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Lightning cracked overhead like a vengeful god as Oswin trudged through the relentless rain and darkness. Each step felt heavy, burdened by the weight of the storm and his own impatience. Raindrops hammered against his scales and wings.

In the dead of night, with only the occasional flash of lightning to illuminate his path, Oswin's thoughts churned. He cursed his luck for being on the wrong side of his territory when the storm hit. He had initially tried to shelter under the canopy of an old oak tree, but the relentless rain had soaked through the branches and forest floor, forcing him to abandon his impromptu refuge and brave the elements towards the comfort of his cave.

"King of the skies... now reduced to this! Walking on the ground like a lost deer," he grumbled to himself, the bitterness in his voice echoing in the empty night. It was rare for the drake to walk for this long; flying with his strong wings was by far his preferred way to travel his domain, but the storm raging above made it a perilous prospect. He glanced upwards to assess whether he could risk attempting flight again, but a harsh crack of thunder silenced that thought quickly.

He snarled as a large branch in the treetops gave out and released a deluge of icy cold rainwater which landed on him squarely, between the horns. “For fuck's sake," he growled, his voice drowned out by another deep rumble of thunder that made his chest shudder. Shaking his head to clear his eyes, he continued to march onwards, promising himself that every step forward brought him closer towards a nice warm bed of furs and a dry cave. “A dry, lonely cave," he muttered. The drake had co-owned the territory with his friend Mazi but, after recent events, his friend had moved into a rival dragon's territory, leaving Oswin the proud owner of the land. The red drake was grateful when he saw the familiar rocky hill come into view. While normally he could reach his cave with nothing more than a few wing beats, he had no choice but to scale the shale-like, rocky hill in this weather.

A loud crash from behind startled Oswin and caused the red dragon to quickly whip around with wings mantled and sharp fangs bared. A dark mass was racing through the forest towards him, branches crashing in its path and as the lightning illuminating its dozens of sharp horns for a brief moment, it lunged towards him with wild eyes and a slender snout. Adrenaline pumped through Oswin's veins and, before he had fully identified the threat, he had leapt to the side to narrowly avoid his attacker.

With a deep grunt and a blur of dark wet fur, the creature bounded past him on cloven hooves. Upon seeing that it was leaving the safety of the forest, it skidded to a halt and sniffed the air as it tried to decide whether to return to the forest or risk progressing into the unknown. Another flash of lightning illuminated the ground and revealed its true nature to the red dragon who snarled again, this time at himself for backing away from such a pathetic cresture. The stag's eyes widened as it saw the fierce red dragon only a few feet away and turned to bolt back towards the forest.

Before its hind legs had even fully extended, Oswin had launched himself at the deer. With the razor-sharp talons of his forepaws extended and mouth open to reveal his sharp ivory fangs, he collided with the deer mid-bound. His claws sank into the soft flesh like a knife through butter and, as he pushed the deer off balance, his jaws latched onto the underside of the stag's throat. A strangled bleat was the last sound the creature made, before its neck was jerked to an unnatural angle and its body went limp.

Crashing to the ground with his prey in maw, the coppery taste of blood made Oswin's lips curl into a satisfied smile. Despite his initial frustration with himself for cowering from the startled deer, he now felt a proud sense of satisfaction knowing that he was still the most fierce predator in his territory. Lightning cracked above while he rose to his feet with the deer hanging from his mouth. With its head dangling limply and its short-furred body dragging on the ground, it's heavy weight slowed him further and he growled in frustration knowing that his walk in the rain would be even slower. The shale-like rocks were slippery under his paws and he had to flick his wings out to balance himself often. Step by step, he made his way towards his cave. A giddy excitement filled him as he came closer; the prospect of a dry, warm cave and a full belly enticed him to hurry.

Between the seasonal storms that came through his valley this time of year and the intensity of the heavy rain that now beat against his wings, he knew that the storm would continue through the night and into the morning. The idea of sleeping in without the need to hunt made him quicken his step and, before long, he reached the stone ledge jutting out from the side of his cave. Curling his neck into a tight S to keep the deer's weight above his shoulders, his teeth sank deeper into the deer's neck as he prepared to leap. With the help of a small flap, he performed a heavy jump onto the ledge and dropped the carcass at the entrance.

Pausing to catch his breath, his nostrils flared at the scent of deer and something else in the humid, wet air. Turning his head to look into his cave, he mantled his wings and held his ground as the scent of another dragon drifted from the entrance. He waited, with wings out to make him look bigger, and tried to focus on the dark cave until a bright flash of lightning arced across the night sky and illuminated the form of a dragon inside, waiting for him while lying down in his cave.

Rage built up in the drake's chest. This was his territory, his cave and his land. Who was this dragon who dared challenge him? He contemplated a roar to deafen and startle his would-be assailant, but resisted as the element of surprise would surely be lost. His legs burned from the long march across his territory and the cold rain's chilling touch seeped past his scales and into his core while he waited outside for the dragon to make its move.

A second flash illuminated the land in a blinding white light, but this time Oswin knew what he was looking at and saw the dragon's neck angled so its head was under its wing and tail curled around them as if to keep warm and sleep. He inhaled again to try and learn more about his visitor by their scent before deciding on his next move. Often a dragon would claim a territory by issuing a challenge and fighting the existing owner until one was bested. The submission of one party was critical to ensure that the loser wouldn't retaliate. So to claim another dragon's cave and then leave themselves so exposed and vulnerable meant that they were clearly not experienced in the ways of claiming territories, or they were cocky and arrogant. His eyes narrowed at the thought of the latter, could this be a ruse? His mind raced at the possibilities of this being one half of a mated pair, laying as bait for their partner to fly down after Oswin entered and him between them. Another crack of lightning arced the sky and he shook his head at the thought, there was no way a dragon would choose to fly in this weather, but scanned the landscape to be sure.

Once he was sure that there was no one waiting in the sky above, he focused on his intruder and inhaled in rapid sniffs to try and capture their scent and learn more, but the rain dampened most clues as it captured the scents and pulled them out of the air and he knew he would have to get closer to find answers.

Glancing down at his deer, he left it outside and slowly padded towards his cave's entrance, taking care to avoid puddles and keep his tail from dragging on the ground. His wings stayed mantled and he kept his body low, ready to pounce in case this was a ruse and he had to defend himself. As his head breached the threshold of the cave entrance, he looked at the sleeping dragon with predatory intent. Without the rain, He could smell that she was female, but also that she didn't carry the scents of his land. Like most of the terrain around his territory, cedar trees were common but she had a distinct smell of pine needles and sand. A little larger than him, she didn't have the body of a fighter. While his body was honed by corded muscles that tensed under his scaled hide, she appeared to be a lot more curvaceous and plump. His eyes wandered over the outline of her curved rump, thick tail and swept-back horns. Even in the dim light, he could tell that he would probably overpower her with ease, if it came to a fight. He might take a few scratches in the process, but they would be trophies he would wear with pride.

He inhaled her scent again and frowned. Faint, lingering scents of other males hung in the air and his imagination began to formulate a reason as to why she was in his territory. Likely avoiding a suitor or having reached an age where her dam would see her as a threat; it wasn't uncommon for a dragon her age to take to the skies in hope of a safer territory. He doubted that she was run out of her own territory, since a male dragon wouldn't let a prize like a dragoness leave their domain once he had bested them in a fight. Such was the way of dragons: territory was everything and a 'ness would rarely hold a territory without constantly battling males wanting to claim her and her land.

He kept his talons retracted, to avoid letting them click against the slate floor, and carefully prowled around his intruder. One of her wings was draped wide across her head, tail and side, causing the thin membranes to be pulled across her body and as he watched, Oswin could see her sides slowly rising and falling. Curiously, despite the dragon's clear disregard for his scent and his claim on the territory, she had chosen to sleep on the cold ground rather than taking one of his furs from the nest he had made at the back of his cave. Carefully, and ever so slowly, Oswin lifted what appeared to be a discarded pelt off a patch of bioluminescent moss that he had stolen from another cave.

