Midnight Sky
By Bartan Tirix
Featuring Tune's Saph

The stars started to shine through the camouflage of leaves, twinkling between the spaces within the indigo dragon's line of sight as she rested across the thick branches of conjoined trees. Still half in a slumber as the warmth of the sun was leaving the sky for the evening. Warning those who were exhausted from surviving another day to turn in before the real hunters awoke.
If only it was that easy for Saph to move, sprawled over the thick branches of the enormous trees like a lazy feline. Hoping that her circled, ram-like horns were not tangled in between the wooden limbs. Surprisingly comfortable, really, and relatively high up from the ground to stalk prey. She could see why some of the larger beasts in these areas would use them to hunt, even though occasionally when the dragoness shifted the very branches almost sagged against her weight.
Made for those giant muscled felines, perhaps, but not dragons. However, it was a great napping spot for the evening to end a rather boring day. But now she was feeling it was a mistake due to her being up for the next several hours, and needing to find something to do in the 'dark'. Regardless of how bright the moon was getting.
Yet, all Saph could really do is rest and stare at the sky through the leaves. Silently pondering life while also hiding from it, just needing a break to slow down in what feels like a world at full flight. Let alone attempting to find the dragoness' own place in it.
Some rustles were detected moving about, causing her ear to flick. Likely something prowling at ground level, searching for something: sustenance, shelter, solitary company. Saph listened closely but didn't pay much attention to it while her focus remained upwards. Whatever it was, it wasn't quiet, that's for certain. A poor choice in quiet woods for a hunter.
Though that curiosity piqued when it started moving directly below her, diverting those cyan eyes away from space above and to the space below her; around the base of the trees. Spotting something very white, fuzzy, and big. Not to mention loud, as it seemed to trip over a root while breathing a bit loudly. Saph probably discovered the absolute Worst hunter in these parts looking around below her. Sure, she was a sea dragoness that belonged in the waters, but some of the same principles applied on land.
What even was this thing? Trying to peek between the knotted and overlapping branches to get a better look as the white beast continued to circle around. Not quite one of those Banshee beasts that usually hunt in these treetops. Scouting the area before picking the spot almost directly below Saph to lay down. Still sticking out like a hunter's moon in the sky, there was no way it was going to use this space as a nightly shelter and not get disturbed by-
That's when the furball seemed to roll onto its back, resting up against the tree and finally giving the spying female a good look at it. It was... Dragon? Wyvern? Four limbs, small furred wings attached to the forearms, body completely covered in thick fur. A strange 'beak' for a muzzle, almost a cross between a gryphon and dragon's snout whereas she spotted some fangs. No wonder it was panting, it was early summer here, damn thing was probably overheated- (What's that red thing?)
Still scouting around with eyes and ears, a single forepaw reached down to that fluffy crotch where a sharp red was definitely seen. Taking a bit longer for Saph to realize what it was and BARELY hold back her whimper. Well, this thing was male, that's for sure- only for her eyes to look a little closer and notice the large pouch between the white beast's hind legs. Leaving her absolutely speechless. (Was... that his rear? No, it couldn't be. That would be ridiculous.)
But with the white one not detecting anything (somehow), that forepaw began to rub that red rocket more and more. Leaving the male panting a bit louder, almost in relief. (Was he...?) Blush invaded the purple dragoness' muzzle, too enthralled to take her eyes off the fluffy one tending to himself below her. What should she do? Reveal herself? Keep quiet and enjoy the show? Move along and give him privacy? It was hard to look away though, especially with something new doing such things in private.
Only to once again surprise her when she spotted that white muzzle lean down and lap at his own growing tip. (T-they can reach down there?) The longer she watched, the more her will to pull away got demolished. If anything, this would be a great learning opportunity to see what males are capable of... Including muzzling themselves off?
A purr started to omit from the furball as that tongue lapped his own flesh, not timid of the two rows of spines that flowed in lines down the length. A length that just seemed to keep coming from that fluffy protection, coaxed by that tongue while that thick tail fluttered. Soon adjusting himself to lean more forwards.
The flexibility of this one was impressive, soon getting the entire 'head' of that tool beyond the fangs. Taking a moment to wash it with that tongue before it slipped out and slid around his girth. Across those spines and letting the red shine with a gloss from the moon's light, almost as if illuminating the show for the spectator above. One that was getting a tad worked up watching this herself... Enough to reach down there with her own paws at Saph's own pelvis.
