Making an Egg
#40 of The Life and Times of Jarzyl Mintaka (Slice of Life Stories)
Zilarin and Galon begin their vacation trip to the outer colonies.
Two dragons, maybe soon becoming three. More dragon family couple mating love stuff. Honestly I suspect this story could use another few editing passes but I'm feeling lazy. Good enough. (7,626 words)
Zilarin was used to waking up early for work--so much so that she went through her normal morning routine automatically, washing up and preparing herself to head to the medical centre before she even remembered that they were going on vacation.
Galon came up beside her in the bathroom--she could recognize the sound of his steps against the floor, and there was no one else it could be regardless. Her mate yawned widely, with his neck frill perking up around his head and trembling, then he licked the side of her snout affectionately. "Good morning, Zil. Wrong harness," he said to her.
Zilarin had been doing up the straps of her flight harness, but then she paused. "Right. Yes, of course. I should wear that new harness instead." She had been putting on one of her work flight harnesses, with the distinctive red straps that marked her as a healer of the Avaerian Medical Centre. Normally Zilarin had no qualms about using one of her work harnesses even when she wasn't on duty at the medical centre--they had a comfortable, familiar design, plenty of pouches for carrying things, and being visibly identified as a healer wasn't a problem for her. Healers were well-respected in the City of Wings for the work they did. Sometimes strangers would even come up to her in the street, asking if she could use her magic to heal bruises or scrapes that weren't quite severe enough to go to the medical centre--and if Zilarin's reserves of magic were sufficient, she would gladly help.
However, for some time now, Galon had been suggesting that she ought to have a separate flight harness for general usage, without the distinctive markings of a healer's garb. Zilarin didn't see the point, but Galon had suggested it with enough persistence that she had obliged his suggestion. In the preceding week before their planned vacation, they had gone out to a tailor and purchased a new harness that was a simple plain shade of brown.
Now Galon helped her remove her healer's gear and put on her new harness for the first time. He clicked the latches into place and tightened the adjustment straps, then he stepped back and nodded approvingly. "How's the fitting? It looks good on you."
Zilarin partially unfurled her wings, then she twisted her body from side to side and shifted her weight between all four legs. "I... I think so." Whereas her healer's harness was familiar, this new harness was surprisingly comfortable from how it perfectly fitted around her body. A flight harness was an assortment of straps and pouches to help a dragon carry their belongings while walking or in flight, and despite being an ancient technology, it seemed there were still improvements being made even now. Zilarin's new harness felt lighter and more ergonomic than her old harnesses, with none of the wear and tear that had accumulated over long years of daily use. "Hmm. Credit to you, Galon. Maybe I am long overdue to replace my old harnesses. You were right."
Galon acknowledged this remark with a tilt of his head and a smug grin. "Oh, I was right. It's good for you to have at least one harness that isn't red."
:Hmm." Prancing about the washroom, Zilarin peered at herself in the mirror, looking at the way the brown straps and pouches of her new harness looked against the azure shade of her scales. "Does red colour look bad against my blue? Too much contrast? Or you think my wardrobe needs some variety?"
"Oh no. I wasn't talking about fashion. You look fine wearing your normal red harness. But you look like a healer," Galon replied.
Zilarin laughed again. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. "Haha. Yes? Of course I look like a healer--I am a healer."
"You're a healer when you're on duty in the medical centre. But when you're not on duty, you should have a chance to relax and not worry about all that responsibility." Stepping up from behind her, Galon casually wrapped his wings and his forepaws around her in a hug. "I just want you to be less stressed and more relaxed." He affectionately nuzzled at her neck, then licked at her face. "Cause I love you..."
Zilarin shivered, and she reared up on her hindpaws to lean back against Galon. "Love you too," she replied, without hesitation or doubt.
Perhaps Galon did have a point. It had been _years_since Zilarin had worn a flight harness that lacked the distinctive red markings of a healer. Now seeing herself wearing this unadorned, plain brown harness, she was reminded of those simpler times when she had been younger--when she had been a fledgling just like their daughter was now, before she had developed that important gift and responsibility of healing magic--when her life had been carefree and unworried.
Working life in the medical centre was trying, but also meaningful. If somehow given the choice, Zilarin wouldn't have chosen to go back to the simple times of childhood--that was before she had met Galon and built a relationship with him, and before Jarzyl had even existed--and she treasured them both like nothing else. However, perhaps there was advantage in more firmly setting that divide between her working and personal lives, even if just in a small way like not wearing her healer's harness as her regular attire.
Thinking of family--even as Galon still hugged her from behind, Zilarin curled her neck to bump her snout against Galon's. "How do I smell?"
