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Mah'la waved farewell to her group of fishers, opting a path less beaten. And with the fewer that dares to venture this far, surely the more plentiful the fishes. She and the rest were no warriors, and her only weapon was a net and spear. The life of a soldier never appealed to her, even if her friends said she had the valour. Reptilians were fabled warriors, but for Mah'la, she already found contentment in having a family with a strong male, tending and feeding their children while he is off fighting. Though that didn't mean she wouldn't be adventurous every now and then. The entire area of water her tribe claimed was starting to starve from any catch. It wouldn't take long before they would start expanding their territory outwards, but if Mah'la had one flaw, it was she lacked patience.

Their territory markers dried against the bark of trees and mangroves, a red line slashing across the trunks like bloodstains. A fine warning for the curious. But surely nothing sinister would await her along the shore. The few that defied the warning did come back after all, with some success in what they were looking for. But none had fished from that glowing pool of water further up. Mah'la was curious about what she could catch there. But with her tribe being so busy warring with the other tribes, especially with human settlers, it would be a lifetime and a half before her tribe's territory markers could even touch the surface of that pool.

"Remember! Fifteen minutes." Mah'la turned and raised her hand to Fern. The latter smirked, showing off a catch in her claws already. A cheeky taunt of how much she would be missing out. Mah'la then jumped over a large rock, and the gentle chatter of the fishers silenced as quick as one put their finger to their lips.

And all of a sudden, the hymn of the forest echoed in her ears. A distant bird chirped, and others joined in. Not a breeze to interrupt the peaceful choir. Mah'la took careful steps, her talons only stepping on the soft grass and avoiding the decayed leaves or sticks like traps. Like a chorus the waves rolled, the fresh scent of the sea from afar carrying over. And with a deep inhale, she thought she could smell the whole world. It was a long walk to where the glowing pocket of water was, but as her mind wandered beyond the horizon, she never knew how much time passed until water blanketed over her feet.

She curled her long toes, feeling the white sand crunch in her soles a little. The green and blue scales rippled, the sun casting a streak of white on them, before she relaxed. It was cold, almost biting to her bone, that she quickly stepped onto the drier and warmer side. The glowing pocket was close, the light blue to the colour of the depths was like a contrast between what she would see when she opens her eyes under shallow waters, against the sinister dark extending further than any lizard could hold their breath. It was then Mah'la wondered about what strange phenomenon occurred here. At first glance, nature had unleashed her wrath and opened a deep hole so close to the shoreline, unbeknownst to the world. But what got her curious was what caused the water to glow in the centre.

Wrath of nature would be enough to dissuade anyone from even what was left of her fury. But she trusted her own ability to swim. She was one of her tribe's best after all. Mah'la found a small bluff, a ragged tear from the forest extending right above the pocket, supported by rocks. It looked like it would be a perfect diving platform, if she thought about taking a swim. She climbed onto the bluff and sat at the edge. Looking down into the pocket, she focused. She wasn't just looking for obvious fishes, but any signs of life invisible to the eyes. There was the occasional flicker and odd ripples, but none of them were significant signs. The central glow and the darkened borders, both that were enemies to one another, showed the rare moment of teamwork. While the glow blinded her, her eyes were useless against the dark. Surely this would be a sanctuary for a catch.

Such poor visibility meant her skills in deducing a viable fishing spot was hampered. But it wouldn't hurt to cast the net in and see what happens. Mah'la did just that, swinging the net off her shoulder, checking and loosening any tangles, before gently lowering it. The moon-like glow immediately distorted, and the ripples fractured the smooth borders. Yet the fluorescence was strong enough that the moment the intertwined ropes breached beneath the surface, it overcame her net. Like it was being burned off. Mah'la tested the tension. It was how she could reassure herself the net was fine.

It was still for quite some time. She lowered the net further. Again nothing tugging at the ropes. She gave another few or so minutes, before gently lifting her net. It caught on something. She tugged, but the net pulled at the same strength. It wasn't the weight or the resistance of a school of fish that she was feeling. It felt like her net was stuck on some rock. She yanked on it harder.

The water exploded on her. Mah'la jumped and fell back, the net off her grip, before it disappeared into the pocket. She crawled to the ledge and looked down, her heart hammering and racing hard on her chest. Nothing. The water was grossly disturbed, but whatever jumped out, it disappeared with her net. Going after it would be suicide, over something she could just replace back at the tribe. But if she did just that, she would be showing up with less than what she had started with. Humiliating. She cursed under her breath.

