Letting her do the last checking over you docily, you're surprised to see that there doesn't seem to be any escort for you today, something that's never happened before. Maybe they're beginning to trust you... giving you a chance to escape perhaps. The small human, barely one third your size, slips up into the saddle you're force to wear, her light body easy to carry for you, taking a padded leather helm from an attendant to protect her head and eyes in flight.
Accepting her weight reluctently, you glance back at your "mistress", spreading your wings, preparing to fly. Making a light clicking sound with her teeth, the human woman gives the reins a flick and drives her weight down against the saddle, the signalling of your time to fly. Throwing yourself into the air, you beat your wings, not wishing the sting of her spurts for encouragement, your heavy balls throbbing slightly in your pouch, your thick sheath swelling under your belly as you daydream.
Flying obediently along until the land is just a patch of mottled green and blue below you, the clouds around you as your powerful wings slice through the air, you think, seeing that it's just the two of you up there today.
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