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Calm waves cascaded into each other, each one reflecting the iridescent gradients of the sunset. Riptide watched the beach’s coastline, waiting for a special someone to appear. With each ripple, he thought he could see a glimpse of Tsunami, only for the image to fade into obscurity.

Her shimmering scales blended into the ocean so well his brain couldn’t help but play tricks on him. Then again, maybe it was just reminding him of the pressing problem between his legs. It seemed as though his eroticism popped up at the most inconvenient times. It wasn’t like staring at an empty ocean got him all hot and bothered.

He gazed down at the debauchery that stuck out into the soft breeze. Maybe if he could resist the urge to touch himself, it’d go away. It wasn’t like he had an alternative option; Tsunami would arrive any second, and he really didn’t want to explain himself, especially after not seeing her for so long. But the solution was easier said than done, as his nether regions practically begged for any sort of stimulation.

And although he tried, he couldn’t shake the desire that lingered inside—stronger than it’d ever been. He almost gave in, but stopped himself before he could savor that first touch.

He shifted across the sand, grasping a talonful of sand and letting the grains seep through his claws—anything that might distract him from his overpowering instincts.

He shuddered as a drop of precum spurted out, dribbling down his tip and leaving him less hopeful that it could be resolved by the time Tsunami showed up. Every attempt at softening himself proved futile, and it wasn’t like he had many solutions in the first place.

Well… he had one solution, but it was one he was specifically trying to avoid.

He wondered what Tsunami would say if she happened to find him in his vulnerable state. There was a chance she’d be willing to help out, but with the amount of time they’d been dating, he really doubted it. And besides, was that a chance he really wanted to take? He’d much rather cover himself and pray she didn’t notice.

His groin pulsed with heat as his wetness leaked its way down his length and onto the ridges below, pushing him closer to his breaking point. He looked back at the daring water, and it responded with a chorus of innocent beach sounds. She’d show up eventually, but maybe he had enough time to take care of himself before she did.

His erection seemed to agree; it twitched up at him in excitement, as if it were trying to give him the little push needed to convince him. With one final glance towards the ocean, he gave in. He’d spent all this time trying to resist the urges, but he’d already made up his mind.

With a deprived huff, he trailed his claws down his length, making sure to caress each ridge. A small whimper escaped his maw, and he closed his eyes to drown out his other sensations. If he could extract this much pleasure by simply touching himself, what would actually stroking himself off would feel like?

As he wrapped a talon around his length, his claw caught a bead of precum—just a fraction of what was currently dribbling down him. Feeling the wetness, combined with the salty musk of it, was intoxicating enough for him to give it a taste test.

The ocean seemed to get louder as he sucked the last of his succulent juices. But with the savory fluid he’d just gulped down, the only thing on his mind was milking himself for more.

He was so caught up in desire he hadn’t realized the amused SeaWing standing beside him.

With a quick flick of water, Riptide’s eyes shot open, and his wings scrambled to shield himself.

He nearly toppled over himself as he stood.

“Hey Tsunami…” He faked a grin. He really hoped his acting skills were up to par at that moment.

She stared at him for a second like she actually believed it, then chuckled. Riptide looked down at his member sticking out, then back at Tsunami. He was certain she was staring at what he was.

“I uh… it's not what it looks like.”

“Well what does it look like then? ‘Cause to me it looks like you’re sitting here, showing off your massive SeaWing cock to the world.”

His cheeks flushed at the compliment.

“Hey! That’s not—”

She placed a talon on his thigh. “I would’ve helped you out, y’know.”

Out of all the reactions that could come from Tsunami, that was not an expected one. He gave her a doubtful look. “Would you really?”

Tsunami rolled her eyes. “Did you think I was gonna wait ‘till marriage or something?”

“Well, no. But wouldn’t that be what your mom wants?”

“Duh, if she were here right now, she’d probably castrate you.”

He let out a nervous laugh, partly because of that last statement, but mostly because he could feel a tiny bit of SeaWing cock begin to slip between his wings. “But I can expect you to not do that, right?”

“Well, maybe, if you tell me why you were jerking off in the middle of the beach.”

“C’mon, don’t act like you’ve never been horny before.”

Tsunami rolled her eyes. “Well I don’t go outing myself to all of Pyrrhia when I am.”

“Well I didn’t think a random beach ten miles from civilization would be a popular tourist spot.”

“We agreed to meet here.”

Riptide eyed the setting sunset in the distance. “Yeah, at noon.”

"So then why are you sitting here with your cock hanging loose?"

