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This story contains a human dragon rider getting inside his dragoness. If you prefer your humans outside of their dragonesses, this may not be for you.

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“Desmond, I think I'm coming into season.”

The brown-haired man slowly lifted his gaze up from the crackling campfire, fixing it on the shimmering scales of the azure dragoness sprawled out on the opposite side. It took a few moments to process what she'd said, and even then he wasn't sure he'd heard correctly.

“What do you mean?” he asked, poking the fire with the stick in his hand, “like... going into heat?” He'd known Aera for just five years now, ever since he'd become old enough to obtain his rider's license and join the military. It was the first time she'd ever mentioned anything of the sort.

“Yes,” she replied with a light puff of smoke from her maw, “that's exactly what I mean. The last few nights I've felt... different.” She shook her massive head, her next exhale blowing up leaves from the ground. At over twenty feet tall, she cut an imposing figure much like any other dragon of the realm.

“Different how?” the man replied in response, watching the flame flicker and threaten to go out in the chilling wind. Summoning up a little power he cast a light flame spell on the wood, and it surged to a respectable blaze once more. Being a mage was a prerequisite to enlist as a dragon rider these days, but he was by no means one of the greatest.

“Between my legs,” Aera replied bluntly, digging her foreclaws into the dirt and drawing an idle circle. “Tingling. It's irritating and distracting.” Desmond heard the displeasure in her voice, and realized that it was the reason behind her recent irritabile outbursts. Still, he felt the heat rise a little in his cheeks; he wasn't entirely sure how to approach such a situation. So far from home, on a reasonably important scouting mission, there wasn't a lot in the way of male dragons about.

He gazed over her body, taking in the sight of the immense beast he had been partnered with. Since he was a child, Desmond had never wanted to be anything other than a rider. Despite being a more political role than he'd expected as a child, there was little he enjoyed more than the thrill of flight and the companionship of such a large and exotic dragon.

“Well...” he responded slowly, unsure exactly what he intended to say, “is it... uh... something that can wait until you're back at the Citadel?” Her head turned, those deep amber eyes fixing on his as she lashed the ground heavily with her thick tail.

“I would... prefer... not to wait,” she replied in a measured tone, “but I fear it may cause issues if I were to be distracted by it during our mission.” She sighed in a heavy rumble, her breath making the campfire shimmer. Desmond scratched his jaw, unsure just how far he wanted to broach the subject.

“Well, if you have your concerns, we should at least attempt to alleviate them,” the young mage told her with a wave of his hand, “but I... I was not taught such magic during training. I have little in the way of spells to... help. Is there any other solution you would happen to know?” Aera smirked, and licked her maw slowly as she gazed up at the treetops. She'd never considered the possibility of being stuck out in the wilderness during her first heat, and she knew it would be disastrous for her reputation to return home empty handed with her seasonal needs as her only excuse.

“To be blunt, the best solution would be for a large male dragon to swoop down from above, pin me to the ground and... as you would put it, fuck me.” A sideward glance at her rider allowed the dragoness to see him squirming with embarrassment.

“I... I do not...” he stammered in reply, and she chuckled lightly.

“I jest,” she replied with a little puff of air in his direction, “although the point is very valid. However, I imagine the supply of male dragons is scarce in these parts.” Collecting himself, Desmond looked over at her, still slightly flustered.

“I would agree,” he replied with a small nod, “but that does not solve the issue.” Aera sighed once more and returned to drawing in the dirt with her claws. A few moments of silence passed between them, punctuated by the scratching of claws and the crackle of the flames. Reaching into his pack, the mage took out a flask of water and began to drink.

“I cannot masturbate as a human would,” the dragoness stated out of the blue, causing Desmond to spit some of his drink across the fire in surprise. She lifted up a foreleg and wiggled her claws at him.

“Sharp claws are not very functional in that regard,” she added as her rider wiped the water from his chin.

“A...Aera!” he responded with embarrassment, “I know we've been friends for years but don't you think it's a little... inappropriate?” She fixed him with a stare, and puffed a smoke ring in his direction, intercepted by the smoke of the campfire.

“Apologies,” she rumbled, although her voice didn't seem to suggest anything particularly apologetic at all, “I wasn't aware that after all the blood and guts we've spilled together that my reproductive cycle would be the line you draw.” The rider pinpointed the sarcasm in her voice and met her gaze.

“Those are two very different things, Aera,” he retorted, flicking the stick across the campfire to bounce it off the side of her leg. “Besides, I'm the only male in the area and I'm no dragon. There's very little I can do about your... situation.”

