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Tia smiled gently as her claw brushed along her pet dragon’s hide. The young harpie loved spending time in the stables, and her sister's mounts became quite attached to her.

Impressed by her attunement with the gargantuan beasts they share the mountaintops with, her tribe had appointed her the title of dragon handler. Unlike the rest of her flock, she had a companion of her own long before even being able to fly.

“Ready?~”, she cooed, scratching her dragon's neck affectionately as she pulled the leather straps of his harness into place.

Gairo let out a plume of smoke in agreement, pressing his scaled head into her hand.

The harpie pressed her forehead to his, taking a deep breath before leaping onto his back.

“Let's go then. You must be hungry, no?”

A deep rumble escaped his throat in response, winding up to jump into the ravine beneath them.

Tia only ever felt truly free when beside her dear pets, effortlessly gliding through the windy valley they called home.

The young harpie preferred spending time with those beasts that truly understood her, instead of trying to keep up with her siblings. The peace and quiet the dragon’s brought her was a wonderful distraction from the hustle and bustle of the tribe’s meetings that oh so quickly drained her social batteries.

She always was the runt, and just like Gairo, that made her stand out. The shining white dragon was in stark contrast to his maroon compatriots, and Tia formed a strong bond with the fellow outsider. She sighed wistfully, the sound lost in the howling wind as the pair weaved through the canyon.

Well acquainted with their ancestral hunting grounds, Tia guided the young dragon to a high, secluded plateau. The fresh meal in his claws could garner unwanted attention, and she really didn’t want to scrap with a Gryphon this late into the evening. Their ancient adversary had long since been slain, but their weaker offspring still made their daily hunting trips quite the hassle.

“Over there, Gairo!”, she shouted, the dragon grumbling in response as he circled the sheer rock formation.

Gairo effortlessly landed on the flattened piece of arid land, depositing the deer carcass next to a deserted fire pit.

“Good boy~”, the harpie cooed softly, patting her companion’s head before jumping off his back, “Thanks for the hard work. You can relax for a bit.”

The dragon curled itself around the campground with a yawn, resting his head on the ground as he watched his mistress prepare the fire. Tia deftly dug out a bundle of firewood, readying a sizable campfire as she heard a sickening tearing sound from behind her.

Gairo had his claws wrapped around the carcass, effortlessly skinning it with his sharp digits as Tia pushed her wings into her hips.

“Gairo! I told you to relax! Let me handle this, okay?”, she protested, but way too late for the dragon not to finish his work.

Something akin to a chuckle escaped the massive lizard’s throat as he peered past her, spewing a couple embers onto the dry wood. It instantly caught fire, forcing an annoyed huff out of the young harpie.

Gairo rubbed his head affectionately against his caretaker, quickly letting her frown vanish in a giggle.

“Okay, okay I get it!”, she laughed, her talons playfully rasping against the dragon’s scaly skin, “Thank you~”

Her partner showed her the closest facsimile of a grin he could muster as he lowered himself back to the ground. Tia shook her head in defeat, preparing their dinner with a weary smile.

The sun had long since set as Tia leaned against Gairo’s flank, gazing at the stars while he devoured what remained of today’s catch.

A stiff breeze coursed through the ravine, a shiver running down the harpie’s spine.

“It’s getting late, Gairo. Should we head back?~”, she said with a yawn, her talons resting on the dragon’s haunches.

He replied with an affirmative grunt, shaking flakes of dust off his wings. Tia, likewise, straightened out her rather revealing leotard before jumping to her feet. Gairo looked expectantly at her, nudging the young harpie to climb onto his back.

She dexterously leaped atop him, her talons digging into his harness as the dragon took flight. It took mere moments for them to glide upon the currents that led them home.

Years spent together had left their mark on both of them, the harpie not even having to raise her voice in order for Gairo to follow her wishes and Tia could feel her ward’s needs and discomforts whenever she held the young dragon’s muzzle in her hands.

She quickly realized that Gairo was somewhat on edge as they landed inside the sizable cave that the harpies used as a stable, loud growls echoing from deep within. She wasn’t unfamiliar with that specific occurrence, the dragon tamers having told her to stay clear many times in the past.

This time, however, nobody was there to stop the curious, young harpie. Carefully, she pushed forward to reveal something she may shouldn’t have seen.

A pair of adult dragons was entangled in a passionate fight for dominance, the male growling possessively as he mounted his partner. The ground shook in an erratic rhythm as he slammed into his mate with single minded intent.

The fledgling dragon handler was well aware of her ward’s breeding cycle, but was repeatedly advised to stay away from the stables once they began rutting. Now, with her sisters in a deep slumber, no one was there to shield her from the carnal act.

Involuntarily witnessing such a primal display, Tia couldn’t tear her eyes away from the spectacle. The dragons wrestled and thrashed, the female sinking her sharp fangs into her partner as she was pressed against the dusty floor, tail whipping back and forth with every powerful thrust that her mate carried into her. The other beasts were either resting themselves, or desperately tried to ignore their noisy neighbors as small, fiery jets of pure annoyance lighted up the surrounding stalls.

