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You instantly noticed. How their eyes were filled with an obsidian color struck with piercing pupils only a sharp predator could have, how they barely cared to properly hide their tail under their cape, often resulting in the long, slithery appendage showing its flaming pinkish-green color when peeking from under the flowing fabric. You could even see the shape of their wings from under their clothes, and it baffled you how no one noticed.
You could tell they knew about you too. Although your disguise was much better than theirs, your smell could not lie. Dragons could smell another of their kind from miles away. They would pierce your very soul with their death stares whenever you two would come across in Dragon City Square. You could also notice their tail twitching from annoyance under their clothes if you squinted enough. Yet, neither of you would dare to approach one another, only building up the tension more.
You suspected that Sweet Berry Cookie—or whatever her name was, you couldn't bother to remember—and that pink-haired cookie who carried around that oversized gauntlet knew exactly what was going on with this 'cookie': you saw the woman nudge at their shoulder in what you believed was an attempt to tell them to tuck their tail back under their cape.
Yet, none of your dragon hunter crews seemed to notice that a—better said two—dragon hid amongst them, and it drove you mad. As a dragon yourself, the only reason you joined the dragon hunters through their journey was to erase your own kind out of the dragon's valley to enjoy it on your own for the rest of your very long years without fearing that another reptile would destroy your nest again, which was what caused your exile in the first place.
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Although this morning greeted you with quiet an annoying surprise. You felt the urge to start fiddling with your nest—or your bed with sheets and pillows shaped as a nest—first thing in the morning, rearranging it's shape, switching pillows with one another in an attempt to make it 'perfect.' Warmth spread all over your body, leaving sweat to accumulate under the scales that decorated your cookie body. The timing could not be any worse, mating cycle deciding to play you nasty trick while a male dragon was roaming around the city you tried to stay undercover in.
After finally leaving your bed, which took a good amount of time—because of your internal debate of whether or not it was a good idea to go out in the first place—you threw your clothes on and left your place for Dragon City Square to join your colleagues in their training, hoping the nesting behaviors would have calmed your hormones; surprise, surprise : they did not.
The moment you stepped in the square, the long, white-haired cookie flipped on their heels as if they'd heard a bomb drop. The smell of a female dragon going into heat was overwhelming their senses, getting their breath ragged in just a couple of seconds. The pink-haired woman, noticing the sudden change of behavior in their companion, gave them a nudge on their shoulder to bring them back to reality. "Whoa, are you okay there, friend?" They did not answer, simply growled slightly as they watched you try to make your presence less noticeable to them by blending in next to Tarte Tatin Cookie.
Pitaya tried to shake off the sudden hormone overflow they went through by the simple presence of the smell of pheromones, but you could tell by the twitch of their tail from underneath their cape that they were struggling to maintain their composure. They looked away in an attempt to forget about the situation, but their body betrayed them; the tent growing in their pants was just enough to know what went through their mind at the moment.
While the both of you tried to fight off the urge to dive into your primal needs with one another, Sweet Pinkyberry Cookie and Tarte Tatin Cookie had already started giving some training advice to some of their crews about dragon hunting techniques. Needless to say, it was not interesting to either of you at the moment, being too occupied with the task at hand to not pounce on eachother like wild animals.
You could feel warmth pooling in your guts and slit building down at the bottom of your underwear as you struggled to stay in place when you suddenly felt something nudging at the side of your body. Looking down, you saw a very interested Buttercream smelling at the sides of your pants, trying to figure out where the smell of pheromones came from. As a female wyvern, she was not affected by the hormones, unlike Pitaya, who struggled to fight back against their own body at the moment.
"Hey now, Buttercream, that's no way to approach a lady as pretty as our lady over there!" Royal Margarine Cookie sing-songed as he recalled his 'dragon' back at his feet. You knew the flirt was meant as a joke; he's been doing that to every woman he meets, but Pitaya did not see it with the same eye. They shot a glare at Margarine, enough to get any normal cookie to chicken out, which the dragon rider immediately did, hurrying his 'little' companion to scoot away from you. The hormones were causing Pitaya to act rather territorial, even over someone they haven't really interacted with.
The rest of the day was spent trying to keep your mind busy with training along with your colleagues as you felt a striking pair of eyes observing you from a few meters away with a hungry, predatory gaze. Later in the evening, Sweet Pinkyberry Cookie offered to pay for a glass of Fireade for each one of the crews, which everyone gladly accepted, hurrying themselves in DragonClaw Inn to help themselves at a table, waiting for their drinks.
