if it isnt already obvious, i love Winter so much. i want to see him get fucking wrecked

He couldn't say he ever missed the place.

Winter had long since adjusted to the more temperate climate of the Sky Kingdom while he was helping found Sanctuary, as opposed to the unlivable tundra of the Ice Kingdom. But the sweltering heat of the rainforest was still killer to him; he knew that the Sand Kingdom was objectively hotter, but he sometimes wondered whether the dry heat of the desert or the dripping humidity of the rainforest was the worse hell.

How many years had it been since Darkstalker? Five-ish? It'd been so long, but it also felt like it hadn't been long enough. A lifetime wouldn't be long enough time to put between himself and that waking nightmare.

His beloved Queen Glacier had died, his brother came back, he was hypnotized, he gained and basically lost a best friend - several, actually - and everything he knew and cherished about the Ice Kingdom was turned on its head and left him in the dust.

And worst of all, he'd found love. Briefly.

Moonwatcher…

That was why he was out here, stalking through the Rainforest one random evening. (He wondered if he looked like the menacing Icewing hunter he always wanted to be, or if he just resembled a wet cat.) He thought he had left his feelings behind, but maybe he had only switched them off for a time. There wasn't any good reason for it; one day he just woke up, and a random burst of heartache overrode everything else he had to worry about.

He wasn't expecting any miracles. He knew that Moon and Qibli had already gotten hitched, he wasn't here to disrupt anyone's lives. He just wanted to… reminisce. Let his bottled-up emotions wash over him for once. His brief tenure at Jade Mountain might've been hell, but there was a small spark of life he had shared with his old Winglet that maybe he'd like to feel again for a night.

The Nightwing division of the inner Rainwing town was quiet, eyeing him anxiously. Their years being forced to live with other tribes like the Rainwings were probably the only reason he wasn't getting mugged right now. He wondered if anyone recognized him from the time he visited all those years ago.

"Winter? Is that you?"

His head snapped to attention, and he saw an older, female Nightwing coming his way. "H-Hello?" He could've sworn he recognized her, but he couldn't place a name to the face.

"It's been so long since I've last seen you! Do you remember me? I'm Secretkeeper," she smiled warmly at him, "Moonwatcher's mother?"

"Ah! Um, hello," he parroted himself. He figured he should get right to the point. "Is Moon home, actually?"

Secretkeeper's expression fell. "No, I'm afraid not. She and Kinkajou are back at Jade Mountain, from what I understand."

...Oh.

Winter couldn't keep his wings from drooping.

If Secretkeeper noticed his visible disappointment, she didn't comment on it. She huffed, "That is, unless they went off on some other madhouse adventure across the entire fucking continent. That child used to worry me sick, now she's just a damn nightmare."

Winter's ears shot up in surprise, his mouth stumbling over words. "S-Secretkeeper?!" The Nightwing mother did not strike him as the vulgar type. He was no prude, but hearing Secretkeeper throw around such words so casually caught him off-guard.

(His surprise helped cover up the aching he felt at the idea of Moon and the rest of the Jade Winglet being on a grand, new adventure - without him.)

Secretkeeper laughed. "I'm sorry, that just slipped out. I mean it with all the love in my heart, of course, but I can't deny that my shy little diamond has gotten almost too rowdy these days."

Winter chuckled, trying to roll with the conversation like a normal dragon would. "Haha, makes you wonder what she gets down to at night, huh?"

It was only when he noticed Secretkeeper's blinking confusion that an agonizing knot formed in Winter's chest.

Holy shit, did I just say that? Why did I say that?

Thankfully, Secretkeeper just laughed back after recovering from her stunned silence. "I suppose she is reaching that age, isn't she? And you are too, now that I think about it." She gave him that same smile all older women do when patronizing younger dragons about their love lives. "Have you found a special someone of your own yet, Winter?"

