Kyra leapt into the air, flying away from the caldera with both ends weeping.
She couldn't do it! All those dragons flaunting their genitals in indecent poses and she was supposed to just stroll out there and get her holes stuffed in full view for the sake of the clan? She... she couldn't. No matter how badly her body was crying out for it, she just couldn't go through with it.
But that didn't mean she could stop thinking about it either. Her mind kept replaying those images over and over again: all the dragons in there, their penises jutting from their bodies and erect, ready to... mate. The sight of them had been so terrifying and yet at the same time, it had felt very exciting. The dragoness' body was still tingling in a way that made her want to rub herself against something, even if just for relief. It felt like her body wanted more than anything else to feel another dragon's erection sliding into her slit, but at the same time she was scared beyond belief by the idea of anyone looking at her that way, let alone an entire clearing.
It was so confusing. A few minutes ago when the other dragons were talking about mating, it seemed like they thought it was perfectly normal and natural—but now that Kyra had seen one of them doing it, everything felt different. How could she ever be expected to do that? And yet, her body was already craving it.
"Yawwwwrrrr!" Kyra roared as her sex spasmed hungrily between her hind thighs. She was going to go mad, and she had no idea what to do. The dragoness' body cried out for release, but her mind was overwhelmed and confused—she didn't know which way to turn. Perhaps she would just slink off to some dark cave like a coward and drill her stupid throbbing vagina with a talon until it shut up. Maybe the clan would put her out of her misery when she failed to give them hatchlings. She choked back a sob, righting the drifting course set by her faltering, trembling wings.
The dragoness flew on, flying further away from the caldera and towards a small patch of forest where she could find somewhere quiet to hide. She needed to think about this, not just fly around with her head in the clouds. But then she caught sight of a strange shape protruding from the ground, and without thinking any more, she landed before it.
It was shaped like a penis. There was no better way to describe it. It looked like a thick, straight rod sticking out of the dirt, covered in moss and lichen. It was about the length of an average dragon's foreleg, and it was pointing upwards towards the sky. The base of it where it met the ground was bulbous and wide, while the end was tapered to a point.
Kyra stared at it for a moment before taking a step closer. The stone was cold and damp, and it felt good to touch it. The dragoness pressed her snout against the tip, sniffing at it curiously. It smelled faintly like earth and wet rock. She rubbed her face against it, feeling its rough texture against her scales.
She knew she was being absurd, flirting with a random piece of land that resembled a dragon's genitalia, but there were no witnesses here. Nobody would see what she did next. This was an act of pure madness, but her body was screaming for relief, and she couldn't deny it anymore.
With a quick flick of her tail, the dragoness spun around, hiking her hindquarters up and lowering her hips down onto the tip of the rock. Her rump settled on top of it, and her weight pushed the tip inside her, spreading her inner walls open. The sensation shot through her loins like lightning, and she gasped loudly. Her breath came fast and shallow, and her heart beat rapidly in her chest.
Her whole body was shaking, and she shivered violently as her hind legs slid apart, positioning the rest of her weight onto the rock. The shaft slipped into her tunnel easily, filling her aching insides with cool relief. The dragoness moaned softly, leaning her neck forward and resting her chin on her paws. She closed her eyes and bit her lip hard, trying to ground herself against the grating stimulation. Her body was burning with heat, and she wanted to claw and tear at the ground.
There was nothing else Kyra could do but endure the pleasurable pain of being stretched open. She had never imagined she might enjoy having anything shoved inside her vagina, but now that she was experiencing it for herself, she found it incredibly enjoyable. The sharp ridges of the stone dug deep into her sensitive flesh, sending sparks through her nerves and making her tremble.
The dragoness' breathing became erratic, and she whimpered as her muscles clenched around the intruding object. Her body was starting to shake uncontrollably, and she threw her head back to gasp in air. As she did, her gaze caught a black, draconic head peeking out of the bushes nearby.
"Eep!" Kyra yelped, her already weakening hind limbs collapsing beneath her. The full length of the stone sank into her, stretching her tight passage to its limit. It felt like she was being split in half, and her mind went blank as she squeaked out a long, warbling keen.
The dragoness felt dizzy, unable to process the massive amount of pleasure flooding her senses. It was too much, too intense—it was like every nerve ending in her body was on fire. Her mouth gaped open, her tongue lolling out as she panted heavily, her wings fanning out to keep her balance. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying to quell the overwhelming sensations.
At last, the intense pleasure subsided, leaving her gasping and panting. Slowly, the dragoness opened her eyes to find her voyeur shuffling closer on gangly, winged forelimbs. He was a wyvern, his scales a shade of grey-black and speckled with white spots. Kyra had heard of wyverns. They were simple creatures, and her clan supposedly traded them shiny objects and sex for cheap labor. This one appeared to be around her age, maybe slightly older, and he was staring at her with an expression of curiosity mixed with apprehension.
Shame flooded the dragoness and she moved to cover her lewdly penetrated vent with her wings, tail, anything, but her limbs refused to obey her commands. All she could do was stare at the wyvern, her eyes wide and unblinking.
The wyvern approached her, nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of her heat. His tongue darted out of his mouth, tasting the air. He was breathing heavily, his chest expanding and contracting with each inhalation.
He stopped a short distance away, peering down at Kyra's folded, overstimulated form. His scaly lips cracked in a goofy grin before uttering a single word in a simplistic draconic dialect. "Pretty."