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First PartThis story is a COMMISSION! If you want your own, personalized story, Click here Support me on Patreon for novel chapters, snippets, and more exclusive content!Warm greetings, dear readers. You might remember the First installment of this amazing adventure. Aryi and Azaryl sheltered themselves inside a frozen cave to escape the terrible danger chasing their tails. They shared brooding thoughts, intimate licks, and a lot more than that.This story expands upon the previous chapter and starts right where the previous one ended. I could write a short synopsis to encompass the entirety of these events, but that would take me at least five clunky paragraphs. Because of that, I will give you the short version. This story has a bit of everything. There is adventure, fun times, naughty times, and events that you would rather rip out of the story to preserve the lighthearted atmosphere. Who is the mysterious monster that tracked down our dragons? Will there be actual mating instead of teasing? I will let you discover all that on your own, so read away!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 awoke to the weak light of a dying fire and the scent

of her heat. She blinked her eyes lazily, then took a look around the cave.

Azaryl curled near the fading embers of their fire, his head covered under his

long, luxurious tail. Aryi bared her fangs, but restrained the growl threatening

to erupt from her throat. He probably kept the fire going. That was all. He did

not trade the warmth of her wings for a few, sickly twigs, or sought the cold

embrace of the stone instead of Aryi's fluffy belly. He was still her loving mate, even if he sat four wingspans

away, allowing his mate to wake up on her own.Aryi suppressed her irritation and pushed her snout under a

lazy hind leg. Nights always made her cranky during her heat cycles. She sniffed

the pungent aroma of her predicament, then washed her tongue along her

sensitive crevice. Her slit was thoroughly coated, making for a highly

enjoyable caress. Aryi's toes curled inwards, and her tail wrapped tighter

around her legs as her tongue touched around the heated muscles. She lapped

thrice, cleaning around her slit before arousal got the best of her. Once her fur was properly groomed, Aryi backed off. She was

sorely tempted to just slurp every drop and moisten her throat with her own

liquid heat, but other, equally pressing matters had to be attended. Aryi got up on her fours. She stretched her limbs, leaning

on one pair at a time while her wings shook off the numbness from their joints.

Blood rushed through her muscles, providing strength to her limbs and clarity

for her still hazy thoughts. The dragoness yawned and walked towards her mate. She

circled the pitiful fire, then inspected Azaryl's sleeping form with quick jabs

of her snout. He smelled of smoke and stone and seed. Aryi gently pushed her

head under his belly, sniffing insistently. As expected, his own slit oozed its

essence. She flicked her tongue once, catching the taste of stale seed. She

swirled it inside her maw, savoring the unique fragrance before swallowing. "It looks like you had a busy night," Aryi whispered in his

ear. Azaryl's aquamarine eyes snapped open. "Busy? What?" he

mumbled sleepily. Aryi crouched carefully on the ground and cuddled under his

wing. "You kept the fire going and the seed flowing.""Only one of those," Azaryl fluttered his wing to

accommodate the dragoness' generous girth. He was considerate in one regard, at least. Aryi licked the

side of his snout. Flakes of dried seed melted upon her tongue, flaring the

female's lust. She swiped her tongue quickly, then grabbed hold of several

whiskers. "Don't lie to me, mate," Aryi hissed, pulling just enough to

annoy Azaryl. "Your words say one thing, and your seed another.""There's none! I-""Released all over your cute little snout. Admit it!"Azaryl snarled. His wings beat down, and a forepaw clenched

around one of Aryi's. She smiled. A good scuffle was just what she needed, and

Azaryl provided the incentive.At least until his threatening poise mellowed like melting

ice. "I might have pleasured myself a bit," he whimpered. "Now

please let go before you pull my whiskers off.""You wouldn't miss them," Aryi released him. He threw her an angry glare before he soothed his muzzle

with two quick licks. "That's unreasonably harsh.""And waking up with only stone and dead pelts around me is?"

Aryi hissed between bared fangs. "You left me alone to safeguard some burning

sticks and drink your own seed!""I only wanted to make sure you're warm," Azaryl retorted. "Yes, leaving is a great way to assure my welfare. How considerate

of you, my mate," Aryi ended the last sentence with a growl.Azaryl looked the other way. Whether he felt the sting of

her words or allowed her some silence, Aryi did not know. She took a few deep

breaths, looking at the crackling embers before she nuzzled under his chin. "I'm sorry," she whispered softly as she caressed his chin

with silky strokes of her tongue. "I shouldn't make you the subject of my

anger. As thrilling as it may be during the proper season, this heat is

just...grawr!" Aryi snapped at the air.Azaryl soothed her with calming rubs around her tense neck.

"It will pass. Always does."Aryi purred and sought his snout. She licked his lips, then

pressed her nose against his. "I want to satisfy it, Azaryl. Not subdue it,"

she whispered, licking between his glimmering eyes. "My tongue is barren,

whereas your seed is rich and fertile.""We can't mate," Azaryl closed his eyes, basking in the

warmth created by their breaths. "You said it yourself.""I know," Aryi sneaked her tongue between his lips. "But not

a moment passes when I do not thick of your member sliding deep inside me.""So warm..." Azaryl purred."Soft," Aryi slid her tongue inside his slimy maw."Wet," Azaryl curled his tongue around hers.The two growled amorously as they kissed each other,

twisting and grabbing with their mobile tongues. Heat blazed within Aryi. The

taste of her mate always aroused her. She nibbled and slurped around his

pristine fangs while her lips shuddered with desire. She got as wet as Azaryl's

maw, and Aryi pulled back before instincts subdued her thoughts."Too much," she cleaned her dripping muzzle."Just how I like it," Azaryl said. Aryi looked between his legs. His happiness was more than

obvious. She lifted a hind paw off the ground and grabbed the slimy member

between her toes. Azaryl growled. He throbbed hard within her grip, thrusting

slow enough to avoid turning pain into discomfort. "What about this, mate?" Aryi teased him with a lick over

his ear."Too rough for my tastes," he brushed his tail against her

paw, urging her to let go. She complied, placing her wet paw back on the ground. "You

are such a hatchling. Many males would moisten themselves before this

opportunity.""Not me," Azaryl said, swiping his tongue around her lips.

"I prefer warm, and soft.""Two places where you will not sink your cock into," Aryi

nipped his tongue and got up.The male was slightly bitter about rough love, but made no

comment about it. He followed Aryi's example, stretching and yawning until his

muscles warmed up. Aryi pretended to focus on her own stretches while her eyes

darted towards Azaryl. Seeing that pink member throb and tense between his legs

made for a slightly amusing sight. Once he was done with his legs, Azaryl

stretched his wings. He flapped them slowly at first, then bent them in all

manner of ways to properly exercise his joints."Long flight today?" Aryi asked. Her wings remained tucked

at her sides, too lazy to even twitch."Quite so," the male replied. "These mountains are part of a

larger chain. With speed and proper winds, we can reach the Skytear valley

before sundown."Aryi never heard of that place. "What's there?""Probably nothing," Azaryl snuck his head under his hest,

licking the tip of his member. Once he caught a quick taste, he brought his

tail around to groom it. "Sounds worse than what we have here," Aryi watched the

display with interest.Azaryl looked at her, winked, then worked on the fluffy tip

of his tail. "A cave will not hold that thing back. You saw what that monster

is capable of."Aryi nodded her head, feeling there was more to be said."If it returns, I want us to be safe," Azaryl released his

tail and walked towards her. "The place I have in mind can provide that for us,

and more.""More of what?" Aryi inquired."It's just details," Azaryl shook his head and rolled up his

furs. "I will tell you more during flight.""Why not now?" she pressed."Because we have to leave, dear mate," he gave her a quick

lick between her eyes and pointed his head towards her furs. "You get them," Aryi leaped away from him with a mischievous

growl. "I need to go outside and relieve myself.""Do it during flight.""I remember the last time you tried," she laughed. "I'll be

back fast, don't worry."Azaryl said nothing. He simply watched her leave, his cock

slapping hard against his belly when Aryi flicked her tail from side to side.

Males were desperate for the scent of a female's heat, and Aryi still planned

to get back at her mate for his inconsiderate behavior. She walked towards the

cave's mouth, and when she saw nothing but darkness behind, she started rubbing

her scent on the rocks. It was a mightily uncomfortable affair. The cold had a rough

bite to it, and her heated lips detested its touch. She squeezed hard after

every caress, forcing the lubrication out with lewd squelches. Once she reached

the snowy exit, Aryi looked around. The air was cold, despite the favorable weather. A white sun

shone above the snowy landscape, making the snow-leaden trees glimmer with a

thousand speckles. The wildness of this particular area had a certain allure.

The cave offered shelter, and the forest hid plenty of prey. Aryi wondered about

her mate's decision for an extended travel. He seemed reluctant to share the

important details, and Aryi knew he was hiding something.She thought briefly on it before her need struck her like a

cold, damp rock. She suppressed it with a snarl, then unfurled her wings,

gliding onto the ground below. The crisp air rushed between her feathers, and

snow soon greeted her paws.Aryi growled with discomfort and rushed towards the nearby

trees. Snow flew all around her in a cascade of white brilliance. She loved its

soft touch anywhere but on her privates. They were completely bare, unlike her

feathery wings or her furred hide. Aryi quickened her strides, relieving herself

on the roots of the first tree she encountered. Paws spread, tail lifted, she

emptied herself with a soft, rumbling growl.Once she was done, she padded back towards the cave, swiping

the snow with either a paw or her tail. The puffy now provided a fun

distraction until the cave belched a familiar figure. Aryi narrowed her eyes. Azaryl lowered in half a crouch,

neck straightened, wings lifted above his head. A growl left his throat, filled

with desperate desire. He licked right into her trap.Aryi lengthened her strides and ran to the side of the cave.

She made sure to stay out of sight, then unfurled her wings. Within several

beats, she was in the air, climbing towards the natural perch above the cave's

mouth. She landed quickly, gripping the slippery rock between her clawed paws.

Azaryl's growl ended in a feeble, rumbling whimper. She looked down. He disappeared from sight, but the slurps

of his tongue betrayed his whereabouts. The horny male was either relieving his

own burden or suckled the rocks dry of their precious fluids. Aryi smiled. She curled her tail around, collecting a pile

of fresh snow. She brought it to her front paws, where she molded it into a

sturdier form. It looked like a misshaped boulder, and packed enough weight to

freeze the thought of mating from Azaryl's head."Azaryl!" "Y-yes?" the male growled strangely."Come out for a bit. I found an egg nestled at the foot of a

tree," Aryi said."Eat it," the male said curtly."It may belong to a dragon.""Impossible."He said that, but the topic drew his attention. Aryi looked

below. She saw a head emerge, followed by two broad wings and a tail to match

their length."Where is it?"Aryi grabbed her snowy boulder and aimed at his head. "Right

here!" Azaryl looked above, just in time to see the snowy package

blackening the sky. He roared, then choked inside the snowy explosion. Snow

spread everywhere, coating half his body with powdery coldness. "So that's how it is," Azaryl shook the snow off him with

the aid of his broad wings and narrowed his eyes at her. "You little

trickster!""What can I say? I love a good challenge," Aryi said, tail

flicking with excitement. "I'm going to give you one," the male growled, leaping off

his perch. Aryi thought he was

going to crash right into her before he turned mid air, gliding towards the

foot of the mountain. She followed him, landing softly in the soft snow. The two

dragons analyzed each other, wings twitching and tails swishing eagerly behind

them. "You're going to lose this contest, dear mate," Azaryl

snarled."Don't make it too easy," Aryi growled in return. They both crouched, waiting for the other to make the first

move. Aryi analyzed his posture. His wings stood low, and his limbs spread just

about evenly for extra balance. It was a stance for ground combat, and that

gave away the male's intentions. Aryi blinked. That's when Azaryl brought his wings forward.

