Dawn of a New Empire
A little piece I threw together. Perhaps we'll see more of Kurush and Korinthia, and perhaps their story will weave into others I have planned. Enjoy!
Kurush had to resist tearing into the still warm elk-flesh as its blood dripped from his jaws, the scent teasing at his nostrils and sending pangs of hunger through his charcoal-gray scale-clad body. No, he thought distantly as he wound his way through the tunnel. The rock was claustrophobic as it pressed in from above and the sides, forcing him to tuck his wings tightly against his back and duck his head as he pressed on. He had to bring this kill back for his mate. Kurush had heard stories from his mother of how bipedal slaves would bring dragons everything they needed, but those days were long gone. Kurush had been forced to rely on primal instinct to provide for himself from a young age, and now he was not the only one he had to look after.
Kurush had collected a number of scrapes a cuts in his scales despite his youth, though he didn't think they made him un-handsome. Lighter gray scales on his underside, running from his lower jaw to his tail, complimented the darker on his back. Onyx black claws clicked on the stone floor, and he had to duck to keep his gently curving horns from catching on the low ceiling.
Finally Kurush rounded the last corner, and warmth washed over his cold scales as the passage opened up into a large cavern. A large fire to one side, painstakingly built under a chink in the rocky ceiling that provided exhaust to parts unknown, cast dancing light over what had been made Kurush's home for the better part of a year. The gleam of gold and silver near the back of the cavern caught his eye for a moment in the flickering light. It was a pitiful hoard, only what Kurush could carry, by the standards of his father, or so his mother had described years ago. But those were the times when his kind held entire empires in their clawed clutches. Now Kurush had only a couple smallish chests filled with whatever he had been able to pilfer from the bipedals, joined by a third from his mate to establish their collective hoard. Coins, candelabras, fine silverware, and even a gilt sword or two spilled from the oak chests onto the cavern floor from the time Kurush spent nosing over their meager treasures anxiously. He had not had time to do so lately, his time lately absorbed in caring for his incapacitated companion.
Kurush's eyes were quickly drawn back to the fire, around which was laid a pile of blankets and fabrics that he had gone through great lengths to steal to protect his dear Korinthia from the cold and hard stone floor. That misadventure had cost him the ugly red scar near the hinge of his jaw, where a bold cat creature had tried a sword slash at the vulnerable point. A lance of panic shot through him though when he saw her spot by the fire, where she had spent many nights now on her side with her swollen belly near the warmth of the flames, empty.
"Kurush, help me..."
Kurush had always marveled at how unblemished the dragoness seemed compared to him. The pleasant pink scales that ran from her head down her back and over her haunches were infrequently marred by scars, and complimented by warm cream colored scales that ran from her throat and along her underside nearly to the tip of her tail. Ivory horns curved elegantly up from the crown of her head, complimenting her capable ivory claws. She had been a sleek and lithe creature when he had met her, with a strong but compact chest that narrowed to a thin belly before widening again at her hips. Now though, her belly was full, distended by their growing clutch.
She was standing over the nest of straw, grasses, and blankets she had carefully built on the other side of the fire. Kurush saw her over the flames, blinking back at him. Her hindquarters hovered over the nest, tail lifted and exposing her pink feminine slit and the pucker above it. The wet gleam of white eggshell speckled with gray caught Kurush's eyes from the nest. Kurush silently cursed himself for not returning home sooner as he dropped the elk from his jaws immediately and went to Korinthia. It was time, their eggs were coming. He practically leapt across the cavern and his forked tongue darted out over her pink scales, searching out her distress.
"The eggs, Kurush..." she began, sounding out of breath.
Kurush peered down at the single large egg already deposited in the nest, tongue flicking out over it with a mixture of concern and soaring pride. It seemed to be in perfect health he surmised with relief.
"They won't come..." Korinthia said, her head turning to look at him with pleading eyes.
Kurush saw it then, the rounded tip of another egg, this one speckled with pink, peeking from her vent. The girth of the thing spreading her lips open as she attempted again to push it from her body with a grunt. Kurush stood for a moment, watching his mate attempting to lay their egg, heart thumping in his chest. At first panic edged his consciousness, and then his eyes were drawn upwards, to where the pucker of Korinthia's tailhole flexed with her efforts. He felt his body reacting inexplicably at the sight. His maleness was hardening and slipping free of his genital slit between his hind legs, now, of all times! The flesh was a shining black in the firelight, aggressive ridges ran along its underside, and the length ended in a spade shaped head.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kurush recalled the advice his mother had bestowed upon him in preparation for this dangerous new life - to always trust his instincts. That direction had never failed him. So he obeyed that instinct now, and approached his mate with his maleness coming to full hardness beneath him.
