Saphira slowly became aware of the feelings of reality seeping into her dreams. She tried to keep her dreams alive, but the loud orange colors of dawn were winning the battle against her subconscious. She finally opened her eyes because the strain of staying asleep was giving her a headache. She was still in the same position as she fell asleep in. Thorn had his pale red wing draped over her deep blue form. He was still snoring loudly and forming a puddle of drool from his dangling tongue. Saphira squirmed a bit to let off some of the heat that had collected between their bodies during the night. At the sudden change in temperature against his side, Thorn woke in mid-snore with a loud snort.

"Morning, love," Saphira said.

"Do you always have to wake up so early? I was in the middle of a very… pleasing dream,"Thorn implied to the amusement of Saphira. "I was very near done with the dream; you always wake me up right at the best part."

Saphira suddenly noticed something poking into her side. "I certainly hope you weren't having fun with someone other than your most beautiful bride." She points to his throbbing erection.

"I resent that remark! That was very rude!" He said this in the most surprised and shocked voice he could manage. "I happen to think that adultery is very human-like."

"Well, then, if you haven't been 'seeing' another female, then I suggest you put that thing away before I do it myself." Thorn's eyes went wide and he acted scared As His erection continued to jab her in the side.

Saphira gave him a playful swat for his "humanic" actions, acting deeply offended. "You've already given up on me. You males, always looking for a good one night stand only to leave your partner pregnant and hungry. I hope you can 'persuade' me to forgive you…"

"I don't get a say in this? What happened to innocent until proven guilty?"

"I don't know, but I'm tired of playing married humans. Shall we go hunt? I think I'm in the mood for some nice fresh 'meat'," she said with an obvious grin. Thorn laughs at the double meaning. He tries to get up from his position next to her only to drop back to his side when she grabs his slightly erect member with her tail.

"Please, Saphira, the only thing that can get me out of sex with a beautiful dragoness is food. Besides, I'm willing to bet that you're just as, if not more, hungry than me," he tells her in his best spoiled kid voice.

Knowing she'd lost, she unwraps her tail from his rod to join him in the hunt. Thorn struts to the mouth of the cave, Saphira fuming slightly from being beaten. Thorn takes off into the crisp morning sky, hovering a few yards away to wait for Saphira.

She prepares to take off, taking as much time as possible. She pumps her wings hard to get airborne, to find that it is way harder than she remembered. She furiously moves waves of air with her wings, finally lifting from the ground. It takes her a lot longer than usual to get up to gliding speed. When she finally passes Thorn, he turns to follow her.

As they catch an updraft to move higher into the sky, Thorn's stomach growls loudly, making Saphira nearly fall from the sky with laughter. Thorn gives her a look to silence her. She only laughs harder.

Several minutes later, they were flying silently over the forest, looking for food. Saphira had stopped laughing when her stomach started to growl as loud as Thorn's. Now, they flew side by side scanning for prey. Saphira spots a large moose below them and tells Thorn to take care of it.

"Why can't you kill your own prey?"

"Because you're the one that's supposed to support your pregnant mate."

Thorn grumbles and drops into a silent dive. He comes up from the kill a minute later with his talons covered in blood. "We'll have to eat our fill here; it's too heavy to carry back to the cave."

They dive to the carcass, Thorn picking out a tasty morsel for her. She swallows it whole and motions for him to eat as well. They eat in silence, their snouts brushing up against each other. Thorn finishes first, and sits down to clean his talons. When he's done, he's amazed to see that Saphira still isn't finished eating. "Damn, Saphira, where are you putting all that meat?"

"I don't know why, but I'm still hungry. It must be the developing eggs. Glaedr told me I'd be hungry a lot when I'm pregnant. It won't stay like this forever though. The eggs only take about a week to finish developing. After I lay them, we'll be free for about two months until they hatch. Then we will have to tend to the hatchlings a lot."

"Who's Glaedr?"

"He's my dragon mentor, if you promise—no, swear—in the ancient language that you won't tell anyone about him, I'll take you to meet him. He's actually kind of cool for his age."

Thorn swears to her that he'll never tell anyone about Glaedr. "I think you look kind of sexy when you're all fat and heavy like this. I'm going to miss it after you lay."

"Well, I could always use magic…"

"It wouldn't be the same. Besides, I like you for your personality regardless of how you look,"Thorn told her, which caused her to strut around the clearing. "I also love your skills…"

"You're not lacking in that department either," she implied. She then walked over to her mate and licked his snout clean of the blood dulling his scales. Thorn returned the favor, only he did it with love for his mate, a sort of cleaning kiss.