“Situation?” Aera hissed, clearly a little agitated, “my situation is that my body is telling me to find a suitable dragon and have him put my eggs through advanced swimming lessons. The instructors never told me the feelings would be this... intense.” She squirmed a little, and glared at the human. He was visibly blushing at her blunt description, and avoided her unyielding gaze.

“I get it, alright?” he told her with a sigh, “it's not like I don't want to help you. You're my closest friend and my assigned dragon. I'm just... not exactly full of solutions at this point. We're a good few days from the nearest drake, and it sounds like you're going to struggle to concentrate if we leave things that long. What am I supposed to do? Even if we call off the mission you're going to be days away from relief.” Her expression softened a little, realizing she'd been a bit snippy with him.

“Sorry,” the dragoness muttered, “it's... just a little troubling.” She looked away and clawed at the dirt idly, considering her options. Desmond looked at her with a little pity; after all this time he'd never truly seen her get so worked up about something outside of combat. He looked over her lengthy body, large enough to swallow a human whole, and was once again filled with that brief gratefulness that she was an ally.

Getting to his feet, the young rider walked around the campfire and stood in front of her head. Her eyes fixed on him as he reached out and gently rubbed the underside of her jaw, much like he'd done so often when she had been a quarter her current size five years ago.

“You got so big,” he remarked, noticing she allowed his scratching without complaint. “It doesn't feel like long ago you were only a few meters long.” She chuckled, the noise vibrating through his fingers as he worked them around her powerful lower jaw.

“It is a shame I cannot be such a size again,” she replied, earning a look of incredulity from her rider. He'd never heard her express that opinion before.

“I don't see how that would benefit you,” he replied, giving her snout a playful rub, “I'm not certain our enemies would flee in terror from a horse-sized dragoness struggling to carry a rider on her back.” A moment of silence passed between them, before she gently lifted her head and gazed down at him with those deep, iridescent eyes.

“Perhaps not,” Aera explained quietly, “but if I were the size I was when we met, you could quench my... needs yourself.” It took a moment for the words to sink in, the stunned rider's eyes opening wide.

“Y... you...” he stammered, completely caught off guard by her remark. He'd certainly never expected to hear anything like that from her.

“I couldn't imagine it being anything less than wonderful,” she continued, brushing the ground with her tail, “my rider draped over me... inside me...” She puffed a smoke ring and visibly shivered, keeping her eyes upon her stunned companion.

“B... but I'm a human, Aera! You're a dragon!” He was at a near loss for words, and she growled at him.

“Astute observation,” she commented with amusement, “but what does that have to do with anything?”

“E... everything!” Desmond replied hastily, “we're entirely different species! I'm your rider! It's outlawed in the Citadel!” His voice had risen, and she let loose a more significant growl of displeasure. Bringing her maw right in front of him she sternly stared him down, her blood boiling.

“I don't care that we are different species,” the dragoness snarled, “I don't care about the laws.” She sprawled her sizeable body around him, completing a crude circle shape with her tail as she cut him off from the campfire and surrounded him with a mountain of deep blue scales. Bringing her head down until it was inches from his own, she breathed warm air over his neck as she sighed.

“If I were a human, would you mate with me?” she asked, her voice more constrained. He turned redder at the question, but was unable to avoid her gaze.

“Aera...”

“Answer the question,” she cut in sternly. “What if I told you that I wanted you to mate with me? That being your partner for five years, fighting side by side, sharing every success and failure makes you more than qualified to be my mate. Do you truly share no intimate feelings towards me? Or is it because I am a dragon?” Desmond hesitated; she had never been so confrontational with him before.

“I... it's...” he stammered, trying to think up an honest response on the spot. She growled impatiently, her eyes drilling into him like daggers. He couldn't remember a day in the last five years he hadn't been with his dragoness. She was his world, both when working for the Capital and off duty, she was always there. He'd never thought to see her in the way she was propositioning to him now.

Closing her eyes, Aera moved her head back and looked away from him. Her emotions had gotten the best of her again, and her heart began to sink as she realized how aggressive she'd just been. There was little doubt in her mind that she'd just driven a rift between them.

“Aera...”

A hand pressed against her jaw, and as she looked sideways into his eyes all she saw was concern, not judgement.

“I don't really know how it could work between us,” he told her quietly, “but I'm not going to let that get between us. If you want me as your mate, Aera, then I'm yours.” Her eyes widened at his words, and he gently pressed a palm to her lips before she could respond.

