Xerophilous x Greatness 2

"...So yeah, that happened today." I sighed, drinking from my cup of palm wine as I finished my story. It was after sunset, and we had a single candle lit as we sat on my bed, sharing a bottle and recounting our days. "I talked to Stonemover to make sure he didn't do some additional enchantment as a joke or something worse, but he didn't. I also had him check to make sure I hadn't been enchanted myself, and I came out clean. We figured that if the strawberry reversed Scarlet's personality and feelings, and she really really hated me when she turned…" I sighed, shaking my head. "... I just want you to hear it from me," I continued, "Before you heard it from the grapevine. I'm not looking for anyone else, and I wouldn't do anything like that without all of you being okay with it. I made a commitment to you three, and I'm going to keep it."

"I know that," Nessy said, taking a drink of her own, "And I know you, Xero. There was no way you could've known that Scarlet would be affected like that. But you don't have to worry about her either. She'll have plenty of friends and support at the Palace. You can let her find her own way without any guilt."

I nodded in agreement. We sat together on the bed, drinking in silence, listening to distant bird calls and the chirps of insects. Idly, I picked up the scroll she brought with her from the meetings Batty and her participated in. "So this is the list of names the focus group came up with for The Village?" I asked.

"Oh yes," The Nightwing giggled, scooting closer to see, "It was so much fun! We came up with dozens of names, but these were the ones we thought you would like most. Well, you and the Tribe."

"Xerosylvania?" I read aloud.

"Literally 'Xero's Woods' in Old Nightwing," She explained, "A fitting name considering your newfound importance and the rainforest that surrounds us."

"Xerophilia?" I shot her look, feeling somewhere between amused and disappointed.

"Proposed by some of your more... adoring fans." She shrugged. "You know they're asking to build a temple to you, right?"

"I'd rather not validate the other Queens' misandry by letting them think I turned the kingdom into a cult. ...Oh, interesting. 'Pusat Ibu'. I think that translates to 'Centrum' in the Nightwing tongue, if I'm not mistaken."

"That means 'Center Town' in the Rainwing Dialect. It fits into their style of place names. You wanted to have the name be something like 'Center' or 'Evolution', right?"

"Yes, I did. Let's see, down here we have 'Perkem', which is abbreviated for Evolution in Rainwing. ...Hmm, 'Lanjut', that's a cool word."

"It means 'Next'. That's kind of like Evolution, right?"

"That could work. ...What's this word? Afo- Afovon? Afovaan?"

"'Afovoany'. It comes from the east, where the Rainwings interact with the Mudwings more. It's their word for 'Middle'. Close enough to Center."

I stopped and stared at the next word, trying to figure how to pronounce it. Noticing my confusion, Nessy hid her smirk behind her cup. "'Renivohitra'," She translated, "It means 'Capital City'. The Girls seemed to think it's kind of bland, but it gets the point across. Plus, it sounds pretty regal, don't you think? Ren-e-vo-he-trah." She pronounced the word slowly and carefully, almost purring. I personally thought the word was too complicated for common spelling speech, but hearing her say it in that voice raised a couple spots.

Placing a wing over her back, I went to the next word. "'Kotatengah'. Now that's a name I can get behind. Simple, yet powerful. Ko-ta-ten-gah."

"'Middle City', in Old Rainwing. Another way of saying Centrum. Batty had a feeling you'd like that one."

"Indeed, indeed." I looked at the last two, and I gave her a deadpan glare. "Please tell me the last two are jokes."

"You can blame Flying Fox and the palm wine on those," She said, "Half the committee was drunk when we came up with 'Xero McXero Face', and the other half... well, you know how Rainwings can be."

"And 'Village McVillage Face'?"

"I included that so you can smack some sense into him. You and Grandeur are the only ones who can talk sense into him when he gets all squirrelly." She finished her cup, placing it on the table as I rolled up the scroll. "Anyways, having talked with the others, I'm sure the Council will approve of whatever name you suggest without any problems. Still, picking a name from the list would at least assure everyone that you're truly OUR King, and not just an outsider on the throne."

I nodded, finishing my own cup. "I'll have to think about it in the morning," I yawned, stretching myself out across the bed, "Spirits, what a crazy couple of days. I actually feel tired, and it's not even midnight."

"Don't tell me you're calling it a night already!" Nessy pouted, rolling away and onto her back. She shot me a simmering stare, crossing her backlegs and placing a paw behind her head. It was clear she was trying to be seductive, but it ended up coming across more cute than anything. "I'm a Nightwing, after all," She said playfully, "And I haven't had my wedding night yet! I spent all day listening to reports and flattery and silly Rainwing shenanigans. Aren't I entitled to a little snuggle time with my handsome husband?"

I snorted, but crawled over to her. "Of course you are, love. Between you and Batty, it's a wonder I get any sleep. Not that I'm complaining, of course." I emphasized the point with a kiss on her neck, my lips feeling the pulse of her jugular. I took in her scent, noticing the scent of Batty's new perfume: the honey-almond-vanilla of the night phlox flower, also called "midnight candy".

How delightfully appropriate.

I kissed down her back, lips touching her scutes as I made my way down her spine. Nessy shuddered when I reached the space between her wings, a delighted gasp escaping her lips. I smiled, and she held still as I went back. My claws traced along her sides, rubbing the edges of her leathery wings, reaching the curves of her belly. Her tail lifted as I reached her thighs, giving them a squeeze even as I kissed the base.

