Winter x Ruby
Winter took in the cool breeze as he flew across mountains dividing the Sand and Sky Kingdoms, and sighed happily. The air was cooler here, so high up - a nice refresher after his stint in the desert. Not quite as cold as the Ice Kingdom or Sanctuary, but cool enough that he wasn't feeling exhausted and gross as he made his way to the Sky Palace. It had been a long flight up here, but he didn't mind - putting a little distance between him and the Sand Palace could only be a good thing for now, and it gave Winter time to think and process his night with Thorn.
Sunny's mom was a lot more... intense than he would've thought. Winter would've preferred his first time with a Sandwing being someone more gentle and submissive (like, say, Qibli), but Thorn gave him a taste of what being with a powerful, dominant dragoness was like. It was fun, if a little scary, and part of him wouldn't have minded if he got to see her again after she had an egg with Smolder. Maybe next time he'd get more than claw and tail.
Enough, you foolish wyrm, He thought, shaking his head as he prepared to land, Thorn is behind you now. All you should be thinking about now is how to serve Queen Ruby. I'm one step closer to going home. I can't afford to get lovesick over every Queen I sleep with.
Winter landed in the middle of the Skywing Palace, where he was promptly surrounded and met by several guards. After showing his paperwork and credentials, they escorted him inside, leading him into the throne room, just as the Queen was wrapping up a session of Court. A dozen or so Skywings and Sandwings came walking out, likely making their case about one of the border settlements between the two kingdoms. Winter had been following some of the developments in Phyrrian Politics, even after his banishment - Princes might not ever get to rule, but royalty was still expected to follow the affairs of the world, and provide Princesses and Queens with their own insights and expertise.
Not that I'm here to advise Ruby on how to handle border disputes, He thought wryly, Nothing kills a romantic mood quicker than statecraft.
When everyone finally left, the guards escorted him inside, bringing him before the thrones. He was finally able to get a good look at the new Skywing Queen, and what he saw took his breath away.
Winter had never really thought of Skywings as "beautiful" before. They were loud and violent, stubborn and grumpy, but definitely not beautiful. Ruby, however, was absolutely the exception to that rule. Deep, dark red scales the color of blood covered her body, their glossy surface reflecting the light that shone like a spotlight on her. High cheekbones helped give her face and head a diamond shape, complimenting a long, graceful neck. An equally long and graceful tail curled around her feet, swishing lazily in thought. She wore a large necklace, which Winter remembered hid her alternate self, Tourmaline. And her eyes... Winter felt himself stop in his tracks, as her golden-orange eyes met his across the hall. They twinkled with recognition, and she offered a gentle smile that sent the icy prince's heart aflutter.
She's just as beautiful as Moon, Winter realized.
On the smaller throne sat Prince Cliff, the two year old dragonet and only child of the Queen. Golden-orange eyes widened in surprise, and the little red dragonet looked eagerly to Ruby as he cried, "Mommy look, your new boyfriend's here!"
Time stopped at those words. Behind him, the guards coughed and snickered. Winter froze, feeling his cheeks burn a bright blue. He couldn't tell if Ruby was blushing, but her smile twisted into an amused smirk as she glanced at her son.
"Cliff," She chided, her voice regal and almost melodic, "Remember what we talked about yesterday. You can't just go around saying things like-"
But the young prince had already left his seat, quickly walking up to Winter and barraging him with questions. "Hi, I'm Cliff! Are you a prince like me? I hope you're nice, all my uncles are meanies! What's it like being an Icewing? Can you spit out ice cubes like I breathe fire? You look so pretty, I wish I could be an Icewing!"
Winter remembered his brother Hailstorm, as he shifted out of the cursed form of Pyrite. Forced to spend years enchanted as another dragon, to be something antithetical to all things Icewings. And yet, as he talked to him on the way home, it seemed like his brother missed being another person. "I don't think it's so bad being a Skywing," He said once, "You feel so warm with all that fire in your belly, and it's so much easier flying around. I could fly forever on my wings." Hailstorm never talked about what it was like being a dragoness or a Scarlet-stan, but then again Winter never got the chance before he had to leave. Hopefully, he'd get the chance to.
