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The young boy dabbed at an iron button. Aside from his moving hands, the rest of him stood still as a statue, wide eyed and wordless. He blinked once, trailing a hand towards the wet blotch between his legs. Laryn darted his snout, sniffing. The boy backed away with a yelp, and bumped against Laryn's paw. He tried to go around, but Laryn had but move his foot wherever the boy moved. When he tripped on one of his claws and fell, the dragon pushed his nose against the damp fabric, sniffing.

"D-d-don...don't!," the boy stuttered.. He shifted on his side. It only made it harder for Laryn, who shoved him on his butt with a forceful nudge.

"You spent your seed," the dragon growled, flicking his tongue over the moist cloth to catch a quick taste. "How could that happen?"

"Don't know," he whispered, face red with embarrassment. "I was just looking, and...and..."

"You liked it a bit too much," Laryn said.

"But I didn't touch-!"

"Shh," an alluring voice murmured. Laryn turned his head to Visha, who emerged from below the dragon's drooping wing. "A male doesn't need touching. Sometimes, even a sight...even a taste... can trigger blissful release..."

"The weakness melts you. Allow it," Nyx joined in, dashing a seed covered palm across Laryn's nostrils. He licked, tasting the unique scent of himself. He took it inside his maw, rolled it inside his saliva, then swallowed,

"Mmm," Nyx cooed, her arm disappearing inside the dragon's maw up to the elbow. Laryn coiled his serpentine tongue around it, exhaling a warm gust.

"Still hungry, isn't he?" Visha smiled to her companion. She preferred something rough and pointy. Laryn's jagged fangs were the perfect distraction. She cupped one and stroke down all the way to the pink gum, moaning. "Big and sturdy, just like your...talons..."

The boy took the opportunity to back away, "I'll go clean myself, and...and..."

"You should do the same, dragon."

"Clean yourself," Nyx giggled.

"Lick it all..."

Both maidens stepped away from his snout and united their bodies, their hands coiling around each other's supple form.

"No," Laryn swished his tail. That took too long, and he felt restless. Globs of seed dropped from his belly, straining the strands forming between his slick belly and the soaked grass.

"What's on your mind, dragon?"

Laryn arched his neck, pointing his snout over his back. The two maidens looked at each other and laughed.

"I'll take the neck!"

"And I the back!"

They went on each side of the dragon, gripping for neck spikes far too high to reach.

"Crouch."

"On the belly."

Such demanding voices. Laryn backed away a few steps. The two already got in the proper positions, ready to pinch his wings or trample his toes.

"Wait, wait," Laryn hissed. "I merely wish to clean you before we take to the skies."

"Unnecessary," Visha said.

"We waste your seed, not your time," Nyx added.

"And that's why I care for both of you." Laryn trashed his wings, forcing the two pests away. Visha jumped like a vixen, but Nyx was not prepared. The wing took her in the face, crumbling her balance.

"Ahh! I didn't even pinch it!"

"You did," Laryn approached the sullen maiden. She was on her back, face hard and wrinkly with frustration.

"Don't even think of-"

Laryn didn't lick her. Not yet, at least. "You still want to soar upon the winds?"

Nyx nodded.

"Then see yourself rid of unnecessary burden. The air will freeze your flesh and that rag you wear. Dispose of it."

She started working on the laces. Visha came in to help, but Laryn had no patience for such tedious affair. He grabbed the seed drenched material and ripped it off, exposing the girl's sensitive skin. Visha gasped.

"Savage..."

"Efficient," Nyx sighed blissfully, cupping the looming snout with her hands. She sighed blissfully at the tongue washing over her belly. Laryn licked her all over, tongue snaking between her bosoms like a snake. He only lingered when he reached the crevice between her legs.

"Take her," Visha chirped.

"Take- mhhh... ahhh!" Nyx gasped when Laryn's tongue pierced her. He curled inside her, nudging her shivering flesh. He took a moment to slurp and taste her nectar, then pushed deep into her trembling flesh, stoking the maiden's lust until she couldn't hold it anymore.

"I-m...I'm..."

"Pierce her!" Visha moaned, holding her companion's shivering form.

Nyx yelped. Her knees pulled together as every fiber of her sultry body tensed. She puffed her cheeks and cried out her bliss. She released quickly, spreading her legs to allow every drop to burst forth from her drenched insides.

"Chhh...That was..."

