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Wings of Passion

Skjirim rode proudly on his white steed, saddled up with supplies for his trip into the wooded areas around his homeland of Funamin near the capital city of Hukali. Garbed in a fine tunic of a subtle green with brown trousers akin to silk in feel, the dragon held his head high as the gems on his forehead and cheeks shined brilliantly from the sun. Four black horns jutted from his head in lightning shaped patterns, dragging at the air as he gazed along the road he traveled upon with his red slitted eyes the color of his crystals.

The dragon let out a contented sigh as he shifted around the sword and bow clung to his back, quiver full at his side for the time being on the horse he rode. His dark grey scaly hide was being sunned and it warmed him to his core like any lizard would. The breaks in his normal smooth hide were his plated chest of black that extended up his neck and cheeks and down to his tail that lightly tapped along the flank of the steed, a set of gems embedded at the end of his bobbing tail. Black spiked nose pointed up to the sky to breath in the scents of the wilderness as he made progress away from the city gates and the always constant sound of haggling and day life.

Being of royal blood took it's toll on anyone and it was more true for Skjirim than for others. The company he had to entertain with his family bored him to death half the time as well as every peasant coming to ask for favor or money. They still bowed to him, as was his right from being in line to take control of the city, but with his two brothers and his sister being elder, he was hard pressed to be seen. Which is another reason for the dragon's hunt, to bring more glory to himself and to become more well known among the common rabble.

The sun traveled along the sky as the dragon rode, going further from the town and into the forested area around the volcano of Hwajae. He had decided early on that he'd try and hunt a magma hound, a hard to kill beast that dwelled near places of lava as the name implied. Skjirim snorted a bit in laughter. He had read on what to expect from these beasts. This particular hound had two heads, both with forked snake tongues and a double set of horns upon their head that framed a furry fiery orange mane down to its back that tapered off into spiked scales. Their tail was actually another head, a snake entirely with it's own set of horns and the beasts glowing red eyes made it appear demonic. That was without the fact it practically oozed lava from its cracked skin, akin to land fractures. It's paws were coated in a ridiculous amount of fur similar to it's mane, making the dragon wonder as to why it needed so much fur there.

There were also a fairy tale that a long time ago a goddess lived inside of Hwajae, who's fiery wrath had once rained upon the kingdom of Funamin and destroyed nearly everything. She had one day vanished, after a group of knights went off to try and temper her rage. They had succeeded and supposedly she had fallen into a slumber deeper than most could comprehend. Skjirim just smirked. Such was the nonsense of fairy tales he supposed. Not like there really was a goddess in a remote volcano like that.

Turning the white equine from the path, the dragon moved into the forest, taking his time as to avoid any unnecessary travel incidents. As the sun reached it's peak and descended from the sky, the ground turned from grass to rocky slope upwards, forcing the dragon to let his horse roam the surrounding forest as he pleased while Skjirim took his gear to hunt his quarry. His scaled feet helped with the terrain, making it an easy climb up to one of the openings in the side of the volcano. With his eyesight, he didn't need to light the way, his pupil eye slits becoming more narrow as he traveled, bow in hand and arrow nocked.

The incline of the cave went lower beneath the earth as the air grew hotter as every step brought him closer to his destination. An orange glow started to fade into the cavern, growing brighter with light as the dragon neared the magma hound's typical living grounds. Taking careful steps as to not alert his prey, Skjirim peered around the bend of the rocks. There, he saw one of the hounds on the floor, curled tail resting at it's foot paws as it seemed to be resting. Moving slowly, the dragon moved around the rocks, took aim and fired his arrow at the beast. A yelp in pain was uttered from the demonic beast as it stood, the beast's shoulder pierced by the arrow. Skjirim pulled his sword free as the demonic animal charged at him, flames licking at it's teeth like froth. With a decisive step, the dragon brought his sword up and cut off the demon's head, letting the other howl in agony before the blade went through it's skull out the jaw. A bite to his arm made Skjirim wince and growl, forgetting for a moment that the tail was it's own entity as well. Grabbing onto the snake's "neck", he brought the blade up and sawed through the appendage of the hound, grinning at his trophy.

