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Warm summer air filled his nose, running along the roof of his mouth and brought with it the scent of his prey that suffused his senses. His scales were flushed hot, the bronze coloration deepening with excitement as the carrun stretched his legs out as far as they could go. His blunt talons caught the ground, digging down with force that sent him lunging forward. The sun above him, the distant bird song, none of it mattered. All that mattered was the hunt as his amber eyes remained fixed on his prey that was fleeing before him. Time meant nothing, exhaustion, sleep, they were all secondary to the need to claim and conquer.

He could smell her scent: rich and overbearing, full of the sweet musky promise of her estrus, with the acrid flavor of earthy charcoal minging. Unmistakable, unique, and burned into every breath he took until it had become a core part of his being. His. His. The knowledge sang through him until it was all the drake knew as he parted his jaws as if he could swallow it down.

It drove him forward; fresh scent was caught along the bushes and strongest on the edge of a stone wall as if she’d brushed against it as she ran. Each new scent mark rekindled the burning need to catch his elusive prey. And that drive had only grown stronger, continued to blaze away each and every thought. Stripping him down to bestial need and desire. He had been hunting his prey for over a week now, and he was getting close—oh so close—to ending it and catching his dragoness.

His dragoness. That distinction was something that sang through his soul, because she was his. The moment he’d committed the fertile scent of her to memory and set upon the hunt it had been written into him. Once a carrun caught a scent they would pursue it until they had captured their prey or dropped. It was a foregone conclusion, and the drake had no intention of dropping. No intention of stopping. Not when she was close enough, he knew he could finally capture her, no matter what it cost him.

A low, guttural snarl escaped him as he pushed through a maze of tall, verdant shrubbery, devouring the distance between him and his quarry. He extended himself in a burst of speed he knew he couldn’t maintain, but it hardly mattered when he lowered his muzzle to trace the scent, the strength of it. He saw the raw earth churned up from a rail of three claw marks dug deep into the soft earth where the dragoness had made a sharp turn in the hopes of evading him, causing him to pause with his sides heaving. He darted his tongue over a matted patch of grass, tasting her scent once more as he went. They were obvious, deep gouges in spots that made him curl his lips back to show the flash of his serrated teeth.

The drake let out a throaty, dark growl, giddy with excitement. His ears strained to hear her, she had to be close. He would catch her today, no matter what the cost. He began to pace with slow graceful movements before casting his head up. She would go towards the water, somewhere she had a hope of losing him, but it wouldn’t be enough. She had lost the moment she’d run from him; the moment she’d revealed her sweet fertile scent.

He began to pick up his pace when the sound of a tremendous roar cut through the relative quiet, bringing his head up with a soundless snarl. His head swung towards the source as his heart began to beat faster with a crackle of adrenaline that blazed through him. He barreled through underbrush, letting the intermittent thickets of shrubs bash against his scales ineffectually. His speed picked up as he caught the sound of rustling and thrashing just beyond the brush. The cry of something bleating frantically, not another male, not another carrun, which allowed some of the fizzling energy to expend itself in a final burst of blinding speed.

The drake slowed as he neared the edge of a clearing lined with towering pine trees that sent shadows dappling over his bronze scales. Skirting the perimeter, he maneuvered over to a wide gap in the thicket and, slowly, with the wariness of a beast who had hunted many foes, peered through a break in the branches.

On the other side of the clearing there stood a dazzling sight, amid the tall forest of green, his prize—a bright, shining, beautiful dragoness with silvery scales that caught the light even in the dappled shade of a massive hedge. She was breathtaking with a long, sleek form that displayed the play of muscles that rippled with each movement. Like a piece of the moon that came down to earth, the scent of her intoxicating, leaving the drake to part his jaws to sample her scent greedily.

Her head was bent down low, clutching at something screaming and thrashing desperately in the last attempts to save its life. The creature was in the process of dying, screaming its death throes at the dragon and scrabbling with claws that skidded uselessly along the armored scales. Its dying was brought to an abrupt end by a practiced twist of the dragoness’ head, terminating its wails in an eerie silence, nothing could be heard save for the wind blowing in a deathless whisper over the clearing.

