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The sun beat down warmly and Falon reveled in the warmth, rolling onto his back and wriggling in the hot sand. His wings dug their way beneath it, and the resulting bliss made him purr. Was there any greater pleasure than this? To be warm, well-fed, and content?

In the far distance, he could hear the roar of the surf, and the panicked cry of a hundred gulls who did not yet realize the dragon had no intention of moving. Falon's eyes shut. Let them squabble over the beach; he was warm.

The crunch and hiss of paws on sand nearby made him crack open an eye, but after a moment's staring, he realized it was only Seara. His sister's titian scales meant that she could practically vanish against the dunes; he stuck out like a bleeding wound. Wordlessly, she crept close to him, cautiously stepping about his half-buried wings, then lowering herself beside him. He became acutely aware of his own breathing in an instant, as she laid her cheek upon his chest.

"You're warm," she murmured happily.

The corner of his mouth twitched upward in response. Seara was just shy of year older than him, but they had been so inseparable during their youngling years they might as well have been twins. They certainly behaved as if they were, though the difference in their scale color meant they'd never be mistaken for such.

"You're cold," he replied, digging the tip of his tail into the sand as well.

He felt her nip at his side playfully. "So warm me up. That's what brothers are for, right?"

"No, that's what mates are for."

She nipped at his ribs, harder. "Well, I don't have one yet. So you'll have to do." Giving an unhappy murr, she settled back down against his chest.

"Or I could just tell you why you don't have one yet." He felt her breath catch, and she shifted against him. It was obvious she was pretending not to care, but it would only be a matter of time before--

"Why?" she asked quietly.

He couldn't restrain his grin, and was briefly glad she was facing his tail. "Two reasons. Firstly, you bite." She bit at his ribs a third time, and even though he knew it was coming he couldn't keep from flinching.

"And second?" she asked, lifting her head enough to watch him from the corner of her eye. "Be nice."

"Because Father dragged us out to the middle of nowhere and the nearest eligible male is a day-and-a-half's flight north of us. And there's an even chance he's some fire-worshipping cannibal who'd only kill you, if you're lucky."

"Even chance he's not."

"Actual cannibal, Seara," he shot back, then grinned again. "Face it, you're going to die an old, toothy dragoness with a dusty cooch."

Leaping to her feet, Seara stared down at him in shock. "You did not just say that," she said, incredulously. Jumping past his wings, she seized his snout in her foreclaws and pushed his face into the sand. "You brat!" she growled, covering his nostrils with her paw to seal off his air. "Take it back!"

Whether because she realized he could not respond with his mouth half-buried in sand, or because she did not seriously want to suffocate him, after a moment, she loosened her grip. He hadn't been near his limit, but Falon's lungs had just begun to burn and he took a couple of large, welcome breaths. After a moment he looked up toward her, brushing the majority of the sand from his face. He grinned widely.

"Dusty cooch," he teased.

With a howl, Seara pounced again. This time, she held his snout closed with her hindclaw. Squatting with an irritated yet amused twinkle in her eye, she straddled his face, grinding her vent forcefully against the bridge of his nose. "Well?" she growled. "Does it look dusty to you?" He couldn't have answered had he wanted to, but neither of the answers he could have given was any good at this point. A small part of him began to regret teasing her.

One of her repetitions took her higher than before, and the folds of her pronouncedly dust-less cooch parted against her brow. Disbelief and a stunned, silent horror filled him as he felt his sister leave a long trail of moisture down the length of his snout. Seara realized it too, and quickly rose, releasing his snout and retreating silently. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly curled up once more, resting her cheek against his chest.

His heart was pounding, and he searched in vain for something to say, something comforting, hell, anything to break the tension that filled the air. Even the majority of the gulls had grown silent, as if relishing the awkward atmosphere. As it turned out, Seara was the one to break it.

"Sorry, Falon," she whispered at last. "I got carried away." The ambiguity of the statement seemed to occur to her a moment later, and she stiffened, but any clarification would have been to acknowledge what had just occurred.

Falon lay perfectly still, except for the rise and fall of his chest that reminded him of Seara's proximity. The streak of moisture across his snout was drying quickly in the sun, and he could feel it growing sticky in the minute cracks between scales. The scent rose faintly, like smoke and spices, mixing with the aroma of the sea.

"Please forgive me," Seara begged, her voice shaking despite its softness. "Can we just pretend none of this ever happened?"