Though freezing in place when those four ears- (Four ears...?) ...Perked up and looked around, leaving the female completely still again. However, giving her another view of that red weapon's progress. Does that really fit into a female? (Could it fit inside me-?) Another clench of her jaw shut to hold back that shy whimper, nearly scolding herself at such a frisky thought. (Just watch-just watch. Nothing more. Educational purposes, Saph. That's it.)
The fluffy beast resumed, adjusting himself a little more to somehow allow the purple wyrm above to see more clearly. How that white snout opened up and once again took in that speartip, downing it spine by spine. Rubbing her own vent as that nose got closer and closer to that protection, washing it with that red tongue. Before reaching a little further, afraid to blink in case she missed the next step of the male suckling his own sheath! Catching the muffled moans of pleasure from that purring throat while a white forepaw stroked his 'plushy rear'.
The beast started to get lost in his own motions, sliding his muzzle up and down his own tool. Completely unaware of his audience while his own purrs grew, adding some twists to the motions and small thrusts from his hips. Causing that 'rear' to jiggle a little in the process as his entire body seemed to move together in an hypnotic form, one that entranced the female above as she rubbed those digits against her own slit. Having a hard time to keep herself still as well while watching the male, to the point where she reacted too slowly when the branches started to groan.
A loud snap finally got the attention of the male as he stopped to look up, only to see the dark purple seawing yelp and swing from broken tree limbs. Landing square on top of him, where the male's fluffy body helped break Saph's fall. At least landing front-down, though the warm squirt of something against her chest did surprise the female enough to spring up and step back. Only to then detect that strange beak-muzzle press underneath her tail as it was sandwiched between her rear and the tree... While in the middle of speaking, causing that tongue to slide against her folds.
The two froze completely in place while broken branches swong above them and that red rod twitched and squirted. Both creatures shocked until yelping in surprise at the same time and Saph scampered forwards several steps. Stopping to turn around and stare at the strange male who gazed at her with stunned brown eyes. Then moved to where the dragoness was resting above the (now) broken branches... Then to his own spot, specifically at that winking tool and what he was doing. Before slowly back to the female, both equally blushing heavily and whimpering in sync, both in length and pitch before shouting. "I'm sorry!"
"I thought I was alone!" The fluffy male yelped.
"I was just resting up there!" Saph whimpered.
"I-I was trying to get this out without disturbing anybody-" He started covering himself... Well, the rod. There wasn't much he could do about that 'rear'. Only to stop mid-sentence when he spotted something against the purple one's plated chest. Causing her to look down, and slide the warm substance with a paw for a better observation. A strange orange syrup with a very sweet scent of fruit. Then looking just beyond that paw with the same orange stain that was on the male's fluffy underside... And leaking out of his maw. Slowly piecing together what it actually was.
"T-this is!?"
"I-it's safe, don't worry." A very embarrassed whimper from the two as each struggled not to hide themselves with their own wings. "I-I was just... Hungry, a-and the locals near here told me there was a fruit around that was safe to eat. S-something like a Horn Edot Fruit?"
"E-dot?"
"I-I think?"
"I've heard of a-" The indigo one stopped and her expression turned to irritation, worrying the male a bit until her eyes glared in the direction of a faraway village. "What color was it."
"E-erm, Red? Pink maybe for the unripe ones?"
"Red inners? Kinda tastes like a Green-"
"-Swan Disco?" The two said together, staring at each other for a moment. The male's worried gaze only increased when Saph covered her eyes with a paw- the syrupy one and trying to shake it off.
"S-should I be worried?"
"No, not exactly." The female grumbled, looking a tad frustrated and shifting her hind legs a bit. Already starting to feel some of the effects. "But it's a well known aphrodisiac around here, one that only needs contact in order to have effect. Often used for dragons to increase their sex drive during mating seasons." Another glare at the village. "You're not from around here, so they decided to toy with you, is all."
"S-so?"
"It's safe, perfectly safe. But if you're wondering why you're in heat, that's why. Very potent, often enough just having contact or smelling the juices is enough to get some effect." Another shift as she grumbled a bit, making the male curious until he remembered what his tongue was accidentally against.
