Friend In Need
So, this is a short story I wrote about two dragons. XD Yay.
Just as a warning, the dialogue may be hard to catch. I'll probably come back and edit that later on, but just for now, you might have to read a little closely.
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The Ash Mountains are basically huge heaps of black, barren rocks. They irregularly tower above the flat Raynosian soils, blocking out the hazy sunlight above.
Cynder whimpered on the edge of a large peak a quarter ways up the steep slope of rock. Her mind was racing with a multitude of thoughts. She wished for the feeling to cease, so that she can move on and rejoin her journeying companion.
Her claws scratched hard on the stone as she felt a stabbing hotness in her loins; she roared out lightly, and then panted as she felt the feeling dissipate slowly.
As Cynder regained a steady breathing pattern, she stretched out her wings, trying to retrieve a normal feeling. Her legs suddenly ached, and she longed to rest. The dulled sunlight radiated off her black scales as she leaped strongly with her legs and soared into the air.
The dusty wind echoed through the mountains as Cynder flew and reflected her current situation to herself.
Like every female dragon does after a season and a half, Cynder had gone into heat. She had already gone through a day of horrible anxiety, although not alone, she had concealed her problem. She was now going through the latter stages of the cycle, which consisted primarily of rises in body temperature and stiffening of her legs but she knew that she would soon face some cramping, coupled with odd, irrational thoughts.
She tried incredibly hard to drown out the worry from her mind, but it was no use. Although Cynder had been in this state many times in her life, this time was much different. Her family had always been with her; her mother especially during these specific periods. But now...
It had only been two weeks since Cynder had to leave her family behind. She had been roaming ever since through the endless flatlands of Raynosia, but certainly not alone...
Cynder?
Upon hearing her name, the black dragon swung her wings back and raised her head up. She took an opportunity to scan her surroundings quickly before landing on her hind legs.
Cynder, are you alright? The voice rang out again.
Where are you? Cynder squinted, gazing ahead, looking for the familiar shade of blue.
Her companion spoke a bit playfully, Behind you!
Cynder turned fast, and huffed, kicking slightly at the dirt. She eyed her friend nicely, and he strode up to her.
Torrent was just only slightly older and slightly larger than Cynder was. However, he had a very grand muscle tone, common to males of the Ocean Family variety. His scales shone the color of a vibrant aquamarine, which only increased in intensity as he walked into the odd-toned sunlight.
You know not to sneak up to me, Cynder scolded him.
I apologize, he said. I sensed your discomfort. I guess I didn't want to alarm you.
Cynder cursed herself for allowing Torrent to read her ravaged emotions. The last thing she wanted to do was get him involved.
Well, it's alright, I really don't mind. I guess I have been a little on-edge lately.
Torrent came up to her, and spoke to her relaxingly, Only on-edge? I'm sure I felt you in pain!
No! No, of course not! Cynder shook her head hastily. Torrent winced as she spoke again, No, I'm fine! Please don't worry about me, I'm alright, I promise. I just exaggerate things a little...
Cynder heard Torrent laugh mentally. She held her breath somewhat, to which Torrent spoke, Cynder, please, don't try to deceive me. You're not very good at it.
Cynder sighed, Alright, I won't lie to you, I haven't been myself, but please back off. You won't understand.
Torrent made as much of a frown as a dragon could make, and spoke more sternly, Why wouldn't I understand?
Because, I... she paused, and looked down at the ground. I've been... Not in pain, but just...
Torrent was confused at first, but it only took a minute for him to understand. It wasn't what she said that clued him in, or the way she said it. It was her eyes.
Ah, he spoke. Cynder looked up at him again. I understand now. I apologize... I'll leave you now. The last thing I'd-
No, she interrupted him as he began to turn away from her, and she reached out with her arm and placed her hand on his shoulder. I want your company, Torrent, it's just... I wanted you to know why I'm the way I am right now.
He grinned, That's fine, I understand. Well, at least as much as I can. I see now why you've been awkward towards me lately.
I'm sorry, Cynder said. I'll get through this. It's just I've never actually been in this situation with a male as my only companion.
