Peaceful Loving
Contains(Female/Female, Cunnlingus, Squirting, Rough Sex, Scent Marking, 69 position, Teasing, and messy orgasms.)
Zynthia gently lifted the sleeping drake, careful in scooping him up in her palm. She then slowly carried him to their resting chamber.
She had dug out a small, lifted den along the wall of their resting chamber. Next to him, but not to close, was a small lava pool. It was large enough for him to go into but not big enough for herself or her mate. It was meant for heating during cold nights. Now, it was meant to keep him warm when he was not surrounded by his new ‘mothers’.
It has been a month since the trials had ended and Zynthia along with her mate, Eliyinsa, had taken Spike into their care. His sleep was caused by the trials, repressed memory, and… separation from his mate. The result was a feedback, hysteria and then energy overload to the point where he came back to them disillusioned and then fell into a coma.
Eliyinsa had volunteered to take care of him while Ember performs her duties until he awakens. It only grew worse when Ember had to sent a report to the Equestrians on his recent incident. Luckily, no international turmoil happened and it was only with Ember explaining it, that they avoided any unwanted war. But the Equestrians were still asking for clearance to see Spike. With some caution, Ember and the elders told them to stay put until they were certain their own magical signatures would not disturbed him any further.
Still, it bothered them, even to this point, that the little drake suffered greatly. Not hatchling, whelpling or even teenage dragon, should have to suffer so much.
She approached the makeshift den she created for him. Inside the small rounded hole, was a large, thick blanket with soft padding. Something the equestrians had sent over. It was durable enough to deal with claws and tears, along without losing its fur to strong heat sources like a sleeping dragon or the nearby lava pit. Along with that, came pillows.
Seemed unnecessary since he hadn’t moved an inch since his coma. The bare details that he still lives is the fact that every now and then, he will release a soft exhale and his chest would deflate. Other than that, he remained stone still.
Making sure that the den edges would prevent him from falling off, if he moved, she also made sure that he was within eye distance of them. The room was greatly heated with two large bodies and a lava pit, so it would be no reason for him to lose any heat.
The month had both dragonesses switching their roles in and out of the cave. Despite most dragons not seeking advice from either them, few from outside the lands do come and gain information. Along with that, it was also their job to distribute the news to other Advisors, Elders, Guardians and such about current circumstances.
With the Trials done, the news was spread and done. The new Dragon Lord had temporary Hoard Mates to keep her stable and was now dealing with the usual dragon business. Zynthia had been with Spike the whole week now, keeping him warm and moving him here and there to make it so if he does wake up, he already subconsciously knows his whereabouts.
“Take it in.” she softly muttered. She slowly placed the sleeping Spike onto his den and covered him with the blanket. “For when you wake, it will seem like home.”
“I hope it does.” The voice of her mate came through. She turned her head towards the arriving, smaller dragoness. Approaching from the entrance, the black and gray dragoness made her way towards the taller, scarlett dragoness. Brushing alongside her, her eyes looked upon their little drake. “Maybe he would also call us mother too.”
A small growl of left Zynthia. “And you expect that to be the first thing he does to the two that hurt him the most.”
“I expect… that he will understand his situation and appreciate it.” She leaned in to Spike, brushing her large snout over his small body, giving a deep soft rumble from her throat, vibrating against the whelping. “We’ve spoken to him, everyday since he has been in our care. He will remember this in his dreams, in his memories. Our love, our life… our family.” She gently licked across his small body, clearing away any grime or dirt on him, keeping his scales clean.
His body remained unmoving, though the soft, almost inaudible beat of his heart was heard.
“What will we continue to speak to him about?” The scarlet dragoness questioned, she too leaned in and brushed against their ‘son.’ She then pulled back before bringing her snout and brushing it over her beloved’s neck. “History?” She brushed it down the smooth scales of the black dragon, slowly tracing her snout down her neck. “Our pasts?” She reached down until her snout push up to her wings. A small sigh left Eliyinsa and she retreated her head from her Spike’s space.
“What about anatomy?” pipped Zynthia. The large dragoness brushed until she gently scraped her bumpy snout against the thin membrane of her mate’s wing. Her mate bristled and her cheeks warmed to a small pinkish hue.
“You wish to exploit him to that… when he sleeps?”
Her mate gave a shrug and continued to tease her mate.
“What hasn’t he already done with Dragon Lord Ember? According to Torch, the night before the trials, Spike and Ember had mated.”
“But to fill his memories with that and…”
“I simply want him to understand that when he wakes up, he has more knowledge in his mind then he had living with the ponies.” Zynthia paused. “Though in truth, you and I have yet to please each other since the day we took him into our care.” She then leaned down to her mate’s back hind quarters and brushed against them. “I’ve missed your… taste.” She hissed.
