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I'm sure Deepest Sword helped turn people on to the beauty of Feral Dragonesses. [F] (Ahatas)

u/W0lf869 — 5 days ago
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One Laid Every Second (Story by Me)

It was finally happening! Hallia was with egg!

She felt her stomach, full of excitement. It hadn't been long since she'd discovered she was with egg, and the time had finally come for it to happen. For much of her life, she had heard stories of other dragons who had laid eggs before her, always anticipating when it'd finally be her turn.

"Do you think it actually hurts as bad as they say?" She asked her mate, Penlof, hopefully.

She knew the horror stories of how painful it was for a dragon to lay an egg. Dragons had had limbs amputated without even flinching, and when those very same dragons had laid eggs, they had burst into the most horrific fit of screaming one could imagine. To lay an egg as a dragon, it was just about the most painful thing any living being could experience ever!

Hallia was a very squeamish dragon. Whenever she saw another dragon getting hurt in a movie, something as small as a small scratch or bruise, she had to look away and feel the worst bit of sympathy for the character that she could, her stomach twisting as she thought of the very real possibility that that could happen to anyone. So, knowing she was about to endure the most horrific agony any creature could face, far worse than even the most graphic torture scene in any movie, naturally, she was excited!

"Do you think I'll burst out into the worst kind of screaming imaginable? Do you think it'll be so bad, I couldn't even bear to watch? Oh, to know I can't escape, know matter how much I want to, I can't wait!"

Penlof looked at her strangely, he knew her obsession with laying eggs, she'd read all the scrolls, watched all the films (which she never could finish), but he still didn't understand how his squeamish love of his life could be so excited for this.

"Out of all the egg layings I've watched, I can't believe this will be the one I finally finish," Hallia marveled.

"Are you sure you can take it," Penlof asked, cautiously.

"No. Of course I can't. But it wouldn't be so fun if I could, would it?"

Penlof couldn't argue there.

She handed him the camera, "Just make sure to keep recording, I want to send this to the station when I'm done."

Penlof took it, a little bit concerned, but also trusting his mate's judgment. She knew as much as any other dragon how fun it was to turn on the TV and watch another dragon suffer horrifically due to eggs. Of course she'd be glad to return the favor.

Penlof hit record, and Hallia positioned herself where she was in full view of the camera, so everyone could see her vibrant magenta scales on her beautiful, graceful body. To think that this beautiful dragon would soon be gripped in the absolute agony of laying an egg. She could only hope she was giving a good presentation of herself. But she was a dragoness, of course she was attractive either way.

"Hello everyone. So, as you can tell, I'm about to lay an egg. I mean of course you know, why else would you have tuned into the station that plays labor films 24 hours non-stop everyday. Anyway, I'm expecting it to be quite painful, though this is my first time, so I'm not really sure what to expect... But anyway, I hope you enjoy and all that-" Suddenly, there was a twitch in her stomach, and she gave a small gasp, "Gosh, I hope I'm ready for this. But if not, I guess more the enjoyment." She looked at Penlof. "You got all that?"

He nodded.

"Good, because I think I can start to feel..." She made a face. "Oh, this is really going to hurt, won't it?" The realization hit her, just before the first contraction did.

Her eyes went wide, her breath caught, and for a second, she forgot to breathe.

And then her mind caught up with the pain, and instantly, she burst out screaming.

She screamed and screamed again, but the contractions kept coming as she began to throw herself around, so that Penlof had to move to keep her in frame.

"Oh! It does hurt! It does hurt!" she screamed.

She gritted her teeth, and tried to pull away! If this were a film, she'd be unable to watch, wouldn't be able to look. But the pain wasn't on a screen which she could flip away from, it was inside her!

"Pain!" she shrieked, "Pain!"

She tried to pull herself away again and again, throwing herself on the floor and rolling around. She didn't know how it felt to get amputated, but it had to be nice next to this, it felt like her entire intestinal system was being ripped out in the most gruesome way possible.

She ripped her head up into the air and screamed.

