Culture Shock
It was never easy for him when he had to go and mate with Nameria. He could feel the heated jealously radiating out from his wife each time he left for the mating. But Calia knew it was necessary. It meant the survival of his flight, a thing she could not give. Neltharion still had her cold blue eyes burned deep in his mind when he left to fly north. His instincts were calling for him to mate with one of his own kind, but his heart was not there with them. His heart was with Calia. He had promised to be hers, mind, body, and soul, but apparently the body had the be shared. He could not remain physically attached to one being, especially one who could not give him hatchlings.
This trip was one for breeding and nothing else. He would let his body, his instincts feel every pleasure, but his mind and heart would only ache in pain. Though, each time he returned, for days, Calia would not even look at him, let alone speak to him. Neltharion wanted to hold her, to let her know that he understood what she was feeling, but in the end, he did not. This truly hurt her.
Only culturally.
This was Calia's own culture shock. She vocalized many times that she understood that the Aspect cannot just be with one consort, especially a consort who cannot give him hatchlings. She stated many times that she understood that this was only to give his flight a future, that the matings he had with Nameria were nothing more than for reproduction. She said she understood that Neltharion consciously took no pleasure in his mating with the young black dragon, at least not spiritually. Physically was another matter, and that was the thing she hated. But of course, for two dragons to reproduce, there had to be some amount of pleasure. Neltharion's own reproductive organs worked similar to that of a human male's. In order for him to ejaculate, he had to climax, and Nameria's own body would be more receptive of his seed, if she received similar pleasure from him.
Though Neltharion wondered what his human wife would think of him if she knew each time he mated with Nameria, after the climax, he wept. He wept because he was pleasured by it. He wept because he could feel Calia crying over that fact. She wasn't a dragon. Her culture did not believe in multiple spouses for one man. And even if it did, she knew she would still feel the detachment and the loneliness of having to share her man with other women. And each time he rammed it home inside of Nameria, he made her roar in ecstasy, Neltharion felt another piece of his heart ripped away. Despite the fact that Calia had verbalized her approval of Nameria and told Neltharion many times that she did not mind if he mated to continue the Black Dragonflight, he could feel her deepening jealousy.
For all he knew, Nameria was the last female of breeding age in the Black Dragonflight. He had to take advantage. Nameria had been named broodmother, and Neltharion took her many times when she was in heat. Because there were no other females around, Nameria went into heat about a month after she laid her clutch, as if her own body instinctually knew she had to reproduce to rebuild an entire species with only two eligible breeding adults in that species.
Of course she would not mate with her brother Siderion. Even Neltharion found such an act appalling. He knew that his two eldest children, Nefarian and Onyxia did that. Two siblings mated with each other to produce more black dragons. It was no wonder why the Black Dragonflight retained their madness. Inbreeding seemed to help devolve their minds. But Neltharion knew he had to find other females. One female was not enough to build a strong flight. For now, it was all he had. Nameria was all he had.
Though, he wished he had Calia as well. Calia, he named her his Prime Consort. Despite the fact she was human and incapable of giving him hatchlings to further the future of his flight, he still named her. He did it out of love. Though, there was a part of him that wished she could produce him hatchlings. If she did, maybe she would not feel so jealous that Nameria was giving Neltharion children despite the fact that Calia and Neltharion, after many days of sex, could not even produce one child. A dragon and a human can breed with each other. It happened before. It happened between Calia and Neltharion, but only when Neltharion was Deathwing. Deathwing raped Calia and damaged her. So, Neltharion wondered still if the damage was the reason why they could not produce a child.
Alexstrasza thought it was because Neltharion was having sex with Calia in his dragon form. Though, Deathwing did it also in his dragon form as well. He raped her in his dragon form, and she became pregnant from it. It was not because of that. Neltharion knew it was because the rape took away Calia's ability to have a child. And he wanted so much to give her one, to make a child that would be born from their love, not be born from a hateful, hurtful, abominable act. And he realized that hurt Calia even more. Neltharion could have many children from Nameria, but not one from the person who mattered the most to him. And there the jealousy came.
Neltharion came to Nameria's cave in the Shoalzar Basin. There, she and Siderion had made their home along with now twelve hatchlings. The Black Aspect landed, the ground itself seemed to give and buckle under his colossal girth. He was at least 4 times both Nameria's and Siderion's size, and menacing to boot. The moment he landed, every creature fled at the sight of him. Neltharion lowered his head, silently cursing his massive body. There was no going back to that slender and smaller form he once held nearly 10 thousand years ago. He was so much larger than any dragon in existence, including the other Aspects. Even dragons would either tremble or shrink away from the enormous shadow he casted. It took a long while for Nameria to even stop trembling herself when ever he came calling. Even then, Neltharion could still sense a little bit of fear in her. He didn't mean to scare her. He didn't want to scare her. He never wanted to scare anyone, but his body's bulk proceeded his intentions.
