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Lathera watched the human working through their camp with an increasing feeling of both annoyance and pity for the little creature. She didn't enjoy the pity she felt, but it was hard not to feel it stirring as she considered the situation. The thrall wasn't going to be able to come with them once they were on the wing, but he seemed desperate to stay with Takkas. He spent most of the day tending to her and doing little things to please the dragonelle, for she was a dragonelle now. Her wings had finally uncased the night before and they were ready to take flight, which meant their time here was at an end. It also meant they would have to do something with the thrall. She sighed a little and watched as he polished a set of knives he liked to use to straighten their scales, seemingly happy as he hummed something under his breath in whatever tongue he had been born with.

Takkas had spent the day on the wing, testing them in short flights as Lathera had last night, which meant they were left alone in the camp. She flicked her tail a little bit and thoughtfully tapped her sii in the ground. If she left the choice to her lover, she had no doubt that Takkas would insist Nathean continue with them one way or another. She had tried to talk to her, tried to explain that the human would be better off with his own people, but the other dragonelle wouldn't listen and that made it harder for her to find an argument that would work. Now, she had to do something that she didn't know would work or not. She had no idea how intelligent the thrall was, but she knew that he was at least intelligent enough that he could work out simple problems and read, which meant he had to understand the way of the world.

“Thrall!" She called out and tried to soften her voice, but he still flinched and looked at her warily, as if she were something dangerous. “Come here, I won't bite."

_I have never bitten him! I wish they could understand the difference between irritation and anger. _ She thought and flicked her tail behind him as he approached.

He was darker than he had been at the start of all of this. His skin was now a very deep golden color that was pleasing to the eye in its own right. If it had been the skin on a dragon she might have called it handsome, but the lack of scale washed that appreciation away for the most part. He had begun to pull his hair back in the way of the humans they saw in the valley and that revealed a pair of startling bright green eyes. They were very like her own coloration and they were intelligent enough she adjusted her approach as she lowered her head closer to him and tilted her head all the way to one side so that she could clearly see him.

“We will be leaving here soon, I am sure you are aware that Takkas and I intend to travel." She started slowly in drakine, trying to make sure he would understand her. “We have our wings now and won't be walking."

“I understand, mistress, I will follow." He answered and nodded his head, making her snort slightly before she gave her head a shake.

“You could walk day and night and still never catch up to us." She pointed out logically. “You have been remarkably helpful here, but we are going where you cannot follow. You have earned a reward and that reward should be your freedom."

“I am free." Nathaen answered shockingly and tilted his head. “I am not chained here and neither of you would have hunted me down if I had left unless I had told others about you."

Lathera hadn't talked much to the human as a general rule, she didn't find it that interesting and most of them were grubby little things that she wished would leave her alone. She knew that this one had a good grasp of drakine, but it was shockingly articulate as he answered her. He kept his tone very deferential as he spoke, but there was no denying the fact that he was contradicting her. Her very first instinct was the strike out at him, but it was very fleeting, she turned her head to look at him a bit more closely and narrowed her eyes as he kept his head up and watched her. He was tense and ready to run, he was fearful, but he stood firmly.

“How do you think you will follow us?" She asked finally and tried to draw him out into realizing just how foolish his plan was.

“I will take a horse from the people down there. Then I can travel faster. Mistress Takkas will tell me where to meet you and I will meet you." He sounded quite sure and she was surprised that he had planned it out as much as he had.

_He is smarter than I thought. _ She shifted and tried to think of how to explain it to him. Takkas wouldn't willingly abandon him, but if he left on his own..

“You could, but that is no life for you. If you ever missed us, you might never find us again." Lathera tried to sound reasonable as she spoke. “Do you not want a mate of your own? A home? I can make sure you are far outside of the Lavadome's reach and live out your life in peace."

“Mate? What mate? Any humans I meet will know me for a stranger. I was raised to serve, I wish to serve." He set his features in a stubborn look. “Am I such a burden to you, Mistress? I enjoy cleaning and caring for you, I keep the camp clean, I fix your meat and spice it the way you enjoy it best. I can read and speak to humans for you, I can help you."

