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The NightWings were sitting together silently in the sunlit room. Done toying with Darkstalker’s various tools and trinkets, they had grown somewhat weary from the day’s affairs, not knowing what else to do. They weren't bored by any means; rather, they were relaxed. Clearsight, since learning about the scroll, could finally trust her new boyfriend. And Darkstalker, well, was just happy to see her happy. The two could finally exist together, without the looming threat of a fading soul.
The pair was wrapped up in the blanket Darkstalker had enchanted. It was cozy; they could sit next to one another in complete comfort, tails intertwined like dark, scaled vines. Clearsight, of course, had an idea of what was going to happen. Before, she had seen several futures involving an unfortunate interaction with Darkstalker’s father; none of these ended well as far as she could tell. But it was now clear to her that those futures were no longer possible. She took comfort in the absence of such disastrous possibilities and trailed her gaze toward her mate’s dark, glittering eyes. As she pondered what the next few hours would entail, the NightWing found herself thoroughly aroused, prompting her to (unusually) shift her focus to the present, forgoing her usual awareness of the future. She knew that the evening would — no matter what — be a desirable experience for them, so she decided it was best to let everything surprise her.
The two were sprawled out on their backs, side-by-side on Darkstalker’s bed. They had never been this close to each other; the pure warmth and satisfaction they felt was almost exotic to them. They then began to explore one another’s bodies with careful, loving talon-strokes, laughing and giggling the entire time. This, eventually, would turn into the most flirtatious round of play-fighting the Night Kingdom had ever seen, full of nibbling and tickling, kissing and smiling… They were fully enjoying themselves, suddenly realizing how long they’ve gone without this: too long.
“Clearsight, my beloved,” Darkstalker started, gently pinning Clearsight into the blankets. “Were you aware of how perfect you look right now?” He watched as his partner smiled back at him, her eyes sparkling with adoration.
“No, dearest.” Replied the smaller dragon. “Why would I think about that right now? There are so many other things… actually…” She then unclasped the moonstone bracelet Darkstalker had given her and set it behind her. “Go ahead, Darkstalker. I give you my full permission to enter my mind. Read every thought in my head. I’m begging you.”
She watched as the hybrid, still atop her, shifted in demeanor. Without speaking, he trailed a single claw down her chest, then her stomach, and then…
“Clearsight,” he began, “Umm… are you sure about this?” She nodded, simultaneously flooding his mind with all sorts of lewd fantasies, hoping to send a message. “Okay!” He responded, “I hear you loud and clear.” The male dragon then continued to tease his partner, using two of his talons to draw spirals around her slit. His claws danced across her lower half, exploring the scales on her thighs, tail, and stomach. He noticed how her breath quickened, intermingling with soft, quiet vocalizations as his touch drew closer to her opening. Her sounds were more than enough motivation for Darkstalker to continue. He listened to her thoughts (which were now fairly abstract) and deduced exactly what areas were most sensitive. He then placed each talon around the edges of her entrance and began stroking the region with the utmost tenderness.
“Nnh… Darkstalker.~” The NightWing moaned as a drop of fluid leaked out of the side of her needy slit, traveled down her flank, and landed delicately on the bedsheets. “S-sorry…” she squeaked between breaths, worried about the stain.
“Eh, I’m not worried about it,” Darkstalker replied casually, still toying with her opening. “I think you and I both know we’re gonna make much bigger messes than that.” He removed his claws from her body and lay on his side next to his partner. He then extended a forelimb back towards his mate’s lower regions, stuck out a single claw, and slipped it gently inside his lover’s soft, tender folds.
Clearsight gasped at the sensation, her body stiffening. Her pussy was extremely wet by now, instantly coating her lover’s claws in her juices. She watched as the NightWing began slowly rubbing his talon in and out of her, the base of which delicately slid against her clit. It was rather pleasant, she thought. The way he pleasured her so carefully. She knew she wanted to give Darkstalker a similar experience, but wasn’t entirely sure when or how. She then shifted her gaze towards the larger dragon, admiring the way he fixated on her, completely enthralled with the act of servicing her. It was at this point that she noticed the huge, throbbing specimen between his legs. And before she knew it, she found herself with a talonful of NightWing dick.
