Friendship in the Far South

Harkwin unfurled his wings and wrapped them down around Nacen, just to pull her closer against him. His phallus was throbbing with each heartbeat, and the wonderful sensation of Nacen's slit surrounded his sensitive length all around. After a moment of stillness to enjoy that all-encompassing warmth, Harkwin slowly drew his hips back to feel the pleasure of motion again.

It all felt so instinctively good. Some of the thinner, upper ridges at the base of his erection rubbed lightly against Nacen's slit as they slipped out one by one, and Harkwin had to override an instinct that told him to instantly ram himself deep again. Instead he pulled out further until it was only the tip of his erection still penetrated—the further he went out, the further he could thrust back in, and he did exactly that. Once again there was that delightful spreading sensation, mixed in with the ultimate combination of warmth and wetness and pressure. Harkwin's phallus throbbed, releasing a few dribbles of pre-ejaculate which added to the mix of bodily fluid already wetting the two dragon's genitals.

Harkwin slid in until he was almost fully penetrated again, with his ridges brushing against Nacen's slit, then he took a deep breath. He could easily smell Nacen's scent in the air—that natural, inoffensive and faintly enticing smell which was unique to her scales and skin. It half reminded him of the scent of a female in heat, but not really, even if imagining that Nacen was fertile got him more aroused. Playfully he opened his mouth and closed his jaws around her neck, nibbling on her in a loose mating bite. "Mnngnaww... Ngawww..." But then he stopped. "Actually I probably shouldn't do that."

Nacen's crest fin twitched, and she glanced back at him. "Hmm, why not?"

"Because I wouldn't want to accidentally bite too hard and damage your scales, since we're trapped in this snow shelter with no access to proper medicine. It might get infected," Harkwin explained.

This made Nacen break out into genuine, unrestrained laughter. "Pfffttt hahahahaha!" She slapped a paw repeatedly against the sleeping bag. "Trapped in this... Haha...! Shouldn't... mating bite because... Ahahahah!"

Harkwin was still inside her, and he could even feel Nacen's genital slit tensing up and squeezing on his erect length in time with each laugh. He laughed along too, sharing her mirth and still holding her close. "Haha. But it's true, isn't it?"

Nacen snorted, and a wide grin crossed her snout. "Hehehaha... Yes it's true! We only have a small medical kit here, though I don't think any infection is likely from that minor sort of wound. Seriously, we could just freeze to death in the next few hours! A mating bite is nothing compared to that. You could just bite me if you want. It's hot if you bite me... though it's also hot that you care enough to be so concerned for my health."

"Hmm... Maybe I'll just do this instead." Rather than biting Nacen's neck, Harkwin licked at her crest fin, perked up from the back of her neck.

"Ooh, that is equally acceptable. Now keep going." Wiggling her hindquarters, Nacen pushed back against Harkwin's hips to entice him into thrusting again. With her shoulders and upper body resting against the sleeping bag, Nacen reached a forepaw down to touch herself, without getting in the way of Harkwin's continued effort.

"Slow or fast?" Harkwin asked her.

"Uh... Slow until I beg you to go faster. Or until you can't possibly stand to go slow anymore," Nacen decided.

And so Harkwin did it slow—not as slow as before, but at a steady, gradual pace he started thrusting his hips. Nacen moved her tail and entwined it with his, and she rocked herself to enhance each motion. It wasn't fast and frantic (yet), but coupling at a slower rate felt pleasurable in a different way. Each careful stroke seemed to last so long, providing a drawn-out dose of rewardingly tingly sexual pleasure that was repeatedly over and over—in, then out, then in-out again, and over again. Their two bodies moved against each other, getting into a steady rhythm.

It started off feeling good, and it only seemed to get better. Harkwin could feel his hearts pumping hard in his chest, and his whole body felt tense and excited. Every time he humped into Nacen, a jolt of pleasure flooded through his body, originating in his sensitive phallus but then building up in a tight pressure deep inside his groin. His breathing got heavier, then it became gasping, desperate pants of pleasure and exertion.

Though he wasn't even really thinking about it, Harkwin hadn't ever been so tired in his life. Flying from morning all the way to night while near continuously using his air affinity would have been draining enough, but then he'd spent several hours using frostbreath to build this snow shelter with Nacen. All the while they'd been exposed to the arriving force of the storm, and the windy cold had stolen even more of his strength. Now their work was done and the snow hut was warm and humid, yet Harkwin had still been worn out. He needed time and rest to recover his strength, and there was an ache running through his whole body.

