I remember my first time with the dragoness who would become my mate. It was my third day and second night in Crossroads, and I still wasn't completely sold on joining the Coven. Or rather, I still firmly believed that the cult was a bunch of nonsense, and I was debating if there were any other reasons to stay.

Specifically a green-black Rainwing-Nightwing dragoness with a supposed gift of dream visions.

Dusk and I had been flirting hard and heavy the entire time I was there, even as she played hard to get by staying in her little manor. Now, there were plenty of other pretty little dragonesses staying in the common rooms like me, and in any other situation, I'd be charming my way into each and every one of their beds. But there was something about that cult leader, something about the little dragoness with the teal-colored eyes that made me hold back. I wanted, I dunno, to impress her I guess? I felt like I was under a test, and she was judging me for my worthiness. And for what it was worth, I wanted to prove myself to her, if for no other reason than to get a chance to lay with her.

As such, my patience and faith was rewarded that night, when Dusk invited me to go out for a short flight across the dunes for some "stargazing". As we left the little village behind us, I wondered which stars she intended to gaze upon: those in the sky, or the ones on my wings. Eventually, we came to rest atop a small mesa, high above the many dunes of the desert.

"Come," She said, laying down in a dip of rock, "Lay by my side. Let us enjoy the night, and gaze upon the tapestry of our ancestors."

"Don't mind if I do," I replied, laying close enough to her to brush her wing with mine, "Though color me curious, did you only want to take me out to count the constellations? Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you could make it absolutely thrilling, but…"

"Why Desperado, whatever do you mean?" She replied, feigning offense, "I am but a humble Holy-Ness, offering you sacred knowledge. Do you mean to tell me you only came out here in the foolish belief that I came out here for some lewd and indecent tryst?"

"What can I say?" I chuckled, "I'm just a scoundrel with simple needs. I see a beautiful 'Ness playing hard to get, waving her delightful rear in front of me, and I just can't help myself."

"Sounds like you're in need of some discipline," She purred, leaning closer, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight.

"I am a bad boy," I admitted, leaning in to meet her. Our lips touched, and the world shifted around us. Everything fell away until it was just us, the kiss electric and stunning. We looked at each other for a moment, surprised by the intensity of just the merest touch. Then we fell upon each other, rolling around the rock in a frenzy of claws and tails and tongues.

To say that I was surprised by Dusk's enthusiasm was an understatement. I've been with many females before. Most of them fell either into the "submissive and breedable", "low-esteem whores", or "fierce dominatrixes" categories. Dusk seemed to be somewhere in between. She could fight, but her moves were quick and teasing, meant to build anticipation. She knew what she wanted and how to get it, but she was giving me enough room to give me the illusion that I could win.

This became immediately apparent when I found myself on my back, my forelegs bound in her tail, as she sat proudly on my chest, triumphant and sultry. I tried to struggle, but I couldn't escape her vice-like grip.

"Hmm, looks like I win," She teased, a single claw stroking my cheek, "The big, bad mercenary got pinned by the little priestess from the jungle. What would your friends say?"

"They'd say she'd better be worth it," I quipped, "And be the sexiest 'Ness who ever lived."

"We're well past flattery now, aren't we?" She leaned down, licking my neck, "Let me tell you what we're gonna do. I'm going to service for two minutes. If you cum before the time limit, you must return the favor, for ten minutes, and you're free to leave if you choose. If you succeed, however, I will ride you as hard and fast as you've ever been ridden, and we will fuck until the sun rises. And in the morning, if you wish, you can consider yourself my bodyguard and captain of the town militia. How does that sound, my dear?"

"It sounds like a win-win scenario, as far as I'm concerned," I smiled, motioning for her to continue, "Use me as you wish."

Dusk smirked, kissing my neck, my shoulder, my chest. I closed my eyes, rolling my head back, enjoying the attention. Her claws trailed my sides, her lips and tongue caressed my chest, my belly. Color me impressed, she knew what she was doing - I could feel my erection starting to emerge from my slit, rubbing against her chest. She kept kissing and licking, until she stopped and observed me as went on full display.

"Would you look at this," She crooned, smiling delightfully, her paw taking and stroking me, "Not too big, not too small. Not too thick, not too thin. Just the slightest curve to reach further inside me. If I didn't know better, I'd say that the Darkstalker created you just for me." She emphasized this point by running the tongue along the underside of my cock, circling around my tip playfully. Her tongue held me in place, and she slid my dick into her mouth, and it took everything I had not to pass out.

My penis might've been perfect for her, but her mouth was perfect for me. All blowjobs feel great, that's a simple truth, but she was hitting every single check mark for me. The way her lips slid across my shaft, keeping a little bit of suction. The way her tongue squeezed and massaged me, filling me with visions of heaven. And of course, the way her eyes sparkled as she watched me, the corners of her mouth turned up in a confident smirk. She had me at her mercy, and she knew it.

I tried to focus on something other than the mouth around my pride. I dug my claws into the sand. I stared up at the starry sky, trying to count as many as I could. I focused on my breathing, keeping it nice and slow, trying not to give away how amazing it felt. It was helping, for a time, but I knew I was only delaying the inevitable.

