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The black beast strolled casually though the blooming field, her dark overture making her rather obvious amongst the bright whites and yellows that surrounded her. The fur fluffed male didn't pay her much mind, even between kin territory was rarely fought over and she wasn't doing any harm. Spring had come a little early this year, the sun's radiance kept in check by a cool breeze that lifted the excess heat from his fur. The sensation was wonderful but it did encourage laziness...

The energetic female suddenly plopped down on her belly sending a cloud of pollen and petals out, her snout snapping up several nearby flowers and chewing them down. He let a casual smile creep across his muzzle, snout lying across folded forepaws. Her disturbance sent several small insects fluttering into the air, trying instinctively to escape the massive jaws that routed through their feeding ground. The big male's maw split wide, lips peeled back in a terrifying yawn, lungs drawing in gallons of air for a moment before letting it out in a long, controlled exhale.

The feather winged male made himself comfortable once more, keeping one eye on the dragoness as the sun's warmth baked a fresh layer of lethargy into his white hide. Consciousness became harder and harder to maintain as the idea of a nap became more difficult to resist; the energetic hen hopping forward to snatch one of the fluttering bugs out of the air. His heavy lids slipped closed for a long moment, the fluffy drake peeling them open one last time.

What he saw caught his attention more than expected. There she lay, sprawled on her back hinds spread and forepaws cupped to bring the caged creature within range of those lovely green eyes. Now that was a good view- he rumbled to himself with mild amusement. The position was innocent, she certainly didn't know he was watching but Jerbie had no qualms with enjoying the sight of such a fine young thing despite the circumstances.

His head angled more toward her direction to get a better view as she opened her paws slowly so as not to startle the dragonfly that had decided to crawl from her paws to the much more advantageous perch. The great drake's turquoise mane fluffed slightly as a stroke of cool afternoon breeze grazed over his frame. He was fully awake now, amethyst eyes drinking in the scene. With a puff from her nostrils, she sent the little insect on its way, watching it flutter into obscurity before streeeetching from tip to tail.

Her body shape was delightful- he thought, admiring the way her smooth, serpentine form curved this way and that with such a delicious smoothness. As quick as her energetic motions came, they expired, her entire body going limp, snout upturned as the warm rays massaged their way along her chest and belly, baking her underside to a perfect level of saturation. She seemed so serene there. The fluffy male couldn't be blamed for the thoughts that teased through his mind as he observed the lovely dragoness sprawling so casually within his territory... just the fact that he let them dictate his next action.

He didn't even think twice about lifting from his cozy spot and stepping off the high ridge, the motion so practiced he could have done it in his sleep. Massive wings swept wide, the bright spring-green tips and azure faded core of his feathery appendages gripping the air itself to keep the great beast aloft. His objective could not have made herself more obvious target if she tried, his keen eyes taking him within a stone's throw before she had any indication of his presence. Jerbie's entrance was no less grand for her knowing, his body swooping in to fall like a rock the final few feet, creating a thunderous thump to make it both obvious and impressive.

There were very few things that could cause harm to a dragon beside another dragon so the lazy hen was slow to respond right up until she realized what exactly she was dealing with. The impressive drake made no further advance, allowing the startled female to stumble up onto her feet with nothing more than a slight smirk at the corner of his muzzle to indicate his intent. Even that disappeared as he bowed low, fanning his gorgeous wings in an obvious display. She bobbed her head with a soft smile, still wary of the big drake.

"Good morning my lovely lady." His voice was smooth and rich, full of energy and touched with mischief. He returned to a casual stance, collecting his wings comfortably to his back. "I don't believe we've met."

"Dracasis." Offered the black.

"Beautiful name." He prrrred with delighted energy. "Jerbie myself." Whatever his game, the introduction at least helped put her at ease. She wasn't here to challenge him and he didn't seem to be expecting her to. "What brings you all the way out to my fields? Or at least what's left of them."

The big male took a few steps toward the trampled strip as if to observe it a little closer, lowering his nose and scenting the area. She gave off a bit of a sheepish grin, his tone told her it was all in jest but she still felt a little embarrassed at having been caught in a guilty pleasure.

"I suspect with a coat like that and a belly still round you don't sleep through the winter." She spoke more relaxed than she'd been before. He turned his eyes toward the black, then back at himself with a coy grin. Not fat but certainly shapely enough to indicate he kept fed even through the coldest months; quite a perceptive observation. "Well when you spend three months in a cave asleep, the first thing you want to do when you wake up is... well, is to eat something. But after that it's to roll around in the grass!" She finished with playful humor.

