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Description: Mazrogal takes the next step in his relationship with Zheradra by not only accepting her advances and granting her that which she had always expected from him: A real mating.

Zheradra(C) belongs to me, Nulkurrak

Mazrogal(c) belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mazrogal/

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

***The Essence of a Dragon chapter 3: Courtship***

Rest, Zheradra called it, yet neither of them actually slept. Fear and worries of what might happen if one of the territory's owners discovered them kept plaguing his mind, just as Zheradra's alluring scent kept his slit tense and his cock tip out.

The dragoness had done nothing but shift from one side to the other. She tried sprawling on her back, curling into a ball, as well as a dozen other sleeping positions before she gave up that thought, just like Mazrogal.

"I can't sleep," she said, pushing herself onto her haunches, surveying the land.

"Mrrh, I wonder why," Mazrogal grumbled under his breath, only to draw his head back in confusion when Zheradra's tail tip pointed at him.

"Me? I am the reason?"

Zheradra nodded, scratching at one of her cheek frills with a hindpaw, revealing her moist, glistening lips to him in the process. Should she still be moist down there? He had licked her clean while the sun was still up, and it had long fled the sky, replaced by the cold, indifferent moon.

"You keep pacing, sitting, pacing, sitting, as if you're one of them biped sentries. It unnerves me."

"I...apologize," he deferred to her better judgment, yet didn't let her have this victory so easily. "I get antsy when we sit in a glade that isn't ours in the territory of a dragon we don't know."

A snort of indifference fled Zheradra. "And here I thought that your mind churned with demeaning ways of making your desire to mate known."

"Here? In the Pinecrest mountains?!"

Zheradra shrugged her wings. "We're still alone, are we not? Besides, it's highly probable that whoever finds us will be alone, which already puts us in an advantage."

As soon as she finished her thought, her eyes shifted between his legs, to the few inches of cock that wormed its way out of its den, spaded, prominent tip included. Mazrogal's first instinct was to cover himself, yet something strange from deep within prevented him. A perverse courage urged him to tilt his haunch to the side to give her a better view, ominous excitement rushing through his veins.

Zheradra averted her gaze from him, a frustrated sigh fleeing her as she wilted onto her side, slipping her tail tip between her legs to cover herself. "I'm not the type to ask, Mazrogal. It comes...difficult to me."

"Ask what?" he inquired, completely buzzled by her erratic behavior.

"To hunt something for us, of course," she said, irritation lacing her voice. "Haven't eaten anything since we came here."

"I had dragoness nectar, in case it slipped your mind," Mazrogal tried to diffuse the tension, causing Zheradra's head to rise, lifted off the ground by the threads of renewed hope.

"But I'll try to find you something, even if it means encountering one of those fabled Pinecrest dragons I kept agonizing over for the entire day."

"You're right. That's foolish. Give me a moment to clean myself, so that we can return back to the village."

Mazrogal lifted a hesitant paw, uncertain whether he should help with that or not. "Haven't I already done that?"

In response, Zheradra lifted her tail tip off her soaked vent, the translucent tendrils leaking from between her lips, flowing down her scales, webbing across the grass. "Not good enough, as you can well see."

Her delightful smell slowly seeped deeper into his nostrils as Zheradra's tongue got to work, bathing her gender with quick, efficient strokes, lingering only on the surface. With every breath, Mazrogal drew in more of her receptive fragrance, becoming more and more aware that this wasn't the product of their earlier game, but a desire newly manifested to the surface of Zheradra's vent.

Under normal circumstances, he would have been greatly unnerved by the opportunity presented to him, but the better he grew to know Zheradra, the more he began to realize that she was a female as young and inexperienced as him in the ways of mating, harboring her own fears and doubts about it.

Or at least, that was what Mazrogal assumed.

"Mrrrrrrhhhhhhh..."

Mazrogal couldn't keep his eyes away once that suave moan rippled through the air. He turned his snout upon her exposed flesh, watching Zheradra lick her soaked crevice, sniffing in her scent, wishing he could add his own tongue to that perfect blend of pale scales and lubricated flesh that had swallowed the most important part a male dragon possessed just a few days back. The seed holder had lessened the potency of the experience, which enflamed Mazrogal's desire to feel her slick insides engulf his shaft even more.

