ADW Short: Night Watch

Draven stared at the night sky above his head. The moon rose high above his head, and the glitter of stars dotted the night sky. The stillness was almost profound and only broken by the distant croaks of nocturnal creatures in the muddy boglands surrounding the ancient watchtower. He relaxed on the stone floor, his eyes taking in the scenery. Looking down, he saw the glittering of the night stars reflect off his obsidian scales. It made him feel almost at one with the sky above. A brief moment of tranquility washed through him. It was a pause in the relentless tide of events over the last two days. The skirmish with The Earth Clan and the counterattack that captured the ancient stone sentinel from the claws of the muddy dragons that had called it home hours ago.

The watchtower was old. No doubt it predated the current tensions between the Swamp Clan and Earth Clan as parts of the tower crumbled in on itself. It sat at the edge of Earth Dragon territory on the edge of the no drakes land that separated the tribes. It was nestled on a grassy hill and towered over the landscape to give sentries on the top a full view of the skies above for any intruders. The spire of the watchtower was flat, and any shelter to prevent incoming landings had long worn away. Now, the only fortifications were the battlements around the top. A mild protection to resist dragonfire. The flat surface was room for roughly three dragons of average size, or perhaps two of Draven's size, to watch from all angles. In the center was an archway that led to a spiral staircase that led down into the belly of the watchtower below. A flicker of orange torchlight danced in the entranceway. It was likely the only source of light that would suggest the watchtower was occupied when seen from above. Below, he could see the dark outlines of his entourage. He had started the day with fifteen skilled dragons. Now, he only had twelve. He said he was going to be the lookout for the night, but he only really wanted a moment to get away—to rest his weary head on the cold stone floor, which bore testament to centuries of history and countless battles over land that had changed claws countless times.

The soft rustle of scales interrupted his thoughts. He recognized the dragon's presence when she came upon him and was not surprised that she had come. Scar's approach was nearly as fluid and silent as the shadows itself. His lieutenant and second in command, Scar wasn't her real name. Simply a nickname that she was given as a hatchling due to the jagged scar across her shoulder and the only blemish on her black-scaled skin. She stood at the entrance to the spire. Her eyes were soft but also calculating. She scrutinized Draven's features as if searching for any sign of the turmoil that occupied his mind.

Draven rested his eyes shut as she approached. Her eyes never left his still form as she quietly approached him, lingering on the drake's face as if searching for any cracks in his composure. She stood over him. Her presence was a sentinel of shadows, a silent reminder to the drake that he wasn't alone. They both experienced a momentous day. The tension grew, and each waited for the other to break the silence.

"Sleeping? Really? Shouldn't you be keeping watch?" Her voice was barely more than a gentle purr that reached his ear opening. He could almost hear the faint grin clawing its way across her face. Draven couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation as he felt her eyes on him. A warmth was igniting in the very core of his being. She stepped closer. Her movements were with each clawstep careful to avoid any sudden noises that might wake her superior's feigned sleep. Each step she took towards him was a measured, deliberate motion as if she was savoring the intimate nature of the moment.

"I never took you to be derelict in your duties.", her tone laced with a playful tease. Her soft and melodic voice resonated through the narrow confines of the watchtower's spire. There was a brief hint of hesitation in her voice. As if she wasn't entirely sure whether the drake before her was faking his rest like she suspected or if he was indeed asleep. She stood over Draven, her shadow stretched across the floor, momentarily blocking the moonlight that had bathed the chamber. Her dark scales glimmered from the flickering torchlight from the entranceway. A mystical dance of light and shadow that seemed almost unreal. Her presence created an air of intimacy as though the very stones of the fortress were silently condoning her bold move.

Draven pretended to be asleep, but his body had other ideas. His body knew where this was leading. The anticipation in the air caused his body to react naturally. His length pulsed with blood and desire, and the tip started peaking out of his genital slit.

Scar noticed the drake's slight arousal immediately. Her eyes flickered with amusement and curiosity. Perhaps There is a part of you that wants me, or perhaps you're just having a good dream. Wouldn't it be a pity for such desires to give away your ruse?" she purred. The drakina crouched beside him, her body a shadow silhouette against the moonlit stone. The torchlight flickered and danced in the cool breeze and played an alluring dance across her scales. "Surely You can't be asleep when there's so much tension in the air, Master. I'm sure you can feel it. Just like I can." Her foreclaws gripped his foreleg gently, a slow, deliberate stroke that sent shivers down his spine. Every bump and ridge of her scaley claw was laced with the promise of desire that sent a shiver down his spine. She was so very close now. He could feel her warm breath against his scales.