Yet somehow his mind overrode all that fatigue. Despite his exhaustion, the young male dragon found some hidden reserve of energy to keep going, thrusting into Nacen repeatedly. Lust and desire for her had washed over all of Harkwin's conscious thoughts, erasing concerns for the future and overriding his body's needs except for that one most basic requirement—to mate. He needed to mate with Nacen, to pleasure her, to bond and to love and even reproduce; and no amount of tiredness was going to stop him from accomplishing that goal.

Harkwin hugged Nacen close, feeling her wings pressed against his chest. He licked at her neck again, and she let out a pleased moan. Though it had started slow, Harkwin couldn't hold that pace—it felt too good, and he needed even more. Gradually he began to accelerate, thrusting faster to get more stimulation. Instead of going all the way in and out, Harkwin stayed deep and shortened his strokes so he could speed up—less amplitude, but more speed which meant more motion, providing even more of that wonderful wet friction.

The ridges at the base of his erection repeatedly rubbed against Nacen's genital slit—especially those thinner, less noticeable upper ridges which slid in with much greater ease than the lower ridges. Nacen tilted her hips so that each of Harkwin's thrusts would be pressing even harder against one specific spot. "Harkwin...! Yes, oh yes, oh yes. Keep going just like that. Right there. Ahhh..."

Hearing Nacen moan in pleasure was an auditory aphrodisiac which sent Harkwin's arousal skyrocketing, as if it hadn't been high enough already. The tension inside his groin was building up, and every stroke seemed to feel even better than the last. Wet squelching sounds accompanied each gliding motion, along with the sounds of scales slapping against scales as their underbellies met.

The intense pleasure seized control of his mind, and Harkwin surrendered to it. In that moment, passion and lust rendered everything else less important by comparison. Any degree of self-consciousness, or fear about the storm, or worry for the future—it was all unimportant in that singular instant. All he wanted to do was to keep mating with Nacen, chasing that growing pleasure until he could take no more.

Though he wasn't sure if he was just imagining it, it felt like Nacen's slit had gotten slightly tighter than before—as if her walls were moulding to his erect length, squeezing and massaging to send him ever closer to that final orgasmic peak. The taste of her slit was still fresh on his muzzle, and her scent filled his nostrils, working him up even further.

At some point in their coupling, Harkwin had gotten so lost in the mating that he'd closed his eyes and rested his head against Nacen's neck. Suddenly he heard her take a sharp draw of breath, and she shifted her weight backwards to slam her hips against his. "Huh! Ahhh ha... That's... ooh!" she moaned. Their tails were still loosely entwined, but then Nacen's tail coiled tight and pulled him deep, making it difficult for Harkwin to pull out very far. He blinked his eyes open, just in time to see Nacen's reach her own climax.

The young female shuddered, and her wings flailed about and slapped against the sleeping bags. Nacen's jaw was open in a silent gasp, but her eyes and snout were all scrunched up in an expression of overwhelming bliss. No doubt about it now—Harkwin could distinctly feel her slit clenching up, repeatedly massaging his length with a specific muscle pattern that seemed specifically intended to draw him deeper and coax him into his own release.

It felt so right to hold Nacen close and to keep mating with her, feeling her writhe about in pleasure. Harkwin continued to thrust, even as he danced on the edge of his own climax. Every thrust could be his last as the pleasure bubbled up within him, almost on the verge of being unleashed. Still lost in the thralls of her own pleasure, Nacen moaned out his name. "Harkwin...! Yes..." And that was enough to kick him over the edge.

His pleasure climbed to an even higher level, but then it plateaued and held that way for a few brief seconds. Muscles in his underbelly began to tremble and tense up involuntarily, and various internal glands swelled with precious fluid that would soon be released. It was about to happen, though he could neither rush nor delay it—reflexes had seized all control of his body, and Harkwin could do nothing but obey primal instincts. Nature demanded that he do his best to breed his mate.

As Harkwin tensed up, his phallus throbbed and stiffened to maximum possible rigidity. The ridges at the base all flared outwards and swelled as blood rushed into them, becoming slightly more noticeable but drastically more sensitive. His ridges suddenly needed stimulation, and the warm, reassuring tightness of a female dragon's insides were the exact sort of environment that would satisfy. That mad desire to be inside of her made him shift about on his hindlegs, and he even raised one hindpaw and rested it on Nacen's thigh as instinct required that he thrust as deep as possible. Arching his back, Harkwin made a few, final, desperate thrusts into Nacen. Each thrust was a bit more forceful and slid his erect length ever deeper, with those flared-out ridges locking him in and preventing him from pulling out, until finally his genital slit was pressed right against hers and he was at maximum depth.

