Dragon Tails

BOOK OF DRAGONS

(DRAGON TAILS)

The pearl-white dragoness, Mythra, soared gracefully above the winding road, her large wings cutting through the crisp morning air. Her diligent eyes caught sight of a chaotic scene below--a huddle of bandits swarming a carriage. They overwhelmed the guards with their sheer number and quickly slew them. They spared no one, even killing the horses. She circled the site, ordinarily impartial to human struggles, but this seemed different. The carriage was strangely well-guarded and covered with a thick cloth. She could not help but be curious.

Even though her kin would mock her for paying any heed to human struggles, but she could not resist the pull of her curiosity. Hovering just out of the Humans' sight, her attention was drawn beyond the clash of swords. She heard the cries of a woman; there were some women among the guards and the thugs as well; however, this cry came from the carriage. She quickly realized that this was no ordinary carriage. This one carried a human as its cargo. Now, that single terrified soul was trapped inside.

It was considered taboo for dragons to intervene in the affairs of humans. But hearing the screams of the poor, trapped soul drew her closer. She was always fascinated with humans but never dared to interact with them, as humans feared her kind, and any intervention would draw the humans' ire. She was happy with watching from a distance. But now, she was at a loss. As a dragon, she was not supposed to tamper with human affairs, but her nature as a dragon would not allow her to turn a blind eye to a creature in danger.

The cries she heard from within the carriage drew her strangely. She wanted to protect those too weak to defend themselves, an inherently dragonic trait. With her mind made up, she descended from the skies like a bolt of lightning. Her sudden presence shook the bandits to their very core.

All eyes looked to the source of the loud crash. When the dust settled, the humans saw the great white dragoness. Though the thugs brandished their swords, they shook in fear, none daring to make the first move.

Finally, one of the bandits loosed an arrow at Mythra. His celebration was cut short when the arrow broke on impact. The sound of the arrow snapping acted as the start of the battle. The bandits charged with a ferocious war cry. Mythra laughed to herself. It would take an army of gifted warriors, each with masterly crafted weapons to kill a single dragon; even heroes with the blessings of gods would struggle to harm a dragon. These humans could not even leave a scratch on my scales. She inhaled deeply, the bright burning fire lighting up inside her chest. The light blinded the bandits and paused their charge.

The battle was over as soon as it began. When Mythra let loose her brilliant blue fire, it turned more than half of the bandits to smoldering heaps. The remaining force fled in terror, fearing the dragon's fire. The road lay quiet once more, save for the occasional rustle of trees and the crackle of dying embers.

Mythra approached the carriage cautiously, aware of the fear her kind inspired in humans. Her heart beat uncertain as she pondered her next step. Humans are fragile creatures. The mere sight of a dragon might cause- She considered how to act and how she might save the human without scaring it to death but her musings were cut short.

"Is there anyone out there?" a soft voice echoed from within.

With a shock, Mythra realized it was the human trapped in the carriage. Taking a moment to steady her nerves, she decided to keep her identity concealed (as best she could). She softened her voice, careful to conceal her deep (by human standards) voice.

"You're safe now," Mythra reassured, her voice sounding like a human woman, surprising even herself. "The bandits are gone. Rest easy."

Silence followed, and Mythra could hear the girl's sigh of relief. She hoped saving the human would inspire trust between them and that the human would not flee in terror at the mere sight of a dragon.

The girl's voice cut through the stillness again with urgency. "Can you free me, please? The door was damaged during the attack"

Mythra hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. She wanted to help the human; however, she knew what would happen if the human saw her.

"I must tell you," she began slowly. "I am... not human."

A pause ensued, heavy with the girl's curiosity.

"Not a human? An elf, then?" The girl's voice came, sounding almost hopeful.

"No," Mythra replied.

"A dwarf?"

The dragoness shook her head, though it went unseen. "No."

"An ogre? Or ork, perhaps?" It sounded like the girl was enjoying playing this guessing game.

