A/N: The following takes place during Chapter 19, "Honeymoon Period".
Things changed a lot after the Battle and the Party. Things slowed down, as it felt like we were in a "honeymoon period". I had proven myself to the Tribe, just as they proved themselves to all of Phyrria, and that pressure had been removed. We were no longer under the gun, and we could take our time to enjoy ourselves and figure things out at a leisurely pace. We were taking a much more prominent role in this war, even in secret, which meant we had to consider our decisions that much more carefully.
Things also changed between Batty, Maggy and myself. After we became a throuple, things became a lot more casual and easygoing between us. But in private, when it was just the two or three of us, it was like that last little barrier of awkwardness and uncertainty was gone, and we could truly be ourselves.
Which is to say, more often than not, acting like lovesick teenagers.
That's not to say that we ever let our dalliances interfere with our work - that was something we all agreed upon. We spent so much time with each other on a daily basis, we didn't have to worry about missing each other, and set clear boundaries between work-time and free-time. When we were at meetings, working on projects or out amongst the people, we kept things pretty professional - some gentle flirting, knowing glances, the occasional brushing of wings or tails as we walked; innocent stuff, you know?
But as soon as work was done, and we were by ourselves, things got pretty heated between us, in a good way. This was Batty's and my first relationship, and we had at least ten years of experience to catch up on. We'd spend plenty of time in Batty's sun-time spot, my quarters in the rapidly-expanding Palace, even secluded spots underneath treehouses or out in the jungle itself. There was still plenty of intellectual discussions and work-related debates, but also makeout sessions and other, spicier things couples do. And then of course there was the good old-fashioned cuddling in the afternoon sunlight.
I remember one afternoon - I think it was the Fourteenth or Fifteenth - when I found Batty already on the platform, napping in the sunlight. She must've heard me approach, as one gold eye cracked open, and she smiled as she rolled her back to me. I grinned and climbed on, curling up around her. As I went in and kissed her neck, I noticed something different. Something important.
"No perfume today?" I asked, surprised.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I overslept today." She explained, "Didn't have time to put any on. We've been so busy making aid packages for your homeland that we had to start working before dawn with harvesting. I don't stink, do I?"
"Not at all." I said truthfully. Leaning down to her ear, I teased, "In fact, I love the smell of Rainwing in the afternoon."
She barked a laugh. "Did Fox tell you to say that?" She challenged me playfully. "That sounds like something he'd come up with."
"Doesn't mean it's not true." I assured her.
"Are you saying that because you mean it?" She looked at me, a hint of insecurity leaking into her voice, "Or because I'm your girlfriend?"
"Can't both things be true?" I countered. "Can't I say that I've been blessed to be with the smartest and most beautiful dragoness and the jungle, and they just happen to have a really pleasant scent? You're not a stinky dragon by any means, Batty." Her pink scales of embarrassment turned to a loving rose, and she turned slightly, nuzzling me.
"But you were saying you were making a lot of aid packages?" I asked, gently stroking her sides. "I take it the shipments have been going well?"
"Mmmm, very." Yellow starbursts sparkled across her pink-green body. "We've already sent out enough care packages for a hundred dragons, and we've got another hundred packages almost ready to go."
"Excellent. Any word from our scouts?"
"At least six camps scattered across the Jade Mountains." Her tail brushed idly against mine. "Three hundred or so Sandwings, mostly young families and dragonets. They've been very grateful for our food and protection, though they seemed very surprised when they were told a Sandwing drake rules us."
"I imagine they would." I chuckled. "Hell, if you told me last year that the Rainwings would have a King leading them to victory over the Nightwings, I'd tell them how stupid they sound."
"How are Nightshade and Tanwen doing?" Batty asked.
"Hmm? Oh, Nightshade's getting ready to head back to the Palace," I answered, "Along with some of the Nightwings who still support him. Tanwen has been writing letters and doing oddjobs here and there."
"You haven't..." She hesitated, green spreading from her wings and eyes, "You haven't thought of courting them too, have you?"
I craned my neck back, genuinely surprised. "No!" I said, maybe a little louder than necessary, "Why would you think that?"
Her frill turned a brighter, embarrassed pink. "Well..." She tried to explain, "I mean, they're both Sandwings, like you. Nightshade's the Queen through the Eye of Onyx, and Tanwen is related to Oasis. I was just thinking that, from a purely logical and political point of view, it was something you'd look at. After all, you'd become the King of Two Kingdoms. Isn't that something to think about?"
