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Melira Brightcloud crouched behind the broad trunk of an oak tree wrapped in a swirl of heart-shaped ivy leaves. After hours of slinking through the lush summertime forest, she had nearly reached her quarry. All day long Melira had tracked her prey, and the pursuit was finally at an end. It had been a slow, time consuming affair as Melira sought to remain as quiet as possible while staying downwind of the beast. Despite the slow pace of her tracking it had been a very tense affair.

Melira may be an accomplished hunter but she had never before stalked a dragon.

Not that she stalked such a beast now for sport. Melira was no cold-hearted slayer who sought to kill the creature simply for being a dragon. But the fact remained that when dragons drew too near to the lands of men they became dangerous. They were violent beasts with equally violent tempers that had once wreaked havoc upon the armies of men trying to bring civility to barbaric lands. Or so went all the stories Melira had ever heard. As such, when one of the beasts became a threat someone had to deal with the creature.

As one of the Forest Wards, that job had fallen upon Melira. Not that she would complain. There was after all a sizable bounty for the successful slaying of the dragon now that it had damaged property and stolen livestock. There was also a decent bounty for simply driving the beast away before it had a chance to kill anyone. Melira would prefer the heavier purse if possible. It would also be far easier to claim the bounty if she could simply toss the dragon's head upon the desk of the local guard captain. Still, if the situation proved resolvable without shedding too much blood Melira would not object. Especially given that she was well aware it might be her head taken as a trophy if she was not careful.

The Forest Wards were a small, loosely knit group who styled themselves as protectors of the land known as the Forest Of Ghosts. They had no real leadership structure and did not answer to anyone but themselves. As such they were more like nomadic mercenaries than anything else. They were all accomplished warriors and hunters in their own right. Most Wards spent their days protecting the scattered assortment of villages spread through the area from menaces like bandits, marauding beasts, and as of now, the occasional dragon.

Melira herself spent a good deal of time traveling from village to village, doing good deeds, and then cheerfully requesting payment for it. The various local authorities did not always like the mercenary attitudes of the Forest Ward but in the end they chose to pay up rather than send their own small guard forces out into the wild in search of dangerous criminals or monstrous beasts.

The Forest Of Ghosts was a lush, verdant stretch of wilderness full of ancient growth. The origins of its name were long lost to history and superstition, but as far as Melira knew it had never actually harbored any unnatural spirits. It was however, vast and wild and filled with all manner of animals and beasts. It could certainly be a dangerous place for the unaware. Over the years it had sheltered more than a few monsters wearing the skin of men who sought to escape justice.

Nonetheless for the people who dwelled in its scattered villages, the Forest Of Ghosts was simply a beautiful place to call home. It stretched on further than anyone could journey in a week or so. The forest was dominated for mile upon mile by towering oak trees that were already old when the first villages sprung up. Immense canopies covered in dark green and vaguely hand-shaped leaves stretched out above the forest. Amidst all the oak were plenty of other trees too. There were elms with serrated leaves shaped like emerald tear drops. The white bark of aspens stood out wherever they grew. Pine trees seemed to cluster together in miniature groves, leaving the air laden with their fresh aroma and the ground coated with prickly brown needles.

Twisted coils of ivy ran up the trunks of many of the trees, mantling them in heart-shaped leaves edged in white. Here and there purple, star-shaped flowers with white spots in the center poked through the ivy. Wild brambles roamed the forest floor and protected their blackberry crops with wickedly curved thorns. Even trees that had long since died and fallen to the earth continued to look green and vibrant thanks to layer upon layer of velvet moss. Shelf fungus of gray and pale blue clung to the underside of a few fallen logs.

The residents of the Forest Of Ghosts had never really considered themselves part of any particular country despite a multitude of claims over the years. There was a time when the realms of Vurnel and Aran'alia had each claimed some of the Forest's villages. Yet neither of those countries existed anymore. Instead, the whole area now belonged to the Kingdom of Illandra. It made little difference to the inhabitants of the Forest Of Ghosts.

Far flung as they were, the distinctions of kingdoms versus empires versus republics were of little concern. Even now, the villages of the forest were left to rule and protect themselves as they had always done. If anything, the fact they'd ostensibly been conquered had only been a boon to the villages. The only thing that had changed was that they had a lot more travelers from foreign armies. That meant more people spending coin inside their shops and inns while spinning tales of wicked dragons sowing destruction in far away lands. All of that was fine with Melira. Tales like that would only add to the bounties available, and the more coin the soldiers spent the higher those bounties would rise.

In fact if Melira could just pull off this dragon-slaying business she'd be set for quite some time.