“We've been side by side for five years,” he added, “I trust you more than anyone. As a dragon rider I’m unlikely to ever have time for a human wife, nor could I ever say I had the kind of bond with one that I share with you.” He released her lips, and replaced his hand with his own, giving her a kiss right in the middle of them. She was large enough to eat him whole, but the action was electrifying for both as he cradled her lower jaw and let his emotions seep through the intimate contact before leaning back.

“Des...” she breathed quietly, “I'm sorry I... I behaved like I did. Just because I'm a dragon doesn't mean I can treat you like that.”

“Nonsense,” he replied, giving her a smile, “that's part of your charm.” He scratched beneath her jaw affectionately, much like he had when she'd been smaller but the meaning still held weight.

“Well...” she replied with a light puff of smoke to his side, “I love you too, Des.” She fell silent for a moment, before ruffling her leathery wings a little in discomfort.

“I'm still... really horny though,” she admitted bluntly, earning a blush from her rider. She rolled a little more onto her side, and gazed down at him with a little amusement. “The Citadel would probably look unfavourably on me choosing you as a mate over a suitable drake.”

“Fuck them,” Desmond replied dismissively, “considering our service record they should be knighting us in a year or two.” He slowly got to his feet and rubbed her horns. “Besides, I'm not going to say anything.” She nodded in agreement and raised her own head back up to look around the clearing.

“Still... I'm not in a better position to... uh... help you out,” he admitted with red cheeks, “but if you want to try then... we could think of something, I'm sure.” Her eyes sparkled; now that her rider was on board, it was exciting to the large dragoness to hear he was thinking about her in a sexual way regardless of the difficulties.

“Are you sure?” she inquired in a low rumble.

“About sex? Not entirely,” he told her truthfully, “but about you? Absolutely.” He paused for a brief moment, before looking up into her eyes with evident nervousness.

“Can... can I... can you show me?” he asked with a bit of uncertainty, “if I can see what I'm... uh... working with, maybe I can think of a solution.” She smiled widely and exhaled a plume of excited flame into the air.

“I would love to,” she replied, rolling over a little more until her upper back was pressed up against the trunk of a large nearby tree and her lower body could sprawl out heavily. With her legs spread a little, the eager dragoness showed herself off to her rider without leaving anything to the imagination. Desmond gazed upon the underside of his dragoness, a sight he'd seen many times before but never displayed in such a deliberate, demonstrative fashion.

His eyes wandered down the healthy curve of her underbelly, following the natural contours of her feral, feminine form until he was gazing between her thick thighs. He'd never really thought to look upon her in such a way before, yet now that he focused on her, he could see where those deep blue scales softened and gave way to a set of shapely outer lips that framed her reptilian sex. He could feel her eyes upon him, trying to see if her companion was truly interested in her as she was him.

She looked so much softer down there; surely a weak spot if any enemy were to know if it. Yet, she was offering it to him, eager to share her body with the one she'd trusted to ride upon it for years.

“Aera...” he muttered quietly, taking a few more steps so that he could stand beside her thick tail. She waited patiently as he climbed up on to of it, throwing his legs either side of her tail like straddling a horse. It brought him within a meter of her groin, and her eyes sparkled with delight at his approach.

“You look beautiful,” he told her, blushing at the cliche of his words but meaning them all the same. Even amongst dragons, her scales were such a rich color, nothing like those dull browns and greens. He'd always been proud of her looks, although never quite in this manner. Still, he felt a little foolish simply sitting there staring at her body without action.

Thankfully she continued for him, her foreclaws reaching down and carefully pressing into each of her plump vaginal lips. With a little force and care she used them to pry herself open and stretch out the entrance to her body, working herself wider until Desmond was left gazing inside her.

He'd never been so flustered at the sight of anything in his life. The cavern before him was large enough to contain him, and yet he was gazing into the vaginal passage of a feral dragoness. His feral dragoness. Webs of fluid stretched from wall to wall, the product of her arousal lubricating the inside of her body for a potential mate. Yet, he was no endowed dragon, but a mere human in awe of his lover.

“W... What do you think?” she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice. Aera genuinely cared what he thought of her. He opened his mouth to reply but was suddenly hit with a wave of thick, cloying stench that made his breath catch in his throat. It had taken a moment for the scent of her exposed inner flesh to reach him, and it was one of the most potent he'd ever experienced.