“It is not fair for you, thrall." Lathera stated flatly, but was finding her arguments falling flat as he looked up at her.

“Why do you decide what is fair for me, Mistress? If I were unhappy, I would leave, I am not unhappy." Nathaen murmured and tipped his head forward.

This was the longest she had ever spoken with the human and she found it interesting that he viewed his role as that of a free creature. She gave her head a shake, her crest slipping against her head as the dragonelle let out a short sound of frustration and sat up so that she was towering over him. He stepped back slightly, but didn't give much ground as he continued to look at her with his wide honest eyes.

“If I lose you, then I lose you, but I hope I do not. I hope that you will enjoy what I might offer you and that you will come to value me." He continued on and then gave a slight bow. “If I have offended you with my service, you need only tell me how."

“You speak well, thrall." She growled and turned away with a flick of her tail, not sure how to answer him. She had hoped he would be eager for his freedom, instead he seemed to be eager to continue his life as it was. What sort of human would want that?

_I will get Takkas relaxed and speak to her, she will be more amenable to listen if she has her guard down. If I can convince her, than the human will stay. _ She nodded slightly to herself, feeling a bit more confident with the plan.

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Takkas gloried in the feel of her wings beneath her, the sweep of the wind was making her heart hammer faster in her chest as she swept over the thermals. She wanted to lunge all the way into the sky, as high as she could possibly go and never come back again. It was a fleeting thought, she knew that humans ranged close enough that she didn't want them to see her while as she testing her wings. Lathera had already helped her find a spot that was easy to fly in when the dragonelle had gone on night flights. It was freedom the likes of which she had dreamed of since the day she could understand what wings were for. She flew over areas that might take hours to walk through and saw places she would have had little hope of seeing if she was still on all fours. It put her in a fine mood as she swept over the camp and saw Lathera sunning herself on a flat rock, the emerald color matching the brilliant leaves behind her.

The other dragonelle barely lifted her head as Takkas flared her wings wide and dipped down to the ground with as much grace as she could possibly manage. It wasn't quite the way she wanted to land, she pictured herself dropping onto her saa and then falling to all fours, but she ended up with a scramble. It was still a decent landing and she was given a prumm of approval from her friend as she shook her head and flexed her lean graceful wings. They weren't as large or muscular as Lathera's, but she felt that she was a bit more agile on the air than the other female. It wasn't a competition, but it pleased her as she stepped forward to playfully bump her snout against the other female with an effusion of affection.

There was no sign of Nathaen, but that was hardly surprising. He had been up quite early working on his skins and was likely asleep when he knew that any day she might rouse him to start walking early on. It made it a relaxed setting with Lathera seeming in quite a fine mood as she spread her sii to play against the ground lightly and her eyes closed. She was relaxed even to the point that her wings were drooping to either side so that they could be coated in the warm sunlight that was just starting to disappear for the evening. She was a lovely sight.

“I think we're cleared for tomorrow or the next day, I saw the range you were talking about and the distance. If the sea is there, it will be exciting!" She snorted playfully and dropped down onto the sun warm rocked as the other female let out a soft laugh.

“I think there are a few islands out there we can look to, but we will need to find metal soon." Lathera tilted her head and nipped an errant scale. “It has been too long since we've had anything besides bits of iron, a good mouthful of gold or silver would be welcome."

“Gold." Takkas nearly salivated at the idea and stretched her full length. “We could rob the humans, it would be easy to do a smash and run."

While they had been with the Firemaids, they had been given metal with their meals. It wasn't often anything more exotic than a bit of silver for a job well done, mostly it was coppers and iron, but it was of good quality ore. Here they had made do with what they could snuffle up and push out from the earth or dig out of side of the rock face. Most of it wasn't terribly pure and it was going to start showing on their scales if they didn't get something decent soon. The scent of the men in armor and the bits of horse brass were delightful when it wafted their way, which made it all the more important that they get a supply. If they raided, they'd be able to snatch as much as they could carry and perhaps a bit more and go through it as their leisure.

