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Falrhior wasn't quite sure what had happened; one second he was slinking around in the swampy areas of the highland plateau in the upper ridges of the mountain range, the next he was surrounded by the rush of stagnant water that caused him to tumble past stony walls that he bumped and jostled against. The black dragon wasn't sure how long he had been caught up like that but when he was finally able to break the surface of the water his loud gasp echoed in the chamber of some sort of subterranean cave. A sinkhole must have opened in the swamps, the dragon thought to himself as he splashed about looking for any semblance of land that he could cling too.

Fortunately the cave extended past the underground river that he had been floating in and before he could be washed away to another area his claws found purchase in the stone. With a mighty heave Falrhior managed to push himself up and once his body was on solid ground he laid there panting heavily while he tried to recover from the ordeal. He couldn't believe that he had gotten caught up in something like that and as he started to test his limbs to see if they were okay he found his wings were in a lot of pain. Just as he was about to groan in pain from moving them as he got to his feet the dragon stopped when he heard something in the darkness that caused him pause.

With how dark the cave is even his enhanced sight made it hard to make out what was around him, though as his eyes flitted about there was definitely movement in the area. Though he knew what he should do in order to try and drive the potential predator off the only thing he could think of doing was back away from it as silently as he could. A small whimper escaped his lips despite himself and whether it was that or his movement it attracted the creature to come closer. With nothing else that he could do Falrhior got his claws ready to swipe as the figure slowly took form right before his eyes.

"Well, this is not something that I expected to find down here," the drow said with a slight smirk on his face as Falrhior could see his features taking shape. "What's a dragon like you doing all the way down here?"

"N-none of your business!" Falrhior shot back in an attempt to sound intimidating. "Don't you know how foolish it is to come up to a dragon like that!"

"Well if I see one I'll let you know," the drow replied, causing the dragon's jaw to drop at the insolence of his tone and words. As those purple eyes glinted in the darkness Falrhior remembered that drow also have vision augmented to see in the dark as he heard the other man chuckle. "Down in the Underdark we must use senses other than sight to navigate and hunt, and I can smell the fear on you even while you were still in the water."

Though normally such arrogance wouldn't be tolerated by his kin Falrhior once more found himself backing down as the drow stood there. "I've just been through a traumatic ordeal, I'll have you know," Falrhior attempted to recover as he let out a snarl. "I'm one of the most dangerous dragons of the highland swamps. You ever set foot on my turf up there and you'd only live to regret it a short while."

Though he spoke the words Falrhior could hear the hollowness of them, something that the drow seemed to pick up as he shook his head. "Well fierce dragon or not we're going to need to help each other if we want to get out of here," the drow exclaimed. "The dam in the nearby valley broke and now all the contents of the nearby rivers are rushing back along their ancient routes. If I want to get back home I need help fording them or else get swept down river again."

"Wait, so this isn't the Underdark?" Falrhior asked.

"No, just an underground tributary chamber," the drow explained. "If this was the Underdark I would leave you for some spider to have as their next meal, or call my clan to skin you alive and get anything of value off your corpse. With how close we are to the cursed valley below I'd rather have a dragon then continue to venture outwards, even if it is the sorriest one I ever laid my eyes on."

Falrhior found himself fuming as he once more was insulted, but just like any other time he let it roll of his back as he got to his feet. He had always been the most timid of his clan and it got to the point where he had just gone out and fended for himself instead of take any more abuse. That had led him to the hills above the cursed valley that the drow had spoke of, an area where none of his other chromatic or metallic kin would come to bother him. At least that's how it had been until recently as even before he had been taken by the sink hole he had heard strange noises coming from that same valley, like a roar of dragons reverberating through the mountains despite none of them wanting to touch the place after the massacre that happened there.

None of that mattered to him as his current predicament had him stuck in a hole with an ornery drow that called himself Uriel with no clear way out. While they could try the river once more there was no guarantee that it wouldn't end in a place where the dragon could get stuck or be too long for Uriel to hold his breath. There were a few areas that looked like fissures but they faced the same problem where the two weren't sure if they could get out without getting stuck. When Falrhior asked the drow how he had gotten in this place at all he pointed over towards the rushing waters that had also swept him into the cave.

With nothing else that they could do at the moment the two just walked about to try and find another way out despite having already done so several times, with Uriel doing it a few more before Falrhior had arrived on the scene. All their searching had only confirmed that there was only one way out that they could find and that was underneath the rushing waters of the underground river. The dragon sighed and took some time away from the drow that continued to have choice words to say about him in order to think about what to do next. While there wasn't too much in the way of privacy the darkness lent itself enough so that he didn't have to see the drow while he thought.

Not that he wasn't still on Falrhior's mind even afterwards, the dragon thinking about Uriel as he rested there. The drow had been shirtless the entire time they searched and for some reason that was sticking out to him to the point of being bothersome. While he had never considered humanoid creatures to be of anything other than creatures to be avoided he found the forced internment with one of them has had a profound effect on him. He began to have strange idle thoughts that he had never had before; wondering perhaps what would the drow look like without any clothing, or perhaps what that strange ebon skin would feel like underneath his scales...

