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The warm summer weather brought about a break in the spring rains and the sun peeped through the cloud cover as Ni'cko Taver sgave her wings a slight shake and stretched her gravid body out with a slight yawn. She pressed against the dark rock to try and soak in more of the heat, doing her best to let it ease the ache of her muscles. Her stomach was bulging with a clutch so large that she was dismayed to think about just how many she would be forced to lay and care for. The court was already irritated at her first clutch of four healthy dragonets that were already well on their way to fledging. They clearly showed her bloodlines, there was no doubt that one of them would rise to be her heir. Their hybrid nature was diluted by her rather aggressive mate's bloodline, making them more draconic save for the strip of mane that ran along their lower necks and the tuft of their tails. Another generation and there would be no telling that a canine had once pushed its way into the royal bloodlines.

The court was once more growing in size as she was able to push at the dragon's in the southern states and retrieve them back home. Eventually life would return to normal, at least, she assumed it would. She hoped that it would. Ni'cko sighed a little bit and shifted on her swollen stomach and let her eyes slide over the natural sweep of the mountain valley. Her eyes were fixated on the distant valley, nostrils flared open wide as she let out a breath and shifted her hind legs slightly. It was the first time in weeks that she'd been able to not only escape her court, but her mate. The rough primal creature that dominated her days and nights didn't tolerate her independence from him. He had no interest in ruling, but he would do whatever he had to to make sure that she remained submissive to him within the bounds of th,e bedroom. That kept her guards around her and loyal to her, loyal to him.

She had no guards loyal to herself, it was a dangerous situation to be in and it was time to put an end to it. She needed a guardian that would be loyal to her alone, that would be a line between herself and even her mate if need be. Her tail tip flexed lightly behind her while her eyes ran over the mounded rocks that marked the start of the mountains. Her eyes lidded a little studied the narrow passages that marked the trails that the animal she had been studying for days. The bronze carrun had only been spotted a handful of times in the last month, but that was enough to bring her from her court to begin to follow him. The animal was an anomaly, somehow evading the settled lands of the eastern coast and been allowed to grow without bonding to a family.

The creatures were uniquely bred, though she didn't know if they were a hybrid or truly their own species, they were highly prized for being unwaveringly loyal to their family lines and ruthlessly protective of them. Carrun were highly prized and only the wealthy could afford them. Their long lives and unwavering loyalty made them perfect guardians for children and adults alike. Breeders carefully retaining any and all fertile females, which were outnumbered by males four to one. They bred slowly, their eggs could take years before they were ready to hatch, but each one was raised and pampered until they were old enough to be introduced to a family. There were cases of carrun being passed down five generations or more, which made the sight of a feral one alarming for many reasons. It could be one that had broken free of a family, while it was nearly unheard of, cases of abuse had caused the creatures to flee.

She paused as she saw him on the rocks, just as he always was this time of day, stretched out in the sun as if he hadn't a care in the world. She had been lucky to come past him, but it had taken time to actually stalk him, find where he denned. It had taken cunning to not let others know what she had found, especially when her 'mate' kept such close tabs on her now that she was growing closer to her clutching time. He was intelligent, for his kind, but she was smarter and as her success began to grow she knew that she needed a guard that would defend her without personal politics. Her eyes ran over the carrun in silent appreciation, here was a creature that would protect her, guard her, obey her and her offspring.

He was impressive looking, the bronze on gold markings were reminiscent of fall leaves, the broad wedge shaped head showed a hint of age and the powerful compact body was well toned. He had obviously lived here for some time judging by the size of him and the scarring that showed he had tried to fight for mates. They could be incredibly aggressive, dangerous and unpredictable when they were trying to fight off suitors. Many of them didn't live to full adulthood given the small numbers of females that they fought over. That's why they were incredibly easy to tame down to guard a family. They were often paired with married men who had wives, made to feel a part of the home, naturally guarding any female they felt was 'theirs'.

_Though I doubt the two leggers do what I shall have to do. They get them as hatchlings. _ She thought with a little snort to herself and leapt up with a little beat of her wings, trying to be silent.

The carrun was larger than she had expected. He wasn't quite the size that she was, but he was heavier and more densely muscled. His body wasn't designed for flight, but for powerful ambushes and running. It meant that he was quite delightfully perfect for her purposes. In the palace her enemies wouldn't be able to use their wings to take her, and on the ground, the heavy jaws and powerful head were enough to kill even the most determined assassin. She had seen his kind before and watched them fight in a few of the two legger wars when she had been younger and her father had wanted to educate her on battle. They didn't just fight with brute strength, they fought with cunning.