In the interest of bettering her odds of survival, Melira had geared herself up as appropriately as she could. She had considered a suit of heavy armor, but decided against it when she realized it would likely do little against the brunt of a dragon's fury. She considered chain mail, but feared the rattle and clank would draw the dragon's attention long before she reached the beast. In the end Melira settled for a thick black leather cuirass with plenty of iron studs. It would offer a little protection and keep her relatively quiet. Truth be told she suspected if the dragon actually got its claws and teeth in her no amount of armor would save her life.

Hell, Melira hadn't even worn a helmet. Foolish, some might say. Reckless, would say others. That was fine. Melira would just smile and tell them recklessness was one of her finest attributes. Besides, if anyone thought having a bit of extra padding on your head would stop a dragon's blow from shattering your skull, it was they who were the fool. The trick was in not being struck in the first place as far as Melira was concerned.

That idea suited Melira well enough. As a fighter she'd always preferred speed and agility to heavy armor, and swift well aimed strikes to brute force. Thankfully those were exactly the attributes Melira had always been most blessed with. She lacked the full, ample curves of some of the bustier women in town, but that was alright. She'd never wanted to make her living serving ale in a tavern and having her ass slapped, anyway. Instead, a youth spent climbing trees, roaming the forest and learning to hunt had shaped her into a lithe, wiry woman with a dangerous grace that more than made up for lack of extra curves. Not that she'd ever had any complaints about her body from the men she'd been with over the years, and they'd never had trouble finding a handful of something to enjoy.

Granted, all that extra armor suddenly seemed like a better idea when Melira caught sight of black scales sliding through the brush up ahead of her. Her heartbeat instantly quickened, thudding against her chest like frantic drumbeat accompanying a charging army. Fresh sweat beaded upon her forehead to join the moisture already wrought by the humidity beneath the towering trees. Ever so slowly, Melira lifted her hand to wipe her faintly tanned forehead.

In addition to the studded black leather she wore over the top of a simple brown long sleeved tunic and a bit of padding, Melira wore black leather breeches, and well-traveled brown boots she'd recently repaired herself. Though the weather was warm, she also wore a long, dark green cloak complete with a voluminous hood to help hide her striking red hair and black leather armor. Slowly as she could, she pulled her hood tighter around her head, hoping the dragon hadn't already spotted her.

At least Melira had brought plenty of weaponry. At one hip she bore the same simple steel longsword she'd carried for much of her life. An old and simple weapon, she cherished it nonetheless. It was a gift from her father, weighted and balanced precisely for Melira. She kept excellent care of it, oiling and sharpening it regularly. She twined her fingers around the leather-wrapped hilt, rubbing her thumb habitually over the pommel and her finger across the cross guard.

At Melira's other hip she bore an assortment of throwing knives, each weighted a little differently. Strapped over her shoulder she carried a compact crossbow. It lacked the armor-punching ability of a heavier model, but she could get a bolt loaded and fired in a matter of moments. She also kept a group of bolts coated in a potent poison derived from the blue cap mushroom to ensure that if her aim was true, her foe was going to fall. In addition a hodgepodge collection of pouches tied around Melira's waist were filled with various powders and mixtures designed to disable and disorient a variety of beasts. Granted, she'd never tested any of them out against a dragon, but there was a first time for everything.

Perhaps she'd even be able to disable the beast, and drag it back to town alive. That way she'd be able to collect the full bounty without actually having to take the creature's life. Ah, but now she was daydreaming. How the hell would she drag a living dragon back to town? Even if she had rope or chain enough to bind the creature she would have needed a horse or three to drag the thing.

Melira forced herself to focus. All the careful stalking and tracking had finally brought her to the beast, and she didn't want to give herself away now before she was ready to strike. She shifted herself subtly behind the towering tree that sheltered her, trying to stay out of the dragon's line of sight. The warm summer breeze rustled the ivy leaves wreathing the oak tree, and threatened to blow her hood back off of her head. She grasped her hood to prevent it from exposing her long red curls. At least she could tell she was still downwind of the beast.

Melira fixed eyes the color of the deep green forest upon the patches of black shifting in the distance. She could faintly make out the pattern of the dragon's scales as it strode into a clearing a little ways off. Melira wasn't yet sure what it was doing out here, though if it was planning to rest or feed, that would be as good a time as any to strike. When she was convinced the dragon hadn't spotted her, she began to slink forward through the underbrush again.

