“Hey,” Janik called out to his brother. “I’m going to walk the tall grass, yell for me,” he said. The other man looked up and nodded before he resumed whittling the wood in his hands. 

Janik was of the land’s local tribe. The forest provided food, water, comfort, shelter; a home. Gratitude for their circumstances was ancient tradition. The animals of the forest were very close with the tribe. There were times of the year they would even approach the tribespeople. This time of year especially: Spring. 

He left his village, passing by tents made from flax and jute as he stepped out into a large clearing. He did not wear his loincloth. He knew exactly what he was doing. The trees opened up, minutely at first, into a vast meadow beyond the forage line. Wildflowers of every color sprouted, and he had never seen the grass so green and bright, and it grew so tall that it rode up on his shins. An occasional apple tree dotted the swaying landscape. 

Expecting something any moment now, his eyes searched the sky, which shone a gentle blue and hosted nary a cloud. The sun was behind him, out of the way, lucky for him. Letting the midday breeze paint his skin, he stopped walking, deciding he was well enough out in the open. Plain and unabashed. Any beast would know what he wanted.

Although he believed it was always best to be patient, he could not help but feel a certain excitement rise in his stomach as he thought about the last time he had done this. He was more eager for it this spring. 

Just as his focus had begun to wander into pleasant reminiscence, a deer bounded from the tree line, off to his left, and into the field. Bearing no antlers and hazel fur, the doe pranced toward him, exhibiting its deftness of movement in a very deliberate display. Janik turned, regarding the cervine, but did not move.

“Good day, human, good day. I would ask if you came to enjoy the weather, but I can see your mind's been drifting somewhere else,” she mused, still moving closer, though it was in careful, slow steps. Her eyes, black and pearly, were glued to his cock, which now bobbed half-erect in the air. 

She came right before him, lowering her head until it was level with his loins. “I know you tribesmen are always amorous during this season, but something has really piqued you.” Her black nose came within inches of his jewels, taking a whiff of his scent. She stomped a hoof into the ground, leaning forward as she proceeded to lick the underside of his member with her long tongue. His toes curled. With another lap at his tip, she met his gaze, hopeful, seeking permission. “Was it my kind that served you so well?”

He chuckled, brushing her cheek with his knuckles. “No, little doe. But, I will admit, you are tempting,” he said. Sometimes he found it strange to think that beasts could talk just as he could. But, ultimately, he was grateful for it more than anything else.

She smiled and sighed, lifting her head away from his touch. “Sad to hear. I hope you find whoever you’re looking for, then,” she said before she pivoted, starting off in a direction that would only lead further into the expansive meadow. 

“You too,” he said, watching her bound off, tail raised.

The deer’s saliva was still somewhat warm, and that combined with the prospect he had just denied made his erection taller and stiffer. Maybe he should have accepted. One could only imagine how it would feel to sink within the sculpted body of a cervine…

A sound like massive, sweeping wings caught his ear. Sure enough, when he spun around, the sun was blotted out by a white silhouette. 

There she is, Janik thought, grinning. Though the creature’s wings were feathered, a glistening plumage on either side, the rest of its body was furred. From below, he could see the creamy tan of its belly, a color that spiraled up each limb and its neck, contrasting nicely with the white that pervaded everywhere else. With a few stabilizing flaps, the angel dragon landed in front of him, just a man’s stride away. She tucked her wings neatly against her back. He could not know for sure, but was almost certain this was the same beast he had encountered before. She was small for a dragon, not so much larger than a wild mare. 

Her eyes were pearly, just like the doe’s, but the black of them seemed to run deeper. Shaped like a rounded spade, her head bore the thinnest of her fur; her skin was quite sensitive there. Along either of her cheeks were two tapered lines of the same tan as her belly. It was funny how expressive dragons could be compared to other animals of the forest. Even now, the dragoness seemed so chipper, her triangular, sharp teeth showing just slightly, her fluffy ears perked up, almost resembling horns where she lacked them. She would be cute, he thought, were it not for her size and power.

“Hello again, human,” she said.

“Oh! I knew it was you,” he exclaimed. He stepped forth, lowering himself as the dragoness lifted her head to rest it on his shoulder. He reciprocated by wrapping his arms around her neck. The fur there was so copious, so…

“Still so soft,” he murmured, mostly to himself.

