King of the Mountain - The death of the king!

The corridors were so silent that it was creepy. Niar walked through the main corridor, else a place of live and laughter, swarmed with a lot of dragons that ran around like ants. But not now. There was not one scale visible in the whole corridor. Niar had problems to hold back his tears. He could not show them, even if no one was watching. He was a prince. The heir of the black dragon tribe of Dusty Mountains. Son of the great king Onyx the Strong. Or at least he used to be.

Only one sound lay upon the corridor and the whole mountain fortress like a curse. The low and deep humming of the grave song of the black dragon tribe. They showed their last honor for the deceased king. The big Onyx the Strong has died in the last battle. Crushed from rocks, burned with fire, ravaged by claws and teeth. He fought like the hero he was. He fought like the King he was. Protecting his own guards, he stormed into the front line. He told everyone to retreat and then he fought there. On his side only Pitch, his last adult son. Niar did not see it but he got told that both of them fought like the heroes of the legends. Like the great kings of long forgotten times. Niar had not yet said a single word. The dragons of their tribe had given him their condolence but there was no solace for the young dragon. He was barely 12, an adolescent that just left his whelp hood. Not a whelp anymore but also not an adult. Little did he know about the means of the king or about war. He learned them from old dragons in dusty caves, from words and pictures, from legends and heroic stories. Niar always thought that war and battle was something glorious. Something heroic and material for tales and legends. A big black dragon with shimmering scales hovering in front of the golden sun, scales shimmering in the light, and with a mighty roar making all foes flee in fear. In all the stories he heard there had never been such tragedy. There had never been defeat or death. Just a day ago he learned a lesson about war that was hard to take. The reality. There was nothing glorious, nothing saint or wonderful in war. Yes, his father had fought a heroic victory, or so he heard, as well as his last older brother. Niar lost many brothers and sisters in war already. The only ones' left was his sister Mii and him. But just now, that his father died, he realized that death was the main part of battle. He heard the dragons already telling heroic stories about the last fight of their king. How valiant he fought. How many of the enemy, the red dragon tribe, he crushed. How glorious his death had been to defend his own kind.

For Niar there was no glory in dying. What sounded romantic and great in the stories and legends, just like the one they already told about Onyx the Strong, was nothing Niar wished for. Death was cruel and final. His father did what he had to as a good king. He fought and protected his kin. But what did he get for that. A cruel death on the battlefield, in pain and alone. No! He had not been alone. There had been Pitch, his last adult son, with him. Niar thought about Pitch. He never had been on good terms with his older brother. The only brother that really cared for him had been Shadow, the first born of the king. But he had been lost in war before Niar could even pronounce the word. He still had been a very small whelp, too young to understand. He remembered that he cried back then when they told him that Shadow would not return but it had not been as crushing and horrible as now. Maybe one reason for Niar to feel the death of his father even more was, because he never thought this would happen. It was normal that soldiers did not come back from war. He had accepted this fact in the past without even thinking that the reason for this was death. But his father was the king. The strongest fighter the black dragon tribe ever had. He was not a dragon that died so easily. But in the end even he could not evade the destiny of war.

