(Suggested by pawznmawz15, Person who reads and NightstarHybrid. Hope you enjoy!)
It's okay, Clearsight. The Nightwing dragoness thought nervously, as she approached her boyfriend's family cave. You can do this. You've seen it so many times. There's nothing to be afraid of. After all, this is something you both want, and almost all good futures have this night coming to pass. Some bad futures too, yes, but if those scrolls in Health class are true, then tonight you'll learn all you'll need to know to avoid them. You've got this.
Clearsight sighed as she landed on their entrance, knocking on the door. By the third knock, the door opened, and a handsome young Nightwing with Icewing spikes along his back appeared, smiling warmly at her.
"Hello, Clearsight," Darkstalker greeted, welcoming her inside, "You're just in time. Whiteout's out on a date with Thoughtful, and my parents are going to be spending all night working with Queen Vigilance on a 'Nightwing power-armor' project. We have the place to ourselves all night long."
"That's great news." The prophet said, as she entered, "Maybe we can get some homework done, for a change." The two young dragons snickered. They might've used their nights together for study time at first, when their relationship was just starting. But between being able to see the future, read minds and enchant objects to provide all the answers, neither Nightwing truly needed to study for, well, anything. Instead, nights together were spent exploring, talking about subjects big and small, and the occasional cuddling and kissing sessions.
Tonight, however, was different. Clearsight and Darkstalker both had visions of them taking their love to the next level. They saw each other kissing, licking, groping and moaning, among many other things that made them flush and embarrassed and aroused. This would be the night that they finally exchange virginities, and commit to each other as soulmates.
Clearsight considered the significance of this, as they walked through the empty home. It wasn't just the intimacy and pleasure that had her heart racing and her nerves aching (though that definitely played a role). It was honestly intimidating: While there were still an infinite amount of potential futures before them, there had never been a more clear divide between them. After tonight, either their future would be bright and happy, or everything would crash and burn. She didn't know how or why, but something would happen with Darkstalker that would either turn him into a righteous hero or an irredeemable villain.
At first, the seer was at a loss. How was she going to know what was the right set of actions that would save her lover's soul? It didn't help that Darkstalker could also see the future (though not as well as she could) and was more focused on the paths that led to more power and a crown. Worse, he could read her mind, so he could see the futures where he tried to stop him, and counter her.
But then she found a scroll on dragon (and specifically Nightwing) sexual education in the grand library. It was a... very interesting read, to say the least. Aside from the erotic pictures of dragons mid-coitus and the descriptions of mating habits of other tribes, it went into quite a bit of detail about Nightwings, and how their psychic abilities played a role in sex. It said that mindreaders could feel the emotions and pleasures of their partners, and seers would have their abilities enhanced to see twice, or even three times as many possible futures. Those with both abilities, like Darkstalker, described their first time as "a religious experience", as their mind was overwhelmed with pleasure and endless possibilities. But the biggest thing she discovered was the difference between sexes. For males, their ability to use their powers were hampered, as they focused more on taking in that pleasure and satisfying themselves. Females, however, could use the bliss to amplify their abilities, seeing all possible futures, reading all minds in Phyrria, or even both at once.
And it was this little nugget of information that formed the basis of her plan tonight.
They entered Darkstalker's room, a place Clearsight had come to know intimately well. Many nights had been spent here: studying for tests, talking about their futures, listening to his parents argue, cuddling and sleeping together, and of course making out as young lovers do. SO many makeout sessions. One of the benefits of having a boyfriend who could read your mind and see the future was that he knew exactly what she liked. And with all the practice they've had together, the two young Nightwings were quickly becoming very good kissers.
Darkstalker hopped onto his bed first, stretching himself out and getting comfortable. He smiled, patting the spot next to him. Clearsight smiled back, climbing up and snuggling against her lover.
"Have I ever told you," Darkstalker said, "That you're the most beautiful Nightwing in the entire kingdom?"