He grinned at her, standing upright before the lovely lady. Jerbie could taste the effects of early spring on her body even through the mist of pollen and dust. It was... invigorating. "Don't give it a second thought my lady. I have little issue with such a fine creature such as you making yourself at home here." He prrred delightedly, stepping up beside the black dragoness as he slowly slipped around behind and back up against on her far side, purposefully grazing his warm fluffy hide against her flank.

"Have any other plans for this fine spring day?" He continued, rubbing his tail along hers, feeling the contours of that thick hind appendage suggestively. That glorious angled snout arched back to with a coy smirk.

He might not be here to chase off a rival but now she had a fairly good idea why he _was_here. "I dunno, didn't have anything in particular in mind. What about you?" She thrummed back just as sweetly, ignoring his advances with an obviousness that made it easy to see she was playing hard to get.

"Well I was going to just doze off on the cliffs but that seems like an awful waste now." The fluffy male's voice was smooth and enduring made even more so as he plucked a particularly vibrant flower off the ground. With just a sniff to help clear his mind of her intoxicating scent, he slipped it behind her horn giving the pretty female a cute little adornment. Her tight playful smirk didn't budge.

"I would agree with that. Going to roll in the field then?" She added teasingly but Jerbie only grinned back.

"Depends, are you going to roll around with me?" His grin turned toothy, the innuendo such an obvious change of tactic that the big black couldn't help but raise an eye ridge. "I'll bet you'd enjoy it with me much more than on your own." The healthy drake slid the back of a talon along her throat, the sensation soft and intentionally sensual, and her mind involuntarily curbed his last comment toward something more lewd because of it.

Dracasis had to suppress the purr that threatened to escape her throat, instead simply letting her grin grow a little. "Oohh?" She extended the sound, her head arching to the touch before coming down to nip at his paw, causing the big male to retract it suddenly with a grin. "And what makes you say that hmm?" Her interest in him was obvious but she was still playing coy. Jerbie simply played with the bait, mixing words in such a sultry way.

"A winter alone does have its own consequences as well." He let his probing tail slide up firmly against the base of her own suggestively. "So let's just say I'm confident that, even without the touch of spring on your beautiful hide, I could make you a mother." He prrred smoothly, leaning in to nibble along her jawline and throat.

The big black rumbled both in appreciation for his attention and at the prospect so smoothly laid out before her. She had considered seeking out a mate this season, one of those ideas that had come and gone in passing but now... She arched her body this way and that to all his sensual caresses, swooning to his courtship advances. Jerbie seemed well aware of her reaction and pressed his advantage with deliciously attractive words.

"I could make your belly bulge with a clutch, nearly dragging upon the ground; make you hot and heavy with a brood. You'd have a male to tend to all your needs while you bear the weight of that responsibility, feeding and grooming and letting you sprawl in the sun all day."

The mental image of her fate had her mind's eye wandering, easily visualizing the situation with a big fluffy male massaging a stomach too heavy even for flight. Her daydreaming was strong enough to give him a chance to mount her as well; only once his weight settled down over her backside did her eyes slip open, neck arching a little to glance back at the frisky male. She could stop him from going any further... but she didn't want to. His paws roamed over her flanks, eventually sliding down and grazing over the thin curve of her far-too flat tummy, continuing to whisper sultry scenes of the days ahead of her. And all she had to do was relax.

Just relaxing was a little more difficult than it seemed as the big male found purchase under her tail and gave a good little shove. Her squeak of surprise only made his grin grow as the virile male's wet shaft found a snug home within her comfortably tight vent. Even if she wasn't moist from all the dirty things being whispered in her ear, his well lubricating sheathslime helped ease the initial passage. Down he sank, the first few ridges of that marvelous purple shaft slipping between her nether lips, adding a huffing stimulation for both halves.

Her tail arched instinctively, allowing the handsome drake to take a half step forward and dig in the rest of the way, his engorged shaft stretching out luxuriously within the hot sauna of her fertile sex, preseed already being smeared across her unprotected walls. The fluffy male held himself there for a time, just feeling her body tense and throb around him, laying his weight against her backside while grooming the back of her neck in an appreciative affection.

She was a beauty, fine catch for any male to obtain and one that had all but fallen into his lap. With a slow rock, the frisky male plucked his ridges from her undertail one by one until her pussy lips just kissed around the head of his shaft before rolling forward again, working her depths nice and easy. He had to be gentle with her after all; she hadn't had any attention down there for several months. Though to be fair, neither had he. His full fluffy testicales churned excitedly at the prospect of relief, swollen from several months of their own awful neglect during the cold months.