“It's easier to arrange something more beneficial. If we're planning on leaving tomorrow I think we can approach one of those small groups if we are careful." Lathera spoke with uncharacteristic caution, twining herself around Takkas affectionately. “We can give them a few routes up here where we have stayed, we will have little use for it once we leave and they could find the information valuable."

“Perhaps… But they might have spears and weapons." She shivered as Lathera deliberately licked along the nape of her neck. “I wouldn't wish to find out that they were hiding something from us like that."

“We would be careful." Lathera mumbled, the dragonelle growing a bit more affectionate with her caresses. “It would be easy."

“We could have my thrall approach them. He is human and they would take a deal from him." She twisted her tail around her lover's firmly and gave a slow smile. “It would be easy to sell a bit of shed scale or claw to the humans, and little risk to us."

“Mmm…" Lathera didn't comment, but Takkas persisted with a little bit of a shiver as she was partially rolled against the rock.

“He would do well all along the way if we were simply going to be selling bits of claw or shed scales." She offered with a hint of eagerness while talons danced down the line of her stomach and caused her to suck down a shivering breath. “You are in a mood today."

“Mmhmmm…" The dragonelle answered with a rumble, not even trying to continue the conversation as Takkas hissed out a sound and closed her eyes. There would be time enough later to talk of serious things.

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Nathaen woke in the early hours of the morning to the all too familiar sounds of the dragonelle engaged in their passion. It was a noise that made his blood boil and his heart race while he leaned down in his bed roll and tried to be quiet while turning his head. The fire had been banked, but that didn't mean it was entirely dark. Their bodies were spread out as Takkas moaned out and pawed at her lover, clutching her while they ground against one another in a fashion that made his entire body burn with internal fire. It was a pose that made him want to slide from his blankets to press between them, to feel the sleek mounds pressed against his body in a way that would fill him with their scent and taste, but he was stuck resting in his bed as the smaller dragoness let out a orgasmic cry of pleasure and there was a snarl from Lathera as the bigger female rolled over to pin the smaller one down in a more dominant pose. Her wings were spread open, but he was already moving to roll onto his stomach to stare at the way their hips were arching.

He didn't know if this was torture or close to everything he wanted out of life, all he knew was that he was lost in the sight of them. He had witnessed their coming together several times as they generally seemed to care little if he was watching them or not, but each time it grew harder to stay back. If Lathera had remained snarling and angry at him, it would have been easier, but she had begun to treat him with more dignity that made it harder for him to think about her as competition. The way that she instigated things with Takkas meant that he was given more intimate views of the object of his affection more often and he relaxed his guard while he felt himself hardening in his pants as the pair grew themselves down in a panting pile, their chests rising and falling heavily, prumming to one another in the afterglow of their pleasure.

He could even scent it. The musk of a male dragon was an abrasive thing that made him gag, but the dragonelle had a strange sweetness to it that made him wonder at what they tasted like. He leaned his head back and shifted in his bedroll slowly to keep any attention away from him as he considered the two females. He didn't think that they cared that he watched, or at least, they didn't think of him so much as a dragon watching them. They preferred privacy, but when the moment took them he had been frequently able to watch them engage with one another in a way that made his heart hammer in his throat and his evenings end up rather heatedly spent pleasuring himself. It was only a tease, though, at this point he felt frustrated as each day didn't get him any closer to what he truly wanted and desired.

“You will have to make a choice still." Lathera's voice was soft in the darkness as the pair stretched out, still partially entwined together. “It is unfair that he chase us, he will kill himself trying to keep up."

They're talking about me. He stiffened up and shifted beneath the covers, tilting his head so that he could hear them in the darkness.

“He enjoys my company and I enjoy his. It is pleasant to have some parts of our journey's made comfortable." Takkas responded, a bit defensively. “If he cannot keep up, I can simply carry him."

“I understand he is something of a pet to you, but what life is it for him to follow us? Eventually we will meet other dragonelles and dragons, what will you do if they eat him?" Lathera's voice was firm and pitiless and made him want to leap up in protest.