"Err…" he paused for far longer than he should’ve as he failed to come up with any reasonable excuse. "I thought I had time, okay?"

She shot him an enlivened glance. “Does that mean you don't last long in bed?”

Had he wanted to save his embarrassed self, he would’ve responded with something far less ambiguous than he had in mind. But it didn’t seem like Tsunami exactly wanted him to, either. Even if she did, he couldn’t deny he really wanted to fuck her, even if doing so would result in a SeaWing bounty above his head.

He turned to her with a grin that most definitely wasn’t appropriate for the situation. "You wanna find out?"

Tsunami climbed onto him, wings open, trailing a claw across the thighs that shielded his cowering member. “Well, if you want me to, you gotta show me.”

He took one last gaze at her benevolent face as she attempted to pry his legs open, before he slowly let them down. Tsunami was immediately met with his meat poking up at her. A bead of precum still occupied his tip, and it leaked uncomfortably slow with all the ridges in the way. She eyed it and gasped, her expression turning deviant.

It was only once she crouched in front of him that she let her claws gently trail down his length as if it were some admirable gem. “Wow, this is… a lot to work with.”

The slight touch of her palpable claws was enough to draw an exasperated sigh out of him. Another droplet of precum spurted out as she played with the ridges along his tip.

As she stroked him off, he remembered the first thing Tsunami had said when they’d met.

“Hey, sparkling teeth, I totally love three of your claws but not the others…”

He couldn’t help but agree. The tingles her claws evoked were doing wonders for him. But even with that, her incessant teasing felt unbearably tortuous, and he wished those claws he loved so much would wrap around him.

His breath hitched in his throat as something enveloped his length. He looked down to see the rest of Tsunami’s claws on him, snuggly gripping his cock while she gazed at him intently. Her hold was a lot tighter than he’d ever gripped himself, almost uncomfortably so, but it didn’t seem like she would relent anytime soon.

The more he leaked, the more determined she was to milk him of all the succulent sperm he stored. The neediness on his face was equally persistent. He shut his eyes and leaned against the cave wall, only opening one on occasion to take a peep at how drenched he was. The rest of the time he chose to see pitch black, listening to the soft pants that he released into the air that were drowned out by the cascading waves.

He could feel it in his loins how close he was beginning to get. His muscles tensed for each new stroke Tsunami gave him, always hitting the right nerves to inch him the tiny bit closer to climax. Her hot breath tingled on his neck, and although he was a quivering mess below her, she seemed to enjoy it as much as him.

His eyes fluttered open as her free talon lurched towards the back of his head. He was met with her mouth pressed against his, suckling his muzzle before she gently nuzzled his upper lip, requesting that he open up to her, and he gladly invited her in. She was none too gentle with the use of her serpentine tongue. She flicked it messily inside him as if she were having some sort of duel within him. He didn’t dare to fight back.

Having her dominate his cock was enough of a turn on, but her maw too was almost too much for him to handle, and he felt himself inch dangerously close to orgasm. It didn’t help that she seemed to speed up her ministrations while they kissed. With the amount of precum on him, her claws pumped up and down his length with ease, and a quiet schlick could be heard from between her claws and him.

Neither of them paid any mind to the indiligent sucking noises the both of them made, or the barely-noticeable sound of her magical claws, only focusing on each other as her body pushed into him, his muscles relaxing as she pulled him in closer.

He must’ve looked like a dehydrated camel, greedily slurping down Tsunami’s saliva as his own juices leaked from his nether regions. But there was no one to witness them; the only other witness was the one deep inside his maw at that moment, and he was more than fine with that.

Just as his breath began to run short, she pulled away. He stared into her emerald-green eyes as he gasped for air, tongue hung out like a dog.

“Mmph, Tsunami…” he gasped.

“Hm? Are you close?”

“Y—Yes.”

Her claws curled tighter, and he was prepared for his seed to come spewing out. But instead… nothing. Tsunami released her grasp on him, leaving him in a mix of both confuddleness and dismay. She chortled at his reaction.

“Not anymore.”

"Wh—Tsunami, what the fuck."

“You didn’t really expect me to let you this soon, right?” Her claws went back to his loins, and this time, her muzzle followed suit. “Besides, I haven’t even gotten off yet. That’s no way to treat a princess.”

He didn’t have to wait long for her to continue, but the closeness of his desperate release was far gone. Instead, he was left quivering each time she nosed at it. Her claws twirled around him, yet even as his shut eyes beckoned her forward, she refused the services of her serpentine tongue.

