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Rýkaran flared his wings as he came in for a landing. The mighty red drake winced at the strain. It'd been a long day of flight and patrolling his territory. Oh it was probably unnecessary. There was only one other dragon in the area he knew of. Although that was the issue that niggled at him. That he knew of.

No, he thought it was better to keep traveling and checking on his territory. Even if Qyr would tease him about it.

She was the other dragon in his territory. Qyr, the glorious golden red dragoness. His mate. Oh he was beyond lucky to have her. She was a beauty unsurpassed by any in the world that he'd seen. Worse, she knew it. His dragoness loved nothing more than to hear him dote upon and sing her praises. Well, that wasn't entirely true. There were things that he did with her that she loved more. Things that would get his red to sing his praises.

A grin split his maw as his vent swelled. The mere thought of savoring his time with is mate enough to excite the drake. His eyes darted about the area around their lair. No sign of Qyr, she would likely be inside. Good, if she even got an inkling of an idea that he was excited... Well it only made him that much more so to imagine what she'd do to him.

It truly was the world's oldest problem.

Rýkaran rolled his shoulders and arched his back. Both to try and work out that lingering soreness, but also to put on his best face. "Qyr," he announced as he strode into the lair, "I have returned." His voice, proud and powerful, boomed through the liar.

Only to be answered by silence.

Rýkaran held his pose for a moment longer. Eyes scanning the dim interior for any sign of his mate. Not so much as a glimmer of a scale. Still, he waited for several moments. Then, with a little less conviction than before, "Qyr?"

Not a second passed after his second call before he heard a faint scrape. The barest hint of movement within his cavernous lair. Something about it set his scales on end. It wasn't the whisper of scales on scales. Not even the scratching of scales off stone. No, it sounded like something being dragged. The drake's heart leapt into his throat as fear shot up his spine.

Hurrying deeper into his cavern, the dragon felt his heart start to pound. Terror crept along his spine. Had some other drake slipped in and found his mate? Some predator he never noticed? Heavens above, let her be alright!

There was no sign of her deeper into the cavern. Rýkaran felt his heart sink as he looked about. Each second compounding his panic. Vision started to blur as his head whipped about. Never focusing on one thing for more than a split second. Breath came in shorter gasps. Everything began to take a more sinister light. Claw marks from the couple turned into signs of a struggle. Shed scales became debris from a fight.

"What is wrong?"

Rýkaran bit back a yelp as he leapt into the air. Wings cracked as the male twisted about to face its source. Scales rattled dangerously as the male arched, ready to unleash a threatening hiss.

Qyr stood, looking rather nonplussed, as her mate landed before her. He stared at her with widened eyes as the female leaned in. "You," she purred, "look a little shook." Her tongue flicked against his nose playfully. "What is the matter, or master of the realm?"

It was too late to save his dignity. Wouldn't stop him from trying though. Rýkaran rolled his arch into a stretch, "Oh just a long flight is all." He narrowed his eyes and did his best to roll his frame into it. Groaning as his sore muscles protested. Leaning in, he gave her neck a nuzzle, "So is anything going on in here?"

"Aside from you racing in here like the cave is on fire?" She fixed him with that knowing smile. "Oh nothing much." Qyr's golden red scales shimmered as she stood and stretched. Her scales rasping off his as she rubbed her flank into his body. "Sat around, waiting for my beloved to return. Had a strange male come in and_ravage_ me while my partner was patrolling." As she uttered the word 'ravage' she let her hip bump off Rýkaran's chin. Despite the clear tease, he couldn't help but sniff lightly. Some instinct making him curious about how much was jest, and how much was the truth.

Her scent was wholly hers. That wonderfully, spicy smoky aroma that drove him wild. Flavored with arousal. That wonderful feminine scent that was wholly hers. Her aroma strolled up his nostrils and rubbed against the primal part of him with a purr. Eyes narrowed just a bit as his tongue stuck out with a quiet huff. His jaws parting just enough to draw her scent in and across his tongue. Getting a full sample of his mate's perfume.

