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The two snow dragons wore scales of killer white. Along their spines and tails ran flexible spikes, thin and soft to the touch. Corded muscles tensed, explosive, waiting.

The first one to find the waiting female sported a hide that glittered with grands of Quartz.

The snow dragon across the clearing from him was missing an eye, the socket cinched shut where it had once been. The eye he had managed to keep was as deep and black as the rest of his kind's. His teeth were stained with Granite from foreign mountains.

Some daylight shone through the forecast sky. Flakes of ice fell, adding to the layer that coated the mountains in thick droves.

Snow laden trees surrounded them in a circle. On the edge of it, a female snow dragon sat, watching.

Quartz and Granite stared ahead.

Their hook-like claws dug into the dirt beneath them, their membranous wings tucked against themselves, each of their bodies positioned to pounce.

Quartz's nostrils flared, condensation on his breath. He smelled her on the wind, the heavy aroma of her flower. It was open for him, a female in heat for the taking. Her fertile scent made his slit ache and his neck tighten. He needed something to clamp his teeth on.

The male across from him reeked of blood within his body. Quartz was ablaze with lust.

He launched forward, pushing the ground away, flapping his wings at full breadth. For a beat he was airborne, gliding just above the earth before he touched it again, already at a dead sprint. Quartz tucking his wings back, he watched Granite bolt, kicking up a flurry of snow behind him.

There was no more than a few strides between them. Quartz remembered the sight he had encountered before Granite arrived to challenge him. Marble presenting herself, her vent, those scaled lips, her body ready to be filled. Almost his.

His lust was chaotic, singing high, eating his thoughts until only instinct remained. He barreled into Granite, their heads cracking. Granite slid back, but before he could recover, Quartz lunged, heavy jaws snapping, teeth like icy daggers. Their white scales began to drip red, dotting the snow, their collision having driven several sharp ends into each other. Quartz dodging past the other dragon's head, one lucky bite landed. Clutching Granite's neck in his maw, he bit down with bone-cracking strength, but only managed to chip past a few scales.

As Granite writhed beneath him, Quartz followed. The dragons rolled together, tumbling over each other, Quartz losing his grip as Granite kicked him with all four legs, carving trios of split hide along Quartz's belly.

The mountain side echoed with Quartz's roar.

His frame went limp as he was promptly flung to the wayside. Granite clambered to his paws, blood running down his closed eye. A sluggish Quartz scrambled, his limbs splaying uselessly beneath him.

Snarling, Granite broke out toward Quartz. As he came within distance Granite lunged, claws extended. He slashed, but cut empty air. Quartz had leapt sideways, managing to get up in time, planting his hindpaws into the ground and rearing up before putting his full weight behind his rending claws. They dug in right along Granite's spine before Quartz pulled, twisting his body, tearing a swath across Granite's back.

Granite recoiled, turning and swinging a claw of his own, but only managed to hit Quartz with the blunt of his foreleg.

Bracing the impact, Quartz dove, jaws open, teeth bared, knocking his body against Granite's. He closed around Granite's neck again, breaking scales with his bite. Granite pushed back, shoving his paws into Quartz, trying to peel him off.

Quartz cranked his head at an angle, forcing Granite's neck to bend unnaturally. The dragons wrestled, one prying the other away while the other held on for dear life. After many pushes, jolts, and growling strikes, Granite was not far off from escaping Quartz.

Before he slipped free, Quartz yanked his own head back, following through with his whole body, taking Granite with him.

The snow was wreaked uneven by the fighting beasts as they heaved over it.

One dragon fell limp. The other pulled and gnawed before he realized his contest had ceased to resist. Quartz let Granite's broken neck fall from his maw, sniffing for a moment, satisfied with the result.

The late flakes of recent snowfall twirled about in the biting, cold air, already beginning to coat the still dragon. Both of them were marred by streaks of dark red.

Quartz growled. His lungs, his stomach, his head: they burned, molten needles stabbing continuously.

A drawn out call made him turn. The female sat, having sung out to him. His pain became less.

He called to her in response, low and rumbling as he made his way. Bloodied paw prints trailed behind him interspersedly. His shoulders rose and fell, his gait sluggish but steady. As he approached, she stood, moving her head side to side, gauging him. He came just close enough to be face to face, taking one step more as he sniffed at her, nuzzling her cheek, rumbling deep from within his throat.