Her mate let out a bark of laughter. "Bahaha. Why do you ask? Didn't you just wash up?"
Zilarin nipped at Galon's neck, briefly biting at his throat with a soft growl. "Rawr... I'm not asking you if I smell clean enough! I'm asking you about the one thing which you can smell and which I can't, because you're a drake and I'm a drakka--am I in heat yet?"
"Ah, now that's an altogether different and more interesting question." Galon briefly tightened his hug, then he released her and moved his head lower, down towards her underbelly. "Heat. Oestrus. Egg-making time. Hmm... But no, I don't smell the scent on you yet. Do you feel like you're in heat?"
Zilarin shrugged her wings. "Not really. I feel modestly aroused, but not more than usual, and definitely not at the level of heat. But it's been so long since the last time I stopped taking suppressants that I thought it would have happened faster. Especially since I drank a whole dose of inducer yesterday."
Galon raised his head and he looked at her through the mirror, with a flicker of concern crossing his brow. "Could it have... Could you have been taking the suppressors for so long that it somehow became permanent? All the hormones getting messed up?"
"I doubt that." Zilarin briefly considered that possibility, then dismissed it. "Speaking as a doctor, heat suppressants are the most consumed type of medicine. Their effects are temporary, reversible, and safe." Raising her forepaw to brush against Galon's cheek, she let a small burst of magical sparks tickle over his scales. "And I'm a healer. My magic doesn't let me stay sick or injured for long, anyway."
Galon leaned into her paw's touch. Then he blinked his eyes and gave her a curious look. "I... suppose you can't just use your magic to put yourself into heat?"
Zilarin shrugged her wings. "The magic just doesn't work for that. Healing affinity can work wonders, but it doesn't do everything." The drakka let out a soft, mildly annoyed huff. "Huh. There's a common misconception among some patients, who think that being a healer is about nothing more than having healing affinity. They come in and expect us to just touch a paw to their necks and instantly know everything that's wrong with their body, without them even explaining their symptoms. And then if we prescribe medicine, or even advise them to alter their unhealthy lifestyles, they get surprised that a dose of healing magic can't just fix everything."
Galon nodded apologetically. "I used to think that way, back when we were first courting. I used to think being a healer was just about having healing magic."
Zilarin tapped a single digit against her mate's snout. "You_did_. I remember one of our first dates you said something like that. And I had just come from a class, so I whipped out a medical textbook to correct your foolish ignorance." Galon was still hugging her from behind, and Zilarin stared at him through the mirror. "Admittedly, I then spent the rest of the evening filled with regret, thinking that I'd destroyed any chance of any further dates, because of how you kept staring at me with a weird look."
Now Galon laughed hard. "Hahaha! I was impressed not offended by your passion about being a healer. The knowledge you have about medicine and anatomy, and the care and compassion you have for those who need healing--that's attractive, to me at least."
"Well obviously I realize that now, given that we've been bonded for two decades. I just... my point was that, no, I can't use my healing magic to do whatever I want. Triggering or suppressing a heat cycle takes medicine, not magic."
"That makes sense. I really love you, Zil..." Galon hugged her again, then aligned their snouts for a gentle kiss, and for a moment Zilarin was blissfully certain that they were going to start their morning with a good, pleasing mating. Galon's paw brushed against her chest, then even drifted downwards, sliding smoothly over the harness straps that crossed her torso, but then to her great disappointment he withdrew before getting to her underbelly. "Time check. We are just past dawn, and we need to be getting to the airship docks soon."
Galon was always very punctual, whereas Zilarin didn't keep track of time as well--that difference had once been a surprisingly large source of conflict for their relationship, but over time they had both improved for each other. In this case specifically, they did have to be on time to catch their airship flight to the Outer Colonies, yet perhaps there was just enough leeway before they had to leave their home.
"Mhhmmm..." Zilarin let out a needy, disappointed sigh. Glancing back over her shoulder, the drakka dropped her forepaws to the ground and straightened up her hinds, half raising her tail in a questioning manner. "Do we have enough time to mate? Just a quick one. We have to make that egg!"
Galon's neck frill perked up. "You temptress!" he muttered with a grin. For a few seconds he clearly considered the idea, while Zilarin tried waving her rear from side to side in an enticing manner. Then Galon strolled forward and reached a forepaw to grab her tail--but instead of a sensual caress of her underbelly, he simply pushed her tail and hindquarters back down out of the mating posture. "No, we don't have time to be sexy. We have to fly for the docks really soon."
"Awww. Hahaha." Zilarin sighed, but then she laughed. "It's a half-day airship flight, right? So that means we won't be mating until this afternoon?"
