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Fírnen shot across the sky heading towards the nearby stream. He could feel his seed still clinging to his scales and knew he had to get cleaned up quickly. He thought back to the dream that he had and was still shocked about how he acted and said in his dream. "Where did that come from Fírnen, you dirty beast" he thought to himself. Even though it was just a dream it filled him with a bit of shame for taking such liberties with Saphira and what he called her.

Fírnen tucked his wings in slightly and descended towards the stream, he could see Saphira standing on the banks body poised with grace while she focused on the fish in the stream. Faster than Fírnen could make out her head speared into the water trying to catch a fish, however her injured wing was still troubling her and she almost lost her balance. When she righted herself Fírnen could see that she was unsuccessful.

He adjusted his course and went to land a fair way upstream, he wanted to make sure he was cleaned up before she saw him. He slowed down as much as he could, once his back feet touched the water he tucked his wings in and fell into the water. The cold water rushed over his scales and he took the opportunity to take a deep gulp of water. Rolling in the water he used his paws to scrub the dried seed off of his scales, with the addition of water it came off quickly. He made sure to scrub every inch again and again to be sure that he was clean. Once satisfied he stretched out on his back, letting the current take him. As he drifted along he listened to the sounds of the water running past him, the birds had started chirping in the trees and the sound of the wind through the leaves of the trees calmed him. These were the sounds of his forest. He continued to drift down stream for a while until the stream opened up to a larger river section. Turning his head he saw that he was drifting close to the section of stream that Saphira was fishing in.

"How is your wing?" he asked still on his back he moved his tail to direct his course to go towards her. She stood with her neck curved ready to strike a fish, she tried to mantle her wings as she went to launch at a fish but one wing was still not cooperating. With a quick splash she dove her head into the water but again came up empty.

"Better, but I'm not sure I could fly on it just yet. I feel these fish are mocking me"

"Maybe they just want to see what a dragoness looks like" he said drifting within her fishing area.

"Now your scaring them away" she said swiping the water with her paw scattering what little fish had remained.

"Would you like me to catch you something?" he asked sensing that she was getting upset at her wing.

"No! I don't need you to catch me something. I'm perfectly capable of hunting myself." she said with a huff and moved to another section of the bank.

Sighing he could tell that she was in a mood. "Ok then, how about you catch something for me" he said as he righted himself and launched out of the water with a flap of his wings.

Droplets from his wings splashed Saphira "Excuse me!? I am not some handmaiden to be commanded!"

Fírnen ignored her and took off towards the far side of the river, Saphira watched him as he dove down to the water only to pull up at the last second then pulled up, turned and did it again. Confused she continued to watch, she wasn't sure if this was some kind of courtship dance but it wasn't working on her. As he dove at the water he slowly started to make his way towards her, diving down, pulling up turning and repeating. As he started to get closer to her he started moving faster, alternating between the diving and skimming the water. He started flying low over the water while lowering a back claw into the water causing it to spray.

Saphira had long forgotten about fishing and was now watching this strange display. She was starting to see how his agility had developed and started to see something silver in the water causing it to bubble and churn between her and where Fírnen was flying and it seemed to be being pushed towards her. He started getting very close to her and she could feel the wind off his wings.

"Are you ready?" he asked while pulling out of a dive and circling around her.

"Ready for what?"

"Breakfast!" he said as he dove at the water, He did not enter gracefully but seemed to attack the surface of the water causing the largest splash he could. As soon as he entered the water the silvery mass launched out of the water at her. Instinctively she attacked it with her jaw as it leapt at her head. She was surprised when her teeth dug into the soft flesh of a fish. Even more surprised when more fish launched out of the water some smacking her in the face. Stunned she took a few steps back with the fish still wriggling in her jaws, she looked around her and there was now a whole school of large fish all flailing around on the ground. Turning back towards Fírnen he popped his head out of the water smiling. "Look, you got one!" he slowly paddled his way to the shore.

Saphira still with a fish in her mouth was stunned, she had never heard of a dragon fishing like that. She watched as he climbed out of the river, the water glistening off of his scales, time seemed to slow as she watched Fírnen flare his wings and shake his whole body sending water droplets flying. His muscles moving gracefully under his scales, she felt a familiar feeling stir inside her, something instinctual about a male providing tugging at her baser instincts.