“It's...” he huffed, trying to breathe properly again when that pheromone rich scent thickened the air around him. The illusion had been somewhat shattered; despite everything else he thought about his beloved dragon, the smell of her virgin reptilian pussy was as animalistic as the rest of her.

“Sorry,” he quickly apologized, “I... I wasn't quite ready for that.”

“It's rude to tell a girl she smells, you know?” Aera said sternly, but when her looked into her eyes he could see she was just teasing him.

“I'm a dragon,” she reminded him, “I'm not going to smell like one of your pampered chamber girls.” She chuckled, body rumbling in amusement before fixing him with a loving gaze.

“Is it too much?” she inquired with a hint of concern, “I could try and find a stream... we have been on the road for days.” He smiled up at her and shook his head.

“No need, I'll get used to it,” he replied, “I'm not going to let that get between us. There's just differences between a human and a dragon that will always be there, and we need to live with them.” He lifted a hand and then clenched it into a fist, letting magical energy surge from his core into his grip. “Besides, I've got an idea.”

Aera looked at him with great interest as he channeled more and more energy into his fist. Reaching out with his other hand he grasped the first and stretched the energy out visibly between them in a transparent blue shape. He was a reasonably skilled spellcaster, but he'd never attempted much in the way of materialisation magic before. The dragoness simply observed quietly, keeping herself spread with claws while he worked on expanding the energy.

Desmond channeled it into a large sphere, as large as himself, before concentrating hard and forming the energy into a lengthier shape. Aera huffed in delight as she realized what he was doing, her back scales scraping the tree bark as she shuffled slightly at the sight of the crudely-shaped dildo her rider was crafting.

A bead of sweat appeared on his brow, and as her tail shifted slightly under him he lost control of the spell and the energy surged outwards, knocking him clean off her tail and onto the forest floor with a heavy thud.

Embarrassed and winded slightly, the man got back to his feet with a wince and looked back to his companion, who was busy laughing at his expense, shaking the tree she was propped against with her amusement.

“Aera~” he groaned, and she rolled back over onto her feet and smirked at him.

“That was hilarious,” she admitted with ongoing mirth. He blushed, and looked down at his hands.

“Energy is easy to control when it's shapeless,” he explained, “but when trying to shape it... really difficult.” He sighed and looked up at her.

“I'm sorry,” he added in apology, “that was my best idea.” She stood beside him and looked down, reaching up to brush a claw through his hair. The sizeable female looked a little disappointed, but loved him no less.

“I... I might have an idea,” Aera commented suddenly, looking into his eyes, “something that an play to your strengths. It's a little risky though...” She paused, and ruffled her wings in thought.

“What is it?” the human inquired, “I'll try anything for you.” She chuckled, shaking her head a little before bringing her head down to his level. Bumping his chest with her snout she exhaled a little smoke ring across his chest.

“Well,” she explained quietly, “you're quite proficient with your strength augmentation spells. What if you were to use the bone hardening technique you use when in combat to make yourself stronger, and then I could... well... to put it bluntly, use all of you instead?” Desmond looked at her in surprise at the suggestion.

“Wait, like... use me as a dildo?” he replied rather bluntly, and she chuckled at his response.

“It doesn't sound as good if you put it like that,” she rumbled, “but mechanically, yes.” Bringing her maw right up to his ear she exhaled over his neck.

“I want you inside me,” she almost purred, and her rider turned a little redder at the thought. He opened his mouth, perhaps to rebut, or to tell her it wouldn't be possible, but his words caught in his mouth as he sputtered out a reply.

“I... It... I'd need air,” he remarked, and she pulled back with a sparkle in her eyes.

“You know oxygen spells,” she quickly interjected, “I was there when you learned them.” He paused, and she seized the advantage to push him over onto his rear and then step right over him. Moments later the dragoness was positioned with her eager sex directly above her human partner and reaching down between her legs she once more buried two claws into her pussy and stretched it out to let him see the soft flesh within.

“Use your magic,” she told him firmly, “and then stand up so I can slide myself down onto you.” Her tone was once again dominant and demanding as she looked back between her forelegs at the human. “I won't hurt you. I love you too much for that.”

Desmond was unsure about all of it, but he trusted her, and would do anything he could to satisfy her needs. They'd been together too long for him to still have his reservations. He channeled his power once more and let it surge through his body, hardening his bones like iron from head to toe, utilizing a magic reserved for combat for a much more intimate purpose. Once he was satisfied it would hold for a few hours, he focused on creating an invisible air bubble to surround his head. Usually it was for breathing underwater, but he blushed as he realized he was going to be breathing inside of a dragoness’ pussy. The whole situation seemed a little absurd but the tightness in his pants kept him going. He discarded those next; his clothes tosses to the side to reveal his athletic form, earning a lusty growl from the large female as she gazed upon his bared body.

