Breaking Through Trust
The wind blew through his hair and he could smell the salty sea air. The sun was warm against his back. He laid upon the sandy white beach, clumps of sand clung to his black scales. He looked towards the ocean, seeing the waves crash upon the beach. Sounds of seagulls chirping above as they flew over him. Neltharion laid back, rolling onto his back and wallowing in the sand, rumbling deeply. This was not quite his dream, it was very close. He lived on a nice beach with the sand and the waves, he was happy. Though something made this reality better than his dream.
That was Calia.
Neltharion craned his head to see Calia splashing in the ocean.
"Nel, come in!" she called. "The water is fine."
The Earth-Warder rose onto his feet and started for the ocean. The waves crashed upon his body and he could taste the salty water. He dove for her, rolling onto his back as he floated beside her.
"You big dummy..." she laughed, splashing the water into his face.
"You wanna play, love muffin?" asked Neltharion. He rose up again and spread his massive right wing. "We'll play!"
"No!" Calia began, backing away. "No!"
Neltharion flapped his wing and sent a wave of water towards her, drenching the rest of her. Calia grunted and then began to splash him as well. The two lovers began a violent, yet playful splash fight, flinging water everywhere. The roar of the ocean could not drown out their laughter. Then, Neltharion tackled her, wrapping his forelegs around her. They crashed upon the slope of the beach, the waves colliding with their slick forms. He kissed her gently, wiping her wet hair from her face. As he pulled away, Calia reached up with her hands, petting his neck, going with the grain of his triangular, pointed neck scales. His enormous chest pressed up against hers and she could feel his heart beating from behind the hard, armored, chest scales. A glint of the elementium armor on his neck shined in the sun and a flicker of gold from the disk he wore flashed upon her face. She laughed and kissed him again, and he became lost in the passion of her embrace. His slick, wet, black beard and long, braided mutton chops fell onto her chest. Neltharion reached up to touch Calia's face.
"Cali..." he whispered.
"Yes?" she asked.
"I love you," he said.
"I know."
Her sea-green eyes met his emerald orbs and they stared longingly at each other. All Neltharion could hear now was the roar of the waves and Calia's soft breathing.
And nothing else...
He leaned down to gently kiss the underside of her neck. She giggled slightly, feeling his rough scales tickling her. He chuckled along with her, continuing to press his lips against her neck. He could taste the salt on her skin as he kissed her.
Then, he felt her push him away.
"Honey..." she whispered. "You're starting to squish me now..."
Neltharion broke from his embrace and got up off of her. Even in a more human-sized form, he was still rather huge. His hulking body was very much as big as it was when he swelled up, becoming Deathwing. However, because of Alexstrasza's healing powers, there were no more splits and tears running along his body, revealing his molten, fiery core. But he was still abnormally huge. His forelegs were three times the size of Calia's waist and his body alone could swallow her whole. Calia thought he was built like a bulldog, with huge arms and an enormous chest. Muscles rippled tightly under the black scales and they seemed to bulge out in various places, flexing as he moved. He was always larger than the other Aspects. Khaz'Goroth made him so large to begin with in order to be the Aspect of Earth, but when Neltharion became Deathwing, he grew in greater size, surpassing them completely. Not even Nozdormu had Neltharion's massive, bulking girth. Though, he was no longer Deathwing, having been cured of that curse a few months ago, Neltharion still was the size of Deathwing. When he flew over, it was unmistakable who he was to many of the denizens that lived around Theramore Isle. His massive black wings blocked out the sun, causing many to flee in fear...fear of Deathwing...much to Neltharion's chagrin. He did not want people to fear him, he wanted to befriend them.
And so, he set out to do that many times.
Though, today was a vacation for him and his Prime Consort...Calia.
Calia was the very first mortal to ever be named a consort to a Dragon Aspect, let alone a Prime. It was only because Neltharion had no other. Because of Deathwing, his all of his original consorts were dead, either killed during the painful and burning, violent mating Deathwing made Neltharion inflict upon them, or, as in Sintharia's case, slain.
His marriage to Calia was by circumstance. Deathwing needed a way to control the Alliance from within, and the only way he was going to do that was to marry a human who was the princess of Lordaeron. Calia Menethil, the woman Neltharion was holding now. Though not many knew who she was now since Lordaeron fell to the Forsaken and the Banshee Queen Sylvanas Windrunner. Because it was possible she posed a threat to Sylvanas since she was Arthas' sister, Calia had no choice but to change her identity, taking up the last name of Hastings and joining Stormwind Intelligence. Neltharion, the Aspect of Earth, formally Deathwing, the Black Scourge, was married to the Princess of Lordaeron, who became a secret agent.
They both had odd pasts, they both were made for each other.
Neither quite fit in their former lives, Neltharion felt estranged from his own dragonflight since his redemption, and Calia could no longer return to her true home all because of the actions of her brother. All they had were each other. For now, Neltharion couldn't ask for anything else.