Slowly Mah'la committed herself to slaying whatever beast that took her net. She handled large sea creatures before, even those that feast on flesh. But never had she done so alone. Even so, she was regarded as one of the better large beast hunters of the sea. If not the best. Gripping her spear firmly, she readied herself to dive into the pocket. Pride and ego got the better of her. Just like it did to those who fell in battle. Deep breaths, she thought to herself. She closed her eyes, shaking her legs awake and humming a soothing song her mother used to sing.

What was like a few minutes went by. Adrenaline continued to course warmer blood over her cool scales. Bending her knees, spear and hand against the ground, she flashed open her eyes.

And a pair of ambers glared back at her.

Mah'la stiffened. Squealing in her throat just as a scream rose, she tried not to stir the creature further. A pair of voracious slits within those ambers narrowed in focus, almost a perfect reflection of her fearful appearance behind them. A large tapered snout, colour of the sea, pointed to her, and membranes of orange protrude along its spine and behind its head. Mah'la could have mistaken it as an oversized lizard of another tribe. But the wavering silhouette beneath the surface depicted a much larger creature.

It was a dragon.

A grumbling croon, gentle but one Mah'la could feel in every bone, greeted her, as it rose. Water gave way and pattered like falling curtains around his impressive neck. Thick and heavy claws clung to the base of the bluff, until their eyes met at the same level. Mah'la's hand trembled, until she remembered her weapon and training. Rolling back, she distanced herself and got onto her knees, about to stand and thrust if the dragon attacked. He did not. But his gaze was fixed at the stone spearhead. Too late to back out, she thought. This dragon should know what it meant to have a dangerous tool in between it and the prey. A challenge. Her life at stake against the dragon's.

"Now, now, lizard. Is this a way to introduce yourself to another?" The dragon spoke, the deep tone belonging to a male.

Mah'la blinked. As a huntress, never had she come across one with sentience. Previous experiences failed her on what to do here, as it should have been an ear-splitting roar and then a charge forward. But for a beast to talk to her? Mah'la shook her head. "I... my name is Mah'la! And I have come to lay claim on your flesh. Two of us stand, but only one shall leave unharmed." Her voice was well practised, and she was sure its impact rung even past the shores before her. Yet the dragon did not seem impressed.

"Only one? What if I just leave?"

"Then I will ch-" she stopped the moment it clicked. Her voice faltered as much as her stance. "Then I will just have to make sure my spear lands into you and carve out proof of your presence here." Mah'la gasped, just as the dragon's head lurched forward and bit on the spear shaft. A sickening snap followed before he pulled away, leaving a broken spear dangling over what bit of splinter was left connecting two pieces together.

"Now that this is no longer a problem, I believe you owe an explanation."

Mah'la grabbed the distant end of the spear, her heart sinking a little as she vainly put the two together. Alone and weaponless. Truly a horrid position for any lizard to be in at the face of a large predator. Yet she was saved from a cruel fate because of the lack of feral instincts from the very beast itself. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved, or humiliated. Mah'la sighed. Keeping up the valour would only worsen her position. Neither of what she lost were of much value. Anyone could make another fishing net, and the spear was a makeshift one salvaged from a discarded and worn weapon.

"Mah'la, was it?" The dragon smirked. "That name has a certain accent. One I suppose that hailed from a tribe near here." Mah'la saw a glint in his eyes. She couldn't tell what it was, not that she was any good at reading others' faces. Still her hunter instincts kicked in. There was barely any malice, but neither was there purely kindhearted intentions. "Fear not, little queen." The title shocked her, a strange warmth surging from her chest. "I harbor no ill fate to your people, as long as you respect my territory which you oh so decided to step foot in to kill me."

She didn't know how to respond. He sure did know how to toy with her emotions, that she may as well remain indifferent to it all.

"My name is Arkhor." He bowed his head a little. A show of respect which she didn't expect. "For a lone reptilian with a fishing net and a spear, you seemed very well equipped to slay a dragon."

Mah'la looked away, towards her tribe. They were too far and out of sight to notice anything strange in this direction. Again, it was not the right time for her to play hero and risk her life for nothing. All she cared about was getting back home safely after this encounter. "I... I am just a fisher. I saw a pool of glowing water here, and thought the catch may be abundant here. I never knew this was your home, but I meant no ill will."

