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Chapter 2: Season's Breedings

With a heavy huff and rapid opening of his eyes, Rathalos was disturbed in his slumber. The rustling of tree leaves as a flock of birds just managed to escape his sight overhead. He lay upon his back, spiraled out, semi-limp from his groggy state.

Something must have startled the flock. He didn't feel any immediate threat against him. He lay there in the dark. He stared at the various stars and wondered what else was out there. He had been in the Ancient Forest his whole life. Only ever flying as far as the border to Wildspire Wastes. He searched far and wide for a Monster to call for his mate, his love. To no avail.

In a way, this Forest is his mate. His loyal locale. He's tried, but could never leave it behind. He's been through too many tribulations. From surviving the influx of Hunters to the invasion of Elder Dragons after. Everyone knew this was his domain.

Rathalos knew it wouldn't last forever. He can only remain King of the Skies for so long. He grows tired of fighting, competing, and all the instinctual nonsense. Now? He desires a family. A mate. A Rathian he can pledge his loyalty to...a partner worth dying for.

He folded his wings on his chest and admired the stars. The night was quiet and peaceful. Most monsters don't roam at these times. Some kind of superstition of danger. That makes it the perfect time to travel.

Rathalos, however, would not go for a flight. He was woken by a flock of spazzing birds! Plus, he was too lost in thought at the moment. The stars, so free, so high up. Without a care in the world. No Forest to protect, no standing to uphold.

It's not as if Rathalos had never had a mate before. Just not a proper one. As King of the Skies, and this Forest. Those around would find him quite desirable. But he didn't want to be desirable with mindless mating! He wanted to be loved. His instincts may have been sated, but they did not fulfill his emotions.

The Wyvern concluded the birds spooked themselves. There was nothing around that could have given them such a scare. He was fast asleep. It wasn't him. He lay there, alone, pondering the universe. Not even the chirping of a cricket remained to interrupt his growing thoughts.

He wondered if the birds would let him join them. For him to be not bogged down by his obligation to the Ancient Forest. He longed for any semblance of freedom. Rathalos had tried to leave the Forest behind. Something drew him back each time. He didn't know what exactly. Instinct? Time? Desire? Surely with how many years this had been his domain; he couldn't just leave it! All those years here can't be for nothing.

Despite all this awe and wonder, Rathalos grumbled. Looked down past his body, at his dexterous paws. Flexing his toe talons and admiring the muscles he had been so blessed with. He knew going back to sleep wasn't a possibility now.

He playfully lifted his legs into the air. He held them there, watching his talons, and watched them wiggle under the moonlight. What better way to pass the rest of the night than dealing with an urge?

Rathalos never did wash himself after his pleasure session the previous day. The Wyvern decided it would have been far too much effort in his tired, blissful state. He slept with many strands and globs of cum from the multiple messy orgasms on his scales. The streaks had dried and lingered upon his belly, chest, and paws. It ended, leaving an alarming aroma behind. It probably kept away any potential attackers because of its strong scent.

The Wyvern tried to ignore the smell that plastered his scales but it was only a matter of time till that fertile musk invaded his nostrils. He wanted to at least tease his erection out...

The moment he caught a lustful whiff of his lingering shame, he smelt it again. Deeper, engulfing the fumes of his desire. The male knew exactly what he was doing. Letting his cum dry while he slept to keep a peculiar, potent smell around himself.

Much like he would swallow his seed, Rathalos was completely enamored with his fertile scent. He knew the effect it had on him; he didn't hide it. Rathalos gave his hind paws a spread and gave an unapologetic whiff in their direction. Despite the slobbering he gave them yesterday, they were still primed with the scents and stains of dried seed.

With his genital slit tingling with a wicked desire, Rathalos bent his leg toward his open, panting maw. He huffed deeply as he drew his right hind paw to his mouth. The flexible male stuck his tongue out, lapping instantly and slowly at the dried streaks of cum that lined his talons, paw pads. He gave it a long and shameless whiff as he slobbered his paw.

He shuddered at the action. Simultaneously disgusted by the taste of dried cum against his hind paw, but swayed to continue by the sheer lust that flowed through his thoughts. His slit folds expanded and his erection didn't at all hold back in its needy growth. Rathalos pressed the paw against his muzzle, stretching his hips upward to get his snout as close as possible during his raunchy slobber. The mixture of saliva against the withered streaks of cum did little to stop his arousal from fully growing.