Harkwin had wanted to moan Nacen's name, just as she'd said his, but all that came from his mouth was a series of incoherent, overwhelmed whimpers. "Hmmmmm... Ahaha... Nace—aahhh!" That sound involuntarily became a choked half-roar as the arousal building up within him explosively released.

It had felt good before, but now the pleasure soared beyond comparison. His groin muscles contracted hard, and the young male almost blacked out from the sheer rewarding intensity of finally bringing this mating to its conclusion. Warm jets of thick, liquid relief fired out from deep inside his underbelly, shooting up his phallus in waves of absolute ecstasy. Even though Harkwin was already fully hilted into Nacen, his hips bucked automatically with each shot and he ground his genital slit against hers, in synchrony with each throb of his phallus that sent a fresh spurt of life-creating semen into her depths.

It had been months since Harkwin had enjoyed the satisfaction of properly mating, and now his body wasn't going to miss this chance. Repeatedly pulses of intense, undeniable pleasure emptied him out, as his internal testicles squeezed to give everything they had and send it pouring into his mate. It was so much that Harkwin could feel a distinct sense of added wetness inside Nacen, as he gave her his pent-up seed.

Harkwin's ejaculatory release prolonged Nacen's ongoing orgasm. Her slit felt so tight against him, not enough to hinder his release but just enough to keep all of it inside her. Her muscles contracted down in a rhythmic pattern of her own, and both young dragons shuddered against each other until their mutual stimulation had matched their bodies up, and they were in unison. Each pulse of Harkwin's phallus made Nacen's slit clench down on him, which made him spurt out yet another strong pulse of seed, making her squeeze him again. The shared intimacy felt uniquely satisfying. Pleasure hit absolute maximum and just kept going, continuing far beyond what any solo activity might have allowed as it echoed between them in waves of blissful relief.

"Nacen...! Nacen... Ah... Nacen..." Harkwin mindlessly mumbled her name, repeating it over and over until Nacen pressed her snout against his and they kissed. It was a wet, sloppy kiss as their tongues intertwined, but they both moaned. "Mhhh!"

Harkin just clutched Nacen close and held on tight, resting much of his weight on her back but unable to think at all, as he was reduced to nothing but a shuddering, desperate animal driven by mating instinct. He had no option but to ride it out, savouring the experience as his body worked through all his stored arousal, pumping it steadily into his mate for however many short, overwhelmingly ecstatic moments it took.

Finally the waves of pleasure started to wind down, bringing less of that overwhelming intensity but more satisfaction and relief. It felt almost as good, but in an entirely different way. Whereas the intensity had kept him tensed up and stiff, the satisfaction blanketed his mind and made him feel sleepy and exhausted. Nacen's slit clenched down on him a few times, and his phallus throbbed weakly in response but he had no more seed to give her.

Harkwin slumped loosely against Nacen, and he dropped his hindleg back on to the ground. His forelimbs were still hugging her sides, with his forepaws against her chest to hold her close. It was a real struggle to keep his eyes open as the day's tiredness abruptly caught up to him, along with the added sleepiness of a mating afterglow.

Both dragons panted tiredly, catching their breath, then Nacen let her hindlegs collapse and she dropped belly down against her sleeping bag. Harkwin was still slumped on top of her back, but he rolled off her and onto the adjacent sleeping bag. His phallus slid out of her in a smooth motion, bringing with it a splattering of sticky fluid. Staring blankly up at the snowy ceiling, Harkwin tried his hardest to focus his thoughts and not fall asleep. "Nacen..."

"Oohhh, that was great! That was every bit as sexy as I dreamed it would be," Nacen sighed.

"Hmmr. You're sexy," Harkwin muttered. He felt so sleepy that staying conscious was a challenge, let alone providing intelligent conversation. "Sexy, you. Lovely and pretty and smart and funny and clever. Nice Nacen."