He wondered how long she’d keep this up. Surely being a princess meant she had more important matters to attend to than torturing him with her harebrained gooning. Yet it was clear she intended for him to wallow in suspense for much, much longer.

The least she could do was quit teasing him and put that cool, SeaWing muzzle that rested atop him to use. He knew it’d still feel good, even if she never allowed his release. Of course, he’d never actually gotten a blowjob before.

He was pushed out of his thoughts as a cool, soaked tongue slithered onto him. He let out a huff and looked down, watching intently as she worked her tongue over his tip, leaving nothing uncoated with her mind-numbing saliva.

He’d felt sea water against his length before, back when he’d find an empty underwater cave to relieve some stress. But the sensation of her wetness was so much different, as if the very touch of it could make his senses tingle.

Her tongue coiled around him, squeezing him as tightly as she did with her claws. She was barely able to get all the way around his girthy meat, yet she still managed enough control to maneuver around it. She gave it a few long, loving strokes, slurping down another ridge each time she veered up and down his length.

She stared up at him, a slew of pants leaving her as she used her own liquids to suck him dry. Even though his cock occupied her muzzle, he could still see the teasing grin she shot him.

His claws dug into the ground as he grit his teeth, muscles tensed. She wasn’t even using her maw, yet it was clear that even her tongue was good enough for him to explode inside her. And although they weren’t even at the main course yet, that was all he wanted to do. The imagery alone was enough to draw out another grunt as she slid her tongue across him.

Would she let him cum on her? Or rather in her? He didn’t think royalty would be capable of such misconduct—especially someone as close to the throne as her. She was a princess, not some commoner like him. But she wasn’t exactly a stickler for rules. She’d proved that much when they’d met. At first, he wondered why the long-lost heir would be allowed to speak with a conspicuous “traitor” such as himself. It had taken a bit of getting to know her to realize she most definitely didn’t have her mother’s approval.

He looked down at her as another shiver went through him. Of course she would, he thought with an internal sigh. Even though everyone viewed her as the fierce, solemn SeaWing princess, she still swallowed his length with as much passion as their first kiss, tongue curling and all. The gleaming stars in her eyes only convinced him more. Her face practically begged to be covered in his awaiting seed. That was something he’d fantasized about a little more than he’d like to admit, and if she were to fulfill his desires, who was he to stop her?

But it didn’t matter what he wanted. She was in control here, and it was clear she’d do whatever it took to postpone it. Her tongue slowly uncurled from him, leaving him exposed to the harsh evening breeze. He caught a glimpse of her tongue returning to her muzzle, taking whatever fluids she’d managed to suck up before she swallowed it with an inconspicuous slurp. Despite that, he was still drenched in the copious amounts of saliva she’d left behind. Some of it dribbled down to the sand below, but the rest remained complacent, and all he could think about was whether or not it would substitute as lube.

She licked her lips in an attempt to pool together any more of his salty mix before she focused her attention back on him.

She gently pushed his poised up thighs down, something he hadn’t noticed until then.

“Relax,” she said, “I’ve much more to give you than just this.”

With a wink, she arched herself back down. A talon crept upon him, gripping around his meat for a mere second. He was reminded of the sheer tightness he’d endured at the start of their encounter, before she slinked her muzzle down, enveloping his cock in the slick wetness she’d been teasing for so long.

The howl that cracked in his throat was filled with pure ecstasy. He was so caught off guard that the hips she’d carelessly let go of bucked up instinctively. She responded with a muffled gasp as a couple more inches of him filled her maw.

His dominance didn’t last long, however. She was quick to slam his loins back down, slipping the remaining length out of her maw.

“Hey, watch it, squid-brain!” she growled.

He blinked and nervously arched back. The weight that pressed upon his loins was crushing. He struggled to keep his thighs from being buried underneath the sand. It was clear she had every desire to domineer him when he stepped out of bounds, but not knowing just how far she’d go was what kept him in line in the first place.

“S-Sorry…”

For a second, it seemed as though she was genuinely angry. It was difficult to tell with Tsunami. But despite the aggression in her tone, the satisfied grin she flashed afterward was enough to remind him he was being toyed with.

She leaned forward once again, taking in the slightest bit more than the tip. This time, he tried his best not to thrust into her, no matter how much he wanted to cram himself down her throat. It didn’t help that she seemed to encourage him. She didn’t go any further than a few inches, instead choosing to take him one part at a time.