He had always tried his best to be quiet and deferential to the dragonelle, she was tricky at best and he had been sure that she might eat him if she felt the whim take her. She had begun to treat him with more civility, which had led him to speaking to her with enough boldness that he was lucky that he had been partially quivering on the inside. He thought he might have impressed her with how he spoke, but he found it hard to judge what she might really think. He had hoped that he made his point to her, that he wasn't going to simply wander off because she thought he should, but now the conversation was turning into something that made him ball his fists up in his furs.

“I shall not let them eat him, of course." Takkas stated plainly and there was a sound of movement. “Has he caused us any difficulties? Caused you any difficulties?"

“No, but-“ Lathera started, the more dominant female starting to speak in a firm tone, but for once Takkas stood up to her with a soft growl.

“Then we will worry about it when he does cause difficulties!" She responded firmly and there was the sound of move movement.

Nathaen watched as she shifted and moved in the darkness, extracting herself out from the hold of the dragonelle and gave herself a shake. It wasn't quite angry enough to be worrisome, but she was leaving and the human shifted in the blankets as Lathera rolled onto her stomach to watch her companion go. He didn't dare move or draw attention to his presence. Even if she didn't feel inclined to eat him, it would be easy for her to take her anger out on him. She might even swipe him up and take him away to drop off somewhere that Takkas couldn't find him. He even closed his eyes as he heard the dragonelle say something under her breath before she began to twist herself up for sleep. He just had to wait until she was dozing and then he could seek out Takkas and make sure that he would not be left behind. She had defended him, but to what extent?

~ ~ * ~ ~

Takkas stepped into the small creek and tried to remove the annoyance from her thoughts as the cold water rushed around her ankles. When dawn come they would leave, and then she would have to make her choice. She was annoyed enough that she even growled a bit at the cold water that lapped around her ankles, feeling the wet tackiness of arousal between her legs that she wished to clean off. Normally she would have simply gone to sleep, but now she was too annoyed. She briefly longed for the warm springs of the Lavadome instead of the chill clean mountain stream, the ability to have those wiser than she to make the right choices for her. It was a fleeting longing and annoyance, but it was there as she realized just what she was going to be choosing when she left. IT would be leaving behind the last tie to the Lavadome, leaving everything behind, but it was likely the right choice.

She stepped further into the water and dropped down to let it rush over her, her annoyance starting to slip away with the chill rush that tickled over her scales. Her wings were aching faintly, the throb of them not quite painful, but a reminder that she had stretched them well. Once she was flying more consistently it would barely be an ache, but that would take time. She concentrated on that future instead of her irritation as she dipped her head down and let the clear cool water fall down along her muzzle. The trickle fell down the length of her neck and made her shiver. She gave herself a shake and relaxed her wings to either side while her mind continued rushing about her problem. It was in the middle of working out her problems that she was interrupted, her mind on other things and not on the sounds of the woods surrounding her.

“Shall I help you clean up, Mistress?" Nathaen's voice was startling in the darkness as the thrall came out, looking a good deal more awake than he should have been.

He was barely dressed, but he rarely wore anything more than a simple waist covering while he was sleeping. He was likely fishing, a habit that baffled her, but he enjoyed the bright silver fish he was able to net in the river at night, and had an even greater fondness for the eels. He blinked a little in the darkness, his eyes fixated on one of her wings instead of her head, which meant he was having problems seeing her. It was strange how helpless these creatures were. In the dark they were nearly useless, which was why so many couples preferred caves for their egg shelves. How could Lathera say he would be better off on his own? He could barely function with their help! He would be dead within a week if he were left on his own and that was being hopeful. She snorted a little bit and shifted, making him look towards her turning head when she lowered it down.

“I suppose, were you fishing?" She queried and flicked her tail as the human moved towards her side in the darkness, a bag of his tools slung over his shoulders.

“I heard you and thought you might be sore, Mistress." Nathean answered with a slight lilt to his voice that made her settle down where he could run a hand along her haunch. “I can make it better."

