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The prey center at Jade Mountain Academy was alive with chatter, and the topic on every dragon's tongue was the upcoming break—the first since classes had started. There was a cool, refreshing breeze in the air, carrying with it a tantalizing promise of good days ahead. Even Turtle felt the affect; a building buzz for respite from assignments and lectures, like the anticipation of catching wind under wing after stepping from a ledge.
“I can hardly wait,” squealed Kinkajou, her scales swelling into a bright, eager yellow. The bushel of bananas she had picked out for lunch sat untouched in her excitement. “It feels like forever since I’ve been back to the rainforest. I bet everyone has been beside themselves with boredom without me there to keep things interesting. Unless... Oh no, what if everyone’s forgotten about me already?”
Her face changed to one of worry.
“Like anyone could forget about you,” Winter muttered.
“Aww, Winter—that’s so sweet. Thank you.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“Well I’m choosing to take it as one, so there!” She stuck out her tongue and blew a large raspberry, spit flying everywhere.
Winter covered his salmon."Ugh, must you be so… you?"
Turtle smiled. He liked how true to herself Kinkajou was. That other dragons found her to be too much some times was their loss in his book.
“Well, I'm excited to finally explore the Sand Kingdom," Moonwatcher said, cutting in.
Kinkajou leaned towards Moonwatcher and said, “Ooh, the Sand Kingdom? How fun!”
“It should be! Qibli said he's going to give us the grand tour. But more than anything I want to see the stars, I hear they are especially beautiful out in the desert."
“Us?” Kinkajou gasped, and Turtle raised his eyebrows, too. “Whose us? Is Winter’s going too?”
“Unfortunately," Winter said, making what looked to Turtle to be a concerted effort to not meet Kinakjou’s excited gaze, "though I have to admit I'm excited for the trip as well. It’ll be nice to see a parts of the Sand Kingdom that aren’t so… Qibli.”
Qibli rolled his eyes. “Be honest, you liked the Qibli parts.”
“Sure, when they weren’t trying to kill me.”
“They only tried to kill you like half the time, and if you recall, it was usually your fault.”
“Yeesh, Moon—looks like you’re gonna have your talons full,” Kinkajou said with a grin.
Moonwatcher covered her mouth with a wing and stifled a laugh. “So it does.”
Kinkajou turned to Turtle and asked, “Are you excited to see the Sea Kingdom again? It's been awhile since you've been home.”
It took a moment for Turtle to realize that Kinkajou had directed the question at him. “Hmm? Oh, I’m not going back.”
“What? You’re not?” Kinkajou said. “But Tsunami said you were all flying back tomorrow?”
“She and Anemone are, but I decided to stay here.”
Her eyes grew so wide with sympathy that it made Turtle squirm where he sat. “So you’ll be spending your break here, alone?”
“I mean, not alone. Clay will be here. And Starflight too, I think…”
Kinkajou rose to her talons. “That is not good enough!”
“I-It’s not?” Turtle looked to the others for help, but they looked away knowing better than to get in Kinkajou’s way when she was truly determined.
“No, it’s not! No one should have to spend their break bored at school with no friends or family around.”
“I don’t mind it, really. I’m used to being alone.”
“That’s even worse! That’s worse, right?” Kinkajou gestured for Moon to back her up.
“Do you really not have any plans? Is there no place you want to see? Nothing you want to do?” Moon asked, tipping her head at Turtle.
Turtle shrugged. “Not really. When you have a family as big as mine, you get used to doing your own thing.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t do something fun without your family,” Qibli offered.
Kinkajou jumped in placed excitedly. “You should come to the rainforest!”
Turtle hesitated. When Darkstalker had been defeated and his sister Anemone had removed the love spell she had placed on Kinkajou that had made her fall deeply in love with him, Kinkajou had asked him for time to think through her feelings for him. It was hard to do, Kinkajou was everything to him, but he was also ashamed to admit that part of him was really happy to avoid the topic. After all, what if Kinkajou sorted out her feelings and decided she didn't feel the same way about him? Or worse, what if she did? How could he ever be sure those were her true feelings, and not the love spell twisting her mind? He worried about this often, never coming to a satisfying conclusion. Instead, he found himself checking out books solely to have one ready in need of return in case the two of them ended up alone together.
But the breeze coming into the prey center tickled his wings, promising fresh starts. Maybe this was his sign to stop running away. "Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to impose...”
“It’s not imposing when I'm the one asking you, silly. Trust me, the rainforest is awesome. It definitely beats whatever boring stuff you were planning to do here.”
Turtle looked to Qibli for support who gave him an encouraging nod. “Well, if you are insisting… sure, that sounds fun.”