She continued along the rock work edges, speeding up into an easy trot as she kept one of her ears aimed towards the drowsing beast. She was light on her feet, despite her heavy stomach, her nostrils flared a little bit to take in the scents. Today would be the day that she'd finally do something to draw him to her. It wouldn't be with food or sweet words, neither would work on a fully adult male carrun. He was no hatchling to imprint with, but he would guard his female, something that she intended to be. It might not be something a queen should do, but the drusky had long since shed away the dignity of that office in return for her survival. She was already pregnant, there would be no harm in courting him, and all accounts had showed her that they were not picky about who they took as lovers.

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The carrun stretched himself out in the sun and drowsed, his thoughts muddled with the large meal he had eaten and the warmth of the sun that baked his armored scales. It was a content sensation that was very like the drowsy memories of a time when he had had people to feed him and groom him, a family that had gifted him with a light collar on his throat and wide open rooms filled with soft things to lay on. The memories were fuzzy, very little that he could recall save that it had been a golden edged time where people had stroked him and fussed over him. He remembered only when the sun was on his scales and he was fed to a somnolent state. The past mattered little, not at this point, not when it was so long ago that it was all mists and shadows, even the scent of the family.

TCK TCK TCK TCK!

The sound of something clattering near the base of the tree line, the rattle of bushes as something moved in a rapid line through the brush. He yawned a little bit and curled his tongue, sitting up with a push before scratching the line of his neck with a series of scrapes against the rough edges of his scales. He kept his attention on the noise, keeping his poise relaxed. He had no reason to fear anything in the forest. He was large enough that predators had fled from him to safer hunting and the prey animals would flee the moment he showed himself. He continued to scratch while the noises continued and there was a burst of movement as something moved and there was a sound that wasn't animal, a sound that brought his head whipping upwards.

It wasn't the animalistic sounds of prey or predator, it was a sweet fluting sound of a voice that made his memories stir and his attention narrowed down in a way that it hadn't before. He stiffened and lifted his head up high as there was another sweet sound, very like bird sound, enticing and calling to him as he got up on all fours and gave his tail a lash. He let out a low noise in his throat before stepping forward and flared his nostrils, tasting the air. It was faintly there, a sweet musky sort of smell, tempered with the scent of flowers that made him part his squared jaws to sample the air with a lash of his tongue. It wasn't quite right, not what he recalled, but it was close enough that put on a burst of speed, leaping from the rocks.

He trained in on his 'prey' easily by the sounds of movements, the little bursts and tremors of the bushes luring him on as he let out bestial little noises in his throat. The stirring was a mixture of wariness and eagerness, twisted together to make him lose caution as he jumped down and saw a flash of vibrant edge of blue, a hint of black as he pushed down some of the brush cover. He curled his lips back as he saw four legs, snarling out and tightening his muscles for battle as the creature swung it's head back to peer at him without any fear or aggression. The furred mane shifted slightly as it called out again, the bird-like sounds forming nearly forgotten words that made him let out a warning hiss.

She was wrong, the sounds were right, but she was wrong. The four legs disturbed him as he padded back and forth and listened to her speaking, his teeth curled back in a snarl while she made a show of folding her wings back. She, yes she, his nostrils to pick out the scents that marked her as such. It wasn't the raw female scent of a doe or a bitch, it was something more complicated that made him soften his snarl as she moved slowly. She wasn't aggressive, she was offering him no hint of fear, either, she was speaking softly, carefully. He took a step forward, flicking his tongue out to examine her scent more intimately.

She was built very like him, the body shape covered in a mixture of scales and fur, which was wrong, but she was close enough in shape that he began to stalk around her. His head lowered even with his shoulders, eyes flashing slightly while she followed him with her eyes, but kept her body in place so that there was no attempt to defend herself or escape. She kept making those sounds, so familiar those sounds, making him feel light headed and his guard relaxed as he flicked his tongue out again. The taste of her was growing more interesting by the moment. Thoughts of food, of driving her away, were lost as he detected the sweet aroma of brooding female. It made his body run hot with a primal desire. Brooding mothers were fertile ones...

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Ni'cko was breathing too fast, her heart was hammering in her ears as she stared at the carrun and tamped it down as he walked around her. She felt the urge to leap into the sky and flee in the face of the large predator. He was so dragon-like, but the animal that looked at her was just that, an animal. A well bred and created animal that seemed to weight what she was as she remained on all fours and presented him with the full outline of her body in the hopes that he would take it as an offering of peace instead of aggression. There was every chance that he was so wild he wouldn't view her as anything more than prey or a rival predator, but she had hope, especially when his tongue began to dart out into the air at her.

"You know I'm different, don't you.." She crooned, using a soothing tone as she kept up her constant speaking. "You must have been out here a long time, but you still know words, you haven't forgotten those."