It was a fleeting moment of perverse thought that the dragon quickly tried to shake out of his head. While he was considered to be weak among his own kind he would have never thought to engage in such a thing. He had never been with a female dragon before but the males of his clan were quick to take advantage of his smaller stature in order to slake their lusts, but even he could be the dominant one he would have never stooped so low as to lay with a humanoid. Yet that was exactly what he had gotten a mental taste of, imagining taking that creature to the nearby rocks and bending him over to show what a true dragon felt like...

A sudden and sharp moan suddenly snapped Falrhior out of his musings. It was the unmistakable voice of the drow... and the groan that he heard was not that of pain. The dragon found himself making his way cautiously over towards the other side of the cave until he could see the outline of the other man in his enhanced vision. At first it looked like Uriel was just standing there while leaning against the wall but as he padded a little closer he found that he was doing something. It didn't take long before he got a better angle and his eyes widened as he saw the drow furiously stroking his maleness with one hand.

"Damn... dragon..." Uriel groaned under his breath, letting out a slight pant from the exertion. "Why... am I feeling this way..."

It was an interesting sight to be sure, Falrhior thought to himself as the drow seemed to not be aware of his presence in the darkness. From the sound of it he was having the same reaction as he had just experienced... but what was the cause of it? He had heard whisper of rumor that there was some sort of curse in the valley that bordered the marsh lands he lived in, which was the whole reason he had lived in the area in the first place. It should have just been some stupid superstition of a possessing evil but the more he found himself watching the drow in desire the more he realized that it could potentially be true.

Falrhior hadn't even realized that he had been panting until the noise attracted the one that he had been watching, which caused Uriel to let go of himself and turn towards the dragon angrily. While a look of pure rage was on his face his draconic eyes couldn't help but drift down and see that he was still as hard as a rock. "What in the hells do you think you're doing?" Uriel demanded. "Sneaking up and spying on me, watching me like some sort of lecherous lizard!"

"I'm not the one who decided to expose themselves when I was around," Falrhior shot back, feeling a slight swelling of his chest as the normally domineering drow looked at him in slight shock. "Maybe you meant to put on a show, wanted to capture my attention?" Uriel balked at this and once more the anger returned on his face, but Falrhior found himself in a groove and quickly gave him a growl. "Yeah, why don't you take off those pants and show me how much you want me?"

"I'll show you how much I can kick that scaly ass of yours!" Uriel shouted, reaching forward with surprising speed and pushing Falrhior in the chest. Though the drow didn't have nearly enough strength to push over the bigger creature the two were more stunned when the dragon felt claws slide against his chest scales. Both of them could see that something had happened to the dark elf, the drow's jaw dropped in shock as he saw that instead of his dark flesh there were shiny scales with his fingernails growing more pointed. "What... the..."

The drow jumped slightly as his tongue ran over sharpened teeth while the scales on his hands began to spread. It wasn't just on his fingers either as Falrhior could see more patches appearing on his bare feet and between his somewhat developed pectoral muscles. "You're changing?" Falrhior said in slight shock, leaning in and examining closer even as the drow took a step back while trying to put his pants back on. "You're becoming a dragon like me it looks like."

As Falrhior was able to see the scales more clearly he noticed that it wasn't exactly like him, his lips turning into a slight frown as he noticed that they were a bright coppery color. This arrogant drow was becoming... a metallic dragon? Considering his attitude it was something that he had not considered as a possibility in this dark, damp cave. What sort of magic was in that valley that could cause such a change?

It was hard to imagine a curse that would cause such a transformation but before Falrhior could say anything he heard the drow let out another groan that snapped his attention back to him. The angry demeanor that Uriel had before was completely replaced with one of shock as he had sat down on the ground, his fanged teeth exposed from his open mouth as his fingers and toes twitched and stretched with new growth. His finger and toe nails had turned completely copper and had stretched to points with thicker scales running up the fingers all the way to his wrists, and while other patches of scales had appeared on his body the biggest had appeared in the area where the drow looked down in concern.

"It... it took my cock..." Uriel said nervously, though when Falrhior leaned in he found himself rolling his eyes. "What's that for, I don't want to be a girl!"

"For someone boasting about knowing how dragons are you certainly have a poor understanding of how they work," Falrhior chided as he leaned in and gave the slightly swollen area a lick, causing Uriel's back to arch and something fleshy to push its way out of the slit in the scales. "See, you're still a guy." Falrhior heard the transforming drow say something but he found his eyes locked onto the maleness before him, licking it again despite himself and causing the other man to practically tremble where he sat. "Oh... you smell really good, taste pretty good too."

"Hey, knock that the hells off," Uriel replied, though as Falrhior leaned back a bit he could sense the bite in his voice wasn't there anymore. It seemed like the drow had lost his edge, and as Falrhior watched the scales starting to spread up his thighs he found himself feeling a little more confident. In the world of dragons it was always the biggest ones that got to be the most dominant, the most commanding, the one that got to have his pick of mate...

And as of the moment as the drow continued to transform Falrhior realized he was looking more and more like a dragon with each passing moment.

