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Isabella de Taire walked through the streets and looked into the various stalls of the market. The dragoness was a rare beauty with emerald green scales and hazel eyes. Her fine dress was tailored to her body, and made to bring out the colors in her scales. The grace she possessed as she moved and the way she held herself spoke of one thing, that she was a high-blood. One born into a noble family and trained in etiquette and taught by private tutors. In fact the only reason someone of her breeding was in the little town of Riverwalk was the fair that came there every year. She had always shown an aptitude for Alchemy, so her family had gotten her the best teachers. After many years of studying she was finally a Journeyman and decided to see some of the world outside of her family's estate. Of course her parents had protested and for a couple years she had bodyguards and eve more tutors to ensure she could defend herself. That was three years ago, and if she hadn't been the middle daughter she still doubted her parents would have agreed to it.

The emerald dragoness leaned into a stall and sniffed at some herbs, giving a soft purr as her breath stirred the dried leaves hanging in the stall. She always loved the smell of fresh herbs and longed to have a garden of her own. But it was unheard of to have someone of her breeding tending to the plants in the dirt. Giving a little sigh, she purchased a bundle of some herbs and slipped them into her satchel. About then her belly gave a mumble to remind her it was due some lunch. Thanking the shopkeeper, she turned towards another area of town and headed to a food vendor.

Within a few minutes, she was seated at an outdoor table with a plate of some meat and lentils with flat bread. Lifting her mug of juice, she took a sip and let her eyes wander over the crowds as they wandered from stall to stall. This was a major event for the locals since traders for all sorts of goods met here annually to sell everything from livestock to rare and unique items. As her eyes roamed over the crowd, she spotted what appeared to be a male gryphon on a wall, popping some meat dumplings into his beak and swallowing them. A voice cooed next to her, "Ah, I see you spied Flint, you'll be pleased if you wait around to hear him play." Isabella looked up at the gryphoness serving girl, who immediately blushed and chirped; "If I may be so bold, Milady."

Isabella purred and ate her meal with the dignity that only the highborn possessed, "Thank you for that suggestion, you may go now." Kiana, the gryphoness, clenched her beak to keep back a biting remark and just nodded before heading off. All these nobles and pompous people always looked down on her and her kin, but they brought good money here during the fair.

Flint popped the last of his dumplings into his beak and washed it down with a long swig of his juice. Normally he would be drinking ale, but since he had work to do, he stuck with juice for now. Clearing his throat, Flint stood up and swung his lute around before checking to see if it was in tune still. He was a dragon and gryphon hybrid, his torso was like any of the other gryphons that occupied this town normally, but his lower half was a dragon, just like his mother. He inherited his father's golden brown plumage and his gray eyes, but he also got his mother's bronze coloring. His forearms and lower torso were coated in the fine, metallic scales that shimmered as he walked. He was a minstrel, but unlike some other minstrels he wore rather plain clothing. He didn't like to spend money on expensive dyes or the like for his clothing, instead picking simple clothes that would last. But his mother had seen his choice of clothes and then sewn some bright silk ribbons onto it. Picking at one, he sighed then rolled his wings before strumming on his lute.

Closing his stormy gray eyes most of the way; the hybrid began to sing the haunting tune that told the story of a great battle from ages ago. The crowd moving past the section of wall he claimed as his own slowed then stopped to listen. Flint's voice harmonized perfectly with his lute's sorrowful tune, drawing the crowd into a reverent silence as he cooed and trilled with the music. Finally the ballad drew to a close and he let his voice die down as the lute fell silent as well. His audience broke into applause and several tossed some coins into the hat he had on the low wall. Isabella was one of those people, dropping a few silver into his had before looking at him. "Do you take requests, Sir Minstrel?" She bit back a little gasp as the attractive male turned to look at her with those stormy gray eyes. At first she thought that he was a gryphon, like so many of the locals, but now that she was closer she could see that he had some dragon blood in him. It was probably one of his parents, judging from the fact that his forearms, tail, and (she was guessing) lower half was covered in fine, bronze scales.

