When the war had ended, a Dragonbride had come to her village to deliver news of what king they would now be bound to, and to ask if there were any among the girls of the village who thought they had the steel in their spines sufficient enough to join and rise in the order. Despite a distinct lack of steel in her spine, Swyena had been practically pushed forward by her family, who had come to consider her a useless layabout with her head in the clouds. She had been awkward in her body then, an ugly duckling they thought unlikely to even marry well, and they were eager to pass her off. She had stood trembling before the cold eyed gaze of the Dragonbride, though it was more the giant dark green shape of her drake curled behind her that had weakened her knees, and with excitement instead of fear. Her first ride had taken her breath away, strapped into a saddle attached behind the woman's own. The beauty of the land below her, the magnificent strength and power of the beast between her legs, the most dangerous animal alive tamed and held to her thrall... That first taste had been enough to make her certain she would have her own dragon whatever it took. That eagerness had served her well in her training, where she had absorbed the ten thousand things a Dragonbride had to know with a mind like a sponge, never needing to indian be told a thing twice. Her fascination with the dragons had fuelled her quick rise among the ranks, and despite her lack of ability girl in combat, it was clear to those in charge of the training that she would be a more than sufficient rider. It had taken years, during which she had gone from awkward to passing fair, though there were no men to notice. She had hardly noticed herself, engulfed in her training, consumed by her need to have a dragon of her own, a need that burned in her bones every waking moment and filled her dreams when she slept. It was in the last month of her desi training, when she had already passed every test of confidence and knowledge that a Dragonbride must submit to, her position among the ranks already assured, when she was told the final secrets a Dragonbride must know. Upon the mesa of Sunspawn, she had been taken up through the fortress carved in the rock to the sheltered flat top, where the dragons were bred and fed. Parts of the secrets were known to her, before she saw. She had known from her training that dragons did not land, save to eat or to mate. They did not even land to sleep. She had known that the only dragons that could be ridden were males, the drakes. She had even known that most dragons were born female, but nude that most females died before laying eggs. She just had not put it together. No one ever had before seeing, or else the secret very of the Dragonbrides would have been known. There upon the top of Sunspawn, she had watched as female dragons only weeks old, fully grown but still no larger than a man, had been pinned to the ground and mounted by drakes as large as five horses. It seemed the females were built to take the disproportionate mating, as the shafts half as large as they were did not split them, but still many died from the rough coupling. Those few that were only injured afterward were promptly taken into the air by the male, and did not return until they were ready to lay. After laying, the male would eat them. While Swyena had watched, heart pounding as each part of the life cycle displayed by a different pair of dragons, a Dragonbride had explained. The mating habits of the dragons were the key to taming them. Why more female dragons were hatched than males was not known, but the males ensured only the strongest females survived to bear eggs, which was truthfully their only function. Male dragons were already the perfect predator, limited only by their intelligence, which was only slightly higher than a dog's. When a female died as they mated, they seemed not to care, eating the dead female as they would eat a man. When the female survived however, the drake would become extremely protective of her, fending off other males and any threat that came near, taking her away to hunt for her and feed her. No male would ever harm a living female after mating until she laid his eggs. This protective instict was what gave human females the ability to ride the drakes. All that had been needed was a way to consistently survive the mating, and it had been a simple matter to procure talismans that allowed a woman to temporarily grow to a size large enough to accomodate a dragon. Male dragons already preferred the largest female available, even to the point of mating with a larger female of another species instead of a female of their own kind. They would spurn a fertile female dragon without regret, in favor of a Dragonbride grown to nearly their own size. Even after they reduced themselves to normal size, the protective instinct that took hold of the drake would remain, her smell imprinted on his mind. They were running to me so I picked both of them up even though my hands were full, holding our purchases. If anyone were to see this, what would they think? Who wanted to show up college driving with their mom? She was too tired to indian leave. I hear a buzz of comments as I walk into the room. Earlier in the day I had masturbated like 3 times so I didn’t come in my usual 5 seconds and just as I was getting some rhythm I could tell that Mike was getting close…. Black hair, concerned expression, blue eyes… Nicole. It took desi more than a few minutes to build up my nerve to undo do her pants. I was just about to the stairs when Tom came out of the kitchen. She had inherited the large horse stud farm from her parents after nude they were killed in an auto accident. Her pussy walls were slick and accommodated his fleshy rod but they also gripped it tightly. He was funny, laid-back, and cooked great food. After about girl a solid minute of this, I used all the strength my tongue could muster and flicked her nipple. “Yes, good night!” I said before kissing her. As darkness arrived, or what passed for darkness in a Swedish summer (which is quite different from winter), I again found myself in bed with Jonas again. I wanted to make her cum, to give her pleasure. Two prominent, darkly crinkled lips now hung loosely downwards, slowly unfurling under their own weight. I screamed my abject pleasure, feeling the tension within my nethers wind tighter and tighter, feeling the boiling in my loins go from a simmer, to roil. She squeezed her eyes tight for a moment, claiming herself down, her hands resting on her throne's arms. When do you think very the paper work will be ready to be signed.