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Mike's eyes lit up when he saw the familiar, worn suitcase begin its journey towards him. The brown fabric stood out against the sea of dark cases that littered the equally black baggage carousel, a smirk pulling at his lips at what Geevin would say. He had contemplated buying a suitcase, even seen a black one with purple trim, but the large drake had insisted he should use his.

Lifting it from the conveyor belt, he placed it down and double-checked the zips. While the case had survived the trip, there were a few fresh claw marks on the handle from the ground crew. Extending the handle, he gave it a rock back and forth to make sure the wheels had survived the journey before looking for the exit.

His ride from the cafe to the airport seemed to be the only leg that had gone smoothly. Between a connecting flight being canceled and bad weather over parts of Europe, he was grateful to be close to being reunited with Liiria. Due to dragons requiring more room, airlines offered dedicated flights for dragons, and the purple dragoness had flown on an earlier flight.

Looking up at the signs, he saw that English wasn't the primary language here but was thankful that it was still included. Scratching his itchy face while walking, he felt the stubble of a beard growing and subconsciously looked forward to having a good hot shower and shave. Following the directions, he made his way out of baggage claims and joined the crowd of people towards the arrivals area.

A wall of welcoming family members looked expectantly to see who would come out of the automatic doors, each with balloons or Merry Christmas signs held high. Scanning the crowd, Mike looked for his purple dragoness and smiled as a small child squealed in joy. The child broke free from their father's grip and came running to greet their mother, who picked them up in a hug.

Looking further down the line of families, he saw a collection of drivers holding small whiteboards with names on them. Behind them all sat a large black dragon, his fur seeming to almost absorb the light around him. Frowning, Mike looked at the large drake momentarily, holding his gaze before the black dragon looked away. As Mike approached, the drake shuffled his black feathered wings and pretended to scan the crowd for someone else.

Mike furrowed his brow, finding the drake's appearance strangely familiar. “Hi, um… er, przepraszam, cze???” he said slowly. He had been practicing Liiria's native tongue with her over the last few months, but could tell by the blank expression on the drake's face that he had butchered the delivery.

“I speak English.” The drake said flatly and continued to scan the crowd.

"Um, sorry. Are you looking for me? I'm Mike," he asked politely, gazing up at the large drake.

The black drake retrieved a small sign from under his wing and turned it around. "Is this you?"

Mike chuckled, recognizing his name scrawled in purple marker. "Yeah, that's me. I thought Liiria would pick me up."

Glancing down at the diminutive human with intense eyes, Keekzee shook his head. "She is resting," he said simply and stood up. Turning, he began walking toward the exit, swishing his tail. He pursed his lips when he didn't feel it hit anyone.

Mike dodged the swinging tail and had to walk briskly to match the large drake's stride. The towering black dragon's wings were tucked close to his body as they exited the terminal and stepped out into the frigid night air. "So, is there a shuttle bus or something?" Mike asked, remembering how cramped a van was when Taalli had squeezed in. He wondered how this dragon would fit into anything less than a small bus.

"The road is too icy for the bus," stated the drake flatly. "I am taking you to her," he added in a stiff and unwelcoming tone.

Mike shivered, while the city often experienced snowfall, its temperature never plummeted this low. "Wait, you don't mean you're going to fly me up, do you?"

Keekzee paused mid-stride and snapped his head around to glare at the human. "If you have an issue with winged dragons, you can probably still catch the next flight home."

Mike's eyes widened, "Oh! No, that's not what I meant," he hastily replied, finding himself pinned by the powerful drake's gaze. "It's just, back home, that's not really a thing dragons offer to do."

"Let me guess, you have to bribe my kin to do your bidding? Or do you threaten them?"

Mike shook his head and raised his hands in surrender. "Whoa, no. I would never! I'm sorry if I caused any offense, sir," he exclaimed in genuine sincerity. "I'm just not used to such hospitality. I—I'm honored that you would give me a ride, genuinely. Thank you."

Keekzee looked into Mike's eyes and saw that he was being honest. With a dismissive snort, he shook his head and continued walking.