Niar came past a smaller corridor and another sound came out of it. It was a small silent whimper and the sound of someone crying. Niar was pushed out of his deep thoughts by this small sound. He directly noticed that it was the voice of Mii, his last sister, 3 years younger, a whelp. She was old enough to understand what the death of their father meant but not yet matured enough to get the whole picture and understand the reasons behind it. Niar stopped and turned towards the small corridor that would lead to the room of his sister but he did not move. Another silent voice was talking. It tried to console his sister. Niar also directly noticed this voice and his face made a sudden change. He clenched his teeth and his eyes sparked hate. It was the voice of his mother. Priscilla, first wife of the king of the mountain, has always been soft and caring with him and he used to love her very much just like Mii did now. As a mother, she seemed to be perfect. It was only recently that Niar understood who this dragoness was. He had listened to her stories. To her claims that battle was good. She suggested this battle even, but she did not fight in it herself. The other main wives, a king normally had three, had been in the fight. They came back heavily wounded. They had been the ones who brought back the dead body of the king. His fight had turned the tides. Even though it had been a defeat, the other side did not win either. They lost their king as well and both sides withdrew. But now, in this hour, Niar understood who his mother, that he loved and looked up to, had been all the time. Her speeches, her counsels, all that she had said had been nothing but poison. Deep in her heart she was thirsty of power and always wanted more. Without her, his father would not have invaded the other countries. But blind from love he ran into his own grave. Niar did not blame the red dragons for the death of his father. They had not started the war. It had been Onyx the strong, urged on by his own first wife, who picked up the claws and attacked them. All his brothers and sisters that died were the fault of his mother. He detected weird things about her a year ago already, when he was still considered a whelp. Other dragonesses who started to get influence on the king suddenly died. Some in war because they were placed on the front line, others just never came back. His mother never went out to fight. She hid in her cave, sending others to die. The strength of Priscilla was not fighting power or blast magic but scheming and betrayal. Like a spider she sat in her cave or on top of the mountain and pulled the strings. Niar just noticed that a year ago but he could do nothing about it. Those who knew about it were too afraid to oppose the first queen. She was too powerful and she had had the full trust and love of the king. Anyone who would have said something against her or accused her of a crime would have been killed by her or banished from the king for treason. With was the lurking shadow behind the stone throne and the real ruler of the mountains. Niar turned away from the corridor. As much as he wanted to comfort his little 9 years old sister, he also did not want to see his mother now. He avoided her for a long time already to not show her what he thought about her. He learned to show the happy face in front of her but it hurt his heart every time when he looked into her face and in this moment of sorrow he could not bear to see her. He would not be able to play innocent and smile at her. He continued his lonely walk and the sobs of his sister died down and vanished in the depressing and sad song of the dragons. It sounded like a very deep and low buzz of a bee hive. The air was vibrating and making it even harder to breath.

"They accepted the truce for now!" the messenger looked up the queen. Priscilla, first queen of the mountain, laid on the stone throne, more a formed rock in the eyes of Niar, and her cold smile showed that she was pleased. She had taken over the command as if it was natural for her to have this position. By the laws of the tribe a queen would take over when the king was not able to do the job or a new king was not yet elected. Niar did not think for a second that his mother would give away her power voluntarily. She would always be the one pulling the strings in the back even though by the laws a new king had to be crowned soon. She played with the previous king, his father, and Niar was sure he knew who the new puppet of his mother would be.

"They had no other choice. They had just as much losses than we had but make sure to strengthen the border guards." Priscilla released the messenger with a wink of her claws. "You all may leave now and let me talk with my son." She then said to the others and all dragons left the big throne cave. Niar could have sworn that a lot of the faces showed relieve that they could flee the presence of the queen. Maybe it was his imagination because he discovered the real nature of his mother but he was sure that others secretly thought just the same. "Come here Niar!" she commanded and Niar, who had laid on the side to watch the whole audience, followed her command. He closed his heart and trapped the feelings for her mother inside to not show her what he thought. His mother smiled when he approached the throne and stepped down to sit next to him. She was much bigger than him, 10 meters long compared to his only 3 meters. He still looked a lot like a big whelp.