As Calia slipped out from underneath him, she threw her arms around his huge, thick, muscular neck. His neck was so big, her hands could barely meet, let alone touch the elementium plates that lined his spines. Neltharion held her close to him again, burying his box-like, draconic head in her brunette hair. He would never be alone because he had her. He curled his tail around them both, careful not to allow the huge elementium blade at the tip not to cut her. The elementium spine plates and the blade were all that was left of his identity as Deathwing. He chose to keep them mounted on him as a reminder of that life so that he would not return to such darkness again. Calia thought they gave him a distinguished character and she loved the way the polished surface shined. He always made sure they were polished for her. Deathwing never polished the plates, but Neltharion did.
Calia giggled and then pushed Neltharion down upon his back, grabbing a hold of his wrists to try and pin the much more massive dragon down. She loved the fact she could play this rough with him and not harm him one bit. She was not the fragile princess from long ago. And Neltharion loved it. Though he was still careful around her. She was a mortal human, after all. He struggled under her grip as she straddled his massively huge chest.
"Ah!" he called. "Abuse! I call domestic abuse!"
"You baby!" Calia said with a laugh. She let go of him and slid off only to lay her head upon his chest. His breath heaved in and out and he chuckled deeply, petting her head with a gentle paw. Neltharion rubbed his chin across her head, purring. She loved that purring, reaching up to give him a scratch around his jaw line. It reminded her of a gigantic cat. Calia took in a deep breath, holding her ear up against his chest, listening to his deep purr. She felt like it was lulling her to sleep right there on the beach. Neltharion laid his head back and stared happily up at the sky, watching the white clouds roll by. He placed a paw on his wife's back, gently rubbing it. As his paw ran down, he began to feel rougher areas along her back and his smile slightly faded. They were her burn scars caused by Deathwing on their first night of marriage nearly 20 years ago. Calia was just a budding young girl, barely a woman, not quite a child when Deathwing married her and then forced her to have sex with him as a celebratory price of gaining the kingdom of Alterac. He defiled her body with his lust, making Neltharion watch from deep within his own mind. And Neltharion cried with every horrified scream that little girl made.
That little girl grew to a woman who despised Deathwing with every fracture of her being. But Neltharion, finally ridding himself of the monstrous personality that he created after thousands of years of mental torment and anguish, begged for forgiveness. Calia did not give it to him right away, but after a long journey in Uldum, she was finally able to. Not only that, but she found that the love she did have for Neltharion back then was still there. And Neltharion also shared that love. They loved each other and they trusted each other. Still, every time Neltharion felt the scars or even see them, his heart ached. He wanted Alexstrasza to heal her, but Calia refused. Like the elementium armor that lined Neltharion's back, she wanted to keep the scars as a reminder as well of that past. Though she accepted Neltharion and finally accepted his love as well, she could not forget so easily that night what Deathwing did.
He arched his back slightly and stretched his enormous wings. Neltharion let loose a great yawn, his long, pink, pointed tongue rolling out between his fangs as his lips pulled back across his sharp teeth. Calia looked up, hearing almost a loud growl coming from him as he yawned and she laughed.
"You tired already?" she asked. "Lazy fat ass."
"It's the sun," said Neltharion. "Makes me sleepy."
"Aw, the rolly-polly dragon sleepy?" Calia asked. She reached up and pinched his cheek. "You're so cute when you look sleepy."
"And you're just cute," said Neltharion. "All over."
He leaned closer to her and stared deeply into her eyes. His breathing slowed as he drew closer to her. He fastened his scaly lips to hers and he once more wrapped her up in his enormous forelegs. Calia heard her husband's deep rumble as he kissed her and she felt his chest up against hers. She wrapped her arms around his huge neck, letting go of her tension as she fell to his kiss. Their lips parted and Neltharion could feel Calia's tongue touch his. Calia felt the dragon's rough tongue against hers. It was not slick like she would suspect a reptile would have, but prickly and spongy like a cat's. Neltharion rose his claws up to her face, pressing their pads against her cheeks as he continued to twist his much longer, pointed tongue inside her mouth. A claw lowered from her cheek and slowly slid its way down to her shoulder. His talon hooked upon the strap of her bikini top and he lowered it down from her shoulder. Her full breast bounced out of the cup and his claw reached up to grasp it. Calia gasped as she felt the prickly, rough, black scales of his claw squeeze upon her breast. His thumb grazed over the darkening nipple, causing it to harden and perk up. Calia's sea, blue green eyes lit up in surprise of her husband's touch. Neltharion parted from her lips, his tongue giving one last lick to them. A line of his spittle connected between them. His lip curled in a lustful snarl and he barred his dagger-like fangs. He felt a growing fire between his legs, behind his pubic foot, sparking to life. The much softer scales around his cloacal sheath started to bulge out and part, revealing his vertical slit. Calia could hear the sound of Neltharion's deepening growl.
"Nel?" she asked.
"Cali..." he breathed. "I need you...right now..."
Calia held her breath just as Neltharion held her close, leaning down to suck at the exposed breast. His other claw pulled the other strap of her top down to reveal the other breast. She felt a moan escape her mouth, her heart quivering as his rough tongue grazed over her nipple. Her nethers quivered and tingled at his touch.
"Oh...you smell so good...Cali..." Neltharion purred, his lips kissing her cleavage. He wrapped his foreleg around her, pinning her close to him as his other claw left her breast. His head moved away again and his nostrils flared, taking in a new scent from her.
The smell of an aroused human female.
