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"Good morning farther," Mistica growled when she heard her father approach her from behind, the light human footsteps a world of difference compared to dragons. One step, then the other, rather than the tip tap of a dragon hatchling together with claws digging into the dirt. No, her dad's footsteps were light, dampened by the soft skin of his souls, perhaps from time to time crushing a leaf or twig.

"Morning to you too, daughter of mine. How are you? Is your new cave suiting your well?" Her father's human language was soft spoke and soothing to her mind, a break from the heavy growling sound that made up draconic.

"Still rather cold, but I will survive. Perhaps I should come to the next trading caravan to get something soft and warm...like your bed."

Mistica craned her next to look over at her father, who was making his comfortable neck to her. He smelled of mother again, together with a strange dragoness she had not smelled before. Was that?

"We have a fresh addition?" she asked before her father could respond to her first remark

"Oh yes, a dragoness from the southlands, the council accepted her into the tribe. Currently, she is getting her scent marked with Orvay and Gyrt. After that, she is free to move through the tribe, seek a cave and, who knows, maybe you two hit it off."

Her father's remark made her raise one of her eye ridges. "Since when did you know?" There was little change in tone. She couldn't remember telling her father that. She tensed her claws, worrying if he was asking after her even when she left his nest.

_ "Oh, I noticed since your scent marking. I saw how you were with Evy and Orra, compared with Gyrt."_

"Was it that obvious? I hope I did not insult you, father." She leaned down to nuzzle his cheek with the tip of her snout. Well, He carried the lovely scent of the dragoness with him now.. Mistica hoped that the unknown dragoness soon would introduce herself.

"Oh no no no, you would never insult me with your preferences. If you didn't force yourself to do anything." Then, for a moment, his voice became more tight, more stern, like he used to do when he gave her a scolding or spoke severely to her.

"You did nothing you weren't comfortable with, right?"

"Oh, no, I am fine. It was nice, I suppose," she answered more nonchalantly, her tail tip swaying in the dirt and grass behind her.

"You suppose? Mistica, you know you can tell me anything, even if it's about myself." His hand traced up and rubbed her snout, filling her nostrils with the most intimate scents of a dragoness. Causing her to stir a bit.

"I just, I just don't know how to feel about it. I liked it, like the act itself, but I felt little of it with Gyrt..."

"Is that perhaps because you didn't love it with Gyrt?"

"Perhaps... but I did. " She paused, unsure of what to say, a shivering tone in her voice.

"Mistica, drakona," he said in a worried voice. He turned to look Mistica straight in her eyes and hold her lower yaw with both his hands.

"What is the matter?"

Mistica stared into his eyes and just looked, letting herself loose in his eyes before answering. "it's that I don't know if it's wrong or not, but" she paused again, letting the words roll around her mouth. "I liked the scent marking with you a lot more than with Gyrt... It confused me and I don't know why."

She expected a lot, though the weight that all the sudden got lifted from her wings with that statement was the last she expected. Her father first answered her by giving her snout a soft kiss.

"Thank you for being honest with me," he said first. "But is it possible both males and females attract you?"

"But drakes are just not interesting for me," Mistica replied.

Her father traced his hands through his hair. "Perhaps it's because I am your father? You have always been close to me ever since you hatched."

"Perhaps...." Mistica admitted. "I just don't know...is it because you are my father, or because you are human? Is it wrong to feel that for my father?"

Her father snorted thoughtlessly. "Oh Mistica, worry no judgement from me. After all, I lost everyone I know, everything I must pursue, a relation with the dragon I raised. I can only tell you I can't return your feelings. You are my daughter and I hold you dear always, but that..." He took a deep breath

"I think it's best for your development that you seek love on your own. Thyna agrees."

"She is listening to you right now?" Mistica asked.

"Yes, she is, she says hi,"

Mistica snorted, "I really wish you say every time you two join."

Her father laughed. "Oh, it just happened; I don't even notice it myself when it happens."

"It must be nice. Having a mate who you can always check up on, who feels what you feel." She said, feeling queasy about the feeling.

"Honest answer," her father said. "It has its challenges, but if I compare it to any flirts I had before... this singularity between me and Thyna feels the best thing that happened to me."

"Do you think I could get that?"

Her father scratched his beard, releasing more of that dragoness's scent trough. Her mother's scent was stronger this time. "It will be a hard search. " When he saw Mistica's mood sour, he added,

"But some things are worth fighting for. Though we don't get many humans, and even fewer who will open their mind to dragons, or learn draconic. Heck, I am your father, and your draconic is way better than mine. Draconic is not mate for the human mouth."

Mistica lowered her head to her paws and kneaded the ground.

"So I have to leave the tribe?"

"Perhaps, perhaps not. Thats not my decision to make, dear, but whatever your choice, we will support you." Her father spoke level-headed.

