Ah, needed that... I am coming back from a hunt, having just eaten and washed myself in the waterfall when I see a small figure in my nest. At first I think it's a lost jagras, but it's not. It look like a human. Not knowing what humans really are beyond having seen them below me in the forest before, I swoop down without attacking first to inspect. I land with two powerful thuds and you fall backward in surprise – then righting yourself and taking that large spiky thing off your back with your arms. Who are you and what are you doing in my nest? I speak in a growl.

I cock my head to the side. "Jones Mons... Sounds like a dumb name even for humans. As for what you think I don't want to hear, go ahead and tell me this truth of yours. Though if it concerns disrupting my home and wellbeing I might have to get physical." I narrow my eyes slightly, watching him carefully, still not attacking despite the threat he just made against her nest and herself.

"You... you were sent here?" she repeats, unsure whether to believe him at first. "Why? And why now?" The rathian tilts her head as she waits for an answer, and then realization slowly dawns on her features. "No, no... you're not from the Guild! You look human..." She growls and huffs. Her body tenses in readiness to attack or defend should it prove necessary. "Why did you come? And who sent you?" she demands, carefully watching him, waiting for some sort of sign that he means no harm.

Hmm... you're lying, aren't you? About being just some hired mercenary, I mean. You don't know the Guilds if you say that with a straight face."The king... you said?" She cocks her head, still unconvinced and uncertain whether to believe him or not. "Kings don't send human soldiers into monster nests. It would be far too dangerous. Why would he take the risk when there are trained guards in the Guilds that could do this job?" She paces a little, considering her words carefully as she scrutinizes him intently, searching for any sign of deception or ill intent.

Her claws flex slightly, wings twitching instinctively at her sides, ready to snap out and engulf the intruder should he prove himself an enemy rather than simply a trespasser. "So why are you really here?" she demands again, her voice cold and hard as stone. "And what do you want from me?"

The rathian's eyes widen in surprise and she snorts with an amused huff before letting out a small laugh of her own. "You think I'd just give you some eggs... for 'friendship'," she says, making air quotes around the last word. "A likely story! You know we wyverns have to work hard for our eggs, and I don't just go around giving them away to any old human who happens by."

She tilts her head curiously, studying his face. "But if you really want some...," she starts slowly, hesitating before continuing, "...perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement. Something that would be mutually beneficial for both of us..." Her voice trails off suggestively, wings twitching eagerly as she begins to consider the possibilities.

The rathian takes a step closer to him, eyes fixed on his face. "Tell me, human... what is it you're truly after? And what do you think you could possibly offer in return?"

The rathian blinks, surprised by the human's touch and suggestion. His voice is soft, sensual... something she hadn't experienced before in such a deep way. A shiver runs down her spine as he continues to speak, calling attention to her scales with compliment and innuendo alike.

"Renara..." she breathes his name softly, almost experimentally, surprised at how easily it comes out of her mouth. His touch ignites a fire inside her she'd nearly forgotten existed. "What... what is it you want from me?" She purrs the question, tilting her head curiously as she steps closer still.

Her gaze meets his and for a moment they are locked in an intense staring contest, both trying to gauge the other's intentions, desires. And then, slowly but surely, Renara leans in, pressing her scaled snout against his chest...

The rathian moans softly, arching her neck to press more fully against his chest as he continues to stroke and caress her scaly head. His touch is unlike anything she's ever experienced, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. "I... I don't know..." she whispers, her voice rough with desire and confusion. "You are different from any other I have met... It feels wrong, but so very right at the same time..."

Her eyes meet his again, searching for some sign, some understanding of what this could mean. For them both. And then, slowly, she takes a step back, giving him space to respond, even as part of her wishes he would follow and press closer still. "Just... be gentle with me," she murmurs, her tail lashing restlessly behind her. "Please..."

Surprised by the gesture but not unwilling, Renara leans into the kiss, returning it eagerly. Her tail snake sinuously around his waist, pulling him even closer as she moans softly against his lips. Her scales are warm and silky beneath his hands as he slides them up her neck, over her head, exploring every inch of her body that he can reach.

The rathian purrs contentedly, arching into the contact, wanting more and yet unable to articulate exactly what that is. Her wings unfurl with a soft rustle, lifting slightly off her back as if offering herself up completely to him. "Yes..." she whispers against his lips. "Please..."

With a low growl and sudden impatience, the rathian nuzzles against his neck, nipping playfully at his flesh as she answers with a muffled "Yes." She grinds her hips into him, seeking friction where there is none yet between their bodies. The human's erection pressing against her through his pants only serves to heighten the need within her.

Her wings shudder and twitch, preparing for flight or... something else entirely as she presses closer, wanting more of him. "Take me," she murmurs roughly, arching her back in offering. "Please..."

Her chest heaves with each breath as her eyes widen in surprise and excitement at the thought. The hunger inside her intensifies at the prospect of finally feeling the release she's craved for so long. She nods, almost violently, still unable to form words past the need that burns through her body. A low growl rumbles deep in her throat as she presses harder against him, seeking completion. Her wings flutter anxiously, aching for something more than just a chaste touch. "Yes," she manages to whisper hoarsely between gritted teeth. "Please..."

Moaning softly in anticipation, Renara tilts her head back and spreads her wings wide, baring herself completely to him. She groans as he touches her, feeling almost frantic with need. With a flick of her tail, she urges him closer still, silently begging for him to claim her. Her muscles tense and quiver beneath his hands as she arches into his touch, her need growing more desperate by the moment.

"Please..." she whispers raggedly, eyes locked on his face even as he parts her folds and presses inside. She gasps as he fills her, feeling him stretch her tight, aching walls. With a shuddering gasp, Renara wraps her wings around them both, lifting off the ground as she takes him deeper still. Her claws dig into his shoulders as pleasure tears through her in waves, overwhelming everything else.

"Oh gods..." she breathes, arching her back and moaning loudly. "So good... So right..." She rides him, giving herself completely to the sensation, letting go of every last restraint she's held onto for so long as he takes her higher and higher into ecstasy.