Takkas sighed a little bit and let the human clamber his way in closer, there was no reason to deny him. She could have had him start a fire, but she didn't want to draw Lathera's attention to where she was and she certainly had no intention of continuing the argument. Enough had been said to leave her with things to think about, she didn't want to suffer through being lectured. Things just weren't happening the way that she had imagined or planned for.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Nathean's heart was pounding in his chest as he used a large cloth to wipe down the scaling along Takka's tail and felt the warmth of her body against his finger tips. He was aware of the fact she was distracted from him, but that didn't make it an ounce less enjoyable to stroke his fingers along either side of the broad tail base while he attended her. She smelled of sex and arousal still, two scents that made his body yearn for her in a way that cast away even the smallest glimmer of shame. He had nothing but adoration as he worked his fingers down along each of her scales lightly and moved to seat himself against the dimple of her hind leg. The heat from her was strangely intense, not as warm as a fire, but it chased against his side as he savored the closeness of her.

He had cleaned her side and wings with a tender care that had made her let out soft noises of appreciation, but this was the part he took even further care with. She wasn't protesting his presence even when he was nearly done, she was thinking which gave him a chance to glimpse along the underside of her tail. The moon and stars weren't enough to give him close detail, but there was enough of a glistening wetness that he was nearly shaking as he damped the cloth again and slowly moved his touch to the underside of her tail. It was a bold move that had his heart hammering as he waited for her to draw from his touch, but she allowed him to begin to wash beneath her tail with smooth strokes, each one lifting a little higher as he felt his tongue go dry.

He wanted to touch her, to feel the soft scales that outlined her vent, and pick his way along the length of the pursed lips so that he could feel the wetness cling to his fingers. He reached for them, rubbing back and forth with just enough to appear to be cleaning as he edged towards the softness of those scales. He had never touched her there, but she was so pliant in his touch that he wanted to press his bounds. If she left him tomorrow, he would at least have that memory of her. He slipped his touch higher, gliding until he felt the small miniscule scales against the pads of his fingers and the slippery wetness that still clung there. It was viscous and made her smooth to the touch as he stroked gingerly, trying to appear to be cleaning as he drew the fabric upwards, but his lips were parted with rapid breaths of pleasure as he felt how the scales grew smaller the higher up he went.

Takkas didn't make a noise of pleasure or protest, she was awake, but her talons were scraping lightly on a bit of rock to sharpen them instead of paying attention to what was happening and that worked for him. He trailed in small circles as he experienced the way the small scales interlocked to feel almost velvety beneath his touch. The scent of her was so unique that he wanted to run his tongue against them, a thought he reined in with effort as he moved his palm up and gave a slow rub that trailed along the dimpled line just at the base of her tail and trailed towards her mound. His eyes closed as he felt his way and the dragonelle shifted and he could almost feel her attention snapping towards him.

“You still need to be cleaned, Mistress." He spoke before Takkas could say anything, and his fingers curled just a touch to rub against her. “If you would let me?"

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Takkas was shocked that she didn't answer right away, she felt the human hand touching an extremely intimate part of her body and the first instinct was to lift her tail and smack him for such bold behavior. That was tempered with her affection for him, but she was frozen as the fingers rubbed scaling in such a way that it sent a slight shake along her spine and her body immediately tensed up. The touch was wholly unlike Lathera's tongue or talons, they were small and agile as they seemed to trace the individual scales that were interlinked around her mound. When mating with a male she had been assured that their rough scales stimulated the area quite wonderfully to bring a female to mating fire, but she had never experienced it. Nathaen's touch confused her and made her shift her weight and nearly yank her haunches away, but he only rubbed the cloth up under her tail lightly and she felt it drawing right over the mess that had been made by her earlier enjoyment.

“I suppose." She answered, unsure of why she didn't deny him, but she gave the answer and felt the fingers sliding open against her again.