"You know that you will be the next who has to accent the throne my son, right?" she asked and Niar nodded. "Come on, speak up. I know it is sad that your father died but you should be proud of what he did and try to become just as heroic." Niar forced himself to a smile. His mother did not look sad at all he thought. It was more like she looked very happy about having direct power in her claws even if only for a little while. He was sure that she also was certain that controlling a whelp like him would be even easier than her late husband. "I know." He said and managed to control his voice so that it neither wavered nor showed any bad attitude against his mother. "Great!" his mother did not even care about him or his thoughts. She was totally in her own world and just focused on her own point of view. "You know there is a rule in the tribe that says that the next king needs to be of royal blood and he is only accepted when he takes his first wife and creates the first offspring with her." Niar lost his composure for a moment and looked up to his mother with big eyes. "What do you mean? I never heard about that." He said before controlling himself and closing his muzzle. His mother did not regard his outburst but just smiled and answered him. "It was not used for a long time because your father had such a long reign but this is the law. You are only accepted when you take your first wife and there will be an egg laid by her. In the following year you are to take two additional wives, you know that a king has 3 wives, do you?" Niar nodded. He tried to process everything his mother was saying. He knew that his father had three wives. If he remembered right the reason for multiple wives was to ensure that he would always have male offspring to take over the throne in case he died. Now that Niar thought about it the only one left from the sons of his father was him, the youngest male successor. Even with three wives he had not been able to leave a bigger selection. Niar gulped and looked up to his mother again who was still explaining to him what this meant.

"So you will make sure to make an egg with a dragoness in the next week, I already found a queen for you, and then you can accent the throne ..." - "Who is it?" Niar could not stop himself again. He was curious which dragoness his mother wanted for him. "Who what? Oh, who your first wife will be. It will be Fathii." She replied and Niar made big eyes. Fathii was a 150 years old dragoness that was normally just acting as a teacher. She had told him many stories and legends when he was younger. He liked the dragoness but she was even older than his own mother, who was 80 years. 150 was no age for a dragon, they could reach double this age, but she was one of the oldest in the tribe at least. "Mom!" he called. His chest could not contain his disagreement with this. He would not take this, even if it would mean to already oppose his mother. "I will not marry Fathii." For the first time his mother stopped her speech and looked directly at him. "Why not?" she asked. He saw that she also tried hard to keep the good act up. "She is too old mom. I will ... I will ..." he thought in his head how he could avoid having to marry the old Fathii or anyone as old. He did not yet know what it meant to "make the egg" and produce offspring but having a wife that was so old and with that much bigger than him made him feel disgusted and insecure. "... I will only marry someone who is not older than me!" he finally said. He saw the sparks of anger in his mothers' eyes but she controlled her temper directly. "See Niar, this is not possible. And the tribe needs a king now before the red dragon tribe recovers. We need to act fast. You know that females normally lay their first egg when they are around 20 right? How do you want to produce an offspring with a girl your age?" Niar did not answer directly but pondered about her statement. To be honest he did not want to be king but he also understood that it was important for the tribe to get a new ruler, even if it would just be another puppet of his mother. "But I do not want to have a wife that is older than me. Can't you do something there? Something like changing the ruled?" he begged. He did not cover any emotions at this moment. His barrier was thorn. At this moment, he relied on his mother and openly asked her for help. For him it was more frightening to imagine to marry an older dragoness, even if he did not completely understand what that meant, than to oppose his mother on this topic. Now his mother went silent for a moment. "I understand your concern." She finally said and Niar was surprised. When he looked up there was the cold and calculating gaze in her eyes that he had seen before. She really was accepting his argument. Maybe she was thinking about how to control him and wanted to make him feel understood. Niar was sure she would not call off the marriage in the next weeks for him and that he had to accent the throne but he had hope that maybe she would find some solution for it. Would she really try to change the rules? "I will think about how to help you my son. Don't worry, I will make sure that you are pleased with your new wife. I will do anything for you my little gem." And she bent down and did something she did not do for a long time. She licked his face and pressed her lips against his forehead. Niar let her do as she pleased. He was happy that he evaded this forced marriage with an older dragoness for now. Deep inside however he wondered how far his mother was ready to go just for power.