Soon the rapid pace of Melira's breath matched that of her heart. Her stomach twisted itself into uncountable knots as realization began to dawn upon her. She was about to fight a dragon. What the hell was she doing? Was she crazy? Yes, Melira confirmed to herself with a smirk. She was definitely crazy. Still, plenty of dragons had been successfully slain before right? Why couldn't she do the same? Then again, plenty of would-be dragon slayers had also fallen in the attempt.

Melira quietly leaned up against another thick-trunked oak tree. This one's coarse, brown bark was marked and softened here and there by patches of silken moss. Tiny red tendrils stretched up above the soft green carpet that covered the tree in emerald blotches. Melira rested her cheek against a patch of moss as she peeked around the tree, hoping her hood would help hide her. Finally, she had a clear view of the dragon she'd spent the day pursuing.

The dragon was not as large as she'd expected. It was perhaps the size of an average horse, but with a much longer neck and a long, thick tail. The dragon was also a bit more lithe and slender than she'd imagined. Plenty of muscles still rippled beneath its natural armor, but it lacked the bulk she had anticipated.

The creature was covered almost entirely in scales the slightly glossy hue of ebony, though it also bore plenty of blue coloration in rather striking patterns. A large patch of sky blue marked the end of the dragon's tapered muzzle, as well as the tip of its tail. More vibrant blue colors lined the edges of its otherwise-black wings with indigo swirls. And each of the dragon's paws was marked with a different proportion of blue. It made it look as though the dragon had decided to adorn itself with cerulean socks, yet could not find a matching set, let alone four socks the same size.

The mental image of a dragon holding up blue socks against its own paws and then cursing the mismatched sizes almost made Melira burst out laughing. She had to bite her lip to keep quiet. She quickly reminded herself that this dragon was a danger to the Forest of Ghosts, and that she was here to ensure it did not get the chance to hurt anyone. Still, she figured she may as well continue to observe her quarry while she formulated her plan.

The dragon seemed to be nosing about a sun-dappled clearing. The ground was mostly covered in soft grasses and moss that held an oddly flattened appearance. Melira suspected the dragon had been sleeping here the last few days, and was simply inspecting the place to make sure no one had visited it while he was away hunting.

The dragon lifted its head. Blue-marked nostrils flared at the end of its black snout as it sought any unfamiliar scents. Melira had a good look at its face. The dragon's scales there looked to have a very fine, pebbly texture. A pair of dark horns with a light curve and heavy ridging crowned the dragon's skull. Frilled ears swiveled at each side of the dragon's head. Melira saw that in addition to its ears, the dragon also had spiky frills adorning its visage. The largest frill rose up between its horns and down the back of its neck, while smaller fin-like frills spanned out behind its ears.

Melira smirked. It seemed dragons were a decorative sort of beast if nothing else. She quickly ran her eyes over the rest of the dragon's form. Melira noticed that the front of each of the dragon's limbs were covered in scutes like the plates on the belly of a snake. The dragon's chest was also heavily plated compared to the rest of its body. Its vitals were definitely well protected.

The dragon glanced her way, and Melira froze. The dragon peered in her direction for only a moment, and best Melira could tell it had not spotted her. Yet when the sunlight caught the dragon's eyes she found herself transfixed. She had to admit, the dragon had beautiful eyes. They glowed gold like the sun itself, flecked here and there with glittering silver. Melira held her breath till the dragon looked away again.

After a moment, the dragon turned away from her. Its tail swished in the air, and Melira scowled at the sight of the slightly curved spines that adorned either side of the monster's tail tip. Those looked to confirm her fears. Melira imagined a dragon's tail spines could punch right through steel plate, let alone leather. Best to avoid them entirely. While the dragon was facing away from her, Melira caught sight of something else she hadn't expected to see.

Testicles.

It was actually a he.

The dragon's testicles dangled under his tail, like fat black eggs nestled between his hind legs. Melira smirked to herself. At least the beast had one chink in his armor. If it came down to it, Melira wouldn't hesitate to kick even a dragon right in the nuts. The mental image of her doing just that, along with the image of a googly-eyed dragon that followed almost made her laugh again.

Then she grit her teeth, and eased her sword a few inches from its scabbard, checking to ensure it was free. Time to make her final preparations, and attack. Yet before she could decide between drawing her sword and attacking or loading her crossbow to strike from the shadows, the dragon gave her pause. The beast turned again, and Melira saw several ugly scars marked his body.

For the first time, Melira realized that one of the dragon's wings hung awkwardly against his side. One blue-edged wing was neatly folded against his form, sleek and streamlined. The other hung partly unfurled, and given the knot of pink scar tissue that marred the area where the dragon's wing sprouted from his shoulder, it was clear the dragon simply could not operate that wing properly. It was a miracle the beast could fly at all.