"Fast," Visha said, two fingers dipped inside her own clit. Laryn moved to help her.

"Nagh." Both of the girls pushed his inquisitive snout away.

"Two would..."

"Unbalance the scales."

"Since we all had one."

Laryn didn't argue. He licked his snout clean of the female's release and settled on his belly, eager to take to the skies. Visha took the spot closest to the neck, while Nyx climbed behind, gripping her companion's waist.

"All ready."

"And prepared."

Laryn growled his approval, flapping his wings experimentally. Nyx sighed.

"He's touchin' me!"

"Gah. I can barely....agh!" Visha pushed herself closer to the neck spike in front of her.

"Better?"

"Mmm," Nyx murmured.

Laryn fixed his eyes on the boy who was still in the same spot, the same dumb expression draped all over his face.

"Did you ever greet the skies, hatchling?"

He shrugged. "No. I was tempted to, but..." he looked away, unable to hold the dragon's stare. "I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"That you'll drop me, and..."

"I never dropped anyone." Laryn poked the skinny boy with the point of a claw. "And you won't be the first."

He backed away from the menacing talons, so fast he staggered and almost lost his balance. "Grat-gratitude, Ser Dragon, but...I just can't."

There was no bargaining with this one. Turning around, Laryn growled and pushed his paws into motion, each stride longer than the last. Claws gripped into the soil, tearing grassy chunks. Wings fanned, basking in the warm sun for a brief while. The dragon leaped, bringing his wings down in a mighty gust of wind and flying debris. The skies were his, as the entire world below him. Laryn aimed towards the Lorian forest. He flapped several times in that direction then banked sharply. The maidens screamed, grabbing tightly on whatever they could.

"Apologies," Laryn roared.

"Apologize do no good to the dead!"

"You night scaled bastard!"

Their screams somehow amused him. Laryn turned back towards his keep, swooping towards the same path he left. The page was still there, shielding his eyes against the sun's glare. It vanished, overshadowed by the approaching form. The dragon extended his forepaws, grabbing the startled human.

"Gaaah! Aaaah!" He was a flurry of endless screams and thrashing. Laryn made sure he had a tight grip before pulled his forepaws closer to his chest.

"I'm falling! Gods, I'm dying! I-"

"You're not dying, you oaf," Laryn growled amidst the storm created by his beating wings. "Open your eyes."

"N-no...!"

"Open them!" he snapped his jaws at the bundle of screams. His wings caught an updraft, and Laryn rode it high into the sky. Straightening his tail, the dragon took a deep breath. The crisp air flowed through his body, soothing tense muscles.

The boy also lessened his moans, mostly because of the veiled threats thrown by the angry maidens. Laryn even threatened to drop him if he didn't cease that nonsense.

"It's...It's high!" the boy managed a weak squeak.

"Yet nowhere close to my limits."

"We'd like to see them. Sometimes." The maidens had to scream for their voice to carry.

Laryn left the city, roaring joyfully at the trees rolling below him. The forest seemed so vibrant compared to the still sky. He descended until he claws almost touched the canopies. The air here was fresh and heavy with life.

"What do you think, hatchling?"

"My stomach feels..." he retched. Laryn hissed, fangs bared. The erupting liquid pelted his belly and hind legs with its warm and disgusting embrace. He really wasn't looking forward to lick that.

"Eww," the maidens cried in unison.

"He released," Nyx shouted.

"I wish he hadn't!" Visha complained.

"Gross..."

"Disgusting..."

"He'll get used to flying. Until proper time arrives, I'm not allowing him the privilege of riding upon my back." Laryn's throat rumbled with laughter. He clenched his fingers around the boy's squirming form until he gasped in agreement. His maidens said something, but the meaning was lost amidst the winds.

The forest was beautiful. Laryn considered landing there in a nest of vegetation and trees. He could play and bask in the flickering light of the sun with his two naughty maidens. The thought circled his mind like a vulture, but that too wasn't as enticing as the clouds stretching before the horizon. Puffy like a woman's bosoms, they sailed without a care for the vague shapes shrouded below them. The mountains...

Laryn wanted to explore. He wanted to fly as far as his wings would take him, and discover the treasures beyond the city's reach. That thought occurred to him more and more over the last years, yet he always found an excuse to return. A life of luxury, pleasure and carelessness was too tempting to resist. What could he do without Haren's lecturing or the maidens' mirth and ministrations? Without his humans, life seemed considerably barren.