Mythra scoffed to herself. Typically, she would have torn apart anyone who dared compare her to lower beings. But she could not bring herself to anger; something about the joy in the girl's voice brought a strange kind of patience to her heart. It pained her to know that as soon as she freed the human, she would undoubtedly scream and flee in terror.

"I will free you and save you from guessing any further," Mythra said, finally having made up her mind.

Mythra carefully approached the carriage and forced open the door. The door swung open slowly, revealing the slender, wide-eyed figure inside. Mythra saw the sudden surprise in the young girl's face. She quickly stretched out her wings and took to the sky to avoid unnecessary incidents with the human.

She flew hastily back to her cave, albeit earlier than usual; she already had more excitement than she had expected for the day. She hoped the girl would be safe but managed to convince herself that the human girl would easily find other humans to help her.

Surely, she would be fine. Her garments seemed more extravagant than what humans usually wear. And all those guards makes me think she is important. Someone will likely find her. She thought as she landed at the mouth of her cave. She looked over her shoulder one final time. I'm sure she will be fine.

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The following day, Mythra woke up with a chill. The weather had taken an unforeseen turn. Winter had been in the air; however, she had expected the weather to be more bearable for at least another four weeks. She walked to the cave mouth. The sudden cold surprised her. Her mind was immediately taken to the human girl.

Humans traveled much slower than the other races. She knew the girl was caught in the sudden winter storm. She feared for the human's safety and decided she would assure the human's safety despite her strong aversion toward the cold.

Mythra unfurled her mighty wings, feeling the chill over the thin membrane. I can't imagine a worse feeling than cold air in my wings. She shuddered. She jumped into the air, catching the wind under her wings. staying airborne was far more difficult than she had expected. The thin, cold air meant she had to put in nearly double the effort to achieve the same result. And the gust of cold air took a toll on her vision while airborne.

Through her blurry vision, Mythra scanned the grounds below as she soared over the surrounding area where they had first met. Her worry deepened when she found no trace. Had the human been found by her own kind? Or perhaps she has already succumbed to the cold... No, I cannot think like that. She is safe; she has to be. Mythra paused for a moment. Why was she so worried about a human? After all, she was merely a human; in two centuries, there would be no trace of her. Compared to the dragoness, a human's lifespan was simply a blink of an eye. But for some reason, Mythra could not understand why this human was so present in her mind.

She found herself hoping that she would see the human's bright red hair. But after several hours of searching, she found no trace. After being in the subzero cold for an extended period of time, she could hardly stay in the air. The cold had caused her wings to become brittle, and small cuts started forming at the edges. Her inner eyelids had also started freezing. If I look any longer, I may succumb to the cold myself.

She made one more round before finally heading back to her cave. Her worry for the human continually vexed her mind. But all her thoughts were quickly put to rest when she reached her cave.

At the entrance, covered in about an inch of snow, Mythra noticed a glimpse of bright red. She quickly landed and rushed over. Before her lay the human, seemingly unconscious. When did she get here? I left hours ago. She leaned her head closer to the human. She heard a clear heartbeat. Good, she is still alive. Mythra slowly scooped her up in her front paw and carefully hopped over into the cave.

The cave sheltered them from the wind and snow; however, the human's body was worryingly cold, and her own wings were nearly frozen. I know the perfect remedy for this cold. She thought, smiling to herself almost as if she was talking to the girl.

She slowly hopped over to the central chamber of the cave. She had spent several years, when she first claimed the cave, to decorate the walls with glowing stones and intricate carvings. Looking back, she mused at some of her carvings. She had taken inspiration from some human art she had seen while searching for a home. Intricate flowing patterns and unique shapes with no definite focus.

She laid the human woman near her nest on the soft furs. She gave a sigh of comfort, practically feeling her wings thaw. After a few minutes, she glanced over at the woman. Still unconscious, it seems. She stood up, stretching her muscles and spreading her wings.