“YAY! Oh my gosh, I gotta send Glory a letter and let her know.”
The chatter continued but Turtle found it hard to pay attention. His focus kept drifting toward all the late-night scenarios he had crafted in his head, all the ways she could reciprocate or deny his feelings. He picked at his trout, finding himself not as hungry anymore, his stomach full with apprehension.
Over the next two weeks, it grew increasingly clear to Turtle that he was not cut out to be a RainWing. His large frame, which glided effortlessly through water, struggled in the dense rainforest canopy, and his thick claws, great for catching fish and prying open shells, lacked the dexterity required for peeling the fibrous skin of a fresh mango; he was scared of heights and was awful at their games, all of which seemed to revolve around natural RainWing abilities like their prehensile tails and camouflage. He was a fish out of water. A big, oafish, fish.
It never bothered Kinkajou, though. She hung her hammock up next to his even though the more prized spots up higher hadn’t been claimed yet. She peeled mangoes for him when he couldn't manage, and when he inevitably messed one up she was happy to hide the evidence. And finding ways to include Turtle in their RainWing games seemed like it was more fun for her than the games themselves. So in spite of everything, he was having a wonderful time and was surprised to find the love spell had barely entered his thoughts.
But the longer the break went, the more Turtle started to wonder if this was Kinkajou's way of saying she wanted to be just friends without needing to say it. That thought hurt a little more than he expected it would, but like medicine on a jellyfish sting: the pain began to dull, and he found he was grateful just to be in her life again.
“Psst, Turtle. Are you still awake?” There was a poking at his side. Turtle cracked open an eye to see Kinkajou excitedly staring down at him in his hammock, a small clay container in her talons.
“What is that?”
“This,” Kinkajou said, dangling the jar in her talons, “is the most fun thing a dragon can do in the Rainforest.”
Turtle rubbed his eyes and then sat up. “That… really didn’t answer the question.”
“Keep your fins on, I was getting to that.” She lifted the lid and tipped the jar towards Turtle; the thick liquid sloshed around inside, clinging to the sides.
“Great reef, that smells like a whale fall,” Turtle said, the pungent smell burning his nostrils. “How can this be 'the most fun thing to do in the Rainforest?'”
“A whale-what?”
“It smells bad.”
“Oh. Yeah it does,” Kinkajou said with a grin. “You definitely have to pinch your nose when you drink it.”
“You drink it? Who would willingly do that?” Turtle already felt his stomach revolting against the idea. The liquid smelled so foul; how could anybody keep it down? But if Kinkajou was offering it, surely it couldn’t be that bad, right? After all, her favorite foods were all so sweet.
“Well you could rub it into your scales, but then you’d have to pinch your nose for an even longer time. And there’s always… the other end, but drinking it is the best way, trust me.”
Turtle grimaced. “I trust you. It’s the liquid I’m not so sure of.”
“Then trust me when I say it feels amazing. Like bathing in the warm sun or extra sweet fruit. And when you touch another dragon… three moons; it's pretty much the best thing ever." A ripple of many colors, yellow, pink, and red flowed over Kinkajou's scales.
“Touching another dragon?”
“Of course, that's only if you both want to,” Kinkajou quickly amended, seeming to pick up on his concern. “It doesn't force you to do anything—just lowers your inhibitions so you don't worry or feel shy, and makes everything feel really good.”
That eased Turtle’s worries some, and not feeling so nervous and shy—his normal state of being—sounded amazing. He eyed the jar, mulling it over, then with some reluctance, said,“I guess that does sound nice. Alright, I'll try it.”
“Yes!” Kinkajou shouted excitedly, her scales oscillating through all the colors of the rainbow. Her energy was infectious, and he found the patterns on his scales lighting up randomly in response, like a young SeaWing dragonet trying to speak underwater for the first time. “But to do this right, we need to grab a higher spot! Down here will not cut it.”
Turtle cast a rueful glance up towards the lofty canopy. Heights. Oh, how he hated heights. But this was for Kinkajou, and for her he would do most anything. Even really scary, terrifying things like sleeping so high up you can’t see the ground. He swallowed, clearing the lump in his throat, and said, “If you say so.”
“I do!”
Gold rippled over Kinkajou’s scales as Turtle helped her undo the thick knots of his hammock. Their talons working in tandem, she said, “You know, despite how it smells, the oil itself doesn’t actually taste all that bad. It’s all the extra stuff that they mix into it to keep it fresh that stinks. But trust me, it’s way better than what we used to do before Glory arrived. Would you believe RainWing's used to lick the frogs directly? Yuck!”