Without her cue to approach her, he retained his footing, hard and flustered while the devious dragoness gave him a true feast for the eyes. Her muscular tongue sunk all the way into the soft flesh of her pussy, her delicate jaws suckling the trickles of liquid heat that spurted out of her with each rapid spasm. The dragoness nuzzled her genital region fondly, her soft, petite snout scales stimulating the surface of her flesh with obvious effectiveness while her tongue wriggled and twisted inside her.

Her toes tensed and curled inward, claws poking out of their sheaths, a raw growl igniting in her throat. She tried increasing her efforts, yet her fiery lust refused to flare into a blaze, leaving her breathless and disappointed.

Her snout fled her soggy lips, juices dribbling down her nostrils and chin while her gaze bore upon him, the flaming pools glistening with veiled irritation. "It's your fault that I'm in this state, is it not? Might as well help clean the produce of your folly."

Her teasing only served to enflame Mazrogal's lust. With her smell washing any other scents away, he had no option but to do his utmost in satisfying Zheradra to the best of his abilities. Mazrogal shuffled closer to her, licking and rubbing heads with Zheradra before descending along her pink colored belly. Her ruddy scales had a beauty to them, like the bleeding sun, yet nothing was as enticing as the warm nest of flesh hiding between her legs.

"Might as well lie back and let me take over," Mazrogal said, encouraging Zheradra to shift her position by nuzzling the small scales surrounding her crevice. They were soft and sensitive, just like her pussy. Zheradra trembled slightly before her great body splayed on the ground, wings stretched along the grass. Her front paws were tightly tucked against her chest, giving her a rather cute appearance.

However, Mazrogal was a lot more interested in her hind legs. He licked her lithe toes for a bit to remind her of his earlier achievement, then crouched low to the ground. His erection posed certain issues when it met the cold grass, yet a bit of discomfort was a fitting price to see Zheradra's jewel from up-close. Her gender was the most beautiful thing in existence. Its shape was exquisite, from the pale scales that receded into the puffy folds that guarded her tunnel to the glistening sheen that covered the surface of the sensitive flesh.

And that was only the outer layer. Inside lay a passage of untold pleasures, which he had yet to brave through with his bare cock.

Mazrogal placed a forepaw on each of her haunches, kneading at them ever so softly, soothing Zheradra's muscles with his most tender of strokes. As expected, Zheradra trembled with eagerness, licking her muzzle in anticipation of what was to follow.

"Do not dare attempt to hold your seed back," she warned him, her toes shuddering from the mere sound of that word.

Mazrogal's wings trembled in their joints as well, the male equally fascinated by how her nethers had embraced him during their first time, milking every last droplet out of him.

"Isn't it preferable that I do? After, all, it is well known that females need a bit longer to raaah!" He growled as Zheradra playfully kicked him between the nostrils, right where it hurt the most.

"That should teach you that this female does not like her preferences to be questioned," she said, her toe pads rubbing the discomfort from his itching scales.

Mazrogal tried to speak, but with her paw pads occupying the front of his snout, all he could do was breathe in the pheromones that oozed through the coal-black flesh, relishing the pleasant caress of those dexterous, delightfully smooth pads.

Once she retracted her paw, Mazrogal made sure to nibble on her heel pad, smirking at how the light grasp of his fangs forced Zheradra's wings to shutter instantly.

"I should hit you a second time for that."

"Do it," Mazrogal purred. "Gives me a second chance to have another go at your dainty paws."

Zheradra's frame relaxed, her arousal pacifying her, urging her to surrender to his whims. Mazrogal took in her scent with a deep, satisfying inhalation, head swimming from the concoction of fertile scents dripping through her canal. He wanted her--no, needed her, more than he had ever needed anything.

He poked his tongue out, then slid it slowly, teasingly across the length of her shuddering lips. They parted slightly for him to share a glimpse of the heat residing within their embrace. Mazrogal didn't delve inside her just yet, sliding above the surface of her pussy, stoking the fire smoldering beneath it.

"Mrawrrr!" Zheradra tensed as his tongue bathed her nether lips with his affection. He licked across them again, and sure enough, the dragoness' muscles turned even tauter.

Moving back just slightly, he nuzzled her lips, then kissed them with short dabs of his tongue. More of her intoxicating fluid sneaked past his teeth, filling his maw with fertile sweetness. He swallowed it all, throbbing all the harder because of it. Hard and aching, his cock begged for the chance to sink into the core of Zheradra's being and liberate the burden weighing the insides of his tight, sensitive slit.