He walked over to her and assessed the fish floundering on the ground. "Not a bad haul" he remarked and then noticed that she was still staring at him with a fish in her mouth. Thinking she was holding the fish for him he moved towards her muzzle "Is that for me? Thank-you" their noses almost touching before she realized what was happening. She pulled away at the last second.

"What? no, This is mine"

Fírnen was stumped for a second "sorry, I thought you were holding it for me" he pulled back awkwardly the sounds of the fish flapping around breaking the silence. He then turned to a fish on the ground and dug into it.

Saphira was kicking herself, she panicked and had pushed him away by accident. Guilt welled up in her. He had just helped her by letting her catch fish as asked but she had just snapped at him.

"Saphira, you are meant to eat the fish not hold it" he said as he dug into a second fish.

Realizing that she was still holding the now dead fish in her mouth she lay down and bit into it, its flesh stirring her hunger and she started digging in with gusto.

Fírnen watched her out of the corner of his eye as she devoured her fish, she was clearly hungry and while he elegantly dismantled his fish she would just rip into it.

Once satisfied Fírnen collected a few more of the fish and brought them over to Saphira who was still going. "Here, I don't want them to go to waste." Saphira huffed a thanks and continued. Fírnen sat down and looked over the river, the sounds of Saphira tearing fish was distracting but somehow comforting, he knew that he had done something to help for once.

"Thank-you Fírnen, I needed that." Saphira murmured, her pride stinging about thanking another dragon for something as basic as food. After they sat in silence for a while she spoke "So where did you learn to fish like that"

His chest swelled "When I was smaller I would fly over the water and chase fish, I made myself a game where I would try to round up the as many fish as possible. And then that developed into fishing" he explained proudly. "It is a bit quicker than fishing one by one" he teased.

Amused, Saphira developed in her mind a retort about her method developing stronger striking power but conceded instead, it was a nice moment between them and she didn't want to ruin it.

Changing the subject. "Did you sleep well Fírnen?"

His heart beat rapidly increased, thinking about the dream he had. "Uh, yeah, you were good-I mean It was good, I slept good, yes thank-you" he stuttered his panic and shame rising through their connection.

Saphira looked at him quizzically not really understanding his reaction. "That's good, It was nice to have a nice warm cave to sleep in" she admitted.

Fírnen calmed himself down, remembering it was just a dream and there was no way she could know the filthy things he dreamt. He noticed she had spread her wings and stretched out slightly to bask in the sun. "Did you sleep well?" Fírnen asked not really sure if she wanted him to ask.

"Yes fine" she said lying.

"Can I say something? but you have to promise you wont get angry" Fírnen asked, Her head turned slowly to stare at him. Instantly he felt small, her powerful gaze pinning him down where he lay.

Seeing his nostrils flare with stress, she tried to soften her gaze. "Sure" she said shortly.

"I heard you tossing and turning last night. I wasn't sure if I should wake you or not. What were you dreaming about?"

Saphira stared intently at him for a while running through a few lies in her head thinking of the best one, as she was about to tell him she noticed he was staring at her with a concerned gaze. He was only trying to help and she was about to push him away. Her thoughts tore at her until she finally said shortly. "The war". With a huff she turned away from him and rested her chin on a rock.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked after a pause.

Saphira didn't respond to him and focused on the sounds of the water running down the river. The birds had returned to their songs now that the dragons had stopped moving. She could felt a sense of calm come over her, There were no sounds of a camp, no fighters sparing nearby, no smells of horses and war. Taking a deep breath she relaxed her body.

Fírnen watched her out of the corner of his eye, He wanted to try and be helpful and realized something. "I just realized, I could fly back and bring Eragon or Arya back to fix your wing."

"I don't think I want to explain everything to him just yet, My wing feels better this morning. Maybe tonight I will try to fly on it" She said keeping her eyes closed. She had talked to Eragon prior to meeting and he told her to not be too hard on him, she felt guilty if she had to explain how she has acted towards Fírnen.

