking up the silence, the attendant spoke, “Ah, I'm sure you're curious to know what that is! That is what you'll be eating, along with your companion here." It was a rather large pile, one that was well larger than her rider. She felt a phantom discomfort within her gut. “Don't worry, you'll only have to eat them once, they are not a part of our pre-run checkouts. The attendant turned to Wyatt. “What we will ask is for you to go ahead and be eaten so we can monitor your vitals." Now it was Wyatt's turn to feel uneasy. The attendant continued on. “We would like you to get accustomed to her stomach before the real run, and to test your vitals to ensure our calculations are correct for this mission. We will provide you with a test wetsuit, the one you will put on shortly, and one to wear during the run, both acid-proof should that problem arise. As a fire breather, your mount naturally secretes oxygen in her stomach which pairs with the igniter held in her lungs. As you respirate, we calculate that you will have roughly an hour before the CO2 levels become potentially hazardous. The run should take no more than thirty minutes from start to finish, but we still want to test the full hour duration." She turned to Kylaerin for a moment, “You were informed not to eat a full day prior, have you taken this precaution?" Kylaerin nodded in response. The attendant sighed, satisfied.

Wyatt did what he could to follow the attendants words. “When will this be happening?" He asked curiously, hoping for a little time to prepare himself. “Well with the run happening tonight, starting now would give us plenty of time to go over the data and make any last minute changes if need be. Given the intimacy this requires, I'll give you two the room so he can disrobe to put on the wetsuit..." The attendant grabbed the wetsuit that hung on the wall and extended it out towards Wyatt. Begrudgingly he grabbed the fabric. The attendant finished her statement, “...And so you can actually get on to, uh, eating him." The attendant laughed as if she couldn't believe she had actually said those words. She also handed them two earpieces with two way communication. “These will allow you two to talk, and I'll talk to your mount from the outside. What's nice about these is that there is no delay so there won't be an echo if you stand next to each other. That and they only pick up noise from the person wearing it!" She seemed personally enthused and prideful, as if she designed the product herself. Together they nodded their understanding. Wyatt put his in along with helping with Kylaerin's and turned them on. A brief click then soft whine hinted that they worked. The attendant spoke once more, still facing Wyatt, “Also we figured it'd put you more at ease, the forehead sleeve of the suit has a tiny LED, so you'll be able to actually see what's going on." They all stood in silence for a moment, sharing glances with one another. Kylaerin, now fed up with the continued presence of the attendant, spoke aloud, “Yes very good now get out please." She extended her talon to the door they came through. “Ah yes, sorry. When you've gotten him down please unlock the door so we can keep an eye on your vitals too." The attendant walked out the large door, she turned as if to say something else. Those words didn't come as Wyatt closed the door, sighing as it locked.

“Well I guess I have to put this thing on." Wyatt said while laughing, Kylaerin joined him in laughter.

“You gonna be okay?" Wyatt's mount asked compassionately. “Yeah I'll be fine. I trust you completely, just, never been eaten before, that's all." Kylaerin offered him her words. “Well, I've never eaten anyone before, I'll be gentle of course." Wyatt nodded and turned his attention to the wetsuit. An entirely black fabric, save orange streaks that lined the underside of the armpits all the way down to the lateral sides of each ankle. Wyatt lay the suit down and began to undress. Kylaerin had now gotten Wyatt to not feel shameful around her when he was without clothes. Their flight attire required special clothing that demanded frequent undressing. He would always seek out privacy.

Wyatt got down to his undergarments before pausing. He sensed her eyes on him, being in the nude around others was not a human thing except involving intimacy. His mount, however, taught him to be comfortable around her. Their relationship was not one of that level of intimacy anyways, but deep down he still felt just a bit odd about it. He looked to his mount, curious as to her odd expression. “Why are you looking at me like that?" She licked her lips as a setup to her next comment. “Oh, it's just, you've never looked so tasty before." Wyatt rolled his eyes and despite his best effort in holding back, let out a hearty laugh. He greatly appreciated the poor yet well-timed joke, putting him more at ease.

He removed the last of his clothing and reached for the wetsuit. Swiftly Wyatt put his legs through it before pulling it up over his chest. He slid his arms through the sleeves, pausing to take notice of the bionic system circling his left wrist. He concluded it to be the sensors which collected his vitals. Lastly Wyatt brought the fabric over his head, ensuring no strands of his hair were exposed. “Well Kylin, how do I look?" Wyatt asked rhetorically, throwing his arms out to the side. Kylaerin knew the question was rhetorical, but couldn't help herself from a snarky response, “Ridiculous." Wyatt smiled and shook his head.

A brief moment of silence fell over them as they both had the same question on their mind, “How do we go about this?"

Kylin, as Wyatt calls her, broke the silence, “Would you like me to lead, or you?" Wyatt had already affirmed himself that it would be best if she led, so he may not wimp out. But he also knew he wanted to do it a certain way. “Well I want to walk in myself and go down feet first, but also I don't want you to give me a warning and just do it; if that makes sense." Kylin nodded, “It does, are you ready?" Wyatt sighed, “I suppose I have to be. Are you ready?" Kylin spoke Wyatt's words, “I suppose I have to be." Wyatt nodded as Kylin laid down from her standing stature to allow an easier process for the both of them. She laid her neck and jaw on the floor before opening her maw.

Kylin was no doubt a massive dragon. Wyatt began to feel a new appreciation for her size as her maw was clearly large enough to fit him entirely. The well lit room shown between her jaws, fully illuminating the cavern. Several white teeth tucked just behind her lips sat attached to pink gums. The gums softened to more pink flesh lining the cheeks and palate. The most noticeable was the spaded red tongue that led to the opening of the throat. Wyatt moved forwards, bathing himself in her hot breath. He stopped a foot in front of her lower jaw, his head in line with her upper jaw. Kylaerin watched in anticipation as Wyatt readied himself to step in between her jaws. Wyatt took a deep breath, he lifted his foot over her pointed teeth, and ducked his head to avoid even more teeth. Kylin just about cross eyed herself as Wyatt disappeared into her blindspots. She felt his foot place itself down just past her teeth and in front of her tongue. She had never had anything willingly crawl into her mouth. Wyatt watched as she reacted to his weight. Kylin's tongue twitched, ready to embrace his figure. He steadied himself by gripping at the teeth above him. Carefully he brought his other foot off of the tiled floor onto the flesh of her maw.

Wyatt let go of the incisors and turned to face forwards to her throat. Wyatt positioned himself and stepped forward onto Kylin's tongue. Carefully, Wyatt applied more pressure, his foot sinking into the flesh like quicksand. As Wyatt fully planted his weight, Kylin inadvertently flexed her tongue, causing it to shift beneath him. Wyatt fell forwards, belly flopping onto the dexterous organ with a wet plop. To Wyatt it felt as if he were jumping onto a waterbed, except this time he was actually getting wet, furthermore this time it was saliva and not water. Wyatt gasped as his head was now just a mere foot from the back of her throat. Quickly he turned himself around, so his head lay away from the quivering passageway. He calmed himself, laughing at his fear. He pressed into the tongue with his fingers, marveling as the muscle yielded to his applied pressures Kylin sat as still as she could, allowing her rider the freedom to explore her maw. She felt she could now close her jaws without causing him distress. Slowly the last bit of light reached Wyatt's eyes, only the gaps in her teeth allowed some if any light through; there was no turning back now. Kylin knew she now had the freedom to take over now that Wyatt was properly positioned. Her thought was further confirmed when Wyatt offered an audible affirmation, “Okay, go ahead." She could hear the unsteadiness within his voice. Kylin lifted her tongue upwards. She felt Wyatt wrap his arms around the underside of her tongue from her movements. Kylin pinned her rider against her soft palate. She felt him squirming slightly on her tongue, the taste of his skin barely seeping through the fabric of the wetsuit. Her maw naturally began to salivate more as she gathered more of his flavor. Kylin felt slight guilt for enjoying his taste as Wyatt was now drenched in her saliva. Whether Wyatt was ready or not, he was going down, Kylin thought to herself as she tilted her head upwards. While Wyatt was still nervous, he willingly let go, a silent expression of his trust in his mount.

Kylin felt his grip loosen, in turn she relieved the pressure on his frame allowing him to descend downwards to her awaiting gullet. Wyatt heard a loud squelch as he felt the strong tug of her throat at his feet. He sharply descended as his feet were compressed into a tight tube. The grip on his ankles continued to pull him deeper as the tongue that once supported him now slid out from under him. Wyatt watched the last light fade away from him as Kylin's tongue fully pushed him into her throat, sealing off his escape. Kylin's throat now attended to Wyatt's frame as it constricted him from all sides. Breathing for Wyatt was an impossibility. If the esophageal flesh didn't pour into his mouth, the saliva did. Moving in general was also restricted, he could squirm around a bit, but he did what he could to go limp and just wait it out.

Kylin felt Wyatt's weight fall off of her tongue and enter her throat. She traced her talon down her throat as Wyatt descended. Only when Wyatt reached her ribcage was she able to maneuver her neck downwards to further watch his descent. Wyatt's feet pressed into the tight ring of flesh, momentarily slowing his descent, however it didn't take long to pierce the muscle that welcomed his entry into the stomach. Wyatt's feet pressed into the bottom of the chamber as his head and arms escaped the grip of the sphincter. He rebounded slightly as the rest of his body crashed against the stomach floor. Kylaerin watched the bulge that disappeared into her ribcage suddenly reappear within her stomach. She let out a relieved sigh when the bulge moved slightly.

Wyatt assessed his situation momentarily within her insides. The smell? Acrid? The sounds? A booming heartbeat and squishing from under him. “How did it feel? Hot, wet, and sticky. The taste? Well, Wyatt didn't have the courage to taste anything just yet. The sight? None. He remembered the small LED. Wyatt ran his fingers across his forehead before he felt a small bump, he pressed down on the lump, turning it on. He froze in slight awe at his surroundings. Glossy walls shimmered in the light. Small ridges and valleys in the stomach lining lined all surfaces of the chamber, giving her stomach its lumpy feel. He ran his hand over the flesh, watching his fingers slide across the flesh. Upon closer inspection he could even see the tiny and intricate cross-crossing of arteries and veins peeking through the stomach lining. He grabbed at a fold just to the side of his hand, only for it to slip out of his grip.

Kylin could feel Wyatt poking at her flesh, a sensation she was unfamiliar to. She figured she would check in on him. “Are you okay in there?" Kylarin asked, hoping the earpieces actually did work. Wyatt heard a slight whine from his earpiece but couldn't quite make it out. He tapped it a few times before he could hear anything that resembled speech. All he could decipher was the tail end of the wyvern's question, only hearing what he thought to be, “Air." He waited for another message to come through, confident he would now better be able to hear it. This time however, he got a different kind of message.

Concerned as to why Wyatt didn't respond, she pressed her taloned thumb into her stomach, forcefully poking at the distended flesh, disrupting its rounded curve. Wyatt felt the flesh beneath him forcefully shove him aside, letting out a startled cry of distress while he shifted. His earpiece buzzed again, this time the words were clear. Kylarin called out again while still pressing against her abdomen, “Hey! Are you okay in there?" Wyatt wiped the fluids that found his face during the sudden movement. “I was until you did whatever you just did!" This time Kylaerin heard Wyatt's voice, he seemed to be rather disturbed by what she did. Instead of replying with words, she just laughed, amused how easily she could push him around if she pleased. She removed her talon, she felt her rider slide back downwards. “What's it like in there?" Kylaerin asked, genuinely curious.

