First Flare
Contains: (M/F, First Time, Scent Marking, Licking, Light-Masturbation, Fondling, Oral, Female Ejaculation, Orgasm Denial, growth, and tail play.)
Struggling more, she managed to overpower the drake and pulled herself off before shuffling a bunch of pillows out of the way, trying to bring in some fresh. She cleared an opening, bringing in fresh air to herself, she was about to pull out of it, just as Spike grabbed her legs.
“…!” She wanted to yelp, she wanted to cry out in surprise but what really left was a gasp… followed by a shriek of what Spike had just done. It was too late, the young Drake had succumbed to his inner instincts and he lost himself.
A true yelp left her as she was pulled back into the mountain of pillows and her consort’s true simulation came into fruition. Instincts had won him over.
Strength from nowhere and an alluring response to her scent, Spike had grabbed her legs, shoving his face in between her thighs and immediately inhaled where more of her wonderful scent was coming from. The smell orientated around her body but it was between her legs where the source was.
“Spike!” She managed to gasped out, just feeling his snout brushing against her slowly, opening slit.
That seemed to jar his head, snapping out of his state, yet he was still hazy.
“Whaa…” Pulling herself as best as she could, Spike still held on, though it wasn’t as strong as before. Managing to look at him, she saw that this being his first experience, it was more than the little drake could handle. It was filling his head with unsolicitous or stable thoughts.
Ember couldn’t exactly blame him though. Being raised by ponies with little, if any proper knowledge about dragons have left him unstable. Trying her best to keep him from doing something he might regret… or she might regret, she gently pushed him away from her legs.
“S-Spike, I need you to listen. What your smelling is… what I went through almost a week ago… my pre-heat. Know… I had an e-earlier s-sessions with myself and didn’t properly clean after myself. I-I am sorry that you are smelling all of it but you need to get out…”
Only half of the words made it through to his brain, while the other half was only still trying to inhale more of Ember’s essence. Groggily, he managed to speak.
“P-P-Pre-heat? Sessions?” His head swayed a bit back and forth, his mind still lost in the lusty haze. “E-Ember? Why… why is it so strong?”
Biting her lips, she gently brushed her claw over his face.
“This is the first time you are smelling a dragoness in heat… sorta. I mean… when I went to go get you, I was still in the after effects but we were outside. Then, when we got here, I kept you away from the pillows as best as possible because… well its here were I tried to ‘relieve’ myself. I just… forgot to ‘clean up’. Me being dumb, I had to drop you into the pillows… and it created a hot box so to speak.”
Once more, only a few of the words made it through. Spike was slowly coming back but he was still close to Ember enough that he caressed his face against her again.
“I like the feeling… the smell,” he answered. The feral side was speaking but the intellectual part also came through. “B-But I don’t want to do something… something bad. I-I don’t want you to-to hate me…” A whimper left him but he continued to swim in the haze. “I-I don’t know what to do?”
Ember felt worse, more than ever. She was a horrible consort and it pained her to see him in such a state. He was young to a point where he was borderline teen but not quite there. His emotions were mixing with his instincts and they were in a war with one another, trying to be the deciding factor. She could see his struggle, the feral versus the brain and she knew that he was strong… but how strong remained to be seen.
Most dragons would have already jumped, mounted, and mated without a second thought. The feral side kicks in while the smart becomes a tiny backend of the brain. Yet, here was a dragon having two sides trying to decide what to do. The fact he actually managed to be stop before he did something, (he was not that strong, just caught her off surprised so its not like she could kick him off) and probably ruin the relationship they were trying to build, was a testament of how strong his mind and heart were over his feral side.
Still, it left the big question of what should she do? She had to act now and quick. Throw him out of the pillows, perhaps into the lava pit or water fountain to clean of any smells or traces of herself on him? OR… should she try to ease him into what he was feeling, make him feel more comfortable with it? Basically, she was going to have to teach him proper courting and mating… while allowing him to experience it claws on experience.
A shiver ran up her spines and whether it was excitement or fear, she had no idea. The thought of what she was going to be teaching him was so… alien to her that the experience could leave a lasting impression on both of them. Yet, why did it feel so bad knowing that she was going to be teaching him something that someone else should have taught him? He had no kin retaliated to him, as far as she knew. No known ‘Sire’ or ‘Dam’, no bloodlines that closely resemble other dragons. No connections in any way to other dragons, other than her, for him to seek any actual, proper mating habits, and so on.
