𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜

Fathom x Indigo

By AnkoleHorn (tired of typing this but if I don't, then people will snipe me in the comments)

"It's unbearably boring out here!" Indigo yelled from the other side of the island Fathom was on. Fathom, in response, took a deep huff of breath and let it out in annoyance.

"That's kind of the point," he responded, raising his voice to get the message across. Indigo groaned faintly. It wasn't a very large island, but it had enough room to live on and sparse vegetation grew around. Hidden in the middle was a small wooden house, surrounded by more dense trees that hid it fairly well from view. All of this blocked the sound of the twos' bickering, which Fathom was fairly grateful for.

"Safe doesn't have to mean boring, Fathom," she responded. Fathom could picture her throwing her hands to the sky in an exasperated expression. Fathom groaned in response to her. He rolled off of his back, previously lying in the sand. He was fairly sure he could hear Indigo ranting, but couldn't make out the words.

"I'm not going to use my power for entertainment. You know that." He yelled back, and made his way off of the beach and into the more vegetated areas of the island. Indigo imitated his words mockingly as he walked towards her general location.

"You couldn't have just made us a house with it? Or expanded the island? Or made our lives just a little bit easier? My back still hurts from making that house, and it's not even good! Why do we need a house? We can live in the sea!" She ranted. Fathom's forehead creased slightly.

"You were the one that asked for a house..." Indigo chuffed, turned to Fathom's general direction, and opened her mouth to protest. She couldn't think of a comeback to that, as it was her idea, and she basically proved herself wrong here.

Instead, she moved to meet him in the middle of his trek through the island. He was fairly close already, so it wasn't much of a walk, nor did she meet him anywhere close to the middle. Fathom looked at her with that worried look of his. His eyes held an odd amount of sadness lately, ever since the two moved to the island. Indigo suddenly felt a pang of guilt in her heart, and she moved closer, hugging him with both her wings and front arms... legs... whatever's correct for this situation. "I'm sorry," she said soothingly, resting her head on one of Fathom's shoulders. "I don't mean to fight. I guess I just miss having other dragons around-- being part of a kingdom."

"Would you rather we stayed back there?" Fathom asked. He seemed to want to say more, but bit his lower lip to stop himself. He leaned his head on Indigo's neck.

"No," she admitted, and sighed. "I know back there I'd be stuck guarding that uptight queen and wouldn't ever get to see you, and if I did, I'd never get to talk to you. This is much better." Fathom nuzzled the back of her head happily, his head moving to on top of hers. The two looked at each other, somewhat awkwardly from their positions.

"I understand how you feel." He replied, his voice seeming much more calm than usual. Indigo smiled up at him.

"Well, then why don't we do something together?" She asked. Fathom agreed, but wasn't actually thinking the same as Indigo. Indigo retracted herself off of Fathom, and looked him up and down. There was an awkward pause between the two, as Fathom didn't understand. Indigo locked eyes with him and laughed, sensing his confusion. She moved quickly, and shoved him to the ground. He yelped, but Indigo cut him off with a passionate and rather lustful kiss. Her mouth enveloped his and her tongue moved around his wildly. At first, Fathom didn't understand and protested for a few seconds, but then loosened up to Indigo's grip on him. She pulled back not long after, smiling wide at him. He smiled back, awkwardly, not expecting any of this nor understanding any of this.

"Well, whatever we're doing, why don't we take it back to the house? You're the one who complains that we don't use it."

. . .

Indigo breathed in sharply and excitedly. She stood over Fathom, who laid on his back on the wooden floor, with her cunt, already dripping, positioned over Fathom's large erection. She looked down between both of their legs to look at his size with an unsettlingly happy smile.

"Are you sure about this?" Fathom asked. He wasn't so sure himself. Indigo seemed to realize this and pulled her head back to frown at him.

"I'm okay with dragonets, as long as you're their father. I know you're worried, though. If we have them, we'll raise them right. And we'll definitely figure out if they have your power before they can use it. Okay? I want this, and I want you to want this." She seemed sincere, but Fathom wasn't completely sure because now she was rubbing herself along his erection's tip, almost overcome with her lust. He looked up at her worryingly, but nodded.

"Alright. If--" That was all Indigo wanted to hear, and she lowered herself onto Fathom's cock slowly, her folds parting and her warm flesh enveloping him. Fathom gasped, cutting himself off, and Indigo moaned happily. About halfway down onto him, she couldn't resist her urges, and instead slammed herself down against him. Her following moan was pained, but she was smiling with her mouth wide open and her eyes closed. Fathom placed his talons on her sides to reassure her. She didn't need that, but appreciated it.

She lifted her haunches up, unbending her knees, until Fathom was out of her again. Then she bent down onto him once more, not fast enough to hurt her, but still rather quickly. Fathom moaned as her soft rear brushed the base of his dick and his underbelly. Indigo's tail faintly thumped against the wooden floor, like a happy dog, as she continued to pull herself of of him and then shove her weight back down on his length.

As she got into the motion, she sped up. She got quicker as she bent her back knees and Fathom darted into the back of her reaches, filling her with his length, and she unbent them to have him pull out of her. Fathom moaned more than Indigo as his dick was stroked up and down by the warm and surprisingly wet inside skin of Indigo's vagina. He gripped her sides tightly, leaning his head back against the floor with his eyes closed. Just the thought of fucking Indigo, or more precisely being fucked by her, brought him to a quick orgasm.

Indigo came with him, resting her ass on Fathom's cock as his seed filled into her depths, despite her own cum's efforts to wash it away. She made no signs of moving off of him, but looked down at him with a look that he understood well. He pulled her off of his dick and helped her to her feet. He lead her to the wall and pinned her against it, his arms resting by the sides of her head. Fathom waited until she sat down, then prodded her in the face with his cum-soaked dick. Indigo opened her mouth, her head resting against the wall, and Fathom thrusted in. Indigo moaned, licking where she could reach of his dick with her tongue. She continued to make repeated sounds of pleasure, or general gagging, to make the experience better for Fathom.

Fathom didn't go slow. He thrusted into her hard and fast, reaching past the thresholds of her mouth and into her throat. He soon found it easier to use his head against the wall to balance himself, while he grabbed Indigo by the horns and forced her head into his dragonhood, going along with his thrusts. She found it hard to do anything voluntary except gag, and left her body to Fathom's will.

Fathom moaned, loving the feeling created by both the cum and the spit lubricating his cock as he thrusted in. Indigo's gags also turned him on more than he cared to admit, and found it arousing to be hurting her. He quickly shook that thought off. He wasn't going to ruin this moment with his animus paranoia.

He finished with Indigo drooling down his underbelly as he forced her to drink down his cum. He didn't move, nor let Indigo move, until he was sure he couldn't cum any more. Indigo seemed sad when he pulled out, but relieved, as she gasped loudly for air.

"So what are you planning on naming them?" Fathom asked.

"I don't know yet, but I have a fair idea."