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Description: A wyverness who has never mated before experiments her first time with a male of another species to avoid the risk of impregnation.

AsharyaC) belongs to Nulkurrak

Teufel(c) belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dragonteufel/

Artwork is done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/greydragonofthenorth/

***A Wyverness' Request***

The wyverness' request took Teufel aback. At first, he believed her curiosity concerning his gender to be just that. That the quips related to the features of his member were only meant to make him feel better about the half-erection he had been sporting all along due to the enticing scent of her arousal.

But suddenly, it was no longer a game of tease. The playful banter they had shared now gave way to something much more intimate, an act that Asharya had very little regard for, if at all.

"I expected males to be more eager at being offered such opportunities," Asharya said in that matter-of-fact way of hers, stretching her wings and then her back in preparation for what was to come. She made sure to keep her back to him, so that the pink, soggy spot under her tail stared right at Teufel. "You've been unsheathed for so long, I half expected your cock to go numb."

"It...doesn't work like that," he said, licking his lips and trudging away from her when the wyverness began to approach him with the confidence of a predator stalking her prey.

"That is precisely what I'd like to learn," she purred, flashing her fangs at him in her version of a smile.

Why was he fleeing from her? What sort of male backed down from a virgin female who wanted to learn how it felt to mate?

Teufel's paws came to a jarring halt, claws digging into the ground to secure him in place, so that he betrayed not one more inch to her encroaching shadow. She looked intimidating. Teufel had to give her that. All black and grey, with a head crowned by sharp, elegant spikes flanked by two ridged, smoothly curved horns, Asharya was the picture of awe. Her navy colored plates appeared to be just as resilient as his, and her broad, powerful wings, together with her lithe and aerodynamic form gave her a clear advantage in the sky.

The vulnerability between her legs spoiled the picture of the graceful predator for him somewhat, dispelling the mystery surrounding her species by making her bizarrely relatable to any other dragon thanks to her scent. She smelled different, but great at the same time, her exotic fragrance irresistible to a male who has been away from his mate long enough for it to show.

Asharya noticed it for the umpteenth time this day, her blue-grey eyes skipping between his legs to take in his fully erect member, its spaded head lathered in its own precum.

"You've already been with a female, yet you're more reluctant than I am. Is that how all males of your kind are?"

Teufel dipped his head, unable to look upon her, crushed by the weight of stark reality. "No, it's just that...I haven't been inside a female in a while, so I'll spend myself far quicker than I'd like to."

"That is irrelevant to me," Asharya brushed off his concerns with a cool, even tone while she quickly turned around at the edges of his vision. The next time Teufel summoned enough courage to look upon her, he sighted not her face, but her rump hoisted high in the air. He blinked back his disbelief, swallowing what little moisture he could find to wet his parched throat, dried by nerves. It...this couldn't be happening...and yet it did!

Without any shred of doubt, Asharya leaned forward on the talons tipping her wings, tail swung to the side to keep her glistening entrance free of any obstacle that might impede Teufel's entrance into the depths of her body.

"All I seek is a deeper understanding of the process, and an answer to a question that has plagued me ever since my breeding instinct awakened. The quicker your seed bursts into me, the faster I attain this knowledge, rrr?"

At a loss for words, Teufel approached her sluggishly, each step harder and more taxing than the last. His previous mate had taken him by surprise as well with her eagerness to sample the pleasures of his knot, but she understood its meaning and chose to ignore it. Did Asharya?

"Don't push your swell inside me unless you can't spill your seed without lodging it in," she mentioned, as if reading his exact thoughts. "It looks...thick and unnerving. For my first mating, that is."

The way her words shuddered with doubt melted away Teufel's reluctance to join her, his tongue gliding over her soft, shuddering flesh comfortingly. He had been in her place once, employing bravado and falsehood to appear better than he truly was. She did not have to be this way with him, but instead of sharing words that might fall on deaf ears, Teufel chose to let his tongue speak on his behalf. Every stroke along her exposed, fleshy lips made them shudder with desperate longing, her tailhole clenching visibly whenever he alighted upon her entrance, as if expecting him to pierce her at any given time.

"I won't," he said after he separated from her arousal-drenched rift far too slowly and reluctantly, sucking in a deep breath of pheromone-laden miasma and keeping it trapped deep within his chest to work himself up and keep his cock as rigid as it could be. "You are already soaked with lust, so my passing will be so smooth and enjoyable you will find yourself wishing that it lasted longer."

He tried to soothe the tense muscles of her thighs with the tender strokes of a single paw. Two would have worked better, but if he settled on his haunches, his sack might stir and bump against his knot, and any contact with it had every chance to send him spiraling towards the point of no return.

Her tail bumping against his side, as well as the subtle contractions of her slit and tailhole, suggested that her mind already began to do a better job at pleasuring her than Teufel's massage, so the drake exhaled every trace of reluctance that held him in place and reared onto his hind legs.