He was thankful for that, in a way. While it was egregious to have such a small portion of his length fill her maw, he could at least enjoy it without the worries of his impending cumshot ruining it for him. It seemed she enjoyed it too. The loud, immense slurps that she created were unnaturally loud, like the waves that crashed upon the coastline. Only this time, he was sure it was intentional.

What wasn't intentional however, was his own sex-induced noises. Not a second passed that wasn't filled with a desperate moan escaping him. Despite the fact he knew he couldn't control it, his ears still burned each time such a sound could be heard, rivaling the ocean waves. But he kept that to himself. Knowing Tsunami, she'd probably try even harder to draw them out of him—and the last thing he needed was more stimulation. He already struggled to keep up with her. A little more and he'd surely burst.

Her talon trailed down to his untouched, bulbous knot, giving it long, loving strokes. Saliva and precum stuck to it as she slowly slipped her claws up and down his shaft. Perhaps she was telling him something, lubing up his knot for him, but he couldn’t be sure, especially when the rest of him was just as adequate for breeding.

He cried out as she slipped downward and more of his length was swallowed. She was at least two thirds of the way down by now. And despite her muzzle being filled with a plentiful amount of SeaWing dick, she still managed to shoot him an arrogant smirk.

But he was fine with that. No matter how torcherous her incessant teasing was, or trying his very best to hold onto the orgasm that threatened to come spilling out, it was still pure euphoria in his loins. The tsunami that engulfed his cock with each slobbering lick was better than any sensation he'd felt before—not even the time he'd tasted the best sushi in the kingdom could top what he felt right then and there.

Her tongue struck out, just as potent with potential as before, though this time she chose not to string it around him. Instead, he felt her tongue slide across him, tapering licks that slid over his ridges. He knew what she was searching for—any bit of precum that might've been left intact. But she wouldn't find any. He was already sucked dry from earlier, and any more that came would surely be picked up by her gaping maw.

She seemed to figure it out, and her tongue retracted. He knew what was coming next, and he barely had enough time to brace himself.

Her talons went to his sides, and in one swift motion he was completely inside her. Small trails of drool leaked out of her muzzle, but none of it went to waste, cascading onto the balls he so desperately tried to keep calm. He was struggling enough to keep himself calm, so much so that Tsunami had to grip his front wrists to stop him from squirming.

Her muzzle pushed up against his loins, slurping down every inch—even his swelling knot, leaving his length soaked and him breathless. A muffled sound of haughtiness was all that could be heard through her immense gagging, and the only thing he could feel through her maw was her hot breath settle on his midriff.

He tensed as something warm escaped his tip. For a second he thought the dam had broken. He was relieved to find it was just another bead of precum, but it reminded him how little he’d be able to hold on for. Even as he tried to warn her with a tap on her shoulder, she failed to pull away. That, or she was simply testing him.

He really wanted to obey her, but as time went on, it was beginning to be too much. He found it hard to think; breathe; resist; do anything, really, besides squirm around each time a part of her maw came into contact with him. And even though she was the one who forbade him from cumming in the first place, it was like she was trying to break him.

With a relieving shlorp, she finally relented after what was far too long. He finally allowed himself to untense, feeling his heart slow and saliva run down his length. He let out a heavy breath as he regained his composure, his breathlessness audible as he stared down at his drenched self, then back at Tsunami.

He opened his mouth, but Tsunami pressed a claw to his muzzle. “I know you’re probably dying to cum down my throat right now, but just hold on a little longer, alright, darling?”

Riptide gulped. How long did she expect him to contain himself? Surely she had already pushed him to the limit. But it seemed that wasn’t good enough for her. He only had mere seconds to recover before he found himself beneath her again. Only this time, the thing that met his tip was far, far wetter.

The SeaWing above let out a teasing purr, pressing down on him. There was a brief pause where only his tip remained inside of her, before she slammed herself down, parting her folds and eliciting a hiss from him as his knot nearly hilted inside of her.

Had he not been in such a biddable position, he likely would’ve tried to ease it in, both for her and because it'd allow him more time to recover. But their mixture of fluids made it a bit too easy for her to slide down on him with little resistance.

He instinctively coiled his talons around her, gripping her lower back and giving her fins a gentle squeeze. Her tail found its way around him, circling his flanks and pulling him into her chest as she sunk the rest of his length into her—knot included.

Riptide dug his head into her chest and slammed his eyes shut, listening to the squelches of her walls squeezing him—milking him as their debauchery-filled fluids ran down his length. He couldn’t tell whose it was, but it didn’t matter. He’d already begun to thrust up into her, feeling his ridges inside of her as she shook above him. He was met with a lewd sound of debauchery from his mate with each thrust, even when it was just his static length that sat within her.