He swiped the snow around him, launching the white storm forth with surprising

speed.Aryi jumped to the side. Fragments of powdery snow brushed

against her fur, sliding harmlessly back on the ground. She landed swiftly and

dug a forepaw under the snow. Azaryl prepared to launch another wave, yet his

wings were slightly slower than her agile paw. Aryi compressed the snow between

her nimble fingers and hurled it towards the defenseless dragon. It hit Azaryl straight in the chest. He snarled, receiving

another globe under his chin. Aryi launched projectile after projectile, using

both of her forepaws while broad her wings kept her steady. Azaryl shielded

himself with his wings. A slight mistake, considering the weight of the snow

globes. They passed right between his feathers, smashing against whatever lay

underneath. "Tricky," Azaryl crouched, wings flaring to the sides.He was going to take to the air. Aryi gathered snow in each

of her paws and jumped. She beat her wings once for extra height, then pulled

them at her sides for better sight. Azaryl sent another storm towards Aryi, but

the worst of it washed over the ground below. Aryi tightened her grip, then

flapped a single wing. The rush sent her sleek body in a twist, and she

launched her projectiles with great force. The gravity and her strength worked

together, pelting the blue male with explosive snow. Once her load was spent, Aryi looked towards the ground. It

approached faster than expected, and she met it on her side. She kicked her

legs, searching for the ground underneath."You're mine," Azaryl thundered. He collected as much snow

as he could and leaped above Aryi, dumping the frozen substance right on top of

her. Aryi beat her wings once. The cloud of snow dispersed, but a

large part still entered her eyes and nostrils. She quickly shook the snow off

and looked around. Azaryl was nowhere to be seen.Then, a short growl came from behind. She turned, heading

straight into a pawful of snow. Azaryl pressed it hard against her muzzle,

forcing the melting snow between her clenched fangs. "Have you tasted defeat before?"Aryi grabbed his paw between her jaws and looked straight

into his eyes. Azaryl lifted a wing, revealing a busy tail. He brushed the snow

towards the front, where his other paw was buried. "I'll make you eat it," Aryi said. She grabbed her mate and

pushed herself forth. Azaryl's balance wavered. Dragons were not meant to stay on

three legs, and the two of them fell in a pile of limbs, wings and tails. Aryi

seized the advantage. She untangled from her mate and got up. Then, she pinned

his paws and slammed her frozen tail tip right into his face. Azaryl mewled and snapped, searching for leverage. Aryi

offered him none. She used her weight to restrain him, and whoever stood on top

won.At least most of the times. A sneaky presence slid between

Aryi's legs, brushing against her most sensitive of places. The coldness sent a

shudder up her spine, and her limbs froze with surprise.A moment of weakness was all Azaryl needed for a proper

revenge. He kicked his hind paws, pushing hard against her chest. Aryi lost her grip and fell on her side, growling. "I guess I win," Azaryl towered above her."Only if you catch me." Aryi slapped him with a paw, then

whirled around and jumped. She beat her wings hard, taking to the air in a

storm of snow. Azaryl followed suit. He was right on her tail, struggling

to catch up. Aryi looked below. She needed an advantage. Something unfair to

tilt the balance in her favor. She couldn't use the forest, nor the cave. But a frozen lake was perfect for a heavy, clumsy male. She

beat her wings hard, aiming towards the watery trap when unexpected weight

crashed into her. Aryi tumbled towards the ground. Her wings beat uselessly,

and paws entangled her from all sides. She kicked and snapped, finding no

possible escape. For all his worth, Azaryl was quite the strong male. The two dragons fell

towards a ground that rapidly approached."Give up!" Aryi snarled."You give up," Azaryl grabbed her tighter and flapped his

wings hard. He slowed their descent just enough to avoid a deadly crash.Aryi closed her eyes and tucked her wings, preparing for the

impact. The two dragons roared, crashing into a spectacle of white flakes. Snow

embraced her from all sides, cold and hard unlike her mate's grip. Aryi pushed herself up. No part of her hurt, aside from a

claw. She pushed the pain away and moved above her mate, snow sliding down her

coated fur. Azaryl looked away from his wing, straight into her violet

eyes. "Wounded yourself?" Aryi sniffed around his joint. She

smelled no blood."Just an insignificant sting," he said, grabbing her with

his paws.Aryi allowed herself to be pressed against his warm chest. "I had to slow your

big bum before we fell, otherwise a crater would have remained in this place,"

the male growled with amusement.Was he forfeiting the game, or planning something of his

own? Aryi didn't want to wait and find out. She licked his muzzle warmly,

melting his suspicions with her soft, silky tongue. "I am very grateful

for that," she said, then turned around, presenting her slit to his sensitive

nostrils. "Your quick thinking prevented a dangerous fall, and for that you

deserve a little reward."He sniffed around her slit, then looked at her with a

confused stare. "This is unusual.""Just lick me and have something warm soothe your cold

muzzle. You know you deserve it."Azaryl still remained frozen with indecision. He smelled

trickery. How silly of him. Aryi pushed her nose against his own slit, trailing

her tongue along his ridge. Lukewarm fluids latched on her tongue. Azaryl

hissed softly. His muscles trembled, revealing more of their drenched insides."Do you want me to start?" Aryi licked again."No, no," he pushed his delightful tongue inside her slit.Aryi tensed. The stimulation felt delightful, but not as

good as Azaryl's shuddering flesh. Once he started feeding on her liquid heat,

Aryi assaulted his slit with vicious plunges of her muscular tongue. She probed

and pushed between the hard muscles, searching for his member. She found it

hard and throbbing with purpose. Aryi circled the tip twice, then sought the

male's most sensitive of places. She pressed her tongue hard against the

trembling flesh of his slit, forcing it to contract with three heavy spasms. Azaryl muffled his roar. He thrust, forcing his growing member

out with a wet plop. Aryi tickled him for a bit, feeding his contractions until

he started growing faster. Blood surged through his member, hardening the emerging

flesh."You are quite eager," Aryi licked around the tip, poking

her tail inside his hole every so often.Azaryl mewled weakly, cleaning the slime off her flesh with

rapid swipes of his tongue. The sensation brought heated ripples along Aryi's

spine. For a moment, she contemplated release. She desired to unleash her

essence all over her mate's muzzle, then have her own maw flooded with his

fertile seed. There was only a small problem with that perfect scenario.The contest was still going, and Aryi really wanted to win.

She bit back her rising lust and scooped a pawful of snow inside a forepaw. Azaryl slapped the ground with his tail. He was approaching

his peak, judging from his relentless throbs. He thrust again, trying to push

deeper. Aryi slammed the snow against his member. The male's throat erupted

with a harsh, desperate cry. His member tensed hard, just for a moment, before

it started shriveling.Aryi snarled. She almost felt his discomfort as her own.

Cold was terribly uncomfortable, especially around such sensitive parts. "Give up!" she pressed the snow hard against Azaryl's

rapidly retreating member. He growled and thrashed, kicking his legs in all directions."Mewling is not an answer. Forfeit your victory," Aryi insisted."You win!" Azaryl hissed with obvious desperation. "Please!

You...""Good," Aryi removed her paw, leaving Azaryl trembling with

discomfort. His whole frame shook, and his wings never trembled so harshly

before. "Never...never do that again," he said, pushing her off with a

weakened paw.Aryi gave him a comforting lick, but he ignored it. Azaryl

curled into a ball, licking his slit with soft, measured strokes. "Was it that bad?" Aryi poked her head under his wing."Horrible," the male said curtly, not even looking into her

eyes. "No contest deserves such punishment. I..." Azaryl looked away. "I wouldn't

do this even to my enemies."Aryi ignored her rising guilt. "Don't be a hatchling. We are

talking about a slight discomfort, not dismembering.""Slight?" Azaryl's eyes glimmered with pain. "You abused my

instincts. Tricked me with the promise of comfort and warmth, only to swipe

that away in a heartbeat.""I..." Aryi blinked. Remorse crashed into her like an

avalanche. She didn't know what to say, aside from a weak whimper. "It was just

a bit of snow..."Azaryl's ears drooped, and he turned back to his licking. "Believe

that, and be glad to never know the truth."Aryi waited. She tried to come up with a fitting reply, but

nothing passed through her mind aside from guilt and regret. "I'm sorry," she poked her tongue forth, licking alongside

her mate. She tasted him for several swipes, then nuzzled his cheek

affectionately. "I was selfish, inconsiderate, and stupid. I-""It's all fine," Azaryl embraced her with a wing. "I won't

hold this against you."He turned away from his slit and gently nuzzled along her

head. Aryi purred with relief. The heat of the contest made them

both overeager to win. Even hatchlings fought relentlessly until one of them

won. Wounds were not uncommon either, and Aryi doubted a bit of snow got

between them.She was right. Azaryl's features softened as he trailed his

tongue under her neck. The two dragons comforted each other with wet licks and

comforting rubs until the male stood up. "Leaving so soon?" Aryi asked."Females aren't the only ones that have needs in the

morning," he smiled at her. "I will be back quick for more of your delightful

licks."Aryi reluctantly watched him leave. She wasn't sure if he

was speaking the truth. Maybe her trick pierced deeper than both of them

expected. She grabbed Azaryl's tail, licking the snow playfully off his

trailing tip. "If you don't return quickly, I will make sure you won't

rest at night."Azaryl blinked with uncertainty. He needed a straighter

explanation, and Aryi was happy to provide. She brushed against his side, sliding

under his wing until she reached a furred ear. "I will rub myself all over your furs," she licked around

with a sensual stroke of her tongue. "Then I will rub your snout," she licked

alongside his muzzle, leaving his whiskers wet with her saliva. "And finally I

will mark your slit, so that every time you pleasure yourself, you will smell

the raw scent of my heat."Azaryl shivered with delight. He turned his head around,

allowing his mate to slink her tongue inside his maw for a short, passionate

kiss. "Go now," she slapped his rump with her tail. "And make sure

you keep your seed inside.""I have every reason to," Azaryl smiled and departed. Aryi turned towards their cave. She had enough of snow for

the moment, and the promise of warmth and dry furs to rest her cold paws

enticed her. She started walking towards the mountain, thinking of a warm

surprise for her mate. A game seemed exciting. She planned to tease him, then

taste that creamy seed of his once his lust burst forth.And she wanted to do that solely with her paws. Azaryl had

enough tongue recently, and his slit was awfully sensitive. Aryi always

wondered what a massage around that certain part would yield. Feeling his hard

flesh underneath her pads had a certain allure, especially when he was properly

aroused. Aryi imagined herself squeezing his member between her paws until it

surrendered its seed. Relentless throbs surged through its frame, and she felt

every one of them quaking through his spasming slit. And that was only one way of solving the needs of a male. Aryi

went over a few diverse ways to unleash her mate's fertile essence when his

desperate growl shattered the silence. "I knew you wouldn't resist!" Aryi roared with amusement.

She watched her mate descend from above, wings fluttering in the wind. She

particularly looked for his member. Azaryl had the habit of flying unsheathed

when aroused. She saw him spilling his seed a

few times like that. His member bounced up, stimulating itself upon his belly.

Aryi loved to see his seed wash over the ground below, but this time she saw  not even a speck of pink emerged from the

male's slit. "Fly to the cave, quick!" Azaryl snarled with urgency."Why? You want to do it there?""It's here!" He hissed and threw a quick look behind.Aryi looked too. The forest was still there, and the sky

remained calm as ever. She perked her ears, hearing nothing in particular. But if no threat was looming close, why did she suddenly

feel the sharp tingle of dread?Aryi flapped her wings, joining Azaryl on the cave's ledge. "What's here, Azaryl?"He looked at her. His pupils were wide with fear, and his

wings pressed close against his body. When she noticed the shivers of his paws,

she knew."The thing," he said and quickly disappeared inside the

cave. Aryi followed him. Her heart thrummed in her chest, and her

vision flickered briefly due to the rush of blood flooding her body. "It can't be it. We would have known.""Is a burning forest a good enough sign?" Azaryl hissed,

bumping into the walls.Aryi did too. She struggled to see in the permeating darkness

until her eyes adjusted to the gloom. "How sure are you? I haven't smelled the smoke.""Me neither, but I've seen it, clear as daylight," Azaryl

said. "No dragon can leave that kind of mark in these freezing temperatures."Aryi swallowed with fright. Her mouth felt dry, her limbs

started shaking, and her mind leaped from one random thought to the other.