No. Not yet. This was about her pleasure, not his. Mazrogal first wanted to savor Zheradra before he stained her beautiful flesh with the abundant results of his lust, which he didn't enjoy nearly as much as the female did.

So, he rounded her entrance, again and again, scratching her with the scales of his snout, and when Zheradra could handle his teasing no longer, he plunged his muscular tongue into her depths. Her lips parted swiftly to allow the increasingly thicker tongue full access into the female's depths, a shuddering canal constantly kneading at his appendage, assaulting him from every side.

Much to Mazrogal's delight, Zheradra was truly soaked down there. Gushes of hot arousal spurted weakly through her tunnel, guided by the calm shudders of her muscles. They weren't tight just yet, so Mazrogal had an easy way sinking inside her enthralling body. She was silky, warm, an excellent nest that could drag his cock into the most wonderful of hugs. As he kept his tongue inside, breathing the heated vapors of her lust coming out of her twitching nether gates and swallowing dribbles of her honey, Mazrogal wished nothing more than to be inside her down to the very walls of his slit. His wings trembled against the cold breeze of the night. Hooked claws curled deep into the fresh soil. And his moist, raging cock throbbed hard under the ripples of heated pleasure, further accentuating his dire craving for the caress of her pussy.

Slowly, Mazrogal drew his tongue back. Rippling shudders traversed Zheradra's lips. In his absence, her muscles tightened hard, squirting more of her honey into his half-opened maw, her body doing anything in its power to tempt him back inside. Mazrogal sucked it with a sharp slurp, then pulled his tongue back, snarling with desire. He could no longer hold back his instinct. Not anymore. Not when Zheradra offered herself to him so thoroughly.

In the short time he bonded with Zheradra, Mazrogal had learned that the one thing that infuriated her the most was indecisiveness. So, without any restraint, he descended upon her with a ready tongue and trembling, eager lips.

Zheradra growled wilder than ever under Mazrogal's assault. Her legs flexed with the urge to kick, but Mazrogal pressed her haunches tight against the ground, holding her still while his tongue invaded her without mercy. Like last time, he went all the way into her pussy, but he wasn't planning to stay still. He wriggled his tongue within her embrace, and when her shudders turned into vigorous spasms, he pulled out to clean her lips and graze carefully upon her naked flesh to instill that dangerous pleasure that she so enjoyed before penetrating her once more.

Zheradra's growl went a pitch higher, her suave moans enchanting Mazrogal like the songs of sirens humans spoke of in their ballads. In and out, through her silken muscles and around her lips, Mazrogal stimulated her to the best of his abilities, nipping, nuzzling, eating her out without a chance at reprieve as his muscular tongue splashed in and out of her quaking depths. Zheradra's juices splattered all over his face from his frenzied pacing, further igniting his need to breed. Every muscle in his body tightened that one indomitable purpose, that of shoving his aching cock into her soaked and ready slit and pour his pent-up desire inside her.

But Mazrogal restrained himself, intent on providing Zheradra with more than what his instinct had to offer. So, he tried his best to ignore the hardness welled within his knot, shifting further to the side to avoid the pool of precum that had gathered under his spaded head. Zheradra eyed the product of his yearning for her, as well as his member, yet she simply lowered her neck back down on the ground, tail coiling about his neck, pulling him against her pussy, reminding him of where he left off.

Light-headed yet resolute in his task, Mazrogal pressed his snout against her vent with a moist, lewd squelch, sliding along her lips in an up and down motion, adding more and more pressure to his strokes, until her folds finally gave in, surrendering their guarded secrets to his tongue.

The moment Mazrogal made his way inside her body a second time, Zheradra began growling and flapping her wings. She kicked her legs, untangled her tail from his neck to flail it around instead, her whole body rippling with chaotic motion.

Mazrogal, however, didn't let that deter him. In fact, the friskier and louder Zheradra became, the more determined he was in accomplishing what she had failed to. So, he licked, again and again, faster, harder, messier, suckling her lips clean, sliding through her trembling passage, swirling this side and that to collect as much of her essence upon his tongue as possible. He was just about to pull his tongue back and savor her intoxicating nectar before a wild swipe of his appendage caused her spine to arch and her claws to unsheathe at the same time, a thin mewl escaping her.

Intent on abusing that sweetest of spots, Mazrogal curled the thinner half of his tongue around it, then descended with his snout, suckling on the female's lips while his tongue twirled through her insides with all the speed and force he could muster.

