As Dartwing began to enter Bluefire, he felt her move under him. He froze, terrified.
"Oh, yes, Spark," Bluefire said sleepily. It seemed the dragoness hadn't fully woken, and mistook him for Spark. Dartwing didn't know why he'd been mistaken for her, but he wasn't going to correct Bluefire. This was his chance!
Dartwing slowly thrust into Bluefire, humping vigorously. Bluefire grunted and moaned with pleasure, increasing the small dragon's ego. By the time he shot his seed into her, however, she was fully asleep again. He quickly dismounted and curled up by the eggs, just as Spark returned with Ember. Dartwing shivered with the thrill of mating with the most beautiful and fertile dragoness he had ever seen. And as long as she stayed at least partially asleep, he could continue to do so.