She came outside, her body a bit stiff when his great shadow fell upon her. Neltharion lowered his head, his wings drooping, his shoulders slumped. Despite the mass, he looked rather pitiful. Nameria relaxed a bit when she saw him haunched over sadly. She took in a deep breath and then slowly moved closer to him. Her head nuzzled up against the rough scales of Neltharion's gigantic, muscular chest.
"I am ready, my lord," she whispered softly. Though, still Neltharion could see her wings tremble.
She came up just to the bend of his elbow and he looked like he could easily pick her up and devour her. Neltharion rose up off his haunches, coming to all fours. With his great paw, he slowly petted Nameria's neck, giving some comfort.
"How are the hatchlings?" he asked.
"Growing strong," she replied.
"Good."
Neltharion spread his hind legs a bit wider just as Nameria ducked under his chest, moving down his belly and then between them. She could already see the bulge building at his pubic foot. Neltharion could smell the sweet scent of her heat, her pheromones exciting him. But there was that regret again each time he could feel his instincts excite. His body suddenly shuttered when he felt something warm and wet tickle at the soft, sensitive scales that covered his cloacae. He raised his rear up, leaning down upon his forepaws as he felt Nameria's tongue lap between his legs. The scales slowly spread revealing his sheath's part. Slowly, his member slid out, the spiny barbs flexing with each thump of his heart beat. Right at the base of his great, blue-black cock were of course two circular, pulsating veiny mounds, which then were followed by the exposure of his anus. Those mounds, though Neltharion never told Calia what they were, they were in fact his testicles. Male dragons always kept their bits tucked nicely away, but when it was time to mate, their penis and testicles came out for all to see. They were not shaped like that of mammal testicles, nor did they mind the heat of the body. Neltharion's sperm required his heat to be active, unlike human sperm, which needed to be away from heat.
Neltharion shuddered again as Nameria's tongue circled his testicles, squeezing both as if to beg for them to give her the prize they held right now. She finally returned to the sharp tip of his prickly cock and opened her jaws to take him in. She serviced her lord as she was supposed to, as her instincts told her. Because the Black Dragons had a male Aspect, this was the female's way of showing her submissiveness to him, that she was nothing more than an object for him to mate with, to fill with his seed and make her swell with eggs. But he hated doing it this way. After being so submissive to Calia, letting her take control of sex as a means to show trust, letting her regulate how he felt pleasure, and of course servicing her when he was told to, Neltharion did not want to dominate anymore. He knew what he was like when he did, he could hurt even a dragon. He wanted to submit, but in this relationship, he could not. It was expected of him to be dominating to his broodmother. She was expected to pleasure him so that he would give her his seed. And so, she sucked at him, submitting to his bulbous cock.
Neltharion tried to fight the growing fire within his loins as his mate suckled him. She teased him with the tips of her fangs and the Great Black's tail flailed, slamming against a palm tree. He heard it crash upon the ground loudly. Neltharion bucked at her mouth, a load of his pre dripped down her throat. Nameria backed away, taking him out of her mouth. She gave a gentle lick to his cock hole, spooning out some of his pre with her tongue.
"You are so ready to take me, Lord Neltharion," she purred.
Neltharion's eyes closed tightly and his own heart fell when he heard her say that. His body wanted desperately to fuck this willing female as it has done months before.
"Make me heavy with eggs."
"I shall," he said to her statement. Again, it was expected.
Nameria repositioned herself and lifted her tail. Already, her vent was swollen, her clit sticking erect between the scales between her hind legs. Neltharion reared back and braced himself against the ledge of Nameria's cave, his cock now pointing directly at her opening. He took in a deep breath and began to push his length deep into her wet pit. Foot by foot, he slid in and Nameria hissed in pleasure with each passing. She let loose a yelp, gripping the ground with her claws.
"Yes, my lord!"
Neltharion finally settled and his shaft spines latched upon the soft inner walls of his mate. He began his thrusts, slowly at first, but Nameria growled for him to speed up his movements. She wanted him to cum and cum hard into her. She bucked right against the base of his cock, sliding his length in and out of her. Neltharion felt his shaft become inflamed from her violent thrusts and he sped up his movements. He had to remind himself, this was not like mating with Calia. With Calia, it was all about the pleasure, and savoring it. Slow, steady, making it last, reaching heights that he could never imagine he could reach because of the longing, the yearning, the wanting, and the withholding.
He barred his fangs, his face turning more and more feral with each movement of Nameria's hips. Neltharion leaned down and gripped her body, digging his claws deep into her flesh as he bucked at her more violently. His talons pieced her scales and blood leaked out. But this was only apart of mating for dragons, especially black dragons. Females were normally scared here and there from the rougher, dominating males. He curled and latched his teeth upon her supple neck, holding her tightly as he continued to thrust into her. Then, he let go and let loose a bellow of dominance and his climax rushed up to choke him. The Black Aspect dove deep into his mate and his cock sprayed its seed deep into her. Nameria let loose her own bellow as she felt her belly began to swell with each lob of his hot, sticky cum.