It occurred to him then that Seara expected him to be disgusted, and possibly angry. In reality, he was neither--merely embarrassed for her sake. Without a sound, he rolled, lifting his wings and allowing the sand to pour from their membranes. The sensation tickled, and he shuddered. Seara caught sight of the reaction and her eyes widened, brimming with tears.

"Don't move," he said in a low voice, almost a growl. With a paw, he guided her snout down to the sand. Then with a cautious motion, he crouched, dragging his sac and flaccid cock across her face. Seara's eyes grew wider still, though whether at his boldness or anatomy remained a mystery. He did not grind, however, and after he'd lightly brushed her once, almost shivering at the hidden thrill it gave him, he rose. Seara's snout continued to rest on the sand, as if she were unable to comprehend he was finished with her. Hiding his grin, Falon leaned down, nuzzling her cheek affectionately. "You're not dusty," he whispered.

With an audible sigh, Seara rose and aggressively nuzzled her brother, burying the tip of her snout into the cleft between his jaw and neck. "Oh, Falon," she murmured. "I was worried you'd be mad."

He grinned, extending a wing and brushing it against hers. "What, for proving me wrong? Of course not. I'm not gay."

Seara laughed and nipped playfully at his neck, nearly back to her usual self. "I know that. Remember, ah, Rea? That pretty, little 'ness who lived just east of us?"

"Don't remind me!" he growled, shutting his eyes tightly in embarrassment.

But Seara was on a roll and her voice rose in volume with each word. "And when they joined us for dinner, she'd just had her first heat and you wound up with... an erection in front of all of us?"

Falon dropped back to the sand, burying his face in it as he folded his wings around his head and shoulders. "Don't mind me, I'll just be down here killing myself."

Settling down beside him, Seara snaked her head under his wing, murmuring mock comforts. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Falon. You couldn't help it."

"Thanks, Father."

Seara laughed again and nuzzled the only part of him she could reach--his chest, near the joint of his shoulder. "Besides, this way she knows what you'll be giving her someday! She has time to prepare. And I promise you, Rea has spent many a lonely night curled up with her own tail, imagining it was you."

Falon snorted dismissively, but folded his wings reluctantly. "Oh, like you would know," he growled.

Seara's grin widened. "I do. I've got three reasons, in fact. Promise you won't tell Father?"

Despite himself, he returned the grin. "Course. Well?"

Eyes narrowing into the haughty gaze of someone who knows something they shouldn't, Seara leaned closer. "Firstly," she murmured, drawing the word out in a way that, in another circumstance, might have been considered seductive. "She told me she did."

Falon's eyes widened in shock. "You're joking."

"Nope! It was on a hunt two years ago. We ran into one another, and got to talking. You came up and, well, she let slip how she couldn't stop thinking about you. Part of it might have been her heat, but..." she winked. "I think you've got the start of your own harem, little brother."

Falon rolled his eyes, but made no effort to conceal the pleased smirk. "What's reason two?" he asked, surprised at his own eagerness. Spreading his wings out upon the sand, he rolled onto his side.

Seara shrugged and stretched out opposite him. "It's no deep, dark secret. I may have a dusty cooch," she nuzzled his cheek playfully, "but I've seen my fair share of cocks. You were still in the nursery den, but I spent days wandering around Mount Metsudah, getting underfoot. And, being a curious young dragoness, that means I spent my days ogling the warriors." Chewing her lip, she swallowed nervously. Falon watched her, confused.

With a deep breath, Seara extended her tail, trailing the tip up the inside of his thigh, and then along his limp shaft. Reaching the tip, her tail circled the wide, spade-shaped head, and then trailed back down to his sac. Her face was flushed as she gently traced him, and she stammered, "A-and, well, let's say you, ah, measure up very well. Trust me, Rea's going to be one satisfied dragoness."

Even as his heart pounded and his scales flushed with the foreign sensation of his sister's tail stroking his dick, Falon gave a growl of satisfaction. The reassuring compliments and knowledge that somewhere, at some time, a dragoness had climaxed to the thought of him... drove all thoughts of "proper" behavior from his mind. As lust bubbled up in its stead, he felt his loins stirring, his cock growing heavy against his thigh. It was wrong but that only served to enhance the twisted pleasure of it. He groaned, hips bucking slightly as his sister's tail curled nimbly about his shaft, squeezing and pumping gently.

Then the sensation slowed, and he gave a growl of frustration, seeking Seara's gaze. Her eyes were wide once more, with nervousness. Though the carnal part of his mind gave a furious roar at the interruption, his empathy won out, and Falon cocked his head. "What's wrong?" he asked, struggling to conceal the lust in his voice.

