Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan
Chapter 10 - Explorations by Kirkmenistan
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Jet slowly started to warm up after a less severe winter. Red was still comfortably snuggled up against him. He spent some time watching her sleeping against his body. Eyeing her beautiful scales, how they shimmered in the half light that diffused through his wing. How her spikes were coloured from the red of her scales to the white bone of old skeletons. Her claws lightly curling and viciously sharp. Her powerful flight muscles underneath her hide.
She was exquisite.
Jet spent some time watching her awake slowly. The warmer environment causing her to stir. Her eyes flickering open. Watching as she changed from the oxygen deprived primitive brain of hibernation to the more intellectual brain of a dragon on the cusp of maturity. She started to growl at him, but this wasn't an aggressive growl, far from it. It's tone was deep and soft. More of a purr than a growl. She slowly moved her head to his, licking his face clean of any things that may have made it dirty over the sleep. She was acting differently as well. Rather than just thanking him and being on her way, she was actively cleaning him. It felt good, being looked after a bit. Jet's memory vividly flashed to the 'Alpha', being dominated. He didn't want that, but this… this was nice. Jet grumbled in appreciation for what she was doing. He would be careful not to let her dominate him, lest he become like that... thing, but as long as she knew who was in charge he would accept this.
After a while, Jet's stomach announced that it needed feeding. Jet arose from his position. On the other side of the cave there would be some frozen pieces of meat.
Redclaw did not feel that this was a good idea. She wasn't finished with him yet.
Jet was confused. Redclaw had gone from being totally platonic, bar snuggling for warmth with the odd lick of thanks, but now here she was, rubbing herself against him. Rubbing his scent on her and visa versa.
q73; Honestly, its like you want me to mate with you. D
Redclaw perked up instantly, growling with joy. Jet's mind cast itself back to when he was still learning the dragon language. He could understand the general subject of the conversation, but didn't understand it all the way through.
Then, his mind awoke, flashing back to a most embarrassing moment the previous year, when the elder had seen fit to tell him of all things mating.
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The elder greatly enjoyed the shifty demeanour of his student. Granted he knew vaguely of what he spoke of, but it was fun. How many times do you get to single handedly, to borrow a phrase, rob a young dragon of any and all innocence he may have?
q73; Now Jet, let's talk about stimulating a dragon's ears D
Jet's ears unconsciously flattened to his skull.
The elder laughed. This never got old!
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q73; Wait. You want me to mate with you, don't you? D
Again, she growled, but now with impatience. Halting the rubbing she walked forwards and crouched low, moving her tail to the side. Presenting herself to a male for the first time in her life. Slowly but surely Jet's organ awoke from it's home, and emerged to the world. slowly padding up to her, unsure if this is what she really wanted. Redclaw swung her head around, licking his snout to comfort him. Encouraging him onwards with soft whines of need. Jet mounted the dragoness in front of him, his organ searching for something to drive into.
As Jet slowly drove forwards the head of his member found purchase, sliding into the female's warmth. Redclaw's growls once again became purrs. He began to nuzzle Redclaw's head, softly nipping her ears, as he continued to slowly pump in and out of her hot, wet, tight, rippling core.
She was his. As this primal instinctual knowledge came over him, he started to feel a vast need for… something. For release…
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Redclaw was hunched with anticipation. She had seen others of her kind being claimed for the first time, they all screamed in pain. Often the male simply lunged upon her, chewing their neck to pieces. He would pump for a few seconds, release his essence, and promptly leave the injured female alone, her purpose filled. His need sated.
There was none of this with Jet. Jet slowly came up to greet her, nuzzling her side. He softly found her core, being carefully not to rush. He slowly stroked her depths. Nibbling her ear. She started to feel a rushing sensation building at her core. It spread, it moved from the core to the ends of her paws, the very tip of her tail, then it reached her brain. She felt her core fluttering around him. What was this sensation? She loved it! She needed more!
Then he changed.
Gone was the soft, kind, caring dragon. In came the instinctual monster. Jet's strokes changed from soft and long to hard and short. The nibbling became downright chewing, but it never became painful, unlike the other... maulings she'd seen. Again, the rushing sensation poured over her again, and again, and again. Until finally Jet roared out his release. She felt a flow of a different kind of hotness within her as he rammed himself as deep into her as he could. That was the final straw. She fell to the ground, knees finally giving in. Jet slipped off her back to the side, exhausted. Redclaw backed herself into his body, enjoying the warmth it gave her. Jet's massive wing instinctively extended, covering her, protecting her.
She had chosen well.
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The elder dragon was awoken by a loud noise. Once his brain had processed the tone and rhythm of the roar, he knew that it was his student. He smirked and slowly returned to his dreams. It was about time those two got together.
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The next day the elder poked his head into Jet's home. He could see Jet and Redclaw curled up next to each other, Jet was awake, slowly licking her ear, trying to bring her to the world of the awakened. When she did wake up she stared up at Jet. Love and devotion in her eyes.
The elder started to laugh. Barely past seven winters and he already has a mate who would be loyal to the glorious end. Only then was he aware that his laugh had entered the cave. Six furious eyes locked onto him. Both shrieking as their privacy was interrupted. The elder couldn't get out of there fast enough as a fireball whizzed past him.
