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The snow that had fallen from the sky throughout the past days coated the ground of the Azure Span in a mellow layer of white. Like down upon the mysterious land it lay, concealing beneath it the wonder and magic that coursed through it. Occasionally, a gentle breeze whistled past, causing trees and bushes to bend and creak as their branches, heavy with the frozen burden they carried, waved in the wind.

Far off amongst the horizon, the settling evening sun sent its light shining through the numerous, broken-up clouds that travelled the sky. Bouncing off land and water alike, its ember glow embraced all in its path and caused the landscape to appear like a sea of molten gold. From above, scattered snowflakes sparkled and glimmered like crystals in the sky. Caught in a seemingly never-ending dance they descended, down and down, until, at long last, they settled in amongst their countless brothers and sisters.

There, amidst the chill and frost, Kalecgos sat before a frozen pond, less than a mile eastward of the towering stone arch that marked the entrance into the Azure Archives. His wings were folded neatly upon his back, and his nostrils flared and sank with every quiet breath he took, producing tiny clouds of misty vapor that shrouded his face – if only briefly – upon every exhale. The few specs of snow that fell onto him quickly melted as they met with the warmth that escaped his dense coat of scales. For but a moment, the tiny droplets that formed as a result gleamed in union with the blankets of white that surrounded him before they swiftly evaporated and disappeared. To his right laid the aspect’s tail; its spiked, azure tip thumping against the rocks below him in a slow, steady, and harmonious rhythm.

While the purple glow within his mirror image’s eyes shone back at him, he gazed into the frozen pond where all kinds of underwater flora, illuminated by the day’s last rays of light, lay encased below and protected by a thick layer of ice. Noiselessly, they moved and swayed in response to the tiniest trembles the earth produced; animated by currents invisible to the naked eye.

Slowly, his sight parted from the reflective surface as he turned his attention instead to the sloping hills and wintry woods around him. It was a view as solemn as it was melancholic. For but a moment, it seemed as if time itself stood still. All things living and inanimate in a state of balance and tranquility with no woe or sorrow to be found regardless of where his gaze fell.

The dragon closed his eyes, allowing his remaining senses to take in all those little details that he so often found unable to enjoy properly: the falling of snow upon his frame, the rustling of branches, the creaking of trees, the whisper of the wind as it blew past him… It was but a short rest in the midst of a life the span of which some might consider eternal, and yet, it brought him peace of mind in ways that few other things could.

As from distant valleys came the sound of beating wings, his ears – hidden amongst his crown of horns and spikes ebon and azure – perked up. Once more, his lids parted, his keen eyes surveying the horizon upon which he now glared.

Far from where he sat, yet clear against the evening sky, he spied a small black dot soaring between the clouds. Patiently, he watched as it came steadily closer, its blurred shadow soon becoming clearer as it grew, revealing another of his kin. Only rarely did they beat their wings, opting instead to keep them stretched open wide akin to falling leaves that rode the air below them.

Before long, the black shade that concealed them, too, gave way to colors of shades more vibrant and vivid. Indeed, it appeared as if a star from the very firmament had been plucked and was descending now upon him with graceful movements as it shimmered in sunset’s light. Silver and purple they were, becoming clearer by the second until the once distant silhouette had turned into a magnificent shape now but a furlong away.

Kalecgos’ eyes gleamed as his lips formed a sly smile on his face. Calmly, he rose himself from where he sat – chunks of snow that had grasped onto his scales now falling from him in patches large and small – leisurely turning to trot around the frozen pond and approach a small ledge towards its opposite shore. There, he paused, awaiting the arrival of the one which he expected.

“I am glad you have come,” he spoke calmly as Aurora stretched her limbs earthwards in landing. The final beats her wings produced roused some of the young snowflakes anew, sending them flying from where her paws touched the ground mere moments later. Caught in their current, the fabric ornamenting her horns waved and danced in union with her ivory fur before it once more settled neatly against her.

“As am I to be here,” she replied as she folded her wings upon her back, “though, I pray that you have not had to endure the frost for long in waiting.”

“Not as long as would have been unpleasant,” replied Kalecgos, “for it gave me chance to repose, and to dwell amongst some of the many wonders this land holds. But alas, you are here now! Please, follow me, let us walk for a bit."

The blue aspect led his draconic guest up from the yawning cliff and towards one of the many pathways that wound themselves through the Azure Span. Away from the Archives it guided them, past an old, weathered tree that stood like an ancient sentinel against the elements, before abruptly turning right, ushering them into the great, tranquil forest that ruled most of the Upper Frostlands and beyond. The snow at their feet crunched and crackled with every graceful step they took, accompanied only by the subtle rushing of whispering gales and the rustling of branches above that they caused.