"Have I told you," Clearsight replied, "That you're the most handsome dragon in Phyrria?"
"Well, if we're the most powerful and attractive dragons in the world, alone and together in bed, what should we do next?"
"Oh, I think you already know what you want to do." She teased, leaning closer and closer.
"Really? What could I possibly have in mind? I'm a good boy, after all."
She snickered, pausing as her nose touched his. They held that position, enjoying the touch and the anticipation of what was to come. Darkstalker looked up the rest of the way, and their lips touched. The sensation was beautiful, blissful, tantalizing. Clearsight knew that she was safe like this - there were very, very few timelines where her soulmate would sink so low as to use his magic to seduce and control her or any other potential mates. He might enchant himself with enhanced endurance or virility, but he'd never do anything to her body that she didn't explicitly consent to. Whatever he might do to her mind, he strongly believed that a) Sex wasn't worth much if both parties weren't into it, and b) He was such a good lover that he didn't need to use his magic on females to show them a good time.
For what it was worth, Clearsight was inclined to agree with the second part. They kissed each other again, deeper and more passionately. Their paws explored each other's bodies - stroking necks, rubbing bellies, caressing arms and legs. The feeling of soft pads gliding across glossy, leathery scales was tantalizing and entrancing, building up anticipation for what both knew was coming.
As their paws went lower and lower, Clearsight made the first move. Breaking the kiss to lick Darkstalker's neck, she reached down for his slit, her claws rubbing and teasing a part of him that had never been touched before. She kissed and licked his neck, her digits coaxing the hybrid's little drake out with gentle rubs and strokes.
"Feeling rather bold tonight, aren't we?" He chuckled, his breaths sounding almost nervous.
"Maybe I know what I want." She teased, giving him a little nip, continuing to pull on his member. "Maybe I'm making the future I want come true. Maybe you and I have been worrying ourselves sick, and we just need a moment to loosen up and have some fun."
"Mmm, I couldn't agree more, my love." Darkstalker sighed, raising his hips to match her strokes. "I've waited such a long time for this night. Finally, our dragonets-"
"No," Clearsight said, "Not tonight. If you get me gravid, my parents will find out and tell Vigilance and your parents." In those futures, the Queen would then either order their eggs to be crushed, or kidnap or enchant them to kill their father. There were very few futures where breeding tonight didn't ruin any chance of Eclipse, Fierceclaws and Shadowhunter having happy lives.
"Clearsight-" Darkstalker started to say, but stopped as she squeezed his little dragon a little harder than was comfortable.
"We are NOT breeding tonight." She stated firmly.
"Alright, alright," The Animus relented, suddenly a lot more easygoing, "No vaginal sex this time, that's fine by me. Anything you want, my love." Clearsight loosened her grip, and went back to stroking. Part of her liked the power and control she had over him now (and in other moments in the future), and wished there was an easier way to keep him from making bad choices without squeezing the hell out of his cock.
"I had something a little different in mind tonight." Clearsight explained, continuing to kiss down his chest and belly. "Something I know you're going to enjoy."
"Oohhh, I think you might be right." Darkstalker relaxed, rolling on his back as she spread his legs apart, her gentle kisses tickling his inner thighs. "I was hoping you'd be into oral. Sexual futures have proven rather... elusive for me."
"Elusive?" Clearsight asked, close enough to breathe in his aroused scent, "Or distracting?"
"Maybe a... a little of both." He stammered. "I mean, I can't be the only dragon who's masturbated to the awesome sex he's seen in the future. Or in other dragon's minds."
"You haven't enchanted yourself or anything else for those reasons, have you?" She asked, even as she already knew the answer.
"Of course not!" Darkstalker declared indignantly. "I know better than that. You don't pull out all the stops and peak on your first time - where else is there to go after that? Besides, we're made for each other. I don't need to make my tongue vibrate or make my penis ribbed to get you off. Though we both know how awesome it'd feel if I did." He gave her a naughty, knowing smirk, confident in abilities he hadn't even used yet.
