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Spring, 1347
It was time for the ritual of courtship, and Meratezatgh, Lord of the Southern Ranges, was actually afraid.
Kharriana had agreed to be his mate. But yet he feared that she would back out at the last minute. He knew that made no sense, yet that fear continued to gnaw at him.
There were more basic worries as well, such as the actual act of mating. Mera felt hot, flustered, and a confused. He had heard about love, how to do it (from more garrulous individuals) and its purpose, but he had never quite experienced it firsthand. The male dragon had never felt this way for someone before, and frankly it kind of scared him.
Meratezatgh had already had too much time being by himself with a million thoughts, and he was on the verge of a breakdown from exhaustion, having practiced the courtship ceremony a dozen times, cleaned his cave until it was almost completely free of dirt, polished the coins and jewels of his hoard until they sparkled, then cleaned himself until his scales glistened like the gold coins.
It was almost a relief when he heard the flapping of wings, and sensed the presence of the other dragon. Mera picked up his traditional offering in his jaws, a twelve-point buck- the largest stag that he could find in a week of hunting- and slowly went outside.
Kharriana was there on his landing in all her green glory, having come cleaned herself but trying to appear bored. The courtship ritual was supposed to impress a female, and the male had better impress.
Gripping the stag in his jaws, Mera unfurled his wings, stood on his hind legs, and began the courtship dance. Keeping himself on his legs and tail, with his wings open for balance, Meratezatgh danced like every inch of his body was to show off his prowess as a male, shuffling from side to side, swinging his tail and sweeping with his wings. The weight of the stag strained his neck, and his jig moving his head back and forth exhausted him further. But that was the point.
Meanwhile, Kharriana tried her best to look bored.
Finally, after jumping around for a few minutes, Meratezatgh moved forward, lowered his head in submission, and gently placed the deer carcass at Kharriana’s feet. Then he roared as loudly as he could, and smoothly set a ring of fire around the stag, cooking it as an offering for his future mate.
The female dragon nodded, then carefully walked into the ring of fire, and grabbed the stag carcass and threw it in the air. The cooked cervinae sailed through the air, before Kharriana caught it in her jaws. She began eating.
Meratezatgh realized that he had stopped breathing until Kharriana had accepted his offering. He breathed again, then smiled as he watched Kharriana finish consuming the carcass.
Still bowing his head in submission, Meratezatgh backed away from her, retreating back into his cave while Kharriana confidently advanced forward. The male dragon kept backing up, leading the female dragon into his home. At the edge of the Treasure Room, Mera gently offered up his hoard, the golden medal and a thousand coins from the King of Auxia, the golden sphere personally decked by the Jutrstra, a trunk or two from Tassure.
It wasn’t much, but it was HIS hoard.
Meratezatgh, Lord of the Southern Ranges, had earned it through his labors and blood.
He would be a good mate.
Kharriana made a show of studying the hoard, picking up large coins and letting them clink down, pursuing the golden sphere of lordship with the intensity of a scholar. Finally, the female dragon gently placed the treasure down.
This was the time for Mera to speak.
*I offer you my cave, my meat, my gold and myself to you, Kharriana of Behran Island.* Having practiced for days, Mera’s offer came without a hint of hesitation or fear.
*I accept your cave, your meat, your gold and yourself, Meratezatgh of the Southern Ranges.*
Kharriana’s acceptance was also firm and proud. Then she immediately leaned over, nuzzled herself against Mera’s neck and purred, driving him crazy.
He gave her a tender lick on her chin.
*I could remain by your side forever.*
*That’s sweet. I would be honored to have you as a consort-* Kharriana replied, before adding *-Lord Feral.*
Mera gently bumped his forehead against Kharriana’s snout. She purred, lowered her own forehead and bumped right back against Mera’s forehead. Their horns rubbed together. Click, click, click, click their horns sang as Mera and Kharriana playfully contacted. Then the two dragons embraced each other, necks, tails, then wings and finally torsos entwined, rolling around Mera’s golden hoard. Meratezatgh’s tongue went out and licked Kharriana’s snout, feeling the contours of her face. Kharriana did the same, and eventually their tongues touched, then entwined like snakes.
Finally Meratezatgh presented and Kharriana accepted, and the male dragon mounted and mated with the female dragon.
And they were one.
Afterwards, Mera basked in the warm afterglow while Kharriana briefly gave him some tender kisses on his forehead before drifting off to sleep. Meratezatgh remained awake however, just laying there and savoring the moment, feeling the folds and contours of his mate, feeling the heat of her body below him.
Eventually Mera got up, carefully making sure that he did not disturb Kharriana’s slumber, and headed towards the entrance of his cave. Mera reached the opening just the sun began its descent, casting its deep red and orange hues upon the land. Reaching the cliff face, he smiled at the panorama before him.
His lands. His home.
Stanton had rebuilt, and the humans were heading home after a long Spring’s work. The forests and fields were abloom with flowers. Somewhere, his old friend, Logan Durham, Forester of Stanton, was also raising a family.
For once, absolutely everything seemed perfect in the world.
Mera turned and headed back into the cave, where the most beautiful thing of all, his Kharriana lay curled up under him. She was perfection and the male dragon felt nothing but love for his peacefully sleeping companion. Finally, Mera inched up to Kharriana and carefully crouched down to lie besides her, feeling the air from her breath. Gently, he moved his snout forward, and nuzzled the warm folds of her neck. She stirred, shifting so as to embrace him again, tucking him under her wing and head.
And with that, together with the one he loved, Mera also drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
Sting - Fields of Gold
Another cute work by
fawnfargu! Her work is so cute! Give her a watch!
Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/34631022/
Probably the only sex scene I have ever written...
