05.May.13, 08:21 AM
The dying sun was hot, so hot, the light burning through the glowing golden hide of Okalinath, the sensation firing through Kahleena’s veins, flushing the girl’s face as her vague eyes sparkled with the heavy, lusty sensations. Sex was not an unknown entity to the young woman, but the massive flare of emotions that were being fuelled by her dragon were more than anything she’d felt before, and Kahleena trembled visibly as Okalinath rose higher into the sky. The breeze was cool, crisp and Kahleena lifted her chin, feeling the way it caressed Okalinath’s form as if it were her own.
The young gold hissed - her eyes were alive with lust and the heat of an intense challenge, her wings flared wide to control the flow of air and her youthful body through the very sky itself. Her lips pulled back in a snarl of disdain as a bronze made a pre-emptive strike, aiming to capture the gold who believed herself unobtainable. Her maw was still coloured a sickly green with the ichor of the creature she had slaughtered, and her body trembled with need as she shot through a cloud. The cool wetness was a shock to her heated skin, and she snarled out as she burst from the other side, shrieking a hiss of disdain as she almost crashed bodily into an intelligent blue, almost giving herself whiplash as she dropped under him and then shot up the other side, well out of grasp.
The swift move was unfocused, and the young queen was new to the game of flights and chases, and her energy was flagging as she lead those blue and brown and bronzes further into the sky, aiming for the very stars themselves. Her mind was not ready for capture yet – there was so much more sky to wing through, and the pack was still thick and heavy with dragons willing to prove how worthy they were! But her body was reaching the limit of her ability to remain aloft, and as she spun away from an eager brown, Okalinath was snatched by a clever bronze.
A furious hiss ripped from her lips, Okalianth displeased by the undesired – and in her opinion – early capture. However, he was sure, and strong, and she relented into his secure grasp and strong hold, letting the bronze carry them back to the safety of the ground as they toppled through the sky. Kahleena’s arms twined around her winner’s neck, inhabitation's forgotten as the lust and desire flowed from Okalinath to fuel her own wants, lips warm and eager.
The young gold hissed - her eyes were alive with lust and the heat of an intense challenge, her wings flared wide to control the flow of air and her youthful body through the very sky itself. Her lips pulled back in a snarl of disdain as a bronze made a pre-emptive strike, aiming to capture the gold who believed herself unobtainable. Her maw was still coloured a sickly green with the ichor of the creature she had slaughtered, and her body trembled with need as she shot through a cloud. The cool wetness was a shock to her heated skin, and she snarled out as she burst from the other side, shrieking a hiss of disdain as she almost crashed bodily into an intelligent blue, almost giving herself whiplash as she dropped under him and then shot up the other side, well out of grasp.
The swift move was unfocused, and the young queen was new to the game of flights and chases, and her energy was flagging as she lead those blue and brown and bronzes further into the sky, aiming for the very stars themselves. Her mind was not ready for capture yet – there was so much more sky to wing through, and the pack was still thick and heavy with dragons willing to prove how worthy they were! But her body was reaching the limit of her ability to remain aloft, and as she spun away from an eager brown, Okalinath was snatched by a clever bronze.
A furious hiss ripped from her lips, Okalianth displeased by the undesired – and in her opinion – early capture. However, he was sure, and strong, and she relented into his secure grasp and strong hold, letting the bronze carry them back to the safety of the ground as they toppled through the sky. Kahleena’s arms twined around her winner’s neck, inhabitation's forgotten as the lust and desire flowed from Okalinath to fuel her own wants, lips warm and eager.