By the time they had finished untying the hammocks, Turtle had found that his talons had steadied and his breathing had calmed to a steady pace; Kinkajou’s casual chatter had put him at ease. Still, as they made their way to the top of the canopy, he made sure to keep his gaze always upward. For as the old SeaWing saying went, there was no need worry over a shark you couldn't see. Of course, a shark you couldn't see could still absolutely bite you, but Turtle did his best to not think about that.
Once they reached the top, Turtle understood why Kinkajou had been so insistent. Sunlight rained in from above, focused by holes in the canopy into concentrated beams that made the air glitter and sparkle. Long, flowing vines danced in the warm breeze, their flowers a vibrant mix of yellows and purples and pinks. It was like a dream come to life. “Wow,” Turtle mouthed to himself.
Kinkajou grinned at him, her chest blooming into lavender. “Told you it was worth it.”
Seeing Kinkajou so happy, Turtle couldn't help but smile. “Okay, okay. You were right.”
“Over here,” Kinkajou said, taking him to a spot between two thick branches surrounded by a beautiful array of flowers.
They set up their hammocks and settled into them, swaying gently as they made themselves comfortable. Wasting no time, Kinkajou fished the pot back out of her pouch, sat it on her chest, and opened it.
“Ack, it smells just as bad the second time,” Turtle said and covered his nostrils with a wing.
Kinkajou passed him the jar. “Here, it's your first time so you get the honor of the first sip.”
Turtle gave the jar a few skeptical swirls and watched as the thick liquid clung stubbornly to the jar’s walls. “Mine? O—oh, okay,” he said, his own nervous reflection staring back at him from within the jar.
Lifting the jar to his mouth, he closed his eyes. Here goes nothing, he thought as he tipped it into his mouth. The oil was fruity and sweet, exploding on his tongue in a kaleidoscope of different flavors: bananas, pineapples, mangoes, and more that he couldn't quite place.
'Well that wasn't what I was expected', Turtle thought, feeling silly for worrying about the taste. But then he swallowed and was immediately assaulted by an onslaught of new flavors, sharp and acrid, like a fish that had sat in the sun for too long, before being steeped in the foulest of medicines. He felt like he had just fallen for one of his uncle Shark's feints during battle training, the blunt end of a spear digging painfully into his stomach.
Kinkajou had her talons covering her mouth, but Turtle could tell from the splotches of color on her scales that she was trying not to laugh at whatever face he was making. “Oh wow, you kept down your lunch; that’s really good for your first time.”
His stomach churned, and he clutched it. If it was anyone else, he might have felt betrayed but he knew she meant it. “Don’t jinx it.”
“My turn!” Kinkajou squealed. She downed the remainder of the jar in one large gulp, giving no indication that she even tasted the vile liquid as she swallowed.
Dropping the jar beside the hammock, she laid back and let out a long, pleasured sigh. “Now what?” Turtle asked, feeling awkward. “Wasn’t something supposed to have happened?”
“You have to be patient,” Kinkajou said with a wink.
Patient. Be patient. He tried, he really did, but as he sat there waiting he found it impossible to stop his mind from racing. Trying to calm it, he focused on his surroundings. “What are those flowers on the vines?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“Orchids! They're my favorite. It's why I like this spot so much. Each one reminds me of a dragon in my life that makes me feel safe. Like that one there.” Kinkajou pointed to a deep emerald orchid with paler green dots. “That one is you.”
“Because it's green?”
“Well yeah, but also because even though it’s hidden itself away from so many of the other orchids, if you follow its roots, it isn’t alone. Its got friends here, and here, and even here.”
Her talons moved from flower to flower and Turtle noticed how surrounded ‘his’ flower was with friends. Blushing, he moved to quickly change the subject. “And what is that one?” he asked, pointing to a wide, flat plant with gnarly thorns that looked like miniature fangs. Could plants bite. This plant looked like it could bite.
“Oh, that one? That’s Peril.”
Turtle laughed. “Kinkajou, be nice.”
“What! I am! I love that flower. It keeps all the bugs away.”
“Oh,” Turtle said, stifling the rest of his laughter, surprised by her earnest response. “Well, then I like it too. Even if it looks like it might eat me at any moment.”
For the first time in a long, long while, Turtle felt at ease. The sunlight was nice on his scales, filling him to his core with its warmth. He let out a low, throaty thrum. This was nice. Kinkajou was nice. Kinkajou was the most beautiful and sweet dragon he had ever known, and she had wanted to do this with him of all dragons. Without thinking, he slipped his talons into hers and squeezed them. They felt wonderful to the touch, bright and intimate, as vibrant to touch as they were to look at.