Indeed, it was. Still, I shook my head. "A tempting proposition, to be sure," I said, caressing her cheek, "But one I'm going to decline. For one, I have no interest in marrying Nightshade. Putting aside the whole transformation thing, they still sent their henchmen to mug me in the middle of the Palace. For another, Tanwen and I have a... complicated history. We could've had a thing, once upon a time, but those embers burnt out a long time ago. And finally, I don't need another Kingdom. I have everything I want, right here. I have the strongest Army in the world. I have subjects who hang on my every word. I have the most amazing and beautiful bodyguard in all of Phyrria. And best of all, I have a Queen who's smart, pretty, and loves me as much as I love her." I emphasized the last points with little licks, nibbles and kisses along her delicate neck. She gasped delightfully, waves of magenta and rose rippling across her body.
"Xerophilous," She purred, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Depends," I said, "Is it working?"
"Maybe." She teased, her golden eyes twinkling with excitement, "I think I need a little more convincing. Mind showing me what Maggy's been teaching you lately?"
"But of course." I chuckled, giving her my most charismatic grin. "Nothing I love more than taking care of my Queen."
And indeed, she was, as she pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. I returned with equal gusto, caressing her frill as my tongue rushed to meet hers. My vision was filled with yellow and magenta, as her arms wrapped around my neck, caressing my back fin with gentle, delicate talons.
Feeling a little bold, my free paw started to explore her body. I caressed her neck, watching as trails of yellow followed my claws, little magenta starbursts blooming in their wake. She purred, her tongue running across the roof of my mouth. Approval confirmed, my claws continued pushing south, lightly tracing her sides, trailing down her belly, lightly stroking and grasping her flanks. Most Rainwings aren't known for having thicc butts, and Batty wasn't any different, my paw squeezing firm, taut muscle used to hop from tree to tree.
She moaned with happy surprise, her paws tracing the black stripe along my neck. Batty pressed herself against me, rubbing her crotch against mine, her warmth doing wonders for my arousal. I squeezed a little harder, rolling onto my back (mindful of my wings), letting her lie on my chest.
"You're getting better at this." Batty gasped into my ear, running her paws against my chest. She continued grinding her pussy against my slit, as I felt my drakehood swell and start rising.
"What can I say? I have great teachers." I complimented, my paws caressing her sides, before settling on her haunches.
"[i]We[/i] have a [i]great[/i] teacher." Batty corrected, rubbing her now moist pussy against my shaft as it rose up to meet her. "Maggy's been teaching me a lot of things, too. I've been learning a lot about what us Rainwings are capable of. Tell me, Xero, has she given you a tailjob yet?"
"What's -humph!- What's a tailjob?" I grunted, enjoying her teasing pussy, my hips rubbing against her of their own accord. Frankly, this was feeling so good I would've settled for a pussyjob, even if I got covered in my own seed. Maybe I could convince her to clean me?
"Oooh, Maggy's been slacking." She giggled, sliding off me. She lifted her tail up, stroking my face lovingly. It trailed down my body, trailing my stripe across my neck, along my sides, down to my hips. Then, like an anaconda finding a sleeping crocodile, her tail found my dick, coiling around it, squeezing and massaging it.
I gasped, leaning back into the bed, amazed by the sensation. Tailjobs are an interesting experience, very much unique to Rainwings. It's not better than penetrative sex or a blowjob, yet still a sight better than using paws or feet. Feeling strong muscles squeeze me like the tightest cooch, massaging and rolling around me with the nimbleness and flexibility of any tongue… Well, it was doing the job far better than I expected.
It's weird when you think about it, letting a limb that can hold up an entire dragon from a tree limb (or snap a tiger in half) wrap around my sensitive member. But drakes run that risk every time they shove their dick into someone's mouth, and that never stopped Singe from giving all his girls a taste.
"I've never done this before," she commented, "But I've seen enough dragons do this to know how it goes. Drakes doing it with themselves, to other drakes, even having their girlfriends do it to them. I've even seen them turn this into a game." Her eyes lit up, and I moaned (in exasperation and pleasure) as I realized she had an idea. "Do you want to play it?"
"Huh… sure?" As long as she kept working me like this, she could do whatever she wanted.
"Hmm…" She glanced back, noticing a branch with several large leaves a little over a tail's length away. "I bet I can make you cum hard enough to hit those leaves."
I scoffed, more amused than anything. "Okay."
She gave me a smoldering look. "If you hit the leaves," She added, "You get to taste my flower." She lifted her ass up to me, continuing to massage me as she angled her tail to reveal her slit.