Eventually her father left her alone again, walking towards his own cave, no doubt to get cleaned up, not to reek of dragon sex. Mistica curled up for a catnap at the opening of her cave, waiting for the hunt to happen or someone to introduce herself to her. Mistica hoped the latter would happen first, trough with the amount of dragon nests between the council chambers and her lair. She doubted she would be first.

When a scaled snout poked her awake, she lost time. Groggy, she looked to see a golden dragoness. Her eyes went wide. She had never seen such a dragon. Scale like golden coins, Mistica could see her own black scales reflected in the polished golden scales. Leisurely, Mistica dragged her eyes along the dragon before taking in a whiff of their scent. A dragoness. She did not remember the scent. Was this a new dragon?

She took another sniff of the scent, getting closer to the new dragon and letting the dragon crane her head down a bit and sniff Mistica.

Wait... that scent it was the scent that she smelled on her father. This was the new dragon. She drew her head back.

"My name is Mistica," she growled in deep draconic. "I smelled you before on another of our tribe. You are new, right?"

The golden dragon did not reply. Instead, she took another inhalation of Mistica's scent. Eventually, she spoke.

"You have a layered marking. you were here for a long time...My name is Fera goldwing...no wait, I suppose that is Fera of the broken chains now. This will get some used to."

"Fera, may your wings carry wind with our clan. I have been here for some time; I am the eldest of us that are born a broken chain,"

Fera's eyes widened with surprise. "You are the human born!" She called out excited. "Matthew is your father, right?"

Mistica's wings dropped; her face wrinkled a bit. "Please, don't say human born... I am a dragon, and yes, our council eldest is my father."

"Human born is intensive?" Fera lowered herself, making herself smaller to Mistica even she was a fair bit bigger. "I did not know. By the wings. I wanted to make a good impression. Sorry Mistica. I just thought you will be proud of your linage.... I can go."

Mistica blinked at the quick and jabbered words from Fera, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. "Oh, yes, but don't go..." With her tail tip, she patted the ground next to her. "Come and sit."

Fera brightened before Mistica's eyes. Though she couldn't physically get much brighter. She didn't allow Mistica to say the invitation again. "Oh thanks! I think scent marking is necessary."

Mistica snorted a bit. "We indeed have to do. First, let's just talk, get to know each other better."

Fera looked at Mistica, puzzled. "Get to know each other better? You don't want to start scent marking already? Like the council did...by the ancients, they were...all over me...I never have had something like that."

She lowered her head a bit, letting out a tired yawn. "And I must find a cave soon. I feel sleepy."

Mistica extended a wing and pulled her closer to her scales, enjoying the warmth of the dragoness. Soaking it into her scales. Perhaps, this night, she would not ask Orra and Eny if she could join them in their nest to keep warm. With Fera closer, she could smell the scents of the council on her scales. Seems like Fera already had her encounter with Eny and Orra. Gryt was on there but weaker, and Orvay was absent. She wasn't with the council meeting because she had eggs.

"Well, no worry, you could stay in my cave while you sleep.,"

"Oh," Fera said. "That would be wonderful, sharing a cave with a dragoness with a floral scent. Better than most of the other dragons. I like it."

Fera burred her nose against Mistica's scales. Mistica placed her head on Fera's.

"So, what brings you here, Fera?" Mistica hummed. "I heard that the south-lands are not bad for dragons."

Slowly, Fera tilted her head to get some room for her mouth to speak. Enjoying laying just lying and resting with another dragon, even though she was rather cold for a dragon.

"Oh, I had some troubles with my clan, well one particular point, I did not fancy being a mother to a new dragon that was not my mate every season. "

Mistica wrinkled her snout at Fera. "You mean forced breeding?"

"Something like that. To keep the blood of the clan fresh and vital, they say. But they restrict all those without golden scales from breeding rights. I fled before it was my time and rite of passage and, well, I have lived in the wild ever since."

It did little to ease Mistica at the idea of being forced to mate. Subconsciously, she pulled the dragoness closer to her body. Feeling her heat radiate from her body.

"So why did your choice fall on our clan?"

She had to wait for the answer, the golden dragon making herself more comfortably against the flank. Mistica warmed up with the bodily heat and soon enough she was a more comfortable temperature for the dragoness to lie against.

"Oh, I heard of this clan from a wandering trader. He told me about a new formed dragon clan from escaped dragons and well I escaped too,"

Fera calm pushed her head into Mistica's neck, breathing in the subtitle scent of her body. Enjoying herself with the embrace and attention.

"I am glad that you chose our clan, Fera." Mistica hummed.

"Oh, and why that so?"

"Because, that way, I might get my claws up on a certain beautiful, golden dragoness that I want to invite back into my lair."

Fera snorted out. "Flirt," With a small laugh, she continued. "Are you sure you don't want to just hoard me? Just like the dragons of old."

Mistica tried to look indignant, wrinkling her snout and pulling her head back. "Me? Hoarding you, I would never!"