"Um, hello?" Winter said, after gathering his thoughts, "My name is Winter. Yes, I am a prince - or at least, I was. And I guess being an Icewing can be... pretty cool?"
The Icewing cringed internally, realizing he just pulled a Qibli with a dumb pun. Cliff blinked, then smiled and laughed.
"You're funny," The dragonet declared, "I like you!"
Winter found himself smiling back, in spite of himself. For all of his youthful lack of a filter, he was downright adorable. He couldn't stay annoyed at him for long, public embarrassment or not. Cliff glanced back at his mother, then back at Winter, and motioned for him to lean close. Playing along, he complied. The Skywing covered their heads with his wing, and spoke with a whisper that was still too loud to be a whisper.
"Can you and mommy have a boy egg?" He asked sweetly, "She says I need a sister to run the kingdom so I don't have to, but I always wanted a little brother. If I had a brother who had fire breath and ice breath, that would be so amazing!"
Winter found himself torn between being embarrassed that this dragonet was innocently asking him to breed his mom, and finding it cute that he thought the Icewing could grant him this wish like he was some holiday-themed spirit. As much as he wanted to tell him that wasn't how "the birds and the bees" worked, Winter found that he couldn't make himself say no to that eager, sincere expression on Cliff's face.
How would Qibli and Moon handle this?
Fully aware that the guards were right next to him, yet also speaking to a child, Winter said, "Well, that's really up to your mother. BUT, if you keep behaving yourself and focus on your studies, then maybe if you're lucky, something special will happen. How does that sound?"
There. No solid commitment, plenty of wiggle room, putting responsibility off him and onto him and Ruby, but still open to interpretation. By the way Cliff's face lit up, it was more than enough to convince the young prince. He danced a little jig, bouncing in front of the Icewing.
"Yaaay!" Cliff cheered, hopping around Winter, "I'm gonna get a bro-ther! I'm gonna get a bro-ther! I'm gonna get a-"
"Cliff," Ruby chided sternly, finally leaving her throne, "Have you finished all your schoolwork?" The Prince's wings drooped, and he shook his head.
"Why don't you head back to the hatchery?" She suggested, "You can work together with your friends there. Winter and I have things we need to discuss." Cliff nodded, and took off for the hall behind them.
"Bye mom!" He called out, "Bye, Prince Winter!" Winter watched him run down the hall, smiling in spite of himself. Cute kid, He thought, as he lost sight of him, I'm sure he'll grow up to be a fine king someday. When he turned back around, Queen Ruby had closed the distance between them, until she was right up in front of him. It was only now, up close, that he realized how tall she was - easily a head above him, or almost Glacier's height.
"Sorry about that," Ruby sighed, shaking her head, "He overheard some of our conversations before you came. He's been asking me for a brother for a month now."
"It's... fine," Winter said, trying to focus again, "I'm sure he's just excited. I know he doesn't mean anything by it."
"Exactly. Don't worry, My Prince. I have no intention of having more dragonets right now. All you have to worry about during your stay is enjoying yourself, and showing me the benefits of a stronger working relationship between the Icewings and Skywings." The way she emphasized "benefits" and gave him a playful wink made Winter's heart flutter nervously.
Out of the corners of his vision, the guards shifted from side to side, uncomfortable with the whole conversation. Ruby glanced up at them, rolling her eyes in exasperation.
"Why don't we go and meet with the rest of my advisors?" She offered, extending her wing, "There's much to discuss, I'm sure."
They spent the next hour or so talking with Ruby's advisors, covering all manner of subjects that would effect both of their realms. Winter was impressed by just how smart Ruby was. It seemed obvious when one thought about it - of course a Queen would be highly intelligent, even with the Skywings - but the Prince was thankful that he'd studied up on all the prominent points of intertribal relations before starting his quest. In a strange way, talking with Ruby reminded Winter of his conversations with Moon. She was no mindreader or seer, but she was clever and funny, and despite only having known her for a few hours, he found himself relaxed around her, like he would around his friends in the Winglet.
