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As always, I woke up in a bed made up of scales and coils. Leera was bundled up in a ball like she normally was, and I was laying on top of her, head resting on her with my body wrapped up in her tail end. I blinked a few times to clear the gunk from my eyes and looked over at her to see she was still asleep. Unlike most snakes or serpents, she had eyelids and could close her eyes.

Rather than wake her, I gingerly crept out from her coils and escaped our chambers without her noticing to visit Styreks in the common room. He was our Laurossin pet, a massive aqua and crimson biped dragon that grew attached to me many years before and hasn't left me since.

I'm not really the pet type. I like companions and I am more than happy to help those less fortunate or able than I, but Styreks was different. He always seemed a bit more intelligent than other pets, and I often felt he was plenty smart, just incapable of speech. Still, he lived with Leera and myself, and he was welcome to come and go at will. As always, he was laying in his padded bed in the common room of our home - an intricate cave system throughout the outer rim of the tallest peak in Dalon - Snoring lazily.

I stretched out my wings and tensed my skin to straighten my feathers before padding over to him and nuzzling at his cheek. "Wake up." I urged him.

He blinked as he woke, licking my cheek once he realized who it was waking him. "Rrrh?" His rumbling growl was one of curiosity as he lifted his head high while still nestled in his bed. Even laying on his belly, he was nearly as tall as I was, which was a constant reminder of how fortunate I was to have such a large home in the mountain caves. He was a large boy, larger even than I and almost as big as my mate Leera.

Big as he was, he was still a big softie. He liked to cuddle, he liked to pounce (which was almost never good for whoever he targeted), and he liked to lick. Boy did that dragon like to lick; I am not ashamed to admit I took advantage of that compulsion from time to time.

Once he was awake enough to be perceptive, he rolled to his feet and shook his wings of any dust or dirt that had accumulated. Now towering over me, I still commanded him to follow. It was morning and he needed to go out for a bit.

I guided him through the winding hallways that connected each of our cave-rooms, passing through the warm morning light that shone through the windows carved and molded into the rock walls. The home was nearly a labyrinth, with literally dozens of entrances and exits to a series of wide-open plateaus and grassy surfaces complimented with wooden patios and platforms. Perfect place for Leera and myself. She preferred to stay inside where it was relatively warm and cozy, while I preferred the cliff-side where I could spread my wings and feel the cool air rushing up the mountain.

"Go on." I instructed Styreks as we emerged onto the largest of the wooden platforms.

He hopped over me, spread his wings, and dove down into the Cellitoke wood beneath us. I didn't bother watching where exactly he went to do his business, I just wanted to make sure he was safe and clear before I focused on my own things.

It had become a ritual of my own to sit on my patio overlooking the valley and take in the scenery while I reminded myself of all I had done for myself and others. We called it the Cradle of Dalon, and it was where myself and ten others unlocked the secret to everlasting life. Now, all eleven of us live here, away from the mortals of the world where we can enjoy each others' company and enjoy our solitude.

The valley wrapped around the tallest mountain peak in all of Dalon in the largest mountain range of the world. On the east, a massive freshwater lake. To the north and south, two twin forests stretching as far as my well-trained eyes could see. To the west, a forest of sharp mountain tops spiking into the sky, so complicated it's nearly impossible for most to traverse it.

Below me in the valley was the Cellitoke woodlands, a multicolor bush made of blue, green, and brown trees with red, yellow, and orange leafed ferns in the under brush. At night, some of the flowers and plants would glow, illuminating the forest's floor. It was kind of gorgeous, especially at night; even during the day it had a vibrant color palette unlike anything else in Dalon that I'd seen.

In the middle, almost directly between my cave home and the lake that housed fellow Dalonian Dieties Olfrin and Luero was a massive Cellitoke Redwood that towered over the other trees in the forest by a multitude of ten. That was where Ilorek and Valencia lived; I never quite understood why Ilorek agreed to living so high in a tree like that if he couldn't fly naturally. He actually had to grow a pair of wings via transformation magic nearly every time he wanted to leave or return home.

As I was contemplating their peculiar situation, I saw Valencia hop over the railing and flip around, gliding off into the distance. A minute or two later, Ilorek followed with a pair of grand, majestic wings. Both of them disappeared over the side of the cliff to the east.

After that, I looked around to glance at Talba's castle to the far north, nestled in between two smaller mountains so that it looked like a fort or stronghold. They had nothing to fear, it was a recreation of her past life so she could once again enjoy the feeling of being a queen. With her was Vaulix, a compassionate cockatrice that was her moral anchor.

To the west, the massive lake in the middle of the valley had a series of waterfalls and a river feeding into it, all coming from a higher plateau in the valley where the others lived. Keran, Yelena, and Sanfrit all lived in a small community they created for themselves since they had a clinging desire to be part of society.