Mike looked up at the powerful dragon, feeling somewhat intimidated at the thought of riding on a dragon who clearly did not enjoy his company. Spotting a kiosk that was selling overpriced snacks, he cleared his throat. "Hey, I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. Can I buy you a snack or a drink to say thanks?" he offered, gesturing to the stall.

Keekzee followed his gaze and frowned. "You think I am a service animal who works for peanuts—"

"Oh, flap on, you know that's not what I meant," Mike said loudly, his frustration building. "I'm just trying to say thank you." Seeing the dragon look back at him, he shook his head. "Look, I'm going to get something, do you want something, or not?"

Keekzee surveyed the bags of jerky hanging from the side of the kiosk and reluctantly shook his head.

Mike sighed and strolled over to the kiosk, the black dragon in tow. Surveying the array of chocolates and candies, he didn't recognize the brands but selected a few red-wrapped bars of chocolate that appeared to have raspberry flavoring. Though not fresh raspberries, he sensed that the drake wouldn't appreciate a detour to find somewhere selling fresh berries. "Just these," Mike said to the cashier, sliding the bars across the counter. Glancing back at the black dragon, he noticed the drake eyeing the bags of jerky. "And these," he added, plucking the bags from in front of the drake.

"I said I didn't want any," Keekzee retorted but made no move to stop Mike from paying with his card. Smiling in thanks to the cashier, Mike tucked the chocolate into the front pouch of his suitcase and turned to the drake with the jerky in hand.

"And I never said they were for you," he teased. "But, I have clearly offended you, so how about we start again?" Mike asked, opening the bag and pulling out a large, steak-sized strip of dried meat. "Hi, I'm Mike. Would you like some jerky?"

Keekzee smirked and glanced at the meat, his cold demeanor fading at the smell of the strip. "Sure," he said, lowering his head and opening his mouth to reveal his razor-sharp teeth. Snapping his jaws closed on the meat, he was partially disappointed when Mike didn't flinch.

Mike shook his head, realizing that this drake was determined to continue his attempts at a power play for some reason. Having witnessed similar behavior from males trying to impress females in the cafe by being rude and obnoxious, he just smiled. "Good?"

"I've had better," grumbled Keekzee, turning to continue towards the takeoff spot.

Mike took a deep breath and smiled, shaking his head in disbelief at the cashier who stifled a giggle at the exchange. Grabbing the handle of his suitcase once more, he quickly jogged to catch up to the black drake, the bags of jerky bouncing wildly in his hand.

An aircraft roared overhead as they joined a queue of dragons. Due to the close proximity to aircraft, a large sign had been erected near a designated zone for taking off and landing dragons. The sign was illuminated with throbbing amber lights to emphasize the instructions, along with an automated voice that repeated instructions to the dragons leaving.

While waiting in the queue, Mike unzipped his suitcase and retrieved a thick wool beanie, gloves, and scarf that Liiria had purchased for him. The lavender color caused the black dragon to glare at him with a mixed expression.

"We are next," stated the drake. "Climb on," he added with a smirk.

Mike waited for the drake to lower himself to an accessible height but sighed when he didn't. Having dealt with Geevin in a stubborn mood, he knew that the drake was baiting him into saying something that would be ‘misinterpreted’ as an order.

"No worries," Mike chuckled, spotting the black harness straps nestled amongst the drake's thick shaggy fur. Holding the bags of jerky in his mouth and looping a hand as high as he could on the harness, he performed a small jump and began hoisting himself up, determined to not make a noise at the strain. While unglamorous, he managed to swing a leg over the drake's wing shoulder and used the leverage to pull himself up onto the drake's shoulders. Adjusting his position, he grinned at the drake who looked back at him with a judgmental gaze. "Am I in the right spot? I can sit further back if you need me to," he added, remembering the advice he had heard about not putting too much weight forward on a dragon's neck.