The dragon walked a few paces across the clearing, and Melira noticed the beast had a limp. Another fat, circular blotch of pink tissue scarred the dragon's hind leg. From the looks of it, that limp was permanent. Yet another scar stood out angrily against the black scales of the dragon's side and underbelly. The dragon had clearly suffered some traumatic wounds in his youth that had maimed him to some extent even to this day.

Come to think of it, how old was this dragon? His blue-marked paws looked a little oversized for his body, his hind legs a little too long for the rest of him. Melira considered it all a moment, along with the dragon's smaller than expected size. She scowled as she realized this dragon was merely a youth. Certainly he was no hatchling, and judging by the set of balls he carried he was certainly maturing well. But that still left the beast in the throes of draconic adolescence. And dragon or not, Melira would be damned if she'd slay some teenager unless she had no choice. Still, that left the question of just what the hell she was going to do about this dragon.

As Melira pondered that very question, the dragon eased himself down onto his belly. He gave a sigh of relaxation, and gradually stretched out against the grass. Gingerly, the creature rolled over onto his side. Melira at first thought he was just being careful of his old wounds. Soon she realized he was taking care not to mash his wings as he slowly rolled over onto his back. Before long the young dragon was sprawled upon his back, his wings draped at his sides and his paws lazily flopping. The damn beast was sunning his belly like an oversized kitten.

For a moment, she considered calling out to the creature. Perhaps she could negotiate his exit from these lands. Still, she didn't want to startle the beast. She imagined a startled dragon would react with fire, claws, and teeth. None of those things would be good for either of them. She certainly didn't want to get her face burned off or her throat torn out, and she was increasingly dismayed by the idea of plunging her sword into the belly of a creature who wasn't even full grown yet. True enough, Melira knew there were dragon slayers out there who would happy take the chance to kill a dragon before it had time to grow into a monster, but Melira simply lacked that cold bloodedness.

While Melira considered her options, the dragon lifted a front paw and placed it down between his hind legs. Melira bit her lip to prevent laughter as the young dragon began to openly rub his own testicles. Apparently even the balls of dragons itched from time to time. Melira shook her head, muttering under her breath. Men.

After a moment it became clear that the dragon wasn't simply scratching himself. No, the dragon was rather actively playing with his balls. The beast rubbed his ebon sack under a blue paw, and then gently grasped at one of the egg-shaped glands held within. Soon the dragon was rolling that single orb around between a few blue fingers. Melira could see the young dragon's plump testicle shifting around inside the coal-colored sac that contain it.

Melira gulped, her face flushing. She looked away. Surely the beast wouldn't do that for long. Besides, he was a dragon. Dragons didn't...touch...themselves...like that. ...Did they? When Melira heard the young dragon give a happy little croon of pleasure, the answer was all too clear.

Melira suddenly had the rather awkward realization that she may have spent the entire day stalking a young dragon who had simply been looking for a quiet place to masturbate. Some mighty dragon slayer she was. Tracking a beast who'd only come out here for some privacy to explore his youthful urges. True, there was probably more to it than that. The dragon did have a bounty on his head after all. Then again...did he? The bounty letters hadn't exactly been clear on the coloration of the dragon.

Perhaps she'd simply been stalking the wrong beast. Still, any dragon's head would reap the bounty. Yet, if this dragon was as youthful as she suspected, she had no interest in claiming his head. But if she could chase him off, prove that she'd driven him away, then the dragon would be safe and she'd still get half the coin. Yet even that left the question of how to drive away the dragon without either of them ending up dead.

The dragon groaned again, and Melira couldn't help but look. The beast had curled up just a little and now had both front paws between his hind legs. With one, he was cupping his own black jewels, rolling the fat glands around against his paw pads. With the other paw, he was dragging claw tips over the scales of his inner thighs. Melira swallowed hard. This was...admittedly a little more erotic a display than she'd expected.

The dragon murmured to himself, and took one egg in each paw. Gently, the dragon massaged his own testicles. He lifted his hips a little, hind end rising. Melira could see the creature's black sheath slung against his underbelly. Pointed red flesh was already spilling from it, sliding out against the scales of the dragon's stomach. Melira felt her face beginning to flush as red as the scarlet spear now emerging from the dragon's nether regions. Perhaps while the dragon was distracted with himself, she could slip away quietly. Return another day and try to speak to the dragon without bloodshed.

Yet how many chances would she get to watch a dragon masturbate?