He hung there in that moment for an eternity. He found himself perplexed by the savagery of her attack. Perplexed and drawn to her. The elegant way she had dispatched the creature so fluidly, the spattering of red lifeblood that glimmered across the pebbled scales of her muzzle. It washed her heavenly moonlight-silver scales with the earthly needs of the body. Of the chase and the hunt, the hot rush of blood in her muzzle and the life that had to be sacrificed to ensure her own continued. The drake knew it, felt it in his bones, this was the one that he craved. That he desired. The one that caused his heart to beat faster with white-hot excitement to claim her right in the clearing she had painted red with her prey.

He melted back into the verdant greenery, moving stealthily, the meticulous stalking of any predator with their prey in their sights. Contained power and care with each drop of his paws, his eyes locked on her as his heart rhythm slowed and he became hyper aware of everything around him. He kept low to the ground and didn’t stir so much as a twig as he circled around to her side of the clearing. He stole glimpses of her gilded white form between the brush until he had closed the distance between them.

Time froze. The world slowed until it was just the carrun and the dragoness as she feasted. Nothing mattered except the steady beat of his heart and the knowledge that soon he would lay claim to her in every way possible. And for that he could be patient, he would be patient, waiting to take her until the moment he knew he couldn’t fail. He had waited long enough.

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Mesizmer’s sides were still heaving faintly from her run, her muscles stretched out in a beautiful ache that ran along her legs. She wasn’t exhausted, but she needed to stop before she pushed herself to the point of no return. Her heart was still beating against her chest in a rapid staccato, alert for every noise, every movement as she swung her head around.

The dragoness spotted a flicker of movement in a break in the hedge making her flick her tongue out to lick up the coppery-sweet blood on her muzzle. She froze in place and began to let out a soft warning hiss before she saw a faint glimpse of bronze scales. She knew those scales. Her heart slammed into her chest at a dizzying pace. The brief glimpse disappeared with a rustle of movement. She would have thought it was the wind if she hadn’t seen him. She stared intently at the dark foliage of the hedge maze, straining for any hint of direction, any sniff of his scent, but there was nothing. Just the thick foliage and silence that had fallen around her again.

She felt a prickle race down her spine as she forced herself to return to her prey, making her muscles relax as much as she could while she curved her neck towards where she’d seen the scales. Bait, just bait, a silent offering that she knew was a foolish risk, but some risks were worth it. It gave her control of where she would be attacked as she ate, always keeping half an eye cocked expecting to see him breaking cover at any moment.

An eternity passed as she waited, still expecting an attack at any moment but it never came. She began to wonder if she had truly seen him or if it was just her imagination, a trick brought on by her bloodlust. But surely he was here. He had to be here. She began to feel doubt creeping in on velvet paws, making her slow down and stare around her. Had she lost him entirely? Shaken him in that last run? Some of her tension began to fade as she relaxed.

She had barely let out a breath when suddenly a dark form burst from the hedge and barreled towards her in a lightning quick eruption of barely contained grace and power. The dragoness jerked back, but the carrun was faster, crashing into her with an impact that drove the air from her lungs before the jaws clamped right over her scaled throat and bit down while he lunged over her. His momentum bowled her to the side with enough force she had to splay her legs to brace herself. It happened just as she had expected, but she was still taken by surprise by the sheer speed, and her instincts snapped to life insistently. Her primal brain took hold as she let out a bugling roar through the enraged fog filter of her mind and her hammering heartbeat, she barely stopped herself from reaching back and snapping her own deadly jaws down around the drake’s shoulder to rip him off.

Mesizmer took in a deep breath, calming and trembling through her instincts, recalling herself with a force of will as the hot coil of breath flushed against her neck scales. The intimate and dominant press narrowed her world down further to just sensation until she regained her rational mind. She calmed her nerves by sweetly speaking to him, the ancient thrumming chirp in her tone set the magic flowing through her words. She swirled encouragement side by side with an addictive quality to curl around the carrun.