She reached down and patted his head. Her claws curled around horns as she lovingly caressed him. It was such a simple action, yet he found so much comfort in it, enough to leave him quivering like she’d broken something in him.

“Nngh… mommy…” He perked himself up as the words dawned on him.

Her hips slowed drastically. “Um… what?”

Her voice was a laugh, but his face only reddened. There was a pause where he could only feel the breaths in her chest and his length idling inside her.

And then she thrusted back down with enough force to shake him. “Well, I guess I can be your mommy for tonight~” she said with a grunt and pulled herself back up, before she crushed him once again.

He didn’t know how to feel about that, but it was hard to feel anything through all the debauchery that enveloped him. The only thing that he perceived was her thighs surrounding him as his knot dipped inside her. She robbed him of any speech he had left, rolling her hips whenever his knot went completely inside of her, the other end of him brushing against her cervix.

Her scales felt soft against his, and she seemed to be a lot bigger in that moment. Maybe it was the way she grasped him, or the way she coddled him like he was no more than a small dragonet, he didn’t know. All he knew was that it took every part of him to not succumb to the warmth that accompanied him with each buck of her hips—like he’d eventually melt in her hold if she kept it up.

His claws sank deeper into her flanks, and they threatened to slip with the way she so greedily rode him. Each thrust of his was accompanied by the succulent sound of his ridges popping inside of her. He couldn’t count how many were inside her at one time, all he knew was that every single one brought him immense pleasure and made his diligence that much more difficult to uphold.

But no matter how much he wanted to get lost in the exhilaration that threatened to overtake him, he held on. He still had his part to play. Despite her practically towering above him, he still thrusted away in her. He tried his best not to let too much of him slip inside her at once, but she still slammed herself down on him hard enough to hilt his knot inside her.

He still wasn’t sure whether or not he’d actually knot her. There was no denying that he really wanted to, especially after all the build up he’d gone through, but he was certain Coral would have some… choice words about it. Scratch that—she’d probably claw his face off before she said a word. There was just no good situation that’d come from his knot getting involved. But so long as he pulled away before it swelled, he could enjoy it—at least for now.

So he sat there, claws curled, pounding away at her and trying to do anything but think about how close he was to exploding inside her. It was a valiant effort, but with each uncoordinated thrust, an ocean was cascading in his loins. At least that's how it felt with the amount of fluids that he could feel completely drenching him. The feeling of Tsunami completely engulfing his senses, along with her tail caressing him was so much sensory overload that he was afraid he'd lose himself and accidentally knot her.

It was beginning to dawn on him how close he was, though it was already evident from his previous denial. The little resistance he had left began to dwindle, and he knew the dam would break if he stayed inside her any longer. There was no way he could contain himself with the horny SeaWing slamming him against the sand for every breath he took.

He began to pull himself out from under her. Although it was as damp as rainforest leaves, he still met a pause whenever one of his ridges attempted to pop free. Soon, inch by inch, he'd almost completely freed himself.

But Tsunami was far from allowing that.

She dropped down on him a final time with enough force to shake the earth. For a second, he thought it did. But he could hardly recognize the friction of it once she wrapped her hind legs around him, pulling him in and keeping him locked in whatever mating press was transpiring. Her talons gripped the back of his neck, and she shoved her muzzle against his.

He would’ve tried to pull away, but the sheer grip she had on him proved any efforts to be futile. He could already feel his bulbous knot swelling inside of her. No matter how hard he tugged, she stuck to him like glue (prolly elmer’s glue tbh)—slick and sticky glue that shot out from beneath her, coating her walls in what could only be a guarantee in the next generation of SeaWing heirs.

But he could do nothing except sit complacently as ropes upon ropes kept shooting out. Tsunami moaned into his maw and squeezed him tighter. It must’ve been an eternity that he sat there. It took a copious amount of time for him to empty, and with every second that passed, he regretted ever mating with such an impulsive, instinct-driven dragoness.

It was only after a dozen treacherous seconds that he was completely milked dry, and his pent up orgasm left his body. He was still shackled to Tsunami by the design of his swelled knot. She released his maw with a trail of saliva still between them, though Riptide could hardly manage his vocal cords at that point.

“Hhng,” Riptide groaned, “Your mom’s gonna kill me.”

Tsunami looked at him, then grinned. “I’ll turn her into SeaWing sushi if she tries.”

She got up and readied herself to swim back to the palace, then turned back to him one last time.

“Besides, you know how she feels about heirs.”