"Oh..." The furred one said, only to grumble and cover his own eyes with a paw. "Oh. Horn-E. Fruit. Horny Fruit- are you serious...?" He nearly whimpered to himself before looking at her. "I-I'm sorry, I'll.. I'll just go somewhere else a-and..." The white one started to get up, too shy to face her but missed her curious expression. Now seeing that 'bloated rear' wasn't his rear at all, but a large fluffy pouch between his legs.
"What...?" She softly spoke, but too softly, getting Saph to clear her throat to get his attention. "What is that?" A noise in question. "That... Large amount of fur you have there, under your tail." He looked at his actual tail at first, but then reached for the heavy bag. Getting her to nod.
"O-oh... W-well... It's my, erm... Furballs?" A mix between a neck curl and a tilted head from the purple wyrm. "Y-y'know, a male's... Pouch?"
"Dragons don't have those."
"M-most dragon's don't, no. But some do." He whined shyly. "It is true that most male dragons of all kinds tend to have them internally, w-which is why you probably only see slits instead of a sheath."
"Which is...?" Saph watched him gesture the furred protection where his tool came out of, the red rocket sinking back in, but leaking out. "Maybe..." She grunted at the heavy 'need' her body was feeling, stepping forwards and causing the flexible 'fin' of her mane to droop down. Lightly covering her face as she looked closer at the male's package with interest. "Maybe this is just the fruit talking, but... Did you...?"
"Did I...?" The two ferals shared a look then he followed her curious stare at the furballs. "Want... Help?" A statement that fluttered her heart and teased that slit, letting the two stare as he turned around more. "I'll... Gladly take the company if you're offering. E-especially from a fine dragoness such as yourself." A shutter of need from that damn fruit juice caused her to grunt. "T-too cheesy? S-sorry."
"N-no, and stop apologizing."
"Sorry-" A snout toss from the wyrm as she stepped closer. "I-I'm... Bartan, by the way."
"...Saph." She mumbled with a blush, catching his smile and showing one back. Watching the male lay back down onto his back and spread those hind legs for her to gaze upon the strange package. Something that almost looked larger up close as the female approached, nearly stepping on that wagging tail. Reaching out a bit to touch the strange fluff before getting full permission to, then gently pressing a paw into it. Watching the softness nearly engulf her paw before catching the actual warmth of a pouch within. "It's... Very soft."
"V-very, and thank you." Bartan lightly chuckled, shyly fiddling with his forepaws. "For the compliment and... For doing this." A low noise in confirmation as Saph continued to observe the plump softness with a single forepaw, then adding her second one after she sat down. Only to sit on that tail, trapping it between her legs as it wiggled about and further teasing her folds.
"Yes, well... One local should be showing you better hospitality." A half grumble from her, once again gazing behind her very faintly at the village. Only to meet his brown gaze when returning.
"I'm glad it's you, then." It was a sweet thing to say, one she wasn't expecting. Causing Saph to smile a bit and blush a little more while attempting to study that pouch. Circling around and underneath it to gently lift up, having lots of room within but at the same time...
"I swear, you could fit like a dozen coconuts in here."
"Y-yeah, d-don't expect all males to be this... E-endowed. D-definitely not ideal for survival, especially when they get this large as it makes it hard to walk."
"So this isn't normal?"
"W-well.... Erm..." A shy whimper and a strong blush from those four ears. "D-depends."
"On what?" The dragoness asked, almost distracted by the softness of his fluff. Gently kneading the heavy pouch.
"W-what you mean by normal, specifically who..." Bartan whined, spotting her look to ask for elaboration. "F-for a normal male- let alone a Narga, it would indeed be a fraction of this size."
"-A what?"
"O-oh, a... Nargacuga?" Those blue discs blinked at him. "K-kinda like a Jaguar-Wyvern mix."
"What you are." The male nervously nodded in confirmation.
"Y-yes, b-but even then, I'm..."
"Not normal?"
"-Not in the slightest." That got a faint chuckle out of her, making the male smile. "But this is still in my range of 'normal sized'." A single eyebrow raised above those blue eyes as they looked between the male and his package. "T-they like to get bigger sometimes."
"You say that as if you can't control it."
"W-well, I kinda can, but it is more difficult to do so alone."