“Well, someone's feeling good."
“Sorry,” he said, blushing and tugging his talons free. “It just felt right.”
But Kinkajou reached out and stopped him, then wove her talons between his again. “Rule number one for today: if it feels right, it is right,” she said, her voice sweet and encouraging.
She drew him in close, wiggling under his arm so she could lay her head on his chest. It was an intimate gesture, one that had her so close he couldn’t help but catch her scent. It was fruity and spicy, tickling his nose and his breath caught. He ghosted his claw-tips over her side. Breathe, breathe, he reminded himself as his heart pounded.
Kinkajou hummed in approval. She arched up into his touch, and Turtle spread his webbed fingers wider and wider until he was rubbing her with his palm. Vibrant pink rippled out from her soft scales wherever he touched, like a pebble skipping across still water. He shivered, feeling the edges of himself smooth out, and the boundaries between the two of them disappeared; his touch and her scales were one.
“Much better,” Kinkajou purred, curling against him and exposing more of her soft body to his talons. Her pupils had grown dilated and he could feel her quick pulse against his chest. They were both alive. So beautifully alive.
I bet my eyes look the same, Turtle thought. Kinkajou ran her talons along his chest, and his scales lit up. He purred, but unlike hers, which was soft and cute, his was deep and resounding, like an orca’s song. His shyness gone, he held the note, letting it ring throughout the canopy.
“Now that’s a noise I’ve never heard you make.” Her tone was playful in the same way it was when she had a juicy piece of gossip she was dying to share.
Turtle sighed. This was the best; he could lay like this forever. “Yeah… I feel like I'm dreaming.”
“Well then it seems like it's a good one.” Kinkajou nodded towards his stomach. Following her motion down past his waist, Turtle spotted a pale green cock tip peeking out of a slit. He stared at it for a moment, lost in the pleasant fog that was swirling in his head before realizing it wasn't just ‘a cocktip peeking out of a slit’, it was his cock tip.
He squeezed his legs closed, but was surprised when Kinkajou stopped him and gently guided his legs open again. “I didn’t say I mind.”
His breath hitched as she made delicate circles on his thigh. The touch bloomed under his scales and spread into his stomach where it fluttered like butterflies. In response, more of his cock slipped free, growing up his belly like a thick vine. "Kinkajou…” he gasped. It was half protest, half declaration.
Her talons moved in closer; he didn’t move to stop her. They skipped over the sensitive scales of his slit before curling around his cock. “Does this feel right?”
He nodded; nothing had ever felt this right.
She gave his cock an experimental stroke. Then another. With each tender motion, his cock exposed itself more and more until finally it was on full display, flexing this way and that. “It moved!” Kinkajou squealed, transfixed by its erratic movements.
“It’s a S—seaWing thing,” Turtle managed between heavy, labored breaths. It felt like his brain was melting, Kinkajou's touch making it hard to focus. “I can m—move it.”
He flexed his cock again, and it wiggled in Kinkajou’s palm. A large bead of precum had formed on its tip, glittering in the sunlight, a jewel of a prize just waiting to be claimed. Turtle watched it, transfixed by the unlikely beauty of it.
“Ooh, like my tail. That's so cool,” Kinkajou said, her eyes wide with wonder. She twined her tail expertly with his own as if to demonstrate, and then stroked him again, gathering the precum from his tip and spreading it along his cock causing his whole length to gleam.
Turtle gasped and arched into the warm, slippery feeling, his cock rising from his belly. His toes curled as she worked him from base to tip and back again, rolling her wrist with a twisting motion that Turtle found hard to follow, his senses clouded with pleasure. A knot tightened and churned just below his stomach, and more pre oozed from his tip.
“That’s it, just lay back and let me take care of you.”
Kinkajou's words danced in his head, sweet and musical. She wanted to take care of him. Kinkajou, the most wonderful dragon in all of Pyrrhia. He let out a long, shaky breath, sinking into the sensation of her talons as they caressed his sensitive cock. His eyes droop closed, his world reduced to each pleasurable stroke.
Then, the pleasure suddenly stopped. Dazed, Turtle opened his eyes to find Kinkajou gripping the base of his cock, her talons pressed firmly against his slick slit, parting his soft teal scales and revealing the pink inside. Is she tired? Turtle wondered, his impaired thoughts coming slowly.
She wasn’t.
