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Second part is out! A Dragon's Journey: Flames in the DarkSupport me on Patreon for novel chapters, snippets, and more exclusive content!Helloooo there!It's been a rough week, hasn't it? My normal uploading schedule suffered some setbacks, and you guys were probably wondering what kinky stories I might cook up for you. Look no further! A dragon lover was generous to share his characters and ideas with me, and I wrote him a story to match his exquisite tastes. So what's it about? Well, lets just say two dragons flee to a frozen wasteland to escape a terrible danger. They take shelter in a cave, and the blissful warmth brings more than just heat. Aroused and enraged by their incessant instincts, the two have to find a way to subdue the heat...or be consumed by it. What's going to happen after? Your guess is as good as mine :) Read and find out, my dear fluffies, scalies, and naughty purveyors of fine stories.And please, if you enjoy this story please consider the following:Fav if you read itVote if you liked itComment if you're feeling awesomeThankies!***Aryi spread her wings, gliding upon the frigid winds. Ice

thickened around her violet feathers, freezing them solid against her numb,

aching joints. They felt more like two solid block of ice rather than the

magnificent wings that carried her all the way from Liary's Breath to the

frozen forest rolling below her. She looked ahead, towards the small mounds

rising ahead of her. Small and insignificant they looked, hinting at a few more

hours of flying. The jagged mountains offered shelter to the ruddy sun, setting

the sky ablaze with streaks of red. She hated that color. It resembled fire, and death, and

smoke. Aryi blinked quickly, purging the dreary thoughts from her mind. Even

here, amidst cold and ice, fear retained its grip. Aryi squeezed her eyes shut,

forcing the frozen tears to roll down her fur like two translucent beads. Amidst

the veiling darkness clouding her eyes, she caught another glimpse of the red

dread. Its wings were massive, and its maw filled with huge, serrated teeth.

What purpose those had was beyond Aryi. The beast's claws slashed through trees

and dragons alike, and its fiery breath engulfed melted even stone. "Not us," Aryi snapped her eyes open, purging the dreadful

images from her mind. She licked her cold muzzle, soothing her frozen lips with

flickers of warmth. "We survived. Lived, because we're quick.""Said anything?" her mate approached, beating his wings

once. His exquisite plumage was adorned with ice crystals, giving him a rugged

look.The words took a moment to register. Aryi threw him a quick

glance, then looked ahead. "No," she said, tightening her grip on the furs

trapped between her paws."I don't know why you insist on carrying those by yourself,"

Azaryl pointed."You do, only you're too stubborn to understand."He growled and swerved towards her, intent on soothing her

cold temper. Aryi swiped her tail towards his fluffy rump. He pulled up and

sailed above her violet tuft. His claws flexed, ready to grab onto her wings.

Aryi fell to the right, quickly adjusting from her drop with three quick wing

beats. She hissed at the jolting pain, claws digging into the rock solid furs. "Clumsy.""I'll show you clumsy," Aryi snapped, forcing her mate a

wing back. He straightened his flight path, bowing his head in submission. She was imposing when

needed. Powerful. Other dragons even saw her as intimidating; a crafty beauty

hiding between veils of bright colored feathers. Aryi certainly considered

herself above most dragons, yet the rich hues of her violet hide and the

cerulean tip of her flight feathers impressed only her own kin. The beast that

attacked them at dawn had no regard for anything other than slaughter.Aryi's trembling teeth pressed against each other. Her jaw

clattered as an icy sliver of fear surged through her already numb muscles. It

had to be a living being with an obvious weakness, yet every time she thought

back, Aryi was greeted by the living incarnation of terror: a beast bigger than

any that decimated anything in its path. Its roar rang in her ears, and Aryi

looked back, ready to surge forth at its sight.There was nothing. The same proud trees zipped underneath,

and the sky retained its fiery mantle. It was almost sundown, yet the journey

seemed to expand for days. Aryi was thoroughly exhausted. Her belly was empty,

her wing muscles spasmed and quivered with pain with every beat of her wings,

and her nostrils stung. Only fear kept her going. As dreadful as it felt, sheer

terror saved her life. "You are thinking again," Azaryl approached."Analyzing," Aryi hissed, opening her mouth just enough to

form proper words. She had no time nor energy for games, and in times like

these Azaryl became more bothersome than a hatchling."Mind sharing?"Aryi shot him an annoyed glance. "I do mind. Every word is a

waste of energy. If we don't find shelter before sundown, we are going to sleep

in these, down there," she shook the frozen furs and looked down at the jagged

river forking between the forest below."Point made, your crankiness.""I'm not cranky!" Aryi growled."Grawh, I must have missed something," Azaryl's muzzle

contorted with pain. Aryi's lips twitched with amusement. She had him there,

but Azaryl never gave up that easily. He stretched his serpentine neck, lashing

his tongue across Aryi's snout.She turned her head away, hissing. How he maintained his

mirth eluded her like the gentle winds of summer. "Aside from prolonged

exposure to cold, frozen wings, lack of food and no shelter in sight? Yes, you

probably missed a tiny detail," Aryi surged ahead of him. Azaryl caught up. He was not ready to give up. He inched

closer to her, cobalt eyes glimmering with uncertainty. "I know that we are

alive. That alone should mean something.""It means that we will die tired, hungry and in pain if we

don't find a cave."Her mate shook his head and kept the rumbling disagreement

for himself. There was little use in arguing. He pulled his wings tight and

swooped towards the icy forest until he became no larger than a n ordinary

vulture. "Stupid male. What does he know?" she hissed angrily.Azaryl went all out against the darkened beast, joining the

other males in an idiotic attempt at thwarting an unstoppable threat. If he

remained at their den, they could have scavenged the proper supplies:  warm flight furs tailored for this weather and

smoked meat for prolonged travel. With him gone, Aryi only managed to snatch

the bare necessities before fear got the better of her. She darted out of her

home valley, looking behind after every beat of her wings. She pleaded with all

the gods and creators she knew for her mate's safety, and they listened. Azaryl

joined her quickly after with no signs of blood or trauma marring his pristine

feathers. He babbled about buying enough time for the females and all manner of

nonsense. How could he have helped if he died?Aryi squeezed the furs as hard as she could and muffled her

bursting roar. Stupid or not, she loved her mate more than any possessions.