The silence was almost suffocating, broken only by the soft rustle of the drake's breath. Scar's claws trailed higher and brushed against his folded wings, igniting a primal and insistent desire within him. He did what he could to remain unresponsive to her provocations, but his body still betrayed him. His erection sat as a testament to the desires that his body could no longer keep hidden. The engorge shaft pulsed with a lustful desire that made the drakina lick her lips with anticipation. Her eyes softened, and a sly smile formed across her lips. Her claws paused their trek across his body and moved down to trace the hard length of Draven's arousal. With a confident, tender touch, her claw tracked from the tapered tip down to the base, where his length peeked out from his genital slit. Her touch sent a cascade of sensations from within the drake. She knew what she wanted. She knew what he wanted. Her claw continued to trace along the fleshy length of his dragonhood. The sensation triggered electrifying pulses of desire through the drake, "Don't pretend you're not interested." she whispered, a delicate blend of confidence and challenge.

Draven finally broke his act and squinted an eye open at the lusty drakina, "You really are implacable."

Scar's smile deepened, a glint of her sharp teeth flashing off the moonlight, and the desire in her eyes only grew more pronounced: " Such is the price of loyalty, Master." she purred and leaned in closer, "Loyalty that you assured after what you did to me.."

Flashes of their previous intimate encounter flew through his mind, the only two survivors of a bloody battle celebrating their victory in the only way creatures of such primal desires could. The warmth of her foreclaw still lingered on his drakehood, a reminder of her desire as the tension between the two crackled with an almost palpable intensity as each breath between the two dragons seemed to pull them closer together. Her eyes reflected her desires, loyalty, and devotion as she stared deeply into his, never wavering for a moment. He could sense her heartbeat near him, or rather, it was more like the primal connection that bound them both together. The feeling of camaraderie that could only be felt between dragons who had fought together, bled together, and been together.

Draven heaved his body up off the stony ground. He knew he wouldn't get any rest until she was satisfied, but he wasn't going just to let that slide. "Your loyalty must be so easily bought if it just involves a cock inside of you."

"My loyalty is much more than just the lust in my loins." Scar's eyes narrowed slightly. A flash of irritation crossed her face at the playful insult.

The spire of the ancient watchtower felt almost small as the drake rose. The tension between the two dragons was palpable, and the low glow of the torchlight and moonlight above bathed them in an almost otherworldly light that seemed to emphasize her resolute stance. She became defensive, but she still looked like a predator ready to pounce on her prey. " Do you deny that our bond is strong?"

The drake tilted his head slightly and thought for a moment, "We do well as a team."

Scar's eyes softened, "Indeed we do, Master," she tilted her head affectionately, "Our synergy does well to further our Clan. But don't think for a second that I won't hold you accountable for your words. I'm not going just to let that insult go, and a master who demands loyalty from his lieutenant must also be prepared to walk the same path and prove his loyalty to her."

Draven chuckled, amused at the insinuation, "What will you do? Peg me?"

The drakina's eyes lit up with amusement as she pressed closer. "Perhaps," she replied, her voice returning to the sultry whisper she purred when he pretended to sleep. "Or perhaps you'll be the one yielding to my command for a change." She moved forward and pressed herself against the drake's chest, her foreclaw raking across the scales of his abdomen as she pushed him back against one of the stone merlons that made up the battlements of the watchtower. Her movements pulled her slightly smaller form over her superior as her scales pressed warmly against his. "Remember, Master, that when you deal with one of my caliber, you must be prepared to receive as much as you give." She purrs as her violet eyes gaze into his and her presence wrapped around the drake like a blanket.

The tension in the air was almost stifling as an electric anticipation coursed in Draven's veins. Scar's foreclaw slips off the scales of his abdomen and moves with purposeful precision. She slid her claws down between her hind legs and spread herself open for the drake—the moistness of her genital slit now only inches away from his tapered tip. Any slight movement from either dragon would lead to their inevitable connection. For a brief moment, it felt like time stood still. Each dragon hesitated, wondering which would take the plunge first. With a smooth and decisive motion, Scar made the first move. The smaller drakina pressed down between the rear legs of the drake and speared herself onto his tapered length. A shudder of pleasure roiled through Draven's body at the feeling of Scar's moist sex enveloping his length. Her warm body wrapped around his like a blanket.

She began to move. Her claws gripped at his shoulders where his broad wings jutted out behind him, pinned against the rocky barrier behind him. Her deep voilet eyes never left staring into his own as the drakina's hips pressed against his body in a steady motion that pierced his length deep into her with each movement. Draven growled and gripped at the drakina's flanks as she took control, "You best not think that I'm weak for letting you take control."