"...So you can understand our interests with the coal deposits within the Ice Kingdom," One dorky-looking Skywing was saying, as the meeting was drawing to a close, "It would be a great boon for us and our efforts at manufacturing, and-"
"Remember, Cloud," Ruby chided the advisor, "Winter is only a goodwill ambassador. He has no authority to make deals, only advise us and his Queen."
"I'll be sure to relay your request to Queen Snowfall," Winter assured him, "I know our artisans would love to get their paws on some iron." This seemed to mollify the advisors, who smiled and nodded as if they accomplished something.
"If there are no further questions," Ruby announced, standing up from the table they were all gathered around, "I think that'll wrap things up for today. If you'll excuse us, I'll escort our young guest to his quarters for the night." The advisors glanced at each other skeptically, not exactly buying her story. Winter glanced between them and the Queen, before standing up and following her out of the meeting room. As they left the room and got out of earshot, Ruby turned back to the Prince, looking at him appraisingly.
"Do you even have a guest room for me?" Winter asked.
"We do," Ruby said playfully, "But I'm afraid my servants have been slacking lately. it might be a few hours before your room is ready." She turned to face him, a mischievous smirk on her muzzle that wouldn't be out of place on Kinkajou.
Catching on, Winter nodded in understanding. "Well, I can't be expected to wait around and sleep in the halls," He said, taking on a more aristocratic tone, "This simply will not do."
"So then, young drake," Ruby asked, taking a new, seductive tone, "How would you like to spend the night with me?"
Winter could feel his cheeks warm to a deep blue. Forcing himself to maintain his gaze, he swallowed nervously, and nodded. "It would be an honor, My Queen."
"Please," She purred, a gentle paw caressing his neck, "When it's just us, call me Ruby."
"Of, of course, Ruby," He said, shivering under her touch, "Lead the way."
Winter followed the larger Skywing down the halls of the palace, occasionally looking around to make sure no one was watching them. His gaze, however, was mainly focused on Ruby's rear, and the subtle, seductive sway she gave as she walked. Her thighs had the slightest jiggle with each step, the movements of her tail oddly hypnotizing. Once, she glanced back and noticed him staring. By the time he noticed she noticed, her tail had risen just enough to catch a glimpse of a pinkish-red slit between her legs.
"See anything you like?" Ruby teased. Winter sputtered out a quick apology and looked away, hoping that the dim light was enough to hide his embarrassment.
"It's alright," She assured him, her voice taking a seductive purr, "It's just us back here. You can be honest with your desires when you're with me."
"I understand, Your Ma- I mean, Ruby," Winter said, "It's just, I'm still new to all this, and Queen Thorn was... rather intense."
"Oh is she, now?" The Skywing giggled, a musical lilt to her voice, "I shouldn't be surprised. She was a warlord before she took the throne. The Scorpion's Den has a reputation for being very 'open-minded' if you have the gold. But don't you worry, my prince, I'll be gentle."
"That's what she said," He muttered.
Eventually, they came upon the Queen's chambers. It was more lavish than Thorn's, a remnant of Scarlet's taste for luxury. Everything was in various shades of red and orange and gold - from the drawers and desk, to the lounging couches and chairs, to the curtains of the balcony, and the large bed adorned with silk sheets just imported from Pantala. Winter couldn't quite put a talon on it, but something about the whole vibe just felt more welcoming and inviting than Thorn's place.
"Do you like it?" Ruby asked, glancing over to him as she went to a drawer, taking off her jewelry one by one.
"It's lovely," Winter admitted, taking it all in, "There's not a lot of color back in the Ice Kingdom. Everything's some shade of white or blue."
"It does give a warm aesthetic," She said, climbing onto her bed, "Though I suppose adding a little white and blue would make everything pop a little more, don't you think?"
Winter stopped, as he took in the Skywing Queen in her natural beauty. Her deep red scales caught the candlelight across her gorgeous body, dancing and flickering like stars. She stretched her long, muscular wings and limbs out, looking so much like a giant red cat. Like Thorn she was bigger than him, though her frame was longer and thinner. Winter felt his cheeks warm and his heart thud, taking in a sight few ever get to witness.
Noticing his gaze, Ruby gave him a playful smile, shifting aside and lifting a wing by way of invitation. "Care to join me?" She asked teasingly, "Don't worry, I don't bite... unless you want me to."
