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How will Folmar win his sweetheart over? And what will Lyra do when a bigger, stronger male - with whom she desires no partnership - flies forth to claim her for his very own?
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A wound gaped on his side, telling tale to the line of blood trickling down from a single one of the white dragoness' claws.\n\nPlease, Lyra...\n\nThe mud-scaled male squirmed in the dirt, flipping himself back on to all fours with a practiced twitch of his wings and tail.\n\nI've waited so long for you to come into your first heat, please don't make me wait any longer.\n\nHe gulped and exhaled a puff of smoke, head bowed before her splendour.\n\nIt's been so long... I've known you since you were a hatchling. You've known me. We're perfect for one another. We can be mates and never have to worry about the mating rituals ever again.\n\nLyra snorted, twin spires of flames shooting from her nostrils, and slapped her tail against the dirt. The male bobbed and wove his head close to the ground, wincing as sharp stones and grit flicked into his eyes and sensitive muzzle. Yet still he prostrated himself, fluttering his wings like a hatchling waiting for its first feed.\n\nTurning her body side on to the male, Lyra rested her wings flat against her back and sat on her rump, tail coiling neatly around her feet. As still as the stone on which she sat, she regarded the drake with a cool, calculating glare. To anyone watching, it would have been strange to think that her body was prey to the fires of heat at that very moment.\n\nFolmar...\n\nShe looked down her muzzle at him, lying the fan arching out from her cheeks down flat against her neck.\n\nYou are weak. I need no further reason than that to refuse to mate with you. Only the strongest are permitted to breed. You know this already.\n\nLyra huffed as Folmar jerked back as if he'd been stung, eyes narrowing.\n\nMales battle for breeding rights, but it is the dragoness that chooses the drake in the end, Lyra. I've seen more mating seasons than you.\n\nShe laughed, throat vibrating as she cackled in a series of sharp, harsh clacks.\n\nThe grand total of three more, Folmar, and only because females mature more slowly than drakes. It's not as if I haven't been watching what happens when mating season rolls around.\n\nShe puffed a cloud of grey smoke, letting it curling sinuously from her nostrils as if from dramatic effect.\n\nThere are all the same, never any change as the years go by. Frankly, I find them rather tedious.\n\nFolmar raised his head proudly, neck arched to show off the shinier scales lining the underside of his neck, which gleamed like polished copper.\n\nThat's because you didn't have me, Lyra. I could be your mate. He paused, looking down at his claws as he shuffled his feet. I've been waiting for you... I don't know if you know that...\n\nI know this truth.\n\nLyra stood and shook herself, head rolling from side to side as she worked out the kinks in her long neck. She made him wait for her answer, shifting his weight from foot to foot as if he could be impatient enough to drag it out of her, if she chose to conceal it from him.\n\nThat does not mean that it is a truth that I shall be accepting as my own at any near time.\n\nFolmar shuddered as if he'd been struck, head swinging around to examine his wound. The gouge lanced through his scales down to the skin in a straight line across his side. Thankfully, his skin was tough enough that, though it stung and bled something terrible, it would not cause him any long term harm. Perhaps a little stiffness, at worst, to accompany the one between his hind legs.\n\nThe white dragon tilted her head to the side, blue eyes cool as she examined him like a specimen she was picking out for dinner. His pink cock hung from the hidden slit in his belly like a target, tapered to a point and smooth enough that she was sure, if he ever had the chance, that it would slide right into a dragoness' vent like a claw into the finest hunk of venison she'd ever had the pleasure to dine on. It was a pity he would never find a female small enough to allow his meagre weight onto her back. Lyra chuckled privately to herself, sides reverberating softly. Yes indeed... He'd be better off trying to sink his cock into a deer, for all the luck he'd have there.\n\nEven your size there is lacking, she snorted. Just how did you ever think you would be drake enough for a dragon like me?\n\nFlaring her wings, she reared back on to her hind legs and beat the air with her massive wings with enough force to buffet the smaller male, knocking his head to the side. She bared her teeth in a feral grin, lungs expanding in a roar that sent tremors through the earth. Folmar's head dipped marginally - enough to notice - yet he met her glare with steel behind his eyes. The brown dragon's tail slapped the ground, a growl building deep in the back of his throat. Lyra laughed, shaking her head. What a show... He couldn't intimidate her even with his best attempt. Their days as hatchlings were long behind them.