"I'm sorry, for... I don't know why I did that," Seara said, nervously. Her tail uncoiled from his cock, and it took all his willpower not to roar in frustration. "I was scared, and then... now I go and...." She clenched her eyes shut. "I'm not making any sense, am I?" she said, and gave a disgusted snort.

Leaning forward, Falon pressed the tip of his muzzle against his sister's, kissing her tenderly. Seara's eyes flew open in surprise, then closed to a squint as she returned the kiss. "You're not going to lose me," he said with a smile. "What would I be without my big sister?"

Seara chuckled almost silently. "Well, you wouldn't be lying on the beach with a giant, sandy cock," she said, leaning forward to kiss him again. "Do you want me to... uh, help you with that?"

The feral dragon in Falon's chest was screaming and thrashing, urging him to accept, but he took a deep breath, fighting it down. "Yes, but not this second. I have a question first. What were you scared of?"

Seara shrugged, and reached out with her tail to brush the sand from his member. Even the faint contact caused a part of him to roar inwardly in lustful approval. Even once the sand was gone, she continued to stroke him, slowly and casually. "It's all so confusing. Like my mind can't decide what it wants. Probably part of being female," she added with a self-deprecating laugh.

A part of Falon's mind wanted to agree, but the rest of him, spearheaded by his wonderfully swollen cock, vehemently shouted down this desire.

"Part of me was afraid you'd be angry about... about earlier. I thought you'd hate me--that you'd just storm off and I would be all alone." Falon's cock gave a sympathetic twitch. It appeared to prefer company as well. "Or, I thought you might just laugh it off, but then just resent me for it. That would almost be worse. I-I don't want to do anything to risk you, Falon. You know that right? This... if any of this," her tail gave a firm tug on his shaft to indicate what she meant, then hesitated. "I mean, us, being together... like this... if you don't like it, or don't want to, please don't do it for my sake. I know it's probably wrong, but I just... I can't...."

Smiling, he leaned forward and kissed her again. Seara giggled against his lips. "Is this your solution for everything?" she mumbled.

"Pretty much," he admitted, inhaling sharply as his tongue brushed hers for the first time. After a moment's reveling, he drew back, hoping she would return her attention to her tail between his legs. But she wasn't done.

"And then," she began, hesitantly. "When you had me lie down. I thought... I was afraid... Well, I mean, I wanted you to, and I know it's silly, but I was still afraid that you would... you know..." she trailed off, stroking him a bit more forcefully.

Falon groaned, and tried to keep his mind clear enough to communicate. "You thought I was going to rape you?" he asked in disbelief.

Seara gave an embarrassed smile. "Well, not really. I knew you'd never do that. But I thought you might, well, take things one step further than I did. Make me take you in my mouth, or something."

Realization dawned on him just as he felt himself begin the final ascent toward climax. He steeled himself, fighting against the pleasure her tail was bringing him, and ignoring the growls of the yet-unsatisfied beast within him. "That's why you did that," he said in a series of gasps. "You wanted me to force you."

Seara flushed brilliantly, nodding as she stared between his legs.

His peak was gradually drawing near, and with a desperate effort, he forced himself to grab her tail, gently removing it from his shaft. But the feral dragon inside him was not to be denied. Seara's eyes met his, and he rose to his feet, to loom over her. His loins were throbbing, desperate for release, but he ignored them. Gently, he cupped her snout in his paw, leaning forward to kiss her brow.

"You really wanted me to force you?" he asked again.

Seara nodded slightly, still resting in his paw. "Yes," she whispered.

"You want me in your mouth?" he said, letting the lust he felt leak into his voice.

Seara nodded again, more forcefully. The subtle change in phrasing was not lost on her. "Yes," she repeated. "Please."

At long last, the feral and the sentient dragons aligned, and Falon leaned forward, still cupping her snout, to whisper directly into her ear. "Well aren't you a naughty dragoness," he teased. "Lusting after your little brother's cock." She whimpered, the vibrations traveling up his forepaw. "I'm all grown up now, little Seara," he murmured. He kissed his way down her spine, bringing her snout closer and closer to his erection. "What does that make me?" he asked, smearing a bead of pre-cum across her lips.

"Big brother," she whispered. Her breath was warm and moist against his cock, hinting at what awaited inside her mouth.

"That's right," he murmured, retreating until he could once again whisper into her ear. "And it's a big brother's job to look after his sister. Hindleg up," he ordered. Seara whimpered again, but obeyed, giving him a clear view of her swollen sex. Her folds were puffy and visibly slick, and as she tucked her hindleg out of the way, they parted slightly, trembling desperately.

