DISCLAIMER: This is a work of FICTION. Any resemblance to other people, real or imaginary, is purely in the mind of the author. Moreover, this never really happened, and not only that, this isn't an accurate representation of me or the male in question. I really just used the names and appearances. It's all in my sick mind. And I've never really done it with Winddancer. Although... he is cute...
Fucking storm! thought Damien as she rose and fell through the torrential rain. The currents were maddeningly unreliable, and she felt more like they were riding her than she was riding them. Her slim dragonform was meant to cut through the air, but in this weather it meant she didn't have much to resist the buffeting forces of the storms that were sweeping the Dragonrelms now. She just needed to get all the way to the Amethyst lands; the message she was carrying, from the leader of the Reds, might prevent a war. Or start one she thought. Since she was generally a neutral party, having no great love for any House or Clan, she was often used to carry messages such as this and do other tasks calling for reliability, confidentiality, and impartiality. The pay was usually good too. But on nights like tonight, she would have preferred to stay at home.
Lightning struck a nearby tree, and the sting of the ionized air left behind made Damien shiver. The cold rain left her scales slick, and chilled her draconic form to the bones. It would be good to finish this mission, and get to warm shelter.
Finally she saw the Imperial palace of the Amethyst clan, and slowed down. The fog was heavy, but the lights were burning bright in the palace as always. As she circled downward and landed at the front gates, she was hailed by the guards.
"Hail, Amethyst clan! I am Damien, the Clanless, and I have been entrusted with a message and a package for the Emperor of your noble Clan. May I enter?" She waited impatiently, trying not to shiver in the cold. After a few moments the gates opened, and she continued inward. There were guards on either side, lining the hallway, and a large Amethyst stood in front, waiting for her.
Damien shook herself off violently, splashing water everywhere. Well, I was never one to be known for my manners she thought, noticing that the guards were trying, unsuccessfully, to ignore the shower of raindrops she had just sent all over them. She nodded to the waiting dragon, who she assumed was an escort, and followed him into the Throne Room.
At the end of the corridor, which would have been large by Amethyst standards and was therefore enormous compared to Damien, the doors to the throne room swung slowly open and she heard herself being announced by the Heralds. She then entered, nodding in a friendly way to the Amethyst escort, and bowed down before the Amethyst Emperor.
The Amethysts are a naturally impressive race of dragons. While not the largest of the races by any means, they are on the larger side of the species. Furthermore, they are one of the most beautiful clans, with glistening scales like gemstones, and they are almost all gifted with great artistic ability, or at least the 'gift of gab' as some call it. The Emperor himself, however, dwarfs most members of his own clan. He was a huge Amethyst, beautiful and regal. He was also known to be gifted both as an orator and a singer, and had a lovely yet commanding voice to go with it.
Damien, however, had dealt with him many times before, and had long since become used to being around clan lords and other rulers. If life had been different she might have numbered among them, but as it was she did extensive business with them, and therefore felt no awe. If nothing else, I'm too damned cold to be awestruck by anything other than a warm bed she thought.
When the chamberlain nodded to her to indicate that she could speak, she said, "Lord of the Amethyst clan, I have flown all night through rain and thunder straight from the Imperial Palace of the Red clan in order to give you an important message, and a package to accompany it." She slowly lowered her pack, which had thusfar been securely fastened to her chest, and took out the plainly wrapped message tube and package. "I have been strictly commanded to let no claw or hand touch it until I have delivered it to your own claws. Your men may examine it, but not touch it. I assure you, though, that I saw the contents and there is nothing which will cause you harm by touching or seeing this." She held the delivery closely, glaring at the guards and mages who had approached, obviously wishing to inspect it. She allowed them to look at it, but not touch. When they were satisfied, she approached the throne and handed the delivery directly to the Emperor, then backed down and stood as she had before.
The Emperor opened and examined the package briefly, then nodded, saying "My thanks go to thee, messenger, for thy prompt delivery of these objects. Thou shalt be rewarded well. Now, I must hold private council, and thou art tired. Hast thou arrangements already made?" That's what I like about him. He always thinks of the little things. Better than having some chambermaid try to figure out what to do with me.