Wyatt once again took in his surroundings, this time more open-mindedly. He couldn't see anything and the smell wasn't great. But just as the attendant said, he could breathe, albeit the air was rather dense. He also had no burning sensations, much to his relief. The chamber was also nicely sized considering how he nearly flew upwards when Kylin pushed him around. He was already soaked from the process of being eaten, so the viscous fluids that lined the walls and pooled on the floor were less noticeable. The big snag for Wyatt however, was that he was still mildly claustrophobic. “Not terrible, still, I don't wanna stay in here any longer than I have to, especially since I already feel a bit claustrophobic." Kylaerin attempted to imagine what Wyatt was experiencing. She admired Wyatt's bravery as she convinced herself that she would never do a thing personally. She was content doing the eating, not the other way around.

A knock came from the recently closed door. Kylin took a few steps towards the door then extended out an arm to press the button, allowing the attendant to slide the door open. The attendant reappeared before the wyverns' eyes, this time with a tablet in hand. Kylin also noticed a slightly startled expression on her face. The attendant spoke, “His heart rate spiked, is he alright?" Kylin nodded, but the attendant persisted that she ask Wyatt again now in her presence.

Wyatt swayed in unison as his mount made her strides. He overheard a heavily muffled noise come from the outside, followed by a voice in his earpiece. “The attendant wishes to know if you are okay." Wyatt heard his mounts question clearly. He thought of a clever response to give in return, one that would also get back at Kylin for her imposed distresses upon him. Kylaerin waited a moment before feeling a sharp jab from the inside of her stomach. The unfamiliar sensation took her by surprise, forcing her to wince, not exactly from pain. Upon recovering from the blow she spoke through her teeth, “He's fine." Wyatt could sense the death stare Kylin would've given him had he been within her view.

The attendant nodded, oblivious as to what the two had inflicted upon each other. Following the minor debacle, the attendant fully entered the room and began asking questions. Most of the questions were directed towards Wyatt and his well-being, but occasionally she focused her attention towards Kylaerin as well. She asked basic questions towards Kylaerin, such as, “How do you feel? Any pain? Nausea? Discomfort?" When asking questions directed at Wyatt, they were more focused on how he adapted to his new surroundings. The attendant, and a large sum of the corporation were very interested as to how well Wyatt handled the wyverns' interior. While yes the mission is of top priority, unbeknownst to Wyatt and Kylaerin, they are somewhat guinea pigs in what could be a revolutionary way to smuggle various types of technology, weaponry, as well as contraband. The two of course did not know this, so she kept the topic of mission preparations at the forefront.

Simple tests concluded, and both Wyatt's and Kylaerin's vitals remained stable throughout the hour. It seemed that the attendant's calculations about Wyatt's safety within his mount's depths were accurate. Both Wyatt and Kylaerin were given the green flag to proceed with the mission. The attendant spoke one last time before giving Kylaerin the room to cough up Wyatt, “Everything looks good to go! Once you get him up, the two of you are free to stay here within the public reaches of the complex. We will grab you when it's time." With that, the attendant left the room.

Kylaerin figured Wyatt would want out as soon as possible, so she got herself in a position to make that happen. Wyatt felt as the stomach suddenly contracted, squeezing from all sides. “What's going on?" He asked anxiously. Kylin heard him, but with her retching, replying was not possible. The stomach continued to constrict Wyatt into a fetal position until the pressure was so great the tight ring of flesh that once sealed off Wyatt's escape, now rapidly opened, allowing Wyatt to again enter the length of her throat. Kylarin felt the bulge that was Wyatt's frame reappear at the base of her neck. Again she traced her talon against the bulge, this time guiding Wyatt upward, as to not accidentally swallow and send him back down. Kylin gagged as she felt her throat open and expose Wyatt back into the air, her tongue hung downwards and fully stretched outwards. She swung her winged forearm below her mouth, thus hopefully preventing a hard impact against the tiled floor. Wyatt felt the pressure on his head weaken as fresh air flooded in from above. He felt gravity pull him down across the smooth tongue. Wyatt readied himself for impact against the ground. Instead he fell against the wing membrane of his mount, sliding down the flesh like a slip n' slide. He came to a stop where Kylin's wing met the tile, leaving a thin streak of saliva in his wake as he lay sprawled out. His eyes stung as they attempted to readjust to the light.

Upon recovering from the visual overload, he noticed Kylin stumble while partially reeling. With concern for his mount he asked, “You okay?" Kylin never before had regurgitated anything near Wyatt's size. She took a moment to recover, shaking herself from her daze. “I'm alright, I hope whatever it is I have to eat comes up easier than you did." Wyatt took a mental note of the response, not yet responding himself. He looked himself over, slightly disgusted with the various fluids he found himself covered in. He kept his thoughts to himself, not wanting Kylin to get the wrong impression that he found her repulsive, cause he didn't. Wyatt spoke, “Well the pile over there looks like many small things, rather than one large thing. Still, the pile is bigger than I am." Now both Wyatt and Kylin looked over at the pile. Kylin once again getting an uneasy feeling within her gut. She was greatly not looking forward to enduring that. “C'mon, I don't wanna think about this mission until we need to." Kylin alerted Wyatt. Wyatt nodded in agreement. The thought of their task at hand was causing them some stress. Wyatt got up and grabbed his clothes. Luckily the wetsuit did its job, keeping him dry aside from his face, hands , and feet. Quickly he removed himself from the wetsuit, changing into the much more favorable t-shirt and cargo pants he wore previously. He tossed the wetsuit aside on the floor, unsure of what exactly to do with it. Kylin opened the door to the hallway as Wyatt reached her side.

The two would spend the next few hours roaming about the complex, occasionally slipping past classified boundaries. They were caught each time, but not before sneaking a few curious glances. They pleaded their ignorance, secretly holding in their laughter. Between their mischievous acts, they shared stories with one other about themselves. Some they both already knew, some it was their first time hearing such things, and they even shared stories of their experiences as a riding pair; both happy to relieve such memories together. Once satisfied with their entry-level snooping, they sat down to talk about the mission.

Unconsciously, one thing was clear to the both of them. Although a little reluctant, they truly were probably the only ones capable of performing the mission. For Wyatt, he would never trust his life to go as far as being eaten alive with any other person than Kylin. As for Kylin, Wyatt was the only living creature she'd willingly regurgitate if they somehow found themselves in her stomach. Now having been given the idea, she humored the thought of making those she didn't like disappear. Not that she actually would, the thought just amused her. One such case was the colonel she thought. Speaking of…

“Alright you two…" Wyatt and Kylin turned in unison. “...It's go time!"

The colonel stood a ways behind them, again with a hefty cigar in hand. Kylin let out a soft growl in annoyance, one the colonel was unable to hear. Wyatt sat still waiting for further instruction. “Well? Get up! You two have to get ready!" The colonel fished his statement by placing his cigar between his teeth, adding a few puffs for good measure.

Wyatt and Kylin rose together from their seated position against one another and walked towards the colonel. The colonel acknowledged their volition and offered a simple upwards head nod to indicate that the duo should follow him. Together the three walked back into the room where they initially met the attendant. Kylin observed that the pile of classified objects was now neatly lined in the middle into rows and columns. There certainly was no shortage of whatever it was they were transporting. Wyatt looked about the room, after glossing over what seemed to be a few dozen objects of varying sizes placed on the tile, he noticed an entirely new wetsuit. Almost identical to the previous one. This time instead of a neon orange stripe along the sides, sky blue stripes took their place.

The colonel stopped in line with the shoulder of the attendant who already found herself in the room. He stood tall, cigar in a vice grip between his teeth, his arms uniformly held behind his back. “Upon completion of the mission, meet back in my office, we will discuss the payment at hand." The riding duo didn't know exactly how much it would be, but they knew it was large enough to support any endeavors they desired for a reasonable amount of time. Wyatt and Kylin nodded their understanding, holding back sly smiles at the thought of the sum of money waiting for them. The colonel nodded in return. “Okay then, listen to what my Lieutenant has to say, and we'll get you two out the door." With that, the colonel left the room.

“Welcome back, you two ready to do this?" The attendant asked enthusiastically. Despite their initial feelings of nervousness, a twinge of excitement seemed to creep over the riding duo. The eager anticipation of actually performing the mission was now all they had their minds on. They nodded their affirmation truthfully. “Great! I've got to get you two ready before you meet up with our driver who will take you to the facility. He will give you the last instructions you will need." She turned from their general direction and focused solely on Wyatt. “Here's your new wetsuit, you can either change into it now ro while in transport.. We have a bag that you can put your clothes into, along with a towel already within." The attendant turned to Kylaerin, “We will fit you with your ID and a visitor's visa so you are able to be cleared into the embassy. You'll also eat everything here before driving over. That way you will have had time to adjust to the weight difference."

The attendant grabbed the new suit on the wall and offered it to Wyatt. Wyatt grabbed it taking notice of the lack of the bionic vitals system, as well as the small lump on the forehead. “Um, where's the LED?" He asked, quite curiously. The attendant figured he would question the reason there was no light source. “Light is able to permeate skin. While the LED previously didn't show signs of itself from the outside, we don't want to risk it." Wyatt stood surprised, “So I'm going to be blind?" The attendant understood where he was coming from, however it was not her decision to remove the source of light. She offered a vague reassurance, “We have utmost confidence in your ability to complete the mission without the use of light." Kylan felt concerned for Wyatt, if he felt claustrophobic with a light source, she could only imagine what it would be like with even less room and no light at all.

Before Wyatt could offer a rebuttal, she also offered him a velcro sleeve way too large to fit him. Clearly it was made for the wyvern at his side. The attendant spoke again, this time to Kylaerin, “This sleeve will go around your thigh. I have all the documentation you will need already inside the clear covering." Wyatt held up the sleeve so he could view the documentation. There was a paper copy of his mount's ID and a green sheet of paper with the word “VISA" headlining the copy in bolded lettering. “Which of course will allow you to actually get into the embassy, not just the facility. Which reminds me, we really don't have a lot of time to linger." She turned to face them generally, “Let's have you put on the sleeve for her, and I will help give you the cargo to ingest." Wyatt stuffed the wetsuit into the bag before moving to help his mount, giving him free hands..

Wyatt helped Kylin get the sleeve on. It was a good thing the fabric was as stretchy as it was, allowing a breathable fit for his mount's muscular thighs. He rotated the sleeve so the paperwork faced outwards before fastening the velcro straps. Kylin appreciated Wyatt helping her with the sleeve. Even if she wanted to try herself, the lack of actual hands made the task impossible. She turned her focus to the attendant who already held one of the objects in her hands. “Just place the damn thing on the ground, I can do it myself." The attendant hesitated before complying, “Remember, the components cannot be damaged." Obviously the attendant feared for the safety of the object inside. Perhaps that was why she personally wanted to help.

Kylin grabbed the object between her jaws before readying herself to swallow. Tasteless, hard, dry, weirdly textured from the bag covering it. Despite being smaller, it still was heavy. The bag did a poor job concealing that the object was obviously metallic, and likely expensive. She attempted to be as careful as she possibly could. She swallowed, shuttering slightly as she felt its weight slip into her throat. She still had over a dozen more to go. The attendant watched closely as more and more of the cargo disappeared before her eyes. Wyatt watched as more of the objects dropped into her stomach. As a wyvern, her chest was naturally large and rounded. The natural shape of her abdomen was thin and sleek which enlarged once more as it neared her tail. Now however, having ingested the last of the objects, her torso now formed a sleek smoothness from her chest to the base of her tail. Wyatt wondered how she felt, and just how much room he would have in there.