Torrent's face lightened up again, Yes, I suppose that must be an odd new feeling. But you don't need to feel uncomfortable with me. I'm happy to help you with anything you need, after all.
Cynder breathed deeply, I really appreciate that. I've been feeling a lot worse than usual lately and I'm hoping I'll be back to normal in the morning.
Torrent looked up into the sky and said deeply, Well thankfully dusk is arriving. If we fall asleep fast enough, morning will be upon us in no time.
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It was deep into the night. Torrent lay curled next to two large boulders quietly, but he was not asleep. Through the whole night, he had had one of his deep, blue eyes always looking towards Cynder. The black female was stirring all through the night, constantly whimpering and writhing.
Torrent was genuinely worried for her; they had spent most of the dusk hours flying and speaking to one another, only for Cynder to call it quits and ask for him to rest alone without her.
Cynder began to breathe rapidly as a burning pressure in her sex organs began to build. She laid on her back with her wings outstretched as she held her eyes shut, trying to ignore the cramping that overwhelmed her, but just for a moment. Afterwards, the feeling quickly subsided, and she was left panting on the ground. She peered slightly towards Torrent, whom she had in her thoughts through the entire ordeal. She prayed that the next time he talked to her, it wouldn't be awkward.
Torrent didn't want to see her alone any longer, and he gathered the courage to stand up and walk up to his whimpering companion.
She sat up, seeing his movement from the corner of her eye, Torrent! You're... You're awake!
Don't stand up, Torrent told her as she started to roll. Please, Cynder. I can't stand seeing you like this. He laid down on the ground beside her, his head leaning slightly on a stone.
She sniffed, I... I'm usually not this bad. Not at all. I guess... being away from my family is affecting me in strange ways.
I suppose that's understandable, Torrent said. You Black Knights are always about family.
She chuckled in his mind, I suppose that's true. But weren't you about family once, too?
No, he answered. I was hatched to my Master, remember? You were hatched with your family; your mother, father and siblings. I've never known my family... I've never even met a fellow Ocean Wanderer. All my interactions were with humans and other tamed dragons.
Well, with my family, Cynder started. They would always help me when I needed it. When I first became mature, I really relied on the guidance of my elders to show me how to take care of myself. I can't imagine learning these things from a human.
Torrent shuffled himself backwards, resting his long neck and head against a small soil pile. He curled his wings inward and laid comfortably. You'd be surprised how intelligent humans really are. They're quite an interesting species... their understanding of how the world and all of us function is very intricate.
Cynder rolled onto her belly, and crawled up to Torrent. She placed herself over him, and laid so that her head was just beneath his. He held her loosely, and wrapped his wings around her. Her tail felt its way around, eventually meeting his and wrapping around it.
In their embrace, Cynder spoke, I'm so glad you're here, Torrent. You're so kind, and gentle. And you always seem so understanding... even now, during my time of need. I can't help but wonder whether or not you've done this before.
Before? Torrent repeated. This? No. Although I am very aware of your current situation. I've... been in contact with other females whilst they were in heat. But I've never been this close with one.
Cynder was relieved; she was afraid that the situation would have become much more awkward if Torrent had done this before. She didn't, however, like thinking of him with another dragon.
I hope you don't mind if I ask, but, Cynder started. Did you ever have a relationship with one of them?
What?
With one of those other females... did you ever do anything?
Torrent thought he knew what she was trying to ask, but he was unsure if she was truly asking it. Are you asking me... he paused. If I've ever mated before?
Is that alright? Cynder asked. I mean, the only things I know about that subject is what my mother had told and shown me. It's something I've wondered about.
Torrent took a deep breath, No... No, I've never.
Why not?
Torrent began to get a little uncomfortable; he shifted his weight a little. Well that's not... a particular question I'm asked a lot, but... I guess it's just because I feel like it's something that I shouldn't simply do lightly.
Oh? Cynder looked into his eyes curiously. Despite the fact that she could feel that discomfort began to rise hotly within her again, she simply ignored it. She wanted to hear Torrent speak.
Perhaps it was because I was a tamed dragon, or perhaps it just goes with my family, but, I just didn't want to. I didn't want to sire children with females I've barely known.
But did that option ever present itself? Cynder asked quietly.
