Passion Eternal
Takes place right at the end of Promise Eternal, where young love fully blosoms in the most beautiful way.
(Contains: Young Love, M/F, Vanilla, Marking, Biting, Cowgirl, and excess fluids.)
As the two dragons fully embraced their vows, their hearts and souls, their passion became something more. It became something so strong and so full of emotion, that their bodies could only respond in the way love could.
With Ember on top of him, licking his face or rubbing it against his, her body grinded on top of his own, their thighs and slits brushing so close, the friction it caused awakened their needs. The need was not so much to breed, but to please one another in many ways that lovers do, passionately and on another level.
Spike’s tail had wrapped around her own, trying to keep her close, not wanting to let go. Her knees were around his waist and on the ground, trying to keep herself upright but with their passion and energy going, it was difficult.
The air was cool, but their own bodies generated heat that they didn’t feel anything other than each other. As they continued to grind and rub against each other, their bodies reacted.
Ember’s vent began to show signs of arousal with her secretions beginning to moisten her inner depths and slowly but surely drip from her body.
For Spike, the friction caused his own vent to slowly open and for his organ to fill with blood at the arousing state. The tip of his shaft slowly began to poke through the opening, getting a taste of fresh air from his hole.
The duo knew where this was heading, but no words need be said. They didn’t want to speak, their bodies, their souls and their merge had said it all. They rubbed, they hugged, they laughed, and they began to moan, with their needs becoming louder and louder.
Ember finally sat up and aligned her waist with his own, their vents touching and their organs begging to be pleased. Ember’s vent finally had become engorged and open with her fluids dripping from her warm depths, directly onto her lover. Each drop of her fluids onto him, caused his shaft to grow bigger and bigger, pushing through his slit and finally growing in mass rapidly.
When she felt him pressing against her neithers, both saw this and blushed, despite having done this before, it still became a new experience for both. For Ember, it would be the first time she saw his upgraded equipment. Especially that it had now grown bigger and taller than she honestly expected. Almost non-stop, she watched in near awe that it was taller than her palm, with a base that she couldn’t fully grasp with her claws.
Spike’s own shyness came in that while he had done this before with her, this was now going to be more personal. This was going to be inside her in a way that only two that are close could share. His pride had grown and the fact that Ember was in awe, had confirmed his mothers’ suspicion that he was going to impress her.
While no words were needed to explain themselves, Ember gave small rocking motions, giving small gasps as his ridges rubbed her outer labia’s more sensitive nub, while also invoking his own sensitive area. Any fluids that she secreted smeared around his shaft, creating a great deal of lubrication and easing themselves into the coming act.
Both gave soft moans as Ember grinded herself against him, Spike adding a little to the motion by moving his hips to rub up and down against her. Each pass against his barbs shot tingles down his organ and up his spine. Pre-seed slowly began to form from his tip, adding to the fluids and speeding up the pass of secretions.
They continued their slow grind, not trying to reach the end, but making their way to it together. Their eyes would meet, despite the coming darkness of the night, Luna’s moon glowed brightly and with passion, to illuminate their eyes to find one another.
While their love making continued, it started to fill the air with a sense of more than just need. The will to continue on and cause each other to reach euphoria, was slowly edging into their minds.
At this point, their organs demanded that they make full connection and to unify their love for one another. Ember finally stopped grinding herself against his shaft, raising her hips high enough so that his tip just brushed her entrance.
Their eyes met, their hearts synced and their breathes held, as this was the moment they have waited for. Not wanted, but needed. When they would become whole and accept that anything they would do, it would be together.
Their organs pressed, she lowered herself and with a final look to him, Spike gave a nod and she accepted it, lowered herself onto him. His spire pierced and spread her vent, welcoming the host into her hot moist depths. Both dragons released loud moans, releasing strong flameless breaths of hot air into the sky as they pressed on. His shaft continued his burrow into her as she slowly sank, each passing of his barbs sending sharp spikes of pleasure up her body and causing spasms.
A small burst of fluids left her, a small premature orgasm leaving her body and adding to the fire of passion. Spike meanwhile felt her tight walls closing around him, squeezing and trying to bring him in deeper to his beloved. He held her hips as they neared towards the end as she sank lower and lower onto him until finally… her hips met his once more and the base of his was right at her spread entrance.
Both stopped, letting heavy breaths, enjoying the blissful and intense feeling of one another. Spike being inside her while Ember felt her insides full for the first time in her life. With the bodies fully integrated, their minds reached new heights in pleasure and when they finally came back from their ecstacy, they stayed like that for a few moments.
Ember could feel each throb of his organ or perhaps that was his heart beat against her walls. Her fluids now creeped almost endlessly out of her, oozing down his shaft in what tight spacing it could squeeze in between their organs. His grown shaft had stretched her considerably and while their sizes were the same, she felt like he was far bigger than he should be.