“It’s good to see you too.”

He laughed as he broke off, backing up to take in the sight of her once more. As he ogled, so did she, though her gaze was more focused than his. 

“Hmm, I knew you smelled different, have you already been tended to?” she asked, starting off to his right, beginning to circle him.
 
Shaking his head, the tribesman looked down at his bare length, then back at her. “No, but a deer did try.”

It was the dragonesses turn to laugh. “And you said no? You must be so hungry to have me again,” she probed, getting closer, already beginning to tease his desire.

He shifted in place, “I am, dragoness.”

“Mmmmm…” she hummed, practically purring. “Don’t worry, human. I have been waiting just as long as you have. And since the season has called for it, my body yearns for you as well.”

Having made a full circle around the tribesman, the dragoness faced away from him in one slinking motion. She cocked her head to the side, watching him as she lowered her chest to the ground, planting her hind paws firmly and raising her wide rump in the air. Her tail, which sported small, rounded, keratin wings on the end, hid her prize from the human. Merciful as she was, however, she lifted her tail, slowly, flagging it high before it draped over her back. Now nothing was hidden. And it was beautiful. 

Between her splayed haunches was a very swollen vertical slit, seated below her tail. The skin there was furless, and it shone just the slightest shade of pink. Instead of protruding outward, her lips were flush with her crotch, though the puffiness of them exposed a tantalizing sliver of inner flesh. He could see that it was moist, her nectar already drooling from her pussy, glistening in the midday light. She sashayed her hips left to right in slow, alluring motions. The fact that she was presenting it all to him, that she was in heat, the neediness that her position conveyed; it put a fire in his loins.

"You know how to entice a man," he said as he approached her hind side.

Running his hands over her ample hind legs, he felt dense muscle beneath the fur. Her dragon butt quickly became his next point of exploration, however. A man wanted what a man wanted. He gripped and squeezed, reveling in the cushiness of her rump.

“Yes, keep touching me, anywhere you like,” she encouraged.

As free as he felt to do as she said, there was one particular part of her he had in mind. Playing his fingers over her slit, they immediately became wet with her fluid. He felt her tense when he reached this area, and it only emboldened him. Keeping two fingers together, he positioned them in the middle of her slit before he pushed in, both of them disappearing. 

The dragoness let out a low, approving growl. 

His fingers were gripped on either side by the most peculiar, indiscernible tightness, as if the puffiness of her heated pussy was both giving into him and pushing on him. That was the other thing, the heat. Her blood ran so warm within her body, like he was probing her very core. Gods above, the idea of what that would feel like around his sensitive, burgeoning cock, how delicious it would be to enjoy, the heights of euphoria it would take him to…	

Those thoughts alone were too much. He had to have her now. When he pulled his fingers out, they were literally dripping. Pushing down on her ass so that it was more suited to the height of his crotch, he got one more sight of her glorious pussy as he lined his tip up with it.

She sensed his enthuse. “Yes, human, I can smell your desire, your primal lust for me. I can sense the virile seed within you, I want it all…” she said, driving his libido further. 

Holding himself steady, he began to press forward against her plush lips, which didn’t quite permit him at first.

“Indulge in my body, use it for your pleasure, sheathe your cock within me. Don’t concern yourself with dignity in this small moment, I want us to rut like the animals we are. And when you feel yourself being pulled over the edge of bliss, release as deep inside me as you can.”

The offer was incensing, so free and easy to accept.

His heart racing, his breathing terse, her pussy finally admitted his tip, and immediately he tasted the initial reaches of warmth, slickness, and a strong grip. With how wet the dragoness-in-heat was, plunging the rest of his cock was delightfully smooth. When his balls tapped her crotch, his length bottomed out within her, his toes curled into the earth, and his legs nearly buckled. Her tunnel contracted in peristaltic rhythms around him, squeezing and massaging him, even as the furnace-like temperature of her innards seeped into his length, coaxing his lust. On the way in, he had displaced some of her natural lubrication, which ended up running down his scrotum and both their legs.

“Ohhhh…” he moaned out loud. 

“That’s it, human,” she moaned back, maw agape and smiling, carousing the sensation of being filled by a male.