The creature puffed out, his head dropped and he licked the ground. She realized that he was dragging his tongue right over one of her footprints, examining it before his growl spiked up in the air and his eyes brightened. The look in them fixated on her and kept her pinned in place as he took another advancing step forward, his head swung back and forth a few times as if he were waiting for her to do something. She held her ground, refusing to show herself as either scared or a threat, instead, she kept herself at ease and allowed him to come to her on his own. Such a creature couldn't be captured by force or fear, he had to be won to her, his loyalty wrapped around her and she curved her neck before she let out a soft crooning sound from low in her throat.

He approached closer, the rough strange scent of him was filling her nostrils, making her breathing catch in her throat while he came close enough that his tongue nearly touched her. She had made no real attempt to hide her scent beneath the more decorous oils that many dragons preferred. Instead, she had tried to make sure more natural, more appealing to the carrun rumbling at her with interest, his eyes glittering brightly. There was intelligence there, not a match for her own, but more than a dog or falcon. He advanced another step and she tipped her head down slightly as she felt the blast of heat running along her haunch, causing her to subdue a shiver.

"You're magnificent, larger than the ones I saw with Papa." She said with feeling, watching the muscles rippling beneath the scarred hide. "I can't even guess how long you've been here."

Ni'cko kept her voice light and soft, pushing away fear and doubt, only trying to sound soothing as she was examined. Carrun wouldn't harm people unless they were in battle or defending their chosen family, and this was neither. He wouldn't hurt her, he wouldn't do more than leave her if he were uninterested. Very likely he would give a few mock snarls in warning and then slip away, at least, that's what she was telling herself as the large animal stepped close enough that his nose touched her shoulder and slid down. The subtle caress of scales on her made her tense up briefly, her eyes flashing before she felt the slide running against her wings, his breath ruffling up the line of her mane.

She dug her toes against the ground, doing her best to keep calm. He would accept her. Everything said that he would. He was alone and mateless, there weren't any carrun living wild, not even other males, he was driven to protect and form close bonds. She would give him that chance with her, invoking the desire to protect and nurture, courting him as she let out a soft thrumming purr when he tentatively touched her neck with his tongue. His low sound was sweet, not threatening at all, instead he relaxed some of his posture and ran his tongue out again as if to better take in her scent. Some part of her relaxed as she curved her neck, casting an eye back to watch him as he shifted on those large muscular paws.

"A fine lad, you know a friend when you have met one..." She praised softly and leaned into his touch. "You have been out here too long, my lonely fellow. You would be a prince in my care."

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The carrun enjoyed the sounds the female made, they were sweet and made his body relax in answer to them, but his attention was on examining her. It was the first that such a female had passed his territory in so long that he could barely remember the last time he had sniffed one that might be compatible. She wasn't his own species, but her scent was just close enough that he felt a possessive surge of desire as he padded around her and licked her neck again. The subtle mixture of arousing scents and tastes were rolled over to be examined. If she had smelled of heat and fertility he would have been less tolerant of her voice, the slow pace of his examine, but the scent of her was one of well bred.

It was an unmistakable scent that caused him to snort it out, the faint tang of male on her wasn't enough for him to worry over as he thrummed out in approval. Her stomach showed the unmistakable bulge of a growing clutch, but he lingered there instead of passing it by. The female was without a mate, without a guard, she had wandered into his territory without so much as a token scent of the male that had filled her with eggs. The carrun rumbled low in his throat as she adjusted her stance and one of her paws lifted to touch him. He didn't object, the touch was pleasant, making him arch as the female lost the faintly fearful scent. She kept making those lovely noises as he examined her with more interest.

What male would let a clutching female be alone? Every instinct was to protect them, hunt for them, keep them safe and build a lair for them to lay in. He touched her stomach with his tongue, his disapproval growing as he saw the state of her. Whatever male had implanted his seed was so far gone that he couldn't even scent him near her haunches. With a casual rub of his head he marked her with his own scent, stimulating the glans just along his jawline to leave a marking boldly against her tail. She was taller than he was, but not by much, her build quite like his own, but she was lighter excepting her stomach. He was pleased by that and became more interested as she stroked down his side with a light touch, causing him to purr low in his throat.

His nostrils flared open wide, the delicate touch puffing out a breath and then drawing it back in again as he tipped his head all the way back and bumped her haunches firmly. If the male couldn't hold his females it mattered little to the drake, especially as she readily accepted his scent as he stroped his muzzle back and forth over her hind quarters. The markings grew wider, spreading further over the area as he puffed out a series of eager breaths, sampling her and flicking his tongue out briefly to touch just beside the base of her long tail. The primal urge to have her made him flare his tail up, his muscles tensing as he extended his tongue and began to roughly lick along the base of her tail.

Half dead memories of other females stirred, but they were in a fog of yesterdays as he snuffled and marked just above her tail. The female actually tipped her tail up for him, seemingly accepting his proposition, though not so eager as she might have been. He nipped firmly, causing a short squeal that erupted from her throat before she gave a jump forward and he shoved his muzzle down to nip right behind her hind leg. He crooned out his pleasure in her, a deep soothing sound even as he began to respond to what she represented. An unmated female heavy with a clutch could be claimed by a drake, there were so few females, it was natural that they were readily equipped with the ability to take care of that problem.