As a dim amber light from the moss faintly illuminated his lair and his eyes adjusted to their dim glow. A mixture of emotions boiled inside Oswin's mind, anger at a dragon so rudely intruding in his lair, but also a primal stirrings deep inside him as he began to think of ways to punish the intruder. He stood over the intruder and looked over her body. She had to be about his age, in her prime and blissfully ignorant of his presence. He knew he could wake her in any way he chose. His claws slowly extended, still bloodied by the deer. They would still be able to latch onto her hips as he pulled her sleeping body under him. She would panic, of course, but that would likely only bring her hips up into his groin. He pictured how their short fight would go as he circled her. 'It would be easy,' he thought to himself. Just a pounce, let her body react in panic, control her squirming with a sharp bite to her neck and then she would be his to enjoy. After all, she had chosen to invade his territory. What sort of dragon would he be to let that sort of challenge go unchecked?

Lightning flashed outside, illuminating his blood-soaked maw and hungry eyes as he studied her sleeping form. Her scales, like his, were a shade of red, but unlike the rich vibrant hues of his own, she was more akin to the red color of a peach. Slightly less saturated crimson scales covered her body, except for her pale underbelly and the black markings that ran down her spine, transitioning halfway down her tail to completely cover the appendage. Her wing membranes were a delicate cream color, like parchment left out in the sun. He also noticed that she had a collection of matching frills lining the sides of her tail. A curious feature, but nothing that would stop his bulk from pushing her tail aside when he mounted her. His gaze lingered on her hips, smooth and round, yet as he looked closer, he saw she was covered in claw marks. It became clear to Oswin that this dragoness was by no means ignorant in the ways of mating and had been taken by drake's that clearly had little respect for her body. A pang of guilt mixed with anger washed over him for how he had thought to use her others clearly had.

He took a step backward and shook his head to clear the lustful thoughts. Memories of how he had been used by others haunted him and he quickly shied away, back towards the entrance of his cave. As easy as it would be to wake her rudely, to assert his dominance in the most brutish of manners, he knew it was a line he shouldn't cross. Respect for her as a fellow being outweighed his basest instincts and he refused to succumb to the darkness that whispered within him.

As Oswin settled into a watchful vigil just inside the cave entrance, his mind buzzed with thoughts and uncertainties. The sleeping dragoness remained undisturbed on the ground, a choice that still intrigued him. Perhaps she didn't see the need to claim his furs for her own comfort, or perhaps she was not seeking to take his territory at all. Either way, the dragoness was resting and he would ensure to be awake himself when she rose.

With the storm raging on, Oswin turned his attention to the deer carcass outside, hunger gnawed at him, urging him to indulge in the kill he had made. With a small huff, he sighed and dragged the wet deer just inside his cave and began to feast. Over the last few seasons, the number of large stags in his land had deminished and he wondered if it had wandered from one of his rivals' territories, just like the dragoness that rested near him.

His sharp teeth tore at the deer's flesh, but he tried to keep his grunts of satisfaction to a minimum to avoid waking the dragoness. Once satisfied, he looked down at the bloody haunch that remained and glanced towards the sleeping visitor. After he licked his lips to clean his snout, Oswin proceeded to inspect his paws and ran his tongue between the pads and talons to make sure they were free of gore too. He rose up onto his four legs and lifted the remains of his kill with his jaws. The red drake approached the sleeping dragoness cautiously before depositing the meal beside her head and nudging it under her outstretched wing. He then trotted back to the entrance of the cave.

He waited with his gaze fixed on the rise and fall of her side, the slow rhythmic breathing was almost hypnotic and he began to wonder if she was dreaming. Oswin's tail twitched as he saw her breathing pause for a moment and then her wing twitched as her sleepy mind processed the scents of a fresh kill. He moved to the wall of his cave and curled his tail around his paws while keeping his wings close to his body, so as to appear as non-threatening as possible. With the exit unobstructed, he hoped she wouldn't feel trapped, but also made sure he was able to defend himself if necessary, for a waking dragon could be unpredictable.

He saw her breath hitch and watched as her extended wing began to slowly retract. Tilting his head, he smiled cheerfully as her membrane folded to expose her snout and face. "Hello," he said, trying to stop his smile from wavering as she stared at him one eye without moving her head from the slate cave floor. "Are you hungry?" he asked, as an awkward silence hung in the air.

She stared intently at him, her stern amber gaze flicking from his face to his paws and muscular limbs, assessing his size and intentions. He was clearly in better shape than she was—athletic and strong, the red drake's hide had few blemishes—and began comparing him to other dragons she knew to determine how she would take in a fight. It didn't take her long to realise that if it came to it, she would be on the back foot if he turned violent. He had a few scars of his own, enough that she could tell he knew how to defend himself, but few enough that it looked like he had never lost a fight. Her jaw clenched as she slowly lifted her head from the floor to look at him. As she turned her head to face him square on, she saw him briefly recoil, a reaction she had grown used to when meeting a new dragon.

Oswin swallowed and tried not to stare. He knew that holding eye contact was a sign of strength and courage; however, he wasn't sure exactly where to look as she stared at him with one amber eye. Her other eye socket held a ghostly gray orb, complete with a deep scar that ran from the top of her left eye ridge down her cheek.

"Um, I'm Oswin," he said, forcing his gaze to her one good eye. "Are you warm enough?" he added, trying to diffuse the tension.

"I'll leave," she said flatly, her voice layered with frustration and a hint of sadness. She glanced at the meaty haunch and then back to Oswin before rising to her feet, only for the red drake to do the same.

"What? No. I didn't mean it like that," Oswin backpedaled quickly, he could tell by the way she held herself that she had no ill intent for him. "I mean, are you warm enough? Do you need some furs?" he added but saw her shake her head and begin to walk towards him and the exit of his cave. 'Well done, Oswin. A 'ness comes to your cave and you go and scare her off,' he berated himself mentally.

Lightning cracked outside, followed by a deep, rumbling roar of thunder. The dragoness paused mid-stride and tilted her head to look at the drake with a cautious eye. "Why would you give me your furs?" she asked and looked the drake up and down. "You expect something in exchange, don't you?"

Oswin's eyes widened when he saw her gaze linger on his groin and he quickly shook his head from side to side. "What? No? I mean..." he paused but instantly regretted it as she huffed and continued to walk towards the cave exit. "No! I mean, it's cold and wet and I have plenty of furs. I can share them," he said and moved deeper into the cave to where his nest was. He pulled one off of his nest and lay it next to the lump of meat he had offered her. When he looked up, he could see her standing at the edge of the cave exit, the pouring rain outside creating a misty veil between the warmth of the cave and the cold night outside. He straightened the fur with a paw as she looked back at him. With her now blocking the exit, he was in a more vulnerable position and prayed that their meeting wouldn't come to blows.

Her eye ridges narrowed as she watched the drake pat the furs with a paw to invite her over and then take a few steps back to lie down on his nest. She was used to drakes offering to share their nests with her, but it often ended with her either licking her wounds or fluids from her body, so she tried to read his body language for any sign of a ruse. His nest was slightly elevated to where he had placed the bed for her, which would allow him to pounce on her once she had laid down, but the drake just smiled sweetly at her before laying down on his bed himself and rolling onto his side.

Seeing her hesitate at the cave entrance, he tried to appear smaller in his nest and curled his tail around himself. “I won't stop you from leaving, but the storms won't let up anytime soon," Oswin said, nodding towards the food he had brought her, “You are more than welcome to stay."

“And what do you want from me in return?" she asked, looking back at the drake.

Oswin tilted his head and tried to think of the correct answer, she was clearly skeptical of him and a quick 'Nothing' would only add fuel to her doubts, so he shrugged. “If you want to stay, then I wouldn't ask anything of a beautiful 'ness like you. But I would rather you stayed comfortable and warm, than see you disappear into the storm," he said, kneading his pile of furs with his paws. When he heard her scoff but not leave, he smiled. “Especially without even knowing your name."

