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Meg wrapped her arms around Keenis' long neck and let out a content sigh, gently squeezing him close to her chest. The warmth of his body made for the best snuggle pillow, as they slowly woke up in her apartment. Neither of them could pinpoint a day that Keenis moved in with her, but when the rent ran out on his apartment they both agreed that he should just move in with her officially.

She gently stroked the smooth scales on the back of his neck, her arms and one leg wrapped around him, while he curled around her in a tight embrace. With his wing over his head and her body she couldn't make out what time it was, but knew they should be getting up soon to get to work.

He stirred slightly, as she gave his throat a tender kiss. "Come on birthday boy, how about we get up?" Meg said softly, earning her a soft groan from him.

"Mmmm, hatchday," he corrected, his voice groggy and muffled.

"Sorry, hatchday boy. I can't believe you agreed to work," She said and stroked his neck a bit more deliberately to start to wake him up.

Keenis let out a content purr at her touch. "If people could stop injuring themselves on my hatchday, I wouldn't need to go to work," he answered, his voice still sleepy.

Meg gave his throat another kiss. "Come on then," she said and patted his neck, before untangling herself. His tender paw reached up and pulled her back against him.

"Five more minutes," he said softly and stroked her back with his paw, earning him more neck pats.

"Well, how about you try and last more than five minutes," Meg said gently, her voice low and filled with desire as she stroked his scales more sensually. His paw against her relaxed and she slowly made her way down his neck and chest, tracing kisses and gently caressing her hands down his body.

"Mmm, this is a nice way to wake up," he said softly, rolling over as she guided him onto his back. Meg rotated so that she was facing towards his tail and gently stroked his softer belly scales, making her way down to his groin. She glanced ahead and could see his slit swelling slightly at her ministrations and smiled, knowing that he was on the verge of exposing himself.

While he was standing up, Keenis' shoulders were the same height as hers, but his long neck and tail made his body seem a lot larger. She straddled his chest and reached forwards, tracing her soft hands in the valley where his legs joined his body. His warmth and smooth scales made her feel safe and she could smell his faint scent as she traced her kisses closer and closer towards his genital slit.

Keenis shivered as her soft hands gently traced around his vent and let out a soft groan when he felt her fingertips stroke close to his slit but never touched the crease. He knew that she was teasing him but was enjoying the slow sensual pace.

Meg chuckled as his body jolted when she kissed his swollen slit, his red tip starting to emerge. "Fuck," he said softly, as she tenderly held his emerging length with a delicate hand, his tip already leaking a drop of pre. The drakes paws gingerly held onto her hips as she traced kisses down his shaft, giving it a soft squeeze with her other hand which caused it to fully emerge. "That feels so good," he whispered, curling his neck to the side so he could see her work his shaft.

Meg smiled as she saw him watching in the corner of her eye and ran her hand up his length, collecting the drop of slippery pre from his tip and using it to massage down his length, allowing her hand to glide effortlessly across his sensitive flesh. "You like that, do you?" She teased and looked up at him, while kissing the side of his cock. She was well familiar with dating drakes and while their size was impressive by any human standards, it was not impossible for her to take, provided they were gentle. She smiled as Keenis closed his eyes in bliss while she ran her hand up and down his impressive shaft and could feel the gentle throbs of his excitement building in her grip.

"Mmmmm, stop," he said gently, causing her to look up. She gasped slightly as he rolled them onto their side. Curling around tightly and repositioning her, so her buttocks were within reach of his questing snout. Meg giggled as he pressed his long snout against her panties. "Can't let you have all the fun," he said softly and traced a tender lick up her thigh. Dragons were known for their long, dexterous tongues and after a few sessions she had him well trained.

Feeling him groan against her as she reached forwards and grabbed his shaft, she applied a bit more pressure as she slowly worked his length. His powerful jaws kissing and tenderly licking her, causing her panties to quickly become soaked.

Meg’s heartbeat quickened as she felt him slip a claw under the strap of her panties and helped him slip them down her legs, not wanting them to get cut by his sharp talons. With her underwear out of the way, she widened her legs to allow his snout access and was rewarded with his warm tongue lapping at her already wet folds.