That lay in peace for a while before Fírnen interrupted again. "So, Arya and Eragon hey..."

Saphira turned to him with a smirk, "I'm sure he has already proposed to her by now, Probably twice knowing him" Saphira chuckled.

Fírnen burst out laughing, his laugh sounding like boulders rolling. He rolled onto his back and kicked a leg. "Oh I'm glad you feel that way Saphira, I was worried you thought his actions were normal"

Saphira smiled seeing Fírnen so relaxed, Rolling onto your back as a dragon can be a sign of submission or in this case trust. "No that child wouldn't take a hint if it was a kick from a horse" she mused. Fírnen continued to laugh hysterically.

"Oh, I needed that Saphira" he said righting himself and wiping a tear from his eye. Saphira chuckled at him for laughing so hard so easily.

Changing the subject slightly "So Fírnen, What is Arya like as a rider?" Saphira was curious as to what his experiences were growing up.

"She is good I guess, I don't know." Fírnen said. "She is pretty busy with queen stuff now. I spend most of my time reading. Sometimes I sit in on her court and listen to the going-ons of the world. But its kind of boring, its usually a report of some skirmish of those still longer loyal to the mad king, otherwise its a case of some negotiation for repatriation between the elves, Varden and the noblemen that were loyal to the mad king.

I found the timings for the run from Ormis's hut and the stone of broken eggs and I sometimes get one of the elves to time me to see how I match up"

"Timings?" Saphira inquired.

"From the riders past they would race from where Orimis's hut now sits and the stone of broken eggs and they recorded their times. Apparently before the war with Galbatorix, drakes and dragonesses used to use it as a non-violent way get the attention of the opposite sex." He stopped unsure where his story was going. "So, I see their times and see if I can beat them."

"I wasn't aware of such a thing" Saphira admitted. "I think my training was more focused on survival, not games"

"Really? your name is on the list"

Saphira looked at him confused.

"Your name is on the list Saphira, Glaedr must have timed you"

Saphira remembered a few occasions where Glaedr would drive her to fly faster and harder but never knew that she was being recorded. "How did I go?" She asked her competitive side starting to show.

"Very well, I cant come close to your time." Fírnen said, "Glaedr, always remarked about how well you flew for never having any formal training. I think if things were different you would have the pick of the drakes if you wanted it" Fírnen watched as she smiled looking pleased with herself. He continued "The way that you move through the air is incredible. Your strength in the air is awe inspiring, the way your scales shimmer in the sunlight is like jewelry."

"Your very kind Fírnen. Thank-you" Saphira Mused. "You flew well considering you have not had another dragon training you. I remember learning a lot from Glaedr. I feel I was too harsh on you for expecting you to keep up, when you have not had the same experiences."

Fírnen not knowing what to say decided to say nothing at all. Saphira turned her head towards the river and before lying own she stretched her neck and shoulders, flinching as it was stiff. Fírnen heard her intake of breath and looked concerned. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, just a bit stiff, I think I'm having to carry my wing differently which is hurting my neck"

Fírnen paused trying to think of how to ask if he could help, in the end he just went for it "Would you like me to give it a massage?"

"a what now?" She asked, giving him a sideways glance.

"A massage" he repeated, noticing her still looking confused at him "You know, a neck stretch?" he asked trying to think of another way of asking. She still looked confused. "Have you not had someone rub your neck before?"

"Eragon strokes my neck every so often, is that what you mean" the concept of a massage being foreign to her.

"This isnt a neck pat Saphira, it can be very relaxing and help ease tension in your neck." Fírnen getting excited about the possibility of helping.

Saphira was still not convinced. "I still dont understand"

Getting to his feet Fírnen padded over to Saphira. "Just stay where you are, ill show you"

Saphira tensed as he came closer, lying down she felt small compared to him. Seeing her muscles clench as he got closer he tried to put her at ease. "Its ok, just close your eyes and relax. Let me take care of you"

"I don't know about this Fírnen" Saphira sounded cautious. "I don't know if I like the idea of you being this close"

"Hush now, eyes closed, relax" Fírnen tried to sound assertive. Not completely convinced Saphira closed her eyes, she was tense as she could feel Fírnen standing next to her prone form, she flinched eyes snapping open as she felt his paw touch her neck. He quickly removed his paw "Calm now Saphira, it only works if your relaxed"

"Then I think we are wasting time then" Saphira growled "I don't like people touching me, especially when I cant see them"

"Just close your eyes Saphira, Take a deep breath and go to your happy place"

"My what now?"

