(Between Brightest Night and Moon Rising, before "Tsunami x Glory" and "Riptide x Deathbringer")
The sun was starting to set behind the many trees of the Rainforest, as the lights within the Rainwing Village began to go out. Soon, the only torches still lit were in the "Queen's Palace", a particularly large treehouse in the center of the settlement. Inside, Glory, newly crowned Queen of the Rainwings, fell onto her bed with a loud sigh, exhausted from yet another day of hard, important work. Between managing the daily problems of the mostly dimwitted Rainwings, the demands of the humbled but still prideful Nightwings, and all the other important matters of the Kingdom, it left her wanting to bash her head against a wall in frustration. Yes, the world was saved thanks to her and her friends (though mostly because of Sunny's surprising amount of heart and determination), but all that seemed like small fruit compared to being an actual Queen.
"Long day, huh?" A deep, suave voice chuckled next to her, as Glory felt a presence settle down next to her in bed. She smiled, flashing yellow as she turned to see a large, handsome Nightwing lying down next to her.
"You have no idea, Deathbringer." She sighed, leaning against her bodyguard and boyfriend. "Does every Queen have it this hard, or are our Tribes just dumber than the rest?"
"Oh, it's not that bad." He insisted. "There's a couple of bright stars out there."
"Yeah, but Kinkajou and Moonwatcher are taking them all to Jade Mountain. At least Grandeur's able to help out, otherwise I'd toss myself into the quicksand with Mastermind."
"Hey, it's not all bad, Glory. At least you have me." The former assassin shot her his best winning smile.
The Rainwing snickered. "Please," She teased, "Don't humor yourself. You're about as useful as Jambu."
Deathbringer recoiled playfully. "Ow! You wound me, my Queen! Surely there's at least one thing I can do better than your brother."
Glory raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what would that be?"
Deathbringer's eyes twinkled, and he leaned in and gave her a kiss. Glory returned it gladly, her tail coiling around his. After the daring battle and escape from the Nightwing Volcano Island, the Dragonet of Destiny and her newfound bodyguard had the chance to sit down and talk out what they wanted out of their relationship. After all the snark and playful banter, both concluded that, while they definitely were up for becoming boyfriend/girlfriend, they were going to take things slow, and focus on running the Rainforest Kingdom, and working things out between the Rainwings and Nightwings. Glory had welcomed him into her bed (to protect her from potential night attacks, of course), but that never went farther than cuddling and sleepy morning kisses. Truth be told, for the past couple months that they'd been together, they hadn't gone farther than makeout sessions and flirty caresses.
Tonight seemed like it might be another one of those nights, as Glory leaned forward, trying to scoot closer. She stopped, as she felt a twinge in her back. She pulled back, wincing.
"What's wrong?" He asked, taking her paw in concern.
"I think I pulled a muscle," The Queen explained, "Showing our troops one of the drills Kestrel taught us in the cave. It's been bothering me all day."
Deathbringer hummed musingly, looking her up and down, as he thought something over. "I think I might know something that can help." He suggested. "Do you mind if I try something on... with you?"
Glory nodded, and he motioned for her to lay flat on her belly, wings outstretched to either side. He crawled over to her side, standing atop her and placing his forepaws onto the base of her neck. He started squeezing and kneading the muscles, the scales underneath turning yellow and pink as the pleasant sensations radiated through her body. The young Rainwing bit back a moan. Three Moons, his paws felt absolutely amazing!
"Hey," She grunted, "What're you doing?"
"I spent some time working in Possibility." He explained, as he started to move further down her spine. "I worked undercover in a spa, where I picked up a few things working for the Mudwing owner. This is called a 'massage'. You like it?"
"Three Moons, I love it!" She praised, her scales turning entirely yellow. "I've never felt anything this good before!"
"Gotta thank my magic claws." He boasted, smiling broadly. "I'm much better than any Animus."
"Don't kid yourself," She chided, "Anyone can rub-" She stopped mid-sentence, as waves of pleasure struck her like an avalanche. Deathbringer pressed his claws into the space between her wings, a spot no one had touched before. He knew from experience that this spot was a very sensitive, erogenous zone for dragons, females especially. He pressed his thumbs on either side of her spine, and Glory gave a deep throaty moan he'd never heard her make before.
"Uh, Glory," He asked, stopping the massage out of concern, "Are you alright?"
"Hmmph, yeah." Glory mumbled, her mind now in a pleasant fog. "Please, keep going."
