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With both dragons absolutely satisfied, it was clear that Ember was impressed with the demonstration of this new type of pleasurable sex, even if she wasn't showing it directly, but I'll still have to prove it to her first hand. The demonstration was simply the kicker to actually convince her to try it herself, and as I took a peek under her, it seemed that unless there was a leak exactly above her in the cave, then her sex must be already quite moist due to her observations of the demonstration.
I took advantage of the situation by asking if she wanted to give what she just saw a try, but she became saddened, saying that there was still the tradition that only bonded lovers could engage in mating, and she had no lover... So she must wait for that time to come still.
This surprised me that she had not learned about all the rumors surrounding the couple yet, but I calmly asked her if she had heard a third rumors about those Teenager Dragons, to which she said no. Snickering, I explained that many of those Dragons were not bonded, and they were simply engaging in such activities as friends with benefits. Her eyes went blank as she processed this, but then lit up as she realized what it meant. I then asked if she wanted to try with the teacher himself, and this time, there was little resistance as she agreed quite forwardly, (although still trying to hide her interest in a tsundere manner).
Now it was simply a manner of sneaking out quietly to let the new generation of dragon lovers sleep in each other’s embrace...
When we arrived back into Ember's place of residence, she brought me to her area of rest... It was more basic than I expected, somewhat a little sad even, for a Dragon of high status such as her. It was a simple slab of heightened rock, craved and smoothened out with tempered Dragon fire, the hardness of the slab she called her bed was exactly as one would expect, but it’s smooth, cold touch couldn’t possibly be comfortable to rest on at all, even for a dragon.
As she laid on top on it, I could visually see her discomfort from her lack of any expression of comfort. What I meant from that was, a bed should provide a more reliving experience from the transition of just standing around, but from seeing no change at all, the bed was only providing a place to sprawl over and nothing more, therefore, I sought to change that.
I looked around the cave and found several old items lined up against the war, including armor, weapons and goods that were clearly taken, as Dragons did not create such items themselves. One such item was an old rolled-up Saddle Arabian rug of marvelous thickness, the perfect item of comfort for this situation. Unfurling the rug as I took it with my magic, I motioned to Ember to let the teacher prepare the room, and to remove herself from the slab of rock as respectfully as I could, she was still a Princess after all.
I placed the old rug upon the slab, and instructed Ember to sit upon it, and as she did, she felt the rough yet soft fibers cushion her weight, the coldness of the rock no longer apparent. And as she realized this, she smiled, but quickly dismissed it as she saw me looking. Laughing under my breath at her not so subtle attempts to remain unimpressed, I joined her and sat down too, letting myself enjoy the momentary comfort that the bed was solely missing only minutes ago.
I had closed my eyes to focus on the feeling of the thick rug beneath my hooves, but had to open them again once I heard Ember moving again. The view was not what I had expected when my eyes regained their focus, a Dragon Princess with her rear up and face down, but with her tail protecting her special area. It seemed she was both eager but didn't want it either, such strange behavior I suppose. Yet, to be fair she wanted to get started, and I was taking my sweet time. But this was not how it should be done I told her, for this was a traditional Dragon mating position, and that would just not do.
Lying on my back, I requested for her to lay upon my torso facing the same way I was, her confusion mixed with frustration created a cute huff that was meant to sound more angry than meek, before she complied, letting herself fall gently into my embrace. I held her by her waist as I took in her scent and felt her warm body heat, the appreciation of her unique form and beauty of her species coaxed feelings of hunger for love from within, and thus, the desired reaction from my lower regions…
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