Flint looked up as he heard the soft, proper tones that told him someone with some blue blood in their veins was talking to him. His gaze fell on the dragoness, taking in her clothing and form with a single glance as he cooed. She was definitely from a finer family and a pretty thing at that; "Of course I do, what would the lovely lady like to hear?"

Isabella blushed lightly under her emerald scales and crossed her hands in front of her before clearing her throat. "I always enjoyed listening to Maiden's Wish whenever Minstrels or Bards would come around my father's home. And I would enjoy it greatly to hear the song from someone with such a wonderful voice."

Bowing his head slightly, Flint turned and slipped his lute back into its leather case before lifting a lute out of its case and strummed it; "Ah, for this song I need my old friend here." Plucking his talons over the strings, the hybrid made sure it was still in tune before he began to play. The dragoness's eyes drifted closed as she listened to the cords of the familiar song being strummed.

But within mere moments her eyes flew open as she stared at the dracogryph. The song flowing from his beak was beautiful, but the lyrics were completely different than the song she knew. Instead of singing about a maiden that longed for her secret lover ad finally got him, the male was singing about a barmaid that had many lovers as she searched for the perfect one. Her wishes were fulfilled when she found a female that made her writhe like no male before could. Isabella huffed at the male's perversion of her favorite song and turned before storming off into the crowd. Flint watched her go his eyes half-closed as he sang on with his merry tune. It only took a few bars before the crowd joined in with his singing, but no matter how they tried his voice rang out above theirs. From inside the eatery, Kiana smirked and clicked her beak at the prude of a dragoness as she stormed off. Served her right, thinking that she was some great royalty around here. The gryphoness went about serving the tables, whistling a little tune as Flint's voice rang outside.

Isabella was still in a huff that afternoon as she walked out of an inn. First that... male had embarrassed her horribly by taking her request and singing that perverted song. Now she could not find a room no matter how much she searched. The dragoness growled at herself for being so caught up in the fair that she forgot to get a room before searching the stalls. "The lovely lady looks a bit lost, perhaps the mischievous minstrel could help her."

She looked over to see the very same dracogryph leaning against a building as he smiled at her. She turned her head, "I believe you have helped me enough, sir."

Flint chortled and moved to fall in step beside her, his instrument cases dangling on his back. "It seems that the dragoness is upset by me, perhaps she did not like the song I played for her?"

Isabella stopped and spun to glare at him, "I have listened to that song since I was young, and never have I heard it sung in such a manner. You insulted and embarrassed me and I would prefer it if you left me be! You have perverted a song I enjoy dearly."

Flint watched as the dragoness began to storm off before cooing, "It was not me that perverted it." A slight smile formed on his beak as she stopped and turned to look at him. Scratching his beak, he continued; "The songs minstrels sing in taverns and cities are often different than the ones they play for high born. And do you know why?" Isabella shook her head, stepping towards him slightly so she could hear this, curiosity overriding her anger. "The high born often believe that they are better than the people in places like this," he indicated the town with a sweep of his arm, "so they have songsters change their own songs to fit their ideals instead of what the writer wanted."

Isabella nodded a bit, thinking about all the times her father or mother got angry at her for asking questions they considered 'unfit' for a woman of her position. Her father even went so far as to fire her favorite tutor and tell the librarian to watch her when she began to learn things he considered wrong. "Then I am sorry, but you must excuse me since I need to find some place to stay, and there seems to be a shortage of rooms."

He grinned and clicked his beak before whistling, "Ah, then I may be of service once more. It so happens I know of a place with an empty room, but you'll have to share the cabin with someone." Isabella blinked and opened her maw to ask him where this was, but the hybrid had already turned around and began to walk off. Letting out a squeak, she hurried to follow him, her pack with her clothing in it hanging over her shoulder.

