Wyvern's Reward

Switcharin didn't say anything in return. Instead, he let out a quiet, obediently submissive chirp. "Mrrp..."

"You're going to give me your seed. All of it. You're going to put an egg into me, like the good little male you are."

Switcharin blinked, and then his eyes refocused and he met her gaze. "Wait, seriously? Are you... are you in heat? You know what happens if you're in heat and we mate, right? I guess you do, because you just said what happens. But I mean, are you sure that you want to—Eek!"

The male wyvern let out a soft squeak as Thyso bit down on his neck again—not piercing him with her fangs, but simply letting all her teeth press up against his scales, possessively letting him know that she was in control. She gently gnawed on his neck, then opened her jaws and licked his snout. "Shut up. You always talked too much, you know that? And I used to find it irritating, but then you left and I realized how much I hated the silence you left behind."

"Really? That's nice of you to say. I've missed you too!"

Thyso didn't know too many human words, but she did know one special word for which the natural language of dragons had no lexical equivalent. "Shut the fuck up and fuck me, Switch," she growled, and Switcharin twitched as he did just that. Of all her years of life, Thyso had never felt quite so aroused as she did right now, mating with the male she truly wanted. "Cum for me. Fill me up. Now," she ordered.

Switcharin's whole body jerked, and he went fully stiff as he did as she asked. His mind and body were in her grasp, his desires entirely matched with hers. "Mmgnnrrhh...!" Making a shocked, overwhelmed noise, his snout scrunched up into an adorable grimace, and his eyes clenched shut as instinct override all conscious thought. His phallus throbbed, and then Switcharin began to pour out his warm, life-creating seminal fluids directly into Thyso, flooding her oviducts with his sperm.

Coupled with the sight of her friend totally lost in pleasure, that sensation was enough to kick off Thyso's orgasm too. She slammed her hips down, pressing her underbelly against Switcharin's and making sure that the male was penetrating her deepest. Much as she felt an instinct to bite down on his neck again, Thyso bit down on the jar instead. Venom spurted out of her fangs and into the collection jar, even as muscles in her underbelly clamped down too, squeezing and kneading Switcharin's erection and coaxing him to spurt all his semen into her.

In that moment there was no thinking, no planning, no analysing. There was nothing but raw pleasure and primal instincts, as the two intelligent creatures writhed against each other like animals. Thyso could feel a warm, wetness spreading inside her as Switcharin emptied out his pent-up arousal into her egg chambers, breeding her thoroughly.

The rhythmic waves of pleasure eventually weakened and slowed, and Thyso found herself back in control of herself. Switcharin's wing-claws were still locked with hers, and the smaller wyvern had gone limp. He was panting softly, his eyes still closed. Thyso tugged her fangs out of the collection jar, but she made no move to lift herself off Switch, and his phallus remained buried inside her. Looking at that jar, she observed that despite all the venom she'd first pumped into Switcharin, she'd still added a decent amount. Rather like how he'd added quite a bit of liquid to her insides.

The male wyvern continued mumbling incoherently for a few seconds before he found his voice again. "Gnnnrmrr... Thyso! Mnggg... Ok... Ok...! That was... You aren't actually in heat though? Right?" He opened his eyes and stared at Thyso. "Seriously speaking—we didn't just make an egg, right?"

Thyso licked Switcharin's snout affectionately. "It's been about...five and a half months since I was in heat. I shouldn't be due for a few more weeks. Probably. Or maybe my heat came early, and we did just make an egg. Hmm, that would be interesting."

"I'm feeling conflicted now. I don't like the idea of having just put an egg into you, but I also sort of really like that idea," Switcharin admitted. Suddenly he paused and frowned as if he was just realizing what they'd done. "Wait, we just mated? We just mated! Wow. Why didn't we ever do this before I left to go to the city?"

Thyso let out an amused grunt. "Mhf. I guess I didn't realize how much I liked you until you left. And now you asked me for my venom, so I gave it to you."

Switcharin's gaze darted from Thyso to the jar, then back again. "Thank you? I got way more than just venom."

"You're welcome." Again Thyso licked Switcharin's snout, and gave him a pointed look. Finally he got the message and returned the gesture, licking her back on her snout with enthusiasm but not much technique. That was alright. He would learn, for she would teach how to act like a proper mate ought to.

"I doubt I'll be getting this sort of treatment from the rest of the tribe," Switcharin said.

Thyso let out a soft, possessive growl. "Grr... No, you won't. Don't ask the rest of the tribe for their venom. You're mine."

Switcharin blinked, and he nodded his head towards the venom jar. "Uhh, but it's for the good of science and progress and medicine. My pet human needs of our venom for research."

"No. If you need more venom I'll provide it to you myself, not the rest of the tribe."

"Just you? Even still considering that lots of people won't help me, there's no way you can outproduce the whole tribe," Switcharin replied.

"Not all at once. But over time, if I keep giving you venom you'll get much more than just a one-off collection from the tribe." Thyso straightened herself up, though she remained crouched on top of Switcharin, not taking her weight of him. "So now I want you to tell me about what it's like in the city, because I have been considering leaving the tribe and the forest. Everyday there are transport dragons flying by the forest, and they tell me that life is good for dragons who work with humans. But I want to hear it from you. I want to hear about what the humans are like, and about the sort of work they make you do, and what your life has been like over the past year."

"And if I convince you, you'll come live in the city with me?" Switcharin asked, looking hopeful. "I... I've missed you very much, Thyso. You with your boldness and your confidence. You were my only real friend in the tribe, and sometimes I think that was because you were the only one confident enough to ignore what everyone else said about how I was a useless wyvern. Would you come to the city with me?"

"That is a possibility." Thyso made a non-committal shrug of her wings, though she was already reasonably certain that she would do it. Because despite his overall lack of size, strength, and hunting skill, Switcharin had always been smarter than her, and his decision to live amongst the humans didn't seem unwise.

Switcharin nodded, but he glanced around the clifftop. "I'll gladly tell you about my life, but maybe we should clean up first? If anyone comes flying by, it'll be very obvious what we've been doing with the way we're...lying against each other."

Thyso flicked her wings indifferently. She was feeling warm and comfortable with Switcharin pressed up against her. It wasn't even sexual—just the physical intimacy was nice. "I'm not embarrassed that I mated with you. Are you embarrassed to have mated with me? That's what I thought. Now tell me about what you've been doing."

Switcharin blinked, and then he did as she asked. "The city is busy, noisy, crowded, smelly, and completely amazing..."

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