Though Uriel continued to grumble about losing his authority over the dragon the pleasure seemed to more than make up for it, though as Falrhior took a step back to make room for the stretching legs of the decreasingly elven creature he felt his own back suddenly pop. He let out an uncharacteristic growl as he found a pleasurable surge of growth in the muscles of his body as his eyes squeezed shut from the sensations. As the drow watched in both fascination and concern the dragon dug his claws into the rock and found them splitting the stone as his paws suddenly swelled to nearly twice their size. The changes weren't just affecting Uriel... but all that did was reinforce the feelings that Falrhior had as he opened his eyes again and the green irises glowed softly in the light.

"It's your turn," Falrhior growled as he backed away from the confused drow, Uriel leaning back as he suddenly found the dragon stepping over him until the ridged length of his own erect maleness was practically pressed against his head.

"You can't be serious," Uriel replied, though just like before Falrhior could hear the tint of doubt in his tone even as he shook his head. "We should be working on a way to get me out of here and stop this curse, not having sex in a cave while I turn into a dragon. Plus I'm not some meek creature like you that will just suck you off whenever you want, plus you're too big anyway."

Falrhior chuckled at that as the confidence of his growing form infected his otherwise meek personality, finding it delightful to see this one that had been insulting to him since the moment they had met faltering at the sight of him. "Perhaps you turning into a dragon is the way we get out of this cave," Falrhior mused as he once more shifted his stance forward, making sure that even while he was presenting himself that it would be Uriel that would have to close the distance to slake the lust he was clearly experiencing. "Copper dragons, like my own kind, can hold their breath for an awfully long time, which I'm sure that you are more than willing to demonstrate to me..."

Though the pride of the drow continued to show on his face Falrhior could see his resolve waning, the smirk on his muzzle growing as he could feel the fingers of the smaller creature start to stroke against his sensitive flesh. Only a matter of time the dragon thought as he continued to watch the show beneath his legs. What fascinated him even more then Uriel's need starting to manifest was the horns that had started to sprout just beyond his pointed ears that were also starting to stretch out unnaturally. He was really becoming a dragon... and his own body was becoming more of one as his hips popped and his hindquarters swelled out.

The shift in his musculature had caused his hips to push down slightly and take the tip of his cock to press against the drow's face. For a brief moment he could see Uriel pull away but it quickly turned to curiosity as his nose swelled slightly from the contact. Whatever was happening to him was being accelerated by their lustful act as Falrhior finally saw the other man give up his stalwart pride and give in to the deviant desires growing within the both of them. Though the dragon didn't have anything he needed to protect technically the drow didn't either, though he knew that they had something to do with clans similar to his own kind it wasn't like anyone was there to see him suck him off.

It didn't take much more to prod the drow into finally starting to lick and suck on his shaft, and while it was too big for him to get too much more than the tip into it he found the more he was able to fit into his maw. There was a gurgling sound as the swollen mouth and nose of Uriel began to stretch even more, his teeth growing sharper and his jaw popping with each inch that slipped inside. Falrhior's eyes widened in both shock and pleasure as he found more and more of the throbbing maleness disappearing into the increasingly copper scaled muzzle. Even though he was still three times the size of of the drow he found Uriel handling him like a champ to the point that he took his forepaw and pushed the transforming man even further down.

There was a loud gurgle that came from Uriel and Falrhior looked down to see that his cock had slid several inches into his throat, seeing his jaw actually unhinged like a dragon in order to take more of it. He found himself chuckling audibly as he found the muscles of his throat clamping against his throbbing flesh and was glad to see whatever transformation was accommodating his needs. Even though the drow shot him a look from hearing his chuckle he was too far inundated with the pleasure of servicing him to care. This one was far more needy then he had anticipated, Falrhior mused while he started to thrust his hips forward, and he was finding himself enjoying it immensely.

As Falrhior continued to hover above the drow he could feel the other man growing bigger underneath him, his forepaws lifting slightly as the copper-scaled rear suddenly swelled with growth as well. It was becoming quite the muscular set of thighs and hindquarters and with the orientation of his body he was able to take advantage of it. He could feel the stuffed mouth and throat of Uriel vibrate against the member thrusting into his elongated snout as his own pressed between those growing cheeks. With the transforming creature practically impaled by the dragon's shaft he couldn't do anything but squirm and let out muffled grunts as the thick tongue began to probe into his rear.

The drow's hands scratched against the ground and his new claws dug small furrows into the rock as his hole was stretched open. More than once Falrhior had to adjust himself as he heard the legs underneath him crack and stretch from them adopting a new configuration. He could see the feet of the dark elf swell and morph into draconic paws while they gripped the stone. When his tongue continued to slither down into his hole Falrhior felt something bump up against his chin and realized that the copper scales of his lower back had started to swell into a lump that was slowly growing out into a tail.

Falrhior continued to tongue Uriel while gripping onto his scaled thighs possessively, letting out his own muffled growls of pleasure. Even with the former drow growing bigger underneath him it seemed his body would accelerate to make sure that he was bigger, his limbs and chest swelling with new muscle to become a powerful, sexy black dragon with the weight to pin the copper dragon beneath him. He adjusted his chest to allow the wings tickling his belly scales to grow out as a copper tail practically coiled around his neck. It was getting harder for him to focus on what was happening though as he could feel himself reaching climax, though to the surprise of both creatures it was Uriel who came first as the tongue inside him hit his most sensitive areas inside him that caused both orifices to clamp down.