Leaving the warm chamber, she quickly retrieved some furs she had been saving from her hunts. Hoping to provide the human with some extra layers to warm her up. Humans are quite fragile. Hopefully, this will help. She thought, draping a bear skin over the girl's small frame.

"Thank you," a timid voice broke the silence.

Mythra froze, taken by surprise. "You are awake?"

"Yes."

"For how long?" Mythra asked, unsure why she was asking.

"When you got up and stretched. I woke up in time to see you spread your wings. They are truly magnificent"

The girl's comment sent a strange chill down Mythra's spine, causing her wings to twitch. The compliment caught her off guard. She had never been called anything other than hideous. To her kin, her white scales were considered lifeless and plain. Her scales had even been compared to dry bones. But this human clearly saw something else, and her words stirred something in Mythra.

"Do you fear me, human?"

"Fear you? Why would I ever fear you? You saved my life... twice."

"You certainly are a strange human. I don't think any human has ever spoken to me so calmly, even if I had saved their lives."

"I could always scream and beg for my life," the girl smiled jokingly.

Mythra was speechless. Not only did this human not fear her, but she was bold enough to compliment her and even more so to make jokes.

The human noticed Mythra at a loss for words. "I'm sorry, I was just joking. I guess I should have been more cautious of how you felt," she paused. "But I really am not afraid of you."

Mythra tilted her head, "I am not offended if that is what you are worried about. I was simply caught off guard. Most humans tend to cower in my presence. I find it hard to believe simply saving your life would be enough to quell a human's fear."

"Well, I guess you did more than save me from dying."

"What do you mean?"

"You see, I was being sent off to be wed to a man I have never met. My father hoped to improve relations with a far-off nation. To be completely honest with you, I would rather be eaten alive than be taken by a man I do not know. And if I am to be eaten by a being as magnificent as you, I would be honored."

Mythra recoiled slightly at the thought of eating a human. So little meat and I'm pretty sure they don't even taste good. She looked into the human's eyes.

"I thought political weddings were normal among humans."

She frowned, "They are, but... I just can't stand the thought of marrying for anything other than love," she huffed. "My mother always read stories of girls meeting their true loves. Some are even unexpected, like a princess and a servant boy or a man and a woman from opposing nations. I would sooner have married one of our servants than a man I have never met."

"You seem to have strong feelings on the subject. Have you voiced these thoughts to your father?"

The human's mood visibly worsened as she began to cry. "I try, but it is always the same. ' A princess's only purpose is to serve the kingdom's needs,'" she pulled her knees to her chest.

Mythra stood back for a moment. She had never thought she would meet human royalty, let alone speak to them. Most dragons held destain for royalty; they were the ones who put bounties on dragons, and they were the reason the dragon population had decreased so drastically. But this human in front of her did not kindle thoughts of violence, but instead, thoughts of pity and sadness.

She softly pressed her head against the human's back before speaking

"I did not know humans were so soulless. I am sorry."

"You do not need to be sorry," she replied between sobs. "Is it different for dragons?"

"Dragons always choose their own mates. It may be superficial at times, but mates grow to love each other over time, and after bonding, they leave the domain to make a nest of their own," Mythra tried her best to explain without boring the human with too many of the courting details.

She looked up at Mythra, wiping a tear from her eyes before smiling. "You must be a sought after commodity, with scales as radiant as yours. I can only imagine how the dragons would fight for your attention."

Mythra hung her head, feeling a tang of sadness.

"Dragons prefer vivid colors. The brightest colors get the most attention, whereas my scales are considered the color of infertility and death."

There was a moment of silence. Mythra had closed her eyes, unable to bear her own shame. She had expected the human to pity her or change the subject. But what she did instead shocked them both. Mythra felt the human's cold body press against her head and cold hands wrapped around her jaw.

"How can you talk like that? I have never seen anything as beautiful as your scales. When the sun shines just right, I can see a myriad of colors dance across your scales. I might not know a lot about dragons, but I know anyone who thinks otherwise is a moron of the highest order."