\n\nYou would never have been strong enough to take me under your wing.\n\nWith that, she hurled her body into the air, trusting her own strength to propel her skywards without the aid of a ledge to drop from or a helpful updraft. Power surged through Lyra's body and she screeched wildly as she pounded her wings into the air, forcing it to form to the shape she desired.\n\nLeaving her suitor on the arid rock with not a scrap of foliage for cover, she soared into the cool embrace of the sky. Air rushed past Lyra's scales and she hissed in the face of the wind, challenging it to bear her down. It had not overcome her since she'd been a hatchling, however, letting her pass through more storms than she could count. She flapped higher and higher, catching an updraft at last and letting it lift her wings, taking some of the strain from the muscle. As well honed as her skill was, power gradually built over many, many years of practice as a younger dragon, a rest from time to time was still very much appreciated.\n\nOnce she had reached what she deemed to be a suitable height, the dragoness levelled out, stretching her wings out as far as they would go and pushing herself through the air with only the lightest of strokes. There, in the clear, blue sky, her thoughts were finally free to wander, air caressing the frill falling back against her neck. Her eyes softened and she exhaled as she looked down, eyes scanning the bare, harsh land so many leagues below. Life was better in the air, she could not contest.\n\nWhat a fool, she thought with a sad little shake of her head, frill tapping lightly against her scales. He should have gone for another dragoness. Harian, perhaps. No, he should have come better prepared for the season.\n\nHer jaw tightened, teeth locking together as her muzzle shook with restrained tension.\n\nHe just expected me to roll over and let him mount me like a wild animal! She lamented to herself, thoughts loud - too loud - in the confines of her own head. Why didn't he watch the other season - why didn't he learn? If he'd learned, perhaps he could have had me.\n\nShe rolled her eyes bitterly, sapphire orbs disappearing into the back of her skull for a split second.\n\nOr maybe not. Folmar always was a dreamer. But who shall I take as a mate now that he has fallen so dismally short?\n\nSomething twisted in her chest.\n\nOh, Folmar... You could have been strong. You could have been mine. She snapped at thin air, taking out the rising fire in the pit of her belly on nothing at all. And yet it has all come to naught. You did not become the drake I thought you would be.\n\nShe sighed, spines rattling against one another on the back of her neck. Stretching down the full length of her body, they raced to the tip of her tail, which cumulated in a spade-like tip. There the bone grew hard enough to pierce a dragon's armour scales, if directed with the correct amount of force behind it. Sensing the play of wind over the narrow point, she angled it back and forth, letting it change her direction subtly as she flew aimlessly without any meaning behind the beat of her wings. Heat burned fiercely enough in her belly - did all females have to put up with this every single breeding season? - that she feared it would burn a hole in her scales and she twisted her head down more than once to check that nothing untoward had happened to her body while her mind proved otherwise occupied.\n\nHunger nipped at her stomach, the only other need her body seemed to possess the capability of sensing in the throes of heat. Casting her eyes down, she scanned the landscape with a huntress' gaze, picking out nooks and crannies between the rocks where larger prey may be hiding, sick to her back teeth of stringy hares. Game had been scarce of late and showed in the leanness of her form, only acceptable due to her status as a female. They were supposed to be slimmer than the males and Lyra had to admit that it really lent her a turn of speed when chasing down deer, the additional lightness behind her scales.\n\nDeer. She licked her lips, a long, black tongue snaking out to slap wetly against the side of her muzzle. Now that would be a delectable treat indeed. Hopefully, she allowed her body to sink, losing some height, in the hope of finding a morsel more suited to her old palate, refined to enjoy prey in a more bountiful time.\n\nLyra tensed, a flash of red swiftly approaching from the shadow of a mountain clad in rust-coloured sand. That wasn't wildlife. That was far from the scraggy bound of a mountain deer, hunting for drops of moisture where the sun did not reach. She sucked in a sharp breath, cold air stinging her nostrils. That was a dragon. The shape bulged, swelling by the second, and her eyes grew wide, appearing as if they would pop out of her skull. A very large dragon.