She leaned into his motion, orienting her frame. He remained in place as she began to explore, chancing licks across his cheek, then along his neck. She went down his body, walking, finding the wide ridge of his shoulders, then up to the base of his wings (a particularly stimulating spot). Her preening ended. She traced down along his side, his chest rising and falling faster, until her venture led her to his belly, close to his hind legs. His wounds were still fresh, but they were not her focus. She peered at a noticeable lump below the base of his tail, a thin line going down it's middle. She shifted, stretching her neck as she reached out with her tongue. From one end of his slit to the other, she tasted his sheath. He stepped in place, tilting his hips into her attentions. She lapped repeatedly, stirring his scaly bulge. He crooned, eager for more, for her, barely patient enough to let the female explore him. Her pheromones caught his nose, pure animal flesh, pink and rich, thickly sweet. Her ministrations were considerate, so unlike a dragon's fierce countenance. A kindly creature, hard to find amongst wild species, especially her own.

The beginning of his length was treated to her tongue as it peeked out. He heard her breathe him in from the source, then felt the thin, velvety licks continue. His sheath swelled, and from it emerged his flank, light pink and glistening with his own natural lubrication. Engorged ridges lined the underside. Smooth on the topside, the tip bulbous but tapered. It grew with each throb, with each pump of his blood and feral arousal. As such she adapted, tying swirls around him and drawing them back and forth. His round knot was the only part still hiding. The scaly sheath spread before he overcame the pressure, his full, erect length popping into view. Her tongue was stroking him one moment, and it was gone the next.

Before incitement could spur him, she crawled back out from under him. He turned to her. She sashayed to the side, ogling him for a beat before she swiveled around, facing away from him. Slowly, her tail raised, lifting at the tip. He huffed, his memory jogging his desires. Her tail curled over her back. Revealed, framed by her strong haunches, her sex in heat dribbled a thin stream down her right hind leg.

It was the greatest invitation of his life. He bounded, stopping just behind her, dipping below her tail, his snout prodding her scaly lips. Her rumbling growl came higher and lighter than his, but it was no less indicative of pleasure. From the tap, her pheromones overwhelmed his mind, sending it roiling.

His tongue entered, citrus moisture coating it. His length jumped, bobbing of its own accord. His tongue came slithering out from her vent. His bleeding had slowed to a dribble, nothing was holding him back.

His exploration was done, and his carnal flame was fanned to prompt action and immediate relief. He reared up and mounted her, forepaws hooking under her hind legs, his own legs planted in the snow, ready. She growled at his eagerness, moving her tail more to the side to accommodate him. His scales tingled as they slid against hers, her wings extended on either side of her to make room. It was as instinctual and natural as her heat itself.

In the cold space of the mountainside, the distinct warmths of two bodies began to mingle, eventually coalescing. Physical heat became comfort, became feral affection. His cuts stung, still wet with pain. And so his shifting and adjusting was sometimes hesitant, jerky. But his intention did not waver. He held his soon-to-be mate, his paws cupping her lower belly, unconsciously pressing where their child would grow should he plant it in her.

Her estrus had become his own. His tail brushed the ground before it found her hind leg, then it rose, curling, wrapping around in a spiral. His hips dipped as he pulled on her, searching with his member. Initially, he brushed only against the smoother, finer scales of her haunches, but as his prodding continued, the tip came closer, and closer. Until at once the texture went from rigid to sort. He pressed into the dimpling surface, his malehood slipping and promptly catching between her lips. The feral core of his senses recognized this.

A viscous thrust. And with that, Quartz spread Marble's pussy halfway on his cock. Within the next second his knot went flush against her entrance, pushing a healthy gush of her fluid out from around their snug coupling.

She hissed, her body shuddering. Peering down between her legs, she saw her own steady stream, and the slightest rise along her belly indicating his inserted length. Half purring, half growling. She laid down her head, anticipating.

Quartz stretched down and licked the base of her neck, progressing to the spot behind her head.

He retracted urgently, his eyes cinching shut and his teeth baring as her tight flesh tugged on his cock, straining to keep him from leaving. When only his tip was left wedged in her lips, he drove his hips and arched his spine, sinking in once more. Her tunnel squelched around him from both the force and speed.

He wanted to stay inside for as long as his body labored, wanted to never again taste the freeze of the outside air. But greater than that was his desire to empty himself within her clenching walls, and for that he would have to move.

He pushed with his legs, pulling himself out, still sure to remain partly inside, before he wrenched her body back against his, cramming his length down to the last stimulating ridge. Marble whined into her paws as she covered her face with them.