His head lowered down to her belly and she felt his tongue graze over her naval. She had things a female dragon did not have, at least in their true forms. Of course female dragons rarely if ever mated in a disguised form. In fact, no dragon truly ever mated with humanoids. Neltharion was the only one, and that was because of Deathwing wanting to show his dominance over his human prize. To Deathwing, Calia was just another hole he could slam his horrid cock in.
Calia yelped at the touch of Neltharion's claw as it slid under her bikini bottoms. The pad of the clawed digit rubbed against her labia, parting the skin. The tip of his finger touching the head of her clitoris. The Great Black slid down lower under her, pulling her thong down around her thighs, revealing what he began to desire. He removed his finger and brought his mouth between her legs, his long tongue rolled out. Calia gasped again as she felt his tongue feed its way to her clitoris. She squeezed her hips against his tongue, which only brought a deepening chuckle from her draconic husband. Her brow furrowed. Her body was responding to his touch, to his tentative attention. She looked behind her to see the growing bump behind his pubic foot. His wings came down and he slowly entered the talon of his thumb claw into the slit while both of his forepaws held onto Calia's body. His legs spread wide as the slit's lips parted, revealing a mound of dark blue flesh pushing its way through.
Neltharion's cock.
It had been years since she saw the massive, black penis lined with chitin spines and spewing out hot, glowing, orange semen. Neltharion was never this sexually active since they decided to live together after their mission. He always kept his distance when it came to sex. He did kiss her, he did hug her. He caressed her, nuzzled her, tickled her. He was like a big teddy bear she could just snuggle up to and feel safe, but never did he show any desire to have sex with her...until now. He always kept his lust controlled out of understanding of what Deathwing did.
Calia swallowed hard, her body melting into his tongue as the tip slid its way up into her vaginal opening. Her body was not obeying her. Her mind did not want this, but her body leaned into it. She gripped his two lower large horns as Neltharion began to slurp her flowing fluids up. She moaned at his tongue, her hips moving against it.
"Neltharion..." she said. She looked behind her, once more in a mixture of fear and arousal as she saw the dragon's thick, lengthy, blue-black penis slowly emerge from its sheath. Calia felt her mind swiftly flash back to that night over 20 years ago. Neltharion was not Neltharion then...he was Deathwing. He did exactly what he was doing now, forcing himself upon her, however, the action was more violent. The handsome Lord Prestor coming into the bedchambers where his lovely wife of 16 waited for him. She was still dressed in her wedding gown, her long, light brown hair draping down to her hips. Though she was infatuated with him, she was afraid of this night. She was never really prepared for what her first night would be with her husband. It was never something spoken, ever educated on. She knew sex was involved, but she never was told how. She was afraid. She bound her life with this older gentleman. There was that smile upon his face, a smile that said he wanted her tonight. Her eyes widened when she saw the growing bulge under his trousers. Prestor unbuttoned his white shirt and approached her. He advanced upon her, and she stepped back. Prestor took hold of Calia's arms and brought her close to him. He firmly wrapped his arms around her, holding her closely. Then, with a powerful tug, he tore the dress from her body.
"There is no need for that anymore, Princess," he said. His handsome voice suddenly coming out like a horrible hiss of a snake. She looked to his hand, noticing it twist and transform, black talons sprouting from their tips. Prestor gripped her undergarments and tore them off as he slammed her back onto the bed. His taloned hand turned black and scaly. Prestor leaned up to unbutton his trousers, sliding them off of his hips. They slipped down his muscular legs, revealing his erect penis. His hips twitched as they widened out, becoming covered in black scales. Calia looked to Prestor's face as it twisted and elongated into a blunt snout with a single horn jutting up on the bridge of his nose. Two large horns sprouted out from his head, a second pair sprouted from his temples and a third pair sprouted from under his jaw line. Metallic plates covered the two main horns and a line of metallic plates grew out from his spine. Enormous black, frayed wings sprouted out from his back as a powerful, thick tail whipped behind him. Prestor's body swelled up with powerful muscle, his chest filled out, now covered in black scales as well. Glowing rips appeared around his body being held together by metal rings and plates bolted to him. His eyes now glowed with a deep, hot fire. An enormous metallic chin brace covered his lower jaw. Prestor was no human, he was a dragon...a black dragon!
"Who are you?" she asked, trembling beneath his great weight. Calia's eyes looked to the monster's cock. It was now black, much, much longer and thicker than a human's. Around the penis was a line of prickly spines that pulsed and flared. The head of the dragon's penis flared wide, the duct began to drip a strange, glowing orange substance. The orange glob dripped upon her pale belly and Calia screamed, feeling a searing heat from it burn through her skin. Tears appeared before her eyes.
"Come now, Calia," began the monster that was Prestor. "Surly you've heard the name Deathwing spoken?"
"Deathwing?" Calia asked. She tried to squirm under his weight, trying to fight against his grip. She knew that name. "The leader of the black dragons? You're him?!"
The black dragon's eyes flashed as he pinned her down, leaning the tip of his cock against the folds of her vulva.
"Consider this an honor that you are married to such a powerful being as myself," began Deathwing. "Such a great leader. Even more of an honor that I would find you worthy to mate with." He slowly pushed the tip of his cock through her labia and right into her vaginal opening. "I normally do not see the use of pathetic little mortals like yourself, but you have a purpose to me. After all, they would find it rather odd if the King and Queen of Alterac did not produce an heir."