Galon smiled a confident smirk. "Actually, the airship flight I booked us on has cabins instead of a shared seating area, so there will be opportunities once we get on board and are underway."
Zilarin beamed, and she jumped to her feet. "Oh, lovely. I shall look forward to these opportunities. It's fine--I'm not in heat yet, so I'm not feeling the need that badly yet." She gritted her teeth. "Mostly. Although... if we did have time...? But we don't have time. What a shame."
Galon laughed, and he walked over and let his wing brush against Zilarin's back--the touch was enough to make her shiver, but certainly not enough to satisfy her lust. Then Galon strolled out of the washroom and back into their bedroom, where his flight harness was laid out on the floor with its pouches already packed with various items for their vacation travel. The drake stepped into the harness loops and started pulling on his gear. "All in good time."
The two drakken both gave Jarzyl a hug, and she tightly hugged them back. Then Galon licked the fledgling on the side of her neck, while Zilarin ruffled Jarzyl's neck frill and patted it as it perked up around her head. Jarzyl was growing so fast, but for now she was still not yet fully adult size, and still short enough for Zilarin to easily pat her daughter on the head. "We'll miss you."
"I'll miss you more!" Jarzyl chirped.
"We'll only be gone for a few days. Don't get into too much trouble while we're away. Be good," Galon told her.
Jarzyl's reply to this was a highly suspect laugh that sounded like a mix between giggle and cackle. "Heheahaha... Yes of course." She smiled up innocently at her parents, looking for a moment just like the hatchling she had been barely a few years ago--not that she had been well-behaved even as a hatchling. All through her years of childhood and adolescence, Jarzyl has shown audaciousness and adventurous curiosity, frequently too much for her own good.
Galon let out an exaggerated sigh. "Huuh. Are you sure you'll be alright all alone at home? Maybe I should ask Mira and Fraez to come over and take care of you for this weekend. They can bring your two little cousins."
"What?! No, no. no. I'm a fledgling! I don't need babysitting!" Jarzyl's neck frill drooped flat against her neck, and her expression looked so horrified that Zilarin had to hold back a laugh.
Waving her wings, Jarzyl herded her parents over towards the balcony doors. "You really should be going--you don't want to miss your airship flight, right? Time to go! Enjoy your trip. Byyeeeee!"
Space came at an extreme premium in the dense, compact urban environment of the City of Wings, but the airship docks were one of the rare spaces where there was wide open area. This part of the docks was open to the air and resembled a massive field of concrete and steel, divided by paint into a hexagonal array of landing pads. Drakken airships were parked at regular intervals, perched on their landing gear or resting on huge support clamps mounted in each landing pad.
The dozens of airships spread out across the surface were just the tip of the iceberg. At several locations, landing pads were replaced by vast, rectangular shafts of metal leading downwards. Some of these landing pads were also immense elevators to transport airships down to the lower levels of the Airship Docks, where there were hangars bays for repair and maintenance.
Even as Zilarin and Galon watched, an airship powered its way across the sky right above them as it headed away from the landing pad it had just taken off from. The airship was shaped like an angular metal cigar, with steadily blinking lights at various points on its hull. And instead of having wings to flap like a dragon, the metallic craft simply hovered in sheer defiance of gravity. Wispy lines of chilly vapour trailed from its thruster ports as it flew forward, supported by powerful magic and engineering prowess.
Galon peered at the airship as it flew overhead. "That's a... That's one of those new clippers made by our clan. Mintaka Stormworker-class? Or was it Stormrider-class?" The drake shrugged his wings. "Jarzyl would remember the exact details. She likes airships."
"Is that the airship we're riding out for our trip?" Zilarin asked.
"I sure hope not, because if so, we have missed our flight. No, we're still in time for boarding. We should be headed to... landing pad 28." Galon pointed his wing. "That way!"
A short while later, Zilarin and Galon joined a small crowd of drakken who were loitering by the side of a landing pad, waiting to board the airship that was parked there. The craft was medium in size--not as huge as the heaviest cargo transports, but certainly large enough to be considered a proper airship that could leave the city and venture out into the Outer Colonies, not just some small skiff that only could fly within city boundaries. Crew could be seen working on and around the craft--connecting power conduits that transferred energy from the city's power core to the airship's core, making repairs to one of the hull plates, loading cargo and catering, and otherwise preparing the airship for its imminent journey.
However, Zilarin wasn't thinking about any of that at the moment. Even as she and Galon sat on their haunches amongst the crowd and waited to be allowed to board, Zilarin shifted her weight anxiously between her paws. "I may have made a mistake."
"Hmm?" Galon casually let his tail tip entwine with hers as they sat side by side. "What's the problem? Did you forget to pack something?"