After some time, the tribesman was able to regain himself. He looked down to see his member fully inside, her cunny spread wide by the rigid shaft. Wrapping his arms around the thick base of her tail, he began the agonizing process of pulling out, her suckling walls seeming to hang on, not wanting him to leave. When only his bellend remained wedged between her lips did he plant his feet, and, using her tail as leverage, thrust back inside. He grunted, gritting his teeth as pleasurable friction burned along his cock. Knowing he could not remain still, for fear of her clenching alone setting him off, he kept his hips moving, pulling out before pushing back in again. And again. And again.

From below, one would be able to see him properly fuck the fluffy dragoness, splitting her pussy with his girth, his crotch slapping against hers as drops of her honey pelted the grass. It was beyond good, it was devilishly blissful; having his cock slickened until it was glossy, warmed by a female’s body, being clamped so tightly, like her pussy was trying to milk him for all he was worth. 

“I can feel you spreading me open,” she panted. “Every… time…” She produced a low, hungry rumble, one that spurred him on to rut the dragon faster.

He could hardly believe how good it felt, the silky walls of her pussy clinging to his stiff length with such mouthwatering pressure, the most heavenly blend of subtle and overt stimulation, the nuances of which set his mind alight. The contact between his hips and hers became harder, and more frequent, which then led to the fire in his belly blazing hotter than before. The tribesman wanted to fuck her as hard as he could. The pleasure in his loins was substantial, yet still growing, to the point he vaguely grasped his release on the horizon. 

At the same time as he regretted it, he welcomed its inevitability with an even greater fervor of his motions. He grunted and groaned without shame below the sun and the blue sky, surrounded by nature, in a beautiful field, mounting a beautiful furred dragoness. 

The fatigue in his legs went completely unnoticed, blocked by the sensations being lavished upon his spoiled cock. He could feel everything about her insides, how wet she was, how her heat was manifesting in gut-wrenching contractions, working him over even as he thrust in and out. Her body was practically begging for his seed.

Mouth agape, he closed his eyes, letting everything but sex fall away from his thoughts. It was so singularly divine, this experience. It was already bringing him close. And tragically, the closer he got, the quicker he got close.

“You’re-  you’re body is so tight, dragoness,” he addressed her.

She only moaned in response, glad to have brought as great of pleasure to him as he had brought to her. 

Those sounds, he thought. He couldn’t get enough of them. Almost mewls, with how desperate they had become over the course of their joining.

“I’m almost there,” he continued, knowing the warning would only worsen his predicament. And just as he’d predicted, she gripped him harder, so incredibly eager to have him spill.

The dragoness looked down between her splayed legs, watching the human go at her. “Nature has called for us to join, you have no choice but to…” she trailed off, huffing. “But to fill me.”

Something about the idea, the outward mention of it, sparked something innate and primal in the tribesman’s head. The raw friction of his cock spearing her open was nearing its boiling point, dancing recklessly on the very brink. In an abrupt display of exasperation, the dragoness flared her wings, the feathery plumages twitching.

With one harsh thrust, he hilted himself inside her, halting the rhythm. His whole body tensed, from shoulder to toe, his hips grinding against her well-fucked cunny as he began to unload within the furthest depth he could reach, painting her walls white with his gift in heavy, voluminous spurts. 

“Uhhh! Ugh… Ughhhh…” he moaned as he came, seeding the dragoness’ heated pussy.

Her legs tightened similarly, pushing back against him, her flesh milking his cock with the strongest of clenches yet, coaxing so many more salty ropes from his throbbing length. 

It was too much to bear, and yet he endured it all the same, riding a high he had basked in only once before. Feeling her slick passage massage and squeeze his cock repeatedly, he was brought down on a gradual, disillusioning slope of awareness, the over-sensitivity in his nether region becoming more apparent by the second. Registering first the degree of tiredness in his legs, he then realized just how wet his crotch was, and how gooey the cum he’d just released felt around his tip. Pulling his hips back, his softening penis slipped out, covered in the sloppy combination of both his and her fluids.

He tapped on her on the rump, still regaining his breath. “Thank you dragoness. That was simply divine. You finished as well, right?” he asked.