Back and forth he sawed into her slowly, picking up a little speed along the way. She'd be a perfect vessel for his brood- strong, young and in her prime. Her tail flagged completely to the side giving him full access to her silken undertail and the floofy drake took advantage of her relaxed state to lay his chin on her backside and go to town in her. What had been a rather soothing and relaxing pace turned into a sudden randy romp as the horny male put his weight into nailing this pretty hen hard and fast.

The change was sudden enough that she had to quickly spread her four legs out to catch herself, the big male's firm, wet thrusts nearly knocking her off balance. Her soft little grunts turned into panting huffs as his tempo increased, gooey strands of his slick breeding fluid being slug across her bare folds as he drove its ridges into her tender sex. Again and again his hips met hers in a wild rut, his heavy orbs swinging back and forth energetically.

The electric pleasure tingling through her frame threatened to arc at any moment and spark her orgasm to life when his chin lifted from her back and his body slid backward, dismounting the sexually stimulated fem. Her body trembled with a violent quake from tip to tail before she looked back at him with a confused and slightly angry expression. The grin upon his face was full of mischief, not maliciousness but it didn't stop her tail from lashing from side to side in agitation, just shy of thumping against the frustrating male.

"Now now my dear, you should know any good father needs to be sure of his partner before simply breeding her, I need to know you're the right hen for the job." Jerbie's voice was full of mock seriousness.

Part of her wanted to bite him, part of her wanted to demand he finish what he started but she wasn't so far gone that she couldn't cool off enough to play along. "What, you want me to prove myself?" She questioned with a huff. His smirk grew.

"Oh yes, I just need to make sure you have certain... skills before we proceed." Her eyes narrowed, glaring in good humor. "It shouldn't take too long my dear." He purrs as that large broad fluffy body circled halfway around her before suddenly roll over fully on his back.

She watched him with a puzzled expression but his intentions became clear in short order as she felt a pair of paws reach up and grope her inner thighs. Those tender, powerful paws held her well worked vent open from both sides allowing his tantalizing tongue to sweep across her recently penetrated folds with ease. She huffed, wings trembling with a slight lustful shiver as his tongue cleaned her soft sex purposefully. The scent of her was rich and full, sticky strands of her nectar soon stretching from her lower lips to his.

The black dragoness was of mind to leave him untended and let him work on her alone but his own hot, intoxicating musk was rising from those lazily spread hinds with an intensity that made her belly ache with desire. The rumble of delight that escaped his throat when her tongue made contact with his hefty pole made her smirk some, encouraging the onyx hen to lick again and again. Before she knew it she had her forked oral organ washing all over the white fluffy male's pride, massaging it against his ribbed flesh and getting her tines sticky with his juices.

She didn't really have a plan to follow, just her instincts and the sounds of pleasure rolling off the eager drake's lips as she guided his tip into her maw. His hinds stiffened, toes flexing somewhat as the warm pleasure rolled down length of his meaty spire, thick syrupy precum oozing over her tongue as his shaft slid in deeper. The big girl took him all the way without issue, burying her nose into his furry crotch with a rumbling murr of her own, thoroughly enjoying her position.

His tongue didn't sit idle either, those lush pink pussy folds ripe and ready, so very vulnerable to attack. The large drake dipped deep into her fertile passage, scraping his tongue tantalizingly across the curve of her sex. Again and again he repeated the act, waiting just enough time to let her body cool before assaulting it with a fresh, startling sensation that kept her on edge. She seemed to be enjoying it though if the way that pretty black muzzle was working him over was any indication.

He didn't need to hump or thrust at all; she did all the work bending and arching her neck to get at him. The fluffy male could feel the encroaching pressure in his loins building, everything about her made him burn hotter, the scent, the taste, the touch, the angle of that flagged tail and the kiss of her throat around his tapered tip. Just a little more girl. He thought to himself, eyes slipping closed as his toes curled in satisfaction.

The black-scaled female had no real way of knowing how close he was; only that she was enjoying herself thoroughly as she gorged herself on the pleasure of the moment. Stringy strands of drooly precum stretched across her teeth and lips, the big girl unconcerned for the mess of this rather sloppy muzzlejob was making and it was only the tip of the tip of the hot lewd iceberg as it were.