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q73; Please don't tell her yet Elder. D
q73; Why? I would find it rather amusing if you were chased to the death by an angry dragon D
q73; Yes, it would be very amusing, being squashed by my mate. D
Jet's dry comment made the elder laugh.
q73; Look, let's wait until she can speak. After that, we will talk about it. D
q73; She's your mate, my student. It lies upon your neck. D
q73; Thank you for that inspiring advice. D
Deep chuckles filled the cave that night.
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Jet was flying. Hard.
He was currently flying down a canyon, with about two feet of clearance on either side of his wings. He hated this exercise. He had to focus to such a stage that he could fly perfectly through the treacherous air currents of the canyon. To fail would mean breaking his wing, and falling to his death. As he moved to the final stage, he saw the canyon narrow. This bit he really hated. As he approached, his wings folded half way, decreasing their length but doubling their depth. As such his air speed rapidly increased as he lost altitude. As he exited the section his wings slowly moved from their controlled dive position. He had done it. But, had he done it any faster than last time?
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q73; Fourty eight Drips D
The elder had been watching a fairly moist rock next to a waterfall dripping. This was how he measured the time of the course. Sitting next to him was Redclaw. She was starting to learn the language. Although she had yet to grasp any of the subtleties of the language, she got her point across rather nicely.
q73; Faster than before. D
q73; Don't let it get to your head Jet. You can do better. Now get out there and fly it again. D
q73; Elder, what is the fastest that anyone other than Jet has gone around this course? D
q73; I did it in my youth. Fifty Three Drips. D
q73; He beat you! D
q73; Yes he did, and I practiced this course for years. He shouldn't be able to go that fast. D
q73; Then why did you send him out again to go faster if he can't? D
q73; Because I didn't tell him that he couldn't go faster. I've found, that if you don't tell a dragon the limits of what he can and can't do, he will go above and beyond those limits and shatter them because he doesn't know they exist. D
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Once more the mating season descended upon the reserve. The elder suspended the lessons until after the winter because Jet had Redclaw around, and mated females in the mating season were very on edge, and rather protective of their mates. Redclaw described to Jet what it was like before meeting him. Being hounded by wanting suitors, often being forced upon if their need was that great.
Jet remembered the elder's speech about those who actually needed more than they could possibly get. He suggested to Redclaw about using their abode as a sort of Sanctuary for those who wanted to get away from all of the fuss with the males. So Redclaw left Jet in charge of guarding their nest as it had become quite the desirable abode. She would try to convince the others in their own Lost One's tongue. Jet was surprised to hear of this language, but then he learned that it wasn't really a language, just an understanding of body posture and some basic grumbles. He spent his time enlarging the entrance tunnel further, creating a roomy side cave where he could stay and stand guard if they didn't want him in the sleeping area.
After Redclaw returned with the first Female and saw what Jet had done, she had told him very firmly that he was not sleeping in that little hole there, he would join the rest of them in the cave. After all, he was hers, until he found one who she was willing to share him with (though she didn't tell him that last part, he seemed content with just her, but she had her own doubts about her ability to sate his rapidly growing needs). As time progressed, many females in heat entered the cave. This was quite the test on poor Jet's self control, but he couldn't lose it. The high potency of female pheromones permeating the air left the cave via the entrance, several needy males attempted to gain access. Their advances were met with four blazing green eyes, and a rather painful stream of fire. All of the females could see his state of unrest. The bulge in his hide was rather sizeable, and nearly constant. Redclaw was eventually rather pleased with the little side passage. It gave the couple a small amount of privacy as Jet unleashed his needs upon his mate.
The elder females were all rather envious of Redclaw. And the younger dragonesses were rather curious. Those in the cave who had left the season due to the fact that this was their first season and they were afraid didn't know why Redclaw usually fell to the ground after the couple mated.
Those who knew something of the mating experience understood what had happened. They had occasionally been given, by the grace of the experienced elder dragon, the feeling of weak knees to go with the glorious rushing sensation. But for one such as Redclaw to collapse, many shivered with the thoughts of what it would feel like.
They wanted him. Badly.
Eventually the winter came. The number of invading males reduced. They were rather annoyed with the outsiders. The elder had ensnared a most beautiful Norwegian Ridgeback to his cave. The roars of pleasure that erupted from that cave had enough volume and force to shake snow from the trees.
The younger however had secured fifteen of the available females, but they could never catch him off guard, he was always there. Always watching. Always protecting.
When the snow started Jet retreated to the cave. Most of the younger females had already fallen asleep in a bundle towards the rear. Some of the older females had fallen to sleep on their own. But, there by a still conscious Redclaw were four dragonesses. Some were local species; Born to live in the mountains. Others were of a more exotic nature. A Chinese fireball was among them, as well as the Japanese Night Wing,; a species almost identical to their Viking cousin the Night Fury, only they were slightly larger.
Jet commenced to form his usual shelter around Redclaw, but the other dragons were insistent to join them. Eventually, with Red lying against Jet's side, their tails entwined, the others lay next to her, their heads and bodies covered by jet's massive wing, sheltering them from the icy winds that blasted through the entrance. Redclaw's dreams were filled with images of Jet flying with her, and a number of other dragons. Together forever.
Jet's dreams were not so pleasant. Flashes of green light had recently taken to his mindscape. Wizard Magic. Evil Wizard Magic.
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