\n\nShe hid her discomfort behind her usual, calm mask as he flew closer, drifting over the air as if it took him no effort to fly at all. Pulling her head back, Lyra hissed distrustfully, watching him like a hawk out of the corner of her eye as he circled her, an orange gaze sweeping over her body from nose to the tip of her swinging tail.\n\nThe male rumbled a greeting without words, sun shining through the leathery flaps of his wings and casting a ruby glow over her as he flew above, gaining the advantage of height. She grunted and beat her wings, not allowing him the advantage for a moment more than necessary. In a fight, the winner was usually the dragon higher up in the air with teeth and claws better placed at their disposal while the defender could only beat away. If they could get away, that was.\n\nShe drew level with him and took in his measure as firmly as he had done hers. Muscles rippled beneath his gleaming hide, blood staining the corner of his lips as if he had just come from a fresh kill. Lyra's stomach growled and she flung out her thoughts, barging into his mind without a moment's consideration for whether or not he would like her to establish their mental link to communicate.\n\nWho flies there?\n\nThe crimson beast hissed, spiralling lazily around her in midair. Lyra shivered. Twice her size, the drake dwarfed her.\n\nYou do not need to know my name, little hen.\n\nHen? Lyra bristled. Hen? Her tail twitched in midair, wanting to slap the ground - anything to physically convey her anger.\n\nYou call me by a gryphon name? I am a dragoness! She snorted, smoke jetting from her nostrils and gaping maw. Are you blind or has some other sorcery overcome your senses?\n\nHer words thrummed bold through their mental link even as her heart fluttered in her chest, missing a beat as she tried to split her attention between flying and keeping a wary eye on the male. Acutely aware that her vent was puffy under her tail with the continuing tingling of heat, she fought the urge to pin her tail down. Her lungs tightened. No, that particular appendage was needed for flight, to balance her as she adjusted her direction with subtle twists and flicks. She blinked slowly, affecting an air of nonchalance the best she could. There was no way to hide herself from him.\n\nThe drake slowed in midair, twisting in front and running his tail beneath the line of her jaw. She trembled away from his touch, a warning hiss rolling from her lips.\n\nStay away!\n\nHe chuckled.\n\nActually, I shall impart my name to you, the drake mused as he beat his wings backwards, forcing her to slow and hover in front of him so as to not slam straight into his hide. Arthion. I should have you remember the name of your first mate, little hen.\n\nLyra hissed and twisted away as he reached for her, claws swiping harmlessly through thin air.\n\nArthion? She beat away, tail striking his side in a stinging crack as she flew past. That's a poor name for a drake that fights dragoness' with words. Have you not some other dragon to annoy now?\n\nArthion laughed, a low, reverberating rumble that pounded the inside of her skull like thunderclouds on a lake.\n\nOh, little hen... Such spirit.\n\nThe croon in his voice sent chills down her spine that she tried to play off as an effect of altitude; the higher they flew, the cooler the air droned. He kept pace alongside her, sparing fewer wing beats to stay slightly ahead of her shoulder, seeming to know where she was going to fly a moment before she knew herself. Lyra clenched her jaw, veering away as he dragged the tip of his wing down the edge of hers - an embrace that should have been reserved for mates.\n\nYou shall be beautiful to break, he whispered in the back of her mind, refusing to allow her respite. I do so look forward to listen how you squeal when you are taken.\n\nLyra screamed, hurling her voice out to anyone - if there even was any other soul in their patch of sky - for help, though she knew in the pit of her heart that no help was coming. Dragoness' were taken sometimes, whether they liked it or not. It was why most of them stayed around the breeding fields, open expanses of land, where other males or females could step in to assist an unwanted suitor without a scrap of tact in his left hind foot. In a flash, she saw herself back on the ground, screeching like the gryphon hen he saw her as while he took her over and over again, a thick spire plunging into her sex until she was surely taking heavy with his clutch of eggs.\n\nThe dragoness bit back her screech, not wanting to give him the satisfaction as he watched her with a hunter's eye, hungrily raking her body with his gaze. She shuddered and turned away, inadvertently turning her swollen vent towards him. The drake licked his lips, saliva drooling from his gaping maw in long, slick ropes that broke and flew wetly to the ground, miles and miles below. He growled, a low, rasping sound.\n\nYou're mine now, hen.\n\nLyra set her jaw. Not if she had anything to say about it.