"Aww, does little sister need to cum?" he teased, bending down to look her in the eye. When she merely nodded, he repeated once more, firmly, "I said, does little sister need to cum?" His own cock was incredibly hard, practically aching with the need for release, but he kept his attention on Seara.

"Yes," she whispered, voice hoarse and eyes clouded with lust. "I need to cum, Falon. Please."

Unable to hold back, he nuzzled her snout passionately for a few seconds. "I love you, Seara," he said, as normally as he could manage. Filled with lust though it was, his sister's face lit up. She mouthed the words back to him, then blinked long and hard. When her eyes opened, the coy, wholesome persona was gone and they were once more half-lidded and full of desperate arousal.

Kissing his way along her snout, he took his time in reaching his destination, instead reveling in the sight of Seara's vent, dripping with need and practically begging him to fuck her senseless. For a moment he considered doing just that, then kissed her ear directly. "Use your tail," he murmured. "Just like Rea would. You're going to cum with it buried deep in that tight, little pussy of yours. But not until I tell you to."

Seara's paws shook with excitement as she curled grasping the tip of her tail and slowly gathering it between her legs. It looked slightly uncomfortable, but there was enough length and flexibility to be found in Seara's tail to make it worthwhile. He watched the first few inches slide into her effortlessly, then the next few more slowly. She began to moan, pumping her tail as she continued to feed more and more of her thickening tail inside her increasingly stretched vent. Then, with a final effort, she slammed the last few inches inside of her--her eyes clenching shut, but her mouth stretched open wide into a throaty, near-orgasmic moan. Paws shaking, she released her grip on her tail, and Falon watched in amazement as it remained in place, the last foot or so writhing visibly inside her.

By now, his cock was so unendurably hard, he couldn't think straight. Seara lay, shuddering on the ground, her hips bucking against the air as she stared up toward him with a hungry expression. With a grin, he crept forward, over her head, his own eyes fluttering as he dragged his shaft across her snout. His balls were practically trembling with anticipation.

"Now listen carefully, Seara," he growled, though not unkindly. "You're not to cum until I do, do you understand?"

Seara gave a desperate moan and writhed beneath him. "Gods... please," she begged, though he could hear the smile in her voice. She was enjoying this as much as he was--more at the moment. Well, it was time to change that.

"Are you going to be a good dragoness and suck big brother's cock?"

"Yes, yes," she mewled. "I'll do whatever you want. Just hurry. Please."

With a smile, Falon pushed forward, expecting her to receive him in her mouth. But the spade-shaped head merely brushed across her lips. He tried again, lining up and pushing forward. No luck. With a growl, he peered back under his body, to find Seara watching him, beaming, lips sealed tightly shut. His own smile growing, despite the frustration she caused him, Falon laid one paw across her brow, lining himself up. If she wanted to be taken like a wild female, forced to pleasure him at his pace... he would grant her wish. With a snarl, he seized the nape of her neck, right between her wings, in his teeth and bit down, hard. Seara shrieked, body convulsing, and he took the opportunity to thrust his hips forward.

Her mouth was like nothing he could have imagined. As her lips sealed shut around the head of his cock, he literally sighed in pleasure, his legs trembling as her tongue lashed against him. With a grunt of pleasure, he pushed forward, driving more of his cock into her waiting maw. Seara moaned loudly, her tongue ravaging his virgin shaft with each faint spasm that shot through hers. Falon could already tell he would not last long, not with the pleasure assaulting every inch of his cock, save for the swollen half-knot that framed the base of it. But he was determined that he would go as long as possible, and ensure that Seara received the treatment she deserved.

Drawing back, Falon hissed at the coolness of the sea breeze upon his freshly lubricated shaft. Without waiting for a response from Seara, he thrust back in roughly, ramming the entirety of his length back inside her snout. His knot was caught on the outside of her teeth, but as his balls swung forward to slap against her face, a heavenly thrill shot through both. Seara continued to moan, her lower body writhing, and her muzzle sucking and stroking every swollen inch of him.

He could feel his peak growing closer and closer with every thrust, fast approaching the point of no return. "You like this?" he growled, slamming his hips so forcefully against her snout that his balls began to ache with each impact. "You like having my cock in your mouth? Being muzzlefucked by your big brother?"