Silently shaking his head, Keekzee snatched the suitcase up with one powerful paw and kept it tucked close to his broad chest. Walking on three legs, he felt the human being jostled but made no efforts to adjust his gait. Once he had stepped into the takeoff area and mantled his wings, with a quick look above he double-checked that it was safe to take off.

Mike looped a hand into the dragon's harness and leaned forward as Keekzee surged hard into the air, his powerful hind legs launching them harder than necessary into the sky. He shook his head at the drake's attempts at making the ride uncomfortable but made sure to move his body with every beat of the black-feathered wings. It had been years since he had flown on the back of a dragon but he quickly remembered what he had been told. He gripped gently with his thighs and focused on moving his center of mass with every rock of the black drake's body.

Keekzee glanced back at Mike. In the moonlit sky, he was able to make out the human enjoying the view with a look of nostalgia. While the few guests he had carried on his back often screamed or gave him instructions on how to fly, this human seemed to work with him to make his weight less noticeable.

“You have flown before, haven't you?” Keekzee asked with a deep voice. A twinge of guilt nagged at his mind as he realized how he had treated the man and how, despite his attitude, the man still tried to accommodate him.

“What makes you say that?” Mike chuckled, opening the bag of jerky and pulling out a strip of meat. Leaning toward him, he held it out to the large drake, determined to reward him for a genuine question.

“You didn't scream,” Keekzee said, taking the piece of meat from the kind human, this time gently.

“Were you trying to make me?” Mike chuckled and shook his head when the drake winked. “Hate to break it to you, big guy. You ain't my first.”

Keekzee snorted in amusement and exchanged a grin with Mike before bursting into laughter. “But I was Liiria's!” he teased with a wide smile, his ivory teeth gleaming in the moonlight. He rocked his wings from side to side, attempting to unsettle the human who simply leaned with the motion.

“That's where I've seen you!” Mike exclaimed. “Keekzee, right? She told me that you might still work at the resort.”

“Yup! I still work there.” The drake chuckled, beating his wings to maintain their speed. “Employee of the month for a whole year!” he added proudly.

Mike pulled out another strip of meat, patting the side of Keekzee's neck to get his attention. Leaning forward, he passed it to the surprised drake. “Yeah, she told me all about you, although I didn't realize you were this big.”

The black drake grinned and munched on his jerky before talking with his mouth full. “You don't stay small when you are culling wolves and hunting deer,” he said proudly, emphasizing his draconic prowess.

“Oh? So not curled up by the fireplace on your days off,” Mike retorted and saw his eyes widen as his ego deflated. “She told me you were a gentle giant who would rather be by his fireplace than flying in the cold,” Mike said, smiling when the drake looked away. “So, big guy, what brings you all the way out in the cold to pick me up?” Mike asked. “You weren't trying to scare me off, were you?”

“No!” Keekzee said too quickly to be believable. “I-I just wanted to meet you,” he added, not entirely lying.

“Uh-huh.” Mike chuckled. “Well, thank you,” he said and saw the drake look back at him with a confused expression. “I imagine it takes a big drake to fly his ex’s new mate to her. So, thank you.”

Keekzee smiled and looked ahead. “Oh, I've got big, strong muscles, and you ain't that heavy,” he chuckled, flapping his wings to emphasize his point. “Any real drake could make the trip.”

Mike chuckled, knowing that the black drake was deliberately misinterpreting him. “Look, I'll level with you; I'm not one for dick measuring. We both know you would have me beat.”

Keekzee snorted in amusement and glanced back, seeing the man pull another strip of jerky out for him. “I would be concerned if it were the other way around,” he mused, looking him up and down. “For her sake.”

Mike shook his head with a smirk and looked ahead. The many lights of cars below began to become more space as they traveled further from the densely populated area. Every few minutes Mike would fish out another piece of jerky and pass it forwards to the big dragon. Eventually their path was only lit by the pale moonlight and he slowly began to make out the snowy mountains ahead. “I take it that's where we are going?” He could only just make out the ski lifts as they approached the mountain range.

“That's us!” Keekzee announced. “The resort is over there, but if you give me that other bag of jerky, I'll take you to your cabin.” He grinned and looked back.