The harpie felt an unbearable heat rise in her body, her heart thumping up to her throat as she watched in awe. Growls and hisses accompanied their violent coupling, slowly but surely petering out as the dragoness finally submitted to her partner. Defiant howls turned into whimpers as the dragon pushed itself over the edge. The deafening roar rang in Tia’s ears as his glistening, purple shaft slid out of the dragoness, gallons of potent dragon essence following in its wake, ensuring yet another generation of pets for the harpies to care for.

The ribbed shaft throbbed angrily as it ejected the last dregs of viscous seed, the pointed tool still raring to go as he resumed roughly breeding her.

Meanwhile, the young dragon handler could only watch with a mix of curiosity, fear, and arousal. A feeling she was all but familiar with at her rather young age. Her body was on fire, droplets of sweat dripping off her brow as she observed the pair in an intimate and ragged heap.

A heady, mind numbing scent permeated the air, coming not just from the rutting dragons, but also from her treasured partner. Tia’s breath got stuck in her throat as she saw his smaller, but no less intimidating, shaft slide out from between his legs. The harpie shivered, pressing onwards and leading Gairo to his stall.

She let out a sigh of relief as he slinked inside without a hitch as she carefully stepped backwards towards the entrance. ‘The last thing I want is for them to notice me’ she tried to rationalize, but that primal display was difficult to look away from, and that perverted curiosity sat deep.

Only as she rounded the corner towards the mouth of the cave did she dare to turn around, mind running a thousand miles per minute as she peered up the sheer cliff above her. The harpie was burning up, questions coursing through her mind as she dug her claws into the well used handholds etched into the sheer rock. She wordlessly thanked her ancestors for the cool wind blowing past her as she climbed, quelling that fire inside her as she expertly scaled the wall.

As she got closer and closer to her nest, images of the beasts below flashed in her mind. The dragons writhing in a primal bliss, wrapped around each other as they mated furiously. The growls echoing from the cave let her core throb involuntarily, mind wandering to Gairo. She hoped the young dragon would be okay as she finally slipped into the modest nest she called home.

With an exasperated sigh, she threw herself into the hammock on the other side of the rather spacious room. Situated in a nook hewn out of the rock wall, Tia traced the smooth rock with a wry smile. She remembered how Gairo and her had spent hours working on it, the dragon’s flame reducing the craggy rock to molten slag until she had a solid foundation to stand on.

Her partner still freshly on her mind, she tried to relax into the fabric just to find herself unable to settle down. Breathing heavily, Tia’s claws roamed her slender frame, skin mostly exposed as the talons slipped under her trusty leotard. Gasping wordlessly, she brushed along her chest in a feverish haze, her other arm slowly creeping lower.

She groaned in frustration, tearing her hands away from her budding body before burying her face in her pillow. Trying her best to ignore that incessant feeling in her gut, she closed her eyes.

Tia awoke much like she fell asleep. That heat still roiled within her, but to her relief, much more muted than last night. Still groggy from her uneasy rest, the harpie rolled out of her hammock, landing on her talons with a resounding clack. Yawning, she began her arduous climb further up the cliff. She dreaded that she might have fallen ill, and took the quickest path towards the oracle’s nest she could reach.

The wind picked up the higher she climbed, whipping around her head with unbridled fury. The fledgling harpie wished to be able to fly on her own at times like these, but she would have to wait at least another year before her feathers grew in enough to even bother trying.

Her sharp claws gave Tia more than enough grip to reach her destination, not even breaking a sweat until she finally arrived before the sizable construction hanging off the cliffside. A handcrafted bone bell swayed gently in the wind as she reached out to alert the oracle of her presence.

“Come in, dear~”, a soft voice rang out from within, the elder harpie having sensed her arrival well in advance.

“G-Good morning, mother Keraino. I h-hope I’m not interrupting anything?”, Tia stuttered, lifting the heavy, woolen curtain acting as a door.

“Of course not, dear fledgling~”, the oracle replied, her eyes focused on an orb of water swirling in her hands, “Something bothering you?”

“Y-Yes… S-Something is wrong with me… My body is all hot, and I slept horribly last night… Am I getting sick?”, she asked with worry as Keraino’s gaze wandered over to her.

The water slowly lowered back to the ground, pouring into a finely hewn basin without spilling a drop. A motherly smile graced the harpie’s face as Tia stepped closer.

“Oh dear… Come here. Let me see what ails you so.”, she said, raising her arms to meet the young girl.

Her clawed appendage rested against the young harpie’s forehead as the oracle took a deep breath, closing her eyes and readying to cast her magic. Cool air whirled through the nest, engulfing Tia in a tight but comfortable cocoon as Keraino began to chant in a foreign tongue. The dragon handler was unnaturally hot, and the oracle worked meticulously to find the culprit

A familiar scent met her nose as she tried to concentrate, her smile turning into a playful grin as the wind dispersed with a strong gust, ruffling Tia’s maroon feathers.

“Oh my~”, she snickered, leaning back into her woven seat, “Seems like you’re not ill after all~”

“H-Huh?”, Tia replied, still stunned from the sudden interruption.

