The Dragon Prince: A Dumb Lump and Salty Dragon

Blood of a Doe

RK: Wanted to dig into the dragon hunting philosophy a little bit. So that's where this idea originated from. :)

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With a sigh, the dragoness looked down at the prey she'd just caught. The doe's neck was snapped, leaving it lying lifelessly on the ground. But despite the gruesome sight, at least the animal's death had been swift and almost painless.

Since she came to stay at the castle, Pyrrah was living off of bread, vegetables, and fruits, everything other than meat. However, as an omnivorous creature, she needed the protein to keep her strength up. It wasn't healthy for a sun dragon such as herself to be off of meat for too long.

It was late afternoon, and Soren wouldn't be done with his shift for a few hours yet. She didn't know why she was so concerned about him finding out about her hunting. Perhaps it was the fear he'd find her disgusting, or worse, he'd be scared.

Shaking the thought away, the crimson dragon leaned down and sniffed the dead animal. Before taking her first bite, she thought for a moment. Maybe the pelt and bones would be worth something if properly left intact. She knew the humans of Del Bar especially valued animal furs a great deal.

Pyrrah hastily glanced around and sniffed, making sure no one was nearby. All she caught was a whiff of some ravens sitting in a nearby tree, most likely waiting until she was finished. The dragoness paid them no heed as she shifted down to her hybrid form. She looked down at the clothing on her body. And though it was red, she didn't want deep crimson staining the fabric from her feasting. So, she simply looked around one more time before removing her clothes.

This left her bare in the wilderness, and with her mouth watering, she knelt down, licking her lips before tearing her teeth at the doe's hide.

With her sharp fangs, it didn't take long for her to tear the skin away, revealing the meaty, bloody underbelly of the deer. The dragoness crouched low, using both her teeth and claws to rip small pieces of the meat for it to last. And less damage to the hide, the better.

The hybrid's face, arms, and chest were smeared in blood, dripping down her body. The metallic smell filled her nose, making her purr as she felt the strength of this beautiful animal bring her sustenance. Dragons held reverence for their prey. Never did they kill young offspring, since they were defenseless, innocent, and lacking proper meat. Preferably, they went after older animals, usually ones that were becoming too weak. This doe was one of them. She was matured, aged, but from her scent, she seemed to have mothered many young faun. Her life was fulfilled in the creation of new life, and now she would sustain the power of this mighty dragoness who had yet to give new life herself.

Pulling away to breathe, the dragoness chuckled to herself. Her and Soren had begun to actually try for a while now. No signs of an egg yet, but it wasn't unexpected. Variants, especially the dragon-human sort, were the hardest to conceive.

The dragoness used her teeth to tear further into the breast of the animal, carefully snapping away rib bones so she could get access to the more tender flesh.

There was an audible gasp from behind her.

Pulling away quickly, the dragoness turned herself around with a hiss. But when she saw who it was, her narrowed eyes widened in horror.

"S-Soren!...Th-there were...two more hours! What...what are you doing here?!" She began panicking, hastily wrapping her wings and tail around herself to hide her face and body.

It took the guard a moment to get his voice back, but he slowly walked over and knelt himself in front of her. "I...I was let off early. And...and when I couldn't find you...I asked some people. They saw you head for these woods, south of the wall."

When the dragoness didn't respond and her wings began to tremble, Soren's eyes softened. "Pyrrah? Are...are you okay?" He attempted to move her wing, but she only pulled it closer to herself.

"Y-you must...you must think I'm some sort of...some sort of beast..."

Taken aback by her words, Soren glared and grabbed her tail, pulling it into his lap. "Pyrrah...you are not a beast...you are my wife. Did you really think I didn't know dragons hunt?"

Peeking between her wings, the dragoness slowly parted them. "But...to see me...like this...aren't you...scared of me...or...or disgusted?"

Soren paused for a moment, looking over her blood-soaked body. He smirked, leaning in and grabbing her, kissing her softly on the lips. Her bloody lips melded with his, and then he pulled away, some of the doe's blood smearing on his skin. The taste wasn't great. It was like he'd just licked his armour, but the astonished look on her face was enough to make him smile.

"Pyrrah, you're a dragon. You need to eat. I'm not scared of you because of it." Softly smiling, Soren rubbed his cheek against hers, nuzzling her affectionately. His face smeared with even more blood, his blond hair partially staining red.

Pyrrah chuckled, gently pushing him away, "You're gonna stain your uniform."

Looking down for a moment, Soren began unbuckling his armor, removing his cape and gambeson.

"W-wait, what are you doing?!"

"I hope you don't mind me coming close to your game, but I want to watch you...If that's okay."

Glancing away shyly, the dragoness rubbed her arm. "A-are you sure?...it...it's kind of...gruesome...to watch me eat like this."

Slowly crawling over to the doe, Soren looked down, running his hand down the dead animal's pelt. "I don't mind...really. I uh...actually think it's kinda hot I'm mated to a predator." He chuckled lightheartedly and gave her a wink.

With a smile and a roll of her eyes, Pyrrah slowly leaned back down to the animal's underside. She felt a little more self-conscious now that her mate was watching, but she still continued to eat mouthfuls to satiate her hunger.

Soren swallowed thickly as he watched his wife, such primal behavior sending a slight shiver up his spine. When he saw her tear away a particularly large piece, he also leaned down, daring to latch his own teeth to the same sinew and take a bite. After Pyrrah had managed to swallow her half, she only stared at him in shock.

"S-Soren, you know my stomach is built for this, right? I don't think you should be eating raw meat." The dragoness looked over at him seriously, watching him eat the piece of bloodied tissue he'd just shared with her. Though, she couldn't deny it was amusing to watch him try and figure out the taste.

After he finished, he looked into her eyes with a genuine, soft smile. "But...I want you to feel safe...being around me with stuff like this...I-I don't want you to feel like you have to hide yourself Pyrrah, who you are...and...if I have to eat raw deer meat beside you to make sure you feel comfortable, then I'll do it."

Smiling, Pyrrah leaned in to capture his lips once more. The kiss was soft, gentle, but full of love and gratefulness. "What did I do to deserve you?" she whispered as she pulled away.

"Nothing. You were just you," the human whispered back, cupping her bloodied cheek in his hand. "Now, what are you waiting for? You're gonna need to keep your strength up..." Soren leaned down to her ear with a smirk. "Especially if later, we're picking up where last night left off~"