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Sasha's Story: Beginning of a New Life

This story is not intended for anyone under the age of 18-21. Matheau and Sasha are both copywritten to me, please do not use them without my consent. Any feedback is welcome an appreciated. Enjoy the story!

She coiled herself tightly around the single most precious treasure in her possesion. A lone egg that had been conceived from a love pure and true, but a love that could never truely be. This single egg contained her son, who even as an egg was her entire world. And the father of her son was none other than her own father, Matheau.

Just thinking of him sent a shiver through her body. His body, so large and defined, giving him a noble appearance. His ruby red scales, that could give him a fiery aura in the right lighting. He was so strong and yet.....whenever he touched her, he was so gentle and loving......Another shiver coursed through her, and she nuzzled the egg for comfort. She loved her father, but she knew that she could never truely be with him. She may be having her father's child, but her mother held his heart.

She couldn't recall how many times she had dreamed about him. Dreams so intimate and rich in detail that she would wake up soak and wet, needing release. At the height of her pregnancy when she needed to be rutted to ease the passage of the egg, she had no one. Her claws and tail were no substitute for the cock that she needed and craved, and thus her laying had been a long and painful process, but she bore it, and would do it all over again, for her son. Her recovery was a slow and agonizing process, and in a state where she could barely move, she was forced to starve for nearly a week. And yet, even through her suffering, her son never suffered a moment. Her body never uncoiled from around the egg, and she was vigilant in turning the egg.

She now stroked the hardened shell, and could have sworn that she felt a pulse, almost like the beating of a heart beneath the tips of her fingers. "Daddy should be here tonight." she said softly to the egg. "You should be ready to hatch tonight, or tommorrow at the latest."

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Matheau nuzzled his wife lovingly, kissing her elegant, slender neck gently. She purred in approval, wrapping her forelegs around his neck and pulling him to her so that she could kiss him passionately. Beijore knew that Matheau had to leave soon, and that he would be gone for a few days at the least.

Unlike some dragons who would despise their mates for the current circumstance, she loved and respected him all the more for it. While some dragons would have fled and left both mate and daughter out to fend for themselves, Matheau was dragon enough to take responsibility for his sone, even though he was not born from her. And she still loved her daughter as much as she ever had, but she had no intentions of letting this happen again. She pulled away from him and sat on her haunches, grasping his face gently in her claws, drawing his beautiful crimson gaze to her deep emerald eyes.

"Matheau, before you go to Sasha to see the birth of your son, I want you to make me a promise upon your honor." She knew what honor meant to him, and that his word was his bond. "No matter how great the temptation, no matter how much she pleads with you, promise me that you will not mate with her." Matheau seemed a little preturbed to have their intimate moment disrupted, but he knew well enough when something was important to her, and so he sat back upon his haunches as well but left his head in her claws. It as an odd thing. Matheau was just a bit bigger than her, and his head was higer than hers, so ordinarially, she would need to look up at him. But he never held his head higher than hers when they spoke. She asked him once why, and his response was both simple and sweet. "We are equals, and I should never be any higher up than you are."

"She did rape me once before, remember? And that was just when she was a hatchling." The comment startled her out of her thoughts, and she found herself rather angry that he was making light of the situation. He could tell instantly without her saying a word, and he lowered his eyes from hers, ashamed. When he did look back up at her, her gaze had softened. "My beloved Beijore, no matter how great the temptation, no matter how much she begs, I'll not mate with her. I so promise on my honor." He kissed her chek softly, and she rumbled happily. He had promised on his honor, and she had heard the sincerity in every word. She locked their fingers together and kissed him tenderly. She surprised him by pushing her tongue into his mouth. He probably hadn't expected her to pick up where they had left off before the conversation. She broke the kiss only reluctantly.

"You are going to be gone for a few days you know." She said lustily, running a single finger down his powerful chest, making his body tremble beneath her touch. "So before you go, I want to give you a proper goodbye." She pushed him back gently upon the bed of silken sheets and pillows. She stood upon all fours and kissed her way slowly down his muscled chest and stomach, pushing his hind legs open. The musk of his maleness hit her like a wall, and she was instantly wet. She could feel her juices running down her hind legs as she nuzzled Matheau's fat shath, sliding her tongue slowly up and down the tender flesh. She jumped when she felt Matheau's tongue against her damp slit, but promptly swatted his nose with her tail, making him cry out in surprise.

"I said I was going to give you a going away present." She said huskily, gripping his cock lightly in her claw and stroking him up and down, giving a teasing lick every now and again. "Afterwards, you can fuck me as much as you would like. But for now......Just lie back and relax." She opened her mouth and took his cock slowly, inch by inch, moaning in pleasure around his cock and massaging his heavy balls in one claw. She bobbed her head slowly up and down his thick length, sliding her tongue slowly around the sensitive underside, then swirled her tongue around the head. Matheau groaned loud and long, arching his back and flexed his talons in pleasure. Beijore took great joy in being able to please him like this. Gripping the last few inches of his dick in her claw, she stroked him while she sucked him, groaning in exstacy when the first bit of precum went down her throat.

Beijore's scent was driving him wild. He could see her juices visibly running down her hind legs. Her tail was waving madly back and forth, serving to further spread her scent in the air. He growled and lifted his hips, driving his cock further down her throat. His body shivered under the intense pleasure of her hot mouth. She went down on him again, but this time, she took him completely to the hilt, her tongue came out to glide over his balls. He cried out i pleasure, and held her head lightly with his paws as he humped his hips and fucked her muzzle. Beijore showed no signs that she disliked it, rather, she moaned all the louder, suckling fiercely on his dick. Matheau roared loudly as he came, writhing in exstacy as his hot, thick cum shot into her waiting mouth. Beijore drank down his load eagerly, sucking and making sure she got every last drop. She at last lifted her head and licked her lips. "So, do you want to fuck me now, my love?"