Occasionally, Torrent answered. I distinctly remember an Emerald, whom in the climax of her heat cycle, literally had me on the ground and nearly forced me to mate with her.
Cynder blinked, And?
Well of course I got away. I may be gentle as you say, but I'm not going to submit to something like that.
Cynder closed her eyes as she felt her sex begin to inflame, but she breathed through it slowly. But surely her actions would have provoked something from you? Or is what my mother taught me about males completely inaccurate.
Torrent sighed, Well as I'm sure you know, when a female reaches the end of her heat cycle her scent will arouse the male. I'm ashamed to admit that I was certainly that. I fought her off a little, and... Are you alright? Torrent asked her, tensing somewhat as he saw her begin to breathe a little more heavy.
Yes, I am, Cynder answered. I'm starting to get worked up again. Please, just keep talking. It helps me relax.
Torrent abided, and became calm once more. I spoke with my Master soon after that.
And what did he have to say? Cynder asked.
Ah, well humans have quite a different reaction to sexuality that we do, Torrent told her. I came to him, embarrassed, disheartened and somewhat violated. But he just sort of laughed at it...
What? That doesn't seem like a laughing matter! Your Master should have been more understanding!
Torrent grinned slightly, That's what I figured as well. When his laughing finally ended he told me a little about humans. Things he didn't deem necessary to share with me when I was very young. He told me how humans interact; how they are capable of very unique things in terms of sexuality. How they most usually mate for pleasure rather than reproduction.
My family told me a bit about that, Cynder added. So did your Master give you any useful advice? Or did he just rant about his own species?
Torrent chuckled, No, he told me about something that humans do when they're unable to fulfill their sexual desires. He told me about how a male can stimulate themselves.
What? Cynder asked, she held her head up, but struggled to keep still from the pressure growing inside her from her cycle reaching another climax. What do you mean stimulate themselves?
It's exactly how it sounds. Torrent held his own head up as well. My Master was trying to tell me that it was something I may consider doing because of the condition that the female dragon had left me in.
Cynder quickly lifted her upper body off of his chest with her arms, so she looked down upon him. She asked, sharply and extremely curiously, And did you?!
However, before Torrent could reply Cynder felt a rush to her head. Suddenly, she became overwhelmed with dizziness, and she collapsed back onto her companion, her head now pressed against his chest. She breathed heavily; Torrent quickly got a hold of her wherever he could, and held her deeply as she began to writhe a little.
She had never felt what she was feeling then. It was like her insides were lurching around; not because of something odd within her, but because of an absence of something she desperately needed. Torrent soothed her thoughts gently; she could feel herself begin to succumb to this rapid feeling of emptiness.
Cynder's tender, soft pink opening pulsated. Inflammation and sudden sensitivity of the vagina was the final stage of a female's heat cycle. In a way, Cynder was relieved, because it was merely hours before her cycle was complete. However, she now felt very vulnerable in the arms of Torrent; any movement she made could potentially reveal to him her aroused sex, or worse, accidentally have it brush against him.
Cynder had never been through this with a male even remotely present and she was scared; not scared of the situation, but of this new feeling.
Torrent's voice pierced through her worry, Cynder! Are you-
Yes... yes I'm alright, she tried desperately hard to curl her legs up so he couldn't look down and see.
Are you certain? You look-
Torrent, she said quietly. You didn't answer that earlier question. Did you? Or did you not?
He paused. She looked up into his eyes, and he saw them begin to tear. Without moving, he responded, No. No, I didn't. I couldn't. Such a thing is completely unnatural.
Cynder kept her gaze locked into his eyes, her vision blurred due to the tears forming. Her heart raced; Torrent seemed almost...
She startled herself contemplating what her thoughts could mean, and she continued to try and shift her legs around, and perhaps even roll her hips, but she felt herself barely skim her own slit, which made her gasp suddenly.
This got Torrent's attention. But as he raised his body upwards, Cynder pushed down with her arms. When his back hit the dirt again, she whispered in his mind.
Please Torrent... don't move. I'll be okay, I promise.
Torrent did as she said, but with a nervous look in his eye. She dared not look at him any longer; she simply laid upon him, trying incredibly hard not to think about her predicament any longer.