He needed distraction. Tasting the cold air, the dragon opened his maw to speak. "I heard of vast cities and infinite wilderness stretching below the borders of Nerandra'Lor. Some travelers even spoke of dragons roaming the unclaimed mountains and valleys."

"Dragons?" A maiden asked.

"Sounds thrilling!" the other yipped.

"We should fly there."

"Visit and explore!"

Tempting.

His kin eluded him for decades. Laryn heard only tales of dragons, all slain by some noble and his steel clad minions. While other humans seemed fascinated by such tales, few believed them. The deceit was obvious when they had a dragon nestled in their very city. Songs such as "His Storming Wings," and "Scales of Steel" were the favorite of every inn, not just Laryn's.

No. He couldn't leave. Not yet. "But at what cost? I'd have to leave everything I know behind and embrace uncertain promise," Laryn disagreed with a half-hearted growl.

The maidens were silent for a moment.

"Everything has a cost."

"Even the air you breathe."

"Leave your hoard."

"Leave your jewelry and gold."

"You are not what you own."

"And neither what others demand you to be."

Interesting. Laryn pondered on their words. Who was he? What was he? A dragon? A true dragon? Did dragons even need treasures and servants and keeps to live? Wings offered more freedom than anything bought with coin, and claws and teeth made far better weapons than any man made craft. Laryn could discard everything, but did he want to?

His thoughts flew towards other dragons and the possibility of another life. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't think of a better life. Sure, wild dragons had a larger share of excitement, but they lacked what Laryn had. If their mates died, they were alone. And if hunters happened upon them, they died alone. Though Laryn couldn't imagine a dragon meeting their end at the hands of a human, he was more afraid of solitude than death.

Yet if he found a mate, everything could change. He could be one of the dragons from his sculptures. Live a simple existence. Hunt, kill, nurture and care for his mate and his future hatchlings.

He wasted his seed more times than he could count with no thought of the life that could spring from it. Hatchlings...tiny dragons with little wings jumping around and over him while his mate licked and nuzzled him adoringly. That particular thought had a warmth to it, hotter than any touch he felt.

His eyes fixed on the horizon, and on the jagged mountains that pierced the sky itself. His wings pushed, beating hard against the warm air. The breeze carried him forward, almost urging him towards the uncertain. Laryn flew until fatigue stung his joints.

The land below became rugged. He passed hills, another forest, and even small villages. Now trees reigned again, and the mountains seemed only a bit taller. Night would probably fall before he reached them.

"It's exciting!" A maiden exclaimed.

"He's doing it!" The other joined in.

Laryn paused. "No," he pulled into a gentle turn, facing sunset. He could barely notice his city, an insignificant dot among all those mounds and stretches of green.

"Why?" they both asked.

"I..." He stopped, licking a fang. "Because..." He had no idea what to say, but he knew what he felt. Fear. Uncertainty. Beyond his city's reach, he felt like a hatchling, flapping his wings aimlessly without a mother's guidance.

"No one blocks your path."

"And if they do...."

"You can burn them."

"Claw their insides out."

The laughs and the gentle slaps on his neck gave the briefest of reassurances. He was a dragon! What threat could he possibly face? Other dragons were a menace, but Laryn had the advantage of experience...

...he had years of lounging in the sun, receiving rubs from his servants, and being fed sumptuous meals. He knew what books were, what purpose they served, and more human tales than any bard alive. What he learned was taught by humans. What he did was for his gain as much as for the humans. They couldn't build their spires alone, couldn't bring sorcerers from faraway lands to shape and develop new metals without bits of his treasure. Without him, they were just oafs. Not pampered oafs.

Laryn growled at the ridiculous realization. Humans saw him as a venerable being of endless knowledge and power, whereas he was merely an oversized hatchling. He spent so much time with the humans he barely remembered how or where he hatched. The smell of the burning forest seared through his mind. Was he there? No. It was a mere dream. Why couldn't he remember his clutch though? Or his parents? Everything was layered in thick haze, just like the mountains he fled from. No matter how hard he tried, he could barely pierce it.

Laryn shook his head, then launched himself forth with a slap of his might wings, roaring all those dark and confusing thoughts away. He focused on the sky, and its aquamarine color. It was soothing, calming, just like the winds caressing his wings. He could barely hear anything aside from its whispers.