Every now and then, they walked past patches of earth where the forest’s wooden arms had denied the cold to cover the land completely, dotting it instead with beautiful flecks of green and yellow where creepers rooted and took strength from the earth before ascending their protectors’ bark.

Aurora relished in the marvels she saw, her gaze swaying from left to right and back again as she tried to take in all that she could, and her host followed suit, smiling in unspoken knowledge that she enjoyed what his domain had to offer.

“Long have I desired to walk the Azure Plains you guard,” she remarked, “though never would I have imagined them to be so serene and idyllic; lest I would have abandoned my duties to visit them sooner.”

“I am pleased to hear that you appreciate their sight, for I do too.” answered Kalecgos, his voice deep yet smooth as ice, “Truly, I adore the calm they hold, and if my days allowed, I should like to traverse them more often, for they appear like a space frozen in time. Dateless, and yet ever-changing, like a crystal breaking and reflecting light in ways divergent if looked at from different angles.”

“Your words ring true,” Aurora remarked, “and yet, I would not have expected them to be of your making. Had I come here blindfolded and had to guess of whom now walked by my side, I should have guessed the Timeless One over the Aspect of Magic”

Her words drew a snicker from the depths of the large dragon’s chest, its tone amused but also entwined with a hint of flustered embarrassment in its wake.

“Perhaps you are right.” he said, “I reckon all those years in old Nozdormu’s presence have left their mark on me. After all, our language changes as we age; even us aspects are not immune to such.”

The two came to a halt atop a small, stone-made bridge arching over a narrow, trickling creek. To its right stood the trunk of what must once have been a truly massive tree, now overgrown with moss and lichen; its near prehistoric roots still hanging over the stream like many tiny catwalks crafted by nature itself. There they stood, side by side, listening to the soothing platter of water below.

“Truth be told,” said Aurora, “I was unsure of what to expect in my coming here.”

“I sense there are concerns on your mind that yet weigh on you. Pray, speak freely, as I shall lend my ears.”

The dragoness briefly, observing the trickle below them as it carried with it needles of pine and leaves long fallen. Freely, they followed the flow as it carried them past the very rocks and pebbles that formed the river’s bed. Occasionally, they were pulled below its surface, before emerging yet again, sailing the stream akin to tiny boats caught in a powerful torrent.

“Uncertainty has followed me on my path, wondering whether our meeting would be one born purely out of obligation. I honor the choice I have made, and recognize that I am oathbound not, though that does not make it any easier to bare. A deed it seemed to me at times, however honorable, and in so, the unease in wondering as for how it may be carried out.

“But alas, I find my mind soothed and my weariness unfounded, and for that I am grateful.” she turned her gaze towards her host, regarding him with a warm expression, “It is pleasant to walk with you, Kalecgos, despite the duties that have brought us here this day.”

The aspect returned her emotions in kind, a broad smile forming on his lips. The air around them seemed to vibrate as a quiet, almost inaudible rumble escaped his plated chest, and his tail, seemingly eluding its master’s dominion, thumped happily against the bridge’s paved floor.

“Obligation may have brought us, though I would not want it to be the only echo of today’s memory.”

“And such notion is met with gratitude,” Aurora said.

Wordlessly, she leaned towards him, the ivory fur around her neck, soft and delicate, brushing up against his scales in a tender show of affection; the warmth she emitted a pleasant touch amidst the embrace of the cold around them.

In response, the blue dragon’s growl instinctively grew into a resounding boom, rivalling the sounds of the wind and water surrounding them. The fondness he felt for the dragoness at his side reached for his mind, and almost as if the concept of endearment itself had taken a hold of his frame, he lowered his head atop her own, resting it against the very spring of her silken mane.

When at last time pulled them away from their place of respite, they found themselves once more following the path’s winding trail past trees and boulders of forgone days that had long since been overgrown with vines and moss and nurtured small homesteads of fern and bracken at their feet. From small cliffs and minor overhangs descended occasionally the spindling fingers of bramble, some still clinging to leaves of shades green and brown, while others lay brown and barren. Tiny icicles were attached to the many thorns along their arms, sparkling faintly in the light of the setting sun who’s red and golden glow soon vanished below the horizon. Far above, the gathering of separated clouds now too dispersed, finally ceasing the scattered fall of flakes and giving way to the fair skies above.