Rolling the severed tail head up and placing it in his bag, Skjirim froze when he heard yaps and growls. Turning slowly, he saw a herd of the demonic beasts, some coming from hidden compartments and some even from the pool of lava itself! He started to back away from the hounds, berating himself for being careless enough to think they were loners and the fact his one exit was now blocked by a few of the beasts. His only option was to turn tail and hope to find a ledge above the hounds climbing abilities. His plan set, the dragon spun and took off in binding strides as he heard the howls of the demons in pursuit of him. His eyes scanned the walls as he skirted around the pool and streams, knowing the magma would harm him even with his resistance to heat.

There! A hole in the wall. Slowing his race for only an instant, he planted both feet and sprung upwards, latching onto the side of the cavern as he dragged himself up the ledge. Chest heaving, he turned to his side to gaze at the magma hounds attempting to climb the rock wall and failing, dropping back to the floor. Rising, Skjirim knew better than to wait and watch in the off chance one, or more, could climb. They were a hard foe if one was not prepared, though easily killed if by surprise and skill. The dragon had been lucky with his kill but a pack? He had no chance against that many at once. Keeping his blade drawn, he turned to his side and lightly started to step into the beckoning darkness away from the shrieks of the demon beasts. The glow faded and, much to Skjirim's dismay, he noticed even his keen eyesight was being limited by the complete darkness he was stumbling his way through. It felt like he was spiraling down deeper into Hwajae, making the dragon tense even more. It was when his foot met empty air that Skjirim felt his fear rise to his throat and chock him. Down he tumbled through the darkness, wind rippling past him before he hit something hard with his back, making him gasp loudly as he then unceremoniously flopped over onto his stomach lower down.

With a groan, the dragon laid still for a moment, listening to his own rapid heartbeat and the sound of his sword clattering at it hit the ground. Shaking from the near thought of dying so close, Skjirim got onto his hands and knees, pushing himself up. For sure, he was aching from the fall as he squinted into the darkness, gazing about. His eyes were pulled from the surrounding area to look at what he fell on, which had begun to glow a faint orange and red.

It was oval in shape as the dragon's eyes ran over it, the main portions black and smooth from what he could tell. There were, however, cracks forming from the strange material, the sound of shell breaking making Skjirim realize it was an egg. The glow grew brighter as it cracked more and more, seeming to beat in a regular pattern, throwing light and shadows haphazardly against the blackened walls. The egg grew bright, too bright to gaze at as the dragon turned his head and shielded his eyes from the intense light.

A sound like an explosion and a wave of hot air washed over the blinded Skjirim before it died off. Lowering his arm, he turned his head and his jaw dropped at what he saw. Before him, where the egg had been, was an avian unlike any he had witnessed before. Being namely black, the dragon watched as the bird opened eyes that burned with fire, literally. The white around the eyes accented it as did the fire blue lining around the beak that started yellowed and tipped with black. Fiery orange tipped feathers extended over the cheeks and eye ridge, as well as the neck while a trail of feathers, a crest, was over the avian's head. Strange bits of wiry tendrils came out as well, going from white to blue to purple. His eyes drifted down to the body of the bird.

It was black there as well, the body, but along the arms changes were apparent. The same feathers like the crest ran along the entire length of the arm, getting bigger in length and width as it approached the taloned and scaled hand to appear almost like wings. White feathers were at the change from hand to arm, coloring from yellow to red to orange to black nearly at the elbow to be like the main body. What looked like cracks ran nearly the entire length of the arm, from right below shoulder to before the white, pulsing an angry orange red, just like the magma from before.

The legs of the bird was similar to the arms, with black going to the knee before it starts to change all the way to white. The stance was digitigrade, scaled for the entire foot with four taloned claw toes. Noticeable somewhat from the front, the tail was like the arm and crest feathers, though much longer in form with more of the strange tendrils flowing further below the end of the tail to nearly brush the ground. Skjirim wondered about the gender of this unknown feathered person. His eyes flitted back up and he tensed as he saw the fire burner hotter in this being's eyes. The figure approached as he watched those eyes, feeling slightly afraid of the heat he saw there.