As I felt that tension continued to build, and I felt myself approach the point of no return, Dusk released my cock. I let out a moan, both annoyed at the loss of pleasure, and relieved that I wasn't about to nut.

"Well well," She said, sounding amused as she licked some saliva away, "You managed to last the whole two minutes. Most males would've finished within thirty seconds. Consider me impressed."

"Told you," I said roughly, "I'm not like most drakes. I'm made of stronger stuff."

"That you are," Dusk agreed, her eyes full of lustful fire. She climbed up over me, sliding her pussy across my length. She rubbed herself against me, the saliva mixing with her own juices, making my cock even more slick. "You taste just right. Now let's see if you feel just right, too."

Her long, flexible tail took hold of my length, holding it in place. She adjusted her position, bracing herself against my chest, and started pressing down. There was a moment's resistance, and then I slid in. I grunted, velvety walls of her sacred passage squeezing my pride. Dusk closed her eyes and moaned as she sank, the scales along her sides flashing pink and magenta. She pressed herself down more and more, milking me every inch of the way, until her crotch touched mine, and I felt my tip kiss her cervix.

"Oh, yessss," She sighed, "That feels… perrrrfect. Praise the Darkstalker, you fill me just right." She gyrated her hips, spinning herself around in that way that doesn't do much for males, but feels fantastic for females. She shuddered and cooed as she maneuvered me to reach every special spot in her. Her insides squeezed and massaged my drakehood, tantalizing me in ways very few females ever have. It was taking every ounce of willpower not to start thrusting into her.

Fully comfortable, she started to lift her rear up. She pulled until only my tip was in her, before pushing back down in one fluid motion. We both exclaimed at that, voicing our mutual approval. Her claws dug into my chest as she started to ride me, moving in smooth, controlled motions. Her rear rocked up and down, up and down, sliding and squeezing me with every movement. My paws went to her sides, caressing her hips, grabbing her tight, strong rear. She voiced her approval loudly, her wings flaring out - starry scales shining brightly amid an aurora borealis.

"Fuck! Yes! Yes!" She cried, bouncing off me, "More! Give me more! Give me more!"

I tried my best to comply. I gripped her hips with both paws, thrusting into her as hard and as fast as I could. Her moans became howls as I pounded her slit, the quiet of night broken by the SMACK-SMACK-SMACK of our bodies, and the needy noises of mating dragons. Her tail wrapped around mine, holding me steady. Her inner muscles squeezed and milked me harder than any whore I've ever fucked. I felt myself rapidly approaching the point of no return, and I didn't bother holding back.

I growled and snarled, baring my teeth in exertion as I bucked faster and harder. My claws dug into her flesh, my crotch smacking into hers like a drum. I could feel the tension building, and despite my efforts, I wasn't going to last long. Part of me felt like the courteous thing to do was warn her (not every dragoness has access to moon tea, after all), and I said, "H-hey, Dusk, I'm-"

That was as far as I got. To my eternal surprise, she leaned down and bit my shoulder, just as she slammed herself down on my spear, and came. She wasn't a squirter, but she was definitely a shaker - her entire body rocked with the power of her orgasm, her inner walls squeezing and milking me for everything I had.

It was more than I could handle. Letting out a strangled gasp, I pulled her down on my cock, and came as hard as I'd ever came before. Pleasure filled me as I filled her with hot jets of my essence, as we continued to slap against each other. My claws dug into her hips just as deeply as her teeth, mixing pain with pleasure.

We sat there for a time, growling and gasping and thrusting into one another, riding the highs of our mutual climax. As we started coming down, Dusk released her bite, licking at the wound and the little pinpricks of blood starting to bead.

"You marked me," I said, a statement instead of a question.

"I hope I didn't take things too far," She replied, laying across my chest, "I know some drakes don't like it when a female bites back."

"No, I don't mind it," I replied, "Don't mind at all. I just… I've never been with a female who did that before."

"I don't… normally do that." Dusk looked away, pink blushing along her frill. She glanced up at me, looking the most vulnerable I'd seen her yet. "That was really, really good, by the way. It's been a long time since I've been with a drake who could get me off. Thank you."

"Oh, I always aim to please." I chuckled, placing my paws behind my head. She crawled up on my chest, resting her head on my neck.

"So," She asked teasingly, "Have I convinced you to stay?"

I licked my lips, considering. "Maybe," I teased, "But I seem to remember something about fucking until sunrise."

Dusk smiled back. "Yes, I believe that was part of the deal. Think you'll be ready to go again soon?"

"Very soon," I agreed, "But first, let's keep the mood going, shall we?"

I rolled us over, pinning her to the ground again. I had a moment to take in her look of surprise and renewed arousal as I leaned in and kissed her, shoving my tongue back into her mouth. I rocked my hips nice and slow, and she wrapped her legs around my body, eager for more. And so it went for the rest of the night, with the two of us taking turns mounting the other, fucking each other silly. By the time the sun peaked over the horizon, we were both reeking of sex, exhausted yet blissfully satisfied. We went to a small pond to clean ourselves off before heading back to Crossroads, and I told her that we could fuck like that every night, I'd serve her until the day I died.

And indeed, I would do just that…