“Oh, I wouldn't want to bribe a dragon,” Mike retorted, glad that the tension between them had eased. “I know dragons worked hard for independence,” he added with a smirk. When the drake looked back, Mike loosened a buckle on the harness and tucked the other bag under the broad strap. “But I would appreciate not having to climb the mountain.”

Keekzee nodded in thanks and adjusted his course with a subtle twist of his tail.

Mike clutched the black dragon’s harness tightly as Keekzee unfurled his expansive wings. With a series of powerful flaps, the dragon gracefully decelerated and landed on his hind legs, gently placing the suitcase on the snowy ground. Shifting to all fours, the drake lowered his belly to the cold snow. "Thanks, Keekzee," Mike said warmly, swinging a leg over the drake's thick neck. He descended down the shoulder, sinking into the deep snow up to his knees. Ahead stood the cozy cabin that Liiria must be waiting for him in, it's timber walls and roof covered in a fine layer of snow that was beginning to gently fall. “I'll probably see you around.” Mike said warmly.

“I think we're having a late Christmas lunch tomorrow,” the drake mentioned. “Her mom, Riilary, usually does a mean roast but has been holding off until you got here.”

“We'll be there,” Mike replied, patting the drake's shoulder. “Good night, big guy,” he added, picking up his suitcase. “And thanks again for giving me a ride. I really appreciate it.”

The large drake nodded farewell and spread his wings, with an almost silent flap he launched into the air. Mike tried to follow his shadowy figure against the stars but lost sight quickly in the dark night sky. Turning toward the cabin, he trudged through the snow, guided only by the silvery light of the full moon.

As he walked, the cold snow nipped at his legs. While accustomed to city snow, the contrast between the icy sludge lining the streets and the fresh powder on the mountain was stark. Each footstep crunched loudly, and he marveled at how the moonlight transformed the snow into what looked like a sparkling sea of diamonds.

Approaching the porch of the cabin, he stumbled upon a step buried under the snow. Careful not to slip, he ascended the steps to the front door and knocked gently.

“Mike? Is that you?” Liiria's familiar voice rang out, her excitement evident by the sound of rapid footsteps inside.

“The one and only,” he replied, attempting the door handle only to find it locked.

“Hold on!” Liiria exclaimed, followed by a crash that widened Mike's eyes. “I'm good! Hold on!” she added.

Mike brushed the snow from his pants as he heard her scramble inside. Scratching his chin, he felt the rasp of his stubble against his fingernails and reminded himself he needed to shave. There was a further thud from inside, followed by a scraping sound before finally, there was a click of the door lock.

Turning, Mike faced the door as it was pulled open, only for his vision to become full of purple and white fur. Liiria launched at him, knocking the wind from his lungs and tackling him off the porch and into the deep snow with a playful roar. "MIKE!" she giggled. "My Mike! My Mike is here!" She added, wrapping her large paws around him and holding him close to her chest. "I missed you."

"I can tell!" Grunted Mike with a chuckle, his arms wrapping around her shoulders to hold her tight. "I missed you too!" He added while nuzzling his face into her fluffy white underfur. "You're so soft!"

"Thanks!" Liiria exclaimed, shuffling down him so she could press her lips against his. "I may have visited a salon when I arrived," she murmured before tilting her head and kissing him deeper.

Mike smiled into her kiss and stroked his gloved hands up the back of her neck, combing his fingers through her lush fur all the way to behind her ears and moved further to hold the back of her jaw. While they had been apart for only a few days, they embraced as if it had been weeks. She wiggled in happiness as he massaged her jawline and continued to kiss her.

Parting, Mike smiled up at her and moved his hands down to her shoulders. Her bright eyes sparkling in the moonlight as she grinned back at him. Her warmth and weight were comforting on him, however, his jacket was quickly losing its battle against the cold snow. "You were not kidding about the cold."