Winter swallowed, feeling more and more like a mouse under an eagle's gaze. Cautiously, he climbed into bed with her, having enough room to comfortably slide underneath her wing, close enough to feel the warmth of her scales. As he tried to get comfortable, he was hit by Ruby's scent - woodsmoke and cinnamon, with a subtle undertone of feminine arousal. Maybe it was just because she was more friendly and less intense, but Winter thought she smelled better than Thorn. She rested her large wing across his back, and both of them shuddered, though for different reasons.
"Spirits, you really are cold," She murmured, readjusting her wing. Glancing at him, her lips quirked up slightly in an almost embarrassed smile. "Forgive me, I've never touched your kind before. Not like this."
"It won't be a problem, will it?" He asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
"I don't think so. Your scales are cool, but not freezing. Besides, I'm sure there are some parts of you that are very warm." She giggled, brushing against his blushing blue cheeks with her nose. Noticing how flustered he looked, she took Winter's paw in her own. "I hope I'm not going too fast for you. We can take things slow if this is becoming too much."
"No, you're fine," Winter assured her, squeezing her paw back, "If anything, you've been slower and gentler than Thorn was. I wouldn't mind doing this, if you want."
Ruby smiled, her eyes twinkling as she started leaning closer. For a moment, Winter found himself back in the Rainforest, back when he almost kissed Moon. His first crush couldn't be more different from the Queen before him, but the feeling in his chest, the heat of the moment (and his crotch) was very much the same. He closed his eyes and leaned in to meet her, and Icewing and Skywing lips met for the first time.
Her lips were soft and smooth and warm, like the gentle caress of heat from a fire. Not as good as Moon's, but only because the Nightwing was a prize he coveted above all else. Her scent was stronger now, her presence powerful yet delicate. She could easily overpower him at any moment, but her aura was one of comfort and tenderness - not going any further than he'd let her, and taking care of him every step of the way.
Winter felt her tongue brush against his lower lip and teeth, asking permission to be let in. The Icewing opened his mouth, his tongue meeting hers as they wrestled and mated in his maw. She tasted of cinnamon and fire, with hints of wine and the roasted cow they had for lunch. Ruby leaned against him, and he let her push him down, rolling onto his back as she laid atop him. Her paw held the side of his face, her tongue expertly exploring every inch of his mouth.
Winter closed his eyes, reveling in the bliss. He wrapped his arms around her long neck, holding her close enough to feel her heartbeat matching his. Her scales were warm - not like the desert sun with Thorn, but like a comforting fire on stormy night. He felt the tip of her wingclaw trace the line where his wing met his body, and he shuddered and yelped, reflexively pushing her away.
"I'm sorry," She said quickly, a line of saliva still connecting them, "Did I hurt you?"
"No!" He replied, perhaps a bit louder and more forcefully than he intended, "I mean… I've never been touched there before. You surprised me, that's all. You can touch me again."
She nodded, pressing her lips to his neck in a series of gentle kisses. Her claw traced the line of skin and scales, slower and more gently now. Winter bit his lip, trying and failing to restrain the whimpers coming from him. Encouraged, Ruby pinned his wings down with her own, using a paw to continue rubbing him. Her lips and tongue were complimented by her teeth, gently nibbling on his shoulder. The Icewing gasped, unable to hold back as his hips lifted upward against her's.
Something hard and warm and delightful rubbed between their bellies. They stopped and looked down.
"Oh my," Ruby said, a toothy grin gracing her muzzle, "So that's what an Icewing's penis looks like." In less than a minute, Winter's blue eggbeater was already half-erect and growing quickly. It throbbed and tapped against her warm belly, leaving little streaks of precum. "May I?"
Winter nodded permission. The Queen scooted down, his member bumping her chest as she slid down the bed. She stopped as she towered over his drakehood, close enough for her hot breath to tickle sensitive flesh. He watched as the Skywing came within a scale's breadth of his tip, inhaling his scent with an almost dreamlike expression.