"Why, thanks. I very much like you too!" Nacen grinned. She turned her head so that she was snout-to-snout against Harkwin. Without even looking, she curled her tail around and wrapped it around the base of Harkwin's still reasonably rigid erection, making him jerk as she coiled the tip of her tail around his ridges. After an ejaculatory release his whole organ was overly sensitive, especially those ridges. "It's been such a long time since I've had something like this inside me. It's got such a nice shape to look at. Very filling, with a whole bunch of extra stimulating ridges. The rest of the drake attached to it is great too."

"Thanks. Although—ahhh—it's very sensitive right now, and the drake attached to it would prefer if you didn't—arrghhhh—didn't do that, right so soon!" Harkwin exclaimed, squirming slightly from the tickly overstimulation. It did slightly push back his sleepiness, though.

"Mmh. But it's fun to see you squirm..." Nacen finally relented and uncoiled her tail from his length, letting it soften and gradually slip back into Harkwin's genital slit. "We did good."

Slowly Harkwin's full mental faculties were coming back online, and his senses expanded to take in the full surroundings, instead of being so razor-focused on nothing but sexual desire. When he took a deep breath, he could smell sex in the air—not just Nacen's scent, or his own, but a mix of their two smells, along with a musky odour from all their shared bodily fluids. "Ok, lets... We should clean up before the sleeping bags get dirty. More dirty, I suppose."

"I saw a few towels in one of the equipment pouches," Nacen said, and Harkwin rolled over and pushed to his feet.

"Hmm." He went over to the pile of equipment pouches, small crates, and miscellaneous supplies that they had brought over from the Outpost 20 tents before sealing themselves into this snow shelter. After some searching, Harkwin managed to locate a pair of wash towels made from white cloth. Carrying the towels in his jaw, he trotted back towards the sleeping bags.

Meanwhile, Nacen had rolled onto her back and was looking down between her hindlegs. "Haha, it's dripping out of me now, all wet and sticky. You did that."

The sight of Nacen lying on her back, with wings and legs spread wide, looking sexually satisfied as she grinned at him—that made Harkwin feel a mix of sensations. He felt a flash of hot arousal, but the fact that he'd just mated with her so recently then transmuted his arousal into a warm, fuzzy sense of affectionate attraction, coupled with a faint sense of pride. There was danger outside the shelter, but in here it was warm and it was the two of them together. "Did I do that? I feel like we both did that together."

"I guess we both did, though you might have contributed more to the... extent of the stickiness here." Lowering her head down to her underbelly, Nacen sniffed at a trail of cloudy-whitish, viscous liquid that had run down one of her hindlegs. She stuck out her tongue as if about to lick up that dripping bodily fluid, then changed her mind and glanced up at Harkwin instead. "I wonder how that actually works out. In terms of actual fluid volume, how much of all this liquid came from me, and how much of it came from you?"

Harkwin raised an eye ridge. "Fluid volume? Somehow I don't think that's the sort of science that we came all the way to the far south to discover."

"Ahahah, but having you mount me is infinitely more fun than just taking water samples from hot springs." Nacen took both of the wash towels from Harkwin, then she waved a paw in the direction of the hot spring. Tendrils of magic stretched from her outstretched limb, extending towards the pool and lifting up a small amount of the water which she pulled over to wet the towels with.

"Is the spring water clean? I thought you said these hot springs were filled with minerals?" Harkwin asked.

Still lying on her back, Nacen lazily shrugged her shoulders. "Minerals won't hurt you. In fact, I suspect that taking a bath in spring water might have some therapeutic properties for your scales. That's as long as you let the water cool down first, of course. Otherwise you'll end up boiling yourself like a delicious soup." She wrung the towels free of excess moisture, then passed one back to Harkwin.

The towel felt hot from the spring water which moistened it, and Harkwin started wiping himself down. Central Camp had proper showers which used running, heated water, but even a simple wipe down with a towel was better cleaning than nothing. Harkwin wiped every part of his body he could reach—his head, neck, wings, legs, paws, chest, back, and tail, finally ending with wiping his underbelly and genitals, which were probably the dirtiest parts.

Once done he put down the towel and glanced at Nacen, who had been cleaning herself too. But whereas Harkwin had to hold his towel and wipe his scales, Nacen was using her magic. By simply levitating the water which inundated her towel, she moved the cloth all around and wiped her scales without using her paws. Harkwin couldn't help but grin—using magic to do something was generally not any easier if that same task could simply be done manually, but sometimes it was more about style. Using his air affinity, he started shifting the air inside their small little snow shelter, creating a gentle breeze to dry off their damp scales. Even that small exertion of magic felt tiring, given how much magic he'd already used today.