“Did you see or meet someone last night? Maybe while you were out hunting?~”, the elder chimed, chuckling at her flustered expression.

“N-No? W-What does it have to do with t-this anyway?”, she mewled, dropping her shoulders in defeat.

Keraino shook her head, peering deep into her eyes.

“What you are feeling right now is totally natural, dear. You are in heat.”, she chided, resting her chin on her fist with a smirk.

“H-Heat?”, she exclaimed in disbelief, having only heard vague tales of that particular ailment before.

Keraino leans forward, a reassuring smile on her lips.

“Tell me~ Did you see someone that made your heart race?~”

“S-Somewhat…”, she stuttered, “I came back late, a-and caught the d-dragons… breeding? I… I think?”

The matriarch’s eyes widened in understanding, talons coming to rest on the fledgling’s shoulder.

“Oh… I see… I can only give you a couple suggestions, but you will have to wait for that feeling to pass on its own.”, she began, “Go get some perfume from sister Airo. Tell her what you told me, and she will know what to do. Don’t approach the dragons without it, understand? For your own sake.”

“Understood.”, Tia replied, taking another deep breath, “Thank you, mother Keraino.”

As she left the nest to search for the elder harpie’s sister, Keraino looked up towards an exit in the ceiling.

“I’ll have to inform sister Ocupete…”, she mused, stretching her wings with a slight chuckle, “I bet she’ll be delighted~”

Tia could smell Airo’s nest long in advance, the overwhelming scent of an alluring perfume wafting down the cliffside. The perfumer’s work was renowned within the tribe and, together with her sisters Ocupete and Keraino, more than earned her title of matriarch.

Still flushed from her rising libido, she rang the bell hanging just outside.

“Come in!”, a voice echoed from within after just a few moments, accompanied by the clanking of glass against glass.

Airo was hard at work, seemingly undistracted from an assortment of alchemical instruments as the young harpie entered her abode. Her long hair was swept back and tied into a ponytail, the perfumer wearing a set of protective goggles as she experimented on her newest work.

To call her eccentric would be an understatement as she smiled at her creation.

“Ah, Tia. What can I do for you this early?”, she began, her nose twitching slightly as she picked up on the distressed girl’s scent, “Nevermind! You are in heat, aren’t you?”

She quickly pulls out a box of different coloured bottles, continuing to ramble before Tia could get a word in.

“So what ruffled your feathers?~ Human? Birdman? Gusto?~”, she began, digging erratically through the box.

“D-Dragons…”, she replied, still not quite sure what was happening.

“Oh…”, she said, putting back her collection and producing a singular bottle from a nearby drawer, “This one’s made for si-... someone else, but it should help you with your issues~”

She shoved it into Tia’s claws.

“What are you waiting for? Put it on!”, she exclaimed excitedly, eyes wide behind her glasses.

The young dragon handler blinked vacantly at her, gaze traveling between the jittery harpie and the bottle in her talons.

“W-What would it help with? I… I have no idea what’s going on!”, she whined, which only drew a sigh from the elder.

“Maybe I should ask Ocupete to teach the chicks earlier…”, she mused, pulling off her glasses, “Lets try something easy to understand for you… Dragon mating, you heard of it?”

“A-And seen… that’s why I’m here…”

“Perfect! That makes it even easier. Harpies have something similar. If they see something they really, REALLY like, they go into heat and emit a special scent, understand?”

Tia nodded slowly.

“In that state, you’re just another female dragon to them. This perfume should cover that scent. So if you want to avoid being mounted by an adult dragon, you shouldn’t approach them without it. Understand? DON’T! I mean it. I doubt your body could take it.”

Airo pointed at her with a single digit.

“You’re a wonderful dragon handler, Tia, and we don’t want to lose you to some lust-fueled mistake. Try staying away from them for a while. At least until you get used to that feeling. Can you do that for me?”

She slowly caught up to her words, images of last night’s display on her mind that made her body shiver in fear, morbid curiosity, and need.

“I… I can try. Thank you, mother Airo.”, she replied, holding the bottle tightly.

“No problem~ But…”, she smirks, taking a step closer, “If that feeling becomes unbearable, no matter where you are, go home and touch whatever part of your body feels the hottest. Don’t worry and just let it happen. Watch out for those claws though. They can hurt quite a bit if you overdo it~”

“O-Okay… G-Goodbye.”

Airo waved her off with a shrug, returning to her work.

Tia’s climb back down was filled with images of last night, making her head spin as she descended the perilous, stony outcrops of her home. Her mind showed her things she desperately didn’t want to see, making Airo’s suggestion more and more reasonable.

She was plagued by visions of her being buried under the dragon’s mass, pinned down helplessly as its draconic member loomed ominously above her.

The unbearable heat and unknown feeling ravaged her body with every staggering step, her fantasies running wild as she got closer and closer to her home. It seemed like she would have to follow Airo’s advice sooner rather than later.