She had him hilt deep with the first pulse of liquid lust shot down her throat, the sticky strand coating her inner lining followed shortly by a second as she withdrew some in startled surprise. His body was tense, her eyes watching those heavy orbs churn excitedly, releasing their contents into the waiting maw of a beautiful lady. Her tongue washed over his bare flesh, massaging it with an eagerness she'd not felt in ages. The pent up male was not shy at all about relieving himself within her, his hips giving a few involuntary jerks as he laced her muzzle with his seed. Gooey strands of the stuff seeped out of the corner of her maw from the sheer quantity being unloaded into her.

With a satisfied huff the big drake relaxed going limp beneath his playmate with a satisfied prrr leaving both ends of this lovely lady dripping with lust. Her lips pursed tightly around his flesh as she drew off, electing a soft grunt from the spent male as his tender shaft was so brashly tugged. Jerbie glanced up at her with a deviously playful grin; he'd left her unsated a second time and his coy act was as thin as tissue paper. She looked good like that, her muzzle wet and glittering with pearly semen, his grin growing at the thought. But Draccy didn't think so, her tail swishing in sexual agitation at being left out to dry.

"Splendid my dear!" He announced, his conformation doing little to soften the steely glare she gave him. "You are perfect." The fluffy drake affirmed, the compliment still doing nothing to changed her gaze as he rolled over with a lumbering casualness, shaking off. "Now, if you don't mind-" He growled, lunging forward and taking her by surprise. "-I think it's time to finish what we started."

His grin stretched from ear to ear, thoroughly enjoying the look of surprise on her face as he pounced upon the unsuspecting hen, his jaws coming down around her neck as the two stumbled about. He made no bones about his intent this time, using his weight to push her chest to the ground as he mounted the lovely dragoness, nudging her tail firmly up out of the way in the process. His paws hooked around her hips as she struggled a bit against him, not out of discontent but rather in a response of draconic pride to seem less at his whim.

Ah but by now she was his, all he had to do was claim his prize. The paws at her hinds slid in between those lovely child-bearing hips, his clawtips finding purchase at either side of her sticky sweet sex and pressed outward. Her huff of desire was sweet as his dark purple flesh pressed firmly against her gender, sawing against those vulnerable nether lips, mixing her nectar with his. One last time he teased her, prodding her gender for several thrusts without actually entering her until the sexually frustrated hen's body tensed, nearly ready to shake him off, pin him down and ride him until every part of her body was sated.

It made the moment of his actual penetration all the more satisfying. Those unguarded nether lips curled around his bare flesh as it slid inside, her wet folds swallowing him whole as he slid smoothly inside, one ridge after another squeezed by her unrelenting tunnel. His hips rocked forward applying force and pressure until his tip pressed against her inner barrier again leaving a sticky kiss in its wake; a promise of things to come. With her young vent stretched around his shaft, his wet paws massaged purposefully around the edge, feeling her heat surround him at all sides like a fleshy condom. His rumble of satisfaction was boundless.

Her mind was left in a strange mixture of tension and ease, the needy hen completely unaware of the passage of time. It could have been seconds or minutes before she felt him withdraw, that muscular length drawing a mess of her sweet sticky nectar with it to stretch between his furry loins and her own needy undertail. As his body rocked forward again, she tensed and moaned. She hadn't intended to let him know how far gone she was but the sound refused to be kept in check as he slid home again and a third time, each pass working himself in deeper. The heady musky scent of male smeared easily across her silken pussy folds, her undertail a mess of breeding fluids, her estrus-tainted scent stronger than ever as he got to work breeding his hen.

Time passed at a span of its own for the needy girl, marked only by waves of pleasure and nips of pain. It was no easy task taking a male of Jerbie's... stature, his blood-gorged spire taking every advantage of her body- and making its own when no weakness presented itself. She could clearly remember the moment she felt him slip in; not into her body but into her very_womb_, the sensation making her heart skip a beat. By then he'd lifted himself up, forepaws placed at her shoulders and head held high as he rutted the proper hen hard and deep. A thick stringy strand of precum oozed across the bare walls of her uterus as he let out a satisfied hiss.

Her nether lips kissed his furred sheath, matted with their mixed fluids as it was, the big male pushing nice and firm, raising the poor hen to the tips of her toes as he let his sexual lubricant leak directly into her egg chamber and soak into those ripened walls. The two dragons were both virile enough that she was probably already pregnant with at least a few eggs but now 'a few' was no longer an option.

"I hope... you don't mind staying around here with me for a while-" he started with a grunt, those powerful hind limbs straining to drive his breeding pole in and out, stretching out the last vestiges of this pretty lady to his whim. "After all... it's going to be difficult for you to... walk... here in a few moments." His speech was fragmented with grunts and huffs as he worked himself into her deepest recesses, grinding his ribbed flesh across every inch of that lush fertile breeding tunnel with almost desperate desire.