It was lined with ridges and surprisingly squishy. As she began stroking it, she saw a small bead of precum fall onto Darkstalker’s stomach, lighting a fire within her that encouraged her to do more. With talons on each other’s nethers and foreheads pressed tightly together, they relished in the heat of the partner’s breath as they softly moaned each other’s names. Pools of their juices were forming between them as they leaned into each other, soaking the sheets below them. And they clasped their empty talons together as they continued their ministrations, eventually wrapping one another in their wings. It was a moment of pure bliss for them, never having felt such closeness, and still learning exactly what made the other feel the best. They were determined to make the most of the time they had in that sun-laden room.
Without the bracelet there to hide Clearsight’s thoughts, Darkstalker could see exactly what his girlfriend was envisioning. Before he could bring it up, Clearsight began. “Darkstalker?” She voiced between breaths. “Can we-”
“Yes, dear.” Darkstalker interrupted. “Yes, yes, a million TIMES yes!” He then lay flat on his back and waited with anticipation, watching as the other NightWing started to approach him. She positioned herself above him, facing the opposite direction from him. Her slit was placed directly above his snout, which was (much to Darkstalker’s delight) able to leak drops of her fluids onto his face from the previous attention he gave it. She then began carefully lowering herself onto the excited NightWing, who was already lapping up what was dripping onto his mouth.
As soon as she made contact, Darkstalker began eagerly sucking and licking her insides, savoring the sweet, salty flavor of her juices. She continued to apply more and more of her weight upon him, her folds enveloping the enthusiastic dragon’s snout. The further she went, the louder her moaning became, eventually transforming into deep, sonorous declarations of pleasure.
Darkstalker didn’t mind that he could only breathe through the sides of his mouth, and he didn’t mind how loudly Clearsight was wailing, and he certainly didn’t mind how his face became absolutely soaked in his partner’s excretions. He was just happy to be there for her as he extended his tongue as far as he could into Clearsight’s vent.
Clearsight, now fully enveloping her boyfriend, used her hips to rise and fall against his snout, grinding deep into his face. This prompted the larger dragon to place his talons around her hips and firmly grip them, aiding her in her goal to fuck his face until she came. Even though managing all this was incredibly difficult for Darkstalker, he knew it was worth it. He was incredibly grateful to have Clearsight as his partner, and on top of that, he was overjoyed at the sheer amount of Clearsight-butt that had been laid upon him!
They continued, Clearsight now screaming her boyfriend’s name as she neared her climax. The faster she went, the more Darkstalker would lick and drink from her insides. The male dragon was completely aware of the impending orgasm as he breathed the best he could, fearing he might pass out before then. But he knew there wasn’t much he could do; about half of the futures he could see started with him losing consciousness within the next few seconds.
“DARKSTALKER!!!” Clearsight screamed as a wave of relief washed over the exhausted NightWing below her. “I’m… Nngg! I'M… AGHH~… C-CUMMING!” She then swung herself forward and held on tightly to her boyfriend’s waist as a rippling orgasm bolted through her body. Her walls convulsed wildly against Darkstalker’s face as she shrieked in ecstasy, her legs and tail spasming uncontrollably atop him. Darkstalker, afraid that the smaller dragon would lose her balance, wrapped himself tightly around her as she shook with pleasure, her juices gushing down his throat.
When her orgasm finally began to die down, she removed herself from the dragon below her, producing an audible schlick as she unsheathed her partner’s snout from herself.