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"Nnnf... Calm down..." Ni'cko tried to keep her soothing tone as the heavy muzzle pushed beneath her tail and she felt a blast of heat on her nethers.

Her fear of the carrun was melting away with the positive attention he was giving her, the lack of aggression that seemed to be inviting her to be welcomed by him. She tried to stroke him, to give him the attention that a two legger might have gifted him with and that seemed to interest him, but he was more interested her. She knew that this was to be expected, everything she read spoke about the fact that females outside of their species were objects of great lust for them. The unspoken hint had been that several families had willingly allowed their own females to be taken by the animals to make sure their bonds were tightened. She had allowed her...mate to do worse, and now he was her consort. This carrun had no ambitions, no way to be taken from her once they were bonded.

She didn't push him away as his interest slipped along her haunches, dipped downwards to run just between the inner thighs until she felt the warmth of the tongue pushing out to sweep over the edges. It was shockingly hot feeling, even out of season, the caress along her mound made the queen hiss out and arch her back up higher in the air. Her eyes lidding closely shut while the dipping touches startled her until another tremor that run traced over the edges and the side of the cheek rubbed just between her legs. The stroke made her tighten up, her tail hiking a bit higher as she let out a low encouraging sound from deep in her throat. Her back arching upwards in reaction as the tongue stroked right up and between her thick soft lips, suddenly darting and rubbing just along the fine sensitive inner walls.

"Ahh... you are... gentle." Ni'cko gasped out as the tongue swept upwards with a series of stroking pushes.

They were exploratory, the muzzle pushed between her legs firmly as the thick oral muscle began to twist and twine along the bud of her clit. It startled her into letting out a hissing groan of delight, feeling how he lingered on her, sampling with a wet trail of saliva that coated her messily. It curled upwards, working and running in just the right motion to make her shiver and lift her tail up higher. It was an attentive touch, one that was dipping and delving inwards as the hot breath puffed out against the her underside with a gentle tease this way and that. She lifted her hips up higher in the air, offering herself into his caresses that darted this way and that, running right along the bud of her clit in a manner that sent a tremor tearing down her back. Her wings spread and the drusky let out a series of croons to encourage the touch.

His tongue was soft feeling, delicate as it danced about this way and that, darting at times and then relaxing. Her own arousal starting to grow in response, glistening along the outer lips in answer to the persistent strokes. The muzzle pushed harder beneath her tail and one of the muscular forepaws dropped down heavily onto her haunches and dug down firmly. The claws gave a little dig, just firmly enough to let her know they were there and then the tongue swept up with a lewd wet noise. The slurp trailed up all the way up until it nearly kissed against her anal ring. Her head tossed back slightly, her legs bracing themselves as best that she could, letting herself relax into the touch.

It wasn't until the tongue began to dig into her, spreading and parting her passage, that she realized that the carrun was growing more animated. The attentions were soon glutting her with the length of the tongue, the weight of it prying her open wide to leave her crying out in a short cry, her eyes flashing wider as it dug upwards. It was a powerful tongue, thick and heavy, forcing her walls open to the widest point as the tip gave little flickers and darts. The movements were designed to dig in deeper as the paw on her haunches dug in a bit harder, gripping down as the textures changed. The tongue no longer felt silky and smooth, but began to rasp through her, causing her to jerk in place and gape her jaws in a short angry hissing sound.

She was spread achingly wide, straining open to the point that she was squirming back and forth while her toes dug down. She tried to dip her haunches beneath his paw, to duck away from the tongue tip starting to force its way deeper. The ache was throbbing slightly as the tongue tip gave a series of short hard jabs and the paw pushed down harder against her. The pinch and scrape formed welts against her as the very tip of the tongue sank itself into the most delicate crevices and probed against a narrow opening. It made her jump in place, Ni'cko crying out as she felt the barrier of her cervix being stimulated and twisted about.

"Easy... easy there..." She warned, and suddenly the paw slipped up higher along her back. The carrun wasn't listening to her.

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The female was writhing and twisting about wildly, she was beginning to grow less compliant and more agitated, but he pushed down with his paw. He snarled, vibrating the line of her passage with a rough noise as he lapped his tongue inwards. The taste of her was stimulating him, making his shaft begin to bulge outwards and reveal the thick heavy cock tip that was emerging. The pent up energy was being released in a flush of white hot need as he probed right against her cervix. Her writhing movements were to be expected, she was confused, but she was his. The scent of him on her body encouraged that possessive desire as he began to taste and flicker right along the opening of her cervix.