Liiria looked down at her mate, the beanie, scarf, and gloves he wore bringing a smile to her snout. "It's not so bad in the daytime. Come on, let's head inside." Stepping off him, she lowered herself to let him wrap his arms around her shoulders, and together they pulled him onto his feet. Her nose twitched as she smelled a familiar scent, "Dad said he was going to bring you up on the snowmobile. But I didn't hear you arrive."

Mike kept an arm around her shoulders as they walked back towards the cabin door. "Keekzee picked me up from the airport and brought me all the way up," Mike said and held the door open for Liiria.

"He did, did he?" Liiria asked, stepping inside and watching him bring his suitcase inside. "I was wondering why he was taking an interest in the plans. He wasn't too mean, was he?"

Stepping into the cabin and closing the door, Mike was greeted by the warmth of the roaring fireplace. A plush bearskin rug lay next to the hearth, the heavily padded leather couch having been pushed back against the wall. Dominating the room stood a large four-poster bed, spacious enough for a pair of fully grown dragons to lounge on. The blankets were made out of what looked like pelts of various creatures, stirring a primal urge in Mike's body.

“Sorry, what?” he asked, realizing she was waiting for an answer. “Oh, no. Keekzee was fine, a bit standoffish at first. But it seems we have a few mutual interests.” He chuckled and noticed two large glasses of wine that she must have poured as he arrived.

“Mutual interests, eh?”

Mike chuckled and pulled her into another hug, running his hands up the back of her neck to guide her chin to rest on his shoulder. “Oh, you know, we both like a ‘ness called Liiria.” He said and felt her tense. “We talked about all the cute faces you make and favorite positions-” He chuckled and grinned when she pulled back in shock. “I'm kidding!”

“I should hope so too, mister!” She exclaimed in mock disapproval. “We have many cabins here; you are welcome to sleep in another one!” She added, her expression softening as she leaned back against him.

Holding her close, Mike kissed her cheek. “No, I think I like this cabin.” He murmured and felt her press closer against him, her forepaw lifting to wrap around his waist and pull him close.

Reluctantly, he relaxed his grip on her shoulders and turned to look her in the eye. “Hey, do you mind if I have a quick shower? I feel a bit seedy from the flight.”

“Oh, please!” Liiria said a bit too quickly. “Sorry, I didn't want to say anything, but you kind of smell of… him.” She added. Pulling back from his embrace, she gestured with her head to the bathroom at the back of the cabin. “I couldn't find the same soap you use in the shops, so I bought a couple. I hope they are okay.” She added with a grin.

Mike nodded and caught a mischievous glint in her eye before she turned away and padded her way over to the fireplace. Picking up a poker, she nudged a thick log, sending a shower of embers up into the flume. “You get clean, I'll make sure you stay warm tonight.” She promised, unable to stop a grin pulling at her snout.

Dragging his suitcase to the foot of the bed, he lifted it up and unzipped it to retrieve his pajamas from the pile. "I'm not going to get attacked by the shower, am I?" he called out over his shoulder as he stepped into the bathroom. While the main room of the cabin was decorated with rustic trinkets that matched the primal atmosphere, he was relieved to find that the bathroom had been decorated in a very modern style.

"I have taught you all that I can, my young dragon rider," Liiria giggled from beside the fireplace. "It's just like the one we have at home," she added, putting down the poker and silently stalking across the room as she heard him undress and crept closer as she heard him step into the shower.

She waited until she heard the shower door close and the hot water steam up the glass before silently creeping in to begin the first phase of her many surprises.

Mike extended his arms in a T-pose, allowing the hot air from the drying vents to rid his body of water. After ensuring every inch was dry with his eyes closed, he opened the shower door, concluding the drying cycle prematurely. The bathroom was now enveloped in thick steam, but he quickly realized that the pajamas he'd left on the vanity were nowhere to be found. Blinking a stray droplet from his eyes, he scanned the room, also noticing the absence of his dirty clothes as well.

"Hey, babe. Did you take my clothes?" he inquired, stepping into the main living area after opening the bathroom door. "I think you may have grabbed my pajamas as well..." Mike's words trailed off as he spotted his dragoness by the fireplace.