"Oh, what's this?" her voice slithered into his ear. "Were you this eager to come back to the cavern? Just had to rush in so you could..." His eyes snapped open as the very tip of her talons teased his manhood. He'd wanted to slip in, calm and collected, and not let her see the effect she'd had on him. Then, in mere seconds, he'd fallen right into her web. Skilled talons curled against his tip and slid down, mimicking how her folds would grab his cock. "Mate with me?" she licked his neck. "How did I manage to find such a randy male? For shame." Lips brushed his ear as she leaned in, "One wonders what you do when you're out... patrolling." Her hand wandered his length. The feral dragoness leaning into his flank. "Perhaps looking for a bit of something to..." she teased his tip, "ease the tension?"

He couldn't help but shiver as she expertly played with him. "Tension?" He hissed, trying to play it cool despite how hard she made him with no effort.

Qyr's body shook against him. The noise somewhere between a purr and a laugh. "Why yes. Look at you, you're practically shaking when you came," her hand slid down to his base and squeezed, "in here."

Rýkaran tried not to call out. Teeth ground as the drake scratched over the ground. It took so much effort not to buck into her hand. Rocks grated against talon, adding to the countless score marks adorning the lair. "I'm no...rrrg," his voice trailed into a growl. Even without looking, he knew that Qyr was smirking. "I'm neither tense, nor in a needy state." He opened an eye and rolled his head to look at her. Their noses bumped as he hissed, "One can't help but wonder if it's not you, who... Urrk!"

His devious mate silenced him by shoving the tip of her tail right into his maw. Rýkaran started to gag as it threatened to plunge down his throat. A growl just began to claw up his throat when the taste hit him.

That saucy dragoness had been dipping her tail somewhere delectable.

Still that innocent look remained on her muzzle. Qyr angled her head with a slight smirk. Eyes sparkling with innocent mischief. "What was that?" Her talons brushed over his cock as she pulled back. Looking at him with an expression of mock disbelief. "What is this?!" Her nectar-coated tail flicked over his tongue. Rykaran's eyes narrowed again as he licked her. "I try to have a serious conversation with my beloved and he begins to suck on my tail?" She tossed her head with a mock huff. Nails scraping off the ground as she stood smoothly. Qyr practically turned on the spot. Tail arching up and over, slithering from his maw. "I have never been so insulted in my..."

Her mock-fury faded as he leaned in. Tongue danced over her tail and down until he planted a kiss on her lips. Her wonderfully plump, warm folds. The dragoness' vent swollen already. Oh she'd been playing with herself for some time now. Maybe since he'd left on his patrol. He knew she loved to tease herself, then tease him. 'Incentive to return' she'd said. As if he needed more reasons.

Qyr's teeth chattered as he coaxed a moan from her. Savoring his slow, careful licks just as he savored her flavor. Rýkaran nuzzled into her singular hole, spreading her open with his nose. Grinning as his tongue flicked against her walls. Into the cloaca, up to her anus. His grin widened as those muscles tensed, others rolling to guide his tongue down the proper path. Even with her primal coaxing, he'd still tease that tunnel before venturing down the proper path.

"I swear," Qyr hiss-moaned between clenched teeth, "If you keep trying for that, I'll return the favor." Whipping her tail about threateningly. No idle threat either, he'd been on the receiving end of her tail before. Several times. There were things she could do with that tail that he'd never imagined. Least not until she had him squirming and panting under her careful attention.

Tempting though it was to test her patience, he adjusted his angle. Qyr relaxed as his tongue swept up her tunnel. Following the intoxicating lubrication that coated his muzzle and tongue. The warm, rolling squeeze of her tunnel drew him deeper. His eyes narrowed with deep, pleased huffs. Especially as her moan reached him. The sound rolled through her form. Shook across his muzzle, and tried to draw him deeper. Her hips rocked back, threatening to engulf his maw.

Not that it was a threat he'd mind.