Mythra didn't have to open her eyes to know her scales had turned a soft pink from embarrassment. She felt a strange comfort from the human presence, even if it was a cold presence.

Mythra's eyes quickly opened when she remembered. "You are still so cold. Come with me. I will take you to the hot water chamber."

She was reluctant to let go of the dragon, but she could not ignore the cold she felt. The dragon turned around and lightly guided the human with her wing.

"Walk slow, and be careful where you step, the tunnels have no light. I know humans struggle to see in the dark"

Mythra led the girl to a chamber adjacent to the main one. When she had found the cave, this chamber had been the biggest reason she decided to settle. It was almost half the size of the central chamber; however, the majority of the cave was a pool of hot water, it was enough to heat the whole chamber and she enjoyed it enough to sometimes even fall asleep beside the pool. The water was heated by shallow magma, or atleast so she thought.

Walking into the room, she felt the familiar warm air wash over her. She waved a talloned claw expending a small amount of energy causing slits in the wall to roar alive in bright blue flames. Looking over to the girl, Mythra noticed she had stopped shivering.

"This is wonderful," the human commented.

"This is my tressure, my most prized possession," Mythra lightly urged the human on with her wing. "You should find a place close to the water, you will warm up much faster then."

She needed no further encouragement. She quickly ran over to the water and sat near the shallowest part. Slowly she submerged her feet in the water.

"That feels so good," she sighed.

"I am glad you enjoy my tressure. You may bathe here aswell if you wish," Mythra said, without really thinking about it.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to dirty the water."

Mythra's chuckle ecoed through the chamber. "I doubt a human would be enough to dirty the water, especially a fair princess."

The human girl's face turned bright red, before Mythra realized what she had said. Her scales started to warm and turn a rosy pink.

"You can carry on, I will go get something for you to dry off with if you so wish," she excused herself, in an attempt to get away from her embarrassment.

Upon her return, she caught a glimpse of the young girl's body a moment before submerging herself in the spring's hot water. She found herself drawn to the girl's figure. She had never thought human beauty would entrance her so. The human's curves were so well defined and so soft. She was the image of beauty, and her red hair gave her a wild appearance which stirred something in Mythra the dragoness never knew existed.

She looked down to the side of the spring. The clothes the girl had worn were strewn about. When she had first met the human, she had assumed she was still a child, but after a glimpse of her body, Mythra knew this human was a true woman.

Mythra wanted join the girl in the waters, longing for the warmth of the water. She set aside her curiosity and wonder of the girl's body for the time being. I wouldn't want to make my guest uncomfortable. Stying true to her vow, she decided not to bathe along side her and only to wash herself afterwards. For now she was content simply lounging by the side of the spring, soaking up the heat.

"The water is quite hot," the human said after a moment.

"I suppose humans are more susceptible to the heat. If you move around some you should get used to it. I am sure it is not hot enough to harm you. Before too long you will find an area that is to your liking," Mythra replied without looking.

"Why aren't you coming in? Do dragons not like water?" The human asked perplexed.

Mythra gave a little laugh before answering. "Most dragons yes; however, I quite enjoy it. Especially when the water is warm," she hummed.

"Then why not come and join me," The girl said with a big smile.

Myhra raised a brow. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude."

"I am the one intruding," she giggled. "This is your home after all. I am just thankful you allowed me to bathe here."

Mythra contemplated for a moment, before deciding to take the human up on her offer. It is not intruding if she invites me. Mythra hummbed. She gave an audible sigh as she crawled into the water. The heat washed away all the tension in her body. She moved around until she found an adequately hot area. Then, with a better view from a close-up, she looked over the girl again.

The water running down her body made her skin glisen and shine. Mythra's mind wandered while looking at the young woman. The effect of the low light in the chamber, and the water gently running down her slender frame, made her look like a goddess. She shook her head, trying to get the thoughts out of her head. She realized a desire was starting to take root in her mind, and threatened to spread to her body.