"Thank you, Imperial one, I have associates in the palace, and I can find my way unaided. I hope the message proves interesting and useful to you." Damien waited to be dismissed. She hadn't been to the Amethyst palace for a while, but she knew someone who would give her a warm pile of gold to sleet on. The Emperor nodded, and the herald showed her out.
In the hall she sighed, glad to be done with this minor, yet important mission. She headed down halls she had been down several times before, coming to the Bards' quarters. The Amethysts valued art more than almost any other clan, and they treated their bards quite well. Damien rapped on a door she'd been through many times before, and heard a growled "Enter!" from the other side. So, she let herself in to the room of her friend, Winddancer, one of the Amethyst bards.
Winddancer looked up, and seeing the smaller female whom he hadn't seen in many months, he shouted "Damien!" He leapt up and swept her into an enthusiastic embrace. "What on earth are you doing here? And you're half frozen! Come in, warm yourself by the fire."
Damien could not resist making a crude joke. "Why, hon, I'd love to warm myself by your fire!" she said, as she followed him in. He turned and gave her a lewd wink, and she grinned back. The two of them had been friends for a long time, and occasionally lovers as well. Damien smiled, thinking that maybe this would be one of those occasions. Tired as she was, she would nevertheless love a good fuck. If nothing else it might help her relax.
Almost as if reading her mind, Winddancer sat next to her in front of the enormous fire he used to warm his den, and wrapped a wing around her. She shivered, mostly from the cold, and pulled herself closer to his warm body, entwining her tail with his.
Winddancer looked down at Damien. "You haven't answered my question, love. What on earth brings you to Amethyst lands, and in such condition. I can't believe it was just for my brilliant company."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "You egotist, who are you kidding? You wouldn't even have said that if you weren't fishing for a compliment. No, I didn't come here strictly to see you." She winked at him, and snuggled closer. "Although, it was certainly on my mind as a good side benefit. Actually, though, I was bringing a message. From the Red lands."
He whistled. "Wow, no wonder you're drenched. I heard the badlands between here and there are being wracked with hideous storms." He rubbed the side of his head against hers, caressing her with his horns. She growled affectionately as he continued sympathetically. "It must have been important. Not to mention lucrative if I know you. You probably want to rest, and here I am keeping you up. You're welcome to share my bed."
She nodded tiredly, and he picked her up and carried her gently over to the pile of gold, gems, and soft velvet he used as a bed. It was more than big enough for the two of them and then some, and Damien had often teased him about his propensity for having such enormous beds. He lay her down gently, and she smiled up at him. "Going to join me?" she asked. He smiled and nodded, laying down next to her and wrapping his much more massive body around hers. She squirmed around until she reached a comfortable position.
"Winddancer? Did I wake you up?" she asked.
"Not really. I was just working on a little poem." He idly caressed the line of her wingbones, and she shuddered. "Why do you ask, my pretty one?"
"I was wondering how tired you were," she replied. She stroked her tail along his, sending thrills along his spine. He may have been about twice her size, but she was more lithe and able to bend and twist in ways the larger male could never match. "After all, it had been a while. I thought maybe we might talk. And cuddle. And whatever else might follow." She grinned.
He looked down at her, and took her chin in his claw. "Did you have something particular in mind? You don't look up to anything overly.... drastic. If I may say so." He ran a single claw down her neck, tracing the line of her throat down to the scale ridge that marked the meeting of her breastplates. She had a prominent chest ridge, which for many dragons was the mark of a voluptuous, sensual female. She smiles, and stretched forward to lick lightly at the fine scales of his chest. Winddancer sighed and groaned slightly, and Damien chuckled.
"No, love, nothing overly athletic. Just whatever comes to mind." Or comes elsewhere she thought, as she ran her claws lightly across his belly. He groaned louder, and reached over to nibble lightly on her small, delicate horns where they connected to the skull. She moaned softly, rumbling slightly down in her throat. Winddancer smiled, and nuzzled her horns.