The head of the copper dragon was pushed to the ground and Falrhior felt the thick horns push up against his stomach as he filled the throat he had stretched open. The male beneath him thrashed about a bit but he swallowed down every drop as the black dragon pulled his head back and let out a roar. It reverberated through the walls of the cave and even caused a few stones from above to fall down around them as he finished humping forward into the other dragon's muzzle. A sense of powerful euphoria filled Falrhior's body not only from the sexual euphoria but also from the sheer domination of the formerly arrogant creature that was underneath him.

That respite was short-lived as he found himself getting lifted up and tossed to the side, letting out a yelp as he was rolled over and felt his cock pulled out of the copper dragon's mouth. "You arrogant bastard!" Uriel said as he moved over and put down his new forepaw on the chest of the sprawled out black dragon. "How dare you... you... violate me like that!"

"Hey, last I saw you were the one that was sucking me off like it was your only means of air!" Falrhior shot back, causing the flustered face of the copper dragon to hiss. He could tell that Uriel was more angry at his wounded pride than anything, especially considering the contribution to the pool of spunk that was slowly dribbling into the river was his. "Listen, we were both ensorcelled or something and got carried away, and I won't tell anyone if you won't."

"That's not the point," Uriel replied, though when Falrhior looked at him with his head tilted in confusion he just scoffed and clicked his tongue before looking back at the river. "But you're right, whatever magic is in this cave made us both act against our natures, the sooner we get out of here the better. And considering I have an expanded lung capacity like you I think I'm ready to try the river as a means to get out of here."

Though Falrhior was still confused at the situation and also worried that the river would be too narrow for him to get through, especially with his expanded form, he was willing to take the chance to get out of there. But unlike Uriel he found himself a little less upset about the situation considering he got to be the virile, dominant partner in this situation. Even at the moment he was still the bigger dragon and he could see that whatever had caused the drow to transform into his current form was still affecting his mind. While he still had a bit of an attitude whenever the two talked it quickly softened in his presence as he could see fleeting glimpses of submission.

A growl from Uriel brought Falrhior back to the task of trying to escape this place, both dragons moving to the area where the water was escaping the cave that they were stuck in. There was no way to know just how long they would be submerged or how deep the water went, though it was moving fast enough to infer that the flow was moderately unblocked. The copper dragon was more than eager to get out of the cave but continued to look back at the other creature as though making sure that he would follow. Falrhior found that rather endearing as he watched Uriel move back a little back in the cave and wade his way into the water.

Uriel went to the middle of the underground river and found that it went up to his new shoulders as he folds his wings against his body. There seemed to be a little trepidation in his new draconic form and its use but it seemed that a certain level of instinct had been imprinted upon him, and as a water-based dragon it came with abilities that would greatly help him in that regard. He still seemed anxious and it wasn't until the other dragon waded into the water with him did he seem to calm down enough to move forward. The rapids increased the closer they got to the edge and with the rocks being smoothed from the force of the water eventually Uriel let out a yelp and suddenly dropped beneath the surface.

Falrhior's eyes widened and he quickly dropped down himself, pushing his way forward into the darkness. The water did most of the work for him to move forward and while there were a few times that he scraped against the rocky outcroppings in the tunnel he managed to get through just fine. From the force of the rapids he wasn't able to control himself too much though and soon he was tumbling end over end as he continued to make his way through. It wasn't until he finally got ejected out of the tunnel was he able to see...

...that he was plummeting down to the lake a hundred meters or so below.

As soon as Falrhior realized his predicament and found the lake below was deep enough he angled his body for a dive. His body sliced through the surface of the water as he quickly sank down through the force of the fall before arching his back and using the remaining momentum to get back up. It wasn't long before he broke back through and as the water that sprayed from his scales glittered in the sun he realized he was in some sort of mountain valley, which when he caught a glimpse when he tumbled out of the cave he found it was a rather expansive one. When he swam towards the edge of the lake his mind immediately remembered the cursed one that he had been talking about with Uriel.

Uriel...

The dragon panicked slightly when he didn't see the copper dragon anywhere, and as he looked around he found that there was no one else that he could see. Since it wasn't a huge lake he could see most of it and as his eyes scanned the area he finally noticed something on the nearby beach. It was the naked body of a drow that was laying there and as he made his way over he could see that he was already starting to stir. The fact that Uriel was still alive was a relief and as he got over to him and turned him he could hear the drow coughing.

"You alright?" Falrhior asked after Uriel had spit up the last of the water.

"Oh yeah, just nearly drowned in an underground river after having transformed back into a drow," Uriel grumbled as he got up, looking down at himself as he did. Though the dragon could tell that he was angry there also seemed to a bit of longing in his eyes, though it was quickly replaced with agitation. "It seems that I left my clothing in the cave as well, hopefully there is something that we can find in whatever that village was below."

"Oh, you saw it too?" Falrhior stated as the two began to walk away from the lake. "I think that we need to be careful... if this is the valley I think it is then there's a lot of bad stuff that I heard happened here. Although..." Falrhior's head glanced about and found the scenery to be more idyllic then he had imaged for cursed valley. "I kind of expected a little more doom and gloom in a place like this."

"Perhaps you were just lied too," Uriel said simply. "Now are we going to figure this out or are you going to fly me out of this place and back to my clan so that we can never speak again about what happened up there."