Leaning forward, Kinkajou wrapped her thin, snake-like tongue around the tip of his length and drew him into her maw. Turtle growled, low and throaty, and pushed his head back into the hammock as Kinkajou bobbed her head down inch after inch. He watched her, struggling to comprehend the sight, his head awash in ecstatic pleasure. Kinkajou was sucking his cock. It felt like it shouldn't be real, but it was. He could feel her breath around his flesh, and it was hot. Very hot.
The heat spread, building under his scales until his whole body glowed. His chest tightened, forcing him to take short, unsatisfying breaths that never seemed to bring with them enough air. She twisted her head, dragging her mouth across his cock, opening it wide to tease his tip with her tongue and then sealing herself back around him. All the while her scales sang: pinks and yellows and purples; her enjoyment on full display.
“Oh, fuck,” Turtle groaned. Just below his stomach was a knot of pressure, building, tightening. His spine arched. Then rounded. His talons grasped frantically for something to hold onto, something to ground him as the world threatened to come undone.
They found Kinkajou’s head.
With a loud, canopy shaking moan, Turtle came, pumping his hips as each throbbing pulse of his cock sent another heavy shot into Kinkajou’s mouth. She didn’t fight it, instead letting out a rumble of approval as he ground his slit against her mouth, riding out his explosive orgasm.
Turtle let out a long sigh of relief and went slack, releasing Kinkajou as he did. Rolling to her side, she drew her tongue across her snout and said, “Three moons, you were holding in a lot. Feel better now?”
Huff… huff… huff. Turtles breaths came out quickly as in his release some of the clouds in his brain seemed to clear; a small respite in the storm of pleasure.
“Much,” Turtle said, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. He gazed at Kinkajou with a look of renewed adoration. Dappled light broke through the canopy, rippling across her scales like she was made of shimmering sea-glass. “Your scales are so beautiful in the sunlight.”
Yellow rippled across Kinkajou's surprised face before shifting to a playful red. “I bet you say that to all the dragons who suck you dick.”
“No!” Turtle said in haste. Kinkajou was the best dragon there ever was, and she needed to know that. “I mean it. You’re beautiful. I’ve always thought so. You know how I feel about you.”
The words spilled from his mouth quickly.
“I do.” Kinkajou's face softened into one of affection. She traced along the royal spirals across Turtle's wings with a delicate talon. “And I think you’re beautiful too. And I think I like you a lot. And I think, maybe, if you had spent less time avoiding me for the past FOREVER, you would have found out that I think we should be beautiful dragons that like each other a lot, together. If you think you'd still like that.”
Turtle blinked at her, the drug swirling in his head, churning her words like driftwood. He stared at her, trying to piece her words together. Even then, he only managed to dumbly ask, "So you mean…?"
“Three moons, Turtle,” Kinkajou said, exasperated. “I've been flirting with you since we got here. Do you think I peel mangoes like for anyone else?"
Turtle felt woozy, like all the blood in his body was rushing to his head. Everything he had ever wanted to hear was being said to him, and yet he couldn't shake his doubts. “But— How can you be sure?”
Kinkajou laced her talons with his. “Because it feels right.”
Turtle let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. She made it sound so simple. “And you trust that?”
“I do.” She squeezed his talon tightly. “Do you trust me?”
There was no one Turtle trusted more. “Of course,” he answered at once.
“Then that's that.”
All the tension seemed to melt away at once, and Turtle laughed , his joy bubbling over. This didn’t feel real, but Kinkajou’s talons knotted with his own assured him it was. He watched the joy spread over her scales and wondered what audacious colors his would be turning if he were a RainWing.
“Now then,” Kinkajou continued, “would my boyfriend like to return the favor?"
It was such a simple word, but one that filled him with an indescribable happiness. He held onto that feeling as she guided his talons along her stomach and pressed them between her legs. If not for the frog oil coursing through his body, his talons might have been shaking. Instead, they remained steady, soaking in the heat radiating from the supple scales of her pussy.
“I've never done this before,” he admitted, his heart pounding in his chest.
Kinkajou smiled. “Just follow my lead.”
He nodded, and she pressed on his talons, exhaling softly as they parted her soft pussy lips with ease. “There we go… now rub.”
“Like this?” Turtle asked, testing at the tender warmth. It was softer than he imagined, and he found himself taking care not to hurt her.
“You can press a little harder. Yeah, like that.” She let out a soft hiss of pleasure and released Turtle’s talons.
He continued on without her guidance, teasing along her tender lips. In time, he grew more confident, urged on by the cute noises that she was making, and with that confidence he let his talons slip in further and further, until finally his thick digits were penetrating her with each downward stroke. He paused, noticing that his talons had grown quite wet, coated with her arousal. Holding them up near his face, he flexed them and rubbed them together, watching as the fluid clung to his scales.