Just in time, it seemed, the track they had treaded lead them up a short, steep slope - guarded on either side be the outstretched arms of the mountain range encircling the Azure Span - and ended at the very shore of a small, almost enchanted reservoir of crystalline water. Alongside its edges, blue and purple gemstones that appeared as if they had been crafted and polished to be placed at this very location rose from the ground below. Equally wondrous trees grew along its shores as if standing silent vigil in this solemn place, shrouding it in a queer, unexplainable gloom. To their left, the pond’s water trickled and fled via a narrow waterfall; rushing down and away to join the small lake from which their journey had started. Behind them, not far off now, the Nexus of the Azure Archives stood tall and proud, sending its shimmering light spiraling up and into the night.

Aurora hummed, her nostrils flaring as she took a deep breath and filled her lungs with the crisp and clean air surrounding them.

“Long has it been since I have come across a site where leylines flow so vast and vividly.” she remarked, “Their wonders never fail to amaze me anew.”

“There is magic in everything, though few are the places where it courses through the land as it does here; and even fewer the count of those that value them as I do.” said Kalecgos, turning his head to gaze at the dragoness that sat by his side, “I am glad to count you amongst them.”

For a moment, they sat in silence as the dark of night finally settled in around them. Slowly, the moon rose from behind the mountains, and with it, countless stars upon the firmament, casting down a cool, yet soothing light that shrouded the plains and forests in an embrace mysterious and beautiful. Upwards they drew their eyes, the countless lights’ gleam reflecting within them.

“Distant realms bless our meeting, it would appear.” the dragoness whispered, “What say you, Kalecgos; shall we retreat now to warmer quarters?” Nodding, the aspect agreed.

“Homely you shall find the walls of the Azure Archives tonight. Pray, follow my lead.”

Together, they left the slumbering realm behind, their wings carrying them across a small conclave of hills and peaks ere they reached the platform that marked the entrance into the Blue Dragonflight’s home. Through a pair of arching pillars, he led them, onto the winding pathways that circled the grand crystals within the valley’s center – some of them floating above, others embedded within the ground akin to grand standing stones of bygone eras – and past lithic platforms that protruded outwards like rocky balconies carved into the mountains themselves.

All around them, draconic brethren of the residing kin could be seen; some of them lost in conversation while others rested or dozed, seemingly unbothered by the thin layer of snow that had gathered atop them. Occasionally, one would turn their head towards them, bowing their heads ever so slightly in silent greeting as their keen eyes surveyed the two graceful dragons as they walked by.

Up a flight of stairs they went, over an arching bridge that had been erected over veins of translucent ore, until eventually they arrive atop one of the many loggias; although this one overlooked all others. A pair of dragons sat watchful before the gateway that led into the mountain, one to either side. Both lowered their heads far at the pair’s arrival, and the two replied their gesture in kind, conveying respect and appreciation without words. Once their necks had straightened again, the wardens waited patiently for them to enter their quarters, and once they had, the doors were closed behind, surrendering them to the privacy of their togetherness.

Inside, Aurora was pleasantly surprised to find a room beyond fit for royalty. The ceiling and walls were lined and decorated with rich silks and beautiful tapestries of various colors that hung down from them like rainbows mirrored within a crystalline lake. Gently, they waved and swayed as if aware of their presence, though they could sense no wind that would move them.

At the far end of the room a fire bristled and crackled within the confines of a hearth that had been carved into the mountain wall. Above it, atop a shelf crafted from black marble, sticks of incense smoldered, their smoke filling the air with the pleasant, sweet fragrance of cedar and pine resin. To its left, bookshelves and wooden cases lined the wall, filled to the brim with tomes and scrolls that held secrets long untold, and nestled in between them were statues of graceful beasts that stood abiding guard over them.

Filling the space amidst them sat a spacious, wooden table, atop it two large bowls and a generous selection of bottles and flasks filled to the brim with juice and wine of different colors, all undoubtedly noble and fine in their origin.

On the contrary, the opposite side of the chamber had been turned into a welcoming roost of homey comfort, coated and bedded with countless blankets and pillows that concealed the tiled floor beneath completely, and even reached up partially towards the ceiling, so grand were they in number. A cool, near tranquilizing light shone upon them through a window embedded within the center of the rightmost wall that overlooked snowy peaks and treetops of firs and oaks alike.

A cantrip of magic, Aurora guessed, for naught but stone should have been found within the mountain’s grasp.

And yet, the feature that truly caught Aurora’s attention was a lonesome, wooden chest, placed atop a quartz pedestal in the very center of the room. Her eyes fixated upon it and she glanced at it curiously, as if trying to scry its contents through the planks if had been crafted from.