Calia looked away as Deathwing lowered his head down, his tongue grazed the side of her neck. She felt the coolness of his metallic chin brace on her skin, causing her nipples to harden and perk up. Deathwing lifted a black claw to one of her small, young breasts and squeezed it. She heard the Black Dragon rumble and a smile appeared upon his face.
"Fascinating," he said. "How a human female's body would react to my touch. This is the first tim I've ever mated outside my own species as well." Deathwing reared up and flipped Calia over upon her hands and knees. "However, this is more appropriate for an animal such as yourself, my lovely wife!"
Calia looked back as Deathwing once more brought the tip of his cock to her opening.
"How do you know we'll even have children?" she asked. "You're not even human!"
"And you're not a dragon!" said Deathwing. "So, let's call it an experiment, shall we?" He gripped her hips. "But if our passionate union cannot produce children, then I have no problem in allowing a human I would deem worthy to fuck you!"
He leaned over her, pressing his massive chest upon her back. She felt the searing heat from his chest, the split opening barely being held together by metallic plates. She saw the glowing, churning, fuming molten core inside of him. Calia screamed again against his heat. Deathwing thrusted his hips forward and lanced his huge penis through her. Calia called out, feeling the hot, thick, spiny flesh slide its way through. Deathwing kept pushing through her, every inch of his cock diving deeper and deeper. Calia's face was wet with her tears as she felt the tip of his cock bump right against her cervix.
"Ah, a barrier," said Deathwing. His deep voice becoming slightly breathy. "I can't get all the way...in. However, I wonder if what works on dragon females will work on you..."
She felt a grunt coming from the Black Dragon and something sprayed up against her cervix. Inside, she felt her cervix widened, the opening stretching as if it was dilating like she was about to give birth. Deathwing chuckled deeply as he felt the tip of his cock no longer barred at the end of her vagina. Her uterus was now open to him. With one push, he sent the head of his penis through her now opened cervix.
"Stop!" Calia called. "I can't take anymore of you!"
Deathwing forced her down upon her stomach. He drew close to her ear, a tongue lapped out to graze her lobe. "Never tell me what to do, mortal."
Every bit of her walls were spread forcefully wide by his massive cock, as wide as they would be during labor. His cock was that large compared to her. Blood leaked out from her labia, indicating her hymen rupturing from Deathwing's forceful entry. The Black Dragon slid a claw down between her thighs, allowing the blood to drip down upon his fingers. He rose his claw up and brought it to his snout. His tongue came out and licked the blood from his talons.
"You are filled with such surprises, Calia," he rumbled. "I suppose this is what you humans refer to as popping the cherry." He leaned down and began his thrusts. "Oh...you're so tight!"
Calia felt the spines of Deathwing's penis latch tightly to the sensitive, delicate walls of her vagina. The spines were flexible, allowing him to thrust in and out. At first it almost felt pleasurable to her, feeling his enormity slide in and out of her. But the heat, the heat growing inside of her, burning her skin on her back, she soon forgot about the pleasure. He was taking her, taking her body. Deathwing quickened his pace, his thrusts becoming more and more violent. The bed rocked beneath the Black Dragon's weight and its joints squeaked. Calia gripped the covers. His claws gripped tightly on her skin, piercing her flesh. She felt the heat off of his chest plates crinkle her flesh. His cock pulsed violently against her walls. He pushed deeper into her. Deathwing's tail slammed against the wall. The dragon growled as he felt a contraction quench between his legs. Deathwing reared back, pressing his chest against her spine. He slammed his cock into her and bellowed out in a powerful roar. The room itself trembled with his climatic trumpet as his cock gushed forth its hot seed inside his wife. Calia cried out, the searing pain of the powerful forceful ejaculation burning her womb. He filled her deeply, her abdomen began to swell slightly. With nowhere else to go, the access cum began to spill out of her, hissing upon the sheets. She felt her body go limp from her husband's spray, tears still flowed from her eyes. She was blinded by them.
"There..." she whispered. "You've...taken me...please...just...leave me...be..."
"You know nothing about dragons, my dear," said Deathwing. He whispered silkily into her ear. "I have to ensure conception."
Calia's eyes widened as she felt Deathwing began to thrust again. However, his thrusting ended abruptly with another orgasmic roar from the dragon. He spilled once more into her, filling her to the brink again. Each pause between ejaculation brought his thrusting. His continual spray kept on the entire night. His violent, lustful mating with his human wife caused her to pass out into unconsciousness half way through, but it did not stop Deathwing's libido. When he sensed his wife was thoroughly seeded, the spines of his cock let go of their grip and he slid out of her now stretched hole. Her stomach seemed slightly bloated out of proportion from the powerful shots of his cum. He sniffed at his wife and then smiled darkly. He knew very well his sperm had found their way to her egg. He leaned down to lick her vulva, tasting his cum that spilled out from her. Horrible burns covered her back, but cauterized by his heat. Calia opened her eyes to find her draconic husband licking between her legs. She moaned, but could not find the strength to fight him off.