A little more than a half-mile outside of town, the pair came up to a cabin and Flint pushed open the door and walked in. On the way to this place, he explained that he had a cabin he inherited that was more than enough for her to stay in during the fair. She was a bit wary of staying in the same home as a male, especially one as attractive as this, but she passed it off as nothing stranger than staying in an inn with many strangers. Standing in the door, she looked around at the dim interior as he moved into the dark cabin. A moment later she could hear flint on steel and turned her head in time to see him start a flame on a lamp, "Ah, there we go." Walking in, she shut the door behind her and began to examine the cabin. It appeared that most of the first floor was a general living area with a kitchen stuffed in the corner. A set of stairs against one wall led upstairs, probably where the bedrooms were, and a door led out back to the privy. Cushions covered some areas of the floor, obviously his preferred style of seat. As Flint worked to get the fire started back up from the coals in the fireplace, she wandered around the first floor. Sticking her nose into one room, she saw a great deal of wood working equipment and several instruments in various stages of construction. He looked up and spotted her in the doorway to the workshop before cooing as he added some more wood, "As you can see, I'm more than just a singster and ruffian." His face brightened as she smiled and walked back to join him in the common room.

Adjusting her dress some, Isabella stayed out of his way as Flint set up the table with their dinner, which she had insisted on paying for since he was kind enough to give her a room. "You are a man of many talents, but tell me. Your voice is so wonderful you could be living in a manor as a Minstrel rather than living in a cabin outside a small trading town, why?"

He smiled at her and set up the low table, settling down on a cushion and patting one next to him, "Sit and we'll talk during supper."

As they ate, the two began to talk about each other and share stories. She learned of his dragon mother that fell in love with his gryphon father when they had a chance encounter when he was traveling and trading. A couple years later he was born, the only egg in their first clutch. And she learned of his time under the tutelage of the craftsman that owned the cabin. Which had led to his passion for not only playing and singing, but for crafting the instruments as well. Near the end of dinner, she noticed something on her leg and looked down to see his paw resting there. The seating arrangement had them fairly close, which neither seemed to mind, but now his hand was on her leg. Everything her parents had taught her screamed at her to gently remove his paw and tell him off if he did it again. But another voice whispered to her that it was fine, that it felt right. Looking up at him in the dim light, she blushed and smiled before looking away. Taking the little sign that it was okay, Flint moved close enough that she could feel his warmth against her side. His paw moved, wrapping around her to rest on her opposite leg. Isabella let out a little purr as she leaned against him, enjoying the feel of such an attractive male holding her close.

He smiled as she leaned against him, his paw stroking over her thigh slowly, petting it through her dress and undergarments. They both watched the fire since the meal was done, but he was watching her from the corner of his eye. Keeping a close watch of her reactions, he let his hand move to stroke over her inner thigh and across her crotch briefly before transferring to her belly. Isabella breathed in a little gasp as that paw ventured over her body in such intimate places. Her teachings were clamoring in her hand that she should move away; she was a de Taire, not some harlot. But her eyes closed partially as his paw gently rubbed her belly, just enjoying the feel of a male this close. But as much as she was enjoying it, her heart was beginning to race as she wondered what he had planned. Slowly that rubbing hand moved lower and lower before pressing his fingers against her lightly. Even through the several layers of cloth, she swore she could feel his warmth as he pressed his digits against her crotch through her clothing. The dragoness let out a sharp little inhale, but didn't move to stop him as his fingers moved in slow circles. Isabella was no stranger to touching herself down there, since she had learned of self-pleasuring from one of the maids during her first heat. But her touching herself and Flint touching her were worlds apart.

Murring, the dracogryph turned his head to nuzzle her softly as his hand moved to let his palm replace his fingers. He could hear her breathing increase in pace a little as she petted his chest in return. Murring, he could feel his male slit beginning to bulge as his hand began to squeeze a little with his petting. Isabella looked up at him as he murred, her eyes glinting so beautifully in the firelight. He could see the inner struggle as her teachings fought with what she wanted. Smiling softly at her, he pressed his beak to her lips. Isabella's eyes widened momentarily as he kissed her, but soon she melted into his embrace as she moaned softly. Breaking the kiss, she blushed at him; "I don't know what to do, Flint."