Kylin let out a relieved sigh having realized she no longer needed to eat anymore. She secretly wondered if she'd be able to eat Wyatt as well. Kylin already felt incredibly full and weighed down by the mass of the technology inside of her. Plus, Wyatt was physically larger than any of the objects she ate. She would just have to toughen up and stick it out, Kylin thought to herself. “Well I don't have anything else to do here. Oh wait! The earpieces!" Wyatt pointed to his and Kylin to hers. Silently proving they were still in and working. “Okay good, Remember to change on the ride over there." The attendant said, focused on Wyatt. “Follow me to the truck." Wyatt allowed Kylin to exit the room after the attendant so she could move at a pace comfortable to her. Luckily Wyatt noticed she didn't seem to be too dragged down. He grabbed the bag and followed suit.

Together all three ventured out the door and towards a back exit. Upon setting foot outside, there was a large truck with a sliding rear door, like that on a U-Haul. Already standing by the sliding door was another person within the military personnel. He was dressed more casually than that of the Lieutenant and Corporal. Behind them the attendant spoke, “Good luck you two! Listen carefully to what he has to say." After finishing her statement, she drifted back inside and closed the door. As the door behind them closed, the door on the truck flung open. Kylin and Wyatt peered into the empty truck bed, a bed which appeared large enough to hide away a dragon and her human counterpart.

“Evening y'all." Along with being dressed casually, the driver also spoke informally. Wyatt could tell that the driver was either also hired by the military corporation, or he held a vastly different position from other staffing. Both Kylin and Wyatt offered their greetings. “Here's the rundown. I'm gonna transport y'all to the facility in the back of this truck here. While on the way there, you need to change out of those clothes and *disappear.*" He offered air-quotes when saying “disappear." The duo took the hint. The driver continued on, “I'll let you out near, but not in front of the entrance. There won't be any security to get into the facility, only when crossing the checkpoint into the embassy. You will have until closing to get in and out of the embassy. If you weren't told, it is the Draconic Embassy, so no humans allowed. This is why you need to be hidden away. We're doing this job at closing time so there won't be any daytime traffic of those unaware about the mission while you're there, further lowering any levels of suspicion. They'll do a couple of checkovers and ask basic questions. Your reason for visiting is meeting with an official for an interview. The visa we gave you will also say this. They will have no reason to reject you, upon crossing you'll meet with a black dragon, he will be expecting you so no need to go looking for him. He will guide you to the location where you can drop everything off. Afterwards you are free to exit both the embassy and facility all together. I'll be waiting exactly where I was… Any questions?"

Wyatt and Kylin had nothing to offer the driver.

“Great, now get in."

Kylin stepped into the bed of the truck. Wyatt watched the suspension of the truck stress under her weight, but not to the point of being unable to drive. Kylin offered Wyatt a talon, Wyatt grabbed on as Kylin lifted him into the bed. Wyatt cleared the doorframe as the sliding door came crashing down before stopping abruptly. “Ten minutes until this door opens again. In ten minutes I don't want to see you." The driver's voice echoed through the bed. Wyatt nodded his understanding. The door closed at Wyatt's feet, he could hear the driver lock the door from the outside. The two took a second to let their eyes adjust to the soft orange strip of light which lined the roof of the truck, faintly illuminating the bed. Kylin laid down against the metal frame as Wyatt opened the bag once more. Before Wyatt could properly sit down, the engine revved and the truck took off down the road, throwing Wyatt into Kylin. Kylin extended her arm catching her rider. “Sorry." Wyatt said apologetically. Kylin gave him a lick, showing Wyatt that it was of no concern. Wyatt dug into the bag, grabbing a hold of the wetsuit. He waited for the truck to stop accelerating before he stood up. After waiting for a few extra seconds, Wyatt stood up to undress. Kylin again offered her thumbed talon as a means to steady himself against any braking or turns they might encounter. Like before, he swiftly undressed, throwing his clothes into the bag. He jumped into the wetsuit quickly, fearfully a wayward turn would send him flying. He spent the next couple of minutes ensuring the suit was on comfortably. “Okay, let's do this!"

Kylin offered Wyatt a toothy smile, she was pleased he now had enthusiasm to be eaten for the mission rather than refusal. However Kylin wasn't so sure she physically could, so she offered herself a temporary solution.

“Stay quiet, don't make a noise." Kylin told Wyatt. Wyatt offered her a confused look as Kylin winked at him, he knew now that she had a change of plans, he wasn't sure as to what just yet. Wyatt bracket against her muzzle as the truck began to brake. “Remember, quiet."

That was the last thing Wyatt heard as his mount's muzzle swiftly opened around him. Kylin curled her lips over his ankles so as to not accidentally bite him. She lifted her head up a bit, throwing Wyatt past her gums. Wyatt crashed into the soft tongue and he was sealed between her teeth. With her teeth now closed behind him, Kylin swished him about in her mouth. Before Wyatt realized what was happening, he found himself under Kylin's tongue as if her tongue was a blanket. Not just any blanket, a large and wet weighted blanket. Kylin flexed her tongue to be as flat as possible, fully concealing Wyatt within the floor of her maw. Wyatt patiently let the tongue embrace his frame, not fighting the muscle that held him pinned down.

Kylin stood as the truck came to a stop. She listened as the engine was cut and the lock was released. The door flung open, revealing the driver. “Is he in there?" The driver asked Kylaerin. Kylin parted her jaws slightly before rolling her tongue over her teeth, she also lifted a wing exposing her distended stomach to further sell the illusion. Wyatt sat motionless as he could just barely hear the driver question Kylin. With Wyatt hidden under Kylin's tongue, the driver nodded his satisfaction. Kylin closed her jaws, sealing Wyatt inside once more. “Okay, you're up; And on the way there tell him to stay still. I'd hate for this mission to be compromised because he was squirming around in there." Kylin nodded her understanding with mild annoyance at the driver's lack of faith in Wyatt. Leaving it be, she hoped from the bed of the truck. They seemed to be in the parking lot of some small building. She looked around, easily eyeing the large building which was their destination. She began walking in its direction.

Now away from the driver, Kylin forced Wyatt back onto the top of her tongue, giving him a bit more room to move around. Kylin parted her jaws just barely allowing Wyatt to see outside. He watched as she neared the facility, taking notice of other humans wandering the streets, who in turn kept their eyes on the dragon roaming the streets. It wasn't until Kylin reached the doors did she see another dragon, in this case a drake. The drake pushed the door open for her upon her arrival, Wyatt bounced up and down as Kylin nodded her thanks to the drake. Once Kylin entered, she could instantly feel the curious eyes of both various dragons and humans watching her. By now she was used to it, but it still annoyed her. With her jaws still parted, Wyatt watched as various eyes glanced over Kylin's frame. Wyatt for a moment pondered if they could see him between the gaps in her teeth, but quickly remembered that seeing a wyvern was still a culture shock to others at times. Even if he was visible in her mouth, nobody was paying any mind to him.

Kylin looked for a changing room or restroom, somewhere where she could let out Wyatt and explain herself. With the help of signs and roaming dragons it didn't take long to find one suitable for a dragon, she swiftly slipped through the door before turning the lock. She parted her jaws, allowing Wyatt to softly slide off of her tongue and land on the floor standing. Taking a second he collected himself before turning to Kylin. “What's wrong?" Kylin obviously didn't swallow him for a reason, he needed to know why.

“I can't do it." Kylin quietly exclaimed. Wyatt stood still for a moment, surprised and confused as to why she felt as she did. “What do you mean you can't do it? We're already here!" Kylin growled in slight disappointment that Wyatt didn't pick up on what she meant. Wyatt hesitated as he heard Kylin emit a soft growl from her throat. He obviously had misjudged her words. “No, I mean…" Kylin paused as she thought of the best way to tell Wyatt. “I can't eat you." Wyatt wondered if she feared for his safety or perhaps she was concerned with the mission. Not wanting to further misinterpret her thoughts, he waited for her to elaborate. “What I've already eaten I can manage, but I do feel more full than I ever have before. That and you're so large compared to everything else. There's no reason for me to even try!"

Wyatt watched as Kylin emotionally struggled with her internal predicament. It was obvious that this problem seriously conflicted her. Wyatt was unsure what to say or do to help his mount out, he then remembered the mission. “It's alright, we can think of something, but we have to do it quickly, we still have a mission to complete." Wyatt finished his statement by rubbing against Kylin's neck with his palm. The two stayed quiet for a moment as they came up with various ideas. Kylin spoke first, “Well maybe you can just hide in here while I'm gone." Her voice lacked faith in the idea. Wyatt shook his head, “No way. One, I'm not leaving your side at all on this mission, we're a team. And two, What if someone comes in?" Kylin nodded her understanding. “We do make a pretty good team." Kylin said with a smile, briefly putting a pin in the critical situation they found themselves in. Kylin continued on, “And yes, I'd feel bad for the shock someone might experience seeing a human in a jumpsuit inside a dragon-sized changing room." Wyatt spent a second to imagine some burly dragon breaking through the lock and finding him hiding inside. He dismissed the picture shortly after as he came up with his own idea.

“Just tuck me into your mouth again." Wyatt announced with confidence. In Wyatt's mind this seemed like an obvious solution. Kylin nodded her head side to side. “That won't work. I actually have to be able to talk to the people at the checkpoint. I might sound unnatural and they could see you in between words." Wyatt stubbornly thought of a counterargument to Kylin's thought, but she was right. It was likely too risky. He scanned the room, luckily there was a small screen that displayed the time along with the names and locations of shops and restaurants within the main hub of the facility. The building itself wasn't just the front to the dragon embassy. Just under the digital clock however, a small rolling ticker displayed “Closing in 7 minutes."

“Shit, we only have seven minutes until we need to cross the checkpoint. Think damnit, think! There's got to be something we can do!" Wyatt looked to his feet in thought. While Wyatt surveyed the room and ideas, Kylin had already come up with one. A wild, crazy, and yet perhaps the only thing that might actually work. She faced Wyatt, waiting for him to look up from his feet.

Wyatt could sense the wyvern next to him square his eyes on him, he turned his head to face her. “What? You have an idea?" Kylin cringed slightly as Wyatt asked her this, she knew just how far-fetched this idea was. Wyatt's eyes narrowed in suspicion as his mount made unusual expressions. Kylin cringed harder as Wyatt struggled to get the hint, she refused to say it aloud. A moment of realization dawned over Wyatt as Kylin reinforced her expression. His hairs stood on end as all he could think was… You can't be serious?

“Oh-h no." Wyatt told Kylin, his words separated with desperate laughs. Kylin offered no reprieve. “You're joking right?

By now Kylin no longer cringed, but she offered no reply. Wyatt stood stunned at the proposal his mount had just made. He tried to avoid the invading thoughts of his mount's underside. He was unsure of what even prompted such an outlandish idea. Truthfully, Kylin's intentions were on the success of the mission and not an attempt to take advantage of her rider. But now having the thought out in the open, she needed far less convincing than Wyatt did. Besides a few curious glances every now and then, Wyatt had never pressed any further with his mount. “You want me to go in…" He couldn't believe he was about to say it. He hesitated on the word before choosing a safer term, “...that!" Wyatt cried out in unadulterated exasperation.