Zheradra chocked on her own roar, the overwhelming pleasure claiming her voice, her restlessness, leaving her completely still but for the vivid shudders quaking her depths. When Mazrogal least expected it, a sudden wave of thicker, muskier, cloudy female ejaculate slammed against his snout, dizzying him due to its maddening aroma.

Her burdening essence released from her body, Zheradra's roar returned to her, as did her motion. The desperate dragoness began thrusting her hips past his gripping claws to slam her drenched pussy hard against his chin and snout, her poor aim compensated by the size of her vent. A strong squirt of similarly strong-scented ejaculate splashed upon his neck. Then came another, even harder than the last.

Mazrogal pushed his snout into her tunnel just when she widened, catching her next spurt right into his throat. Viscous and sweet, her female ejaculate was better than anything he ever tasted. He swallowed hard, then slammed tongue, nostrils, as well as the tip of his snout into her quivering hole to feast on the bounty that she offered.

Zheradra thrust hard and quick against his head, rubbing herself mercilessly upon hard scales and soft tongue alike. She was a beast born of primal lust who sought only to unload her great burden, and Mazrogal was there to stuff himself with her divine nectar.

He tamed her powerful squirts with his tongue, then let her sweetness pool in his maw to the point of overflowing before he swallowed all that delightful goodness. It was a feast for his instincts. His whole body trembled as liquid fertility trickled down his throat, along his belly, then into his own spasming slit.

Squirts of cloudy precum fed the earth in lines as thicker squirts of a different type of heat fed his maw. Mazrogal did not stop. He kept on feeding, licking, nuzzling, until every last one of her squirts made its way down his throat.

Completely spent, Zheradra finally relaxed. Verve fled her limbs and tail, and a deep, rich purr vibrated in her throat, the hallmark of a dragoness' satisfaction. Mazrogal swallowed the last of her pent-up reserves before he washed her lips clean with the help of his tongue. When Zheradra looked at him, he merely glanced back at her, their eyes burning with the same mystifying fire that urged each of them into action.

Mazrogal got onto his fours just as Zheradra rolled onto her belly, slowly and enticingly pushing herself up, stretching her back in front of him, always one to flaunt what she had to offer. Usually, her tail would flow over her femininity, but this time, it remained tossed across her back, leaving her completely exposed to his whims.

Mazrogal gave her nethers one last, fond lick before he straddled her, one forepaw on each side of her shoulders, just behind her wings. He stretched his own wings to maintain balance as he moved his hind legs into proper position, muscles quaking with nervous excitement at finally mounting his first female. Afraid that his nerves might get the better of him, Mazrogal arched his back, thrusting his hard, aching cock forward, probing for the source of her heat. He poked only hard scales at first, and Zheradra noticed that as well. Her rump raised just a bit higher, tail wriggling around the base of his cock, then coiling around it to guide him into her moist embrace.

Mazrogal pushed himself forth, sinking right through the same needy hole his tongue pierced a few moments earlier. A frail whimper burst out of him at how utterly blissful it felt to have his malehood encased in that tight, sweltering sanctuary. Creases formed along his muzzle as his lips pulled back into a snarl aimed at his own inadequacy for being so awfully sensitive.

"Don't hold back," Zheradra repeated her earlier plea. "If you are overcome with pleasure, let go and bask in the euphoria that it offers."

Mazrogal barely registered her words, his mind sunken deep beneath the waves of that potent elation. Without the seed holder to muffle his senses, Zheradra's warmth and wetness assaulted his bare cock in full force, making his head whirl from the new, overwhelming sensations that flooded his being.

This time, she felt hotter, tighter, and infinitely more rewarding, the light contractions of her canal gently coaxing him to surrender his seed to her. For an overly taut member that previously knew only the prickly caress of grass, the tight, rippling muscles of a female felt like the most elaborate of sanctuaries, every twitch of her muscles, every shape of her insides designed to accommodate him and him alone.

While stuck in that timeless place of boundless delights, Mazrogal couldn't even find the strength to roar, speak, or whimper. Breath stuck in his throat, the intense feelings assailing his aroused senses proving too much for his young mind to process. A weak, trembling moan shot from his throat instead, which made Zheradra trill in amusement at how the simple act of being inside a female stunned Mazrogal.