"Hence the 'Thank You' earlier." Saph concluded, getting a shy nod from the white one as she moved up to that protection. "I'm... Surprised you were able to reach here with your muzzle."
"I-I, well..."
"I've heard of dragons trying it before, but could never quite reach."
"You've tried it yourself?" The female didn't know how to answer that. "S-some are more flexible than others, that's for sure. Others, like Nargas, can't even paw off properly, I'm just one of the lucky ones, I suppose." A fact that never came to mind; of not being able to even reach down there properly. However, she was a bit distracted by the strange shape of the red tower before her. The more she stared at it... The more cautious Saph became of such a thing. How large could it get? How sharp were those spikes? And what of that orange substance? The male claimed earlier that it was safe, but...
With a small exhale the dragoness just went for it. Moving that snout closer and accidentally misjudging the distance, pressing her muzzle into that fluffy crotch while making the male gasp. Finding the warmth of that red tip within the soft furs and nearly catching it with her fangs- instantly getting a paw on her head as Bartan braced her horn with a few pants. "O-okay... Easy... G-go with your tongue first." Those blue eyes looked up at his as her tongue pressed forwards. Making out that heated and wet tip, laced with a sweetness and citrus while she made out the shape.
It reminded her of something she spotted before. A common shape of weapons the humanoids used. Spears. Arrows. A tip that flowed down like a pair of wings over what really felt like a thick rod of flesh. The thick scent of his cool fur and that syrup that matted it filled her muzzle as she breathed in and out, exhaling the warm breath through her maw as that pink appendage studied it longer. The base of the smooth shaft, the several bumps that lined the underside of that girth, split into two rows of long mini-spires. Soft nubs that gently moved along with her appendage without a single trace of a threat to be detected.
Even when she pressed a little harder on the spines, they never retaliated. Only causing the male to huff and whimper, closing his eyes to better observe Saph's movements. But what else did he do when alone? Moving up and down came to mind, gently diving that purple snout deeper into the white forest until detecting the resistance of his main body. Accidentally getting some of that protection in her fangs as she pulled back out, combing through the fluff as Bartan lightly squirmed.
Was it that sensitive? Another attempt at the very same caused a similar reaction from the male, only to also add a pulse of growth on that flesh. Feeling the red rod enlarge within her muzzle was rather surreal, making those purple ears blush as she lapped a tongue against it. Another row of those fleshy spikes slipping out of that sheath as she started to suckle on it.
The male's hand stiffened but caressed Saph's curved horn as that fluffy thick tail fluttered between her hind legs. "Y-you..." The male panted, attempting to speak while she continued her work. "You've... Done this before." A slight nod while not breaking her focus, even as he whimpered and a jolt of that orange flavor erupted against her maw. Slowing to a pause to make sure he was okay or that it was normal, giving Bartan time to catch his breath.
But then a gentle lead from the paw on her horn up then back down, asking the female to keep going. Doing so a little bit, but that question returned: What else did he do? Adjusting her position to lay down and freeing up her forepaws, they tended to that large pouch while also still muzzling the white one off. Swearing she could feel them groan and move on their own as she lifted the softness against her chest.
Larger and larger that fleshy shaft grew in her maw, becoming a little bit more stiffer with every motion. A dozen of those soft spines were revealed, and those squirts were becoming more common. Addictive, really, as she began to lap them up with every flex of that tool. Still occasionally looking back up at the bashful male to see if she was doing a good job, spotting that white maw opened at a tongue lolling out. The grip on her horn conflicted, trying to let Saph go at her own pace, yet yearning for something.
Though semi-experienced, she wondered what would feel good. Taking a small risk to lift her head up a bit higher before diving it deep into Bartan's crotch! Feeling his reflex of grasping her tightly and holding that 'handlebar' in place while his entire body curled forwards in a blissful whimper. Trying to lap every surface of that red flesh with her tongue, but it was difficult without moving. Attempting to add twists to it instead so that appendage could reach only made the white one squirm and that pouch to tighten up. Soon after, a jolt heavily sprayed into her maw, followed by another. A third, so much so that Saph had to swallow it. A fourth and fifth caused the orange juices to leak out of her muzzle while audible gulps were heard over his huffs.
