A/N: This has been suggested by NightStarHybrid, Blitzzking, and others. Fair warning, I've yet to read any of the Pantala Arc, though I know enough through the wiki and general memes and art to give it a try. Hope you all enjoy!
The following takes place after Book 15. All characters depicted are adults.
Cricket couldn't believe the year she had. Clearsight's Visions, she couldn't believe the year Pantala and the world had! Realizing that she lived in a nightmarish police state, that Queen Wasp was hiding the truth about Clearsight (while also being a puppet for eldritch plant god), fleeing across the sea and discovering a whole new world, discovering that scavengers were intelligent and could talk - it was enough to boggle the mind. The Hivewing didn't know how she or her friends were able to convince the Phyrrian Queens to help them save their homeland (rumors circulated about an illicit affair between Queens Snowfall and Hazel, but there were also rumors about her and Luna with Queen Glory and Mr. Starflight, so who knows what was going on?). She didn't know how they were able to pull off their victory against the Overmind, after they came so close to death so many times. But somehow, someway, they managed to destroy the Breath of Evil, free everyone under its control, and liberate the Silkwings once again.
All of that was great, important, historic. And yet none of that mattered to her, so much as it meant that she saved the love of her life. Blue. She was lucky enough to be there when Silkwing finally regained control of his mind and body. To see that blank look in his eyes go, and the loveable spark and cheer return warmed her heart like the morning sun. They embraced each other, and she couldn't remember who was crying more: Her (for getting her boyfriend back) or him (for finally being free).
That had been a week ago. Since then, Cricket and Blue had been making up for lost time, living up the full girlfriend-boyfriend experience. Long walks on the beach, picnics under tropical trees, lots of cuddling, and of course, tons of kissing and makeout sessions. By Clearsight's Sacred Slit, Blue's tongue was amazing! Cricket had heard rumors that Silkwings had long tongues, but until they had their first tongue kiss, she'd always thought they were exaggerating. As it turned out, fully extended, Blue's tongue was half the length of her forearm (or the length of a well-endowed Hivewing). No wonder Clearsight took on so many Beetlewing suitors!
When everyone was asleep, Cricket would go through some of the recovered scrolls of Pantalan erotica to give herself ideas on how to take their relationship to the next level. Most of the modern and contemporary writings described Silkwings in both glowing and demeaning terms, never seen as a true love interest, but making great gigolos and "promiscuous servants" for quick flings and moments of passion. There was hardly a story she read where the Hivewing protagonist didn't get their pussy eaten or their dick sucked by their Silkwing underling. Hot, but also a little sad, in retrospect. Older stories, however, were much more positive in their overall depictions of Silkwings - some of them were actually leads, and their sex scenes actually had love and passion in them. There was one scroll that had a threesome scene between a Hivewing, Silkwing and Leafwing that made her think of her, Blue and Sundew, and... well, Sundew didn't seem like she'd be up for something like that, but that didn't stop Cricket from imagining them all intertwined as she pleasured herself.
Regardless, after four days and nights of intimacy and research, the nerdy Hivewing felt she was ready to take Blue to the next level. As they'd done every evening, they walked the shores of Isla Mezzo (the new official meeting place between the Kingdoms of Phyrria and the liberated Kingdoms of Pantala), laughing and playing amidst the waves. As before, their wings and tails brushed against each other, they stared into each other's eyes more and more, their gossamer wings, twitching with nervous energy. They stopped beneath a large palm tree, just uphill enough to keep them safe from the incoming tide. There, they would lay down side-by-side in the fading glow of the setting sun.
"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" Blue asked, taking her paws in his own.
"Yes, you have." She replied playfully, light glinting off her glasses, "Every day. Sometimes it feels like it every hour. Not that I'm complaining or anything."
"Well, I do love you," He continued, "A lot. You're the smartest, kindest dragoness I've ever met. You helped stop the Overmind. You saved all of Pantala, maybe even the whole world. You saved the Hivewings from Wasp's control, and I think they might even make you their Queen!"
"I don't know about that," Cricket hemmed, "I'm just-"
"But most important of all, you saved me, Cricket. You saved me. I owe you my life, my everything!"
The Hivewing blushed, smiling. "Blue," She said, leaning closer, "All those things I did, all those trials I had to overcome, I did them for two reasons. First, because it was the right thing to do. And second, and most important, I did it all so I could be with you again. As much you love me, I love you just as much."