Damien sighed contentedly. She was shivering, but no longer from the cold. As Winddancer continued to caress her chest and horns, she pressed her body against him, grinding her hips into his. She felt him responding, as the scales that sheathed his cock withdrew. She could feel him getting harder, and she stroked his belly, moving her claws slowly lower and lower. He was groaning louder now, and his tail was twitching uncontrollably sending coins and gems rolling to either side. She knew how much he hated being teased, and loved to do so because of that.
As Damien slowly reached down and traced a very light circle around the head of his now fully extended cock, Winddancer growled deeply, "Woman, are you trying to kill me??" She giggled, as he tried to push his hips closer to her. She moved back, keeping her touch teasingly light. She was still giggling, giddy from the nights exertion, as he growled at her and glared through narrow lust-filled eyes. Then he reached down and grabbed her by the pussy, inserting two whole digits deep into her. Damien's giggles quickly turned to gasps, and now it was Winddancer's turn to chuckle as he gently flexed his claw in her, then began moving it in and out.
Damien was now writhing, her hips buckling and her legs twitching uncontrollably. She retained enough control to wrap her own clawed hands around the Amethyst's swollen cock, causing him to stiffen and start growling deep in his chest. She stroked him slowly but firmly now, as he pushed her closer and closer towards orgasm.
Winddancer was moving his hand in her more quickly now, feeling her hot wetness. He could smell her sex strongly, and that just made him want her all the more. He pushed his two claws into her deeply; it was a very tight fit because of their differing sizes. He could feel her muscles tighten and loosen as her body shuddered in response to his every twitch. At the same time he himself was having trouble keeping control, as her skilled ministrations kept his cock almost painfully hard.
With two claws in her, he placed his thumb-claw on her clit, rubbing the swollen knob of flesh firmly as he pumped her cunt. She responded by spasming until her body was completely straight next to his, twitching as she let out an enormous roar and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
While Damien was still in the throes of her orgasm, Winddancer stood shakily, having trouble controlling his legs. Then he quickly flipped her still twitching body on her stomach, eliciting another moan from her, and straddled her from behind. He grabbed her hips, raising them up, and she turned her head to smile weakly back at him, gazing at him through glazed eyes. He lifted her hips to his, and slowly pushed his cock into her slick cunthole. A rumbling growl was starting in his chest, and he had a hard time keeping himself from just thrusting all the way into her wonderful, tight pussy. But he kept it slow until he was all the way in. Damien groaned as she felt her pussy being stretched by the large cock; not that she couldn't take it all, but for the moment the pleasure and pain were both exquisite. She arched her back, tilting her pelvis back so that her lover could get all of himself into her, and felt him brush lightly against her cervix. His testicles were hot and swollen against her, and she could feel him trembling each time her body twitched. She moaned, and began sliding back and forth slightly while Winddancer held still, working his cock into her. She was so slick from his earlier efforts that his cock soon slid in and out without any pain, and she felt her body starting to respond again.
Winddancer finally could not hold himself back any longer as the need to plunge into his lover became too strong to be ignored. He held her hips still, and thrust himself hard and deep into her. Damien cried out, her head stretched up to the ceiling. Winddancer thrust deeper and deeper, pulling her hips violently onto his and impaling her with his cock. Damien let out a high pitched growling scream as her body reacted uncontrollably, her wings flapping as she bucked against him in another orgasm. Winddancer felt her cunt tightening around him, grasping his cock and locking him into her. He let out one enormous roar as he felt his testicles tightening, and plunged deeply into her, as if to split her in half on his swollen cock. His roar continued as his seed flowed into her pulsing cunt for what seemed like an eon.
As the both collapsed next to each other, completely spent and still twitching and panting from their pleasure, Damien smiled. "I should come here more often, love," she said weakly. Winddancer smiled back, and nuzzled her head affectionately. They both sighed simultaneously, and he replied, "Pretty one, if you did I would never get any rest." He blinked, and added mumblingly in an effort to be polite rather than passing out, "Did you not say you wanted to converse?"
Damien chuckled, and whispered just before she drifted off into a satisfied slumber. "Absolutely, love. And who better to talk than a great Bard such as yourself? But not tonight; I'm going to sleep." He nodded sleepy agreement, and that is exactly what they did, wrapped around each other in a