Laryn shot a quick look at the boy. He appeared to be...sleeping? No wonder he had such a wonderful flight without that thrashing prey yelling his nonsense. Beating his wings, Laryn eyed a passing cloud. He felt relieved to return home, yet the words of the two maidens had yet to slip from his mind.

_You are not your hoard. You are not your jewelry or gold... _

The truth of that seemed rather startling. Haran never said something so deep. Simple words, uttered from the mouth of the two simplest and joyful beings Laryn knew, and they carried more weight than his formidable bulk. The dragon repeated them a few times and lost himself in the steady beats of his wings.

They passed the city walls just when he was about to collapse. Laryn lowered into a glide. Every muscle in his wings burned with exertion, and every breath prolonged the discomfort.

"We're almost there, you weeping hatchling."

"I'm cold too, and you don't hear me complaining!"

"I don't-don't think I should speak," the boy muttered. Poor oaf probably ached all over from the stiffness of his ordeal. Flying between the larger spires, Laryn angled himself towards the eastern edge of his keep. The dragons of the wall greeted him with dark, ominous wings and blazing eyes.

Past them extended the outer courtyard, grassy like a farmland. The inner courtyard had a white wall, stone gryphons, and mounted ballistae that served little purpose. Once past that, Laryn fixed his eyes on the lake. He veered between the looming trees as best as he could before flexing his numb forepaw. The burden dropped with a scream, and the dragon shortly followed, a roar of splashing water and pelting droplets.

His maidens dislodged from his back, yipping and yelping and cursing the cold water. Laryn thoroughly enjoyed it. After a long and exhausting flight, a bath was just the thing he needed. The liquid slipped between each scale, cleansing the dried and flaky seed. He paddled, each stroke flaring the fire in his limbs. He was stiff like the useless wings floating above the water. Only his head joined them, making the dragon look more like a winged snake wiggling his way through the crystalline water. The maidens splashed and slapped at his wings, finding all sort of ways to play and annoy him.

When they had their fill of moisture and cold, Laryn paddled towards the grassy bank. He dried his wings with three quick flaps and turned around to lap at the cold liquid. The maidens made a wry face.

"You're drinking lake water?"

"What does it taste like?"

"Stale?"

"Muddy?"

Laryn pulled out, water dripping between his sharp, arrow-like teeth. "It's water. Fresh and cold. My architects or my mages..." he took another gulp, washing his tongue across his dripping snout. "they keep it fresh."

The two females exchanged looks and giggles before they gave the lake water a try. Kneeling on the bank, they cupped their palms and took a few healthy gulps.

"Mmm."

"Refreshing."

"Though not as tasty as your seed."

"Mmmm."

Laryn pushed them both into the water. One tripped, and the other one jumped, startled by the unexpected push.

"Vile!"

"Inconsiderate!"

They retaliated with a storm of slaps and words. Laryn endured the assault with a pleased purr reverberating from his chest.

"S...er dragon!"

The boy! Laryn eyed a tree, scanned the surface of the lake, then finally looked under a wing before his topaz eyes fixed on the drenched youth.

"I thank you for taking me up there, but..." he shivered. "I'm cold and still nauseous."

"Run then," he flashed his teeth. "Unless you want me to fly you to your nest."

The boy stepped back, laughing awkwardly. "N-no. I'll run."

That's exactly what he did a moment after, yelling his gratitude once again.

"Odd boy."

"Untested."

"Just a hatchling..."

Laryn settled in a comfortable position and invited his ladies to join him. He sat on the lake's bank, wing draped over the naked females to keep them warm. His tail still touched the water, splashing it every so often.

Laryn could barely keep his eyes open. The chill of the water long evaporated in the sun's gentle warmth. The dragon pushed his wings, spreading them further along the grass. He looked like a lazy dog splayed in the sun. A large, dark scaled, long necked, glimmering kind of dog.

And he felt so lazy. His maidens shoved his mating hind legs. They lay on top of another, something that displeased the two picky ladies.

"On the side," Visha said, elegant as ever.

"Expose your belly," Nyx joined in, her voice soothing and gentle, like a mild breeze.

"We'll know where to touch."

"How to touch."

Laryn growled softly, curling his neck to face the two bare skinned hatchlings. "Rest. We'll leave the touching for a proper time."

They were all over his head, touching, kissing and murmuring a most pleasant purr.

"But we love touching."

"It's what we shine at."

