On the very edge of a cliff which hung over a vast grassy valley, a beautiful red vixen stood staring into the distance as if waiting for the return of someone of great importance to her. As she did so, a cool mountain wind began to blow through her long, luscious brown hair causing it to sway and twirl at its behalf. The same wind pierced relentlessly into her fur, causing her to shiver a bit as her only current protection from the elements were two tattered garments of mammal hide hung loosely over her breasts and groin. As the vixen continued to stare yonder, she raised a paw over her lively blue eyes in an attempt to shield them from the bright mid afternoon sun. That was when she saw it.

Just over the majestic snow-capped peaks in the distance, a tiny dot appeared. The vixen’s face came aglow and she broke into a smile as she was near certain she knew it was the one for whom she had been waiting all this time. The dot grew larger and appeared to be hurtling towards her at a remarkable pace. Soon, it took on a form of a blue figure with massive gracefully flapping wings at each side of its body. Her beloved dragon had returned. Quickly, the fox girl stepped back several paces from the edge to give him enough leeway for landing, and as she did, could already make out an unfortunate prey item held firm in his maw. The dragon reared up mid flight, rapidly flapping his wings to slow himself, then touched down onto the rocky surface of the cliff and folded his shimmering wings behind him. He let open his mouth, releasing from its grasp the singed and lifeless carcass of a ram, before bowing to his gracious mate. Immediately, on seeing his prize, the vixen went over to him and gave him a loving kiss on the snout while stroking his long reptilian muzzle.

“Ah. Zyphra, my love, you never fail to disappoint me.”, the vixen said to Zyphra.  He then grinned warmly with a brilliant twinkle in his eyes which were like sapphire gems, and replied, “All I do is for you, Vanessa.” Zyphra, proud of himself for his trophy, picked up the ram in his mouth and they both made their way back towards the cave at the front of the mighty cliff face.

Zyphra was of the abundant species of feral blue dragons which called this land home. Though he was quite small for a fully mature adult, only about the size of a very large draft horse, he was still just as powerful as any other of the dragons in his rank.

Finished skinning and gutting the carcass, Vanessa carefully impaled it onto a sturdy rod fashioned for this purpose and set it atop two prongs which suspended it over a cluster of wood that she had set up earlier in the day. “Zyphra, will you do the honors?”, she cheerfully asked. “It’d be my pleasure, sweetie.”, replied Zyphra. He stood just in front of the cooking setup, took a deep breath, and blew out from his mouth a brilliant flame which ignited the firewood and cast the previously dull, dark interior of the cave in a warm orangey glow.

Vanessa began the task of cooking, periodically rotating the rod on its posts being sure that the hunk of meat was well cooked on all sides. The two being inseparable as they were, Zyphra never left his mate’s side and occasionally extended his forked tongue to give her a tender lick on the cheek. Their dinner was about five minutes into cooking when Vanessa quit and placed a paw just above her crotch while moaning in slight discomfort. “Mmm. Zyphra, can you take care of this for a moment?”, she asked. “I suddenly really have to pee.” Zyphra nodded to her with a warm smile and carefully enclosed his scaled lips onto the rod’s handle, turning it as she did. While doing this, he secretly kept a watch on his mate from the corner of his eye. He glanced on as Vanessa walked for the back corner of the cave and went into a semi-squat position, lifting her hide garment as not to get it wet. He then listened as she let out a faint sigh of relief followed by a barely audible, gradually loudening, trickle as her pee stream hit the hard cave floor. All of this began to get Zyphra quite aroused as his bright red dragon cock would soon poke its way out of his tight reptilian slit just between his hind legs.

Vanessa was about done urinating and released a final spurt into her golden puddle before wiping dry her nether lips with  her fingers and rose to make her way back to the fire pit. Zyphra was still casually rotating the carcass, trying his best to hide his onset arousal. “Oh it looks like our meal is cooked thorough! Well done, my love.”, she said and gave the slightly embarrassed dragon a pat on the muzzle. That was when she happened to glance at his rear and noticed jutting out from between his hind legs, his fully erect cock slightly throbbing and already dripping pre onto the cave floor.
 
“Zyphra.”, she paused for a moment with a look of slight concern on her face, “I-Is there something wrong?” The smooth blue scales on the bridge of his nose shown a deep red as he began to blush then he shyly replied, “Umm… No, no nothing’s wrong.” Vanessa went on reassuring him, gazing lovingly into his large shimmering orb of an eye, “You know you can tell me anything at all. Really, what is it?” Zyphra answered her again, this time with slight annoyance in his voice, “Nothing is wrong, okay? L-Let’s just eat!” “Okay, okay.”, she said with softness in her voice. Without another word spoken between the two, Vanessa carefully removed the freshly charred carcass from over the fire pit and taking a sharpened piece of volcanic rock, she carefully dissected the meat into evenly sized portions for the both of them to consume. Zyphra never told Vanessa, but secretly, he admired the pungent scent of her vulpine urine. He admired the way that a vixen as lovely and delicate as herself could produce something from her body so wildly aromatic that a species as mighty and powerful as a dragon like himself could be completely overtaken by even hearing the sheer sound of her urinating within his range of sense. 