"You know, your happy place, the place you go in your mind to relax. I'm going to touch you with my paws now" he announced. She felt better being told she was about to be touched but Fírnen could tell she was still as tight as a drum. He slowly moved his paws down her neck towards her shoulders. "Saphira, how about you tell me about your happy place, would that help you relax?"

"I don't have a happy place" she said groaning as she felt his paws go over a sensitive spot on her spine. Sighing she tried to force herself to relax, "Everywhere I go, bad things happen. I don't think I have stayed anywhere long enough to make it my happy place"

Fírnen thought for a while, he knew of her battles and knew it was right. During the war there was so much fighting and she was always either in a battle or moving to a battle. Trying to think outside the box "What about before the war? When you were at Eragon's farm? what was that like"

"It wasn't his farm, it was his uncles." She started, she could still remember the forest of the spine, it smelt similar to the forest she was in now. She could remember seeing the trees reach up into the sky casting a cool shade on the undergrowth. She remembers the hide that Eragon made for her and the time they spent together in the forest, him reading to her and her listening to the details of this world she would eventually explore. Fírnen could feel her relax under his paws and started to run them through the scales on her neck. Saphira could feel the tension starting to melt away, "It was good back then, There was no war, No Varden, no Mad King, Just the forest. Eragon used to get up early and we would spend time together until he had to do his chores. Afterwards we would explore the forest together" She sighed deeply. "I remember when I was there I wanted nothing more than to explore the world, Looking back on it I wish that I could have stayed there forever." She drifted off as she relaxed more and more, She could feel Fírnen's paws working her shoulders and back. As one of his claws snagged on a scale she jolted awake again, Her heart rate beating rapidly as she remembered the Ra'zac, Eragon's uncle being killed because of her, the hunt through the valley as she tried to escape with Brom and Eragon.

"Whoah now Saphira, Breathe, its ok. Your safe. Your ok" Fírnen tried to calm her as she tensed under him.

"I'm Sorry Fírnen, I dont think this is working. Even the farm has some painful memories I would rather forget" she said starting to get up.

"Stop Saphira, No" he said putting a firm paw between her shoulders not realizing his voice raising. she turned her head to look at him. "Please, stop let me help you. If those places have bad memories, lets focus on somewhere that you haven't had a bad experience."

"Fírnen please remove your paw from me, before I remove it from you" she growled.

"You wouldn't" He said trying to call her bluff, he knew he was playing a dangerous game. One that he could not easily win. "Saphira, you always say that everyone wants something from you. Let me just help you. If the farm is too traumatic for you, what about right here and now?"

"You mean pinned to the ground by a whelp with a hero complex?" She asked, her words paining her as much as him.

Ignoring her hurtful words he pushed on, "No, I mean right here in this forest. Listen to the trees, Can you hear the birds singing, the water running down the river. Right here, right now there is nothing bad going to happen to you."

Saphira paused for a moment, staring deeply into his amber eyes. She could feel his paw trembling on her back and she knew he was only trying to help. "Fine" she said lying her neck back down on the ground.

Fírnen breathed a sigh of relief that made Saphira smirk. His paws returned to her neck and resumed rubbing away her tension. "Besides Saphira, I think we both learnt yesterday that I couldn't hurt you even if I wanted to" he joked trying to break the awkward silence.

"Fírnen I think we also learnt that the only way you can hurt me is if you are too clingy" She joked trying to rebuild their trust.

"Maybe.... Or maybe I took some lessons from your rider"

Saphira's laughter was music to his ears, her body vibrated with each chuckle. Fírnen continued, Moving his paws across her back, feeling the powerful muscles used for flying, He occasionally explained what he was doing if he was going near a new area on her back or near her damaged wing. Saphira had relaxed again, she focused on the sounds of the forest around her, the river as Fírnen had suggested and she indeed felt a calm wash over her. "You are quite good at this Fírnen" she muttered sleepily.

