All Lovely, All Strong, and All Hers

Writers: Devin, Estelle, Heather, Iluva, Noli, Sia
Date Posted: 1st July 2025

Characters: Z'kylo, S'yei, R'fal, N'vanik, T'lin, O'rosin, B'nur
Description: Veth Rises
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 17 of Turn 12

Z'kylo

N'vanik

T'lin

O'rosin

Veth had insisted on a bath and a thorough oiling and had bullied Z’kylo into doing all of it with the greatest care, even if it meant he had to rescrub the same spots until his arms ached from the effort, and then she demanded he slather even more oil wherever she told him to with the same meticulous precision.

Then Veth had slept. For the better part of the morning she sprawled on her ledge for all the males of the Weyr to see, in the exact spot where they could appropriately admire her fantastic gleam and bicker over which of them would finally get to join her when she woke.

Veth had all kinds of plans for this day, and Z’kylo’s increasing anxiety and nausea had no say in them. His dread didn’t matter, the pounding of his heart had nowhere to go. It was like trying to stop the sun from shining, and there was a beautiful high sun catching her forest green hide that afternoon.

From inside their weyr, he stewed. Chewed his fingernails down to nothing and sat watching her, the potent glow of her hide unmistakable. Watching it intensify with every passing candlemark, each moment that made her look more brilliant and radiant than the last.

He was screwed.

Like a dead man walking, like a hardened criminal staked out for Threadfall, there was absolute certainty of what was to come. And the alternative -- resisting her, fighting her and what she was made to do -- well, he’d tried that a few times. It had cost them both.

Desperation sent him to the kitchen to splash cold water on his face, droplets amplifying his thick fields of freckles. It felt like the only thing he_could_ do, the only part of him that was still_him_. Because when she rose, she would rise hard and rise fast. She would leave them all behind; she would tease and taunt, and brush devilishly against their hot, handsome hides and then vanish sideways with a wicked laugh, unclaimed, free.

Now Veth stirred.

As if summoned by his thoughts, Veth unfurled from her pose into a fluid, sensual stretch. Her tail flicked. Her eyes snapped open, whirling with heat and hunger -- her very real and all-consuming _need_. Without even a look behind her for him, she screamed. An ear-splitting screech that followed her into the clear mid-day air, inviting the males of the Weyr to_try_. She would make them - every last one of them.

Yalith answered Veth's invitation by launching himself from the ledge where he had been sunning. Her sensual fury beckoned to him. A primal beacon of need. The blue's decision caught S'yei as he was leaving the bathing pools. At least he was fresh, he thought, hair still dripping as he went for the flight rooms in search of the greens rider.

Loranath beat great wings, joining the chase with a roar of his own. B'nur felt the heat rising inside of himself. He was already in the flight room, having lost the argument with his dragon that morning regarding the bronze's desire to chase the green. At 65 Turns B'nur no longer felt the need for such antics himself, but his will was no match for his lifemate's, and he felt his body responding to his dragon's lust. He swayed slightly as he watched the little green's receding body through Loranath's eyes.

N'vanik was in his office going over Threadfall charts and weather reports when he was interrupted by a wave of dragonlust. }:Veth is mine!:{

**We've got Fall tomorrow. I have things to do.** N'vanik was half-annoyed, half-amused.

}:Veth rises now. Tomorrow is tomorrow.:{ And with that, Loseth was airborne.

With a snort, N'vanik got up from his desk.

}:I want her!,:{ Calaroth insisted.

**Who's got your eye this time?**

}:Veth. Her hide gleams in the sun. She is fierce and beautiful.:{

Ah, Z'kylo. T'lin smiled as he hurried to the flight cots.

R'fal knew there was a particular type of interest that his dragon showed when a green caught his eye, flickering into life across their bond. It gave him enough warning to excuse himself from his wingmates before Marlath's desire overtook him, quickening his breath and heating his skin. The brown was young and didn't have many wins to boast of, but that didn't discourage him, and R'fal had come to enjoy the anticipation. Anything could happen...

**Are you sure about this?** he teased as he jogged across the Weyrbowl. **Veth is a nippy flier. You'll have to be quick off the mark.** They weren't in the same Wing, but he'd seen them drilling.