I licked my lips with an equally smoldering tease. "I was planning on doing something like that anyway, but-"
"Oh, but that's the thing," She replied, squeezing my cock a little harder, catching my breath, "If you make it, you get to eat me out [i]before[/i] you cum inside me. If you miss, you have to do it [i]after[/i]."
"Ohh, high-stakes then, eh?" I mused, thinking it over. Doing a little fletching sounded gross at first, but considering how much I'd been feeding my ladies, the least I could do was be up for returning the favor. Besides, either way I got to satisfy my girlfriend and have sex. A win-win scenario, as far as I was concerned. "Alright then. I accept your challenge."
"Perfect. Now, let me work my magic on you." Batty climbed onto my chest, her tail coiled around and stroked me even faster. She brought her face up close to my member, eyeballing the distance between us and the leaves. I could see the cogs turning in her head, already calculating the angle and trajectory she needed to hit the target. It was equally silly and cute, and I might've laughed if all my attention wasn't being drawn to my dick.
She worked me for the better part of a minute, adjusting the angle, increasing the pace, squeezing me tight enough to make me think of a dragoness on the verge of orgasm.
"Batty," I warned, feeling the coil within me getting wound tight, "I'm getting close. Get ready."
"Almost there," She murmured, her strokes slowing down slightly, "Just got to wait for the breeze to pick up, and…"
The wind picked up ever so slightly. Her tail sped up, going faster and harder than before. I had no chance of holding back, and with a barely restrained moan, I came. Jizz, thick and white and virile, briefly glistened and shined in the afternoon sun as it arched through the air… and hit the largest leaf dead-on. Strand after strand launched out of my cock, hitting the leaves two, three, four times before pressure started dropping. The orgasm was less intense than previous climaxes - less of a mind-blowing experience, and more of a strong relief, like a cold drink on a hot summer day.
As I caught my breath, my last drops of seed dripped onto Batty's tail, as my cock went limp. She uncoiled it, brought it up to her face, and as she stared at me with seductive bedroom eyes, licked her tail clean. She stuck out her tongue briefly for show, before swallowing.
"Spirits, Babe," I gasped, "That's fucking hot."
"It tastes good, too," She giggled, smacking her lips, "Like warm spring water straight from an oasis, with a hint of… citrus, I think. You've been following Maggy's advice on diet?"
"I have," I chuckled, "An orange or mango with every meal to make my cum sweeter. Glad to see it's working."
"She also says it works for females, too." She agreed, laying back down next to me, pushing me to get up. "Would you like to find out if this is true?"
"Don't mind if I do." I scooted down, getting down to her bottom. She spread her legs wide, revealing a lovely pink slit glistening with dew. I maintained eye contact as I leaned down to her delightful 'Nesshood, and inhaled. I used to think that aromaphiles were a bunch of perverted weirdos, but as I took in the scent of aroused Femininity… I got it.
I stuck my tongue out, giving her a long, slow lick across her folds. One would think she'd taste like watermelon (you know, because she's colored like one), but I tasted a mix of mangoes and hibiscus, combined with her natural scent. She trembled and gasped, as the tip of my tongue brushed across her exposed clitoris. I smirked, an idea popping into my head. I wiggled my tongue more, gently flicking it across her little nub like a snake. Little shivers of deep magenta travelled across her body.
"What're you doing?" She giggled. "That's not what Maggy taught us!"
"Maybe I want to experiment with something different?" I replied cheekily, in between kisses of her lower lips. "Maybe I want to shake things up, because My Queen is special and deserves my very best? Besides, you can't say you don't like this."
"He-he, you big dork!" She giggled, as I alternated between licking her folds and tickling her clit. [i]You say that,[/i] I thought, [i]But you were the one who compared my dick to a steam engine yesterday. I'd never heard Maggy laugh so hard.[/i] I guess that meant we were made for each other. Two ridiculous dorks who couldn't keep their paws off each other.
It didn't take long for her giggles to become moans, closing her eyes and letting her head fall to the side. Her hips began to push back against my muzzle. One paw caressed my face, reaching up to grab my horn and pulling me closer. I felt a thrill at this - there's something hot about using a partner's horns as handlebars as they serviced you, or as I serviced them. There was something dominant yet trusting about it, exerting control on them even as they had you at their mercy.
I went deeper, exploring every inch of her snatch. I watched her moan and wiggle, mindful of her reactions as I searched for her elusive g-spot. Maggy didn't have one, so it's not like I had a lot of experience in the matter. Fortunately, finding it turned out to be a lot easier than expected. My tongue rubbed a bump on the side, and Batty cried out, her body shivering with a wave of yellow.