Winter blushed, looking down at his claws, torn between being embarrassed and depressed. "Er- Not exactly."

I've kinda had a massive crush on your daughter ever since I first met her but she's already with a guy that's ten times better than me and also used to be my best friend and now they've run off to enjoy their best lives while I'm stuck on a cloudy mountain and drowning in work while desperately trying to convince myself that this was what I've always wanted and-

Secretkeeper sighed. "That's alright. You're a handsome young man; I'm sure you'll find somebody soon enough."

"Uh, yeah." He decided to ignore that compliment for now, even though he knew he'd be thinking about it every waking moment for the next ten years.

Secretkeeper turned to look at the orange sky. "It's growing late. You shouldn't be flying back to Sanctuary nor Jade Mountain at this hour. Why don't you stay the night?"

Winter startled, then shook his head. And wait, she knows about Sanctuary? Are we famous yet? "O-Oh, no, I couldn't-"

"Oh, don't be modest, I know you won't find anywhere better to sleep in the Rainforest. Please, I'd be delighted to have you."

Winter found himself trying to relax in Secretkeeper's living room, a cup of hot tea in his hands. Moon lives here, he couldn't stop thinking. How much of her lives in this place? In its walls, its furniture, its atmosphere?

"I hope the tea is to your liking," Secretkeeper said. She walked over with her own cup, but then paused, pursing her lip.

With growing horror, Winter could see why - there was only one couch.

"This is terribly rude of me as a host, but would you mind if I sat next to you?"

Part of Winter wanted to refuse, but he found himself shaking his head. "N-Not at all," he said, scooching over. Secretkeeper sat down next to her, the couch creaking under her weight. It was an old and worn couch; she wasn't fat or anything, If anything, she was quite shapely, leaving his eyes lingering on her body. She was just… so much bigger than he was.

Winter squeezed his eyes shut, mentally kicking himself. This was Moon's mom, dammit! Stop being a touch-starved loser for one minute!

"So," Secretkeeper said. The couch was small, and Winter had to press into the armrest to avoid touching her tail. "How is Sanctuary going for you?"

"Sanctuary? It's, uh…" He didn't see any reason to lie. "It's going… fine, I guess. The work is starting to weigh down on me. We're lacking both in funding and manpower." He looked up at her, "Say, how do you know about Sanctuary, anyway? I thought we weren't really gaining popularity yet."

"I don't know much about popularity, but Moon brought it up to me, actually."

Winter felt his talons clench around his teacup, a confusing static gnawing at his chest. Moon was talking about me? She hadn't… forgotten about me?

"She sounded excited about it," Secretkeeper said, taking a sip from her tea. Winter realized he hadn't had any of his, and took a rushed, awkward sip. "It's a shame to hear you're struggling. I suppose scavenger sciences just aren't very popular yet, are they?"

The encouraging 'yet' she added didn't lessen the stinging that he'd long grown used to. "Yeah… Pyrrhia just doesn't appreciate scavenger intelligence. As a result, the only support we have is a few sympathetic volunteers, despite all the fundraising campaigns we've been trying."

"Oh, you poor thing," she cooed. Winter didn't know why, but her words, her tone, they were rousing a sleeping feeling in his chest that he couldn't remember the last time he felt. "Well, don't lose hope. Your passion will see your vision through, I'm sure of it."

She took a calculated sip of her tea, flashing him a look. "I like passionate boys like you."

Winter felt a shuddery exhale escape his lips as he felt himself relax further into the couch, feeling Secretkeeper's tail brush up against his hind leg. The rational part of him that he'd tried to be his whole life was panicking, screaming at him to get out of there, to keep his Icewing mask of stoicism up.

But a new, long-forgotten part of him was telling him to relax. This was a good feeling. This was the same feeling he got with Moon.