Panic settled in, just like last time."What can we do?" she pressed against his backside, seeking

comfort.Azaryl pressed forward. "We run. Flee deep into the mountain

and hope that thing stays out." Azaryl took a turn. Aryi felt his tail brush against one of

her paws. She lowered her head, gripping onto the fluffy tip. For now, that

offered better guidance than her eyes. She rushed after her mate, nostrils

twitching expectantly. Aryi expected smoke after every heartbeat, and soon

enough the scent of fading embers filled her nostrils. She released her mate's tail, looking upon the fading light

of their fire."Grab the furs," Azaryl walked around, searching for

something."It's better to travel light," Aryi hissed and looked

behind. Nothing for now. "Not if we'll sleep out in the open. Grab them."Aryi did as instructed. She placed the furs on her back,

distributing their weight evenly. Meanwhile, Azaryl found what he was searching

for. He pointed a paw towards a small rift between the walls. "That tunnel leads deeper into the mountain," he said,

motioning for her to be quicker."How did you find it?" she crouched and slipped between the

narrow crack."I did a bit of exploration last night. With a female's

essence rubbed all over my nose, it was impossible to keep my eyes open for

more than a few moments at a time."Aryi's lips curled at that. She wanted to laugh, but sheer

terror washed away her mirth. She crawled forward into the darkness, uncertain

and scared. She never liked tunnels. Stone pressed her wings from all sides,

fettering her freedom. The very air she breathed was stale and moldy, carrying

nothing but the promise of festering death. After a few steps, Aryi's fear slipped in the form of a

shrilling whimper. "Don't think. Move. We know this mountain better. We can

outsmart it," Azaryl said from behind.His words were calm and soft. How he maintained his

composure eluded Aryi. She crawled forward, struggling to see in the darkness."How do you know it's the right way?""Been here while you slept. With a monster like that chasing

your tail, having a way out makes a decisive difference."Aryi smiled, amused by the irony. Her mate slept away from

her for a reason. She felt so thick for chastising him now, when a simple

decision offered them escape from a living nightmare. "You did well, my mate. Thank you," she caressed him with

her tail."Thank me by moving faster," Azaryl urged.Aryi gripped the rock tight and pushed herself forward. The

darkness and the tight tunnel lost part of their intimidation. With Azaryl

behind her, she felt safe and secure.At least until the whole mountain shook with an unearthly

groan. Aryi froze. Her wings slammed against the walls, and her paws gripped

tight onto the moving rock. "Ignore it," Azaryl pushed her rump with urgency. She was supposed to. Her instincts urged her to flee as far

as possible from the monster, but Aryi couldn't move. Her paws felt glued to

the stone. The earth wasn't supposed to shift. It was steady. Always unmoving,

always unbroken. Its strength endured where every being perished, a testament

to its unyielding resilience. It was not normal for stone to shake, but the monster had

its ways, and below the tips of its terrible claws, even the rock cried. Shatters resonated throughout the mountain. Bangs from

above, followed by thuds and blows. Aryi could not see, smell, or hear, but she

knew the beast was close. It was carving its way through the very mountain to

hunt its quarry down."Aryi!" Her ears perked, and she blinked once. She wasn't dead. Not

yet."Move quicker. There should be a larger opening just ahead."The promise of a larger space washed the terror away. Aryi

growled a feeble reply and continued onwards. The rock still groaned above her,

wobbling with a strange, rhythmic dance. Aryi ignored it as much as she could.

She focused on her paws, one step at a time, until her wings found enough

freedom to unfurl."Straight ahead," Azaryl squeezed past her. "A series of

tunnels will follow. Grab my tail, and make sure you never lose grip."Aryi did as instructed. She grabbed the tip of her mate's

tail and held tight as she shuffled through the darkness. The air became

colder, hinting at a possible opening. Aryi's heart swelled. The promise of an

open sky to soar upon provided a flicker of light amidst darkness. They pressed forth, enduring the sinister earthquakes. The

fluff became soaked with warm saliva, but Aryi never let go. Not until the

stone above them split apart. Everything froze into place as she entered a

heightened state of awareness. The rumbling stopped, and the panic was a sheer

memory. Even her mind went blank of all those dreary thoughts, and within a

pounding heartbeat, Aryi knew what to do. Instincts assumed control of her

body, and she jumped back, claws skidding on the trembling stone. A rain of

rocks fell from the splitting ceiling, settling down with a shattering roar.

The larger ones settled on top of the other, while the smaller rolled over or

stopped between the fingers of her paws. Aryi endured the storm, holding steadfast against the

trembling ground. The shakes slowly lessened, leaving behind only dust. As soon

as the ground settled, Aryi checked for injuries. Her snout frantically pushed

around her paws, seeking the scent of blood. When no life threatening damage was

sustained, her focus returned, along with her other senses. It felt like a mountain of snow was dumped on top of her.

She felt sluggish, cold and afraid. Emotion clouded her judgment, raw and

unresponsive compared to the sharp tug of her instincts.And amidst her terror, concern bloomed. She walked towards

the pile of rubble, clawing at the stone. Her mate. She had to get to her mate."Azaryl!" Aryi cried, feeling around the indomitable wall.

It was a mountain of toppled stone, stretching as wide as the tunnel itself.

Aryi walked around, and when she found no passage to crawl through, she started

hurling the smaller stones behind her."Azaryl!" she called louder, despite the looming threat.No answer came. She quickened her efforts, grabbing rock

after rock until her fingers hurt with effort. The darkness intimidated her.

She couldn't face it alone. Not without a tail to guide her.The cavern shook once more, forcing her a few steps back

from the rubble."Azaryl! Growl. Roar. Do something..." Aryi whimpered, her

voice becoming soft and hopeless. Where was her strength where she needed it?

Or her flying prowess? Trapped inside this unearthly tunnel, she felt powerless

to even save her mate. She approached the stones, placing her wet snout against

them. "No. You can't be dead," she shook her head and bared her fangs. "I won't

allow you to! Hear me? You can't die here, away from me!"She clawed at them, toppling boulder after boulder in her

rush. "Don't. Leave. Me. AGAIN!" She roared, pushing down an avalanche of small

stones. She jumped away, waiting until the boulders settled.  "Tell that to the monster," an amused growl pierced through

the rumbling of rocks.Aryi's ears perked. She blinked twice, making sure that warm

voice was no a product of her imagination. "Azaryl?""Yes, love?""You are a thrice damned bastard for making me wait like

that!" She growled harshly and sunk her teeth into a stone. She threw it aside

with a jerk of her head, then worked on the others with her paws. "Had to, after what you did with the snow.""And I will do it again for this. You just wait until I

carve my way to you," Aryi said with determination. She bit back the pain,

fatigue and everything else that slowed her down. Her mate was alive, and one

way or another she was going to get him. Rocks toppled on the ground, one after the other."What if I reach you first?" Azaryl asked."We'll mate," Aryi said without thinking. "And after that,

keep you inside me during the whole night.""Bold promise.""The best motivation for my lustful mate. Now work. "Aryi

reared, using both paws to set a particularly big boulder aside. It rolled

backwards, and Aryi barely retrieved her tail in time. She hissed, continuing her task.Azaryl too worked hard on his side. Rock after rock met the

ground, adding to the broken harmony of thud

thud thud. The beast was giving them no more problems for now, and Aryi

worked herself until exhaustion. She moved rocks until the fur around her

fingers chaffed and her claws stung. The scent of blood slithered between the

stale smell of dust and stone. She ignored it. The monster was unimportant. The

tunnel was irrelevant, and her pain optional. Her only focus was her mate, and

Aryi did everything in her power to reach him. She worked her paws over the stone wall, searching for more

manageable boulders. She found none. The smaller fragments were out of the way,

leaving only the big ones in place. She felt around their surface, growing more

concerned with every passing heartbeat. Some stood taller than her, and

weighted more than ten dragons combined. "It's impossible," Azaryl whimpered in defeat. "How does it

look on the other side?""Big," Aryi swallowed, wetting her dry throat with a sliver

of moisture. "I finished all the small ones, but these...these are unmovable.""What about alternate ways?""First thing I did," Aryi dropped on the pile of rubble.

"There's nothing, Azaryl."Silence followed. They were both thinking it. An obvious

answer none wanted to voice out loud."We have to-""Don't say it," Aryi interrupted with an exhausted growl.

"Talk about mating, adventures, or anything. But not that." Azaryl waited a bit. "it's is still above us. Standing in

once place is foolishness.""I don't care," Aryi hissed angrily. "We're mates. We stand

together. I will hear no more on that."None spoke until the mountain shook again. Ary grabbed onto

the rock and closed her eyes. Her mind wanted one thing, but her instincts

urged another. Aryi pressed her jaws tight and muffled a seething roar. She

hated this cave, the mountain, and the beast that tormented them.The earthquake ended, and with it, silence. "There should be a side opening a dozen wingspans behind.

Try that one. See where it leads."Azaryl spoke with so much certainty . Where did he find it,

amidst this swirling terror? "I don't want to-""It's the only way. I promise we will be reunited."Aryi got up on her paws. Her mate was always awful with

promises, and his latest one flared something inside her. She didn't know if it

was anger or hope, nor she cared to. She just hoped it wasn't his last promise

to her. Aryi walked towards the wall and

pressed both bloody paws against it."I'll make sure you keep this one. Let my blood be my bond,"

she licked the rock and turned around, venturing back into darkness. She blew short gusts of flames, illuminating the tunnel just

enough to see ahead. Aryi walked quickly. She looked left, then right,

searching for the opening Azaryl mentioned. She found it on the left, propped between two stony teeth.

Aryi squeezed herself between them. Slime clung to her fur, gooey and gross.

She sniffed it briefly, turned her nose, then looked ahead. Cleanliness was

hardly the most pressing concern. She blew her flames again. The corridor before her was

narrow and foul. Slime occasionally dribbled from the ceiling, splashing with

an everlasting drip drip drip.Aryi walked forward, keeping her wings closely tucked to her

sides. Her paws did the dirty work, scooping up cold slime with every step.

Aryi tried to keep her bleeding claws out of the fluid's reach, but it was a

difficult endeavor. The tunnel got slimier the deeper she went, and the scent

matched its dreary look.Aryi blinked. She counted the steps in case she needed to go

back, but a flicker of light distracted her. She blew another gust of flame. An

opening stood in front of her, with an arched exit and a pile of hay nestled

just behind it. On top of it rested a figure. Aryi narrowed her eyes and unleashed another burst of flame.

The light flickered in the darkness, revealing everything aside from the

mysterious figure. It remained basked in darkness until Aryi took another step.Then, it got onto its feet. It had four of them, and a pair

of wings at its sides. A dragon? Aryi took another

step. The figure did too.A creeping feeling took hold of her, and she contemplated

going back. The next time she blinked, the figure vanished. Azaryl stood in its

place, with radiant aquamarine eyes and a fluffy coat to match them."Azaryl!" Aryi ran towards him. She knew he would find his

way towards her. She knew he was going to keep his promise. Her eager steps

brought her closer, and closer, until her tongue brushed along his snout. It was cold, wet, and slimy, just like the grime below her

paws.Aryi drew back, licking the sticky substance. It tasted

foul. This was not her Azaryl.She blinked, revealing the truth behind her swelling hopes.

Her 'mate' was only a wall of stone, cold and dark just like everything around

her. Aryi retreated a few steps and unleashed her fire. The opening was there.

She saw it.Or at least she thought so. The wall before her had no exits

or crevices. Just bare, empty stone.Aryi growled. Disappointment weighted her down, and

hopelessness washed over her with every beat of her sinking heart. There was

nothing she could do here. With or without her mate, she had to keep going.She turned around. Which way was which? She could not even

remember where she came from. The air was stale in both directions, and no

visible clues aided her.Aryi took a random path and stuck to it. How many steps did

she take? She couldn't remember. If she was wrong, she would be back where she

started, just behind the wall of rubble. With that thought in mind, she pressed on, illuminating the

tunnel every five steps. Her stamina was limited, and she needed to be mindful

of her resources. She needed a system, and that required a certain discipline.

Aryi pressed her jaws shut, becoming one with the surrounding darkness. She

felt helpless and scared. She took a step, then another. When she counted five,

Aryi unleashed her light. It lingered for less than a heartbeat before the

blackness returned. Aryi swallowed emptily. She had to be brave. Without her

fire, she was lost.Without light, she was just a prey trapped in the darkness.

Aryi continued walking. The tunnel seemed to have no end, and her blood felt

colder after each burst of flames. Aryi took a deep breath. She wheezed the air

forth, but no light followed. Darkness surrounded her, oppressive and thick.