Without the necessary motion and friction, the spasms rushing through Zheradra died down, lessening the strain pleasure applied on his senses. Once his breath returned to him, Mazrogal attempted a few weak thrusts at first, moaning from the fiery tingles rushing through his spade as he parted her flesh. His ridges flared to their limits as they traversed her tunnel, their texture scratching away Zheradra's bothersome itch and rewarding him with pleasure the likes of which he had never known. Eager for more, Mazrogal slammed himself deeper, and deeper, until his knot kissed the female's swollen lips in the most intimate of ways.

"Don't be a stubborn mule," Zheradra said as she planted an encouraging lick on his jaw. "You can barely hold onto your seed. Let go of it, for there will be plenty of other opportunities to provide me with other pleasures."

She, too, moaned lustfully every time his prominent tip and ridges sailed through her, a clear sign that she longed for another climax, yet suppressed that desire in favor of fulfilling his deepest fantasy.

That of cumming inside a dragoness on his own terms, absent tasks given to him by alchemists.

The way she nibbled and licked at his snout almost pierced through Mazrogal's resolve. She was ecstatic to have a male lodged inside her, even more so when Mazrogal had willingly entered her this time around. Mazrogal could tell that from the way she contracted around him, as well as from the sensuous caress of her tail against his. She needed his seed, and she begged for it in an obvious yet cunning sort of way.

"I...not without you," he settled for the first thing that resembled a coherent reply, given the addled state of his mind. "It's not...proper."

Zheradra hissed at him, yet she didn't fight him on this matter, not after he had restrained his lust in order to give her a scale-rattling orgasm.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Mazrogal slid out, rubbing his swollen ridges along her dripping canal in the process. Prickles of pleasure embraced his whole cock, especially around the ridges lining the inferior half of his cock. Mazrogal grunted with the effort to contain the pressure welling deep within him, then thrust himself back in. His knot hardened like stone, and his genital muscles grew tighter than usual. A trickle of smoldering heat surged through his tip. The male's legs trembled as he tried to hold it in, eyes shuttering in fear for the worst.

His cock arched upward inside Zheradra, yet no debilitating jet came, only a droplet of precum. The bead of thick fluids flowed into Zheradra, mixing with her fluids.

"Proper or not, it seems that your instinct leans in my favor."

Mazrogal playfully gripped the back of her neck between his jaws to silence her as he felt his body grow stiffer by the moment. His heart thundered in his chest, his claws sank deeper into the ground, and his hips shivered with the urge to thrust deeper, faster, stronger. The male arched his back, then sank through the female's opening so hard Zheradra's tail trembled and tugged against his. She squeezed him hard harder and harder with each pull, coaxing him to follow her ploy, to rid himself of his precious seed.

But he couldn't. Not yet. Not without her. With his back arched into the ideal thrusting position, Mazrogal rammed himself inside her, settling for a quick, intense, desperate pace that should hurl them both over the edge of their senses. So, he pumped his hips fast and hard against hers, snarling and hissing and whining and whimpering while he battered her with lewd squelches that sent both of their fluids splattering upon their kissing slits. Flesh met flesh in the lewdest of ways, and with each thrust, Zheradra raised her hips ever higher, tail curling and kneading around Mazrogal's to encourage his mounting spree while a rumbling moan blazed within her throat.

Eyes closed, tongue lashing across the back of the female's neck, Mazrogal bred his dragoness with wild, feral need, creating more friction, more stimulation, more arousal to fuel the flames of passion that consumed both of them. He entered her so easily right now, the amount of lubrication so copious that even his knot stretched her without a single whimper of discomfort from Zheradra. Mazrogal just needed to lean his body forth, and Zheradra's muscles did the rest, molding around him like the perfect scabbard for his malehood. His cock slid into her out of its own accord, a perfect match for the snug tunnel that embraced him harder and harder every time.

And it was tight! So tight, and so hot to Mazrogal's young, untested cock. The heat became more intense with each thrust, blazing into an inferno no young dragon could ever hope to control.

Zheradra grabbed him by his throat, jaws trembling, teeth clattering on the hard scales for a few fickle moments. Her grip was so frail, that Mazrogal barely felt it as opposed to the tremors quaking her depths. A shudder traversed along her stiffening wings, dispersing into her rapidly trembling slit, and surfacing in a single, explosive gush of her thickest, smoothest, richest of nectars.