“It is a gift.” Kalecgos spoke eventually, “A token of our gratitude from ourselves to you. Pray, please open it, its content belongs to you by virtue of your aid.”

Slowly, the elegant dragoness stepped further into the cozy room, her steps near silent amidst the flickering flame within the fireplace. The chest’s texture was smooth beneath her digits as she traced it with her palms, one to each side of the lid, before, with a creak, it unfolded, revealing to her what lay inside.

There, atop a white, velvety cushion, sat a broad collar made from pure silver; embedded within it five gemstones – blue, red, bronze, green and black – each glistening in the room’s dim light, their beauty elevated by the polished metal that surrounded them. As she gazed upon it, the aspect stepped closer, peering over her shoulder with a sly, temperate smile.

“An heirloom of my kin,” said he, “crafted in times long ago for those that have performed great deeds in the name of the flights. It belongs to you now.”

“It is marvelous…”

“May I?” asked he, reaching forth with one of his arms as he awaited her response.

“You may.”

With great care, the blue dragon grasped the glinting jewelry, lifting it from his guest’s paw and into his own. Then, with skillful movements, he brought the plate to her maned neck, aligning it in a manner to where the sparkling crystals it held sat at its very center. From left and right, his talons brushed through her fur, converging the ends of the silver ornament, until, with a subtle yet audible *click*, they met, fastening it to her frame.

Almost instinctively, one of her palms rose to touch it, the smooth material cool yet pleasant. She could sense a blush forming on her face – her steadfast scales turning red so flustered felt she – when Kalecgos stepped before her. With tender mind, he cupped her chin, lifting it up ever so slightly until her gaze met his own; the kindness within his heart visible though his expression.

“You look… astonishing,” he whispered in words benevolent and affectionate.

“Kalecgos…,” her own voice replied

Aurora felt hesitation within herself; and yet, at this very moment, she sensed the connection between them pulsating stronger than it ever had been. Slowly, the paw upon her neck parted with her frame, turning instead to rise towards her host. Further and further it went until it found purchase amongst his cheek. Between horns and spikes it brushed against him, his warmth, despite subtle, powerful against her digits. Barely noticing it, her snout began to float up, and his lowered in union. Inch by inch, the distance between them shrank, their breaths becoming currents crashing against one another’s scales akin to waves splashing upon the walls of ocean-facing cliffs. Without a word spoken, their eyes closed, and their lips met; their snouts turning as jaws and teeth gave way to the passion that had grown between them.

Long their tongues danced, pushing back forth as each savored the other’s taste and scent. The aspect, though larger in size, was beyond delicate in his actions, giving way as much as he advanced as they engaged in a waltz of fondness and adoration.

When their kiss finally broke, both partners gasped for air, and their lids opened to find the desire they carried for the other reflecting back at them from within their pupils.

“I am afraid,” Aurora spoke, “the wine will have yet to wait for our coming a little longer.” Her host gave a snickering rumble in response.

“I reckon you are right.” he said, “Why, may I ask you to lay with me for a while, my dear?”

“I would love nothing more,” came her reply.

Soon they had gathered themselves upon the cloth and linen that had been prepared for their stay, with the dragoness’ elegant frame nestled in and against the side of her host; one of his mighty wings were draped across her in a display of care as their snouts brushed and nosed against one another’s.

The fire’s tranquilizing crackle was conjoined by a duet born from growls and thrums deep, the emerging symphony skipping off the walls like heavy summer rain upon a mountain’s slopes and reverberating around them as if it were the last bulwark amidst a never-ending quiet. Yet still, every now and again would they add to their melody the sound of twining tongues and near inaudible mutters that followed it whenever the moment’s passion drew forth the embrace of another kiss.

Long did they last occasionally, and lest one had witnessed it themselves, it is unlikely they would think it possible for beings so stout and steadfast to be still so gentle and fair. In truth, the blue flight’s aspect was at the very least as doting as his graceful partner, his snout not seldomly finding its way into the depths of her furred neck as it instinctively yearned for that pleasant taste of heather and snowdrop it beheld. Often, he would leave behind a smooch as a parting gift, and always would it draw forth hearty coos and rumbles, paired with a tender lick to his scaled nose or lips.

As time went on and the moon outside stood by now silent vigil high above the horizon, their almost rhythmical reciprocity became more daring and explorative. Pecks and laps they delivered to the other’s body, formerly stray and scattered, turned into trails and tracks that, before long, traced all the way down their necks and towards their chests. Words had long strayed from their minds as sounds of an era before language filled the void to do the talking. All but gone was the inclination towards decency that had followed them to the very gates of their private quarters – though seemingly no further – as inhibition slowly but surely gave way to burning desire.