Aryi thought she saw something moving. She breathed again, failing to summon

her flames. Something moved. It was impossible to say what or how, but

she saw it. A shape appeared to her right. It whirled around, dashing under her

wings and between her legs. Aryi closed her eyes. The tunnel was playing tricks

on her. She was scared, cold, and alone. Seeing things where they didn't exist

was normal. She repeated that, blocking out the dancing figures. They

were darker than the darkest black, and they took a liking to her. Aryi ignored

them. She took another step forward. The ground crumbled under her paw,

revealing more darkness.Aryi stepped back. Her tail pressed against something hard,

and her back followed. When she turned, she came face to face with a wall, cold

and wet just like the last one. Aryi growled with sheer terror, but no sound escaped her

muzzle. Not even a dim whimper. The figures wrapped around her, tightening like

living vines. She thrashed and snapped, claws and teeth sliding harmlessly

through their ethereal forms. They squeezed harder, draining the heat from her

body, then dispersed into the surrounding walls. She struggled to remain on her trembling paws. Whispers

flowed through the silence, like the murmur of a distant river. Aryi flattened

her ears. She didn't want to hear them, but they got louder and more persistent

when ignored. She flared her wings, hitting stone.Aryi panicked. She whirled around. The stone was everywhere

around her.  The whispers turned into grumbles, and soon into a rhythmic,

pounding rumbling. The walls broke from their fetters, slowly pressing the

dragoness between them. Aryi closed her eyes. It was just panic.Just fear.And it felt so real. The figures returned, fettering her

limbs. Aryi couldn't move. Her paws stuck to the ground. No. They became fused

with the ground. The earth coiled around them, just as the walls pressed from

all sides. The cave wanted her. Its whispers urged her to surrender her flesh

and become one with the stone. Aryi fought. She snarled, swiped her tail, and shove with

her wings. Nothing worked. The walls entrapped her, and within a few thumping

heartbeats she found herself encased by the hungry stone. Coldness claimed her

limbs. It climbed towards her chest, then up her neck, slithering all the way

to her head. Aryi closed her eyes and roared with all her might. A gust of

heated air left her maw, igniting into flames just when it rolled along her tongue.The darkness retreated with a shriek, and the whispers

shattered into deafening silence.No figures surrounded her, and no walls rushed towards her.

It was just her, and the tunnel. Almost.  Something

moved on her left. Aryi closed her eyes. They deceived her before, and she

relied on her other senses. The drip drip

drip of the slime greeted her ears, while fetid scents assaulted her

nostrils. She opened her eyes and glanced around. As expected, nothing

was there. Aryi blew a weak gust of flames. She still had to go forward

and find her mate. She willed herself ahead, limbs shivering with exhaustion.

She felt completely drained, and every step was a challenge. She trudged,

placing one paw before the other, until she felt a presence stalking her. Aryi didn't want to turn around, but her instincts got the

best of her. She turned her head, staring at a deformed beast with a broken

head, five eyes, and several misshapen limbs looking like the severed roots of

a tree. Tendrils extended around them, supporting the creature's broken body.Aryi somehow found the strength to run. She managed two

strides before it was upon her. It pounced her with a thundering growl and

grabbed her. Tentacles wrapped around her limbs, while her wings were pushed

into the ground. Aryi couldn't move a claw. She waited like prey as dripping

fire washed between her wings. Her fur sizzled and melted, giving way under a

stream of agonizing heat.She had no time to roar her anguish. A hundred teeth fell

upon the back of her neck, piercing through fur, skin and flesh. Aryi closed

her eyes. The scent of burning fur filled her nostrils, and pain shortly

followed. The creature bit hard into her flesh, securing its vicious grip. Aryi

thought she was going to die inside this monster's molten embrace until a

heated presence slithered under her tail. The monster was not going to kill

her.It was going to breed her. Its deformed member shot like a

spear, splitting Aryi's insides open.She roared, choking on the waves of overwhelming pain. The

monster thrust savagely inside her, charring her shivering tunnel. Every drop

of moisture vanished, replaced by scorching heat. Tears fell from Aryi's scrunched eyes as the monster filled

her. Its wicked rod stretched her hard and pushed inside without a flicker of

resistance. It did not bear Azaryl's gentle girth, nor shared his measured

thrusts. This monster took what it wanted, ramming his spiked member hard

inside her shivering walls.  It allowed

no relief in between its desperate thrusts, cutting Aryi's breath with each

violent shove. Once he found what it wanted, it bit harder and pushed deeper,

invading her womb.Aryi was ready to give in when a burst of slimy fluid

enveloped her insides. It rushed through her tunnel, flooding her entire body

with its cold, slimy touch. Aryi's vision flickered, and darkness claimed her.She woke up on the wet ground of the cavernous depths. Her

belly was soaked, and something pressed inside her slit. Aryi quickly lifted

her leg and blew just enough fire to reveal the culprit.It was a rocky bump, placed conveniently right below her

slit. That was her monster. She sighed with distress and forced herself up. The tunnel

was slowly sapping her sanity. She had to get out, and fast. Her shaking limbs

threatened to give in, but she forced every ounce of energy to stand up. She

stumbled awkwardly for the first few steps until she found proper balance.Then, she continued, tired and exhausted. She maintained her

monotonous shuffle, hoping this nightmare would

come to an end. Every tunnel had a bottom, and she could only hope she found it

before another flicker of insanity washed over her.A speckle of color entered her eyes. She blinked, increasing

her pace. The light became stronger, bearing the promise of an open sky. Aryi

tucked her wings, growling. She was still inside the mountain. The walls around

her proved it. She advanced warily, sensing another delusion. The light

increased in strength. Aryi blinked quickly. It had to be another fragment of

her fears. She held onto that thought, her muscles tight as stone,

until a small opening revealed itself between the walls of the tunnel. Aryi's blood quickened. Everything had an end, and this

tunnel was no different. She rushed towards the opening, squeezing herself through

the crack until she emerged into a circular cavern. Aryi slowed down. The cave

was larger than anything she saw before. Fresh air breezed around its walls,

and pool to her right offered a most curious sight.Aryi walked around its bank. Luminescent crystals grew

inside the pool, giving it a pleasant blue tint. She crouched, tilting her

muzzle towards the water. Her tongue sneaked out, splashing briefly before

returning into her maw. It was warm! She drank with hungry gulps, splashing the

water all around. She welcomed the liquid inside her mouth, drinking her fill.

Once she calmed her thirst, Aryi pushed a paw inside the water.The liquid seeped inside her wounds, soothing them with its

pleasant touch. Aryi growled softly. She bathed her other forepaw too, then

inspected the rest of the cavern. It offered nothing in particular, aside from

plenty of rock and plenty of space. She walked back towards the pond. Cave or not, this place

had a warmer feeling than any tunnel. For the first time since her ordeal, Aryi

felt safe. She dropped the furs near the bank, then tested the waters again

with both paws before jumping inside.Warmth claimed her. It rushed around her numb wings,

revitalizing them. Her muscles slowly relaxed, and shivers became an ugly

memory. Aryi paddled around the pool, exploring its uneven bottom until she

found a proper perch. She settled upon a bed of rocks, with the water reaching

just below her wing joints. Aryi slowly closed her eyes. The cave dimmed around her.

There was no monster. No earthquakes. She wasn't even inside a cave. Aryi

soared high above the mountain as her thoughts led her back to Azaryl. The

memories of him were soothing and warm, just like the lake. Aryi pushed aside

the dark veil weighting her mind. She forgot the terrors of the tunnel and

allowed the pleasant memories to fill her mind.  **Aryi brimmed with excitement. It was her first hunting day, and

she could hardly remain in one place. She ran between the moving paws of her

parents, proving her prowess with short bites. 

 They both found her mirth quite amusing. Her mother used her

tongue whenever she had the chance, making Aryi squeak with obvious

displeasure. She didn't like getting her fur wet outside her home, so she

bounced towards her father. He lifted a forepaw, chasing her around. Aryi

jumped over it, gripping onto the moving toes. They were quick, and big, and

hardly a suitable quarry. Aryi found herself tripped several times. Her father

favored the kind of rough love, just like Aryi. She jumped away from his agile

paws rushed towards his tail, ducking and leaping whenever his tail swiped

around his majestic body. They continued playing until another family of dragons

approached. Aryi hasn't seen them before. The two adults were adorned with the

colors of the late night sky. Sapphire mixed with black hues along their paws

and wings, a dark and fascinating spectacle to behold. They stopped, growling

their greetings.Aryi did too, her squeaky yowl dwarfed by her parents'

rumbling greetings. She turned around, annoyed, and bit at their paws. "Behave, little one," her mother licked her scruff."Let her do as she wishes, Leyana," her father scooped the

hatchling between his forepaws. "I was a happy bundle of joy when I was her age

too.""You told me that, and I never believed you.""But she does," the male approached his large snout and

gently nuzzled under Aryi's chest. "Don't you, little one?""I do!" Aryi squeaked happily. Her little tongue dashed

around her father's muzzle, sliding between the whiskers. Those looked so

interesting. Aryi pulled on one of them, revealing the snowy teeth hiding

underneath the twitching lip. "You like to bite, don't you?" A slimy tongue rushed forward, sending the little Aryi on

her back. She squirmed, kicking her paws as the tickling tongue had its way

with her."Aren," mother hissed expectantly. The male slapped his tongue inside and looked at her,

vermilion eyes blinking curiously. "Did I insist too much? I-""The hunt, you silly male!" she said, walking towards the

other dragons. "Oh yes."Her father got up on his paws and nudged Aryi's chest.

"There is a new family you have to meet.""Seen them already," she said stubbornly, trying to climb on

his snout."You have to greet them."her perch shook, and she fell on her back once more. Aryi

collected herself and raised her little wings defiantly "No! I want to play!"Her father smiled. "You don't get to choose in this."Aryi found herself trapped inside a big, warm paw. Her

father wobbled on his three legs and placed her before the two approaching

snouts of the dark feathered adults. "Teru, Fera, this is our little one," her father said, wings

lifted and head bowed."We know," one of the dragons said."She smells like you," the other added.They sniffed her curiously, poking her until their huge

nostrils got what they wanted. Aryi didn't pay too much attention to them. Her

eyes fixed on the azure feathered hatchling hiding between their paws. He kept

out of sight, covering himself with a wing whenever Aryi caught sight of him.His own parents took notice of that. "Azaryl!" one of them

called.He retreated further behind, disappearing under a dark

ringed tail. "He's a bit shy," one of the dragons explained. "He's our

first, and...""We cared a bit too well for him," its mate intervened.They rubbed their necks and licked their snouts, growling

happily. "That's no problem. We will un-shy him with fresh meat

and...whatever my daughter sees fit to do."Father always had a way with words. Aryi didn't particularly

favor them. She walked around the adults while they planned their hunt, chasing

the other hatchling."Why do you run? I won't hurt you," she said happily.Azaryl curled around a big hind paw. He thought he was safe,

but Aryi was not scared of some foreign fluff. She darted under the big

dragon's belly, eyes fixed on her quarry. Azaryl yelped and ran, wings

flapping. They chased each other, a frenzy of squeaks and cries until the

adults stepped between them."So noisy!" one of them chided."They're hatchlings. What else can we expect?""Civilized playing," mother growled with amusement. They all rumbled approvingly and watched their hatchlings play

before splitting up.Aryi retreated to her parents, while Azaryl sought the

comfort of a slick tongue from his own mother. "It's all settled. We're hunting the prowlers of the north,"

father crouched excitedly, tail swishing behind him."Yes. So exciting," she motioned for Aryi to approach. "Let

the males ruffle their fur. I have something better planned for you." Aryi snuggled under her wing with a cheerful squeak,

delighting in the warm licks that followed. "We will fly above the whole

valley, and I will show you everything your eyes can see!"Once they were ready, the four dragons took flight. The

males took the lead, while the two females flew close to each other. They held

their hatchlings nestled under their fluffy bellies, protected from the cold

winds of the high skies. Aryi looked upon the trees below. From this height,

everything seemed small. She wanted to fly like her mother, and fight like her

father. But she needed to wait, until her wings were strong enough.

That annoyed her, along with the rules. Her parents had so many of them. The

forest rolling below her made for an amusing comparison. Aryi shook her little

head and shifted inside her mother's caring paw. Once she found a comfortable

position between her heated pads, she started nibbling at everything she found:

the pads of a paw, a toe, and even the hard claws hiding inside furred sheaths.Mother filled the silence with stories. She talked about the

mountains of the north, and the terrible beasts hiding below the thick branches

of the elder trees. Tall as mountains, they were, and a single tree could

nurture and shelter an entire colony of dragons.Aryi drank in every word. She lost herself in the wonderful

world depicted by her mother until a roar shattered the silence. "Don't look," her mother turned, flapping her wings towards

the IceFang lake. "I don't want you to get any ideas about hunting until you

learn how to fly."Aryi nodded her little head and waited. Killing other beings

felt quite extreme. She never wanted to hunt like that, at least not until she

became older. The squirrel she caught had been her playmates. All animals were,

aside from the ones with big claws and big fangs. Her parents never allowed her

to play with them. Aryi only ventured into the High Wilderness with her

parents, and they never allowed her too much freedom until she reached four

months of age. Aryi blinked. She would have all the freedom she wanted once

her own wings carried her this high. She imagined her as an adult, roaring

joyously as she sailed upon the winds, just like her mother.The females flew in circles until another growl announced

the end of the hunt. They swooped between the tall trees, joining the males and

the giant wolf lying dead at their feet."He was a fighter, that one," her father said, licking the

blood off the other male's chest. "Fighter or not, he's got plenty of meat," the black dragon

nodded.Their mates rushed towards them, licking the blood and

inquiring about injuries.Aryi was left behind. Not that she minded. She had quite a

lot to explore, and the dead animal was quite fascinating.She turned her eyes towards the wolf. It was as big as a

dragon, with thick white fur to cover its thick neck and huge limbs. One single

paw stood taller than Aryi. Aryi sniffed the

moist pads, shuffling between the creature's paws until she reached its rump.