The tavern was rather loud, not that you minded much; Dragon's Valley was a much louder place than that. You sat at the table between Tarte Tatin and Margarine. Buttercream sat under both your and Margarine's seat, waiting for a piece of food to fall down from the table like a starving cakehound. Pitaya sat across from you, arms crossed, not even looking at the glass of fireade before them. Their broad shoulders were tensed and you swore you saw their eyes twitch every now and then.
You hurried to finish your beverage, fast enough to leave quickly, but not too fast to drink yourself out or seem rude. Shortly after you finished your drink, you pretended a sudden headache and took your leave, pressing yourself out of the tavern and sighing in relief when the cool air of the night freshened up your scales that bathed in your own sweat all day. You were ready to head home when a hand, grabbing your own, abruptly stopped you.
"I'm ssssick of this game... what exactly do you think you're doing?" You didn't dare to look back; you knew exactly who it was when you heard the slithering of their tongue. You could recognize that speech quirk among any, even from hearing it once or twice. You tried pulling your arm away but failed miserably; they kept an iron grip on your arm that was sure to bruise later. "Let go of me! Let go, I said!".
Pitaya was a sweaty mess, breathing like they had just run a marathon, their tail swaying from side to side, not even hidden under their disguise anymore. They growled and puffed out some smoke out of their nostrils before saying in a raspy voice, "We both know neither of ussss is going to handle an entire week when you're in thisss sssssstate."
Their grip slightly loosened, but they kept their gloved hand around your forearm in case you tried to flee. You knew they were right; none of you would be able to stay perfectly undercover when your pheromones were acting up this bad, tickling both of your senses. "Well, we will have to." You tried to shake off their hand once more, failing again, which resulted in their grip tightening.
"Ssssurender to your needs. It will make thisss whole processss easier for the both of usss." You could see they were growing impatient, trying to convince you to agree to a release for the both of you. Surely, they was not wrong; mating would stop your heat, and the both of you could go back to your normal states, but risking pregnancy and giving birth to dragonlings in such a city would be sure to leak your dragon identity.
"And what if I end up carrying a dragon's brood in a city full of dragon hunters, which I'm part of? Do you want to get me killed?" You snarled at them, curling your fist in a ball as a puff of smoke came out of your nose out of anger. "You don't have to ssstay here." "Oh? And where would I go? The Dragon's Valley, where I would get my nest destroyed again?!" You raised your voice at them, their ignorance beginning to drive you to a boiling anger. "There isss plenty of ssssspace in my cave for dragonlingsss."
This took you out of every thought you could form. The dragon was so desperate they ended up proposing their place to be used to raise their own new legacy without a second thought, just because they were aroused to the point of no return?... So were you. You smacked their hand off, and with a tug of their sleeve, you walked in the opposite direction, whispering a little 'follow me' in a semi-annoyed tone.
They followed you without a word through the quiet, dimly lit streets of the city until you reached the door of a shabby little cabin-looking house. The door creaked upon twisting the knob. You gently pushed the door open to reveal a dark living room—or what you used as a living room—and turned around to invite the other dragon in.
The sight you witnessed when you turned around made your stomach drop in anticipation : the dragon was panting, their tail tucked between their legs, and their cock straining in their pants. Sweat was building up at the top of their forehead, and they looked like they were ready to pounce on you. Surely the pheromones must have given them a rough time holding back all day.
They hurried inside and took off their cape, letting it pool to the ground without a care. Their long, broad wings sprung out from under the fabric, and Pitaya let out a breath they didn't even know they were holding, relieved by their wings being released from their tight confines.
You followed through, stepping into the usually cold room but this time feeling an overwhelming warmth from the heat trapped between your scales. You urged yourself to take off your coat, leaving it to fall next to Pitaya's cape. Their long, clawed fingers twitched from impatience as they tried so hard to fight off the urge to jump on you like a wild butter tiger.
You turned around to lock the door, causing the same creaking noise as when you opened it, secretly hoping the impatient dragon would pounce on you as soon as your back faced them. But Pitaya didn't; they busied themselves by removing their gloves and overshirt to keep the last bit of dignity they held on to and not seem like they couldn't control themselves.
You quickly made your way to your bedroom; Pitaya followed close behind you and smirked when they saw the nest shaped pillows and sheets "Impatient weren't we? It'ssss almossst like you knew thisss would happen.." they playfully teased, nudging your arm with their elbow. You gave them a light slap at the back of their knees with your tail and faked an eye roll but Pitaya had already noticed the way you smiled at their comment.