Panting heavily, the dragon handler dragged herself into her nest, her body all but ordering her to slip out of her skintight leotard. Tia’s skin was flushed with arousal, almost steaming as she undressed, leaning against the cool, stone wall to combat the mounting libido.

Painfully erect nipples caught her feverish attention, her dextrous talons moving in to desperately tease them in the hopes of stifling that feeling.

Tia shivered at her own touch, overwhelmed by the sensations she subjugated her own body to. As she pinched at her budding form, images of Gairo flashed in her mind, his rugged tongue likely just as able to deliver that surreal pleasure.

She shook that image out of her head, slowly creeping across her slender frame, tracing the heat as it traveled from her chest to her nethers. The tip of her claw quickly became slick with arousal, parting her folds with a shuddering moan.

The young harpie never even thought about invading her own body like this, her head whipping back as she curled the digit within her. Tia’s legs immediately began to shudder and spasm in a wave of pleasure, sharp talons digging deep furrows into the sun bleached rock.

Desperately trying, but failing, to stay quiet, a primal moan escaped her lips as she began to gingerly pump. Her slick walls welcomed the intruder, pulling eagerly around her claw. Every thrust brushed her plumage across her reddened skin, teasing her ever further as she lost herself in her heat.

She could not help herself as she repeatedly wondered how Gairo’s shaft would compare to her own attempt, sending a pang of shame down her spine. Unbridled lust ravaged her body, a hand clamping her mouth shut as she let her instincts guide her through the experience.

“M-Mhhh… G-Gah…~”, she groaned in mounting frustration, searching for any kind of relief as she clumsily chased after a high she wasn’t sure even existed.

Her hand and her nethers were already drenched in her liquid arousal, lewd squelching sounds echoing from her humble abode. Tia tried and tried to reach her peak, struggling with her own inexperience along the way. With clenched teeth and erratic thrusts, the harpie steadily worked her way towards that elusive goal. Ever so slowly, but steady nonetheless.

After what felt like an eternity, something rose from deep within her. Accompanied by an earsplitting shriek, she finally came, scattering her fluids all around as her body went limp. Her legs quivered uncontrollably as she gushed like a faucet, twitching on the ground as she gasped for air.

As her breathing slowly steadied, Tia stared at the ceiling with abject dread roiling within her. What should have been a climactic release had just barely stifled that overwhelming lust, leaving her worse for wear than before.

Huffing indignantly, Tia dragged herself into her hammock, naked and dripping with both sweat and her own wetness. A minute gust of cool air whipped through her nest, enveloping her body in a teasing embrace.

The dragon handler sighed in frustration as she came to the realization that it was not enough. Closing her eyes, she buried a claw inside her sopping wet entrance once again.

The following days were a challenge that Tia was not prepared for. Her clumsy attempts at pleasuring herself helped somewhat, but did little to stem the growing tide within. Intrusive thoughts made her decide it would be for the best to stay away from the stables for a while, leaving the dragon tamers to look over her wards in the meantime.

Cut off from her favorite pastime, the young harpie had to make do with whatever she could get her claws on. Carrying perfumes and medicine up and down the cliff did wonders to clear her mind for a few days, but dragons in a rut were all but quiet.

Growls and screams echoed throughout the settlement then and there, putting the poor girl into overdrive as she desperately tried to think of anything else. The growing guilt didn’t help matters, Tia feeling bad for leaving the other girls, and the dragons, alone. She felt as if she was shirking her duties as she scrambled down to her nest after another day of futile distractions.

Her lust came back with a vengeance, and her desperate fumbling proved less and less effective. She slowly grew accustomed to the urges, but they threatened to grow out of control at an alarming speed. Breathing heavily after another bout of frantic attempts, Tia threw her head back with an annoyed sigh.

It just didn’t help anymore. She thought of Gairo, sitting alone in his stall, and her heart felt heavy. Maybe being near them wouldn’t be too bad? Her pet dragon was the most docile of all of them, and perhaps he could help her acclimatize to her urges. And if not… A shiver went down her spine as she thought of the possibilities. It didn’t help her state as she grit her teeth. ‘One more.’, she thought, ‘Then I’ll go visit him.’

Doused in a generous amount of perfume, Tia slowly descended towards the cave. She was sure that Gairo would dutifully wait for her return as she snuck into the hallway. The young dragon handler was certain she could manage the albino, but any of the older dragons could quickly prove too much for her.

Luckily for her, Gairo was situated rather close to the entrance, allowing the alert harpie to avoid the multitude of gazes belonging to the rutting pairs deeper inside. The utterly exhausted females laid languidly strewn throughout the cave as younger, inexperienced males used the opportunity to attempt to sire offspring of their own.

The overwhelming scent of spilt draconic essence permeated the air, piercing the harpie’s sensitive nose as she tried to focus on the task at hand. The white dragon laid in his stall, raising his head in surprise as she peeked around the corner.

“Good evening, Gairo~”, she whispered, her voice softer than she wanted it to be, “Are you up for a late night hunt?”

The beast eyed her for a moment, giving a slow nod as he rose to his feet.