With a quick dive, she rushed towards Azaryl, meeting him mid air. He couldn't

stay apart for long, and the two nuzzled and licked the ice off their cold muzzles,

hissing and mewling their mutual affection. With their bond mended, the two

dragons continued their journey. The sky bruised to a deep purple just after the sun

disappeared below the rising mountains. Aryi's heart swelled. She knew how to

scout for every nook and crevice, and it wasn't long until she found a proper

cave. "Here!" she roared, landing on the small ledge at the mouth

of a narrow cave. Azaryl joined her within five heartbeats. He touched the

ground with a growl, unsteady on his shivering legs. "It will take a bit to adjust," Aryi turned around towards

the gloomy darkness. "Take small steps and keep my tail within sight.""It's hard to miss it," he licked and nuzzled into the

fluffy tip. Aryi swished it briefly before her head disappeared into the

curtain of darkness. The air smelled odd and cold, carrying traces of other

inhabitants."Bear?" Azaryl asked.Aryi snorted with laughter. Her flames escaped between her

jaws, illuminating the winding corridor. "We are a dozen wings above ground, my

mate.""The bear could fly.""I am most certain it did," Aryi swatted his snout. Azaryl grabbed

her tip before it caused further damage, but Aryi didn't care. She liked the

slick warmth of his saliva after a day of freezing flying. With slow steps, she

walked ahead, blowing gusts of flames every so often. The cave expanded the

deeper they went, offering a bigger shelter for a matching cost."I take my words back," Azaryl released her tail and

sneezed. "No bear I know smells like this.""Your rear does," Aryi quipped. "I clean myself daily!""Not there, no," Aryi shot another spurt of bright flames,

revealing the bottom of the cave. "Do you want me to prove myself? Because I certainly don't

mind grooming from paws to tail when you're watching.""Maybe later. We have bigger concerns now." Aryi rushed ahead.

The damp scent of stale caves was a small price to pay for warmth. She drew her

head back and unleashed her fire in a continuous stream, vaporizing the mucus

and drying everything in a matter of seconds. Azaryl jumped out of the way with

a startled roar."My tail!" Azaryl snarled, inspecting his thick, fluffy

pride."I didn't singe it," Aryi approached. Her nostrils twitched,

drawing in the scent of melted ice, dragon, and something moist and warm. "Like I said, it's-"Her maw was filled by her mate's eager tongue. Azaryl licked

her with eager strokes, dashing his tongue all around her maw. "You witty bastard," Aryi closed her eyes, melting in the

flow of affection. She missed warmth dearly, along with her mate's affectionate

growls. He rubbed and nuzzled greedily under her jaw, trying to stick his

tongue between her teeth. Aryi liked to be a tease on occasion, but this time

her mate deserved a bit of a leeway. She opened her maw, allowing him to take

everything he wanted. Wet, sloppy licks followed, each quicker than the last. "I missed your taste," Azaryl finished with a last flick

across her nose."And I missed your tongue," Aryi purred happily. Her

coldness melted under the waves of affection, and her wings twitched in

remembrance of their heated couplings. Aryi swished her tail above her kneading sex. A brief kiss

was all it took for her flesh to ooze its essence. Azaryl noticed that. He

flattened his ears and pushed between her legs, sniffing greedily for her

fertile scent. "Duties first," she pushed him away with a paw. "Mating is the most important of duties," he mewled, kissing

her again. His warm tongue made judgment heavier, but Aryi knew mating

was the least of their concerns. They couldn't become careless if that monster

was on their trail. It only took a moment of distraction, and then-"No," she jumped back. Her paws skidded and screeched as her

claws dug into the stone. "You're such a tease," Azaryl said. Licking followed, its

purpose concealed by the engulfing darkness. Aryi's lips pressed with excitement. Was he pleasuring

himself? She lusted for the sight and scent of her mate's cock, especially when

he licked himself. Aryi valued grooming as much as any dragon, and watching her

mate perform a thorough cleaning aroused her more than anything. She thought of

how his wet cock slipped between her hungry folds, filling them with hard,

twitching meat."I'm being careful, my mate," Aryi said, tense with

disappointment. "It is no good to nurture life if we don't have warm furs to

sleep in and meat in our bellies.""We can hunt later," Azaryl nuzzled her excitedly."Now," Aryi pressed, moving her head away from his prodding

snout. "And bring wood too while you are out."Azaryl's growl sank into a disappointed whimper. "You are

sending me away?""Only for a short while. I will prepare our furs and make

sure you rest on something warm and dry.""That loses its appeal when...""When what?""Doesn't matter," the sound of claws clicking on stone

followed. "You probably don't care anyway.""Azaryl!"Only the sound of his steps answered her. Aryi gritted her