Stretching out on the bearskin rug, the purple dragoness assumed a provocative pose. One hind leg lifted invitingly, and she looked at him with an alluring expression. Initially, Mike thought she was wearing her harness, but upon closer inspection, he realized she was adorned in nothing but a wide silk ribbon. Its crimson hue contrasted against her lavender fur, accentuating her curves and contours and guiding his gaze to the large bow nestled between her thighs. "Merry Christmas, Mike," she said softly, struggling to maintain her composure, her green eyes twinkling in the firelight. "Do you like your present?"

Mike's eyes widened, his jaw agape as he gazed at Liiria. His eyes traced down her body before returning to her face, and his cheeks flushed red. A sound escaped his mouth, and he swallowed, clearing his throat. “I-I... you- you look amazing,” he stuttered. The white fur running down her underside almost glowed orange in the reflection of the roaring fireplace. The only sound in the cabin was the crackle of logs splitting as the purple dragoness rolled onto her side, reaching out with her forepaws. She gestured with a grabbing motion, inviting him over.

Mike's legs moved automatically as he walked toward her, his gaze captivated by the delightful sight before him. Stepping onto the rug, he quickly knelt down and crawled alongside her, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered between kisses, his hands exploring her neck and shoulders as she pulled him into a warm embrace.

“You like?” she giggled, nuzzling his neck with her snout. Her hind legs wrapped around his calves, pulling him into a warm hug.

“Oh, I like,” Mike smiled, “but maybe I should unwrap my present.” Kissing the bridge of her snout, he began tracing kisses down her cheek to her jaw and throat, shuffling further down her body while combing his fingers through her fur.

Liiria's heart raced as he kissed her chest, drifting lower toward her bow. Spreading her legs wide to give him access, she arched her back when he pressed his face against her belly fur and continued even lower.

Rolling her onto her back, Mike straddled her tail and lifted his chest off her to admire her handiwork. “How did you do all the knots?” he asked, looping a finger under the silk ribbon. He could see the care put into making it into a harness she could wear. The broad ribbons clung to her body but still allowed enough movement to walk with a series of knots forming the leg loops.

“Slowly?” Liiria offered with a giggle. “Let's just say that I'm kind of glad your flight was delayed. I've been preparing this all day,” she explained, her voice changing pitch as he stroked her inner thighs with both hands.

"Well, I'm glad I'm here now," he said and looped his fingers under the soft ribbon. Slowly moving down her thighs, he held the tails of the bow gently and looked into her emerald eyes. Pulling, he felt the bow gradually become undone, revealing her puffy slit to the warm cabin air. "You always make the best gifts," he chuckled as he leaned down to kiss the apex of her slit and smiled when she whined softly in need.

Delving his tongue into her pussy, he discovered her to be incredibly wet already, her walls clenching down on his invading tongue as he began to eat her out in earnest. "Mmmnghh, yes," she moaned softly, tilting her head back against the beat skin rug as he pleasured her. Her toes clenched tight as his hand made its way to her clit and gently massaged the sensitive spot. "This—this was meant to be your present," she gasped.

"This is," Mike whispered before using his thumbs to spread her labia slightly and delve his tongue deeper.

Her heart soared as her mate continued to pleasure her. Despite their differences, she loved how he always took great care to build her pleasure up slowly. After all the years they had been together, he had become more and more attuned to her body. He knew exactly where to focus his touch and by how much, resulting in her climax building like a tide, rising and rising until it blocked out all other thoughts.

He could tell she was enjoying his touch by the way her breathing was becoming rapid, and her back and tail arched to press her groin against his face. With her hips coming off the ground, he wrapped his arms under her rump and held her thighs tightly, just like the hugs she loved to receive. Running his fingers through her dense fur, he held on tight as her pleasure continued to build.

Liiria's front paws were tucked close to her chest while she closed her eyes and cried out in bliss. She had expected Mike to just dive on her and ride her to his completion but was not complaining as she felt her climax build higher and higher.