Secretkeeper sighed, and Winter could tell the tea was affecting her, too. For all he knew, this was alcohol. "I remember when you first came to the rainforest. For a moment, I was so excited. My shy little diamond had made so many new friends in such a short time. If only everything else hadn't happened…"

If only. Winter knew his life would be a hell of a lot better if Darkstalker had the decency to just die under that mountain a billion years ago or whatever. He'd still be in the First Circle, nothing weird would happen with the Jade Winglet, and he'd never need to worry about Animus magic bullshit for the rest of his life.

(Would he be happier, though? He'd never have realized how awful the Ice Kingdom actually was. He'd never have seen his brother again. He'd never have accepted his feelings for Moon.)

He was slouching more now, his shoulders bumped up against Secretkeeper's. It was a battle between him and his reason, and her warmth, a battle he was rapidly losing. Her sheer, overwhelming... her.

"She's nothing like her father, you know. Moonwatcher."

Winter blinked. Moon's father? He never heard about this. He found himself almost leaning against Secretkeeper's side at this point, feeling her warm scales against his eternally cool ones, reveling in her flesh. She was softer than she looked.

"Her father…" Her breath quaked, like she wanted to say something, but decided against it. "Was not the greatest dragon, even among Nightwings. He was cruel, cold, careless… and he prided himself on it. He didn't care about other dragons. He never cared about 'friendship'. I think the only reason I had his egg was because he thought I was a pretty little toy for him to keep to himself."

You're so much more than that, Winter wanted to blurt out. You're beautiful inside out. That guy didn't deserve you.

"But… what most don't know is that he also had a softer side," she explained. Winter got the feeling that this was her first time confiding in another about this. "Maybe it was just an act to make me fall for him, but… he was passionate. Gentle. His voice was low and smooth, it gave me shivers just thinking about it. Don't get me wrong, I hate him and I'm glad he's gone, but… part of me wishes that secret side of him was the real one. That I wasn't just being strung along, that there was something really there."

They were practically embracing now. Winter found his head resting against Secretkeeper's chest, her strong but gentle arms draped across his shoulders, caressing his chest. Pale blue scales on midnight black ones, wasn't this what he came here for? He felt warm here, safe. Her maternal warmth thawed him to the bone, and he didn't want the night to end like this. He didn't want it to end at all.

"Don't take this the wrong way…" she mumbled. She had a smooth, husky voice herself, not unlike what she described her lover as. "But… you remind me of him, Winter. Just that tender, loving half of him."

Winter reminded her of her old mate. He didn't know what magic this woman was casting on him, but he wanted to believe she was right. Almost involuntarily, images flashed in his head of him being by her side, growing up with her, spending every night lounging over each other like this. Maybe this was alcohol in his cup, because while he was still flustered, his earlier reservations were long gone. A part of him knew getting intimate like this with Moon's mom of all people was a terrible idea, but he couldn't help it anymore. He'd gone so long without feeling the loving touch of another; all it took was a little hospitality, a few brushes of scales here and there, and he was putty in her talons.

Secretkeeper seemed to realize how their limbs were all tangled, and she gave him a sly smile. "You're getting awfully cozy, don't you think?"

Winter tried to blurt out either a flirt or an apology, but his brain couldn't decide which, and he only opened his mouth in confusion. His dark eyes stared up into her loving ones.

Did he want this woman as a mother, or a lover?

She giggled, her talons caressing the side of his face. "Don't apologize. You're a big boy now, aren't you? Mommy's big, strong boy~"

It was pitch black outside now. Winter could almost hear the chirping of insects outside, over the sounds Secretkeeper was making between his legs.

He had his back against her bed, wings splayed out, shaky talons grabbing at his own face as he drooled over his claws. He could feel himself melting under the older dragoness's ministrations, her talons gently pressing his thighs apart as she lavished his cock in gentle kisses and licks.