“Good boy~”, she cooed, quickly attaching the leash to the collar around his neck, “Now let’s get out of here before I do something stupid...”

Despite his rather relaxed posture, Gairo’s own rut was more than apparent, panting continuously and, to Tia’s terror, painfully hard. Her eyes wandered to his towering member more often than she’d like to admit, forcing her to speed up their flight from the musky cave.

A well established routine, Tia leaped onto the young dragon’s back, holding tightly to his neck as she motioned him to leap out into the cool night air. The mighty gust of wind followed their takeoff, blowing away the oppressive scent she had been enveloped in. Freed from the pheromones, Tia blushed ever harder, remembering the shameful urges she so desperately controlled.

The compulsion to just lay down in between the dragons and see what would happen was strong, but whatever common sense she could muster won out, making her well aware of how close the call actually was.

With a shuddering sigh, she righted herself on Gairo’s back, gently petting her ward’s neck.

“You’ve had it hard too, huh?”, she asked wistfully, not expecting an answer as they glided along the sheer cliff.

Gairo always held his distance from the other dragons, and she doubted that he followed the same call his siblings did. He was an outlier, just like she was. She felt the dragons heat beneath her, roiling like a furnace but insulated by a mass of muscle, skin, and scale. There was something else too, however, something she never sensed before.

The dragon’s heartbeat shook her very core as it hammered like an ancient war drum, beating in sync with her own. She felt her own temperature rise, her womanhood throbbing needily against Gairo’s back. She moaned in both shock and need, Gairo following suit as he roared into the night.

“E-Everything okay, boy?”, she gasped in concern, leading him down into the nearby forest, “N-Need to cool down?”

Her mind hazy, she remembered a spring not too far away that Ocupete used to bring her too. A nice, secluded clearing to take a dip and relax in.

An assortment of wildlife dashed into the thicket as Gairo approached their target, his powerful wingbeats flattening the grass around him as he landed with a loud thump.

As Tia leapt off him, the beast let out a low rumble, dunking his head into the spring. The harpie smiled at him, wondering if she shall do the same.

A few hearty gulps later, he pulled back out of the small pond, rolling onto his side to find some comfort in the dew covered grasses beneath him. The beast eyed his master, who was bent over the edge of the water and gracing her face with the cool liquid.

His instincts taking control, Gairo’s head drifted back towards her, picking up on the unmistakable scent of her arousal. She froze in shock as he pressed his snout into her crotch, his teeth barely nipping at her supple skin.

She quickly turned around, pouting at him with a deep blush on her face.

“Gairo!”, she giggled, playfully swatting him away, “Don’t do that! I don’t know if…”

Tia stopped mid-sentence, mouth hanging open as the dragon’s movement revealed his turgid shaft. The sizable appendage throbbed softly in the breeze, Gairo’s libido undoubtedly kindled by the harpie before him.

The scent of his arousal ravaged her mind, the dragon’s member dangling like a forbidden lure that urged her onwards.

“Y-You must have b-been through a lot haven’t you?~”, she husked, stepping beside him, “Just like me…”

A moment of weakness was all it took for her to sit down beside him, leaning against his belly. To her left, Gairo’s inquisitive eyes, to her right, his scalding hot shaft.

She found herself uncomfortably close, his warmth radiating into her very core. She would just have to stretch out and…

A low, lusty growl echoed through the clearing as she brushed along his tool with her talons. Despite being unbearably hot, she didn’t want to let go. It throbbed powerfully as she could feel his very heart beating through her hand.

With a motherly smile, she turned to her companion, gently scratching his chin.

“I’m sorry I left you all on your own~”, she whispered, resting her forehead against his, “This is something we should handle… together.”

His red eyes peered into her very soul, wordlessly telling of affection and most of all, lust. With a deep breath, she returned to the problem at hand, giving the rigid appendage an experimental squeeze.

Gairo gave an approving growl, a heady scent reaching her nose as a generous amount of pre trickled down his shaft, slickening her grip as she began to slip along its length. His pleasured growls were an easy way to measure her success as she experimented with his draconic member.

Slowly but surely she got into a rhythm as she serviced her companion, adjusting her grip and speed with every one of Gairo’s vocalizations. Tia’s mind was hazy, her own lust not abating in the slightest. The guilt she felt pushed her towards handling him first however, until she couldn't contain her own need any longer.

Filled with shame, she turned her back to the dragon, his tool looming before her as the other hand dipped beneath her skintight leotard and between her legs.

Unaware of his gaze, she pushed as deep as she could, her walls eagerly holding onto the intruder. Her need didn’t slip past the beast’s sensitive nose, urging him onward.

With a huff, Gairo placed his snout in between her shoulder blades and pushed. A startled yelp echoed through the forest as she tore her hands free to safely land on her knees. His scent became overwhelming as his rod hung mere inches from her face, her mind blanking as she almost began to salivate. He slowly dragged his fangs along her exposed back, shredding the flimsy fabric that hid her from his affection.

“G-Gairo! Bad boy! Wha-AAAAAAAHHH!~”, she began, devolving into a delirious moan as the dragon pushed into her bare sex.