Asharya's body stiffened the moment his forepaws landed on the top of her haunches, her sinuous neck turning to watch him fumble about for the best spot to maintain his balance.

"Grab the frames of my wings and lean your stomach against my back," she advised what Teufel already knew, but had difficulties implementing due to the novelty of such union. She was his first wyvern, just like he was her first male, and they both accepted their initial awkwardness with amused huffs and eager, jovial expressions.

Once his forepaws settled in place, he pressed the ultramarine plates covering his belly against the plates of her back, a soft rustle following as he pushed his hindquarters closer and closer to hers. He intended to take it slow and steady, so that the both of them could grow comfortable with each other, but when his tip accidentally kissed her warm, wet slit, his back instantly arched out of its own volition to drive his shaft right up to his knot into the ready female.

A sharp, sudden cry of elation burst out of Asharya, her jaws tightening, her eyes screwing shut, and her wing talons digging into the ground when a cock--his cock! -- pierced her for the first time. Teufel's wings unfurled for extra balance, his own eyelids trembling with the strain to remain open and not cloud his vision, lest he slipped and fell off the female that surpassed every expectation he ever held about how warm wyverns truly were.

Her heightened warmth had felt surprising to his tongue while he licked her down there, but when it came to his erect, vulnerable cock, it greatly reduced his endurance. By merely being inside her, Teufel felt his control slipping further and further, the terse clenches and shudders of her powerful muscles far too pleasurable to his taut ridges and prominent tip. He tried regulating his short, sporadic breaths to reduce the strain on his senses, but Asharya squeezed him too fast, too tight, too eagerly to give him his much-needed respite.

His instinct tugged in that most ancient and effective of ways, Teufel had no choice but to obey by swinging his hips back and forth in short, jerky thrusts, the fluidity of his movements impeded by the insatiable desire to sink as much of himself as possible into her heated, drenched depths. Even when his knot kissed her lips in the most tender and passionate ways and his meat lay engulfed in the most fulfilling of embraces, that wasn't enough for the lust-addled drake. He had to hump, to work himself up further, to breed, his need greatly amplified by how utterly wet and ready his female was for his seed.

In that moment, every single one of his mate's lessons in how to pace himself and how to pleasure a female vanished from his mind, washed away by the foremost instinct of any male while inside the soaked depths of a female, to achieve completion as fast as possible and burst into her before another male had the chance to do so.

In his breathless, desperate rush to achieve that, Teufel lifted a hind leg to prop against a dark scaled haunch, claws curling around it to provide better footing so that he could ram his knot quicker and harder against her swollen, sizzling lips. Spearing through her tight canal felt blissful to his spaded tip, and with every withdrawal, the ridges on the base of his shaft flared with fiery pleasure, yet nothing felt more satisfying than rubbing his mighty sensitive knot against her.

To further stoke that deepening delight, Teufel danced from one hind leg to the other, humping Asharya in the ungainly way of a dog, all so that he could wet both sides of his knot evenly with the copious juices flowing out of her every time he pulled back, only to sink back in faster, stronger and more sudden. Before long, his breaths became uncontrollable, as did the fiery torrent welled within his ripe sack. Unable to hold his eyes open a second longer, Teufel scrunched them with all the might he could muster, hoping to last for just a few thrusts more, enough to work his female to completion.

Yet, when he sank into her again with a soft squelch, Asharya clamped around him tighter than before, her squeeze augmenting his throbs to the point of no return. No matter how hard Teufel tried to fight against it, his seed burst forth, spearing into Asharya spurt by thick, rich spurt.

The wyverness immediately reacted to his ejaculation, her head angling upward to unleash a sharp, high-pitched yowl. The blissful sound, together with the shudders that milked Teufel to completion, prolonged and enriched Teufel's orgasm in all the right ways, his mind swimming in the euphoria of filling his female with all the pent-up loneliness that dwelled within his balls.

With his knot out in the open, his climax faded away after several jets of his thickest, richest seed, the spade and ridges of his cock deflating in unison with his pleasure. The few moments it took for him to regain his breath seemed to stretch into infinity, clouded by the satisfying rush following an intense mating. Asharya savored him equally, the shudders of her walls dying down as her tail coiled and loosened around his in slow, pleasant motions, a massage that expressed undeniable satisfaction with her first mating.

When he felt Asharya's form rocking under him, Teufel withdrew from her, a gush of their combined juices following in his wake. Half-dazed and fatigued from his exertion, he lurched and almost stumbled to the side, much to Asharya's delight who regarded him with a smug, satisfied expression.

"Clean that up," she demanded, tail weaving around his neck to prevent him from fleeing from his duties. "It's your mess, after all."

Our mess, Teufel wanted to add, but bit back his dry wit, far too enamored with her joyous purr to refuse her.

***THE END***

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