Falrhior's head curled back and looked at his wings as he gave them an experimental flap, wincing slightly at the pain he felt in them before shaking his head. Even if he was able to airlift them both out, which would have been rough considering he had also transformed back to his previous state, he found it to be a distasteful idea. The idea of never seeing the drow again made him shudder slightly and even though he was being somewhat ignored as they walked down the valley by the river he couldn't help but walk next to him. It was like they were connected somehow as they got down through some rapids and found themselves entering a clearing.

The sight that greeted them was not one that either man was expecting.

The two saw both dragons and elves walking around the field tending to crops and their herds, but it wasn't the fact that they were living in harmony that had caught their attention. It wasn't uncommon for elf tribes to set up around metallic dragon clans in order to benefit from their proximity, it just wasn't metallic dragons that they saw however. Both metallic and chromatic dragons were not just living together but seemed to be paired up in mated couples as they went about their tasks. It was something that was alien to both dragon and drow newcomer as they slowly made their way in with wary eyes glancing about.

As they walked about their presence caught the attention of the others that were in the area and it wasn't long before Falrhior found himself face to face with another dragon that landed in front of them. This one was even more of a bizarre sight then what they were seeing in the valley as he had gold scales but with tendrils of red coloration that swirled through them. "Greetings newcomers," the dragon introduced as he bowed. "Welcome to the Valley of the Dragon God Leshe, my name is Zan."

Both Falrhior and Uriel introduced themselves before telling this strange dragon on how they had arrived at this place. "I seems that fate has guided you into our embrace," Zan said with a chuckle once they had finished. "Why don't you come with me and you can fill your bellies, from the sound of it you must be starving."

"Don't suppose I could get some clothes while we're at it," Uriel stated as he held up his hand to block out the sun above. Falrhior hadn't caught it until this moment but being out in the sun like this must have been uncomfortable for the drow, and as they started to walk towards one of the caves he put his wing over so the shadow would cover him that caused Uriel to scoff slightly. "Don't need to do that, I know you're wing is hurting."

"Ah, this isn't so bad," Falrhior replied, trying not to grimace as he did feel a few stinging arcs of pain go through it when he extended it. Though the drow just rolled his eyes at the gesture he could tell that he was grateful for the reprieve until they got to the caves that Zan was leading them too. While the black dragon wasn't sure why he would do such a nice thing for someone that was not only so much smaller than him but also had been rude his thoughts just drifted back to their encounter in the cave that caused him to shudder slightly.

But while the thought had crossed his mind it was Uriel that actually questioned it first. "Zan, I have a question about this valley and the magic that's in it," Uriel asked just as they got to the mouth of the cave. "When Falrhior and I experienced those changes it had with them certain... mental influences with them as well, do you think that you could shed some light on why that is?"

"Irony of a drow asking to shed light on something aside I can only say that the arcane weaving of this area is far different than most," Zan explained while they walked through the cool stone passageways. "Those that find their way here are often drawn by some inexplicable force, or as it seems in the case of you two fate guided your way towards this place for one reason or the other." As Falrhior was about to ask something he found his question interrupted when they arrived at a rather spacious den, the black dragon easily fitting inside along with the drow. "I'll have someone come by with food and a change of clothing for you Uriel, should you still find yourself in need of such a thing."

"Thanks," Uriel replied, only for his face to turn to an expression of confusion when his mind digested the words. Zan had quickly turned and left but that didn't stop the drow from going up to the mouth of the den and shouting out. "Hey, what the hells did that mean, if I should still find myself in need?"

Falrhior merely made his way towards the pillows that were set up in the corner as he saw the drow disappear out of sight to try and find the enigmatic dragon. It didn't matter much to him as he felt the exhaustion of being trapped and then washed down a river not once but twice, not to mention the other activities that they had during their time in the cave. As he laid there he wondered what the drow thought of the experience; they hadn't talked about it after reuniting at the lake, nor had they said a word about it while they walked down into the valley proper. He wondered if perhaps Uriel wasn't even thinking about it anymore and sighed as he laid back on the soft, comforting material underneath.

In essence he wasn't sure why he was even thinking about it either. While it had been fun to be the bigger dragon there was no reason he should be cavorting with such creatures, especially ones that were as arrogant as he was. The fact that Uriel thought he could boss around a dragon in the first place was something that should have caused him distain... and the more he thought about it the more he found himself smiling as he remembered putting that arrogant drow in his place. He also made for a rather handsome copper dragon, but as soon as the mental image popped into his mind he quickly shook his head of the idea of being attracted to a male metallic dragon.

A few minutes later the drow emerged once more grumbling to himself as his efforts to catch Zan to explain what he meant had been fruitless. The dragon for the most part just ignored his grumbling and focused on resting his sore wings while they waited for food to get there as well as the drow's clothes. Uriel didn't seem to be as wanting for them though as he found a place where he could lounge out comfortably, stretching his body in a way that showed off his lean frame. It was something that Falrhior couldn't help but look at, the black dragon finding himself licking his lips before he shook his head and once more laid his head down on the pillow.

The rest had been soothing for Falrhior and he wasn't sure when he had closed his eyes or drifted off, but when he opened them again he found that the drow was standing in front of him. "Hey, we need to talk," Uriel said, a grimace on his face as the dragon's fatigue slowed his awakening. "Get your scaly ass up."