“There you are my sweet little drake.” She trilled out breathlessly, flexing her talons down against the soft earth. His only reply was a wet growling snort before he shook his head back and forth as if in warning. “I was wondering where you were. You must have traveled so long, such a needy savage creature you are, hmm? You’ve claimed your dragoness, now show me what you hunted for, little drake.” She breathed the next words in a soft trill of desire. “Show me how you would control your prey.”

He repeated the rumbling growl before throwing his weight to one side, using his jaws and body to try and flip her over. She could have struggled, but half the thrill was being caught. With a shiver she helped him in his efforts, complying with his eager tugging until she rolled over beneath his weight. The moment she did she was rewarded with as close to a croon as her drake could manage. He straddled above her before releasing her neck and pushing his paw down against her chest to hold her in place.

“That’s right, good boy.” Mesizmer breathed, staring up at the bronze male, the broad muzzled head angled down with a blaze of interest in his amber eyes.

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He went straight for the kill as he pressed his muzzle between her thighs until she spread them around his broad head. The carrun indulgently rubbed his muzzle along her inner thigh scales before flicking out his tongue to taste the scent of her on her inner thigh. His claws scraped across her chest scutes with a drag that strained to keep her held down.

She didn’t fight him, no, she relished the way his little form fought so savagely to keep her in her place, and she let out a little submissive coo to him, urging, begging him to continue on with that same sweet magical tone. To take her as she knew he would. He obliged her immediately with a low croon of desire, dragging his rough feline tongue across her pebbled scales and stealing away with the remnants of her lost essence. Just that sensation sent her lips quivering in anticipation as he eagerly lapped at her but too slow for her liking.

His tongue rasped and toyed, finding the smallest scales with a searing rush of his breath that left her body flushing hot with desire. His jaws spread wide open to flick out his tongue, dragging along the inner thigh and then up along her stomach. His paw clutched against the curve of her chest, holding tightly. His tongue bristled across everywhere but her nether lips as if he was teasing her with the oral appendage violating her without the pleasure she deserved from him. How long would he make her wait as he teased her?

The carrun shifted so that his amber eyes looked at her, fixing her with an intelligent look before his tongue darted out. It wasn’t much of a touch, just a butterfly dart that dragged across the supple pink folds and spread them open. The moment he did so she bowed her back and her world became the wild beating of her heart, the way the blood was pounding in her ears. More, she wanted more!

“Yes, please…please, that’s right, my sweet little drake.” The dragoness gasped out, her paws flexing down wildly against the ground as his tongue nearly stroked her again. “Please, show me, claim me with that tongue. Worship me.”

Her hind legs went rigid clamping down around his head as his tongue washed over her folds digging into her swollen lips. The mixture of harsh rasping from his tongue against the most tender part of her body drenched her in a hazed moment of mind numbing pleasure and sweet pain that blossomed through her shuddering body. The carrun reacted the moment she used her thighs to grip his head by twisting his head to one side and bit down on her inner thigh, his sharp teeth grated on the armored scales until they found the softer area of weakness near her inner thigh and he bit down hard. With a shake of his head he demanded that she relinquish all sense of control while he mated her.

She relented by parting her legs around his head to bare herself to his attention. The reward came when he released her thigh with a rumble chuff of approval as he sweetly lapped at the marred patch of her scales in a brief tender moment of apology before his attention fixated right where it had been before. His broad tongue laid claim to her pussy with an indulgent drag that seemed to sample her before pushing in deeper with a hot blast of searing breath. It took all of her will power to stop her legs from trapping his muzzle between them, instead she shoved her hips up into his muzzle urging him on with a guttural whine of pleasure. Mesizmer needed more. She writhed eagerly to try and urge his tongue in deeper as he found every place that sent jolts of pleasure through her, every spark of heat that pooled low in her hips.

Such a small muzzle planted between her legs that could drive her wild, sending her heartbeat racing and her head tipped back against the ground. Every panting breath turned into low noises as her hips twitched, fighting beneath the press of the paw. The slow swirling drags curled up until she knew she was slick and dripping. The drake chased it all greedily, shoulders bunched up along his powerful feline-like body.