The Silkwing smiled, and leaned in for a kiss. Cricket tilted her head as their lips met, and had to close her eyes so he wouldn't see them roll back. For a drake who'd never kissed before a week ago, he sure knew how to use that tongue. The way he made it explore every inch of her mouth, or wrap around her tongue, or even go down her throat was nothing short of magical. The first time they'd done this, she'd pulled back in a fit of gagging and coughing, not anticipating to be deepthroated like that. It was only after she learned to hold her breath that she discovered how awesome it truly was. She found it hard not to suck on his tongue, using it as practice for a blowjob she'd save for his hatchingday. His tongue tasted so good, the feeling of being used (even if unintentionally), it was more than enough to kindle a fire in her loins.
A fire that she intended to satisfy, tonight.
Forcing herself to pull away from the amazing tongue-fucking, Cricket broke the kiss, desperately gasping for breath.
"Hey, Blue," She panted, "Do you want to... take things a step further?"
Blue's eyes went wide. "You... You mean you want to have sex?"
"Well... yeah." She admitted. "Life's short, Blue. I almost lost you. We never know what's going to happen, and I want to live life to the fullest. I want to experience love, and I want to experience it with you."
The Silkwing's cheeks turned rosy, his little antennas quivering with nervous anticipation. Cricket tried to give him her best attempt at a smoldering, sensuous look (which she thought was difficult, thanks to her glasses). It must've worked, though, as Blue smiled nervously, and said, "That sounds like the best idea in the world. If that's what you really want, I'd be honored to make love to you."
They nuzzled each other, rubbing each other's necks, lavishing one another with kisses and licks. The Hivewing sighed, feeling her heart flutter and her loins heat up, savoring the attention. Still, as good as this felt, there was something she wanted - no, needed - to do.
"Hey," She asked, trembling as she felt Blue's paws rub her sides, "Um, before we get into it, can I, uh, make a request?"
"Of course," He murmured, his antennas tickling her neck as he kissed her shoulder, "Anything you'd like."
"Do...Do you remember that time we stumbled across Sundew and Willow out in the jungle?" She asked, feeling herself blush. Blue's antennas quivered in aroused embarrassment as well, as they both remember their second date on the beach. On their way back to their quarters, they came across the two Leafwings in a moment of passion. Specifically, they saw the leafspeaker's muzzle buried in her girlfriend's crotch, as she moaned with delight and held onto her lover's horns like handlebars. They slowly backed away, allowing them their privacy, but that image remained with them long afterwards.
"You... want me to lick your crotch?" He asked, equally confused, embarrassed and aroused.
"Well, yeah," Cricket admitted, "I'll be honest with you, Blue, your tongue is absolutely amazing. I want to know what it feels like inside me. I want to know if all the rumors about Silkwings are true."
"Ohh... you like my tongue, do you?" Blue teased, sticking his tongue out and flicking it like a snake. He flicked and licked her nose, her cheek, her neck, causing her to erupt in giggles. Each touch and tickle of his tongue across her scales lit up her nerves, putting her into laughing fits and filling her with unbridled joy.
"Hahaha! Blue, stop it! Hehehe!" She protested, even as she wanted nothing more than for him to continue. She rolled onto her back, still laughing as he continued touching her chest and belly with his tongue. Even his antennae were getting in on the action, brushing against her scales as he scooted lower and lower. He teased her again and again, getting almost to her slit only to change course and kiss her inner thighs or the underside of her tail. Cricket found it frustrating, but in a good way - Blue already knew how to build anticipation before the main event.
Finally, his tongue made contact, dragging itself up from the bottom all the way up to her clitoris. Cricket gasped, pleasure running through her body like lightning. Again he licked her, his tongue pressing a little deeper, lapping up her arousal. A deep, slutty moan, unlike any sound she made before, erupted from her lips. Blue smiled wickedly, letting his tongue suckle and squeeze her sensitive nub. The Hivewing closed her eyes, letting the sensations rain over her body.
The gentle roar of the tides was complemented by whines and moans of arousal, and the gentle lapping and slurping of a dragon cooch. Cricket's claws dug into the sand, her tail wiggling under Blue's chest. As the Silkwing's tongue rubbed and massaged every inch of her inner passage, she couldn't help but agree that the old literature didn't exaggerate their talents. Cricket couldn't help but feel like the luckiest dragoness in the world, knowing that she could wake up to this feeling every single day.
