Last night, while Daemon shared a bed with Danyla and the others, the dragons roosting in the Godswood seemed to feel their riders' influence and unconsciously drew together as well.
Ignoring the bewildered stares of Vermithor and the other young dragons nearby, the four adult dragons soon became entangled in a heated embrace.
Quicksilver's eyes seemed to burn with an undying flame. He slowly wound his long, thick neck, his pride and joy, around Myracis's elegant one.
As deep, soft croons rumbled in Quicksilver's throat, the two dragons kept rubbing their scales against each other.
Quicksilver boldly curled his barbed tail around Myracis's hind legs. His hot breath washed over the beautiful female dragon's slender neck, making her close her eyes in pleasure and slowly savor his attentions.
Meanwhile, Urrax and Syrax were nuzzling each other too. Though Urrax was considerably smaller than Syrax, his domineering temperament and bold advances drew delighted murmurs from her.
"Gah~ Ehhn~"
Just as the adult dragons were absorbed in their intimate exchanges, a young dragon's shrill roar suddenly shattered the amorous atmosphere.
It was Vermithor. Watching the adult dragons being affectionate, the young dragon had actually worked up the courage to rush over and join their revelry.
But to the adult dragons, his immature body and utterly inexperienced actions were nothing more than a farce.
Urrax shot Vermithor an annoyed glare and gave an imposing roar, frightening him into stopping dead and slinking off to one side.
But Vermithor did not give up. He secretly watched the dragons' movements, slowly imitated them, and edged toward the ice-blue young dragon, Iceflame.
"Goohn~ Aweehn~"
Though Iceflame normally got along well with Vermithor, such closeness was unwelcome. Iceflame opened its mouth and spat ice-blue dragonfire at him, frightening Vermithor into scrambling far away.
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