Mythra's gaze lingered, each shimmering scale reflecting the cavern's light as she studied the human form with a mixture of intrigue and awe. She had only known humans as distant, hostile figures from stories told by her kin.

The girl, caught between instinct and an unusual desire to be seen by the dragon's lingering gaze, shifted slightly in the water. Her cheeks flushed with a warmth that the hot spring couldn't account for. The dragon was not particularly discreet with her stares, but after a moment, she started enjoying the dragon's wandering gaze. It lit a fire within her that she could not explain. She wanted to get closer to the dragon, and she knew exactly how

"Is it hard for you to wash your back?"

"What?" Mythra asked, puzzled.

"Well, I am sure dragons are plenty flexible, but are you able to clean between your wings, and reach your back?"

"I often soak in the water. That usually takes care of the worst of it. I can not say that I have every really washed my back."

"I could wash it for you..." the girl said excitedly before suddnely realizing what she had said. " if you would like me to that is."

Mythra gave a toothy grin, entertained by the girls excitement. "If you insist."

She swam over to an area shallow enough for the human to stand. She loosened her wings that they might be easier to clean. The human eagerly got closer and slowly, at first, ran her hands across the dragon's wings and back.

As the girl's gentle hands glided over the smooth scales, Mythra felt an unexpected thrill. The sensation was both soothing and electrifying, sending shivers through her massive form. She had not expected the human's soft hands to be so firm.

At first, the girl's touch was focused on the places Mythra could not reach, such as her back and between her wings. But Mythra noticed the girl's hands move lower to her more sensitive scales. She felt a shiver run through her body from her nose to her tail.

Mythra hummed. "What are you doing?"

"Just being thorough," the girl replied slyly, "would you like me to stop?"

"Hmmm, no," Mythra hummed, closing her eyes.

Amidst the rhythmic swirls of water and the gentle lapping of the girl's hands against her scales, Mythra suddenly realized they had yet to exchange names.

"It has occurred to me that we have yet to introduce ourselves formally," Mythra groaned lazily.

The girl moved her hands, washing and caressing the base of Mythra's hind legs, eliciting another groan from the dragoness.

The girl giggled softly. "I think we have long passed formal introductions. Nevertheless, I would like to know my savior's name."

Mythra's voice reverberated through the water. "The human tongue cannot speak the name my kind gave me. But roughly translated, my name is Mythra." She lifted her head to look at the young girl, expecting a reply in kind.

"That is a beautiful name," the girl mused, moving her hands to the base of Mythra's tale. Without looking up, she replied, "My name is Elara. My father named me after my mother, she died after I was born. He said I look just like her"

Mythra hummed, the girl's touch causing her to shiver. "Hmm. That's a uniquely beautiful name for a uniquely beautiful woman."

Elara blushed, "Such a flatterer."

As the suggestive scrubbing concluded, Mythra expressed her gratitude, even though she also felt disappointed that it had ended.

Mythra's voice came as a soft rumble. "Thank you, Elara. I cannot recall the last time my scales felt so alive."

In an impulsive gesture of reciprocity, Mythra leaned forward, her tongue lightly tracing Elara's back. The unexpected warmth and texture of the dragon's tongue elicited a surprised yelp from Elara.

She bit down on her lip, stopping herself from moaning. "What was that?" she asked, sounding winded.

"Well, you were so thorough when you washed me, I thought I should return the favor," Mythra answered.

She licked Elara's back again, her tongue trailing up Elara's neck. She tried hard to stop herself, but she could not hold back her moans anymore. Mythra could not help but feel pleased with the response.

"Do you want me to st..."

Before finishing her question, Elara interrupted, "Don't you dare."

Mythra was pleasantly surprised by her forwardness. She liked this side of Elara, "as you wish."

Mythra stuck her head underwater, licking Elara's legs, her tongue trailing up between Elara's inner thighs.