A breathful sigh left Eliyinsa and she shivered as her mate blew hot air under her legs.
“We have been… busy,” she said a bit shakenly. Her leg gave a twitch and she restrained from lifting her hind leg up. “The dragons across the world had to be informed by our new development.”
“They can wait every now and then.” Zynthia growled. She then leaned out and looked her mate in the eyes. Her fiery orbs of orange met her bright violent ones. “My duty comes to my dragons, but my mate comes before all else.”
A shiver ran down the smaller dragoness. Zynthia was strong, she was powerful and she was commanding when needed. But… she loved her more than anything. Hence, why if she wanted something, she would achieve it, regardless of the cost. Which is why her body wracked in scars and each wound carried a piece of history.
Not choosing to fight her, she moved away from Spike and towards the opposite side of the lava pool. Far away not to bother their ‘son’, not too far too lose their eyes on him.
They moved towards their ground area, where the earth was soft with the constant flow of lava beneath. It was comfortable enough where they could settle without the rock hardening but at the same time did not break or crumble around their weight. To avoid that, piece of broken diamonds scattered deep beneath them and distributes the weight.
Eliyinsa was barely above their sleeping area before she was shoved down to her side. She let out a surprised grunt and gasp. She landed on her side with her legs almost over her. This was not the first time she dealt with this. But she was always caught off guard.
The soft ground cushioned her landing and with her legs coming barely coming down, her mate shoved her head directly in between her legs. A loud gasp left Eliyinsa as Zynthia brushed her muzzle where her slit was. A horizontal line of pink flesh was exposed.
The larger dragoness took a deep whiff of her mate, taking in the musky sweet and ashy smell from her mate’s neithers.
“So sweet,” she huffed, blowing hot air upon her mate’s genitals. “So strong.” Eliyinsa moaned softly, as her mate brushed her mound with her nose, trying to rub her scent over her. When the warmth of her breath brushed her labia, she growled softly and her lips slowly parted, like a flower. Her insides bared a rose pink and secretions began to seep from her.
“What awaits you, my love?” Eliyinsa gasped in delight. Zynthia merely teased her mate, continuing to blow hot air across her opening.
"My taste is long coming my love, but I prefer to savior it.”
Eliyinsa growled but then gave a whine of need.
“Please!” She begged. “I too have longed for it!”
Zynthia smiled at her mate but she gave her a look. “I just hope that you are not loud. We wouldn’t want our son to awaken from your voice. I don’t think he would understand his new ‘mothers’ doing something so… lewd in front of him.”
Eliyinsa paused, looking passed her mate and towards their sleeping ‘son’. She then looked at her mate and nodded.
“I’ll… I’ll try.”
Zynthia purred and pushed her muzzle directly onto her mate’s neithers. A soft gasp left the black dragoness and she groaned softly. She hadn’t been touched in a month. It felt good to have that feeling in that area return. She pushed her large muzzle, not fully penetrating her labia but giving the outer edges some love. She hissed, blew warm air or caressed her vent, making her mate vibrate with pleasure.
Zynthia herself began to leek her own juices, slowly spilling onto the floor. She murred into her mate, masking her muzzle with her mate’s secretions. Part of her mate’s fluids made it to her inner muzzle. With a flick of her serpentine tongue, she tasted the scattered traces of fluids.
Then she parted her muzzle and her tongue slid out, brushing the outer opening, tasting and spreading the fluids across her muzzle. Her split tongue twisted and turned, never penetrating her mate, but allowing her tongue to brushed the edges of her vent.
She felt her mate whither and twist, her legs occasionally twitch if she felt around a nice spot. She continued her menstrations on her beloved until she finally have moaned, half growled, “Please!” She then quickly looked over, trying to see if that is what awoke Spike. Nothing.
Waiting for nothing else, she shoved her entire tongue into her mate. Her tongue, thick as it was, parted Eliyinsa’s vent and struck deep to her core. The black dragoness all but held back a loud moan, instead biting onto her fore paw and her legs nearly wrapping around Zynthia’s head.
Zynthia was rewarded with a small burst of juices that expelled from her mate’ neither, splattering her muzzle. A salty blend of dark ash, an earthly taste and sweet rubies, filled her muzzle, something she always enjoyed of her mate. “The sweetest taste in the lands,” she would always say. It was true and it couldn’t really be compared to anything else, which is why after a month of not tasting her mate, the return flavor was more wonderful than before. She pushed hard against her mate, inhaling her wonderful scent, getting high on the smell itself.