“Darkstalker!” she chimed, turning around to face him. “That was… AMAZING! And you-“ She noticed his face, which looked as if he had narrowly survived an attack from the world’s biggest octopus. “You… hehe… wow,” the dragoness snickered, “Are you… okay?” She asked before giving him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. “You look like you almost DIED.” She said, looking at him with a sense of worry.
“Don’t worry, dearest,” Darkstalker replied weakly, his eyes sparkling with adoration. “I was hoping you’d be this rough, honestly.”
“Ah… well, I’m still sorry, love,” she smiled, embracing him as she dotted his face with kisses. “Besides, you know I’m gonna make it up to you anyway.~” She glanced over towards his unattended erection, and imagined as many of the things she wanted to do with it as she could, hoping to further arouse her partner.
“Oh,” Darkstalker replied, now aware of her salacious cravings. “Well,” he started, “I was hoping that I could do something like that… to you?” Referring to her most prominent fantasy.
“Hmmm…” Clearsight considered. “I guess... If that’s what you want. . .YES OF COURSE YOU CAN!” she laughed. “Come on, let’s go,” she said, motioning toward the open window.
“Wait!” Darkstalker interjected. “I… need to… fix something first.” He jumped off the bed and walked towards his almighty scroll. He then snatched up a mysterious bottle of ink and carefully dipped a claw into it. Clearsight watched as he scrawled in faint, rapidly fading ink:
“Enchant this penis to produce completely infertile semen UNLESS the owner is ENTIRELY sure he wants to induce pregnancy.”
Afterward, he positioned himself above the scroll and squatted down until his length made contact with the paper. When he attempted to remove himself from the scroll, however, it remained stuck to his still-wet member, causing him to hop up and down and kick at it with his hind legs in an attempt to get it off.
Clearsight was… perturbed to say the least, but the longer it went on, the more hilarious she found it. She began laughing hysterically, watching the NightWing battle with the piece of paper. “Three moons, Darkstalker!” She roared. “You’ve really done it this time... Quick, everyone, cower and hide! The most powerful dragon in all of Pyrrhia is here, and he’s gone mad! We’re all doomed!”
Darkstalker glanced at her with a sarcastic scowl. “It seems that my hubris has finally bested me…” Darkstalker snorted, walking towards the deep-violet dragoness. “Come on, darling,” he flirted, “let’s go outside.”
And with that, they leaped out the window, soaring far off into the evening sky.
The lovers found themselves in a beautiful, glittering cave. A tranquil, narrow stream ran right through it, connecting it to the ocean that was now sparkling with the bright, golden light of the setting sun. The two dragons admired the way each other’s scales glowed in the amber light, fueling their desire for one another.
“Remember how I said you looked perfect earlier?” Darkstalker reflected. “Well… you still do… but I mean- just… Wow.” He watched as the smaller NightWing blushed slightly, staring deep into his eyes.
“Darkstalker!” she exclaimed, “I appreciate it, I really do, but…” She then backed into the slanted boulder behind her, collapsing onto her back. “Please go ahead and make love to me already.~”
Hearing this, Darkstalker wasted no time. He leaped upon her, forelimbs planted near either side of her chest, rear limbs fixed firmly into the ground. His eyes narrowed as they stared into hers. She turned her head to one side in response, leaving only one eye visible. She wore a soft, submissive expression as she gave Darkstalker full access to her body through her thoughts. Still, the larger dragon looked at her with an interrogative expression, cautious not to hurt her, to which she responded with a quick, affirmative nod, along with a smirk forming across her mouth.
With that, Darkstalker brought his twitching, excited cock towards the smaller dragon’s entrance, rubbing his tip along the length of it. Clearsight chirped in agreement. Practically begging him to continue. Darkstalker then, rather swiftly, inserted his entire member into the starry-eyed dragon below him. The two immediately began to vocalize, moaning as they experienced the entirely new stimulus together.
Before she knew it, Clearsight was being repeatedly, lovingly penetrated by the animus. His length could reach places she never knew could be touched, causing cascading ripples of pleasure to course through her loins.
