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https://www.furaffinity.net/user/kirsy36
https://t.me/Kirsy666
https://boosty.to/kirsyfurr

Comissioner's Link:
https://www.furaffinity.net/user/wolvesatyourdoor

Story the commissioner wrote for this.
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Growing up as a princess, Jenna had grown up knowing that her purpose was to one day marry and continue the royal lineage. Her childhood had been a revolving series of lessons on every subject that she could have ever imagined. Her family had always placed a great importance on preserving knowledge, their library one of the largest in the lands and open to any scholar that sought to use it. Elves, dwarves, lizardmen, all types of strange and unusual races presented themself before the king to request access to the library. Each one was given the opportunity as long as they provided some form of teaching to the young princess.

None of them stayed as long, however, as the dragon Ignitus.

He was old, even amongst dragons. An elder of their race, he was still formidable with powerful wings that could effortlessly lift him off the ground and sharp claws that would click on the stone floors of the castle. She had been uncertain of the fearsome creature at first, finding herself doing everything she could to avoid her lessons as was expected from an unruly teenager. Each time she was brought before him, he would give her a soft smile before beginning their lesson.

She had resented him for the longest time. His lessons were the most boring, after all. Where others would teach her the art of fencing, horse-back riding, even baking, his focus was on history. She had fallen asleep in his class countless times, only to wake with a gentle tap on her shoulder while his rumbling voice continued on whatever paragraph he was on. It had taken her a while to realize that most of the history he read about were times that he had experienced first hand. So old was the dragon that he had seen countless kings rise and fall, and when questioned why he was willing to teach her, he simply smiled and gave a shrug of his broad shoulders.

Jenna wasn't sure when it was that she started to truly admire him for his intellect. He had quickly proven himself to be the smartest man she had ever met, seemingly having an answer for every question that she asked of him. Jenna had gone through every book of riddles and puzzles she could find in the palace library, and he was able to solve them all without issue. More and more time was spent in his classroom, her other duties beginning to fall to the wayside just so she could listen to him talk about his past for a bit longer. She learned that he had never taken a mate, something that surprised her greatly.

It was clearly a matter of embarrassment for the old dragon, that he had never bred even in his advance age and he always tried to change the subject. It made Jenna puff her cheeks up in annoyance every time as she insisted that she was a woman that had her monthly bleed.

As the years passed and Jenna reached 18 years of age, other girls boasted of the stable boys, the kitchen apprentices, the squires that they had taken off to experiment with. Jenna found herself wishing that she could share a story of her own, but the object of her affection was so different than she was. Was it something that could even happen? A dragon was a magical creature, and when Ignitus spoke of his past it was always with a solemn voice that remembered every friend he had lost along the way. Would she be one of them?

On the day that Ignitus was set to leave the castle, proclaiming that she had learned everything that he had to teach her, that was when Jenna made her move. It had been just the two of them in the classroom at the top of the tower that they had shared for the past four years. It seemed so empty with all the books returned to the library and the desks pulled off to the side. The ink and quills, the parchment and papyrus had all been stored away. Soon this tower would forget the laughs that had been shared here, the stories of the past that had been vividly brought to life before Jenna's eyes.

As she approached the elder dragon, she reached up with one hand, surprising him by tucking her fingers beneath his chin and slowly rubbing it. Her mouth opened, the words that needed to be said almost slipping out before she looked into his eyes. For the first time, she realized just how much sorrow was depicted in the depths of his gaze, a sadness that seemed to echo outwards from him. Jenna bit down on her lip before leaning forward and placing a gentle, tender kiss on his scaly lips.

"I will always remember you teacher. I love you"

He hadn't a response for that, no longer how long she waited. His large, scaled head lowered, his eyes falling away from her. Before she could say another word he turned and raced forward, leaping from the balcony and throwing his wings wide to take to the sky. Jenna stood there till darkness fell over the kingdom, the night wind cooling the tears that ran down her face.