}:That is why I will catch her. Only the swiftest and most skilled will be worthy.:{ Marlath crouched on his ledge, poised, intent on the delicate little green. With her challenging scream, he leapt after her, and R'fal was with him, the cliffs falling away beneath them, wings stirring the air, muscles straining to gain height.

Aeoluth's interest was caught. It didn't happen nearly as often as others (Skadith), but O'rosin was starting to get used to the casual consideration the brown took to mating flights. He looked up from where he was fixing a worn piece of Aeoluth's straps, sifting through the bond to try and find the dragon that caught his eye. It came in a flash of green hide, in the echo of her scream. Veth.

O'rosin cursed as Aeoluth roared and took off after her. Z'kylo was probably fighting it every step of the way, and he didn't want to cause him any more stress than he was already feeling. Still, he had as much choice as Z'kylo did, and he abandoned his work for the flightrooms.

High above, Veth was climbing fast. Her wings had never worked so hard and so effortlessly at the same time. Lust burned through her, a potent fuel, and she couldn't help it - she had to steal a glance at her suitors.

Oh my. Such a beautiful legion; Two blues, two browns, two bronzes.

All lovely, all strong. All_hers_.

She couldn't help but admire their good taste, their intense desire for her, and delight shimmered through her veins at the sight of the Weyrleader's dragon. That she could rouse Loseth from his ledge was more than she knew what to do with, other than to feel a wave of smug satisfaction and tuck herself into a sharp dive, carving tight around Loseth's bulk just to feel the thrill of it.

Z'kylo's shock at seeing N'vanik was another matter entirely.

He barely remembered how he'd gotten to the flightrooms. How he was _here_, of all places. His heart flailed in his chest at the thought of that particular end, breathless and panicked enough to surprise Veth. She dropped a few feet with an undignified screech before quickly righting herself. She reached for him and he came back to her, mind and will folding into hers once more. There, no harm done at all. She didn't know the exact roots of his reluctance. She didn't need to. She felt his trust growing in her with each wingbeat. She_relished_ it. This was her flight, and she would only settle for the male who _earned_ her.

With a wild, joyous laugh, next Veth banked around Loranath. It was a little unfair these bronzes were so big and slow in these moments, but she relished the close-call of slipping between him and Aeoluth like a breath, another gleeful cry in her throat.

The blue horizon loomed. Her tail clipped Yalith's entirely by accident, launching heady adrenaline across her thoughts. }:You are all so lovely, but you_must_ be quick:{ she purred, and flew even faster.

}:I can keep up,:{ Yalith promised, able to match the green's agility with his own. He might not have a metallic hide, but the lean muscles beneath his gleaming blue hide assisted him in turning sharply and barreling after Veth in a burst of speed.

Loranath struggled mightily to follow the little green's acrobatic maneuvers, his larger bulk making it impossible to replicate the hairpin turns and steep dives. He wasn't too worried, though; as long as Veth kept flying, his stamina would ensure that he was still chasing strongly long after the smaller dragons tired. He called
encouragement to her. }: Keep flying, beautiful Veth. These other males will not appreciate you like I will. Come, let's leave them behind and fly together.:{

Aeoluth couldn't keep up with the acrobatics, though he marvelled with an odd delight as Veth darted past him and Loranath. It was...odd, to O'rosin, how Aeoluth basked in the experience of it. He could appreciate that Veth could fly in ways he could not, and that fascination was much better than focusing on the Weyrleader being in attendance. Poor Z'kylo.

Loseth was a bit surprised when the green darted past him and he reached a talon toward her, almost lazily, for he didn't think he could catch her this early. He was far too large and heavy to keep up with Veth, but he did his best, possessive need driving him to fly as fast as he could. He snarled at a nearby bronze when he got too close. }:Mine!:{

}:Beautiful, clever Veth,:{ Calaroth crooned. }:Those big males are no match for you. I can follow wherever you go.:{ He spun, showing off as he flew past a brown.