The universe was cruel and yet, sometimes it gave answers you would least suspect; its what she learned within the last week and it would continue to do so.
Pulling him in, so that his head was close to her, practically touching, with the pillows allowing so much room, Ember’s eyes casted orange eyes on his emerald ones before speaking in a firm voice.
“Spike, if you want to know what to do, I will teach you. I will help you understand the ways of how to properly do this, but I want you to know a few things. For whatever reason, you find something uncomfortable or something bad, you let me know. At the same time, if I tell you to stop, you listen. This is both of our first times and… we might not actually mate, I still want to make sure that you are properly taught how to handle the situation. We are both in rut… so to speak but I want you to know that no matter what happens, you and I will never have to do this ever again if you don’t want to. Is all that understood?”
Eyes stared into the very soul of his consort, making sure that he heard every word that she had just told him and made sure that he would repeat them in her mind as many times he could. He was going to be taught a very important lesson and he wanted to make sure that if he was to do this right, he would hear every word, understand every action, followed every command, making sure that they were both to understand what this may hold in their very futures.
Reluctantly he nodded but there were some pause to his actions.
“I- uh think that before we start Ember, I am just wondering that if what we are doing is okay? Aren’t we both… you know… young? Or wait until after the trials?”
Ember paused at that, seeing that despite his initial state, he was still sensible to respond intellectually. Yes, his earlier action nearly had him on her, but that was his first time smelling dragon heat… what was left in the pillows. And not knowing how to properly handle himself. But that should only prove that things won’t get too far or too out of control for them both. Her heart was beating fast and with each breath she drew, she could smell his scent but he could also smell her as well.
“We are young… to the standard of everyone else, yet we are old enough to understand what is happening, what can happen and what… might happen. I don’t know if this will always happen between us but… I know that if I don’t teach you this now, it may affect you later. I don’t want you to grow into an adult, confused with the scents and smells you intake. What would be my undoing is I didn’t show you what you should have learned in this stage and what might the future bring for your courtship with dragons?”
He cocked his head, eyes still half lidded but aware of her words.
“But I thought I was only going to be with you? What other dragons would I interact with? Are you going to be with other dragons too?”
She immediately shook her head, erasing any doubts in his mind.
“I would never be with other dragons, Spike.” She paused. “Unless, you wanted too…” Why did she say that? Why did she give him the option? Why now? Especially in his lust induced state, would she give him that choice? Of course he would want to be with…
“I just want to be with you,” he answered. He paused, leaning in and brushing his head against her breast. “You are the only one I really want and… I don’t want to be with other dragons… just you.”
Was it because he was the first one to smell her? Was it because he knew not of other dragonesses out there that could potentially seek a kind and amazing drake like him to sweep them off their feet and treat them like a goddess? The day he becomes strong, tall, powerful or even popular amongst dragons, would he still continue to choose her over countless others that would beg to be rutted or bred by him?
That she did not know, for her heart stopped, jumped started back up and began beating faster than ever. His words, his mind, he pushed through with it and made sure that she heard him. He only wanted her and her alone. Maybe it was because he only had interacted with her on a personal level. Maybe because it was the lingering scent of her heat that filled his mind with the desire to be with her for now. But that did not matter at the moment for she felt the same. No other male nor perhaps female, would compete with her heart as the little dragon before had; for he had just given his previous life just to be with her, not only to secure her future, but to secure her heart.
Emotions amok and feelings unfocused, she brought her claws over him, brushing his spines and rubbing them up and down while allowing him to continue to rub himself on her. He was trying to mark himself with her scent…to prove that he only wanted her and her alone. Despite the small amount of rubbing, the effect was vastly huge on her.
Once more, her slit began to slick with her arousal, his legs rubbing back and forth upon her thighs, each passing cause a tingle up and down her body. His claws roamed over hers, his mind once more disappearing into the haze of the lust. Yet, he remained gentle, never groping or squeezing. His claws would scratch against back or sides, sending sharp chills to her spine.
Hot steamy breaths left them both, each once passing over the other’s face. Soon enough though, Spike’s instincts started really kicking in, with licks over her neck and lower jaw, all the while Ember tried to rub her own thighs against him, trying to increase her arousal and making contact points on her oozing slit.