His rugged tongue eagerly lapped at the harpie’s folds, taking in her juices with delight as she shrieked into the night, her face pressing against her prize.

“S-Stah… Sto- Mhhhhh~”, she stammered, jolting forward and involuntarily wrapping her lips around his throbbing shaft.

Her senses were set aflame with his taste, her tongue dancing around his member as if possessed. She wanted more, so much more. That maddening need pushed her further down his pole, shivering at the dragon’s hot breath brushing along her back.

Gairo, meanwhile, enjoyed a delightful cocktail as his flexible tongue dipped into her privates. Smoke welled from his nostrils as she took him deep into her mouth. Her scent made him throb madly, the urge to mate only barely overpowered by his loyalty to his master.

With relentless pushing he finally found purchase in her womanhood, snaking into her depths. Her gargled moaning only reassured him in his endeavor as she mindlessly gobbled him up, pressing her thighs against the sides of his snout. Yet her libido was only rising, despite the debauched act the two were engaged in.

Every tiny movement of his hips translated into lustful and wet gagging that could be heard throughout the forest.

His release fast approaching, the dragon pulled his head back to find Tia’s legs clinging to his neck. Landing in the soft grass below, the harpie could only gasp in disappointment as his slickened shaft slid out of her mouth.

The dragon howled into the sky as his draconic essence surged within, showering the panting girl in his seed. Tia laid prone beneath his shaft, every drop of his release that touched her skin sending shivers of excitement down her spine that left her unwilling to move. Ever so slowly she pulled herself together, heaving heavily as she dragged herself up his side. What remained of her outfit slumped to the ground, leaving her plumage, hair, and face painted a mottled white. She stared at her partner in crime, his essence dripping down her chin as the urge overtook her. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, cooing in bliss as she lapped up every drop within reach.

Tia’s eyes slowly began to cross as the musky taste assaulted her senses, leaving her knees weak and shaking. Holding on for dear life, she pushed forward, resting her forehead against his. A gentle, affectionate gesture she had performed many times in the past. But now it was different, primal, lustful.

“G-Gairo~”, she husked, sliding down along his muzzle, “I… I can’t h-help myself… W-Will you?~”

She moved in for an awkward, yet passionate kiss that set her mind on fire. The harpie moaned into his maw, her tongue dragging along his teeth.

The scorching heat emanating from his nostrils barely bothered the young dragon handler, only flaring up her own need. She was dripping with arousal, her backside swinging from side to side in an alluring, feathery dance that got dangerously close to his draconic member.

After a desperate and messy makeout session Tia was left staring heart-eyed at the dragon before her, claws holding onto his face. Expression crazed and drooling like a feral beast, any sense of self control had long since fled her as his shaft came to rest in between her cheeks.

Harpie and dragon didn’t see their lifelong companions before each other, but an eager mate ready for a night full of intense breeding. A wordless gasp escaped her lips as she pushed her nubile chest into his face, his dragonhood sliding effortlessly into place.

“S-Slow… and s-steady~”, she moaned, his long tongue teasing her nipples.

A spark for ecstasy coursing through her, she shivered at the feeling of his very tip resting against her entrance, just a tiny pang of worry preventing her from taking the literal plunge. Unbearably slowly, she pushed against him, eyes rolling back as his pointed, purple girth inched forward. The ribbed surface sent waves of orgasmic bliss throughout the harpie, every ridge locking his shaft in place while mercilessly flattening her folds in turn.

A guttural groan rang in their ears, whether it was his or her display of primal need impossible to discern. Days of unreleased lust had desensitized her to the pain, leaving only the growing pleasure of her dearest pet stretching her virgin womanhood.

“Mhhhhh~ M-My G-Gairo~”, the harpie whimpered, her heat rising higher and higher, “S-Sooo… good~ Mo-Moahhhh~”

Her partner gently thrust against her until about half of his tool was buried within her depths.

That delightful fullness made the harpie gasp and coo deliriously, legs kicking into the grass as she fought with her own instincts. With a smirk that turned into a wordless scream of pleasure Tia removed herself from his length, every ridge making her quiver as her entrance relinquished its hold on it.

She felt uncomfortably empty as the draconic behemoth slid out of her, cementing her decision all the more.

“R-Ready, my dear pet?~”, she whispered, resting her hands against his belly, pushing gently, “O-On your back, boy, and I’ll make y-you feel even better~”

The young dragon handler was long past reason, her eyes fixated on his glistening member as Gairo obediently rolled on his back, wings flared out as he waited for his master’s next move.

Tia took a deep breath, his forbidden lance reflecting the moonlight as she clambered up the dragon’s haunches. Soon she found herself in her ward’s lap, his dragonhood pressing against her belly. A tiny voice in the back of her mind told her that this was a bad idea, but was quickly buried under a tidal wave of primal craving as his musk wafted into her nose.

Gairo’s pointed length easily reached to her midriff, widening to about the girth of her own arm towards the base. Eyes wide, she traced the towering shaft with a claw, in awe at the sheer size of the goal before her.