“Mmm, Mike.” She opened her eyes but found herself struggling to focus her vision. “Mike, wait.” She managed to gasp and relaxed her thighs, unaware that she had been holding his head between them. Curling her neck, she looked down her furred body to see him looking up at her.

“What's wrong-”

“Fuck me.” Liiria gasped, her chest rising and falling quickly. “Please, I'm so close,” she panted desperately. “Please-”

Her voice hitching as Mike kissed her slit one more time and began to trace kisses up her belly and chest. “My Liiria doesn't need to say please.” He murmured into her fur as he moved up her body until his legs were just behind hers and his head level with her collarbone. Lifting up slightly, he reached between them and grabbed his hard cock, running it up between her slit, his pre mixed with her fluids to create a slick cocktail of lust. “I love you, Liiria.” He said warmly while looking into her brilliant green eyes. Rolling his hips, he slowly pressed his length into her slick depths and groaned in bliss. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Liiria opened her mouth to reply but the words fell short as she felt him hilt inside her. His loving gaze held hers as he began to thrust in and out of her wet depths. “Mmmghh!” She groaned and tensed her whole body, her hind legs wrapping around his waist as he continued to take her.

Mike was in bliss, the slick wetness of her vagina enveloped his hard cock. The gentle suction on every backstroke complementing the velvety texture of her quivering walls with every thrust. Sweat began to build on his brow but he continued his pace, determined to keep her at the edge for as long as possible before finishing with her.

Shifting his hands, he guided her forepaws to wrap around his shoulders. He knew she loved a good cuddle and hug, and once her paw pads touched his shoulder, he felt her latch onto him while he continued to hump into her.

“I'm close.” She gasped, her head tilted back against the rug as she tried to match his thrusts by undulating her tail.

“Let go, Liiria,” Mike moaned, his hands finding their way under her shoulders to hold her close. “I’ve got you, I won't stop until you are done.” He promised. Squeezing her gently he increased his pace, the wet sounds of his hips meeting hers mixing with their ragged breaths and the crackle of the roaring fire.

Liiria could feel her climax building and held him close, anchoring herself to him as she rode the waves of bliss that washed through her.

Mike kissed her collarbone while speeding up to a powerful finish. He could feel her walls clenching and shuddering around his shaft as her climax took over her body. Her powerful egg laying muscles now milking his driving length for everything he had. Holding her tight in his arms he groaned before giving a series of hard sharp thrusts and then hilted inside her.

His hard length spasmed inside her velvety depths as he came inside Liiria, her body working with his to drain his balls of his pent up seed while his hips shuddered against hers.

As the tension in her body melted away, she felt every jet of his warmth throb inside her and held him close with her legs. His weight on her chest and belly felt comforting as his release slowly tapered out.

Slowly regaining his breath, Mike kissed her chest and looked up at her. Smiling happily at the blissful expression on her face, she curled her neck to the side in order to look at him upside down with her head pressed against the rug. “Merry Christmas, Liiria.”

“Merry Christmas, Mike.” She panted in return. Feeling him soften inside her, she was glad that he leaned back and withdrew from her depths, taking care to shuffle back and not drip any of their combined fluids on her fur.

“Let me get a towel,” Mike said and chuckled as she reached under the head of the bearskin rug to retrieve a washcloth. Catching it in the air, he cleaned himself up before folding it over and gently tracing the outside of her sensitive slit. “You were prepared.”

“You were late!” She retorted playfully and relaxed as he took care of her. “Thank you, Mike. I like it when you take care of me like this.”

Mike smiled and folded the cloth again to gently stroke her slit. She was clean but didn't stop. “I like to take care of my Christmas presents.”

Her warm giggle made him grin. Rolling onto her side, she gestured for him to lay down for a cuddle by the fireplace. Tossing the washcloth to the side, he shuffled up and lay down so his head was level with hers. With her front paws wrapped around him and holding him close, she closed her eyes as he stroked her cheek. “Well, that was only part one of your Christmas present,” she whispered.

“Oh, was it now?” Mike chuckled. Between the fireplace at his back and the warm dragoness holding him close, he couldn't think of anything else he could ever wish for.