Oh...what the hell. If nothing else, it would make a damn fine tale to spin in the tavern. Melira settled down towards the ground as quietly as she could, trying to make herself comfortable. May as well enjoy the show, eh? Not that she was planning to join him in self-pleasuring, though that was in part because she might give her presence away. But perhaps later, back in the inn with a hot bath. She smirked, tilting her head a little as she watched the dragon indulge in his own body.

For a beast, he certainly had agile paws. The dragon's front feet clearly worked just as well as hands. He also seemed quite adept at manipulating his own testicles with them. It was quite a sight really, a curious young dragon exploring his own nuts while swiftly getting an erection. The dragon's tool seemed as quick and eager to slip free of its protective sheath and harden up as a young man's was to rise and do the same. In no time at all the dragon appeared to be fully erect.

Admittedly, even a young dragon's erection seemed an impressive thing to Melira. It was quite unlike that of a man. It held no real head and instead ended in what looked like a tapered point. Rather than a glans it held only a minor flare behind that point, something like the end of a spear. Much of the rest of it was completely smooth, though Melira could see a few faintly raised ridges that encircled the base of the dragon's shaft. The whole organ was a dark red color, a ruby weapon on full display.

Even the young dragon seemed transfixed by his own penis for a moment. He lifted his neck, cocking his wedge shaped head as he stared down at himself. His golden eyes shone in the sun, their silver sparkles glittering. The dragon released his balls and let them drop back into place, hanging just above the base of his tail. The dragon's left stone seemed to hang just a hint lower than its twin. As the dragon stared at himself, he ran a single digit up the underside of his erection. When his pawpad brushed over the faint ridges at the base of his tool, the dragon shivered in delight, his scales clicking together.

"Errrhhhn," the dragon murmured.

Melira smirked to herself, her whole body flushed now. Naughty lizard was certainly enjoying himself, wasn't he. Come to think of it, she was enjoying the show a little more than she'd anticipated herself. At this rate that hot bath back in the inn couldn't come soon enough. Not that she was about to rush out to offer her assistance or anything. Though, perhaps in the future that would be one way to negotiate with a young dragon. She shook her head, laughing under her breath. As if.

Meanwhile, the dragon continued to turn his attention to his increasingly needy erection. From a distance Melira could tell the thing was hard as a rock now. It almost seemed to perplex the dragon. He prodded at his tool, grunting when the organ barely budged. He gave it a little bump, and it bobbled but otherwise remained totally inflexible. Typical youthful male, Melira thought. As hard and ready as he'd ever be in all his life, yet totally unsure of how to use it. It was a shame that the energy of youth and the experience of age didn't do a better job of meeting in the middle.

Melira could tell by the way the dragon handled his balls this wasn't the first time he'd pleasured himself. However it was also clear he was still seeking out new ways to enjoy his body. Perhaps the dragon was still impressed by the fact his mating tool got so hard so easily these days. It was a bit surreal to see a young dragon pondering the workings of his own sexual anatomy. Melira knew they were sentient beasts, she'd just simply never imagined them doing something so innocently lewd as sexual self-exploration.

The dragon slowly pressed the pads of his paws against either side of his cock. He groaned to himself, lifting his hips to lightly thrust between his own paws. For a second Melira thought he was going to stroke himself that way. Instead, he began to rub his paws back and forth, rolling his tapered red erection around between his pads. From the way the dragon's eyes went wide and his muzzle hung open it must have felt heavenly.

"Ooooh," the young dragon groaned, tossing his horned head.

As the black and blue dragon began to work his mating tool more fervently between his paws, Melira did all she could to suppress the giggles that were threatening to rise up her throat. Erotic as that image was, she couldn't help but think it looked as though the young dragon were actively attempting to roll his own penis out like a length of bread dough. Or perhaps a sausage casing. A soft giggle escaped her lips before she clamped her jaws shut, but the dragon's own groans seemed to cover up her sounds.

The dragon rolled his hips a few times, thrusting himself between his paws. The beast worked his paws back and forth faster, giving a few groans that grew louder and louder. Then suddenly the dragon gave a half strangled cry, and jerked his paws away from his tool. His muzzle scrunched up, and his back arched as he thrust his erection up into the air. The dragon tensed up in that position, holding his breath. He balled up his paws in fists at his sides, his wings twitching and tail curling. The dragon's maleness pulsed visibly, a few dribbles of slightly milky pre-seed oozing from his tip onto his belly scales.

Melira grinned, shaking her head. Silly beast nearly came all over himself already. She rather expected the dragon would just get himself off quickly, but it seemed he wanted his fun to last a little longer. In that case, he'd had an awfully close call. Soon the dragon visibly relaxed as he crept back from the edge of explosive release. With a soft sigh the dragon settled onto his back again.