Looking back at him, the furred dragoness let her hind legs collapse, her whole body falling to the ground, her massive wings draped on either side of her. “Yes. The same time you did. Gods above, I have never gotten used to how warm a male’s gift is.”

The tribesman laughed. “I take it it’s nice?”

“Mhmmm,” she hummed, nodding. “Very.”

He sat down on the grass, sighing, seeing the mess he’d made of her cunt, a small bit of white beginning to show between her lips, the rest of her crotch smattered with her own nectar. 

That’s nice to look at, he thought, chuckling at his own lack of propensity for politeness.

As he stared, his train of thought subconsciously got away from him, leading him to daydream, and ironically, all that crossed his mind were the sensations he had just experienced. The climax and moments preceding it, in particular. 

“What are you ogling back there?” the playful tone of her voice broke him from his reverie.

“Huh? Oh, sorry,” he said. “The mind tends to go where it wants.”

“It seems like your eyes do too,” she replied. “Nothing about you lies, it’s so clear how much your body craves mine, even after you’ve just had it.”

“I don’t think I could ever have you enough times,” the tribesman said, leaning back on his arms.

She shook her head. “How ravenous…” she purred in her dragon-like way. “Don’t worry, I fully plan on taking more of your seed. As much as possible. In fact, I don't care if this is all I do today. The season has called for it.”

“So you say,” he chuckled.

“Hush, human, I’ve forgotten. You have to rest now. When it’s been long enough, your body will be ready again,” she urged, waving a paw at him. “Lie down and sleep. I’ll watch you.”

He put his hands up defensively. “Okay, of course, dragoness. I’m starting to appreciate your heat more and more.” It was making her just as lustful as he was! Lowering himself to his elbows, and let the grass cushion his back as he laid back on it as he then placed hands behind his head. He hadn’t noticed how much energy had been siphoned from him until he felt the heaviness of his eyelids, gently coaxing him to close them. Although it was bright and sunny, he still found himself to be comfortable.

Minutes passed, one by one, incrementally lulling him to sleep. 

The fade to black was not for long, because dreams are never ones to idle. Colors were flashing, and he felt them like emotions. Suddenly he was bound to the world again. Hazily observing his surroundings, he was reminded of winter with the snow he was walking through, the thick clothes he wore, the and white sheets coating the trees and the mountains, hiding behind a blizzard, the sun did not show its face, and so the ambient light was dim. 

Padding along, he spotted an orange and yellow glow standing out amongst the veil of the moderate snowfall. It became his guiding point as he ambled onward, feeling heavy and clumsy, like his movements were disconnected from how he was trying to move.

Getting close to the source of the glow, he found it to be a flame, a pile of burning logs circled by stones. 

But something was brushing him now. What the hell was it? He looked down at himself and saw nothing. Despite being clothed, it felt to him like it was right on his skin. On his loins.

“My, my,” he heard a voice in his head, a woman’s voice, though it was muddled and disconnected.

He couldn’t make sense of anything. The feeling was stronger now and it was on his most private of places, it felt…

“Such a beautiful thing…” the voice continued.

His eyes opened, and he inhaled sharply. Regaining his orientation, he recalled where he was, and then what had already transpired. The feeling on his crotch was still there. Lifting his head, he was greeted with the sight of the furred dragoness, one of her paws on his waist, holding him in place as she held his cock with her long, wide tongue. It wrapped around him with surprising dexterity before she leaned forward and enveloped his length into her warm maw, letting her fuzzy, strange lips close around it. 

Groaning in approval, the man basked in a new form of pleasure he had never encountered before. No man, woman, or animal of the forest had ever mated him with their mouths. It certainly wasn’t something he was going to reject; he was well on his way to cumming again at this rate.

Her eyes met his, and with a mischievous smile, she let him slip from her maw. 

“I figured that would wake you eventually. You don’t mind, do you?” she asked.

He just shook his head.

“I didn’t think you would. You were asleep for some time, and apparently whatever you were dreaming commanded your body to be roused, and when I saw that, well… I really couldn’t help myself but have a little taste.”

“It’s one of the nicer awakenings I’ve had, dragoness,” he said, gratefully. 

“And more importantly, it means you’re ready again, doesn’t it?” she posited as she got to her paws, standing on all fours. Not staying idle for long, the dragoness turned away from him before she bent down, letting her frame fall to the side. Using the momentum, she twisted and rolled over completely, lying on her back, her wings splayed out haphazardly.