It was definitely a lot more than the purple wyrm expected, but with nothing else to really go by (aside from maybe some boasting) it was difficult to tell if the fluffy beast was done. Especially with his heavy breaths and low growls while shifting those hips underneath her. Pressing that large pouch under her neck while that rod twitched in Saph's muzzle. What... What would happen if she kept going? "T-that was nice-" He started, only to gasp in interruption at her draw and gentle pull. Her teeth combing through the sheath's fur a little bit as she moved up, soon sliding down onto the flesh and getting caught on the exposed spines.
Down into that pelvis again made Bartan shift around more, that strong white tail attempting to sweep underneath her plated underside as the female kept at it. With full permission judging by the lead of that paw on her horn. Soon feeling the other one underneath the finned mane, leading her up and down as that pink tongue slid across that red weapon. Squirting more and more with every couple of motions as the fluffy beast squirmed his hind legs, shifting around constantly as if to get something-?
Leverage. Soon feeling a hind paw take root by her side and with a surprising amount of strength, the male rolled both of them over to the side. Reversing their positions so that Saph was on her back, and the male was on top of her; tool still locked into her muzzle. Taking a half-step back for comfort before pausing to lock eyes, as if nearly to ask those cyan discs for permission and feeling her nod.
The foreign beast's instincts kicked in, thrusting into the purple muzzle steadily at first while still grasping her horns for a few motions. Letting go soon after to properly balance himself on all fours while, yet somehow still feeling half the weight of the male over her! That large pouch resting on her chest, that thick tail sweeping and swinging over her body. Those fluffy hips in her grasp as they pressed forwards, meeting them halfway with her own motions forwards to stuff that snout into his forbidden fluff. Resisting the urge to just gnaw on that throbbing member as the two continued to go at it, swearing that coat was puffing up. Even after getting another series of jolts down her neck. Even after it started running down her jaw. Even after those furballs could be heard and Felt churning, soon causing Bartan to stiffen his body while she sucked harder and harder-!
Only to get a large torrent that surprised her gag reflex. Getting her to pull back and release what seal Saph had over that shaft, causing that orange to spray everywhere around her. Even when the female attempted to re-seal it, downing only a couple of large gulps that looked like she was swallowing coconuts whole, her instincts pried her away from it. Only to get caught in the mess of sprays and soaks as Bartan attempted to stumble backwards. Drenching her violet form with a syrupy orange paint, until he tripped and flopped on top of the dragoness. Nearly feeling that tip in line with her own vent as it continued to release under her tail, all while the male was attempting to hold in his growls. And, out of reflex, hold the dragoness tightly in an embrace.
It wasn't until now she noticed just how much bigger Bartan was. Nothing super significant and shorter than male dragons, but more stout than the other males around. Wider, thicker body form. Built to remain lower to the ground in a prowl state while also maximizing strength and agility. Though some of it was padding, yes; the fluff making the Nargacuga appear larger, it wasn't the full case as she had the... Surprisingly heavy male rest on her, slowly catching his breath. "A... Plus." He managed to wheeze out.
"...What?"
"A Plus. Your performance." The reference was a bit lost to her. "A-a grade of it. Meaning you did amazingly... Like, 'Amazing even for an experienced Dragoness' amazing." The beast purred, still letting out squirts against her vent.
"You..." A bit of a grumble from her, causing her to stop mid-sentence but Bartan released a noise in question. Requesting her to continue, and with a sigh she did. "You're... Too easy to please." A bit of silence, and he chuckled.
"You're not wrong, but I still really enjoyed myself. Thank you... Saphrina?"
"J-just Saph."
"R-right. Sorry, scatterbrained." The furred one nuzzled her neck, barely getting a reaction out of her but the dragoness was still stunned by the whole event. It was... A thrilling experience when she thought back about it. Getting so close up to a beast from another land, a strange male nonetheless. A good feel for the other species' package and how it felt in her maw. The flavor still bouncing on that pink tongue, then with the male moving on top of her...! Adding to her own heartbeat to the point where she barely heard the male inhale deeply. "Your turn!"
A sudden whimper from the female as she braced the fluffy one tightly. "Wh-!?" Her voice cracked and blushed heavily as Bartan chuckled, pushing himself up, and her front half absolutely clenched over his body with it.