Deathbringer continued further down her spine, scooting on down all the way to her flank. He sniffed the air, noticing a very familiar scent emanating from his Queen. The scent of arousal. This was something he'd been hoping on for months, but hadn't really pushed. He really did love Glory, and recognized the age and experience gap between the young virgin and himself. She was barely an adult, having spent most of her life in a cave with her friends, her only sexual experience being erotic scrolls and her own paws. He, meanwhile, was double her age, had laid with a male and female of almost every Tribe, and had travelled to almost every corner of Phyrria. But despite the amount sex and one-night stands he's had, the one thing they had in common was that neither had ever made love before. He'd never been with a dragon he cared for as much as Glory.
"Glory," Deathbringer asked, his voice suddenly serious, "Do you want to... go farther, tonight?"
The Rainwing rolled onto her back to look up at him, turning emerald green in surprise, and then deep blue as she thought it over. She'd thought about it, of course - a lot, actually. She knew she wanted to have sex, to have dragonets eventually. She loved Deathbringer more than any other male outside of her friends, and couldn't picture herself doing it with anyone else. It'd just been that between being Queen and everything that'd happened since the rescue mission, either there'd never been a good time for it, or something or someone would come in to interrupt just as things were about to move further. But now? Now there was some compulsion, some instinctive urge to go on, to consummate their relationship as their ancestors have for thousands of years.
"...Yes." She replied, looking deeply into his eyes. "I want this. I'm ready."
"Okay." He smiled, suddenly feeling nervous, almost jittery. "Let's do this."
He leaned down, lifting Glory's chin and giving her a kiss. She returned it, pulling him on top of her. She licked his lips, his teeth, the inside of his mouth. She had plenty of experience making out, at least. Deathbringer was quite the fan of the Rainwing tongue: like their tail, it was extremely flexible, almost prehensile in the way it explored his mouth and wrapped around his tongue. She also tasted fruity, which put her leaps and bounds over the toxic-saliva mouths of a lot of the Nightwings. His free paw went south, exploring her every curve. The rise of her neck, the folds of her wings, the softness of her belly, and finally, the crevasse where her legs and tail met.
The Rainwing gasped, breaking from the kiss. Deathbringer kissed her cheek, and said, "We'll take this slow. If it starts getting to be too much, just tell me to stop, and I'll stop, okay?"
"Have you... Have you done this before?"
"I have... but not with someone I've ever felt like this before. I love you, Glory, and I'll do everything I can to make your first time special."
Glory turned pink. Deathbringer went back to kissing and licking her neck, his claws tracing the delicate edges of her slit. His thumb rubbed the little button of her clitoris, his fingers spreading her fold and circling her canal. She shuttered, her scales rippling and settling into a bright pink. Spirits, how is he doing that? She thought, rubbing the Nightwing's neck, her tail coiling around his. Who taught him this? None of Kestrel's scrolls talked about how to finger someone else.
Glory shifted under her lover's careful ministrations, when her knee bumped into... something. She looked down, and saw Deathbringer's penis emerging from his sheath. It looked long and thin, a hot-pink meat stick that glistened in the light.
"Oh." She murmured, staring at the growing member. "Is that..."
"Hmm? Oh, yes it is." He lifted himself up enough to give her a better look. "What do you think?"
"Can I... Can I touch it?"
"You can touch me anywhere you want."
Carefully, as one might for a sleeping cobra, she reached a paw to her lover's member. It was warm, hot almost, slick with seminal fluids and large enough to fit in her paw. Her claws slid across his length, holding it gently like a ripe banana. Down to the base, where pink flesh emerged from scaly skin, all the way up to the tip, which gently poked her palm. The Nightwing grunted.
"So this is a Nightwing penis?" Glory mused, beginning to stroke it.
"Yes it is."
"Are they usually this bi- this size?"
"I'd say I'm a bit bigger than the average Nightwing." Deathbringer said, a touch of pride in his voice. "Impressed?"
Glory considered how to respond. Her lover was bigger than Starflight, obviously, but not as big (or at least as thick) as Clay. Still, she knew males could be sensitive about that kind of thing, so instead she said, "It looks just like I pictured it. Feels like it, too."
She continued to stroke his length, just as he continued to rub her sensitive nub. The outside world faded away and grew quiet, the only sounds in the room being the schlicks and faps of their loins, and the heavy panting of lovers. For a moment, the former assassin felt a little playful, a little bold, and he had an idea. As he gently bit his queen's neck, he pressed and slipped his middle finger into her slit.
"Oh! Deathbringer!" She gasped. Her freepaw pulled him upon her chest, waves of pink and gold running through her body.