“Give it a try, if you're curious,” Kinkajou said, seeming to read his mind. “It's good, I promise.”
Turtle gave his first talon a testing lick, and his eyes widened in surprise; it was fantastic. “It's sweeter than I expected,” he said, licking the rest of his talons clean.
“Right? Though I still think guys taste way better.”
“You've done this with other girls?” Turtle asked, blushing. Despite his many brothers, talking about sex still made him shy.
Kinkajou laughed.
“Wouldn't you like to know,” she teased, smacking him playfully with her tail. “But enough talking, I have a way better use for your tongue.”
She spread her legs wide for him, showing off everything. In the sunlight, the scales of her pussy shimmered, swollen and slick. He swallowed hard, leaning his face closer to it.
“Just start slow like you did with your talons,” she said, sensing his apprehension. “But don't hold back; I can handle it. And don’t ignore this,” she said, running her talons over the little hooded nub that Turtle knew to be her clitoris.
Turtle inhaled, taking in Kinkajou’s scent. The thick aroma drove him forward, and he gave her folds an experimental lick, gathering up her sweet taste on his tongue. Kinkajou softly sighed. Feeling encouraged, Turtle gave her another lick, this time with more force behind it, his tongue parting her folds letting him taste her deeper.
“Mmm, yeah. Just like that,” Kinkajou moaned, placing her talons on his head and giving him a warm smile. “Good boy.”
The praise warmed Turtle’s ears. He pressed his face in closer, flicking at her clit and earning an appreciative gasp. Her scent swelled, warm in his nose. Talons scratched at his scales, unable to find a hold, but urging him deeper all the same. He probed her entrance before slipping in.
“Yes, yes!” Kinkajou cried, her voice pitching up as his tongue plunged deep inside her. Was she close? Was that what it sounded like when a girl was close? He wasn’t sure, but what Kinkajou wanted couldn’t be more clear. He lapped at her walls, feeling them flex around his thick tongue. Her taste buzzed through his skull until his desire coalesced down into a single point: getting more.
Time lost all meaning as his pace increased, his tongue pushing in faster, harder. Kinkajou’s juices coated his snout and her breathing turned, first to heavy gasps, then to unintelligible hitching noises as he fucked her with his tongue, paying special mind to not ignore her sensitive, throbbing clit. Suddenly, her talons found his head once again, and he could sense that her climax was near. He didn’t let up, pressing his tongue in deeper with each thrust, his jaw straining as his thick organ stretched her pussy to its limits. She was nearly shouting now as she ground her hips against his face, trying desperately to force him deeper.
She came with a shuddering cry, her thighs clamping down around his head holding his snout firmly against her swollen lips as she rode it out on his tongue. Her spicy-sweet juices released into mouth, and he enthusiastically swallowed every drop, letting none go to waste.
“Oh, Turtle…,” she sighed, her hips losing their momentum as she came back to her senses. The grip on his head remained firm, which was just fine with him; there was no place he’d rather be at this moment. He thumped his tail happily on the hammock, flexing his tongue a few more times, delighting in the small squeals it elicited from Kinkajou. All the while his cock strained against the fabric of the hammock, trapped between it and his belly.
Kinkajou’s grip relaxed, and with a satisfied sigh she said, “I needed that.”
Turtle swished his tongue around his mouth, savoring her taste.
“Was that okay?” he asked.
“Are you kidding—that was amazing! Your tongue is so thick…and the way you move it— three moons! We're doing that again before we leave.”
Turtle blushed, his head dizzy from the praise (or was it the frog oil? It was probably the frog oil) and said, "I’d like that a lot.”
At this point, in all the romance scrolls Turtle had ever read, the man always said something romantic that made the girl swoon, but try as he might, Turtle couldn't come up with anything that didn't sound corny and dumb—but then again, maybe he didn't have to? After all, he wasn't some perfect, handsome romance scroll lead. He was just Turtle. And if today had taught him anything it was that Kinkajou was perfectly happy with ‘just Turtle'.
“If you liked that, then I'm excited to hear your opinion on the next activity,” Kinkajou purred. She tangled their talons and pulled him on top of her so that they were belly-to-belly. With their heartbeats touching, a pleasant warmth spread over him. But it was more than just the sunlight coming through the canopy, it was the world that felt warm on his scales, like he was being diffused through the green leaves and hanging orchids and crawling vines.