"Your turn." A sharper whine. "You helped me, so it's my turn to satisfy you. I imagine the feeling bothering you a little too, because uh..." He curled his neck at the fact she was still grasping him. "I... I felt your... Slit on my tongue when you feel, and...? Are you okay?" A few moments of awkward silence before her paws slipped slowly and that purple body fell back onto the short grass.
"Y-yes. -I mean, no. -I mean, no, you don't have to-"
"Do you want me to?" Those brown eyes gazed at her curiously, getting her to freeze up as that question bounced in her head. Did she want him to? To try sex with something other than Dragon? What would it even feel like? Attempting to recall the position before fluttering her chest; pressing his head up against the trunk of the tree. The idea of nearly nailing the male's spiked ears like horns into the wood while she hammered her vent against that black snout...!
Clearly the thought stirred something into Saph, because once she came out of it, she noticed just how glowing with blush she felt. The male still sitting above her own rapid tail movements, staring down at her trying not to giggle at the excitement of the dragoness. With a quiet breath, she nodded. Faintly at first but with no response she made it more noticeable, getting a solid one back as Bartan began to turn around while standing up.
The indigo one began to stand up as well- or attempted to. Soon getting that fluffy pouch and rear to sit down almost on her head- a mawful of plush while also detecting his chest resting on her pelvis. The weight of the stout male over her again, making her whimper a bit in bliss as that thick tongue slid around between her legs. Gliding across her slit while her hind paws squirmed and clawed the air around his head, that purple tail fluttering wildly when that red appendage pressed against her sex.
All while she was grasping that fluffy behind tightly, getting no ill reaction out of her instincts and half-realizing why he did this. With so much damn soft padding and a thick hide, he couldn't easily feel her talons through it. Giving the dragoness free reign to squeeze, clench, nuzzle that soft pouch, or gnaw on one of his hamstrings. Occasionally wiggling that rear end just to tease her in response as he chuckled.
But Bartan focused on the work ahead of him; massaging that purple crotch, thighs, and hamstrings. That tongue pressing a little harder with every lap, seducing those swollen twins that were guarding her gates. Adding gentle nudges and nuzzles with that beak that only made the female huff louder. Squeezes on that fluffy rear hardened when those sensitive folds felt that tongue-tip try to divide them, attempting to slip inside-!
Only to get caught by those gates when the muscle did, grasping that tongue tightly for a moment while the female moaned. The moment she let go for a breath that appendage slid in deeper, massaging and wiggling about regardless of her hold. The thing squirming around like prey within the dragoness' vent really making her sing and huff into that comforting fluff.
But now the muzzle's true work began. Pulling back out for a few proper kisses and licks before sliding that red tongue back in past the seduced guards. Letting it wash the inner walls of her tunnel while her warnings of something thick entering flashed within her body. The appendage was much larger than she expected and possessed such strength as it lapped behind her folds. Giving her all the good feelings while also feeling like she was being mounted by another dragon.
That tongue was surprisingly long too, taking his time with her foremost entrance before moving inside deeper and deeper. Saph's vocal gasps of pleasure and surprised made the strange male grin as he focused on the middle of her vent, taking the aid of her own leaks and using it to help wash her inners with it. Occasionally even coming back out to lap his previous release before sliding it back in, getting more and more assertive while pinning down the dragon.
Saph's song echoed throughout the late evening, thrashing underneath and grasping the furball on top of her. Swearing his appendage was getting thicker as they pried open her folds with aid of those white paws. Gently stretching her out as if prepping the wyrm for something, and she only desired one thing. The tip that was still leaking out beads of what was once warmth, now nearly becoming boiled on contact with her heated scales. Leaving the wyrm almost begging with a foggy need in her calls, yet the male kept at it.
It was a bit soon after the dragoness felt something rise within her, a buildup of pleasure concentrated around that strange beak and its work. The vibrations of his heavy purrs and growls transferring over, only aiding that gathering power. The long and thick tongue somehow slipping deeper and deeper inside, teasing that inner chamber and pushing her past the point of no return! Shuttering her entire body as she roared into his fluff- Claws deep into his hide to the point where liquid warmth was felt, hind legs attempting to grasp at that head- and almost getting it a few times during the rise ups, until accidentally locking with one another. Then finally, that purple tail flailing about against the grassy dirt and tossing up debris! Clenching that tongue with her folds as tightly as she could before absolutely powerwashing that maw with her release! Hind legs bracing that fluffy head in place as Saph came heavily into the Nargacuga's muzzle, feeling him delightfully lap it up once he got control back with his tongue.