"Amazing, the endurance of such a frail mortal as yourself," Deathwing said. "I would have never guessed you could live through the night. Most of my mates died from their encounters with me, and yet you lived. You are...indeed something special, Calia. I am going to enjoy more nights with you."
But those nights never came, thankfully to Calia. Deathwing was discovered and forced to flee before he was crowned King of Alterac. However, it did leave Calia 9 months later with a half-breed child, a monstrous, malformed baby that Arthas then later killed. And of course there were her scars. Calia awoke from her memory of that night, feeling Neltharion shift again, leading her body towards his cock.
"No!" Calia called, kicking him in the stomach. She toppled over onto the sand as Neltharion reared from the kick. He gripped his huge cock. He felt a pain inside his loins as he tried to fight off his heated urge to mate with his wife. Awakened from the trance of his own lust, Neltharion gasped in horror over what he was about to do. Calia quickly pushed her bra strap back on and pulled up her bikini panties.
"I can't!" she said. "I just can't!"
Neltharion held onto he shaft of his cock, feeling it pulse violently in his claw. Already, glowing orange pre was beginning to spill out from the flared tip. The spines flexed with each pulse. The huge, hulking dragon bent over himself, looking at his wife now with shame with his modesty exposed to her.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm really sorry, Calia."
Neltharion got to his all fours and started for the house. He arched his back, growling each time the tip of his exposed penis grazed against the ground. Calia watched as Neltharion rushed into the house, slamming the door behind him. She walked around, picking up the towels from the beach and made her way back inside as well. As she came inside, she heard the sound of moaning coming from the bathroom. She tossed the towels aside and walked towards the door, listening to the deep growls and moans. She thought she heard water splash several times as something was thumping repeatedly against the wall.
"Neltharion?" she asked as she knocked on the door.
"In a minute!" he replied back. "One moment." He growled again. "Actually, um...I think I might be in here for a few hours."
Calia gripped the knob on the door and turned it, opening the door up. She found her husband haunched over, his back against the wall and ceiling. He leaned over the toilet, his enormous cock in his claws. The bowl of the toilet looked almost overflowing with glowing orange liquid. Neltharion's penis continued to leak out its glowing cum. Neltharion turned to her, his green eyes showing his shame.
"I...probably should have told you about this," he began, swallowing dryly. "About how...a male dragon...works..."
Calia leaned her head over, her eyes still on his massive cock.
"I know...that...you wouldn't want to..." he began. "Though I was hoping we could. I love you, Cali. And I wanted to show my love for you. I know...even after all these years...that night is still fresh in your mind. What I did...what he made my body do..." Neltharion blinked as salty tears dripped from his lids. "But I hoped you could...trust me...know that I wasn't going to hurt you like that now. I wanted this to be...wonderful for the both of us. But there is something about me...me especially even more so than other male dragons of my flight." He flenched and his cock suddenly exploded in a gush of seed. He spilled it into the bowl and reached over to the brass chain, giving it a tug to flush right before it overflowed. "It's because I'm the...what you might call...alpha male of my flight. And I'm on my...season...and you're the only female I got..."
"Season?" asked Calia. "You're...rutting?"
"I have to mate with multiple females," said Neltharion. "So I'm equipped to...well....you remember that night. Why he wouldn't let go, why he was never finished, why he kept...I kept...ejaculating." He balled a claw into a fist and slammed it down on the sink, sending a spiderweb of cracks through its surface. "I knew it was hurting you...but...he had my mind tied up. I couldn't make my body stop, and if I could have fought for control..." He let go of his cock, allowing Calia to see the flexed out spines. "Well...pulling out would have done worse damage."
"You were rutting then?" asked Calia.
Neltharion lowered his head: "Oh, he knew when it was time for me to rut. He knew. He hoped my body was going to rut during our...honeymoon. If it didn't, I probably would have just had simple...sex with you. I can control myself most of the time...just right now..." He swallowed again, wagging his head. "If it looked like I was....I wasn't...I just...I need relief! And I was kind of hoping that you would trust me...maybe understand me a little bit more. Maybe allow me to...touch you, pleasure you...despite the rutting. I could...be a real husband to you."
Calia sighed and squatted down. She heard him moan again and call in out in orgasmic pleasure as another wave of his semen sprayed into the toilet. The house seemed to tremble in echo to Neltharion's climaxes. The whole earth seemed to tremble each time he came. Neltharion despite the wave of pleasure his body felt, wept. His tears splashed upon his hardened cock, trickling down each sides of the shaft.
"I want you to trust me, Calia," he said. "Trust that I would never hurt you like that again. But I do want to try and make love to you."
"I know that you wouldn't hurt me like that..." she began. "But...I don't know if we could do it. I don't know if I could even take you being gentle with me. I don't know if even if you were trying to be gentle, that would hurt me still. You said it yourself...you can't pull out unless you've been...sated...right?" Calia wrapped her arms around her body, shivering. "Because it's physically impossible for you to pull out until then. And you...have multiple...orgasms...because you have to mate with multiple females..."
"No..." Neltharion began. "I have multiple climaxes in one female to ensure conception. Then there's a pause and the spines relax and I can pull out. But I'm not fully sated until I have done the same with at least three other females."
"So, what happens when you only have one female?" asked Calia.