“Do you have a better idea?" Kylin asked Wyatt. Wyatt paused before letting out a hasty “Yes." as he launched himself into Kylin's snout. Wyatt was determined not to participate in what was on his mount's mind. He figured he could force himself between the wyvern's jaws and make her swallow him. Wyatt himself couldn't believe he was willingly offering to be eaten, but dire scenarios cause for radical solutions. Kylin flung her head upward as Wyatt charged at her. She had misjudged just how manic her idea caused Wyatt to be. Wyatt grabbed a hold of the single horn that protruded from just above her nose, lifting him into the air. Before Kylin could read Wyatt's intentions, he snuck a foot past her lips and between her jaws. Kylin clamped her muscular lips over his shin before he could slip another limb past her. Wyatt tried to push apart her jaws with his free leg, but her strength was well beyond his. Kylin appreciated his eagerness, but she had already convinced herself that eating him was no longer an option. Kylin cross-eyed herself as she focused in on the head of her rider just above the bony spike at her nose.

Wyatt calmed himself as his eyes met Kylin's. He let himself go limp, save the arms which kept him falling to the ground. His chest rested between her nostrils and his torso fell onto her upper lip. He sat awkwardly with one leg sitting in her maw as the other dangled below him. The grip on his shin loosened as she parted her lips.

“What are you doing?" Wyatt reaffirmed his grip on the cream colored protrusion. “You're going to eat me per the mission requirements, we have to at least try right?" Kylin appreciated his eagerness, but she had already convinced herself that eating him was no longer an option. What she didn't appreciate was Wyatt trying to guilt her. “To hell with the mission requirements! It's not going to work, if I did get you down, I would just either throw you back up, or explode all together." Wyatt bounced up and down as she spoke, with her lips and jaws shifting underneath his frame. Wyatt let go of the horn, his body rolling off her muzzle towards the ground. Kylin felt Wyatt weaken the grip on her snout until he let go entirely. She forced her lips to be sealed, preventing him from crashing towards the ground. She half expected him to tell her to piss off, but there was no reply. It seemed she was at least getting to him, even if he was still on the fence about it. Which was good as there was no time to waste. She would offer him no chance to form a rebuttal, using his own words against him.

“It's as you said, we don't have time to come up with anything else."

Wyatt swayed slightly as the wyvern talked through her teeth. Silently watching the world from upside down as his foot hung between the scaly lips of the wyvern above him. Never before had he felt so conflicted. He knew he didn't have a proper escape route. He tried to come up with a last ditch idea… No dice. He didn't dare give Kylin a verbal agreement for his dignity's sake. Kylin waited for Wyatt's response, but his tenacity of staying quiet was too great. “I've got to hear you say it, I'm not letting you down until you say it."

Wyatt twitched his leg as if trying to pull free. Kylin held onto him tightly, preventing him from going anywhere. He softly sighed to himself before rubbing his hands over his face. He readied himself to sacrifice his dignity for the mission. But he couldn't get the word in time as Kylin spoke over him. “If this is such a problem you could just go up the other hole." That should get him, Kylin thought to herself. Both amused and irritated at Wyatt's stubbornness.

Wyatt crunched his abs, shooting himself upright. He met the gaze of his mount, who herself has a sly smile across the side of her muzzle. He stared intently at her, trying to read if she was serious or not. Wyatt narrowed his eyes, forcing a response from the wyvern. “That's it-" Kylin started. Wyatt quickly interrupted her, realizing perhaps he overplayed his hand. “Fine, I'll do it." Wyatt fell back down with his arms outstretched. He sat motionless, on the verge of being mad at himself for having said those words after giving into Kylin. Satisfied, Kylin dropped her head slowly, allowing Wyatt to once again be on stable ground. Best they get this done quickly as they've already stretched their time limit thin. She released the grip on his leg, fully freeing him from her, for the moment.

Wyatt stood himself upright. He watched as Kylin turned away from him, walking towards the back wall. He stood his ground as she dipped a winged forearm under her frame. Despite their lack of time, she wouldn't force herself upon her rider. She rolled over onto her back with her wings sprawled out against the floor. She felt her wingtips press against the walls as she snake her head upright, making a sideways “U" shape when viewed from the side. Her long tail snaked its way almost all the way towards Wyatt's feet. She had a clear view of Wyatt's still frame. His eyes locked onto her hind legs, which for the moment stayed tightly together, keeping her lower anatomy hidden away from curious eyes.

Kylin wondered if Wyatt could sense her own feelings of nervousness. Yes this was her idea, but she was not without hesitation. Besides a few timely tail raises when she sensed her rider's curious gaze as a tease, and her own personal glances, this would be the first time either of them had exposed themselves fully to another. Although dragons had more open views to intimacy than humans did, this was a rather monumental moment in their relationship as rider and mount. Kylin felt a little disappointed it was not in a more intimate setting, but she quickly reminded herself that she wasn't doing this for herself, but rather for the mission.

Despite Wyatt's anxiousness, he had a mission to complete. He thought about the possible consequences of failure to complete the job, sighing as he set his personal opinions and conflicts aside. He let his eyes flow from the thin tip of her tail, all the way towards its thick base. His destination lay crudely tucked under Kylin's crossed legs. This would be equally awkward for the both of them, he thought to himself. He swallowed hard, and then began to walk the length of her tail. As he walked he glanced towards the eyes of his mount, who had already been intently watching him. Her eyes burned with empathy.

While nearing the base of Kylin's tail, Wyatt kept his eyes locked on those of his mounts up until her head became eclipsed by her legs. He removed his eyes from her towering legs as he focused on the thick tail next to him. Wyatt placed his hand against the softening scales of her tail, watching closely as the flesh twitched in response to his touch. Kylin felt her rider's warm hand embrace her tail. At his welcoming touch, she unconsciously revealed herself to him. Slowly her legs parted and Wyatt reentered her view, his eyes transfixed on her underside. Wyatt watched in wonder as Kylin's legs parted. He wanted to keep his brave face, but couldn't help but feel his face burn from embarrassment. Her legs continued to move away from each other until the vertical slit a short distance from him just barely opened, teasing Wyatt's eyes with the inner views of her depths. Her legs rebounded back slightly before coming to rest, sealing off the inner flesh to him once more. Wyatt stood still at the visual display.

Kylin waited patiently with bated breath as she waited for a response from Wyatt. All she wanted was a verbal or physical response, just so she knew she hadn't broken him. Like a statue, Wyatt remained motionless. “Well… Don't just stare at it!" Kylin finally yelled out. Even Kylin, a dragon who oftenly teased Wyatt about various intimacies, now found herself getting slightly embarrassed about the situation. Wyatt snapped out of his trance when he heard Kylin cry out. He sheepishly forced out a “S-Sorry." But not before stammering over the syllables. Wyatt forced himself to move. He threw one leg over the base of her tail, allowing his legs to drape against both sides of Kylin's tail. His toes rested against the ground as he sat on top of the meat of her tail.

Wyatt had only seen Kylin's underside in short glances, or occasionally when helping her into and out of riding attire. Even still he let his eyes wander astray from her natural features out of respect to her privacy. But now, with her entire underbelly shamelessly exposed to him, he allowed his eyes to freely study her anatomy. He watched with intrigue as the heavily armored chest scutes which protected her ribcage, softened to scales at her abdomen. Those scales lining the abdomen in turn seamlessly dissipated into soft skin which surrounded her nether regions. The deep steel gray coloration transitioned to more of an ashen gray as the scutes transitioned into skin. His eyes traced the length of her vent. From end to end it looked to be a meter long, perhaps more. Kylin's strong lips sealing off her insides from the outside world. Wyatt let his eyes trail further south until they met the puckered tailhole of his mount which sat perfectly in between where the base of her tail met her torso. Wyatt hadn't noticed at first, but based on where he was sitting, he sat only a foot away from her rear entrance. Wyatt was greatly pleased his destination was with the former rather than the latter. He leaned in, past her tailhole and over her sex. He placed his palms along Kylin's inner thighs, while his eyes curiously looked over the lips of her entrance.

Kylin fought back and audible coo as Wyatt touched the sensitive skin on her thighs. She briefly let Wyatt gather a closer view of her intimate features before once again fearing the tempo at which Wyatt was moving. Not only for herself, but for the limited time they had left. Perhaps if she enticed him, he would pick up the pace. Kylin drew her outstretched arms towards her groin. Wyatt watched as Kylin's single opposable thumbs placed themselves on the skin surrounding her inner cave, he took with keen interest as the taloned digits dug themselves between her lips before retracting apart. Almost instantly, the only thing in Wyatt's view were the pink, almost red, folds of her reptilian vagina. The light from above shone down her depths illuminating her cave, which looked to be easily deep enough to fit him inside. Her talons loosened their pull on her lips. Wyatt watched closely as the folds clamped themselves shut with a soft squelch, followed by her lips which sealed shut as the talons left their embrace.

“If you don't get in sooner than later, I'll put you in myself." A voice came from above Wyatt. He remembered the time crunch they were on, still he didn't want to feel rushed. He eyed his mount, who seemed to eagerly expect a response. “Okay okay, I'm going." Wyatt looked back at her closed slit, not believing he was going to stow himself away inside of it. He threw his legs up so his feet pressed into the skin at the sides of her lips. He pushed himself off of the base of her tail, sliding his rear over and past her puckered backside. He paused in his seated position against her taint as he thought of the best way to proceed. He would enter feet first he determined. Kylin winced at Wyatt's accidental foreplay against her sensitive skin. She raised her snout to the sky so as not to see Wyatt when he actually did enter her. She felt his feet push off of the skin into the air, her tail softly patting the ground in twitches of anticipation. Wyatt centered his feet over her vertical slit, taking a deep breath as he readied himself to take the plunge.

Wyatt slid his toes into her flesh just enough to where her draconic lips embraced his ankles. Although a cold-blooded animal, her vent was exceptionally warm. He looked up to Kylin, as if to silently ask for permission to continue; he would get no response with her snout aimed to the sky. He turned his attention to his shins, watching intently as they disappeared into her depths. Now having entered more of her, he could feel his feet reaching into the tighter parts of her confines. Still, Kylin's slick underside offered Wyatt a frictionless entrance, with his toes sliding effortlessly against the silky flesh that cradled them together. Wyatt continued to insert himself past his knees and up to his quads. His descent lessened upon reaching his upper thighs where his frame grew wider and more muscular. Instead of being able to effortlessly slide through, he now needed to apply a more penetrative force. As he pressed his hips into her, he felt a soft squeeze on his legs followed by a quiet growl come from Kylin.

Kylin took in a sharp breath when Wyatt first entered her. She felt the tiny digits that were his toes flex against her inner folds. She felt the width of his legs press against her, forcing her to bite her tongue as she could feel more of the girth on his person. She was confident that since her excitement hadn't built up prior, she'd be able to handle his entry without becoming overwhelmed. It had been a very long time since she had properly mated, and that the frame of Wyatt was comparable to that of a very respectable sized male dragon. A soft growl forced its way from her throat as she involuntarily squeezed against his frame. She focused herself as she swung her head down to eye Wyatt so as not to let her mind cloud itself, meeting his gaze with an awkward toothy smile. At least this time when she met his eyes, his face had since returned to his pale disposition rather than the previous tomato red.

Wyatt looked up as he saw the shadow of his mounts neck flash over him, meeting her eyes with an equally sheepish smile. Wyatt paused for a moment waiting for Kylin to say something, however Kylin had nothing to say. Instead Kylin simply watched as Wyatt refocused on forcing himself inside her. Wyatt's groin sat in line with her lips, with her inner depths carefully caressing his upper thighs. He let out a soft grunt as he pushed his hips into the compression. If it wasn't for the mission, he would've taken more time submitting himself to his mount. He was only able to further push himself up to his stomach before the audible squelching became silenced. At that point, he didn't have enough force coming from his bent elbows to push him any deeper. With the majority of himself within her, he could very vaguely feel what he determined to either be her pulse, or very faint contractions. Unsure of how to press himself further, Wyatt slipped his arms into her flesh, further spreading apart her sensitive folds. Perhaps, with his arms at his side, he could snake his way deeper. Wyatt fought the constricting tube as he now found his arms pinned to his sides. He turned to Kylin, unable to meet her gaze with her eyes closed and teeth bared.