The dragoness' lip twitched in amusement at the drake's words while she looked out of the cave at the bleak, rainy landscape. The last time she had been called beautiful was long before she lost half her vision and only by an untested drake that held her firmly in his clutches while he pumped his first load of seed into her. “I'm not beautiful," she said under her breath, her voice stolen by the sound of the storm outside. She could feel the cold night air sap her body heat away and her talons chipped the slate floor under her as she thought about braving the frigid rain. She turned her head to look back at the drake and saw him watching her from his comfortable nest, his eyes flicking from her to the meal and bed he had made for her. “Fine," she said with an exhale. When she had landed in this cave and smelt his scent, she had been aware of the possibility of having to lift her tail for the owner but at least this drake hadn't pinned her down in her sleep, and for that she was thankful. However, his kindness did little to ease her paranoid thoughts as she began to think what his angle might be.

Oswin smiled as she turned and padded back towards him. Her expression was cautious and almost timid as she lay down on the far edge of the furs he had set out for her and pulled the last of the deer close to her with a paw. Her eye never left him as she lowered her snout and took a tentative bite, only to moan softly and begin eating ravenously when he didn't make a move. “Good? I was tracking it in the storm all day," he lied and relaxed his posture further. With her claws latched onto the meaty haunch, he felt safer knowing it would be harder for her to make a move for his territory.

“It's good," she said between mouthfuls, ripping another length of meat from the bone. “Rachissa," she said with an extended hiss before swallowing. “My name is Rachissa," she clarified before crunching down on a femur bone, the crack of her fangs splitting it echoing across the cave.

Oswin bowed his head in greeting. “Oswin," he repeated. “It's nice to meet you. What brings you to my territory?" he asked and saw her pause mid-bite.

“Your territory?" she asked and saw him nod. “You mean your clan's?" she had assumed that he was part of a larger group of dragons and the concept of a singular dragon owning anything significant was quite baffling. When he shook his head, her eyeridges raised.

“Nope, just me," he said with a proud smile, although hesitated now that she knew he was alone in defending his territory. “I mean, Mazi and I kinda claimed it when we found it. But he has moved to be with his mate, he can be here to help me if needed," he added quickly.

“Mazi…" the dragoness said, rolling the name around in her mouth as if trying to discern what sort of dragon that would be. “Two males, sharing a territory? So you were his alpha?" she asked, frowning when Oswin snorted.

“I mean… yeah," he said, lifting his head proudly. “Yeah, I was—am, the alpha," he added, but could tell by the way the corners of her lips pulled back in a hint of a smile that she didn't truly believe him. “What about you? Where did you come from?" he asked, trying to change the subject away from himself and learn more about his guest.

“North," she said simply and swallowed the last of her meal. The new and satisfying feeling of a full belly made her relax further and she saw the drake looking at her for a more elaborate answer. “Past the mountains and the sands," she explained, averting her gaze from his look of surprise in order to clean her paws.

“You flew all that way?" Oswin remarked, seeing her nod. He knew the mountains she spoke of, but even when he had ridden the updrafts that swept up the rocky crags as high as he could, he could never see what was past the vast desert that stretched to the horizon. “You sure have a good set of wings on you," he exclaimed, watching her wings shuffle in a mixture of pride and apprehension, as if his compliment could mean something else.

“I wasn't expecting the storm," she said softly. “The desert was hot and once I got over the mountains, I thought the rain would be nice," she explained, looking out the cave entrance as a fork of lightning dramatically lit up the cave, “But this is downright miserable." The ground seemed to tremble as the following thunder reverberated through the cave. She realized she had stopped looking at the drake and whipped her head around, surprised to see him still lounging on his nest.

“Oh, storms are normal for this time of year," Oswin explained, trying to reassure the skittish dragoness. “It's only a month of rain and then it's great for the rest of the time," he added, trying not to sound defensive over his territory's weather, “It's kind of nice in a way; the surrounding dragons don't try to make claims around this time of year. No one likes to fight in the rain, that's why I was a bit surprised to see you here."

Rachissa's good eyelid twitched at the mention of other dragons, feeling a deep sense of hopelessness at the thought of others. “I was told there was nothing past the desert. Let alone other dragons," she said, adjusting her posture so her back wasn't exposed to the cave entrance, as if another dragon could storm in on them at any time.

Oswin shrugged his wings before folding them tight again. “Well, surprise!" he said with a smile but saw his merriment had no effect on her. “Were you going anywhere specific? Or looking to claim your own territory?" he asked, trying not to move as her gaze flicked to him, realizing too late that he was basically asking if she meant him harm.

Her tail twitched in frustration; she had hoped to find a land without dragons, even if it was just a small cave somewhere out of the way, and hide until working out what to do next.Knowing however, that she could stumble upon another, less accommodating dragon made her chest tighten. “I don't know where I was going," she said, not completely lying, “But I don't want to start any trouble."

Oswin nodded in understanding and breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, I think you got lucky. Any further west and you would have found Jodrik's territory, he is an old grumpy wyrm who is so paranoid that he thinks the birds are trying to kill him. To the south and east of here, there is Vala's vale. She is a total bitch and who knows what she would think if a 'ness came into her territory."

Taking a deep breath, Rachissa held it while contemplating her options and slowly exhaling in a quiet hiss. “Maybe leaving the den wasn't such a good idea," she muttered softly, but found her stomach turning at the thought of flying back across the desert and begging for forgiveness from her clan.

“What was it like where you came from?" Oswin asked while his eyes lingered on the countless scars across her flank. “I take it you were from a clan? Were you high up in the ranks?" he tilted his head, “Do they even have ranks?"

Rachissa snorted in amusement at his naivety and nodded. “Yes, they have ranks, or rather, an order," she explained, cleaning her claws while the red drake looked at her with his head slightly tilted as his mind raced with further questions. “And no, I was not high up," she added, remembering the vile names the drakes in her clan had given her.

Oswin looked her over before smiling. “Sounds like a pretty stupid clan then. A pretty 'ness like you should have been up there with the Queen… is Queen a rank?" he asked and saw her fidget with her claws.

“Now you are just mocking me," she muttered. Compared to his glossy scales, hers were a dirty, dull color with countless chips from years of neglect and abuse. Even as she thought back to her clanmates, only the alphas' scales would shine anywhere close to the vibrance of Oswin's. She felt strange that a drake of his caliber would talk to her so kindly. Glancing towards the bioluminescent moss that illuminated the cave in a dull glow, she shrugged. “You probably can't tell in this light; you wouldn't say that if you could see me properly," she looked down at the fur she lay on, which carried his scent due to being the top layer of his bed. She wondered if it was going to linger on her scales.

“Hang around until the storm clears then," Oswin said with a kind smile, but her cold expression made him chuckle nervously. “Want some dessert? I want some dessert," he noticed how her whole body tensed and her paws came closer to her body as if to get up at a moment's notice. “I think I've got some berries; they should probably be eaten before they go bad," he slowly lifted himself to his paws while watching her for any sudden moves.

“Berries…" Rachissa frowned, expecting the drake to demand something more carnal for dessert, but felt a pang of panic race through her heart as he quickly rise and she expected him to pounce. Her wings were tight against her sides as he casually hopped off of his nest and walked behind a stalactite at the back of his cave. She had noticed the small 'hoard' that the drake had as soon as she arrived at the cave but knew better than to touch another dragon's treasures. “Why do you have berries?" she asked flatly and was surprised when the drake padded back towards her with a wooden bowl full of plump red berries tucked against his chest.

“'Cause I like them," Oswin said, walking on three legs. “Don't you?" he placed the bowl within her reach and lay down on the cold floor. When she noticed he was in a less comfortable spot than her, she started to get up, only for him to hold up a paw. “Don't get up, it's okay. Here, eat." he tapped the edge of the bowl.

She eyed the drake skeptically with her good eye before looking down at the bowl. These berries were different from the ones that grew back home; they were red and looked absolutely juicy compared to the black, bitter, and shriveled ones she was familiar with. Picking the berries was one of the few duties she had been allowed to do outside the cave and she could almost smell the sickly bitter scent they gave off when crushed. The pulp and nectar were then left to ferment before being forced into the mouth of the alpha's newest addition to his harem. The concoction would often be used to make them more compliant and accepting of their new role in the clan. “Do I have to eat them?" she asked with a slight quiver in her voice.