Cooing softly he nuzzled into her cheek, "Don't worry, its like your first waltz, I'll lead and you follow." She nodded and shifted as he pulled some more cushions over and began to undo the ties of her gown. By now her cheeks were hot with the thought of what she was allowing him to do, what she was doing, but she went along with it readily.

He was a little more eager this time as he loosened her top and let his other paw slip into it and stroke over her breast. She gasped openly this time and pushed her silky scaled mound into his paw as his other one worked up her dress slowly. Isabella tugged away lightly and stood up, looking at him as she undid the ties on her dress and let it fall around her ankles. As he gown fell, so did her undergarments, leaving her in just her deep green scales. Settling back down, she finally covered herself with her arms as her wings spread out on the soft cushions. Cooing softly at her, he moved up next to her and ran his paw over her bared thighs. Isabella trembled lightly as the hand roamed her scaled leg, the feeling so much more intense now. He cooed, "Just say so if you want to stop," as he moved her hand aside and ran his fingers over her sex. She nodded and lay back, trusting him to keep his word, but she doubted she could even make herself stop at this point. Her labia was already swollen with blood and her body felt far needier than she could ever remember.

Using two of his fingers, Flint gently parted her sex lips and let his middle finger slip in to rub against her inner lips. The dragoness arched her back and let out a shuddering moan, which only encouraged him more. He knew from their talking that she was a virgin so he had to bee careful not to hurt her. He kept his sharp talons away from her, just using the pad of his finger to rub around her clit and just into her sex. Leaning his head down, the male let his tongue trace over one of her nipples. The green nub quickly hardened as she shivered, already starting to pant. Isabella could not believe how excited her body was getting as he petted and rubbed her, and oh that tongue! Groaning, she shut her eyes tightly and arched her spine as his smooth beak rubbed her nipple before transferring its attention to her other mound. Rolling her head to the side, she let her muzzle hang open as she panted heavily, her hips rocking against his finger.

Without warning, he stopped and moved away from her. Unable to find words, she whimpered and looked up at him as he smiled. "Don't worry, dear one, I'm just getting more comfortable." She nodded and watched with fascination as he stripped off his clothing and left it in a pile with her things. His body was muscled, as most males that worked for a living, were and his scales seemed to catch and hold the light for a moment before releasing it. She caught a glimpse of something between his legs before he was back down next to her. Settling down next to her, Flint pressed his beak to hers as his fingers resumed their attention on her pussy. Isabella moaned as those rough and callused fingers petted her sex, which only heightened her arousal. Tilting her head she kissed the male eagerly, finding out that kissing a beak was awkward, but enjoying it as his tongue rubbed hers. She could feel her orgasm building far quicker than any time she was alone, but she didn't care as she grabbed at his hands and gasped, throwing her head back. Flint cooed and smiled as the dragoness began to twitch like a fish on a hook. She bit her lip and tried to hold back the cry before it broke free. She quivered and trembled as a trumpeting noise escaped her lips, the best orgasm in her life washing over her. Her vision faded and lights flashed behind her eyes as his fingers played her body like one of his instruments.

Flint murred and moved his paw to her belly, rubbing it as she thrashed in her climax. His cock had already come out of its home, the spear-tipped length begging to be buried between her legs. Isabella looked up at him and panted heavily as she lay on the cushion, "M-more, Flint, please give me more."

He shifted to his side and guided her paw to his cock, letting her feel it; "Are you sure?" She just nodded and gripped his cock before moving her hand to his back. Trilling, he moved over her and shifted her legs apart, "I've heard that this will hurt you, but I'll try to make it as easy as I can." She nodded and shivered lightly under him as her tail rubbed his thigh, feeling him straddling it. Her heart fluttered rapidly, a mix of fear, anxiety, desire, and lust swirling through her system. Her breathing came in short pants as she felt him reach down and rub that tip of his cock against her sex. The dragoness had to keep her hips form pressing up as she felt his cock nudging against her inner lips. Sliding her hands up to rest on his upper arm, she nodded when he looked at her questioningly. Flint shifted then pushes his hips forward, sinking just a couple inches into her body.