Zilarin swallowed. "Not quite. I'm... I'm starting to feel it now. The heat. But I didn't put on a scent blocker." Drakka who were in heat had a specific scent, as their bodies produced natural sexual pheromones that were arousing to drakes who smelled them. The proper, civilized practice was for that scent to masked by a deodorant cream applied to the genital slit, so they weren't broadcasting their fertility to every drake nearby.
"Ah, right." Galon glanced around, but the crowd was decently spread out on the landing pad and there wasn't anyone else too close by. Leaning close, Galon sniffed at Zilarin, though he didn't specifically lower his head to her underbelly--that would have been crude to do in public. "I can't smell the heat scent on you yet."
"That's good. But I don't know how long it will last." Zilarin shifted her weight again, sitting uneasily. This was the sort of embarrassing issue normally reserved for female fledglings and young drakka, when their first few heat cycles were coming at irregular intervals that were hard to predict, and they hadn't yet learned to recognize the signs that a heat was imminent.
There had been several awkward but necessary conversations with Jarzyl about this specific part of growing up, so Zilarin didn't have any excuse for forgetting about the precautions involved with heat. It had been so long since her last heat cycle that she had simply forgotten to pre-emptively apply a scent blocker. She had at least packed it into her flight harness, but she couldn't just rub that deodorant into her genital slit right here in the open when there were other travellers around them.
But the signs were clear--she could feel herself starting to go into heat. From a medical perspective, the reported experience of being in heat could vary significantly between each drakka, but for Zilarin it had never been a very subtle affair. When she went into that natural cycle of fertility, the primary sensations were of warmth like a very mild, not unpleasant fever, but especially concentrated around her underbelly, coupled with an intense, near-constant state of arousal.
And that was just the subjective experience--with her magic, Zilarin could tell that many other changes happening in her body. Her hormone levels were altered from normal, causing her metabolic rate to change, affecting blood flow in various places, and causing all sorts of other changes. Her body was preparing itself to make an egg, setting up the physiological circumstances required for that natural task.
If only it were a better time, with some privacy. Zilarin glanced around to see if she could spot the nearest washroom, so she could go apply the scent blocking cream, but then the airship started boarding. Two of the crewmembers who were standing near the boarding ramp waving their wings, and one of them blew through a shrill metal whistle before letting out a melodic roar. "Pheeeee. Skkraaah! Attention! This transport is bound for Redhills, then onwards to Grendium. We are now ready to begin boarding. Please have your tickets for inspection! Redhills, then Gredium! Tickets please!"
The crowd of dragons gradually began moving forward, funnelling themselves slowly towards that boarding ramp as, one by one, travellers had their tickets checked by the aircrew, then were allowed to climb up the long, gently inclined ramp that led up into the airship.
Zilarin made a decision. They had their own cabin on this airship flight, so there was no point putting on a scent blocker now if their actions would soon be rubbing it away. "Galon, let's go."
Galon pushed to all four feet and stretched himself, before nodding and letting out a chuckle. "This is so fun! We haven't been on a trip together in so long."
"Yes, it's been too long since we've done this. It's also been too long since we've messed about while I'm in heat. Reminds me of our younger, more foolish days. Now let's get aboard. And quick, before there's any chance my heat scent is strong enough to be noticed by anyone." Zilarin briskly walked forward, and Galon was by her side.
"Welcome aboard, drak!" chirped an enthusiastic crewmember who was wearing a very new looking flight harness, with a stripe of blue-yellow colour woven into the fabric to make it a crew uniform, though it was slightly oversized. Combined with his general youthful appearance, this made him look so young that Zilarin half wondered if he was a fledgling. "My name is Rarli and I'm a member of the customer service team supporting you today! This transport is proudly operated by Clan Ikalato, and it is our pleasure to welcome you on board on behalf of the clan, as well as our banner alliance partner, Mintaka! Our final destination for today is Grendium, with a brief stop at Redhills. Let me show you to your cabin! Follow me, please!"
Zilarin and Galon followed the crewmember as he led them through the airship's clean metal corridors, breathlessly spouting a well-memorized speech about emergency safety procedures. Galon appeared to be listening, but Zilarin found it harder to pay attention because she was distracted by a growing, restless warmth in her underbelly.
There was no question that she was going into heat. Even a modest proximity to Galon was getting her aroused, and Zilarin couldn't help but think of what she wanted her mate to do to her. Her whole body felt energized and ready, yet it was her genital slit that especially emanated a sensation of need. She just itched with a desire to be filled, and her vaginal muscles trembled and clenched, making her feel distinctly unsatisfied. It was a crude, natural instinct that she could have ignored if necessary, except she didn't want to.