I looked back down to the Cellitoke woodland, wondering what was taking Styreks so long. Curious, I hopped over the ledge of my patio and glided down into the area I had last seen my pet. Down I went, eventually dodging through trees until I finally landed in a nice clearing. The canopy was rather thick, leaving only the gentle bio luminescence of the forest to see by.

Not long after I landed, Styreks jumped through two red-fern bushes to land in the clearing next to me, maw open and tongue hanging out. His tail was wagging and his front talons were grabbing at the air as his powerful haunches kept him balanced.

"Now now, Styreks, not sure if I can play today!" I sat down to cover my rump and raised a talon to his cheek to calm him down, but it didn't seem to work.

He bit at my wrist and slobbered down my forearm as he pulled on me, forcing me from my sitting position. I yanked my arm from his mouth and scolded him a bit, telling him 'no', but he only seemed to be more playful because of that. The massive dragon pounced on top of me, pinning me to the ground as he bit at my neck and shoulders.

Part of me wanted to relent, to let him 'beat' me in a wrestling match, but he knew better than to do that. He may have been bigger, but I had a hidden strength he couldn't prepare for!

Fighting back, I spread my wings and quickly got to my feet, even with his weight on me. I rolled my shoulders to make him fall off and land on his side with a powerful thud in the grass. I then pounced right back on his exposed belly, nipping at his chest and shoulders as he cutely huffed and growled back at me. Curious, I took a quick glance back to check and see if his deep red member had begun to poke out of his sheathe yet. It hadn't, but I knew it was coming. He rarely played like this without expecting something from me.

This didn't matter to me. I was okay with letting my pet have his way with me. There was something special about Styreks compared to other partners I played with. He was a pet, sure, but he was also a companion. He had no voice and couldn't ask for anything from me, yet he had body language that seemed to be more pronounced and well-developed than his peers or any other pets. He would use his eyes to point, his body to beg, and his talons to guide me however he wanted. This laurossin was very expressive and clearly intelligent, so it felt bad to call him my pet, but that's the only way it was seen as an acceptable relationship.

Still, I didn't care what others thought. Styreks was as much my companion as he was my pet, and I had enough empathetic telepathy to understand what he wanted and what he needed. Between my ability to probe at his thoughts and emotions and his expressive nature, I had no problems communicating with him as though he were a peer.

And today he clearly was rutting. Styreks needed to mate, and now that he and I were alone in the woods, I was going to let him have his way with me, but we had to play a bit, first. As I looked over at his red-scaled sheathe, I saw the tip begin to poke out - a gentle but tapered tip that made me drool every time I saw it.

Styreks's cock was huge, larger than mine, and had a wonderful knot that tied us together quite nicely, but it was also soft and lightly textured so whenever it was in use, it throbbed and massaged me from within. There were no reasons not to let him go at me!

With the thought of being mounted bubbling up in my mind and influencing me, I quickly hopped off Styreks and exposed my rump to him, tail lifted and wings splayed out gently in a form of submission. It didn't take him long to get the hint. As soon as my rump was exposed, he rolled to his feet and shoved his snout up under my tail.

This was why I was happy he loved to lick. Once his snout pressed between my cheeks, I felt his thick tongue probing at me, slapping at my fleshy hole and slipping into it intermittently. The sensations urged my chest to the ground, with my rump held high to be played with. It was a very submissive position, one I loved to be in for the right partner. Chest down, rump up, wings flared out. Submissive, but I harbored a deep passion for being submissive yet still in control. Something about it was erotically subversive.

My rump was alight with sensation as his tongue continued to probe at it, slipping deeper and deeper into me as he angled his head to get better access at me. I could feel his massive weight pressing against me, pushing my chest into the grass as his tongue continued to explore my depths.

I could feel my sheathe throbbing as my cock expanded within, the barbed tip slipping out one ring of spines at a time. It wasn't often I let my maleness out, preferring to shift to female form when being mounted or penetrated, but today I wanted to see what he could do to my tail hole. Usually he knotted firmly in my female folds, but today he was getting a piece of gryphon stud ass, and I clenched my muscles tight around his tendril-like tongue to prove that point.

"Eep!" With a surprised yelp, he pulled his tongue form me and started licking his chops; apparently, I squeezed his tongue too hard. A shame, too, because that meant he likely wouldn't continue licking at me. As I glanced over my shoulder to see him stepping in place, slowly turning his side to me, I knew he was done with his mouth. Ideally I would have liked more oral attention, but this meant he was sure to mount me soo-

Before I had even completed my thought, he hopped up and pressed his front talons down on my rump, weighing me down as he leaned over and bit at my flank. I folded my wings up nice and neat so he would have no problems holding on. His claws dug into my haunches, nearly puncturing flesh as he readied himself, slowly scooting forward until his hips were pressed against mine.