Of course, to anyone watching, it wouldn't be anywhere near as graphic, all they'd see was a dragon throwing herself around and screaming, they could only guess at the true agony going on inside her at that very moment. Still, it was hard to watch, and Penlof had a hard time keeping the camera steady.

He flinched. If he couldn't watch, he could only imagine how Hallia would've reacted if she was on the other side of things. If she couldn't have watched, she certainly wouldn't have wanted to be the one feeling it now. But it was too late for that now, she was in for it whether she could handle it or not.

Okay, okay, Hallia thought, resting her head against the wall where she stood, the world wants to see you keep it together.

No they don't! She realized to herself. They wanted to see her completely lose it. She'd want to see her completely lose it.

She also realized the contractions must've slowed somewhat if she was able to think this clearly at the moment. She'd have to use the time she got carefully.

She turned her head to look back at the camera behind her, "Remember fellow ladies watching, this can only ever happen to you guys," she gave her tail a little playful flick, allowing the camera to get a good view (she may be in so much pain, but she knew that wasn't going to stop her from showing off a nice and graceful behind for it), "And you guys, be glad that it can't, but I hope you are enjoying anyway."

If there was one thing she liked about being female, it was that she got to be subjected to a good tease whenever one of her kind got to lay an egg. Males didn't get to be teased like that, they only could witness the females facing that embarrassment from the sidelines. Hopefully she had gotten the chance to pass on that playfulness before the contractions overtook her again.

She grimaced. That was going to happen right about now.

In moments, she was screaming again.

"Please! Please make it stop!!!!!!" She wailed.

Penlof flinched. That didn't sound like her. She was always so excited at the thought of laying, she would never have wanted to chicken out like that. Even when she had to look away from the TV, she still held a level of excitement at knowing what was going on, even when she wasn't viewing it herself. She WANTED the experience to continue.

Then again, she always wanted her fellow dragoness' to be begging for it to stop, so it was an irony that now she got to experience the other side of it, and he knew that if she was watching it, she'd want the pain to refuse to cease no matter how much she begged.

And beg she did. Penlof winced. He had no idea what she was experiencing at the moment, but it must have been horrific.

"Please! Please!" She wailed again. And then she burst into the most horrific bloodcurdling scream.

Oh, the egg, it was almost here! He had to get into a good position (he wasn't too worried if the angle was distasteful to some, the station always aired the "more tasteful" cuts on their second channel). He knew that Hallia would want him to make some sly remark, so he tried to think of something that would make her proud.

"Well ladies, I know it is embarrassing, but if you want to know where eggs come from, here is your answer. For the men in your life... well, I'm sure they already know anyway."

Oof, he hoped that didn't sound offensive. He wanted the ladies watching to be able to get a kick out of themselves over it, not be ashamed. Hopefully the types of dragons that tuned into these stations knew what they were in for.

But before he could come up with another remark, Hallia came to an absolute stop, all screams stalled in her throat.

"It's stuck." She managed. Then "IT'S STUCK! IT'S STUCK!" She howled with pure helplessness. Penlof winced, she was already stretched beyond what any dragoness could go through, her very being couldn't take another moment in her body, the egg was taking up too much room to share with her. Yet there was no way she'd be able to escape it until the egg was laid.

"Okay, here's what I think you're going to have to do," Penlof told her, "You're going to have to allow yourself to be stretched some more." He winced. She already must be in a horrific amount of pain getting to where the egg was at now, what she must have to bear to finish must be unimaginable, even to her at the moment. Hopefully he never had to experience anything near the amount of pain she was in now.

He winced again at the coldness of that thought, but he knew that under better circumstances, Hallia would've found that funny.

Hallia jerked and squirmed and writhed, screaming and wailing the whole time as her dragoness form struggled desperately to get done with that egg - to make any progress at all.

Then, almost as if the egg took on a force of it's own, it gave force to what Hallia couldn't manage herself. Hallia gave one more horrific scream as pain worse than what she ever could've imagined, even in those desperate moments before, ripped through her body, and suddenly, the egg fell to the floor underneath her.

For a moment, Hallia stood there, too stunned to do anything; Penlof held the camera steady, knowing that now without the egg, it was a nice view...