Fírnen felt good hearing her words, "Thank-you Saphira, I had read a lot of scrolls about elves doing this and assumed that it would work. I'm going to be moving to your hips now, is that ok?" he asked as he slowly made his way down her spine. Saphira was lost in thought but was interrupted by his paws roaming her hips and thighs. At first she thought it would feel wrong or invasive, but the more he continued the better it felt. As he reached the base of her tail she could feel his paws trembling slightly. She tried to relax more showing to him that she wasn't going to snap at him.

"Sorry for calling you a whelp with a hero complex, that was uncalled for." Saphira said eyes closed in deep relaxation. "Growing up, violence was always the solution to the problem and sometimes I say things before I think." She purred slightly as his paw pads worked the base of her tail. "I feel I owe you an explanation for my behavior yesterday Fírnen. You are a great dragon and have grown up surprisingly well for not having another dragon to engage with"

"Thank-you Saphira, but you don't owe me anything Saphira, I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe I do have some kind of hero complex, for some reason I thought that we would meet and you would train me to do all the amazing things you achieved, just like the scrolls I read. It never occurred to me that you wouldn't want to train another dragon. I may not fully understand why, but its your decision after all"

Saphira lay quietly while he continued down her tail, she felt like she was resting on a cloud while his skilled hands worked over her knots. "I don't want to teach you Fírnen because I don't think I'm the best dragon to teach you." she confided. Fírnen slowed down, it was rare for a dragon to no claim to be the best at something, usually their pride would have them claim otherwise. "Ever since I left the farm as a whelp I have been either hunted or hunter, Where the dragons of old were peace keepers and icons of peace, all I have ever known is war. The idea of now teaching the next generation of riders scares me. What can I teach them apart from how to fight? We are now on a tightrope of peace between the nations and suddenly I have been given the responsibility of training other dragons. I have seen what 3 dragons can do on the landscape of Alagaësia, And now I am responsible for teaching a whole group of eggs when they hatch." Saphira shivered at the thought.

"Can I ask you something Saphira?" Fírnen said pausing his roaming paws. he took silence as a sign to continue "I may already know the answer, but do you enjoy battles?"

"What sort of question is that"

"What I said, Do you enjoy battles, The killing, The violence, Leading troops into battle and fighting for the result?"

"NO! Not at all! haven't you been listening to anything I've been saying?" Saphira sat up and turned to stare at him.

"Well then, I think you will be a great teacher" Fírnen said smiling, clearly seeing something Saphira didn't. "I think that a teacher or leader who knows how to fight, but doesn't want too is exactly what we need right now. I think the reason why we got into such a mess is we didn't have someone who would was strong and yet willing to talk and negotiate. Everyone just responded to violence with more violence and we all paid the price, Now that the war is over we have a new chance at being keepers of the peace and having someone who enjoys other suffering in charge is unacceptable."

Saphira looked at him stumped, how could something so wise come out of someone so innocent. She looked deeply into his amber eyes and he matched her gaze until she turned away. She stood up and stretched her limbs felt like jelly with how relaxed they were. "Your not a bad egg Fírnen, ill give you that." She could feel him smiling through their connection.

A rain cloud covered the mid-day sun bathing the river bank in shade, "I think we might want to head back to the cave before it starts raining" Saphira said, a new sense of respect for the young dragon had formed in her heart.

"Do you need to rest your wing on me like last time?" He asked

"No, I dont need to" she said as she draped her wing over him and pulled him close the feeling of his body against her side comforting her "But I want to."

Fírnen smiled as they walked up to the cave, he pulled out a scroll with his jaws and settled down on his furs as rain started to fall. Saphira roamed his cave a bit more, there was a new scent in the cave that smelt strongly of Fírnen but different, somehow stronger and more exciting. She couldn't put her claw on what it was and trusted her nose to find the source. Fírnen watched her roam around the cave sniffing things here and there, he tried to concentrate on his scroll but her constant moving was distracting. "Can I get you something?" he asked.