As Wyatt submerged his arms into her, Kylin winced at his wide frame. Wyatt wasn't the most burly of humans, but his shoulders were broader than most. Again she contracted, she could feel his arms become pinned to his sides. She knew it would only get worse before it got better, if she could get past the initial penetration of his shoulders, she could manage. She opened her eyes, instantly meeting her rider's lost look. She took one talon to her scaly lips, parting them more than Wyatt could with his strength. With her talon relieving his frame of her resistance, he softly sunk into her further up to his triceps. Kylin brought her other forearm to Wyatt's head and neck. She placed her thumb around his right shoulder as the allowed the bony wing digits to rest atop his left shoulder. Before she pushed him all the way through, she gave him a temporary goodbye. “See you on the other end." Wyatt nodded, no longer refuting any attempts to seal him away from the outside world Secretly he was now intrigued at the thought of going deeper.

Wyatt braced as the wing digits applied a downward force on his shoulders. Wyatt didn't realize just how tight her vent would be as the flesh of her interior fought diligently to resist the foreign body, but not well enough. Wyatt watched closely as the tight flesh rolled over his shoulders with another wet squelch. Kylin sighed, relieved as she took the bulk of Wyatt into her depths. Almost with a feral and hurried animosity, she slipped Wyatt's head past her lips. She released her talon from her lips, watching as they returned to their normal state, albeit not able to fully seal themselves with Wyatt tucked between them. This would pose no issue as Wyatt was deep enough within her as not to be visible from the outside. She took a brief second before rolling over upright. She curled her neck, looking to the underside of her tail. There was a small bulge from the influence of gravity, but it was nothing compared to the distention caused by what lay in her stomach. If anything, it looked like maybe she was in heat, where her rear typically held a slightly swollen stature.

Wyatt involuntarily held his breath as her flesh smothered his face before crawling over the top of his head. It held its position against his face before relaxing enough to allow him to take a breath. The once illuminated cavern now hidden to Wyatt's eyes with his frame blocking the light beneath him. He shifted his gaze to what was above him. The entrance of her vent rested ever so slightly ajar as her flesh couldn't entirely crash over his frame. The pink folds glistened as light just barely seeped between her slit. Before he could take in anymore of his surroundings, he was squished tightly as he felt gravity shift. Wyatt for a second feared he would slip out from inside of her, but relaxed when his frame didn't even budge. He heard a familiar voice through his earpiece. “You okay in there?" Kylin asked her rider, hoping she hadn't yet crushed him. Wyatt offered his mount a simple “Yes." but not a moment after her soft folds found its way against his face once more. He bent his elbows to his chest so he could remove the intrusive flesh from his face. Hopefully allowing himself to speak a bit easier. Not a second after however, Kylin's vent squeezed against his frame.

Before she could respond to her rider, he suddenly shifted within her depths, forcing another involuntary contraction. She flexed her toes fighting the need to contract any further. “Try not to move please, the mission, remember?" She tried to hide the distress Wyatt caused her as a front for completing the mission. Wyatt gave his attention to the mission, completely naive to his mount's excitement. Hopefully with his arms already moved, he wouldn't need to move them again if he needed to speak. “Ah, sorry. You're right. How much time do we have anyways?" Kylin turned to the digital screen, they were supposed to be at the checkpoint now. “Shit, we're late!" Wyatt cringed as their backup plan now threatened the completion of the mission. He stayed quiet and still, allowing Kylin to focus on getting them into the embassy. Kylin took a breath before unlocking the door and slipping out. Luckily from previous debriefs she knew it wasn't far, and was likely only a two minute walk, well, for a dragon that is. Hopefully they could still get through.

Again, wandering eyes found their way to Kylin's frame. Kylin found it slightly amusing that all of the said eyes were so transfixed on her being a wyvern, that they were all oblivious that she was harboring a human within her sex. Then again, not a single soul in the building could even suspect such a scenario.

Wyatt found his frame slightly bobbing up and down between his mount's strides. Luckily, Kylin held a tight enough grip on him to where he didn't move at all vertically. Still, the fluid oscillations in her steps forced Wyatt to reposition his head, or the way his arms pressed against her vaginal walls. Wyatt's shifting around forced Kylin to strengthen her grip on him, forcing him to hold his breath a moment. He heard his earpiece begin to stir, “Please stop moving around, it's hard enough to hold on, even more so when you start pushing back."

Truthfully, Kylin had no doubts in her ability to prevent Wyatt from slipping out from under her. She wasn't really clamping down on him that hard, she could squeeze harder if she needed to. What she was concerned with was his constant shifting. She could feel every little micromovement from Wyatt. From the flexing of his fingers to the way he rotated his head, all of it caused her to get increasingly more excited. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea, she began to think to herself. She took a breath as she focused on navigation, attempting to dissuade the stirring excitement within her groin.

It wasn't but a few, maybe up to a dozen seconds before Kylin rounded a corner with a large sign illuminating a single word draconic letting, "Great Steppe." She trudged forwards to what looked to be the security toll that sat off-centur under a large overhang, large enough for a dragon twice Kylin's side to fit through. Much to Kylin's surprise, at the booth sat a human, one decked out in the classic navy-colored security attire. She thought it odd that a human was the one providing clearance for dragons. She stopped for a moment as she hesitated whether or not this actually was the embassy. But before she could form another thought, two dragons rounded the corner and exited under the overhang. Kylin ignored the puzzled looks from the dragons as they passed her, she herself then moved on to the gate. She watched the human rise from his seated position and walk out of the booth.

Wyatt was unsure as to how well Kylin was keeping it together on the outside, but from the inside he noticed his condition became a little more worrisome. For starters, his surroundings were becoming a little more damp per say. When he initially entered her, natural lubricants welcomed his entrance, but now, she seemed to be producing even more of these reproductive fluids. He found his wetsuit covered in the thick secretions, his hair had now also become matted down against his forehead. He also noticed a faint whiff of Kylin's hormonal pheromones. He knew what this meant, she was becoming worked up from him. He'd smelled the scent before, whenever Kylin came into heat. Although now, actually being right next to the source, the smell was becoming a touch more potent.

Her stomach was akin to a small sauna, humid and hot. A setting where yes, he felt claustrophobic, but he still could alter his position at his leisure. This however, was like a wet sleeping bag in the summer heat. It was hot, wet, and nearly impossible to move. If he wanted to move, he could only do so by a few inches, but he also didn't want to move at all because Kylin asked him not to. Now he started to understand the real reason why; he had been making her increasingly more excited. Wyatt started to feel phantom discomforts in his joints, like he needed to move around. How much longer could they both hold out? Wyatt thought to himself.

“Are you at the embassy yet?" What asked, his arms still propping up the flesh directly above him. Kylin, having her attention returned to Wyatt, contracted again. Kylin heard a small squeak in her earpiece as the compression on Wyatt faded away. Kylin felt guilty for involuntarily having so many contractions against her rider, but at the same time she really needed to focus on this next part of their mission.

“I'm walking to it now, stay quiet as I get us through the checkpoint."

Both Kylin and Wyatt closed their eyes for a moment to focus their thoughts. Wyatt on staying still and silent, Kylin on pretending she didn't carry what was likely nearly a thousand pounds of classified technology in her stomach, and almost 200 pounds of human under her tail. She watched the human form a nettled facial expression as she reached the overhang. Kylin was unsure of what to say as the human looked over the wyverns frame. Kylin stood anxiously as the human returned his eyes to meet hers. “The embassy is closed to non-personnel at this time." Kylin expected to get an answer along those lines since it was actually after the time the embassy closed. “Ah I'm aware, but-" The human cut her off. “Great, have a good night then!" The human responded hastily and harshly. It was very obvious to her that the human to her side did not actually care whether or not she had a good night, but rather wished she would leave his presence, sooner than later. The human turned to walk back into his booth. Kylin flung forward a winged forearm, blocking the entrance left open by the ajar door. “No!" The human turned looking incredibly insulted. Kylin saw his hand hover over a walkie-talkie on his beltline. Kylin quickly removed her arm upon realizing she had overstepped, laughing sheepishly in the process. “Er…uh…. Sorry. What I meant to say is-."

While Kylin began her greeting with security, Wyatt had his eyes forced shut by the fluids he now found himself entirely drenched in. His wetsuit was now completely saturated and could no longer absorb her vaginal fluids, which helped deter the fluids from his face. Now the viscous fluids of her sex seeped over the wetsuit and trickled along his face. One band found its way into his eye, he could manage the slight irritation it caused him. However, another stream found its way into his mouth as he tried to breathe. This was not ideal for Wyatt. Despite wanting to keep still, he still needed to breathe. He quickly moved his arms to swipe away the fluid build up on his face and neck.

Before Kylin could finish her statement, Wyatt forced a sharp jab against her vaginal walls, forcing her to still him by clamping down, this time with force. She bared her teeth, and shut her eyes which the security guard took notice of. “Are you alright?" The officer asked her, still his voice did not sound as if he actually cared. She swallowed, “Yes, just a cramp that's all." The human nodded, looking unimpressed while doing so. He didn't buy it, but at this point she didn't care whether or not he did. She picked up where she left off in her previous comment, relieving the vice grip she Held on Wyatt in the process. Wyatt gasped in a breath of the warm stale air, the density of it not entirely satisfying his need for breath.

“As I was saying, I have a meeting with an official this evening." The officer now held his arms crossed. “At the time we close?" He replied snarkily. Ky;in really did not like this human. “Yes, I have the VISA for it on my leg." She curled her neck so her snout pointed at her hind leg. The officer leaned back until the velcro strap came into his peripherals, forming a sly smile.. “You'll need an ID as well, we-" Kylin now interrupted the human. “I have that as well." The human wiped the smile from his face and unfurled his arms, he looked defeated as it seemed he actually would have to do his job. The human walked the length of Kylin's neck and torso before eying over the documentation.

Kylin felt her earpiece stir. “What's taking so long?" Kylin felt her blood momentarily boil when Wyatt spoke, she hoped the officer hadn't heard the muffled speech. Luckily Wyatt spoke in a whisper. Kylin ignored her rider, not wanting to speak herself and cause suspicion. But Wyatt spoke again, now with a bit more intonation. “Hello! It's getting hard to breathe, I'm not sure how long I can hold out." Kylin growled quietly, ensuring the officer didn't hear. “She spoke in a sharp whisper, “Just deal with it! He's right next to my leg!" Kylin heard a quiet voice near her leg. “Pardon?"

Shit, she thought to herself, he heard that, or at least knew I said something. She turned around to meet the confused gaze of the officer “Nothing! Don't mind me, please continue." The officer slowly turned his head back to face the documentation strapped to her leg. Kylin faced forwards again, breathing a sigh of relief. Still, Wyatt stirred within her depths. After Kylin gave him an answer he didn't like, Wyatt realized at the rate he was losing control of his thoughts, he wasn't going to make it. He stilled his body before balling and flexing his flingers in an attempt to calm himself. He arched his neck so his face pointed towards the opening of her sex, attempting to reach any bit of fresh air. Kylin was able to hold back another contraction as Wyatt flexed his digits against the satin walls of her sex, but she could not hold back an involuntary shutter.