Keenis moaned into her snatch and gently inserted his tongue while she worked his shaft. Her soft hands traced up and down his length with the perfect amount of pressure to cause his shaft to continue to leak pre. The slippery fluid quickly coated his smooth shaft and allowed her to tighten her grip slightly while stroking him.

Meg smiled and closed her eyes as she felt his long, warm tongue enter her body, parting her walls with ease. His wet saliva mixed with her juices to make a cocktail that allowed him to effortlessly slide deep inside her core, her walls clenching and rippling on the intruder. "Fuck, yes!" Meg moaned, as she started to rock her hips against him. She knew he would be smiling against her legs as she instinctively squeezed his snout.

She redoubled her efforts on his shaft, stroking it up and down, adding a second hand to cradle just the tip. She made sure to squeeze the base every so often, it was only a crude imitation of mating a dragoness, but he didn't care. She felt his tongue searching out all her sensitive areas, every time she thought he couldn't find a more sensitive area, he would rub his tongue against it and make her groan and whimper in bliss.

His mind was ablaze with the feeling of her clenching walls on his tongue, her flavor had grown on him and he lapped up the juices that flowed from her quivering depths. He smirked against her as he hatched a plan before closing his eyes and used his mind to reach out to her body with his magic.

Her body seemed like it was on fire as he probed her body with his mind, every nerve ending was ablaze in pleasure as he searched for a specific spot in her body and he could sense his own tongue plunging in and out of her body. Focusing on the task at hand, he searched until he found a small cluster of nerves near the entrance of her folds.

With a mischievous grin he tickled the nerves with his magic. Immediately, he could sense her whole body feeling like it was both engulfed in the hottest fire and hit with a cold wave of pleasure all at once. The mental image he had of her body glowed in a fiery light as he stimulated her sensitive pearl in a way that no other drake or man ever could. She gripped his shaft firmly for support as a climax blasted through her, never before had she felt this good, her toes clenched and she wailed in ecstasy as he repeatedly stroked her insides with his tongue and used his magic on her clit.

He could hear her cry out his name as he continued, drawing out her climax as long as he could. Her body clenched down hard on his tongue and he had to put in more effort than he expected to keep driving it in and out of her sensitive tunnel.

Eventually he pulled back with his mind; the scent of her sweat and arousal flooding his nostrils as he tenderly kept licking at her folds, cleaning her up.

"Fuck, Keenis!" she exclaimed, his hard throbbing length still in her hand, all but forgotten, "Where did that come from?"

He pulled back his snout from her behind after giving her a soft kiss on her left buttock. "What can I say, I have a magic tongue," he said cheekily, he had never used his magic on her like that before and always wondered if it would work.

Giving a gentle thrust with his hips to remind her,she returned to stroking it. "I want you in me," she said, her voice just above a whisper. Keenis tensed, they had done many things in the bedroom but he had been hesitant about her taking him. Despite her reassurances, he was afraid that his length may hurt her.

He looked at her as she crawled over to his chest and tried to roll him back into his back. "Meg, I don't want to hurt-"

"You won't," she interrupted him. "Trust me. If it hurts I'll tell you. Okay?" she said and looked at him lovingly. He hesitantly rolled over, tucking his forepaws against his chest and spreading his wings out across the bed. Meg gently massaged his shaft back to full mast, before swinging a leg over his torso and shimmying back down his trunk.

Stretching back, she caused his body to twitch when she gently grasped his tip and held it steady so she could align herself with it. Holding his hard cock in her hands, she couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by his length, despite her assurances. Each dragon was different and she hand handled thicker drakes, but his overall length would test her.

She opened her mouth slightly as she lined up his dripping tip with her folds and slowly pushed back, his hard length parting her lips and pushing into her prepared body. She let go of his shaft, now that it was in and used both her hands to brace herself on his chest, before pushing herself further down his length.

As her tight, wet pussy enveloped his hard spire, a breath that he wasn't aware he was holding escaped as a soft hiss. His instincts told him to use his tail against the bed to rotate his hips, hump, and drive his hard length into her, but he held back, not wanting to hurt her and instead forced his tail to relax and not press against the bed.

She paused as she felt his tip kiss her innermost barrier, her body felt like it was being stretched to its limits by his long, thick cock. She breathed through her mouth and smiled when she saw Keenis looking back at her between his forepaws. A few more inches of his shaft were unable to fit into her tight depths. "I think that's as deep as I can go," she said softly, gently rocking her hips to confirm her suspicion.