The pain of him breaking her cherry was beyond anything she had felt before; it was so bad that tears gathered in her eyes as she hissed. "Ow...that does really hurt, Flint."

He cooed softly and held his body still as one hand moved to stroke her neck and head; "Just relax, it will pass in a minute." She nodded and just concentrated on breathing for a moment as the male held himself over her. It felt as if someone had shoved a hot iron between her legs and kept it there. But after a moment, she got over the initial shock and let out a trembling breath before nodding slightly and squeezing his arms. Murring, he eased forward carefully, keeping his eyes on Isabella as she lay her head back and huffed. She was incredibly tight and warm around his cock and he had to fight the urge to bury himself inside her. Instead he slowly began to plumb her virgin depths, sinking it in just a little at a time. Isabella tilted her head back and moaned at the feeling of him being inside her. It was a little painful as he stretched her unused depths, but something primal and pleasurable was washing over her. An attractive, virile male was inside her and was going to rut her! Finally he hilted and the two shared a moan of joyous celebration as their scaled crotches met for the first time.

Flint rested on top of her, his feathered chest rubbing her scales as he huffed. She was so tight and hot, he didn't know if he could stop if she wanted to. Isabella moaned and gripped his arm as her body pressed up; just the feeling of his body over hers, with those feathers stroking her hard nipples, was beyond anything she could have dreamt. Pushing her hips up slightly, she urged him on with soft motions as her sex gripped to every curve of his cock. Pulling back slowly, Flint's two slight ridges pulled at her sex and made her gasp and buck her hips before his shaft was out of her to its tip. Pushing back in to her quickly, the two of them gasped again and ground against each other eagerly. He began to speed up his thrusts as Isabella began to pant for breath as her pleasure quickly rose to levels beyond her imagination. It was one thing to imagine how it would be her first time having intimate relations. She had fantasized about everything from some strong knight taking her, to some noble on their wedding not, but she had never thought that it would be like this. Here she was on a cushion in an almost complete stranger's home with him having sex with her in front of the fireplace. It was wonderful.

The dracogryph smiled down at her, listening to her soft pants and moans as he took her sex. He was no stranger to the act, having done it with a few females in his time. But never had he been with a virgin, or one of such breeding. He felt her paws move up to his back and pull him closer. Taking that as a sign, he gave a short call and increased his pace. Letting out a gasp, she arched her back and let out a trembling moan as the minstrel began to move faster. She blushed, hearing a regular squishing noise and a thumping that had to be the sounds of their rutting. She tried to stay quiet, the opposite of the male she was with. Flint was emitting low cries, whistles, and calls as he took her body, which she found oddly arousing. Opening her eyes, she looked at him in the firelight and panted as the edges of her vision began to black out. He looked at her and cooed right before lights flashed behind her eyes. Arching her body up, she almost screamed as she came, her body jerking and pressing against his, as her tail slammed into the ground hard. Normally he wouldn't stop at just once, but the dragoness was too tight, too hot, and too beautiful. Pushing into her, he joined her with a screech as his rod began to spurt his hot cum into her. Isabella huffed and panted; scratching at his back and pulling him close as she heard him call out. Purring, she settled back and smiled up at the male dreamily as her eyes fluttered closed.

Isabella woke with a start, hearing something strange and feeling a presence next to her. Her eyes flew open as she sat up, tugging the blanket up to cover her form. It took her sleep-addled mind a moment to remember what had happened and realize it wasn't a dream. Blushing, she looked from the sleeping male to her own body, moving the covers aside to look at it in the pre-dawn light. It didn't look like anything had changed, but a touch to her sex made her wince slightly. It was a bit sore, but relatively clean which surprised her. A vague recollection came to her, one of Flint taking her up to his bedroom and cleaning her up with a cloth before getting in with her. The emerald dragoness let out a soft purr and kissed his beak before looking out into the gray of pre-dawn. She was all for going to sleep, but her body let her know it needed relief. Slipping out of bed, she shivered at the cold air and looked around for her pack before finding it was on a chair in the room. Glancing at him, she blushed as she moved to the chair and bent over to pick out her nightgown. Slipping the garment on, she headed downstairs and outside to make use of his Privy.