He didn't even know how it happened. They were tangled up on the couch, she started sweet-talking him, and then his erection started growing right in front of her. He was mortified, and she should've been too, but all she did was eye his dick with a smile as she herded him to the bedroom in the back and-

Winter's cries ripped out of his throat as she ran her long, slick tongue along the underside of his length from the base to the tip, making him howl. He couldn't control himself anymore. He was broken, a broken toy that she still wanted to keep playing with.

He knew he was stammering "I love you"s and "don't stop"s, but he couldn't make out his own words. He couldn't even recognize his own voice anymore. He couldn't recognize anything over the sensory overload Secretkeeper was giving him.

"You're so good," she whispered, just for him to hear. Him, and nobody else. "You're doing so good. So good for me~" It was like she got off to watching him fall apart at the seams alone. He hoped she did. He wanted to make her feel good too, and if she wanted him to become a mindless wreck, then he'd do it.

Anything to keep feeling like this, this white-hot explosion of his senses that made his vision go white and his mind go blank. Nothing in the world existed except Secretkeeper, and what she was doing to him.

She began bobbing her head up and down his length, twisting her tongue around it as she did. Feeling her run along his tip, all the way down to his blue knot, it drove him wild. He threw his head back in the pillows, biting his cheek to keep from howling too loud.

She reached down and grabbed his sack, fondling him as she started to push him down her throat. He was in her mouth. A part of him was inside someone else- no, in Secretkeeper. His balls felt an almost painful tingle as she flashed him a killer look that seemed to glow in the dark.

Her eyes, dark and seductive, were like emeralds glowing in the moonlight.

She has her daughter's eyes.

With that thought, he felt his whole body seize up, and his lungs tightened. He tried to smash Secretkeeper's head between his legs as he erupted into her mouth, his cum bursting over her tongue and down her throat, and she drank. She drank like he was an oasis after a week in the desert. She drank him like he was nectar, like he was intoxicating, and it was the end of the world. Because tonight was the only night that mattered to her.

His orgasm lasted one, two, three, four excruciating seconds of mind-wiping bliss before his muscles relaxed and he collapsed back into the bed. For a moment, he forgot his own name.

She pulled away, and Winter shuddered as he felt her tongue tighten around his girth, wringing him dry of every last drop. His blurry vision came back just in time to see a drop of his seed - his seed - dribbling over her lips, and she licked it up. She licked him up.

"I've missed that taste," she breathed.

Her long, thick tail swished behind her as she clambered on top of the bed, on top of him, and for a moment Winter felt trapped. His fight or flight instincts were blaring in the back of his mind. She was twice his size, and had him pinned to the bed under her completely. He was at her mercy, and he could see in her hungry gaze that there would be no mercy for him tonight.

But then he realized: this was exactly where he wanted to be. He wasn't afraid. He was just anxious to get started.

His cobalt erection hadn't softened a bit since he first came, so she aligned him under her, and sat down on his lap. Winter could feel his soul leave his body; his pelvis groaned under the weight of the larger dragoness, but he found that he had nothing to complain about. Her hips grinding against his, crushing him into the bed, and she felt warm and plush. He didn't care about being polite, he grabbed at her thick thighs as they flanked his midriff, trying to reach over to grab a talonful of her ass. There was just so much of her, it was overwhelming and mind-blowing to the horny little Icewing being smothered under her embrace.

And that was only the feel of her on him, sitting in his lap. Secretkeeper had already put him in her.

He could feel her slick walls clamp around his cock; she'd immediately taken him all the way up to the knot. It was unbelievable; he never thought that his first lay would be Moon's mom, of all dragons. It was ridiculous, thinking about it now, but he had noticed that he did have a thing for older women. He'd never be able to get off with just his own talons and lube anymore.

Secretkeeper moaned as she adjusted to his size. "Ah~! You're so big~!" She started off just grinding against him with his cock inside her, rubbing their bodies together. Oh, Gods, he was inside her- A part of his body was inside of someone else's body right now. With their unity, he felt whole in a way he'd never felt for his whole life.