“No," Oswin said, noticing the fear in her eyes, “Not if you don't want to." He raised a paw and jabbed a talon into the topmost berry. “They are really good, though." he bit into the soft flesh of the berry, and she watched him intently as juices dripped from his chin. He quickly licked his lips.

She watched him swallow and glanced back down at the berries. Doubt crept into her mind; she had never had a dragon be so generous to her before, let alone a drake. Her amber eye scanned the berries for any signs of markings that might indicate which ones were safe before shaking her head and resigning herself to watching him eat.

Oswin found her reluctance confusing but reached for another berry. Stabbing his talon into the next one, he lifted it up but felt the treat slip from his claws and bounce off the pile towards her. Her eyes snapped to it as it dropped onto the fur she was resting on and stopped rolling between her paws. “Sorry," he said before selecting another.

The dragoness angled her head to lower her snout to the berry while keeping her eye on the drake for any hidden movements. The scent of the berry was nothing like the bitter ones she knew and, even though she had a full belly, she found her mouth watering at the sweet scent. Her mind raced with the possibilities that this was a trap from the drake, but she rationalized that if he had elected to eat it, then it couldn't be too bad. She saw him watching her, but when her eye locked with his, he just gave a small, reassuring nod, as if she was asking for permission. When she licked the berry, she was surprised at how sweet and juicy it was. With a slight tartness to its flavor, she found it irresistible and, before she knew it, she had slid the berry into her maw with her tongue.

"Good?" Oswin asked with a smile as Rachissa's eyelids closed in a moment of bliss. "Told you they were good," he added as she swallowed. He caught her looking at the bowl with a longing gaze, but she hesitated and glanced at him before taking another. He gave her an encouraging nod, but when she still refused to take a berry, he reached and plucked another before nudging the bowl with a talon toward her. He mused that she must have been raised to take turns and began a small game where he would eat another berry once she had finished hers so she would keep eating.

While they ate, Oswin stole discreet glances at the many scars that pockmarked her scaled hide. Aside from the one across her eye and cheek, he noticed that one of the dark, ebony horns, which curved upwards from the back of her head, was different from the other. Like the side of an old fallen tree that the sun had dried, a split ran from the root of her horn all the way up to the tip, creating a rough point. Looking closer, he could see that part of the fragmented tip was missing altogether. He tore his eyes away from the wound and tried to focus on her throat and neck, only to discover multiple marks from drakes that had bitten her hard during rough matings. He had often fantasized about giving a 'ness a firm bite while he bred them, but looking at the aftermath etched into this dragoness, he began to doubt his desires.

"I told you I wasn't pretty," she stated bluntly, her firm words making the drake recoil and quickly snatch another berry from the bowl.

"What? Yeah, you are," Oswin said quickly, trying not to stare at her gray, lifeless eye. "You are the prettiest 'ness that has come into my cave," he said with as much charm as he could muster.

Rachissa snorted in amusement. "You mustn't have had many 'nesses then," she said before realizing she had just insulted her host. "I mean, I'm sure you have. But I doubt they were as scarred as me," she clarified and was relieved when he chuckled.

Oswin contemplated lying, saying that many 'nesses had graced his cave and insinuating that he had graced theirs, but when he opened his mouth to retort, he paused then chuckled. "No, you are right. On both counts. None have been as scarred as you, but there also haven't been a lot of them," he explained honestly. "But that's not to say that you aren't the prettiest out of all of them," he added quietly and took the second last berry from the bowl. "All yours," he added and nudged the bowl one last time.

She scanned his face for any signs that he was mocking her or in any way trying to deceive her. Many drakes that had been under her tail often used honeyed words to barter their goods for a good time, often promising an extra portion of their hunt if she praised them during the exchange. When she looked at Oswin, she didn't see the lust-hungry drakes of her clan; instead, she saw a strong male that looked at her with a mixed look of curiosity and admiration. "Thank you," she murmured and allowed herself a smile as she took the last berry.

"You're welcome," the red drake said warmly. "I was going to go out and get more tomorrow, if the storm eases," he said and chuckled as a blast of lightning illuminated the land outside, followed by a tremendous crash of thunder. "If it eases," he added meekly and was rewarded by a small smile from the dragoness. "You are welcome to pick some too; they grow down by the river bank, between my territory and Vala's," he clarified and saw her lip twitch at the mention of another dragon. "Although, the ones on my side are better," he added in a hushed, playful whisper, that made her smile again.

Her claws clicked together as she fidgeted with her paws. She wasn't sure if she could ever truly relax around a drake, but as another flash of lightning cracked outside, she was grateful for his hospitality. Thoughts of leaving the safety of his cave waned in her mind as she contemplated the alternatives. With his territory surrounded on three sides by other dragons, and the lifeless desert to the north, she started to contemplate staying. Glancing back at the drake with her one good eye, she mused that if he was a part of her clan, he would rank quite high up given his muscular body and handsome features. Although his kindness would be a weakness in the harsh pecking order of her old family.

"You mentioned a dragoness holds territory on two of your boundaries. Have you ever tried to seek her out?" she asked, hopeful for any clues on what sort of dragon Vala might be.

"In a way, yes," Oswin said after choosing his words carefully. "Let's just say, we don't see eye to eye."

"Why's that?"

"Well, for one thing, she is a lot bigger than me," Oswin said with a forced chuckle. Other than a hint of a smile, the dragoness seemed unimpressed by his dismissive tone, so he swallowed and told the truth. "She kinda enjoyed toying with me and Mazi-"

"Are you scared of her?" Rachissa asked and tilted her head in confusion. In her clan, the females would never dare rise against a male and the idea of this mysterious dragoness causing Oswin to pause made her curious.

"Did I mention she was bigger than me?" replied Oswin with a smirk. "Imagine three times my size, with a passion for messing with intruders' minds," he explained and shuffled his wings.

"Right… I understand," Rachissa murmured with a hint of sadness in her voice. She had seen her fair share of drakes challenge her clan's alpha and could remember the pained roars they had made when they had failed. Regardless of whether they came from within the clan or from outside, the failed usurpers often ended up becoming shame-riddled playthings for the lesser drakes to practice on. She shuddered at the thought of being captured by a dragoness and tried not to think about what twisted punishment she would think up. Between Vala and the paranoid dragon, Jodrik, to the west, she began to think she had somehow gotten lucky by landing in Oswin's territory. A thought surfaced in her mind, tempting her with the notion of whether it would really be so bad to maybe stay a few days. After all, Oswin seemed to be a fine drake who seemed genuinely interested in her. Clearing her throat, she curled her neck into a tight 'S' shape and looked at the drake. If he wasn't going to explain his motives, she figured she would risk waking him bluntly. "So, how do you want to do it? Do you want to mate me each night I stay in your territory? Or would you prefer to use my mouth instead?"

Oswin's jaw dropped open and his eyes went wide at the proposition, but he quickly stopped himself from nodding. “No?" he said, and saw her gaze narrow as best it could, when his voice rose in an uncertain inflection. “I mean, normally… a beautiful 'ness like you… in my cave." His words came out unfiltered and incoherent before he clamped his jaws shut and took a deep breath. “If you wanted to, then sure, maybe. But is that how things worked back in your clan?" he asked and saw her slowly nod. “Well, that's um…" For a moment, he contemplated lying to her and saying it was customary in his territory too, but he buried the idea and held her gaze. “That's not really how it's done here. Or at least, not in my territory," he explained and saw her frown in confusion. “You are welcome to stay here for as long as you like, but just… don't hunt all the deer." He added with a chuckle to try and ease her nerves. “Save some for me."

She allowed herself another smile and gently rocked from side to side while looking bashfully at the slate floor. “Thanks, Oswin. You're not a bad egg," she murmured before looking back at him with her head tilted down. Lightning flared outside and the immediate thunder made the dragoness twitch. “Are the storms always this dramatic?"