Flint smiled, having woke up when she did, but kept playing at sleep. Watching as she got up and bent over, he could feel his cock beginning to harden under the covers. Lifting his head a little, he watched her go and cooed as he waited. It wasn't long before he heard her footsteps and resumed 'sleeping' as she slipped back into the room. The hybrid could hear her hesitate a moment before the soft noise of fabric on scales signaled she was stripping down again. Just a breath later, she was in bed with him and shivering lightly from the chill. He was on his side, and she snuggled right up against his chest. He smiled, feeling her hard nipples through his ruff and suppressed a murr. But he didn't have to wait long before her breathing slowed down and she started to drift off. Shifting a little, he pressed his shaft against her as it hardened slowly, a grin forming as she began to purr low in her throat. Letting a paw slide down, he rubbed her rear and gave it a light swat. The dragoness took in a little breath and he felt her tail lift up as her purrs continued.

Isabella had just begun to drift off to sleep when a little slap to her rear began to wake her up again. She shifted a little, purring as she inhaled Flint's musk. Then she felt his fingers rubbing against her sex as her tail lifted on its own. That woke her up fully, the dragoness's eyes opening to watch him as she moaned; "What are you doing?"

He smiled at her, "Giving you a proper wake up." Winking, he pushed his paw between her legs and began to rub her sex, making her gasp as she felt the blood rush to her labia and make it puff up.

Pushing at his chest she panted, "F-flint, wait. There's something I have to tell you." He looked at her, wondering what she was going to say. The dragoness blushed, "In five days I am going into my heat and if we do anything then I'll have a clutch."

The dracogryph trilled, "Well that's good news, isn't it?" She looked at him, confused as he smiled. "Well if we want a clutch, then this will be the perfect time. If not, my father told me several ways to make sure a female doesn't get pregnant." He winked at her as she blushed, wondering if she did want a clutch with him. A part of her screamed that she did, but another part, the noble part, said that he was below her and could be a consort but never a mate.

Her train of thought was halted as she felt something smooth rubbing her pussy. Looking around, she noticed that the male had vanished under the covers and was rubbing his beak against her. Rolling onto her back, she began to pant softly as she watched the lump move as he rubbed his smooth beak against her. Then his tongue, oh his tongue, began to rub against her inner lips making her back arch as she groaned, grabbing the bedding. Smiling at how she was reacting, he sat up and pushed back the covers with a murr, "Why don't you roll onto your belly, Duchess?"

Isabella blushed as she did as he asked, looking back at him, "Like this, Flint?"

He churred and gripped her rear, lifting it up slowly. The dragoness shifted her legs under her so she was kneeling on the bed; her tail cocked to the side a little. He smiled at her and cooed, "Just like that." Sliding his paw over her tail, he drew out a moan from her as he leaned down again. Smiling at her, he ran a finger over her tail and grinned as her it lifted up out of the way. Murring, he leaned his head down and licked over her pussy as his fingers rubbed her sex slowly. Flint was surprised at how wet she was already. He trilled, "Does the Duchess like what I'm doing?" He smiled as she blushed and turned her head away, embarrassed.

Sitting up, he rubbed his cock against her pussy and cooed. Isabella turned her head again and looked back at him, her muzzle parted slightly as she took short gasps of air, waiting eagerly for him to push into her. Winking at her, he moved to the side just enough to let her see his cock before he scooted up behind her and pressed against her sex. Rocking his body slowly, he ground his dick against her wet folds, cooing as he teased her a moment. Isabella panted softly and grabbed onto the sheets, she was in a bit of surprise when she saw his cock. That thing had been inside her? Closing her eyes, she groaned as she felt that hot cock sliding against her pussy. Her body felt hotter than she could ever remember it being before, and she felt a need deep in her core for this male to push his cock into her and fill her up. Her rear tilted up and pushed back, eager to have the male inside her.