Pressing her talons against his belly for purchase, she slid forwards, a shiver running down her spine as womanhood caught every single ridge. Gairo saw her creep closer with a feral expression on his master’s face. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as his tip kissed her entrance, prompting the fledgling dragon rider to press against it.

The feeling soothed her rampaging nerves like scratching an unbearable itch. It had only been minutes of pleasure, but Tia’s body was already demanding to be filled with his throbbing length. She just didn’t feel complete without it, blindly following that primal urge that had been slumbering within her.

“M-My dear d-dragon~”, she choked as she reached out for Gairo, hair matted from the exertion, “C-Come here~”

Her pet let out a huff, smoke billowing from his nostrils as he pushed his head into her embrace, holding her upright as she slowly lowered herself onto his rod. She peppered his snout with gentle affectionate kisses, repaid by his sizable tongue caressing her neck and chest.

Flexing her powerful legs, Tia lifted herself up with glee before letting herself sink back down as deep as she could. Their clumsy coupling left over half of his dragonhood exposed, but with both of them already lost in bliss, neither really cared as she bounced in her dragon’s lap.

The harpie’s screams of ecstasy quickly got muffled by his tongue, her eyes widening as Gairo slipped it down her throat in slow thrusts. Protesting at first, she quickly started to enjoy the treatment, her eyes rolling back as she felt him pushing inside her from both sides.

Swimming in that sea of bestial pleasure, she barely noticed her grip on his haunches faltering as she rode her dearest pet. Every descent weakened her already precarious hold, splitting her thighs further apart until…

Gairo’s tongue gagged her pitiful attempt at a scream, leaving her to struggle helplessly atop him as her talons slid off his scaly skin. Her eyes bulged, her hold on his face tightening as she slammed into his lap with a single, brutal stroke.

Her dragon let out a loud growl, throbbing needily in her depths as the harpie was still reeling from the sudden intrusion. Head rolling back Tia screamed into the night, her talons resting on the unmistakable bulge his shaft had left in her womb as a mind shattering orgasm coursed through her body.

The harpie’s walls clamped ferociously around her prize as she rode the waves of pleasure, her heart gripped by unbridled hysteria. She shivered and spasmed on her perch, legs twitching uncontrollably. Gairo, meanwhile, was salivating at the sight, his beloved master riding atop him as his tail thrashed about.

Slowly but surely Tia came down from her high, breathing heavily as she held onto her dear pet. Her legs felt like jelly, having lost any strength she had left as she slid off his belly. Her pet let out a disappointed whimper as his sizable girth evacuated her womanhood, the harpie coming to a rest in the damp grass.

The dragon handler was heaving heavily, still trying to process what had happened as she tried to crawl towards the spring. Yet the lustful haze on her mind had barely lifted, her body craving to be reunited with her mate once again.

Gairo didn’t take his eyes off his fledgling rider, rolling back onto his legs as his instincts took hold. He was far from satisfied himself, taking a lumbering step forwards as Tia reached the water's edge.

“T-That… was a-amazing! D-Don’t you think s-so too, Gairo?”, she gasped, eying her own reflection.

She looked utterly disheveled, her feathers ruffled and her hair matted to her head as drops of sweat splashed into the cool water. Nonetheless she was glowing with both satisfaction and lust, blushed a hearty red as a small tremor tore her out of her reverie.

“G-Gairo?”, she asked with creeping dread in her voice as his claws dug into the ground beside her, the reflection of his head overtaking her in the water, “W-What are you d-doing?”

His weight pinned her to the ground as he hovered above her, his tip gracing her backside once again as it dawned on her.

“Nonono! G-Gairo! S-Stop! I… I can’t taAAAAAH!~”

She had tried to calm the beast, but his own desire to mate was on full display as he mounted her with a guttural growl. Gairo plunged into her depths, pressing her into the padded ground.

His girth had effortlessly pierced into her womb, setting her nerves alight like never before. Time felt like it had stopped as she tried to accommodate his draconic member, but the beast did not intend to stay idle like she had.

The harpie screamed in bliss as Gairo’s ribbed length caressed her insides, a moment of delicious anticipation before he drove back into her. Her eyes crossed in ecstasy as he thrust again and again. Half-hearted protest turned into a mixture of delirious whimpers and primal growls as Tia finally relinquished what little control she had left to let her dear dragon breed her.

Tongue hanging out and her eyes glazed over, she could barely stay conscious as she was pummeled relentlessly. A steady stream of thick smoke escaped Gairo’s nostrils as he continued his work, dragon and harpie entwined in a lustful mating frenzy. For what felt like an eternity, her pet continued his quest, getting closer and closer to his goal. To deposit his seed within the fertile dragoness he was perched upon.

With a prideful roar, Gairo expelled a fearsome fire blast over the rippling water as he pushed as far as it would go for a final time. Tia was barely lucid, feeling his length throb within her depths as it swelled with his incoming release. The dragon’s seed flooded into every crevice it could, filling the harpie with a delightful warmth as more and more of his essence found a new home within her.