Oswin nodded sympathetically. “Yeah. Especially at night," he said and stretched out across the floor with a sticker yawn. “But like I said, no one makes moves on territories this time of the year, so it's a good time to just relax, rest and entertain ourselves," he explained with a warm smile.

Rachissa nodded in understanding, before looking over the handsome drake. “And what do you do for entertainment?" she asked to try and continue the conversation. With the drake awake and the storm intensifying, she doubted she could fall asleep again. Also, it was nice talking to the drake; he seemed quite genuine and it was a nice change from her clanmates.

Oswin's cheeks burned as he thought about his favorite way of entertaining himself and his paw curled involuntarily. “Oh, you know… stuff… clean the cave, rearrange furs, grooming myself… that sort of stuff."

With a nod, she looked over his glossy scales again. It seemed that this drake must have had a lot of time on his paws and had been dutifully cleaning himself regularly. Thoughts of her own inadequacy surfaced in her mind like bubbles from the depths of a lake and with a small huff she lowered her head down into the ground. “I was never good at licking my scales," she mused softly.

Looking over her body under the dim light of the cave, he noticed that one side of her body was less dusty than the other. His eyes narrowed in confusion before widening when he realized that she may have difficulties cleaning one side of her body due to her missing eye. “I see— I mean. They don't look too bad," he replied quickly and felt his heart beat faster as he tried to formulate a sentence that wouldn't offend her. “If you wanted, I could help? Clean you, I mean." He said and saw her eyes widen at the offer. “I don't mind, and it will help pass the time."

Rachissa lifted her head and arched it back into a defensive 'S' shape, as if he might strike her and once again looked into his eyes to determine his motive. She half-expected to see a possessive smirk on his snout, but instead saw genuine concern at her reaction. Her doubts and insecurities clawed at her mind before they were silenced by a deep shame at thinking the worst of this kind drake and she took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. Slowly and with measured words, she replied. “That's not necessary. You have been so kind already."

“Not at all!" Oswin said and gave her a kind smile, “It will be nice, I promise." He added ,but could tell she was still hesitant at his proposition, “Come on, I insist."

Her nostrils flared at his choice of words and she tried not to snarl. After all, this was his cave and she was an intruder; it was only fitting that she do as he says. With a small nod, she saw the drake grin with excitement and shuffle closer to her. Her paws tucked closer to her body when he leaned in and her eyes closed as he gave her a gentle lick on her shoulder, before he shuffled closer and began to tend to her dusty scales.

She was used to firm bites or harsh, possessive nips that were used to encourage her into desirable positions, but his touches were different, tender and caring; his tongue gently caressed her scales and traced over each of the chipped plates with a kind softness. She felt her eyelids getting heavy but kept them open to watch him, in case his jaws opened further than necessary. Her tension began to melt as he explored her shoulder and the base of her neck.

“What happened here?" he asked softly and licked across an old scar that ran from the base of her wing arm and across her back. “It looks like it must have hurt," he added when she inhaled sharply at the memory.

“I was foolish," she murmured, to spare him the details of how she was thrashed by her alpha after trying to take food from his scraps. She had been young at the time, but the memory of his sharp, black talons rending through her scales was still fresh in her mind.

He saw her wings twitch and pull closer to her body at the mention of the scar and paused before giving her a long, tender lick up the old wound. “It makes you look fierce," he added after he had swallowed, and then returned to cleaning the base of her neck.

A soft croon escaped her throat as he continued to clean her neck. With a full belly and a drake tending to her like a loving mate, she began to relax and lean into his touch. “Thank you," she whispered as he cleaned an area halfway up her neck, where she could never reach with her own maw. Her eyes drifted closed, but flicked back open as he rolled onto his side. Satisfied that he wasn't trying anything, she slowly closed her eyes again and enjoyed his affection.

With his snout nudging her neck, he breathed in her scent and committed the moment to memory. She was clearly carrying a lot of trauma but when he nuzzled behind her jaw and gave her cheek a lick, he could tell that she was enjoying the moment as much as he was by the low purr she made. “And you wanted to leave and brave the storm?" he teased softly and chuckled as she snorted in amusement.

"I'm not very bright," she murmured, tilting her head up to let him trace her soft, vulnerable throat with further licks. When he pulled back and looked at her, she opened her one good eye and glanced at the red drake.

"I think you're brilliant," Oswin said, warmth in his voice giving her pause. "You are a survivor, by the looks of it, and I think that's pretty neat," he added, holding her gaze. When she smiled and looked away, he angled his neck to lean back in and gave her another cleaning lick on the underside of her jaw.

"You're sweet," she said, tilting her head back down slowly, pulling her neck out of reach of his delightful tongue. "I wish other drakes were as kind as you," she added, surprised when he didn't move with her and instead respected her space. Her experience had taught her that he would stand up and demand she lift her tail, but instead he curled his neck and smiled at her.

"I can keep cleaning you, if you want," he said sweetly. "I really don't mind; it's kinda nice looking after someone. Are your wings sore from the flight?" he asked with genuine sincerity in his tone.

"A bit," she admitted softly, stiffening as the drake rose to his feet, nerves taking over as she realized he was just a drake after all. Her tail lashed out in annoyance, but she forced herself to stay laying down, telling herself that he was allowed to do what he pleased, even to her detriment.

He stretched, keeping his hind paws anchored to the floor and walking forwards with his forepaws, his back arched and tail straightened as his muscles tensed under his scaled hide. "Let me take care of them," he said softly, padding his way to her side. "It won't hurt, I promise," he added when he saw her gaze narrow.

She turned her head to look ahead and focused her gaze on a small crack in the wall. "Do what you want," she said, clenching her jaws, only to glance back in confusion when he didn't move. He was frozen in place, a paw hovering just above her wing shoulders, confusion in his eyes.

"Wait, do you want me to stop? It was just going to be a wing rub, it stops them from being stiff in the morning," he explained, "Mazi and I used to give them to one another after a long day of flying." Oswin hoped this would ease her tension, relieved when she took a deep breath and nodded for him to continue. He felt her flinch as he placed a paw on her hide, holding it still until she began to relax. His digits spread and he began to knead her tight muscles while she looked intently at the wall ahead. Slowly, he felt her relax again under his touch and lowered his head to give her shoulders a reassuring lick. "Does that feel better?" he asked and saw her nod in approval.

She slowly turned her neck so she could watch him as he shuffled closer. She was surprised to see the drake sit on his haunches next to her and place a second paw on her wings to work both at once. Her gaze lingered on the curve of his chest, following the line of his toned belly towards his groin. Realizing she was staring, she looked back up to his eyes and was relieved to see that he was intently looking at her wings.

He regretted sitting with his hind legs semi-spread, as he wasn't able to keep as much pressure on his slit as he would have liked. With such a fearful dragoness below him, he knew that if he exposed himself he would risk scaring her off. He concentrated on her wings, focusing on the smaller, pebble-like scales that framed her joints. While the fine scales offered less protection from claws and bites, they provided the necessary mobility for her wings. Lustful thoughts crept into the fringes of his mind as he worked his paws against her back, a part of him wishing to wrap his forelegs around her hips and step over her fully to relieve the building tension in his loins.

She watched as his pink tip began to slowly force itself past his taut slit lips before halting as he clenched as hard as he could. His paws continued to massage her flight muscles as if nothing had happened, but she could tell by the way his tail twitched that he was struggling to contain his member. A part of her wanted to stand up and pull away from the drake but, as his digits worked around her folded wings and arms, the thought of him stopping his massage made her hesitate. She took in a deep breath to try and relax though she could smell hints of his arousal in the air. 'He is a drake, after all,' she thought to herself and slowly exhaled, her body relaxing as she did so.

Feeling her melt under his touch, he worked his paws closer to her spine and began working his way down her back. Her scales were not as smooth as his under his touch, but the feeling of the dragoness enjoying it was intoxicating to Oswin. Lowering his snout, he gently licked the line of scales that ran where the pale wing membranes joined her sides. If asked, he would claim it was to clean a mark, but in truth he hoped to gauge her reaction to his tender touch. He felt a deep rumble of a croon vibrate her body as he did so and smiled before tracing a similar lick down the length of her other wing. “You like that?"