Turtle shifted his weight, his stiff cock pulsing, trapped between their two bodies. “Kinkajou—”
The kiss caught him like a crosscurrent, sending his thoughts spiraling away in a shock of bubbles. Kinkajou’s slender snout was pressed to his, her scales a deep, passionate red. It took another beat for him to realize it was open, and then another to understand what she was asking for. A kiss. After all they had done that day, it was a simple request, but Turtle’s heart pounded all the same. He answered it, determined to take the lead for the first time that day and found her slender, forked tongue.
He held the kiss, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Kinkajou’s talons found his back, sharp claws teasing his scales as her tongue met his again and again, tasting of the fresh mangoes they had for lunch.
His cock throbbed, trapped against Kinkajou’s soft mound. He thrust his hips, trying unsuccessfully to line it up without breaking the kiss; that’s how they did it in all the stories. Finally, Kinkajou broke the kiss, her face flustered with need. “Fuck me, Turtle."
“O-okay.” Turtle stumbled back a bit, raising his hips and freeing his trapped erection. He wrapped a talon around it and flexed it a few times, lining the prehensile tip up with Kinkajou's swollen folds. Heat radiated from them, warm and inviting.
His breath snagged in his chest as his mind swirled with fears, and he hesitated. What if he came too early—or worse, what if he couldn’t cum at all? Would that make Kinkajou feel bad? Should he finish inside her or pull out at the last moment? Did Kinkajou want dragonets? Did he? He met Kinkajou's eyes, seeing nothing in them but love and, most importantly, trust, and those worries felt pointless. This felt right. Nothing had ever felt as right as this.
He thrust forward, and Kinkajou buried her snout into his neck, letting out a muffled moan. She was already slick, and her warm walls flexed around him, squeezing his cock like a gentle, familiar hug. He moaned, already wanting more, slipping out the few inches he had speared in her only so he could work the next few in. He pressed her into the hammock with his body, feeling her claws catch the scales on his shoulders as he spread her open around his cock.
But the hammock was wobbly beneath his legs, and he felt like a SeaWing dragonet trying to find his land-legs for the first time. Each thrust was a fight to find a consistent rhythm: too shallow; too angled; too short. He was blowing it.
“Here, let me,” Kinkajou said, throwing her legs around his waist. Her talons found his chest, and, with a gentle shove, he found himself tumbling backward onto the hammock.
She stretched her wings, her body haloed by the sun’s warm rays as she straddled his waist. With a satisfied sigh, she let herself sink down on his length until he was fully hilted inside her.
“Much better,” she sighed, her breath airy.
Seeing her soft scales flush with his own felt like a dream come true. But unlike a dream, he could feel it. The warmth; the wetness; the way her walls gripped his cock. They were all real. His breath caught, and he said, “You’re incredible.”
“I know,” Kinkajou teased, grinding her hips into him. Her pussy pressed against his slit in lewd, wet kisses. She ran her talons along his chest and fondled his chubby belly. Her scales changed to a playful shade of green, lighter than his own, and she added, “You are too. And so is this.”
A warmth swelled under Turtle’s scales as Kinkajou began to slowly ride his cock. She was soft but deliberate, taking his cock from the tip down to his slit with each sensual roll of her hips. Turtle let out a deep, throaty moan that rivaled the largest of orcas. The pleasure of Kinkajou's soft walls was unlike anything he had ever felt, washing over him in warm, gentle waves that reached up his body like the changing tide until they were pulling him under. His eyes fluttered closed, content to let them submerge him.
Kinkajou was meeting his lap more sharply now. “Oh, Turtle…” she moaned, wet, hot arousal leaked down her thighs and all over Turtle, thickening the air with her spicy-sweet scent, leaving his head even more fuzzy and confused.
“Kinkajou…” Turtle said in response, trying and failing to find the words he wanted amidst the swirling warmth in his head. His cock flexed wildly, riding the wave of euphoria, bending and twisting on its own, seeking each and every inch of her tight pussy.
Kinkajou let out a pitched cry of pleasure and clamped her walls down tightly around his cock. Her scales shifted―yellow, pink, purple―before settling on a deep shade of scarlet red. “Fuck, yes— Right there! Whatever you are doing with your cock, don't stop.”
A ripple of pleasure shot over Turtle, and the patterns on his scales lit up, a kaleidoscope of nonsense like a SeaWing dragonet trying to speak aquatic for the first time. Everything was so much: touch, smell, sound; they all threatened to overwhelm him. Suddenly, Kinkajou’s mouth was against his own, and she kissed him again. He welcomed it, his talons clutching her hips, something to steady him in the storm.