Her low moans lifted as his tongue slid against her depths. The noise starting to tremble as pleasure shook through her. Growing into pleasured warbles as her tail coiled about his neck. Tightening as her hips ground into his face. Rykaran's eyes rolled back as he huffed into her. Starting to feel a little lightheaded as his body shook. Cock throbbing with each beat of his heart. It was getting hard to focus. He wanted to grab her hips and drive his member so deep into her. Her scent and taste surrounded him, literally. Darkness began to creep in as his head swam. Yet the drake refused to pull away from her.

Qyr stepped away with a rumbling purr. Rýkaran stumbled forward a step. Then a second. Hitting the ground as his legs gave out under him. "Is my scent that strong, Lover?" Her voice sounded a little distant as Rýkaran panted. "Has it overwhelmed you?" he didn't have to look to hear her smile.

The drake tried to sit up and say something. A foot came down and pressed to his muzzle, silencing him. Silky smooth purrs rolled over his prone form, "Maybe we should take a breather, hmm?" Qyr smiled down at him past her fingers. Her carefully tended talons slowly tracing his muzzle. "Give you a moment to..." she breathed out the words as her fingers invaded his maw, "cool off?"

Oh how he wanted to glare at her. To spit some snarl, leap to his feet, and rut his partner. She knew how to push his buttons like no other. Making matters worse, she knew it too. That smile of hers, the playful glint in her eyes, and the tone of her voice. All carefully sculpted to make the drake squirm and huff. Something only made worse as his tongue coiled about her fingers. Suckled on her digits. The drake glaring at her from eyes half-lidded with pleasure. She met his look with a sweet one of her own.

Qyr rolled her palm against his maw and pulled back. The dragoness purring quietly as she turned. Wordlessly, his partner turned away from him and curled her tail up and around. He lay there for a moment, waiting to see if she'd change her stance.

No, she just stood there and waited. A calm look on her face as she waited so patiently for him. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she waited. When he didn't move for several seconds, she brought her tail down. A breathy sigh lifted from the dragoness as she ground the base of her tail against her vent. The barest of shivers raced down her spine, making her scales rustle. She stared over her shoulder at him and licked her lips. With a slow, seductive roll of her hips, she arched her tail again. Glistening strands of her arousal clung to the underside of her tail. She stretched out, huffing as the cooler cave air washed over her backside.

Rýkaran was moving before those sexual strands could snap. The male practically flying as he lunged at his mate. Qyr gasped, feigning surprise, as his talons scraped over her hips. "Oh, someo..."

The tease never came.

Her voice lifted in a pleasure-filled squeal as the drake slammed into her. His manhood, thankfully, found its mark on that thrust. Pointed tip lanced deep into his mate. The slick squelch of her form wrapping about his spire drown out by their roars of pleasure. Tight, clenching walls pulled at his cock. Fighting between pushing the male out and drawing him deeper. Rýkaran didn't stop until his groin cracked off her backside. Qyr's hips lifted, hind feet leaving the ground for a moment. She kicked, gasping as her eyes rolled back.

Feet touched ground as the male pulled back. Her insides trembled around his cock, attempting to keep her mate inside. It was a lost cause. She'd teased him too much. No surprise when his teeth clamped onto her shoulder. Deep growls shaking over her body as teeth and talons scraped over her scales.

The smooth, tapered length stretched her so beautifully. Her tunnel curled about his like a glove. Coaxing her mate to sheath himself inside her with each thrust. Her eyes narrowed as she hissed playfully. She squirmed just a little, as if trying to protest the rough mating. That only made him growl and bite. The noise shook through her. Made her eyes roll back as her insides quaked with pleasure. Qyr arched with a throaty huff. Walls clenching harder around his cock, coaxing more precum from her mate.

The slick sounds of their rutting soon competing with the breathless calls. Each yelp or roar was met by the echos of hips crashing. Their cavernous lair soon a cacophony of lustful noises. A part of Rýkaran wanted to slow down, take his time, make the rut last. Yet even as his mind thought such things, his talons dug harder into her hips. Drew his mate that much tighter to his form. Teeth and talons scraped off her scales as he dug deeper. Unable to even consider slowing down. His internal testes jumped, tightened, and...

"ROOOOWWFF!"