teeth and walked after him, bumping into stones and stalactites. Her stern

attitude was a bit of a problem sometimes. It wasn't her fault though! Males

adored strong females, and Aryi had little to show aside from fancy feathers

and words. She was smaller and less bulkier, and the other females made sure

she remembered that during the occasional sparring. Aryi used her agility to

outmaneuver her opponents, using the environment to her advantage. Some praised

her ingenuity, while others scoffed at her weakness. True dragons used no

tricks to distract and deceive, they said.Aryi snorted in disgust at that. She was curious to know the

whereabouts of those idiots. They probably laid in a pile of broken bones, offering

an easy meal to the nightmare that stole their home. She blew another gust of

flames, forcing her attention back on her surroundings. The cave got warmer

thanks to her flames, but cold wind continued seeping through the cracks. Aryi pulled her wings closer and went back. The pain was

still there, a bit less noticeable now that her muscles got warmer. She felt

with her paws around the bundle of furs and sneaked her clawed toes between

them. Then, she flexed her paw and pushed. The furs spilled from their tie, wet

and cold thanks to the melting ice. Aryi pressed the water out of them with

both paws, then breathed heated air upon the soggy furs. She flapped her wings

steadily, directing the airflow around the cushy pelts. She tested them with

her snout every so often, purring heartily when her nostrils met the dry

surface of a great bear pelt. Aryi rubbed her head amidst the silky embrace, enjoying the

soft tickling around the sensitive sides of her muzzle. She nipped playfully, a

soft growl escaping between her parted jaws. "Warm and dry, just like I like them," Aryi whispered,

rolling on her back. She spread her scent all over her furs, coating them in

her sweet miasma. She had nothing better to do while her mate was out anyway,

so she allowed the gleeful playfulness to wash over her. She kicked, growled

and fought with the furs until her nose found itself between her mate's shaggy

wolf pelts. Aryi blinked. She pushed her nose deeper, inhaling the stronger

fragrance. The savory scent traveled deep into her nostrils, awakening a known

craving inside her smoldering sex. Aryi mewled softly and rubbed her nose

inside the pelts. She wanted to touch and lick her mate, not just smell him.

She needed his warmth, his tongue, his seed... That last thought made her yelp

with unrestrained need. Aryi got up on her fours and straddled her mate's furs.

Then, she raised her tail high, forcing her slit to stretch. Her muscles

tensed, pushing her folds together in a mighty embrace. Aryi pushed down hard.

Her walls shuddered and spasmed, gripping the dry furs inside their wet

embrace. Lifeless fur offered only a limp and bland surface, yet to Aryi that

was enough. She only needed a part of her mate, and with his scent surrounding

her, she pushed and rubbed just like she did back in their home. Her paws

spread with elation, and her throat rumbled with delight. Aryi crawled forward,

getting every trace of her scent across the furs. When her nethers were

thoroughly stimulated, she gripped the silky bedding and rolled on her back.

Her wings went limp, and her claws slid along the hard leather. Aryi licked her muzzle, then pressed the furs hard against

her belly. She rejoiced the warmth, yet the heat increased exponentially when

she slid the silky material between her hind legs. Her muscles tensed, pushing

hard into the invading surface. Aryi's tail slapped the ground and her wings

trembled as she mated the furs thoroughly. Rapid breaths left her maw, stoking

the fire burning between her kissing lips. She wanted nothing more than soaking

her mate's bedding with her fluids, but dead pelts made improper partners. Lust

quickly turned into frustration, and Aryi threw the shaggy wolf aside when her

convulsing muscles failed to spill their essence. She rolled on her side, pressing her muzzle tight against

her sex. Warmth enveloped her nostrils, and fertile scents warmed her blood.

She was going into heat, that much was certain. Aryi poked her tongue out. She

pushed between her trembling walls, then sunk into the depth of her moistening

tunnel. Warm shivers claimed her, and her tongue wriggled without her accord. Aryi pulled back with a drawn out moan. She barely touched

herself, and climax already threatened to erupt. The female stilled her racing

breath, licking the fragrance off her lips while she waited. Spilling her

essence alone was drab, as much as she wanted it. Aryi flapped the scent away

with a beat of her wings and turned away from her twitching gender. Her crave

for a male grew more the closer she approached her peak, and Aryi couldn't help

but push her snout back into his furs. She whimpered softly and licked along

the clumped furs, thinking of her beautiful mate. "You'll come back," she whispered. "And I'll be here,

waiting."*Azaryl never knew the depth of frustration until he reached

the cave's frozen ledge. His heart raced, his limbs shivered, and his hardened

member poked its smooth head between the lubricated walls of his slit. Azaryl

stopped. Instinct urged him to go back and take his mate. Will told him to go

out in the cold and do her bidding. The choice seemed no choice at all. No sane

male preferred the biting cold over the warm folds of a receptive female. "Maybe I'm not that sane after all," he growled, walking

towards the ledge until his erection became more bothersome. He stopped, one

forepaw lifted ahead of the other. Licking his muzzle, Azaryl pushed it under

himself. He felt the warm fur of his belly as he slid along the silky fur until

he met his eager cock. He remained like that, frozen with indecision until he

pushed his paw forth. His cock tensed and trembled inside the warm prison of

his pads. Azaryl tried pushing it back, but every touch sent shivers across his

hardening slit. He gave up with a growl and arched his back into an involuntary

thrust, forcing more of his lubricated length out. "Grrawr!" the male snapped at the air. He pushed the hard tip

