With a few powerful wingbeats, I found myself above and slightly behind her. As I gazed down on her form, I suddenly had an idea of how those mating flights worked. “Bridge, do we have the dragon behavioral routines installed yet?” “Some of them. No cultural stuff yet, though. Why?” “I’m, uh, well, my dranny is, uh … ” “You like me?” “Yeah, like that. How accurate is the physiology?” “We could find out.” I eased down to glide just above her, and we found another updraft. Aerial sex. Highly recommended.