She targeted her sweet spots, near her entrances or deep into her core. Everytime she withdrew, she would use her teeth to gently scrape her outer labia, making her mate shiver and her claws to open and close. Hot air would blow deep into her hole, bringing her high temperatures to that of lava.
Her own secretions left her body, leaving a puddle upon the cave floor. Eliyinsa, while being pleasured by her own mate, saw her mate’s need and adjusted herself more. “Love, l-lay on your-r side! Aah! I-I-I wish to taste you as well!”
Not stopping her assault on her mate, she lied her body unto her side and spread her legs open to allow her made access to her own needs. Unlike her larger mate, Eliyinsa wasted no time in playing with her mate and dove straight at her vent. Rosey red color greeted her along with a small cascade of fluids down her legs. Her muzzle already inhaling the blend of sulfur, musk and sweetness that secreted from her.
Her tongue pressed forward and began to lap at her mate’s fluids, tasting the juices that long evaded her tongue. Zynthia moaned into her lover’s snatch, vibrating her muzzle against her, sending more shivers to the black dragoness. Eliyinsa then spread her lover’s vent with her tongue, sending it deep inside her core, where she flicked and brushed along her soaking walls. With energy that had been reserved she ravashed her mate’s neighters.
The two dragonesses continued their love making, putting forth as much energy as they could to trying to please each other. Their tongues buried deep into each other, their fluids covering their muzzles and landing on the floor, creating musky hot mud. Their tails twisted and lashed out an about as tingles and pleasure ran up and down their bodies. To add further pleasure, Zynthia vibrated her muzzle against her mate’ neithers to further her pleasure, while Eliyinsa bared her claws into her mate’s legs, causing pain on some old wounds and fueling her ecstacy.
Together, they pushed and tried to reach each other’s climaxes. Long have they forgotten to keep their voices down to a minimum and were growling or moaning to each other out loud. Their squirting juices upon each other were just as loud. At some point, they just wanted to finally finish together.
Both used their remaining energies to push their tongues into each other, Eliyinsa digging her claws on her mates legs and Zynthia lightly biting in return on her outside labia, which triggered their climaxes. The two females moaned loudly into each other and flooded their polar opposites with their secretions. Half roars left their maws but came up gurgled and messy, creating a heaping wet mess, not just on their muzzles but their faces as well.
The two dragonesses fell to their sides as their respective climaxes had finally finished. They were panting loudly and their energies were spent. Slowly but surely they began to settle down. For the next couple of minutes, they began to slowly clean each other, licking up their lover and trying to not reignite the excitement. After which, then, they settled into the same position, lying on their bellies and pressed themselves against one another. They both brushed against one another, slowly growling deep in their throats, giving as much affection as they could.
“I suppose,” began Zynthia with a small mirth in her voice. “That we both sought some release.”
“Indeed,” Eliyinsa agreed with her mate. “I haven’t felt that much release since…” she thought about it for a bit and her eyes closed and a stupid smile formed on her maw. “Since you took me in as your hoard.”
Zynthia hummed in agreement before brushing her snout on her neck. “Ah yes. When I started the last Gauntlet of Fire.” she sighed and gave a grin. “Torch won almost immediately… despite his size.” Both chuckled at the memory of Torch, roughly half his size now, bared through the trial and won. Zynthia had given up being the Successor and had brought in Eliyinsa with her after she completed trials to become an Advisor. She didn’t want the Scepter, she just wanted a title to help keep dragons intelligent enough for a better future. A way to bring a newer generation of dragons to be much more than just ‘brutes’ and ‘hotheads’.
Together, the two wanted to bring to the world hatchlings that would one day be the betterment of dragons if by a little more smarter.
“And Spike himself won it.” Zynthia said softly. “He beat odds that would normally harm or kill another dragon and he did so with his mind.”
“A mind that I hope that be the beginning of a grand future for dragons.” Continued Eliyinsa. “I could just imagine a world where... “ She stopped as sounds came from Spike’s resting area. The two of them were immediately on their feet and approached over to him, wondering if he had finally awoken.
A sharp smell came from him, though it was almost overshadowed by their own scents, the two dragonesses were in awe at Spike now. He was covered from head to tail in a crust rock like state, ash grey and hardened over. It was his ‘molting’ faze and it started really early. Both were surprised that he hit it quickly and were now just waiting for it to complete.
Eliyinsa was the first to speak, reeling from the shock.
“I believe this is… something that we should report to Ember.” She blinked and peered down at his hardered covering. “Hopefully, she doesn't jump away from the smell… or his new change. I hope that when he awakens, he is able to handle it too.