It was Kalecgos who first crossed the borders of their current stance; his head eventually finding his way underneath Aurora’s forelegs to where she was bound to raise one of them ever so slightly in order to give him leave to proceed. Carefully, she was nudged onto her side, the silken cushions surrounding them muffling her fall to but an inaudible thump. Her heart began to quicken its beating within her chest and her mind filled with excitement over the events this night may yet hold as she gazed upon the regal frame of her consort.

Simultaneously, the blue dragon was quick to close the distance that had formed between them, settling down to where his lower half now lay in parallel to her upper side before he brought his muzzle close again and his lips pressed against the trail end of her chest; his actions watched closely by the dragoness he devoted them to. Half-lidded were her eyes at this point, the moment’s exhilaration having long since settled in within her, revealed clearly by the heat of her breath.

In a way almost timid, one of her paws searched for purchase upon his figure, and soon found it on the spikes atop his neck. Softly, she squeezed them, a bellowing murmur fleeing her throat as the licks the large male applied to her belly sent a shiver coursing powerfully down her spine. Lower and lower she eyed them take him, fast like a cheetah running with the wind and yet slow like a boat sailing against a rivers current, spanning an eternity and yet but a brief period in time.

Each plate he pampered thoroughly with lips and tongue alike, until, at long last, he arrived before the gate of her resting thighs. Without parting from her body, a paw rose to greet them. Smooth claws and sleek digits began to stroke against her scales, asking – pleading - to be granted entrance; and with a shiver that caused the blankets and pillows below her to tremble, Aurora fulfilled their request, granting her partner access to her most well-guarded treasure.

Warm washed his breath against her loins, like a summer breeze finding its way into frozen lands as it groaned against its outskirts, melting the snow beneath its embrace. Anticipation raged within her mind as his journey took his head and horns far beyond the reach of her paws, pushing her to grasp and clutch a cushion between her forelimbs as Kalecgos voyaged the valley between her hinds.

There, at last, reached his destination, and thus, he sent his tongue to slowly trace along the rim of her delicate gorge. Slick were her walls at this point as the raging haze of her desire had coated them with a layer of her lust. Her scent, having swiftly saturated the air around him, his breaths now carried up his nose and into his mind where it settled and bloomed.

Forever these few seconds seemed to endure, sweet yet near unbearable, like a drop of concentrated ambrosia lingering upon one’s senses; and just as they threatened to become truly unmanageable was her patience rewarded, as the aspect’s oral organ finally traversed the misty peaks that stretched before it. Leisurely it was dragged across her quivering verge, eliciting a bellowing rumble from the depths of her chest as her head sank to meet the pillows and blankets below.

The first storm upon her folds had barely passed when the next was sent waving past them. Akin to an earthquake it made her tremble, her quiet pants and growls the wind in its wake as the floods it brought caused her scales to glisten in the room’s dim light. It was amid this pleasant tempest that an azure hand rose to meet her skyward leg, its digits wrapping around it ever so cautiously before they began to trace and massage along it in a manner both soothing and calming. Just a support it was, and gravely needed, for what followed merely fueled the tumult within her.

Snakelike her partner’s tongue suddenly became, pushing against the sensitive walls of her velvety cavern’s walls as it yearned to wind into the warm trough they provided. Like lightning to her senses, pleasure was sent surging through her nerves. Against her will, her toes curled, and her moans, muffled by the silk she had submerged her snout within, courted the near inaudible sounds of licks and laps as they danced around them.

On Kalecgos’ end, these merely strengthened his resolve, resonating within his mind like victorious fanfares as he delved further and further into Aurora’s depths, his own passion fueled like a tiny flame nurtured by the vivid sap and dense wood of ancient trees. Each passing second had him digging deeper, eager to delve into and explore his queen’s folds as his breath, labored and heated, caressed along her nethers. Faint, yet sweet was her taste upon his tongue, saturating it like honey oozing from a well-filled comb. It was a sensation as powerful as it was pleasant, and though the aspect knew how to exercise restraint over himself, there came a point where his mind could no longer withstand the charm of smell and taste, and so it came that his consort, still focused on his labors, took note of his own arising odor. Wooden and spicy it permeated the air, almost sharp as it struck the back of her throat, and yet, its presence was a welcome one, meshing harmoniously with her own fair fragrance.