Seven long years passed in the blink of an eye. Her father and mother were getting older and as the only child of royalty it was expected of her to marry. Her father's bannermen were brought forth, lords of noble birth that greeted her warmly and exuberantly. They brought with them gifts, riches untold from lands far beyond the great sea. Each tried to curry her favor with a king's ransom, and each was met with the same apathetic thanks.

Feasts were held, jousts on the tournament grounds that brought in the villagers from all around to watch. It was expected of her to bestow her favor on one of the brave knights about to ride in battle, but she could never bring herself to do it.

At night the halls of the castle would echo with the raucous laughter rising up from the feasting hall where men tried to drink her father dry. Jenna would lay in bed, staring towards the window at the distant starry sky, and she would imagine the one suitor that she wanted more than anyone else. One day as a great melee was being held with blunted tournament swords, Jenna overheard a pair of peasants talking about an unusual sight.

A dragon, a creature that hadn't been seen in years in the kingdom. Jenna's heart pounded in her chest, her hands tightening into the wooden bench enough to drive splinters into her fingers. As soon as she heard where he had been sighted - an old graveyard on the edge of the woods - she came up with an excuse to slip away.

The sun was going down by the time she finally made it to the graveyard, her body beaded with sweat, her beautiful cloth dress torn and stained in half a dozen places. Her heart ached for she felt that she must have been too late, but then she saw him. Her teacher hadn't changed in the past seven years, he was still the man that she had fantasized about for so long. It was enough to make her eyes water as she slowly began to approach him. The dragon turned his head at her approach, his sorrowful eyes widening before she saw something new there.

Happiness. Hope. And dare she say...desire?

Jenna was running before she realized it, suddenly embraced by his powerful front legs and drawn to his scaly chest. It made her cry out in joy as she breathed in the familiar scent of rich spices and old paper that she had come to associate with the elder dragon.

"I missed you so much, teacher..."

"And I...I you, little one."

Jenna let the tears fall, making no attempt to stop or slow them. She cried as she embraced her beloved teacher, some missing part of her finally whole again. His warmth was intoxicating, his presence around her leaving her feel safer than she had ever had before in her life. Behind stone walls she had been raised, but it was Ignitus grasp that guaranteed a far greater security.

"Why did you come back...?" The question was a simple one, but it made the dragon stiffen. She looked up at him and reached up, her hand returning to that familiar spot on his scaly chin and began to stroke him. "Please, the truth."

Ignitus rumbled softly in his chest and closed his eyes, and for the longest time she thought that she wouldn't get an answer. Finally, his eyes cracked open, their glorious, shining amber focusing on her.

"I came back for you, my little one."

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"What are you doing back there...?" Ignitus mused, his head turned to the side to try to catch a glimpse of his beloved under his tail.

Jenna didn't think it was possible for her to love the dragon anymore than she had for years, but after only three days together, he continued to surprise her. He was always gentle, he was loving, warm, and if he had his way he would never release her from his grasp. Leaving her home had been a difficult decision to make, but Jenna knew that her family would never accept her choice of husband. For they were well and truly married, thanks to a frightened priest in a remote chapel near the edge of the eastern mountains. The priest had insisted that she at least have the decency to put on a cloth shift before she entered the house of worship. Jenna had blushed, surprised at how quickly modesty had left her after only three days living in the wild with Ignitus.

Jenna had said her vows before Ignitus and the Gods, promising to be a diligent wife to her husband for the rest of her days. Ignitus had promised to always love and care for her, to provide for her. He had fumbled over the lines promising that he would do his duty as a man and leave her belly rounded with a child. It had excited Jenna more than she realized, and as she kissed him she took hold of his muzzle with both hands and pulled him close.

If she had realized that she was already pregnant, she would have been overjoyed beyond words.

The shift was tossed aside before they took back to the skies, flying deeper into the mountains. Their destination had been Igntius' home for decades, and the stories he had told her about it made her almost excited to reach it. It would be a far cry from the comforts of a castle, but it had everything that they needed. A natural spring that could be heated by Ignitus' fire breath, an abundance of food in the foothills - if you liked mutton, that was - and according to Ignitus, enough books to keep her occupied for the rest of her life.