"Who disturbs my slumber?"

An echo came from the bird's voice, yet not from bouncing off the walls. Another thing the black dragon realized was that the voice was that of a female. He wondered if the rumors could be true but shook it off mentally. There was no was this featherbrain was really a goddess. Straightening his shoulders and holding his head high to look down his snout slightly, he spoke.

"I am Skjirim, heir to the ruling throne of Hukali of Funamin. Kneel before royalty, peasant."

That was not the right thing to say. The strange cracks grew to a deeper, darker shade, nearly seeming to be red as fire ignited around the perimeter of the room. Skjirim stumbled back as a wave of heat slammed into him, forcing air out of his lungs. The female bird strut forward, her voice harsh and heated. "Foolish mortal! I am Tuli'vuori, goddess of the volcano Hwajae. And you have dared to disturb my slumber of five hundred years!"

Skjirim felt as if his blood had ran cold. His mind flickered back to the so called fairy tales of his youth, comparing it to what the female had spoken. It was too much for him to bear, to believe that a goddess truly lived within his kingdom. Even so, he backed away from the creature before him until his back hit a wall, making his bow and quiver press into his back. Before he knew it, she was upon him, hand pressed against his chest before he felt the heat awash over him. Looking down, the dragon yelped as his shirt was burning to ash as it slowly covered the rest of him.

With his tunic seemingly completely destroyed, he felt Tuli'vuori's hands upon his chest, making him flinch a bit as they ran up and down his plated chest and lightly stroked the gem embedded in the center of his chest. His muzzle came up to look a bit fearfully at the goddess before him, who was looking over him slowly. When her eyes returned his gaze, he saw a different fire in them, not anger but just as ravenous that made him shiver.

"Your form is pleasing to me mortal. I wish to see more."

Even as the avian spoke, the claws tore at his trousers, letting them fall in horrible disrepair. Skjirim's face was flushed dark as he stood in nothing but his simple drape loincloth in front of this woman. He feared Tuli's wrath as she took a step back to admire his body. Having been trained early on, the drake's body was toned and it pleased many a lady before they were driven hard into the bedding. He felt himself stirring within his genital slit, his flush deepening at the thoughts and situation. Getting an erection now would be a terrible thing.

It was as if the goddess knew what he was thinking. For all he knew, she probably did. With a snap of her claws, rings of fire encircled the dragon and bound him to the pillar in a loose sense. He could move but the heat from the flames drove him to not attempt to get out. His gaze having moved to the sudden appearance of the fire rings now drew up as he was about to speak. Before he had even uttered a noise, the bird quickly took that step forward, burying her beak into the crook of his neck and nuzzling, her hands moving to snap the cloth belt of Skjirim's loincloth. The free hand of the bird stroked the gem of his chest as the other rubbed vigorously against his slit.

The black dragon gasped and let out a groan, lightly pressing into the warm hand of the female avian. This chick was hot, in both sense of the words, just realizing that as she drew back and he saw that same fire burning in her eyes. "You have woken me before my time to rise. I require something only which you can give."

It took a few tries after swallowing to speak out. "W-What is it you need?"

"I think you know."

Her words stimulated him more, moaning as he felt his slit part and let his aroused dick to come forth. He knew without looking what his own shaft looked like, having pleasured himself and others with it plenty of times. It was decently sized, going from tapered cock head to his base as a deep purple color. Besides the three nubs on the underside of his erection, his shaft glowed the same red as the rest of his gems in sections, in lines and over his bumps. The taloned fingers ghosted over his shaft, making his shudder and ooze a drop of pre. The other hand stroked over the dragon's chest before going to his shoulder and neck before gripping onto the stone column he was pressed against. He watched as the avian grabbed onto the pillar with both hands, hauling herself up and planting her feet on the wall. Crawling the wall, Skjirim pondered what she was doing before it dawned on him. His gaze tracing downwards, he saw that she had positioned herself to be impaled by his pulsing spear. Lightly sliding the tip up and down the fold of her sex, the female spoke up.