"I see you've recovered..." Falrhior replied before yawning, feeling his tongue and teeth stretch before his jaws snapped shut. When he shook the last of the sleep from his eyes he found himself blinking several times as he stared right at the drow's throbbing erection. "Oh, uh, that's certainly a sight to see when waking up."

"Shut up," Uriel snapped, taking Falrhior aback slightly at the frustration in the drow's voice. "Listen, I don't know what's going on in this valley, but I've been watching you and suddenly for no reason I got as hard as a rock. I tried taking care of it myself but every time I even touched it all I could think about was... well..."

"Me?" Falrhior asked, causing the drow's head to snap to the side as the dragon saw that even at the moment Uriel was rubbing against his lean chest while they talked. He was clearly horny and the longer that he watched the more he was starting to feel the same effects, that same sensation of pure desire being roused like it had while they were in the cave. "So... you want to use me to get off, is that what you're saying?"

Once more Uriel grimaced, though it was more of a wince as Falrhior could tell that the drow was about to say something that he really didn't want to utter. "It's... more than that," Uriel admitted. "This would be easy if it was just telling your meek ass to turn around and lift your tail, but even when I say it I know that's now what will slake this curse. I... need you..."

The words were faltering on the drow's tongue but the look of both lust and anguish on his face gave Falrhior the rest of the story. The snout of the dragon curled into a grin as he knew what Uriel wanted, or rather what he craved as he slowly got to his paws. "I see, you want me to take control," Falrhior said eagerly, his nostrils flaring as he could practically the smell the need on the other man. "That's it, isn't it, you can't get off unless I'm the one inside you."

"Can we not make this a thing?" Uriel hissed in reply, though his bravado was shrinking with each admission he had to make.

"Oh, we're going to make this a thing," Falrhior shot back as he reached his forepaw forward and curled it around the drow's shaft, his grin growing bigger at watching the other man practically melt in his grasp. "If we're going to indulge in this then we're going to do it right. But first... you lack the ability to truly please me, so we're going to have to change that. On your hands and knees, facing away from me, now."

The last words came out in a growl and though Uriel continued to have an aura of defiance he submitted to the black dragon's request. Seeing the arrogant drow submitting was almost more fun while he tried to resist it, Falrhior thought to himself, and as he continued to cup his groin he could feel whatever perverse and wonderful magic this valley have start to take hold of him once more. Copper scales started to appear on the hardening black flesh of Uriel's sides and by the time his hands hit the ground his butt was already being pushed up into the air and his tail began to push out. The dragon in him certainly remembered being in a position like this, the dragon mused as he continued to tease the needy male.

Though Falrhior had been a bit hesitant to indulge in whatever this valley was attempting to do to them the sight of the transforming male presenting himself like that banished the last of the resistance in his mind. He couldn't imagine anything better than having a copper dragon for a mate, even if it was a bratty male. In fact there was something about that which tickled him even more as he could feel the ridged length that bobbed between the widening legs of the drow twitching and stretching. The pleasure being coaxed out of him was bringing the dragon out as well and soon the black dragon was looking at a thick set of hindquarters that was still mostly dark elf but with increasing draconic attributes to it. But Uriel wasn't changing fast enough to his liking and as Falrhior shifted his position to get on top of the other male he knew exactly how to rectify it.

It was a bit of a balancing act since Uriel was still rather small in stature, his upper body not having transformed at all save for a dusting of copper scales on his shoulders and his muscles swelling slightly, Falrhior managed to keep his forepaw on the drow's crotch while the tapered tip of his member rubbed against his growing backside. He could feel Uriel shudder in his grasp but even with the slew of curses that he heard he could feel the body of the smaller male trembling in wanton anticipation. As soon as the tip began to press against the ring of muscle it bloated with new growth that almost caused Uriel to fall forward. His tops of his feet that were pressed against the stone immediately started to spasm as the twitching toes merged together while his legs popped and stretched with new growth that only made Falrhior's draconic dick slide further inside of him.

Falrhior found his chest rumbling with a growl of pure desire as his forepaw left the cock of the drow, which was half-transformed into a hefty dragon cock of his own that was rather disproportionate to the rest of his body. He wanted to make sure that Uriel knew his place underneath him as his clawed forepaw traced up his swollen abs and towards his chest possessively. While he could be as arrogant and domineering as wanted this was his time, he was going to be the dominant one if Uriel wanted to get what his body and mind needed so desperately from him. Both men let out a grunt as the tip of his maleness finally slipped inside, the tight walls clamping around it as the still rather small tail of the dragon waggled about. Having the black dragon inside of him seemed to help spur on his growth as Uriel's chest was practically pushed into Falrhior's paw while his hips and thighs exploded with growth.

Uriel had started to moan as his lower body throbbed and grew, his merged toes growing talons that scraped against the ground as every new inch of copper-scaled flesh that he gained only served to impale him further. It was as if he was transforming simply to satisfy his lusts as Falrhior's nimble forepaw claws caressed against his neck. While he could feel the scales starting to grow there it was clear where the center of his pleasure currently was, though as his paw pressed against the drow's face he could feel the muscles and bone of his skull starting to twitch and morph. The transition from drow to dragon was almost as intoxicating as how much control he had over the mutating body beneath him as he pushed his hips down a little harder.