Looks like I still have my magic touch. He thought smugly. His thumb continued to rub her clit in little circles as his claw went in and out of her canal. Glory's grip became tighter as she stroked him, and he found his hips bucking into her paw of their own accord.
"D-Deathbringer," She stammered, "Deathbringer, I-"
"Are you getting close?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"Do you... want to finish like this?"
"Mmph! What about you?"
"Don't worry about me. What do you want?"
Glory turned a bright pink, becoming warm to the touch. She looked into his eyes, and almost as a demand, told him, "I want you to breed me."
Even as he expected that, the Nightwing gave pause as the words registered in his mind. There was no going back from this. He had no intention of backing out, either. This was him signing his name to a lifelong contract, a commitment he could never break. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
"...As you wish, my Queen." He agreed, his cheeks feeling hot. "But before I do, I'd like to make a request, before we continue."
"Name it."
"Can we..." He paused, suddenly feeling nervous and embarrassed. "...Can we mate in this position? Chest to chest, face to face? I want to look into your eyes, when we..."
"You want to see my face when I cum?" Now it was Glory's turn to smirk.
"When I make love to the most beautiful dragoness in the world, yes." He gave her another kiss. "Now, I'm going to start things nice and slow to let you get used to me. After that, you just tell me if you want to pick things up or get rough or whatever. If at any point it feels uncomfortable or you want to stop, I'll stop, alright? All I want, more than anything, is for you to enjoy our first time."
"Yes, yes, I get it, you're the best boyfriend in the world." Glory snorted. "Now, are you going to keep talking about how you're gonna mate with me, or are going to do it?"
"...As you wish." Guiding himself, Deathbringer brought his drakehood to Glory's entrance. He pressed his tip against her folds, slowly increasing the pressure until mercifully, deliciously, they parted as he slid inside her.
Glory gasped, her eyes growing wide as she felt her insides fill with her mate. There was pain there, to be sure - her body was being stretched and tested in ways it never had before. But there was pleasure there, too. The heat of his cock warmed and filled her innermost place, so alien and yet so right. It was almost overwhelming, and it was taking all her willpower not to faint.
"You still good?" Deathbringer asked, stopping himself.
"Ye-Yes, I mean, yeah," She stammered, her scales turning pink and gold with little spots of white, "Just... Give me a minute."
"Of course." He replied, smirking. He tried to warn her. He wasn't even all the way in yet. This wasn't exactly easy for him either: her pussy was probably the tightest he'd ever penetrated. Every inch of his length was being squeezed by her hot, tight folds, filling him with unbridled pleasure. An amateur would've started thrusting, pounding the Rainwing instinctively. But Deathbringer wasn't a clumsy virgin, lost in the first feel of a vagina. He was disciplined, experienced, and most of all, dedicated to satisfying his mate in all ways.
After thirty or forty seconds, Glory sighed. "Okay," She said, "I'm ready. Keep going."
He nodded, and pushed further. His penis slowly, carefully slid in the rest of the way, and the fierce and formidable Queen of the Rainwings and Nightwings buried her face in his shoulder, mewling with lust. Her inner muscles squeezed against his length, and she struggled to relax. Deathbringer licked the side of her neck, his free paw rubbing her side, her hip, her thigh.
"Deathbringer," She gasped, "Please. I... I need..."
He knew her well enough to know what she meant. With the same level of gentleness and care as before, the Nightwing pulled back. Glory cooed, her body already missing the sense of fullness it brought. Just as all but the tip was out, Deathbringer pushed back in. She moaned into his ear, her claws digging into his back. He repeated the process - shove in, pull out, shove in, pull out, nice and slow. Building a rhythm that matched their heartbeats. The world around them melted away, and all that remained was each other. They stared into each other's eyes, nosetip to nosetip, watching the expressions on their faces.
"Yes," Glory whined, "Yes, Deathy! More!" Her scales were alternating between gold and pink, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Oh Glory," Deathbringer growled lustfully, "I've been waiting a long time for this. I'm making this mine. I'm making you mine."
"I'm yours!" She agreed, "Oh Spirits, I'm yours! I'm yours! Harder, please!"
The Nightwing couldn't help but oblige. Eyes focused on his lover's face, his thrusts became deeper, quicker. The room became filled with the sound of crotches clapping, and Glory moaning. Deathbringer focused on his work, keeping his pace regular and steady, not giving in to the carnal need for his own satisfaction. He had to satisfy his Queen first. He watched her face - every pant, every wave of yellow and pink scales, every time she said his name. Nothing was truly as beautiful as seeing a dragoness in the throes of lust, especially when you're the one making her feel that way.