"And it's not just you who gets his release from it."

They started laughing as Laryn flicked his tongue over their faces. Fingers clenched around his tongue, pulling and sliding it over an arm or between the breasts. The dragon had little idea what good the mounds rising from their chest were. He heard they had to do with whelping, yet he never showed much interest in what sprouted after humans mated with each other. Sniffing and inhaling their scent, he treated his maidens until they lay on their backs, legs spread like helpless hatchlings.

"More..." Visha panted, biting her lips while a hand rubbed her overflowing clit.

"So warm...so moist..." Nyx moaned like a needy little kitten.

Laryn snorted. Their taste and scents were all over his tongue. Fertility cared not for the barrier between species. It spoke the language of instincts, tasted the same, urged the same. And what could a male do when presented with such delightful prospect?

Laryn's blood quickened. His scales blazed hotter, stoked by the fire burning beneath them. Clarity washed through his form, replacing drowsiness with lustful needs. His tail flicked, sending droplets of water in every direction. Something shifted in his lower belly, twitching, growing fast... A soft yelp escaped him as his member broke out of its den.

"Ohhh," the two females exclaimed, licking their lips and looking lustfully at the exposed flesh. Visha's hand was already rushing towards the dripping tip. Laryn growled, tongue poking between clenched teeth.

"Don't"

She didn't listen. The touch made his wings flare. The cobalt dragon's claws flexed under the jolt of elation. It ran across his spiked tail and spine, almost preventing his wings from obeying. He flapped once, bending grass and stirring dust.

"Why interrupt?"

"Your scales are burning with lust. Allow us-"

"No. It's too soon after the previous release," Laryn lowered his snout, touching a maiden's belly. "All I desire now is to rest. Rest in exchange for..." he slowly slid his tongue inside her flesh. She was completely soaked. Laryn quickly licked the excess nectar before poking deeper, parting every fold with his muscular tongue.

"Aaaagh...."

She couldn't resist more than a dozen heartbeats. Her release came in a furious riptide of warm ooze and trembling flesh. The dragon snarled, spreading her taste over his fangs. The flagrance was delicate and watery, unlike his thicker seed. And he enjoyed every drop. Once her insides were fully drained, Laryn cleaned the maiden's lower lips before moving to her companion.

Visha already had her fingers inside. She removed them, breaking the translucent ropes bridging across as she slid them inside one of Laryn's nostrils. He breathed in, carrying the scent deep inside. Young. Fertile. Mount her, instinct roared. Pierce her folds. Release inside her. Fill her with life.

Laryn tensed, member slapping on the wet scales of his belly. His paws flexed. Claws ravaged the ground, tearing gashes. His member throbbed once, twice, a continuous and maddening rhythm of unquenched fire.

Laryn pushed his head, biting back his own need as he attacked Visha's hot folds. She was as wet as Nyx, but much tighter. She gripped and pulled Laryn in like a hungry, deprived beast while she moaned and gasped and screamed.

"Aaaah. Dee....deeper!" Visha squirmed. Her knees buckled, offering no resistance to the quick licks assaulting her sanctum. Her eyes closed shut. Walls collapsed around the invading tongue, restraining it. Laryn hissed, exhaling a hefty breath.

The warmth rolled around the female's sensitive flesh, stimulating her beyond any hope of resistance.

Laryn wiggled the tip of his tongue, caressing and circling a nub of flesh.

That was all it took. Visha burst with a scream. Tears fell from her eyes as her lips convulsed, pumping wave after wave of liquid lust. It rolled across the dragon's thrusting tongue, enflaming his passion with every gulp he took.

Laryn cleaned her thoroughly. With every stroke of tongue, he tasted more of her. With every taste his heart beat quicker. With each beat, his member throbbed and tensed, wild and neglected.

Pulling his tongue inside his maw, Laryn arched his neck towards the sky and roared, pouring out all his lust and frustrations. It lasted shorter than a maiden's climax, and offered little relief from the scalding itch spreading beneath his lower belly. Coiling his tail around a forepaw, the dragon broke. He darted towards the enraged member, assaulting it with relentless determination. The contact prompted an immediate thrust. His maidens might have been too small, but instinct still urged him to mount and thrust. The sudden warmth released a weak roar from his throat, and his own saliva made his tongue slide across every barb or bump. He thrust with abandon, half his length rolling and disappearing inside his maw. The friction and the quick, hot breaths felt like the loose insides of a female, all lush and inviting. He thrust several times, then yowled a strange, lustful, shrilling noise.

