Nami's Territory - Erotic

Cha 2: The Mating Law - EROTIC SCENE

Nami paled and blinked a few times as her wings slunk. "How do you know about that?"

Kyne didn't answer though, he further described what he had surfaced. "Mating laws are similar to battle laws. A mating fight, if you will. Commonplace for all dragons. The first degree involves just pleasure, technically. If combatant can get the other combatant off, so-to-speak, without getting theirselves, they are entitled to the second degree of mating battles. The first degree can be skipped if the combatant is strong enough." 

"Why are you talking about this here?" Nami gasped and whispered harshly. "Most of the world doesn't mate like my kind does anymore." 

Kyne still didn't acknowledge her and kept going. "The second degree of mating involves ejaculation. Either the male manages to let his seed out into his mating combatant, or the female manages to make him seed outside of her. If the male wins, he temporarily is part ownership of her territories. If she wins, the same can be said the other way around." Kyne's tail flicked as though he were waiting to see if she'd try to cut in, but she kept silent this time. Her claws grazed at the table before them. "Third degree is the, 'heat' battle. Upon her first round of heat after the battles, if he manages to mate with her, then he forever has joint ownership of her territories. He stays King of his own, and partners with hers. If she stays away from him all of her heat and is never mounted, then the opposite is true. The second degree cannot be skipped, even if she is in heat upon it occurring, as such, she and he are always given that final chance." 

"You've studied quite more than I realized," Nami hissed as her claws raked deeper into the table. 

"Have you ever wondered why this is a law? It is believed that mating battles are not a true form of battle. It is a form of bonding, thus no complete ownership of territories will occur. It is a way to build family and structure between territories. Isn't that wonderful?" Kyne smirked again and dipped his paw down, grabbing one of the pastries and planted it in his mouth. He bit down, humming at the sweet taste before downing it. 

"Yes... so wonderful." Nami eyed him carefully, waiting for the last tidbit of information. All other forms of gaining territory were dictated on agreed upon terms prior to the event. The mating ritual didn't have such, as all owned territories were involved no matter what and mating, despite it also being a battle, was natural. He didn't bring it up though. He'd given his two cents. "Do you think I'm going to agree to such a battle, or any of those laws to begin with." Finally, she could return with a cocky grin, where she too reached down, grabbed the star-shaped pastry, and took it up too. 

So sweet. Tons of sweet. Far more than she was used to, but somehow, not overbearing. "As a dragon," Kyne began, "the height and size of things means little to you, correct?" 

She nodded and swallowed, licking powered sugar off her fingers. "We are the kind that go for it. I'm small for a dragon, but light weights offer the strongest bites."

"Oh?" Kyne growled out and leaned toward her. "Is that so? Can you tell then? I saw you looking around, but how little do you pay attention due to your dragon pride, hm?" 

Nami furrowed her brows and scooted a bit to the left before double checking the area about them. All seemed normal. Somewhat normal. Perhaps... not as normal as she thought. Laughter. Talks. Muses... moans. Nami's tail flicked as her eyes widened. In those deep shadows, she could just make out a tail under the table. An extra tail. There was someone beneath the table and the man sitting seemed beyond in bliss. 

"Not all places have forgotten ancient ways of mating. Many of us still feel it," Kyne said and Nami turned her head to another table. A woman was topless over there. The fur of the stranger anthro made it tough to tell, but Nami could make out the peak of her nipples. Someone was leaning forward, licking at it. And at another table, a woman sat face to face with another, her legs wrapped about him.