"Deathwing only had Sintharia," said Neltharion. "And he ravaged her over and over without a care. When I had control of my body, I had many females at my...disposal. I don't know how to handle one female." He gripped his cock, feeling another wave about to come. "Just leave me be until it's over. I'll be fine afterwards. I'll...make dinner."
Calia sighed as she walked over to her husband. She leaned down and placed her hand over the claw gripping his cock.
"I suppose I need to get used to some of your own...bodily functions?" asked Calia. "I mean, I have some of my own...that...you would have to..."
"I know what a period is," said Neltharion. "I know what menstrual cycle is."
"I still have it...so I suppose that means I still can have a baby," said Calia. "You didn't damage me that much."She felt a claw lower down and rest upon her shoulder. Calia raised a hand up and touched it.
"I suppose we both have our...time of the month..." began Neltharion.
"Does yours last for five days?" asked Calia.
Neltharion chuckled, holding onto his cock as tightly as he could to prevent another spout.
"No," he said. "But it does...hurt unless..."
"Unless you have been relieved," said Calia. She raised her hand up to his head, scratching behind his long beard. Neltharion leaned into her hand and purred. "Need some help?"
Neltharion nodded: "I was hoping you'd asked that."
Calia got to her feet and placed a hand on his scaly shoulder: "Okay, listen, I need to lay down some ground rules. Don't enter me unless I give you permission. I want you to lay on the bed and do nothing. Don't touch me, don't try to kiss me. Let me do the...exploring. I want to get to know your body. I want to get to know what it does to make you...well...you know. And then, when I say, you can...explore mine and get to know my body. Because neither of us really had true sex with each other. We only had that one time and I'm gonna say that one time didn't count."
Neltharion took in a deep breath and nodded: "Right."
He rose up onto his all fours, watching Calia back away towards the bedroom. Neltharion followed her into the bedroom, his cock bouncing slightly as he walked. Their bed itself was large, larger than a king-sized bed. It was made especially to accommodate Neltharion's mass, but still leave room for Calia to space herself away from him while they slept. Neltharion climbed into the bed and then laid upon his side, lifting a leg up to show off his great erection. He gave a thrust to his hips, making his cock bounce slightly. It was a male dragon's way of enticing his mate, showing how hard he was, how large he was, how fertile he was. Calia shook her head and pushed him to his back. She leaned over his great chest and took hold of his forelegs, moving them to his side.
"Keep them right there," she said. "Don't move them from your side."
Calia slipped off her bathing suit and tossed them to the carpet. She pulled out some lotion from a drawer and climbed on the bed. She squirted the lotion out onto her hands and rubbed them together. Neltharion caught the scent of the lotion. It smelled of sweet lavender and honey. He purred at the scent and smiled. Calia squirted one more glob of lotion into her palm and then came to his cock. With the glob in hand, she began to rub his cock gently with her hands, lathering it with the lotion. She massaged it gently, squeezing the shaft as she worked her way up to his gland. With four fingers individually clutching the gland, she squeeze it, causing it to fold slightly around the hole. Neltharion's breathing slowed as he concentrated on his wife's hands upon his cock, his hips moving with her fingers. He felt the wave of pleasure pulsate down the shaft into his loins. The spines of his cock flexed and relaxed.
"Calia..." he whispered, closing his eyes. He moaned softly.
Calia moved a hand down and felt up around two spherical mounds at the base of his cock. She did not know exactly what they were, but she did give them a squeeze as well. Neltharion's leg jerked up each time his wife squeezed him and his hips thrusted upwards. She felt the shaft of her husband's member pulse in her hand as she ran her fingers down the underside of the shaft. Her fingers came down to the base and finally to the puckered, wrinkly skin of his sphincter. She let a perfectly manicured nail tickle the rim of his anus, causing it to quiver from her touch. Neltharion's green eyes opened and he gasped at her hand upon his anus. He lifted his legs up a little higher at her fingers. Calia looked back at her husband and smiled, noticing his rather confused expression.
"You never had foreplay, have you?" she asked.
"No," he replied. "It was just more about...do it and get it over with."
"Copulation," said Calia. "Never really did it for pleasure?"
"Not exactly," said Neltharion.
Calia climbed upon the base of his tail, straddling it. She reached out and caressed his inner thighs, feeling the armored scales covering them. She leaned down as she felt his thighs to the base of his penis. Neltharion yelped when he felt his wife's tongue upon the underside of his shaft. The head of his cock flared out, the urethra opened wide. Glowing orange fluids spirt out from the top, dribbling down the side in sticky globs. His feet rolled around and curled as his cock throbbed. She came down to one of the mounds along the base of his cock and opened her mouth to it, suckling it. She rolled it around with her tongue, and Neltharion moaned louder. He gripped the bedsheets with his claws, feeling the fire ignite inside of him. His hips moved again.
"Ahhh!" Neltharion called just as he gave one last thrust of his hips, his cock suddenly shot off a lob. The lob of his cum came down, splashing upon his black, scaly belly and rolled right off the side. Calia looked over at the puddle of semen gathering on the bed sheet. It did not steam or hiss like it did before. She rose up to the head of his cock, gathering up the droplets of his glowing semen onto her finger. It felt warm like it would coming from a warm-blooded creature, but it was not searing hot like she remembered it. She reached up and placed the lob into her mouth, tasting it. It had a sulfuric taste, but it was not terrible. She opened her mouth up and fastened it upon the head of Neltharion's member. She dove her tongue into the cock hole, rolling it around inside. Neltharion's parted and his tongue rolled out between his fangs. He arched his back, his wings spreading wide over the edges of the bed. Calia suckled gently, rubbing the rest of his cock in her hands.
