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Winter smothered the valley in a cold, white blanket. The snowfalls that began in late autumn remained frequent visitors to our mountains and the lands beyond all the way until late spring. Though I cherished the silent peace that falling snow brought with it, even a dragon had her limits. After a day spent soaring on bitter winds and beneath swirling, white-gray clouds, I was more than ready to return home and warm my half-numb wings and frozen paws.

I knew my mate, Melakar, felt the same way. Instead of flying at my side, he had long since broken formation and surged ahead of me, beating bronze wings splotched with indigo against the cold air. The two of us had spent the day patrolling the outskirts of our people's sacred valley. As its sole remaining guardians, it was our duty to keep our lands safe. Though there were few dragons left here, their safety was our responsibility. With that responsibility fulfilled for the time being, we could finally get the hell out of the cold.

We were headed for Melakar's lair. Though we were mates, we each maintained our own homes, with our own collections of treasures and belongings, and our own beds. We split our time together between our homes, but Melakar had clearly set a course for his dwelling. That was fine with me, as his was much closer. As cold and worn out as I was, I was ready to just flop onto his bedding and pass out for the night.

At least I wasn't hungry anymore. Not long before the last leg of our journey, we chanced upon a herd of elk. We each slew one and feasted on warm flesh, drank of warm blood. The meal helped take the edge off of evening's chill, but fullness left me feeling lazy and heavy in the air. I could only imagine Melakar felt the same way, but his desire for a warm bed propelled him onward, forcing me to pump my own wings faster to catch up.

The exertion left my wings aching, a dull, thumping pain that echoed along the flight muscles of my back. It was not an unexpected feeling, and I pushed through it best I could. To keep my mind occupied, I admired my mate as I caught up with him. His broad details were in common with all the grand dragons of our clan. Spiny frills encircled his head, separate from his pointed ears. Talons tipped his vast membranous wings, and each of his four paws had fully retractable claws. Elegant, dark gray horns crowned his head. Like all males, a half dozen thick, curved spines lined either side of the end of his tail.

Melakar's colors, however, were quite unusual. Scales of bronze covered most of his body, a tone that was in and of itself uncommon, but doubly so when combined with the indigo markings that dappled him. Deep blue streaked his limbs, lined the edges of his frills, and mottled him all along his spine. With each passing year, the blue markings spread further across his back. His eyes shared the same deep blue tone, like the water of a bottomless lake under a clear summer sky.

Relief washed over me when familiar stony peaks finally came into view, illuminated by a cloud-muted sunset. Melakar's lair was located in a vaguely bowl-shaped valley, deep in the mountains. Immense talons carved from stone encircled it, like teeth around the gaping maw that was his cavern entrance. He descended in a sharp spiral, and I followed him down to the snowy ground.

Snow crunched beneath my paws as he touched down. My tender pads were already so cold they scarcely noticed the frozen ground. Melakar trotted towards his lair, and I followed just behind him, enjoying the sight of his swaying haunches and slinky tail. The long tunnel that led into the deeper stony enclosures of his home gradually warmed. Crystalline lumps in shadowy recesses cast a gentle blue light throughout the tunnel and into his lair. My nictitating membranes slid back into hiding when my eyes no longer needed protection from flight and frigid air.

The tunnel eventually spilled into the grand chamber that served as both sleeping quarters and living quarters for Melakar. The walls were sculpted to look as though there were dozens upon dozens of dragons, all working together to support the domed ceiling upon their upraised wings. The place had been carved out of the mountain by ancestor dragons long turned to dust. In times past, it functioned as a hall of law for the clan. Now, though, it was home only to a particularly untidy dragon. How Melakar could be so fastidious about cleaning and bathing himself, yet so unconcerned with the unkempt state of his lair, I would never know. It was simply one of his many quirks I had long since come to accept, however begrudgingly. I preferred to keep my lair as neat and organized as possible.