His bellow was somewhat muffled by his mate's shoulder. Scales scraped off each other as the dragons pressed tight together. Rykaran's feet shuffled between hers, Qyr's lifted partially off the ground. Her tail coiled tight about his waist, not giving the male an inch. Not that he'd have dared pull out. Not while his cock was jumping for joy as he emptied himself in her.

A low huff. Scales scraped against stone and scale. Rýkaran slid off slowly, Qyr shivering as his scales rasped off hers. Her tail hugged him tight for a brief moment before releasing. As he slid away, her tail lifted higher to show off. A pleased smirk on her muzzle as she rolled her head. Practically laying her head on her own back to watch as he stumbled down. The drake's nose nearly touching her still gaping cloaca. His nostrils flared with deep pants, breathing in her scent and watching. A grin spread over his muzzle as her juices dripped down her scales. Making the golden red hide shimmer. Within seconds, his seed began to leak from her as well. Thickening her juices and clinging as if his swimmers were trying to stay so deep in her.

There was no helping it. He lifted a trembling foreclaw to cup her rear. Qyr knew what was coming and leaned back with a pleased sigh. Eyes narrowed with pleasure as his tongue swept over her lips. He couldn't help but growl quietly as he cleaned her up. The sharp taste of his own semen blended so nicely with her honey. That sweet, intoxicating sexual cocktail clouded his senses.

Qyr pulled away before he could do more than clean her outer lips. The dragoness huffed, "How about we take a moment to breathe before we continue, Lover?"

Rýkaran did his best to look calm and smooth, "Sounds wonderful." He made it all of a step before his legs started to wobble. The drake carried the motion into simply laying down where he was. Jaws stretching in a wide yawn, "Tired from patrolling," he tried to play it off.

If she noticed, which she did, the dragoness didn't let on. Just smirked and curled into him. Her scales rasped against his seductively as she coiled into her mate with a low rumble. Rýkaran turned and nuzzled her head, "So why the tease, hmm?" He nipped at her neck. Which made the dragoness arch with a deeper purr.

She stuck her tongue out playfully, "The better question is why not the tease?" Her talons ran over his chest and neck. "Get your heart working. Make you start smelling the lair." She arched and breathed out a purr, making a loud sniffing noise. "See if you could find some invader, and when you couldn't..." her muzzle split in a wider grin. Head ducking to nuzzle into his throat and jawline sweetly. A little too sweetly. Too innocent.

Now he sniffed again, but cautiously this time. Yes, he could smell it. That scent of arousal, of growing need, a warm aroma that filled his body. Filled him with a raw, primal energy that shoved against the weariness.

"Yessss," she hissed her playful growl at him. "Take a deep breath of it, Lover." Those playful, gently rubbing talons turned into a more insistent push. Rýkaran ground teeth, breath coming in shorter huffs. He tried to resist her push. He had to will himself to fight against the slow push of her hands against his chest. A low growl managed to claw its way up his chest as he pushed back. Resisting the pressure of his mate.

Up until her muzzle brushed his chin and she voiced the sweetest of purrs. That little nudge was enough to melt him on the worst of days. Now that he was already weakened and ready to crumble under her attention? Oh he went down like a sack of scales. It took all his energy just to grumble as sigh as he dropped to his side, then was pushed onto his back.

"Trying so hard to resist," she purred. Her tongue trailed over his jawline as she grinned at her mate. "We both know what's going to happen." Rýkaran tried to keep his breathing slow and shallow, wanted to resist that scent that hovered about them. The deliciously twinned scent of male and female that curled about them. He tried to focus on anything else. There was no escape though. Her grinning face filled his vision. Their scent filled his nose and taste lingered on his tongue. Honeyed words and seductive purrs coated his ears and rattled across his form. Qyr's touch so light, yet insistent at the same time. Keeping him pinned to the cave floor even as her scales rasped off his.

Not just her scales either. Her tail was being extra mischievous. It curled and swayed slowly against his legs and groin. Those purrs continued to roll over his form as the tip of her tail came up. No surprise that he was growing erect again. They were both in the prime of their life, and could readily spend an entire night enjoying one another. Though she rarely teased him with such vigor.

