Thread: An Empty Nest (N7Biotic & Spirit)

Despite being mad with lust, Sylsarsanos managed to keep himself from getting too loud. In the midst of his rut though, he let out a low, guttural roar which sounded almost like a predator about to sic its prey. Fortunately for them, they were so high up that even the echoes which carried through the open air of the mountain, which there certainly were as birds were flying away from the two mating, couldn't reach the city below. It didn't account for humans hiking, but who could be hiking at this hour? The scent of his mate drove him over the edge as two conflicting sides, maybe more came to head with lust winning out. His hand drew close to Casantiolth's neck, clasping it in his two claws. His fingers coiled around the dragoness's neck, tightening just enough not to completely choke her before he shifted his weight back, drawing the both of them back into the lake just before his wings began to push off. Silver dragons mated in the air, and Sylsarsanos, even with only his instinct and his ancestors guiding him, was no exception. His wings gave a powerful beat backward, sending ripples through the lake air, the top pair pushing up against the ground. Sylsarsanos pulled Casantiolth's body closer to his own as he lifted the both of them off the ground. He was surprisingly strong, able to pick up Casantiolth's feet even if her claws dug into the ground. He embraced her using his bottom wings, bracing her, keeping her from falling. Female silver dragons were often a bit larger than their male counterparts. Likewise, because of silver dragon mating habits, males were known to be particularly strong using their knotted cocks and hind wings to keep their mates from escaping. Of course, due to this same difference in size as well as the mating practices of silver dragons, most male silver dragons died in the process of mating, leaving the females to watch the bunch alone. However, with a smaller black dragon, perhaps things would be different. That is, not that Sylsarsanos was paying any mind to it. He was more focused on the feeling of Casantiolth wrapped around his cock and the exhilarating feeling of flight for the first time in decades. The feeling of freedom, however, didn't override the feeling of lust. Rather, it was driven by it. His feral instincts took both him and Casantiolth up into the air, into and eventually above the clouds. As he flapped his wings, the feeling of turbulence translated into Sylsarsanos's wild aerial thrusts. Soon enough, with Casantiolth pushing back and Sylsarsanos pushing forward, he had managed to squeeze the bulbous knot through Casantiolth's slit, painfully spreading her lips as it made way for itself. Both his cocks pulsed, his bottom member visibly spasming even as it was dangling free above the air. Hopefully, there was no one beneath them and all the resulting fluid fell into or at least near the lake. With his cock knotted onto Casanthiolth, his shaft engorged all the way to the hilt, there was little Sylsarsanos could do by way of movement. Even then, he was thrusting or at least attempting to, shaking his hips side to side, rocking Casantiolth while they were in the air.