Keenis opened and closed his mouth a few times but couldn't think of anything to say. She chuckled at his reaction and slowly pulled off a few inches before plunging back down, causing his body to twitch.

Between her earlier work with her hands and now her tight walls stretched around his shaft, he knew he wouldn't last long. Meg closed her eyes and started to move up and down on his shaft, his strong paws moving to her hips as he helped her move. "You feel so good," he gasped, causing Meg to smile.

She was thankful that he didn't have any barbs or knots to deal with, as she rocked up and down and occasionally back and forth. With the long cock filling her with its throbbing length, she could feel the hints of another climax beginning to build inside her like a rising tide as his tip jetted a healthy amount of pre against her inner barrier. As Meg worked his length, she noticed that the base of his shaft was still exposed to the morning air as she rode him, slick with her juices as she drove them both closer and closer to the edge.

"Keenis?" she asked and he quickly let go of her hips. Panting slightly he looked to her, not wanting to stop but cautious because of her smaller size.

"In the top drawer, there should be a scarf," she said breathlessly. Keenis looked at her and then leant his snout over the side of the bed to her bedside drawers. Using his jaws, he gently opened the topmost one and saw, amongst her collection of toys, there was a long silk scarf. He gently fished it out and passed it to her.

"What's that for?" He asked, his shaft still buried deep inside her. She gave him a wink and reached between them, wrapping the scarf around the base of his shaft.

"Can't say I don't please all of you," she said and pulled on the two ends of the scarf, causing it to tighten on the base of his shaft. He groaned at the sensation, his entire length now held tightly. If he closed his eyes, his mind would tell him that he was inside a very tight dragoness but he instead kept looking at her until she tightened her grip with the scarf and he shuddered in bliss.

"Good?" she asked and smiled when he couldn't reply, his head thrown back in pleasure and his eyes wide. She resumed her rocking on his shaft, while it throbbed and pulsed with his building pleasure.

"So good," he murmured, his voice filled with lust and pleasure as her body clenched down on him every time she pulled up his shaft. "I don't think I can last much longer," he panted, as she continued to work his shaft deep inside her.

"Come on then big boy," she said, her words causing him to look at her. With a hard thrust she redoubled her efforts, his hips slightly rocking into her while his climax started to build quickly.

"I'm close!" he cried softly, rocking his hips even more urgently into her. The way he looked at her with such lustful eyes made her own pleasure to build and his driving thrusts caused her to gasp as she was rocked forwards and backwards. She held onto the scarf and pulled it tighter, increasing the pressure around the base of his member.

To Keenis's mind, he was fully hilted inside a female and when his tip mashed itself against her cervix, he became undone. His whole shaft throbbed and his body convulsed sharply as he exploded inside Meg. His hot seed blasting against her inner barrier as he unloaded his pent up seed inside her. Meg would never get used to the sensation of a dragon cumming inside her, the pressure, the sudden heat and the volume always took her breath away. With a hurried rock back and forth of her hips, her body exploded in the second climax of the morning and the clenching of her passage caused him to groan her name loudly. His internal testes pumping rope after rope of hot dragon seed through his hard shaft and into her depths. He could smell it dribbling down his shaft and being absorbed by the scarf, which was still tightly wound around his shaft as it slowed its pulsing.

Keenis opened his eyes and saw Meg panting, her hair a mess and sweat covering her body from their explosive session. "That..." he started and pulled her close to his chest with his strong paws. His tip slowly slipping out of her, as his length retreated into his slit.

"I think I made a mess," he said softly, causing her to giggle in his tender embrace. "But thank-you for my hatch day present," he added, gently stroking his paws over her shoulder blades.

"Oh, that wasn't your present. That's later at work," she said and saw him look lovingly back at her. "But now I need a shower and you may need to give me a ride to work," She said softly, as she traced her fingers over his chest scales, his large paws tracing over her bare shoulders.

"You can ride me any day," he teased with a smirk. "As long as you use that scarf."

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Keenis and Meg rushed to the hospital, knowing that they only had a few minutes to make it to their shifts on time. When they arrived, they exchanged a quick but tender kiss, a fleeting moment of affection in the midst of the hospital's bustling chaos. Their duties immediately pulled them in different directions, but they both knew that they would see each other again soon.