The animal's legs were ravaged by gashes and punctures, and blood trickled down

its marred fur. She approached her snout, then retreated when a drop fell on

her nose. She washed it away with a paw and tasted its metallic fragrance. It

was strong, and enticing in a bizarre way. Aryi licked her muzzle and looked to

her left. Azaryl found the courage to approach too, flicking his tongue at a

clump of fur. He licked, then shook his head, squeaking."It may be a bit too potent for you, little one," his mother

retrieved him."Let them try it, Fera," father intervened."I agree with my fearless companion" Teru joined his family.

"We didn't hunt this one to stare at it."Everyone eventually agreed. The adults settled some meat

aside from the hatchlings, who licked and chewed on the bits of meat. The taste

wasn't displeasing, just different. Aryi ate her share, and also helped Azaryl

with his chunks. He allowed her to take whatever she wanted without complaints.

Aryi questioned his kindness, and he always looked away whenever their eyes

met. Aryi found that particularly cute. She approached her

muzzle, licking a bloody patch under his neck. Azaryl flinched. His wings

flared, and his paws tensed. "Stop being so shy," she licked under his chin, washing away

the blood with quick laps of her tongue.Azaryl purred shyly, then whimpered softly. "Does it feel bad?"He shook his head."Then let me clean you," Aryi insisted. "Only small

hatchlings let their parents groom them, and we aren't small."Finally, Azaryl agreed with her. He squeaked cheerfully and

poked his little tongue out, touching her nose. Aryi smiled and lengthened her strokes. "I like you," she

pressed her tongue harder inside his fur. Azaryl purred happily. He lay on his side, allowing her to

lick wherever she wanted. Aryi cleaned him from paws to tail, then splayed on

her side, expecting the same. Azaryl was slightly reluctant, but a tug on his tail

motivated him quite enough. He licked her snout quick, cleaned her legs with

clumsy strokes, and spread the blood all over her wings."Too quick. You have to lick slower, like this." Aryi

demonstrated by licking his neck with a long, heated swipe. Azaryl shuddered. He closed his eyes, whimpered, then jumped

away, retreating between the paws of his mother. Aryi laughed. She still liked him, shy as he was.After they feasted, the dragons returned to their home.

Their small forest was a beautiful, tranquil place. Mother spoke about other

breeds of dragons, who preferred mountains or plains. Aryi could never imagine

living inside a dark cave or expose herself like common prey upon the desolate

plains.Trees were her home, and they were perfect. Her mother

gently placed her on the grass once she landed. "How was the hunt, little one?""Good," Aryi stretched her limbs. "I liked the meat, but

Azaryl was better. If only we played some more...""You will. Just give me a moment," her mother said, leaping

away like a true dragon.Aryi was overjoyed when her mother returned with Azaryl. He

turned his head, thanking her with a shaky squeak looking at Aryi."You want...you want to..." he mumbled, searching for the right

words."Play, yes!" Aryi ran around him, flapping her little wings.

"I know so many games. What are you good at?"Azaryl looked around, tilting his head towards the canopy of

a tree. "Climbing?""I never climbed trees before," Aryi said."It's easy," Azaryl led her towards the tree. "Do you want

me to show you?""Yes!" She nuzzled under his wing. "And I will teach you one

of my games!""Deal," Azaryl smiled.The two hatchlings played until exhaustion. Aryi learned how

to grip the bark with her claws and steady herself with her wings during the

climb, and Azaryl got a lesson in pouncing prey. When the sun set, they bid

their farewells and returned to their trees. Aryi used her newfound skills to

climb, much to the dismay of her parents. They flew around her, ready to catch

their hatchling if she misplaced a step.That didn't happen. Aryi carefully climbed towards the

lowest branch and squeaked her victory. Her parents quickly joined, curling

around her. Although these trees were not as big as the ones from Mother's

tales, they too could shelter a family of dragons between their broad branches.During the following days, Aryi and Azaryl met more and more

often. They ran around the forest, chasing bugs and other small animals. Aryi

always took the lead. She was fearless and adventurous, compared to her

playmate. Azaryl preferred to analyze his choices, and often gave up before

trying anything new. Aryi took good care to remedy that problem. She taught him

swimming in the nearby river, and he repaid her with a full blown scuffle. The

two hatchlings reconciled with a session of grooming, then wasted the day

snoozing and talking about their dreams, what they liked, and their place in

the clan. A dragon could do everything, but vocations were preferred over

fickle choices. Aryi wanted to be a hunter. She felt her abilities matched the

task. Azaryl surprised her when he talked about exploring. She

never thought him that brave. Venturing into unknown lands was dangerous, and

few dragons returned with tales to tell. Still, the more he talked, the more his

plans made sense. The sky was limitless, and dragons were given wings for a

reason. Azaryl wanted to fly throughout the whole world. There were many

wonderful places to discover, and Aryi never disagreed with him. She only

wanted her wings to grow stronger so she could experience all those wonders.And that eventually happened several month later. As time

passed, the two hatchlings slowly matured. Hunting became as ordinary as

playing, and the mountains freezing in the north or the desert stretching in

the south no longer discouraged them. They flew together, exploring the

surroundings until something strange happened.Azaryl became a lot more reserved. He found excuses to avoid

hunting, the clan's bonding rituals, and even playing. Where he spent all that

time, Aryi did not know. Every time she inquired about the reason, she got the

same reply. Azaryl always wanted to be alone in order to work on something.One day, she had enough. Aryi followed Azaryl from his home,

all the way into the depths of the forest. He walked briskly through the

vegetation, his paws sending the ruddy leaves of autumn flying behind his long,

luxurious tail. Aryi kept just behind him. Her silky steps barely made a

sound, and she carefully slinked between the trees. Azaryl never saw her. He

stopped by the bank of a river, looked around, then dropped on the ground.Aryi hid behind a tree, watching how Azaryl pushed his head

under a wing. Insistent sniffing followed, along with a few licks. He appeared

to be grooming himself, until the wind picked. His leg shifted, and a flurry of

scents assaulted Aryi's nostrils. She smelled the water, the drying leaves, and

most of all, Azaryl's scent. She drew it in with a sharp breath, almost choking

in its potency. Aryi flicked her tongue over her nose, then rubbed her

twitching nostrils with a paw. Azaryl smelled different. For a reason, this

bizarre scent enticed her, awakening a desire she could not explain. Aryi

blinked and focused back on the grooming male. He started licking and slurping

around something. His paw? Aryi never saw him doing that before.A soft growl left his throat, and he fell on his side, with

a pink rod jutting between his legs. It was long and pink, reaching right under

his head. Azaryl licked around his clamping slit, then slid his tongue along

the rod. It jerked, and his paws flexed, trapping it. Aryi watched with fascination how the male licked his rod.

It came out of him, somehow. Aryi didn't bother searching explanations. Her

eyes were focused on the slim tip, and Azaryl's attempts to clean it. He licked

hard and quick, then suckled until his wings started trembling. His tail

flattened, and he pushed hard between his paws. His rod throbbed once, then

spurted a stream of cloudy liquid out of its tip.Azaryl roared, a harsh and wild cry he never unleashed

before. He lapped around the tip, struggling to catch the emerging liquid until

his paws directed it towards his muzzle. Azaryl took it inside, moaning louder.

His toes spread, and his flanks thrust with a back and forth motion. Dribbles

sneaked between his lips, falling onto his fur.Aryi remained transfixed by the sight. The fluid that came

out had to be tasty. Azaryl suckled himself until his member plopped between

his lips. He cleaned it with a swipe of a tongue, then slowly pushed it back

inside his slit. With that done, Azaryl groomed himself, cleaning every trace

of the strange fluid. Once he finished, he got up and ran back, passing right

by Aryi's tree. She pondered about pouncing him, but the sight of his rod kept

her glued in place.Licking her muzzle, Aryi dropped on her side. She lifted a

wing, just like Azaryl did, and sniffed around for her own slit. She smelled

sweeter and softer than a male, and her tongue soon followed. Aryi cleaned her

slit, expecting her own rod to poke at any moment. She licked twice, thrice,

twelve times.Nothing happened, aside from a slight tingling sensation.

Aryi traced her tongue around the fleshy edges. Her flesh was harder than she

remembered. She pushed and prodded, feeling along her crevice until her tongue

suddenly slid inside. Her walls clenched, trapping her tongue inside their moist

embrace. That never happened before, and Aryi yelped with surprise. Moisture

clung to her muzzle, and every flick of her tongue felt unexplainably good. She

spread her legs, widening her slit until she retrieved her tongue with a wet

plop.Her muscles shivered, then relaxed. She was so pink and

exposed inside there. Aryi sniffed, poking and pushing with her snout. It was

just flesh, but for some reason, licking there felt strangely good. She sneaked her tongue between her fangs, venturing inside

yet again. Warm shivers coursed through her body once she squeezed around her

tongue, fueling her curiosity. She had to find her own rod, and roar, just like

Azaryl did. After several swipes, she found nothing. Her slit was

disappointingly bare. Aryi retreated, mewling with disappointment until a

presence brushed against her retreating tongue. She licked around it. Sure

enough, something hid inside there. Aryi pushed her snout hard, licking until her tongue poked

inside a fleshy sheath. The warmth was intense, and the stimulation took her by

surprise. Her muscles froze, and an involuntary moan left her clenching throat.Aryi slurped her dribbling saliva and pushed harder inside

the sensitive slit. The flesh stretched around her tongue, fueling her delight

until her tip brushed against something hard. It felt like a protrusion of some

sort. Aryi coiled her tongue around it excitedly. She had a rod too! She could-"Raaawrrrrrgghhhrrr!" she choked on her muffled roar as

something triggered inside her. Pleasure crashed into her like a rock fall.

Aryi squeezed her eyes shut as every muscle in her body tightened. Something

was coming out, and she struggled to contain it. She had no idea what that was,

and the prospect of allowing it to burst free scared her.Aryi endured until the pressure became unbearably hard. She

spasmed hard, her body rocking with the momentum of her great delight. Ooze

fled between her entrapping lips, wetting her tongue with every squeeze of her

slit. Aryi licked and slurped inside her oversensitive sheath, prolonging the

intense bliss until her breath left her. She dropped on the ground, completely spent by this

unexpectedly blissful ordeal. She breathed in the crisp air, with a wing

drooped over her twitching lips. Even now, moments after her unexpected

pleasure, Aryi could not figure why grooming in that particular area felt so

good. She licked her muzzle dreamily. Her own fragrance felt quite pleasing.

She swirled it inside her maw, analyzing its taste. Somehow, it resembled the

sweetness of fruits, but it was also strange and foreign.She swallowed it along with her saliva and got on her paws.

Birds sang above her, and the trees rustled under the crisp autumn breeze. Aryi

looked around. The forest seemed quite intimidating when she was alone. She

contemplated going home until her tail shifted. The motion caused her flesh to

press together, summoning that tickling itch that claimed her earlier.Aryi lowered herself on her side. She rolled on her back,

neck stretched towards her slit. When she couldn't reach it, she rolled back on

her side. She lifted her wing and leg out of the way, inspecting her slit with

a curious glare. What made that area so special? And why did it feel so good

when she licked herself earlier? Aryi wanted to find these answers, only that

she didn't know how.She licked again, trying to push one lip aside. Her slit

stubbornly clenched every time she did that. Aryi's lips pressed against one

another, and she had little control over them. Every time she touched there,

she clenched, each squeeze feeling better than the last. Aryi inserted her

tongue again. Like before, the heat and the moisture enveloped her. She scooped

up the fluids, then retreated, smacking her lips. Answers was what she needed,

not another strange rush. Aryi experimented with a forepaw. She inserted a claw

inside. It slowly disappeared inside her slit, with a slow and controlled

motion until an involuntary throb ruined everything. The sharp tip pressed

against her exposed muscles, summoning a most annoying sensation. Aryi retreated with a yelp. She licked her slit, then

nibbled around the clumsy claw in anger. She needed something equally sturdy.