He growled into her mound, sending vibrations racing through her while deep molten goldeyes peered up at her while he made a sloppy mess of her folds. His tongue schloped between her lips, caressing just inside her tender depths deep enough to make her squeal as he grew more frantic. There was less thought, more desire while his paws shoved forward harder against her. The clawed press of his paw dug down, bruising her scales. Wet hot slickness coated his muzzle until she realized that the length of his cock was pushing outwards. The sharp, metallic musk of the drake filled the air, every breath surrounded with the virile heat.

The dragoness closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she drew on the coil of magic that was always inside of her. She called it, letting the magic flood her senses while she felt for his mind allowing her mind’s eye to travel through and across his body. She felt his arousal and burning need, his desire for her. It only took half a thought to draw out the magic she needed. She drew out sensations made of magic, allowing it to flow over the drake until she could truly feel his arousal, the weight of it and swell of his cock. The way that he was tensed up with the need to claim her.

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The drake fought to keep his grip on his dragoness as she writhed against him bucking her hips as if trying to escape his grasp, but he used every bit of his thickly muscled strength to hold the dragoness right where he wanted her as he savored her heat scent. She was warm and intoxicating on his tongue as he pushed forward, ravenous for the opportunity to prepare her to be bred. He savored the soft flush of the folds as they grew swollen and tender. A siren’s call, honeyed sweetness that sang to his instincts, sending him into a needy state that beckoned for him to worship her. The nectar on his tongue curled up inside of her caressing those velveteen walls pulling at them with his powerful oral appendage to leave her shuddering with every reaching drag.

And then he felt it. There was a startled shock of sensation along his swelling cock that made him freeze his tongue with a guttural moan. His nostrils flared wider, flushing hot and wild over her mound while his hips twitched forward. The thick ridges of his knotted cock began to swell wider, feeling an unseen touch that had his hips twitching in place. His hips drove forward again, a thrust that rocked forward into nothing. Syrupy dribbles of precum oozed down messily, splattering against the ground. His stomach twitched again while the heavy inches drooped down and he could feel the internal muscles flexing down involuntarily as his cock quivered. The need began to build faster, roiling through the surface.

“Come here, little drake, I’m right here.” The dragoness trilled out in a voice that sang sweetly through him.

He knew what he wanted, what he needed. To claim her, to fill her stomach until it was bulging with his clutch. The thought made his tail lash back and forth as he rolled forward at the feel of an unseen tongue sliding over him. His cock twitched up again while he plunged his tongue so far into her that her folds were split wide. He felt her writhing and twisting until he pressed both paws down against her to hold her still. He let out a guttural rumble of warning that began deep in his throat and then vibrated deeper into her body.

The carrun shifted his weight backwards, letting his rasping tongue pull free with a pant, his hips rolling forward while magic danced down the length of his body. It crackled and teased, sliding down the length of his cock while he pressed his muzzle forward.

“Such a good drake.” The voice trilled out sweetly, turning into a gasp as the hips jerked up higher in the air. He bunched his haunches up as the female tried to twist and curl beneath him.

The sight of her moving, struggling, sent an instinctive jolt through him before he reached out and nipped her haunch again hard. His teeth skidded along the hard scales, dragging downwards with a hot breath that blazed against her body. Each breath turned faster, heavier, the need began to grow to the point that all he knew was the desire to dominate and claim. His cock twitched hotly beneath him, spilling out a syrupy strand of precum down towards the ground as he dragged his tongue back with a sudden pull.

The taste of her clung to his scaled lips, invading his senses until every breath screamed that there was a fertile female beneath him ready to take his eggs. His tail twitched heavily as he hooked a paw against her waist and gave a pull. The movement dragged her back as he hunched forward above her larger form, forcing her hind legs to spread open around him. Her eyes flashed up.

“That’s right, finally.” She breathed out as his scaled body pressed down above her, the blocky weight of him pressing her down ruthlessly against the ground.