between his toes, trembling with arousal as his pads flexed around the lithe

head. The pressure intensified his pleasure, and he poked tentatively,

exploring the delightful stimulation until he pulled back with a long, drawn

out growl."I can't. Not here," the male shook his head and dashed

ahead, shivering under the cold wind's grasp. He embraced the night like a true

male, with his wings flared and his lips curled above his pristine fangs. The

gentle breeze snuck between every feather and protrusion, making his teeth hurt

and his member shrivel in less than four heartbeats. The male shook his head

and took flight. Freezing temperatures had the same strength as an orgasm. They

were sudden, decisive, and infinitely less pleasurable than seed spilling. Azaryl thought about asking his mate to soothe his ache as

he ascended into the darkening sky. It seemed fitting she rewarded him for his

efforts. Then, he looked upon the forest, and all thoughts of retribution

turned to providing. Azaryl flapped his aching wings quicker until he met the

powerful trees. He slid between their heavy trunks and shifted between the

larger branches expertly, kicking and snapping the smaller ones. He swooped

down on the ground, gathered his stash in a pile, then made a visible mark on

the ice. The sky looked clear enough and Azaryl was certain he could find his

way back before darkness fell.With that thought in mind, he ventured deeper into the

forest, ears perked and eyes alert for any sign of movement. Coldness dulled

his senses, yet even a blind dragon could trace the gruff breath of bears back

to the creatures. Azaryl dived upon a young male and ended him before it even

realized what happened. With his kill secured, he flew back towards the wood

pile and collected the twigs inside his maw. Happy that his task was done, Azaryl returned back to the

cave just before night fell. He dropped the bear on the ledge, then carefully

secured the creature upon his back before advancing further inside. The smell

of female heated his blood. He quickened his pace, stopping just outside her

reach. Azaryl dropped the bear carefully and loosened the twigs from his maw."Aryi?"The female's steady breath offered a single, monotonous

reply. Azaryl's ears drooped. He hoped to find her awake, but he couldn't place

the blame on her. The journey sapped both of their strength, and females needed

more rest and nourishment when their cycle started. "I'll make sure you're warm."The male built a small bonfire just outside their inner den

and set it ablaze. The warmth was a welcome addition to the blazing light.

Azaryl stoked the fire until it burned on its own, then turned around. Aryi was

curled on top of her furs, while his were carefully laid next to her."You kept your word..." Azaryl stalked forth, his paws barely

making a sound on the cave's floor. He crouched when he reached her, touching

the claw of a forepaw with the tip of his snout. Her scent was so strong, and

her warmth inviting. Azaryl climbed towards her forehead, barely keeping his

tongue inside his muzzle. He wanted to lick her warmly, snuggle, and maybe even

mate. Azaryl blinked, losing himself in the warm thoughts until something

smacked his lips. He opened his eyes to a twitching ear. The male quickly

pulled back and retreated to his own furs. Aryi made her intention clear

before, and insisting seemed a most unfit option.Azaryl snuggled inside his furs. He stretched his wings and

brought his tail around, laying his chin on top of the fluffy tip. Warmth

enveloped him. He exhaled and closed his eyes, thinking of a playful and eager

Aryi when her savory scent entered his nostrils. Azaryl rubbed his nose with

his tail. Lust was bothersome like that, coming and going whenever it pleased.

He breathed in and out, lasting only four cycles before he sunk his muzzle into

the furs. Something was pleasantly odd, and Azaryl knew why when he tasted the

clumped strings. The sweet fragrance of heat dissolved in his saliva, pushing

the young male past the edge of frenzy. Azaryl snorted gruffly and humped into the soft fur. His

cock thundered out of his slit, pressing between the narrow space. The male

hissed and maintained his pace, licking his muzzle after every stroke. The furs

were awfully dry, but the raw stimulation expanded his cock to its very limits.Azaryl rolled on the side and lowered a wing over his twitching

cock.  Disturbing his mate's rest was

awfully improper when he had two paws and a tongue to pleasure himself with.

Azaryl coated his pads in a thin film of saliva, then gripped his cock from

both sides. He snarled at the warm touch, overcome with the raw need of

copulation. His flanks buckled, thrusting his cock towards his eager maw.

Azaryl licked around the tip, washing off the strong fragrance with smooth

flicks of his tongue. He slid closer to the base, then returned back to the pointy

head, altering the silky licks with the rougher touch of his paws. The

stimulation sent him closer and closer towards the edge, and Azaryl found

himself most eager to drown his lust in waves of fertile seed. *Her mate returned fast, just as she expected. Then he called

her name. Aryi's tail twitched with eagerness, but a hind paw snuggled the

fluffy pest closer to her belly. She didn't want him to know about her

intentions right away, so she watched in silence, with a feathery wing draped

over her head. Azaryl dropped on his furs with a long sigh and placed his head

on the soft cushion. He looked tired and lifeless. His wings drooped

unceremoniously on each side, and his tail was too lazy to curl around his

body. The male laid there for a few seconds until his breath picked. He sniffed

and licked across the ridges of his bedding, washing away the dried fragrance

with quick caresses of his long, moistened tongue.He discovered her scent. Aryi's claws dug into her own furs,

tense with arousal. Her mate had a hunger for her, a crave satisfied only by

raw instinct. The black furs shifted and crumpled underneath his gripping paws,

retreating towards his thrusting member. Azaryl hissed softly. Slivers of pink

poked between every available crevice, engorged with lust and desire. Aryi's breath cut

when her mate snarled and pushed all the way in. His fully erect member emerged

between his forepaws, throbbing thrice as it met his flaring nostrils. Azaryl

licked the tip quickly, mewling out loud when his tongue made contact with the

exposed flesh. He dropped on the side, belly up, tending to his raging need

with untamed hunger. Aryi couldn't see much due to the obstructive wing draped

over his erection, but she didn't need to. The wet licks and the squelches

provided an obvious answer. She shifted inside her bedding, gripping and

rubbing her hind legs along the sensitive ridge of her slit. Warm pleasure

filled her muscles faster than she anticipated. The hot shiver traversed

towards her tail, where it exploded into oppressive pleasure. Aryi pressed her

muzzle shut, muffling the rebellious moan. Not that she needed to. Her mate was

thoroughly engrossed with his ministrations, growling softly every so often. His moans shattered her patience. Aryi forfeited her own

pleasure and stalked forward, carefully avoiding his fluffy tail. The cobalt

fluff swished this way and that, restless just like his shivering wings. "You seem to enjoy yourself," Aryi said, touching the white

tips of his outward feathers.Azaryl's gruff whimper turned into a rumbling choke.