The thrall didn't respond, but the fingers trickled cool water up beneath her tail and he tried to lift the heavy appendage until she was made to lift it up for him if she wanted him to touch her. She had heard that body-thralls frequently tended many places on a dragonelle, but she hadn't considered that it might ever be done to her own body. It was strange as the human fingers explored and carefully began to bathe her with a touch that spread outwards with tender little rubs that made her suck in a breath between her teeth. She turned her head away from him, feeling strange to be watching him as the cool damp rag washed away the worst of the shared juices that had been drawn out between herself and Lathera. The chill feel of it was welcome as her body ran warm when the finger tips were used to carefully work between the scales with the same eye for detail that he always gave to her body.

It was no different than how he made sure the scales on her face were shaped and aligned properly, but the scales on her face weren't connected to nerves that gleefully made her lower belly warm up. She closed her eyes and tried, at first, to ignore the sensations they caused her. It was impersonal to be groomed, and she distanced herself from the feel of being cleaned, but this was not quite the same as having her snout or wings given attention. Nathaen seemed to have a devilishly good grasp on how sensitive certain parts of her were and he was using a feather light touch as he cleaned away the arousal from her mound. He barely touched her and she realized that her body was starting to create more of a mess for him to try and clean up. She flexed her sii and felt the fingers gingerly slide up and brush against one side of her vent, gliding through the wetness before the cloth brushed over her.

She shivered. She couldn't stop the natural movement from flowing down her as he carefully washed her. He wasn't even so careful of the fragile scales around her eyes and she found herself lifting her tail to him in response, feeling the way that he was stroking over her appealing to new responses. Lathera was forceful in her attentions, though it was pleasurable, the tongue was quite delving and exploring, this was quite the opposite. The feather light strokes were offset with the drag of cloth, the fabric often run though the water so that it was coupled with the contrast of chill water trickling downwards over the pink exposed flesh of her vent. The build up of touches made it harder for her to think about who was doing it and it was easier to relax into the strokes.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Nathean was shaking, he couldn't believe it was happening. It was so like some of his fantasies that he felt his shaft pulled tight against his clothing, ready to burst if he so much as touched it. It was a painful pleasure as he felt to either side of the warm mound that was starting to grow more and more enflamed by the moment. The wetness that had been shared between the dragonelle was soon replaced with fresh sweet juices that were covering his finger tips as he leaned in close and swallowed. Takkas didn't say a word, she was stiff and her tail raised, he didn't dare say anything for fear that she was snap her tail down and turn on him when he was so close to what he desired. He paused only when he had to wash the cloth and when it returned he sometimes heard her suck in a breath and let it go with a shaky noise.

He moved his palm up, feeling the way the scales became softer and tighter to her body. He had always thought of her scaling as interlinked armor with hard sharp edges, but here it was soft. They weren't frail, but supple as he rubbed and felt them turning to smooth near hide like appearance before his thumb ran up and he closed his eyes. He felt dizzy as he brushed the warm sleek edge of her vent, the wetness coated his thumb tip, smearing along the edges as he trailed up and down. It was so soft, velvety feeling and sleek as he pressed forward, the hand with the cloth brushed the other side as he leaned in closer. He could feel the wetness soaking the tip of his pants as he rubbed her and trailed downwards.

She was so large, almost frighteningly so, and some part of his mind thought that it was wrong he was reacting this way to a species not his own, but it was a small part. He stroked her slowly, feeling the way the warm sleek outer lips rippled under his touch. It was so soft feeling, the warmth of it made him slide further upwards before going down again. He was leaning closer, lured to the presence of her body as he began to slip his hand up towards the line of the plump lips. He felt them starting to splay open around his finger tips, the slow stretch made him shiver slightly while she tensed up and then relaxed. He didn't try to plunge himself past her folds, he only worked to press himself inwards with slow delicate dip, his breathing began to come too fast, his body was wired tight as his head pressed against the side of her tail.