With quiet pants, she turned her gaze towards where the male’s own hinds rested not far from her. Still they lay, one atop the other, yet the dragoness could sense the heat stirring between them. Without diverting his attention, she shifted herself closer, sailing the wool and cotton below at a snail’s pace as her snout drew ever closer to the source of the scent she perceived. Wordlessly, it eventually bumped against his thighs, and without having to be asked for access twice, they parted, making way for her to go forth as she pleased.

Here, the bouquet of perfumes he produced was all the more complex, traced now with notes heavy and earthy her nostrils inhaled with every breath; its source now no longer hidden from sight.

At the center of the precipice his legs created lay the dragon’s vent, already swollen and quivering in the absence of attention. From between its yawning cliffs rose, like a great, fleshy spire, the tip of the male’s length, its smooth surface slick and glistening in the light of the hearth’s crackling cinders. From its very peak oozed a droplet of his essence, clinging to a thin thread from which it hung that sparkled like a chain of translucent silver; its sight awakening a sense of longing within its spectator.

An almost impatient rumble could be heard echoing around them as Aurora drew near, her eyes barely open as from within her gaping jaws she cast warm gusts of air against Kalecgos’ groin. Not much longer was he kept yearning, and but a moment later, her own tongue pressed against his frame, roping in that long strand of pre-seed as she coated his emerging dragonhood with her saliva.

Booming were the growls they produced from thereon out, and blistering their bodies grew, as both partners tended to the grooves and peaks the other provided, set on nothing but the enjoyment of their lovemaking as carnal desire began to take over their minds.

Firmly, the blue dragon planted his lips against the edge of her opening, and promptly were his actions mirrored, and while he himself journeyed steadily deeper into the caves in front, he also began to grow within the welcoming caverns opening at his other end, where his female’s winding embraces promptly caressed his emerging lust. And yet, despite his need, he kept himself still, allowing her to go at her own pace so much as he did himself. After all, time did not press them, and what reason would he have had to let such a blissful experience slip quickly, rather than hold onto it for as long as he could? Indeed, there was none, and thus, they both proceeded slowly, unbothered by all apart the events within this very chamber.

Much like himself, Aurora had no intention of allowing this moment to pass anytime soon. Her actions, most delicate and subtle, meant to bring pleasure with the absence of haste: gentle strokes along the other dragon’s flank, long, drawn out caresses across his thighs, and in their midst, the tender coils and grasp around his growing shaft, exhilarating – enough to send shivers and trembles rippling through his body and up his spine - but not overwhelming, as her head bobbed quietly back and forth between his legs.

Caught in this delicate tandem they remained for a period untold, giving heed to naught but their very own senses and emotions, their eyelids closing as the symphony around them gave way to an orchestra of resounding delight.

Whenever he withdrew from her depths, Kalecgos could feel the hold of his enchantress’ maw taking him into her embrace; and whenever he pushed forth, he sensed her withdraw, preparing for the next iteration of their delectable tango. Between them, the glistening strings of their intimacy had long since begun to connect their scales whenever they parted. Fragile cords of their fluids and saliva that reeled them back in whenever they strayed too far, and followed their movements wherever they took them.

Long did this dance of passion last; lust and desire letting them neglect and forget the soreness that had started to build within their jaws and tongues, as on and on they went, their zeal driving them tirelessly. Only when the peak of their longing had been reached – the dragon’s bulbous knot swelling and throbbing at the base of his maleness and his tongue near held captive by his partner’s folds – did they part lips from loins; both partners panting audibly as their minds and bodies alike yearned for more.

Like Kalecgos had before, Aurora now made her move, shifting slowly away and onto her legs before she turned around, calmly placing one of her palms against her king’s chest. Knowingly, he rolled onto his back, his wings outstretched, covering practically all cushions and covers about them while his sight was focused entirely on the dragoness above.

Between his hinds, his spire stood steadfast as a rock against raging seas, shining dimly in the window’s gloom and fire’s blaze.

With confidence, the graceful female stepped atop him, her blue eyes set upon his purple ones. Heavy was their breathing at this very moment. Their bits, broiling and twitching with excitement, were smooth and slick against each other’s. Loud they rumbled, the anticipation within them paralyzing.

“Take your time.” the blue dragon said in a whispering tone, “I am all yours tonight, my dear.”

The dragoness produced a murmuring snarl, giving heed to his words as she loomed over him. One of her paws traced along the plates that coated his underside, her claws clacking quietly against them as they wandered from his belly towards his chest where lay the base of the impressive, spiked flap that lined his throat. As she did, one of his palms came to meet her own, and as they touched, they entwined, their digits and talons finding purchase in the midst of the other’s. Without a word, the bridge between them rose, held tightly like an unbreakable bond as their hearts pounded in union.