She was shifting her weight around on him, her pussy twisting around him. Winter was sitting up now, pressing his entire body into her front, arms wrapping around her waist, trying to hug as much of her ass as he could. "A-Ah, mom-!"

He snapped out of his trance as his words registered in his own mind, his face flushing with humiliation, but Secretkeeper only laughed through her moans. "T-That's right, sweetie… Mommy's here, Mommy's going to take extra good care of you tonight~"

Her lap bounced against his, and Winter thought he was going to die. He was slammed down into the bed with every motion, his body pushing itself to its limit. He tried thrusting up erratically to meet her, but his hips kept getting smashed back into the bed every time she came down on him with the force of a mountain. Gods, this was what a woman was like. He wanted to be here forever. He wanted to be good to his mommy.

"D-Don't lie to me," she huffed. "You love my daughter, don't you? You wish I was her, riding you like this. M-Maybe one day, she will be. But for tonight, you belong to Mommy, and you're going to give me aaaaall of your love~"

Winter could barely process her words, only that every beautiful sound out of her mouth made his dick even harder inside of her. This was the same pussy that conceived Moon. He loved it in the same way he loved her.

Secretkeeper's wings flapped, and he could tell that she was fighting not to fully extend them in this small bedroom. He wanted to see her wings. He wanted to take this outside, deep into the Rainforest where nobody would see or hear them, and fuck her so that she could come loose.

And where she would come loose, he could come completely undone.

Her angelic moans grew louder, and she wrapped her arms around him, smothering him into his chest. Everything was perfect. He could die happy.

"A-Ah, Winter-!"

Winter's second orgasm hit him so hard, he nearly fainted in Secretkeeper's embrace. His cum erupted deep inside of her pussy, filling her to the brim and overflowing into Winter's lap. Dazed and barely conscious, Winter felt like his orgasm could give life to the deserts, could conceive war-hero children. He felt like he'd taken every last ounce of life in his body and shot it out through his dick, leaving him barely alive.

Drunk on her, Winter came inside of Secetkeeper again. As she struggled to catch her breath, Secretkeeper laughed.

"You did so good for me, baby~" She and Winter laid back against the bed, with Winter being the little spoon as she surrounded him, her body warmer and more comfortable than any pillow in the world. He could feel himself passing out as she left a big kiss on his cheek.

"Mommy's so proud of you~"

(God, if the Icewing Tribe heard about this, they'd have his head. (He needed to do this more often.))

He could never jerk off again. Not after this.

He woke up, feeling like a zombie in Secretkeeper's embrace. Despite his initial panic, she had shushed him, saying everything was alright. She cooed sweet nothings into his ear, and before he could even have breakfast, he was melting again.

She looked beautiful, with the sunlight streaming over her. He could barely make out her form in the dark - he could only feel her - but now he could witness all of her beauty. God, when he stopped being such a fucking prude, she was actually drop-dead gorgeous. Maybe he was biased, he didn't know.

She hummed into his cheek, "Before we get up… can you do something for me?"

Winter looked down at her. "Y-Yeah?"

"I want to see you rub one out by yourself."

Winter's eyes widened, his drowsy mind suddenly snapping into attention. He could already feel the blood rushing to his groin under her seductive gaze, and she turned to see Winter's long blue shaft slowly emerging from his slit.

She gasped, and Winter squirmed under her gaze. "It's so much bigger in this light~" Her claws hovered over it, and Winter whimpered, silently begging for her touch. She only giggled.

"Check under the bed."

Confused but not questioning, Winter reached over and pulled out a jar filled with a clear, viscous fluid. "Lube? What's this for?"

"What do you think? You're not the only lonely dragon in the world." She hummed, "Though maybe we don't need to be lonely anymore~"

Obediently, Winter dipped his talons into the jar and slathered some of the lube onto his cock. It dripped and trailed over his chest, but he didn't care. Leaving the jar aside, he began slowly attending to his morning wood, focused intently on the way his own claws ran along every ridge and edge, the way his thumb ran along the tip.