\n\nShaking like a leaf, Lyra pummelled the air cruelly with her wings, forcing herself up and away from the dragon with as much strength as she could force from her lithe body. But she had not eaten in so long and her strength fell weak, shorter than what she would have normally managed with a fully belly and her muscles worked to the point of draconian perfection. Too easily, he caught up with her and laughed, draping his wing over her back as if to give her a taste of exactly what his body felt like over hers.\n\nThis is it, she thought, not even caring how his thoughts lingered along the edge of hers still, listening to her every word. This is how I find my mate. And I'll have to meet with my mate for every breeding season henceforth to let him seed another clutch in my belly.\n\nShe clenched her jaw. She should have just gone with Folmar. At least then she would have had herself a drake who wouldn't leave the moment the deed was done.\n\nBelching a cloud of smoke, Arthion soared higher, his shadow falling over her back, casting her into his icy shadow. She quelled her shivers the best she could, eyes closing in the moment before she was sure he would slam into her back, forcing her down, down, down, down to the ground so that he could clamber up on her back and show her what mating was all about.\n\nA drop of moisture squeezed out from the corner of her eye. It was not what she'd imagined. Wind whistled and she tensed, bracing herself for the impact that was surely coming.\n\nStay away from her!\n\nHer eyes snapped open and she gaped, whirling about and nearly falling from the sky herself as she beat her wings furiously. Tilting dangerously to the side, she fought not to fall and shot a stream of red hot fire from sheer shock at the dragon barrelling his way towards her with urgency gleaming in his eyes. Her heart leapt.\n\nFolmar!\n\nEnd teaser.\n\nThis story is available on Kindle and Smashwords worldwide!\n\nKindle UK: HYPERLINK \"https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06WGVMRMN\" https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06WGVMRMN \n\nKindle US: HYPERLINK \"https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06WGVMRMN\" https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06WGVMRMN \n\nSmashwords: HYPERLINK \"https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/705632\" https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/705632 \n\nIf you enjoyed this story, please take a look at my website, where similar stories are listed by kink!\n\n HYPERLINK \"https://alismitsy.wordpress.com/stories-by-kink/\" https://alismitsy.wordpress.com/stories-by-kink/ \n\nAll new releases will be announced via my Twitter account!\n\n HYPERLINK \"https://twitter.com/alismitsy\" https://twitter.com/alismitsy \n\nThank you for reading and let me know if you enjoyed this tale! I hope to write many more for you!\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Draconian Romance
Fighting to claim her as his mate
Written under the pen name of Alis Mitsy
What makes you think I would ever mate with you?
The white dragon pulled her head back sharply, tiny nostrils flared at the end of her long, delicate muzzle. A leathery fan lifted up from her cheeks, hiding the row of spines trailing down the back of her neck, if one stood directly in front of her, admiring her beauty as she was due to be admired. She spread her wings out, enjoying the play of burning sun on the leathery folds of skin, stretching translucent between the spines that allowed flight.
But it was not her beauty that was currently under the course of speculation. A drake flailed on his back before her, wincing as his horns clacked against the rocks. A wound gaped on his side, telling tale to the line of blood trickling down from a single one of the white dragoness' claws.
Please, Lyra...
The mud-scaled male squirmed in the dirt, flipping himself back on to all fours with a practiced twitch of his wings and tail.
I've waited so long for you to come into your first heat, please don't make me wait any longer.
He gulped and exhaled a puff of smoke, head bowed before her splendour.
It's been so long... I've known you since you were a hatchling. You've known me. We're perfect for one another. We can be mates and never have to worry about the mating rituals ever again.
Lyra snorted, twin spires of flames shooting from her nostrils, and slapped her tail against the dirt. The male bobbed and wove his head close to the ground, wincing as sharp stones and grit flicked into his eyes and sensitive muzzle. Yet still he prostrated himself, fluttering his wings like a hatchling waiting for its first feed.
Turning her body side on to the male, Lyra rested her wings flat against her back and sat on her rump, tail coiling neatly around her feet. As still as the stone on which she sat, she regarded the drake with a cool, calculating glare. To anyone watching, it would have been strange to think that her body was prey to the fires of heat at that very moment.