Zheradra whined, growled and squeaked as raw passion burst out of her, untamed and unbending. Her mating bite immediately vanished, replaced by soothing tongue strokes that begged Mazrogal to let go in unison with her and join her in the ubiquitous sea of pleasure. She pushed hard against the male's cock to make sure she took him all in, then bathed him in the sweetest and hottest of releases, rocking her trembling hindquarters against his haunches as her vent spasmed with the finality of release.

Mazrogal stiffened, overtaken by the intensity of her climax. Her juices washed against his cock like a tide, spearing through the hole on his tip like a flaming spear, breaking through his wavering endurance. As if that wasn't enough to push him over the edge, her muscles collapsed around the hard girth of his cock, squeezing tighter than ever.

Mazrogal screwed his eyes shut, fighting back the blazing torrent welling within his slit with everything he had. Regardless of Zheradra's request, and no matter the weakened state of his member that was barraged from all sides with no hope of reprieve, Mazrogal endured. Not for his sake, but for hers.

To prove to this incredible dragoness that, unlike with most other males, her needs came first.

Her very body worked in concert with Mazrogal's plans, that final spasm turning to be as fickle as it was strong. Her lust expended, Zheradra's vent relaxed, allowing her liquid passion to wash along his cock and splash onto the ground in uneven, gooey snakes.

Mazrogal shivered at the sound of that too erotic sputtering, the very air around him thick with her miasma. The need to cum together with Zheradra drove him almost crazy with want, yet just like in the barn, he wished but hold onto his seed for just a while longer. This way, his bloated knot, along with his impressive load, would surely push Zheradra past the very limits of her body, and thus grant her the best orgasm a male could offer. So, he steadied his legs, flared his wings, then pushed through her spasming vent at the height of her pleasure.

Zheradra roared louder, emptying herself upon a mate too stubborn to remain inside. With rapid thrusts, Mazrogal sank through her muscles, pounding the soppy female roughly and hurriedly.

The ruby dragoness slammed her jaws shut, then burst with renewed vigor, her muscles worked into a frenzy of shuddering contractions. She didn't stop releasing--or better said, couldn't, for Mazrogal's spaded tip, knot and ridges purposefully kept her soaring on a never-ending high. Her worn muscles attempted to relax every now and then, only to descend into another, stronger spasming fit as Mazrogal slammed himself against her cervix, knocking against a dragoness' most sensitive point.

His valiant efforts to please his female to the best of his abilities didn't come at no cost. Every shove of his cock inside Zheradra, and every twitch and throb of her nethers against his rock-hard meat, sapped Mazrogal's will. Try as he may to delude himself into believing that he could continue his ministrations, Mazrogal had an increasingly harder time resisting against the onslaught of pleasure that rammed into the very core of his being. With such intense heat squeezing his bare cock more thorough than ever, he felt weak, ready to submit to Zheradra's eagerness. Slowly and surely, the pressure eventually broke through his slit, climbing along the tensing surface of his cock in abrupt, ominous throbs.

"Raaawrrrrh..." Mazrogal moaned as he rammed into her harder and faster. Ripples washed along the surface of their slits, and beads of combined arousal exploded onto the surrounding grass. Heat engulfed his lower belly plates, dribbling down across it like strands of fragrant morning dew. Mazrogal thrust again, then again, squeezing his way through her for a few, exhausting, final attempts before his cock could no longer withstand his ironclad selflessness. It hardened beyond any comprehensible means, stealing all of Mazrogal's focus, channeling it straight into his mind-bending need to divest himself of this terrible burden. Heavy pressure traversed his knot that bloated to refuse to press against the base of his spade. Mazrogal tried to hold it back, yet his trembling muscles proved to be a very unreliable line of defense. The inexorable advance of his seed toward his cock tip couldn't be stopped, for the very will of a young dragon drove it forward, stoked by many months spent dreaming of this very moment.

His limits reached, and his dream finally fulfilled, Mazrogal exploded into his beloved Zheradra as her walls collapsed around his cock, not shying to completely relent his control to the whims of his throbbing cock.

"Rhhhaaawrraaaawwwrrrr!" Mazrogal's roar crumbled, his strength all but spent on his journey to this point. His mind drowned into a tempest of pleasure, he fit his maw around the back of her neck, biting and licking, nuzzling and yowling, growling and whining. He no longer saw her through his shuttered eyelids. He could no longer smell her climax, feel her scales between his fangs, or hear her sweet, satisfying moans.