She was larger than he was, but he adjusted his haunches while he grasped against her hips with his blunt claws and hunched over her body. His cock was dragging backwards with a little draw that left a messy trail of precum behind while his tail twitched up higher in the air. The movement adjusted his cock while he drew back to brush against the line of her stomach and felt the heat radiating off of her.

There was a short trill before the dragoness gave a little movement as if she were going to try and dart free. His body bucked upwards before he darted his head forward to capture her throat in his jaws. The sudden squeeze dug down with a pull, catching her throat as she let out a hissing sound before he clamped down harder. It wasn’t enough to break skin, but he gripped her neck hard enough to warn her with a low growl as he shifted on his hind legs, rocking back and forth. The slow movements dragged his cock down to brush against her vulnerable folds while he felt another throb of need blaze through him.

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Mesizmer did her best to act like she was struggling while the carrun kept her pinned in place with his lighter weight. The teeth dug down against his throat while he felt the line of the cock pushing up against her mound with a grind that sent a shiver tracing down her spine. She was hot and swollen feeling, her walls contracting down with another flex and then another, grasping around nothing while the drake didn’t try to lay claim to her. The frustration began to coil low in her belly as every time the hips jerked forward, he missed the mark.

She was hot and slick, her passage swollen feeling as the tip dragged backwards and briefly kissed against the softness of her mound. She tried to jerk up only to have the drake shove her head right back down again. The sudden force made her breath come out in a wheeze before the tip finally, probed against her opening with a roll that made her breath catch. Her hind paws flexed, toes curling open wide before the drake flexed his teeth down a little more forcefully as if he could use his smaller body to pin her.

The next roll of the hips started to plunge into her with a series of movements that made her entire body tense up as the slick weight split her open. The walls stretched wider and wider, swallowing around the broad tip while the precum started to spill outwards in a messy smear that rubbed her sensitive, swollen passage. She let herself go, tipping her head back further with snarling pleasure as the next contraction squeezed around him. She could feel the weight of him, the twitching movements stimulated her while her forepaws moved to press against the scaled shoulders.

He was thick and heavy, perfect for stretching her out as his hips gave another thrust forward, the thickness spreading her open further and further. She felt the glide of the fleshy barbs that ran through her inner passage before the swell of the knot at the base shoved up against her with a little rock forward. Her entire body began to tense up, feeling the sudden stretch that shoved up against her mound, but that wasn’t what she was prepared for. The jaws flexed down against her throat, his breath hot and heavy before he bore down against her, lifting up a hind paw to press down with a forceful shove to keep her pinned in place.

The next thrust jammed up hard against the soft pucker of her cervix, grinding against it until she whined out and writhed, twisting beneath the smaller weight of the drake that barely drew back before the next thrust plunged forward. Her sleek hot passage was stretched taut around him, swallowing down the length with suckling pulls as her body reacted. She grew hotter, slicker, the juices obscenely squelched out around the base of the cock as the scent of drake filled the world.

It was thick and spiced, making her body react as her stomach muscles contracted down again with a squeeze. Empty, she was so empty. She felt it low in her belly even with the cock that began to drive into her with feral eagerness. The paws scrabbled against her hips, hooking down and pulling her back as he released the throat with a panting whine of pleasure. Every roll of the hips dragged the barbed tip through her, stimulating and rubbing as the tip kept driving up against her cervix. The apex of each thrust made her body tense up, spasming in place as he dug against her with increasingly eager plunges.

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The carrun basked in the pressure and heat wrapped around his cock as he drove into her with snapping thrusts of his hips. The plunges forward grew by the moment, splitting and spreading her walls open wide as he growled outwards. The scent of her was intoxicating, so sweet that it was rolling over his tongue while he parted his jaws to let himself gasp down each taste. Pheromones ran through his mind, blazing and bright, driving him on with a bestial desire that raced down his spine.

He felt the fleshy barbs at the tip dragging through her as he tried to stimulate her, rolling backwards and seeking the spot in a female carrun that would ready her for eggs. There was no specialized anatomy for that, but she was letting out noises each time he sped up and he hunched his back. He dropped his tail down, the spade-shaped tip swept through dirt and soil while he let himself go. Every movement was growing more desperate, blazing with white-hot desire that refused to be silent.