He panted a little, and returned a paw to playing with his balls. The dragon lay his blue marked head against the grass, tilting it to the side so that his horns did not get wedged into the ground. He rolled one ball around in his paw, then the other. Each little massage caused the dragon to groan and squirm a little bit. Soon, that curious paw drifted upwards once more, teasing at the ridges encircling the base of the dragon's cock.

The dragon's breath trembled as he played with his ridges. They seemed extra sensitive, and the beast toyed with them quite delicately. Slowly, he began to work his fingers all the way around his crimson halberd. Once he had it in his grasp, the dragon began to stroke himself. His strokes were very slow and measured at first. He moaned under his breath, now and then lifting his hips just a little to push through his own paw.

Soon, the creature dropped his other front leg back down again. To Melira's surprise, the young dragon gave his hanging black balls a little swat. The orbs bounced and the dragon's body jerked just a little. He also made an admittedly cute yelping sound. Melira quirked a brow, grinning as the dragon swatted his eggs once again. The beast gave another little yelp, and pumped his cock harder in his paw.

"My," Melira whispered under his breath. "You are a kinky young thing, aren't you Dragon."

She kept her laugh hidden, shaking her head. Seeing the dragon exploring just what he liked and what he didn't, testing his body's thresholds between pain and pleasure made Melira feel a little wicked. It was a very intimate act to witness, in some ways even more private than simple masturbation.

Once more the dragon lifted his head, curling a little to watch what he was doing. Melira could almost see the youthful excitement and wonder over his own body reflected in the beast's golden, silver-flecked eyes. Those eyes were clearly fixed on the blue paw he was using to stroke his red member as if marveling at just how much pleasure so simple an act could bring him. He groaned his delight, and began to hump upwards at his paw. Then the dragon craned his neck, watching his own black balls bobble and sway beneath his stroking foreleg.

As if tempted by the bobbling motion of the developing eggs, the dragon hoisted his free paw, and promptly gave his young dragon testicles another swat. This one proved the dragon had gotten carried away in his exuberance to test his body, as the yowl he gave held more startled pain than he'd anticipated. His golden eyes bugged out a little, and the dragon curled to cup his suddenly aching nuts a moment. Melira nearly had to bury her face in the moss-covered tree trunk to keep babbles of laughter from spilling over her lips.

Silly dragon. What did you think was going to happen if you whacked yourself in the nuts? Ah, the curiosities and overexcitement of youth. Not that Melira had ever accidentally hurt herself a little when exploring her own body as a youth. No, she'd certainly never gotten into experimenting with the pain and pleasure threshold of her nipples. And she'd definitely never gotten carried away and twisted one of her own nipples way too far for comfort and then cried out in surprise.

Nope, never.

Well, maybe once.

Three times.

Luckily for the young dragon he seemed as quick to recover from his mistake as Melira had been from her youthful indiscretions. He quickly uncurled, the dragon's penis still as red and rigid as ever as it jutted up above his belly. This time he rolled over onto all fours, and pushed himself to his feet. He lifted a front paw, and lapped away at his paw pad as though he suddenly felt it were greatly in need of a bath. Melira half thought he was tasting himself. Then the dragon reached back to grasp his member and began to stroke.

Ah, so that was what the licking was for. Smart beast.

With the added lubrication, the dragon began to stroke himself more forcefully than before. He gave a playful growl, and began to thrust his hips against his own paw. As he humped at his fingers, the dragon snapped his jaws in the air a few times as though biting the neck of some unfortunate female. Or perhaps that would have been a fortunate female. Given the way the dragon had smacked himself a few times, his species seemed to like it a bit rough.

The dragon shifted himself a little. He lowered his plated chest to the ground but left his hind end hoisted. His spined tail curled and flagged a little as he began to thrust harder into his paw. His breath was coming in heated pants now. Melira had an excellent view of the dragon's lightly arched cock sliding back and forth through his paw with every thrust he made. It looked like a red spear plunging over and over into the blue-scaled belly of some enemy beast. Behind it, his balls bobbled and swayed, bouncing off the side of his paw.

Before she knew it, Melira had slipped a few fingers down inside her breeches. Not exactly ideal masturbation conditions, what with clothes and armor, and the dragon and all. But so long as she was watching such a show she might as well give herself a little thrill too. Thanks to the dragon's display, sweat from the trek through the forest was not the only wetness she was dealing with any more. She pushed her fingers past coils of scarlet hair till her fingertips brushed the swollen folds of her entrance. Without actually removing her clothing, or at least opening her breeches there was only so much she could do. Melira would have to settle for getting straight to business as it were. She stroked the damp cleft of her flesh a little to moisten her fingertips, and then began to lazily roll one of them around her clit. The pleasure was warm and wonderful, and she sucked in a shuddering breath. She'd have to be quiet.