"Kurush?" Korinthia's eyes widened at the sight of his arousal as he approached her from behind.
"Hush, Korinthia." he replied as he mounted her, placing one hind foot on her leg to lift himself up into place. She was a strong dragoness, and did not even shudder at his added weight in addition to her duress as his fores came to rest on her shoulders. "Trust me." he said, the reassurance he meant to express edged with his inexplicable growling arousal. She blinked at him for a moment and then nodded before returning her head to its lowered position.
Kurush adjusted his footing, one foot still on the cave floor while the sharp claws of the other gripped at the protective outer scales of Korthinia's thigh harmlessly, and brought his hips closer. A shiver ran down his spine as his cock pressed against the softer scales of her underside. He lifted higher, seeking his mark, and he felt his hard flesh suddenly glide over smooth and surprisingly hot eggshell. She was pushing again, he could feel the tension of her muscles working beneath him to expel their egg.
"Relax for a moment, dear one." Kurush ordered her, leaning his head down to lick over her snout. She exhaled as she ceased her effort, obeying him. Kurush felt the eggshell retreat back within Korinthia's vent.
He elevated his hips slightly more, until he felt his tip glide from her feminine lips to the pucker above them. "What are you..." Korinthia breathed as his tip brushed over her pucker. He had never taken her in her tailhole before, and had never thought to do so, but now a cloud of arousal demanded it of him. He aligned himself and pressed his tip to her pucker, preparing to thrust into her when she interrupted him again, "Kurush?" she asked, voice quivering with fear.
"Follow your instincts, Korinthia. We'll do this together." Kurush breathed over her ears, which were pinned back against her skull. They lifted again slightly when he nuzzled them with the tip of his snout and gave little licks over her head. She nodded and with a huff of breath, adjusted her footing, spreading her hind legs a little bit further and gripping the cave floor with her fores.
Carefully, Kurush pressed his hips forward, easing his tip through Korinthia's ring, spreading it open for the first time until the head of his cock popped into her. He felt a shiver run through her body, which was quickly followed by one in his own as he began to sink his length into her, his cock pressing through her ring inch by inch steadily. The tightness and heat around Kurush's length was amplified by their egg lodged in her vent. Surprisingly he could feel its girth pressing up against his length from her other tunnel, compressing his ridges back against his shaft where it bulged against her tailhole. He hesitated a moment, worried he might hurt their egg, or his mate. The strain she was under must have been enormous, with the effort of the laying, and having their egg in her vent and his maleness in her tailhole.
Her breathing was heavy, but the tiniest little lick of her forked tongue against his muzzle gave him the encouragement he needed. Whatever happened, they were in this together.
He plunged onward, growling quietly with pleasure as he sunk his cock deeper into that hot tightness. He felt his ridges relaxing to their normal height from his shaft as they passed the bulge formed by their egg. Then at last he was hilted within her, every inch of his cock buried up his Korinthia's tailhole. He paused for a moment as Korinthia groaned a mix of pain and pleasure, but something in Kurush knew that waiting would not help her plight. He gripped her thigh with his claws and began to withdraw his length from her.
Suddenly his ridges ground hard over the bulge formed by their egg, and he shuddered with such intense pleasure that his grip on her thigh almost slipped. Breath rushed from his nostrils and he braced himself and pulled back again, ridges flaring deliciously wide as they ground over that bulge in Korinthia's tunnel. Her heavy breathing caught for a moment and Kurush stopped, peering down at her with concern.
"Again." Korinthia breathed under him. Kurush complied, thrusting his cock back up her tailhole, eliciting more groans and growls from the both of them.
When he withdrew again, he realized that the bulge against his cock was moving with it, his grinding ridges encouraging it along. "Push." he hissed. She did, and together they worked, Kurush continuing his mating while she groaned with her effort. When Kurush hilted up her hole again, he felt their egg near the base of his cock. She tilted and lowered her hips, and Kurush lifted himself higher on her body, angling himself to grind heavily against the bulge formed by their egg. With a grunt of pleasure, Kurush withdrew, and he heard the distinct gentle _klack_of their egg joining the first she had managed to get out on her own in the nest.
With elation and swelling pride in his mate, Kurush was about to pull out of her body when she said, "There are more." with a gasp of breath.