Arkhor only cocked an eyeridge, exchanging silence in return. She had given him the truth and nothing but, but it seemed this dragon wanted more. Awkward silence descended, until he spoke. "If I recall, your tribe already controls a large body of water. Yet you desire more." He then smiled softly. Welcoming, but perhaps too welcoming. "Mayhap you require my magic. I can offer your tribe as many fishes as your people can dream, and watch over your waters from your enemies. For a price." He left a long pause before the last sentence.

It was expected. Mah'la was taught nothing in life would present itself freely. She contemplated about the offer. For a while, she feared that the number of fishes were dying out around their land, and it was her people's major source of food. This dragon was willing to offer this much despite knowing Mah'la threatened to take his life? It would depend on the price, she thought.

Before she could say anything, the dragon spoke again. "A sacrifice. One to forever serve me as my consort." He leaned forward and pressed his snout against her chest. "You." Mah'la took a step back, before her heart could leap again. More of a reaction to being far too close to a predator, than what he suggested with 'consort'. Did he mean servant? Surely he didn't mean it in... that other way, did he? Never had she seen dragons courting with any lowly creatures than themselves, not that she knew much about dragons anyways.

"M-Me?"

"You trespassed upon my territory and attempted on my life. Nothing is more fitting to be a worthy sacrifice than yourself, hm?"

Mah'la's heart raced again. Her? Becoming his 'consort'? She only just saw a dragon in scales and blood for the first time, and already he graced her with the honour of becoming his servant. Or what he wanted to do with her. The dragon didn't sound like he met her tribe either, so there was that issue. How would they respond, to know there was a dragon living near here? Would they take up arms, comparing him as no different to large mortal beasts they hunted? Or would they form some sort of treaty? The village was mostly peaceful, as long as boundaries were respected.

Arkhor crooned, breaking the silence. "Fear not, Mah'la. It is a great honour for a dragon to watch over your people. And a greater honour for one to serve me. I vow to care for your needs."

It was too good to be true. Her being sacrificed for how much this dragon would give. Surely there was something else he was not telling her. But she couldn't see any cunning curls of a smirk on him. Just that gentle and welcoming smile. It could be that he was a lonely dragon. Or that he didn't know better what he was offering. Still, to be able to do so much for her people. What more could any lizard ask for?

"Alright," Mah'la said softly. She kept a stern eye on him. He did not react to the acceptance. It scared her to think that he was expecting her to agree. "I am willing to serve."

Arkhor shifted in the water, backing some distance. His ambers fixated on her, and Mah'la swear if she hadn't break eye contact, she would sink into the depths of his pupils. "A wise decision, Mah'la. Now let us forge a pact between us." He straightened his neck, towering and engulfing her in shadow. He revealed his wings, capable of shielding the sun. The rippling patterns on them were like the shifting waters of the ocean, and they unfurled a little, curling around the border of the pocket and ending at both sides of the bluff. "Dive into my cleansing pool. Let my magic ebb your troubles, and serenity flow within your blood."

"Just go for a swim right?" Mah'la looked down from the bluff again. The glowing water formed a perfect circle once again in the centre, Arkhor's wings presenting it before her. That would explain this glow, she guessed. She checked her clothing. Nothing but leather and animal skin to cover her modesties. It should be fine for her to dive in with this. She dropped her spear, and slowly stood. Her legs were weakened, from all that happened at this very moment, to what she was about to do. Dive into the pool, and become a servant to a dragon. Never had she expected such a life changing moment happening right this instant. Shoving away all doubts, she pressed her feet on the very edge. Not taking her eyes off the glow, she readied herself.

And sprung off the ledge.

The glowing water crashed into her snout, and swallowed her body. Muffled rumbling replaced the birds singing to her ears. Then the world before her went silent. Her scales chilled a little, but it was warm. The heat thawed the painful stiffness of her cold-blooded body. She felt an itch within her muscles. An itch to move and stretch. Smiling, Mah'la outstretched her arms. Then her legs. They felt good. Like a new lizard just learning how to walk. She sank further into the pool, spinning and dancing. The near emptiness of the pool for herself. The lack of boundaries. And the moment of quiet.

