04-28-2016, 07:52 AM
Lago blushed and stared thoughtfully into Demus' eyes. He did say he loved Demus, didn't he? He hadn't forgotten about it, he actually thought about that little phrase he had said to his mate almost every day he had been in isolation. He was half expecting Demus to have forgotten about that after all the other crap that had happened. But there it was. Demus had just said it too. So much for not getting too close to mates.
There really was no standard way of going about mating in swamp dragon culture. Did you want to mate with someone different every heat cycle? Cool, no problem. Did you want to have a life partner? Great! Good for you. It was pretty much, "Do whatever the hell you want." That's the way it was for swamp dragons in general. They were a very much, 'Do what makes you happy' kind of race. They're not firm believers in rules and traditions. Quite independent, and stubborn about it, the one general belief held by swamp dragons was "Follow your own path, and you can't go wrong."
Lago liked the idea of a life mate, but his luck with finding one had been nil. After all, dragons can only be life mates if both parties agree to it. It's funny really, he had to get captured, get brought to some stupid, human, dragon fucking facility, get put into an enclosure that was no where near what his swamp used to be, go into heat early because of all the damn seeders, and run into a prairie dragon of all species, just to find his life mate.
Lago wrinkled his nose up too into a mischievous smile and spread his legs, as Demus dove in for more kisses and another round of love making.
Finally depleted of his sex drive, Lago looked over to his mate, wonderful post sex glaze in his eyes. He cocked an eyebrow and started laughing at Demus' ridiculous comment about the water. He lightly slapped him on the shoulder. "Water in a leaf will be fine, you ass." He almost didn't want Demus to go, but his throat was getting sticky with dehydration. He laid there with a hand on his belly, just taking in the weird and wonderful turns his life had taken. He could almost feel the outline of his eggs.
There really was no standard way of going about mating in swamp dragon culture. Did you want to mate with someone different every heat cycle? Cool, no problem. Did you want to have a life partner? Great! Good for you. It was pretty much, "Do whatever the hell you want." That's the way it was for swamp dragons in general. They were a very much, 'Do what makes you happy' kind of race. They're not firm believers in rules and traditions. Quite independent, and stubborn about it, the one general belief held by swamp dragons was "Follow your own path, and you can't go wrong."
Lago liked the idea of a life mate, but his luck with finding one had been nil. After all, dragons can only be life mates if both parties agree to it. It's funny really, he had to get captured, get brought to some stupid, human, dragon fucking facility, get put into an enclosure that was no where near what his swamp used to be, go into heat early because of all the damn seeders, and run into a prairie dragon of all species, just to find his life mate.
Lago wrinkled his nose up too into a mischievous smile and spread his legs, as Demus dove in for more kisses and another round of love making.
Finally depleted of his sex drive, Lago looked over to his mate, wonderful post sex glaze in his eyes. He cocked an eyebrow and started laughing at Demus' ridiculous comment about the water. He lightly slapped him on the shoulder. "Water in a leaf will be fine, you ass." He almost didn't want Demus to go, but his throat was getting sticky with dehydration. He laid there with a hand on his belly, just taking in the weird and wonderful turns his life had taken. He could almost feel the outline of his eggs.