Perhaps the greatest problem was that she could feel her slit starting to grow wet from the heat-induced arousal. Her genitals were becoming warm and engorged, feeling desperate for a touch as they slicked themselves with natural lubricant in preparation for mating, even to the extent where Zilarin could the surrounding scales of her underbelly start to get wet too. She kept her tail firmly low as she walked so that this wetness wasn't visible, but she also knew that some of that fluid was undoubtedly evaporating and forming a scent that would soon be embarrassingly noticeable to any drake nearby.
It felt like an eternity of walking up stairways and through metal corridors, although given the size of the airship it surely couldn't have been more than a fraction of a minute. Finally the crewmember brought them to one particular doorway and he beckoned them inside. "This is your cabin, draks! Again, welcome aboard!"
Zilarin darted past Galon and was first inside the cabin. The interior was relatively compact and certainly far smaller than their bedroom at home, with most of the space taken up by a low double bed that could also be used as a seating cushion for a small desk that folded down from the wall. There was an attached balcony through an open doorway, and Zilarin briskly strolled forward and stepped out onto the balcony--she pretended she was looking at the view of the surrounding urban landscape and taking in the open space of the airship docks, whereas mostly she just wanted to get some distance so that the crewmember wouldn't smell her heat scent. That would have been improper, and most embarrassing.
"...will make an announcement when meal service is available in the cabin restaurant. Do let me know if you required any other sort of assistance. I can provide information on further connecting flights from Grendium, or tourist information if you are visiting for leisure," concluded the crewmember. "Enjoy your trip!" He bowed his head low, then shuffled out backwards through the cabin door.
Galon politely returned the bow. "Thank you very much." He closed the door shut. "And we're aboard! Our trip is about to begin," he said, turning towards Zilarin.
Zilarin partially wanted to rush over towards her mate and kiss him deeply, but mainly she felt awkwardly relieved that they finally had some privacy. Turning away from the balcony, she used her jaws to bite on the quick release straps of her flight harness, right over her shoulders. A quick yank, then another for the opposing shoulder, and her flight harness smoothly slid off her body and dropped onto the floor. Even though the pouches hadn't been very heavy, it was still a relief to be free of that minor burden.
Galon strolled over and pulled the release straps for his own flight harness. Zilarin helped him take off his harness, then she arranged both of their harnesses neatly by the side of the cabin. As she was doing so, she noticed that one pouch on Galon's harness seemed especially hard and heavy. "What did you pack in here? It feels like a sack of rocks."
"See for yourself," Galon suggested.
Zilarin undid the buckle and flipped open the pouch to discover that her initial guess had been completely correct. "It's... it is a sack of rocks." Smooth stones filled the harness pouch, coming in various shades of grey and white. Zilarin grabbed one of the larger stones and stared disbelievingly at it, then at her mate. "Why?!"
Galon grinned, with his neck frill perking up. "Sculpting material." He casually gestured, and the stone leapt out from Zilarin's grip and snapped right into his paw, pulled by magic.
Zilarin's mouth moved a few times, and she struggled to find the correct words to express what she thought of this idea. "Unbelievable."
"No, no. This makes perfect sense. Let me show you." Galon channelled his magic and made several sharp gestures with both paws, and suddenly the stone he was holding was reshaped into a rough miniature model of the airship they were now in. Admittedly the airship was an ovoid shape so this wasn't too drastic of a change from the stone's initial form, but it was clearly recognizable as an airship with little protrusions for the bridge and stabilizer fins. "See? I'm going to make little carvings for the memorable parts of our trip--something to keep on the shelf as mementos of our vacation to Grendium."
Zilarin frowned. This made sense, except that it didn't. "But... but... stones? Why?"
"I've just explained why. I have rock affinity, so I brought stones to carve and sculpt."
Zilarin scratched her head. "But they're stones. Why not just pick up some random stones from the ground? I'm sure you can find stone in Grendium."
Galon froze, as if this hadn't occurred to him. He managed to concoct an excuse after a few seconds. "Hmm, that might be feasible. But I don't know the quality of stones in Grendium." He gestured at his little freshly made stone carving of the airship. "This is top-quality hardstone. It's ideal for magical manipulation but also extremely durable."
Zilarin resisted the urge to pour the pouch of stones into a nearby waste bin. Instead she just shook her head. She strolled over towards the cabin bed and sprawled herself out on it, enjoying the cool feel of the bedsheet against her scales. "Fine. As long as you're carrying all these stones, not me."
Galon nodded earnestly. "Of course. You'll be having your own... stone to carry, I guess? Does an egg count as a stone?"
"It most certainly does not!" Zilarin retorted. "Or does it?"
