Now & forever [Ultra-HR] (Patreon)

 [story]Alaric  and Ezrael had been in close proximity for weeks, she'd been allowing  him to work on the Behemoth alongside her, and in their off-time they'd  played games together, intense simulations meant to hone survival  abilities, but games nonetheless. Alaric paid close attention to the  grey and black female he'd been hanging around, and had figured her out  quickly, easily making her laugh or smile--something Ezrael did not do  often.
 

When the time came that they stood chest to chest, fully clothed and she  stood on her claws to steal a kiss from his muzzle, he knew he'd won  her over. From there, they'd curled into each others arms and fallen  into bed together, snuggling and enjoying the physical touch that both  drakes had missed for what felt like forever.
 

Alaric nervously rolled her over onto her back and kissed her, his mane  tickling her brows, and she kissed him back, softly, affectionately, yet  everything he'd heard and seen of the drake in his arms had been that  of a cruel, heartless beast, scarred and mangled and forced to bond to a  monster of her past; the present version of her not what he'd been  described. She was cool to the touch, and pressed herself into his  warmth, touching his shoulders and back, feeling the muscles under the  fur as they flexed and tightened; Alaric adjusting on his elbows above  her.
 

Time slid by as the two touched and kissed one another, Ezrael allowing  him to take the dominant approach, but actions being nearly equal  between them. For once, there was no competition for authority, only  genuine connection and embraces. "You're so soft," he whispered into one  of her ears, and she mumbled something back about his own warmth;  Ezrael could feel his heat building across his body, as well as feel his  need growing between them. Alaric chose to ignore it, continuing to  caress her, touching his hand along her forearm and Ezrael reciprocating  these touches, a symbol of drake affection. He wanted her, and knew she  wanted him, but he was determined to make the night last, kissing her  hollows and nuzzling her jaw and neck.
 

It was the first time she'd willingly been so romantic with a male,  Ezrael had a habit of taking what she wanted with little to no affection  involved, only doing so to sate her own lusts. This time, she felt a  warmth in her chest, and a flutter in her stomach when he caressed her,  and her body betrayed her, becoming excited easily from his touches, and  with such an intensity she felt embarrassment at her own lack of  control. Alaric practically had her mewling, moaning from his touches,  and he delighted in her body's shudders and shivers from his touch. He  felt an incredible swell of happiness inside him, a sense of  accomplishment, that he'd succeeded in making her feel an attachment to  him, a bond. And when Alaric could manage no longer, he pressed himself  tight against her, kissing her neck and whispering his desire for her  into her ear. When Ezrael shivered in response, and spoke the words  "take me," his excitement became too much to bear and he passionately  kissed her, grinding his hips against her own and rubbing his length  between her thighs. He couldn't think any longer, all he smelled was  her, all he wanted was her, and she'd asked for it. She wanted him, and  the male drake wouldn't hesitate, he'd claim his female, marking her as  his with his scent and his bites...[to be continued...]