All she needed, though, was him of course.

The air was cold up high, but the dragon was warm beneath her, and the feeling of his slick scales rubbing between her legs was enough to keep her focused on holding on. It excited her more than she wanted to admit, and when they took a break later in the day, she had requested him lift his tail into the air.

"Just a moment, dear." Jenna replied, almost breathless in excitement. Her beloved's scent was much stronger back here, the odor of hot spices growing almost sour with an overabundance of masculine musk. It made her nose trembling and left her weak human resistances crumbling away. Her eyes fixated on the back of his scaly, golden balls before slowly rising higher. They didn't stop until they landed on the dragon's tight, puckered anus.

It had been a story told by one of the more adventurous girls when she was still a teenager. Jenna hadn't believed her when she said that she had used her tongue on one of the stable boys. It had seemed too gross to even consider, but it had lingered in her mind until it had become a fantasy. Just once, she just wanted to try it at least once and she would be content.

Ignitus shivered when she placed her hands against his scaly hips, her knees digging into the soft grass as she leaned forward. Her eyes closed as her lips made contact with the fiery hot rim of his anus and gave it a long, firm kiss.

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One of my absolute biggest kinks is a female human rimming a male beast/animal/anthro. I've always adored the thought of it, and having it done consensually between two lovers? Sometimes it hits exactly what you're looking for.

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"A-Almost...almost..." Jenna bit down on her lower lip and whimpered softly, her legs trembling and trying to spread a little wider apart. She glanced down between her legs at the three white, cylindrical objects glistening with her juices, a fourth poking out between her pussy lips. It made her face redden to see just how stretched out she was, and she let out a soft huff and leaned back against the rock wall. The jungle environment wasn't helping matters in the slightest, the humidity and heat making her sweat. At least the plant that Ignitus had been having her ingest for the past week was doing a good job of keeping the insects away.

It had been several months since she had first found out that she was pregnant. It had started with her growing sick in the morning, and she had just chalked it up to the change in diet now that she was living in the mountains with Ignitus. Her belly had begun to swell, however, and beneath the skin she could feel six distinct shapes. It had left her stunned to say the least. She had joked with Ignitus since their marriage that he still needed to put a baby in her belly. It had been wishful thinking in truth, and she had begun to accept their species weren't compatible.

Magic truly had a funny way of changing things, however.

To say that Ignitus had been overjoyed was an understatement. The mountains and hills had echoed with the roars of delight that her husband had released. Overnight he had gone through a marked change. He treated her like glass, being ever gentle with her, their daily mating going achingly slow until she eventually pushed the old man onto his back and climbed on top of him. He had tried to voice his displeasure at the risk to their eggs, but she had shushed him before riding him to completion at her own rate. Ignitus had grown to enjoy being ridden, and as Jenna's belly swelled larger and larger he became far, far more aroused.

That her husband had a breeding kink wasn't lost on her, as she made sure to tease the old pervert for it every day. It made her laugh and smile, and he always took it in stride.

Every night they spent together with him curled protectively around her, his hand pressed ever so gently against her stomach. He whispered to her that he would like to return to his old nesting ground, a jungle a few days flight to the south. It had been tradition in his family, he admitted, stammering in his attempts to ensure that she of course had final say in the matter.

As long as they were together, she couldn't care less.

That was how she found herself in the jungle, her breasts heavy and aching with milk that dribbled from her erect nipples. Jenna had always had small breasts, but with how swollen they had gotten she had started to feel the back pain that her mother had always complained about. It made her giggle and not for the first time she wished that she had the body of a dragoness. After all, a female dragon didn't have breasts or teats, which made her wonder if her children would even be interested in drinking from her.

Their father certainly was. It had surprised her just how much he had taken to the flavor of her milk, and though it embarrassed her just as much as it did him, she welcomed it. It eased the swelling and ache in her breasts somewhat, and any relief was worth it to her.