I tensed the muscles in my back and arched my spine gently to pull my tail as far away from my rump as possible, angling my body at him to make it easy. Turns out I didn't need to make it easy for him. Rump wasn't any more challenging for him to slip into than pussy.

Styrecks pushed into me with one powerful thrust, his member slipping out of his sheathe to part my rump flesh wide. He bit down on my neck hard, holding me in place as he arched his back and flared his wings out, covering his 'bitch' from any others who tried to interfere.

I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations of his thick member slamming into me. I relaxed as best I could, hoping that the lax muscles would allow his unformed knot to squeeze into me; once that happened I could clench down and trap him inside, letting the knot swell and lock us together.

As I was fantasizing, he gave a few more violent thrusts, his teeth digging into my neck for extra leverage, as his knot popped from his sheathe to press against my cheeks, spreading my rump muscles wide as the shaft continued to throb and pulse inside me.

Right then, I knew I had to take the initiative. I felt the knot smearing sheathe lubrication all over my rump cheeks, his member sliding effortlessly up my backside. I knew I needed to push back in order to swallow the growing bulges of that knot before it swelled too large to pass through my hole into me. With that in mind, I took in a deep breath and pushed back as hard as I could, grunting with effort as I felt his knot slowly parting my flesh and stretching it wide. I could feel it growing against me with each and every beat of his powerful heart, my own flesh softening and growing tender as I channeled bits of magic into the underside of my tail.

With a sudden lurch, I felt his knot slide into me, the thickest part of it stretching me and rubbing against my tender rump flesh with a power that left me feeling like I'd been torn in half from the back end first. It hurt in a sharp way for only a moment before the knot lobes slipped in past the muscle ring and began to expand, filling out and pressing against my inner flesh. It took only a few idle thrusts and a moment's worth of heartbeats to pump his knot up to full girth, so wide it was resting gently against my inner hip bones, supported by my clenching ring of muscle that was my anal opening.

Once he felt himself comfortably resting inside me, he released his powerful grip on my neck, leaving a small trickle of blood to pass over my plumage. That was fine. Nothing a bit of magic couldn't heal up.

Rather than lean back and flip around, tail over my back as we went rump to rump like we normally did, Styreks remained with all of his body weight pressed against my back, front talons holding him up just off me so that he could get comfortable. With the different position of my hole compared to what he was used to, he needed to find a different position that worked for him. He found himself clawing at my hip with one of his hind legs, cock slipping and rotating inside me to match his movements.

He was a wonderful, powerful beast, but his movement did not work well for me. The re-positioning of his form with all his weight on my back tugged roughly on my rump, the swell of the knot stretching my opening from within despite my desire to clench myself shut and hold him in. With his knot as big as it was, it hurt to feel it stretching me, but again, nothing a bit of focused healing magic couldn't fix.

I got up to all fours off my chest with him still weighing me down. I looked down past his form to look at the way his tail was swaying contentedly, his hind leg still resting on my haunches. Almost all of his weight was on me, save whatever of him was still on his other hind leg.

There was a familiar warmth spreading through me as I felt his knot pulse and throb, the muscles shooting stream after stream of thin dragon cum into me. Not as thick as stallion cum, but thicker than canine cum, and much more slick than either, since a lot of it was precum meant for lubricating whatever passage it was in.

The focus of my magic on my rump to keep it malleable and the excessive flood of fluid from Styreks combined to make my hole a particularly slick and tender orifice, and the tugging of his position quickly forced the knot to pop out of me with a burst of cum to follow, flowing between my cheeks like a waterfall and splattering in the grass between my feet. My own cock, now fully hard, was leaking its own concoction of fluids into the same puddle, leaving me aroused and needy, same as he was.

Once the knot had pulled from me, it didn't take long for him to pull the rest out, leaving me gaping and soaked in cum, a tiny stream of cum bubbling out over my flesh to continue to soak the ground. He hopped off me and started lapping at my rump, his thick tongue catching every drop of the mess he made. The feeling of his tongue pressing against my hole was especially sensitive, as my opening had been torn open and was still gaping wide from his knot's violent extraction.

But that didn't stop him from cleaning up his mess, and eventually moving to clean up mine, too. He slipped his head between my back legs, snout cradling my balls as his tongue wrapped around my dangling member, tugging on it and cleaning it of all the fluids it had drooled and secreted.

Before I could roll onto my back and let him finish up the job, I remembered that I had a meeting with Vinn in town! I quickly lowered my tail and hopped off his head to nuzzle him gently, nipping at his neck as I cooed at him. "Stay up in the valley, Styreks. I will be back in a few hours, okay?"

He churred in agreement and hopped up into the canopy, spreading his wings to fly away, presumably to meet up with Luero and Olfrin - that's where he always went when I was away.

I did the same, spreading my wings and jumping up, kicking off the blue bark of a Cellitoke tree before bursting into the early morning sky. I had less than an hour to meet up with Vinn and help him with his potions booth in the Klyneth market!