The male, Windshadow, stood before her proudly. Every inch of him was black as pitch, except for his eyes, which were a bright violet. He was easily the tallest dragon Dartwing had ever come across, larger even than Bluefire.
“You are so small, I mistook you for an adolescent at first,” Windshadow said. “That is, until I smelled your glorious, unmated scent. This must be your first season.” Dartwing clung to the explanation eagerly.
“Yes,” she lied. She looked Windshadow up and down. A strange desire was filling her. She needed him. Not just to pump his seed into her womb. But to tend to her, care for her, raise hatchlings with her. To her horror, she realized that she had imprinted upon him. Was this how Bluefire had felt? It was horrifying, to suddenly have no control over her feelings. But at the same time, thrilling.
Any concerns related to Bluefire and Spark quickly faded when Windshadow approached her. He breathed in her scent deeply. Dartwing let out a soft moan of desire as she caught his strong, virile odor. She could see his cock hardening already. Eager to please her new mate, Dartwing moved her tail aside. Windshadow needed no further invitation. He mounted her, thrusting his member inside her. Dartwing cried out in delight as he thrust over and over, astounded by how her tiny body could contain such a large manhood. Then, he shot his seed. Windshadow’s stamina was something else, as he shot load after load of his seed into her womb. So much that, by the time he dismounted, she could feel it dripping out of her.
“Come, Dartwing,” Windshadow rumbled to her. “You must meet your harem sisters.”
“Yes, Windshadow,” Dartwing said breathlessly. “And then, can we…?” Windshadow laughed.
“My small love, we shall mate as many times as it takes to produce eggs. And even after you are pregnant, we shall continue.” Windshadow smiled. “I keep my dragonesses satisfied.” With that, he spread his massive wings and took flight. Dartwing flew after him, Bluefire and Spark completely forgotten. All that mattered was life with her new mate. Mating over and over again until she was heavy with eggs, then mating again. She had a life of motherhood ahead of her.