The Red Wyvern's ridged erection throbbed with a feral lust. The full force of his need is on display. He watched it throbbing between his intently extended toes. He wrapped his tongue around his claws. Admiring the length of his cock with the view between his three flexible toes.

He took his left leg, lining the paw with his erection. He flexed his talons along his ridges. With one paw getting slobbered, the other gripped his member. He couldn't help but snarl in a rumble of pleasure. Grasping the left paw around his member even tighter.

Rathalos squeezed, massaged, and plunged his grasp as his single paw steadily worked up and down his ridges. Indulging himself on his other paw as he did. Bouncing the sole of his paw against his slit. Penetrating his vent with each bobbing of his paw.

He used his wing to keep his right paw at his maw. The Wyvern found a rhythm. Kissing his paw intimately, teasing his slit with the edge of his sole, squishing his cock as much as he could to his increasing pleasure.

Rathalos eventually broke his paw off from his snout and huffed a cloud of smoke to get a final whiff of its scent. He stopped stroking and lay there with his head back. Panting and throbbing with desire.

Steadily, the Wyvern raised both his legs into the air with a vulgar stretch. His hard, ridged cock bounced between his legs. The male teased himself. Flexing and curling his paws as he watched them intently. Despite his current arousal, he admired his paws. Those dexterous hinds of pleasure.

He arched his wings forward. Hoisting his chest, the Wyvern bent and perfectly contorted himself. The tip of his cock throbbed right out of touch from his snout. Bucking his hips the Rathalos grazed his tip alongside his muzzle. Grinding his cock flesh along his muzzle amplified his lust.

Rathalos knew he was such a needy dragon for his taste, scent, and feel. Never did the thought cross his mind to seek another Rathalos for pleasure.

He swirled his tongue along the edge and tip of his cock. Slobbering, the pre-soaked hole of his urethra. Poking the tip of his tongue in the tip of his cock, experimenting with his limit. Flexing more and more of his muzzle alongside the shaft as he went. Gobbling his cock like the greedy dragon he is. He only wanted more...

Rathalos began bobbing his muzzle up and down the length of his penis. In sort of *S* shape. He found a rhythmic pace to his pleasure. Guzzling the entire cock to his knot, all the way back to his tip. He circled his tongue around the entire length with each consistent motion. The naughty Wyvern made it his goal to gobble as much of his cock as he could manage. Before he would inevitably burst.

With all the scent play he engaged in earlier, he was well on the verge of filling his gullet in due time. Unlike before, he wouldn't hold it back either. He was sucking to swallow his seed. Rathalos bobbed his muzzle up and down his shaft with such ferocity, coaxing out pre-cum along his tongue.

The Wyvern didn't hold back the force of his muzzle bobbing. He enjoyed the feeling of his flesh throbbing along his tongue. He held his legs in the air as he pushed further and further onto his expanding knot.

Unrelenting with his bobbing Rathalos. Prepared himself for his climax. He ended up smashing his snout against his now-formed knot in a relentless fashion. The first spurt of cum blasted down his throat with a snarling bliss. He kept suckling his cock as he came down his throat. Rope after rope of fertile Rath seed rushed down his gullet. He swallowed it all in dirty pleasure. Not missing the opportunity to gulp a single strand down his throat.

Unlike last time, Rathalos made sure he wouldn't lose a single drop of cum. He happily guzzled his unrelenting bursts. Swallowing again and again. He would be impressed if he wasn't so distracted by his cock down his throat.

With his throat finally subsiding, it's consistently bulging from his unrelenting swallowing. He broke off his muzzle from his member in a panting mess. He enjoyed basking in the taste of his ejaculation.

He huffed and breathed heavily. Savoring the flavor of his fertility. With his legs and wings stretched out, he closed his eyes, his needy cock retracting back into his folds with increasing flaccidity.

He growled lightly and rolled himself over in a steady, single motion. Landing on his feet, he stretched forward in both wingspan and legs. With the nighttime still young, he flapped his wings and took to the skies. With one hunger satisfied for the moment, he would soon satiate another.

There was a nearby lake that he noted on his initial fly through of the area. It seemed clear enough from his minor look at it earlier.

Rathalos flew around the boundary of the luscious lake and surveyed the area. He was always vigilant of potential predators. He made a very graceful landing and softly pressed his paws against the overgrown grass on the border of the lake.

The shapely circle of this watering hole made for the perfect resting point for this midnight wash. The Wyvern dipped his toe talon into the steadily flowing water. The minute waves reflected his body in the moonlight. Dipping his entire leg into the water with a grumble at the satisfying chill.