"Wh-what?""I should be asking that question," Aryi stepped over his

tail. It was exquisitely soft, and as thick as one of her forepaws. She

directed the azure streaked tail between her forepaws, delighting in its silky

caress."Question?" Azaryl's head poked between his wing feathers.

"What question?""The obvious one. What made those suave moans leave your

cute little maw?""Grooming, obviously," he added the last word quick before

retreating from sight. Aryi bowed her head. So this is how he wanted to play this

game. She rubbed her snout along his tail until she reached his rump. Then, her

tongue poked out, washing along the tense muscles budging underneath. The male

shivered, pushing his flank away just enough to expose the bulged base of his slit."Mind if I help with your grooming?" Aryi licked her muzzle

in quite the mischievous way"N-not at all," Azaryl whimpered, weakened by the surging

pleasure. He lay back, still keeping his cock hidden between his legs and a

wing.Aryi inhaled his tantalizing scent and shoved her snout hard

into his leg, making her mate yelp with surprise. He was unprepared for her

vigorous snout massage. Aryi headed towards his lower belly, softening the soft

clumps with her snout, then straightening the fur with her tongue. Azaryl

enjoyed that a lot more than he should have. His flesh trembled in her wake,

and his claws barely remained steady. They gripped and pulled on the furs,

surging in rhythm with the incessant throbs pulsating under his tail. "Grooming is delightful, isn't it?""It...It surely is," Azaryl hissed, kicking a paw. His tail

jerked too, rubbing along Aryi's belly. The restless tip caught her over her bare lips, coaxing a

soft mewl between her clenched fangs. Aryi snorted and pushed just below his

slit. She wasn't ready to give in that easily.  Azaryl's whole leg

shifted to the side, revealing the fleshy mass residing between his legs. His

pink slit fully exposed its sensitive flesh, fueling the hard baton extending

towards the male's neck with fresh reserves of heated blood. Aryi looked upon

the delightful sight. The veins underneath, surging with passion. His tapered

tip, straight and smooth for the most delicate of penetrations. And most

importantly, his slit. Aryi always admired the male anatomy in that regard. Her

eyes lingered along the edges of his crevice. Every time he spasmed, she

clenched her own lips, flaring the heat dancing around her moistening entrance.Aryi craved to lick the slime off his cock and feel his

warmth between her shuddering lips more than anything. She opened her maw,

ready to voice her heated need."Do you want me to do your paws too?" She asked instead."Yes please," Azaryl said softly.Aryi blinked. That was not the reply she expected. She turned

away from his raging erection and sought his paws instead. She sniffed the soft

pads briefly, taking in the earthly scent before dashing her tongue along their

silky length. Azaryl flexed, allowing her tongue to slide between his grappling

toes. He was quite adept at resisting her teasing. Aryi left his paw coated

with warm saliva, then slid downwards along his leg. "You seem to want more than grooming, my mate.""No. Just...just..."Azaryl breathed quicker the closer she

approached his slit. His needy growl begged where his words faltered, and Aryi

was briefly tempted to take him inside her maw and feast on his fertile seed.

She sniffed the wet edge of his cock, then pushed his trembling wing away with

her snout. Azaryl had his tongue halfway out, panting with heated desire until

their eyes met. He yelped and buried his nose into his chest, cleaning his fur

with broad strokes. Aryi tilted her head, surprised and amused by what she saw. "The wing please. It's still," Azaryl was cut off by a

reckless throb of his cock. "Still aches a bit," he continued, paying no mind

to his erection. "Can you take care of it?""Anything for my mate," Aryi licked her nose seductively and

turned her neck. His wing came in sight, black at the base, and lighter towards

the edge. She sniffed and nuzzled along his muscular joint, caressing the soft

feathers protecting his muscles. Azaryl straightened his proud wing, whimpering

with delight after every stroke. Aryi rubbed up and down, minding only the grooming until

that damnable tail became a pest. Azaryl lost a bit of control when he got

excited, and his tail rubbed all over her quivering slit. She pinned it with

her own fluffy tip, yet that was not enough. Her sex shuddered after every

touch, pleading for something hard lodged between the clamping walls. That was too hard to resist. Aryi lowered herself until she

sat on Azaryl's tail. The male didn't even notice. He cleaned his paw now,

sneaking in a quick lick across his cock whenever Aryi's eyes were occupied

with the amalgamation of feathers. The large plumes towards the edge were easy

to clean, but the darker ones covering his joints were frustratingly time

consuming. Aryi slid down towards his neck, grazing the flesh softly with her

fangs."I like that," Azaryl moaned, licking under her chin. "I know you do," Aryi hissed softly. She dashed a long

stroke along his coarse mane, then followed up with a short thrust against his

tail. Fur scratched away at her damp lips, taming the fiery itch dwelling

inside her sex. Aryi could smother her urge no longer. She picked up her pace,

grinding her sex heartily against Azaryl's fluffy tail. He craned his neck

towards the commotion, but a well placed grip below his horns contained his

excitement. "What are you-"Aryi hissed. Lust claimed her, and all she could think of