The next week Niar could spend in peace and mourn for his father's death. He even found time to comfort Mii, his younger sister, and slowly began to accept that his father was gone. His mother Priscilla managed the mountain in the meanwhile. She sent out messengers, had the border guards tighten up and met with many dragons. Niar did not see her much in this time. She did not approach him again about the marriage or her plans of making him king as soon as possible but he was sure that she was planning something. Niar also did not try to see his mother but evaded any meeting with his mother as much as he could. Life returned pretty much to the same rhythm as before with just one difference. His father was not there anymore and there was a silent sadness in the hearts of the dragons. They did not laugh as much and the songs they sang were melancholic and calm instead of the rhythmic and energetic songs of war that they had been singing just two weeks ago.

At one day, a messenger came to him while he was outside at the mountain scout post to look at the vast land. It had been very silent in the land around. There was no fight, no war parade, no shout to arms. Now and then a patrolling troop came back or went on a flight to the borders but from what they told him when he stopped for a small talk it was just as calm at the borders. The red dragons were much calmer than they used to be and the peace that they had agreed on seemed to hold for now.

"Prince Niar! Your mother wishes to see you." Niar made a disagreeing face but made sure not to turn around to the messenger before he had his old forced smile on the lips. "Where does she want to meet me?" he asked as if he also wanted to see his mother. "In your chambers." The messenger told him and then he left and Niar made his way to his own chambers. To be precise they were a full corridor that he had for himself very close to his father's old cave. From the corridor, there were quite a few caves going left and right with heavy gates in front of them. His room had only been the last in the corridor until his brothers, who were living in the other caves, died. He came past the princess' corridor on his way there. It was a bit further away from the king's cave but it was just as empty as the princes' corridor. Only his little sister was living there now. All other heirs of his father had died and because the corridors were in the part of the keep, that was for royalty only, they had not been filled with new owners. Niar found his mother in the first sleeping chamber, that once had been the chamber of his oldest brother Shadow. She was not alone. Next to her was a young dragoness that Niar knew from classes.

"Soo?" he asked. "What are you doing here?" Soo was 12 just like him and therefore had have many classes with him if they had not involved royal matters. She was the daughter of two soldiers, Malchor and Samhira, who died a year ago in a battle. Niar did not see her since and was surprised to see her now and with his mother nonetheless. She was a bit smaller than him but with the same black scales. Where his eyes were black like his scales, hers were blue. "I told her to come here and she is the reason why I sent for you. I prepared her for today the last week." Niar did not directly understand and the girl seemed to be a bit embarrassed. She looked down at her claws instead of looking into Niars eyes. "You see ..." his mother said while she approached him. "... I gave her some special medicine. Something that was passed on in our tribe for thousands of years." She pointed with her head towards a big bowl that was in the middle of the room. It was filled with a light blueish but transparent water. "For what is this medicine?" Niar still was not sure what this all was about. "Well, it was created for the king Priot in the past and never again afterwards, you remember him, right?" Niar nodded. It was one of the oldest heroic legends. King Priot had ruled thousands of years ago and he was said to be the first king of the mountains. He was so strong that all dragons bowed their head in front of him, not just the black dragon tribe. Niar was not sure what this old king had to do with the water and the girl in front of him.