Seara did not speak, but she answered just the same. A high, desperate, keening wail of lust and need slipped from her muzzle as she struggled to open her jaw widen enough to take his knot. At the same time, a forepaw dove between her legs, groping and kneading the swollen folds. Her free hindpaw closed around her tail, a half-foot from the spot it disappeared into her trembling pussy. With a cry, it began to pump furiously, driving several more inches inside her needy vent, and then all but removing the entire tip of her tail. With a shuddering moan, she drove it back inside, desperately fucking herself with it.

With a snarl, Falon pulled back slightly, withdrawing his member completely from her snout. For a second, Seara leaned forward, trying to reclaim him, then she looked up, her expression a mixture of confusion, worry, and desperate lust. All those gave way to single-minded pleasure a moment later, however. Without warning, Falon grasped the two small horns that protruded from her skull, twisting her head to the side, and pressing the side of her face against the ground. Aiming carefully, he sank himself back inside her muzzle, horizontally.

The change in angle made all the difference. No longer blocked by teeth, his knot slipped completely inside her mouth, letting his shaft thrust the entire head of his cock into her throat. Seara gagged and coughed, her throat fighting to expel the invading member. But even as she struggled, taking great gasping breaths each time Falon drew back to penetrate her muzzle again, an unstoppable pleasure was building. She'd fought it off as long as she could, waiting and praying for Falon to cum so she could have relief. Her soaked and abused cunt was desperate to cum, and with each thrust she feared she might slip over the edge.

But it was Falon who lost the battle first. He could tell he was going to climax the moment he started along the final stretch. His shaft was aching, and his heavy-laden balls were churning inside his sac, begging to spill themselves inside the moist warmth of Seara's muzzle. Erratically, his thrusts took on a life of their own, each trying to shove more and more of his desperate cock into her throat. Seara gagged again, her tongue and narrow throat spasming and clenching about his shaft. Her teeth lightly closed about the base of his knot, and that was it.

Falon roared, hips bucking as his sac drew up tightly against his body, pouring shot after shot of creamy seed down her gullet. His sister swallowed desperately, barely managing to keep from drowning in cum as he relentlessly fucked her muzzle, conscious only of his own pleasure. Even as the fiercest waves of bliss abated, his loins continued to shudder, he managed only to draw back from her throat into her snout before a new torrent of semen erupted from his cock against her tongue. No longer gagging, Seara closed her eyes and relished the twisted thrill of suckling directly from her brother's cock. As if sensing her desires, his shaft pulsed and throbbed inside her mouth.

So heavily did the delightful naughtiness of their incestuous coupling weigh on her mind that she did not notice her own orgasm until it was already upon her. Her tail snapped from her shuddering vent, followed by a small spray of feminine juices. She couldn't even begin to contain her shrieks, her entire body shuddering violently as her limbs shook and her pussy clenched and gushed over the base of her tail. Dimly, some corner of her brain was aware she must not bite, but it could not quite manage to swallow--her mouth quickly filling with excess cum.

Falon watched Seara writhe as the brunt of his orgasm faded away. Cautiously, he withdrew, guiding his member out between her fangs. Absentmindedly, he gripped the base of his shaft, squeezing slightly on his knot as he did so. Instantly, a fresh wave of orgasmic pleasure struck him, all the fiercer for being unexpected. With a ferocious groan, his hips bucked forward, a final rush of semen shooting forth and spraying across Seara's exhausted face. Giving an exhausted yet exhilarated sigh, he softly stroked his cock, smearing his sister with the last drop of their lovemaking.

When Seara had recovered enough to rise, the state of her face was so absurd as to be adorable. One side was covered in a thin coat of sand, the other by a not-so-thin coat of quickly drying semen. Without a word, she darted to the water, burying her face and loins beneath the waves until both had been completely washed clean of any residue.

As she came trotting back, clean and grinning madly, Seara let slip a giddy laugh. "That was wonderful, Falon!" she cried, nuzzling his chin. "Did you enjoy it?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious.

Falon glanced back between his hindpaws, to where his cock hung swollen, exhausted, and dripping with saliva and excess semen. "I'd say so," he murmured, nipping his sister's neck.

"I'm glad," she said, softly. "I have something to confess though."

Falon stiffened and pulled back in order to meet her gaze. "Is something wrong?" he asked, worry filling his voice where once lust had.

Seara shook her head. "No, it's just a confession. I actually lied earlier, about Rea."

"What do you mean?" he asked slowly.

"She didn't just confess to tailfucking herself to fantasies of you," Seara said, her contrite persona melting away. With a wicked grin, she leaned forward, kissing her brother sensuously.

"I was the one who taught her."