"Oh, Blue," She moaned, feeling the tension build within her, "Give me more! More! Please! Show me why Silkwings are so awesome! Show me! Show me! Oh, Clearsight above, show-ow-ow-ohhh goodness!"
When it came to orgasms, Cricket wasn't a squirter, but a shaker. So when her climax filled every inch of her being, Blue's mouth wasn't filled with the taste of Hivewing satisfaction. Instead, her legs quaked and quivered above his head, as her inner muscles clenched his tongue, almost holding him in place. She gave a loud, shaking cry, her body wracked with pleasure and ecstasy that struck her in waves. Pantalan orgasms tended to last longer than Phyrrian ones, so Cricket only came down after the better part of a minute (helped in no small part by Blue continuing to lick and pleasure her). When she finally came down, her limbs were splay out around her, and a line of drool leaked out the side of her mouth as she caught her breath. Blue rested his head on her belly, licking his lips and watching her with a smug, satisfied smirk.
"So," He asked playfully, "How was it?"
She stared back at the Silkwing, and in a voice he could barely make out, murmured, "...Fuck me."
"I know," Blue sighed, "I feel the same way. You taste like the sweetest nectar-"
"Blue," She said, more serious and intense, staring into his eyes with burning lust, "Fuck me."
The Silkwing's antenna stood straight up, as did another part of his anatomy. He gulped, standing up and crawling up over her. Looking down his body, Cricket could see his erect penis, a pink fleshy spear half the length of her paw from wrist to claw-tip. Little bumps along the bottom formed a ridge that, according to differing accounts in the scrolls, could either help push a female into a glorious climax, or painfully rub a vagina raw with the incessant scratching and scraping. Cricket suspected that the truth was somewhere in-between, and she was eager to find out.
She held her legs as wide as she could, beckoning him to enter her. With the nervous eagerness of all virgins, Blue lowered himself, looking down to check his angle. Cricket felt the tip press against her entrance, pushing harder and harder until finally, her folds gave way. Blue gasped, and she whimpered as she was getting filled for the first time. He didn't feel big, but he didn't feel small either. He felt... perfect. As he hilted himself within her, and the tip of his penis kissed her cervix, she couldn't help but think that he was made for her. That thought thrilled her just as much as the fullness within her loins, and the tongue caressing her neck. Cricket swooned, a ladylike sound of pleasure and satisfaction erupting from her lips. Blue pumped his hips, thrusting in and out, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.
They stared into each other's eyes, watching the pleasure and arousal etched on their faces. The panting of their breath, and the PLAP!-PLAP!-PLAP! of their crotches slapping together were barely audible over the roar of the tide. Cricket's paws explored Blue's body, caressing his sides, reaching down and giving his butt a squeeze.
That might've been a mistake. No sooner had she done so, Blue gave a high, whimpering cry. His dick slipped out of her pussy, and as it landed on her belly, he came. Thin strands of semen shot out, landing on her belly, her chest, even her face. A few beads of nut landed on her glasses, obscuring half her vision in a milky-gray fog.
Did he... Was that a premature ejaculation?
"Cricket! Oh Clearsight, I'm sorry!" Blue said frantically, the last drops of seed falling from his softening penis as he stepped away. "I didn't mean to do that! I just- You're so beautiful, and it felt so good, and I, oh boy, I-"
"Blue!" Cricket snapped, stopping his ranting. She wiped the cum off of her glasses and face, sneaking a little taste as she cleaned herself. It was a curious mix of sweet and bitter, neither tasty nor disgusting. She thought he could benefit from having more fruit in his diet.
"Blue," She sighed, getting up, "It's okay. This was your first time, I'm not expecting you to be perfect. These things happen. Besides," She leaned forward and kissed his nose, "You took care of me first, and that makes you a great boyfriend." He smiled, feeling better but still not completely convinced.
"Come on," She said, getting up and heading to the surf, "If you want to make it up to me, you can come help clean me up before we head back home. Then tomorrow, we can work on your stamina and control." She gave him a suggestive look, caressing his neck with her tail. Blue's eyes lit up, and quickly followed after her into the surf. The Pantalans never enjoyed bathing as much as they did that night, cleaning and holding each other under a dimming sky and rising moons...