Mating Flight

She staggered into the damp cave, clutching her abdomen. Fighting the urge had taken everything out of her. She had had to leave her garrison before things had gotten out of control. Worse, her mate was on patrol of the Eastern Shore and probably out of her range..

"Asgarth kira mayar sagatron, atreya mayar nu.", she intoned.

A fire and a sleeping pallet materialized, casting eerie shadows on the mossy walls. She crumpled on the furs, tucking her long slender legs under her, shivering even though it was bright and sunny outside. Her copper hair streamed down around her delicate face as she leaned forward to get close to the fire. She couldn't hold out forever...

A fierce, shrieking scream echoed off the cliffs outside her cave. She lifted her head immediately, her aspect changing subtly as she recognized the tone. Her eyes glowed and burst into flaming red as she rose to her feet gracefully, her shivers disappearing into strength and intent. She walked out of the cave into the bright sunlight and stopped at the ledge at the edge of the cliff. Then she leapt off.

The wind screamed past her ears as huge wings opened and caught the currents. She glided and then picked up speed, hurtling towards the mountains opposite her, screaming a challenge of her own. He came into view then. A magnificent red, in the prime of life. The lust she had been fighting slipped out of her control.

He swept past her, masculine power and grace, his neck coyly arched. He tilted at an angle, showing off his wing span, and then executed a series of rolls. Then he shot up towards her, wind whistling as he came in so close that his belly rubbed seductively against the smooth scales on her back. She growled in approval. For a youngster, he was doing unbelievably well...

He executed a series of spins and dives flawlessly. She drifted on the winds admiring his sleek form and strength. Then the urge hit again and there was no more time to think. She rolled in mid air to expose her soft copper underbelly, inviting him to come get her..

Anticipation mounted as she watched the red jackknife around and dive towards her. Then out of nowhere, a green streak of fury slammed into him, knocking him off-course. She uttered a welcoming cry. Her mate had heard her call and had arrived in time to battle for the privilege...

The two dragons above her grappled, clawing and snarling as they fought for supremacy. She flew around them to a vantage point atop the cliffs to give them room, knowing that they would need it.

The green was older and clearly more experienced but the red had youth and sheer strength on his side. They parted and came back together in a flurry of wings, teeth and claws. The red had landed a particularly effective slash across the other's face when the green calmly chomped down on his challenger's wing. The two dragons started dropping away, still locked together like a pair of lovers.

The red managed to break away and immediately came back into the attack, his wing bleeding but still usable. The green dodged nimbly out the way, almost playing cat and mouse with his injured rival. In an unexpected move, the red executed a loop and came in right under the other, drawing his talons viciously across his opponent's belly. Deep streaks of red blossomed across the shimmering flesh but the damage was tolerable. The green screamed in pain and fury and slammed his own body into his rival, sending them both hurtling towards a cliff. The red's jaws clamped into the green's exposed neck, but before he could cut the jugular, they slammed into the mountain...

The collision knocked the youngster partially into unconsciousness and that was enough to end the fight. The victor snapped his rival's wing tip with a triumphant cry. Then he was circling up into the sky, wings spread to the max to catch the sun's rays.

She watched with pride from atop her rocky perch. Her mate's coloring had intensified into a deep, glowing emerald and he was proudly showing himself off as he went into the courtship ritual. Spectacular aerial acrobatics, subtle signals, the display of speed and form.. Everything was designed to entice the female into mating. And she was more than ready.

With a proud shriek, she spread her wings and launched herself off her rocky pinnacle. With an answering cry, he shot up to meet her. They met midway, coming together in a tangle of wings and limbs before spiraling down in a way that was completely different and yet very much the same to the battle beforehand..

She arched her spiny neck to nibble fondly at her mate's neck as the earth spun up at them at a frightening rate. In an almost nonchalant move, they came apart and pulled up in a graceful arc barely 50 feet off the ground. The green raced after her, his greater wing-span easily covering the distance between them. They twined around each other in an aerial ballet, even as the wind rushed by them. His penis had fully engorged, its thick red length prodding into her belly. This time when the urge hit, she didn't fight. She thrust herself down on her mate's organ with a triumphant scream. They locked together, wings beating strongly.

His forelegs tightened around her body as he thrust deeply into her. The warm, wet tunnel shifted and squeezed around him even as the motions of flight automatically provided the thrusting and rocking that brought them closer to the finish line. As their excitement built, they grew rougher, clawing and biting as they shot over the arid landscape. When the tension grew unbearable, the female slowly brought in her wings. Without her help in keeping airborne, the tangled pair started losing altitude. Adrenalin started pumping through his veins as the ground started rushing up at them again. Muscles strained, wings creaked as the speed and danger gave them an unbelievable high. He felt his cock pulse and throb as blood surged through it in waves. And then without warning, she thrust herself hard down onto his shaft and sank her teeth deep into his thick shoulder muscles.. He spilt himself in her with an ecstatic cry.