She gave one more mighty push and cried out, her voice catching as the fourth egg finally slid out of her. No sooner had she laid it did she feel the pressure of a fifth one, and she gritted her teeth together. Jenna lifted her head to glare across the small clearing at Ignitus who watched her with worried eyes. A dragoness laying her clutch could be dangerous, he had told Jenna, and he wasn't going to take a risk with an ornery human.

"This is...y-your fault." Jenna tried to say it in her sternest voice, but she couldn't stop the giggle from breaking through. "Mmmph, a-all your fault...stupid, sexy dragon."

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And here it is, the start of a new family! At least they're officially married, so you can't claim the dragonets are bastards! Does that mean they're royalty and heirs to a kingdom?

Yes, yes it does. I for one welcome our dragon king or queen.

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Jenna grumbled to herself as she slipped out of her dream, her groggy eyes blinking a few times. The sound of water dripping on stone in the distance mixed with the sound of Ignitus' soft breathing at her side. The princess leaned back against Ignitus' warm, scaly flank and let out a soft, content sigh as her hands moved to rest on her large, swollen belly. Any day now they would need to return to the jungle so she could lay her next clutch...

It seemed like only yesterday she had laid six eggs under the watchful eye of her husband. Six eggs they had carefully collected and brought back to their home high in the mountains. Ever since then she had been watching them intently, waiting for the first sign of a crack. Ignitus assured her that it would take months if not a full year. So she had waited, and in that time she had made love to her husband countless times, allowing him access to her body whenever he pleased. The old man had found a new vigor with such a youthful wife at his side. Some nights he actually had more stamina left than she did!

"Little one?" She heard the questioning rumble coming from her side. "Is everything alright?"

Jenna smiled and turned to meet those amber eyes that she had fallen in love with. She remembered a time she had looked into them and seen such sorrow and sadness. Now all she could see was the love that he shared with her. With one hand on her belly, she reached out to scritch him under the chin, making the old man murr softly for her.

"Everything's perfectly fine, my beloved. I have everything I need ri-"

A loud crack suddenly echoed through the cavern. Both of them froze in an instant, and Jenna gasped in horror at the sight of a large crack running down the side of one of their eggs. It was the largest one in the pile, the last one that Jenna had forced out of her body. Her hands shook as she began to reach towards it, her eyes already beginning to water and soft, pleading words escaping her. Before she could touch it, however, it suddenly wobbled in place.

The cracks spread up and down, all over the sides in a spider web pattern before the top suddenly burst outwards in a shower of egg shards. Tucked away in the center of the egg, blinking its eyes was a small, reptilian face. It looked up between the two of them slowly and let out a soft, questioning chirrup. Its movements were wobbly and clumsy, and when it managed to pull itself from the remnants of its egg, a tiny set of wings unfolded from its back. Its scales were a crimson ruby, darker than its father's and similar to its mother's hair.

It watched them even now, inquisitive amber eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Jenna reached out towards it slowly, and though it initially flinched away, it leaned forward to sniff her hand. As soon as it caught her scent, it let out another cheery chirrup before pressing its scaled head against the bottom of her hand. Its horns were little more than nubs, the spikes on its tail not even existent. Still, it was impossible not to tell who their father was.

"Our..." Ignitus whispered, his tail curling tighter around the two of them. "Our child..."

Jenna was about to say something, but a series of sharp cracks cut her off. While her child's scaly nostrils flared and it began to crawl up into her lap on gangly, uncoordinated legs, its siblings were already beginning to break their way out.

A small, warm mouth clamped around one of her hard nipples, making her gasp before she felt her child begin to gentle suckle. It let out a sound akin to a feline's purr, its eyes closed and its wings tucked against its back.

Jenna could hold it in no longer.

She let the tears flow down her face. Tears of happiness, of joy, tears that made her laugh softly while Ignitus' tail formed a wall to keep the all too eager hatchlings from wandering away from their parents.

"Our family..."