The human suddenly reappeared in line with Kylin's snout which faced into the embassy. It was as if he was forming a human shield, preventing her from entering. “Now you're shivering, are you sure you're alright." Kylin formed the best response she could, still slightly shaking. “I'm just nervous, that's all." The human did not pay attention to the wyverns response. Instead his eyes scanned over her frame, looking for any noticeable discrepancies. He walked under her jaw, his hand sliding against the underside of her neck. “The documentation looks good, however," The human removed his hand from the wyvern. Kylin snaked her head and watched the human hunched over at the bulge of her ribcage. “I was not made aware of such a meeting." The human returned from under her ribcage and back towards the door of the booth, Kylin's head followed. “Furthermore, this is an embassy for dragons and drakes," Kylin could not prepare herself for what the human said next. “Not for cross-breeds like yourself."

Of all the things Kylin had been called, “cross-breed" was not one of them. The insult was so great she was able to still herself, despite Wyatt still wriggling about in her cavern. Her mind flooded with a fiery-rage. The human smiled after saying that. Kylin knew the human likely only said such a thing to force a response out of her. One in which the officer could use it against her. She growled at the human's prideful expression. She took in a breath as she readied to cuss out the human in both draconic and english. She was fully ready to call the human a douchebag, using the newly learned term from earlier today. But before she could speak a single phoneme, a voice bellowed ahead of the two.

“There you are, I was beginning to think you weren't going to show." The masculine voice cheerfully rang out. Kylin looked up before meeting the gaze of a sizable drake. The coloration of its scales were a unique crimson, but darker; Almost maroon or a deep-brown. The drake walked forwards until it stood a few meters from the overhang. The human ran from Kylin's side and stood between the wyvern and drake. The drake nudged the small human out of his path. “Now Dexter, would you not antagonize my client any further." The drake playfully told the human, a firm smile refusing to leave his muzzle. “But there's something off with this one, I mean, just look at her." The drake looked up from the human, the once formidable smile faded away. For whatever reason Kylin felt embarrassment wash over her. The drake's smile quickly returned, “Nonsense, she looks like any other wyvern I've seen." Kylin felt her embarrassment wash away, only Wyatt had ever stood up for her about being a wyvern. Perhaps it was because he was likely the associate she was to meet. The human spoke again, “But, sir I really think-" The smile on the drake once again subsided. What was left was a look of annoyance. “If there is anything wrong I will find out. Your shift is over, is it not? Go home. Now, please excuse us." The human cowered back towards his booth. “Of course, sorry sir." The human bowed his respect. The drake nodded before turning around. Kylin eyed the human, she bared her fangs and brought her talon to them. The human scowled at the gesture, understandably so. The act Kylin offered the human was akin to a human giving another human the middle finger, the talon to tooth was the draconic form of obscenity. Kylin turned away from the human and followed the drake catching up to his side.

Wyatt could no longer take it, the heat of her sex had drained him of his energy. The combination of her potent scent and dense air was enough to make him gag. That, and the now copious amount of fluid build-up was seeping into his mouth and nose nearly causing him to suffocate from holding his breath. He could no longer hold his plank-like stature, he flailed without direction, just trying to ease his situation in any way, shape or form. Wyatt partitioned the cascading flesh long enough to draw another stale breath, this would be all he got as Kylin's chasm came crashing down again, this time with vigor.

As Kylin calmed from her state of anger caused by the security officer, the sensations under her tail resurfaced. She was excited no doubt, but she might actually be able to hold out. That was, until Wyatt decided to thrash violently within her. She felt his arms push apart her vaginal walls further than what she thought possible. The sensation was so powerful she feared that she would climax that instant. She had to stop walking in order to brace herself. She clamped down consciously this time, hard enough to prevent Wyatt from moving in the slightest. He could maybe flex a finger, but not even all his strength could match up to the strength of Kylin's reptilian vagina. She didn't want to pin him like that, even more so since he seemed so genuinely panicked, but now was really not the time to have an orgasm.

Wyatt resisted as much as he could against Kylin's constricting folds. His feet pressed together while one arm lay pinned against his cheek, the other stretched out above his head. The flesh of her cave forced its way between Wyatt's lips, and her fluids poured into his nose. His attention shifted from completing the mission to surviving the ordeal.

The drake's cheerful disposition subsided, “Wretched creatures humans, are they not?" He said with contempt. Kylin used what motor control she had left to keep up with the pace of the drake, she paid no mind to his opinions on humans.. The drake continued, “Where the hell were you anyways? You were supposed to be here almost 10 minutes ago!" Kylin was nearly at her breaking point. She was able to hold back her orgasm, but clamping down over Wyatt would not prevent it for long. “Excuse me sir, where can I drop off the items? I would really like to be rid of the burden." She watched the expression of the drake closely. She added a final thought to further affirm the support for her claim. “As soon as possible."

The drake looked ready to scold Kylin. His gruff expression held its ground before subsiding into a defeated one. Perhaps it was the way Kylin's eyes voiced their concern for her imminent need to “Drop off the goods." The drake sighed before pointing down a corridor with a lettering labeled “shipping."

“Second room on the right." The drake said monotonously.

As soon as the drake finished his statement, the wyvern shot down the hallway with a bounce in her step. As she reached the door, she could already feel her orgasm surging forth. She slipped through the door, shutting it with a well-timed swipe of her tail. She didn't bother locking the door before lying her jaw on the ground and using her forearms to free Wyatt. Kylin dug her talons deep into her sex before prying them apart. Wyatt was only able to slip part ways free, allowing his head and chest to escape Kylin's cascading orgasm. That was all she could offer Wyatt before fully collapsing onto the ground. Her vent snapped shut around his legs, groin, and lower torso, refusing to let go. Kylin rolled over onto her back so as not to crush Wyatt between the floor, or her powerful thighs.

Wyatt gasped not only for fresh air, but also in response to the incredible fury that ravaged his mount's sex. Before Wyatt could even get a feel for what was going on, Kylin's eager sex prevented his escape. From his hips he felt her powerful vaginal muscles rhythmically pump, tug, and grip all the way down to his toes, ready to guide a male dragon's essence to her core. Wyatt was no dragon, but Kylin's vagina did not know, nor did it care. Wyatt felt that if he had still been fully enveloped, he almost certainly would have sustained a cracked rib or two from the strength of the constrictions.

Wyatt took over control of his incidentally flailing arms and swiped them across his face, clearing away the spunk glued to his eyes. After recovering from the initial luminal blast, Wyatt watched the light above him flickering with no apparent pattern, or from what he first made out. In actuality, it was Kylin, who was also incidentally flailing her arms about. Her taloned thumbs carved through the air as her wings followed, creating aberrations in the airflow of the room. To his side he saw Kylin's legs in flexion as her clawed feet pawed at the air. And when he looked down to where his legs should've been, all he saw was the pink flesh of his mount hiding behind the thick lips that were trying to seal shut. Wyatt observed flesh shifting under the skin, the lips themselves performing sinusoidal-like motions.

Kylin's lips embraced just above Wyatt's hips, everything below was hidden as her folds refused to break the grip on Wyatt's lower anatomy. Wyatt placed his palms on her skin as leverage, between her lips and where her thighs met her hips. He pushed upwards like someone would when exiting a pool. Wyatt did not budge. Wyatt then attempted to pry open the contracting muscles, yet again, the vaginal folds were too powerful, not even allowing Wyatt to force a finger between Kylin's flesh and his own. Wyatt heard Kylin quietly snarl.

Ecstasy poured into Kylin's mind, never before had she experienced a climax of this magnitude. She tried her best to stay quiet, which was very hard as a crackling roar was trying to force its way from her throat. Her fangs bared as she swiped at the air and palmed her scaled feet in an attempt to subdue the wave of adrenaline flowing through her. Kylin felt as if her cunt was on fire, while still being entirely numb to her at the same time. As the initial wave of pleasure dissipated, she could feel the struggling frame of her rider still lodged in her vent. His pushing against the currently sensitive skin was certainly not helping her calm down. She then felt Wyatt jam his fingers into her sex. Kylin's nictitating membranes shut just before her eyes as she could hold back a snarl no longer. She did what she could to keep the noise to a minimum. Only sharp hisses and what could only be described as snorting not caused by laughter was able to escape.

Realizing resisting was futile, Wyatt relaxed his body. He let the inner workings of his mount eagerly knead him for all he was worth. As Kylin's orgasm calmed, the softening contractions rippled over Wyatt's groin. The undulating folds keenly brushed over his shaft, causing a sibilated cry from Wyatt. With his mind no longer focused on surviving, the sensations were enough to coax out his own arousal. He felt his cock harden, trying to free itself from the tight grip of the wetsuit. Wyatt softly groaned while Kylin's flesh continued to tend to his member until the last of her contractions subsided. By now, Wyatt felt as if the elastic fabric around his groin was going to rip open at any moment.

A perk about being so evolutionally large, is that dragons have more nerve endings, and therefore can feel just about anything despite its size. While Kylin's eyes rolled and her tongue lolled from her mouth, she could distinctively feel a soft poking from the inside of her sex. Kylin was able to reopen her eyes as her climax finally ended, she observed Wyatt to have his eyes closed, with an expression of tranquility behind a faint smile. Her now relaxed folds cautiously embraced Wyatt's circumference, distending just a touch more around Wyatt's protruding cock.

She would need to take care of that no doubt. In draconic reproductive culture, it was a sin to leave an involved party member without at least one orgasm. With her mind still clouded from moments ago, she concluded what her next course of action would be. She did not care what Wyatt might think of it, truthfully it was long overdue for the two of them.

Wyatt opened his eyes as the light that bled through his eyelids suddenly disappeared. He was met by Kylin's tongue which pinned itself against his face. He felt her teeth and lips wrap around his chest before he was swiftly pulled from her sex. With the sounds of slick flesh sliding over another, followed by a wet plop, Wyatt was dropped down just as his feet escaped her warm embrace. Wyatt watched as fluids streamed from the sides of Kylin's sex as her inner folds closed from the inside following his departure. The fluid leaked down the sides of both her scales and his skin as it pooled over her lips. He also took notice of the noticeable musk that seeped into the air, a potent smell which he now found himself marked with. Wyatt caught the gaze of his mount, which looked to be quite frenzied.

Kylin flung her arms forwards, maneuvering her taloned thumbs under Wyatt's arm pits before lifting him into the air. She swiftly rolled herself over while laying Wyatt down onto the floor. Kylin towered over Wyatt as his back contacted the tile. Wyatt had quite the amusing expression of, “What the hell is going on?" glued to his face. He sat up hastily trying to give himself any control of his situation. Wyatt had no understanding of Kylin's intentions before he saw her eying the protruding bulge at his groin. He smiled sheepishly, unsure of what to say; Which was okay to Kylin as she spoke first.

“Ah, so there's the culprit I felt digging into me just now." Wyatt watched a sly smile part her lips, just barely revealing her fangs. Wyatt's eyes widened in terror having now found himself in immediate danger. Not from Kylin herself, but from what he had tried so desperately to avoid with Kylin. Wyatt's face flashed a hot red as he gulped in bemused horror. Kylin's forearm dragged itself from Wyatt's stomach up until the fabric met his skin around his neck. The talon carefully dug under the fabric, separating the fabric from Wyatt. “Wait, what are you doing!?" Wyatt exclaimed.

Kylin figured this would be the response she would get. Poor Wyatt didn't understand he was about to receive the best treatment any dragon could offer a male. She felt she didn't have the time to explain, or the patience really. She offered Wyatt the only response she felt necessary, “Shut up." The response came out a bit harsher than she would've preferred. Oh well, she thought.