"Seems you are enjoying yourself," Arkhor spoke. His voice was an echoing whisper, not to her ears. But directly to her mind. He submerged down to her level, revealing the silhouette of his entire body. Mah'la only saw a few drawings of depictions of dragons. Large and wise beasts of many great power. But never none of them could prepare her for what hovered before her eyes. The dragon was easily three times her height, she assumed if he were standing. His wings could form a water dome around her, mystifying her in the scenery until she drown in awe. His four paddling and webbed claws move which a balance of strength and grace, that she figured she would be shredded if she were at the wrong end of them. And a large tail which she could mistaken for a giant sea serpent, flexible and wavering as needed to provide him balance.

Mah'la didn't respond. She couldn't speak underwater. And Arkhor didn't look like the mind-reader. Instead, he joined her in the dance. His features glistened within the depths, the orange of his membranes and underbelly lighting where he was amidst the dark. In and out he went from the glowing border, circling Mah'la as she giggled, watching him. Her lungs started to burn, but she was close enough to the surface to not become worried about air.

Arkhor joined her in the centre, the current behind him brushing around Mah'la's waist and she spun with it. He was very close to her, and she reached to touch his underbelly. Until something soft but stiff stroke her cheek. She turned, and stared at two large protrusions. Also orange in colour, she thought they were oddly shaped spiny growths. Until she saw the bumps along their lengths, and a bulbous base. And she stiffened when they were from between Arkhor's hindlegs.

Blood drained from her head. The shock drained the last of her air, and she paddled her legs up. Arkhor didn't chase her, but it wasn't her priority. The surface was just an arm's length-

Her hand encountered resistance. Heart racing, she surfaced her snout. She failed. Nothing but sunlight was behind it. It felt like she swam into a large pillow. Groaning, she slammed her fists at the surface, generating nothing but ripples. Her body started to beat. Lungs tightened. And an unknown force prying open her airway. She was going to drown, she thought.

Until something soft and large pressed against her lips and covered her maw. Instinctively Mah'la gasped the air inside this thing. Her lungs were relieved at first. Then it tickled her with how hot the air was, with a strong fishy scent. She focused her vision. It was Arkhor. His maw pressed against hers and, with another puff, filled her lungs with yet more of his used air. Mah'la shook her head, whimpering. But he latched on firm. She tried to swim back, kicking her legs away from him. But he swam forward after her. Another huff of air, and she moaned aloud. Her hands and feet curled, absorbing his breath readily to fuel her body. It started to tingle, all about her from head to tail. Another breath, and the tingling worsened.

"At ease, my consort," Arkhor whispered, squeezing her lips firmly when she tried to use her hands to pull him away. Something lathered onto her lips, then a slimy appendage from his maw wormed its way into hers. It quickly curled her tongue, and overwhelm her in the taste of his saliva. After binding hers, his tongue proceeded to explore her entire maw, and making her drink his viscous saliva so she could still breathe. "Relax. Let the spirits of the water flow into you as I grant you this gift."

Before she could gag and initiate her first swallow, her mouth started to tingle. Like delicate fingers dancing about her scales with a pleasant feel. It extended down to her throat, starting deep. Then it blossomed towards her neck. She winced. Had she been above surface, the dragon would hear her groan. Mah'la reached for her neck. Her heart skipped a beat when she rubbed over the raised scales. They were pushing outwards against her hands. Flesh beneath them burned and shifted.

Then Arkhor's tongue shifted, cradling and encasing hers. Like a lover's comfort, the warmth radiating from it masked away the sting. As well as making her shiver from... other thoughts. She pulled her hands from her neck, the touch of those growing 'flaps' becoming a discomfort. Instead, they reached for the dragon. Not to push him away. Her hands stroke along the groove of his snout. Under his eyes. Across his cheeks. Then wrapped around the back of his skull, pulling him close.

Why was she doing this? She was kissing another not of her own species. But a dragon! The thought of which should have drowned her spirit in dread. But there was no reluctance. Her hands firm. Her body still and relaxed. It felt right. It was also an honour. She thought, who wouldn't want to bed with one of a greater species than her own? But why her of all other reptilians? Before she could ponder, her mouth rumbled. Arkhor pressed his maw gently against her with a croon, and Mah'la returned with a croon of her own. He was now above her, and her heart raced with what he would do next.

He chuckled. "You are an eager little dragon aren't you?" A large paw brushed along her spine, the soft scales of his sole rubbing the bumps running midline down towards her rump. The tingling followed, coursing through her body. At first like what happened if someone strikes the nerve on an elbow, but without the unpleasant aftermath. Then heat flowered within her, slowly and diffusing to her fingers. As if sitting before a fire after weeks in the cold. All at once, her muscles loosened, floating with the stillness of the water. The paw returned, kneading the built-up fire to course all about her. And that time, she really felt... odd.

