Days later, Dartwing was out hunting. She would rather have stayed in the safety of the cave. However, Bluefire would have none of it. Though female and small enough to be mistaken for an adolescent when seen from far away, she was still the head of the harem and had responsibilities.
So, here she was, hoping that nobody would spot her as she ambushed yet another deer. Despite her lack of experience with her new body, she seemed to be able to hunt just as well as before, if not better. Her petite size and flexibility made it easier to hide and sneak up on her prey. On the other hand, she had to pace herself, as she no longer had the strength to carry so many deer back to the cave unless she walked the whole way.
Dragging her latest kill to the growing pile, she sighed. For all her planning and scheming to get her harem, she did not expect Bluefire to be a secret magical prodigy. Now, her first sired eggs just might be her last, at least for this season or until Bluefire decided to change her back.
Oh well, nothing to be done. Dartwing always prided herself in her resilience. This was simply another challenge to overcome.
Distracted by her thoughts, she was taken completely off-guard when a large body tackled her from above and hot breath tickled along her slender neck. "I hereby claim you. Submit, female, and be my mate!"
Dartwing growled in frustration. Just her luck, to be caught on the first time out. From the weight on her back, she could tell the male was big, and the expert way he had pinned her legs and wings spoke of experience. A veteran, then.
"I-I am already claimed," she said tensely.
"You are lying," the dragon countered. "By your scent, you are unmated. Now, do you submit?" He gave her a small shake, not to threaten but to demonstrate the firmness of his hold. It was clear. She could not refuse.
"I do," Dartwing sighed, lowering her head.
"Then, by dragon law, I, Windshadow, do claim you as mate."
Dartwing rolled her eyes. "So now you observe formailty? After you ambush me li-" Another shake made her gasp. "Fine, I, Dartwing, accept your claim. Happy? Now, let me see who y-aaAH!"
Her words became a startled squeak as the male thrust into her without further delay. Caught unprepared, she was bombarded with sensations she had never felt before. On and on it went, causing her to cry out in pleasure as her mind lost all coherent thought. At last, she could feel a hot wetness enter her multiple times before the male pulled out.
Utterly filled and dazed, Dartwing slumped to the ground. Blearily, she tried to look up to identify her lover, but she fell unconscious before she could see more than inky black wings that blocked half the sky.
When she awoke, she discovered...