' ' as the sun beats down ' ' (clay x glory)
Sun rays burst vibrantly from the canopy, casting a yellow glow over the leaves and flowers decorating the rainforest trees. The constant sound of birds chirping and water running in the various streams was a constant, comforting lull. The Rainwing treehouses and pathways were quiet, empty, and left behind in their cold shade. Up above, platforms and hammocks cast giant shadows onto the huts below, Rainwings draped across them like sloths. The noon sun beats down on their pink and yellow scales as they sleep in peace.
Glory lays cocooned in her hammock, wings splayed over the sides, soaking up the sun. She had never thought she was capable of being lazy like this, but the comforting warmth of the sun had drawn her here like a moth to light. Maybe this was what she should do with her life, who needs to be a queen? Her Nightwing guards stand stagnant at the base of the tree, beady eyes surveying the forest floor.
Her emerald eyes slowly drift half-shut, her brain going on autopilot. She could swear she was about to fall into a dreamless sleep when a weight entered her hammock. She can feel the tightly woven net sag as a familiar face glances up at her. Clay’s jade eyes stared back at her as he moved closer. He twined his bulky tail with hers, flopping down next to her, letting the sensitive scales of their underbellies mingle.
In the years since the end of the war, they had only gotten closer. She had never thought she would let anyone see her like this, but she found her foggy mind thrumming with content as he settled in next to her.
Clay leans in to nip at the scales at her long neck, gently rubbing himself against them as he travels up her neck to her face, leaning in to clash snouts with her. Relishing in the closeness, he leaned forward to meet their mouths. The warmth of the sun heated the both of them as they kiss, letting their fangs clink against each other. Maybe she would just stay like this, she thinks.
Clay pulls back a centimeter, letting their breath mingle as he looks into her eyes. Despite the fact that neither of them has said a word, she seems to know exactly what is happening. Glory slowly readjusts her position, sitting up. She cranes her neck down, parting Clay’s meaty legs before she finds his slit. Clay lays on his back, watching as Glory sticks a single, emerald green talon into the slit. She leans in, pressing kisses to the slit, running her tongue up and down it. Her eyes look foggy as she slowly eases his cock out of the slit. With a yawn, she takes the first section into her mouth.
Clay lets out a sleepy growl, letting her suck his cock as his tail gently sways. Her wet, hot, mouth suckling on his cock had him feeling fucking good. He pulls her hips up onto him, letting her slim thighs split across his neck. He leans forward, lazily rolling his tongue across her pink heat. He can feel the pulse of her arousal, seeing the wetness already collecting between her scaly folds. He brings back the scaly lips, revealing the soft wetness inside. He wedges his large tongue into her, humming softly into her folds.
As Glory feels him hum into her, she can’t help but let out a small squeak, taking a bit more of his cock into her throat. Her eyes fall shut as she goes deeper, deeper. Her throat bulges slightly, but neither seem to notice or care as she services his fat dick. As it starts leaking a bit of clear saltiness into her mouth, she pulls off of it with a pop. Adjusting her position, she sits above him. Clay grunts as her cunt disappears from his grasp, but he quickly shuts his mouth as he sees where it is now. The tip of his cock can feel the wetness dripping down from her, her pink folds hovering just above it. Glory pauses for a moment before leaning down on him, taking him all in one thrust.
Clay pants as Glory rides him, reaching up his talons to get a grip on one of her breasts, fondling the scaly flesh, rubbing his thumb claw over her hard nipple. Glory groans, her scales darting from green, to pink, to yellow. Clay's hips thrust back up into her lazily, letting his juices mingle with hers. His talons grip into her hips, pulling her down next to him, letting his stomach rub on her back as he continues slowly thrusting into her.
He can see the slight outline of his cock in her, and he thrusts slowly, yet deeply, letting her take him all the way to the hilt. He can see her eyes get foggier as he picks up the pace.
Glory clenches around his dick, talons gripping the edges of the hammock. She lets out a small moan as liquid squirts out of her folds, painting the hammock around them. She squeaks as Clay pulls out, instantly feeling empty. Knowing what he wanted, she reached a talon back and lazily stroked his cock. Her emerald talons squeeze his pink dick, the head twitching rapidly as he spurts out salty whiteness onto her talon. He grunts as she licks it off, wrapping a talon around her midsection, their wordless exchange ending with a few muttered words before they drift off to sleep,
"I love you."