The silken walls clutched around him, swallowing around his base as he felt his tip driving up against her cervix over and over. Each time he pushed against the opening, spreading it and allowing him to feel the way the walls were swallowing down along the tip. The steady strain was deliciously perfect as his body shuddered, moving his hind legs open wider to put more force into his thrusts while his neck muscles tensed up to hold her down.

The talons that moved against her hips angled her, shifting her as she gave another writhe in place, twisting back and forth. He shoved her harder in place, letting out a hot blast of air against her throat before he rasped his tongue along her. The dragging pull raked along her scales, dragging against them the wrong way as she let out a shrill cry before he began to hit her cervix harder. That sweet opening that twitched and spasmed down, trying to protest the constant pressure that he was building.

The thick oozing spills of precum were working against her, preparing her body and slicking her up further as he bared his fangs down at her. Her eyes were wide and wild before he moved his paw up to press against her chest to hold her in place beneath him. The desire to breed consumed him, a molten heat that pooled low in his stomach as his body prepared to claim her. The twitch of the internal egg chamber contracting down with each new thrust, achingly full feeling as the internal muscles were flexing down and squeezing around the orbs within him while his knot began to grow thicker.

Tie her. Fuck her. Breed her. The instincts sang through him in a perfect note where there was no other room except to move harder, deeper, to claim her.

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Mesizmer let out a sound between pain and pleasure as the tip battered at her narrow opening. The soft spongy barrier was constantly being tapped and rubbed, pushing forward with a force that dug against her as her inner walls contracted down with a cramp. The rippling muscles were starting to swallow the length in deeper all the way down to the base as he began to spread the walls open wider. The fleshy barbs raked her, hardening further as his entire cock was swelling within her passage, pushing out the wetness until the magic crackled over her skin, her mind.

She flung it out, wrapping around the carrun’s thoughts until she suddenly felt the sudden press of desire, the instinctual need to breed that was pressing into her own mind. She let out a choked groan, writhing her head back with her jaw gaped open wide as she gulped down breath after heavy breath. She let herself bask in it, pushing her own thoughts deeper into his mind, wrapping around them as the whirling need began to blend with her own.

She was his. She felt it in her bones as the drake began to drive his knot into her as it began to swell wider. The movements were building sharper, deeper, pushing hard against her cervix as it began to relax in response to the spill of the precum. She felt the faint ache in her lower belly, but it was overwhelmed with the constant stimulation of his cock. She felt how much he desired her, the laser-focused need that soon had the knot pushing into her pussy, stretching and straining the folds achingly wide.

She felt the pressure building as she writhed again, but the drake snarled down at her with a sound that cracked free. The heat of it poured over her as the knot pulled free with a lewd wet noise before pushing home again, her walls forming an obscene O to stretch around him as he shoved her down. The sharp musk filled her nostrils, dominant and dizzying while her head was pushed down and his jaws closed down over her throat. It didn’t matter that she was bigger, didn’t matter that she should have been able to struggle free, in that moment she belonged to him.

The lines between them blurred. Mesizmer felt her own heat wrapped around him, the incredible pressure as her walls clenched down, the desire to tie and knot her. To feel the way that she would swell with the eggs he was already maneuvering inside of his body, pressure building in his loins. In her loins. She let out a noise like a whine, panting out while her hips twitched in response as if she were the one thrusting deep inside of a ripe cunt.

All teasing, all sweet words, they were rolled under the waves of lust that poured over her body, stretching her cunny wide as the knot finally shoved home. It was hot and heavy, swelling and engorging her passage so that the tip pushed its way through her aching cervix, peeling it open to plunge into her egg-chamber as if he had always meant to be there. The dragoness’ cry was shrill and high pitched, shrieking free as his tip flared open inside of her cervix, locking in place while his cock began to twitch.

She felt the weight of the belly pressing against her own, holding her in place as the first hot eruption of cum began to spill out of him. Ropes of it, thick and heavy, flushing out into her to flood the depths of her egg chamber while the knot kept pulsing. It pushed her over the edge, tumbled her over into white-hot waves of pleasure. Her passage clutched and squeezed, she felt herself suckling around the cock, milking greedily as each new flood poured deeper inside of her as the carrun ground his hips pointedly against her. A silent dominance display that she belonged beneath him.