Folmar...
She looked down her muzzle at him, lying the fan arching out from her cheeks down flat against her neck.
You are weak. I need no further reason than that to refuse to mate with you. Only the strongest are permitted to breed. You know this already.
Lyra huffed as Folmar jerked back as if he'd been stung, eyes narrowing.
Males battle for breeding rights, but it is the dragoness that chooses the drake in the end, Lyra. I've seen more mating seasons than you.
She laughed, throat vibrating as she cackled in a series of sharp, harsh clacks.
The grand total of three more, Folmar, and only because females mature more slowly than drakes. It's not as if I haven't been watching what happens when mating season rolls around.
She puffed a cloud of grey smoke, letting it curling sinuously from her nostrils as if from dramatic effect.
There are all the same, never any change as the years go by. Frankly, I find them rather tedious.
Folmar raised his head proudly, neck arched to show off the shinier scales lining the underside of his neck, which gleamed like polished copper.
That's because you didn't have me, Lyra. I could be your mate. He paused, looking down at his claws as he shuffled his feet. I've been waiting for you... I don't know if you know that...
I know this truth.
Lyra stood and shook herself, head rolling from side to side as she worked out the kinks in her long neck. She made him wait for her answer, shifting his weight from foot to foot as if he could be impatient enough to drag it out of her, if she chose to conceal it from him.
That does not mean that it is a truth that I shall be accepting as my own at any near time.
Folmar shuddered as if he'd been struck, head swinging around to examine his wound. The gouge lanced through his scales down to the skin in a straight line across his side. Thankfully, his skin was tough enough that, though it stung and bled something terrible, it would not cause him any long term harm. Perhaps a little stiffness, at worst, to accompany the one between his hind legs.
The white dragon tilted her head to the side, blue eyes cool as she examined him like a specimen she was picking out for dinner. His pink cock hung from the hidden slit in his belly like a target, tapered to a point and smooth enough that she was sure, if he ever had the chance, that it would slide right into a dragoness' vent like a claw into the finest hunk of venison she'd ever had the pleasure to dine on. It was a pity he would never find a female small enough to allow his meagre weight onto her back. Lyra chuckled privately to herself, sides reverberating softly. Yes indeed... He'd be better off trying to sink his cock into a deer, for all the luck he'd have there.
Even your size there is lacking, she snorted. Just how did you ever think you would be drake enough for a dragon like me?
Flaring her wings, she reared back on to her hind legs and beat the air with her massive wings with enough force to buffet the smaller male, knocking his head to the side. She bared her teeth in a feral grin, lungs expanding in a roar that sent tremors through the earth. Folmar's head dipped marginally - enough to notice - yet he met her glare with steel behind his eyes. The brown dragon's tail slapped the ground, a growl building deep in the back of his throat. Lyra laughed, shaking her head. What a show... He couldn't intimidate her even with his best attempt. Their days as hatchlings were long behind them.
You would never have been strong enough to take me under your wing.
With that, she hurled her body into the air, trusting her own strength to propel her skywards without the aid of a ledge to drop from or a helpful updraft. Power surged through Lyra's body and she screeched wildly as she pounded her wings into the air, forcing it to form to the shape she desired.
Leaving her suitor on the arid rock with not a scrap of foliage for cover, she soared into the cool embrace of the sky. Air rushed past Lyra's scales and she hissed in the face of the wind, challenging it to bear her down. It had not overcome her since she'd been a hatchling, however, letting her pass through more storms than she could count. She flapped higher and higher, catching an updraft at last and letting it lift her wings, taking some of the strain from the muscle. As well honed as her skill was, power gradually built over many, many years of practice as a younger dragon, a rest from time to time was still very much appreciated.
Once she had reached what she deemed to be a suitable height, the dragoness levelled out, stretching her wings out as far as they would go and pushing herself through the air with only the lightest of strokes. There, in the clear, blue sky, her thoughts were finally free to wander, air caressing the frill falling back against her neck. Her eyes softened and she exhaled as she looked down, eyes scanning the bare, harsh land so many leagues below. Life was better in the air, she could not contest.