Marlath growled at the blue as he was overtaken, all sense of solidarity between clutchmates forgotten. All that mattered was Veth, and the desire to feel her sun-warmed hide against his, their necks and bodies entwined. How she shone in the bright sunlight of the upper sky! But though he could put on a burst of speed and pass these impertinent blues, he'd learned from making that mistake before; the agile green would easily slip out of his grasp. Instead, he focused on his admiration for her grace, her skill and daring as she darted in and out of the chasing pack, while he waited for his chance.

}:Come on! You can do better that that. I_know_ you can!:{ Veth called. Yalith was rocketing up fast behind her and she twisted sharply to the left, nothing but a flash of movement as she veered around him and Calaroth. Then, with a burst of speed, she shot beneath the pack of chasers like an arrow launched in the opposing direction. Fast, feral,_free_. An unstoppable force. She nearly made it to the back of the group, poised and ready to surprise by shooting up behind them and triumphantly turning the tables -- to be the one chasing _them_ for a change -- but Marlath was suddenly_there_, far closer than she realized. She was so caught up in her own power and joy that she'd lost track of where they all were.

Startled, he forced her into zipping right with a burst of speed and a wild snap of her wings, letting out an indignant little huff like he'd changed the game, as if they were supposed to simply_watch_ her as she showed off, not keep trying to catch her!

But oh, they wanted her. She felt how badly they did. How they fought for her, vied for her favor, snapped at each other in savage competition. It was_delicious_. Despite wanting to drag this out forever, to leave them wanting, wanting, wanting, her wings were on fire with the exertion and she knew she couldn't keep this up much longer.

}:Let's see what you've got, shall we?:{ Veth teased like being tired was merely a thought, and with singular, sensual purpose, she climbed, hurling toward the apex of lust and delight. They were all marvelous. All of them. Frantically dodging talons in all directions, her turns narrowed tighter and tighter, funnelling them up behind her against the thinning blue sky. The world was theirs. Z'kylo's pulse was her pulse, his breath her breath, and now she felt him -- the one who would fit against them so_perfectly_.

Yalith ducked beneath a brown that had veered off course and then began to climb. The ache of fatigue was beginning to make its presence known, but he pushed it aside. Everything in his body had narrowed to a single focus - Veth.

Marlath hissed in frustration. He'd been so close, but now he swung wide, not able to match the green's spiralling, dizzying climb. Still, he wasn't ready to give up yet, and his one consolation was that she was too fast even for the blues who were right on her tail. If he could last a little longer, then they would fade and his greater strength would tell. Veth might still choose him!

Calaroth was close behind the young green, though not yet close enough for a catch. }:Choose me! I will make you feel so good. Let me twine with you, beautiful Veth.:{

Loseth couldn't match the swift, acrobatic blues, but he was surprisingly agile for his massive size, shifting to follow the teasing green. Using thermals and wind currents to his advantage, his huge wings carried him up through the bright, clear sky. He projected his determination and desire as he followed Veth higher and higher.

Loranath knew that the end of the chase was fast approaching. He used his greater stamina and wingspan to his advantage now, beating massive bronze wings with as much speed as he could muster, each strong downstroke carrying him quickly higher towards the top of Veth's dizzying spiral. Oh, how he wanted her!

Aeoluth stopped trying to twist after her. He couldn't, he knew that, and attempting it only caused him to fall behind the pack. He took a wide arc upwards, marvelling again at how they all took to the air with a clarity quite unlike his regular self, before barreling after Veth with a roar. He could not win in agility, but maybe he could dive in and grab her before anyone else could.

Veth had hoped to be caught by him, but there were far too many wings churning and flaring into his path. Calaroth was close, as close as any of them could get, but still not close enough. With a sharp cut of her wings that sent screams through every straining muscle in her body, she snapped around in mid-air. Diving half a length down, and narrowly avoiding the powerful Loranath surging upward, she threw herself out of the spiral and broke free.

Finally, a clear view of him -- the handsome Calaroth.

She wanted him, she _needed_ him, she reached for him -- and screamed. In surprise, in refusal, in _fury_.

Another presence surged into awareness, ruthless and unrelenting. Not Calaroth, but his neck was strong, his tail long, his great talons grasping hers. It wasn't her chosen blue. But he was as handsome, as determined, as fierce a flyer.

And he had her.

Marlath.

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