Spike never knew warmth like this and while it came close and different from his mothers, this was different. The feeling of euphoria still tickled and warped around his mind, cutting off most intellectual thoughts or even proper responses outside of instinctual or emotional.
Once both had settled and became used to each other, they once more locked eye contact, they accepted their mate’s limits and began slow. Ember slowly rose herself off of him, feeling each and every barb run across her walls and triggering every sensitive bit inside of her. Spike felt the cool air touching him as he left the warm confines of her body.
Using her knees, she had lifted herself up until just the very tip of his spire rested on the edge of her lips, taking a deep breath of feeling empty, before she exhaled and slowly lowered herself, spreading and sinking down back onto him. Once more merging their hips to one another.
Blissful sighes left them both at the returning feeling for both. Keeping his claws on her hips, he helped her rise once more to keep the motion going. Slowly but surely, they began to build a rhythm, with Ember beginning a slow ride on Spike. He didn’t mind that she was on top, nor that she was in control. With his aid, she rose and fell with ease, controlling their pleasures and their movements to near synconry.
The delight in her moans burned forever into his memory, as they were almost angelic and meaningful, knowing he was doing his job as a proper mate. With each rise and fall upon his organ, Spike knew that this was the start of what would lead to their eventual climax. And with the dragoness he loved right on top of him, he knew it was going to be beautiful.
A strong moan left Ember, pointing her head up and to the sky, letting the world know of it. Their mating was slow but she wanted it to pick up. She wanted it to reach its end yet, she knew that it wasn’t going to be wonderful if only she achieved her climax. It had to be together, it had to be with him. She leaned down a little, letting her claws land on his chest and moving her head closer.
Being this close, their muzzles touched, close to an actual pony kiss but remained sensual. Their breathes could be used to speak, but it was wasted on their hearty moans. Their organs begged for release but they only wanted to prolong their orgasms for as long as possible.
Their hips were now coated in each other's fluids, with Spike being the one who now smelled of both himself and his lover. And it was the most wonderful feeling. His mothers taught him the scent meant a lot to dragons and to be covered in it, was to show who belonged to who and no other dragon in the world that was related to him, did he want to belong to more than Ember.
With a renewed energy and vigor to make most of it, Spike began thrusting his hips to hers as she fell. The effect was almost instant and she let out a blissful moan upon contact, the wet splatter of the juices starting to grow with each hit. Her walls continued to hold his shaft within, trying to keep him in her, trying to keep his whole being in her.
Their pace began to pick up and so did their need to push to the end. Ember began bringing her hips down and hard to make her hips slap with his, making not only their bodies make sound but the echoes louder to the world.
A low, hearty growl left him as the pace increased; his shaft continuing to drip with large white streams of pre-seed into her, slowly but surely prepping for his climax. A desire rose, one he felt was instinctual but at the same time, meaningful. The need to breed was right at the tip for him, the feeling to fill his mate with his seed. That part was the one he wanted.
His thrusts now became stronger and he sat up to strengthen in his effort to bring his mate pleasure. With his body now upright, Ember wrapped her legs around his waist, giving her a wider access to her body. Spike lifted her up, slowly adjusting to his knees and wrapped his arms on her lower thighs while she wrapped her arms across his back. With their new position set, Spike began to really push his limit now.
Their faces now close, their eyes locked, they could both see their love for one another. A shift of their instincts was entering both of them. Spike became more dominant in this part while Ember became less inclined to do the work. She wanted him to be on top now, taking control and letting him use her to bring both of them to pleasure.
Her tail wracked back and forth with bliss as her body was now in a near constant state of ecstasy. Her fluids now poured from what gaps from her body had between his shaft and her walls and continued to coat his legs with her juices, making his piston movements almost glide with ease, while his barbs still continued to touch every inch of her walls. Her moans increased with no restraint, no care of who heard and what matter the creature that turned to them.
Spike was getting faster, louder and was using all of his energy now to continue his efforts to bring his mate pleasure. He could feel that his own climax was approaching; his innards getting that wonderful feeling within and getting ready to release. But he fought his instinct to do it right away.
His mouth was near her neck and he pressed against his while still thrusting into her. A small growl left him, making contact on her neck and sending shivers up and down her spine. A sign that he was getting close and that he may mark her.
His mothers taught him that small bites on the neck also meant another way to mark one another. Females and males could do each other, but it was the males that bit the females while the females marked their males with their scents. The drake let his teeth out, not to bite but to scrape across her neck with each time he thrusted into her, letting them glide on her scales.
This was Ember’s almost near tipping point, at feeling his teeth in her most vulnerable area. She gave a half cry, half moan, which turned almost into a small squeal as another wave of juices left her, almost bringing her to a climax.
Feeling her fluids in great excess run down him, rivogered him to new heights to get to the end faster. If she already climaxed, then it was up to him to finish and to do with her again. He was inwardly happy to bring her so much happiness but now, he wanted to share with her.