Wyatt winced as the talon at his neck tugged down sharply, keen not to nick his bare skin. Like scissors on wrapping paper, the talon effortlessly sheared away the fabric that hid away Wyatt's flesh. The scrape of the talon continued until it sped past his chest, stomach, groin, and all the way down his left leg. With the other arm, Kylin ripped the fabric from Wyatt's frame, tossing it aside, revealing his manhood to herself in the process.

Kylin watched in eager anticipation as her talon left the touch of the fabric. She eyed over what he had been hiding from her. She had seen Wyatt's manhood many times now, twice already today, but never before like this. She much preferred it this way, she just then convinced herself. She observed his elongated shaft, it rose slightly having no longer been pinned to his torso. Kylin also watched as his balls shifted beneath his scrotum, she was very intrigued by them, as male dragons lacked external testicles. She would spend much time tending to those, she thought to herself.

While Kylin had never directly sexualized Wyatt, their relationship still was so intimate that it still stirred her sexual desires on occasion. She only now realized how much she had wanted to advance their relationship, and try at least something. It was true that Wyatt was no dragon, no matter, she would still offer him an experience of a lifetime. Especially so since Wyatt had already sated her own excitement, albeit incidentally. Kylin looked back into Wyatt's eyes, curious if he hadn't yet yielded.

Wyatt still held his worried expression. She would change that. He opened his mouth to speak, but just as he did, Kylin snaked her head forwards. She swiped a soft playful lick across the ball of his chin with the tip of her tongue. As her tongue reentered her mouth, she snapped her jaws shut. Quietly her teeth clicked as they contacted one another, offering Wyatt a teasing bite. No more foreplay. Kylin withdrew her eyes from Wyatt's as she pressed the side of her talon into his chest, driving him into the ground.

Wyatt tried to recapture the shared gaze as he now found himself pinned down by her winged forearm. Her head disappeared behind the gray wing membranes, but she no longer paid any mind to him. Wyatt's eyes darted around hastily, looking for any sign of the location of his mount, looking for any means to prepare himself for what was about to happen. He was ready to say something along the lines of, “Wait we can't do this, it's forbidden!" Was it actually forbidden? He really didn't know. The oath prevented relations between the same species, not explicitly between rider and mount. No! He thought. What was he thinking? Even if it wasn't technically forbidden, he himself couldn't do this! He wasn't rea-!

Before Wyatt could finish the thought, Kylin pressed her tongue against the underside of his scrotum and shaft. Wyatt would not form another thought for quite a few moments.

Wyatt's breath got caught in his lungs and his eyes rolled as her tongue contacted his flesh. In a slow drawn out lick, her large tongue drove upwards, rolling over the underside of his shaft, up until the tip of her tongue tickled the tip of his cock. As her tongue separated from Wyatt, the breath that had gotten stuck in his throat, escaped in the form of a soft groan. A groan that sounded much like one of satisfaction and acceptance. Wyatt didn't see, but Kylin smiled widely, she knew he was going to enjoy this very much.

Kylin returned her attention to the cock of her rider, now marred by her saliva. She watched his cock twitch in from the warm air. Kylin let her tongue again drop down to his balls, gently pressing into them with the point of her tongue. Softly, she poked and prodded at the two orbs, amusing herself as they stirred under his skin. She leaned in close to where her lips parted just before contacting his balls. She let a steady breath wash over Wyatt's sensitive bits, watching closely as Wyatt twitched slightly from her teasing. She brought forth her lips until they contacted his scrotum. She gently suckled on his balls, careful not to scrape her teeth on his flesh.

Wyatt couldn't help but arch his back and curl his toes as the dragon massaged his balls. He felt his testicles bob up and down, left and right, as Kylin maneuvered her warm lips in varying ways. Another shuttered breath escaped him as Kylin poked into his scrotum with her tongue in between the suckling, occasionally folding around them. He found his bawled fists steadily unraveling as his mind became more clouded. He gently closed his eyes as he whimpered his mount's name, “Kylin."

As Wyatt cried her name, she realized her treatment was working on him. Let's see if he liked this…

Wyatt cringed as the warm muzzle retracted itself from his balls. He opened eyes for a half-second before closing them again as Kylin's prehensile tongue wrapped around his length. Swiftly her tongue guided his length into her maw. The breath Kylin blew over his balls was warm, but now with his shaft diving deeper into her muzzle, the temperatures Wyatt felt rose even more. Kylin's lips pressed against his balls as her tongue began to fully coil around his length. Wyatt felt Kylin's tongue begin to swirl around his shaft deep in her maw, squeezing harder then softer, faster then slower. Wyatt sat stunned at the constrictive grip Kylin held on his cock.

Kylin now bobbed her head up and down, eagerly lapping at his length. She guided the thick spaded portion of her tongue to wrap over his head as the fine tip of her tongue teased the base of his cock. She could both smell and taste not only his natural musk, but also the stench of her spunk which now covered every square inch of his body. The dual senses spiked her appreciation for her rider in this moment. She let out a satisfied trill before following up with a brief purr.

Wyatt gasped quietly as Kylin began purring over his length. His arousal had been patiently building as Kylin upped the ante of her assault on his groin. Now with the foreign sensation of purring now vibrating his core, he felt a familiar pressure building up deep in his groin. Wyatt found it difficult to breathe as his mind clouded further. His senses faded so much so, that he didn't understand why Kylin suddenly removed his shaft from her maw without warning. If it was any consolation, the action was able to snap Wyatt from his impending orgasm. He pushed up almost angrily, ready to question why Kylin would bring him so close to the edge, only to deny him so heartlessly.

“Why-" Was all Wyatt could get out before Kylin shoved the flesh of her wing against his face, silencing him.

The hinges of the door behind Kylin creaked sharply as the door flung open. Kylin pressed her wing over Wyatt, hiding him from the sudden intruder. “Is everything alright?" The masculine voice resonated through the room. Kylin immediately recognized it as the drake. If dragons were furred or had hackles, they'd be standing, stiff like steel beams. Kylin hesitated, unsure of what to say. The door creaked further, indicating it had further opened. “Yes!" Kylin sharply cried. “I'm alright! Just trying to get these damn things up, that's all!"

Wyatt turned his head, following the length of the wing until it gave way to the room. At the end of its span, he could see the deep colored scales on the feet of the dragon or drake in the doorway. He sharply shifted beneath Kylin's wing, hoping to further hide himself from the potentially wandering eyes. He listened in on what the drake had to say. “Do you need any assistance?" Wyatt felt her wing twitch. “No!... I mean, no I'm alright, I'll be out in a moment."

Kylin held her breath, still facing away from the drake. She prayed to the gods that the drake would not question it further. “Very well." With that the door closed behind Kylin, she turned her head to ensure the drake had actually left. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw no sign of him. She removed her wing from Wyatt, smiling bashfully down at him. Wyatt returned the look by sitting up slightly, offering Kylin a timid laugh.

Unbeknownst to the rider-mount duo, the drake, after a moment of patient waiting, stood by the door after Kylin had initially entered. From the outside he could hear faint grunts and what sounded like quiet conversation. He figured he would at least check in on the wyvern, considering the amount of time it was taking. While the drake and wyvern conversed, the drake took note of the room. He noticed a mangled fabric of some kind lying against the ground, as well as none of the machinery yet expunged. He knew then and there that something was amiss, but he would not yet make his suspicion known to the wyvern. He hesitantly closed the door before turning down the hallway. Unfortunately for Wyatt and Kylin, the drake was making his way to the security office where the feed from the until now mentioned camera positioned in the corner of the room, of which currently and unbiasedly broadcasted their mischievous endeavors.

Back in the room, Kylin turned her attention back towards Wyatt's still erect cock. It stood with acute attention as it glistened with her saliva. She had yet to finish him off, and would do so quickly.

Kylin no longer pinned Wyatt to the ground, nor did she block his view. Wyatt watched as Kylin's muzzle dove back down, sealing away his cock between her jaws. Wyatt hissed as her tongue wrapped around his length before purring once more. His hips rocked as Kylin began to bob up and down, sliding her tongue over his length once more. His cock was already wet from Kylin previously exploring him, so now the rhythmic pumping was nearly frictionless. Her muzzle slid frivolously fast over Wyatt's length. Occasionally the tip of her tongue leaked out past her lips before applying a few playful pokes against his scrotum.

Kylin could feel Wyatt tensing up beneath her. He was reaching his edge, and she was there ready to embrace it. Kylin flexed her tongue as taut as she could, once doing so, she began to purr once more. She had done this before to a dragon, she could only imagine what it must've felt like to Wyatt.

Wyatt squirmed frantically as Kylin's tongue constricted his shaft like no other. Not even the most excited of females could offer Wyatt what he was receiving right now. Paired with the return of the purring immediately caused the pressure in his groin to resurface. Wyatt shut his eyes until it was almost painful. He felt his balls seize as he hissed a warning to his mount. Although, all that Wyatt said was “I'm-." His arms hastily grabbed at the horn on her upper jaw, Kylin supported Wyatt upright with a wing at his back. His thighs clamped down over the sides of her snout as a brace.

Kylin bottomed out her muzzle as Wyatt's words escaped his lips, pressing them into his groin forcefully, ensuring his length would go as deep as it could into her maw. Steadily she pumped her tongue up and down while still clamping down, mirroring the rippling quakes of her own orgasm from moments ago. She felt the underside of his shaft pulse, sending the first rope of his seed into her maw.

Wyatt silently screamed as his cock shot out his first round of ejaculate. His hips bucked hard into her mouth, the mound of his scrotum pinning itself against her thick lips. Kylin's tongue continued to squeeze his girth, pumping him dry of all he had. Wet suckling sounds slipped past Kylin's teeth as she lapped at what Wyatt offered her. Rope after rope of hot cum washed over Kylin's tongue. She slurped over Wyatt's length as if it were a straw, downing Wyatt's semen as quickly as he produced it. She savored its virile taste. As the last of Wyatt's cum dribbled against Kylin's tongue he collapsed, sprawling out against her wing. His head spun and was left panting for air.

Kylin only removed her tongue from Wyatt's cock once it had returned to its more flaccid state. With a wet plop, Wyatt's spent shaft slipped out from her jaws and collided with the skin of his lower stomach. Wyatt's senses returned from cloud nine, no, cloud nine was an understatement. Cloud ten perhaps? Wherever Wyatt was, he was brought back to reality upon hearing a soft, and satisfied chirp from his mount. His eyes opened, meeting the incredibly seductive gaze of his mount. Her mouth hung slightly open, breathing short satisfied breaths. She expressed her affection towards him in a playful coo.

“How'd you like that, my little human?" What begrudgingly smiled, not wanting to admit that he greatly enjoyed it. He knew Kylin could see his conflicted thoughts, she bared her fangs playfully. “I.. uh... didn't hate it." Kylin chortled. Wyatt felt a bit braver now, he willingly returned the playfulness of his mount with his own flirtatious question. “And… er… how did you like sneaking me into the embassy?" Kylin backed her head away in surprise. She hesitated as Wyatt offered her a very unprecedented remark. Her eyes narrowed before picking up on the playful intonation. She smiled deviously before leaning in next to his ear. “I enjoyed it very much, enough to do again," Wyatt gulped as Kylin paused for dramatic effect, “outside of this mission." Wyatt immediately regretted trying to one up Kylin's playful demeanor. Kylin snaked her head to face him, she swiped another quick lick across his face. He winced at the thought of his spunk still being on there. Yet her tongue was just as pink as before, hinting to Wyatt that she took care of the mess he made.

Wyatt's eyes wandered above him as he fully took in what events had unfolded here in this room. His eyes traced the ceiling until he gazed upon a curious protrusion in the corner of the room.