The burning was much stronger, though painless still. Within her she felt like she wanted to burst. To stretch an unused muscle of a hundred years. Then the tingling became more focused. More concentrated. But where they were widened her eyes, prompting her to cup over her crotch with her hands. It strengthened, making her moan. Then the soaked leather of her clothing tightened and raked over her soft scales like sandpaper. As if possessed, her hands dug into them, and slowly she pushed them off. Her sensitive regions flared with the exposure. None of it felt wrong to her, despite her sex being exposed before the dragon. It felt right. It felt good!

Arkhor's tail reached, brushing over her legs in a gentle caress. She quivered, expecting the tip to brush further up, guided by the flow of instincts towards where her inner sanctuary resides. Instead, just before her nethers could feel the touch of the dragon, his tail escaped her and broke the trance. A new blissful sensation blossomed, when its strong girth coiled over her delicate tail. She couldn't resist it any longer. Her legs parted. She reached down. Then her mind burst. Right before him, she rubbed over her vent. Muscles tensed and jerked with how sensitive she became, and yet the flame of her ecstasy prevailed just as strong. Groaning a little, she stroked herself faster. But her desires increased almost tenfold as much as she was relieving herself! Then her cries were desperate.

"What is it that you desire, my consort?" He asked. The corners of his maw pulled from her, and she knew he was smirking.

She looked at him pleadingly, her feet sliding over his belly as she tried to lower herself. To where his rods were. Strangely, they were closer to her than before. And that was when she finally caught what was happening. She stiffened, looking down at the deep-sea colours blooming against her natural light blue scales. Her hands. She gasped at the webs that formed between her fingers. The same for her toes. Another wave of ecstasy overwhelmed her shock, and she cupped her vent with a whimper. The bit of relief erupted from all over body as heat, and she witnessed how she progressed in her change.

"Seems you have figured it out," Arkhor placed a paw on her belly. What kept her from floating away was the hold of his tail. "Of course I cannot grant you your wish as you are. But the more you give in and embrace my water inside your body, the sooner we may finally... unite."

His water? From the saliva she drank? Her thoughts shattered with another ecstatic wave. She squeezed her eyes shut with a loud moan, vent screaming in her mind. No longer in control, her hand resumed stroking over her swelling vent. Stars danced in her vision, like somehow her motions relieved it and spread whatever was contained in them. It flowed down her legs, filling her muscles to bulge against her scales, and contorting her bones with gentle and subtle movements. Until they crack into place. Not like bones snapping, but like a massage shifting a bone back to its original place. Her tail elongated and thickened, burning as much as the rest of her. Slowly matching with that of Arkhor's. Though where she could feel most of the change was her arms. Gentle cracking and shifting in them, as well as the changing of her muscles. Until she could feel them serving a different purpose.

Until her paws couldn't reach her sex. Just before she could express frustration, it bumped against the tip of two warm objects. They throbbed, and she craned her head. Her heart raced, knowing just how far into her transformation she had become. She remembered the worries before, but they felt like distant memories. Relaxing her vent as much as she could, she and him positioned, until the tips just slipped in between her lower lips, eager for his members to breach.

"Needy for courtship already hm?" His voice echoed softly. Slowly he brought his wings over her and wrapped her in a cocoon. The touch against her back sent a new rush all over her spine, and at that moment she felt something wanting to grow out of it, poking at her skin beneath her scales. The touch of his underbelly against hers brought her attention back to him. All this time their kiss never broke, and she never stopped breathing his air, despite knowing her gills had already formed. Every stroke and motion of their tongues sent new waves down her gullet, to form a 'lake' of change within her chest.

She growled, her eyes rolling to the back when his members finally entered her, their shafts next as every few seconds, a new ridge entered her. One after another, striking the inner folds and spreading her depths the more she grew. At that point, all she could think about was mating. The desire to bear eggs within her womb blossoming from the darkness of her hidden desires. But never had she thought it would be from a dragon. Especially one so willing to transform her. Her mind was so clouded in lust. It was becoming hard to concentrate. Becoming hard to remember what she was transforming from. Or even what she was before this very moment. Or her own name.

All she cared was she found her place. And that was to be with Arkhor. Forever.