And then she slumped forward, holding her back end up in the air, shakily behind her.

Then she grasped at her lower stomach, curling up on the floor in a fetal position.

"Ouch..." she moaned.

Penlof gave her a moment of silence, then-

"And here is your egg," he said, holding it in front of the camera as her presented it to her.

She looked from the egg, to her mate, to the camera.

"They saw all of that, didn't they?"

"Only if you submit it," he said.

She grasped at her stomach again, then burst out laughing.

"Did you see that happen to me? It hurt so much! Oh, I would not want to go through that again. But you bet your bottom I'm going to." She looked at the camera, "All you guys watching, be glad you don't have a v-" *BLEEP* "And all you ladies, have fun with it, because you're the only ones who are going to get to go through that. Is it as bad as they say? Absolutely, but that's the fun of it." She held her egg closely. "Either way, male or female, I hoped you enjoyed watching this, and if you are female, I hope you get to experience your own turn soon."

The TV clicked off.

"You can look now," Penlof told his mate.

Hallia couldn't suppress a giggle as she continued to hold her eyes tight, trying to convince herself it was safe to let go. "I can't believe I wasn't able to watch my laying," she giggled in embarrassment to herself. "And I actually lived through it."

"Well, it was extremely painful," he reminded her.

"Don't remind me," she said. Then a playful look came over her face, "Actually, do remind me."

"I got the whole thing recorded," he teased, wielding the remote, "I can just hit rewind. I'll even let you have a turn with the pillow this time."

"No please, don't!" she laughed, holding her egg closer for comfort.

He did anyway, and Hallia burst out into another round of giggles as she was forced to close her eyes once again as the sounds of her past screams rang from the TV.

When it was done, the two mates looked at eachother lovingly, then glanced down at the egg.

"When this little thing hatches, let's hide the tape and make sure they never find it again," Penlof suggested.

"Oh, obviously," Hallia agreed. "But don't hide it too hard, I might want to watch it again."

"Again!?" Penlof asked, jaw agape, "You didn't even watch it the first time!"

And then the two of them were laughing together again.

"I want to listen," she protested, "I have a very good screaming voice. It makes me want to squirm all over again just imagining it."

"And when we're old, we'll sneak it into the time capsule, so our descendants 1000 years from now can find it and see how one of their ancestors was born." Penlof added.

"Well, I hope they get a lot out of it, because I know I did. Oh, I am really going to love this tape."

And that she did. For years to come, whenever she needed a good tease, they'd put the thing in, and the two would share a good laugh together.

And she never failed to look away and close her eyes.

What could she say? She was squeamish!

...Almost as good as the tape for her second laying. Up 'til that point, she didn't even know true pain.

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u/rgii55447 — 3 days ago
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Razzan and Lilliar + Sample Chapter From Scales of Fate Novels [M/F] (By Fingerprints)

Source Artwork: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57511973/

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🐉 nine dragon kingdoms, one impossible competition
🔥 a prince who was never supposed to fall in love
💚 a servant drake who is very much not what she seems
🌊 a slow burn that does not stay slow

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Scales of Fate: The Chosen Prince — the excerpt below is your warning and your invitation.

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They began as they always did, with Razzan comfortably lying on his back, his belly and legs exposed. The rounded tip of his pink flesh had grown marginally and peeked out, yet neither of them acknowledged it still.

No massaging oil today, Lilliar started meticulously cleaning, using different cloths and scrubbers to remove the dirt and sand from days of training. As she reached his belly, her movements became more cautious and deliberate. Razzan could feel his heartbeat quicken as her progress approached his groin. Pink flesh stood proudly now, the underside ridges and thick bulb at the base fully exposed. Lilliar navigated around it with care, occasionally accidentally brushing against it, causing him to twitch or flex involuntarily. Apologies had long ceased, and his instinct to flee had diminished significantly.

A sudden clearing of his throat caused Lilliar to jump. She tried to focus but something lurked in those emerald orbs. “You know...” Razzan murmured.

She chuckled, recovering from the surprise. Her progress slowed as she peered at him. “Nothing good ever comes from a 'you know’, Raz, especially when I'm cleaning this particular area.”