"I love you, Thorn," she said, wondering why she ever acted hostile in their first meeting.

"I love you as well, Saphira," he replied, wondering how he could ever have thought of hurting her in their first encounter.

As they were flying back to the cave, Saphira suddenly felt an incredible urge to make a nest for her eggs. Thorn was carrying the rest of the moose nearby when he felt Saphira's urge. He just let her drop to the trees to gather her materials; she'd told him about this earlier. She came up with all four claws holding massive branches and even a few uprooted trees. She also held a mass of the underbrush in her curled tail. Thorn was actually impressed with the amount of stuff she was carrying, which probably weighed a total of around five tons or more. Saphira was only labored a small bit by her load, she must have been strengthened by her hormones.

Thorn landed in the cave and quickly moved so Saphira could drop her load. She hovered above the ledge and threw the objects into the cave as far as she could manage. Then she touched down and started dragging logs into their positions on the cave floor, the nest already taking form. Saphira seemed to be doing this subconsciously as she conversed with Thorn in a perfectly normal voice.

"I wonder how long it takes for the hatchlings to be weaned. Hopefully they won't take up a significant portion of our time together," she said.

"We still have to think of names for them. If one of them is a red female, I want her to be named Rose."

"Okay, but may I ask why?"Saphira looks at him strangely.

"You know, Rose daughter of Thorn…"

Saphira shrugs, the overall skeleton of the nest complete. She begins to spread the brush around the nest to make it a very cozy bed. She then invites Thorn to come lay in the nest with her. He lies down next to her and marvels at how comfortable the bed is. "Wow, Saphira, for a first timer at this, you're very good at it."

"Do you like it? If it's comfortable for us, then I know it is good for the hatchlings. Too bad we will only be able to sleep in this bed for two nights until I lay the eggs."

"Well, we can make those two nights worthwhile…"

"Fine, but be gentle. I can't have you squishing the babies before they're even born."

Thorn scooches closer to his mate, immediately increasing the warmth between them. He nuzzled Saphira's neck, giving her a quick lick on the chin. Saphira closed her eyes, Thorn having hit a nerve on her neck. He licked the same spot again. "Do you like that?"

Saphira was stretching her neck out for Thorn's attentions. Apparently she was enjoying it. She didn't want to have all the fun, so she reached around with her tail and twined it around his slightly erect member, causing Thorn to go limp with pleasure. She then started licking his neck, trying for the same sweet spot that he had hit with her. Thorn was too caught up with the sensations between his hind legs to notice.

He rolled over on to his back to give Saphira better access. She noticed a bit of moose meat stuck in between two of his toes. She licked it out, causing Thorn to go crazy. "Thorn, I never would have expected a dragon to be ticklish. You realize of course that I can use that against you."

"Y…Ok, just don't… stop," he gasped. Saphira wrapped her tongue around his cock, marveling in the wonderful taste of it. She blew warm smoke over it, just to see his reaction. Thorn went so limp, she thought he died. If it weren't for his rapid panting and the occasional fluttering of one of his wings, he could have been dead.

Saphira could feel him getting close, though from the colors in his mind, she would have known anyways. She then takes what she can into her mouth, being careful not to jab him with a tooth. She licks up and down, all the while blowing smoke on his erection. Thorn suddenly tenses up a bit and shoots a small flame as he throbs in Saphira's maw.

Saphira saw him shoot the fire ball and felt the taste of his cum in her mouth. She had to swallow quickly to keep it from getting on his red scales. Luckily, he wasn't having one of his record orgasms, so she didn't have too hard a time keeping up. When it was over, Saphira came as close to a kiss as a dragon can get with Thorn, their long tongues fighting for the other's mouth. Thorn tasted his own cum in her mouth, it tasted like it would perfectly complement the flavor of her juices. They went on like this, fighting each other's tongues, for several minutes, until they could not hold their breath any longer.

"I love you Thorn."

"As do I, my love."

And with that, they dropped off to sleep.

"No, Thorn, I'd love to, but we can't tonight. I'm afraid something might happen to the eggs. I promise you, as soon as I'm done laying them, we can do this, but not now,"Saphira explained.

"Alright, but we can still sleep together, right?"

"Of course we can sleep together, silly, there's nothing wrong with you protecting me throughout the night!"Saphira said. "Now, we need to get some rest. I want to be rejuvenated when the time comes to lay, not tired. Good night, Thorn. I love you."