"This may come as a surprise to you," Ruby said, a naughty smirk gracing her muzzle, "But I love cocks." She pushed his dick onto her nose, rubbing the sides with her talons and lips. Winter shuddered, watching the Queen of the Skywings close her eyes and rub his member against her face.
"When I was just entering puberty," She continued, "I caught my mother with a pair of her favorite gladiators. I got a glimpse of their big, hard drakehoods, and saw how she became a desperate, needy whore as they came on her. If those two sticks of pink and red flesh could leave her quivering and howling, I knew they had to be special."
The Skywing Queen pressed his cock against her muzzle like a cat playing with a catnip toy, humming and purring as her scales rubbed against sensitive flesh. Winter gasped with pleasure, overwhelmed by the moment.
"Some nights," Ruby crooned, "I'd fantasize about having every male guard and gladiator gathered in the throne room, and having every single dick all to myself. I'd pleasure myself to the thought of sucking each and every one off, or getting covered in their cum, or being filled with their seeds."
Winter moaned lustfully, imagining this beautiful Queen servicing a dozen horny Skywings. A thick drop of precum dripped onto her nose, and her whole body shuddered as she rubbed it into her scales with his penis.
"You smell so good," She murmured, kissing along the underside of his length, "Like mint and musk. If I'd known you Icewings were so delicious, I would've saved a few of the prisoners for my chambers."
Winter hardly registered those words, as Ruby took his whole cock in her mouth. Dragons could already take an entire cock in their snouts easily enough, but Ruby moved her lips and tongue with the skill and grace of a professional. The Icewing closed his eyes, letting himself relax as he enjoyed the Queen's work. His paw went to her horn, more to hold onto something than to control her. The Skywing hummed and purred in approval, her head bobbing faster.
"Oh, Ice Wyrm," He moaned, doing his best to hold back the urge to thrust into her royal mouth.
"Is that what you call this thing?" Ruby teased, pulling back to catch a breath. She gazed down at the slick, glistening girth that twitched before her, licking away another bead of precum. "You're bigger than most Skywings your age. I bet you'll become a monster in a few years."
"I'm bigger than-OHFFFFFFUUUCK!" She took him again, firmly holding his thighs down as started sucking him again. As her tongue rolled around his dick, one of her thumbs rubbing circles around his tailvent. Never having been touched there - never knowing that such a part of him could feel so sensitive and so good - Winter felt himself losing control, his approaching orgasm building more and more.
"Ruby!" He cried out, struggling against the larger dragon's strength, "I think, I'm about to, about to-"
Instinct took over. Winter pulled her horns down, forcing the Queen's snout against his crotch. He bucked into her mouth, growling lustfully as he thrusted hard and fast. A few seconds later, he hilted himself in her muzzle, roaring as he came. He reared his head back and blasted out a shot of ice breath, letting snow rain down upon them. Jets of warm, virile cum shot into Ruby's mouth, coating her tongue and spraying the back of her throat. Despite being suddenly held down against his crotch, she held her breath, closing her eyes as she savored his taste and swallowed his seed. Winter held her down as he rode out his climax for several seconds, growling and whimpering as the last drops of his jizz drizzled onto her tongue before releasing her.
Winter gasped for breath, watching helplessly as Ruby raised her head up to his. Her mouth was open, revealing a tongue covered in white. She closed and swallowed dramatically, licking her lips as she batted her eyes at the Icewing.
"You taste delicious," The Skywing purred, "Like a salty candycane. I'd have you cum in my mouth every night, if you wanted to."
Winter blushed a bright blue, whimpering as she nuzzled his neck and purred like a giant cat. He just laid there, stunned yet relieved, as the Queen hummed and stroked his chest, having enjoyed giving him head as much as he did getting it. I didn't even know 'nesses could enjoy sucking a dick, Winter thought in wonder, letting himself raise a paw and pet at the larger dragon's neck.
"I take it that Thorn didn't service you like I have?" Ruby asked playfully, batting her eyes at the Prince. Winter shook his head.
"That was amazing," He complimented her, "You were amazing, Ruby."
"You flatter me, My Prince," She giggled, "But now it's your turn to return the favor. Tell me, did they teach the royal males how to give massages in the Ice Kingdom?"