was the bliss of release. Tongue replaced teeth, and soon she licked her mate

with the same passion as she thrust. Azaryl grabbed his erection between his paws

and started circling his pointy tip. Both dragons growled and licked at each

other, sharing their love and the acquired taste between their strokes. Aryi

delighted in the masculine fragrance of her mate, while the male was left

wanting. He craved for something more, and soon he abandoned his cock in favor

of a more exotic taste. Aryi allowed him to explore. A tail was all she needed, and

her climax was quickly approaching. She pushed hard against the clumps of fur,

straining with surging pleasure. Azaryl could barely keep his tongue inside his

maw. He sniffed at tasted the air, desperate for Aryi's liquid lust. He licked

below her belly, flicking his tongue along a flank. No matter how much he

tried, he couldn't reach her lips.Aryi pulled back, preparing for a final thrust before the

tail vanished. Her sex met the cold surface of the stone, forcing an annoyed

growl out of her snarling maw. "You moved."Azaryl's paws wrapped around her, pressing her belly tight

against his. "I know, and I'm sorry," he kissed around her flaring

nostrils. "I made a big mistake."Aryi looked into his sparkling eyes. He was just as aroused

as she was, maybe more. Somehow, it seemed wrong to vent on her mate."It's not that big," she said, lowering her violet lips over

the snowy fangs. "Not as big as you, obviously.""But you seemed so eager and feisty. My lack of control

stole away your pleasure."Aryi nipped under his jaw. "Silly male. What kind of female

mates tails?""The one standing above me," he dashed three quick licks

between her eyes."With a fertile male throbbing beneath her, yes," she bowed

her head and licked at the tip protruding below his neck.Azaryl mewled softly, pressing his erection tighter between

them. "I want to mate you," he pressed his muzzle against hers. "Then fill you

with all that I have to offer." His tongue slithered between her fangs, tasting

the insides of her maw.Aryi shook her head and pushed him away.  "We are not safe. That thing might still be

after us, and a frozen wasteland is no fitting place for a hatchling.""We can fly to warmer climates before you lay," the male

insisted, becoming more desperate."No," Aryi grabbed his tongue.Azaryl slid it back, blinking. He stared at her for a few

heartbeats, then unleashed a heavy sigh. "I suppose you are right.""I always am, my mate," Aryi rolled to her side. Her wing

embraced Azaryl's erection briefly before it jutted between her feathers. He licked his tip again, then looked at her exposed sex. His

eagerness was as transparent as his erection. Aryi half expected him to pounce

her before he bowed his head in defeat. "It's unfair to tease me like this, then deny my release.

Staying around a female in heat is more annoying than you might think.""Did you see me earlier? I was mating your tail!""And I was ready to spill inside my own muzzle before you

interrupted!" Azaryl snarled back.The two dragons stared at each other, fangs bared. Aryi

conceded this time. She nuzzled her mate, softening his rising irritation. "Neither of us is right. This damnable heat does us both at

the same time.""Then we should mate and eliminate this distraction. We

can't focus on the threat if we think about mounting all the time.""Silly male," Aryi got up on her fours. "When lust slithers

inside your tailhole, the best option does not involve pushing it back."She slinked a paw under his cock and pushed it towards his

tail. She felt him throb hard as the muscles shifted and adjusted to the

movement. Then, she propped herself above him, with one leg straddling either

side of his neck. "Instead of resisting, we can just allow pleasure to run its

course, until it gushes in a stream of wet, heated delight.""So can I mate you?""No,"  Aryi growled

lustfully, cleaning the slime gathering on the edges of his slit." But you can

take me however you want with your tongue."That's exactly what he did. He pushed between her folds,

sucking in the concentrated scent. Aryi's paws became weak, trembling on the

furs underneath. Her tail lifted instinctively, allowing unrestricted passage

for the hungry male. Azaryl hissed and growled, dabbing his tongue along her

walls. He rejoiced the taste of her flesh and delighted in the muscles

constricting around his wet nose. He purposefully pushed inside and remained

there for a few heartbeats, blowing in his heated air while the walls clamped

and squelched, too weak to push him out. "More." Aryi growled, lowering her head to see every detail.Azaryl licked his muzzle clean, then assaulted her sanctuary

with hungry slurps, driving that slimy tongue deep inside her sanctuary. It was

restless and hot, wriggling all over.Aryi sucked in a sharp breath, freezing with pleasure when

Azaryl found her oversensitive clit. His tongue poked through her protective

shaft, tingling and wrapping around the innermost part of her anatomy. She couldn't keep it in. Aryi clamped her jaw shut and

whipped her neck around, yowling her bursting pleasure. Her tail straightened

behind her trembling legs and her wings stretched far and wide, almost popping

under the strain. Her walls tensed hard, then erupted with liquid pleasure,

flooding Azaryl's wicked tongue with fresh reserves of lubrication.He slurped hungrily, keeping inside throughout the flesh

tensing spasms. Aryi struggled on her legs, too weakened to stand properly. Her

wings flapped uselessly and her tail started thrashing under the intense

delight coursing through her. Clamping against each other, her muscles burned

with heated pleasure, trapping Azaryl's tongue inside. He still stimulated her

oversensitive clit, prolonging Aryi's climax long after its normal duration.She snarled and gasped for air. Breath returned in a rush,

flooding her throat with more air than she could take. Aryi choked and wobbled,

rubbing her wet sex against Azaryl's cleaning tongue."You gave in quick," he observed with a rumbling growl."We'll see how long you can last," Aryi growled back at him,