This licks were tender but his claws seemed to target sensitive points on her body. He touched her lower back where her wings began and that earned him a growl or maybe it was a moan. His legs however would occasionally brush against her slit, making the fluids she secreted, seep that much faster. But, nothing truly came to a real great matter until Ember felt poking at her right thigh and that was his own arousal finally releasing his ‘dragonhood’ from his own slit.
Ember cast her gaze towards Spike’s dragonhood. While she was sure he wasn’t the biggest out there, she was pleased knowing it would be enough to fill and please this growing hunger in her core. She looked at its bright pink color, the thick veins traveling up its side to its base, the bumps that seem to cover it u[ to his pointed head. There seemed to be something on it that was making it glisten. Ember has never seen a member this close before for Spike was the first male she had interacted on a physical level like this before. From the silence that has now invaded Spike could only think something was wrong and blush as he turned to cover himself.
“S-Sorry Ember, I didn’t mean to get like this and….” He as cut of when Ember started to lick on his neck while her claws caressed his chest.
“It is okay Spike, that just mean you are growing accustomed to it.” Ember says in just above a whisper but the whole time she had grabbed a hold of his member and stroking on his increasingly warming body.
He seemed unsure of himself however. “B-But I know I am not that big, I mean look at me compared to other dragons.” Spike could barely handle the amazing feeling of Ember’s claws on his body. She could feel his heartbeat through his member, each thumb through his organ.
“ It is fine Spike, I-I am sure you are a good size. At least to me you are.” Ember couldn’t even say this, while looking at him as she had to bury her face into his neck at her confession. She was not really aware she is now being effected so much more now. She is feeling so aroused than she was before, it felt like her whole body is going to burst into flames.
She looks back down at Spike’s throbbing member when she finally put it together. It was his pheromones, he was now releasing his own scent to make her want to... mmate. Ember growled from deep in her throat as she watched the pre coming off his erect member. It wanted to be inside her, to mate her, breed her. The idea of breeding, to breed with a smile made her insides flutter and twist. She could feel her inner nectar dribble down her leg in a quantity that would have been embarrassing in any other situation.
Without thinking she reached down and wrapped her claw around his member. She could hear the gasp from his lips that quickly turned into a growl from him as she got a grasp on his dragonhood. By Draco, it is so hot in her hand, it is like holding a pillar of fire. Ember can feel the liquid that covers his member all over her claw.
She watches was as his hips jerked up as she slowly moved her claw down to the base of his member and then back up towards the tip. Ember looks at Spike as she does her slow caressing of his rod and he had half lid eyes but he hasn’t removed his sites from her. She can see there is something there, something burning in those calm and intelligent eyes.
“D-does this feel good Spike? Have you touched yourself like this before?” Ember can’t believe she is asking this on top of doing this but it feels like they have done too far to stop now. Or is it that she doesn’t really want to stop anymore. If the small river flowing down her legs was any indication on how she felt about the whole situation, it was that she too was ready.
“Y-yes Ember it feels so good.” A small growl or maybe a whine had left him. “I haven’t done this before, but I have never felt this good before.” Spike admits, not really believing he just admitted he hadn’t touched himself before but right now, she is stroking his dragonhood, so telling her that shouldn’t be a major thing.
Seeing how much pleasure she is giving Spike she can’t help but pick up the pace with her stroking. She can feel the bumps and ridges that cover his member, massaging with her palm as she preformed a piston like movement. Unknown to her own mind, her tongue had started to flicker out of her mouth. She could taste it, she can taste the air and all their pheromones and secretions in it. It is setting her body ablaze which for a dragon, really meant much.
“E-Ember, I am getting close. So close” Spike pants out as he grips the pillows before him tightly. Ember felt his member at its max hardness and it kept twitching more and more. Sensing his impending release, she slows the stroking until she stopped, her palm covered in a small amount of his pre.
“Wha-, why did you stop?” Spike had to ask, even growling a bit, at the denial of his release. He sat up on his elbows, looking at Ember. Faust above... she looks so amazing, with her eyes half lidded, panting making her body rise and fall and little lisps of smoke leaving her mouth. She looked more beautiful than any being he has ever seen before. That was the dragon in him talking.
