The Fire Night Mating
Wrote at 4 in the morning a month ago never uploaded. The night Enryous and Tambriel were mated.
The sky lit with torches, fires , dragons, scales shimmering with natural brightness in the inky black of the night. Unnatural beasts dragons, feral creatures with minds that have shaped every king, Queen, and God that had ever ruled this world. There was none like him. His blue-grey scales repealing starlight. He was dark, the enigma in the fire, the one log that burns blue instead of red. Chaos bent to his will, claws burnished with darkness. To label one as he as evil was not the dragon way. He was beautiful as the night. He once told a dragonet that evil was a matter of perspective, he was right. To many his lack of light, lack of colored fire within him proved to the small minded fools that he was evil. No, he was different, and he was Alpha, Elder and Mage. It was his right, who he chose tonight, his blood hot with dark fire.
The females were lined up for him, him and others, but his first. They ranged from young to elder, they were honored by him, by is body his wings and talons. They looked at him, into his fierce amber eyes, those same eyes that could destroy a person's mind with a simple look in their direction. But tonight was special for him, he was to choose his mate tonight while the moon hung high in the sky and the fire in their blood burned hot. He went down the row, tail twitching low behind him, his claws sinking into the mud, his legs flexing to compensate. Those eyes read the dragoness, roving through their unprotected minds. So willing to submit to him, so willing to be molded to his will with just an aura of his magic, his fire. So willing to carry his clutch till their bellies hung low near to the ground. They disgusted him. They were weak and malleable, yes, but this was not a festival to have such weakness. Fire was not weak, it destroyed with an ecstasy , it took its pleasure in nature's bed and left the next sunrise leaving her shattered in its wake. He dismissed all of them, refusing to look at him as they passed their heads hanging low, their padded prints heavy against the ground. He felt nothing, his body running hot looking for the person that would fulfill that need. That was not going to come from utter submission. He turned to go, his body leading him away to find pleasure elsewhere, to maybe find a handsome drake instead to fill his bed that night. He heard it then, the low growl that split through the forest, ears ringing with its force, not its volume. Blood under his scales burned brightly for a moment, the heat returning to his darkness just for a moment to let him know that she was there.
She shouldn't be, though, he knew this was a trick a dirty trick on his senses. A glamor even stronger than he could produce. When she walked to stand in front of him he felt the vibrations through the earth from her. His soul sung out to her. She was pure light, her scales shimmering moonlight an unearthly creature even to dragons who knew her. She was the hero to all of them, saving their city from the scourge that plagued it. In his mind she should be Queen, crowned with a crown of silver and lapiz, not standing here in front of him her scent radiating her arousal for him, as well as her willingness to fight him to prove herself to him as his worthy mate.
His blood sang as he lunged at her, the dragoness made of starlight dogged her claws whipping out slicing him on his back flank. He growled the feral creature that he was calling to her, teeth lashing, claws scraping out. Their blood, their fire sang to each other calling for their mating. He cornered her against a tree, she let him. The dragoness had enough of these games with the dark Drake. She was his mate, his balance to his darkness. The dragoness of moon and starlight lashed out sinking her teeth into his shoulder, forcing her fire through herself. He roared, feral and beautiful the ground, no the very world bowed before them that night . Her teeth unlatched as he slipped into her, sealing themselves together. He growled into her neck a spell, a spell of binding over her, of protection, of ownership. Then his teeth clamped onto her shoulder. She howled as he released inside of her, teeth still on her neck. For a moment his fire flared white, and hers blue. They were joined, by the moon and the unnatural, unearthly fire that dragons process.
The dark Drake let her sink to the ground, her cunt dripping with his seed. He licked her ear she grinned at him, her white teeth shining. Her bite was healing but there would always be a mark there, She was his and everyone was to know that. He purred slightly , before tipping his head back and roaring to the moon.