"There is some new smell here, I'm trying to work it out" Said Saphira, Fírnen dismissed her and returned to his scroll until her questing nose came to his bed. "It smells good, I don't know what it is but it makes me feel alive. Don't you smell it?" He suddenly remember the activities in his dream and nervously shuffled his furs under him.

Saphira stopped when she realized the scent was coming from Fírnen, Confused she looked up at him, he was nervously looking back, his paws clinging to his furs and tucked under him. "It must be nothing" she concluded and padded away only to flop down on the stone floor near the entrance.

"Saphira, do you want some furs? They are more comfortable than the stone floor" he asked feeling rude that he hadn't offered her some sooner.

Saphira contemplated for a moment "Sure" she said with a glint in her eyes, she stood up and padded over to him. Before he could get up she flopped down next to him. "Your right, much more comfortable" She rested her head on her paws and snoozed while he read his scroll. That smell was stronger on these furs and it made her quiver inside. She wriggled a little bit trying to get comfortable but that smell was driving her nuts, with a shiver she felt herself become moist.

Fírnen noticed her shiver and extended a wing over her, pulling her against his side. "better?" he asked. Saphira was about to say something about not actually being cold but stopped, Under his wing she felt warm, safe and secure. She pushed herself up against him more and sighed contently.

As the rain continued, they stayed nestled together in the cave, their scales glimmering in the dim light. The bed of furs was cramped, but it didn't matter. They were content to be close to each other, sharing warmth in the chill of the night. Saphira's head drifted over to his paws while she snoozed. Her wings were folded in tight against her body, and her tail curled around hers, creating a cocoon of safety and comfort. Fírnen's own wings were relaxed, draping over them both like a soft blanket.

The sound of their breathing was slow and steady, the rhythm of their heartbeats in sync. He looked down at her marveling at her beauty, his breaths were soft and warm against Saphira's neck, and she sighed contentedly, relishing the sensation.

As they lay there, Saphira ran her claws lightly over Fírnen's scales, tracing the intricate patterns that covered his skin. His scales were smooth and cool to the touch, and she could feel the muscles beneath them shift as he breathed.

Fírnen responded by nuzzling his head against her, his snout rubbing gently against her cheek. The texture of his scales against her scales was rough, but not unpleasant. Saphira closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, feeling her worries and fears slip away.

In the distance, they could hear the sound of rain falling outside, the echo bouncing off the walls of the cave. But it was a distant sound, a background to their moment of peace. For a time, they simply lay there, holding each other, lost in the moment.

Fírnen nuzzled his head against Saphira's neck, his warm breath caressing her skin. She felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spine as he licked behind her jaw. Slowly waking from her snooze she felt herself becoming more aroused, Something about being held in a nice warm safe cave was working for her. She didn't want to ruin her friendship but as Fírnen continued to nuzzle her she had to say something. "Fírnen. How would you describe us?"

Fírnen paused for a second unsure what she meant. "We are both Dragons, Saphira?"

"No like.... Never mind"

Fírnen continued his his licks and nuzzles. "I would be lying if I didn't think you were beautiful Saphira. I find you fascinating, and intoxicating." Sensing she didn't resist he started trailing his licks and nuzzles down her neck. she could feel herself becoming damp between her legs as he continued his path. "I think you are strong, wise, but also gentle, I think you deserve more than what has been given to you, I would like to see that moving forwards you are happy. I think you should not be denied the pleasures of the world any longer, and I hope to be there with you as you experience it." He started to nibble on her neck and Saphira gasped, feeling a jolt of excitement shoot through her.

"Fírnen, How far would you go?" she questioned, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch.

"To the end of the world and back. You deserve to be happy" He said inhaling her scent, he could smell her arousal in the air which drove his member to start to emerge from his sheath.

"Before you go to the end of the world. would you go between my legs" Saphira asked, unsure if she was being too blunt but his nibbles and licks were driving her crazy. He hesitated for a moment before she rolled over onto her back, looking down he could see her toned chest and belly leading to her vent, He didn't want to be caught staring but couldn't help notice it swollen and puffy. He dove his head down onto her chest and started licking and nibbling with renewed vigor, slowly moving south. As he reached her belly, Fírnen paused for a moment, his tongue flickering out to lick her scales. Saphira gasped, feeling a jolt of excitement shoot through her. She had always found the feel of his tongue against her skin to be incredibly arousing, and this time was no different.