spent from her premature orgasm. She didn't even wait for him to finish. In a heartbeat, she

was upon his cock, wrapping her muscular tongue around his tip. Azaryl flapped

his useless wings while his legs kicked feebly. He was close to his peak too,

and Aryi knew it. She slid up and down, exploring the thickness of his lengthy

cock with careful slides of her tongue. Her mate tensed hard, absorbing in the

warmth. He was most sensitive at the edges, and Aryi quickly went back to his pointy

tip. She poked her tongue inside his hole, delighting in the masculine

fragrance of his cock. She didn't know if the male's desperate whimpers, his

weak thrusts, or the mewls leaving his throat were more arousing, so she took

them all in. Repeated licks around his head quickened his throbs, and a paw

pressed against his slit crumbled any attempt at resistance. Azaryl yowled and thrust hard into her paw, applying even

greater pressure at the base of his rock hard cock. "Not long at all," Aryi unwrapped her tongue, giving his

girth a final lick before she leaped to the side. The male yowled, seconds away

from unleashing his burden. Azaryl grabbed himself with his forepaws and burst,

unleashing his essence all over himself. The liquid streams flew in an arc,

splashing hard on his pristine fur. Aryi kneaded the base with both paws,

providing copious amounts of stimulation to her roaring mate. The harder she

pressed, the harder he spurted. He took the jets on his head, across his chest,

and even inside his maw. Azaryl closed his eyes, roaring blissfully while healthy

strings sneaked into his hungering maw. He swallowed quick, savoring each jet

until they became too weak to reach him. He dropped on his back with a long, satisfied growl,

tapering off on his seed coated chest. Aryi removed her paws and crouched towards his head,

sniffing the pearlescent mess he made. "You had quite a bit in you," she dashed

a quick lick along his oozing tip. The cock shied away from her touch, but its

taste persisted. Aryi played the fertile substance inside her maw, savoring its

watery consistency before swallowing. "I never released so hard. That thing you did with your

paws..." Azaryl licked his muzzle dreamily."I had ample time to learn your weaknesses, my mate," Aryi

nuzzled under his neck. She got a weak lick in response, and a wing hug. "You'll get your feathers dirty, you oaf," she pointed out."I don't care," Azaryl said. He covered her with both wings,

poking softly around an ear with the tip of his tongue. "Thank you.""Why are you thanking me?" "For subduing my fire. I was almost ready to pounce you.""Maybe I would have liked that," the female replied, pushing

under his neck until she found a comfortable position."Really?""Yes. You know I always win.""Because I let you," Azaryl added.They rubbed snouts and shared a quick kiss, delighting in

the warm affection and the noticeable scent of dragon semen."Clean your mess now. I have something else prepared," Aryi

said."Aren't you going to help?" The male asked, somewhat

hopeful."Maybe I will," Aryi said. "Or maybe I will just stay and

watch.""You are such a tease.""That took a bit to register.""Unlike your climax," Azaryl rumbled with amusement.Aryi said nothing in return. Her plans were going to put him

through enough suffering. She graciously removed herself from the feathery confinement

and watched her mate swipe the mess of his fur. The pearlescent fluid

stubbornly clung to his fur, and he barely made any progress. Aryi got annoyed

with Azaryl's sluggish pace. She joined in, nipping his fur and scooping every

trace of seed with her agile tongue. She enjoyed the taste as much as any

dragon, yet her mate always had a weakness for his own fluids. He commented on

the alacrity of her grooming, and she remained silent. She needed secrecy for

her plan, and ideas.When they were done, Aryi sat on her furs. She splayed on

her side, making sure her gender was completely and obviously exposed. "You males have the advantage of squirting fluids, but you

are missing something greater," she brought her tail between her legs and

gently slid her tip along her gender.   Azaryl watched with slight fascination how her tail rubbed

around and poked inside her twitching lips. "I'm content with a single orgasm," Azaryl snorted, turning

his head away. He dragged his furs and smoothened them with a paw. "Quality

over quantity, my love," he sat down, meeting the tips of his forepaws with his

lengthy tail."Are you positively convinced of that?" Aryi asked. She

lifted her wing, then a leg, inching her snout closer towards her pink ridge. "Quite so. Nothing you do will ever change my mind.""That is a bold statement," she closed her eyes and kissed

her sex with her tongue. She heard the faintest of whimpers from Azaryl, followed by

a more steadfast growl. "Not bolder than your plans. You teased me once. It

won't happen again."How easy he fell into her trap. Aryi said nothing, allowing

her tongue and her widening gap to prove her point. She licked enticingly along

her slit, widening her flesh until her shaft stood completely exposed. She tensed

that thrice, then swished her tail, sending the enticing scents straight into

Azaryl's nostrils. "This is unfair," he lowered his head on his forepaws. "The fact that we are the superior gender? Yes, I can see

how infuriating that might be," she slid her tongue back inside. "No, your teasing. I just..." he took a deep breath, savoring

her tangy aroma. "You know my seed is spent, and you're doing this!"She pulled out from her squelching flesh. "Envious?""No!" Azaryl bared his fangs. "Go ahead and show me your dry

orgasms. They won't impress me one bit.""Impressing is not the point here."Azaryl chuffed and said nothing in return. He simply stared

at her lips, undoubtedly thinking of the many ways to sink his tongue or his

cock inside. Aryi yipped mischievously and resumed her treatment. She used a

paw to rub the outer edges, applying pressure with her padded fingers every

time she went inside. Her clit was sensitive as ever, and a few reckless rubs

summoned her first orgasm. Aryi's fingers spread in the same manner as her

wings as she roared her delight. Spasming and shuddering, her restless muscles

collapsed upon one another until her lips stood completely soaked with gooey

arousal."That was just one," she said between heavy breaths. "Wait

until you see the others."Azaryl ignored her instructions. It was only natural, when