"I believe eggshell is made from the same mineral as limestone."
"But that's just the shell. The inner bit of an egg is liquid."
"There are rocks that can be hollow or have liquid inside them--geodes," Galon countered.
Zilarin just shook her head. "It doesn't matter. It's just terminology." Her initial comfort at being able to relax on a bed was quickly beginning to feel insufficient. Raising her head from the sheets, she threw a look at Galon. "This bed is too big for just one person. And speaking of _eggs--_it's time we made one."
"Haha." With an easy chuckle, Galon hopped onto the bed beside her. He snuggled up against her side and let his wing rest over her front, and that simple close contact was deeply pleasant. Drake and drakka remained that way for a few moments, silently lying next to each other and enjoying the comfort of each other's presence.
Eventually though, Galon's neck frill perked up and his eyes widened. He sniffed the air, then sniffed closer at Zilarin. "Oh, I can smell it now. Ooh."
"Ahaha..." Now it was Zilarin's turn to laugh. "Good to know things are still working down there."
Breathing heavily, Galon nodded. "That's... that's heat. I can smell it on you. You smell delicious." Without Zilarin even having to directly touch his underbelly, the tip of his penis slipped past the lips of his genital slit, then started to push out further as his erection filled up with blood and swelled rapidly. That simple, familiar sight intensified the _need_that Zilarin was feeling.
She darted out her tongue and bathed Galon's snout in a flurry of affectionate licks. Then Galon stuck out his own tongue to lick her back, when ended up with their mouths interlocked in a kiss, tongues gently touching as they tasted each other. "Mhh. Zilarin."
Galon's magic was of a different flavour than hers. He could manipulate and move stone, yet even without healing affinity he made Zilarin's scales tingle. He shifted her tail aside, then his paw brushed lightly over her hindleg--with claws ever so slightly extended, he ran his paw against the inside of her thigh in a motion that was almost ticklish.
Zilarin grit her teeth and bit back a groan of need. Galon hadn't even touched her underbelly, let alone her genital slit, but he knew how to get her worked up. "Is the... is the door locked?" she panted.
With eyes still locked on her, Galon raised his paw and gestured towards the cabin door. It would have been an impressively suave use of his magic--at least if it had worked. Galon frowned. He stretched out his forelimb towards the door and tried again, and Zilarin could feel his muscles tensing as he attempted to channel magical power towards it, yet the cabin door's latch didn't move at all.
"It's metal, not stone," Zilarin noted.
Galon's neck frill drooped and he looked mildly offended, which Zilarin found hilarious. "Yes, I know! Stone affinity is closely related to metal affinity. The minerals are... the crystal structure... Just let me try this." He waved his paw at the door again, but the metal didn't react.
Zilarin let out a prolonged snort which dragged into a giggle. "Snnnnrt--hehehehe... hahahaha!" Galon's expression of mock outrage at this laughter just served to make her laugh even harder, until she could hardly breathe.
Galon's frill drooped completely flat against his neck. "Continual improvement is a clan principle. One day I'll figure out metal as well as stone."
"Maybe you will, but right now that door is still unlocked," Zilarin pointed out.
With a sharp motion Galon tugged out of their shared embrace. He trotted over towards the door with head held high, batted the latch shut, then spun around sharply and jumped back onto the bed. "There. Now we have privacy.Woah."
Galon let out a grunt as Zilarin rolled him flat onto his back, then she clambered over his body. "You're funny." At first Zilarin wanted to immediately get to mating again, but then a different idea occurred to her--last night had already been a rush, so now she would take things just a little slower. Instead of lining up their underbellies, Zilarin slid downwards on the bed and moved her snout towards Galon's malehood.
Galon's neck frill perked all the way straight up off his head, and his eyes slowly went half lidded. "Oohhh..." He let out a pleasured moan as Zilarin bumped her snout against his underbelly, then used her tongue to stimulate. Already all the way out of his genital slit, his erection was a sleek length of unscaled, masculine flesh that tapered smoothly to a point. Slick, clear fluid was starting to leak from the tip of his erection as well as from the base, as his body produced natural lubrication in preparation for coupling--Zilarin used her tongue to spread that salty, slippery fluid to coat all of Galon's erection, and the stimulation made him produce even more.
With a shudder, Zilarin curled her tail and used the tip to rub against her own genital slit. That provided some modest teasing pleasure to her too, but only enough to make her wish to be properly filled. Zilarin gave a few more impatient licks to her mate's malehood, but then she stopped. "Can we just get to proper sex?"
Now it was Galon's turn to laugh. "Hah. Feeling impatient, are you?"
