Now & forever [Ultra-HR] (Patreon)
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[story]Alaric and Ezrael had been in close proximity for weeks, she'd been allowing him to work on the Behemoth alongside her, and in their off-time they'd played games together, intense simulations meant to hone survival abilities, but games nonetheless. Alaric paid close attention to the grey and black female he'd been hanging around, and had figured her out quickly, easily making her laugh or smile--something Ezrael did not do often.
When the time came that they stood chest to chest, fully clothed and she stood on her claws to steal a kiss from his muzzle, he knew he'd won her over. From there, they'd curled into each others arms and fallen into bed together, snuggling and enjoying the physical touch that both drakes had missed for what felt like forever.
Alaric nervously rolled her over onto her back and kissed her, his mane tickling her brows, and she kissed him back, softly, affectionately, yet everything he'd heard and seen of the drake in his arms had been that of a cruel, heartless beast, scarred and mangled and forced to bond to a monster of her past; the present version of her not what he'd been described. She was cool to the touch, and pressed herself into his warmth, touching his shoulders and back, feeling the muscles under the fur as they flexed and tightened; Alaric adjusting on his elbows above her.
Time slid by as the two touched and kissed one another, Ezrael allowing him to take the dominant approach, but actions being nearly equal between them. For once, there was no competition for authority, only genuine connection and embraces. "You're so soft," he whispered into one of her ears, and she mumbled something back about his own warmth; Ezrael could feel his heat building across his body, as well as feel his need growing between them. Alaric chose to ignore it, continuing to caress her, touching his hand along her forearm and Ezrael reciprocating these touches, a symbol of drake affection. He wanted her, and knew she wanted him, but he was determined to make the night last, kissing her hollows and nuzzling her jaw and neck.
It was the first time she'd willingly been so romantic with a male, Ezrael had a habit of taking what she wanted with little to no affection involved, only doing so to sate her own lusts. This time, she felt a warmth in her chest, and a flutter in her stomach when he caressed her, and her body betrayed her, becoming excited easily from his touches, and with such an intensity she felt embarrassment at her own lack of control. Alaric practically had her mewling, moaning from his touches, and he delighted in her body's shudders and shivers from his touch. He felt an incredible swell of happiness inside him, a sense of accomplishment, that he'd succeeded in making her feel an attachment to him, a bond. And when Alaric could manage no longer, he pressed himself tight against her, kissing her neck and whispering his desire for her into her ear. When Ezrael shivered in response, and spoke the words "take me," his excitement became too much to bear and he passionately kissed her, grinding his hips against her own and rubbing his length between her thighs. He couldn't think any longer, all he smelled was her, all he wanted was her, and she'd asked for it. She wanted him, and the male drake wouldn't hesitate, he'd claim his female, marking her as his with his scent and his bites...[to be continued...]