"Of course," Winter said, "Aside from etiquette and law, caring for our partner's ills and injuries is one of the most important things we learn. I even worked as a masseuse in Possibility for a few weeks, when I was saving up to buy a house." Every now and then, the Icewing would mentally kick himself for not thinking of showing off that skill on Moon or Qibli when he had a chance. He was confident that if he ever got to work his paws over their tired back or aching wings, they would've easily fallen for him.
"Then perhaps you'd be so kind as to demonstrate those abilities for me?" She scooted away from him, stretching out her long body across the bed. "These past few days have been very stressful, and I could use some strong, cool paws across my back to knead out those aching muscles."
Winter swallowed, staring into the warm, welcoming eyes of the 'ness who just blew him. He nodded in assent, getting up and straddling her warm back. Ruby shivered under the touch of his scales, but didn't move away. He placed his paws over neck, gently squeezing along the spines and red scales. He took his time, slowly working back and down, making sure to work every muscle on her back and in her wings.
"What happened to Cliff's father?" He asked, after working in silence for about a minute. Winter hadn't noticed Ruby's tail had been wagging until he felt it stop. Knowing he was approaching a sensitive subject, he quickly added, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I understand-"
"No, it's fine," She said, only tensing for a moment before she sighed. After a time, she began, "His name was Inferno. He was one of mother's guards, and he was the most handsome and sweetest drake I've ever met. We started seeing each other as soon as I was of age, and we loved each other very, very much. He didn't treat me like some fragile princess or Scarlet's daughter - he treated me as, well, me. He was everything I could want in a boyfriend, and I gladly took him as I'll take you again and again. The day I told him I was with Cliff's egg was the happiest day of his life, and I knew Inferno would've made a terrific dad - just like I'm sure you will be someday."
The last part gave them both pause - Winter with the implication, Ruby with bittersweet memories. With a sigh, Ruby continued talking, and Winter kept working. "Mother found out about us, and she didn't like it one bit. She accused him of treason, of trying to turn me against her. She sent him to fight Icewing after Icewing after Icewing in that forsaken arena, and when he was barely able to stand, she sent Peril in and..." She caught herself, stopping before she let herself start crying before her guest.
"I'm sorry." Winter said, letting his tail brush against hers. He remembered his fight against Peril, feeling his scales and flesh burn away until he was on death's door. If Turtle hadn't turned out to be an Animus, he would've died that day, without ever seeing Moon and Qibli again. With Darkstalker still alive. With Icewings and Nightwings still at war. He knew Peril wasn't truly evil, and they made amends in the time since he left Jade Academy, but he still felt a nervous shiver at the thought of how close he was to suffering that fate.
"It's alright," Ruby sighed, shifting under the careful touch of the Icewing, "I see his face every day in Cliff. He's so much his father's son. He's going to make some 'ness so happy, just as I know you will, Winter."
Winter kept rubbing her muscles quietly, not knowing what to say. It was kind of sweet to hear her talk about her son, but to mention him in the same breath as Cliff? It made him feel... special. Sure, that dragoness wouldn't be Moon, but now that he was free, he could find happiness with anyone now. Had Kinkajou shown interest in him, before he left the school? Wasn't Ruby showing interest now?
He reached the base of her tail, which lifted itself upon his touch. Winter's eyes went wide, as he got a proper view of a Royal Skywing Pussy. The glimpses up to this point had been fleeting, teasing even. Now, however, he was getting a full view of her, and it was amazing. Her lips were puffy and pink, dewdrops of arousal dancing in the light. As he lifted her tail, it winked at him, beckoning him closer as he was struck by a wave of feminine arousal. Even her tail vent looked hot, the puckered sphincter moist from her juices.
"So?" Ruby prompted, looking seductively back at him, "Are you just going to stare at my pussy all night, or do you want to return the favor and have some fun?" She wiggled her butt for emphasis, dewdrops landing on the sheets.