Zilarin shrugged her wings. "It's my heat cycle. I'm biologically encouraged to mate and reproduce."
"Is it really the heat, or are you just in a rush? Not that I'm complaining."
"You want to see a rush--I'll show you a rush." In a quick movement, Zilarin clambered upwards on the bed so her body was positioned right above Galon. With their underbellies aligned, she coiled the tip of her tail around her mate's erection and carefully guided the tip of that virile organ into her depths as she lowered herself down. "Yes..."
"That's nice," Galon sighed, and he thrust upwards into her, burying himself all the way deep.
Zilarin wasted no time. She started grinding herself against Galon's body, not quite lifting her hips but instead sliding forward and back to drive the motions of intercourse. It took Galon a few moments to get the hang of the rhythm, but then he started moving his body in time with hers, like an elegant, primal dance of pleasure.
Nothing really compared with these quiet, frantic, intimate moments spent together. Zilarin let one of her forepaws rest against Galon's smoothly scaled chest, and her other paw pressed against his wing as she humped him. She started panting softly, as exertion and exquisite pleasure started taking their toll.
"Galon," Zilarin murmured, and then she got her jaws around Galon's throat and gently bit down--not enough for her teeth to prick his scales or even lightly choke him, but just because some instinct around her was so _hungry_for her partner. Every thrust was probing deep, spreading apart sensitive flesh and leaving her underbelly feeling pleasantly filled. Drakka and drake fit together like lock and key, and when each stroke was deepest Zilarin could feel the slight bulge of Galon's knot. It slipped into her with ease, and her muscles lightly clenched around it as if he was meant to be there.
It didn't take too long at all before Zilarin felt the wonderful, building wave of pleasure gradually crest over into climax. The steady rhythm of their mating was broken then, as she slammed her hips down and pressed herself against Galon's body, keeping them slit to slit with his length buried fully inside her.
"Grraaahhh...!" An incoherent groan tore its way out of her throat, and she writhed senselessly as everything just went white with pleasure. Her scales felt warm and sensitive all over, but the bliss originated first from her underbelly as her muscles tensed and relaxed in patterns she could not control.
It was only in rare situations where Galon could weather through such intense stimulation, and not this time. He clutched at her body and went fully stiff for a few seconds, while his knot swelled and locked himself into her--and then with a soft sigh he exploded into her.
The two partners panted tiredly, still tangled up in each other's embrace, still coupled in the most intimate of ways. Zilarin could clearly feel her mate's length buried inside her, His knot had shrunken down, though his erection was otherwise still fully stiff despite having successfully accomplished its mission. Yet even though they had both climaxed, she could feel a craving for more. On another day, she would likely have been satisfied and they would have moved on to do something else like chatting, grooming scales, doing some work, or even just going to sleep--but this was no regular day. The only productivity planned in their schedule was reproduction. She was a drakka in heat, which meant that arousal was persistent.
And her arousal was, in a certain way, contagious. The pheromones of a drakka in heat easily got a drake aroused, and Galon could surely have gone another round in a short while. But why wait?
Zilarin reached inwards and channelled the magic power that ran through her. Her paws had been clutched around Galon's midriff, but now she slid one paw down his body and let her touch brush against that warm, sticky mess where their genital slits were pressed up together. Sparks of bluish-white colour danced about her digits, before sinking into their scales and flesh.
Galon's eyes were closed, but his neck frill twitched slightly. "Zil, are you doing something?"
Zilarin's answer was to channel more of her magic and send it in a focused surge. The rhythmic, firm motions of intercourse were deeply pleasurable, but underneath all that pleasure and arousal was minor damage--miniscule bruises, muscles worked a bit too far, or even overstretched tissue--and now she fixed it all with the push of her will. That alone would have been enough, but Zilarin went further. She pumped healing energy into both their bodies, erasing away tiredness from muscles, and causing glands and vesicles to go into overdrive and refill their spent sexual fluids far faster than normal. All around she rejuvenated and reenergized them both, pushing even further than was normal.
Galon's erection might have softened just the slightest amount, but that immediately reversed as blood came rushing back into his groin, brought by a forceful arousal. "Oohh..." The drake blinked his eyes open and stared at her, amused. "You did the thing, didn't you?"
"It is very liberating to be able to do whatever I want with my magic," Zilarin casually said. "No need to worry about reserving my power. No need to think about when my next shift is coming, or whether I should charge up a healing crystal, or any of that. The amount of magic I just spent was enough to heal a major bone fracture, and instead I've just wasted it on making us both indescribably horny again."