"Oh, Deathy!" She moaned, gazing up at him, "You're gonna make me, make me, make meeeeeeuuughh!"
Her orgasm struck her like she flew into a mountain. Her nerves caught fire from the loins outward, every inch of her being filled with unbridled ecstasy. She screamed, every scale on her body flashing every color of the rainbow almost at once. Her claws dug into his back hard enough to draw blood, her legs curling around his waist, her very toes curling pleasantly. She clung tightly to her Nightwing lover, her inner muscles clenching onto his drakehood and holding him fast as waves of pleasure rolled through her with the intensity of a hurricane. If her eyes weren't closed shut, Deathbringer would've seen them roll back as all thought was replaced by the pleasant haze of satisfaction.
She laid there like that half a minute, her limbs trembling as her orgasm worked through her. Finally, it began to pass, and she relaxed. She released her grip, her head fell back, and her scales turned back to their normal colors.
"...Holy fffffuck." Glory sighed, trying to catch her breath. "That was the most intense climax I've ever had."
"I gotta say, my lady," Deathbringer chuckled, "I don't think I've ever seen a dragoness cum so hard on their first time before. It looked downright magical."
Glory's scales turned pink, but for once she didn't have a snappy comeback. Instead, she asked, "Did... did you finish?"
"Not yet." He admitted. "I wanted to make sure you were taken care of, first and foremost."
"Do you... Want to cum... inside me?"
The Nightwing's heart skipped a beat. "You... Do you mean it?" He asked. "I don't have to, you know. I could always finish outside, if you don't want to have eggs right now."
"Maybe I do," Glory replied blissfully, "Maybe I don't. I'm willing to take that risk. All I know is that I want you to feel as good as you just made me feel. So please, Deathbringer... breed me." She emphasized the last part with a lustful, hungry look in her eye, and a mischievous grin that somehow made the assassin's dick even harder.
With his lover's permission, Deathbringer let loose. He started up again, but his thrusts were coming hard, fast, feral even. He gripped her sides tightly, panting and growling as his crotch slapped against hers. Glory wailed, her already sensitive pussy now on the fastlane to her second orgasm. Neither of them cared now if anyone heard them - hell, they wouldn't care if there was a crowd watching them. As he felt himself get closer and closer to the big finale, all he could think of was filling his Queen with his seed, fulfilling their royal duties and producing heirs.
"Fuck," He grunted, "I'm getting close. I'm gonna fill you with, mph, so many eggs!"
"Yes!" She cried. "Cum in me! Cum in me! Fill me up! Make me your broodmare!"
"Put your tail in me." Deathbringer panted, so quickly that Glory almost didn't hear.
"What?" She asked, certain she misheard.
"Put your tailtip up beneath my tail!" He said quickly. "Please!"
Glory, confused but very much in the moment, unwrapped her tail from his, curling it back and pressing it against the Nightwing's vent. It didn't take much to penetrate, and her tailtip struck home right on his prostate. His balls clenched, his dick throbbed, and he came harder than he had in his entire life. He roared his triumph and pleasure, warm and fertile seed shooting out and filling her womb. Overstimulated nerves sang with another wave of pleasure, and Glory wailed with delight as she had her second orgasm in as many minutes.
They held onto each other, panting and moaning as Deathbringer emptied his balls into her drenched pussy. His legs felt like jelly, and he collapsed atop the Rainwing, exhausted yet satisfied. Glory grabbed his horn, pulling him in for a kiss. He allowed it, their tongues meeting and wrestling lovingly. The kiss was different from all those that came before: It was deeper, more powerful, more meaningful now. In a way, it was cementing their bond together, making them more than just boyfriend-girlfriend, but lovers. Soulmates, even. After a blissful eternity, they broke the kiss, a thin trail of saliva linking them together as they stared into each other's eyes.
"So you're into butt stuff too?" She panted. Deathbringer chuckled, resting his ebony head against her bright pink throat.
"When you've been around Phyrria like I have," He sighed, "You learn a lot of things, including about yourself. One thing I've learned is that the prostate is a male G-Spot. We cum harder and give bigger loads, which of course helps with impregnating pretty little dragonesses like you. You were serious about wanting to have dragonets... right?"
"...Yes." Glory purred, stroking his cheek lovingly. "I'd love nothing more than to start a family with you, my Deathbringer. My love. My king." They laid there together, basking in the afterglow, enjoying each other's company, looking forward to what the future held in store...