Qyr leaned forward, her hips lifting off his form just a little. Her chest plates scraped off his as the dragoness leaned down and licked his muzzle. One forepaw came up to stroke his cheeks and maw. Her tail coiled up his thigh and draped against his throbbing erection. Just the slowest, most casual of strokes. Almost seeming to brush against him by accident more than anything else.

Except it kept happening. Every too-casual sway of her tail was met with a brush against his manhood. Her smile never changed as the thicker tails under her tail teased him. Spreading just enough to rasp against his cock. Teasing the male's tapered length, pinning it to his belly with one swipe. The next lifted it until it nearly touched her underside. He could feel the raw heat of her excitement radiate against his tip. Begging to have his malehood bury into her and ravage her again. To leave her aching and dripping with his seed.

All this was said without a single word. Just the body language he couldn't even see. Maybe it was something she was silently telling him. Could just as easily be his body screaming for what it wanted him to do. Qyr's expression was impossible to read. Hells, he could barely even focus on her face right now. His eyes refused to focus on his mate. The male was barely even aware of her talking. Just the sweet purr of her words as they rasped over his senses.

She shifted, not much, but enough to let him breathe. The drake arched off the ground and gasped, eyes rolling back in his head. He managed to get a solid pant in before talons curled against his cheeks. "Aww," the voice echoed through the lustful haze, "is it getting to be too much for you?"

He forced his eyes to focus, expecting to find himself nose to nose with his mate. Hoped really. Although he wasn't surprised to find himself staring up at her vent.

It wasn't right against his muzzle. No, there was some space there thankfully. Enough to breathe somewhat easily, yet the threat loomed there. Her slit clenching and flexing a little as he stared up at it. Juices gathered about her swollen vent and threatened to drip onto his muzzle at any moment. Couldn't turn away from it either. Her feet curled against his cheeks. Toes scratched against his scales before curling up.

Rýkaran squirmed, tried to grumble at her. Talons tightened to close his mouth and silence him. "Hush," she purred, "need to save your strength." Lips curled as he tried to snarl something. As if it had been waiting for it, a drop of her arousal fell to his nose. He started to snort, wanting to blow the drip away. It rolled about his snout and fell. Eyes rolling back as her essence filled his senses.

The drake ground his teeth and tried to hold back. It was a losing battle though. His end rushing upon him as her tongue brushed his manhood.

His jaws barely parted for a gasp before her toes dove in. Curling about his jaws and into his muzzle. Rýkaran groaned about them, tongue unconsciously rolling over her talons. Her purrs deepened, body shaking over his and making him tremble. Maw closed, almost ready to try and fight her off. Though the instant his lips touched her glorious toes, his teeth fell short. Tongue curled over and under her toes. Qyr's purr sweetened as she shifted over him. More of her weight settled atop of her mate.

She narrowed her eyes with a smirk. Now she let soft moans slip into her purrs. Those little gasps of pleasure that she knew drove him wild. Not that he'd need any help. Why, just looking at his cock, it looked like he was about to burst. Couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him so hard. Veins standing proud of his turgid length. His entire manhood quaked with his shuddering breath. Even a single lick was enough to make him nearly throw her off.

Oh she wished he would too. Her body sang its need for her mate. Insides clenched and pulled at nothing. Longing for the feel of him spreading her again. Why even his tongue could set her off. The feel of it coiling around her toes was enough to make her shiver. Rather than give in, she arched with a warbling moan. Let him hear how excited she was. Maybe if she could...

"SNRRRRL!" the sound shook dust from the cavern roof. Qyr's eyes shot wide as it shot through her. She could feel her very bones shake from the noise; something that was more felt than heard. What was that? Had some other drake found them and decided to interrupt? Was the very mountain itself trying to come down upon the lustful couple.

No. It was her mate.

It caught her off guard enough that Rýkaran was able to strike. One moment, she was atop him. The next instant, her scales were scraping the stone floor. Qyr gasped in shock and tried to get her feet under herself. She couldn't do more than scrabble before powerful hands clapped on her hips and that growl returned. The sheer force of it froze her more than any touch ever could. Her eyes widened as a shiver raced through her.