Slowly, and with a gleam in her eyes, Aurora moved herself upwards, her silken folds grinding against her partner’s throbbing maleness in the process. The act elicited a bellowing thrum from the dragon’s heaving chest. Up and up she went, brushing against every smooth ridge and crevasse she passed with great care and delicacy as if to ensure her king’s mind was brimming, practically overflowing with lust and anticipation. It was a kind of foreplay no magic in all of Azeroth could have prepared the azure aspect for, and though he was able to restrain himself from bucking his hips in desperate need, his jaws - parted in response to the eloquent teasing he was made to endure - produced repeated pants and gasps.

Ultimately, however, after moments that had stretched out for eternity, she reached the peak of her ascent, gazing down upon Kalecgos like a wanderer feasting his eyes on an endless expanse of forests at meadows far below. The lips of her love lay parted between her legs, the tip of the male’s spire resting between them like the summit of a great mountain as it pierced though the clouds. Calmly, they both breathed, neither of them speaking a word as the climax of excitement came and went; and then, at long last, did the dragoness lower herself, and the warmth of her insides began to envelope her king’s own flesh.

Moans held back for what had felt like hours were finally let loose and allowed to dance and reverberate around them as each passing second sent another wave of pleasure rippling through their bodies. Delicate muscles and walls soft as velvet welcomed the aspect’s length, embracing every inch with homely desire as it sank and disappeared past the rim of his queen’s drooling slit.

Her descent was no faster than her climb – almost making it seem like she was but floating in space – and yet, the convulsions and contractions of her insides turned it into an experience near impossible to brace against, as each squeeze to his dragonhood filled Kalecgos with the desire to push his hips up against hers. The temptation was powerful, and although his instinct told him otherwise, he resisted, at least for now, and allowed the other to lead their dance of passion for the time being.

It was when about half of his member had sunken into her depths that Aurora halted for the first time, her breaths loud and deep and intermingled with gasps and pants as she tried to accustom herself to his size. She might have been a female of impressive proportions; yet, her mate was still an aspect, and, as a result, not an individual she could have hoped to handle easily.

Her entire frame quivered above and around him, and her paws, though tightly held, shook slightly against his own. Several seconds passed as the dragoness remained like that while she attempted to steady her mind and body alike, until, with a deep and relaxed exhale, she proceeded, if not in the manner one might have been led to believe.

Instead of sinking lower, she rose herself once more, parting with inch after inch of the other’s twitching flesh that now gleamed subtly in the room’s dull light, coated partially by her alluring fluids.

It was not until but the very tip of his shaft remained within her that she turned and descended yet again, duplicating the slow, yet pleasant journey along the smooth slopes of his flesh.

This time, however, the gratifying experience she provided him with proved too strong for the male to resist. Bit by bit, it chipped away at the mental bastion he had erected, before, at long last, it found an opening, leaving gates and walls behind as it assumed control. Helpless, and with a grunt that threatened to pierce through the chamber’s doors and into the night sky, he pushed his hips towards his queen’s own, inviting himself in further than she had previously permitted.

Aurora’s response came quickly: a snarling growl entwined with an exhilarated moan that traced the room’s confines and sent them into a quake. The claws on her hinds dug into the fabric she was standing on as her toes curled, and those upon her forepaws - still entwined with Kalecgos’ own - clutched his tightly, as their hold now served her as essential support.

Droplets of her fluids, alloyed with his own, trickled down the remaining length of his rod, leaving behind a trail that glistened like a road of lust-borne diamonds. Once more, their eyes met, half-lidded and hazy, and thoughts were exchanged without a word being said. Like she had just mere moments before, she lifted herself upwards – albeit she approached the peak of his spire more hastily this time – lowering her frame mere seconds thereafter.

As if commanded by unseen forces, the blue dragon mirrored his prior actions, thrusting his groin in the direction of her own, producing and eliciting those sweet groans and gasps from both their lungs anew. Loud, almost deafening was the tune of their lovemaking, entangled with the slick sounds of thrusts delivered with purpose and desire.

It was not long before a steady rhythm of up-and-downwards movements was established that produced a cacophony of their lust in its wake. Each iteration let waver the distance between their nethers while the efforts of their labor connected their plates and scales with long, viscous strings akin to glinting threads of liquid silver. Soon enough, each cascade towards her king caused the dragoness’ folds to press against the knot at the very base of his spire, her lips quivering at the thought of stretching over and past it. Simultaneously, an unexpected warmth began to grow within her, like a love-borne flame kindling and crackling within her loins, fed by the magic that appeared to seep into her depths via the intimate coupling the two were engaged in.