She gave a smirk, though dissimilar to the one she had earlier. “W-we can’t have you finishing and making a mess like that can we.” Ember says with all the cockiness she can. But in truth she was honestly nervous. She has never done anything like this before and she is anxious on what might have happen when Spike is released. Both of what he might do to her… and what she might do to him.
These thoughts were disturbed when she felt herself be more or less tackled on to her back with Spike over top of her. Ember would normally kick any dragon for pinning her like this, regardless of whom they are. But looking up at Spike like this, with this new edged look in his eyes. It was the more dragon she has seen in his eyes, but even then there inside, the same Spike resided. Though, the Spike she was seeing was changing, aggressively before her. His eyes grew into longer slits, his teeth became longer, his spines sharper and he was putting on mass. His greed was forcing him to grow, but she saw his resistance in holding it back enough to not fully succumb to it.
Spike looked at the larger dragoness, for he was in with a mixture of panting and growling as she did so in kind. Ember could feel the rumble in her chest as she felt the smaller dragon growl and began to lap down at her neck with his tongue. She can feel the warm, wet, tongue stroked against her scales and soft underbelly of thinner scale coating, It is almost like he is trying to commit both the feel and taste of her body to memory and she hope he does.
It all stopped once Spike made his way to her lower mid section. He continued to go in around the mid section around but seemed to hesitate with going any lower that probed in her lower abdomen. His inner conflict stirred for he could see and smell the wonderful fluids that leaked down from her somewhat spread legs. The inner pink of her labia was barely visible but that was enough for him to seemed... troubled.
“Spike?” Ember managed to say, at that moment which caused him to relapse once more to intellectual understandings. His eyes slowly caught her and she saw that his instincts are triggered for sure, if the way his tongue keep flickering and the sharper pupils he had are anything to go by. But he is still keeping himself under control, great control. For her any dragon to show so much restraint, even in the heat of a matting haze is almost unheard of. It shows how strong his will is; how much he cares for her and that was something she never ever experienced in a mate before.
“I-I don’t want to force myself on you Ember. The last thing I want to do is lose control and hurt you.” Spike pants out seemingly with a internal struggle with himself. Ember can see it isn’t easy for him to be fighting like he is and the fact he is willing to stop for her is great. But she doesn’t want him to stop, just as much as he is in the matting haze, so is she and she can’t think of anydragon she would want to be her matting partner than Spike.
Despite all that he was doing, she knew that he was fighting himself a lot more and this point, could be very painful to an extent. Licking her snout, she brought his snout close to her own, brushing it along the side.
"You are an amazing dragon Spike," she managed to say. "You are much stronger than most dragons ever could be. You are holding back, you are taking my emotions into care and I could not ask for another dragon to be with me to do this. But... I still need to properly show you what to do. I need you to really stay with me." She inhaled, spreading her legs a bit more, trying to allow more wiggle room for her tail and allow what air she could into her own legs. "What comes next, is I want you to do what you were doing earlier but slowly." Not that she wanted him to go slowly, rather shove his snout right in between her legs, stick his long draconic tongue deep into her vent and make her squeal. But no... she had to properly teach him not just the basics of dragon mating but how to please their mate.
His snout was dangerously close slit, his hot steamy breath cascading on to her and making her squirm more. She could have easily wrapped her legs around him and force him to eat her out. Her restraint was vexing though.
"When ever you mate, you must show your mate how much they care to you, how much you consider them your equal. Most just dive right into it but those whom love each other deeply, make sure that the other is receiving the same pleasure they are giving." As if to paraphrase, she gently pushed his snout directly into her slit and a small gasp left her as he almost pushed deeply into her, despite not directly penetrating. "I stroked you for a bit but now its time for you to return the favor."
Once more, his instincts were kicking in but the last of his will was dying. With a shaky breath, filled with dragoness pussy filling his lungs, he managed to word out something coherent.
"I... love...y..."
His tongue flickered and tasted her lips before succumbing to desire and shove his mouth on her slit. A roar of pleasure left Ember's muzzle as Spike tongue dashed in between her lips, breaking through the threshold of Ember's pleasure. He wasn't sure... or aware of what he was doing, just flickering his tongue to and fro, inside of her body. Her rich taste, dancing his muzzle and filling with her secretions.