Lately he'd been staying with me, and the discrepancy between our two homes must have struck him. All at once he came to a stop so sudden I nearly stumbled over his tail. Melakar quickly began pushing aside books, scrolls, spare pillows, pouches of coins, random jewels, pewter drinking vessels, and other odds and ends.

He glanced back at me, flattening his spiny frills. "Erm, sorry, Ellamyriss. I'll clear you a path."

"You needn't bother." I nudged his haunches with my head, then gazed around the room. Where most dragons might collect valuable treasures, gold coins, ornate weaponry and ceremonial armor, Melakar collected books. And scrolls. And tomes. And wood blocks carved with runes. And inscribed stone tablets. They filled the grand shelves that lined his walls, and were strewn everywhere across the floor. "I won't step on anything that's going to hurt my paws, I promise."

Melakar snorted. "It's not your paws I worry for." He took a few more steps ahead, moving stacks of books aside as delicately as he might reposition a sleeping hatchling. "I don't want you to step on anything valuable!"

I glared at him, baring my fangs in playful challenge. "If you care that little for my well-being, perhaps I shall step on something valuable. On purpose." I made a show of gazing around. "Oh, no, on second thought, I don't see anything valuable in the whole place." I dropped my head to glance under his tail at his bronze testicles, still snug from cold. "I've found a pair of jewels, but they look to be of marginal value at best."

Melakar just shook his hind end at me. "As damn cold as it was out there today, I'm just happy you can still see the poor things."

I laughed and pushed my way past him, rubbing my folded wings against his. "Enough cleaning. I promise not to trod upon your belongings. If you ask nicely, I'll even help you tidy the place tomorrow. But for now, all I want is to flop somewhere warm."

My mate's bed was as messy as the rest of his home. It was a sprawling pile of everything soft, from pillows and cushions to animal hides and exotic silken blankets. Some of it was crafted by dragons, other items were given to us by friendly humans or other traders, and yet more of it was stolen. Though ostensibly located at the center of his living space, his bed stretched and sprawled in all directions, as if trying to colonize the rest of his lair one pillow at a time.

True to my word, I picked my way to the center of Melakar's bed without stepping on any of his prized possessions. There, I flopped down onto my belly atop the pile of warm softness, heaving a deep sigh of fatigued relief. The temperature deep inside the caverns was relatively even and pleasant year round, cool in the summer and warm in the winter. Already the numbness and chill in my wings and paws was fading to an itchy tingle. Warmth would soon follow.

I stretched out my limbs, then cocked a wing open in invitation for my mate. "Come over here, and give me somewhere warm to rest my paws."

"As Her Majesty wishes." Melakar bowed his wedge-shaped head, smiling. It was an old inside joke. He liked to tease me about the possibility that I may have had some royal blood, somewhere in my ancestry. Not that our clan had known a queen for ages. "Just keep your chilly paws out from between my hind legs this time." He flashed me a smile, frills up. "At least until they've warmed."

"Aww, you're no fun." I nosed at him and licked his scales as he lay down onto his belly alongside me. Earlier that day, after our dinner, I'd startled him with a snow-chilled paw pressed against his balls. "You yelped so adorably, too."

"And they nearly went into hiding!" Melakar laughed, scooting closer, then rolling partway onto his side to lay against me. I draped a foreleg across him, then stretched a wing over his body. Melakar was not quite as large as I was, a common difference between male and female dragons. "They're only just recovering now."

"Poor things," I said, laying my head down near him.

Melakar yawned, his pink tongue curling in his bronze muzzle. "They await your majesty's apology."

"And they're going to keep waiting." I gently stroked his scales with my paw. "You don't mind going straight to bed, do you?"

"No." Melakar shook his head, then gave my muzzle a tender, warming lick. "Truth be told, I'm exhausted. I'm more than happy to just lay here and..." He licked my nose, then settled his head alongside mine. "Be warm with you."

"Good."