“I think you do." Rachissa mused and gestured with a small bob of her head towards his groin where half of his pink length had emerged. She was startled when he quickly let go of her back and scampered back a few feet away from her as if lightning had struck him.

In doing so, his concentration on keeping his slit tight waned and his full length emerged. It slapped against his belly as he tried to turn his hips away and shield her from the sight of its engorged length. “Oh, I am so sorry. You were just there and really pretty-"

“No, I shouldn't have said anything," she interrupted and pulled her paws back towards her defensively. “Forgive me, this is your cave, you are allowed to do what you want," she added, but could tell that her reassurances did little to ease his embarrassment. “Gah!" she snarled and whipped her head away in frustration.

“You are too kind, I don't get it!" she hissed, mostly to herself but she lifted herself up onto all fours.

Oswin's heart sank as he saw the pain he had caused her by becoming erect and lowered his voice to a soft, reassuring tone. “I'm sorry I-" his words cut off as she waived a paw to dismiss him.

"Don't – Don't apologize," she snapped and winced, as she realized she was telling him what to do in his own home. When he didn't strike back or even snarl, she sighed. "I misspoke. I'm not used to a drake being so nice to me," she explained and could tell by how he kept his hips angled away that he was still hiding his length from her. "After everything you have done for me tonight… could you just take me and be done with it?"

Oswin's eyes widened at her proposition. "Excuse me?" he stammered, confused by her rapid change of heart. A part of his mind berated him for hesitating; before him was a dragoness for him to plunder, yet he wasn't on her back. When he didn't make a move, his length throbbed in frustration and slapped against his belly again in protest.

"Mount me, mate me, fuck me, I don't know what you call it here. Then we can be even, and I'll leave. That way I don't owe you anything," she explained and widened her stance with her back towards him.

"That's what you want?" he asked hesitantly, his wings folding tighter against his sides as he leaned towards her.

"It's what is owed," she corrected and looked back at the drake who remained sitting on the cold floor. "It's just how it's meant to be done; you let me share your nest, and I let you share… me," she added and lifted her tail slightly at its base as an invitation.

"Well…" Oswin said, his voice wavering as he contemplated her offer. His primal thoughts longing to lunge out, wrap his paws around her and pull her under him. He could almost imagine the lust-filled moans she would make as he plunged his shaft through her soft, wet folds.

He shook his head to clear his mind and swallowed past the lump in his throat. "That is a nice offer. But you don't have to," he said with a pained voice as a torrent of frustration washed over him, "You deserve a drake that will take care of you and treat you right."

She nodded but kept her tail partially raised. "Will you take care of me?" she asked softly after thinking for a moment. "Because you have already treated me right," she added with a small smile.

"That's not what I meant," Oswin chuckled before realizing she was serious. "I mean… I could? But would you like that?" he asked and stood up when she nodded, "I don't mean as any sort of payment because I brought you a deer. But do you actually want to do this, for you?"

She contemplated his words before nodding again. "You are kinda sweet… I think you would be a decent mate, so… if you will have me," she said with a hint of self-consciousness, "I know I'm not exactly… perfect."

Oswin rose to his feet and moved towards her, with every step, his hard length swung from side to side, all while he kept his gaze locked with hers. "I think you are perfect," he said softly and was rewarded with her tail hiking as he came closer. "I know you don't see it, but I'll try," he added and nuzzled her tail. Starting at the black tip, he stroked his cheek along the side of the appendage. When the black scales transitioned to the peachy red ones that covered her body, he gave her a reassuring smile. With his mind made up, he continued to press his snout against her tail, his smooth scales rubbing against hers in delightful friction. Continuing his affection, he pushed her tail aside and, once he reached the frills that extended on each side of her tail, he surprised her by dipping his head downwards instead of up.

Her breath hitched audibly as he pressed his nose to her rump and gave it a tender kiss. Never had a drake touched her like that, so tender and gentle. Her hips rotated forward to expose herself to him further but was surprised when, instead of mounting her, he slowly traced kisses, licks and soft nibbles down her thighs and to her stifle joint. Her scent became heavy with the fragrance of her arousal, as he turned his head to trace his tongue up the inside of her thigh and towards her vent. His warm breath against her slit made her press backward against his snout and she was rewarded by a long wet lick from the front of her crease to the back. His tongue slathered his saliva across the fine scales that framed her sex and he groaned in bliss as he enjoyed her taste.

He was tempted to plunge his tongue into her and swirl it to get her wet, but instead opted to take his time. After all, the storm still raged outside his cave and he wanted to savor the moment with her. Nuzzling her slit, he gave it another soft lick before tracing further nibbles down her other thigh. “You are… truly beautiful," he murmured, as his teeth softly caressed her inner thigh scales.

She pined at his words and felt his tongue lick across the scars she had on her inner thighs from when she had refused a drake's advances. All memories of the interaction with the rude whelp were quickly pushed aside, as the handsome drake now traced more kisses and nudged up her thigh again and back to her slit. Her hind legs extended and forelegs became weak as his delightful tongue began circling her puffy slit and she slowly lowered her chest to the ground to present all of herself to his questing snout.

Despite his aching, hard cock, he lowered his hind end down to the ground and placed a forepaw on her rump, his digits kneading at her subtle curves, while he began to press his tongue against her crease. The sweet tangy taste of her vagina made him hunger for more, but he refrained from delving too far into her vent and instead gently dabbed his tongue into her and licked her walls with a tenderness that took her breath away. He aimed to please her and, as she let out a needy moan, he knew she was appreciating his touch. Withdrawing his tongue, he swallowed, before slowly dragging its broad length across the apex of her slit and across her wet labia again. The gentle, wet friction against her hidden clit made her wings flutter and droop to the ground, while her back arched in bliss.

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"Oswin…" Rachissa gasped breathlessly. "What are you… Gods!" she exclaimed and her eyes widened as he repeated the action, this time with slightly more pressure. "Nnngh, don't stop. Please!" she begged and rocked her hips against his snout to encourage him to continue.

Hearing the desire in her voice, his chest puffed out with pride against the floor and he gripped her other flank with a second forepaw to spread her thighs further. Her nub was still nestled under her clitoral hood, but he could feel the subtle firmness against his tongue and circled it with its wet tip. Tremors wracked her body as he stimulated the sensitive bean, alternating between massaging the sensitive cluster of nerves and pressing his wet tongue inside her soaked depths. Rotating his head from side to side, he rubbed his chin against the apex of her vent, before devoting his attention back to her clit with further licks until it was exposed to the cool night air. Once revealed to him, he pressed his snout firmly against the sensitive bean and hummed, the vibrations causing her to whine in pleasure. With a quick swallow, he enjoyed her heady flavor and tried to commit the taste to memory before he then continued to treat her pussy to further licks.

A deep, electric sensation filled Rachissa's body, like the way the air tingled right before a lightning strike, but instead of being afraid, she leaned back into her new friend's snout and let out a needy whine. He was so attuned to her body that he focused on her clitoris with a dedication and care she couldn't describe. "Please, Don't stop… don't stop," she cried and scrunched her eyes closed, as pleasure began to build in her core. Her breathing was rapid and frantic and her claws clenched into the slate floor beneath her, causing cracks to form. She had thought he would hold out, keep her on the edge or deny her pleasure completely, but to her surprise, he continued his ministrations while massaging her rump with his strong paws. The scent of her arousal hung in the air like a heady cloud, mixing with the intoxicating scent of his own excitement as pre leaked from his spire onto the cold ground. Her tail thrashed from side to side while trying to find something to latch onto, something to hold herself steady on during the tempest of pleasure that surged through her. "OSWIN!" she whined loudly as the first orgasm in countless months washed over her. The sensation started from where his tongue stroked and flooded through her like a tidal wave, until she held her head up to the cave ceiling in a loud, desperate cry of bliss.