Kurush blinked. More? After hesitating a moment, he plunged his length back up Korinthia's tailhole. She shivered and growled herself this time, and a toothy grin spread across his muzzle - that had sounded a lot more like the pleasured growls he had known from her in their times mating in the past. Indeed though, hilted once more inside her, Kurush could feel not one, but at least two more eggs emerging from her womb.
With confidence built from their success, Kurush set into a steady rhythm, much more like mating than the delicate operation with the first egg. He was careful as he thrust up her tailhole again and again, but couldn't help losing himself a bit to the rhythm of the mating. Their eggs offered a delicious bump to grind against inside her body on his withdrawals, and steadily they were worked along her vent. Indeed Korinthia's efforts seemed much relieved as well with his help, and before long she was even swaying back into his thrusts slightly and growling quietly in pleasure.
When the next egg was protruding nearly halfway from her vent, Korinthia snarled under him, and Kurush suddenly felt the walls of her tailhole spasming around his cock. In the midst of the intense pleasure this caused him, he heard the egg fall gently into the nest, joining its siblings. Korinthia was quaking under him, threatening to make him slip. Instinctively he wrapped his jaws around the back of her neck and pinned her head to the floor while slipping his fores under her thighs, gripping firmly with his claws so she wouldn't throw him off. She hissed with pain as the softer scales of her underside gave way to his claws more readily than her armored outer scales. A couple drops of dark dragon blood ran over Kurush's claws and dripped to the floor, but Korinthia paid it no further mind as he resumed his thrusting. In their time together, they had given each other more than a few of the scars that marred their scales in excitement such as this.
Kurush felt the familiar twinge in his abdomen as his seed moved in his body, pushing, seeking release. He forced it back as he set to plunging his cock up his mate's tailhole again and again. Kurush was dimly aware that their last egg was nearly free, but his mind was so clouded with arousal now that he just needed to fuck this dragoness and put his seed in her no matter what. He bucked and ground over that bulge in her tunnel as his cock throbbed. His ridges flared even wider as his seed surged up his length.
Abruptly Korinthia's hips bucked under him as their last egg dropped from her. The motion caused Kurush's length to slip from her tailhole just as he felt his seed nearing the tip of his cock. With pleasure beginning to explode in his body, he was not going to be able to realign himself and thrust himself back into her with the scant heartbeats he had before his release. Instead, with desperate need, he pressed his throbbing cock up against her rear and thrusted up and down over Korinthia's gaping tailhole and vent.
A roar bubbled up within Kurush's chest, a combination of successful mating and fatherhood, and ripped from his throat and through his open jaws. Dust and pebbles fell from the cavern ceiling at his tremendous roar, and a few stalactites could be heard crashing to the floor in the dark corners of the cavern. His ridges flared to their greatest extent and then blissful release. Rope after rope of thick hot white draconic semen shot from the tip of his cock, straight down, bathing their freshly laid eggs in their father's seed. Kurush returned his teeth to Korinthia's neck and huffed out growling breaths as he felt his fluids surge through his length and out with pleasure. In the silence following his earth-shattering roar, the only sounds that filled the cavern were his and Korinthia's heavy breathing, and the sound of the wet spurts of Kurush's cum shooting onto their eggs.
Then they were both panting and quivering. Kurush threw himself down from Korinthia's back and onto the piled up blankets beside her to avoid stumbling and possibly threatening their eggs. His eyes were closed as he puffed for breath. He cracked them again open when he felt Korinthia thump down beside him, her scales pressing up against his. He found her nosing over their eggs, tongue flicking out to test their scent and inadvertently coming away white with Kurush's spilled seed. Or perhaps not so inadvertently he thought with a grin.
"Are they well?" he asked her after catching his breath.
Korinthia nodded and withdrew her head from the nest, apparently satisfied. "Very. Though they should be cleaned of your seed, lest they take a chill." she said with a weak smile. She laid her head down on her fore-paws despite this though, and immediately her eyes were sliding shut. Kurush smiled and draped a wing over her, stroking down her back with a paw while licking over her snout affectionately. Within moments, she was asleep from her exhaustion.
The temptation to join her in slumber was strong, but Kurush resisted. Instead he used a fore-leg to carefully pull the nest closer and peered down at their four eggs, each speckled with either charcoal-gray or pink. Dutifully he extended his tongue and licked up his own freshly spent semen from the eggs' shells until they were clean.
He peered down at the small things with wonder when he was done. Perhaps, he dared to hope, these eggs would herald the dawn of a new empire for dragon-kind.