While you lit the dark room with candles that rested on the tiny table next to your nest—electricity in housings doesn't exist in there—the dragon took off the white blouse they used as an undershirt, revealing the stunning red scales and the souljam that decorated their upper body. The sight alone was enough to get your mouth watering; you lied to yourself, pretending the reaction was caused by the heat cycle's hormones.
Pitaya sat down on the edge, the mattress slightly bending under their weight, and gave you an inviting look, smirking as their gaze devoured your whole body, still covered in your attire. You kicked your shoes off, along with your weapon and the very few accessories you had on, and left them down in a corner of your room.
Their smirk only grew wider at the bare removal of this bit of clothing, and you could see their dough grew redder at the cheeks. You felt your own face grow a similar tint of red when you felt their hardened member brush against your inner thigh upon straddling their lap. The dragon made a quiet growl, resembling a purr, when your fingertips danced along the sides of their torso lovingly.
Their eyes hungrily switched their focus between your eyes and your lips, but they suddenly closed when you dove headfirst for a kiss. You knew the slit that had already pooled down your underwear had made it past the layer of clothes you wore, and you knew Pitaya felt it too when they gripped tightly at the sides of your hips, rocking your lower body back and forth against their own.
You groaned in the kiss when you felt the sudden stimulation you had denied your needy body all day; your fingers traveled their way from the sides of their torso to the front and came to rest on the edge of their souljam. The beautiful triangular-shaped gem shined a bright shade of red similar to a ruby. The tips of your fingers traced along the soft gem and rubbed it inside out, petting and stroking the souljam with such love and dedication that it wouldn't seem like the both of you spent your time giving each other dirty looks ever since Pitaya stepped in Dragon City.
They clawed at the dough of your hips and made a strained groan, a sound that was choked by your lips that were hungrily nipping and licking the inside of his mouth and lips. You could tell by the way their cock twitched in their pants they were absolutely melting from the souljam massage, but Pitaya decided to take the dominant side and suddenly broke the kiss.
The green claws of the dragon left the sides of your body to wrap themselves around your wrists. In a swift motion you found yourself pinned to the mattress, the greenish-red dragon looming over you and panting like a dog. "Enough teasssing... Let ussss get to the main part." they snarled through their sharp teeth. You secretly hoped they would bury their canines in the soft dough of your throat; the hungry gaze you paid the sharp canines told Pitaya all they needed to know, and without a second thought, they shoved their head in the crook of your neck, aiming at the soft spot at the sides of your throat.
The sudden bold move stole a yelp out of you; you tried grounding yourself by grabbing a fistful of their hair, causing a couple of seeds to fall from the white knots and drop on the mattress. They harshly bit down on the soft flesh, hungrily marking down their new mate, claiming her as theirs. You let out a whimper of pain dribbled with pleasure as they sucked, bit, and licked at your sensitive dough. The cacophony of squelchy sucking sounds and whimpers stopped as abruptly as they started when Pitaya pulled their head out of the warm cave your jaw, neck, and collarbone created.
"Sssweet.." Their roaring voice sent a train of chills down your spine. You could feel the tip of your tail hitting against the mattress and your wings twitching in excitement as Pitaya's claws ripped through the fabric of your shirt—you later will be pissed at them for your shirt being torn apart, but you were too busy to care in the moment—and pulled it off your body in a rapid move of their claws, revealing your breasts for their eyes to devour. They practically drooled at the sight and smirked as their primal urge reminded them that what they were witnessing will be used to feed their future legacy.
They wasted no time giving your bottoms the same treatment as your shirt, turning both your pants and underwear into a mess of confetti on the floor of your bedroom. Pitaya stared at your swollen cunt for a few seconds but got his trance cut short when your tail snuck its way up to the waistband of their pants as a reminder to take them off as well, which they gladly did, revealing their secondary appendage proudly to you. It was both long and large, a bit larger for its length but still average nonetheless—for a dragon, that is—decently curved and similarly colored as the rest of their body. A tiny patch of white hair decorated the top of their pelvic area, and you noticed a few seeds on the bush, similar to the ones they had on their head.
Needless to say, your pussy practically squeezed around nothing at the sight alone. Pitaya spread both of your thighs apart to fit his hips in between and grabbed at the soft dough of your hips to bring your body closer and to keep you firmly in your position, laid on your back, revealing your beautiful nature for their eyes only. Neither of you felt like wasting more time on foreplay, your nether region was clearly wet enough to welcome their cock without any troubles, and Pitaya understood that well. With little warning, they shoved their dick in one go as soon as their tip lined up with your warmth.