A sheepish expression appeared on his face. She wasn't wrong. “My father mentioned something this morning, and it got me thinking.”

“And you've chosen this exact moment to bring it up? With my talons right next to your, uh, you know,” she teased, her tone laced with playful sarcasm. “I wonder what the King was discussing then, mm?”

“I suppose I should have mentioned it earlier,” he admitted.

“Just spit it out, Raz,” she urged.

He glanced at her again, feeling emboldened by the friendly banter. “He indicated that ... that it might not be frowned upon to... you know.”

“I really don't know.” she responded with a patient glance and an amused arch of her brow. “This is longer than most of your word journeys.”

He snorted but continued, trying to speak with a confidence he didn't have. “Be pleasured ... by others. As long as it's not specifically coupling. And uh, even then, he mentioned if we weren't both dragons, then coupling might not be against the rules.”

She stared at him for a while before her head tilted. “Do you think he's telling the truth? Or is this a trick?”

“Maybe, but maybe not,” he murmured hopefully.

Razzan's breath quickened as Lilliar's claw boldly caressed the ridges of his erect shaft, tracing the firm, scaled protrusions along its length. He squirmed as a gasp escaped him. Her voice grew softer as she continued thoughtfully. “The princesses often try to force Uzzin to slip up,” she remarked idly, glancing down at where she touched him. “This feels like a trap, Raz.”

He could only manage a shaky response, “I don't know.” The truth was, he found it harder to care about any potential risks or tricks.

“It seems like you don't care anymore either,” she noted astutely. Her claw shifted from a gentle caress to firmly wrapping around the bulbous base, lifting it from its resting place against his belly. She moved closer to intently examine the hard flesh, causing her hot breath to puff enticingly against him.

His heart thundered, memories of his previous panicked retreat flooding his mind. A rush of carnal desire washed over him, enveloping his thoughts with a haze of need. He could feel his resistance waning.

He leaned into her, his inflection barely above a whisper, “Lilliar, I want—’

She shushed him gently as her digits drifted along his firmness. A single digit caressed over the rounded tip, causing his leg to kick out. “If we do this, we won't be able to stop ourselves anymore; you know this is right? This is a door that will be impossible to close.”

“Good,” he murmured.

That buzzing in his stomach immediately dissipated as Lilliar abruptly pulled away, and she thumped him on the nose with more force than he expected. Shock brought him back to reality, and he let out a growl which quickly faded. “What?!” he barked out in confusion.

“Listen to me,” she said firmly, her expression serious. “You aren’t listening.”

He dipped his muzzle and wings, feeling foolish but still desperate for her contact. “Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. I just ... I thought we could, I don't know, be closer.”

“I know you did, but I also know you're not thinking clearly.”

Razzan glanced away, feeling a deep sense of embarrassment. “Sorry,” he muttered again.

Lilliar clicked her tongue and reached up to cup his jaw, directing his attention back to her. The presence of his dragonhood and the cleaning tools faded into the background. “Hey, I really like you,” she confessed. “I enjoy the moments we share, no matter how small.” Her emerald stare shone brightly. “But I'm,” she hesitated as she gestured awkwardly with her free hand before continuing. “If you want me to... pleasure you, I can. In fact, I'm happy to help. Your cock has been staring at me for days now just begging for it. But we'll need some ground rules.”

“Rules? My whole life is rules; let's skip the rules.”

“But what if we cross a line? What if we end up coupling?”

“I don't see a problem with that,” he raised his brow with a suggestively broad and mischievous smile, earning himself another thump on the nose. “Hey!”

“Then what? Disqualification? Back to the Burrows? Queen's Wrath? All of that?”

“We can't be certain. So, it's probably not wise to ask.”

Frustration and suspicion mingled in her gaze. “Raz, this feels like a trick; in fact, I'm certain of it. Your father appears out of nowhere and immediately discusses coupling with other species.” she gestured between the two of them. “How can you not see through this? You're the clever one, aren't you?”