The drake’s mind was growing stronger, she felt the surge of relief as his muscles flexed with a baritone rumble that turned into a hiss as his knot began to grow heavier. The slow, and steady, stretch opened her folds wider with a sudden aching strain that had her casting her head back. His teeth dug down hard enough to dent her throat scales, nearly breaking through as something forced the knot to swell wider. Her walls contracted down as her sleek cunny lips were stretched wide, pushing forward to bully the swell deeper through her body.

The slow strain was like a knot gliding through her. Every nerve was afire, feeling the bulge and strain until the noises that broke free were whines that were dragged from low in her throat. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, shared with the sensation of the drake experiencing the pressure of the inferno of her walls working around him. The need to fill her seemed to dominate all his thoughts, working through her own, leaving her feeling a stuttered confusion on who was who, who was being filled and who was filling.

The heat of the cum inside of her made her feel almost too full, but the orb that pushed in overrode all of that as it slid up to nudge against her forcibly spread cervix. Her body wasn’t designed to have something push into her that way. It sent a wave of panic through her as the rubbery muscles began to stretch wider, splitting her apart at just the right angle that she was left breathless and shuddering.

The world became pressure and strain as muscles spread wider, protesting with rippling contractions across her stomach while the carrun ruthlessly claimed her body as his own. The sudden pressure spiked as her cervix blossomed wide to swallow around it and the drake snarled out. The hot breath turned ragged while his hips began to rock, dragging against his knot as if he could thrust the egg into her chamber if he just worked hard enough. The pulls stimulated her, making her muscles contract down instinctively to milk around him, but it wasn’t his seed that was pushing inside of her.

Mesizmer felt the drake’s surge of victory a heartbeat before the egg passed through the narrow channel of her cervix. The pressure blossomed as the weight drove into her, gliding into an egg chamber already thick with virile seed. The weight of it sent a small contraction through her body that caused her toes to curl before she whined out. The next rolling thrust pushed forward to press the egg deeper inside of her, making her feel the way it moved with a short hiss and the drake released her neck.

She felt the burning flare of pride that came with the act, even when she could feel the swell of the base starting to engorge again with another egg. He didn’t have to pin her or hold her, his knot was doing that for him as his weight remained draped against her larger body. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and she–well, she couldn’t deny she was right where she wanted to be as her body relaxed into the sensation of being well and truly filled.

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The carrun dragged his cock free with an obscene noise nearly an hour later, hissing at the sensitive flesh that had been stretched to allow the eggs to fill the dragoness. The messy trail of fluids clung in strands from his tip right down to her gaping folds while she dropped to her side with a groan. Her stomach was bulging with the eggs pressed into them, settling inside of her with the hopes of sparking life.

“Such a sweet little drake.” She rumbled in a voice that was slurring with the edge of exhaustion before he nuzzled down the length of her inner thighs.

He puffed out a hot breath against her folds, then another, before running his tongue out against the swollen mound with a dragging stroke that made her whine out. He didn’t stop; he began to lick with powerful drags of his tongue designed to make the muscles tighten again so that she’d hold the eggs inside of her. Stroke after stroke, growing by the moment as she rolled onto her stomach and pushed her hips into the air.

“That’s right, just look at you, so… mmf…eager.” She crooned the words and he curled his tail with pleasure.

There was a rightness near, the stalking and chase, the claiming and breeding. It was as old as the stars, a pattern countless drakes had enacted over millennia, and now he sealed it with drags of his tongue as he dipped into her. He allowed every stroke to linger, tasting his own coppery musk and her slick dragging over his tongue and scaling.

Beneath the sapphire bright sky and the whisper of the wind through the trees, he sealed his claim on her with every new cry. They’d eat later, sleep in the sun, and then he would lay claim to her again, bathe her in his scent, take it onto himself. She was his and always would be. A bond that could never be broken.