While he didn't want to stretch him out too fast or cause him pain whatever magic was changing their bodies seemed to accommodate for their eagerness. More than once the black dragon had to adjust his stance as he was nearly pushed back, which also served to slide him in deeper to the flanks of the copper dragon. But while the backside of Uriel had grown to the point where Falrhior could start to thrust into him, which was still much smaller than the typical draconic form, his upper body was still mostly drow. He had grown a bit of a proto-muzzle where his sharpening teeth were poking out and as he moaned loudly from his tight insides being stretched open his voice became slightly deeper.

"You know, this isn't a bad look for you," Falrhior teased as he saw the tips of horns poking out from the increasingly coppery green hair that was spilling down the drow's neck. "Maybe I should just leave you like this, your prideful drow half in front able to watch as your needy, subby copper dragon backside is pounded by me."

"You wouldn't dare," Uriel replied, his words punctuated by gasps.

"You're right," Falrhior replied with a chuckle, but as he could feel the drow breathe a sigh of relief his back was suddenly pressed against the hard scales of the black dragon's stomach while his muzzle whispered right into his pointed ear. "But I think I'll make sure this part of you stays as such as long as it can, that way you can feel just how much you need a strong, dominant dragon inside of you. How much you want a powerful black dragon lover to mount you..."

If Uriel had anything to say about it the words were lost as Falrhior pushed his hips down to emphasize his point. Though there was significant growth even while the two had exchanged their banter it was still an incredibly tight fit, but the hole of the drow was able to swallow up the entirety of the large dragon member to the point his scaly groin was rubbing up against the backside of the other man. It almost felt like Uriel was made to fit him, though he was getting bigger by the second he let out a huff as he felt his own body beginning to grow again. For a little bit the black dragon had feared that perhaps the tables would be turned, but as soon as he started to feel the new hind legs of the copper dragon push against his own they responded with a sensual swelling that caused him to shudder in delight.

While Falrhior's body was becoming symmetrically bigger all over Uriel's changes were still mostly in his hind quarters, making the drow look like the transformation was cascading up from there towards his head. His big, bulky copper backside was almost the size of a small dragon as it rippled with every thrust of the bigger dragon's cock inside of him, but aside from the small pair of horns and fangs he had grown there weren't many changes to his head. The black dragon began to wonder if perhaps he really was going to stop changing like that only to hear a loud groan come from the drow. As the smaller man's hands slammed on the floor from behind shoved forward by the force of their rutting the fingers merged together, Uriel watching in shock as the flesh knit together and his biceps bulged.

It wasn't long before his elbows popped and shifted into their new configuration along with his shoulders. The tip of Falrhior's cock that had felt like it was pushing up into his stomach started to feel shallower as the drow's ribs could be felt expanding, barreling out into the configuration of a dragon. Copper scales cascaded up his sides and over his chest as the breathing deepened and grew huskier with every thrust, though it sounded strange coming from the mouth of the drow elf. It was truly a sight to behold and a sign of the influence that this valley seemed to hold over them as the black dragon wanted nothing more than to keep dragging out the transformation and their rutting.

Any resistance Uriel had to being on the bottom was completely gone as his face was contorted into pure pleasure, his teeth gritted as Falrhior humped harder into him from his body being able to take it. Though Falrhior enjoyed watching the slow process of the drow becoming a dragon underneath him he could feel the wings pushing up from underneath him and the muscles of the creature growing thick and strong while adapting to their new configuration. With a series of pops the drow's new forepaws would remain on the ground as his shoulders bulged out and melded into the rest of his copper dragon body. As the changes reached his neck and head Falrhior found opportunity there and began to increase the speed of his hips, the pleasure intensifying as he could feel the vertebrae of the drow's neck lengthening while the scales seemed to push up his head further from his body.

With Falrhior's own growing form causing waves of pleasure along with the tight tailhole continuing to clamp down on his cock the black dragon almost lost it early, but managed to hold on long enough to see the horns and muzzle start to push out of the drow. The second that happened he slammed his hips down and caused the jaws of the transforming creature to stretch out in a wide roar as both creatures came hard. Each pulse of orgasm seemed to push out Uriel's face more and more, his head thrashing from side to side as it the copper scales subsumed the last of his ebon flesh and drow features. When the eyes of the smaller dragon opened once more they were bright bronze orbs just like the green ones of the black dragon above that collapsed on top of him after filling his insides.

Even with being bigger and stronger Uriel's new form couldn't handle the bigger black dragon and fell to the ground himself, which was wet with their fluids after both having reached climax. As they laid there panting both could hear someone coming their way but Falrhior was too exhausted to even pull his softening cock out of the copper dragon as several dragons came in with baskets full of food. Though they didn't say anything about their position both smirked at the two lying there with knowing smirks before lying the packages on the floro and leaving the two alone. Even with their stomachs grumbling the two found it hard to even move, both from the sensations of the recent transformation on their bodies and because neither wanted to relent the feeling of their scaly bodies rubbing against one another.