Both of your pelves made clacking noises when meeting one another, but that sound was overpowered by the loud, startled moan you let out. Pitaya simply growled in relief and closed their eyes, smiling and enjoying the moment they've been so patient for during the entire day. It didn't take long until you adjusted to the width of their dick, and with a short mumble of approval, Pitaya started thrusting.
The pace they set was brutal; hard yet rapid thrusts attacked your lower region all at once. You couldn't hold back the string of moans and grunts leaving your throat when you felt like you were being thrown and drowned in an ocean of bliss. The greenish-red dragon's tail slapped against the mattress, and their wings rapidly flapped, showing that they shared the same amount of pleasure as well. "Sssuch a loud dragon.. go on, let everyone know of our little affair, of how much of a ssslut you are letting yoursssself be bred by any dragon that comess by whenever your heat arrivesss.."
"The insolence..! w-weren't you the one litterally begging me for s..-ex! Ah!" Your snarty comeback was cut short when Pitaya hooked your leg on one of their shoulders, the green spike at the top of their wing slightly brushing the bottom of your feet, tickling you a bit. But that feeling was quickly forgotten when Pitaya leaned down on you, putting you in a twisted position that was sure to leave your back aching. Both of their strong hands were grabbing the sheets, their claws pushing through the fabric, trapping your head between them. Their pace quickened to an almost impossible speed to reach for any normal cookie.
"Insssult me one more time and you're done for. Do not forget who you belong to now. You'll partake in the creation of my offsspring but it doessss not give you any right to look down upon the legendary red dragon!" They punctuated every one of their words with a harsh thrust, setting a punishing rhythm that was hard for your waist to follow. The way their groans sounded like in your ear pushed you quickly towards the edge, and you felt an unfamiliar sensation in your lower abdomen.
Moans kept flowing out of your mouth as much as you tried to suppress them but definitely gave up in doing so when the other dragon suddenly lifted their upper body enough to let one hand go off the mattress and gave a hard tug on one of your wings, giving you an intense wave of pain that you did not hate in the slightest. The bliss in your screams gave it away as you voiced out your pleasure.
Eventually, Pitaya got bored of the position and decided to switch it up. They grabbed firmly at the sides of your body, claws digging through enough to draw jam, and flipped you over on your knees. They grabbed the back of your neck, shoving your face down in the sheets and muffling your noises. Pitaya shoved their length back inside as easily as they did the first time they entered your core and continued their intense ministrations. You felt their clawed hands scratch the sides of your body, traveling down to your lower back and stopping at the base of your tail before grabbing it and giving it a hard pull.
That was all you needed to trip and fall over the edge. Your orgasm untied the knot in your stomach as you lifted your head from the sheets and screamed out your ecstasy. Pitaya felt your heat clench around their length, the pleasure causing their eyes to flutter and continue their painful yet delightful 'caresses,' accompanying you through the tidal wave that was your orgasm and bringing you to the verge of overstimulation, not once slowing down. But they knew they wouldn't last long if your walls kept hugging their dick this way. "T-too much..! -Taya-hah!" You begged through your overstimulation, the nickname coming out unconsciously in your high-pitched moan.
Pitaya's thrusts were becoming sloppy as they started to reach the peak of their bliss, and with a rough snap of their hips meeting the soft dough of your ass, they came. You felt the warm liquid repaint your inside as Pitaya let out a loud groan of relief upon finally feeding their primal desire. "Yesss.. carry my youth..!" They half-whispered in a sex-drunk ecstasy before thrusting one last time, shoving all their essence in your core to ensure the pregnancy, before pulling out and flopping on their back.
As both of you attempted to catch your breaths, you felt a bit of their juice seep out of your insides and drip down your inner thighs, resulting in a sticky, uncomfortable feeling that would be your concern later. Pitaya's chest was rising and falling rapidly as they tried desperately to come down from their high but had quite the trouble; being sexually inactive for so long surely had caused them to get a bit rusty.
After a long while of you both lying down naked on the sheets, you scooted a bit closer to curl around yourself against the side of Pitaya's body, an instinctive search for aftercare, which the dragon surprisingly gladly accepted, wrapping a wing and their arm around your curled-up frame. Both of your panting came to a halt, and your breaths noticeably slowed down as you relaxed into the body of one another. The smell of another dragon felt reassuring to you for once, and you slowly started to fall asleep until Pitaya's voice startled you awake.
"Ssso... what'ssss your name?"