She seized up around his tongue as he probed her, her sounds less sweet now, the threat and snarls were attempting to drive him away, but they did the opposite. He wanted her, the desire was swallowing him down as he pushed harder against the cervix and he moved his other paw up so that he was forcing her haunches downwards. The does dug down and she was forced to drop herself down onto her stomach as he felt her cervix flex. He rubbed his tongue back, stimulating her, keeping her worked up to make it easier for him to begin working over the edges.

The tip wedged itself against the narrow opening, guiding himself with a little thrum of approval when she didn't try to twist around to attack him. Her protesting snarls and angry noises were nothing when they weren't backed up with an attack. She knew she needed to be possessed by a strong drake able to protect her. The carrun pushed harder forward, squeezing and shoving, prying as he began to dip forward and push itself right against the opening hard enough that it began to buckle forward. He pulled his tongue backwards again, scraping with a slight rasp began to spread her open wider, pushing and feeling the contractions pull around the length of his oral muscle. His hot puffs of breath pushed upwards while he felt the barrier start to give way.

His teeth scraped against either side of the mound, not hurting, but plucking as he put his weight into his forepaws. She was letting out a squeal, the sound high pitched as he began to shove his tongue inwards, feeling the ring of muscle start to spread open wider. It was an ache and twinge that caused her to kick back slightly, but he persisted. He delicately pushed and nudged, twisting and contorting his tongue strangely so that he could feel the weight of it starting to pry open wider, putting more pressure on the soft spongy barrier, his breathing coming out in short harsh gasps.

The wet trail of his muzzle grew as the saliva began to slip over the edges while the toes kneaded and worked. The scent of the female wasn't flush of heat and fertility, but it was still enticing. His nostrils flared open wide, sucking it down while his cock began to push outwards from his vent, growing heavier by the moment as the base of his cock began to push open. The scaling was peeled back, the flesh forming rolls as his own musk flavored the air. His tongue tip began to pierce into the female's most intimate parts, searching towards the eggs that glutted her stomach. Eggs no drake was going care for, and if they weren't, he was going to give the female a clutch worth of her.

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Ni'cko let out a snarling cry, her head tipped back as the drusky felt the tongue piercing her in a way she had never imagined. There was a rippling contraction that cramped her body and caused her body to give a jerk upwards. The paws on her haunches kept her down, the claws were hooking against her tender skin so that she let out a ragged noise of protest. She twisted slightly, her tail lashing back and forth, but he pulled her down harder to the ground as the tongue suddenly drove right into the barrier of the cervix. The next cramp took her breath away as the tongue tip began to pry her wider and wider, straining her to the point that she could barely catch her breath.

The thickness of the tongue base kept her open as wide as he could possibly go while there was another twinge, the tongue tip was pushing forward and working into places the tongue never should have worked on. Ni'cko dropped her jaw and started to pant in short shallow bursts, her tongue falling out as she felt the tongue starting to squeeze into her over filled egg chamber. It was an achingly worked with an incredibly long tongue tip that twisted around lightly. She felt her stomach tighten again, small contractions that rippled trough her and clutched around the tongue that was mockingly rubbing back and forth through her body. The drusky queen splayed her hind legs wider, trying to ease the pressure before there was a twitch upwards.

Her eggs were moved around with a push and rubbed as one of the egg was shifted slightly, making her stomach bulge strangely. He was actually suckling and violating that tender area, something that she hadn't thought possible as the carrun crooned at her soothingly. It wasn't outright aggressive, he wasn't really hurting her, but she still jerked and gave a jump that made him shove harder down against the haunches. The tongue twisted and suddenly she felt the egg being drawn backwards, pulling against the ring of her cervix, bulging it open wider and wider. The tugs making her hiss out while the creature's hot breath blasted right beneath the line of her tail.

The egg was being worked outwards, gaping her wider, the creature was working and twisting his oral appendage around the orb and was pulling it from her body. It was too soon, the eggs weren't full formed as the shells were still soft and leathery. There was give, he was able to get purchase on the orb that was drawn outwards and she arched her stomach up in the air. She snarled out, trying to inch forward to get away from him, but the paws hooked right in front of her hind legs and dragged her back as the orb was forcibly splayed open wide. The rubbery ring gaped itself as she felt the texture of the tongue offset with the smooth texture of the egg being pulled out with a wet popping noise.

The queen let out a high pitched call, her jaws gaped as wide as they could go while she felt the egg being dragged from her passage. The slow and steady ache as the tongue withdrew with its prize. Her walls contracted and twitched, contracting and squeezing, pushing with a straining ache. The wet trail of saliva and her own arousal was clinging along her outer lips as she began to feel her walls pushing open wider. The way her muscles worked and twitched were pushing around the egg and tongue both, her nose filled with the sharp scent of musk and arousal. The ache suddenly sharpening as she let out a snarling cry and the tongue withdrew, the egg splitting her open wide as it pulled out into view.