The dragon however was under no such restrictions. Sounds of bestial pleasure were rising from the dragon's throat, and growing ever louder. The dragon thrust steadily for long moments, growling and snarling his growing bliss. Then he came to a stop, dropping his paw back down to let his body relax a little rather than shoot his seed right away. Soon the creature was building up a steady rhythm moving through long moments of stroking and thrusting followed by periods where he worked to catch his breath or play with his balls. The dragon certainly seemed to be learning to tease himself and prolong his pleasure.

Once he nearly went too far again. He gasped and yanked his paw away from his shaft, hips instinctively thrusting into the air. A single spurt of thick white dragon seed burst from his tip, dribbling down the black scales of his belly. The dragon's tool throbbed and yet the young male kept himself from full orgasm seemingly by sheer will alone. Impressive, actually. And it gave Melira time to catch up.

All the while she watched the dragon alternate between thrusting heavily and resting with his tool on display, she rolled her clit beneath her fingers. Normally Melira enjoyed pleasuring herself the same way the dragon was doing. In so far as she liked to make it last, liked to tease herself, and toy with her breasts. But she'd take what she could get, given the circumstances. Melira sometimes considered herself blessed in that if she just wanted to get off, all she ever really had to do was toy with her clit for a while. Not quite as easy as a man giving himself a quick stroke, but better than some women she knew who had to really work for it.

Melira smiled to herself as she watched the dragon tease his balls again. He groaned and shuddered as he rolled them in his paw. The shivering caused his black and blue scales to click together, like chattering insects. The dragon gave his balls a tug, and the action caused his lightly arched maleness to jut out away from his belly scales a little more. The dragon pulled his balls a little further back, ducking his head to watch his movements pull his shaft away from his stomach. Melira found it oddly amusing just how fascinated the dragon was with his own body.

It made Melira miss the days when her body was totally new to her, as well. She supposed she'd have to make do with times like this. As the dragon returned to thrusting into his paw, Melira worked her fingers deftly around her clit again. Already the waves of pleasure emanating from her button were growing stronger by the moment. If she wasn't careful, she was going to finish before the dragon. Or at least she would have, had the dragon not chosen that moment to stroke himself a little too far beyond the point of no return.

It was going to happen sooner or later, anyway. The dragon licked his paw a few more times, and then wrapped his moistened pad back around his slick shaft. Squeezing his erection, the dragon began to stroke himself swiftly, crooning at the sheer warm and wonderful pleasure of it all. Soon he was rocking his hips again, pleasure growing. Oh. Oh! OH! He was...gonna...!

"Oh, yes!" The dragon cried out in delight. The fact the beast spoke it aloud in the common tongue almost startled Melira out of her own pleasured reverie. Almost. "Gods, I'm shooooting!"

"Yes, you are," Melira hissed to herself as she watched the dragon's thrusts grow frantic and desperate. "That's it you wicked thing, shoot your seed in your paw!"

Which of course was exactly what the dragon did. The young beast threw his head back in a feral roar of delight as he came. All the spiny frills around his head flared out in an expression of pure draconic bliss. His balls tightened up beneath his spined tail, and as his cock began to pulse forcefully in time with the beating of his heart, the dragon's tail twitched and flagged along with it.

A thick burst of heavy, white dragon cream shot forth and grazed the dragon's belly scales before splattering the ground beneath him. The second spurt held much more velocity, crashing against the dragon's chest plates in a splattering cascade. Soon it was followed by another, and another. All the while the dragon snarled and trembled, stroked and thrust, relishing the hot, primal pleasures of ejaculation.

Melira was relishing pleasures of her own. The woman's own orgasmic waves began to rock her shortly after she witnessed the first eruption of the dragon's volcano. Much as she wanted to scream her own delight, and much as she wanted to watch every jet of dragon cum mark the beast's belly, she forced herself to clamp her jaws and her eyes shut. She feared if she so much as kept her eyes open she'd be unable to keep her ecstasy silent.

It was all she could do to keep from crying out as she fervently swirled her finger around her own clit, waves of electric pleasure pulsing through her. A little flood washed over her fingers, running down her thighs and the inside of her pants. Nothing a good bath and a laundry wash tub wouldn't clean up easily enough once she returned home.