It was then when she took note of the faint contours that had begun to form upon the plates of her belly. Pale and barely noticeable at first, they soon began to emit a subtle, azure glow, their lines joining and meeting to form the shape of a dragon’s head: strikingly similar to Kalecgos’ own.

A rumbling thrum emanated from the male below her, as his free palm approached to stroke against her plated frame and the scales of her thigh whereupon it would come to a halt.

“The forces of this land, gathered in its essence within myself… have started to flow through you as well…” he whispered between strenuous breaths and heated gasps, “Do not fret… it shall fade once they have settled within you.”

“And even if it did not,” Aurora began, her spare paw descending to rest upon her partner’s chest as she drew her muzzle – jaws agape – close to his own, “I would not care to change the course this moment has taken.”

With a dominant growl, she pressed her lips against his, their gazes turning black as their tongues met, dancing and wrestling as they resumed their carnal movements. Holding tightly onto one another, they allowed their minds and bodies to merge and become one, making it impossible to discern where one ended and the other began. Deafeningly, they grunted and snarled, the thick gates they had entered the chamber through no longer able to withstand the bellowing of their salacious symphony. They did not care. In the embrace of one another, nothing else seemed to matter; and if such entailed announcing their actions to the entire Azure Spine, so be it, they thought.

Harshly, their frames crashed and collided; the aspect’s length pulsating each time it was swallowed by the warm, solemn embrace of his love’s folds. His queen’s vent, too, throbbed as it stretched around every inch of his shaft, and her walls, soft yet powerful, seemed eager to draw him in yet further.

Tirelessly, or so it seemed, they kept on going – their moans and grunts reverberating around them – until, with fervorous determination, Aurora pushed herself against her mate with all the power remaining within her limbs. Given no other choice, the rim of her sex gave way to the pressure it was subjected to, forced open to grant passage to the pounding base of the male’s dragonhood.

Within Kalecgos’ mind, it was as if the last step that had separated him from the edge had been taken. The sudden heat and tightness around his flesh sent ripples of pleasure though him that even he rarely experienced. Akin to the final raindrop that caused a dam to burst, the last of his mental defenses were washed away, allowing the exhilaration of their act to overtake him.

His entire body began to squirm and twitch, and, with palpitations strong enough to be visible against her belly, the dragon’s orgasm settled in. Ropes of his hot, fertile essence rushed through his spire before they were pumped into the depths of his queen’s body, flooding her with the most precious and intimate gift he could possibly offer.

At the same time, the intense warmth she suddenly felt, combined with the wonderful feeling of being stretched and filled to the brim, made way for the female’s own orgasm. Without biding her permission, the muscles of her cavern squeezed and contracted around their guest in rippling waves that were eager to drain him of everything he had to give.

With their jaws interlocked, they growled, huffed, moaned and snarled, their bodies working in tandem to provide the other one of the most memorable moments in life. It was but a couple of seconds in time, and yet, it was one of pure pleasure, as the aspect’s affection now nestled within her. Only when their climax finally passed, and the afterglow of their lovemaking finally settled in between them, did their maws finally part, giving way to loud pants and gasps for air as their eyes were focused on one another’s.

Down below, Kalecgos’ mark now gleamed brightly upon Aurora’s plates, like an evening star caught upon an ocean of silver. The male rumbled in approval, both thrilled and proud to see his insignia adorning his partner as he brushed against it a final time with the back of one of his talons.

“You are mine now…,” he mused, and his dragoness thrummed in agreement.

Suddenly, an unexpected fatigue overcame her, her body asking to be permitted to rest as if sapped of all strength it once had. Slowly, with his release sloshing inside her and his member still hugged tightly by her silken walls, she lowered her frame onto his own, her head soon resting underneath his as the fur of her mane brushed against his scales. The aspect snickered quietly.

“I reckon my powers are taking their toll on you, dear one,” exclaimed he, brushing through her pelt with slow and tender strokes. Aurora gave no response; she felt too tired to speak, and she knew she did not have to. As her eyelids grew heavy, she noticed as the azure wings of her mate wrapped around her, shielding her from sight and sound.

“Sleep now, my dear.” the large dragon whispered, “I shall keep you safe tonight.”

And without objection, she did, drifting off to sleep with her head resting against his chest, listening in to the slow and steady beating of his heart inside his chest.