Thread: An Empty Nest (N7Biotic & Spirit)

The breath weapon of a silver dragon was a distinctive, brilliantly deep red flame. Normally, they had much more control over their volatile flames though Sylsarsanos under such strong emotion and with so little training, he couldn't help but release his flame. It sparkled in the dim, polluted light intermingling with Cassantiolth's flame. The embers appeared to interlock forming bizarre shapes in the air perhaps warring with one another or some other reaction- a process which those dragons of old must have known more about than at least Sylsarsanos. Nevertheless, the light of their breathes was enough to illuminate the ground beneath them, the luminescent glow of their flames dancing both in the air as well as on the surface of the lake. Shadows which looked like human figures could be spotted just on the look, waving around with the flames like dancers celebrating the union between the two rival species, though were really just the trees. Just as the fires illuminated the ground below, it allowed the two mating dragons to see one another. More particularly, it allowed Sylsarsanos to see his seed overflowing out of the black dragon's pussy which excited him to no end. The sight of it made the rutting male's mouth water as he could still taste it on his long, serpentine tongue. It looked so tempting, the dragon almost wanted to taste it again, this time with his dragon tongue. He wondered if it was any different from her elf form. Her pussy was incredibly tight in her dragon form, Sylsarsanos could only imagine how much moreso it would be to mate with her in her elvish form. Cassantiolth's eagerness was definitely not unwelcome. A male silver dragon didn't know if he was going to survive to the next mating season, and thus instinctively, Sylsarsanos had no problem with giving Cassantiolth plenty of his fertile swimmers. As a young male, his own instincts were on overdrive along with the rest of his biology, producing yet more seed for his already pent-up body to release into what it had certainly deemed as a worthy mate if the amount of seed he had spilled for her was any indicator. As he continued to rut in and out of her, he could feel his knot slowly coaxing its way into Cassantiolth's slit. After his first cock had finished, it was a little easier squeezing the second one in, though not by much, especially with Sylsarsanos's huge knot in the way. Then, when Cassantiolth bucked her hips into it, the knot slipped inside of her, the broadest part needing a bit of encouragement from the both of them before the entire thing was engulfed by Cassantiolth's pussy. Even without movement, Sylsarsanos felt Cassantiolth's insides wringing his member of all that they had stored, and they certainly had a lot stored. Another voluminous load was blasted into Cassantiolth's already overflowing womb. With his other member, he fired off another load over Cassantiolth's body, coating it in the male's hot, viscous, virile semen. The musky, sticky substance hung onto Cassantiolth, effectively marking her even if silver dragons did no such thing. It wasn't in them to mark their partners, as that second cum shot most definitely would have been for another female. If Cassantiolth hadn't gotten pregnant already from his first load, then there was a very high chance that she was with his second. Even then, Sylsarsanos was nowhere near finished with her. Assuming all went well, after their copulation, Sylsarsanos expected that this wouldn't be their last meeting. Indeed, he had anticipated this as not being their last mating either. Of course, the next time they did, Sylsarsanos reasoned that the two needed to be much more discreet. Otherwise, they risked being caught by mortals, especially in this big city. As Sylsarsanos attempted to pull away again, there was no telling who would find their mess. Of course, those weren't things the male had been worried about. After all, he had so much more spunk to fill his mate with. He wasn't certain if he had the patience to wait for it either, though that was for a later Sylsarsanos to worry about. He didn't need to care for a clean up crew or future self. All that was present in the moment was him and his mate, and he must have had at least three more rounds. At their rate, it was very possibly to mate until morning... meaning that they had to be mindful of sunrise.