Something to hold her muscles in place. Aryi looked at her tail, then shook her

head. Her fluffy tip had no chance of fitting inside. But two paws could. Aryi placed one on either side and

gently pried her slit open. She couldn't do it at first. Her muscles were

strong, and her paws kept slipping. She tried again and again, until she stuck

inside two toes. Her claws carefully maneuvered around the contracting muscle,

and her fingers slowly spread it apart. The slit widened little by little, its

secrets revealing themselves one little push at a time.Aryi eagerly looked inside. She saw what appeared to be a

pink tube surrounded by an assortment of equally colored muscles. They dripped

with fresh fluids, summoned from the trembling depths. It was curious how her

insides never stood still. Something always squirmed inside, and Aryi was most

curious to see why. She inserted her tongue inside and moaned. A rush of

pleasure made her shiver all over, almost shaking her grip off in the process.

Aryi pressed her paws harder as her tongue danced around the flesh. The smell

became almost pungent, and the fresh ooze had a most pleasing allure. Aryi

swiped her tongue along the edges, slurping quickly once it became leaden with

moisture. She liked how quickly she became damp, and how thrilling each caress

felt along the edges of her slit. Aryi continued her caress, swirling her

tongue in a circle. She caressed every edge, staying away from the strange

sheath. This pleasure felt steadier compared to the rush she got from the

sheath, so Aryi lingered until the pleasure built up. Her walls hardened,

squeezing harder with each heartbeat. Aryi continued her circling until a particularly hard

squeeze caused her paws to slip. She retreated in a flash, before the pointy

claws had any opportunity of hurting her. Aryi whimpered, pressing her snout tight

against her clammed slit. She felt so hot and moist down there, and wanted

nothing more than to unleash the pressure rising within. She poked her tongue inside, stimulating herself in the same

manner. Her tongue lapped quickly at the walls, delving as deep as it managed.

Aryi found the muscle underneath particularly sensitive to short prodding. She

licked restlessly, tensing harder with each thumping heartbeat. When pleasure threatened to erupt, Aryi lodged herself deep

inside her slit. Her tip pressed the trembling muscle, and her thicker base

rubbed around in a swiping rush. The heat increased, becoming harder and harder

to contain until a sting of pure pleasure caused her muscles to violently

spasm.With a muffled cry, Aryi surrendered to the upcoming bliss.

She squeezed with rhythmic throbs, sucking her own tongue inside the collapsing

tunnel. She kept it inside throughout the peak of her pleasure, sliding it

along whatever she could. Her flesh felt particularly sensitive, and each

caress made her slit quiver with oozing heat. Aryi rode the pleasure with a long, drawn out yowl. Her

claws dug deep into the ground, and her wings beat senselessly at the air. Wind

alleviated her heated body, but did little for her churning insides. Aryi gave

in everything she could, milking her tongue until it actually felt numb.Once her rush ended, Aryi collapsed with a desperate breath.

She opened her maw and breathed the cold air with obvious hunger. Pleasure took

a certain toll, and Aryi remained stuck in place while her heart lessened its

beats and her breath steadied.Then, she got up on her side once more, finding her slit

coated with fresh slime. She cleaned her produce from her fur, then ventured

inside once her slit had nothing more to give. Her muscles were thoroughly wet.

Aryi slurped hungrily, avoiding her fatigued flesh. The previous stimulation

made her flesh weak and fatigued towards any touch. She cleaned herself

quickly, aiming only for grooming until she found her sheath yet again.What exactly was that? Aryi spread herself once more and

looked upon the strange protrusion. It was small, almost the length of a claw,

and with a generously wide opening at its tip. Aryi licked around it. The same

wicked pleasure she experienced at first rushed through her spine. Aryi snarled

with delight. She didn't expect it to hit so soon. She continued licking,

batching the flaccid flesh with numerous tongue strokes. She expected wild

arousal to wash over her, but instead she got a few feeble clenches from her

tired slit.Aryi drew back. She did something last time. Something that

triggered that untamed rush of pure ecstasy. She blinked, poking around her

flesh until she found the opening. Aryi pushed her tongue inside and snarled

again once the pleasure returned. It had a sharp edge to it, a wildness that

urged her to press on. Aryi ventured deeper. Her sheath stretched in her wake until

her tip pressed against something hard. Aryi inspected it with a soft, circular

motion. Her tongue trailed around something hard until it met a small bump.

That little obstacle was harder than her tongue and more sensitive than any

muscle she touched before. Aryi only managed a brief touch before the tension

rising within her threatened to erupt. She sucked in a sharp breath, then pressed hard against the

little mound. Aryi's paws shivered, and her muscles clamped shut as another

wave of heat claimed her. It was stronger than the last, and far more

fulfilling. Aryi squeezed her eyes shut, crying blissfully while her slit

collapsed upon itself. Surges of heat thundered from within, fueling the

intense force that claimed her whole body. Aryi's tongue trembled inside the

small sheath, providing ripples of stimulation between every spasm.The rush lasted longer, and made her muscles noticeably weak.

Aryi collapsed yet again. Her tongue slid between her softening slit,

retreating inside her opened maw. The dragoness panted from her blissful

ordeal, still wondering about the purpose behind the strangely intense

pleasure. It had a purpose, and Aryi still had to discover it. She stubbornly ran everything she learned through her mind.

Her sheath brought her a heated rush at first, then her slit, followed by her

sheath yet again. Aryi had to be missing something. She explored herself

thoroughly, unless...She stood up on her side. With two paws, she spread herself

open, then pushed her tongue as deep as she could inside her hardened slit. She

explored the bottom this time, and sure enough she found a tunnel that led far

deeper than what her tongue could touch. Aryi lapped several times, then gave

up with a frustrated growl. Her tongue was too short, and her claws too

dangerous to push inside her bare flesh. She looked around, searching for

options when her tail came into view. Aryi brought it around, exploring the tufted tip. Her fur

was dense, but the tip underneath was long and hard, ideal for a deep

penetration. Aryi settled on her side, tail bended towards her slit. She tried

pushing it inside, but the angle was all wrong. When she used a paw to direct

herself inside, her slit became the problem. Her resilient walls were too hard

to pierce, unless they stood spread open. Aryi tried different techniques with arguable results until

she found the best one. She grabbed her tail in her mouth, then directed it

inside the slit opened by her two front paws. The tail slid inside fast, and

her slit clamped hard, securing it. Once that happened, Aryi focused on her

tail. She supported it with a forepaw while the other one maintained her wavering

balance.With her tail snuck inside, Aryi pushed towards her hidden

tunnel. Her slick flesh allowed it to slide in without problems, and the soaked

fur provided a gentle rush of heated stimulation. Aryi pressed her tail deeper,

waving it around her slit until she finally found the deep opening.She pushed her paw, forcing her tail inside. The soaked tip

tickled her flesh in too many places. Short bursts of stimulation followed

along, and each jerk of her tail summoned thrums of deep delight. Aryi tightened

her jaws. This was a different type of pleasure. More intimate and deeper than

what she felt before. Her whole frame shuddered, and she soon knew why, when

her tail ventured too deep inside a place that was never meant to be explored. A surge of pleasure froze her muscles, more powerful than

anything she felt before. Aryi hissed, the air leaving her maw in a whistling

rush. Her tail shuddered inside her, rubbing against something too soft and far

too sensitive. The tunnel around it shivered and quaked, amplifying the deep

spasms rocking from within. It was curious how only her slit tightened so hard

while her tunnel merely shuddered. Aryi pushed deeper. Her tail moved just a

bit before it rocked to the side, straight into that strangely sensitive spot.Stars flickered before Aryi's eyes. She blinked quickly,

then shrilled a strident roar as blazing heat took her harder and quicker than

ever. Her body tensed hard, expelling something from within. Warm slime flooded

her tunnel, rushing along her tail. It was so hot, and so strong. Aryi didn't

know what it was until it came spurting out of her opening slit. The fluid

gushed out in a rush of pressure and bliss, splashing against her opened

muzzle. Aryi ignored it. The heat was too strong, and her muscles far

too tight. The strange pleasure drew upon her very heat, summoning rushes of

liquid lust from the invaded depths. Aryi struggled to remain on her feet, but

the pleasure was just too strong. She collapsed on her side, wings beating and

paws kicking as her convulsing slit relieved its pressing burden. Spurt after

spurt of hot arousal squirted hard against her tail, forcing it back. The violet tail came out with a wet spurt, and a gush of

translucent fluid followed, washing over her panting tongue. Aryi didn't care

for the strange liquid nor her coated tail. Her mind was warm and cloudy, just

like her oozing insides. She spent herself with loud roars, snapping at the air

between the mind melting gushes. Aryi gave all she had, wetting herself all

over before the eerie pleasure subsided. With that done, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes,

surrendering to the heavy exhaustion that claimed her spent body.Aryi didn't know how long she slept, if she slept, or why

she did it. When she woke up, everything settled into place. The trees were

still there, along with the birds and the leaves below her. Aryi sniffed the

air. Her scent was all over the place, bearing a most curious fragrance. When

she looked upon her slimy slit, she knew why. The strange fluid was all over

her. Aryi groomed herself quick, lapping the sweet essence. The silky taste

filled her mouth, and its sweetness made the whole grooming a lot more

rewarding.Once she was clean and proper, Aryi walked back towards her

home. She had quite a few experiences to share with Azaryl, and something told

her they would surprise.She found Azaryl with his family. He did everything with

them, from mundane cleaning to hunting. Aryi wanted to talk about the moment in

the forest, but the opportunity eluded her. Azaryl warded her off after every

request, and she retreated back to her parents, too sullen to even talk about

it. The days were long, and the nights restless. Aryi told nothing to her

parents. She wanted Azaryl, and after a few days, she found him wondering in

the forest yet again. She followed him, then pounced the unsuspecting male once

they wandered far enough from their home. The two rolled in a heap of wings and

paws. Aryi grabbed onto his limbs and stood triumphantly above him. "Why are you avoiding me?""I want to be alone. I told you that," Azaryl bared his

fangs.She did the same, pressing her nose against his. "That is

not the truth."His fierceness dulled. The male's ears drooped, and he

couldn't even keep her stare. "I'm sorry. Things became strange lately. My own

body feels weird, and there is this need to....to..." he sighed."To release," Aryi whispered.He growled with utter surprise. "Y-yes! How do you know?"She released his paws and settled beside him. "I followed

you into the forest, Azaryl. I've seen how you licked yourself."He opened his muzzle, but no words came out. A wing covered

his head, hiding his rising shame.Aryi poked her head between his feathers and licked the side

of his muzzle. Azaryl closed his eyes, a mellow growl leaving his throat. "You did nothing wrong, Azaryl. Soon after you licked

yourself, I did the same..." she licked him again. "More than one time,

actually."The male softly nipped her neck. "Did it feel good?""Better than anything I felt before," Aryi whispered. Her

tail curled around her body, pressing against her slit. "It felt so intense. So

consuming.""You understand then. Why I had to go and satisfy this

urge.""Urge?" Aryi blinked.Azaryl looked at his paws."Don't be shy now. Tell me," she insisted with a quick lick

over his ear.The male conceded. "I want to...this is going to sound weird.""Please tell me."He sighed, still avoiding her eyes. "I want to lick you...down

there," Azaryl growled. "When I stand close to you, I can only think about

that. Your smell washes every thought away, and-""Why?" Aryi interrupted. "What is so special about my

scent?"Azaryl's curled his tail around his paws. "I don't know. It

just smells very good, and sometimes...sometimes makes me aroused."Aryi's wings trembled with excitement. "The rod? Is that

what happens when you get aroused?"He looked around, twitching his wings and licking a paw to

avoid the upcoming embarrassment. Aryi soothed him with several licks around

his muzzle, and a few kind encouragements."I will say. Please stop poking at me with your-""Say it then."He fidgeted on his paws, then opened and closed his muzzle a

few times until he finally spoke. "It simply slides out from my sheath. I don't

know how or why, but it feels so good.""Can I see it?" Aryi asked.Azaryl shyly moved his paw aside, revealing his slit."Can't see anything.""It needs time and warmth to grow," he hissed at her.