"And you best not think that I'm here for any other reason than to express my devotion to you, my master." Her voice carried an edge of defiance as she moved her body more quickly against him. Her movements were deliberate, each thrust and withdrawal of her body bringing them closer to each other. The flickering torch in the doorway illuminated part of her body in a gentle orange, and the full moon above illuminated her in a pale blue glow. It created a clash of colors across her dark scales that accentuated her motion. Her breaths were shallow on his face as she stared deep into Draven's eyes. Her eyes never faltered, never twitched. Each movement of her hips challenged the drake to be the one to break eye contact.

It was a challenge he accepted. With a growl, his claws dug into her flank. The feeling of his cock being clenched and caressed by her sent shivers of pleasure roiling through his body. His length reached to such depths inside of her that he noted with a particular amusement that if she moved too deeply or thrust too firmly, he could see her wings shiver and flutter out behind her from the feeling of him sliding deep into her most intimate depths. Draven could feel her heartbeat through their connection. The gentle pulse of blood flowed within her body and coalesced in the tight muscles contracting around his length.

He was the one who broke first. A pleasured growl breached his lips. The sound almost pierced the night around them, where only their stares and heavy breathing had been before. Scar's eyes flickered with satisfaction, and her foreclaws tightened against the drake's shoulders. Her next thrust was slow and deliberate. She lifted herself nearly off of his length, the cool night air berating the sensitive flesh before she pressed herself down onto him again. Each motion pushed him to a depth that made her body shudder. "You..." she gasped, the pleasuring ringing in her voice. Her voice was barely audible over both dragons' heavy, labored breathing, "You best make sure to remember every second of this, master."

Draven felt his whole body shiver as he reached the threshold of his climax. Each thrust and shift of Scar's body over him. Every twitch or quiver of the muscles wrapped around his cock felt like it could be the move that sent him over the edge. The drakina watched his play out on his face with an abundance of satisfaction. Her scales glimmered with opalescent hues in the lights. He was utterly at her mercy. His body shuddered with desire with every shift of her hips as he waited for her to decide when to give the word. The drake's claws dug deeper into her flank as he felt his body strain in the suffocating primal intensity of the moment.

Finally, her words rang out in the darkness, "Now, master." She murmured, her voice a low, melodic command that thrummed across his body. For a moment, it was as if time stood still. Then, a storm of unbridled passion surged through Draven's body as he followed her command and released his climax. He finally broke eye contact with the drakina and leaned his head back with a groan of pleasure. The brilliant pinpoints of light in the sky seemed to glow brighter as the waves of pleasure pulsed through his body. Each spasm of ecstasy wracked his body before ending at his cock where it pulsed liquid pleasure into her body.

Scar's eyes closed, and a pleasured sigh escaped her from her as she felt the intense wave of seed spilling into her. Her body trembled with each spasm that created a sensual ripple of shuddered bodies. A wave of rapture poured from Draven's body through his connection to her and out her tail. Her body pressed against his, and her forelegs wrapped around his flanks. Both dragons embraced in a tangle of flesh for several minutes as the aftershocks of their mutual peak shuddered their bodies.

Scar was the first to move; her eyes opened to return to the gaze of the drake under her. The raw intensity of the moment still burned in her eyes as her foreclaws released their grip on his flank, and she leaned back. Her weight pushed on his groin and elicited more spasms out of his length. "Well, master," she murmured, her voice echoing the two dragons' passion, "It seems as if I have proven my point. You aren't the only one who can take charge."

Her body moved with a fluid grace and excruciating slowness as she pulled herself out of Draven's embrace. The cool breeze circling the tower assaulted the damp wetness of his length as it continued to pulse gently with echoes of his climax and recede into its resting state. Splatters of wetness dropped onto his body from the drakina's sex. She stood in front of the drake, her head turned to look towards him with a smug expression and her tail lifted as high as she could to give the drake a view of his handiwork. The cloudy white pearls of his seed drooled out of her genital slit and contrasted against her dark scales before dropping to the stone floor with a tiny wet thud. There was no doubt, only a hint of the volume he poured into her.

"This was just the beginning of what you have yet to experience." The drakina's lips curved into an enigmatic smile as she flicked her tail and walked to the entranceway, "I'll be sure to leave you to stand guard for now. I'm sure you'll warn us about any incursions to the inside of your eyelids." The drakina disappeared into the ancient stone archway, and the echoes of her steps down the circular stairway broke the silence for several minutes before slowly receding and leaving the drake to contemplate what had happened.

Draven looked up at the sky, at the moon, which gazed silently down at him. However, the Moon Goddess seemed to have no answers for him tonight. As the cool embrace of the midnight air wrapped around him and he settled down, he wondered if his Second in Command was more than he could handle.