Chapter 4. Mates

During the next day they mostly dozed next to each another. At some point awake, they sniffed each other out with deep intakes of breath, as if the smells had to satisfy a deep hunger. They were caked in dust, so they went to the nearby stream to take a bath. After that they unhurried licked each other, transferring their personal scent again and giving pleasure. I saw how it aroused them, but they did not have the energy to mate yet.

It gave me the opportunity to look at the dragoness more closely. With regard to dragons, there is hardly a difference between male and female, and so it was with them. Her body was slightly more rounded, the tail maybe a bit shorter. The biggest difference were the earflaps. The middle ones were shorter than those of Toothless. In total she was just slightly smaller, but then again, Toothless had probably grown to the full as he had hardly known periods of starvation.

But her eyes were the same as his, the same green jewels, her pupils more dilated than before as she had become more at ease with her unusual mate. She wasn't at ease completely yet, stealing glances at his maimed tail, still being uneasy about it. I filled my eyes with the sight of this other Night Fury. Lucky for me she hardly took notice of the surroundings, and she didn't need to, not one animal came nearby. So she did not notice my smell or the occasional snap of a branch when I sneaked around to keep downwind. Indeed, when they rested and were quiet, I hardly dared to move a muscle. I was very sleepy myself, as the noisy dragons woke me up again and again. But I was afraid to fall asleep and snore, the dragoness might hear me in the quiet of the day.

When the night fell, they started all over again, but without the fierceness of the previous night. They didn't scream anymore, but voiced all sorts of crooning sounds. The dancing ebbed away, but the sinuous movements intensified. They caressed each other intensely with head, tongue and body until it peaked in mating again and again. They were more at ease with each other now. In the early morning light I saw them sharing glances and blowing soft breaths at one another.

During the day, between naps, mostly cuddled up in one heap of scaly hide, they became ever more playful. Patting each other, rolling over at the slightest touch. She lazily scratched his hide which sent shivers of pleasure through him. He nibbled her ears, sending her into bliss. Sometimes, when they both seemed asleep, their wings lazily played together. Or their tails would touch and wriggle. Because, to my delight, that morning the dragoness had come to accept his maimed tail.

She had looked at his tail again, openly observing it. Toothless had lain motionless, suddenly tense and depressed under her scrutinizing gaze. She then started to sniff and nuzzle the end of his tail, where one half of the tailfin had gone. She lifted her head to look at Toothless: his posture radiated shame, head flat on the ground, eyes closed. She then curled her own tail around her body and with it tapped the tip of his tail. No response. Then wriggled her tail under his and lifted it, this time having her mate send her an alarmed look before laying his head down again.

She let the tail slip and stood a moment in thought. Then positioned herself on her back next to him with her head next to his. With a flick of her tail she had his tail on her chest and grabbed it with her forepaws. She started to lick it, starting at the base of the fin that was still there, then working the whole fin carefully with long, slow licks. After that she shot a quick glance at the big head next to hers. No response, his body all taut. Then she started at the base of the missing fin. Now he started to tremble. She however moved on to the scar where the fin had been ripped off. As she licked the irregular seam over and over, he could not contain it any longer and his mighty body started to heave as in big, silent sobs. Do dragons cry, then? She stopped to lick and with a sigh relaxed. She just held his tail onto her chest with her forepaws, closed her eyes and let him go through his emotions.

After a while his body started to relax until he lay quite still and she lifted her paws from his tail. There it lay, limp and lifeless. She tilted her head slightly to look at his face and nudged him until his eyes cracked open. She returned to looking at the tail tip and then suddenly whacked it with her tongue. No response. Again she whacked it. Now the tip curled up. She then opened her mouth wide -gorgeous pinks against the black- and waved her tongue invitingly. His eyes flew wide open, looking from her broad pink tongue to his tail tip. One hesitant move, then the tip was on the hunt, chasing her tongue, exploring the roof of her mouth, making her giggle. But with his big tailfin in the way, he could enter her mouth only so far and started to show signs that he would love to stick something else of him in a different place. He was spent, however, and unable to move. She took that as an opportunity to have fun and didn't waste a heartbeat. She darted just out of his reach and then, a smirk on her face, lounged on her side. She lazily rolled over and let him roast in his lust at the sight of her. But when he panted heavily, she returned to him, banged him on the head with hers, snuggled up and before long they both were snoring softly.

In the late afternoon the dragoness was the first to get active again. She toyed with the lazy bulk of her mate, sniffed him all out again and prodded him here and there, which extracted happy grunts from him. Engaged, she shoved him flat on his belly. Then she mounted him, for a change letting him have all of her weight, while flapping her wings and shifting this way and that to get a hold. He thoroughly enjoyed it, judged by the long-lasting moans that escaped him.

Becoming ever more thrilled with this game, she got off, pushed him over on his back and started to mount him again. This proved to be more difficult, because of their dome shaped chests. However, intent on the job she worked her way up. Her careful movements sent her mate into bliss: paws waving limply in the air, head resting upside-down on the ground. But she slid down. After giving herself a good shake, she tried to get on top with a dive, which made him go OOFF, but now she rolled off. Immensely pleasured by it all, he invited her to try again. This time he supported her body with his paws and folded his wings around her to secure her. When she was up, precariously balancing, their genitals must have touched, because they both started to scream. It made them topple over at once. Her mate had no difficulty finishing the job and, screaming both like they did the first night, they mated to satisfaction.

I never saw Toothless happier than when he lay on his back again afterwards, wide awake, with the head of his slumbering mate on his belly. He tried to lay motionless for her, but simply had to move. So he quietly stretched one paw after another, flexed and closed his claws, swished the tip of his tail and rubbed his upside-down head against the soil. Then he tilted his head to get a peek at her, only to sigh so deeply that her head bobbed on his belly. This caused her to open an eye and close it again with a huff. Unable to be noiseless any longer he started to purr in a low-pitched rumble, which made the dragoness drowsily give a lick at her rumbling pillow.

That night at times they lay tightly pressed together, then again quietly folded themselves around each other in every way possible. There could not be any part of their bodies left that had not been pressed and caressed. Every now and again he would mount her, but they mated less and less. It was as if the weight of Toothless on top of her was enough for the dragoness, and the feel of her body under him satisfying enough for him. They now uttered soft sounds, as if they quietly talked all night. And maybe they did, for all I know?