He could feel her passage collapse around his tongue in a vain attempt to draw it deeper into her body and continued to slurp and swirl his tongue inside her depths and rubbed his chin against her sensitive pearl. He worked to prolong her climax until her voice went hoarse and then gave her dripping folds one last long lick from top to bottom. She shuddered in bliss at his final touch and raised her hips higher as he dragged his tongue across her. When he pulled his snout away from her, he was greeted with the sight of her crouched down with hips up and tail curved over her back. She looked back at him with her jaws open in a pant as she tried to catch her breath, her amber eye burning with a grateful look.

“What…" she gasped and swallowed as best she could to clear her throat. “What was that?" she asked with a weak smile before panting again, “No one… no one has done that before."

Oswin chuckled and nibbled the point where the frills alongside her tail joined her hips. “I told you… I would take care of you… Rachissa," he murmured warmly, between gentle kisses.

“I meant… for you to fuck me," the satisfied dragoness said with a breathless smile. “That was… that was nice," she admitted. When Oswin raised himself to all fours, her heart skipped a beat as she saw his firm, pink member at full mast. Its tip was spear-like and its length gradually grew in girth before the hefty lobes of a knot throbbed at its base. The sight of a drop of pre leaking from its tip made her look back at him and she saw the lustful look in his eyes.

“Do you want more?" he asked warmly. “It's up to you." he added and paused his kisses on her rump. He was sure that she did, but he wanted to ensure that he wasn't pressuring her with further kisses. As his question hung in the air his cock throbbed almost painfully, as if it knew that it was close to a warm, wet, welcoming slit.

“Please. Just… be gentle," she whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable. With an arch of her back, she pressed her hips backward to invite him to mount her and gasped as he gently traced his snout across her rump and licked where her tail joined her hip.

“I will. Tell me if it's too much," he murmured back and reared up on his hind legs while wrapping his forepaws just ahead of her hips. His hard cock twitched upwards against his belly as he moved over her and pushed her tail to the side. His heart hammered in his chest as he let instincts guide him. Holding her with a reassuring grip, he stepped closer so his hind paws were just behind hers and gasped as he felt his cock brush against her haunches. Leaning forwards, he lowered his head and traced gentle kisses on the back of her neck while he rocked his hips forwards and back to try and align himself with her sex. Slick, wet precum smeared against her rump from his leaking tip as he tried to find his mark, but while many drakes had hastily found their goal and slammed in, he took his time. “Are you sure?" he asked one last time, as his tip pressed against her puffy slit.

She felt his cock touch her sensitive vent and pause, only to throb and deliver a healthy glob of precum to her entrance. “I am," she said and pressed back into him, her eyes widened and jaws parted as his firm cock spread her labia and began to press into her.

His grip around her waist held her steady as his hips pressed forwards, slowly burying his hard, pink cock inside her wet depths. The sensation of her soft warm walls enveloping his length made him groan and wish to simply hump forwards, but he held back, determined to take her slowly and gently after already making her climax. Her sensitive walls were pushed aside and made to conform to the shape of his member as he continued to press into her, only after a brief pause to take a small half step forwards did he press further while watching her face for any signs of discomfort. When the thick lobes of his knot pressed against her snug entrance, he let out a deep sigh of bliss and held himself deep inside her. “Fuck yes," he whispered, much to her amusement, as she looked back and saw his eyes half-lidded in contentment.

“You are so deep," she mused softly and gave him a reassuring smile when his eyes flickered open. “In a good way," she added and nodded for him to continue.

With a soft, tender kiss on one of the many mating scars that adorned her neck, he slowly pulled back. The delightful friction of his shaft against her walls sent a shudder through both of them and once he had withdrawn halfway, he pressed back in slowly. The pressure of her clenching vagina around his cock coaxed another spurt of pre to leak from his tip and helped his length glide effortlessly through her velvety walls. “You feel amazing," he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear, as his knot pressed back against her slick labia. “Are you okay?" he asked as he drew back again; when she nodded, he thrust back into her and excited another gasp from her.

She bit her lip, but when she tried to encourage him, not much more than a breathless moan escaped her lips. She was no stranger to sex, but this felt like nothing she had ever experienced. Unlike the frantic humping the drakes in her clan would give her, his motions were soft, kind and caring. Like he was trying to work with her to reach a climax, rather than using her for his own pleasure. As he nuzzled her neck with the bridge of his snout, she found herself pushing back to match his rhythm and breathed in time with his steady thrusts.

Despite Rachissa being a fraction larger than him, he found her position more than accommodating. Moving a paw from her curvy hips, he traced it up her back and then placed it onto the ground ahead of her wing. With his weight supported on three legs, he slid his other forepaw down her waist and under her to find where his cock was sliding in and out of her. Her passage clenched hard as his digits found her sensitive clit and while it would have been easy to strum and rub it until she climaxed again, he opted to gently stroke it in time with his long thrusts.

Her eyes scrunched closed in pleasure as she was taken by the handsome drake; her body rocked in time with his, as his thrusts began to build in power and speed. The slick sounds of his cock driving in and out of her mixed with the sounds of the rain outside and the heavy breathing of her mate. Every long draw back of his hips dragged his member almost all the way out and left her with an empty feeling, which thankfully didn't last long before he plunged back into her depths. Her swollen entrance stretched tight around the front of his knot with every hump of his hips, the plump lips of her labia acting as a dampener that sent pleasurable tremors through her body.

He could feel his pleasure gaining and continued to massage her clit to build her climax further and further. “Nnngh— you feel so nice. I– I want to... but I..." he groaned as he worked his cock deep inside her, his knot pressing insistently against her lips with each drive.

“What?" she gasped and forced her eyes open, so she could look back at him. With the bridge of his snout still against her neck, he slowed his thrusts to a stop and paused with his cock deep inside her. “What's wrong?" she asked and rocked her hips against his to encourage him to continue.

Feeling her press backwards against him began to erode what little self-control he had and he had to hold himself back from not humping frantically at her until he came. “I want to tie you, is that okay?" he asked softly and gave her another nibble just behind her jaw, “Please?"

She frowned at the question and pressed back into him. “Of course?" she said with a confused inflection in her voice, but leaned into his nibbles as he devoted more attention to her neck and the base of her cracked horn.

“Can… can we do it differently?" he asked softly. “I want to see you better," he added and began to withdraw from her snatch when she nodded in understanding. Her walls tensed and tried to cling to him for more as he slowly pulled out, causing a thin string of their combined arousal connected them briefly until he stepped back from her and it fell down her inner thigh. His slick cock bounced slightly and throbbed in time with his beating heart as the dragoness lowered her hips to the ground and rolled onto her back.

She stabilized herself with her wings and spread her hind legs to display her moist and partially gaping slit to his hungry gaze. Her breath hitched, as he dove his snout down to her slit and traced a long lick up her wet pussy, across her clit, and up her belly and chest in one long stroke, while moving between her thighs. Her heart fluttered and her claws extended as she became trapped under him again, but she forced a smile and tilted her head away from him to expose her throat to his tongue.

The position was awkward and new for him and he had to hunch down low over her to try to find his mark again. With his forepaws beside her shoulders, he devoted further licks and nibbles to her soft throat and groaned when something against the underside of his tail. Her scales slid against his as she coiled her black tail around his and pulled him back to help him into position. Once his tip made contact with her plump pussy lips again, his hips instinctively surged forwards and plunged into her.

Rachissa's eyes widened at the sudden filling sensation and she clung to his shoulders with her forepaws. “Oswin!" she gasped, not out of pain, but a mixture of pleasure and an exhilarating stretching feeling, like her body was made to take him. With the new angle, his cock pressed against more sensitive areas and her hips bucked involuntarily up against his. “Fuck," she groaned, but held him close as he began to rock inside her.

Back and forth, his cock dragged through her clenching passage. After her initial exclamation, he forced himself to take his time again as a war of compassion and primal instincts battled against one another in his mind. He knew he could put his weight behind his thrusts and force his knot into her, but resisted the overwhelming urge for her sake. Nuzzling the back of her jaws with his snout, he tried to get her attention and, when she looked up at him, he turned his head and pressed his jaws to hers in a passionate kiss.