"Calia..." Neltharion began. "I...I can't stand it anymore. I have to...touch you."
Calia backed off, a line of her spit still connected to the tip of his cock.
"Alright," she said. She rose up to him, climbing upon his chest. She leaned down to his head, straddling his huge chest with her legs. Calia wrapped her arms around him and they pressed their lips together in a lengthy, passionate kiss. Neltharion's lips parted and his tongue came out to enter her mouth. Calia parted her lips and once more invited his tongue inside, twisting and twirling it around. The two parted and Neltharion gazed once more deeply into Calia's eyes, lifting a claw up to her back to feel it. His other claw came down to his cock, feeling it gently. Calia lowered and came up under his thick beard to the bend of his neck. She kissed his neck and Neltharion purred. She leaned up from his neck and then rose her body up, bringing her belly to his head.
"I believe you were trying to finish this..." she began, placing her hand gently upon his snout.
"I don't know what made me do it," said Neltharion. "I've heard that human females like it, though."
"We do," said Calia.
Neltharion winced as his cock shot off again. Calia shook her head.
"Am I gonna have to milk you like a cow?" she asked. "Right into a bucket?"
"This going slow thing..." said Neltharion. "I'm not able to pace myself."
"Well, better get started..." said Calia. "By the time you're done pleasing me, you'll be done with yourself. And I want to give sex a try again just like you wanted. The right way. Put you through the test, Neltharion. I want to see if you can be gentle."
Neltharion rumbled and his lips parted, his tongue rolling out between her thighs. She felt his tongue enter up into her vulva, feeling its way through to her clitoris. Then he tilted his head as her legs began to relax, allowing him further access. The tip of his tongue entered her vaginal opening, feeling around the delicate flesh inside of her. Calia leaned upon his head, moving her hips to his tongue, her walls contracting upon it. She moaned softly as he serviced her, her fluids flowing into his mouth. She heard him slurp as he licked inside of her. His claw felt her buttocks while the other still was at his cock. She bucked lightly at his tongue.
"Nel..." she began. "Okay...okay. I'm...ready."
Neltharion left her crotch and looked up: "You sure, Cali?"
"Gently," said Calia. "Push it in...gently."
She lowered herself down to his crotch, lifting her ass up to the tip of his mighty cock. Calia grabbed the upper part of his shaft, pointing the head directly at her vulva. Neltharion leaned up upon his elbows, adjusting his hips.
"Unfortunately, there's no easy way to push it in," he said.
"It has to be done, quickly, then?" she asked.
"Yes." Neltharion lifted his hips, bringing the gland of his cock up to the lips of her labia. He lifted his claws up upon her hips as Calia let go of his cock. "I'll count to three. Just relax yourself. It'll only hurt more if you're tense."
Calia gave a nod as Neltharion reached up to hold her hand.
"One..." Neltharion began as he moved his cock up closer, spreading her lips. "Two...three!"
He slammed his cock deep inside of her, spreading her painfully wide with its massive girth. Calia called out as she felt her husband's penis dive deeper into her. The spines of the shaft scraped upon her walls and her fingers gripped his stomach plates tightly from the sensation. The head of his member pushed up against her cervix. Neltharion let loose a deep growl, feeling the tightness of his wife walls around his cock. Tears rolled down Calia's cheeks from the pain of his cock stretching her. Then, she nodded, silently giving her permission. Neltharion felt his cock squirt against her cervix and Calia held her breath as she felt it widening to allow the rest of his great length inside.
"One..." he began. "Two...three..."
Neltharion pushed upward and deeper into his Prime Consort. The gland of his cock passing through the cervical opening and his girth finally stretching into her womb. Calia gasped again feeling the spines of his cock lock onto her walls, fastening her to him. Neltharion blinked tears flowing down his cheeks as well as he felt himself latched upon his wife. They were connected now and until he finished there they would stay.
"Nel..." Calia said, panting. Neltharion leaned back, lifting his legs slightly, allowing his wife to lay upon his belly.
"I like this," he said. "Being on the bottom. You in control..."
He lifted a claw up and touched her cheek, thumbing the tip of her chin.
"I love you, Calia," said Neltharion.
"I love you, Neltharion," said Calia. "Gently...now."
"Gently..." he said as he started with his slow, yet deep thrusts. "Slowly..."