After a moment, however, Torrent couldn't help but wrap both Cynder and himself tighter with his wings. At first she thought that it was okay, that perhaps he had let it go and decided it best to just keep comfortable. But, she gasped in horror as Torrent quickly and strongly squeezed his wings around her, forcing her down harder onto him.
She felt her legs collapse and lay straight along his own, and she gazed back into his eyes, this time their looks reversed. She silently pleaded with him to stop while he stared through her, gasping when he suddenly felt a hot, moist wetness on his lower belly.
Cynder froze, not daring to make a sound. Torrent made no sound either, but continued to squeeze with his wings. She closed her eyes, trying to expand her wings to get free, but to no avail. As she moved, she suddenly felt a paralyzing shot of intense pleasure when her inflamed vaginal opening brushed against Torrent's scales. She took a deep breath, and Torrent suddenly felt a warm, sticky liquid spill from Cynder onto him.
Torrent, please! Cynder finally spoke, shouting into Torrent's mind.
Hearing her plea, Torrent relaxed his wings quickly and allowed her to get free. She pushed herself up above him, and he felt his heart lurch as tears began slowing from Cynder's eyes.
Cynder, I-
No, it's my fault, her voice was calm in his mind, but she was panting. I'm sorry! I shouldn't have gotten so close to you! I knew it was coming, but I did nothing.
Don't blame yourself for something you do naturally, Torrent insisted. I shouldn't have trapped you. Please, forgive me.
Oh, Torrent, Cynder started. I don't know what to do... I should leave. I'm disgusted by my thoughts, but I don't want to be alone.
Torrent breathed deeply, I swear to you, Cynder, I won't do anything like that to you again. I... you looked at me as if... I understand if you'd rather lie somewhere else.
Cynder's tears dripped onto Torrent's breast as he began sitting up higher.
She spoke again, But?
Torrent spoke softly, But I want you to stay with me, Cynder.
I want to stay with you, too, Torrent, Cynder laid down slowly again, her head resting on Torrent's chest once more. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her. My sex is aroused, and it will be this way all night. I doubt I'll be able to sleep in this condition.
Then I will be awake all night as well, Torrent told her.
Cynder grinned, Torrent, you have become more than just a companion to me. I'm really glad that you are with me... I just hope that you know that.
I do, he said. And you have become more than a companion to me, Cynder. I'm very fortunate to have met you.
Cynder gasped as she felt more juices escape her sex. She writhed as the warmth drenched her vulva and dripped slowly across her thighs. Torrent felt it spill all over his own thighs, some of it dripping onto his hidden sheath, and he shuddered.
I'm sorry, Cynder said in response. I can't... I'll understand if you're uncomfortable with this.
Cynder, please, Torrent said soothingly. I'm neither embarrassed nor uncomfortable with you. I know you can't help it... and I must admit, your warmth is incredible.
Torrent! Cynder exclaimed teasingly. Please...
Torrent grinned, I'm sorry. But I'm being honest; I don't mind it.
Cynder's slimy juices continued to be excreted from her pulsating vaginal opening. Torrent simply ignored it; the warm liquid flowing across his crotch and thighs didn't affect him.
However, as Cynder began to relax more, her sex became more exposed to the air. Torrent took a deep breath, but became nervous when he came across a scent. He instantaneously identified it as the hormonal scent of the fluid Cynder was secreting all over him. At first it was slight, but as Cynder panted and became more aroused, the scent became stronger.
Cynder... Torrent started. I...
He stopped after taking in another incredibly irresistible whiff of Cynder. He became increasingly anxious after realizing that his breathing was quickening.
I know, Torrent, and I'm sorry, Cynder thought that Torrent wanted to comment on the abnormal volume of her secreted juices, completely unaware of his current situation. This has never happened to me before now.
Torrent breathed heavier still as the scent overwhelmed him. He looked down at Cynder and cursed himself. He put so much thought into her he completely forgot how his own body would react. He needed to let her know what was happening.
Cynder took deep breaths as she felt her juices begin to run out. However, much of it was still dripping subtly down to Torrents own loins, which then passed over his slowly opening sheath. He gasped, feeling the pressure begin to build.
