A Big Shiny Blue Marble Ch. 34

It had to be said, they'd been forceful, but it had been exactly what she'd wanted and near the end, they'd shown their hearts to her. They weren't exactly what she wanted, but it had been wonderful with them, and she hoped that Sheth would stay. She doubted that Drene would for all of the ridiculous mating talk that came out of her.

She rested and remembered what they'd done to please her as they'd pleased themselves.

When her heart and breathing had slowed, and she'd run through it all in her mind, she got up to do the last thing which was required.

Oh, it might not have been required by them -- or maybe they'd just forgotten it.

But Yuan hadn't.

His loud call woke them both at once and the pair of Wotroth looked up to see a male -- a large and powerful, fine-looking dragon male looking down at them with his clear intent written plainly on him from his long face down over his heavy chest as he leaned forward on his wings. His posture just drew their eyes naturally, and the message was clear, right down to what hung twitching, heavy and wet underneath him.

What had begun as a barely-living, tiny dragon's egg in her chest was now a magnificent male.

And that male now wanted his.

They looked at each other and Sheth was surprised to see exactly the same fearful trepidation that he felt in the face of Drene. In what was a reflex to them, they both assumed their natural shapes, a pair of young and nervous Wotroth chattering quietly. The male stepped forward and stretched out his long neck to caress Drene's throat in a bit of a tender gesture, but she backed away a little, pulling back her head to hiss out her nervous and empty warning. The male looked at her and tried again.

This time, she roared at him shrilly and tried to back further away, but there was only Sheth behind her -- and he was already backed up against the wall.

The male's head withdrew, but he was only inhaling her scent as he gathered his breath. She may have been telling him to leave her alone, but her body was betraying her in large measure. From where he stood, he could see clearly along the line of her beautiful underside to the mound of her softly glistening opening, and that wasn't just wet for him.

She was dripping in her want of him.

Drene was just nervous enough to surprise herself. She'd wanted something such as this forever, but though she let Sheth fuck her as much as they both wanted whenever she'd thought to visit him, he'd never done something like this -- given her such a display of masculine power, but holding back for a time.

Sooner or later, they all knew what would happen here.

She took a hurried breath and intended to go to him, but even still she dragged her feet.

It was one thing to say that you wanted a male like this. It was even all well and good to tell yourself how much you wanted it.

It was another thing altogether to realize that, no matter what you'd said or wanted or even played at doing it with your small and gentle male, the real thing stood there waiting, and he wouldn't wait for much longer.

She moved slowly with her head down, looking meek and reluctant, but that changed when the male threw his head forward and roared his impatience. She almost jumped as she came to him, still looking shy, but when she looked up, she saw that he was pleased and that despite the noise, he cared.

It might have been correct, but she was mistaken. He wanted to mate with her, but he already knew enough that he didn't want her for much more than that. It was still Yuan, and Yuan wasn't stupid. Drene could cry out her love that she might be feeling at the moment, but from what Yuan already felt, this was nothing more than a fuck. As a male, Yuan intended it to be perhaps the fuck of her life, but knew that to her Yuan wasn't more than the male of the moment no matter what.

He knew enough. Drene was always hopeful of the bigger and better male who might be just around the next corner. It was why she sought out demons. There weren't any dragons other than Sheth and now Yuan. A need didn't have to make sense.

She reached up and held Yuan's neck with her hands as this large male that Yuan now was reached to hold her. As their long necks slid against each other, she knew that there were males of this size who would have been almost as pleased to kill her and fuck her afterward, just before they ate her in the literal sense. But this one wasn't like that, he just wanted to mate with a female who he cared for.

She let go of him then and sank to her knees after turning herself away from him. She felt his snout under her there and the long heat of his tongue. Drene glanced at the flickering shadows being cast on the cavern wall and she groaned as she saw her shadow in front of the much larger male and the way that his neck was craned down behind her.