"Please don't ask any more on this.""Alright," Aryi nuzzled him. "But only because you asked me

to."Azaryl shuddered awkwardly and slowly moved away. "I have to

go home. My parents need me for this...this thing.""Go do it," Aryi roared encouragingly. She knew how hard it

was for Azaryl to reveal something so intimate to her. The concept enthralled

her, and Aryi thought again about Azaryl's time alone. He oozed something from

his member, just like she did when she pleasured herself. Aryi was curious to

know what exactly came out. Hers looked like water, while Azaryl's was thick

and white.She shook her head, growling with frustration. Some answers

were just so hard to find.The time passed in a strange rush for the two dragons.

Changes happened quick, and none understood why. Aryi woke every day

with the strange urge Azaryl mentioned. Her mind was cloudy, and her instincts

ran rampant. Her only focus seemed to be Azaryl, and the delightful scent he

carried about himself. She sought his company with every chance she got,

playing, hunting, climbing, running or flying. And he was equally interested in her. The two became

inseparable, spending their energy during the day and cuddling during the

night, where they shared sweet words and warm licks. The subject of pleasure

was often mentioned, but never discussed in detail. Aryi found the perfect opportunity when Azaryl's curiosity

became more daring. He lusted for her slit ever since they talked about their

urges. Little did he know Aryi had a curiosity of her own. She relieved herself

near a tree during one of their cuddling nights and returned under Azaryl's

wing with a beaming smile. "You pleasured yourself," he looked between her legs."Did I? You tell me," Aryi said. She lifted her wing,

surprising the male with her boldness. Azaryl inched his head closer. He passed

her shoulder, then lowered his head under her belly. His sniffing became loud

and insistent, just like Aryi wanted. She knew the temptation overpowered him,

and when Azaryl was a claw's length away from her slit, she wrapped a paw

around his neck and pushed his head into the ground.Azaryl mewled his disappointment. "I knew it's a trick. You

never make it easy.""And you never make it sneaky," Aryi retorted with a lick

above one of his ears. "You wanted me for days.""I can't help myself!" Azaryl huffed, pushing her away with

his wings. Aryi felt a tinge of remorse. For a moment, she considered

allowing him a quick taste, but then the topic of his rod entered her mind. She

had to know more about it. "I'll make you a deal.""Don't want any deals," Azaryl said, all grumpy and sullen.

"This urge is more annoying than you think.""It's the same as mine!" Aryi growled at him."No it's not," the male retorted.Aryi was the smarter one. She crouched towards Azaryl and

waited until he bowed his head with a frustrated sigh. "Tell me about your

deal."Aryi happily snuggled under his wing. "I will let you lick

me there If you tell me about your rod.""What do you want to know?""Everything!"Azaryl's ears drooped. "That's too broad for a few licks.""Did I say a few?" Aryi smiled.He shook his head. "Still not worth the time."Aryi crossed her paws, thinking. She couldn't outsmart

Azaryl. He simply knew more about everything, and her own leverage was his

lust."Fine," Aryi looked into his eyes. "A dozen licks for two questions.""Sounds good," Azaryl agreed with a dip of his head. "What's

the first one.""Your rod," Aryi snuck her tail between his legs, rubbing

the tip around his slit. "I want to know how and when it comes out.""That's not a question," Azaryl said, ignoring her tail. "Whatever. Answer it" Aryi pressed harder. He pinned it under a hind leg and looked at the night sky.

"It started happening a few moons ago, when we were a bit younger. Nights

became strange, and when I woke up in the morning, I knew why.""Your rod?" Aryi asked.Azaryl nodded. "It scared me at first. How could I have

something so big inside me and not know it?""Silly male.""Hsss," Azaryl hissed. "Females can't know how weird it is

the first time. I had to lick it back into my slit because of how dry it was."Aryi restrained herself from making a remark on that. She

was never dry inside her slit. "After that, I found out more about it.""How?" "I inspected myself," Azaryl said. "Licked around my slit

until that came out."Aryi pulled her tail. She wanted to smack Azaryl with it,

only that the male had it firmly pinned under his foot. "More details. I don't

want this story to be as dry as your-""I answered your question," Azaryl growled."Answer better!""You already saw me in the forest. What need is there to-"Aryi rolled on her side, exposing her slid. "This need," she

licked inside, spreading her lips just enough to reveal a sliver of pink. "And

your desire to lick me."Azaryl gulped emptily, then licked his muzzle with obvious

lust. "My member, or rod, as you call it, only grows when I stimulate it. I can

rub my slit, lick it, or push my tongue inside, like you just did.""And then it grows," Aryi rolled back on her belly."Yes. Becomes hard, thick, and long.""Longer than my paw?" Aryi inspected one of her own."Try a wing," Azaryl extended it above their heads. "It can

reach up to my neck, and that scares me a bit."Aryi laughed. "It's your rod. You can't harm yourself with

it.""I told you. It's sensitive," Azaryl folded his wing back and

placed his head on his paws. "What else do you want to know?""How you release," Aryi dropped her head on top of his with

a satisfied sigh. "Tell me all about it.""I lick myself, and it happens," the same said curtly. "Can you be a bit more vague than that?" "I lick along the whole length, from slit to tip, and then

it comes out," Azaryl corrected himself. "That's all there is. Can I lick you

now?""Certainly not," Aryi growled. Azaryl shook her off and looked into her eyes, lips

twitching with irritation. "I answered your curiosities.""Yes, but they were too short!" Azaryl turned his head around, preparing to get up. Aryi

quickly pushed him back down and calmed him with a few licks around his muzzle.

"if you tell me about the first time you released, I promise I will let you

lick me as many times as you want."Azaryl melted under her tongue. He released a long, heated

growl from his throat, and pulled her closer with his broad, feathery wing.

Aryi snuggled tight, embracing him with a paw and a wing. She knew the cause of

his restlessness. The urge made both of them grumpy, and from what Azaryl said,

it was worse for males. They had so many craves, and the very scent of a female

aroused them more than they wanted."I was atop my tree when it happened," Azaryl started. "It

was a strange, restless night. I looked at the sky, counted stars, branches,

and even leaves. No matter what I did, the urge remained firmly rooted, and my

member harder than the wood below my paws."He shifted. Aryi thought she saw a bit of pink between his

legs, but she didn't look too long. Her attention was focused on Azaryl, and

his silky neck as she rubbed it with slow, tentative strokes. "I knew I had to do something about it. Pushing it back

never worked. Even the soft pads of my paws feel rough against my bare member,

so I used my tongue.""You licked it." Aryi said softly.The male nodded. "And it felt so good, unlike anything I

felt before. My blood quickened, and my tongue ran restlessly along my member.

I remember this intense heat washing over me before..." Azaryl's words trailed

off, replaced by a whimper."You released, didn't you?"He turned to Aryi, licking her between the eyes with a long,

loving stroke. "It came out of me in a blink, and it came hard," the male said,

wings fluttering with excitement. "This warm fluid was all over my muzzle. I

didn't know what it was, but the taste was not displeasing," Azaryl licked his

muzzle. "I drank quite a bit, and even choked during the peak of my pleasure.

It felt so filling. So impossibly good!""I want to taste it too," Aryi said. She pressed her muzzle

against his, licking gently along his fangs. "Can I lick you too, after you

lick me?"Azaryl growled softly. They tongues brushed against each

other, and the two nibbled and licked until lust claimed them both."Of course you can," Azaryl pulled back. "But first I get to

taste you."Aryi splayed on her side, slit widely exposed to her

benevolent male. "I am yours."He wasted no time in flicking his tongue between her fleshy

lips. Aryi kept her paws at her sides, allowing him as much space as he needed.

Azaryl pushed around and inside her slit, inspecting her every crevice. He

pulled back a few times to regain his breath, and then he dived back in.Aryi felt her pleasure approaching. Her wings stretched

under pleasure's caress, and her toes flexed and grabbed. She never expected to

reach her peak though. Azaryl's strokes were clumsy and desperate. He didn't

even enter her slit properly, sating his hunger with the fluid smeared around

her crevice. Aryi said nothing. This was her moment, and she respected

it. She enjoyed the moderate pleasure and drank in the sight of Azaryl's

enlarging member. It was fully erect now, slapping against his belly every few

licks. "I'm done," Azaryl pulled back, licking his lips with a

quick swipe of his tongue. "My turn then?" Aryi got up on her paws.It was Azaryl's turn to expose himself. He motioned her

closer with a paw, and Aryi attacked his member with the same eagerness. She

started from the tip, licking inside the hole curiously before descending upon

his slit. Aside from his musk, he felt exactly like hers. Aryi pressed her

tongue between his shuddering muscles, testing his reaction. Azaryl immediately

tensed, member spasming hard between the tense muscles. "I'm close," he hissed desperately."What?" Aryi turned towards his tip. Azaryl lapped quickly

around the head, coiling his tongue and squeezing around the hard flesh. His

paws too pressed the member between them, providing extra bursts of stimulationHe thrust, almost pushing it inside a nostrils. "It's

coming.""I can't see it," Aryi approached his frenzied tongue. She

looked inside the small tip, seeing nothing but flesh and darkness."Close...so close.... I'm about to-" Azaryl sucked in a sharp breath. Aryi flicked her tongue

over his rod, catching a brief taste before warm slime pushed her muzzle back.

It shot in a stream, entering her eyes, nostrils, and most of all, her opened

maw. Aryi sneezed and pushed the gooey fluid back, but it only

kept coming. Azaryl roared, announcing his peak with draconic might. He

directed the stream inside his own muzzle, gulping greedily while Aryi watched

and cleaned her own remnants of seed from her muzzle. Azaryl finished a lot quicker than her. He released the

member from his seed coated muzzle and cleaned himself off the dripping fluid. Aryi helped too. His seed had a creamy sweetness to it,

blending perfectly with her saliva. She swallowed, then smacked her lips with

satisfaction. "It doesn't displease me."She got her whiskers nipped for that. Azaryl deserved a good

scuffle, but Aryi reconsidered. They both were quite messy, and grooming was

quite a bit more pleasant than sparring. The two dragons cleaned themselves,

then snuggled tightly, falling asleep into each other.One day, when the urge became particularly annoying, Aryi

pushed her tail between Azaryl's legs. He looked at her, then yelped as she

started rubbing. "Ticklish?" Aryi smiled."No, just...surprised," Azaryl bumped into her. "I thought we

agreed to go hunting.""Oh, we are. Only that I have my eyes set on a different

type of prey," she wrapped him inside a feathery wing and left his cheek moist

with her saliva. Azaryl shivered. "You're acting strange.""We both do," Aryi licked him again, savoring the taste of

his fur. "I think it's time to be honest with our desires.""I am," Azaryl looked forward. "I awoke particularly hungry

this morning.""Did you?"He smiled shakily. "I wasn't thinking only about meat."Aryi curled her tail around his, pressing herself closer.

Her snout leaned closer to his ear, and her words were soft and silky, just

like her coat. "What kept you busy, my beautiful male?""You," Azaryl said, looking her in the eyes. His tongue rushed out. Aryi closed her eyes, basked in a

flurry of warmth and affection. "I have wanted you since...I can't even remember!" Azaryl

stuttered, pausing his licks. "Every time we sleep, I think about mating. When

we play, my heart beats harder and my nostrils are aflame with your delightful

scent. I want you, and none other."Aryi's heart fluttered with every word of praise. "You know

me too well," she said curtly and pressed her muzzle against his. They shared a

quick kiss, exploring each other more intimately than ever before pulling

apart. "I don't feel like hunting anymore," Azaryl's wings

fluttered excitedly. "What about mating?"They both growled with joy. More kisses were shared, along

with licks that left their tongues numb with effort. "Where do we do it?" Azaryl asked."Here looks good," Aryi looked around. "It's intimate, and

we are completely alone."Azaryl nodded his head. A sliver of pink emerged from his

slit. He turned to the side, shielding it under a wing. Aryi pounced him, forcing the male on his back. He tried

kicking her away, but Aryi was the better fighter. She restrained his paws,

shoved his wings away, and pinned his tail under hers. "You can't hide it from me.""I'm not even trying," he said, surrendering himself to her.Aryi took a quick glance at his pink rod, then licked her

muzzle. "What do you say about a brief exploration?""Sounds perfect," Azaryl licked his muzzle."Good," she turned around. "I want to see this rod of yours again

before it goes inside me."Azaryl said nothing after that. His paws shivered briefly,

their toes curling as Aryi approached his exposed erection. A wet sheen covered

the lithe tip, making it moist and juicy. She sniffed around it, watching

Azaryl squirm and kick. Even her warm breath aroused him, and Aryi was eager to

see how he reacted when her tongue pierced his slit.She hovered above it, inspecting it with a curious glare.

