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A brown-and-gold male fairy-dragon dropped out the sky, flaring his wings wide at the last moment, then arrowed up, flipped over, and fluttered down to land near Pepper.
Startled, Ashlyn said, ::Isn't that Ustim's fairy-dragon?::
::We met outside the bandit's camp,:: Pepper said, giving the male a coy look over one shoulder.
Before Ashlyn could think of a good response, Hawthorne raced in hot and fast, landing between the two fairy-dragons.
He gave the usurper male a long look, then presented Pepper with a spear of freshly picked lemon mint.
Ashlyn saw the sheen of a fine liquid seeping down Hawthorne's neck scales from just under his jaw. A stray breeze brought her the scent of a pleasant spicy musk.
She glanced at the brown-and-gold male. He had the same type of sheen on his neck.
Pepper's inner thoughts hummed with anticipation.
In quick succession, three other males landed in the garden, gave Ashlyn a quick look, then fairly strutted over to Pepper. Each carried an offering--a flower, a colorful bug, or a tempting piece of fruit.
Suddenly, the female fairy-dragon crouched, hissing at the males. With a great leap, she soared into the sky, calling, ::Catch me if you can.::
A breath later Hawthorne flew after her, followed by the other males--each one leaving a musky scented trail.
The ground fell away in a blaze of speed. Her body throbbed with the oldest imperative in creation--to mate with her chosen life partner. Ashlyn barely had time to realize her mind and heart were locked with Pepper's in the wild mating flight before the heady combination of sex anddanger took over.
Together in mind and spirit, the females drove higher, determined to make the males work hard to mark her/them as mate.
Twisting in a fast loop, she looked back and laughed at the clumsy dragons with mating musk slicking their sides and swollen cocks thrust forward.
::Hawthorne has outpaced the others, but I/we are swifter.:: Pepper chortled.
For good measure, she aimed another hiss at them before going into a swooping, twisting dive.
Ustim's brown-and-gold male made a determined race at her, barely skimming her body with his tail before she slipped out of the coil and shot straight upward.
::I'm the queen--the ruler of wind and sky--and no one can catch me until I'm ready.::
The Pepper/Ashlyn fairy-dragon arrowed higher. Wings grew tired, breath ached in their throats, but still they climber higher--driven by the primitive need to sort out the strongest mate.
One by one the males fell away, except for Hawthorne. His determination both angered and thrilled Pepper at the deepest level.
Closing with her, he tried to coil his tail around her body. She swooped away and up, only to find herself trapped in his embrace. He rubbed the side of his neck along hers. His erotic male musk filled her senses and set her own female juices flowing.
She twined her neck with his and opened her slit to his swollen cock. As they fell through the sky, he thrust in, pumping his great shaft--slipping out--thrusting in again--and spurted his living seed into her womb, while she screamed with pleasure.
Still rocked with glittering bliss, she suddenly saw the ground rushing up to meet them.
"I have you, Ashlyn," a deep male voice answered, and dazedly she realized Basil held her hand.
"Pepper? Hawthorne? Where?"
"Safe." He pointed upward where Hawthorne's strong wings carried both him and Pepper toward the ground in a long glide.
"Gods!" She drew her fingers away from him and scrubbed her face with both hands. Her swollen nipples scraped against her tunic. The hot coil of lust between her legs tightened.
Basil's awesome male body so close was a temptation she couldn't ignore.
He touched her shoulder. "Ashlyn, can I help?"
"Help?" She turned toward him like a female dragosaur pouncing on fresh prey. "Take me. Love me," she panted, tugging at his vest, too blinded by soaring desire to unlace the fastenings across his chest.
Brushing her fingers aside, he quickly unlaced the garment, while she turned her attention to the sash around his waist.
"Hurry, hurry," she demanded.
His vest flashed past, revealing his muscled abdomen. In the meantime, she fought the obstinate coils around his waist. She wanted to tear away the stubborn fabric with her teeth.
Finally, the intricate knot yielded. She drew it away from him, unwrapping the male glory that was Basil Greenstorm.
She heard a rip as her own clothes gave way to his strength.
Locked in an embrace, they rolled across the narrow strip of grass and landed on their sides in the fragrant bed of lemon mint and basil edged with spicy sweet William.
His mouth fastened on her nipple and sucked. His busy hands found her erotic places--not only her pussy, but also the shivery places behind her knees and the dimple at the base of her spine.
One of his fingers, moistened in her own woman's dew, teased her swollen clit--sliding over and around the throbbing love knot. The other slipped down the crack between her butt cheeks.
Wildly, she scrabbled at his broad back with her fingernails--deep in desire and blinded by need. The scent of his moist male skin filled her nostrils. Rearing her head back, she bit his side under one arm.
He growled and plunged two fingers into her slit and partway out. His other hand reached between her legs from behind, dampening his fingers in her natural lubricant.
"Ever been finger-fucked in your ass?" he asked in a low, dangerous tone, pressing against her butt hole.
"N ... no, but I want everything, everything..."
"Good. It's your first time, so I'll use my smallest finger."
His hand slid back and forth across the tight opening. Nerve endings came alert in a shimmer of waiting.
At the same time, his fingers between her labia twisted. She caught her breath. The heavy, hot tension expanded through her nerves.
She felt the steady pressure opening the tight, puckered flesh low between her butt cheeks. Slowly her body yielded to his relentless pressure. More nerve endings came alive. Arching her back to give his magical fingers more room, caught between two points of unspeakable pleasure, she buried her face against his chest and urged, in a breathy voice, "More. Oh, Goddess, more."
At her cry, both Basil's hands worked in and out fast and hard--and tipped her over the edge into a gasping, shattering orgasm.