After finishing their dinner and putting the argument behind them, the two both made their way for a pile of various animal hides, their bed, that was set on a rectangular slab slightly higher than the cave floor. Zyphra stepped onto the slab first and lay onto his side with his back facing to the wall. Vanessa followed, stepping up onto the slab and lay down onto the soft animal hides, snuggling close to her mate as he wrapped a massive blue wing around her to keep her warm. “Goodnight, sweetie.”, Vanessa said to Zyphra as she rested cozily in his warm embrace. “Goodnight, dear.” Zyphra replied, before giving his mate a tender lick on the cheek before they both dozed off to sleep.

Approximately one hour passed and Zyphra awoke, restless, as he could still faintly smell the aroma of Vanessa’s mark at the far corner of the cave. He tried to ignore it, forcing his eyes shut to get back to sleep, but the tantalizing odor of female essence continued to tease his olfactory senses. Finally, Zyphra decided enough was enough and had to fulfill his natural desires. Being careful not to disturb his slumbering mate, he slowly and quietly rose to his feet. Gripping a gray speckled bobcat pelt softly in his maw, he carefully draped it over Vanessa like a blanket which in turn caused her to mildly stir but fortunately not awaken. Assured that his partner was still comfortable, the dragon quietly tiptoed over to the far corner of their cave dwelling. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of the full moon rising which was clearly visible outside the cave entrance, obstructed only by the darkened outline of the bare bones of  the ram which he’d captured earlier still clinging to the fire spit, and showed that the puddle of golden vixen’s urine still appeared fresh and had barely evaporated.

Stepping closer to the puddle, the arousing scent became stronger as it entered into Zyphra’s flaring nostrils and in turn caused his groin to stir with sexual desire. But scent alone wasn’t enough for him as now he wanted to have a taste. Dipping his slender reptilian head slightly, he extended his long forked tongue and lightly dabbed it into the puddle. On tasting Vanessa’s rich feminine scent for the first time, his eyes dilated and the tip of his cock began to poke outward from his tight scaled slit. The deep seeded call of natural desire was now telling  Zyphra that he had to leave his own mark on top of his mate’s. Looking back to make sure Vanessa had not woken up, he made his move. Quietly, he positioned himself nearly over the puddle and lifted his hind leg much like a feral canine would. He let out a quieted sigh as he had begun to spray the cave floor with a powerful stream of his own draconic scent and the cave filled with the resonating sound of a moderate trickling as what a steady stream of liquid flowing into a still body of liquid would produce. He squinted his brilliant sapphire eyes and shivered for a quick moment as he felt his hot piss rapidly flow down his urethra and squirt out of his cock, adding to the steadily growing puddle. Turning his head back to view his hindquarters, Zyphra could vaguely make out his thick hearty stream capturing the pale moonlight as it squirted forth with vigor form his is impressive dragonhood which was now at full erection. 

He’d spent nearly two and a half minutes squirting his pungent scent over the hard granite floor while keeping a close watch over Vanessa, whom had barely moved through the entire event, before he felt his bladder finally become empty and gave one more quick spurt before beginning to make his way back to the slab where his mate slept. Zyphra took a single step before a bizarre sensation, as if two spectral hands suddenly grabbed onto his thick member, had caught him by surprise. He panicked and fought for a moment as the ‘hands’ held firm onto his shaft and milked some stray drops of urine out of his urethra which dribbled down into the dark golden, mildly fizzy puddle beneath him. Zyphra’s panic and surprise gradually gave way to pleasure as he felt the sensation of rubbing up and down the length of his smooth shaft as if being sexually stimulated. He began to pant and groan as the sensation grew increasingly more intense and milky drops of pre-cum slowly dripped out from his tip onto the floor. Rolling his eyes back with his forked tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, Zyphra spread his hind legs and arched his back as his orgasm was now imminent. The invisible hands furiously rubbed and jerked at the dragon’s throbbing member and he could hold it back no longer. Digging his razor sharp fore talons into the stone floor, he let out a loud low growl and thrashed his tail about as he spurted his hot white seed into the puddle below. 

Instantly, the mysterious hands seemed to vanish with Zyphra’s orgasm and left him mildly dazed. Looking around to find no reasonable explanation, the dragon simply shrugged it off and made his way back for the slab. Quietly, he lie down beside his vixen mistress whom appearing still asleep was oblivious to the entire event. Tenderly draping his wing over Vanessa like a blanket, Zyphra shut his eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep. Opening one eye and looking over to her sleeping mate, Vanessa let out a sly little chuckle and said softly, “Hee hee hee! Sometimes we all just need a little happy ending.”