He smoothed his hand against her, feeling how slick she was growing. It wasn't just left over from her tryst, it was delightfully warm feeling against the finger tips as he explored and let out a low soft sound. He wanted to touch himself, but he didn't dare move away, he was frightened even that soft sound would disturb her as he moved to the apex of her mound and felt his fingers slip forward between them. The incredible heat held him tightly, the inner lining clung against his fingers as he rubbed forward with a light stroke and then relaxed his touch before moving backwards again. She was prumming to herself and her hips were dipped lower, her body bared to him in a way that made him press his luck as he began to slowly ease his hand into her passage.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The butterfly touch was growing increasingly appealing as Takkas relaxed into his strokes. They were so strange, but the way he lingered around the outer edges had left her sensitive to the way he was stroking her. She growled softly under her breath, the sound one of pleasure as he pulled his hand upwards and tugged just along her outer walls. His head rested against her, he was no longer trying to wash her, but reacting to the way she was basking into the way he touched her. His breathing came in a slight hitch that she could hear and then he stroked back down again and she shifted her tail and simply let herself feel the way he caressed her. He rubbed the outer edge in a light kneading motion that gathered up her wetness and slipped back and forth messily, the rubs were building together and frequently causing her internal walls to react with contractions.

Humans had always had such clever hands and she found that it was true in all ways as his fingers dipped forward and just barely started to press into her passage, the light spread caused her to tense slightly. His fingers weren't large enough to do more than just barely rub the inside line of her vulva, but oh how it teased her. She blew out a breath and rubbed her chin against a smooth rock as he started to rub up and down. He was just barely inside of her, caressing testingly as her wetness was coating around his finger tips and pushing up towards his knuckles. When he trailed out she felt her walls clamping down as if she were trying to hold onto a full sized cock not just the bare dip of the fingers and that seemed to embolden the thrall.

She felt his hand sliding forward, her walls opened around him easily. His entire hand was just a bit larger than a tongue and her walls were sliding open around him. Without a thought the dragonelle parted her legs for him and swallowed a low prumm of pure desire at the feel of the fingers curling just inside of her. Nathean rubbed and pushed forward a bit deeper and she squeezed her eyes shut while he massaged inside of her slowly. He rubbed her in the same way he rubbed her back or wings, the curling dig that pressed into her muscles and caused her to gasp out when his forearm began to slide deeper. He was pushing himself slowly, his cheek pressed so tightly against her haunch that she could almost feel the heat of his breath as she felt her cunny contracting down again tightly, pulling his arm in deeper. Her mind roiling with the sensation of pleasure that was starting to build up and make her lock her legs in place as he muffled a noise.

When he pushed forward, she felt him resting against her loins, the sudden caress was startling enough that it nearly broke the spell and then the wet slather of a small tongue darted out. She was so sensitive that she could feel it dipping over her before she arched her back and stopped a call of pleasure from bursting from her throat. Her walls rippled around his arm, feeling his shoulder pressed against him, so deep for even the large human and he was rubbing through her as her orgasm hit her with throb after throb of white hot fire. It wasn't the wild lustful passions she experienced with her lover, it was strange and extended, making her muscles bunch and relax, shaking in place.

“Takkas?" Lathera's voice broke over the pair of them so quickly that Takkas nearly knocked the thrall down as her tail snapped. “I'm sorry we argued, it was wrong of me to bring it up."

The dragonelle wasn't close, at least not close enough to see, but she felt the arm pulling from her as Nathean stumbled backwards. Both of them were dazed looking, eyes wide as she saw the glistening wet juices coating him as she heard the sound of the other female padding along the stream. Takkas didn't know what to do, she locked in place, her tail tucking down slightly as the thrall gave a glance up at her. In the darkness, it was hard to read his face, but he bolted so swiftly that she wondered if he did so out of fear she was about to snap him down or terror of what Lathera would do. The dragonelle had no idea where he went, only that she stood in place as her companion approached her. For all she knew, the thrall was running away as she stood there, frightened of what had just happened. Even she didn't know just what had happened. She simply sat and waited for her companion, unsure of how or even if she would talk about what she had done.

Nathaen simply ran, bolting down the path before stopping with his heart hammering against his chest and elation filling his being. The scent and taste of the dragonelle clung to his lips as he felt his throbbing length in his pants. He had done it, he had touched her as more than simply her servant and she had let him. If Lathera hadn't called, he could only imagine how much further it might have gone. He felt his heart fluttering faster and listened to the sound of Takkas answering her companion while he moved his hand to slide beneath his covering with a light caress that made him bite back a moan of pure pleasure.