[i]Target acquired.[/i]
I focused my efforts on that spot, licking and rubbing her in quick, powerful strokes. At the same time, I reached over her legs, two fingers rubbing her clit in small, rapid circles. The effect was immediate, as Batty's breathing became faster, her scales almost glowing.
"Oh, Spirits, Xero!" She moaned, her cries growing louder, as she grabbed both my horns and pulled me in. Her hips gyrated, bucking against my muzzle, her tail wrapping around my chest. "Yes! Yes! More Xero, more! I'm almost there! Almost, almost, all-, Oh XEROOHOOHOOOH!"
With one final buck, Batty's scales erupted in a kaleidoscopic display of colors as she came. She howled her delightful ecstasy as her inner walls clamped and seized upon my tongue. Hibiscus-Dragon-flavored juice filled my mouth with the taste of victory, and I drank deeply. She rode my muzzle like she rode her orgasm, powerful waves of pleasure creating such beautiful colors and patterns across her body.
There are few things as amazing as witnessing a Rainwing orgasm, especially at this angle.
We were bound together like this for several seconds, enjoying the sensations of each other. When she finally relaxed enough to release my tongue, I pulled away enough to lean up and give her clit one last suckle. She gave a shuddering squeal, her scales becoming brighter as she again squirted onto my chin and throat. I watched her come down, smiling as I smugly licked my lips.
"You're just going at me one-hundred, aren't you?" She sighed, gazing down at me with satisfied, bedroom eyes.
"What can I say? You taste as good as you smell." I stretched myself out, giving my neck a nice crack. "I could do this all day."
"I'd [i]love[/i] to see that someday," She purred, "But for now, I think I'm ready for the next level."
I looked down at myself - my shaft had returned to full mast, ready for another round. Looking up, Batty had already rolled to one side, lifting one leg up and spreading herself open, inviting me in. I scooched over until we were spooning each other, her tail again wrapping around my cock, guiding me in. With gentle but building pressure, her passage opened, and I slipped in.
We moaned in unison, two bodies becoming one. I wrapped my forelegs around her, holding her tight as I started thrusting. Even after our previous experiences and a fresh orgasm, she was still ridiculously tight. Every part of her squeezed me like a tight, hot, wet glove.
"Xero," She gasped, "I'm still pretty sensitive. I'm not gonna last long."
"Same," I grunted, struggling to keep the rhythm, "Let's cum together."
She gave her assent by wrapping her tail around mine, and interlocking claws with my free paw. I adjusted my angle, focusing my thrusts against where I believed her g-spot was. Her cries became higher, more urgent.
"Xero," She breathed.
"Cum for me," I whispered, rubbing her clit again in those quick, small circles.
"Xero," She whined.
"Cum for me," I repeated, licking the scales that divided her pink neck and green throat. I could feel her pulse against my tongue.
[i]"Xero,"[/i] She cried.
[i]"Cum for me."[/i] I whispered, gently biting her frill and giving it a little tug.
She gave a quiet, shuddering gasp, and her scales lit up in tantric beauty. Her body shook against mine, her body enraptured in a powerful orgasm. Her inner muscles squeezed me with renewed fervor, and I gave in to my own pleasure. I came, hilting in her heavenly womb even as I continued rubbing her clit.
We rode the waves of pleasure together, not knowing where her pleasure ended and mine began - two souls becoming one. We writhed together for what felt like forever, until we came down, completely and utterly spent. I became aware of the sounds of the jungle and the hustle and bustle of the village, so close yet on the other side of the planet as far as I was concerned.
"Was that good for you too, love?" I asked, rubbing her belly tenderly. Batty replied by grabbing my horn, and pulling me in for a long, tender kiss. I returned with equal amounts of love and care, gently stroking her frill.
"You get better every time, My Love," She said between kisses, nuzzling my chin.
"Practice makes perfect," I replied, kissing her forehead, "And you deserve my absolute best."
"As do you," She agreed. Looking down, she sighed, and observed, "Now I suppose we have to get cleaned up. Just look at us!"
I looked down. We'd made quite the mess between us (I pitied the poor maids who had to clean up after us). "Yes, I suppose we have to."
"Good thing I got my nap in," She giggled, sliding out of my arms and getting up, "I'm going to go clean up. You go ahead and rest. I'm sure Maggy will want her turn tonight."
"I think I will," I said, gently pulling and caressing her long tail, "See you later."
"See you." Her tail trailed up my neck and stroked my face, before she lowered it to cover her rear, and turned invisible. I rolled onto my back, resting my eyes and enjoying the afternoon sun and pleasant afterglow.
Little did I know just how important that little session would turn out to be...