"And dragons claim that I am the ass-kisser!" She giggled, shaking her booty side-to-side.

"For a rump as perfect as yours," I replied, "I would kiss it all day, every day." I lifted her tail, licking my lips as I took in the scent of her glistening pussy in the moonlight. I breathed in her scent, the smell of woodsmoke and libraries mixed with feminine arousal. My tongue flicked across her slit, tickling her sensitive clit. Nessy shuddered and gasped at my touch, the first drops of dew like nectar. I licked her again, pressing into her folds.

"Three Moons, you weren't kidding!" She gasped, her tail wagging fiercely, "You… You… Aaahhh!"

I grabbed her tail, holding her in place as I dove my tongue between her legs. Sitting down, my free paw went to my growing erection, stroking myself. How lucky was I in my life, when I only had to touch myself as a warmup before plowing my mates?

My tongue went deeper, licking long and deep, slurping up her juices as soon as they formed. Her lips, her walls tried to clench and milk me as I wiggled it around, thrusting deep into her passage. Nessy covered her face in her paws, whining and moaning with unrestrained bliss.

It was a shame she didn't have a g-spot. A few quick and powerful licks, and I'd have her in a puddle in seconds. Still, my Rainwings had taught me well. My tongue flicked against her clit like an eager snake, a trick that worked well enough to get a laugh out of Batty. I rubbed and squeezed her thighs, getting her to squeak and whine at my ministrations. Then I dove my tongue deep into her passage, and this was what got her over the edge. She reared her head up and roared, a blast of fire lighting up the room. Her thighs shuddered, and hot juicy femcum squirted onto my tongue. I hummed with pride, lapping up the juices as they flowed, keeping her nice and clean. The moon shined on her rump, and a thought struck me.

"You have a booty now." I observed, caressing her thighs, giving her ass a squeeze. The gasp she gave was indignant and infatuated.

"Xero!" She chided, shooting me a playful yet annoyed look, "It's impolite to call a Queen fat!"

"I'm not calling you fat, I'm calling you thicc," I chuckled, "With two C's." Her legs were so soft and pliable to my paws, glistening under the moonlight. "This is mommy weight," I added, "After you've laid your first eggs. My eggs. That is incredibly hot."

My Nightwing blushed, purring happily as I played with her rump like a cat. "Does that make me a MILF?"

"Oh yeah," I agreed, rubbing at her lovely rump, "You and Batty and Maggy are the sexiest MILFs in the jungle. And nothing would make me happier than to hear you moan my name as I fill you up again."

"Then mount me, My King," She said, pressing back against me, "Drive your magical spear back in me. Fill me up until I drip white all over this jungle!"

"Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty." I mounted her, feeling my cock sliding along her slit. Her tail coiled around mine as I adjusted and got into position. I could feel her heat radiating onto my sensitive flesh. "Ready, My Queen?"

"I'm always ready for you, My Love," She crooned, looking back at me with loving, lustful eyes, "Go ahead. Breed me."

There is nothing a drake wants to hear more than those four words.

Permission given, I shoved myself inside. Her walls enveloped me like a warm glove, and we both moaned our lustful pleasure loud and proud. I slid in until I felt our crotches touch, so close to touching her womb with my tip. I nuzzled her neck as I held her tight, moving myself experimentally. Tight and wet, her walls gripped me just hard enough to feel amazing while still letting me slide in and out. Nessy whimpered under my touch, my heat, my girth. She gave permission by way of pressing against my chest. I started building a rhythm, going slow and steady at first. I admit I love The Queen's Position: I love being underneath Nessy, watching her ride me, her wings displaying the night sky as she climaxes. I also love having my mates beneath me in the traditional "doggystyle", pressing myself against their body, feeling every shudder and shake as I rut. I love watching her dig her claws into the sheets, nuzzling against my neck with each thrust. I also love that Nessy is a happy medium between Batty and Maggy - big enough to let me go rough, still demure and gentle enough to appreciate it when I make sweet tender love.

With an unspoken command, I went faster. My growls became grunts, her whimpers became moans. The world fell away, and the only thing that mattered was the heaven between my legs and the moaning female beneath me.

"Nessy," I grunted, feeling the familiar coil of tension building.

"Xero," She pleaded, "Please! Please! Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"

Having gotten her off already, I didn't hold back. I went hard and fast, pounding her until I felt lightning strike my dick and light up my body. I slammed myself in as deep as I could one last time, and I came. Hot, thick, virile cum spilled into her womb, bringing us untold bliss. Nessy's legs gave out beneath her, as did mine, and we collapsed onto the bed. I kept half-thrusting into her cunt, emptying my balls as I held her tight. My Queen whimpered and cooed blissfully, her walls clenching around my cock, milking me of every last drop. Instinctively I kissed and licked at her neck, earning happy giggles along the way.

We were connected like that for more than a minute, until I felt myself become truly and utterly spent. Satisfied, I pulled out and rolled onto my back. Nessy scooted onto my chest, and we hugged and kissed lazily in the moonlight.

"So that's what it's like with the drake in charge," Nessy sighed, nuzzling his neck sleepily, "I like it."

"Me too," I agreed, wrapping my forelegs and wings around her, "You're wonderful, my dear. I'm blessed to have you as a Queen and a mate."

"As I am to have you as my King," She replied dreamily, "And lover. And the father of my children."

And like that night just a few months ago, we spent the rest of the night bound in each other's arms...