With words no longer needed, we snuggled together, savoring one another's company, touch, and warmth. Scales brushed against scales, wings against wings. Our tails found one another, and twined together like lovers in their own right. I cradled him against my belly scales, draping a hind leg over one of his. I curled around him, idly stroking his scales. Now and then I nuzzled at his neck, licked one of his ears. Before long, I was warm again, and ever-so-content just to spend the evening curled with the dragon I loved.

Comfort soon lulled me towards slumber. I likely would have sunk deep beneath it's blissful waters if not for Melakar shifting himself against me. I opened my eyes to drowsy slits, scarcely aware they'd closed in the first place. Melakar shifted again, as though trying to get himself comfortable. For a moment, I was confused. He seemed as comfortable as me minutes earlier. Perhaps he had a limb falling asleep. Cuddling could be challenging for dragons, but we usually found a way to make it work.

The next time he moved, I felt his hind end shift against me, saw a hind leg change position, as if trying to make room. By this point in our lives, we'd been together long enough that I recognized that sort of shifting. I suspected our tender proximity was rousing a particularly intimate part of Melakar, even as the rest of him wanted nothing but slumber. I lifted my head to gaze along his underbelly. Sure enough, the bronze sheath slung between his hind legs was noticeably thicker than usual, with a pointed bit of red flesh peeking from it.

Melakar glanced up at me, and caught my wandering eyes. He nuzzled at my chin. "And here, I thought you wanted to go straight to bed."

"And I thought _you_were exhausted." I stroked his side with my forepaw, and rubbed his hind leg with my own.

"I am, but when has that ever stopped..." He arched his neck to peer down at himself. "It?"

I rumbled my amusement, brushing my muzzle against his neck. A bit more of his tapered mating organ slipped out into the open, as if eager to be seen. "Do you want me to help with it, before we sleep?"

Melakar swallowed and returned my nuzzling. "You needn't have to."

"I didn't say I had to. I asked if you wanted help?" I hooked my hind paw over one of his back legs and gently parted them, further exposing both his half-erect member and the plump bronze balls beneath it. "It looks as though it could use some help."

"Well, you're certainly not helping it go away." He tilted his head up, offering me a coy smile, his frills perked. "Though if you did, it might help me sleep."

"I'll bet it would."

While we teased one another, Melakar's erection continued to reveal itself. I always enjoyed watching a male's penis slide free from within his sheath. There was something tantalizingly alien about it, something thrillingly wicked yet deeply intimate at the same time. When fully unsheathed and erect, the organ itself was tapered, with a pointed tip, and a thicker base. It was a deep red color, almost the hue of rubies. While most of it was smooth, it did have several raised ridges encircling its base. Once it was completely freed, the sheath that usually protected it retracted.

"It always amazes me how quickly it shows itself when it's being discussed." I laughed, staring at the red thing laying against his bronze belly scales.

"I think it everts when it knows you're looking at it, because it wants to show off for you." Melakar gave my chin a few gentle licks.

I scrunched my muzzle, flattening my frills. "Evert is not a very sexy word. And even if you're right, I'm not sure what that says about you."

"I think it says, I love you and always wish to please you, My Queen?" The way Melakar's voice lilted upwards at the end made it sound as if he was asking a question. He bumped his nose against mine.

That made me laugh again, and I returned his affection, letting my tongue tip gently play out between his nostrils, a tiny draconic kiss. "I don't think that's what it means."

"Regardless...at this point, one of us is going to have to tend it, if I'm ever to get any sleep." Melakar held up his paws as if to prevent any retort. "Which I'm perfectly happy to do on my own, though I fear it may keep you up unless I slink to another room first."

"Oh, roll onto your back, you needy old thing."