In the distance, Melira was dimly aware that the dragon's roars and snarls had died down to quiet moans. She cracked an eye open a moment, smiling at the sight of the young beast once more stretched upon the grass. His black scales were now marked with nearly as much white as they were blue. His eyes were closed, and all four limbs as well as his wings seemed to have simply settled at random angles. The young dragon looked the picture of tired satisfaction.

Taking a cue from the dragon, Melira closed her eyes again as she came down from her own climax. She rolled her clit beneath her fingers a little bit more, and then slowly withdrew her hand from her stained breeches. For a few moments, she let her mind drift upon the endless ocean of a lovely afterglow. Her breathing slowly calmed, and as her thoughts settled, she began to realize just what she'd done.

She'd masturbated while watching a dragon do the same. Gods. That was certainly something she'd never expected to do. Not that she was a prude or anything. Far from it. She'd just never imagined a dragon holding any particular attraction for her. Then again, she had spent a few lovely days with that wandering, wolf-like Koraa'gi warrior. Now those people knew how to have fun. And she'd never really thought about dragons that way, either. Witnessing such an intimate act had simply...

"You know," a rumbling voice suddenly said from inches away. Melira's eyes flew open to find the dragon's blue-marked snout hovering just in front of her face. His golden eyes were fixed upon her. "If all you wanted to do was watch me masturbate, you could have said as much. I always rather wanted to do that while someone watched."

Melira's jaw dropped. For several moments, she was utterly speechless. Had the damn dragon known the whole time? She stared back at the dragon and he blinked at her, cocking his head. Instinctively Melira's hand drifted to her sword, ready to draw it in an instant. The dragon saw the movement and surged forward with a snarl, pushing his paws against her. Melira grunted in pain as the dragon bore her to the ground, roughly twisting her arm away from her weapon.

"Now, I just let you watch me play with myself, and you go for your sword?" The dragon hissed at her. Hot breath washed over her face and he narrowed his gleaming eyes in anger. "Not very polite of you. I don't know what you're really doing out here, but I'd rather keep my blood inside my body if its all the same to you. Or perhaps you came here to take my head, but I assure you, that is mine!"

Melira twisted and squirmed beneath the dragon's grasp. In the back of her mind, she was well aware that this thing could kill her at any instant right now. So far it had shown her mercy. That was good, given that she'd hoped to show the dragon the same once she realized he was still young. Apparently not so young as to be totally naïve, though. She swallowed hard, glaring up at him. Something dribbled from the dragon's belly onto her pants.

"You're getting your seed on my clothes," Melira muttered, feeling both defeated and oddly humiliated to have been caught. Hell, if the dragon knew she was there the whole time it was no wonder he was playing with himself so intensely.

"You should have considered that before you went for your blade," the dragon smirked. "Now...what shall I do with you, hmm?"

"Actually, I've got something for you to consider, dragon," Melira growled at him through grit teeth.

"Oh?" The dragon pulled his wedge shaped head back just a little bit, his neck curling into an S shape. "And what would that be?"

Melira simply smirked. "The location of my boot!"

The dragon blinked in confusion. "Your boot? What are you babbling about?" He ducked his head a little to peer beneath himself just in time to see Melira launch her booted foot off the ground and straight into his testicles.

"AWWWWRHHH!" The young dragon gave a startled cry of pain. His silver-flecked golden eyes nearly rolled right out of their sockets. In an instant the dragon had crumpled to the ground and was curling up with another loud groan. "Oooooh, my stones!"

The moment the dragon was down, Melira was back on her feet. She drew her sword from its sheath and waved it at the fallen beast. "Consider that inspired by your little show! Seemed as though you were having fun slapping them, after all." She took a few steps back away from him. "I didn't really want to hurt you, but you didn't exactly give me a choice."

"Nrrrrrhhhh!" Was the dragon's only reply. The scaly creature wriggled a little, his face and muzzle scrunched. "Gods! Awww...right...in the left one!"

Hearing that come from a dragon's mouth finally brought forth all the laughter Melira had been trying to hide. There was something simply...likeable about this odd young dragon. She slowly sheathed her blade, laughing and shaking her head. Through her laughter, she called back to the dragon as she began to back away. "We'll call this little battle a draw, Dragon! There's a bounty on your head, you know. If I was you, I'd fly my scaly ass somewhere far away once I could walk straight again."

"Get mounted," the dragon muttered under his breath, trying to push himself back up to his feet.

"I mean it," Melira said, pausing. "Not everyone will be as merciful as me." Then she turned, and before either of them could consider fighting for real, Melira took off running through the forest. She was just about ready for that hot bath now. As she ran, she laughed and called back through the trees to the dragon.

"Thanks for the show!"