Instinct told him to mount her and start humping her then and there, but Winter stopped himself. Instead, he got down low, breathing in her scent like a fine bouquet. His tongue went out like it had a mind of its own, and he got the first taste of a ness's nectar. He feared that it'd taste foul like piss, but to his surprise, it was oddly sweet and spicy, like a sweet tea with a jalapeño slice. Not that it mattered all that much, as the sounds Ruby made her taste like the sweet nectar of the spirits. He licked at her again, and again, pressing a little harder and licking a little deeper each time.
"Oh, yes," Ruby gasped, tail rising even higher, "That's it. Taste every bit of me, young prince. Please your queen. Savor your mate before you claim her."
Winter didn't need encouragement. He'd already gotten down to his belly, spreading her cheeks nice and wide as he explored her depths. His tongue flicked across her sensitive clit, earning fresh juice as the Skywing shuddered. He wouldn't have thought licking at a dragon's backside would've been so fun or tasty, but he found himself enjoying every moment of it. He felt her walls contract around his tongue, Ruby whimpering with each lick or wiggle. He kept going, harder and faster, as her moans became louder, her walls clenching harder and her pussy wetter and tastier.
"Oh Winter!" She cried, pushing back against his muzzle, "Please, don't stop! I'm so close! I'm so close I, I, ooOOOOHHHFFFFUUUUCK!" Ruby roared, her wings flared out with pleasure and triumph. A jet of flame shot up, illuminating the room as her whole body shuddered. Winter got a mouthful of Skywing femcum, sweet and spicy and far more delightful than he could've imagined. He kept licking, making sure not a single drop touched the sheets. Still, he had the good sense not to overwhelm even a big, tough queen, and pulled back as she started coming down from cloud nine.
"You enjoy yourself, my queen?" He asked playfully, licking his lips clean. Ruby hummed happily and loudly, her pussy winking and her tail caressing his sides.
"You have a most talented tongue, my young prince," Ruby praised, looking back at him, "Now it's time for your reward."
Winter's cock twitched at those words. Glancing back and forth between her sultry gaze and her winking pussy, he swallowed her taste as he got into position. He climbed over her hips, feeling the heat radiate off her scales, as angled his dick at her slit. Their bodies shivered as his tip touched her lips. Her tail brushed up against his, and that was all the permission he needed. He leaned in and pressed harder. After a few tantalizing seconds, her folds parted, and he slid inside.
Winter moaned loudly and lewdly, barely able to hold himself up. Never in his life had he ever felt something so wet, so warm, so tight. It was easily the greatest feeling he'd ever felt in his life, and it only grew and grew in intensity as he slid further and further in. By the time he managed to hilt himself in her tight cunt, he rested his head against her neck, doing everything he could not to pass out from the pleasure. This put Thorn's little tailjob to shame, and even the earlier blowjob was nearly eclipsed by this moment.
"Holy shit," He grunted, holding her tightly, "This feels amazing! I've never felt anything this good before!"
"You're a drake now, My Prince," Ruby moaned, "Claim me. Use me to your heart's content! Cum in me!"
At that point, Winter didn't think he could stop himself even if he wanted to. His hips began to move with a mind of their own, squelching against her soaked walls and lips as he moved back and forth, back and forth. He held her tight, his crotch slapping against her ass with each stroke. As much as he'd want to stretch this out and make this last, the pressure building between his loins was too great, and he felt his edge approaching fast. He went faster, becoming feral, grunting and growling with lustful vigor.
Unable to hold back, he hilted himself deep into her cunt, and came. He reared his head back and roared, breathing a blast of ice onto the ceiling. Ruby moaned, as she felt warm, thick cream splash against her walls, filling her with his seed. Her tail coiled around his, holding him in place as he kept bucking into her, the throws of his orgasm overwhelming him. He held her tight enough to leave little pinpricks across her waist, his whole world shrinking down to the blissful twitching of his cock her heavenly pussy. When he came down from cloud 9, he was laying atop her back, sighing contentedly, feeling Ruby purr beneath him.
"Enjoying yourself?" She giggled, reflexively squeezing his length. Winter could only grunt in the affirmative, his cock softening and sliding out of her snatch. Feeling him go limp, the Skywing spun around and took him in her arms, wrapping her wings around him like a big blanket.
"Rest well," Ruby whispered, kissing his cool forehead, "We're going to have a long busy day tomorrow..."