“I'm ready,” he told her nervously, looking up at where she was gently kneading her outer lips with those large claws. A deep, eager snarl escaped her lips as she carefully maneuvered herself on top of him and stretched herself open wide. “I love you Des,” she told him firmly, and before he could reply she began to seat herself on the makeshift sex toy that was her lifelong partner and rider.

Desmond put his hands up and against the outer lips of her sex as it descended, but with her sheer weight there was little he could do to control her progress. Instead he found her claws sliding away and those plush lips closing in on him before his head was engulfed in thick rolls of inner reptilian flesh with a deep squelching sound. It seemed unreal that he was neck deep in a dragon's cunt but when he took his first breath of that potent inner stench he nearly passed out on the spot.

It was like nothing he'd ever smelt before; a deep, pheromone-laced odor that made his cock rigid and his lungs feel weak. There was nothing flowery or feminine about it; he was smelling the inside of a feral dragon's body. Soft flesh pressed in against him from all sides, matting his black hair with slimy lubricants from her own seasonal arousal, while the squelching in his ears only grew louder as those fluids shifted.

After giving him a moment, Aera continued her quest to bury her lover inside her. Her hips descended further, a hiss of pleasure escaping her maw as her outer lips stretched over the human's shoulders and then sank halfway down his arms. Desmond stood still, allowing her to do as she pleased while taking in the overwhelming scents, sounds and sensations of being a living dildo to a powerful and sizeable female dragon.

It wasn't long before her pussy swallowed him to his waist, and with a deep growl of satisfaction Aera simply pressed her weight down firm and seated herself entirely upon him. He felt the rush of heavy flesh squeeze past him as her lips squeezed at his feet, his six foot tall body now hilted inside her.

The first clench was shocking as her body responded favorably to him, her inner muscles pressing him in powerfully from all sides, treating him like a large male dragon's cock to be squeezed and milked. If he hadn't hardened his body with magic he knew she would have just crushed every bone inside it with that one lust-driven clench.

As her body relaxed he took in how surreal the situation was, trying to take deep breaths of her potent stench while hundreds of kilograms of dragon sat atop him. He tried to move his arms but her intense grip made it difficult, opting instead to stand there and let her adjust to him inside her.

“Are... are you okay, Des?” he heard her ask directly into his mind, using the magic that they shared to communicate telepathically. “It feels so good...”

“I'm fine,” he responded in the same fashion, “it's... pretty tight in here.” He felt everything vibrate around him and realized she was chuckling. Her body slowly reversed its actions, and she began to slide back off the young rider. Her heavy inner folds squelched around him as they retreated, smothering him in thick lubricating fluids that oozed from her inner walls, until her soft pussy lips were wrapped once more around his waist.

“So good...” she moaned into his mind, and with one motion seated herself entirely on him again. It was much faster this time, and Desmond felt the impact as she took him deep once more. It was certainly rougher, but his spell kept her incredible weight within safe limits for his normally fragile human frame.

“Don't stop,” he encouraged her, shifting a little inside her, “I want this to work. Use me until you are satisfied, and not a moment before. I love you too.” Taking his encouragement to heart, Aera dug her claws into the dirt and began to raise and lower herself onto the human that had so graciously allowed her to use him in such a disgraceful way. She could only imagine what the Citadel would say if they knew she'd fucked herself with her rider's entire body.

While the dragoness savoured the feeling of something sizeably stimulating her heat-swollen vent, Desmond experienced his dragoness from a whole new perspective. Everything around him was in constant motion, and he kept himself rooted to the spot while her incredible body used every last inch of him for carnal pleasure.

With his sight rendered useless in the depths of her vaginal passage the young rider felt everything else in heightened detail. It was so incredibly wet; his skin was slathered in her slimy arousal which lubricated those velvety walls to glide over him with a firm yet intimate full-body embrace. Each time she slid back down he could hear those fluids squelch over his ears, loud and lewd in nature. It got into his mouth, giving the man a proper taste of Aera that he savoured without complaint. Much like her rich, feral odor, the flavours inside her were difficult to stomach at first, but it never once crossed his mind to refuse any part of her as he dragged his tongue over her inner flesh.