The poor hen didn't have time to muse over his words or to ponder about what he meant about 'difficult to walk' as his thrusts became harder, firmer and more insistent. Her body couldn't be any more perfect a vessel for his lust and the big male held nothing back as he nestled himself balls deep within the gorgeous girl and let go.

His maw split open in a deliciously satisfying grin, tongue lulling from his lips and eyes slipping closed. One final thrust gave birth to the wave of pleasure that surged down his spine, his throwing the thick sticky rope of cum straight down into this lovely female's belly with force enough to make her inner muscle dimple outward some from the force of his indulgence. Her eyes shot wide at the startling sensation. It wasn't a spurt or splash as much as it was a fire hydrant pissing cum across her open womb, saturating every inch of her unprotected breeding chamber with the liquid lust of a needy drake.

She could feel him throb, feel him pulse but the steady stream of semen never stopped, the big male draining more into her belly than she thought even possible. A gallon of sperm turned into two and two into four, the big male holding her down as he unloaded into her womb over and over until she felt the muscular walls swell and balloon out like the cum-filled reservoir tip of a condom. Only there was no rubber between her innocent eggs and the steady stream of sperm-rich fluid being dumped deep under her tail.

The swirling mix of genetic juices did the job, the big male's hefty donation leaving no place for her untouched ova to hide, the sticky fluid encouraging the young hen to give her eggs up by the dozens, filling the black dragoness with a brood that would keep her earthbound for months. He probably should have warned her about that too, the hormones within his precum tended to make a hen ovulate when exposed to the inner lining of a fertile dragoness. In his own species that was natural but in a specie that ovulated on their own... well... let's just say the swell he was putting in her gut wasn't going to die down much any time soon.

He was impressed by her capacity though, the breedy fem's belly rounding out nicely, taunt to the point of extreme sensitivity before the excess backwashed down her freshly fucked vent making a deliciously sticky mess of her inner thighs. His paws slid across that swollen stomach with a toothy grin. That seemed to be the last straw though, the over stimulated, twitching hen's body going limp in his paws, her mind unable to cope with the pleasured stresses.

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The black dragoness awoke to the violent rustle of leaves, disturbed from the cool breeze that blew across the hot afternoon sky. Her green eyes starred unblinking up at the sky, puffs of pure white cotton clouds traveling slowly on-high. She hadn't touched the sky in many months and decided that was the first thing she was going to do when she was rid of this blasted belly. Jerbie had told her he was going to make sure her belly sagged to the ground the moment she laid but it had been in jest... at least she suspected as much.

She rolled over slowly, carefully onto her flank, the heavy weight of her clutch weighing the onyx hen down. She might have been worried Jerbie had not been there from day one, fussing over her oversized stomach, petting and cooing, stroking and massaging her into a passive state day in and day out. He took care of her needs, feeding and fanning, keeping her company and mentally stimulated as she continued to bear the burden he'd pumped under her tail. He kept her round, re-applying a coat of thick sticky semen once or twice a week to keep her plump until the brood he'd sired did the job for him. Even then there was another part of her belly he could fill from time to time...

A flutter of feathers caught her attention first, followed by the soft thud of a landing dragon, her snout lazily sliding across the grass to greet her drake. As was customary, the fluffy male plodded over and fawned over her stomach, rubbing his paws over the rounded surface. She always gave him a hard time about his addiction but her resolve never lasted long, it felt too good to have her taunt hide stroked and caressed. Her eyes closed with a soft murmur, tail thumping lazily against the ground.

The scent of fresh blood caught her attention, making her mouth water a bit in hunger. She peered up at him and he back at her. "You brought food." It was more of a statement than a question but he answered anyway.

"Yes I did." She could see the barest smirk curl at the corner of his maw.

"For just you?" She asked with a skeptically raised eye ridge. He knew she would be famished by now.

"For both of us." He replied again plainly. She waited for him to continue with a but... therefore... and...? Nothing.

"May I have some?" She queried at length, having a good idea of where this was going. His widened grin confirming her suspicions.

"Maaaaybe." His response was playfully, his hips wiggling energetically.

The black dragoness let off a playfully exaggerated sigh, shifting her eyes from his to his haunches. Sure enough his deep violet shaft was peeking, a thin strand of his sheathslime dripping from the tip. The big black gave her partner a dubious look before lifting her snout up to nuzzle between his thighs, rubbing her nosetip against his heavy orbs and licking wetly along his sheath. Mother had always said she had to eat her dinner before desert; Jerbie seemed to like it the other way.