Cynder... Torrent couldn't help but take in another sweet scent of Cynder, which propelled him into inevitable arousal. Cynder look up at him, only to see his eyes closed and his mouth open, panting.
Torrent?
Torrent felt many small but powerful twinges of pleasure from his swelling sheath opening. His deep pink genitalia slowly emerged from his slippery sheath and pulsated strongly. His mind pleaded for it to cease, but the scent of the aroused female upon him drove him to a full erection. After mere seconds, Torrent's shaft was extended to its full length and girth.
Cynder, unaware of what had just happened, nipped at Torrent's neck lightly to gain his attention. He looked down on her with a nervous look; he had grown very disappointed in himself for allowing this to happen.
Cynder, I'm sorry... was all he could say.
Torrent, you're panting, Cynder said, worried. What's wrong?
Torrent sighed deeply, holding back a gasp as he began to feel the full extent of her vaginal fluids all over his penis. I should have seen it coming, Cynder... I should've stopped myself.
What?
Your scent, Cynder... Torrent muttered. I've become aroused.
Cynder widened her eyes, and swiftly turned her head. She looked between their combined four legs, and she was shocked to see long strings of clear, sticky juice linking her swollen sex with his.
I'm truly sorry, Torrent repeated. I didn't mean to, but I should've known-
Torrent... Cynder whispered.
No, truly, I can't possible atone for-
Torrent!
He stopped speaking, and looked at her once more. She simply looked back at him, her eyes full of compassion. She knew then why she had seen him differently earlier.
As I told you before, Torrent, Cynder started. You and I are more than companions now.
He said nothing; he just looked into her eyes as she continued talking.
Cynder felt around Torrent's thighs with her tail, rubbing her own juices about, until she found her mark. I never thought my feelings for a male would change- Torrent groaned out suddenly as he felt her tail tug hard on his pulsating shaft. -This dramatically over the period of a few hours. But Torrent, I... there's something about you that makes me feel... feel like everything's going to be... alright.
Torrent took a deep breath as Cynder descended back onto his chest. However, he slyly used his own tail to feel her back, sides, belly and eventually down to her sex. He was slow and gentle, but when Cynder felt him reach her tender area, she gasped sharply in pleasure.
Cynder, you are a beautiful dragon, Torrent told her soothingly as he slowly stroked the moist outsides of her vagina with his tail. And being with you has truly been a life-changing experience. And this... what we're doing here... it doesn't feel wrong.
You're right, She said. This doesn't feel wrong at all.
Torrent looked at her passionately, and she gave the same look back. Both continued to play with the other's genitals with their tails, causing both to pant back and forth. Soon, the two paused, and for a brief moment, both considered the possibility of going further.
Cynder breathed deep, Torrent, I think I know why my cycle has been so bad. I... I'm certain I know why it was so hard to fight this time. She took a deep breath again, I think it's because of you.
Torrent didn't speak, but Cynder could tell from his eyes that he knew what she wanted, and that he wanted it all the same.
You always seemed to cross my mind, Cynder continued. My arousal came from my thoughts of you, Torrent...
You've aroused me as well, Cynder, Torrent told her. In a way that I've never felt before.
Cynder spoke first, You've never mated before.
Neither have you, Torrent said.
Does it truly feel the way humans describe it? Cynder asked.
Shall we find out? Torrent felt his penis pulse rigidly, waiting to enter the moist cavern merely inches away.
Cynder took a deep breath, and laid down flat again. Torrent instinctively maneuvered around Cynder's tail, and came into direct contact with Cynder's thigh, making him shudder with slight pleasure.
Cynder began to hold her breath when she felt the head of his penis come into contact with her vagina. The fluids that already soaked both made it much more slippery and wet.
Torrent bent his head down, and held it over Cynder's. He once again wrapped his arms and wings around her, holding her steady. Then, in one swift motion, he swept upwards, and Cynder gasped deeply as he penetrated her.
Torrent exhaled sharply as he entered as deep as he could. Cynder bowed her head over his shoulder as he continued to sink into her moist tightness. He groaned when he could no longer go any further, her legs now sitting on his crotch.