Keenis began his rounds, using his magical abilities to help patients in need. He was grateful that most of his patients did not require too much of his energy today, as he was already feeling drained from the morning's activities. One of his main tasks that morning involved helping a dragon who had injured themselves while playing dragonball, the player had been injured heavily during the previous nights game and while the medical staff had stabilized him, it was his job to repair the severed spine. Thankfully with a bit of magic, Keenis was able to get the dragon moving down the hall. He knew that physiotherapy would be prescribed for the rest of their recovery, but he was glad that he was able to help in the way he could.

As Keenis' break time approached, his stomach grumbled loudly. He searched for Meg, hoping to spend his break with her, but he was unable to locate her. Instead, he found himself sitting in front of a vending machine, contemplating between a bag of crisps and a chocolate bar. Suddenly, an announcement blared over the hospital's PA system, calling for him to report to the upper parking deck.

Keenis was puzzled, but quickly made his way to the large winding ramp that led to the parking deck. While he ascended the ramp, he couldn't help but wonder what could be happening up there. In the past, he had been called to the parking deck to assist injured dragons who had landed there instead of on the designated launch pads. The memory of the sickening thud of dragons hitting the pavement still haunted him and he hoped that it wasn't something similar this time.

As he reached the top floor, Keenis’ nose twitched when he smelt the telltale scents of asphalt, oil and fuel. In the distance he could hear the sounds of cars driving on the streets below and he spotted a crowd of people gathering in the middle of the parking deck. Fearing someone had been injured, he began trotting towards them quickly.

"There he is!" a familiar voice called out and he saw Meg's happy face poking out from behind a black dragon.

Keenis' pace slowed to a stop, as the entire crowd turned to face him. Together the whole crowd in unison shouted, "Happy Hatchday, Keenis!" and they laugh together at his stunned expression. With a coy smile, Keenis made his way towards Meg but he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sudden attention. The sound of familiar voices calling out to him, wishing him a happy hatchday, echoed in his ears and he found himself nodding in thanks and offering token thanks to the many people who had turned out to see him. Meg could tell that he was overwhelmed and wrapped a reassuring arm round his foreleg but, as Keenis took in the scene, he began to relax as he realized that he was surrounded by people he had helped over the years.

As he walked closer, the crowd began to part slowly, revealing a collection of large folding tables that had been set up with a buffet of food. The smell of grilled meat and freshly baked bread filled his nostrils, making his mouth water. Keenis was touched by the effort Meg had put in to make this a special day for him.

"I...I don't know what to say," Keenis stuttered, his voice failing him as Meg came to his side.

"I made a few calls. Turns out you have helped a lot of people over your time here. And when I said it was your hatchday, they all came," Meg said with a wide smile. Keenis felt a lump form in his throat as he looked around at the sea of faces, each one a testament to the kind of dragon he was. He felt proud and humbled at the same time.

"Thank you," his voice barely above a whisper as he felt his throat tighten and his eyes began to well up with tears. He was grateful for this unexpected celebration and, more importantly, for the people who had come to celebrate with him.

His eyes went wide when he heard another familiar voice. "I didn't order you to cry, soldier" said a calm, masculine voice from beside him.

"Captain?" he asked, as he looked down at the familiar face of his former captain, taking a few moments to take in Scarecrow without his uniform on, "What are you doing here?"

"Saying happy hatch day, what does it look like?" he said with a smile on his face, "Bishop is running interference with your folks, at Meg's request," he added and gestured over to one side of the crowd, Keenis followed his gaze and saw Bishop, talking animatedly at his parents, who seemed pinned by the bold human's conversation.

"I... Thank-you," Keenis said, not really knowing what to say. Meg thankfully came to his aid.

"I spoke to the veterans affairs office and explained what I was doing. They put your old captain in touch with me," Meg said with a hand on his shoulder, "There are a few people here you might recognize."