"Do well and I may give you my blessing."

With that, the avian pushed against the dragon's cock head and let it slip inside. Skjirim let out a gasp, the female's insides hotter than any other he had fucked before. Not for the first or last time, he was glad he was of draconic nature, otherwise the heat from the goddess would likely have caused pain to his dick. As it was, it wasn't much pain as it was not that comfortable. Not that it bothered Tuli'vuori it seemed, as she slid lower onto his shaft with every passing heartbeat. She only stopped once her nether lips pressed against his own scaly slit, slight fluid already leaking between their joined bodies. The drake was brought out of his daze to the light croon the avian emitted, causing him to grin slightly.

It was with a drawn out groan that the female lifted her hips from his own, slipping his dick from her pussy until only the head was left in before she dropped back down hard. His claws dug into the wall as already he felt immense pleasure shooting up his spine. A dull thudding sound was heard over his own heartbeat as the goddess rode the purple shaft, which leaked his precum into her and aided in the sex. Cries of pleasure came from Tuli's beak, just as grunts and moans of Skjirim's own increasing bliss were torn from his throat. The bird was riding him like no tomorrow! He wouldn't last long under the intense heat and pleasure he was having. Trying to finish himself off, he began to buck his hips up to meet the avian's as a slight wet slapping noise started up from their juices combined.

It took the dragon by suprirse when it turned out to be Tuli'vuori that finished first. She slammed herself to his base before letting out a shrill cry that rung in the black drake's ears. Her insides clamped down like a vice on his dragonhood, making him cry out in a pained pleasure, the heat turning up quite a bit. The female's juices splattered onto his cock and all over his groin as she came, forcing the drake into his own. His dick throbbed hard inside of her pussy as he deposited rope after rope of his semen into her, all the while letting out a roar of complete pleasure. With heaving chests, the two stayed locked together to come down from their bliss. After only what felt like a few enternities, Tuli slipped off of Skjirim's dick, causing her slit to close the gap as it oozed the combination of their fluids. The drake's cock was softening slightly as the avian climbed down.

The absense of a close crackling brought the dragon's attention to the rings of fire around him. Or rather, the lack thereof. He was a bit shaky after that intense fucking but then he saw the taloned hands on his shoulders, guiding him. Moving away from the pillar, he was laid flat on his back before the female bird straddled his waist. Skjirim's cheeks flushed a bit deeper as he realized he wasn't done. Although he had softened a bit, the dragon was someone with a bit of stamina. All he needed was a little help, which he got from the avian slipping the mostly hard shaft back into her folds. He groaned out from the oversensitivity to his dick as well as the heat and seed coating her insides. She ground her hips along his own, making him stiffen up inside of her sex.

The goddess pressed both of her hands against the dragon's chest, making him register the discomfort of the ground before she slid up his shaft, slamming down with gravity. The drake growled his pleasure, his claws gouging the ground as he lightly began to buck his hips up against hers again. The wet sounds rose above the thudding of the dragon's heart, already fast from the previous acts. It wouldn't be quite as fast to reach his orgasm this time though with the over stimulation as well as his own productivity in his internal balls. When the bird came back down and lightly shook her hips to grind his dick, he raised a hand of his own and rubbed down her belly before going lower to graze over her clit. He was a bit stunned by the vocal cry and the even tighter vice she gave him before she grabbed his shoulders and rode him again like nothing else mattered. Likely nothing else did for the goddess.

Her riding became more erratic, focusing more on his lower shaft as Tuli seemed to be tiring or getting close. Not that Skjirim's bucking hips weren't helping or anything, as he helped the poor bird along. With another cry, though less shrilling than the last, she clamped down upon his shaft as her juices gushed out once again at her climax. The dragon was throbbing with need inside of her slit as the avian rested for a few moments, breath short as the beak parted to allow greater air flow. He wondered if she had tired herself out fully but his thoughts were disturbed by her raspy voice.