She didn't have to wait long for an answer, for as soon as the question was asked, he pounced her, taking her onto her back with a cry of delight. But she didn't get the reaction she had hoped for. She wanted him to show her his feral side, to dominate her. Instead, she found his head between her thighs, lapping up her sweet nectar from her inner thighs. When his tongue pierced the folds of her cunt, she roared out, pushing against his head. "Gods Matheau, no! Stop please, just fuck me!" Her pleas fell upon deaf ears, as he continued to writhe his tongue about inside of her, making her squirm. She wanted him to fuck her, but she couldn't remember the last time he had eaten her out like this, and she found herself grinding her crotch against his muzzle. "Don't.....Don't stop!" She cried out as he dragged his tongue slowly in and out of her, reaching all of her sweet spots. When he began to toy with her clit, she writhed all the more, gripping the pillows tightly in her claws. When he shoved his tongue completely inside of her, she roared in release, gripping her thighs tight around Matheau's head so that even if he had wanted to, he couldn't get free. But she could tell by how furiously his tongue was working to get her sweet juices that he wasn't going anywhere. She lay her head back and closed her eyes, her body slowly relaxing.

Just as she was coming down off of the height of her peak, she felt her thighs open, and the weight of Matheau's body atop her. She opened her eyes and moved to sit up when she was forced back down and she cried out, digging her talons into Matheau's back as she felt his fat cock stretching her pussy wide as he started to fuck her roughly with hard, quick thrusts that jarred her body. This had been the reaction she wanted from him from the start. She hissed up at him and gave a cry of surprise that was cut off as his powerful jaws locked around her throat. Her body instantly went limp in submission to her lover. She could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of her soaked cunt. The wet sounds of their hips meeting and the scent of their mating drove even her wild, and she could feel those feral instincts rising inside of her. She dug her talons deeper into his back, startling him enough so that he let go of her throat, and she growled and rolled suddenly so that she was on top of him. She ground her hips down against his balls, taking him as deeply within her as she possibly could. She dug her talons into his shoulders now and hissed down at him while she lifted her hips up and down, driving his dick hard and deep into her cunt, her muscles squeezing and caressing his rigid length, trying to milk him for his seed.

She leaned down so her muzzle was inches from his own, and her emerald eyes narrowed. "I will never share you again, Matheau William Stratford. You are MINE!!" She hissed and then kissed him fiercely, riding him as hard as she could, small explosions of pleasure erupting in the core of her body. At that moment, her muscles gripped his cock in climax, and they both roared in release. She felt his hot cum flooding into her womb, and she shuddered in exstacy. They both struggled to catch their breath as Matheau folded his wings around her so that they could rest for a while.

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A few hours later found him at Sasha's lair. He would have liked to stay the night with his wife and children, especially after his going away present, but time was short. The walls of her lair were already well smoothed, and it was apparent that she had worked hard during her short time here. As he rounded a corner into the main chamber, was met with a hiss. "Oh, so that's the kind of greeting I get after so long?" Matheau asked with amusement, well used to this kind of reaction from a pregnant dragoness. She glared at him for a moment, her tail lashing the air dangerously while she curled herself more tightly around the egg. The she seemed to come out of a trance, finally recognizing who he was.

"Daddy!" She cried, getting up to nuzzle against him, butting her head against his chest. "I didn't think you were going to make it, I......" She stopped mid-sentance and sniffed the air. "Smells like you and mom had a good time before you left." There was a not of distaste in her tone that Matheau didn't much like, but he let it pass. He was here for the happy occasion of the birth of his son, not to fight with his daughter.

"It's been far too long, Sasha. Perhaps when our son is hatched, you will come visit more often? Jocelyn and Aurokhan have moved out, you can come back and stay with us." He was somewhat hopeful that she would do this so that he might be closer to his son, but Sasha shook her head.

"No, daddy. This is our home, and we are going to stay here. Besides, you've got three new hatchlings at home, and we'd be taking up space that they need." She settled herself down in front of the egg, and motioned him to join her. "It wont be long, he's been ready to come out all day. Don't ask me how I know, and don't look at me like that. I just know, okay?"

"Do you have a name picked out for him yet?" Matheau asked curiously. She must have a very strong attachment to the hatchling to know such things as how the hatchling felt inside the shell, but then, why shouldn't she? The child was born from her blood as much as his own. He never got an answer from Sasha, though, because the egg started a gentle rocking in thenest. Sasha shot him an 'I told you so' look before creeping closer to the egg and nuzzling it gently. The first cracks appeared on the glossy surface of the egg, and Sasha crooned encouragingly to the hatchling. A chip fell away, and a red muzzle poked through for it's first breaths of air. Sasha wasn't the least bit surprised, and Matheau shouldn't have been. He and Sasha were almost identical in appearance, so they certainly wouldn't have a green child.

There was a resounding crack as the shell crumbled and the hatchling fell into the nest with a small pipping cry. Sasha was blocking his view as she cleaned the hatchling, so he could not see, but he dared not interrupt. After a few moments, she picked up the hatchling carefully in her arms and turned towards him, and he started so violently, he almost fell over. If there were any flaws between he and Sasha, there were absolutely none between he and his son. Scales were the exact same shade of ruby red, sparkling brightly even so soon after his birth. The same bright yellow chest and belly scales, and just like both mother and father, the same burning crimson eyes, that even seconds after birth, sparkled with intelligence.

"To answer your question, father, I do have a name. Would you like to hold your son?" She placed the delicate hatchling in his arms. "His name will be that of the wonderful dragon that sired him.......His name is Matheau."