Laryn's wings trembled. He pulled back, teeth trembling with arousal. His thicker musk almost drove him on the brink of release. Lapping again and again, Laryn focused on the tip as hands wrapped around his length. They squeezed and rubbed, rolling in the same rhythm as his throbs.

"Almost there..."

"You're close...so close..."

Laryn barely understood any words. His nostrils breathed in his pungent scent, and his tongue almost tingled with the promise of fresh seed. He lapped around and inside the tip, scooping any drop that squirted from his clenching depths. He circled the sensitive tip several time, then froze, tongue limp against the thickening tip. It was coming. All that caged fire traversed through his tail, rushing beneath the base of his member.

The dragon tensed, jaw trembling. It was too much, too quick. He thrust inside his mouth just as he roared his release. A thick spurt of seed rushed inside his maw, coating his glistening fangs with a thick layer of creamy white slime. Another came, then another, covering most of the dragon's head as he pulled back, desperately licking at the oversensitive tip. He closed his eyes against the onslaught, tail trashing with every spasm. The maidens yelped and laughed, rubbing furiously along the lapping tongue. Their own tongues darted forth, slurping at the emerging ooze. It dribbled down their face, finding shelter on a pair of exposed breasts. They moaned softly, spreading the warm goo over their exposed skin.

Laryn cared only for his own needs. He swallowed quickly, savoring the rich, fertile taste. The growl almost died inside his throat, though pleasure still wracked his form. His muscles tensed and relaxed, pumping out every drop he had left. Though he wasn't mounting a female, each taste made him hungry for more.

The blaze finally came to an end. Three quick, weak spurts splattered on the hands of the two maidens. Laryn licked them quickly, cleaning inside and around his retreating member.

"You made a real mess," Nyx giggled.

"We'll have to bathe you again..." Visha added.

They rubbed their sticky hands all over Laryn's snout, spreading pearlescent snakes all over. His scales glistened like gems in the sunlight before he brushed his long tongue over and inside his nostrils.

"You are two feisty creatures," Laryn growled, running his tongue along the azure scales of his belly. His muscles still felt tight from the aftermath of his release, but each lick provided a soothing touch and a most pleasant reward. After he went over the base of his tail, the dragon rose on his fours and leaped into the lake. The cold water had an immediate effect. Splashing with both paws and wings, Laryn growled his discomfort. Warmth was banished in an instant, replaced by a cold, crisp touch. Still, the dragon dipped in up to his head and pushed at the water, making sure every scale was clean and shiny.

"Bathe in," he turned towards the two reluctant maidens. They sat on the bank, shivering and covering their bare chests.

"It's cold."

"Colder than the wind."

"I won't be licking you."

They scrunched their faces and sighed. Twining their hands, they entered the water one step at a time, yelping like wounded prey. Laryn shove his wings forward, pelting the females with copious droplets.

"Gaah!"

"Devious dragon!"

They shouted names and slapped the water towards him. Laryn didn't mind. He made a few lazy loops in the lake, tasting the water every so often. The maidens had the right of it. This thin liquid was no proper contender for his own, creamy seed. Laryn passed his tongue over rows of teeth, growling with contentment. Though his lower belly still felt rather tight, each release made him feel accomplished. Of what, he couldn't tell.

He left the water when his wings became numb. The sun faced eastward, still bright and powerful. That meant he had several hours of sleep before the second meal. Laryn shook his form, starting with his horned head. Water flew everywhere from the vigorous shake, which traveled down from his neck all the way to the tip of his tail. Wings fanned, flapping four times. With that done, the dragon splayed in the grass four tails away from the lake. With his serpentine neck coiled around his body, he licked and nipped at one hind paw, almost oblivious to the maidens huddling at his side. Their touch was smooth, hardly noticeable.

"You released your seed."

"But not your thoughts."

Laryn looked at them with a fiery eye.

"The mountains!" Nyx chirped, grabbing a horn.

"What hides beyond them?" Visha kneeled, massaging slightly under the jaw. That felt good. Laryn blinked, feeling all warm and relaxed. Thoughts required effort, and the dragon didn't felt like making any. He growled softly, offering no answer.

"Growls..." they both sighed obvious displeasure.

"Dragons, then?"