There was barely time to get a breath before he was on her.

Rykaran's talons closed about her thighs and hooked in. Each tremble made his grip tighten that much more. Was it fear that she'd try to escape and tease? Something else? He didn't give her time to question or wander.

His first thrust knocked the wind from her. Qyr went cross-eyed and her vision blurred. She gasped, or at least tried to, her body heaving under his. He hadn't even allowed her time to get fully onto all fours. The dragoness lay, half-sprawled out, on the cavern floor. Her hindlegs kicking at the air as her mate reared. His hips pushed flush with hers, grinding his slit against her stretched vent. Scales rasped off each other with an audible, skin-crawling sound.

Qyr barely managed to draw in some breath. Her entire form shaking as she tried to get her feet under her.

After all the teasing, Rýkaran wasn't about to let her get her footing.

Talons barely had time to scrap the ground before he drew back. The smooth shape of his cock let the male easily escape her. Rýkaran lunged forward again. Teeth digging into her neck as his talons gouged at her hips. Deep, throaty snarls broke free of the male as his body slammed into his mate. Eyes rolled back as her warmth soaked his cock, gripping and urging him deeper.

And deeper he went.

Hips jerked this way and that with each thrust. There was no strategy or planning for it. He wasn't wanting to make her squeal and beg him for more. No, there was barely any conscious thought at the moment. Just that burning need that she'd been coaxing. The deep seated, primal urge to simply breed.

Qyr had always known how to work him up. Grinding her cloaca against him. Rubbing her feet against his maw, letting him worship her. He'd always wondered what would happen if she pushed him too far. Part of him had wondered if there was a too far. Probably close to that. He wasn't going to hurt his mate, but he was happily fucking her like a beast.

Any fears he might have had about hurting her were quickly assuaged though. Even if she couldn't get her feet under her to thrust back, the noises he coaxed from her told him a story. Not a thrust landed that wasn't met with a squeal. Her tail lashed, cracking off his side. The impact a dull, sting smack that made him growl against her neck. All while her insides gripped and rolled over his cock. Begging her mate for his thick seed.

Rýkaran narrowed his eyes and huffed. The noises coming faster, sharper. Drawing his mate against his body as his pace increased. Nostrils flared to bring him her scent. Rich, needy, and so hot it seared his nose. There wasn't a part of her that wasn't begging him for more. Which he was more than happy to give her every ounce of what he had.

Qyr could barely breath as her mate rutted her. The dragoness was lost in a world of bliss. Her body trembled under his. Oh heavens, she was aching in the best way. His bruising thrusts struck each spot just right. It wasn't long before her voice lifted in a warbling, choking call. Juices erupting from her vent to soak his groin. Rýkaran snarled against her neck and met her climax with his own. A hard thrust almost throwing her ass over her head. Her chest scraped the ground as she lay there. Walls trembled about her mate as he filled her to the brim and beyond. Their sexual cocktail soon overflowing and dripping down onto her chin.

"Ah..." she gasped, "Oh..." came the pant. "Well, that..." she gulped and tried to catch her breath. "Was very..."

He struck between one breath and the next. The drake rolled her onto her side and lunged over again. Low growls pouring from his panting maw and soaking her. His grip shifted from her body down to the ground and back. Always shifting, never settling at once spot. "We're..." he growled through clenched teeth, "not done..."

Morning found the dragons in a heap. They had simply collapsed where they were. Qyr's limbs splayed out. The dragoness' golden red scales coated with her juices and striped with his semen. Rýkaran was similarly stained. His muzzle every bit as coated as groin.

Qyr shifted on the ground. Barely able to shift her form as she panted. Forelimbs trembled as she drug her hind end around. Both dragons hissed as his sensitive cock slipped from her tender slit. Rýkaran trembled as his length twitched, barely even producing a drop of seed. She let out a quiet, panting huff, and dropped against him.

The pair shared a wordless, panting purr. Scales rasped as they nuzzled into each other. Then eyes closed as they drifted off to sleep.

Their rutting would wait until they got a few hours of rest.