Though left in heavy huffs, the need of that damn fruit echoed in Saph's body. All from a single, diluted lick, enough to nearly make her curse under her breath. Or was it something more? An attraction to the beast that soon relieved the dragoness of his weight. Panting himself, that pouch dropping and swinging with every step. That hefty red rod on proud display as he half turned about, watching the wyrm's own body language as she struggled to roll over, to get up. Underside completely soaked with a mix of that orange aroma and her very own juices.
The two huffed heavily under their deep purrs, ones that were almost battling vocally for dominance. Locking eyes while also studying their body language, Saph could see it; Bartan was holding back. Barely keeping himself rooted into the very ground and giving the wyrm a chance to say stop. A Gentlewyrm, as one would call it... But that's not what Saph wanted. The dragoness didn't want a Gentlewyrm...
She wanted a Beast.
Turning about herself, only to lift that tail, sluggishly wiggle those haunches in a tease instantly provoked the white Narga. Hearing him growl, battling with himself before all reason got completely trampled. The Beast immediately pounced on top of her! Forepaws landing on her shoulders with a tremendous weight, instantly driving her chest into the ground while that thick rod barely missed her slit! Sliding just under her crotch while that fluffy pouch was actually felt between her legs. Removing one white fore from her shoulder as the wyrm gasped, only to feel it against her jaw and pulling it to the side-!
To be caught by the Narga's strange muzzle-beak. Sharing a deep kiss that echoed the flavor of Saph's own release, one last stand of reason before those instincts took over again. Almost biting down hard on her fangs while she did the same, feeling those white hindquarters shift back to line up that tip. Missing it twice before using a leg to widen the female's stance. He was slightly shorter after all.
That red tip was like a fountain pen, drawing on her pelvis and rear end before finally finding those swollen gates. Every prod heavily sturred something deep within Saph, a whirlwind of feelings that grew and grew in force with every motion. With every millimeter of length within her vent! That flare separating her further and further apart- soon getting those warnings that it was too much!
But the dragoness knew she could do it! Trying not to clench and seal herself shut from that delicious rod, knowing she wanted it inside of her so badly at that very moment. Prod after prod, stretch after stretch, surpassing the girth of his very tongue. How could something smaller than her be this big!? A flex of weakness that caused her to clench shut, making that tool slide upwards by accident. Causing the purple one to release a whimper as the Narga let go of her muzzle-
Only to bite the back of her neck! Relatively hard, but not as an attack. Stiffening up her body only for a moment before the dragoness found herself relaxing. Submitting as that tip lined up again. Soaked and releasing heavy jolts, drenching her sex and making the red rocket slip a few more times. Off to the side, down below, up above again, before finally getting on target. Then press... Press... Those folds stretching wider... Wider, lacking any control to shut those gates any longer-!
A slight give made those cyan eyes widen, those warnings returning at full alert. Too much! It was too much for her! (No... No! It isn't!) Every press was progress, every lean forwards was a little bit more! Already starting to feel those heavy squirts fill up her vent as that flare pushed and pushed-! Almost losing balance until-!
Until finally sliding inside! Squirting every drop of his pre out with the sheer weight of that plunge. Detecting every inch of that rod from her inner walls- it really did feel like 'Too Much' to Saph. Yet, due to so much work, both with that tongue and the steady leaks, that red weapon slid inside with ease. Every detail of that flare, all the large fleshy nubs tickling all of her feel-good nerves within that sex. Leaving the dragoness on the ground, haunches up, tongue lolling out of her maw and heavily huffing while the beast began bunting her neck. Coaxing her as more was coming.
And more was indeed coming. Sliding in further and further, every set of those large spines was a milestone squeezing inside her. Causing the female to clench tightly on occasion while many of those 'Too Much' feelings were being heavily tested. The girth getting deeper and deeper inside, burying every millimeter Bartan had into her folds. Spraying it with those sweet juices, a warmth that seemed to venture far deeper than the dragoness ever felt. Gathering while her vent was forced to swallow more and more of that length.