She could see the shadow of his incredibly long tongue sliding out of his mouth and under her, seeking her wetness and finding it. She saw and felt it as it slid into her. Drene chattered her pleasure for a few moments, thankful for the way that her body responded with new waves of fluids, since plainly, she was going to need them. She could also see the shadow of what waited to claim her and she moaned until he stopped and she saw the immense shadow of his body as he moved forward to take her.

That long warm thing of his nudged her, his few tastes of her giving him the need and making him harden fully. She felt it when the point found her opening and slid right by, but she knew that it would be back in a second.

And there it was, right at her little place. This time, it stayed, and she pressed back just a little to tell him that she wanted him. She bent her neck to look underneath herself and she saw it; long, thick, pink and angry-looking as it searched a little more for the gateway. When the tip was inside her, she raised her head to tell him that she loved him and that she wanted him with her soft hisses, and she found his neck twining a little with hers as it pressed her neck back to rest in the place where his neck met his wings.

He was sliding in.

The thought came to her that no matter what she'd done before, she was a mature female in this. They weren't the same thing exactly, but they were very nearly so, and she was the right size for a female to a magnificent male such as this, and if that was so, then it ought to fit.

Shouldn't it?

He slid the rest of the way inside her in one long and slightly slow thrust while Drene thought that her legs would fail her for the way that it felt inside her. She had just enough room for him -- just enough. He pressed there for a time to be sure that she could feel him there, not hurting her, just holding himself so that she was full ... just, ...

Making her want to melt, feeling that he was long enough for this and so warm and thick inside her.

She relaxed her neck and found that he held it with his as they looked into each other's eyes. What she saw was a lot of feeling in him, and tenderness in the way that he'd taken her, but there was something else for her to see in his eyes. She blinked a few times as she groaned, and then it became clear to her. It was his confidence. He knew now that he had her. She felt it as his arms held her. He wouldn't let her go until this was done, and more, she saw that he intended to fuck her well.

She hissed as she felt his first strokes, slow and thick in and out of her. He made her feel so small and yet, she felt like the finest female in the world as he did it. Drene pressed herself back to meet his thrusts, and she called out her love and he roared his own lust out of him as he began to go faster, harder and harder still. Yuan knew that there was no more depth to be had there and it was risking pain to Drene if he give her everything as hard as she seemed to want.

It was a little difficult to do -- this not jamming in all the way, but dragons love to gather ammunition for their arguments in logic and this was what Yuan was doing, even as they copulated.

Drene looked at it a little differently. She was amazed. Yuan knew! Yuan knew exactly how far in to go. She'd never had a male in her where she was from, but from what she knew, few were this big and none of them gave a shit about the female's comfort and where she was in this.

He knew what he was doing, this one, she thought as she screeched at the way that he did it. It wasn't to hurt her; it was to make her want everything.

And she did. She screeched and shrieked and bucked. She thought that her wings would collapse from holding her up, but they didn't -- because he was holding her to himself. She wailed shrilly -- almost as a whistle as she realized that his thrusts were lifting her feet from the ground because he was helping to do that with his hands, and it came to her that she could get him a little deeper so that his wonderful prong could spread her even more in that gentle way if she could, ... just get, ... her little feet up and, ...

Sheth stared. Yuan was holding Drene's weight completely. She wasn't even touching the ground at all. He saw Drene's legs stretched out almost straight sideways as Yuan fucked her -- and he could hear it as she pleaded with Yuan to do it harder, faster.

And he did, though then, it was never to the end of her. Yuan was also a female, and she knew that Drene just wanted everything. This nudging so gently took a lot of concentration and it also took away from the pleasure because care was required.

Drene's head was raised and her long mouth was open next to Yuan's and their tongues slid over each other and --

Her eyes were closed.

But they reached their end after a few more minutes of it and her eyes remained closed, squeezed tightly shut as she roared out her love and Yuan roared back. When they froze, Sheth watched as he filled her.

He had a perfect view. He could see them there, locked together in that timeless moment.