By now, she was no longer trying to hide her moans. Her voice echoing through the cave's chambers was music to Mythra. She used her snout to push Elara's shoulder, turning her around and giving her one long final lick from her navel to her chin.

Elara touched Mythra's face, looking deep into her eyes. Everything had happened so fast, and she had been so bold before, but now, looking into Mythra's crimson eyes, she found herself lost and unsure what to do next. The eyes of the mighty dragoness made her feel so small, and she quickly shied away from Mythra.

Mythra noticed her sudden change in demeanor, and she decided to stop making advances, not wanting to pressure Elara.

"Shall we dry off and retire for the night?" She asked.

"I think I would like that," Elara replied, subconsciously covering her breasts.

As they emerged from the soothing waters, Mythra cast a spell into being with a flick of her talon, a warm breezes swirling around them to dry their skin and scales. Despite the magic's effectiveness, Mythra noticed Elara shivering slightly. Concern flickered in her eyes.

"I brought those furs for you, so feel free to use as many of them as you need to keep warm," Mythra said, gesturing to the pile of furs she had brought earlier.

Elara would have much rather preferred to sleep snuggled to Mythra; however, her sudden shyness would not cease.

"Thank you; I appreciate it," she replied, disappointed that she had let the opportunity pass her by.

Elara settled in under the many furs Mythra had brought. The soft fur tickled her naked body, eliciting an involuntary shiver.

Mythra waved her talons and dimmed the lights on the walls. Turning the light to a soft white glow, just bright enough to allow the human to see. She looked over to Elara, her vision unimpaired by the low light. She had hoped the human would continue with her boldness, but alas, it appeared that she remembered that Mythra was not of her kin. She hoped her own forwardness would not make Elara uncomfortable in her presence. She lowered herself to the cool ground and curled up as she normally would, hoping that Elara would ask to sleep beside her at any moment, but that moment never came. She drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Conversely, Elara struggled greatly to forget the feeling of Mythra's tongue on her body. The more she tried to quiet her mind, the stronger the memories pushed back. Feeling the dragoness' hot tongue run over her back. How it felt when her tongue traveled up her thigh, lightly grazing her womanhood before disappearing.

She could no longer stand the heat between her legs. Straining her eyes, she looked over to where Mythra lay. The dim outline showed that she had tucked her head under her wing. Elara took the risk, knowing well she would be unable to sleep if her desire was left unattended.

She reached down between her legs with her eyes fixed on Mythra. Within moments, her fingers were covered in her own arousal. She bit down on her lips, careful not to wake the dragoness.

Her breathing became heavier as she exploded herself. The sensation felt so good, yet she could not help but feel something was missing. As her fingers plunged deeper, she closed her eyes, imagining Mythra's head between her legs. Her tongue eagerly exploring her womanhood. Her back arched as she thought how the dragoness' tongue would feel inside her. The very thought caused a soft moan to escape her lips. Her fingers were now working vigorously, and the world around her seemed to fade away.

Her breath quickened, and the heat between her legs was becoming unbearable, but she could not reach a climax. Her frustration was coming to a head when she suddenly stopped. Her eyes darted open, and she looked over to where Mythra had been lying, only to find she had moved.

Elara paused, feeling a chill run down her spine. She held her breath. All she could hear was her heart racing and Mythra breathing over her.

"Did you think you could hide your excitement from me?" her voice sounded deeper than usual and particularly seductive. "A dragon's nose is quite keen."

Elara blushed. But before she could apologize, she felt the dragoness' snout at her feet. Looking down, Elara saw Mythra's large frame and the outline of her horns from where her head was under the furs. She gasped when she felt her hot breath over her womanhood. Her mind raced, wondering if it was all a dream, but her thoughts were quickly answered when she felt the tip of Mythra's tongue graze her vagina.

She could not hold back her moans any longer. The sudden graze alone was nearly enough to send her over the edge.