Satisfied with his work, Gairo let out a huff, taking a few steps back to let his dragonhood exit his well-bred mate. The empty sensation brought Tia back to her senses, gasping for air as she rolled onto her back. Her eyes widened as she struggled to meet his gaze behind her now bloated belly, a profound expression of accomplishment on his face.

“B-By the divine w-wind… F-Feeling proud of y-yourself?”

The harpie basked in that delightful fullness, giving her belly an experimental push. With a hoarse moan, his draconic essence surged from her entrance, adding to the sizable puddle at her feet. She giggled at the surreal feeling, but quickly froze as Gairo let out a displeased growl.

“G-Got it… G-Gotta keep it in~”, she mewled, watching him tower over her.

He quickly sealed her entrance with his shaft again, unwilling to let his hard work go to waste, much to Tia’s delight. Lying beneath that powerful dragon, being the target of his primal urges and unable to decline. To the harpie, it just felt right. Like it was the way it should be, and that this was her calling. With a smile, she wrapped her arms around his neck, peering up at him.

“S-Sorry about that~ Why don’t we go again and make up for it?~”, she cooed, tapping into that dormant side of her.

Gairo immediately began to savagely pump anew, Tia holding fast to him like her life depended on it.

“G-Good b-boy~”, was all she could muster before she submitted to his whims once again.

Their intimate moments turned from minutes to hours as the young harpie was molded into a perfect partner for her lovely dragon, moaning feverishly into the night. Willingly, she had discarded any notion of control, elegance, and sanity as Gairo bred her over and over again.

Consciousness fading in and out during the hedonistic ordeal, she received her dragon’s love until deep into the night. Tia found herself comfortably resting on his stomach as the moon crested over the treeline, basking the pair in a silvery sheen as she lazily traced his scales with a talon.

She was far from mobile now, bloated to obscenity by his efforts and still securely sealed by his shaft that now only filled her with a comforting sense of warmth.

“Gairo?”, she asked with a timid tone, waiting until he closed in to place a soft kiss on his snout, “I love you~”

Her mount let out an amused huff, shaking his head as his behemoth throbbed softly within her.

“I know, I know~”, she replied with a giggle, patting him as a reward for his sincere attempt at conveying his own gratitude, “My pleasure~”

With a satisfied sigh, she relaxed on top of him, closing her eyes as his wings closed around her like a leathery blanked.

“Good night~”, the gravid harpie whispered as she drifted off into a well deserved and deep sleep.

“Are you sure?”, Airo asked, adjusting her glasses as she leaned against the wall.

“My divination doesn’t lie, sis’~”, Keraino returned, still focused on the orb hovering in her hand, “We haven’t seen such a fertile dragon breeder since-”

“Me?~”, the third of the siblings interjected, sitting on her pet dragon’s lap like on a living throne.

“Well… yeah. If you had actually done anything with it…”, The oracle replied, side-eying the dragon tamer.

“As much as I would have liked to, I’m an elder. I’ve neither got the time nor the youth to be a brood hen. One egg was enough.”

The perfumer raised her eyebrow.

“So what do you suggest we do? I could make some extra medicine before she heads back down just to be sure. Otherwise she might end up-”

“Pregnant?~”, Ocupete said with a chuckle, “A little late for that, dear.”

With a smirk, the harpie matron leaned down towards her sisters.

“She went out with Gairo last night. I found them at the spring in the forest. No amount of medicine is going to prevent those eggs~”

Airo swallowed audibly, her mind showing her all too vivid images of their coupling. A familiar scent tickling her nose didn’t help matters.

“O-Okay… what do we do about this then? Harpie’s usually… you know… don’t do that.”

“-Anymore.”, Keraino added, “I doubt that will be much of a problem for a while. She spends most of her time with the dragons anyway, and when someone asks, we could say that the father… escaped her clutches~”

She shuddered for a moment, that overwhelming musk now also reaching the second sister.

“T-That’s going to work until the eggs are laid, sis’. And then?”, Airo asked, rubbing her legs together in discomfort.

“We cross that bridge when we get there, don’t we? Mhhhh~ We always did~”, Ocupete replied, accompanied by her pet’s low growl.

“S-So… is that e-everything for today?”, the oracle stammered, trying desperately to maintain her concentration as the water shifted into different, more risque, shapes.

“Yes, but~”, the eldest sister husked, shifting atop the dragon, “You two will have to deal with something for me~”

Ocupete spread her legs, revealing her dragon’s towering shaft buried deep within her.

“Mhhh~ My dear pet is about to cum~”, she cooed, reaching up to scratch his chin, “And I won’t allow it to go to waste!”

The younger siblings shared a long glance before drifting to the eldest, now unabashedly bouncing atop her throne.

They nearly started to drool as her mount filled her with his draconic seed, belly bulging slightly with his gift until she lifted off her perch. She smirked at her younger sisters as she slid down to the ground, putting herself between their hungry gazes and his trembling dragonhood.

She wasn’t sure if Tia would spread her legs for the other dragons as well, but Ocupete’s beast was hers alone.

“What are you waiting for? This won’t clean itself up, you know? Get down here and do your part!”