Island that drowned

Over the tiny island of Rasta, where one could see two opposite shores from one point, the breeze mixed Weindal sea salt and floral scents. Renat Surt, Zorat's young son, a dragon with curled horns, black fur and scarlet stripes, watched over the resort village entrusted to him. Locals, who believed in Inanna and therefore worshiped her son Renat, played on the beach, while tourists sipped cool drinks while sitting in wicker nest chairs. The shark hunter festival was taking place now, and six harpooners were standing in shallow water and preparing to dive deeper. For agile and strong dragons, even such inhabitants of the depths posed little danger, and Renat could not worry about the participants. Therefore, he wasn’t going to appeal to the Universe now to find out the results of the hunt, and certainly didn’t see the point in trying to influence It in order to tip the victory cup to the side of one of the participants. But he felt a slight twinge of desire when all six females and males crossed from shallow water into the arms of the ocean, surrendering to the water element, alien to the winged, but attractive. He was abruptly knocked out of his contemplation by an aftershock. The soil under the paws was covered with cracks and continued to tremble slightly. The waves rose to five dragon heights, washing away those who were closer to the shore, and those who were further away, forcing them to scream, run and take off. He had never expected this! — Into the air! — not trying to shout over the storm, Surt relied more on his will, instilling it in everyone who could still hide from the water, and himself pushing off into a low flight. The slight selfishness inherent in every self-thinking being could not overshadow the fact that Renate's subjects were on the beach, not to mention the fact that the disaster happened too suddenly to resemble an ordinary natural phenomenon. With a boldness dictated by suddenness and a rush of adrenaline, the dragon rushed forward. Some of the divers escaped, now trying to fly straight out of the water so as not to fall into the grip of the wingless fish-skinned dragons grabbing them from the depths. Renat saw them, realized that it was urgently necessary to change the direction of flight, but for this the dragon needed to either lay a steep hook, or stop. He decided that the latter was safer, flapped his wings in front of him, aligning vertically, and was about to fly back to the shore, turning over his head, when his hind right paw was suddenly grabbed by a clawed paw and pulled down. There was nothing to hold on to, Renat was immediately submerged under the water, only managing to inhale beforehand. The dragon hit the brazen creature with a charge of magic, but as soon as this monster opened his webbed palm, Renat was grabbed by another one. He twitched, trying to get support in the water space, but his wings were still outstretched, one of which could not be folded, as the sea dragon just wrapped Renat from under the wing to his chest, hugging him to herself. Someone else was already climbing up to his hind legs, trying to bind them with either a rope or a piece of seaweed, as Surt kicked like crazy, trying to push away enemies. The nimble creature also grabbed Renat's hands, brought them behind his back to tie them there, and a load was already attached to the back ones — so that the poor guy remained underwater even without the efforts of the captors. One swam away towards the thundering island that went under the water, but the second stayed with the drowning man, running smooth fingers over his tense stomach. He grinned angrily, but it looked rather pathetic and helpless — the enemies clearly didn’t know who was in front of them, but he could not oppose anything now, being in the airless element, bound and helpless. In addition, all thoughts were knocked down by sharp claws poking into his body, the sensations of which forced Renat to suck in his stomach, knocking both mind and body out of concentration. The underwater dragon hovered in front of Renat, stroking his cheek and mouth, from which bubbles had already begun to run out, lowering her hand from her stomach to her crotch, stroking already there and looking at the rushing dragon with tenderness and sadism. He didn’t know what she wanted, and this made cold fear contrast with hot blood, as the feeling of danger was strangely combined with the pleasant sensation awakened by the female's touch. Judging by the load weighing down to the bottom, they were not going to let him go alive, and now he should have concentrated all his will to get out of the trap, but no — his body betrayed him, his body wanted more, and the languid feeling in his lungs, hastily processing the remnants of captured oxygen, only acted as an ally to his surging libido. The tail of the underwater female entangled his legs which were bound with ropes, placing its tip on the palms of the hind ones and leisurely leading along them, while the aquatic creature coiled around the male, stroking his sides, stirring in the fur on his chest and nuzzling his ears, fearfully pulled back. — Grbllh! — the male gave out, releasing several tiny bubbles from the corners of his mouth. A crazy pleasure ran inside, responding to affectionate touches of the female, and involuntarily pleasantness sparkled in his eyes, clouded, however, by the realization that tension felt increasingly in his lungs. It was no longer a lack of sex, but a lack of air, and he desperately restrained himself from inhaling water, as his oxygen-starved brain demanded. The predator especially often ran her paws over Renate's protruding ribs, over his retracted stomach and bulging rod, giving her a feeling of how the dragon's body reacts to the range of dangers and pleasures in which it found itself. The underwater one released its own bubbles from her nostrils, and they got stuck in Renat's fur and feathers — she did this not because she was also suffocating, rather to tease. This made the mockery even more monstrous, and the male's feelings soared to the limit. Closing his eyes, he threw back his head, shaking every now and then, his muscles contracted by themselves from a mixture of the most diverse feelings! But strongest of all was the excitement, as the barely perceptible, careful touches of the female made a hot sensation that spread in the lower abdomen reaching the boiling point! The enemy herself was teased by the sight of her victim, and wrapped her hips around Renat's waist, less and less sitting on his penis and more and more often driving himself into her, where it was narrow and smooth. Somehow moving his wings, Renat tried to correct his position, trying to push the female, but she mockingly stopped this attempt, clung tightly to him, tilting, and her mouth was near Renat's mouth. The missing air was suddenly blown into him, not even too stale, it turned the male's head, he almost lost consciousness and groaned, spending a third of the reserve given to him. This knocked him off balance, broke through in the crotch, giving him an orgasm.