Mythra, hearing how well her probing tongue was received, wasted no time and delved her tongue into Elara. She was near immediately rewarded with a sudden torrent of her juices. The dragoness marveled at the taste and was eager to receive every drop.

Elara stretched out her hands and grabbed Mythra's horns. Any shyness and doubts had vanished. She moaned her name.

"Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop," she rambled.

Mythra, eager to please her human, opened her jaw, partially taking Elara into her mouth, allowing her tongue to reach her deepest depths.

Elara arched her back, feeling the dragon's tongue move inside her. The words coming from her mouth were now incomprehensible. She experienced orgasm after orgasm, her mind swimming in pure ecstasy. Elara lost track of time. To be frank, she could hardly keep track of her own thoughts. She was made utterly oblivious to her surroundings.

After a while, Elara felt the dragon tongue leaving her. She felt the length of it slowly slip out, causing her body to shake with pleasure. She breathed heavily, quickly realizing how tired her body was. She took a moment to recover.

"I have never felt so good in my life," Elara breathed.

Mythra grinned, licking her lips. "It was quite enjoyable for me too. Your taste is..... something to savor," she purred. "But I have to be honest, I was not entirely sure if your body would have been able to handle that... but my desires got the better of me, so I neglected to take your safety into mind."

Elara giggled. "Oh, you don't have to worry about my safety. That was nothing but bliss for me," she laughed.

Mythra made a sound that could only be described as a chuckle. "I'm glad to hear you say that. Now, you should get some sleep."

As Mythra turned around to return to her sleeping spot, she stopped, feeling Elara's hands on her tail.

"Hmm, there is no way; I am letting you go before returning the favor," She said, trailing her hands up the dragoness' tail.

"What do you intend to do?" Mythra asked, both excited and curious.

"Well, my tongue isn't quite as long as yours. But I'm sure I will be able to find a way to return the favor," Elara said slowly, squeezing the Dragoness' tail, eliciting a shiver.

Mythra looked back at Elara."For such soft hands, you have a such a firm grip," every word lingered on her lips.

"A human's hands can be many things," Elara hummed, her hands going further up Mythra's tail.

The dragoness adjusted her tail, slowly raising it as Elara's hands approached the base. Her hands were going so agonizingly slow, but Mythra enjoyed every second of it. She slowly backed into her hands, trying to speed up her human's advance.

Elara giggled, seeing how eager Mythra was. She followed the dragonness' soft scales to a near-seamless slit between her legs.

"This will be more fun if you lay down," Elara grinned.

Mythra was quick to lay down, careful not to injure her wings in her eagerness. Even though her wings were large and emphasized her might, they were quite fragile. Laying on her side, she tightly folded one wing to her back and stretched out the other.

Mythra's pose seemed inviting, and Elara quickly accepted the invitation. She ran her hands along Mythra's thighs, feeling her smooth scales. She noticed how the scales grew smaller closer to her joints. She also saw how her scales became softer as she approached her private region. Elara lightly grazed the sensitive slit, causing Mythra to sigh deeply.

The heat from her private region was nearly unbearable for her and Elara. Elara ran her hands over the slit, feeling the dragoness' arousal. Elara ran her fingers slowly across the length of the slit, lightly spreading it.

Mythra groad, her tail twitching and hitting the ground. Elara looked up to see the dragoness's head facing away. She noticed small puffs of fire billowing from her lips. Elara smiled to herself, pleased at how she could make the mighty dragon act so shamelessly. A wicked smile crossed her face as her mind began to scheme.

She suddenly stopped, and waited for Mythra's inevitable protest.

"Why did you stop?" the dragon huffed, her scales now a light pink.

"Oh... You don't want me to stop?" Elara replied with an evil smile.

Mythra was far too hot to notice. "Of course not," she breathed heavily.

"What do you want me to do?" she traced around the slit.

Mythra moaned, both from pleasure and frustration. "What you were doing, don't stop."