Already steeped in lust and hunger for her female prize since he’d woken up, the tribesman got to his knees, making his way between her spread digitigrade legs. Straddling her tail, Janik looked out over this new presentation, and he knew she was right: he was certainly ready to go again. With her head tilted up to see him, peeking just over her curled forelegs, she resembled an innocent wolf pup. Noticing the contrast, he smiled. 

As his gaze traveled south, he was graced once more with her open crotch, fully accessible to him. The vulnerability of this position struck him, the powerful dragoness spreading her legs for him, helpless but to receive his rutting. That vertical slit, the slight redness of it; it reminded him only of rich, carnal, incredible pleasure. And with his hard cock resting on her tail, he planned to refamiliarize himself with that pleasure. 

He scooted closer, taking himself in hand and pressing his bulbous tip against her dragoness pussy. 

“Yes…” she intoned, watching with predatory eyes. 

He sank between her soft, pillowy lips, the crown of his bellend slipping in, the rest of his shaft well on its way. Following this, he pushed his hips forward, excitement tingling in his belly as he watched his own cock be swallowed by her heated pussy. He heard her coo as he felt her walls intimately spread around him, hugging his sensitive organ jealously, he was remembered why he looked forward to this so much. 

Taking his eyes off their joined crotches for a moment, he observed the dragoness herself, the cute way she held her forepaws against her chest, the arousal and lust that burned in her eyes, how her maw had fallen agape, how the whining and the mewling had begun once again. It was like she was made to attract him, how everything about her made him wild. 

And Gods above did she feel good. There was something so primally satisfying about seeing himself fuck her dragoness cunt, and the visual aspect of it combined with the tactile euphoria of their rutting was enough to put him in a state of total bliss.

“H- human… I am nearly there, I fear,” she said.

That was no problem at all to him.

Spearing in and out at a faster pace, he reveled in how hot she still was inside, her seasonal heat making her inner core meltingly warm. His seed still remained within her depths as well, making for a gooey, sweltering ride. He couldn’t get used to how slippery and smooth her tunnel was, and the strength with which it gripped him. The plushness of it contrasted delectably with the tightness, and he couldn’t get enough of either. It was invigorating to simply indulge in her body, to let his mind drift away so he could simply bask in the pleasure he received from mating the furred dragoness.

Rocking against her, grinding his hips against her periodically once he’d bottomed out, he began to move with purpose, with another climax in mind. The subconscious, animalistic part of him that wanted to seed this female was much stronger than the tribesman knew. Even though they were different species, that part of him did not care.

“Your body is divine, dragoness,” he breathed.

She mewled in response, beginning to reciprocate his strokes by moving her hips against his.

“It’s bringing me close,” he said, in warning.

Her expression lit up. “You are? Let me have it, beloved human,” she said, her voice dripping with desperation.

It didn’t take much for him after that. The gripping and pressure had overwhelmed his most tender of nerves and so with a forceful hilting of his rock-hard cock all the way inside her, the tribes groaned, and his shaft began to throb and twitch violently, clenched on all sides by her vaginal muscles.

She moaned aloud with him as her walls began to spasm, making way for both of their orgasms to come.

“Obey the mother of nature,” she said before also being sent over the edge.

He came hard. He heard her mewl and whine as her depths were reignited with the warmth of his hot, virile seed, that which erupted from his tip in thick, salty ropes. The pleasure was intense and riveting.

The stars and his sense of disembodiment with the world were extreme but short-lived, and just as he had last time, he found himself being brought back down into the orientation that was reality and post-climax.

The tribesman found himself lying on the dragoness’ stomach, still within her milking pussy. 

“This will be a day I will come to regret the end of,” was all he could manage in the haze of the afterglow.

She just laughed. He could almost feel himself drifting off again, so tired after this excursion of pleasure.

So soon? he thought, and it was the last he thought before he was taken by slumber.

Hey there dude, thanks for reading, I really hope you liked this, because this is one of my favorite smuts to write, just to-the-point sex, while still tying in a sense of appreciation between these two characters.

Dragons are pretty hot, I plan on writing more about em.

If you guys want more of these two in particular, just ask.