To say that Keenis was overwhelmed was an understatement and he found himself sitting on the warm asphalt car park as people mingled amongst themselves. As each one came up to him when he was free he was reminded of their fight and how he had been there when they needed help most. Some he recognized from when he served, Humans with missing limbs or horrid scars, who insisted on saluting him, and many more from the hospital, whom he had helped with more mundane but no less significant injuries. Not really knowing what to say when they thanked him so enthusiastically, he found himself repeating phrases like, "no it’s fine" or "I'm just glad I could help".

The large black dragon approached and Keenis’ gaze was drawn to his prosthetic wing, its plastic construction would never support flight and the color was not quite consistent with the black of the dragon's scales, but it provided some dignity to the drake. "I'm not sure if you remember me," the dragon started, his voice low and he bowed his head slightly as he spoke.

"The hospital right?" Keenis started, remembering the dragon's desperate voice. "Foxtrot, correct?" he added, when the dragon's eyes lit up.

"Yes, you got me out. I wanted to thank you for that. The name is Reenz," he said and held out a paw in a fist, "I really thought I was going to die there."

Keenis smiled. "Was never going to happen mate. De Caelis," he said, as he pumped the black drakes fist with his own clenched paw.

"Et Terra!" Reenz smiled. "But Thank-you, I may not be able to fly, but I'm alive."

Keenis nodded politely. "You're welcome," he said, as the black dragon moved on to get some food.

As the party continued, Keenis found himself lost in thought as he looked out at the crowd of humans and dragons which he had helped over the years. Many of them had artificial limbs and scars, proof of the battles they had fought and the struggles they had overcome. Despite the fact that there were still those he could not save, he felt grateful for the lives he had been able to touch and the impact he had made.

Meg brought him over some food and he snacked on it while chatting with some of the guests. However, his eyes kept scanning the crowd for one particular, teal scaled dragoness. He knew it was a long shot, but he couldn't help but hope that she might show up. The marketplace explosion did a number on her and after he collapsed in the operating room, her life would have been in the hands and paws of the other medical staff and he continued to look through the crowd, even when Meg offered him some meat from her plate.

As he chewed on the food, his eyes widened as he saw Taalli standing at the other end of the car park. She was a vision in orange, her scales shimmering softly in the sunlight. Her black paws and wing arms blended into the asphalt as she smiled at him with an expression of love and understanding. He wanted to call out to her, but he knew she wasn't real. As he watched, her outline faded and she gave him a knowing nod and a smirk before disappearing.

Keenis was lost in thought when Meg's voice broke through his reverie. "You good buddy?"

He looked down at her and smiled warmly, "Yes, thank-you Meggles. You were right."

"Of course I was," Meg said with a chuckle, as she pulled herself close to him. Keenis leaned into her embrace, feeling grateful for her friendship and love and the unexpected surprise that had brought so many people together to celebrate his hatchday.

The afternoon passed quickly for Keenis, but he had a lightness in his step and a smile plastered on his face from the wonderful party Meg had thrown for him. He entered one of the hospital's private suites, reserved for the wealthier patients and perused through the charts nonchalantly. "Let's see here, a severed optic nerve. Tsk-Tsk-Tsk. And how did you do that?" he asked with an easy grin, still reading the chart.

When he finally looked up, he froze in his tracks before quickly double-checking the name on the chart. It couldn't be...

"Dr. Keenis, is it? Sorry we couldn't make it to your party," Neebis said wearily, his large white wing wrapped protectively around his teal-scaled mate, who sat next to him looking exhausted. "The little one was cranky," he added with a smile.

As if on cue, a small sky blue dragonet scrambled up Neebis's back, using her jaws to grab onto her father's red neck frill to pull herself up. Once up, she stood proudly on her father's shoulders and let out a tiny roar that was more like a yip than anything ferocious.

Keenis sat down abruptly, his legs not cooperating properly as he gazed at the teal-scaled dragoness sheltered under her mate's wing. A large scar ran down her belly from when Keenis had saved their egg and a medical eyepatch covered one of her eyes.

"Hi, I don't think we've officially been introduced. I'm Reevian... And I wanted to say thank you for saving my life," she said softly, her eyes locking with Keenis' own.

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*A big thank you to everyone who has read this little series and a big thank-you for letting me play with your heart strings. *

*You will still see Keenis and Meg in future stories for sure. But the next on to be written will hopefully be less sad and more cute. *

Additionally, if you would like to see an adorable photo of Neebis, Reevian and their hatchling. check it out here.