The drusky swung her head back with a wild look to see the carrun holding the leathery shelled orb in its maw, the nostrils flaring a little before the drake tipped his head back. To her horror, the creature pulled the egg into it's maw and closed it, the throat bobbing as it swallowed its prize whole and entire with obvious relish. Her cunny was split wide, glistening and twitching slightly as the carrun licked his jaws with an impossibly large tongue and her eyes were drawn to something equally wet. The hanging cock was swinging down along the line of the lower stomach, swollen and fleshy, ridges standing out as the tip drooled out a spill of precum, spiking the air with the thick primal scent of rutting drake.

Ni'cko's plan was working, the knowledge was like a punch in the gut as she realized that the way it was working wasn't how she planned. The massive muzzle pushed beneath her tail again and the she felt the tongue twisted over the edges with a series of short licks. The greedy touch making her writhe in place, her tail snapping out before the thick tongue began to shove its way into her body again. He was after her eggs, he was actually going to empty her of her clutch! Her eyes flashed white, casting back towards the monstrous creature wedging her back open once more.

_What good is a female already full of another male's eggs? _ She thought, cursing her own idiocy as she felt the tongue tip starting to dig in against her cervix.

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The drusky's eyes squeezed shut and she gave a twisting contorting movement, twisting herself in place as the curl of the tongue caught another one of her eggs and she felt it drawing backwards and pulling along the opening of her cervix. The forceful drag caused her to give a jump forward, but the paws kept her in place with a forceful grab. The hot panting breath pushed against the inside of her thighs and pushed over the edges as the tongue tip dragged and splayed the walls open wider and wider. The strain and stretch causing her to feel a cramp that ran over her stomach, her walls began to twitch as muscles readjusted and felt the smooth drag pulling outwards. The leathery shell worked to form fit her passage as it was pulled from her.

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The carrun took his time to capture the eggs, his jaws watering as he swallowed them down one at a time, lingering on the full feeling as the final one was slowly pulled free. The steady drag opened up the glistening cunny before he cupped the leathery shell in his maw. The taste of it was rich and arousing as the muscles twitched and quivered, the last egg quite large in his jaws. His throat began to strain open wide as it glutted all the way down to his full stomach. The feel of it resting low in his belly with the others reassuring, invigorating as the female was shaking beneath his paws. Her noises had become more primal, less chirping and sweet sounding as she had her upper body dropped down on the ground, her jaws parted open with short pants.

His scent was thick on her, the faint memory of the other scents were fading away and disappearing beneath his own musk. He felt a possessive wave of pleasure as he sampled those scents and flicked his tongue out several times. She was trembling, no longer trying to escape him, which was how it should be. Once a female was removed of a rival clutches eggs she was ready and willing for the superior male. He darted his head up and lightly nipped against the line of the tail, pinching firmly. The hips were jerked up higher in the air, pushing all the way up in the air with the hind legs splayed open wide in answer to the stimulating touch. The angry hisses meant little to him, it was her body that showed him what she needed.

His own body was priming itself, the hormones were flushing through his body in such a way that he felt slightly light headed. His blood was pounding, readjusting himself to make sure that the female would be his own. It was a quirk of his species, something used to claim clutching females after taking their eggs. A female's body was prepped to carry eggs and after taking them he had to replace them. She would still be docile and complacent, accepting the new drake's role as her mate. It took effort and energy to change his body subtly, calling up hormones that were in charge of his reproductive abilities.

This was his, he nipped up the line of her back as his cock gave a series of little twitches and quivers beneath his stomach. The precum was drooling down, achingly hard and throbbing while the sharp ridges that ran along his underside stood out plainly. He took his time, pushing his forepaws up along the larger female and feeling her flatten further to the ground. She was so light bodied that her height mattered little in the grander scheme of things, his more muscular form was able to pin her in place as her head swung up. She was close enough to a female of his own kind that his cock twitched harder beneath him, eager for her as he reached out with his jaws and clutched down right along the base of her neck.

The moment his teeth hit her she hissed out, her wings flexed and she tried to heave up, but he only had to push his stomach down against the line of the back. His cock dragged up to push against her inner hind legs, marking her as he did so, feeling her tail twitching against the curve of his hip. He curled his paws around her stomach, flexing hard and digging her nails as he gave a pull backwards, dragging her haunches upwards as his cock tip danced and rubbed against her. Each movement marked her further, coating the messy syrupy mixture up and down over her, making sure that she was marked in his scent while pushing harder. The toes curled up, digging the claws into the curve of the belly with a careful flex, feeling the empty state of her egg chamber. This was his, his female, his mate...

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Ni'cko felt the teeth gripping her neck possessively, his weight pinned her in place as the breath puffed out in a series of short tremors. The powerful forelegs pressed close to either side as the cock tip jabbed and slipped upwards, the weight of it smeared back and forth messily. The precum was gathering up and pushing against her violated mound as she gaped her jaws open wide, panting shallowly. Her body was shaking, stimulated to the point that it was hard to think. The tongue had more than just pulled the eggs from her, it had roughly stroked and pulled to make her body react. Her nerves felt swollen and vulnerable, throbbing in time with her heart beat as the carrun trilled and the hips dipped down lower.