At first she hesitated, the display of affection foreign to her, but as she opened her mouth and his tongue met hers, she leaned into the passionate exchange while tightening her tail's grip on his. She felt herself being rocked back and forth across the slate floor with the power of each of his thrusts, gentle, deep and measured. He took his time with her and let her enjoy the sensation of being taken by a drake in such a loving way.

Breaking their kiss to come up for air, he smiled at her with his mouth open in a heated pant. Her flustered expression matched his and she arched her back as he began to pull back further and press in heavy rolls of his hips. Her tail constricted around his in time with her snug vagina's clenches, whenever he bottomed out and mashed his knot against her puffy lips. The rhythmic tightening and relaxing in time with his thrusts made him groan in bliss and his wings shudder as he tried to hold back.

The chips of slate floor scratched at her delicate membranes as he took her, but she didn't tried to push the feeling aside and enjoy him taking her. With his cock thrusting in and out of her and his muscular body looming over her, she felt a strange sense of security and rocked her hips to meet his with every heavy thrust. His breathing was heavy and labored against her cheek as he nuzzled her, his voice soft yet powerful as he whispered how good she felt to him and how beautiful she was. Her heart fluttered at his words, his breath warm against her ear as he growled in bliss and thrust still harder into her. She could tell he was close and tried not to flinch as his harder thrusts dragged her wings over a sharp fragment of stone. However, when a soft hiss escaped her maw, he stopped suddenly and looked down at her.

“What's wrong?" he asked, with concern etched in his eyes. “Did I hurt you?" he added and tried to pull back but was stopped by her hind legs wrapping around his hips.

“No, don't stop. It's just… this floor… never mind," Rachissa said and rocked her hips for him to continue. “Keep going, I'm okay," she added with a gentle nuzzle of her snout against his.

Oswin looked down at the slate floor and realized her situation. With him taking his time, it was no wonder she was becoming uncomfortable on the cold hard floor. To their side was the fur he had offered her earlier and he contemplated trying to drag her to it, before smiling at an idea. Lowering his muzzle down to her neck, he kissed her soft throat gently before lowering his chest down to hers. His weight settled on her and made her body tense as she became pinned under him. “Tuck in your wings," he growled in a low, needy voice that made her heart flutter.

Without question, she folded her wings close to her side and tried to look back down her side with her good eye, as his paws moved from beside her to under her shoulders in a tight hug. His tail coiled around hers and held it tightly as his body rolled to the side, and she had no choice but to roll with him. Before she could protest, she found herself on top of him with the fur hide under his crimson scales. Instinctively she raised her front and placed her paws on his chest as if to leap off, but paused when he looked up at her with a friendly smile.

No male had ever let her take charge and the thrill of being in the dominant position over such a muscular drake made her feel giddy. Rachissa adjusted her hind legs and began to roll her hips against his, a deep groan of bliss escaped her lips as she felt his hard length rub and grind against the most sensitive areas of her body. She tensed as she felt his paws grip her forelegs, thinking he would control her, but relaxed as Oswin rocked his hips in time with hers and caused his thick, fleshy knot to grind against her clitoris to try and get her to climax.

He could see the look of amazement in her eyes as she rode him, the position clearly as new to her, as well as him. Oswin lifted his head off of the padded ground to lick where her throat met her chest and nibble at her shoulders, when she began to lift up and down his length. With her in control of the pace, he was surprised that she took him faster than the thrusts he had been giving her, but he wasn't about to complain. Every lift upwards would cause her passage to tense and with every drop down his hard length, he could feel his knot straining against her entrance. His deep growls and grunts mixed with her gasps and moans and he clenched his jaws when she rolled her hips harder and harder against his. Oswin was lost in the exquisite feeling her body gave him, the way her passage shuddered and clenched with every drive made him wish for nothing more than to bury his knot in her and unleash his pent up desire into her depths. Forcing his jaws to be gentle, he mouthed and nibbled her throat as she tried to bring him to climax, her body clearly needing the satisfying release that only he could provide.

“I'm close…" she warned, as she felt a tingle deep inside her. Hunching over him, she began bouncing faster and scrunched up her eyes as she tried to take him deeper. “Nnngh fuck," she exclaimed, as she arched her back and lifted her head to the ceiling. “Knot me!" she gasped and widened her stance.

Tracing his forepaws down her sides, he tried to time his upwards thrusts with a guiding touch on her waist so they met together in hard wet slaps of scales on scales. His length throbbed desperately inside her eager depths as his own climax rose higher and higher. Clenching his jaws, he tried to hold out and gripped her hips tighter. Using his wings, he lifted his shoulders off of the ground to curl further upwards and pulled her hips down his hard cock in a final, firm, definitive thrust. His knot strained at her entrance and, for a moment, he was worried she may not be able to take it, but slowly her labia stretched further around the thick lobes until slowly, they reached the thickest point.

A shocked gasp escaped her throat as her body tensed at the insistent strain of his knot and, with a clench of her jaws tried to relax until she was over the thickest part of his cock. With a slick sound, her puffy slit tightened around the back of his tool and forced its tip hard up against the entrance of her womb. Her eyes widened at the sensation of him locked inside her and knew that they both wouldn't last much longer

His cock throbbed powerfully with his racing heart, like a bomb set to explode deep inside her and he used his tail to help hammer his hips up and down as much as his swelling knot would allow. Her body was jostled by his golden strokes, but the repeated jabbing of his tip against her cervix and expanding knot, rubbing at her G-spot caused her to see stars and she let out a wail of pure pleasure. Her second orgasm of the night shot through her right as lightning crackled outside, the bright white light from outside illuminated her body, capturing it in a moment of unadulterated bliss.

Feeling her walls shudder and convulse as she came on his hard cock was the last straw for Oswin. His jaws snapped to her tender throat in a mating bite as he came undone, with his thick knot sealed inside her entrance and his tip mashed against her cervix, the only direction for his hot seed to go was deep into her womb. Pulse after heavy pulse surged from his internal balls and into her, splashing against the back of her womb and quickly pooling inside as he groaned in pent-up desire.

She could feel each surge of warmth as he claimed her completely. If she had been in heat, there would be nothing to stop his rampant sperm from finding her ovum, but for now she could enjoy the guilt free sensation of being flooded with the seed of a kind and worthy drake.

His hips jerked and his body shuddered with each additional surge of cum that he deposited deep inside her, all the while her passage continued to rhythmically milk him for all he was worth. Opening his eyes, he quickly let go of her throat and was relieved to see that he hadn't drawn blood. With a tender lick, he stroked his tongue across where he had latched on and relaxed his wings so he lay on his back with her above him. “That… that was…" he gasped between breaths and shuddered as she rocked her hips once more, “I wasn't too rough, was I?"

Rachissa looked down and gave him a reassuring smile. “Rough? I was riding you!" she giggled happily, before nuzzling his jaw, “But, no. That was good. The best I've ever had." Seeing him smile in satisfaction, she chuckled for the first time in what felt like forever. With a slight lift of her hips, she felt him tense as his knot was tested. Finding it still lodged inside her, she moved her forepaws beside his shoulders to ease her weight on him. “Well, I guess you are gonna make me stay," she said with a giddy smile, as the endorphins of their post-coital bliss washed over her.

“Oh, I think you always wanted to stay," he chuckled in return. Sliding his paws up her sides to her shoulders, he gently guided her to lay on him before he rolled onto his side and draped a wing around her in a draconic hug. She wiggled against him to get comfortable. With their hind legs wrapped around each other's waists and his wing around hers, she felt safe and secure. She could feel his hard length continuing to spill the last of his load inside her and smiled warmly when he curled his neck around so he could look her in the eye.

To her surprise, he leaned closer and placed a kiss on the scar that ran across her broken eye and cheek. Her heart fluttered at the gesture and she let out a soft croon of appreciation. As he continued to tend to her with gentle licks and nibbles, any thoughts of leaving melted away.