Without the means to do much other than stand there and taste her inner folds with each passing motion, he instead communicated his affections through their shared bond, letting emotion color their mental connection and drive her to even greater levels of pleasure. Most of all, he could feel her squeezing, kneading inner muscles pressing that steamy flesh into his own insistent erection. As she thrust down upon him he felt her supple textures gliding over the underside of his shaft as it was pinned firmly to his belly.

“Oh Des,” she huffed into his mind,” it feels so good... I never thought it would be this intense...” Her claws sank deeper into the dirt, riding her rider six feet deep into her pussy each time crouched upon his body. It wasn't quite the same as being fucked raw by a feral drake, but the sheer thought that it was her human lover inside her made up the difference twofold in her mind. “I hope it's not... unpleasant for you...”

Nearly drunk on her potent pheromones, Desmond managed to grasp his own aching cock and pump it up and down inside her, having to fight her intense grip a little as his cockhead was further simulated by her constantly shifting walls upon it.

“I wouldn't want to be anywhere else,” he replied, “not when it makes you this happy.” He felt her genuine affection pour through their bond, and he groaned as her tunnel got even wetter with a fresh supply of her liquid arousal slathering his naked body. It was evident she was thoroughly aroused by him, and he opened his mouth to get some of it on his palate. The flavor was tangy and thoroughly alien, but it was undeniably her, and he loved it.

She continued to use her rider for another ten minutes, leaving herself breathless with lust as her body reacted positively to a decent fucking. Inside her, Desmond finally came, his cock throbbing as he delivered spurts of semen against her inner wall. The load was quickly lost in the sea of liquid lust her immense body had built up around him, smothered by her clenching folds. Yet, even though his ejaculation had been tiny compared to any dragon stud, the pleasure it brought the healthy young human inside her filled her mind through their bond and brought her over the edge.

With a deep, snarling roar that shook the trees Aera hilted her lover inside of her body and clenched down hard. Her inner muscles dragged him into her even deeper, his feet coming off the ground as her greedy folds devoured him as a powerful climax rushed through her body. Aera trembled and sprawled out onto her side, legs weak as she utterly drenched her rider with her own ejaculation. She'd never felt so alive as her orgasm endured, squeezing the man inside with shocking force while her body tried to milk every last drop of fertile cum from what it thought was a virile cock lodged in her cunt.

“Oh gods Des...” she gasped into his mind, “ohhhh... fuck... so good...” Her hind legs were pressed together firmly as she rode out the incredibly satisfying sensations that helped to soothe the burning urges she'd built up all day long. Inside her, the dragon rider in question simply lay there, drinking as much of her orgasm as he could, eager to do his part even if her incredible muscles denied him even the slightest movement. The syrupy liquid filled his mouth and stomach, hoping that she could tell he was indulging in her body as much as she'd indulged in his.

Eventually her body began to unwind, and she relaxed her legs with a satisfied sigh. She could still feel her rider stretching her out inside, and gently nudged back into his mind.

“Are you okay, Des?” she asked with concern, “I... I've never felt anything like that before.”

“I'm okay,” he reassured her, “I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life.” He rubbed her slick inner walls now that they'd relaxed enough for him to move. “I hope that was enough for you.” Rolling onto her back, Aera propped back up against the tree and began to push. Desmond felt her passage begin to force him out, and a few moments later he slid out of her sex and back onto her tail, drenched in her cum. Wiping his eyes and licking his lips, he finally released the spells he'd been using and gazed up at her.

“I'm a bit of a mess,” he admitted, and she chuckled in amusement.

“Indeed you are,” she replied, “but you're my mess, and I won't let anyone else have you.” Her eyes were sparkling with affection, bringing her head down to sniff him briefly.

“I like it when you smell like me,” she told him, puffing a little smoke over his body, “but maybe we should go to the lake nearby.” He nodded, but reached out to pressed a hand to her lower jaw, rubbing it gently.

“I love your Aera, and if you still feel those urges tomorrow, we can do it again. I promise.” She beamed at his words, and dragged her tongue over his slimy cheek.

“When we get back to the Citadel,” she told him in almost a purr, “I know a mage who specializes in size magic. If... If you really wanted to take things further with me... I would like to be a size you could... well, really enjoy me.” He smiled at her suggestion, and nodded.

“I'd love to,” he told her honestly, “there's no other person or dragon I would want as a mate.” She looked at him affectionately, and he leaned in to kiss her on the muzzle.

“But if you're still up for it tomorrow,” he whispered with a wink, “I like you just the way you are.”