All that remained for Mazrogal was the one, singular spot between her legs, which he fumbled about maddeningly with his knot, desperate to find the perfect angle to lodge it into Zheradra. Eventually, his efforts paid off as his shivering, useless hind legs pressed his cock into the deepest reaches of the female's milking canal, his knot finally locking into place with a squelching, satisfying plop. All that delightful heat he had built now allowed his most prized and sensitive knot to finally make its way into Zheradra, thus tying him to his female in both body and soul. This most sacred of links enabled, Mazrogal's seed rushed out of him in veritable waves, every subsequent spurt richer, thicker, stronger than the last one, filling Zheradra's pussy so thoroughly that the dragoness reeled from the impressive load now trapped inside her nethers.

"Hraaarhhhhh!" Mazrogal continued to weakly pound at her squeezing flesh with a series of quick thrusts meant to flare their pleasure ever brighter. "Raaaarrhhh!"

Zheradra growled with equal lust as she took as much of his load as her muscles could carry. She loved to be filled. Her flesh no longer spasmed recklessly; instead, it now trembled with a pleasing rhythm, allowing Mazrogal to finally fall limp onto her back and simply ride out his euphoria.

He rested on top of her for a second or two, yet that felt...wrong, and selfish, and against everything he tirelessly worked for thus far. Though he ran on fumes, Mazrogal still bred her even as he came, numb with lust for the being he was sure he cherished, or perhaps even loved. Heavy splashes of ivory goo squirted from her slit every few thrusts to coat Mazrogal's genitalia with the product of his intense lust. There was nothing better than to feel his excess seed leak out of Zheradra and back onto his cock, or to enjoy the throbbing warmth of Zheradra as she carried the life-giving fluid into herself. Mazrogal continued thrusting a few more times, then contended with simply plugging the leaking seed with his messy knot to prevent further spillage, now that the last spark of his strength finally died down.

Now in the capacity to fully immerse in the throes of his pleasure, Mazrogal bit, nibbled and licked his beloved dragoness while he filled her with his thinning spurts of seed. She returned his affection, crying with short, satisfied moans as her tight squeezes slowly but surely drew his seed deep into her. Mazrogal emptied himself of everything that he had to give, spurting all of his remaining reserves until his throbs eventually died down.

With his heart beginning to settle inside his chest, Mazrogal only now started to realize how hard he ached with the toll of mating. His whole body, from neck to tail, felt stiff and unresponsive. He fluttered his wings for a bit, then tried to move his legs, growling as discomfort rushed along his aching slit.

"I feel the same, if it is any consolation," Zheradra said, bumping her snout against his, growling affectionately.

Mazrogal smiled at her. His fatigue suddenly became inconsequential compared to Zheradra's purr, a soft but powerful sound that soothed even the weariest of males. He waited for Zheradra's tail to disentangle from his before pulling his shrunken member out of her. A heavy wave of joint climaxes splashed on the ground, marring their paws with the produce of their union. Zheradra contracted her nether muscles, forcing out a second and third wave of excess fluid before she rolled onto her back, beckoning at him with a forepaw to do the same.

"Not on top of me, you inept hatchling," she teased, warding him off with her tail, guiding him to her side. "Didn't you get your fill of mounting for one day?"

Mazrogal settled next to her, dragging her head against his chest, cupping her lovely head between his forepaws. "It's you who stands filled, not me."

Zheradra swatted him across the haunch with her tail for his insolence, causing him to yelp in quite the high-pitched fashion.

"Hrrr, that stung!"

"So do your nonexistent manners," she retorted, nuzzling the side of his neck and chin, her warble of fulfillment causing Mazrogal's heart to swell with the newfound love for Zheradra that started to settle in it.

"Fine. Then I suppose I better start cleaning you."

Zheradra's forepaw caught his head when it attempted to move, dragging it back on the ground. "I can clean myself just fine, but do I want to?"

As an answer to her question, she gave him one final lick between the nostrils before she began rolling from side to side, moaning and rumbling in delight at how the grass caressed her frame. Much as Mazrogal wished to enjoy the spectacle, he couldn't help but dig his face under his forepaws. An involuntary, fearful whimper escaped his throat at the way she leaked their intertwined juices left and right, painting the grass with obvious signs of their union.

"Perhaps we should bathe?" He tried to coax her as far away from this glade as possible.

"Mrrh, you go first. I'll just...in a moment..." she trailed off, lost to the afterglow of their first real mating.

***THE END***

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