A familiar knot of pressure formed below Turtle’s gut. As if she could sense it, Kinkajou went faster, her pace growing frantic and her rhythm slipping. She entwined their tails and squeezed, throwing herself against his chest and letting out a series of staccato whines as her whole body seemed to lock up. Her pussy rippled, contracting tightly around his throbbing cock again and again as her orgasm crashed through her and all over him.
“I’m gonna—” Turtle was left gasping, his thoughts were crashing against his skull like violent waves, always receding just when he was on the cusp of understanding. The pressure grew sharper, and he scratched at her scales, flailing, trying desperately to hold onto anything real.
Whimpers caught in the back of his throat. He chased after the feeling, thrusting his hips up into hers. The beginning of a thought began to form―something about dragonets―and it was a miracle he found the lucidity to tug on it. Gasping, he asked, “Should I pull out?”
“Fill me,” Kinkajou gasped into his ear.
Turtle groaned, and all at once the pressure inside him released. His cock twitched and curled as it fired load after load into Kinkajou. She held him tight, riding out each wave of his release, kissing his neck and grinding down into his lap as if each shot of his hot cum was a precious gift.
At first, Turtle thought he had gone blind. Until his senses properly caught up with him, and he realized his eyes were closed. Even then, he had to blink away the pockets in his unsteady vision. His breaths came in loud, labored gasps; there wasn’t enough air in the world to satisfy him. He kept pumping his hips, riding through the thrumming friction that threatened to crack his scales from the inside out.
His hips slowed, and eventually stopped, a warmth beginning to pool on his thighs. He blinked his eyes, clearing his blurry vision, returning to the Phyriaa—to the world Kinkajou and him shared. Even still, he felt fake, like all his sharp edges had been sanded down and his body grafted to the scenery—to Kinkajou, the boundary between him and everything else fitting into small grooves. Slowly, he remembered how to use his arms, and moved them up to Kinkajou’s shoulders and squeezed. She made a surprised choking sound, then a laugh, then returned the hug. Realness flooded forward from her touch, filling up Turtle until he could find the edges of himself again.
Turtle laughed with her, as if all of his worries up until now had been one long joke. He thought of what the heroes in his scrolls might say to woo their love in a moment like this, before deciding he didn't need to be one of those heroes. So as his laughter tapered off, he said what felt right instead. “I love you."
Kinkajou kissed his snout. Her scales had settled on a pretty yellow, much like the flowers that surrounded their hammock, and she said something that he had given up hope on hearing, "I love you, too."
The prey room was rich with chatter from students sharing the excited tales of their days spent away on break. Turtle was seated at a large table with Moon, Qibli, Winter, Peril, and of course, Kinkajou, who was sitting directly beside him, her tail drooped softly over his own.
“Nobody kidnapped us this time, so that was nice,” Winter said.
“Not for your lack of trying,” Qibli said.
“Sounds boring then,” added Peril.
“It was exciting, actually. Who knew sand could come in so many different colors. And the stars? Breathtaking.” Moon tucked a smile in her cheek and glanced at Turtle. “But if I had to guess, I’d say someone else had an even more eventful break than we did?”
All eyes were on Turtle. He swallowed the bite of prey he was chewing and blushed as he realized Moon was directing her comment at him. “Me? I guess you could say it was eventful. We played games, did some tree gliding, ate way more fruit than I’ve ever had in my life, and took so many naps. It was more calming, than eventful, actually.”
Kinkajou’s eyes shone. “I made an honorary RainWing out of him! He has a lot of talent for RainWing games. Almost as much talent as he has with his―”
Turtle thwapped her tail with his, and she squeaked, before continuing, “―with his writing! He shared so many of his scrolls with us; the dragonets loved them!”
She leaned in close to Moon and whispered just barely loud enough that Turtle could still hear her, “I’ll tell you all about it later, Moon!”
Qibli gave Turtle a knowing smile. “Well, whatever happened, it seems like it did a lot for you two."
“What? What is that supposed to mean?" Winter said, then stopped, squinting at Turtle, then at Kinkajou. "Wait," he said slowly. "Are you two dating now or something?”
Turtle dipped his head to avoid everyone’s stares.
“WHAT?” Peril exclaimed, standing up. “Is everyone at this table dating each other? Am I supposed to be dating someone too? Is this some weird thing about being friends that I don't know about?”
Turtle put up his claws defensively as Peril began eyeing him like she was trying to pick out the best way roast him alive. "No. This just, um, happened."
"Good," Peril said, settling down. "It would have been really hard given that I set every dragon I touch on fire. And dating seems to involve a lot of touching."
Kinkajou looked around the table. “Wait, who else is dating?”
“Well…” Moon started, taking Qibli and Winter’s talons into her own. “I guess I have a lot to tell you about as well.”