Finally it was Falrhior who broke first and finally got up, Uriel letting out a slight yelp as the ridged length popped out of him even while only being semi-hard. Though he heard a growl from the other dragon a quick glance back in his direction made the copper dragon quickly tense up before lowering his head. While they hadn't had a lot of time together previously as dragons it appeared that the dominance the black dragon held over his metallic counterpart carried over beyond just their rutting, but with the primal lust abating the two were regaining their normal senses while they shared the meal. As soon as both creatures started to eat they found themselves ravenous and within a matter of minutes all four baskets were completely empty and they had gone back to the pillows to curl up next to each other.

The two weren't sure how long they remained like that, all they knew was that when they woke up again both were still in their transformed state and that Zan had come back into the den. "Seems the clothing wasn't needed after all," Zan stated with a bemused smirk as he watched the two dragons on the pillow untangle themselves from one another. "How are we feeling?"

"I feel... I don't know how I feel," Uriel said as he looked down at himself. "Don't get me wrong, there are many that would kill to be a dragon, but I was just not sure that I was one of them. Is this going to be permanent?"

"It will be if you stay in this valley," Zan explained. "The power of this place has brought you here and as a mated pair, but if you feel that it has made a mistake then you are free to leave the valley at any time. Eventually you will turn back to your former selves, though I will warn Uriel that if you don't go soon then you'll find that your dragon form will be your true form and the drow will be your shapeshifted identity."

Uriel just nodded and thanked the gold and red dragon, who asked if they needed anything else. When both declined Zan smiled at them and told them to stay as long as they would like in the den and if they needed anything he would be at the temple of Leshe. "Who would have thought that there was an entire sect of chromatic and metallic dragons that deliberately pair off like that," Falrhior mused once Zan had left, though when he heard no response from Uriel he turned to look at him and saw the copper dragon just staring at his forepaws. "Hey, are you alright?"

Uriel continued to look down at himself as the copper dragon looked himself over still, examining his body for the first time in the light of the torches that burned magically in the den. "I... I'm not sure what to do about this," Uriel said to Falrhior, looking up at him with an expression of confusion that the dragon had not seen on the other man ever. "I never thought about becoming a dragon before, now suddenly I'm a gay metallic dragon with a black dragon as my lover? This is not where I was expecting my travels to go."

Falrhior found himself nodding as he processed what was the former drow was saying. Unlike his own somewhat lonely existence Uriel might have a clan waiting for him, or perhaps had a lover that they weren't aware of. When he asked about it however the other man shook his head and said that as a scout for his clan he didn't have any attachments to anyone, which was perhaps why the valley drew him in. "Do you want to take some time to think about it?" Falrhior asked, Uriel just nodding his head in response. "Alright, I'm going to just step outside to get some air, you take as much time as you need."

Once more he just got a nod from the copper dragon and Falrhior made his way out of the caves and back into the valley. It had turned to night while they were inside and when he looked up he saw the stars were shining brightly as well as the moon. Even though it was the same sky as when he lived in the swamp it felt sharper, clearer then it had been before while he stared upwards. He hadn't realized how long he had sat there gazing upwards until he felt someone brush past him and looked down to see a silver dragon passing him by with a blue dragon right next to him.

It was... serene, and though he knew somewhere deep down that he shouldn't be getting along with metallic dragons he hadn't been living long enough with a chromatic dragon to have those instincts set in. He was mostly just happy to be around others... but if everyone here was a pair, did that mean if Uriel left him that he would have to go as well? His mind began to churn with worry as he looked around to see if there were other single dragons or elves in the area, but with it being very late at night there weren't many out and about. Plus even if he did see a dragon by himself it didn't mean there wasn't someone waiting for them, which as he thought about being potentially exiled back to being alone once more it suddenly became a worse fate then he had previously imagined.

As his body began to shake from worry he felt something press up against him, feeling the smooth scales of another dragon rubbing up against his side as he turned to see Uriel moving around him with a smug grin on his face. "What are you doing standing out in the middle of the field like a dumb ass?" Uriel asked. "I thought that you would at least have gone off and done something interesting with your time away from me."

"Oh, I was, um, just contemplating things like you were," Falrhior replied as he tried to regain his composure. "So did you decide what you're going to do? Are you heading back to your clan?"

"Nah, after the shock of it wore off I find that the body of a dragon is something that I could definitely get used to," Uriel exclaimed as he took a few steps forward and flared out his wings while whipping his tail in the air. "If that means that I'll occasionally have to bend the hind paws and let my lover take me from behind I think that's certainly a fair trade, plus if I left you to your own devices you'd probably end up drowning in the nearby river. I mean seriously, how is it that I've been a dragon for less then an hour and somehow I'm more regal and imposing then you?"

There's that attitude, Falrhior thought to himself as he couldn't help but grin himself. While the copper dragon was certainly somehow even more full of himself then he was a drow, perhaps adopting that draconic pride real quick, he knew in the back of his mind that whenever he would find himself in need that he would come begging to him. For that he would allow Uriel his antics and just motioned for the other dragon to follow him as he got up and made his way towards the temple. He wasn't sure why but the black dragon felt like he needed to go down there with his newfound mate and talk to Zan about the two of them setting up something more stable for them.

And while both wondered if this pairing was the influence of the valley or not neither really cared as they made their way to the temple with their tails curled around one another...