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Fickle Desire
🕑 Added 2021-12-05 10:43:22 +0000 UTC“Quite the agile wyvern you are,” Mazrogal spoke in between the dodges of her snapping maw or lashing tail, feeling the thrill of combat flicker to life within him. “Perhaps I should take this threat more RAWH!”
“More what?” The victor’s fangs kissed his neck in stinging, breath-stealing embrace that lasted for but a split second, all so that she could continue her elaborate taunting. “I can have you whenever I want, in whichever way I so crave.”
Her foreboding words spread perplexing arousal throughout Mazrogal’s stunned form. The bite she administered still lingered on his bloodies scales, within the torn skin, its searing pain so profound his eyes began to water in shock at how quick and unexpected it happened. His wings ached. His body trembled with adrenaline, urging him to regain his status and remind her of who fought—and won—the superior number of battles.
But that desire was fickle. Insignificant. A speckle of dust blown away by the winds of more immediate needs. Instead of protecting him, Mazrogal’s legs parted to reveal the renewed throbs rushing through his shaft, pulsing rekindled vitality into it. In that moment, all he wanted was for her darkening frame to steal the sun’s faltering light; for her trickling want to drip down on his waiting cock, tempting him to forsake the way of dragons and rejoice in the newfound freedom of submitting to a wyvern’s initiative.
“Show me,” he invited her with a deep purr shaken by nerves. “In whichever way you want. Just like you mentioned.”
The wyverness’ tail lashed from one side, then to the other. Tension began to flee her talons and wing claws alike, her posture shifting from the more balanced fighting stance to the less certain one held up solely by her muscular legs and thick, powerful tail.
“No female ever mounts the male.” Asharya’s tongue quickly rushed to the tip of her snout, confirming what they both already knew.
“So…what can you do, other than staring?”
Mazrogal did not wait to find out. Her approaching, purposeful paws gave him a clue. An enjoyable affair, to be certain, yet ill fitted to replace the more meaningful interaction between two joint bodies.
“Intentions are one thing, and actions another. Bold as you claim to be, even wyverns desire a certain closeness; a certainty that their partner is the right one for them. What us dragons call eroticism doesn’t extend to mated pairs nor tie strangers together in forced union. All it means to achieve is elevate partners in each other’s eyes, to grant them the courage to embrace the unexpected and savor the least anticipated outcome.”
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Asharya(c) is my character
Mazrogal(c) belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mazrogal
Art done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/firael/