Galon laughed. "Haha. Let's not waste it then. How about we make extra, extra sure that you'll be laying an egg?" With a sudden motion he flicked his wings to roll them over, so that Zilarin was lying back against the bed again, and he was crouched over her. He hadn't even pulled out, and now they were going again. First he shifted her hips into a better position, and then that glorious motion returned--thrust after thrust after thrust. Galon let out a hiss. "Tsss. That's good."
Zilarin grit her teeth, and she slapped her tail tip against the bedsheet. "Galon..."
Galon shook his head, even as he kept thrusting in a modest pace. "You and your magic. Arrrgh, I'm so blasted sensitive."
"I could have gone further. I can make you shoot whenever I want," Zilarin murmured. Through the fog of arousal that was increasingly clouding her thoughts again, a memory surfaced. "Remember the first time I did this? When we were first courting?"
Galon laughed. "Ah. The... night after we went for that concert, was it? When you asked me to fly with you back to your dormitory room, then you... uh... Sky spirits, that is a potent memory. I suspect that if I think too much about it, this mating will come to a quick, messy finish."
Raising a forepaw, Zilarin let a flicker of sparks dance around her digits. "Oh, you might finish, but we won't be finished so fast. You'll be finishing again, and again, and so will I. That I can assure you." She smiled cheekily. "Just like that time."
"Hmm, yes. That time. That first time, when you used your magic and your snout to suckle me off again and again until I just about fainted." Galon's snout scrunched up and he closed his eyes, before dropping his head against her shoulder and groaning. "Ahhh... I am so blasted sensitive, and you are so damn warm."
Each thrust he made was firm and quick, and Zilarin could feel the force as his body moved against hers. She coiled her tail tight against Galon, leaving him little room to withdraw and ensuring he stayed deep. Each movement was an electric jolt of pleasure, fading into a warm buzz that just kept building. "Mate me, Galon. Give me your seed again... Let's make that egg."
Ancient, primal instinct took hold, and natural reflexes did what they had to. With another barely restrained moan, Galon made one final deep thrust that ended the steady rhythm he'd maintained over the last minute. As the two dragons pressed slit to slit against each other, Zilarin felt that distinctive pressure against her inside as Galon's knot bloated up again--it was a deeply pleasurable sensation to be filled just right, and her muscles clenched down as she was kicked over the edge of her own climax.
Zilarin clutched her mate close, and the two partners shuddered against each other. Galon was panting heavily, his breath warm against Zilarin's throat as he rested his snout against her neck. "Ahh... hah... again."
"Mhhh." And then they did it again. With a push of her affinity, healing magic washed over them both and then the next round of mating started. There was no time to be tired, or to recuperate, or even to contemplate what they were doing--lust and instinct were making the decisions for them, not that their rational minds would have disagreed.
At some point, they finally had to stop. Zilarin's inner reserves of magical energy weren't yet fully depleted, however healing magic could work only on the flesh and not on the mind--eventually the sheer, excessive ecstasy of repeated climaxes wore both drake and drakka down.
"Enough... That's... that will do..." Zilarin sighed, after she rode Galon to one last climax. She slumped down on top of her partner, and they finally rested.
"Mmh... nrggh... Sky spirits." Galon shook his head from side to side, making his neck frill flutter. "That has to be a new personal record of some sort that we've just set here." He shifted his head towards her and licked her affectionately on the snout, or at least tried to. "My mouth is so dry..."
"That's not a good sign." Now that she thought about it, Zilarin realized that she felt thirsty too. "Ok, yes, this is definitely a good time to take a break. Healing magic can't stave off dehydration."
Zilarin lifted herself off Galon, and a wet, sticky, drippy mess of bodily fluid covered both their underbellies. It was disgusting, and erotic, and hopefully it wouldn't stain the cabin bed. Stretching out her tail, Zilarin pulled her flight harness over towards the side of the bed. "Where's the water?"
With how busy she had been at work, Galon had packed everything they were bringing for this trip. "Check the centre main pouch," he told her.
Zilarin did so, where she found a water bag that was fit neatly in. She unscrewed the cap and took a long draught, then she passed it to Galon.
"Thanks." Galon gulped down water. The drake was lying on his back, sprawled out over the bed with his wings spread open. His erection was still jutting out from his genital slit, though it was finally starting to soften after a good few hours of vigorous use.
Zilarin idly contemplated not letting that happen. "We could keep going," she suggested.
"We could." Galon nodded over towards the cabin's balcony. The airship had long ago lifted off, and now they were many leagues away from the city and flying above a beautiful natural landscape--green rolling hills and curving rivers, lit by bright sunlight under a clear blue sky. "But we did pay a decent amount for these airship tickets. Want to at least go check out the restaurant and eat our fill?"
"I like that idea."
TO BE CONTINUED