"You know that King Priot did not have any children for a long time until he got very old, right?" Niar nodded again. "Well, the reason for that is, regarding to the legend, that he loved one dragoness. He did not want to have children with any dragoness except with her. He was obsessed with his love towards her but there was one problem. No one knew why but this dragoness was infertile and could not lay eggs or breed whelps. Hundreds of years passed by and with the king growing older the other dragons got anxious. They wanted his children to follow him on the throne because no one thought that they could fit into this position. For years they tried to find a way to convince the king to have offspring with another dragoness but the king stayed true to his love. A few years before the king died of old age a scientist approached him. He said that he would find a way how he could have a whelp with the queen but he needed help of hundred other dragons. The king, in hope that his dreams would come true, ordered hundred dragons to help this scientist and he left the mountain with all of them. No one knows where they went or what they did but when they returned a year later, he brought herbs with him and for three days he kept hidden in his cave with only ten of the dragons that had joined him in the journey. Not many of the hundred travelers ever talked about their journey. Some of them only said that they ventured the land in search of herbs and plants but no one seemed to know the reason behind this. At the third day the scientist approached the king with a big bowl full of blueish water. He asked the queen to drink from it and after swearing that it would not hurt her the king agreed. For five days, the queen drank the clear and cold water and then she suddenly went into heat for the first time in her life. In this year, the kingdom could celebrate the birth of the first and only heir of King Priot and he gave the scientist the post of a royal healer as thanks. The scientist, whose name was not mentioned in the legends, wrote down how he created the water and hid it deep in the script vault of the king. And there they were until a few years ago when I discovered the story and the recipe of it. I did not think we would need it though." Priscilla smiled and looked at Niar.

"You mean?" his mother nodded. "Yes, Soo is probably the youngest dragoness to get her first heat. It was a chance I was taking. I did not know if it would work on a young dragoness as well as on a matured one, that was why I did not tell you." Niar knew from class that something like heat existed for female dragonesses above the age of 20 and that this showed their ability to lay eggs. "You said that you would not accept a queen that is older than you but you will accept one your age. I present to you your future first queen and you will now accept her and accent the throne." She said in a celebrating voice. Niar was speechless and just changed his gaze from his mother to the girl and back. Soo still looked at her claws. His mother went back behind her and pushed her forward so that she now stood directly in front of Niar. "She is all yours. Take her." She said. Now that the young dragoness was standing in front of him he noticed that she had an alluring scent around her. He smelled something similar before but never paid it much attention in the past but now he was a growing boy. Much before his age of maturity but also just out of whelp hood. His loins started to feel funny and tight and he noticed that the slit that hid his member slowly opened. This normally only happened when he was about to relieve himself. A gaze into the eyes of Soo, who still avoided his eyes, showed him that she did knew as little as he did about the topic at hand and she seemed to be embarrassed about her state. "What shall I do?" he asked his mother and she chuckled. "First start with observing her body and anything that is different than what you know. I am sure your body will know what to do." And with these words he saw her step a few steps back and lay down on the bed of his late brother to watch the young pair.

Niar was confused. He felt his member slip out of the pouch and past the soft scales around his nether region but he did not have the urge to pee. All he could do was following the request of his mother and starting to investigate the young dragoness in front of him. He closed in until they were nearly touching with their heads and looked into her deep blue eyes. Then he moved along her shoulder and to her front legs. His nostrils quivered. He was not sure why but this scent seemed to come from her even if he did not yet know where it originated. At her head he had confirmed that it had not been coming from her nose or muzzle and now he slowly circled around her and observed her legs, belly and flanks. When he got to her tail her smell got stronger and he investigated it further. The smell seemed to come from under her tail and he put his snout under it just to hit a wet and soft opening in her scales. He never learned the differences of dragons and dragonesses yet but when he touched this opening the girl moaned and her tail rose. He looked under her tail and there was a slit very similar to his but it was slightly open without anything poking out of it. The soft scales around it looked very moist and a bit of liquid was dripping down to the ground. He also saw traces of liquid in a wider area around it, on her tail and her hind legs. He pushed his muzzle closer and suddenly hit the scales. He pulled back and ran his tongue over his now wet lips. The taste was strong and somehow it made him tingle. He felt that his member was slipping out more and soon it poked out of his slit and it got tight. Confused he looked at his penis and he saw that some bulge was building at the base of it. He had seen it once with his brother but never had his own member been so hard or shown a bulge. The scent drew his attention towards the opening in front of him again. The girl stood still and just moaned every now and then. He started to lap at the slit and slurped the liquid out of it. It tasted satisfying in a strange way. It took a few minutes until his attention was drawn towards his loins again. His member had started to drip his own liquid but it did not look like pee. He was not sure but the smell and the taste seemed to have caused this and he turned his attention back to Soo's backside and started to eat her out for real, making her moan stronger. Behind the slit there was a small chamber of flesh and then there was a small opening that led further into her. He could feel that the opening seemed to be bigger but half covered by a thin layer. He pulled his tongue out and observed it. It looked like a skin and the opening was where the liquid came from. His tongue was too thick to reach inside the hole.