She unfurled her wings right before they hit the ground, extending them to the max. They slowed with a jerk and then drifted down to make a relatively safe landing...

The cave was warmer because of the still-burning magical fire. They were moving in the general direction of the pallet, but not making very much progress because they were still caught up in their hellos. Nerys had her arms wrapped tightly around Barron's neck and he was busy reacquainting himself with her lips. His hands ran possessively down her sides, streamed through her shimmering copper hair, coming back to hold her head still as he explored her mouth. Nerys had already felt the next wave of desire coming so she locked her hands around his waist and practically dragged him the remaining distance to the fire. He didn't put up much of a fight when she pulled him down over her, swiftly undoing his robe with the ease of long practice.

He was breathing hard when their lips parted, his eyes glowing red as he looked down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her gleaming hair spread around her face as she drank in the sight of her partially nude mate. With one fluid move, he dragged her shift over her head to leave her bare in front of the fire. Her hands found the edges of his robe, pushed it off his shoulders and tossed it into a corner.

Barron pulled back to drink his fill of her. The flickering firelight cast reddish highlights in the masses of her copper hair and lovingly detailed the curves of her bronze body. Her eyes glowed right back at him as she looked him over greedily. The whipcord strength under the faint green of his skin, the graceful sweep of his black hair as it fell to his shoulders. Her pounding heart swelled with pride as her gaze felt on the slashes he'd taken in the battle for her. Her hands reached for his shoulders, scratching her nails lightly over his skin. With a soft growl, he caught her wrists and pinned them over her head. And then he was on her..

His teeth found the sensitive skin of her neck and nipped sharply. She gasped and shivered as the soft rasp of his tongue swept down her neck to her bare shoulder. Barron traced the faint line of her collarbone, occasionally nipping at a particularly exquisite piece of skin. He went lower, brushing his cheek against the tempting mound of her breast. She whimpered slightly then, that particular part of her body had become unbelievably sensitive due to the mating urge. Her nipples felt like they were on fire and then suddenly there was a blessed cooling as his mouth found them. Then his tongue flicked across the swollen tips and the fire came flooding back. She arched up towards him with a muted cry, trying to get as much of her into his mouth as possible. He obliged her, squeezing and molding her flesh as he sucked on one hot nipple. Heat radiated from their bodies as their internal furnaces blazed higher. Then out of nowhere, the urge hit again..

With an inarticulate cry, Nerys pushed herself off the pallet, taking him with her. Barron's hand lost their grip on her wrists, as he found himself lying on the damp floor of the cave with her on him. She rose up into a sitting position slowly. He caught his breath as he saw her eyes, quietly smoldering with lust. There would no more time..

She rose to her knees, offering him an intensely arousing view of her damp groin. He instinctively reached for her, slipping into the damp tunnel that contracted softly around his fingers. A hungry groan rippled from her throat, she needed so much more... Her hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft and stroked deliberately up and down its length. Barron gasped with pleasure and removed his fingers from within her. She lowered herself slowly, guiding the head of his cock to her damp vagina. Barron arched back slightly as they made contact, his hands coming up to brace themselves on her hips. She had tilted back her head, her eyes squeezed shut, concentrating on the sheer pleasure of being penetrated. Her hips took on a life of their own as they rolled and thrust around him.

"Elie meta sirrin, merahati farrah tyro", he gasped. It was unbelievably hard to remember the words of the spell when every fibre of his being was drowning in the delicate pleasure of the mating.. "Atreya rabbin meta karrina, Barron es Nerys.." she replied, her hips rising and falling with every word. The magic of the spell started moving. The urgency built as did the pleasure. She was groaning uncontrollably now, building up speed as she thrust herself forcefully down on his glistening shaft.

Barron's mind was reeling as he watched her move over him. The spell practically finished itself as the words poured from his lips. The magic spread, filling them as a shimmering wave of electricity. Nerys was crying out now, her pleasure intensified by completely unnatural means. She went into a frenzy, finding her clitoris with her fingers and rolling it around in circles. The magic centered in her groin as a huge pressure. Oh God, she couldn't take it anymore! She screamed. A fierce, challenging scream. A split second later, she froze as the spasms racked her whole body. Endlessly... Barron, Barron!

Barron couldn't hear her. He couldn't think of anything but the need to come. He held her hips steady as he thrust powerfully up into her. Once, twice.. And with a triumphant cry, his power surged through his shaft with unbearable force. And fused with hers. Nerys arched back as heat exploded from her body. Conceived in magic and power, a new dragon life...