𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜

Glorybringer

Glory sat alone in her hut, looking through a small pile of scrolls. She took one, opened it, skimmed through it, and then put it down in a different pile depending on if it was a letter or just reading material. She'd gotten sick of the never ending complaints from the RainWings after the NightWings had to live in the same Rainforest, so she kept her doors closed and guards stationed around her hut often to shut them out. If it was urgent, they could write a letter to her. If they didn't know how to write, like it was apparent for a stupid amount of RainWings, well they'd better learn.

Glory turned to the sounds of wingbeats, then turned back to her work; already having a fair idea of who the guards would let near. As the wingbeats stopped, she sighed. "Come to swoon me out of my cave?" She asked in an annoyed voice as if he'd tried this multiple times today.

Deathbringer chuckled. "That depends on you." He walked over to Glory, watching what she was doing. It took less than a second for him to get bored of that.

"Shouldn't you be out stopping fights, or whatever you do when you're not guarding me?" Glory asked, still not giving him the satisfaction of looking up.

"Oh, but I am here to protect you! I heard there was a handsome NightWing looking for some alone time with you. Now that I think about it, that's me." Deathbringer grinned, and Glory just cocked an eyebrow, looking sideways at him.

"You really didn't execute that very well." She still wouldn't even lift her head off of her task.

"So what can I do to get you out of this dark room? I mean, I've got some ideas, but I'm fairly sure you'd slap me if I tried anything." She met his eyes, pausing.

"Yes, I am going to slap you if you do something stupid. What are you thinking?"
Deathbringer's grin grew to his signature smug smile.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe..." His tail wrapped around Glory's, but then untangled itself and rather went for something... lower. It rubbed around the base of her tail, slithering downwards. It took Glory a moment, just enough time for him to find her slit, to realize what he was doing. Like she promised, she slapped him. He smiled again. "Maybe we could have some 'fun'?"

Glory sighed. "You know what? Fine. After this, leave me be for the rest of the day. Got it?" Deathbringer nodded. He made his way over to the bed, conveniently placed in the same room Glory had been in all day, while Glory took a moment to ensure their privacy by telling the guards not to come in. She then sauntered her way back to the over-eager NightWing laying in an idiotic position on the bed, probably trying to be mock-seductive. Glory nearly broke into laughter, and hade to hide her face into her claws while her breathing calmed.

"What? Don't you like what you see?" As if to compliment his words, Deathbringer's tool slowly unsheathed itself. He encouraged it by idly stroking it, looking directly at Glory. Glory, in response, face-palmed (or, taloned, whichever suits you) and snorted, nearly losing to a fit of giggling. Of course, she had work to do, and wasn't going to waste more time laughing than pleasing her dopey, but admittedly handsome and inviting, mate.

"I could say I like specific parts of what I see." Glory paced forward, slowly putting one foot in front of the other, her hips swaying a bit with the exaggerated movements. Her tail swayed against her luxurious scales, rubbing against her sides to show off her large curves; her tail flicking in and out of the very few spots of sun that glimmered through the leaved roof. Although it would've been rather hard to see for any other dragon; a previous assassin like Deathbringer had no problem seeing her seductive show. Glory knew this, but changed her scales willingly to a bright pink so it would be easier to see her against the black of the room.

Deathbringer was turned on. He watched her, forgetting completely to stroke himself, and his member was slowly gaining length. By the time Glory had reached him, he was fully erect. Limp, but fully erect, and full of anticipation. Deathbringer relaxed himself into a better position as Glory climbed on top of him. He grabbed her head by the sides, holding it close to him. The two exchanged a moment of hot breathing as they stared into each others' eyes. There was a whole lot of lust in there, but it didn't compare to the genuine amount of love each would show to their other. Neither cared to admit it audibly, but it didn't take a mind-reading NightWing for their thoughts to be conveyed.