"Good night, Saphira. I love you, and I always will."

Saphira was already asleep. Thorn drapes his wing over her like all the nights before and lays his neck on hers. He soon drops off to sleep as well.

The next morning, Thorn woke up to find that Saphira was still asleep. He wanted to surprise her with some fresh meat when she woke up as sort of a draconic baby shower, so he silently got up from the bed of leaves and took off from the ledge. It was still dark with no hint of the sun rising, though the moon was bright enough to pass as the sun. Thorn found a small updraft, taking it up to the clouds he found that he could actually see in much finer detail due to the lower amount of glare.

Thorn caught sight of another moose about two miles to the northwest, but decided that he'd go for something a bit more luxurious. Suddenly he remembered Saphira telling him about an elven town nearby, so he flew in the direction that she said it was in. Sure enough, when he rounded a hill, he saw quite a few fires and lit windows. He flew towards the town, hoping they would at least allow him to explain before attacking.

Thorn landed at the edge of the forest, in a large clearing that looked like many people trained there. He walked over to a building that smelled as if they made gourmet dishes, and stuck his massive head in a window to have a look. When he looked in the window, he was greeted by an elf screaming, "Enemy dragon! We're under attack!"

Not wanting a large scale mob on his claws, he spoke into the elf's mind, "Quiet, elf, I am not hostile towards you or anyone else here. I am looking for a gourmet dish for my mate, can you set me up?"

The elf stopped screaming and cautiously approached the large red snout peering into his kitchen. "Dragon, if you are not hostile, then let me touch your nose. If you so much as scratch me I'll call for help!"

Thorn did as asked, proving that he was not hostile. The elf asked what he would like, and was told to make the biggest and best dish he could manage for a dragon. The elf immediately got to work getting pots, pans, and stone bake wares for making the monumental dish. Wanting to arrive back before Saphira awoke, Thorn said a few words in the ancient language to speed the elf along. The elf approached him to ask for a light on the stove. Thorn blew as small a flame he could onto the torch held by the elf (That meaning it wasn't a very small flame), who quickly cried "Okay, it's lit!" Thorn chuckled to himself at the elf's obvious distress. Who said he couldn't be a little evil from time to time?

The elf seemed to be flying through his kitchen, flinging meat, spices, utensils, pots, you name it, across the room, Thorn's magic allowing him to catch them before they fell. In all of about twenty minutes, the dish that would normally have taken two or even three days to make was done, wrapped in confectioner's paper for the flight back. Thorn summoned some gold into the elf's pocket with magic and flew off with the dish.

Saphira woke to a wonderful smell permeating the cave. She immediately opened her eyes to find Thorn standing just yards away with the most beautiful dish of food she'd ever seen. It was some animal that looked about as big as a horse piled high with many of a dragon's favorite side dishes. She asked Thorn what the dish was for, and he replied, "Why, Saphira, it's for you! I went to the elven city over the hill to get it for you, as a present for your… ah… erm… well, your pregnancy, I guess. I just wanted to do something to celebrate our bond. I hope you like it!"

"Thank you, Thorn. I don't know what to say, though this was unexpected."

Saphira walks over and licks Thorn on his cheek. She examines the food to see many of her favorites piled high. The smell makes her mouth water as she goes to take a bite. Thorn stands next to her awaiting her approval. Saphira grabs a chunk of the meat and marvels at the incredible blend of spices. Sweet, sour, bitter, salty, and spicy all blended into one perfect flavor. She nods her approval to Thorn and he joins her. They eat side by side, as usual brushing snouts as they devour the scrumptious meat and side dishes.

Several minutes later, they finally finish the meat. Saphira immediately drops off to sleep, much to the surprise of Thorn. He walks over and cleans the leftover juices from her snout, careful not to wake her. He then cleaned his own muzzle and lies down next to her, draping his wing over her side. He takes the position of lookout for his bride, protecting her from any possible dangers that could arise.

Saphira slowly starts to fade away, one of a pregnant dragon's defenses while sleeping. Thorn's interest in the process was renewed; he made a mental note to ask this Glaedr character how it worked. He kept on the watch until Saphira was totally gone. When she was totally disappeared, he laid his head on her invisible shoulder to get a bit more comfortable.

Thorn tried to keep his eyes open, but his full stomach combined with the warmth of his bride and the softness of the nest made him nod off. He didn't resist knowing that hardly anything could do much harm to them anyways. The two dragons slept the day away, their dreams occasionally merging.