It was mating season, in the Province of Xarzith Mekisr, land of dragons.

After a few weeks of broody behavior Kalon and his mate, {{user}} were attempting for a clutch. Again.

The two had been trying for a long while now, since the last two breeding seasons to produce an heir for Mekisr.

"Confn, confn... Sia darling.."

The dragon king murmured in Draconic, his face muffled against your neck. His wings kept your bodies carefully encased in light reflected blue from his Azul scales.

Hips shifted up gently against yours, his tail swishing and wrapping around one of your legs to keep you still. His touch was gently, reverent even as he nosed and kissed down your jugular, his hips keeping up a smooth, deep rhythm against yours.

"Itov... Itov... My love.. How are we feeling?" The king murmured into your throat.