Rathalos eased the rest of his leg into the deeper portion of the lake, submerging his lower body in the chilling water. He crouched down and submerged the rest of his body up to his neck. Splashing and sloshing around with his wings. The Wyvern enjoyed the cold serenity of the lake.

Closing his eyes, he lingered in the lake for a little while. Nothing was heard besides his steady breaths and the occasional bug chirp.

Flapping wings interrupted his relaxation! From above. His eyes shot open, and he quickly raised himself and watched the skies above him.

A Wyvern flew above him. He couldn't quite make any features out. He stayed submerged, watching. Rathalos didn't recognize this creature from anywhere in his Forest before.

His skeptical nature turned to curiosity the moment he saw the emerald scales of the Wyvern that landed just feet from him. It...was a Rathian! The first one he's seen in so long. What was she doing here?

Rathalos watched her, hesitant. Her graceful prance up to the lake on the opposite side of him...she wasn't aware of him. She was beautifully formed. Her deep green scales only illuminated his curiosity.

She dipped her head into the water and took a deep couple of gulps. She was alone. What was such a creature of her standing all alone in the Ancient Forest?

Rathalos attempted to stand himself up from the water. He splashed incredibly loudly and caused the Rathian to turn in his direction in a snarling defense.

The Red Wyvern continued his climb out of the lake and shook himself off, facing the Rathian. He bowed his head and wings at her, welcoming her to his Forest. He gestured to his left, trying to signify to her that he was just soaking before she showed up.

She looked at him with a small curiosity. Bending her head down and approaching him in tiny, deliberate steps. She raised a single wing in the sky and then back at the Rathalos before feebly flapping her wings on the spot.

He gave her a semblance of a nod in understanding. She was tired. Rathalos approached her closer. Just to get a better look at the Rathian before him. She was a much older Rathian from the texture of her scales and the various wear and tear of her wings. He looked at her with sympathy. The poor thing must have been on the move for so long.

She let him draw closer, looking up at him. Wondering what his intent was? Those emerald eyes were full of a feeling that Rathalos was all too familiar with. He gestured with his left wing and offered to dip into the lake with her.

She wasn't sure. Holding her wings tight to herself, like a hug. She swayed back and forth, growling at Rathalos. It wasn't hostile, just unsure.

Rathalos stopped his attempt to relax the angsty Rathian. Respectfully, he backed up from her and continued on his way to soaking in the lake. He did, however, glance behind him to show her that the water was more than fine. She just drank from it...

Rathian surprised Rathalos instead. She nibbled at his tail tip when he turned around, causing him to jump at her "surprise."

She only looked at him when he turned around, acting clueless. Rathalos puffed through his chest. He wasn't clueless. Why else would she be hanging around still? She just stood there, wrapping her body in her wings.

Rathalos made his move. Nothing too extreme. He approached her once more. Glancing in her direction and offering his snout to rub against hers. He was careful and slow. He let her take that step, only offering.

Much to his surprise, she took it. She pressed her face against his and rubbed herself up and down his scaly cheek. This caused Rathalos' eyes to widen. He was in shock!

He was a little ambitious, but he returned her affection. Rubbing his snout against hers. The surge of emotion that washed over Rathalos was incredible.

She faced him directly, resting her wings on his shoulder, and pulled him closer. He couldn't even react to her advancement. She licked his snout and angled her maw. She met her muzzle with his and locked their jaws together. She swirled her tongue on his and they passionately kissed in a make out of Rath Wyverns.

They wrapped their wings together, pulling each other closer and growling at their sloppy kissing. He knew this female for less than a day. She was already all over him.

He couldn't help it. The sloppy kissing and growls turned him on significantly. His loins tickled, his erection already peeking from his slit. He didn't fight it, holding the Rathian close. Keeping her maw tied to his own. His lust for her only amplified.

The Rathian was satisfied with her kissing of this specimen of a Rathalos. She looked down and saw his erection after stopping the kiss. She licked her muzzle and growled at him lustfully.

She backed up and stretched her wings out alluringly. She flipped herself on her back and raised her legs in Rathalos' direction playfully. Flexing her toe talons like she knew what he was into, the frisky thing.

He approached with a shuddering excitement. Growing at her submissive form and snarling lustfully at her. The male wyvern bucked his hips with an almost uncontrolled desire. He stopped, standing just over the lying female, throbbing intently at her paws.