Drene's eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She didn't even appear to be breathing as she trembled in his grasp and time seemed to stop somehow.

The full rush of the male's release came then and he roared out in his triumph so that Sheth's ears rang. The sound died away and Sheth watched Drene's legs tremble and twitch, speared by that thing inside her, Yuan nudged the end of her very carefully and then held herself against Drene and she had the feeling that she'd tried to avoid, and yet had wanted.

She didn't know how Yuan had been able to do it -- touch her there and not cause discomfort, press there and only make her ache to be his even more. She wanted to scream again, but found that she could only make a very small sound.

Yuan still wasn't hurting her.

Sheth heard their breathing then and he heard something else as well. He looked underneath her and he saw that, just like his own, this male's seed would run out of her later, but more than that -- he was filling her so much that it ran out of her while he was still inside of her. Seeing something like that did nothing for his feelings of inadequacy.

Yuan eased her down in a few moments and Drene groaned as her hips complained a little to move her legs down. She stood on her feet and wings blinking underneath the male and she felt Yuan's arms around her and then Yuan's head came down to slide against her long neck and she felt the cheek against her breast, so she lowered her head against Yuan's.

Sheth saw it and groaned a little. It was something that he longed to feel.

They parted then, Drene waddling a little as she came to where Sheth sat. She couldn't help it. She felt so different now. She'd never been so full before. Yuan's shaft was gone now, but she still felt as though it was inside her, and she also felt a little regret that it no longer was.

Sheth watched her as she passed by him, hearing the happy noises that she made and the way that she told Sheth that she still loved him and would always want him. Sheth didn't believe her at all. Drene was happy; that was all that this was. She always said this nonsense after fucking. It lasted less than three minutes if he was lucky -- and he hadn't been involved in this. Why she felt that she had to tell him this shit was beyond him.

He hadn't notice that the male had moved.

Not until he felt the warm breath against him, low down against his back. He would have jumped and scuttled off nervously, but that tongue against his cloaca ...

He heard soft and low chattering behind him and he raised his head and looked back to see. He thought that he ought to feel frightened, but he ... just didn't. He answered with similar sounds and when Yuan pulled her head away, Sheth turned and approached the male who wanted him. He was slow and shy about it, but he showed that he wouldn't need to be roared at. As he came near, he reached up and wrapped his thin arms around that great neck and his wings followed.

It felt so good to Sheth to be wanted, and he hoped that by meeting the male's desire, he might be taken gently. He chattered softly as he looked up into those eyes, and he thrilled to see the want for him in them. He pulled himself up and his feet left the ground to hang, but then the male raised up a little and Sheth felt that hard thing against him and was amazed that it hadn't softened.

He felt the large hands on his hips as he was moved a little and he allowed it by holding on a little less tightly until the tip of that hard shaft was against his opening. His own organ protruded a little and when they touched, both creatures groaned quietly. All that Sheth knew was that he wanted this now, more than anything and his small feet wiggled in the air, trying to find something, some sort of traction which he might use to get them together better.

But the hands managed it and he whimpered to feel himself being penetrated fully. His eyes were closed in quiet joy and he was happy that there had been no pain at all. He'd been prepared to struggle against any discomfort, trying to get past it, but in this natural shape, there was room for this.

His eyes opened in shock when he felt himself being moved slowly and instead of his small prong being pressed in between them, the male moved him so that he could feel his tip beside the male's, and it felt so good to him that he was hardening.

Sheth gasped as his own shaft hardened right inside the male's opening and they shivered together. There wasn't much possibility for thrusting like this; it was just quiet pleasure to move in little ways against the male who wanted him.

He felt himself being lowered a few minutes later, and he was more than willing to allow it now. When his feet touched the ground, he let go of the thick neck above him and he turned away to offer himself.

He felt that long prick at his opening and he wanted to throw himself backward onto it, but he allowed himself to be lifted slowly and penetrated deliciously as he heard a small gasp and looked straight into Drene's eyes. She'd changed by then, and lay on one haunch as she stared open-mouthed, even smiling a little.