he was nose deep into his own slit. He licked and pressed hard against the

squirming flesh, trying to bring forth an orgasm of his own. Short growls left

his maw, strained with effort. The poor male had no idea what he was doing, and

Aryi almost took pity on him."Azaryl.""What?" he looked at her. "Do you think I can't even-""Less paws, more tongue. And make sure you grip it tight."He dipped his head in acknowledgement and applied the new

techniques. Aryi pleasured herself in another orgasm, shrilling her bliss

throughout the whole cave. Azaryl abandoned his struggles and crawled towards

her, inhaling the rich pheromones. "I can't," he admitted, soothing his irritation with the

sweet fragrance of her sex.Aryi licked his ear, allowing him to take everything he

wanted. "You can," she growled with longing and welcomed his restless tongue

inside her. "I'll show you once you give me another.""Me?" He looked at her with a cute wet muzzle.Aryi slapped him with her tail. "Who else?"He swallowed his argument and sunk back into her flesh. He

was rougher, going straight for the most sensitive parts of her anatomy. Aryi

liked that kind of diversity. She always stimulated the entirety of her sex,

while Azaryl went straight for her clit. He pushed and rubbed the sensitive

organ until the heat became overwhelming. Aryi drew her head back and grabbed

the male with all her paws. She pulled him tight, unleashing her strident yowl

as she peaked. Azaryl licked her kneading paws, massaged her wings and

soothed her tense jaws with terse swipes of his tongue. Aryi was grateful for

that. A few more licks around her clit and she would have passed out from the

combined strength of pleasure and fatigue. "Thank you," she bathed him lovingly before slithering

between his legs. "Now let me reward you, just as you rewarded me.""That was no contest," Azaryl drew back."Everything is a contest, my mate," Aryi tripped him. He

fell on his side, slit fully exposed to her encroaching muzzle. "Be still now. I need to find the proper muscles to do

this.""I'm not a female.""You certainly got wetter than one," Aryi pointed out with a

wet, messy lick. Azaryl relaxed, holding all his paws in the air, wings on

either side. "What can your tongue even do? I licked myself more times than I

remember.""And you are sure you didn't miss anything?" Aryi plunged

her tongue inside his slit."Very," the male hissed. "I know myself in and out."She snorted at that. The gust of air drove deep into the

flesh, forcing a sudden thrust from Azaryl. Fortunately, Aryi was quite used to

be nose deep inside her mate. She licked along the length of his crevice,

feeling the hard muscles underneath. They were soft, just like hers, and

equally restless. Azaryl clamped eagerly around her tongue, driving it towards

his sleeping cock. Aryi pushed her tip around it. She knew how sensitive that

part of him was without blood to harden it, and the answer was immediate.

Azaryl growled, surprised by the surging pleasure. "Intense," he snapped his jaws, trying to make sense of this

new, erratic pleasure. Aryi quickened her rubs. She slid her tongue across the

entirety of his walls, searching for a harder lump. The shudders made that

somewhat hard. Azaryl thoroughly enjoyed the massage, tensing harder with every

stroke. Aryi swirled her tongue around, feeling across the walls until she

found her target. That's where she attacked. She shoved her muzzle hard into

Azaryl's slit, forcing him to contract. Blood made muscles more receptive, and

Azaryl's sensitivity peaked. She wriggled and pushed hard around his weak spot.

The male snarled harshly, enjoying that more than he had the right to. Aryi

quickly shifted her tongue between his cock and weak spot, stimulating them

beyond the point of no return. With a harsh roar, Azaryl surrendered to the rushing bliss.

He clamped down hard against Aryi's tongue, pressing it tight with every clench

of his saturated muscles. No seed leaked out of his cock, yet the raw throbs

gave a powerful hint at the raw pleasure coursing underneath. Aryi melted

alongside her mate, licking him until her tongue felt raw and her lips stung. "I can't believe that," the male gulped a deep breath,

crashing his head on the ground. "Can't believe how good it felt.""Told you," Aryi cleaned her nose. She straddled her mate,

then dropped on top of him, stealing away the blissful warmth and his

tantalizing scent. "Don't be vain.""I'm obvious," Aryi pointed."Right," her mate hugged her tighter. "And next you are

going to tell me how beautiful you look or how intuitive your mind is.""Wrong," she laid her head comfortably on top of his. "I am

just going to tell you to be a good bed.""No chance of-""None."Azaryl sighed and accepted his role as a fluffy, comfortable

bedding. He was always considerate, and Aryi rewarded him with a long lick

along the side of his muzzle and a few encouraging words. Males always had a

need for those for reasons only they knew."I love you too," Azaryl said lazily."That's not what I said!""It's what I heard," he sealed the discussion with a paw

draped over her muzzle.Aryi sneaked in one of her own between the damp patch of fur

around her sex. She rubbed herself just enough to get her pads wet, then

smeared the fertile fluids all over her mate's nostrils. The male snarled and licked with delight, looking at her

like he just spilled his seed in the wrong place. Aryi rolled on her back with

a wide smile spread along her muzzle. She poked her beloved mate with her

tongue, then whispered several affectionate words inside his ear.This time, Azaryl dared not to disagree. He covered her

under the lengthy span of his wing, and she fell asleep to the smell of his warm,

soothing feathers.  ***Was it good? Bad? Tell me in the comments! I'd love to hear your opinions