Melakar did as I asked, rolling towards me till he was belly up. I moved aside to give him room to position his wings, then settled myself near his hind end. I set my forepaw on the inside of his thigh, teasing the fine bronze scales there in little circles. He shivered and made an adorable little needy sort of whimpering noise. I moved my paw down towards his tail, then massaged the underside of it, rubbing and caressing before sliding my paw back up his thigh.

"I shall help you, but you're only getting my forepaw." I shook a single finger at him. "Because it's late, and I'm tired, and because..." I stretched a wing to gesture at the mess all around us. "This place is filthy. If you expect to find yourself in my muzzle or upon my back again any time soon, I shall expect this place to be suitable for a Queen."

"Then tomorrow, my Queen..." Melakar spread his forelegs wide. "I promise you, it shall be spotless."

"It had better be." I patted his bronze balls, making them jiggle. "Because I know where these live." I gently took them into my grasp, cradling them. "And if you break a promise to me, the next time you find these in my paw, my grip may not be so gentle."

Melakar gulped, but then flashed me a wicked smile. "Only a fool would knowingly break a promise to a queen! And surely, any wise dragon who should break such a promise accidentally, would seek to appease his queen..." He made a show of licking his muzzle, pink tongue sliding over its blue markings. "With his tongue."

"If I were you, I'd clean this place up, and offer me your tongue." I rolled his testicles around in my grasp, caressing the tender things.

"Oh, but of course!" He uttered a low growl, his tail tip teasing at the scales of my own inner thigh. "And then, perhaps, mount you, and drive myself into you until you're screaming for more." He lowered his head in playful bow. "If it should please her majesty."

"If it pleased her majesty, she wouldn't have to ask for more." I glanced down at his wandering tail. "And do be careful with those spines."

"I'd never be anything but careful with you, Ellamyriss." The tip of his tail slithered further up, brushing against the edges of my sex. "And just so we're clear, while you make a fair point, I'd happily offer more any time you wished it."

"Which, where I not so thoroughly exhausted, I would happily request." I reached down to grasp his tail tip, and give it a teasing stroke. "But, if you start distracting me now, I'm liable to fall asleep before you're finished." I moved his tail away, and patted it. "Why don't you just relax and enjoy yourself?"

Melakar lay his head back down against the pillows and furs. "As you wish."

As he settled in for his pleasure, I toyed with his testicles. The plump eggs shifted around, showing themselves off against their soft bronze pouch. I massaged them in my grasp, and Melakar gave another little whimpering moan. He arched his back, causing his erection to jut up over his belly scales, bobbling.

I wrapped my free paw around his unsheathed maleness. Whenever I touched it, two things always stood out. First was it's heat. It was always exceedingly hot in my grasp, and hotter still when buried deep inside me. Second was the smoothness of it. Though quite hard when erect, a dragon's penis had a silken softness to its skin, so unlike anything else on his body. His balls were nearly as soft, as were his paw pads, but not the same. All the scales and natural armor that covered us allowed our few soft and silken parts to stand out all the more.

Still cradling Melakar's balls in my other hand, I stroked him in slow, even motions. Soft pads and silken flesh glided against one another, earning a delighted murmur from my mate. He rolled his hips, thrusting into my grasp. I kept a steady pace; not slow enough to be only a tease yet not fast enough to send him spilling across his belly scales too quickly. I rolled his balls around in time with my pumping, a combination which left his hind paws curling in bliss.

My pads brushed his ridges at the end of each stroke. Those were extra sensitive. Every few motions, I twisted my paw around to better stimulate them. Each time drew a new gasp from Melakar. I picked up my pace, working my paw up and down a little faster, a little harder. His tail coiled, and his head lolled back and forth, tongue nearly hanging from his muzzle.

Though I'd offered only my paw, I decided to give him just a little more. I released his balls and lowered my head, stretching my long neck. Still pumping him, I nosed at his balls, then swirled my tongue across them. Melakar gasped, and his bronze sack tightened slightly, outlining the delicate organs held within. I swirled my tongue around his eggs a second time. Then I tilted my head and lapped at them for a while. My tongue washed across Melakar's balls in matching time to the rhythm of my forepaw.