He paused to collect himself as his focus was fixated on her. His mouth repeatedly opened and closed as he struggled to find the right words. The desire to abandon everything and indulge in his attraction overpowered him. She was irresistible, pushing aside any thought of the Celestials and their blasted ceremonies. However, he couldn't ignore the looming consequences of disqualification. It wouldn't be as simple as returning to the Burrows; the Queen would likely tear his throat out—or squish him like a bug. A shiver ran down his spine.

“Are you stuck?” She patiently watched him go through his mental musings.

“I'm just searching for a scenario where you're wrong and we can do whatever we want,” he confessed.

“Find one?” she inquired as she leaned against him. He shook his head. She traced gentle patterns over the smaller scales of his face as she leaned closer, her nose inching toward his. He continued his slow caress along the back of her neck. “Perhaps we can return to how we were before. Innocent touches, playful flirting, but without going too far. It’s the smart thing to do,” she suggested.

“But I don't want to be smart,” he whispered as his lips drew nearer to hers. An irresistible pull guided his movements as if his body had a will of its own. They paused, their snouts barely brushing. Her captivating emerald orbs held him spellbound as they locked gazes. Razzan tilted his head, parting his jaws slightly, and she mirrored his actions. Their mouths met and their sharp teeth awkwardly bumped together until they found a comfortable angle. Tentatively, he extended his forked tongue and found her reciprocating the gesture. Two tongues intertwined, coiling, and caressing each other, as their hold grew tighter. A warm sensation coursed through him amplified by their intimate connection. They remained locked in their embrace. The moment was both eternal and far too fleeting. He closed his eyes, fully immersing himself in the experience, feeling an exhilarating closeness to her in every sense of the word.

She broke the intimate gesture first, clearing her throat as he opened his eyes. He could sense her soft panting and rapid pulse against his chest. “This is dangerous,” she warned. “I'm serious, Raz.”

His mind grappled with conflicting thoughts, but a small flicker of reason prevailed. “Lill, we keep stumbling into these situations. It's not mere coincidence anymore.” His grip remained gentle, cradling the back of her head, offering comfort rather than guidance. His other hand moved to stroke reassuringly over her red-scaled arm. “We can't fight it forever,” he stated, his tone laced with uncertainty.

She shook her head without hesitation. “No,” she admitted, letting out a sigh before resting a soft scaled cheek against him, looking up at him. “And I don't,” she paused, carefully considering her next words, “I don't want to stop.”

“Me neither.”

Her snout wrinkled in mock surprise. “Well, I'm shocked!” Her remark elicited a small laugh from him, and they shared a moment of smiles in silence, their muzzles drawn together once more as if magnetized. She moved to caress the strong muscles of his neck and shoulder. “Okay, so ...” she began after a pause. “We need to make sure we're safe and have plenty of time if we're going to try anything intimate.” Razzan broke into an unreasonably large grin, prompting a chuff of amusement from her. “And ...” She held his gaze firmly. “It's not about satisfying that beast down there; you need to meet me halfway, Prince.”

He tilted his head inquisitively as their snouts brushed once more, a mixture of affection and curiosity written on his snout. “I'm willing to do whatever you want me to, Lill,” he whispered, his nose brushing against hers, leading them into another tender kiss. Their bodies molded together once more, his wings enveloping her as best they could in the water. Tails entwined tightly, drawing them together in a deep embrace. Warm breaths mingled, and he savored the subtle, sweet taste of her lips. As they rolled and coiled in the water, a realization struck them both: their bodies had aligned to the point where their chests pressed against each other, and more significantly, their bellies were intimately pressed together.

Lilliar snapped out of their passionate trance first. She grabbed one of his dark, coiled horns and yanked it sharply, causing Razzan to snap back to reality as the intense warmth of her groin and the alluring, silky opening pressed against the underside of his shaft. “Raz!” she cried out, with urgency. He blinked rapidly and quickly pushed himself away from her, creating small rippling waves that lapped against the edge of the pool. They were both panting heavily.

“I-but, how?” he stammered, gasping for breath as his heart pounded.