Eagerly she wrapped her legs around her mate. Or at least soon-to-be. After they both had each other in a firm embrace, she forced herself further down. And pulled away from the kiss, like a baby separated from the chord to her mother, and howled. Her cries echoed across the water, announcing to all life of water of this moment. Her innards tainted by her mate and soon to bring forth a new generation of sea dragons. Then she started to rut him.

Oh how her snatch burned, from the entrance to the very depths of her womb, provoking her to move faster, uncaring how much her mate was contributing himself. She wanted him. She wanted his seed. She wanted his hatchlings. Her body stiffened suddenly. Those thoughts ignited something else at the recesses of her mind. Something wrong about all this. That this was not what she was. But none of it made any sense to her. She was what she is. A proud sea dragoness! And there was nothing more than that.

With a chuckle, she brushed away that concern like a fly to her ear, and resumed her mateship. Arkhor moaned in her as well, the two slowly sinking into where the light would no longer touch them. Her spine slowly blossomed and erected the same membranes that adorned Arkhor's back - though of an azure colour. Something behind her moved with her will, like new arms out of her shoulder. With a sudden pop and a loud crack which she could feel from every bone of her body, her wings exploded out of her back. The female bellowed, but the pain was only brief. Then her mate loomed before her as she stared forward. Snout still tensed from pain, she returned his alluring smile. And they both met each other with another kiss. Her skull slowly changed, becoming more dragon-like with a slender and tapering snout. She wanted to drape her newly formed wings around him, but they hurt to move, punishing her with discomforting pins and needles from even the slightest twitch. Like blood hadn't flowed in them for years. The same azure colour of her membranes decorated her wings, along with light blue symbols of flowing streams etched into them. Something about those colours were familiar, sparking something cold inside her once again. She froze, almost grasping at... something. But it immediately sunk deeper from her when his members brushed over a spot, making her arch with a moan.

"Forget all that is unneeded at this moment of your birth," Arkhor whispered in her mind, while he was grunting with each thrust. Every assault against her cervix was another delight of ecstasy coursing through her new body. The great change had finished, and that was left was the less significant tingles here and there. Yes, she was almost perfect. His words were like a god's command and she obeyed. Her union with him was where her life truly begins. Nothing before that mattered. Not even the nagging cold at the back of her, as she walled it off from her thoughts. "Forget all that troubles you. And remember what you are now. This is the real you, my consort."

She trailed his spine on his neck. Everything before they met was a blank to her. Like trying to remember what it was like before one's birth. Pointless but a curiosity no soul could resolve. But everything beyond that was plain and obvious to her. She was a dragon. One of a proud species to rule the seas. And she had finally found a mate to guide her lost spirit. Those thoughts sealed her in reassurance, as she resumed to properly embrace her love. That foreign coldness, with a returning brush of his paw along her neck, flowed out of her mind and down towards where all the tingling had gathered. Within her womb. And she could feel something more blissful welling up within her.

"Such beauty deserves an appropriate name," his tongue slithered about and explored her new maw. "From now, you shall be known as Fraya."

Fraya. Fraya... that name sounded very familiar. Then it clicked. It was her name. Her name was Fraya! Yet some other part of her mind reacted unpleasantly. She could feel it getting stronger, like some small part of her was regretting something. Just as quickly as it came, the thought drained from her mind and fed into her arousal. And sealed within from another thrust, poking at her cervix this time. Fraya winced from the mix of pain and bliss. Her legs shuddered and tensed when he pulled them out, the sensitive spots unavoidable. If they were not underwater, she would be leaking profusely just from the anticipation of his next entry. And he slipped into her once again.

She wanted to hear their courtship. The sound of their combined moans. The wet sounds of every thrust. But being underwater was even better! Fraya stroke her mate's back, her hindlegs gliding down along his thighs, ankles and soles until her toes brushed over the webs between his. Then her tail, still coiled in his, wrapped and held their legs together. Fraya cocked her head, forcefully breaking the kiss, yet her blissful roar was drowned from the rest of the world. Her tunnel squeezed harder over his members, yet did little to stall him from pulling away and striking her ribbed walls. Her front claws raked at his scales, before she lovingly bit his neck. Neither entry nor exit gave her relief, not that she wanted him to stop. Faster and faster, he struck her sanctuary, together sinking deeper into their lake, trapped in each other's embrace.

Until the light from above couldn't penetrate as much, and her world slowly encroached in darkness. His thrusting quickened, the movements small, and inch by inch his knots were spreading her vent further. She squeezed them rhythmically, her own peak fast approaching. Fraya let go of his neck and immediately took his maw into hers, right before she would lose sight of it.