She tilted her head curiously. Spreading her legs even more, flexing her toes once more, and spreading herself, ready to be taken by her new mate. But...he didn't. She only looked at him, confused. The Rathian was certain that she wanted this!

Rathalos used his wing talons to press her hind paws together. With lust and desire in his mind, he steadily lined himself up with her paw pads. Using his wings to keep them together, he thrust his cock tip against her paws. He snarled in an overwhelming sensation from just the simplest of grazing.

He grabbed at her ankles with his wing talons to her curious growl of approval. He used her paws to sandwich his cock in a more deliberate thrust. The Rathalos hissed out in pleasure! He pushed his wings back and forth, using the female paw pads to pleasure his rigid cock in a filthy paw job from his new Rathian mate.

She grew more and more engrossed by this strange Rathalos' advancement. She didn't fight it. In fact, she moved her paws up and down his cock herself. She caught on fast. She wasn't sure if it was her heat, a blooming feeling for the new male, or maybe a bit of both. She wanted to pleasure her mate...

Judging from the way Rathalos was snarling and growling at her pawful attention, she was doing something right! Unrelenting her action, she stroked and moved her haunches up and down, pleasuring the Rathalos with her pair of dexterous paw pads.

He struggled against every ounce of instinct to just splatter the Rathian so quickly. What a shame it would be to burst so suddenly! But the way she looked at him, watching her paws stroke his cock flesh so wonderfully. She was so curious and happy to pleasure her male. Pumping her legs constantly, squishing his cock so wonderfully.

Despite his efforts, Rathalos couldn't hold his climax. Her paws were so amazing at coaxing his flesh.

Rathalos stretched his wings wide and screeched into the night sky! The Rathian was more than ready for the first spurt of Rath's cum that plastered her scales. A thick rope splattered against her emerald scales! Then another, and another. Splattering her belly and chest in rapid ejaculation. She kept stroking throughout his climax, milking him for all he was worth.

Poor Rathalos nearly collapsed from the sheer bliss she gave him. He huffed and snarled as his climax reached its conclusion. Efficiency painting his new mate in potent strains of semen.

She admired the mess he made as he stood there, panting heavily. She continued to coax his sensitive cock, keeping it erect. Rathian let his cock go from between her talons and spread her legs, widely, enticing the still aroused male to take her like the beast he is...

Rathalos couldn't help but throb intently. Despite his orgasm being just moments ago, he wanted more!

The male licked across Rathian's cum covered body with animalistic lust. He slurped for just a moment before the urge to mate flared in his mind.

Rathalos lined his cock with her visibly aroused fold. He plunged his cock into her vent with a firm thrust of his hips. The Rathian pulled her head back and huffed in satisfaction, finally! Her heat would be quenched.

The slickness of scales that they grazed. Rathalos pays no mind to the globs of cum that plastered both their scales now as he pulled her close to their intimate mating.

If Rathian could moan consistently, she would be at the pure desire that Rathalos projected. He ravaged the female beneath him. Years of pent-up desire, need, and want all culminated in this beastly breeding.

His unrelenting thrusts didn't even have a consistency. Usually, he would find a consistent pace, no. He was far too overwhelmed with such a feral need. Her folds squelched and gushed on his cock. He didn't slow his hips in the slightest.

His knot was still freshly formed. Kissing the edge of her slit in rapid succession. Popping in and out, he kept his knot on the very edge of her slit in a teasing fashion.

He snarled like a beast out of hell. Overwhelmed by the sensitivity of his cock plunged into the depths of Rathians slit. He couldn't hold back; he kept pounding away at her.

Rathalos couldn't even roar when his orgasm shook his whole body. He was so overwhelmed by his climax that he never even noted Rathian's orgasm.

The male Wyvern popped his knot into her depths. Shaking his entire body to its core. The warm, welcoming folds of her slit only amplified the male's next climax. Grinding their slits together, both Wyverns shuttered from the intensity of such a mating.

The female would no doubt become heavy with eggs after such fertile breeding...

Both of them lay there, panting, growling, and rubbing their snouts together. Puffing their collective smoke from their snouts on each other's faces. Both Wyverns are heavily satisfied.

Rathalos didn't even bother pulling out of her sloppy folds. He rested his head against her and closed his eyes. Surely, two freshly mated Wyverns would be left alone for the rest of the night...

They both fell asleep after basking in the afterglow of their mating. Both Wyverns will undoubtedly need to clean extensively. They can worry about that in the morning.

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