"Possibly." Three more licks below the claw's sharp point satisfied the dragon. Lowering his head on a hind leg, he closed his eyes.

"How would they look like?"

"Graceful and frightening, just like our Laryn!"

The maidens giggled, crouching closer to Laryn's head. "What would you do...?"

"If you met them?"

"Fly away. Then rest," the dragon replied curtly.

"What if she were a female?"

Laryn exhaled. He didn't feel like continuing the discussion, but the image of a dragoness flying along with him over the mountains was too tempting to block. He immersed himself in the fantasy. What else would he do with a female dragon? The image suddenly changed. Laryn was in a forest. No. There was darkness all around, save for the light piercing from above. He recognized the paintings and the ornate pillars.

This was his nest, but he wasn't alone. The female walked around him, wings carefully tucked beside a lithe form. Her colors shifted until Laryn settled on a pale shade of blue. His female looked lighter than sky at noon, with fiery eyes and ivory spikes dashing along her spine. In many ways, she looked and behaved just like him. They nuzzled each other, licked their snouts and necks... He could almost feel the warmth of her breath and the rough moisture of her tongue upon his darker scales.

He then pounced her. She didn't squirm; merely lick his chin as he towered above her. With a few strokes of his tongue, he prepared her for the upcoming thrust.

Laryn hissed softly, attracting the attention of his maidens.

"It's mating, isn't it?"

"What are you thinking, you feisty dragon?"

Blinking, Laryn dispelled the lovely illusion. Why did he choose that, of all things? He released twice today, but the excitement of mating one of his own cared little of that. His member stirred inside its vent, emerging with a painfully slow throb.

"Flying," Laryn licked one of his paws. Yes. Distraction. That's what he needed. "If a female dragon happened upon me, we would fly and explore."

"And if it was a male?"

"What would you do, dragon?"

"The same," Laryn answered. "Unless he attacks me."

"Poor hatchling."

"Why would that beast attack our dragon?"

They were all over him again, kissing his snout and scratching his scales in that lovely way of theirs.

Laryn closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of his treatment. "It's...what our kind does. We were given scales to protect us, and claws strong enough to shred them."

"And fire?"

"Do you burn each other?"

He growled. "Flames lose their effectiveness during combat. The time it takes to expel fire offers your opponent a bigger advantage than it's worth it."

"How do you know that?" Visha asked.

"Did you fight your own kind?" Nyx whispered, almost sounding scared.

Laryn blinked. How did he know? A quick search through his memories revealed only fog and darkness. That was rather peculiar. He remembered his first days in the city and the incredible treasure he amassed, but everything before that was unreachable. Biting the tip of his tongue, Laryn growled. Dwelling on that made him all tense and worried.

"It has to do with instinct," he lied. Why confuse his females with something he found no answer to?

Three heartbeats passed before they both nodded. Hands went on either side of his side, sleeking over his scales.

"I admire your instincts."

"They inspire me."

"Dragons fascinate us."

"And for good reason."

Laryn hummed, feeling rather proud at the compliment. He heard the same words all the time, but praise only got better with time. He gave each of them a lick and settled on the side, stretching his wings and limbs.

"What do you appreciate more in a dragon?" He asked, tail casually flicking through the grass.

"Intelligence," Visha beamed.

"Wit!" Nyx smiled excitedly.

"And kindness," they both said. "You are one of a kind, dragon."

"Is why we love you so much."

They hugged his snout, one from above and one from below his chin.

"Hmmm," the dragon hummed, wing fluttering from all the excitement coursing through him. "And physical traits?"

"Oh, you mean wings?"

"And paws?" Nyx struggled to lift the one slumped beside her.

Laryn bowed his head. The girls shot up and began listing word after word. They described everything in detail and praise, going from claws and their fearsome size to the spiked tip of his tail. Laryn forgot about tiredness and rest as he played with the two gleeful maidens. They touched and inspected every part of his body and asked more questions than he ever thought of. When their curiosity was finally satisfied, they crouched under his wings, murmuring softly.

"I suppose we should rest," Visha yawned, hugging a forepaw.

Nyx preferred a hind one, using it as a glorified pillow. "Long day, long flight, long claws..."

Laryn yawned, dropping his own head on the ground. He ate, he flew, he released. More exciting days passed through his head, but this one wasn't one to forget. Closing his eyes, Laryn fell asleep with the image of the dragoness fixed inside his horned head.