It was time for the ritual of courtship, and Meratezatgh, Lord of the Southern Ranges, was actually afraid.
Kharriana had agreed to be his mate. But yet he feared that she would back out at the last minute. He knew that made no sense, yet that fear continued to gnaw at him.
There were more basic worries as well, such as the actual act of mating. Mera felt hot, flustered, and a confused. He had heard about love, how to do it (from more garrulous individuals) and its purpose, but he had never quite experienced it firsthand. The male dragon had never felt this way for someone before, and frankly it kind of scared him.
Meratezatgh had already had too much time being by himself with a million thoughts, and he was on the verge of a breakdown from exhaustion, having practiced the courtship ceremony a dozen times, cleaned his cave until it was almost completely free of dirt, polished the coins and jewels of his hoard until they sparkled, then cleaned himself until his scales glistened like the gold coins.
It was almost a relief when he heard the flapping of wings, and sensed the presence of the other dragon. Mera picked up his traditional offering in his jaws, a twelve-point buck- the largest stag that he could find in a week of hunting- and slowly went outside.
Kharriana was there on his landing in all her green glory, having come cleaned herself but trying to appear bored. The courtship ritual was supposed to impress a female, and the male had better impress.
Gripping the stag in his jaws, Mera unfurled his wings, stood on his hind legs, and began the courtship dance. Keeping himself on his legs and tail, with his wings open for balance, Meratezatgh danced like every inch of his body was to show off his prowess as a male, shuffling from side to side, swinging his tail and sweeping with his wings. The weight of the stag strained his neck, and his jig moving his head back and forth exhausted him further. But that was the point.
Meanwhile, Kharriana tried her best to look bored.
Finally, after jumping around for a few minutes, Meratezatgh moved forward, lowered his head in submission, and gently placed the deer carcass at Kharriana’s feet. Then he roared as loudly as he could, and smoothly set a ring of fire around the stag, cooking it as an offering for his future mate.
The female dragon nodded, then carefully walked into the ring of fire, and grabbed the stag carcass and threw it in the air. The cooked cervinae sailed through the air, before Kharriana caught it in her jaws. She began eating.
Meratezatgh realized that he had stopped breathing until Kharriana had accepted his offering. He breathed again, then smiled as he watched Kharriana finish consuming the carcass.
Still bowing his head in submission, Meratezatgh backed away from her, retreating back into his cave while Kharriana confidently advanced forward. The male dragon kept backing up, leading the female dragon into his home. At the edge of the Treasure Room, Mera gently offered up his hoard, the golden medal and a thousand coins from the King of Auxia, the golden sphere personally decked by the Jutrstra, a trunk or two from Tassure.
It wasn’t much, but it was HIS hoard.
Meratezatgh, Lord of the Southern Ranges, had earned it through his labors and blood.
He would be a good mate.
Kharriana made a show of studying the hoard, picking up large coins and letting them clink down, pursuing the golden sphere of lordship with the intensity of a scholar. Finally, the female dragon gently placed the treasure down.
This was the time for Mera to speak.
*I offer you my cave, my meat, my gold and myself to you, Kharriana of Behran Island.* Having practiced for days, Mera’s offer came without a hint of hesitation or fear.
*I accept your cave, your meat, your gold and yourself, Meratezatgh of the Southern Ranges.*
Kharriana’s acceptance was also firm and proud. Then she immediately leaned over, nuzzled herself against Mera’s neck and purred, driving him crazy.
He gave her a tender lick on her chin.
*I could remain by your side forever.*
*That’s sweet. I would be honored to have you as a consort-* Kharriana replied, before adding *-Lord Feral.*
Mera gently bumped his forehead against Kharriana’s snout. She purred, lowered her own forehead and bumped right back against Mera’s forehead. Their horns rubbed together. Click, click, click, click their horns sang as Mera and Kharriana playfully contacted. Then the two dragons embraced each other, necks, tails, then wings and finally torsos entwined, rolling around Mera’s golden hoard. Meratezatgh’s tongue went out and licked Kharriana’s snout, feeling the contours of her face. Kharriana did the same, and eventually their tongues touched, then entwined like snakes.
Finally Meratezatgh presented and Kharriana accepted, and the male dragon mounted and mated with the female dragon.
And they were one.
Afterwards, Mera basked in the warm afterglow while Kharriana briefly gave him some tender kisses on his forehead before drifting off to sleep. Meratezatgh remained awake however, just laying there and savoring the moment, feeling the folds and contours of his mate, feeling the heat of her body below him.
Eventually Mera got up, carefully making sure that he did not disturb Kharriana’s slumber, and headed towards the entrance of his cave. Mera reached the opening just the sun began its descent, casting its deep red and orange hues upon the land. Reaching the cliff face, he smiled at the panorama before him.
His lands. His home.
Stanton had rebuilt, and the humans were heading home after a long Spring’s work. The forests and fields were abloom with flowers. Somewhere, his old friend, Logan Durham, Forester of Stanton, was also raising a family.
For once, absolutely everything seemed perfect in the world.
Mera turned and headed back into the cave, where the most beautiful thing of all, his Kharriana lay curled up under him. She was perfection and the male dragon felt nothing but love for his peacefully sleeping companion. Finally, Mera inched up to Kharriana and carefully crouched down to lie besides her, feeling the air from her breath. Gently, he moved his snout forward, and nuzzled the warm folds of her neck. She stirred, shifting so as to embrace him again, tucking him under her wing and head.
And with that, together with the one he loved, Mera also drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
Sting - Fields of Gold
Another cute work by
fawnfargu! Her work is so cute! Give her a watch!Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/34631022/
Probably the only sex scene I have ever written...
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 1280 x 792px
File Size 122.7 kB
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