"You have pleased me well. Now let us see if you deserve my blessing."

Wondering what she meant, the drake groaned as the goddess lifted herself off his aching shaft and took a few slightly unsteady steps off. He watched as she lowered herself to her knees before dropping to her taloned hands. Tail raising, she showed off her used sex oozing seed from both parties as well as her rump.

"Mount me."

Skjirim rumbled deep in his chest as he didn't hesitate to obey Tuli'vuori. His hands ran over the feathered ass presented to him as he positioned himself behind her body, hands tracing up to her hips. With a growl, he bucked his hips as his tip spread open the female's used sex, making her squawk and arch her back. The bird's insides were slick and hot from his earlier seed, her juices and the natural heat Tuli produce and the drake loved it. Aching with a need to fuck, the black dragon wasted no time as he proceeded to ram his hips against the avian's, grunting and growling as he slightly angled himself to find her true pleasure spot and make the bird writhe.

He found it when Tuli let out a screech as her insides clamped onto his dick tightly, more juices overflowing over his dick and crotch. With what could only be called a sadistic grin, the drake rammed into that spot over and over again as his nubs caught on the insides of the bird's pussy and stimulated like few things could. Skjirim's throbbed in need as he plowed into the goddess, telling himself that it was her punishment for teasing him with the earlier ride, even if he knew she pulled every string of his. Even now, he could tell he wouldn't last long with her own need.

The fiery knot the was held in the dragon's gut snapped when the avian had her fourth orgasm of the day. Her cry of pleasure shook her body as the bird's insides spasmed around Skjirim's purple rod as he drake shoved himself in a few more times before he let out his own roar of pleasure. Shoved into the hilt, his cock throbbed as it was milked a second time that day, less potent than his first but still enough to pour in new warmth from his balls. They both heaved for air as they rested from their intense passion before Tuli shifted about and squeezed hard on the drake's dick. A strange tingling sensation pricked the dragon's back before it spread, more an annoyance than something he should fear.

Once the tingling stopped, Skjirim pulled his dick from the avian's slit, a string of juices running from his softening tip to her folds. The goddess herself flipped over to laze on her back, neatly posed as she gazed at him with a dimmed fire in her eyes. The drake was both pleased and disappointed that the hunger no longer remained. The bird's beak opened as she spoke.

"You have pleased me well and for that, i give you my blessing. Wings of fire shall carry you through the sky at command."

Skjirim's jaw nearly dropped, though he kept it strained at a gape. Wings of fire? That was unheard of. The goddess gave him a smirk as she continued.

"I have a couple of years left for this hibernation. Possibly a couple more for the rude awakening. Come back when you hear the mountain rumble with some other friends of yours. You shall all please me back to slumber."

The drake just nodded, knowing he would love another round with this beautiful creature. It was a shame he wouldn't see her for years to come. The avian stood and returned to where the egg had been before she herself ignited into a fire. Before long, the same powerful light from before made the dragon turn away from the glare before he looked back to see the same egg. He let out a sigh as he moved over and grabbed his loincloth, tying the string where it was snapped into a knot. At least he had some modesty left, even if it wasn't much. A lakeside stop to clean off would be in order. Skjirim could do nothing but smile as he made his way through the caverns the best he could, his treasure at his side and on his back in the shape of a fiery phoenix.

The outside was dark, only the moonlight glistened enough to show the path from the volcano down. With a shrug of his shoulders, the dragon pictured himself with wings and a blaze of light appeared behind him. Turning his head on his neck, he beheld wings of fire loosely attached to his back. He flapped the wing once, only light coming off the wing as it circled in front of the drake. Learning would take some time but he would do it and he'd do it willingly. Smiling broadly, the dragon strode down the embarkment, wanting to at least take the horse back to his family's estate if just to give it to another family member. Once he learned to fly, he'd not need a steed anymore.