Never had either of them experienced anything like this before. Ember's previous encounters close to this where her 'cleanings' by her father when she was younger. But his large tongue barely made passes over her slit. She quit that years ago. But this... this was something to be beyond a simple cleaning Sure they had licked each other back and forth but this was personal... this was raw but tender mating. His tongue was long, so he managed to pass deep into her walls, probing, twisting, dragging and more deep with her. His teeth would gently scrape her outer lips, making her arch her hips and push him with force. Meanwhile, she managed to gain some form of control and began to use her tail to reach underneath and wrap the end halfway around his member.
That momentarily stopped him, feeling the odd texture on his organ before resuming his menstruations on his mate. His mind was lost to the haze but he somehow instinctually began to scrape her leg thighs with his claws. Small amounts of pain caused an even greater pleasure for the female. Claws against their thighs or back, bite marks on their necks or shoulders, and tails wrapped around one another with the male pulling in different directions on the females. All of that... was instinct and he was not aware.
The roars and growls that were heard, somewhat muffled by the pillows, continued for what felt like hours but really only lasted minutes. For it was both their first time and none of them knew how to prolong their orgasms. With Ember, hers came as she roared, squirting streams of dragoness cum all over Spike's face, coating him in her nectar; while her tail had tightened around his member and his own roar, sadly muffled by Ember's tight legs around him and his mouth being filled with her fluids. He swallowed what he could, though much of it left in gurgles as he wanted to avoid drowning in her fluids. His member, for the first time in his life, cause him to squirt thin, watery cum unto the pillows below him, still not fully developed dragon seed. Still, it was his first climax ever and that alone made him feel the greatest dragon ever. He shot three strong shots of cum into the pillows, causing him to trust his hips at each shot before collapsing and letting his member leak the rest of his see out.
The two dragons had finally finished their mutual climaxes together but it still left them exhausted. Both were lost in a hazy so strong, neither wanted to move, though Spike continued to gently lap up against her folds, sending tingles up Ember's spines. His dragonhood had released what it had, albeit small amounts due to his age and size, he had never felt more relaxed and satisfied in his life. Not when he had gotten the best hoof massages, nor the most amazing bubble baths, nor eating the juiciest of rubies.
He had literally done something that was still so foreign, so alien to him that he wasn't fully aware what he had just done. The mind could only handle so much, especially with one as young as him, enduring all that in so little time. Exhaustion was kicking over and his mind was starting to fade.
Ember, whom had a bit more of an experience and knowledge of what was happening, still felt hazy but was aware that the little drake before her, was losing his battle with exhaustion.
'Typical Male' she would have thought before. But... no, Spike was not your typical male dragon. Yes, he was like this because it was his first time ever. He had not only experienced his first climax(judging by the white stains around his body) but the first time where he had dealt with dragon mating in an almost pure, raw form. It wasn't proper 'dragon mating' as it was 'foreplay' but the two of them had shared something so early, so unique that it left the outside world to its on devices and carried on without them.
The air was filled with their lingering smell and with somewhat strong effort, Ember began to throw pillows out, to breathe in fresh air. She grunted, shoving and pushing any out of the way. As the last pillow was shoved out of the way, she took in a deep breathe of fresh(if cave air was called fresh) and exhaled deeply. It was satisfying, it was wonderful but more than that, it was relaxing.
Looking down at her 'consort' she saw that he finally fell asleep, physically exhausted and beyond awakening. She couldn't blame him and she felt like, he deffenitely deserved it. He struggled with his instincts, pushed through to make sure that she was satisfied and even held restraint when he was unsure, he managed to impress her on a level not even most male dreamed of.
Using what little strength she had, she reached down, pulled him up to her. She wasn't sure if her mind was still in a haze or not but he felt... heavier, larger than before. Ignoring it, she brought his head... covered in her fluids, dragging his onto her own body, and nestled him against her breast. The action lead him to sigh in his sleep, somewhat happily rubbing against her before the soft, gentle snore was heard.
Ember had never pondered a life with a male on top of her. She never liked the idea of a male controlling her below he. Her father would tell her that they would be rough, somewhat mindless beasts during rut, and often didn't satisfy their females. Yet, she has never been more pleased in her life, knowing and lovingly caring for a male, whom took her heart. What was his final words before he lost to instinct? She had a guess, a chance that there would be something more between them. Everlasting? She was not sure but fore now, a huge flare had filled her heart. The first one caused by a little drake and his heart.