"Oh, Ella!" Only when pleasure stole his breath did Melakar use the shortened form of my name. "That's nice! So nice!"

Without reply, I lifted my muzzle, this time flicking my tongue across the tip of his mating tool. He whimpered and trembled. His trembling turned to a full-fledged shudder when I swirled my tongue around him there, too. My steady pumping was soon rewarded with a few little droplets dribbling from his pointed tip. I let them run down his length, then rubbed him again, slickening my pads. I lowered my head to resume lapping at his balls in time with my pleasuring.

Melakar rocked himself, thrusting through my grasp. His sounds of enjoyment grew both in volume and intensity, and in reaction, so too did my stroking. Soon I had him panting, and idly pawing at the air with his front paws. I eased his maleness up away from his belly scales, towards my muzzle. I shifted my grasp to cradle my fingers beneath it, leaving one side exposed.

Ever so slightly, I brushed my muzzle against his most delicate skin. I let him feel the heat of my breath upon him, let him wonder if I was going to take him into my muzzle after all. Then I flicked my tongue across his ridges. He tensed up, hissing. I did it again, several times in quick succession. Next, I pressed my muzzle to him, felt his warmth against it. Slow as could be, I dragged my tongue from ridges to his pointed tip. When I reached the point of his spear, I twisted my tongue around it for a few breaths. Eventually I eased my muzzle all the way back down to his balls.

My mate whined, and scrunched his whole face up. His ears and frills flattened. his whole face scrunched up, ears and frills both flattened back. I bumped my nose against his member's ridged base, and then once more began to drag my tongue all the way along his erection. This time, though, Melakar's whole body went rigid. His back arched, his erection flexed, and he gave a sharp but familiar cry of blossoming ecstasy.

I'd pushed him just a little too far.

I quickly grasped him in my paw again, and stroked him swift and hard as he came. Melakar thrashed in bliss, mating tool jumping in my paw. His frills shot out to full, blue-edged extension even as his eyes squeezed shut. Thick spurts of whitish dragon seed jetted over his belly scales, one after another. Each splash mottled his bronze scales in a slightly different place, a different pattern. His balls bounced back and forth, bumping my forepaw. All four of his paws flexed, claws unsheathing into the air. His tail coiled on itself, and his wings twitched against the ground till finally he was spent.

Only when he was spent did I finally let him go. His penis flopped back against his belly, beginning its gradual retreat back into its hiding place. I pushed myself to my feet to find a cloth to clean him with. I glanced over my wings, flashing him a smile. "You could have warned me you were so close. I'd have waited."

"Didn't...expect the tongue." Melakar slumped against the blankets and cushions, panting.

"Couldn't handle it, either." I flicked my tail his way, only teasing. I found some old human towels, and returned with them. I'd use them now and we could wash them tomorrow.

"Oh shush." Melakar batted at my tail tip with a sheepish laugh. "It's been a while."

"So it has." I settled next to him, wiping up the mess he'd made all over his own scales. "Hunkering down in a blizzard didn't exactly put me in the mood."

"Nor I." Melakar thrummed a soft purr, caressing my foreleg with his own paw. "Thank you, Ella, dearest."

"You're welcome." When his underbelly was thoroughly polished, I tossed the soiled towels aside, then lay down next to him again. "Wash those tomorrow."

"Yes, your Majesty." Melakar rolled over to curl against me, once more sounding drowsy. "Before, or after I clean my lair?"

"Before." I licked his head, just between his horns. "But after you return the favor I just did for you."

"As her Majesty demands." He lay his head against mine, his breathing slowing. "But for now, sleep, I think."

"Agreed." I closed my eyes, once more cradling my mate under my wing.

Just as slumber's calming waters washed over me, his words echoed in my head.

As her Majesty demands.

I liked the sound of that.

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