_I'm not going to be left behind. I refuse! _

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Lathera was salivating as she woke up in the morning, the dream stirring her formlessly before she drew in a breath and tasted the scent of something dearly missed. SILVER! She nearly shot her head up fast enough to crack the sleepy Takkas under the chin as she drank in the scent of the metal and began swallow an excess of saliva as she swung her head around. The rapid movements had two immediate effects, it woke Takkas to the point that the drowsy dragonelle complained and began to snuffle, and a horse squealed out angrily to one side of them. She blinked her eyes several times in an attempt to clear them, heaving up as she saw a pile of cups and plates piled up right in front of them. Not much, barely more than a clawful, but it was silver and copper, and bits of iron all mixed together that had her moving forward as Takkas snorted.

“Did you go see the humans?" Takkas asked slowly and gave her head a bit of a shake, looking dim as she tried to wake up.

“No, I didn't." She answered with a shake of her head and watched as the smaller dragonelle moved forward and blinked in confusion. She licked out and snatched up a brass coin before asking anymore questions.

It wasn't unexpected, her companion had slept strangely even after she had apologized for what had happened the night before. She had woken up frequently to Takkas shifting and trying to find a comfortable position. It had gotten so bad that she had untwined from the dragonelle and curled up in a ball as if she were a drakka still. However, she shared the confusion as the stomping black horse pranced about and threw his head with his ears flat back and his teeth being bared just beyond the pile of precious metal that kept dragging her attention to it. She took a step and reached out to flick her tongue out, ignoring the horse in favor of snatching up a silver cup and shivering pleasantly at the metal rolling on her tongue before she closed her jaws around it and suckled over the sweet metal, not yet willing to swallow.

“Stomp you!" The horse squealed again and jerked against the tied off reins, but was soon given something else to pay attention to as the thrall appeared.

Nathaen was dressed in odd looking clothes and looked sweaty and even filthier than normal. He was blinking, he didn't look as put together as he normally did and he moved to grab the reins to keep ahold of them so the stallion didn't break free. He was making noises to try and sooth the animal, appearing to be quite nervous about managing the animal, even awkward. Lathera swallowed the softening goblet and felt a pleasant warmth spreading through her as she did so, it had been too long since she'd had a good bit of silver in her. It helped clear her head of the immediate haze of need that had rushed to the foreground of her thoughts, leaving her shaking her head a few times.

“Did you do this?" She asked, and then rearranged it. “How did you do this?"

“They slept, Mistress, I freed one of the horses and the bags it had." He answered, nearly clinging to the angry horse that whistled out when Takkas jerked her head up in shock. “Your scales need tending, dragons need metal, I brought you metal and now I can come with you."

“Come with us?" Takkas' voice was quite soft, almost incredulous, but Lathera was looking at the human with a bit more renewed interest.

He was grimly clinging to the horse, but the animal was starting to slowly settle itself down beside her. It was no longer plunging around crazily, it was letting itself be soothed as its nose was stroked several times. It was still watching both dragonelles with suspicion, but the thrall was between it and them, with his eyes fixed on them with a determination that impressed her. He had actually stolen a horse! The sheer gall it had taken for him to do that was worthy of the Drakwatch and made her prumm approval, the first such sound she had ever directed at a thrall. If he wished to follow them so badly, why should she stop him? It was obvious that he was prepared to do whatever it took, and the pile of metal in front of them was enough that they could save some for later even.

“Well, then, I suppose you can." She answered mildly and flicked her tongue out to scoop up a single gold coin from the mix, tilting her head towards Takkas. “It seems you've gotten your way. We will pack this up and leave swiftly before the humans come hunting our human."

“Of course." Takkas dipped her snout, but was watching Nathean closely, as if just as surprised he had managed such a daring plan. Lathera's belly warmed with the gold and she flexed her wings, eager to be away to a new adventure.