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Mating the Wyvern
🕑 Added 2019-05-19 22:14:54 +0000 UTC
Once his forepaws settled in place, Teufel pressed the ultramarine plates covering his belly against the plates of her back, a soft rustle following as he pushed his hindquarters closer and closer to hers. He intended to take it slow and steady, so that the both of them could grow comfortable with each other, but when his tip accidentally kissed her warm, wet slit, his back instantly arched out of its own volition to drive his shaft right up to his knot into the ready female.
A sharp, sudden cry of elation burst out of Asharya, her jaws tightening, her eyes screwing shut, and her wing talons digging into the ground when a cock—his cock! — pierced her for the first time. Teufel’s wings unfurled for extra balance, his own eyelids trembling with the strain to remain open and not cloud his vision, lest he slipped and fell off the female that surpassed every expectation he ever held about how warm wyverns truly were.
Her heightened warmth had felt surprising to his tongue while he licked her down there, but when it came to his erect, vulnerable cock, it greatly reduced his endurance. By merely being inside her, Teufel felt his control slipping further and further, the terse clenches and shudders of her powerful muscles far too pleasurable to his taut ridges and prominent tip. He tried regulating his short, sporadic breaths to reduce the strain on his senses, but Asharya squeezed him too fast, too tight, too eagerly to give him his much-needed respite.
His instinct tugged in that most ancient and effective of ways, Teufel had no choice but to obey by swinging his hips back and forth in short, jerky thrusts, the fluidity of his movements impeded by the insatiable desire to sink as much of himself as possible into her heated, drenched depths. Even when his knot kissed her lips in the most tender and passionate ways and his meat lay engulfed in the most fulfilling of embraces, that wasn’t enough for the lust-addled drake. He had to hump, to work himself up further, to breed, his need greatly amplified by how utterly wet and ready his female was for his seed.
In that moment, every single one of his mate’s lessons in how to pace himself and how to pleasure a female vanished from his mind, washed away by the foremost instinct of any male while inside the soaked depths of a female, to achieve completion as fast as possible and burst into her before another male had the chance to do so.
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I wrote a short story that better details the lewd happenings of this picture that you can find here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/wyverness-short-26982706
Asharya(C) is my character
Teufel(C) belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dragonteufel/
Artwork done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/greydragonofthenorth/
