Valia gasped as the larger orange dragon’s weight settled on her haunches, his foreclaws grasping her about the waist as her chest dropped the cool, wet sand. Jarren relished the sound as he shifted himself, lining himself up behind her and letting the small dragoness get used to the feeling of his body pressing down against her. She flagged her tail to the side to grant him better access to her slit, purring pleasantly beneath him as he spread his wings to the sides to better stabilize himself, reared up on his hind legs as he was. They’d shared dinner not long before descending from the bluffs to the beach below. One thing had led to another, two amorous, youthful dragons alone on the sand, close friends with spirits livend by a few drinks and the season. Now, at long last, she was offering herself to him truly and freely. Sure, they’d fooled around in the past, she’d even let him place that lovely collar on her elegant neck, but he’d never taken her properly. Tonight, beneath the moon that she loved so much and in the quickly vanishing light of the setting sun, they would change that.
He growled, low and sensual, letting the moment last. He felt her smaller frame shifting under him. The tensing and relaxing of her lithe muscles. The fluttering and shuffling of her wings, the rumbling, anticipative purr of her own as he braced for what she knew would come next. His own excitement was barely kept contained. Well, perhaps contained wasn’t the right word… The tip of his dragonhood only just prodded against her slick folds when he took another half step to bring them closer. A shiver ran through the pair, electric and exciting as they froze at teh . For a beat, neither wanted to move, as if daring- nay, longing for, the other to take the next step. Succumbing to his urges, Jarren was the first to move. His foreclaws tightened on her waist and haunches, claws digging lightly into her supple scales as he sank his length into her as far as her frame could take him. A hiss from him and a moan her then he came to a halt, basking in the feeling of her eveloping him, of their union, of finally coupling properly after so long. Oh, how he adored her oh how good it felt to be able to share this moment with such a lovely dragoness.
Around them the light sound of a sea-breeze rushing in off the water and the crashing of waves were the only sound the two could hear, save for themselves. The smell of the ocean air mingled with the scent of two amorous lovers, driving both to further heights of anticipation and excitement. Charging the scene with a tension neither could describe but both felt, coursing through both their forms and even into the very world around them. Then, it broke. All at once, what had been a second of potential metamorphosed into a bout of tender, confident action.
He leaned forward, shifting one of his forepaws to the ground beside her and gently stroking the other down the length of her back until it reached her shoulders, pressing her chest gently against the ground. Mounting her. Claiming her. Making her his and his alone. For the night, at the very least. Unspoken, the two dragons craned their necks to meet one another, his snout coming to rest just between her horns. He noticed then that she was blushing and a smile touched his scaled lips.
“Ready?” He asked, letting the word come slowly and hang in the air. A pregnant question, begging for the birth of an answer. Valia nodded.
“I am,” she said, letting a sultry tone creep into her voice and bringing her snout up to rub under his chin.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he whispered to her, planting a quick lick upon her cheek.
Jarren lingered only a moment longer, letting the weight of those words sink in. A long, waiting balm to what felt an eternity of isolation. He wanted her but more importantly, know he knew, she wanted him. He rolled his hips, pulling his member nearly free before sliding back in once more, deeper. His eyes drifted shut at the feeling of her walls, needy yet tight, embracing him once more as he pressed deeper and her affectionate nuzzling vanished as she bent her head with a huff, being filled again by his length. His snout returned to the nape of her neck, nipping lightly at the scales there. If she was his this fine moonlit night, then he, too, was hers. And so, under the pale light of a waxing moon and in the fading pink hue of the vanishing day, they, for smallest clawful of moments, were one.