His hips shuddering on the outswing. Whether he went in or out, every fold of her innards, every muscular spasm of her pussy, each sent throbs of resounding pleasure through him. He began to work in impactful, sloppy jerks, ravaging the female, spreading her upon his cock repeatedly. His thigh muscles bulged with strain, his tail squeezed her leg unconsciously, his paws tensed, both pushing and pulling her into him.

Each hilting of his member painted it wetter with her copious arousal, which coated both her crotch and his alike. His knot grew even more, however so slight, the closer he came to his eventual fruition. Her intimate depths trembled about his sensitive shaft, the boiling warmth of her core maddening to his senses. Her swollen sex held a sealing pressure on him, forcing him to work his painfully erect cock all the harder into her. His heart pulsed with the effort and bliss of their copulation. His mind bent under the animalistic satisfaction, finally able to act upon his most instinctual of yearnings.

Still he sought more, his need vast and gluttonous. He added a roll to the rhythm of his hips, altering the angle at which his tip rubbed her inner-most depths. This caused him to edge deeper inside, to sink just that much more of himself past her tight folds. His panting and hers alike came hot and heavy, smoky condensation about their nostrils. He thought about and felt nothing, nothing save for her heat, her fluid sanctum, how it clamped on his malehood, hugging every ridge and feature, as if begging for him to unleash.

Although he could not see his own cock plunging into her sex, he knew exactly what it looked like, and he played the mental image over in his animal mind, using memories of his parents mating to fill in any missing details. And so his vigor and excitement grew, shaking the dragon beneath him with each thrust, his movements harsh and violent. His knot battered against her entrance, and his length tingled with the speed at which her flesh pulled on his. The wick of his release had been lit, and with it his primal strength triggered. And he only went on and on, fucking Marble into the snow with the level intensity.

What began as fledgeling surges of pleasure built up into a titillating atmosphere, each feature or spot more sensitive than the last time it was stimulated. His tip was on fire, the spearhead of his assault. They were brought higher and higher, the desire becoming unbearable, the constant indulgence of their base urges, senseless mating, as simple as it came.

The surrounding trees, the sky, and the snow became distant, foreign, while his perception of her body, the haze through which he saw and felt her reverberated with vivid depth.

Her shape was not just feminine and enticing, it was maddening. Her hisses, growls, and cooes we're not just encouraging, they made his blood boil. Her tunnel did not just stoke him as it clamped, massaging his underside, coaxing his seed with mouth-watering contractions, but it seized him, made his internal testicles churn. Her pussy drenched his cock in slickness and his mind in ecstasy. And so he continued to pound it. Her innards parted for him so fluidly, and yet they were firm with soft texture, smooth as his own member. He could eek out a new sensation. Her folds began to loosen, even winking against his knot. He had known it would come from the start, but living out the initial rise of his climax was almost too much. The convulsions of her vaginal muscles would pull him inward. When his knot would almost sink in as he hilted, he would snarl.

Sensing how close it came each time, she braced back against him, into his drives. He answered with a delving thrust, his knot entering just before halfway, but it did not seat, and so remained unhilted. His teeth grinding, he let his growing frustration mount. He rocked her bodily as he speared, pulling with his paws, pushing with his hips and back. Her lips seemed to tighten around him tenfold, and then at once the pressure lessened as his sheath pressed to her crotch. His subsequent roar drowned out the wind blowing past.

She writhed, pawing at the snow, whining in high pitched tones. In white hot flashes, relief of his pain crowned by bliss washed over him, each throb of his cock flooding her womb with his seed. He was locked in. There was no option but for him to empty himself within the deepest reaches of her sex. Her walls clamped on his as she rode out her own orgasm, one accentuated by the heat. Despite the two being snugly tied, dribbled of their combined fluids made dots in the soft ice below.

She crooned as jaws bit around her neck, not drawing blood, but by no means gently.

In fading rises and falls, his pleasure ebbed, the satisfaction of a female drawing him along the sensations dancing about his length becoming that much more vivid.

As the last few ropes of cum left his tip, he had begun his trip back down to his normal senses. He listened to her coarse breaths. Their steadiness slowly grounded him, reeling him in. He let go of her neck and licked over the same spot he had bitten.

The dragons would remain together for some time, for a male's knot could last hours before shrinking.

Their bodies nestled against each other just as closely as they had started, and so their mutual warmth kept strong. Unbeknownst to them, their child had already taken hold, his seed proving fertile in her heat induced womb. He continued to preen his mate, his caresses gentle and affectionate.

Soon, night would fall, and the snow dragons would eventually break the tie, and after some exploration, one cave or another on the side of the mountain would become their shelter for many moons after, and more importantly, the birthplace of their first hatchling.