Fírnen continued to lick and nuzzle his way down her vent, his movements slow and deliberate. Saphira could feel her pulse quickening, her body responding to his touch. She shifted slightly, arching her back to give him better access. Fírnen responded by trailing his tongue across her vent, flicking it lightly over her scales. Saphira moaned softly, her body thrumming with pleasure. He then trailed up her thigh, confusing Saphira for a moment. He continued up her leg until reaching her paw, Using his mouth he nibbled her paw pads and drove his tongue between her toes, Unfamiliar to the idea Saphira gasped with excitement, she had never known such pleasure could come from this. Fírnen felt himself getting harder as he looked down at her swollen vent, he could make out some fluids catching the light which told him he was doing a good job. After giving her claws a few nibbles for good measure he then proceeded to slowly lick and nibble his way down her thigh, deliberately taking his time causing her to squirm. As he reached her vent she was quivering with excitement, He licked around her opening enjoying the smell and taste of her arousal before starting to lick and nibble up her other thigh. "Fírnen, Please, Don't make me beg." smiling he returned his nose down to her snatch, looking up he could see she was craning her neck to see what he was doing, he held her gaze while he dipped his nose down to her and gave her vent a firm lick straight up the middle of it. Saphira gasped and her head fell back onto the furs. Taking this as a good sign he started licking her entrance, starting with just the outside before gently inserting his tongue. Her taste was incredible, like the sweetest nectar he had ever tasted he continued to eat her out, she moaned and writhed in his touch and he delved deeper with his tongue, he found a sensitive spot in her and would occasionally run his tongue over it to tease her while he then went onto other areas.

He could feel her heartrate increasing her walls started to clench on his tongue, taking this as a good sign he doubled his efforts, occasionally adding a nibble to her folds as well, Her juices were flowing freely now, he eagerly lapped them up. She started to feel a warmth spreading inside her, a deep sense of desire that she couldn't ignore she reached down with her forepaws and pushed him against her, arching her back she was so close. Fírnen sensing her urgency used his paws to spread her a bit wider giving him deeper access to her treasure, She groaned out in ecstasy as she felt him stretch her slightly, she bucked her hips against his chin as a tidal wave of pleasure washed over her, It felt like the first time she had taken flight all over again. Fírnen kept licking her, enjoying the feeling of her clenching down on his tongue and lapping up her juices as they tried to escape.

Breathless Saphira let go of his head "Oh Fírnen, that was... That was amazing." Proud of his achievements he gave her a final lick before crawling up beside her. She rolled him onto his side to snuggle with him and they both noticed something not scaled between them. Looking down together they both confirmed her suspicions. "I'm Sorry Saphira, I cant control it"

Saphira smiled "Fírnen its ok, I would be worried if you were not hard after that" Catching her breath she could smell their combined arousal's mixed with the smell of rain outside. "If you want, we could give it a go" she suggested leaning into his neck and giving it a nibble.

His breath hitched "Are you sure? Dont feel like you have to"

"Fírnen I have been alone for a long time, I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about mating with you. From the day you hatched I knew that someday we would meet like this." She said as she shakily got to her feet. She took a few steps forward and lowered her chest to the ground, lifting her tail she turned her neck back to face him. "Just be gentle, I'm still new to this"

Fírnen approached Saphira with a sense of reverence and awe. Her scales gleaming in the light, a vision of beauty and power. He knew that the time had finally come. Her vent was still swollen from their previous activities, as he approached he gently licked her again, making sure she was wet as he knew this would be a first for both of them. With slow deliberate movements he nibbled where her thigh met her tail, Remembering what she said about being touched by other dragons he announced his actions. "I'm going to put my paws on you now". He gently reared up slowly putting some weight on her with his front paws as he moved to mount her. She let out a content sigh, somehow this just felt right. His paws moved to her hips and held her close to him, she could feel his weight on her back but it didn't scare her. He moved his head next to hers and she could feel his breath on her cheek. "Are you sure?" he asked. Nodding she then gave him a lick on his cheek.