Two fleshy lips surrounded the thicker base of his pink maleness, clenching

every so often. They looked just like Aryi's, and probably tasted the same too. The dragoness licked

along the crevice. Slime clung to her tongue, filled with all kinds of delicate

aromas. She went around the hardening member, feeling the powerful contractions

surging underneath.Azaryl liked this. He liked it a lot, judging by his mellow

growls. Aryi pushed her tongue deeper inside. The heated depths

clenched around her, and a long whine left Azaryl's throat. His member throbbed

hard and pushed further out of his slit. Aryi liked to see him expand. She

licked inside his slit, then turned to his engorging member. The flesh was

silky to the touch and harder than she exected. Aryi coiled her tongue around

its thicker base, sliding slowly towards the tip. Azaryl unleashed another growl. He beat his wings as his

paws grabbed and clawed at one another."In...intense," he whimpered with obvious delight.His hot breath washed over Aryi's lips, and his tongue

shortly followed. The dragoness shivered when he slurped her drenched lips. It

was her turn to moan and stretch, but she subdued the pestering heat before it

claimed her. She slapped Azaryl with her tail and turned her head around,

washing his taste off her lips."Wait for your turn."He lowered his head with a short whimper. Aryi turned back to his member, eager for another

taste.  She suckled around the tip this

time, remembering how eagerly Azaryl thrust inside his own muzzle. She wrapped

her tongue around the fleshy tip, then slowly took him inside her maw. Azaryl thrust. His member hardened, increasing briefly in

both length and thickness. Aryi pushed it back, applying greater pressure

around the tip. The male throbbed harder. A weak roar left his throat,

followed by a few unintelligible words. Aryi washed her tongue over his

opening, then spat him out, looking behind."I'm too close. Please...please no more licks.""But I want to taste your essence," Aryi said, circling the

air around his spasming tip."Not this time," he huffed. "I-I want to spill inside you.

Mate you properly."Although disappointed, Aryi agreed with his judgment. She

bowed her head in acknowledgement and lifted her tail. "Your turn then."Azaryl pushed his nose against her slit, inhaling her aroma

before his clumsy tongue darted forth. He lapped eagerly, and with very little

aim. His tongue poked all over her slit, settling on no particular target. The

male's only focus was the precious fluid. Aryi waited several breaths. She tensed and clamped her slit

shut, failing to extract the expected amount of pleasure. "More tongue, Azaryl," she crouched lower, easing herself

upon his tongue. Azaryl did as instructed. He pushed harder between her lips,

snarling under the sheer strength of her heated scent. His tongue rubbed

quickly around the entirety of her slit, but it lacked precision. He bounced

between her shuddering walls, stimulating none in particular."Smoothen your strokes, and stop slurping like a starved

hatchling.""You're too tight," Azaryl moaned. "Can't-Can't do much."Aryi lifted her tail, forcing her slit to spread a bit

wider. Azaryl explored her in his earnest now. He bumped a few times against

her sheath, avoiding to lick inside. He preferred her raw, heated flesh, and

Aryi quite enjoyed his rapid lapping. She licked her muzzle, thirsting for her

own fragrance until Azaryl shoved his snout into her.She snarled, claws tensing with lust. "You can't reach

that," Aryi said once his tongue tried to venture inside her deeper tunnel.He still flicked his tongue in and out, too stubborn to

quit."It's too deep. Just...try that fleshy sheath above you.""That?" Azaryl poked it."That," Aryi flicked her tail expectantly. "Lick inside how

much you want, and how hard you want."He slowly slid inside her. Aryi flapped her wings and

growled out her lust. Her sensitive sheath was filled by his tongue, and her

clit itched with anticipation. A single touch was all it took for her slit to

clamp shut and ooze its essence.The rushing fluid enraged Azaryl. He attacked her with

relentless viciousness, licking harder and quicker. Pleasure took her like a

thunderbolt, fast and sudden. Aryi's wings stretched to their limits, and her

paws grabbed hard on whatever stood below them. "Grrrrh," she snarled, squeezing hard around the invading

tongue. Azaryl did not lick her. He suckled her, eating out every drop of fluid

he encountered. He slid quickly between her lips, lapping eagerly until he

found her shaft once again."N-not so fast," Aryi warned desperately.Too late. His tongue rushed straight inside, unleashing a

torrent of heated bliss in its wake. He stretched her sheath, stimulating her

harder than ever. Aryi knew she could not handle it. Her muscles tensed, and

she prepared for the upcoming riptide. Aryi didn't know how hard it was about to hit until Azaryl

pressed against his tongue against most sensitive sanctuary. Her clit was

surrounded and squeezed by his nimble tongue. He lapped eagerly, tickling the

sensitive flesh until exhaustion. Aryi's vision flickered. She took a deep breath, squeezed

her slit as hard as she could.Then unleashed her bliss with a mighty roar. Her flesh shook

violently, expelling the overwhelming pleasure. Aryi's paws gave in, slamming

her slit straight into Azaryl's hungry muzzle. He lapped eagerly at her rapidly

moistening flesh, prolonging her climax with jolts of intense pleasure.Aryi tensed and quivered, giving everything she had until

the rush of ecstasy dimmed. Her slit slowly relaxed, allowing Azaryl's whole

nose to disappear inside it. He cleaned quickly and efficiently, eating the

remnants of Aryi's liquid heat."You spilled," he panted, tongue rolling down the side of

his maw.  "I can do it more

than once, don't worry," Aryi huffed. She picked herself up, only to drop on

her side as soon as she stood on her paws. "Can you?" Azaryl growled with amusement."Just get inside me.""So soon?""YES!" Aryi slapped him with a wing.Azaryl covered his pride just in time. He rolled awkwardly

on his belly, taking great care not to injure his exposed organ. Aryi gave it a

quick lick, enraging the needy male."Don't do that.""Or what?""Your fur will get very messy," Azaryl said as he searched

for the proper mounting position."I'm so scared of that threat," Aryi laughed."You should be. Seed is infuriatingly hard to clean.""That's why I will have you groom it from my fur. Your seed,

your tongue. Fair trade.""Not this time."She licked one of Azaryl's paws as they fell on each side of

her shoulders. The male licked the back of her neck. His tongue slid between

her ears, then resumed its journey. "So considerate," Aryi purred."A mate does what he can for his loved one," Azaryl pressed

her wings down. He was getting closer. Aryi felt him poking for her

entrance. "A bit lower," she swished her tail around. "Just follow my tail.""I know what I'm doing," Azaryl growled in her ear."No you don't," Aryi nipped at him, catching nothing but

air.Azaryl caught one of her ears, applying just enough pressure

to sting. "Then maybe you should mate me.""No," Aryi took revenge on his paw. "The male does the

mounting, and I lay the eggs. It's simple."Azaryl said nothing. He thrust quickly, each time missing

his mark."It's just below my tail.""I know.""Then mate me already!' Aryi tightened her toothy grip.It was worth it. Spurred by the pain, Azaryl sunk inside her

with a decisive thrust. Aryi squeezed her slit shut, overwhelmed by the sheer

size of his member. He slid deeper than she ever did with her tongue, stimulating

parts of her that have never been touched. The sheer pressure overwhelmed both of them. Azaryl gave in

with a shattering roar. His seed burst forth in a heated stream, melting Aryi's

resistance. She too surrendered to the surging bliss with her own heated yowl.

Spurt after spurt filled her, driving the fertile streams of seed deep inside

her shuddering muscles. Aryi jerked every time he spasmed, milking more of his

essence. He fit just perfectly inside her. His member applied just enough

pressure on her walls to trigger her contractions, and his slim tip pierced

deep into her narrow depths. Aryi released his paw and threw her head back, where Azaryl

met her with a flurry of licks. They grabbed and licked each other, growling

their pleasure every few spurts. Azaryl had quite a lot to give, and Aryi

squeezed inside every drop of his liquid lust. She milked him eagerly, until

her muscles trembled with fatigue. Azaryl retreated with a shaky growl. He pulled back gently,

leaving Aryi's flooded sanctuary. Dribbles fell on the ground, becoming thicker

uwhen Azaryl completely pulled out. His member jerked, spilling a feeble gush

of its load. Azaryl caught it quick. He bent his neck, spreading his paws

awkwardly just to catch that single spurt.Aryi growled and sank her tongue between her drenched folds.

His creamy seed had a certain allure to it, and she savored every drop. Once they cleaned their privates, the two dragons snuggled

tightly. "You didn't even last a single thrust," she laughed, almost

choking on her amusement."Only because you licked me," Azaryl said defensively. "If

your tongue hadn't weakened my resolve-""So it's my fault!" Aryi pushed under his jaw."It is!""Please explain," Aryi teased.Azaryl complied with her request. "I pleasured myself

before, and I had a good idea about my stamina. I knew how warm my own tongue

is, and how tightly I can press with my paws, but nothing prepared me for...you."

He finished, looking into her eyes."So you are trying to compliment me," the dragoness said

mischievously."In a way," Azaryl licked her. "Well then, I will give you the chance to redeem yourself.""How?""By mating me again," Aryi pinched his ear. "And this time,

I expect you to last more.""Remains to be seen," Azaryl said happily.They pressed their snouts tight, sharing a few wet kisses

before resting inside a ball of wings and tails. Days passed in a rush after that. They mated as often as

they could, and when they didn't, the two dragons busied themselves with

hunting or exploring. None talked about their future offspring. That

responsibility was temporarily dwarfed by sheer joy and pleasure. That was the

sole focus of their life until Azaryl drifted distant again.Aryi pleaded with him several times, but he made up his

mind. Azaryl, her loving mate and the father of a future clutch was planning to

leave. Whether he ran from responsibility or became unsure of his future, Aryi

did not know. He talked about instincts every time. It seemed surreal, until

Aryi sought her father's guidance.It was then when she learned it was common for young males

to desert their clans. They had to gain experience and learn the ways of the

world in order to protect and provide for their future hatchlings. Aryi refused

to believe that, until her father mentioned the inevitability of instincts.

Just as a female's heat subdued reason, so did a male's urge to explore fetter their

choices. With great pain she watched her mate fly off into the

infinite sky. After he left, Aryi remained around her parents. Hunts were

rarely exciting, and flying lost its allure. Life became less vibrant, and for

years she distracted herself with menial tasks, hoping that her first and only

mate returned to his home. That day came when she least expected it. She was on a

hunting trip when she spotted a shape in the sky. It looked like an ordinary

dragon, until Azaryl's familiar colors made her eyes widen and her maw hung

open with surprise. Aryi tackled him in the sky, refusing to let go even as

they spiraled down to the ground. Only before the impact they split apart, and

that lasted a mere, fickle moment.Overjoyed, the dragoness licked her mate all over. He grew

bigger during his absence, and his grizzled fur and pristine feathers spoke of

many adventures. Azaryl told her everything about his time away, and Aryi drank

in every word. She told him about their families too, and that sparked the

male's curiosity. He got up on his paws and spread his magnificent wings. Aryi

leaped, flapping her own as she led him towards their forest. Azaryl was

overjoyed to reunite with his parents. They chased each other and played,

making up for the time they lost.Aryi too joined, brimming with happiness. Everything went

well. Her mate returned, her heat was about to start a new cycle, and they had

a group of caring dragons around them to help with the hatchlings. Nothing

could go wrong, until a beast of smoke and flames descended upon their home.

Heat engulfed everything, and the roars of dying dragons shattered the tranquil

silence of the forest. **Aryi's eyes snapped open. Flickering light surrounded her.

Blue, just like the sky. Only that she wasn't inside her forest. The dark walls of

the cave reminded her of the painful reality, along with the eerie silence.Aryi got out from the pond and shook herself dry. The warmth

reminded her of Azaryl. She walked around, looking left and right. Her vision

was still adjusting, and she half expected to see her mate leaping from a

hidden corner. But that didn't happen. She walked around, inspecting every

crevice until her eyes fell upon Azaryl's furs. She dug her snout inside them,

sniffing his scent. Warmth filled her, along with the need for companionship.

She looked towards the mouth of the cavern and waited. She waited until her eyes pierced the darkness and for the

silence to engulf everything.A drop splashed in the pond. "Azaryl?" Aryi asked, ears perked.Only the steady beating of her heart answered her. Aryi

dropped on the ground and squeezed her mate's furs close to her chest. They

weren't as warm as his body, nor provided the same comfort. All they did was

remind her of what she lost, and of the emptiness gnawing her hopes away.She was alone.