Narrator: The immensity of the horizon and the calmness of the Pacific Ocean, the salty taste of which was felt in a gust of wind, during the flight, which time and again passed lightly between her wings, ruffling short feathers on them, gave a sense of freedom, and made the flight easier, but even this did not save from the coming fatigue, and the dragoness began to look for a place to rest, the beneath was visible stony cape, which was fought stormy waters of the ocean.

Narrator: Cold salty drops covered most of her body as she descended down, closer to the moist air from the crashing foam waves.

Narrator: Having made a couple of powerful wingspans in front of her, she slowed down her flight speed and graciously landed on the rocks, which turned out to be rather slippery, so her paws moved apart and the female clumsily, almost tripping over her own limbs and trying to cling to the wet stone tops with her paws unsuccessfully, rolled down. This caused her to get carried away by keeping her balance in order to stop her ridiculous sliding and after a while, she managed to find stability to stop.

Narrator: The only problem was that the waves hitting the rocks right in the face and tried to knock her off her feet. Every movement led to another loss of balance.

Narrator: Finally, she decided to help herself with her wings (she was a dragon, after all), but fatigue made it clear - the leaden wings made it clear that she can forget about flights for today, because here, at this altitude, there were no streams of air, which made it easier to carry her and allowed her to fly before. Some places on her body were already bruised and sore, so she decided to freeze in an uncomfortable position to gather her strength and thoughts, to look around and... and she noticed that she was not alone here...

Narrator: The dragon himself, who had quietly slept before on a small stone mouth, watched this unfortunate occasion all the time, funny wagging his tail tip, he watched it from the best row, which offers a beautiful view of the female in such a posture as it looks from the side.

Narrator: "Oh, what a shame." - A thought went through her head.

Narrator: Having spread its paws to the sides, quite indecently and not accidentally shining with its dignity, the dragon rose on his paws and began to slowly approach, examining her, frozen in a pose from which you can see all her moist from salty water, charms.

Disturbed dragon: Did you fall?

Narrator: When it surely burst out, the dragon took a few more steps and approached her from behind, his gaze held on to the purple, moist bulges that were so temptingly shining from the sunlight and to which he leaned his nose.

Narrator: "He wouldn't do anything wrong to me," she thought, stiffened by her position, looking back at his already hanging organ. Who is she kidding? She realized it wasn't for nothing when she felt the sudden touch of his nose in a delicate place.

Narrator: It made her lose her balance and fell, and then quickly rolled over her back to see him.

Disturbed dragon: How long was the flight? Are your wings tired?

Narrator: Again, his confident voice sounded as he approached her from behind, stuck to her hind legs and front paws, spread her knees to open himself to the innermost. A tricky smile appeared on his face, he did not take his eyes away from her genitals. The dragoness looked the same way and saw that the dragon is serious and all she was able to answer his question is insecure - "aha".

Disturbed dragon: Apparently you need to rest, I know how to help you.

She: Um, maybe...