Flint smiled at her and churred as he lifted her tail up, draping it over his shoulder as his tip pressed against her. He could hear her take in a soft breath as she waited for him to push into her. Smirking, he pushed forward, his eartuffs pricking forward as he listened to the sweet sound of her sex spreading around his cock. Her spine arched, pushing her body back as he hilted inside her quickly this time, letting out a low joyous noise as she was filled. Holding onto her hips, he looked at the green dragoness and cooed. Since she seemed so eager to get rutted he wasn't going to make her wait. Pulling his hips back, he stopped right at his tip and slammed forward hard with a grunt. When Isabella responded to him with a groan and pushing back, it encouraged him to push faster against her. He wasn't going all out on her since this was her second time, but his scaled sac was swatting against her with a satisfying thwack with each thrust.

Isabella laid her cheek on the bedding as he lifted up her tail, his tip pressing against her pussy. Her tail curled over his shoulder and rubbed his back slowly, savoring the feel of his luxurious mix of feathers and scales. Then he pushed into her, drawing a pleasure-filled gasp from her maw as her sex was filled with his rod. Purring, she arched her back and pushed into his motion, taking him down to his root. She wanted him to take her like a wild beast, and he did just that. She almost voiced a whimper as he pulled back, but let out a louder cry as he pushed into her again and again. The dragoness's scaled form rocked against his, knowing instinctively what to do even if she wasn't sure. Pressing her head into the pillow, she began to pant as that knot began to form in her gut once more, letting her know that he was working her towards an orgasm. Her maw trembled as she bit back a moan, staying quiet for the most part.

Cooing down at the dragoness, he changed his angle a bit as she huffed and panted under him. Pausing for just a second, he shifted his body forward to pin her tail between his chest and her back, pounding hard and fast into her rear now. By changing his angle slightly, his tip ground right into her g-spot and drew a sharp, yelping noise from her as her sex clamped around him tightly. He paused for a second and looked at her, but the look she gave him when he stilled let him know she was fine. Grinning, he shifted his hands to rest on either side of her torso, pounding into her faster now. The scaled beauty pushed back into him eagerly, starting to pant louder now as he slammed into her quickly. Without warning, her back arched and she let out a scream of pleasure as her orgasm washed over her body. Hissing, he nipped her neck, "Oh that's it, lovely one, keep that up." She huffed heavily as her sex clamped around his cock, not able to do anything or really hear him as his cock kept working inside her. Flint's body was pounding into hers hard and fast as they huffed together. Supporting himself on an elbow, he grabbed one of her soft breasts and rolled the mound in his paw, as his cock slammed into her hard and fast. Isabella's eyes went wide before clenching shut as she shoved back. This time he got a roar from her as she hit her second peak, her juices coating his sac and thighs. He huffed and managed to get a couple more thrusts in before arching his back and letting out a keening cry as his cock exploded inside her.

Dragging his talons down her side lightly, he let them skip over her scales as they panted. The two lovers shared in the blissful afterglow as they murred and purred at each other. Laying with his chest to her back they shifted over onto their sides as one, unwilling to pull apart as they panted for breath. Flint lifted his head and smiled as Isabella broke into a soft purr, licking his fingers and nuzzling them tenderly. Churring, he draped a wing over her body and smiled as he settled down for another hour or two of sleep. Yesterday had turned out to be a great day after all, hadn't it?

Isabella purred as she felt the wing over her, snuggling back into the male's soft plumage. His hand shifted to rest on her belly so she moved one to hold it. It felt so intimate, so right, with him nestled up with her like this in bed; his cock still buried inside her after a great session of sex. Even though a blush spread on her muzzle, the dragoness smiled at the thought of staying here and doing this with the attractive male for the rest of her life. A low purr emitted from her throat as she closed her eyes, resting just for a little bit.