What a fool, she thought with a sad little shake of her head, frill tapping lightly against her scales. He should have gone for another dragoness. Harian, perhaps. No, he should have come better prepared for the season.
Her jaw tightened, teeth locking together as her muzzle shook with restrained tension.
He just expected me to roll over and let him mount me like a wild animal! She lamented to herself, thoughts loud - too loud - in the confines of her own head. Why didn't he watch the other season - why didn't he learn? If he'd learned, perhaps he could have had me.
She rolled her eyes bitterly, sapphire orbs disappearing into the back of her skull for a split second.
Or maybe not. Folmar always was a dreamer. But who shall I take as a mate now that he has fallen so dismally short?
Something twisted in her chest.
Oh, Folmar... You could have been strong. You could have been mine. She snapped at thin air, taking out the rising fire in the pit of her belly on nothing at all. And yet it has all come to naught. You did not become the drake I thought you would be.
She sighed, spines rattling against one another on the back of her neck. Stretching down the full length of her body, they raced to the tip of her tail, which cumulated in a spade-like tip. There the bone grew hard enough to pierce a dragon's armour scales, if directed with the correct amount of force behind it. Sensing the play of wind over the narrow point, she angled it back and forth, letting it change her direction subtly as she flew aimlessly without any meaning behind the beat of her wings. Heat burned fiercely enough in her belly - did all females have to put up with this every single breeding season? - that she feared it would burn a hole in her scales and she twisted her head down more than once to check that nothing untoward had happened to her body while her mind proved otherwise occupied.
Hunger nipped at her stomach, the only other need her body seemed to possess the capability of sensing in the throes of heat. Casting her eyes down, she scanned the landscape with a huntress' gaze, picking out nooks and crannies between the rocks where larger prey may be hiding, sick to her back teeth of stringy hares. Game had been scarce of late and showed in the leanness of her form, only acceptable due to her status as a female. They were supposed to be slimmer than the males and Lyra had to admit that it really lent her a turn of speed when chasing down deer, the additional lightness behind her scales.
Deer. She licked her lips, a long, black tongue snaking out to slap wetly against the side of her muzzle. Now that would be a delectable treat indeed. Hopefully, she allowed her body to sink, losing some height, in the hope of finding a morsel more suited to her old palate, refined to enjoy prey in a more bountiful time.
Lyra tensed, a flash of red swiftly approaching from the shadow of a mountain clad in rust-coloured sand. That wasn't wildlife. That was far from the scraggy bound of a mountain deer, hunting for drops of moisture where the sun did not reach. She sucked in a sharp breath, cold air stinging her nostrils. That was a dragon. The shape bulged, swelling by the second, and her eyes grew wide, appearing as if they would pop out of her skull. A very large dragon.
She hid her discomfort behind her usual, calm mask as he flew closer, drifting over the air as if it took him no effort to fly at all. Pulling her head back, Lyra hissed distrustfully, watching him like a hawk out of the corner of her eye as he circled her, an orange gaze sweeping over her body from nose to the tip of her swinging tail.
The male rumbled a greeting without words, sun shining through the leathery flaps of his wings and casting a ruby glow over her as he flew above, gaining the advantage of height. She grunted and beat her wings, not allowing him the advantage for a moment more than necessary. In a fight, the winner was usually the dragon higher up in the air with teeth and claws better placed at their disposal while the defender could only beat away. If they could get away, that was.
She drew level with him and took in his measure as firmly as he had done hers. Muscles rippled beneath his gleaming hide, blood staining the corner of his lips as if he had just come from a fresh kill. Lyra's stomach growled and she flung out her thoughts, barging into his mind without a moment's consideration for whether or not he would like her to establish their mental link to communicate.
Who flies there?
The crimson beast hissed, spiralling lazily around her in midair. Lyra shivered. Twice her size, the drake dwarfed her.
You do not need to know my name, little hen.
Hen? Lyra bristled. Hen? Her tail twitched in midair, wanting to slap the ground - anything to physically convey her anger.
You call me by a gryphon name? I am a dragoness! She snorted, smoke jetting from her nostrils and gaping maw. Are you blind or has some other sorcery overcome your senses?