Neltharion shifted his hips, sliding in and out of his wife's depths. The spongy spines lining his cock moved back and forth with each thrust, adding to the growing, fiery wave of pleasure. The spines caught Calia in all the right places, even grazing against her G-spot. Neltharion felt Calia tighten around him as his spines plucked at her insides. He curled down to her lifting her full breast up to his lips. Neltharion's tongue came out to Calia's nipple, and he gently licked at the pointed tip. Calia moaned as her husband fastened his lips around her breast and began to suckle at it. Droplets of sweat dripped down her skin and he could taste it as it splashed upon his tongue. She shivered at the roughness of his tongue grazing her soft skin. Neltharion rumbled as well, feeling Calia grip him tighter. He could feel the walls of her vagina pulse around his cock as it started to throb inside of her. The spines flexed and relaxed with Calia's contractions and it only sent a sizzle of electricity through Neltharion's scales. Calia moaned louder, sensing the growing heat down between her nethers. Neltharion felt his own fire building up deep inside of him and he threw his head back. He lifted a claw up to grip the headboard of the bed. His hips bucked at his wife, his thrusts became swifter, more violent. She felt Neltharion's body begin to stiffen. His cock pulsated into violent spasms. Calia could have sworn she felt him swell even further up inside of her.
"Cali!" he called, his voice becoming breathless.
Neltharion's back arched as he gave a powerful thrust to his cock. The Black Dragon bellowed out a roar just as his cock exploded powerfully inside of Calia. Calia let loose her own call, her body chiming in with her own climax, feeling the rush of Neltharion's hot seed splash its way into her womb. Her belly did swell from the gush as he continued to fill her. Neltharion thrusted again, his cock throbbing violently for another release. Calia closed her eyes tightly as her husband sent forth another splash of his cum. His seed began to dribble out of her, splashing upon his anus and running down the base of his tail. Neltharion gripped Calia's ass and then, lowing his claws down in between the crease to shaft of his flared cock. He dipped a claw into the river of cum flowing out of her and slowly brought it up to his mouth. He licked the glowing, sticky, thick fluid from his talon. Calia looked up as she watched her husband lick his black claw free of his own cum. Neltharion savored the taste of his orange semen, purring slightly as tasting it gave him some pleasure as well. Once more, he felt another rush of cum exit his cock, filling her insides. Calia panted hard, feeling her nethers becoming numb from the size of Neltharion's cock and the amount of seed he pushed into her. However, Neltharion's cock spines were very much latched tightly to her. She could not pull him out. Neltharion felt her growing discomfort.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I can't pull out until I'm finished."
"I think I'm already...finished," said Calia. She looked into his eyes. "It's to...insure conception...right?"
"If...if it happens," he began. "I'll...I'll take care of it. I'll be the mother to our child." Neltharion extended his wings and wrapped them around her, trying to comfort her in the intimate moment. "Oh, Calia, just hold on...a little bit longer. It feels so good right now. So very good. Ohhhh..."
She braced herself against his belly as she felt him continue to thrust into her. With each thrust, only a moment later she felt another spray from his cock filling her up. Neltharion gathered her up into his forelegs, continuing to rock her body back and forth. Tears fell upon his scaly cheeks as he thrusted up into her. They were not tears of sadness, but tears of joy. Neltharion's body flushed with the warmth of joy and ecstasy as he bore upon his wife. His tail lifted up and he gently grazed the elementium blade upon her back. Calia shivered at the cool metal upon her back. Neltharion tilted her head back, to kiss her, drinking passionately from her lips. Another powerful spirt from his cock flowed to the back of her womb. Neltharion held tightly to her as his seed one more time shot into her. He felt the wave of his on going orgasm subside, but his cock refused to relax. The spines still dug deeply into Calia's walls, securing her to him.
"You're finished?" she asked. Neltharion nodded silently. Calia breathed as she tried to lift herself up from him. She gasped again, feeling his cock still firmly inside of her, the grip of his spines not loosening. She shivered slightly at the tug of the spines. "I thought you were finished."
"Ejaculating," he said. "But it's supposed to stay inside of you, keep you nice and plugged up to make sure my seed stays in you. This is the conception part."
"What do we do?" asked Calia.
"Fall asleep," said Neltharion. He leaned down to kiss her lips again. "Besides, I love the feeling of being inside of you, falling asleep with my cock deep in you. You're so soft in there." He let loose another purr and began his gentle thrusts. Though he was finished seeding her, it did not mean he could not feel anymore pleasure of being inside of her. "Oh...Cali..."
"Neltharion..." she whispered. She still felt her own insides quiver from his cock.
He leaned back holding her in his arms. He felt the warmth of the afterglow of their love wrap him up like a soft blanket. He leaned down to nuzzle his snout against Calia's cheek. With his cock still buried inside of her, he caressed her cheek with his, purring deeply. Calia petted his neck, bracing her head against his chest. Once more, she felt safe in his arms. His wings wrapped around her, keeping her warm. Neltharion's tears trickled down his cheeks, tears of happiness. He was at last able to pleasure her like he always wanted.
"I love you, Cali," he whispered. "This...this is what our first night was supposed to be."
"Can we forget what happened back then?" Calia asked, looking up at her husband. "Pretend it never happened? Say that this was our first time?"
"I'd like that," said Neltharion. "Our first time."
Calia lowered a hand to her abdomen, feeling all of his seed swishing around inside. It was staying up in there, going into her tubes, finding her just released egg. Neltharion took a sniff of her scent. He could smell the mixture of his own scent with hers and he purred proudly. He gathered her up once more and held her closely to him. Neltharion stared into her eyes again, they connecting as close as they were down below. He buried his snout in her hair and closed his eyes. He laid upon his side, allowing Calia to lay upon hers. Entwined in the warm glow of their passion, they slowly drifted off to slumber.