His claws slightly dug into her thighs, his teeth wrapped around her neck and his tail wrapped fiericly around her writing blue tail. His body demanded release, his love demanded release. His love for her demanded… attention.
He held her tightly, gripping her against him. Her claws dug into his back, her moans became almost non-coherent and when he was getting close, she too was demanding release.
Three deep and powerful thrusts was all that was needed to unify these two souls and to spread the word of their union to the world.
One… His throbbing organ began to build the tension at the base and the process started.
Two… Ember’s own walls tightened and squeezed his shaft with everything it could to keep him in.
Three… The final twitch and from his tip erupted his seed. From her own depths, spilled her fluids of vast amounts. He bit onto her neck as she shot her head up to the sky in a roar. The second after he fully bit into her and felt his seed fully unload deep into her womb, filling it with his essence, he left her neck and shot his own head up to the skies.
The two young drakes released their roars and the powerful jets of flames from their mouths as their climaxes hit. Her body spasmed as an almost endless wave of fluids expelled from her body, despite the tightening of grip of her walls on him. What little space between their organs had, almost sprayed all over them in her blissful release.
Spike felt his shaft throb with a strong burst as white hot seed flooded the womb of his beloved mate. His heart beating in rapid session alongside hers, as both roared to the heavens on their union.
For almost a solid minute, both had released their fluids on or in each other, while also maintaining their signal of fire and love to the skies, briefly lighting up the area above and below for a time. Their green and blue flames dancing almost swirling around each other as they continued their orgasmic bliss.
Their respective organs finally finished with Spike having already spilled all of his seed in her and Ember releasing all of her fluids from her. Their fires stopped and their breaths left them… then Spike fell onto his back with his mate on top of him. He landed with a small thud, though it retriggered his breathing as did Ember, with both of them taking in deep breaths to recover from their union. The two of them laid there panting with heavy breathes and hot bodies.
Spike and Ember reeked of each other’s bodily fluids. It was pleasant for them both. Spike would be forever marked with Ember’s scent on him, while Ember would forever have his teeth marks on her neck. While it did sting, not lasting pain disrupted her from the blissful event that took place right now. Their minds are too high to think of anything else but each other.
Spike’s phallus began its retreat into his body, leaving a small trail of seed left at his tip. Ember’s own body expelled much of the excess seed and secretions from their own, dripping in between them, making their legs, thighs and whatever splatter on their bodies more wet. While she knew they would need to bathe, that was the last thing on their minds. Her body held much of his seed within her and it felt wonderful, a nice warm center in her, like he would never leave.
Though that feeling did bring up another warm thought in her mind and that was to have that feeling stay and then grow within her. To have that wonderful seed of his take hold and give her eggs. The feeling of having something so precious, so wonderful grow inside of her womb, with her mate by her side.
It was what would be in her dreams tonight.
With their breathing slowed and their bodies slowly easing down, their eyes stared up to the night skies and watched the moon and stars twinkling. Spike held Ember into his arms, while using his arms as a pillow and he used his wings to wrap them around her body. The cool air helped them recover faster, but it was still the heat of their bodies that kept them close.
They let their minds wonder for a bit, letting the events replay in their head over and over again. When their energy began to leave their bodies began to shut down with ease, letting sleep take over. Spike held her close, his face, close to her own, giving her light licks across her.
“Ember… I love you so much,” he whispered, “-you mean everything to me. You are my heart, my soul, my reason I am alive and awake…”
Tears formed on her eyes and she licked him back, their tongues brushing against one another. “You are my heart and soul Spike. Without you, I don’t think my life could become any better, I love you!”
They continued to speak sweet nothing to another, making vows and promises right up until their energy drained completely and sleep took them by the body, with their bodies locked in eternal embrace.
Two young dragons came here to find and express their love tonight. Tomorrow morning, their love would be seen to the world and the lights of their hearts would match those of the strongest of lovers. Their unison, their hearts, would be forever marked here and elsewhere for others.
Not far below in the valley, two other lovers had also experienced their climaxes while showing their love for one another, though they were less loud then the two young ones above.
They separated themselves as both Eliyinsa and Zynthia had their faces covered in each other’s fluids, dripping from their mouths and faces.
Apparently, watching and then hearing the two go at it, had triggered their own needs and with the love tonight, it made them want to please one another. When they saw the flames die down, that is when they knew that their son had just claimed his mate and she had too.
The scarlet and black dragonesses couldn’t be any prouder of their son, with his passion and heart going all in, they knew that while he was going to endure a lot with his life, as long as he had her, he would do fine.
They enjoyed their sessions, remembering how much they loved each other and would continue to do so for a long time. With their own needs taken, Zynthia pulled her mate close, using her wing to wrap it around her and keep her warm.
The night was ending and with it, so was the time here in the Dragon Lands.