Clearsight rolled her eyes, but smiled as she knew he was right. Whether out of ego or sincerity, her soulmate had yet to put any enchantments on himself (aside from his hardened scales which were both tough as diamonds and supple as leather). Confident that what she was about to do wasn't going to brainwash her, she kissed Darkstalker's length. She worked slowly from the base, her soft lips caressing the sensitive meat, stopping to lick the tip. The hybrid gasped, his genitalia twitching under her grasp.
"My my my," She crooned, "The things this little guy can do. To think I get to have him all to myself..." Looking deep into her lover's awestruck eyes, she ran her tongue along the length of his cock, knowing him as no one ever had, and only a privileged few ever would. The Animus moaned, his hips reflexively bucking with pleasure. She could taste his precum dribbling onto her tongue - salty and bitter, mixed with the muskiness of his flesh and scent. Not as good as she hoped, but not bad enough for her to stop.
Under the gaze of his dark, loving yet hungry eyes, Clearsight continued to service him. She licked his penis like one of those frozen treats Prince Arctic sometimes made - one, two, three. Her tongue circled around the tip, and she moved to take him all in his mouth. But as her lips were about to close around his sensitive spear, she stopped. She raised a mischievous eyebrow at him, her lips pulled back into a playful smirk.
"Why'd you stop?" Darkstalker protested, torn between annoyance and bliss.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" She teased.
"I don't forget-!" He caught himself, realizing what she meant.
"We're soulmates, aren't we?" She asked rhetorically. "Equals? I'm enjoying this, but I shouldn't be doing all the work, should I? If I'm going to be pleasuring your wonderful drakehood, shouldn't you also be working on my delicate, needy, wet 'Nesshood?"
"Well, when you put it that way..." Darkstalker chuckled, motioning for her to flip around.
Clearsight smiled, shifting around and climbing on him so they were belly to belly, her slit now inches from his muzzle. As much as she was here on a mission, she was enjoying herself. Darkstalker had a full view of his girlfriend's pussy - purple-pink flesh nestled between black scales, moist with arousal, begging to be touched and tasted. It was easily one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever see. He breathed in her delightful scent, his paws caressing and squeezing her flanks, stretching her out for a better view and access. Unlike Clearsight, Darkstalker wasn't exactly one for foreplay, and went right into the action; he lapped and licked at her folds, tasting her love juice. His tongue didn't penetrate her, instead enjoying her entrance and loosening her folds, even brushing on her clit here and there.
Her eyes briefly rolled back, and she fought back a moan as she took his cock back in her mouth. Darkstalker always had a talented tongue, there was no denying that. But as tempting as it was to stay in the now and enjoy being eaten out, Clearsight had a job to do. She closed her eyes, found a rhythm to bob her head, and set her mind free. Clearsight fell into a meditative state of sorts, the dual pleasures in her mouth and loins both boosting her visionary powers, and focusing them like a scalpel.
Adding this dimension of sexuality to Darkstalker and herself was complicating the future in ways she never could've anticipated. There were still the futures she first saw, of course: not only could she see their three dragonets, she could see how they got to be conceived. But she was getting battered by just how dark the bad timelines were becoming.
Darkstalker pinning Clearsight down, tears running down her face as he took her virtue.
Darkstalker, looking hungrily at a line of all the enchanted queens and princesses of Phyrria, considering which one to breed next.
Darkstalker in a dungeon, standing over Prince Arctic bound in chains, enchanting him to be his immortal sex slave.
Queen Vigilance, castrating and executing Darkstalker before a crowd of onlookers.
She pulled away from those dreadful scenes. As she continued to bob down on her lover's cock, she looked through more and more futures, desperate for any way to prevent the darkness awaiting them. She searched and searched, looking for any way to purge the growing evil within his soul. She almost stopped servicing the phallus, as she came across something... curious.