"Hmm, I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg me," Elara said putting pressure on the side of Mythra's slit with her thumbs.

Mythra, for a moment, was taken aback by Elara's sudden demenor change, but she could not ignore her heat any more. Her pride as a dragon would be trampled if she were to beg, no less to beg to a human. But she could not stand this feeling of denial. She wanted to beg, she wanted Elara.

"Please, please don't stop Elara!"

Elara smiled, hearing the dragon calling out her name brought her own heat back.

"As you wish," She replied, inserting her hand.

The sudden motion caused Mythra to moan loudly. With the loud moan came a massive blast of fire, lighting the cave nearly as bright as the sun. Elara had to avert he eyes from the sudden brightness, but made sure not to stop her hand's advance; only going deeper. She moved her hand around inside Mythra, causing the dragoness to visibly twitch.

Whenever Elara looked over to Mythra, she saw how out of breath she was. The expression on her face was enough to cause Elara to get turned on again. With her free hand she explored her own heat again. The act of doing so while also pleasuring Mythra seemed to bring her even more pleasure.

"What are you waiting for!? Go deeper!!" Mythra demanded.

Elara grinned to herself, and slowed her hand. "Is that any way to beg your mistress?" Her words slow and tantilizing.

"What are y-"Mythra's words were cut off when Elara suddenly jerked her hand in and out.

"You heard me," She said before leaning down to lick at Mythra's slit.

"Please. Pleaseeeee go deeper, Elara."

She smiled before slowly complying "That's a good girl."

Mythra's breath started coming in short bursts causing the cave to light up in bright spurts. When Elara was up to her elbow, she felt Mythra tighten around her arm, and began figuroulsy rubber herself, hoping to climax together.

"Don't you dare finish without me!"

Almost as if heeding her command, Elara felt Mythra loosen up. Knowing that she was forcefully denying herself aroused Elara to no end. Moments later, she could feel her climax quickly approaching, she moved her arm inside Mythra more vigorously, flexing her hand and moving her fingers.

"I-I won't be able to- stop myself if-if you keep doing that," Mythra said between gasps.

"I'm going to cum too!" Elara explaimed, almost as if telling Mythra to join her. And join her she did.

Mythra's orgams drenched Elara in a warm, slightly salty, liquid. Dwarfing her own orgasm. The two of them were compleatly out of breath, and took a minute before either of them moved or even spoke.

"Does this mean I get to stay here," Elara laughed.

Mythra grunted, having finally regained her composure. "I surely hope so."

She paused for a moment before looking over at Elara, who had colappesd under the weight of the combined orgasm.

"I must say, I never took you for a dominant partner."

Elara's face turned bright red. "Well. I... I don't know, it was in the heat of the moment and-"

"Calm down," Mythra laughed. "I like that side of you. It is very... Appealing."

That last word lingered in the air, causing Elara to shiver.

"What do you mean by that?" She wasn't sure what she wanted the answer to be.

Mythra stood up and started circling Elara, seeming almost predatory.

"From the moment I first met you, I knew you were not like the other humans," her eyes scanned over Elara like a predator scans its prey. "I wasn't sure at first why, but I was drawn to you... how do humans say?.. Ah yes, 'like a moth to a flame.'"

"Mythra, what are you doing," Elara's voice shook as she spoke.

"I mean, what human would ever be interesting enough to warrant the attention of a dragon," She started approaching Elara, who slowly started backing away.

"And I think I have figured it out," Mythra said before making a short leap forward, pinning Elara to the ground.

Elara was too stunned to speak. She was terrified. She clenched her eyes shut waiting to feel Myhra's teeth digging into her body. What is going on?

"You, human... You have done the impossible... You have captured a dragons heart."

There was a moment of silence, before Elara realized what she had said. She slowly opened her eyes and looked deep into Mythra's amber colored eyes. "What did you just say?"

"I have fallen in love with you... Elara"

To Be Continued