Those hands were holding his hips and the slow fucking began then. Sheth moaned loudly, abandoning any attempt at being quiet. All of his life, he'd been what he was, from the first beginnings of his awareness of himself in a sexual way, right from childhood. He'd learned early on that most males weren't as he was, and many didn't particularly like him for it. He'd thrown himself into his studies.

When he'd reached the age where he could seek a mate as a young adult, he was not surprised at all to find that here were none for one like him. They were all in awe of his ability and some were jealous of it, but other than that, he was seen as a small male; weak and not particularly confident among them. He'd seen that a few gave him glances, but none went beyond their mild interest.

It had been a strong want in him to find a male for himself, but he knew that it was little more than a fantasy which he'd carried quietly in his heart. He knew that he could be happy enough with Drene, but she didn't really want him and couldn't give him what he'd ached to have all of his life. He could be a male for her, and he liked that, but they both knew that inside, they were so very much alike in many ways.

If they'd grown up together and not as weapons to kill each other, they both knew that, even if they'd both found what their bodies wanted, they'd still very likely be each other's friends. But now they were just neighbors who mated now and then when she had nothing better on the go.

The tightening of the grip which held him brought him back to the mating, and he knew that in some ways, he was being claimed, just as Drene had been. He opened his eyes and found himself looking down at the wetness on the stone floor below him. His mouth had been open and he'd been lost in being fucked. It felt so good and it had been easy to get lost in and in that time, his mouth had fallen open and he'd been drooling. He looked up toward Drene to see if she'd noticed it, wondering if he ought to feel self-conscious over it, but he saw that she was enthralled watching everything and was frigging herself again, her hand covered in the seed which ran out of her.

He guessed that she must have switched hands at some point, since her little breasts were slick and shining with semen as well. They smiled at each other for a moment; her in happiness -- him feeling a little foolish as the one who was being fucked, but other than closing his eyes, there wasn't much else to look at besides Drene.

He saw a movement in his upper field of view and looking up, he saw the proud and pleased face of Yuan, and he craned his neck up instantly to feel the touch of that long neck against his own as it was pressed back to nestle in the same place against his shoulder as Drene's had been and he sighed, feeling the acceptance at long last.

He was a functional male on the outside, but now he was what he'd always longed to be, a male with a female heart being loved by another male.

He couldn't be bred, but he was sure being mated well.

His neck was freed from the embrace as their need turned into the rise up their mountain and the real pounding began in earnest, and by that point, Sheth was more than ready to be pounded.

He stretched out his neck and cried out, roaring, though it came out of him thinly. He saw the male's neck and head stretched out over his and they brought their necks into contact and called out together again and again, Sheth seeing the strain in the muscles on the thick neck above him. He rubbed his head against that neck, as much as he could.

His shaft was as hard as stone, hanging out into space and waving around like a frantic thing, seeking some of its own comfort, but there was little for it to have, other than the way that it slapped against his belly from the motions of his body. He remembered what he'd seen Drene do and he stretched out his legs as widely as they would go, and he cried out during the next few strokes after that because that wondrous thing could get deeper into him like this, allowing more of the male's thickness into him and he felt his cloaca being stretched wider by the base of that magnificent prong which pounded him relentlessly. The base of his own shaft felt as though it glowed from the heat of the friction from that huge thing sliding past it with every stroke.

He realized that he'd been screaming when he felt how raw his throat felt suddenly, and he didn't care. He screamed more, as loudly as he could manage and it was answered time and again by a roar from the male that he could feel right through his body.

Suddenly, that magnificent male clutched him tightly, almost painfully tightly as he reared up and held Sheth out into space so that another full inch of his rock hard and hot shaft could reach for Sheth's heart. Sheth shrieked and wailed as he hung impaled on that thing, grinding down as hard as he could onto it for them both.