In all the futures that ended happily - whether they became King and Queen of a united Phyrria or not, whether they settled in peaceful isolation or not, whether they had their children or not - Fathom was there. He was distant in some - a friendly uncle, the King of the Seawings, a wayward traveler - pretty close in others. In fact, as Clearsight's tongue coiled around and massaged her lover's member, she saw numerous timelines where the three of them become intimate: going on dates, cuddling up in bed, even mating together. Not only would she share her love and lust with her boyfriend and the Animus Seawing Prince, but the two males would do the same with each other. She continued to suckle on Darkstalker's cock, not noticing that her lover's tongue had fallen away from her slit. The hybrid fell back, falling into a sexual trance as she worked him. All the while, she pressed on, hardly noticing the taste of precum leaking onto her tongue, looking for the exact thing that would save them all.
Then, she saw it: Darkstalker and Fathom, in Fathom's quarters, the room humming with animus enchantment. Fathom had him pinned to the ground, his expression focused and angry, his thick Seawing dick hammering into the Nightwing's vent while his freepaw rapidly pumped his partner's phallus. Darkstalker whined and moaned, his expression caught between agony and ecstasy.
"Fathom!" He sputtered between gasps and whines, "Stop! Please! I don't -mmf!- You can't -ahh!-"
"I can and I will!" Fathom growled, his crotch clapping against black cheeks. "I'm not doing this for me, Darkstalker! I'm doing this for Indigo. For Clearsight. For you, and the whole world. To save everyone and everything, I have to fuck the evil out of you!"
"But Fathom, I-!" He cried out, as the Seawing sped up. His hips bucked against those thrusts, a black liquid starting to leak out his tip. "Oh fuck, Fathom! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna-!"
"Oh, Clearsight!" Darkstalker moaned in the Here and Now. He held onto her as her moist snatch rested on his face, desperately trying to buck into his girlfriend's mouth as she held him down. "I'm gonna cum! I gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna- Ohhhhoohhhooh!" The future King of the Nightwings and Phyrria moaned loudly as he reached his climax. Clearsight stopped as hot, sticky, bitter liquid shot to the back of her throat, thin streams filling her mouth. She held her breath, letting her boyfriend empty his balls onto her tongue. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you see things), Darkstalker's nut was small enough that she could keep it all in her mouth. Pulling away, she gathered all his seed into a wad on her tongue, and spat it out on the floor. They could clean it up later.
"How was your first time, my love?" She asked, looking back at her exhausted partner. "Blissful" was the best way she could describe his expression, as he leaned back into his pillows and rubbed her flanks.
"That," Darkstalker sighed, "Was amazing. Clearsight, I've never felt anything that good before. You... you've given me a piece of heaven, and finally made me a drake. Thank you, my love."
"If you want to thank me," She chuckled, pressing her still-moist pussy against his face, "You can finish what you started, and return the favor."
"Oh, I'd-" He started, and blinked. Clearsight saw it too, and frowned. Prince Arctic and Foeslayer were on their way home, way earlier than they initially foreseen. They were flying back, arguing about his mother and Darkstalker and how the Night Kingdom sucks, building an underlying sexual tension that'd result in either makeup-sex or hate-fucking (depending on whether Foeslayer says, "I still love you, damn it!"). Either way, it'd make things weird if they caught her here, and if she left now, it'd give Darkstalker enough time to air out his room.
"Fuck me." He swore, waving his paw as his magic started to clean the room.
"I just did," She teased, hopping off the bed and wiping her mouth, "But you better return the favor next time."
"I will," He agreed eagerly, "I promise. I always finish what I start."
"I know." Clearsight leaned in, craning her neck around his. Thinking I love you, she hopped out his window and flew away, heading for home. Her loins were still tingly and warm, and desperate for more attention.
Just you wait, she chided herself, I'll take care of you when I get home. I'm going to have to take an extra hard look at Darkstalker and Fathom's encounter, if I'm going to get us the best future. Some of those moments looked very interesting...