“Huh, has that always been there?" Kylin turned her head 180 degrees quizzically. Based on the sharp intake of air from Kylin, Wyatt assumed that the protrusion was a camera, and had most likely been witness to everything that just occurred. Kylin shot up, “Oh shit!" She extended her arm to pull Wyatt up from the ground. “Quick, look like you're helping me with whatever the hell they made me eat." Just as she said that, Kylin went from looking like the stoic riding mount Wyatt had come to know, to looking like a cat that was coughing up a hairball. Wyatt ran to the point of her jaws. He watched a bulge appear at her ribcage before sliding up the length of her throat. Wyatt extended his arms ready to catch whatever was about to be expelled from her mouth.

By almost comical luck (and possibly plot armor) the drake arrived in the security office and broadcasted the correct feed just as Wyatt set down the first of the dozen mystery items. The drake watched the monitor closely, taking note of the naked human on the screen who was handling the very expensive equipment he had ordered. A human? Inside a dragon only embassy? The drake explicitly told the human officer he ordered from that the rider must not see inside of the embassy. He now pieced together that that random fabric on the ground was likely clothing attire for the human. Why it was on the ground and not on the human he did not know. The drake did not appreciate the lack of professionalism displayed by the two. Still, the human at least seemed to handle the equipment with great care, which was really what he actually cared about. The condition of his technology was paramount. The drake exited the room en route to the shipping room, he would ensure no more rules would be broken.

As Wyatt set down the last of the concealed machinery, the door at the other side of the room clicked. Neither Kylin or Wyatt had enough time to prepare themselves for the drake's untimely entrance. Wyatt froze as the intruding eyes of the drake stared at his nude frame. Kylin pulled her wing up over Wyatt's lower body, covering her rider's shame. The drake spoke, “Why is there a naked human touching my machinery?" The riding duo glanced at each other, each hoping the other had a readily available (and believable) response they could tell the drake. Based on the demeanor of the drake, Wyatt saw no reason to speak. Kylin picked up on this so she spoke, “I uh… just thought he would be better suited to handle the items or whatever, since… er… he has free hands." Kylin flexed her forearm to the drake, whilst smiling to herself, genuinely pleased with the response she offered the drake.

Although it was a believable reply, the drake knew this to be apart from the truth. He let the response slide for the moment, he had a more pressing question on his mind. “And he had to do this without clothing because…? The drake left the question hanging in the air, hoping the wyvern would add onto it.

Kylin looked to the ground hoping the letters to a reasonable response would spell itself out on the floor. No such luck, she was on her own. “Ah well, it's because… er…-," Wyatt interjected, hoping to help the situation. “The suit started to fall apart when it got wet. It got really stiff and when I moved around, the fabric ripped." Wyatt wondered if the drake could see through his lie.

The drake didn't need to see through his lie, as he already knew the both of them had already been doing so. Still, he played the part of being naive. “I see." The drake looked to Kylin, “Is there anything left in your stomach?" Kylin shook her head. The drake fully entered the room, his frame towered over both Kylin and Wyatt. “Then it would seem that your job is done." The two sighed in relief, it would seem the drake had bought their alibi's. “Say human, could I see your earpiece?" The drake extended his forearm up to Kylin's wing. Wyatt hesitated before removing the auditory aid, gently placing it in the scaled palm. “Why do you need it?" Wyatt realized maybe he should've asked the question before he pawned the earpiece to the drake. “I'd like to talk to your mount after she eats you, this embassy is for draconids only, even with you only seeing just this room, it is already a major violation. And I don't need a pesky human like yourself listening in." Kylin partially hung her head, she hoped that breaking the rules would not cause any serious repercussions. The drake placed the device on the mutilated wetsuit. The stench of not only human, but also dragon filled his nose. Yet it was not the acrid smell one would expect of a stomach. He knew what it was, his nostrils flared as he fought back a bewildered laugh. Was he actually smelling what he thought he was? Yes, there was a pang of the scent in the air when he first entered. He shook his monstrous head, What the hell did they do? He asked himself in thought.

“If I am to eat him again, could we have a little privacy?" Kylin asked the drake. Drake's head swiveled to face the two once more. “Unfortunately no, I need to see you dispose of him. He is not to see any more of this facility." Wyatt placed his hands on Kylin's wing joints, as if he was ready to speak from a lectern. “Do I-" The drake frowned, displeased the human continued to speak to him. His disdain for humans revealed itself, “Human, thank you for your admiral performance in handling my equipment, you are dismissed. No further remarks." Wyatt readied to speak again, but quickly stopped as the drake narrowed his eyes. The drake eyes Kylin, “Now would you kindly remove this human from my vision?" The rhetorical question had an oversaturated amount of sass behind it. Kylin looked down to her rider with a pitiful look. She really hated the need to eat Wyatt… again. She pulled Wyatt close to her with her wing, maneuvering it so that it concealed her own head, and Wyatt's frame behind the opaque membranes. “He is a douchebag." Kylin said to her rider quietly. “I used that correctly, right?" Wyatt smiled as he scratched the underside of Kylin's chin. “Yes, you did." Kylin smiled before opening her maw.

Wyatt watched as her teeth parted. He took in the sight of the familiar flesh of her mouth, as well as her well-acquainted tongue. He wondered just how many times he would be shoved inside of his mount today. Kylin's head dropped as her tongue slid over his chest and past his groin, the appendage curled to cup under his backside. Wyatt felt her tongue scrape over his spent shaft, wincing at the stimuli. Her tongue pulled upwards, removing his feet from the ground. From there, Wyatt watched as Kylin's jaws shut, fully encasing him in darkness once more. He could feel her head wing upwards as her tongue angled itself. Wyatt began to slide towards the entrance of her throat.

Had the two not been impeded by the impatience of the drake, or the drake in general, Kylin would've taken her time in swallowing Wyatt. She wished she could apply a few teasing licks or swish him about playfully. She decided to just quickly eat him so they could be done with the mission sooner. She felt the weight of Wyatt slide past the thick spade-shaped portion of her tongue.

Wyatt overheard the light squelching of the passage just ahead of his head. He would not be going down feet first this time. Wyatt shut his eyes just as her throat caught ahold of him. With an audible gulp, Wyatt's frame lurched downwards. The rest of Wyatt's body followed his head into her throat. The casual peristalsis of Kylin's throat gently guided him into her stomach.

Kylin removed her wing from the drakes view, allowing him to watch as the bulge Wyatt made in her throat disappeared into her ribcage.

With a wet plop, Wyatt once again entered Kylin's stomach. The organic chamber happily accepted his entrance, contorting itself to be more reasonably sized to fit Wyatt's frame. Although he couldn't see, he still could picture his surroundings from his previous stay. Wyatt felt around the folds, just as slick as the last time. He hoped that the wetsuit he wore the first time would not actually be needed.

Kylin sighed as Wyatt's weight dropped into her gut. His soft fingers massaged the inner lining, affirming to Kylin that he was okay. She breathed a soft sigh. She looked to the drake who stood at attention. The drake nodded, pleased the wyvern did as he asked. “Follow me, I will walk you out." The drake turned to the door, signaling for Kylin to exit first. She could feel Wyatt slightly shifting as she made her steps. As Kylin exited the room, he looked over the dozen black bags laying on the ground. It looked like everything was there, and despite the bags concealing the components, the drake knew what roughly each bag contained. Their respective shapes looked to be intact, much to the drakes surprise. He would only be able to tell for sure when he came back and actually looked for himself. He also would need to dispose of the soggy wetsuit laying on the ground. He would have to dispose of that appropriately. The drake entered the hallway, closing the large door behind him.

“So what was so classified that my rider needed his earpiece removed?" Kylin asked the drake as they walked back to the embassy entrance and exit. “Oh nothing. I don't like humans, and I don't need him hearing anything I have to say." The drake replied dryly. What was it with people? Kylin queried. The human at the booth disliked dragons, and the drake at her side hated humans. The irony displayed was improbable. Kylin did not respond to the drake, she very much liked her human rider. She was happy she would soon be leaving his presence. The drake spoke again, “But I also wanted to tell you this next bit directly…"

While the two trekked the length of the hallway. The drake walked in thought. The drake would not alert anyone of the duo's actions. They delivered the equipment without suspicion, and without bringing harm to the actual components themselves. Which was quite remarkable all things considered. Sure he didn't like humans, but he also knew when to offer his respect. He also did not wish to file a report and spend his evening filling out paperwork, which made up the overwhelming majority of his decision. He nearly cringed at the thought of others learning that he allowed a human to sneak into the embassy. What exactly happened between the two he did not know, nor did he want to know, but the scent on the human was unmistakable. The drake finally spoke his parting comment.

The wyvern stood antsy as she eyed the drake, hoping to have already been out of the facility. “If I were you, I'd spend a considerable amount of time washing your scent off of him when you get back." The wyvern's eyes widened and her blood chilled. With that, he turned away, locking the gate behind him.

The only thought that entered Kylin's mind was, “We're dead."

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Kylin and Wyatt stood quietly in the hallway which held the Colonel's office, patiently waiting for their admittance into the room. They sulked against the wall, fearful of what they should expect. Wyatt especially so since Kylin mentioned what the drake had said to her as she left the embassy. The door clicked as it creaked open, a booming “Enter!" was all the Colonel cared to offer them. The two entered the room, more cigar smoke filled their noses. “Sit, please." Said the Colonel as he rounded the corner of his desk towards his chair, he himself did not sit. Wyatt pulled back a chair while Kylin dropped onto her haunches. The colonel turned a computer monitor to his face before commenting.

“Well I just got in contact with Vismuth, our scaled client you met with, and I have never seen a report such as this one." Kylin froze, thinking about what all the drake told the Colonel. Wyatt hung his head in embarrassment. The Colonel read off the message to the duo, “The report reads as follows, All items were delivered without harm and in a timely manner. The components are intact thanks to the skilled guidance of the human." Wyatt's head shot up in surprise, the Colonel turned away from the monitor to address Wyatt. “I don't know what you did, but never before has Vismuth praised a human before." The Colonel hoped Wyatt would say what it was he did to deserve the praise, but Wyatt only sheepishly smiled. The Colonel turned to finish reading the message, “And the wyvern performed admirably, effortlessly slipping past the security booth." The Colonel nodded to Kylin, silently praising the wyvern. Kylin's lips scrunched in confusion.

“I must say I'm impressed, I had not expected such a positive outcome!" The Colonel charismatically exclaimed. “So much so that we would like to ask if the two of you would be willing to do another mission?" The two shared a brief glance of disbelief. Were they really going to walk away from this after being caught?

The look of shock on their faces faded into sly smiles. Well they certainly weren't opposed to the idea. The pay would be good, and of course they'd be spending more intimate time with one another. “I think I'd be willing to." He looked to Kylin, who eyed him seductively. “She added onto his statement, “So long as the pay is good." The Colonel finally sat in his chair. “Yes, yes, the pay will be good. I mean you're living transports. You're basically invaluable." The Colonel leaned in with his arms folded, “So you're in?" The two nodded in unison.

The Colonel pushed himself upright once more. “Great! We already have another order, and they specifically asked for you two."

“Who?" Asked Wyatt. He wondered who else knew that they were now smugglers for the military.

“Vismuth of course!" Replied the Colonel.

Wyatt stayed silent as his mount coughed slightly.

“He said if you had any concerns about the mission, you could talk to him directly. He will be pleased to hear that you've accepted. He also said if you didn't accept that he would have to talk to me. Whatever that means. Glad you did too, because frankly he scares the hell out of me." The Colonel commenced his discussion with the two.

The two shared a bemused glance as they smiled gingerly. What had they gotten into?