“Do you see now!” She gestured frantically between them with flailing claws, desperately shifting her position so she wasn't lying on her

back with her exposed sheath invitingly on display. He yearned for a better view, one that wasn't distorted by the water, but he was still reeling from what had nearly happened. “Stars and Sky, Raz, we ...” Her body sagged as she watched him, her voice filled with a mix of disappointment, concern, and something else. “We can't do that!”

His body pulsed with need. An ache grew within him. He longed to feel her, craving a release that seemed just out of reach. They still needed to be cleaned, polished, and dressed for dinner, and time had slipped away. “Lill, I can't go to dinner like this,” he huffed, his movements becoming increasingly restless.

She cast him a brief dark look, which quickly softened. “You owe me, Prince,” she stated firmly as she glided over to him. Her shoulder nudged against him, forcing him backward until he lay on his back against the edge of the pool. The movement caused his dragonhood to spring into view once again. “And I swear, you better not touch me,” she growled, her tone a mixture of warning and frustration.

Without any further delay, Lilliar sprang into action. She must have felt the same mounting pressure, the fear of Tanay walking in on them at the height of arousal, their tasks left unfinished. How would that appear? Was Uzzin experiencing something similar with the princess? As these ideas swirled in his mind, Lilliar pressed a claw against his chest, while another boldly wrapped around his erect shaft.

He instinctively bucked against her, as a mixture of pleasure and surprise flooded him. “Lill!” he exclaimed, his tone several octaves higher than normal.

She grunted in response and swiftly shifted her talon from his chest to clamp around his mouth. “No growling or roaring, Raz. Let me help you,” she said firmly, her tone commanding yet filled with sympathy.

He mumbled something incoherent through his clamped jaw and nodded, a mixture of pleading and gratitude evident on his features. As her grip moved up and down the length of his shaft, he responded with immediate delight. His eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him. Lilliar kept her gaze fixed on him, her focus on his reactions rather than her own actions. Razzan couldn't fully comprehend or process what she was doing, his attention consumed entirely by the rhythmic movements of her talon.

She started with a slow and steady pace, gliding her grip along the firm flesh, tracing a path from the bulbous base to the rounded tip and back down again. The sensation was awkward underwater, but Razzan craved any physical contact. Water added a subtle slickness to the act, allowing her digits to glide smoothly over his skin. As she found a comfortable motion, her actions became more confident and purposeful, causing his hips to roll instinctively into her touch.

Despite the rushed and panicked atmosphere, Razzan found sensual gratification in the increasing speed of her movements. The way she stroked her talon tantalized his heated flesh, squeezing gently at the base and adding a bit of pressure and a twist near the tip. However, deep down, he yearned for more. He wanted her completely. As her actions gained momentum, he responded with desperately bucking hips. His legs kicked, his tail whipped, and wings fluttered in response. The aching pressure in his stomach was gradually replaced by a tingling sensation. Moans and whimpers escaped him as he struggled to contain his rising passion. No matter how hard he tried to pull his muzzle from her grip, she skillfully shifted to keep his mouth shut, adding a commanding intensity to the experience. Smoke curled from his nostrils, reflecting his desperate and eager state as he thrashed in ecstasy.

As Razzan's fervor reached its peak, the tightness in his loins became unbearable. Her purposeful stroking intensified the pressure, driving him to the edge. With a sudden jerk, his tension released, and he attempted a roar, but it came out as a strange, warbling noise through his sealed mouth. His entire form tensed and twitched as his dragonhood pulsed in her grip. Powerful jets of pearly seed erupted from the tip, mingling with the water in a flurry of release. Each rope of essence expelled caused his body to flex violently, while her grip continued to provide a steady pressure at the swollen bulb. Thick fluids clumped together and floated away as he emptied himself into the bath.

After the intensity of his release, he found himself collapsed against the edge of the pool, panting but feeling fulfilled. Lilliar carefully released his muzzle and his dragonhood simultaneously, her emerald eyes fixed on him with a mix of desire and tenderness. His head lolled to the side, and a satisfied, sheepish smile tugged at his lips. However, a jabbing claw against his snout brought him back to reality.

“You owe me, Raz,” she repeated, sounding exasperated. “Don't you forget it. Now, onto your back, we don't have long.”

u/shaidan_sof — 14 days ago