She felt the vibrations of the croon on her back as the heavy beast shifted his weight at just the right angle that drew the glistening cock tip downwards along the plump outer lips. The wet trail oozed down and coated her, sticky feeling as the stomach arched upwards before the cock tip began to shove forward with a harder grind. There was no thought placed into how he moved, it was primal and needy, the rocking thrusts and rolls shoved the cock tip forward. The squirt of wetness flushed into her passage before he spread her open with a firm buck. The sudden shove squelched the stiff length into her passage inch by steady inch, making her walls tighten down and mold around the ridges that stimulated her already worked up body.

The powerful roll of the hips fed more and more into her, the flexing grip of the paws kept her from writhing free as the forceful thrust rattled her. The animalistic motions took little care with her as the length of the cock began to saw in and out of her body, shoving forward with powerful drives that spread her open wider and wider. The precum was squirting into her already too sensitive body, pushing over the edges and coating further into her passage. The tip jabbed harder, smearing the wetness through her as the grip on her neck was readjusted. The teeth clutched down tightly while the weight of the cock base began to pry her open wider, straining into a taut wide ring.

The lewd wet noises filled her ears as she squealed out, her hips were shoved up high in the air as the base sank home, the line of the vent ground itself against her with a brutal strength. She was breathing raggedly as she closed her eyes, her head dropped down to the ground leaving her to struggle with the feeling of the ridges plucking through her body. They weren't designed for her, but they still stimulated and teased, making her walls clutch down with small contractions that suckled and pulled. The wetness of her own arousal was mixed with the precum messily while the weight pushed down harder and she felt the teeth dug down harder.

The carrun snarled at her, the wild noises were ringing in her ears as the hips yanked back and the ridges popped free. The feel of them slipping outwards made her hips jerk upwards in a brief reaction before he drove forward again. The impact of his body against her own rattled her, making her splay her legs open wide to try and brace herself against the powerful rippling plunges. The wetness coated over the edges as the tip pushed right up firmly against the line of her splayed cervix. The bubbling precum sank into the aching opening of her recently aching egg chamber. The back arched upwards slightly while the weight kept her pinned in place, refusing to let her up as he worked his haunches in wild short thrusts.

The ridges stimulated her, taunting and making her muscles contract down painfully tight around him, causing the carrun to work his hips harder. The paws shifted against her stomach, rough and possessive, giving her no room to escape their hold. The claws pricked her, dragging with a rough pull that ran down the line of the belly while the roughened jabs became wilder, harder, shorter so that the ridges were rasping in and out. It felt good and ached, her body was throbbing in time with her pounding heart, saliva began to slide along the line of her furred neck. The drusky couldn't do anything to throw him off, the bucks and attempts only garnered low growls and the constant shift of the jaws.

Ni'cko's chest was shoved down against the ground, her ass was pushed higher up in the air as the base began to shove forward harder. The stretch and strain worked her muscles until she swallowed around the heavy knot that was opening her up. She wasn't able to breathe, her jaws opened wider, gasping slightly as the ridges became more defined by the moment. They were keeping her on edge, making her hips jerk, jumping a little bit as the powerful hips were a blur. The sound of flesh hitting flesh rang in her ears, making it impossible to hear anything else except the rapid pounding sounds. The lewd wet noises became louder, the harsh mixtures of musk and arousal was in the air, filling each gasping breath she managed to gulp down.

The tip began to nudge into her cervix, opening her up wider as the base swelled wider and wider, gaping and straining the walls to the widest point. The throbbing sensations were building, holding her wide open before she let out a snarling cry. The drusky's entire body was tensed up at the sensation of the knot opening her, prying the muscles, making them naturally clamp down. The movements closed down around the ridges, clutching around them naturally, the movements kept her stimulated, holding on edge as the scaled haunches pushed forward with a slight twitch began to form right along the knot.

The pulses came in short bursts, small twinges and quivers, they began right near the base and then pushed upwards. The flush of warmth pushed through her body, a shocking strain that made her jump in place. She snarled and jerked her head up high in the air, her eyes bulging a little bit as the stream of warm gooey strands of seed flushed out into her body, flooding her recently emptied cervix. The bulging from the cock traveled up along the knot as the male let out a hissing sound and released her neck. Why should he hold onto her neck when he was tightly knotted inside of him? She wasn't going to be able to jerk away, not without hurting herself.