And just as everything turned pitch black, his maw vibrated against hers in what felt like a bellow. Stars danced before her vision, when she felt a silent pop. Then another. Both inside her. And with it her sex burned. All of her built up bliss released in an instant. Her contractions imminent. The squeezing against his ridges and shape as both tips prodded at her cervix. She roared with him in their kiss, her vent finally exploding. It itched as gushes of her fluids escaped her new body and faded with the rest of the sea, taking with it remnants of her former self. Then she was finally rewarded. His members swelled, and hot ropes of his seed spurt into the other end of her womb. One followed immediately after another, like no grace period between ejaculation. Her inner garden filled within a few. Yet he still had more to give.

Arkhor moaned within her mind, holding her firmly. Fraya winced a bit, her womb being forced to stretch and accommodate the excess. His knots weren't just plugging her vent, but his tips were plugging her cervix! Every spurt was another wave of its own, distending her belly. The heat was more than she could imagine from a simple mating, radiating to her tail, legs, chest and her head. Then it brought a chill, like water flowing back and forth inside her. Like her whole body became her womb. Fraya squeezed him just as tightly, waiting out his orgasm.

Several minutes had passed. His members only just slowed as he passed the remains of his lust. Fraya quivered. For the third time, from just him feeding her womb, she climaxed and milked more of his seed. Once it was all over, she released from the kiss, crooning in the water. Arkhor planted several nips along her neck and chest, tilting the two until he was above her. Fraya was too focused on her distended womb, rubbing a paw over it. His thick seed swirled from just a light motion, tickling her walls and nearly reigniting her arousal. She had no doubt she would bear a large clutch of eggs.

"You have done well, my mate," Arkhor whispered, exhaustion creeping into his voice. "As I have planted my seeds into your womb to nurture, I have gifted you a shred of my power."

His power? Perhaps this would explain the flowing sensation she had. She supposed to not know how to control it the first time she received it. Yet something felt... different. With a flick of her paw, the markings around her belly glowed, illuminating the darkness in a world of azure and light blue. Her mate was before her once again, locking his gaze to hers with bedroom eyes. Following the glow, the remains of her squirted fluids moulded together and formed a gate over her cervix. She didn't know she knew how to do that. But Fraya felt relieved, now that every bit of her mate's essence was trapped, destined to become eggs.

As if he knew, Arkhor slowly withdrew his members from her after they softened. Not a single dollop of thick seed floated between them. The light from the surface reached them, and Fraya realised he was dragging her body up. She blinked several times, looking about the empty deep lake. She could see them. No, she could _feel_them. The fishes from a distance, their fins paddling in the water. She could feel each paddle like a very subtle brush in her mind. She could feel the heat of the sun against the lake. It was like she had become the ocean itself. Arkhor snapped her back with a stroke of his wings, departing from the hug. Then he took both her front paws in his, their soles pressing against one another like those of their hindlegs.

"Oh the beauty which she presents before my weary eyes," he said tenderly. "If I haven't known any better, I would have been honoured to be the one that fertilises your eggs." His tongue trailed one of her markings on her neck. Fraya giggled, feeling it tickle. "Come my queen, to our new h-"

"Mah'la... Mah'la!"

Both Arkhor and Fraya looked up towards the surface. It sounded like one of the lizard folks. And a female one at that. Her voice... Fraya knew her. Her name... was Fern. A friend of hers. A friend. Fraya smirked. A friend of hers... would also be a friend of Arkhor's. And Fraya would be dying to share her with her mate. Knowing the type of magic, Fraya's markings glowed again. The microtears and inflammation of her vent healed, and with it, her juices started to stain the waters.

"Well, seems like you were followed," Arkhor said. "Why don't we give her a warm welcome to our home?"

"Nonsense," Fraya replied, her voice echoing gently with the waves. "A stray lizard woman in search of her friend." She assumed this "Mah'la" was her friend. Pretty name. Mayhap one day, they would also bring Mah'la to their home. Instincts guided her as a mated queen, and they spoke to her that her mate needed more females to breed. And bring forth a school of sea dragons to dominate the seas. She licked her maw, releasing herself completely from Arkhor's embrace. The latter swam ahead.

And she followed close behind him, paddling against the weight of her womb as well. Fraya had been reborn, and with her life renewed, she vowed to bring all of the seas within the embrace of her womb...