He kept watching Secretkeeper's expression as he pleased himself in front of her - no, in the same bed as her, spooning as he got himself off. He could feel his length throb as a moan escaped his maw, as he reached down to stroke his cock with both of his talons.

Secretkeeper watched his talons work intently. A small, sly smile played at her lips as her emerald eyes focused on his cobalt dick with laser focus. Winter was thrusting into his own talons now. He grit his teeth as Secretkeeper ran her claws along his chest, whispering into his ear while playfully biting it.

"When we can't be together," she muttered huskily, "When you need to relieve yourself, I want you to remember this moment. I want you to think of me, of my warmth pressing up against yours, of the love we shared last night."

She wrapped her own talons around his length with both of his, and Winter's breath hitched in his throat. His hands were hers.

"And know that I'll always be there with you, always helping bring you to the edge. When your mind goes blank, and you cum all over your talons, that feeling is me."

Winter cried as he erupted, ropes of cum spraying out of his cock and landing all over Secretkeeper's thighs. He swore he saw her eyes light up when that happened. She didn't move to avoid it or wipe it up afterward, like she wanted him to burst all over her. She probably did.

After a few moments, he caught his breath. "I-I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't be. I never want you to forget this moment."

God, her voice turned his limbs to jelly, but no amount of seduction to ease the gnawing at his gut. "N-Not that, I mean. Moon, she…"

Secretkeeper's gaze softened. "Don't worry about that either, Winter. She never needs to know, if you don't want her to. I understand having slept with her mother might hurt your chances if she were to find out, but I don't plan on saying anything."

Winter blinked. "W-Wait, but Qibli, isn't she…?"

"Oh, that was old news. They tried it, but decided they were happier just being friends. Nothing wrong with that, except that it leaves my sweet little diamond without a man to call her own. She's wide open, and after tonight, I give you my full blessing~" She left another big kiss on his cheek, and Winter wondered if she was being too casual about this.

"And remember what I said? You can do whatever you want now; be hers, be mine, neither if you don't want to, both if you're bold enough. But you can make your own choices, sleep with whoever strikes your fancy. You're a big boy now."

(Both, she had said. He couldn't resist the tantalizing images of Secretkeeper laying under him, and Moonwatcher on top of him, two pairs of devious emerald eyes boring into his soul in the dark of night. Like mother, like daughter.

Both of their bodies covering him like blankets, both of their tongues on his length-)

And she left him with that as she clambered out of the bed to make breakfast, but as she was halfway through the doorway, she stopped and looked at Winter again. He was absolutely ruined, splayed across the bed and covered in his own fluids. She thought he looked beautiful like that.

"And one other thing. If you feel like taking a few more days away from Sanctuary, I know for a fact that Moon won't be visiting home for the next week at least."

Winter's head snapped up to look at her. She giggled.

"If you're willing to stay another night, we should try having you taking me from behind~"

THE Female caregiver fetish caused by neglect,

the boys r back in town baybe :sunglasses:

would you believe me if i said i wrote this in a single night as a warm-up? idk how much further i'm gonna go from here but at least i got this far. it's been, what, years now? I got actual fanart for Frostburn while I was gone. Too lazy to link it here but if you know where to look then you'll find it. My first fanart, and it's of the dragon-fucking. I am proud.

in case anyone is wondering, i'm back cause i'm taking a break from my main priority fic, which is on a different account that i will Not be linking here. you will Never know my main

this is a STUPID prompt that ive been thinking about for a long time so i figured it'd be suitable for a good return. sweet and simple. I Know You Love That Shit Mayn

idk what i'm gonna do next, most likely keep working on the next chap of Dragon-Layer, since i've been touching that on and off for a long while but never make much meaningful progress. hopefully that will change now.