As Fírnen prepared to mate with Saphira for the first time, he felt his heart pounding with excitement. He pressed himself against her back, feeling the heat of her scales against his, and slowly positioned his tip at her entrance. But as he tried to enter her, he found himself fumbling and clumsy, unsure of how to proceed. Saphira let out a soft growl of impatience, and he knew that he needed to get it together and be more assertive. With a deep breath, Fírnen pushed himself forward, his tip catching her vent at the right angle and he felt himself drive deep inside of her. He paused at the sudden sensation of her warm soft walls wrapped around his shaft, Saphira let out a deep growl of pleasure and clenched her walls, his shaft filling her pleasantly and as he began to move inside of her she could feel herself letting go. Saphira started to move her hips to meet his, encouraging him to go deeper, the soft wet slapping sound of his shaft thrusting into her was music to their ears as they enjoyed each other.

Saphira let out a deep growl of satisfaction as Fírnen continued to move inside of her, taking her with a force and intensity that left her breathless. She could feel the pleasure building inside of her, growing stronger and more intense with each passing moment. As they continued to mate, Saphira knew that their bond was growing stronger and stronger. Fírnen was going to claim her as his mate, and she knew that they would be together forever. The idea of being mates excited her and she turned to look at his face next to hers, his eyes scrunched up in pleasure, she nibbled his jawline once more and said "Its ok, you can go harder" His eyes opened to make sure she was being serious.

With her consent, Fírnen began to move more urgently, his body writhing with a fierce passion as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her. His member was swollen and hard, and he could feel it pulsing with a fierce desire to claim her as his own. Saphira could feel the intensity of his desire building inside of her, and she surrendered herself to him completely. She could feel the heat of his breath against her scales, and the intensity of his thrusts as he took her with a force that left her trembling with pleasure.

He thrust himself into her recklessly, driving himself deeper and deeper into her warm, wet body. With each thrust, he could feel the heat and pressure building inside of him, and he knew that he was on the brink of something incredible. Saphira was his, and he was hers, and nothing else mattered. As he pounded into her, Fírnen could feel the walls of her body stretching to accommodate him, and the intensity of the sensation drove him wild with pleasure. As he moved inside of her, Fírnen could feel his member swelling and pulsing, a fierce desire to claim her as his own. He could feel every inch of her body, every curve and every contour, and he knew that he was meant to be with her forever. As they continued to mate, Fírnen's desire grew more and more intense, until he was nearly overwhelmed with pleasure. He could feel the base of his member start to swell, starting to make it difficult for him to enter her, He was determined though and kept hammering away, He could hear Saphira groan with pleasure and he started to run his snout up the back of her spine causing her to shiver gasp between his thrusts. He could feel his climax coming and was determined to make it count, he renewed his grip on her hips and pulled her back into his thrusts. He reached fowards with his mouth and took her neck into his jaws, this triggering something in Saphira to relax, his next thrust rammed his knot against her opening, he could feel it start to get in so held strong and with a satisfying pop he felt her opening swallowing his knot, the pressure on the back of his knot causing him to moan and drove his tip even deeper inside her, He gave a few more shallow thrusts before he lost his battle, his tip was mashed against her cervix and when it flared it stretched her causing her to yowl with pleasure, His seed blasted through her cervix and hit the back of her womb like a firehose he flooded her insides with his hot white seed, She felt like she was floating as her second climax for the night washing over her.

Fírnen let go of her neck and licked her tenderly where he had latched on, their breathing ragged. He could feel her walls milking him for his seed and his knot was holding them together at the hip. "You were amazing Saphira" he said, nuzzling the back of her jawline. Speechless Saphira slowly lowered herself onto the ground completely, her legs hardly responding to her commands, He followed with her his knot still holding them together and he shuddered with pleasure as they re-arranged themselves to be belly to belly.

The rain continued to pour outside but Saphira and Fírnen stayed inside the cave, nestled together in a warm embrace and drifted off to sleep.

To be continued.