The thick bulge of the knot seemed to be moving up along the cock, the swollen length was quivering slightly, pulsing and pushing up the thick orb that made her suck down a breath. Her eyes flashed to one side, barely opening them before she let out a ragged noise as the orb pushed up further along the shaft, an orb that shouldn't have been there. It wasn't the knot, which was still sealing her shut, it was something else that was traveling up along the spire. There was another squirt of liquid, hot and creamy, splattering into her egg chamber, but it was the orb that was pushing upwards, probing against her achingly dilated cervix.

She let out another soft hiss, her teeth bared angrily and tried to jerk away, yanking against the knot until she winced and had to remain down. The drusky felt something very like a soft egg pushing into her cervix, pushed through the length of the quivering shaft. The sensation making her stomach feel heavier and more swollen, pushing and opening her up wider. The cramp rippled along the line of her belly with a tightening of her muscles, her hips jerking in place while she felt the weight of the orb pierce inside of her. The push making her stomach strain wider, filling her egg chamber before the orb escaped the shaft, stuffing into her as the carrun snarled shortly and gave his hips a jabbing thrust forward.

"What... are you doing..." She panted out, her voice ragged and trembling as the hips gave a series of short jabs and rubs.

The carrun crooned at her, wordless and without meaning as the next twitch of the shaft began to push another heavy orb up along the length of the too thick cock. His hips remained snug against her own, refusing to move as he pushed upwards with a thick heavy stream of creamy cum that mixed with the orb he was trying to use to replace the clutch he'd eaten. The books had never talked about that, never hinted at the possibility, the scrolls had simply indicated that males weren't picky about the mates they picked being in season. Her eyes squeezed shut and she let out a muted snarl, her entire body jerking as the aching stretch forced the orb through her, pushing towards her dilated cervix.

The drake flexed the lower muscles, working to push up the faux-egg into the female's stomach, his paws gripping her as he educated intimately on his kind. Her body reeked of his scent, more than simply on a surface level. He marked her as his own, crooning tenderly at her as she let out a short cry. His breathing savoring the lighter sweeter mixture of her scent with that of his own headier musk. Delightful. His, this was his female, it had been so long.

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Ni'cko's claws lightly clicked against the line of the marble floors, her neck curved a little bit as the length of her tail twitched back and forth behind her. The weight of her heavy stomach was far lower than it had been, the faux-eggs becoming less fake with each passing day as the heavy load of seed the carrun had pushed into her remained to fertilized her eggs the moment she became fertile. Her mate need never know, she had no intention of telling him, it wasn't his business. It was enough that he watched over their first clutch and kept them safe so that one of them might assume her throne.

The carrun padded close behind her, the golden-scaled male quite content at walking beside her through the halls as she made her way towards her suite. It had taken them several days to return to her palace since the wingless creature couldn't fly and walking took time. After he had finished with her, he had made it clear he was attached, hunting for her and keeping close to her. Their bond still fresh and new, but something that she cultivated with care and continued to work to strengthen. It was new now, but with each day things would begin to deepen and grow richer.

"Majesty, you've returned!" The startled voice of her servant brought her head about, seeing the old fox regarding her with slightly wide eyes. "Your consort has-"

"I am well aware he's used my absence for his own gain." Ni'cko said with a slight sigh, flaring her nostrils a little bit. "It won't last."

"Yes, but..." The fox froze as he caught sight of the large carrun padding beside her.

Once upon a time, she had thought that the carrun would be something like war-dogs, but there was nothing dog-like in the way the beast moved beside her. She had named him Gild, and he moved like death. There was a pure deadly grace that came with the way his paws dropped to the ground, his shoulders rolling lightly and his head held at a level with his shoulders. He was powerful, even against the drakes of the mountains, he would be dangerous and deadly if it came down to fighting. His brilliant eyes were watching the hall warily as the fox stumbled and rushed up closer to her side, keeping her body between him and the animal that watched over her.

"He will not hurt you, he is as loyal to me as you have been." She said softly, tipping her head down towards him.

She prummed a reassuring noise down at the little one, her eyes warming to him before she looked down the line of the hall. If her Consort believed that he would use the clutch he sired with her to dominate her, he was wrong. She now had an ally that would support her, no matter his own politics, one that could be trusted with the smallest hatchling of her bloodline and keep it safe, but could easily kill the boldest assassin. Her court would respect him, it would raise her status among them for possessing such an animal. If she bore him a clutch, what the harm? Everything she read indicated that breedings with carrun only birthed offspring that bore the maternal genes, not the paternal.

She arched her neck and lengthened her stride as Gild snorted and gave a bump of his shoulder against her own. She was closer to regaining control of her court, now she had a Consort and his guard that solidified her rule, with Gild, she would maintain her independence and garner respect. She was going to be a queen that would go down in history, no matter her mixed heritage. She would sacrifice whatever she must to obtain her goals, she had already proven that twice over. And she would prove it again if she had too, her line would flourish and continue, and now she had a guardian that would keep them safe, bound to her bloodline alone.