Cynder felt sharp flashes of pain at first that made her eyes tear up. Torrent sensed this, and quickly began to lower his hips, slowly pulling his shaft from inside her. She breathed deep as the pain subsided; as Torrent began to reenter, she paced her breathing so the pain wouldn't overwhelm her.
Are you alright, Cynder? He asked her as he began to pull back a second time.
Oh, Torrent! She gasped hard as he brushed her untouched areas, sparking waves of pleasure throughout her. Please continue... Please...
Torrent loosened the grip of his wings so that Cynder would be free to lean back. As she did, she felt the pain finally subside, only to be replaced by intense feelings of bliss.
Torrent's breathing began to get irregular; he groaned as he felt the sheer squeezing and pumping of his male parts from Cynder's walls. The pleasure from this alone drove him to grip Cynder's arms tightly and his wings to flap about oddly.
Cynder began to buck her own hips in time with her lover's. As she lowered onto his shaft, she intentionally squeezed with her crotch, feeling the slippery member glide against her most sensitive areas, driving her to pant loudly.
She began to grip onto Torrent's chest, using him as leverage to gain faster, stronger motions. Torrent, meanwhile, was instinctively making deeper, harder thrusts that made Cynder bounce somewhat on top of him.
Head back, Cynder roared blissfully, overwhelmed now by pleasure. She was hyperventilating now; her body growing very warm from the act. Her vagina leaked further lubricating juices onto Torrent's pumping sex, making him slide even faster and easier into and out of her.
Torrent felt Cynder claw at his chest, hurting him somewhat, but he didn't care. He looked up at her as she roared again. Seeing her in this way drove him to go even faster.
Cynder couldn't take much more. Torrent's speed and vigor alone overwhelmed her, and she had to collapse onto his chest. She breathed incredibly hard, her breaths now loud and labored. She whimpered deeply into Torrent's ear, and he began to hold her in an embrace again, pumping much more slowly now, but still quite hard.
Even the words Cynder spoke into Torrent's mind sounded labored, Torrent, I...
Torrent knew what was happening, and started to pump with less speed, but as deep as he could. As Cynder roared again, Torrent reached her deepest parts.
Cynder felt the pressure build within her walls, and soon the huge stabs of pleasure Torrent was delivering changed into one long, drag of pleasure. And with that, Cynder felt convulsion after convulsion of bliss within her, and she moaned with each one.
When Torrent began to feel her walls convulse upon his member, he sighed deeply. Cynder sent many cries of bliss into his mind as well as out loud which drove him to the edge.
He felt pleasure throughout his loins, and as his shaft was pumped by Cynder's walls, he breathed deep.
Cynder collapsed onto Torrent, relaxing all her muscles. This allowed Torrent to get even deeper penetration. Cynder struggled to regain normal breathing, and she realized that she could hear Torrent's heart through his breast.
She heard it go fast and hard. But as Torrent felt a build up of blissful pressure at the base of his shaft, Cynder sensed the pleasure he was feeling.
Her vaginal walls continued to pump at Torrent's sex as his heartbeat began to quicken suddenly. Cynder heard it go from a fast steady beat to a faster, irregular beat that made Torrent's breathing hard.
Torrent dug his member as deep as it could go, and felt his climax build up to the top. Cynder swore she heard his heart skip a beat as his shaft began convulsing.
Oh, Cynder...
Torrent felt nothing but bliss as he released his dragon seed into Cynder's womb. She gasped with pleasure as she felt his penis pump spurt after spurt of it, his convulsions rippling through her walls.
Torrent had been storing such a volume of his seed that some of it leaked out and flowed out onto his crotch and thighs. Cynder bucked her hips to help her lover release as much of his fluid as possible. Torrent breathing settled down as he felt the pleasure dissipate slowly.
So the two, spent, stayed put for a moment, before separating. The two didn't communicate, but both laid together in a solemn embrace.
Cynder fell asleep after an hour or so. Torrent, however, stayed awake throughout the night, determined to be aware of her presence for her entire sleep. He didn't want to ever take his eyes off of her. All he thought about was how determined he was going to be to gratify all of her needs for her, his friend.