Her words thrummed bold through their mental link even as her heart fluttered in her chest, missing a beat as she tried to split her attention between flying and keeping a wary eye on the male. Acutely aware that her vent was puffy under her tail with the continuing tingling of heat, she fought the urge to pin her tail down. Her lungs tightened. No, that particular appendage was needed for flight, to balance her as she adjusted her direction with subtle twists and flicks. She blinked slowly, affecting an air of nonchalance the best she could. There was no way to hide herself from him.
The drake slowed in midair, twisting in front and running his tail beneath the line of her jaw. She trembled away from his touch, a warning hiss rolling from her lips.
Stay away!
He chuckled.
Actually, I shall impart my name to you, the drake mused as he beat his wings backwards, forcing her to slow and hover in front of him so as to not slam straight into his hide. Arthion. I should have you remember the name of your first mate, little hen.
Lyra hissed and twisted away as he reached for her, claws swiping harmlessly through thin air.
Arthion? She beat away, tail striking his side in a stinging crack as she flew past. That's a poor name for a drake that fights dragoness' with words. Have you not some other dragon to annoy now?
Arthion laughed, a low, reverberating rumble that pounded the inside of her skull like thunderclouds on a lake.
Oh, little hen... Such spirit.
The croon in his voice sent chills down her spine that she tried to play off as an effect of altitude; the higher they flew, the cooler the air droned. He kept pace alongside her, sparing fewer wing beats to stay slightly ahead of her shoulder, seeming to know where she was going to fly a moment before she knew herself. Lyra clenched her jaw, veering away as he dragged the tip of his wing down the edge of hers - an embrace that should have been reserved for mates.
You shall be beautiful to break, he whispered in the back of her mind, refusing to allow her respite. I do so look forward to listen how you squeal when you are taken.
Lyra screamed, hurling her voice out to anyone - if there even was any other soul in their patch of sky - for help, though she knew in the pit of her heart that no help was coming. Dragoness' were taken sometimes, whether they liked it or not. It was why most of them stayed around the breeding fields, open expanses of land, where other males or females could step in to assist an unwanted suitor without a scrap of tact in his left hind foot. In a flash, she saw herself back on the ground, screeching like the gryphon hen he saw her as while he took her over and over again, a thick spire plunging into her sex until she was surely taking heavy with his clutch of eggs.
The dragoness bit back her screech, not wanting to give him the satisfaction as he watched her with a hunter's eye, hungrily raking her body with his gaze. She shuddered and turned away, inadvertently turning her swollen vent towards him. The drake licked his lips, saliva drooling from his gaping maw in long, slick ropes that broke and flew wetly to the ground, miles and miles below. He growled, a low, rasping sound.
You're mine now, hen.
Lyra set her jaw. Not if she had anything to say about it.
Shaking like a leaf, Lyra pummelled the air cruelly with her wings, forcing herself up and away from the dragon with as much strength as she could force from her lithe body. But she had not eaten in so long and her strength fell weak, shorter than what she would have normally managed with a fully belly and her muscles worked to the point of draconian perfection. Too easily, he caught up with her and laughed, draping his wing over her back as if to give her a taste of exactly what his body felt like over hers.
This is it, she thought, not even caring how his thoughts lingered along the edge of hers still, listening to her every word. This is how I find my mate. And I'll have to meet with my mate for every breeding season henceforth to let him seed another clutch in my belly.
She clenched her jaw. She should have just gone with Folmar. At least then she would have had herself a drake who wouldn't leave the moment the deed was done.
Belching a cloud of smoke, Arthion soared higher, his shadow falling over her back, casting her into his icy shadow. She quelled her shivers the best she could, eyes closing in the moment before she was sure he would slam into her back, forcing her down, down, down, down to the ground so that he could clamber up on her back and show her what mating was all about.
A drop of moisture squeezed out from the corner of her eye. It was not what she'd imagined. Wind whistled and she tensed, bracing herself for the impact that was surely coming.
Stay away from her!
Her eyes snapped open and she gaped, whirling about and nearly falling from the sky herself as she beat her wings furiously. Tilting dangerously to the side, she fought not to fall and shot a stream of red hot fire from sheer shock at the dragon barrelling his way towards her with urgency gleaming in his eyes. Her heart leapt.
Folmar!
End teaser.
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