"Oh, in that case, you wouldn't mind if I introduce myself to someone else first. "

"NO." Promptly Mistica was at attention. She stopped when she saw Fera's face. "I mean... uh"

"Caught you," Fera teased, pushing Mistica on her back with an alarmed yelp from the smaller dragoness.

"But all your talk about getting your claws on me... and instead I now have you in my claws... whatever would you do, my little black dragoness?"

Mistica looked perplexed for when she looked at the golden dragoness who now pinned her down. She could feel her heard thumb and skip a beat. Looking up into Fera's ember eyes and seeing the possessive desire form in those pools of soft fire that were her eyes. She leaned up and nibbled at Fera's neck, receiving a wanting purr from the taller dragoness.

Mistica's tail entangled with that of Fera, making a golden-black mix of scales while they explored each other's body. Fera's claws were hot to Mistica's cold scales and she could not get enough. She needed another dragon on top of her. If she could, it would have made her blood boil. She racked her teeth across Fera's neck, moving down at the base and inhaling her scent.

Fera pushed down against Mistica, rubbing her body against the black dragoness. gradually moving until they straddled together their hips, rubbing their groins together and flushing Mistica with a whole new warm sensation.

Mistica did not have to become ready. Before their hips touched, her slit puffed up and was leaking juices. But when Fera pushed down and let their groins kiss, Mistica's wetness joined with the heat of Fera's own juices. Both dragoness' gave a squeal of delight when their slits matched up. Mistica huffed out against Fera's chest, enveloped in a protective, lustful tent of golden scales. Her front paws clawed and dug into the softer belly scales. Giving a growl each time the movement of Fera.

Fera ground down at Mistica, enjoying the sensation of the smaller dragon's slit against her down. The mewls and growls of the black dragoness from under her form. She coiled her head down, reaching under her chest and biting down at the dragoness' neck like she saw some of the male dragons do in their moments of passion.

Mistica's eyes went wide with pleasure and surprise. Trough in the moments of pleasure, her head could not tell her the true meaning of the bite on her neck, other than that it felt right. She freed her tail from the coil that it was in and bent it back to her own body. Pushing the tip between them and wiggling against the dragoness' slit. Before she knew it, Fera's tail, who pushed its wide tip into her slit, joined her tail. With all the juices coming from their respective slits, the penetration was smooth and with ease, pushing down farther into Mistica's tunnel.

Mistica let out a long, drawn-out roar when she climaxed right around the golden dragoness' tail. Juices erupting from her slit and splattering up against Fera's own slit. Mistica gasped, coming down from her high while Fera nonchalantly removed her tail from Mistica's slit. The golden dragoness took the tail in her maw and suckled Mistica's juices from it. Humming in the taste of the smaller dragon on her taste buds, but she did not have enough. She moved again, walking up Mistica's body until her groin was eye to eye with Mistica's head.

"Come now, my little black dragon, your job is not finished," Fera warned Mistica in a husky tone before grinding her groin against Mistica's nostrils.

Mistica's nostrils filled with the combined scents of Fera and her tribe. She opened her maw and pushed her tongue into Fera's slit. Rumbling in the delicious taste of the dragoness, as well as the taste of seed that was from Fera's earlier adventure within the tribe. Mistica pushed deeper and deeper, eating both Fera's juices and the seed from the golden dragon's slit. Eagerly taking in the scent and having it mark her scales. She could feel her horns being pushed into the dirt, pinned between the lust-stricken dragoness and the ground.

Fera pushed down and roared loudly. A red dragon came to see what the commotion was.

"Can..." the dragon started before seeing Mistica under the golden dragoness, her tail curled around and pumping into her own slit to bring herself to a second orgasm.

"Oh... busy I see, another time. " He excused himself and left the two dragonesses alone.

Fera followed the dragon to leave just before she could feel Mistica's muffled cry of lust when she came for a second time. Fera lifted herself from Mistica's head. She gasped for air; her head covered in juices from the lovemaking. Fera collapsed next to Mistica and curled half around the smaller black dragon. Licking her head clean.

Mistica pulled herself close to the dragoness, her neck hurting from the bite and her mind flushed with the afterglow of their love making. Her body soaking in the heat of the dragoness on her flank.

"Your neck," Fera gasped, licking down at her neck and the bite mark on it. Licking up the small droplets of blood where Fera's bite pierced Mistica's scales.

Mistica moved to reach Fera's neck with her own yaws and nipped down at it. She received an eel from the dragoness. "Now we are even," she spoke softly before laying her head down in a coil.

"Did you just" Fera lowered her head to muzzle Mistica's head. "Claim me..."

"Yes, you are my little hoard of gold now," Mistica teased back.

"You are the little one. Devious dragoness"

"push you and sleep with me. " Mistica placed a paw on Fera's mouth and snuggled in close. She fell asleep quickly. For the first time, she was no longer cold in her cave.