His nostrils flared and took in the rich scent of Soo. Without even knowing why he rolled up the upper lip so that it was curling and his mind got consumed by the scent, as if it was making him dizzy. He stopped thinking and started to move by instinct. He did not know how or when he stopped licking her hole but suddenly he was on top of her back and the dragoness beneath him put a wider stance with her legs and folded her wings to support his weight. His teeth dug into the small area between her scales in her neck and held her while he climbed completely on top of her. Then he felt something warm, soft and moist at the tip of his member. He never felt something like this before. It was making him tingle even more and without even understanding what it was, his hip started to spear forward. The body under him winced and he heard a loud groan of Soo while his yaw at her neck and his claws prevented her body from moving. His member breached a thin resistance and then sank deep into a moist and warm tunnel. It felt wonderful for Niar and he did not want this feeling to stop. Before he completely took in that he penetrated his young classmate he already pulled back and pushed in again. Once, twice, many times. The groans under him turned into moans but he did not regard anything about the girl beneath except her tight tunnel that gripped around his member and made him feel so wonderful. His pushes got more eager, much to the disagreement of the girl below which started to groan at every push because his knot collided with her snatch and slowly pushed in. He did not care about her but just felt her tighter grip around his knot and pushed extra hard with each jab to cram it inside. He was sure that this would feel even more exciting. Niar emitted grunts and moans every time he pushed or pulled while the girl groaned and sobbed with tears running down her cheeks. The member and knot of Niar was already drenched in her juices and only a little bit was missing to push the knot over the thickest part. Then he pushed hard and finally managed to push over the point of no return. He felt his tip breaching another barrier deep inside her while her lips reluctantly slipped up to the thickest point. The knot of dragons was long and therefore her lips did not pull him in yet but he rested a bit while spreading her to the maximum and then he pushed again, slipping inch after inch into her. It took him one minute until he pushed the thick part of his knot through her lips and the lips started to close behind his knot and pull him in. He pushed all the way in until their scales collided and a squelching sound mixed with the groans of Soo and the moans of Niar. He felt his belly, that touched her tail, and his tail and legs begin to soak on the wetness of the scales of Soo. "You feel so wonderful." He sighed while he let go of her neck. His instinct told him that she would not go away anymore. He started to lick her neck, head and horns as well as the ears and her eyes. He cleaned them from the tears without even looking. The girl slowly calmed down and emitted a soft moan and gripped around his member. This sent him over the edge and he felt his whole lower body contract and pulse and something shot through his member and flooded the inner chamber of Soo. She moaned and her body also contracted and twitched around his member. The tunnel, that his member was stuck in, gripped strong and stimulated him to push more of his seed into her. She milked him and she moaned in rhythm with her contractions. Slowly Niar calmed down and he felt the last spurts running through his member. He put his head on the head of Soo who seemed to be exhausted but still held his body weight.

"I will leave now. You did great for your first mating." Niar winced at the sudden voice of his mother and turned his head. "Mating?" he asked surprised. "Yes, what you just did is called mating. Make sure to do it again and again until her heat is gone." She commanded and without waiting for any more question she left the room. Niar enjoyed the last spurts and the feeling of the hot tunnel around his member while he relaxed and slowly felt his member and the knot shrink. With a gush of his own seed and her juice it finally slipped out and Niar jumped down from her back by instinct but directly turned to her backside and started to lick her again. Deep inside he longed for more and his animalistic side, that listened to his instinct, was sure to not let the girl have much sleep this night.