Soon detecting that tip at her limit, where his tongue could barely touch. Making her whimper at such sensitivity, only to feel the fluff of his sheath against those swollen gates. A little bit more length sliding inside the wyrm before the Nargacuga released a heavy exhale of satisfaction, getting one from the female as well. Panting heavily as that red shaft twitched inside her.
Saph did it. She took his entire length- which was enough to nearly make her cum alone. Feeling a congratulatory few licks from the male as she faintly chuckled, knowing how hard it was on both of them. Only for him to start to pull out, instantly triggering that vice grip on his rod and soak it with the dragoness' juices. Getting a teasing nudge as the furball waited patiently for her to release it.
The beast pulled back, but not fully out. Waiting to feel the swollen folds at the very tip of his flare before sliding it back inside gently, a few times to be sure. Each getting much easier than the previous, and soon enough the two were in full swing. The Narga thrusting his powerful hips into Saph's sex while she began to press back. Loving the feeling of that rod sliding in and out, those nubs washing her rippled walls. The overabundance of juices squeezing out with every plunge, while a little bit more was gathering inside. Almost making her feel heavy after several motions.
Yet more and more seemed to come out, starting to create a puddle of sorts on the ground below them as it made contact with their hind paws. Tails curling up with one another as they slammed down with the entrance motions, gaining more and more power as the beast hammered into Saph. Getting her to start up on a third climax while Bartan's own vocals became more and more growly. Could she at least last until the male's eruption?
It didn't take too much longer to find out- however those warnings returned! At the base of that sheath came a bulge forming, gaining size with every thrust. Making her release a whimper, thinking the Narga was possibly growing again! Though it was prying her folds out further and further, it soon just began pressing against their outsides. Outgrowing what they could hold while limiting his length a little bit. Huffs turned into growls from Bartan as he tried to use his full force in the motions, but his body began to lock up. Those small wings started to spread and shake about. Claws against her shoulder and the ground, taking root as he pressed into Saph's vent hard! Enough to start her own climax-!
Only to once again get those 'Too Much' warnings as the male erupted his seed deep within her! Gathering in those inner chambers, as much as it could hold- only to feel that stretch out as well! Feeling her belly scales press outwards in all directions as it swell up, nearly to the point of her looking like she was carrying an entire clutch of eggs! Making her whimper at the pressure before the furball stepped back- instantly giving some relief while shifting his forearms around her wings. Hugging the purple dragoness in place as he sprayed that rear end heavily, pressing against her belly to help drain out that seed.
But Bartan then stumbled back forwards, sliding that tip back into the draining vent and flooding her sex again! Cumming hard herself, Saph couldn't control her own folds and instead helped create a seal around that rod. The pressure returned, and she reached down to feel in real time her own underside pulse larger and larger. A stimulating tightness that reminded her of eating a large meal, trying to endure the male's full release until letting out a concerned whimper when that roundness outgrew the previous size-
Another step back to help drain it, and the Nargacuga was still spraying! Painting her backside entirely as the two assisted in draining Saph's vent. With the torrents still going strong, the dragoness knew it was coming. Lifting up that rear and letting the furred beast mount her one last time, embracing that flood as it entered her. Flooded her. Made the dragoness feel tight again, determined to not let him pull out until Bartan was finished! Ignoring the faint warnings as they grew and grew, once again approaching that previous size and feeling the male step back-!
But so did Saph! Shoving the furred one into the pool of their own release and keeping that rod embedded deep within her! Placing both hands on that rounded belly as it pulsed weakly, the sprays soon dying down, but still going! Finally getting the gasp of relief from the male, indicated he was almost finished. And with her looking like she ate two days worth of food in one go.
The two panted heavily as that seal was broken and more of those gathered juices from the female's sex added to the pool, growing past that panting white head, reaching up to that strange muzzle with the lolling tongue, and leaking into it. Getting the indigo dragon to toss her snout and pull the male out. Saving him from drowning in his own climax.
A few huffs of attempted speech basically indicated a thank you as Saph laid down beside him. Exhausted herself, but glowing with a smile when she felt the strange beast cuddle beside her. Hugging the wet and fluffy male back, regardless of the strange smells of sex and that lingering fruit. Each were still attempting to stirr that whirlwind of emotions within her instincts, both the desire to mate again and the frustration of those in the village picking on the outsider. It was a strange way for Saph to make a new friend, that's for sure. But...

Maybe that fruit isn't so bad after all...