“Nnghh… Darkstalker~” She whimpered, “You’re so… huff… big…” now panting between moans.
“Thank you, love.” The hybrid cooed. “Who knew you could be such a naughty little dragon…” He grinned, biting and kissing her neck.
“Only you, handsome.~” She murmured, sticking out her tongue as she grinned at her favorite dragon. “And I can… mmph… promise that it will always be you.”
“Really?” Darkstalker doubted, “You never seemed so sure before… I-it worried me…”
“Yes, dear.” She stifled back a moan, ensuring her message was clear. “I once saw a plethora of futures that… well… were all full of loss, pain, suffering… but… they were all tied to a single event. And that event… it never happened. We’re safe, Darkstalker!” She spoke with tears in her eyes. “Our future, dear… is safe!”
Darkstalker was astonished by the words he heard, overwhelmed by incredulity. He didn’t see anything terrible in their future either, but… he was not nearly as capable a seer as Clearsight! What did he know?
Suddenly, the couple found themselves crying tears of joy, still making love, holding each other.
It was… incredible. The combination of sexual gratification and incomprehensible joy was otherworldly. This eventually turned them into quite possibly the horniest pair of dragons the world would ever see, entirely overcome with their own lust and desire.
“For moon’s sake, Darkstalker Nnghh! fuck me… please ahh… fuck me~ fuck me so hard… Nnh… destroy me with that dick… NOW! …Please… Nngh… daddy…” Clearsight had now become a sex-addled mess of a dragon as she begged for his cock.
“Anything for you, huff… my beautiful little dragon.” Darkstalker rumbled. “Anything for my good girl.~” He was now relentlessly slamming his girth into the seer, her entire body bouncing up and down as he pounded into her. Her mouth was lolled open, the little NightWing needing all the air she could get.
“Yesss!~” Clearsight howled, “Keep NNNGHH! GOING… Kiss me, please!~”
Suddenly, her lips were met with Darkstalker’s, who immediately speared his tongue towards the back of her throat. She allowed him to explore her mouth, ravaging it with his long, forked tongue. This, along with his unending thrusting, allowed Clearsight to fully submit to her lover, freeing her from the constant pressure she felt being such a powerful future-teller. And Dalkstalker was simply overjoyed at the thought of their invulnerable relationship, as well as immensely turned on by the adorable, lewd dragoness in front of him.
As the rough, affectionate sex continued, their orgasms began to draw near, foreheads once again pressed against one another. The young dragons were now holding each other as tightly as they could, making out and fucking with vehement intensity.
“Darkstalker…” Clearsight squeaked between kisses, barely able to speak as the NightWing drove into her. “I- Mmmph… I love you.” She managed, now seconds away from her climax.
“I… I love you too, Clearsight,” Darkstalker whispered, watery-eyed all over again.
It was through tear-stricken eyes and love-drunk souls that they embraced each other through their final moments before climax, quickening their pace as they approached the finish line. Darkstalker, with one last thrust, slammed himself as hard as he could into his lover, roaring loudly as load after load was injected into her insides, filling her until her slit was leaking out the sides of their connection.
“NNNNGHHH!~” Clearsight reacted to the newfound sensation, catalyzing an unfathomably strong, mind-numbing orgasm that rattled her entire being.
The two, as one, wailed and spasmed through their climaxes in ecstasy, loving and breathing into each other the whole way through.
As their frenzy finally subsided, they retracted their foreheads and stared into one another’s eyes. “C-Clearsight?” Darkstalker asked, his voice quite shaky, “I… really don’t ever want to lose you.”
“Likewise,” replied Clearsight, “but I have a feeling we’ll never have to worry about that.”
The bracelet Darkstalker had given her could not be found when they returned. Even after hours of searching between the two.
Maybe… somehow… by some greater power, it knew it wasn’t meant for this universe. Maybe… some futures…
…are just meant to be.