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Winter Delight
9 years ago
Not sure if this is where I put this, or if I put it elsewhere... but... 
Zingiber You said I should post this so.... Here goes. Depending on the reviews, I'll write more. Enjoy!
Zingiber You said I should post this so.... Here goes. Depending on the reviews, I'll write more. Enjoy!Dragons mated so infrequently. But none as erratic as the Ice beast that slumbered deep within her crystal lair. She could hear dragons roaring, hear them chasing each other above her head, but never did she rise to see which male might pursue her.
With a heavy sigh the female tucked her head under her wing, sleeping through the warmest parts of the year, waking only when hunger roused her sleep induced coma. So it was with a shock when she awoke and shifted to feel the cool kiss of winter along her sapphire scales. The hunger she felt ebbed, replaced by a growing sense of uneasiness. Four years had come and gone since she was old enough to take a mate. And in those years never had a male show interest in her. Come winter, they were all preoccupied, helping their chosen females ready their lairs for the long months of incubation. So why should this year be any different?
Broad wings spread, cramped from her long slumber, but it only takes a moment of rapid beats to settle her muscles. Driven by instinct, the female lifts her head, letting out a warble to see if there was any reply. As usual... silence. Wings spread, leaping skyward to find food to fill her empty stomach....
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It felt like an eternity since the male had flown his patterns, surveying his domain as he did every year. And every year he was pleased to note pairs were formed, males flaring their wings and warning him away from their broods. Females eyed him, some gravid, some recently laid, none of them in season. And that was just fine by him. He'd had more than his share of females, and truth be told some of the ones below him were of his seed. His clutches over the years. But there was one he never saw paired, was one who never rose with the others. And so curiosity sent him her way.
Arriving at the icy tomb where the female rested, the male stops, a low growl of warning that he was there echoing down the flawless ice. No answer. He called again, deeper this time, and again his ears picked up no reply. That's when he caught the scent. Blood, mixed with arousal. That was why he never saw the female out during the summer months when the others were flying, were pairing off with their mates. She went into season later, during the winter.
Lips curled off ivory fangs, the male's muscles rippling as he hesitated only long enough to pick out the mind of the female he was after. Skyward a moment later, he flew carefully, gaining height to allow him to survey the land below him.
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With a snarl the sapphire creature pounced on the boar under her form, snapping it's neck and tearing out the throat with one, smooth slash of her claws. But instead of feeding, she sucks at the rich blood, feeling her own quicken. Shifting her stance, she runs her tongue over her slit, hissing softly as the soft contact sent a rush of desire through her form. She was in heat, wanting to breed, but no male's had answered her almost desperate call.
That is, not that she could hear.
The male that tracked her found her as she fed, and he landed with surprising silence despite his form. With little warning, he moved behind the female, until he was close enough to strike. Talons grasped the female's hips, holding her against the sharp twist he was anticipating. And twist she does. She swings her head about, tail snapping to attempt to break the male's hold. But she stops, forced to as his head dips to duck the blow, at the same time sucking in a breath as he runs his tongue acrossed the swollen slit in front of him. The snarl turns to a whimper, but she tries to fight him a bit harder. Having never taken a male, she was unsure of the way her body flushed, turning sapphire scales aglow. But the male knew.
His tongue flashed out again, tasting the sweetness that was the young female before him. And with each pass of his tongue, she ceased to struggle. Her tail, once tense in alarm, softened and relaxed, falling to the side as the male lifted his head. He licked at his lips, the musky scent of his exposed cock helping to arouse the female even more. Swollen slit parted, inviting the male further.
"Tell me young one... Do you know who I am?" he asks, his voice a feral growl. His cock ached, throbbing as his tip dripped hot pre to the grasses below him. "Y... Yes..." comes the whimpered reply. "Then you know why I am here... You are in my territory, and in heat." The throat worked as the female swallowed. "Yes..." came the soft reply.
Gripping her hips, he drug her back, rearing up as he shifted his hold to her shoulders. His tip brushed into the swollen sex before him. "Do you want this?" he asks, and the only answer he got was a nod.
The female couldn't think. She couldn't fight the instinct that drove her almost to her knees to give the male a better vantage point. But that was what he wanted. Using his larger frame, he pushed on her shoulders, driving her down and then thrusting his hips forward. It was with a groan that he felt the young passage tighten, halting his first thrust as he lowered his head, sinking his fangs into the female's neck as he gave a demanding growl. He trusted again, felt her ripple, felt the heat that radiated from the female's sex. And his cock throbbed, the tip pulsing as he pumped another hot shot of pre into the female's passage. This made it easier for him, and on his third thrust, he bottomed out, hips slapping lewdly with her own. The female roared, the first orgasm she felt surprising her and causing her to jerk her hips against his own.
"Oh ho... This is your first..." the male smirked, pulling her back as he drove his hips forward. The thought of a female, having never been bred, causing his balls to ache. He wouldn't last long this time. But he'd see to it to find her again. With his claw against her throat, keeping her down, he hammered his hips, the ridge of his cock striking the bundle of nerves that he knew would cause her to orgasm a second time. Panting, pulling his cock nearly all the way back, he jams his hips forward, his tip attempting to force his way into the fertile womb. "You want me to cum?" he asks.
On another outcry, the female drug her claws through the ground, moving back so that his tip did more than jam against her cervix. It spread it almost violently, and the male clenched his jaws as he felt it happen. But he had no thought past the writhing creature under him. "Here.... Just for you..." he pistoned his hips, jamming his cock as deeply as he could a moment later as his cock swelled, firing a load of fertile seed deep into her womb. "This will hurt..." he growled, the female looking back in alarm. What she thought was his base, was a knot, one that he was almost desperately attempting to lock with her. And as it swelled, it popped with each thrust, until finally it was to large to be pulled free. With his tip in her womb, and his knot locked to her swollen lips, the male bites down on her shoulder, a muted roar leaving his jaws.
Rope after rope was released, each punctuated by a throb that caused both parties to moan. Her in delight, he in possession. Resting over her back, the male released her neck, a sad trill leaving her throat. "Don't go..." came the soft plead. "I don't plan on it." he male assured her. "I can't have another taking you from me before you are out of season." The male stroked her cheek softly. It would take time for his knot to deflate, and until then, the female would be tied to him. 
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