Neltharion was far from done. He bucked again and four more times, he came, filling every bit of her womb with his seed. And he remained latched to her, his spines digging deep inside of her, keeping every drop of his seed in her. He could smell her scent changing as his sperm fertilized her eggs. Then, he laid to his side, keeping Nameria up against his belly. He continued to thrust gently inside of her and the female hissed and moaned again. Her claws came down to her swollen belly, her tail curling at the base of his.
"They will be strong, my lord," she said.
Neltharion leaned down and a tongue licked at Nameria's neck. She leaned her head against his long, shaggy beard, enjoying his prickly tongue grazing against her scales. It was only instinct that was making him do this, nothing more. Neltharion felt the wet tears drip down from his eyes. Already, he started to cry. He would not sob, he would not let her hear him weep after their mating. He never did. Neltharion licked around where he pierced her scales with his claws, lapping up the blood around her neck.
"I am sorry I hurt you..." he said in a whisper.
"It was pleasure," she said. "So much pleasure. Just as I love to feel your cock pierce me, I love to feel your talons pierce me too."
Neltharion shut his green eyes again, trying to fight back a sob.
Calia would never want me to scratch her. I would never do such a thing to her. I am always so gentle with her. I touch her with the pads of my paws, I just tickle her with the tips of my talons. And I love tasting her. Her skin, her breasts, her lips, and her sex. So sweat, so warm, so inviting. Just to hold her afterwards. But here, why am I such an animal here? Oh, Cali, I know your hurting again. I know why too. It just has to be done. Then, I'm yours, forever yours.
As he began to think of Calia, the spines on his cock relaxed. He was ready to pull out of Nameria. Neltharion did so very slowly, very gently so not to rip her. As soon as he was completely out, the Earth-Warder leaned back upon the cliff. His wings were limp, but his cock was far from it. Glistening slick with her fluids and the glowing orange remains of his cum, it stuck out, still hard, still wanting more. To completely sate him, Neltharion needed other females to mate with. But Nameria knew instinctually want to do. She leaned down to his cock and once more, wrapped her jaws around it. She would suck and swallow every last gallon of his sperm until he was stated. She enjoyed it, loved to swallow his seed. It was protein, after all, it would fill her, feed her, feed her swelling eggs as well. There was something magical about an Aspect's seed, that females could be ready to lay only a few days after fertilization. Of course, it would be a few more months before she is ready to mate with him again. Neltharion would stay with Nameria until she laid her eggs, as the protective alpha male would to make sure his eggs were undamaged.
And he stayed there, day in and day out, watching his mate swell more and more until her eggs were ready to be laid. Neltharion had not said much to her, only keeping a silent vigil upon her. Mostly, his mind was still on Calia. When the sun slowly rose on the fourth day, setting fire to the basin, Neltharion could smell that it was time for Nameria to lay her eggs. He had a way of making her feel comfortable during her laying, something he did with Sintharia and with other consorts while they laid their eggs. Neltharion watched as Nameria lifted her tail up to him and his pink, pointed tongue came out to slide into her vent. Neltharion licked inside of her, helping her to relax her muscles. The moment he could feel the rough, spiky surface of the first egg to come, he backed off. The Great Black's cock emerged and he slid right up into her anus. He thrusted slightly, pleasuring her, relaxing her. Nameria pushed and Neltharion could feel the egg roll down against his cock. Her clear fluids spilled out upon the green grass as the egg plopped down upon the soft mound of dirt she prepared. The Aspect bucked his cock again, arching his back, keeping his mate's anus firmly plugged up. He hissed in pleasure while he felt another egg slowly roll down against his cock, landing softly right beside the first. Nameria moaned as she felt her mate thrust into her. Though deep inside, he was still weeping, despite a satisfying, dominating smile upon his lips. The final egg rolled down and Nameria pushed it out. The contraction itself was enough to make Neltharion spill himself into her intestines and he roared out his climax. Orange cum splashed upon the eggs, mixing with the fluids that spilled out from Nameria's quivering vent. She felt herself reaching a climax of her own from Neltharion's cock plugged into her sphincter. After he pulled himself out, Nameria was once more sucking upon his penis, drinking his seed, savoring the nourishment it provided her after clutching. She continued to feed upon his cock until he was finally dry and at last satisfied.
Nameria cradled her eggs deep into her cave and then bid her Aspect a farewell bow of her head.
"Thank you, again, my lord," she said.
"My...pleasure..." said Neltharion.
"I know you don't want to mate with me. Not really. You want to mate with your human."
"I...it...it's different with Calia. Her kind is different. Different rules. It's hard for her to see me fly off to mate with another female, even if she knows it's what I have to do." Neltharion turned away. "I just don't want to hurt her."
"You feel like you do when you come here?" Nameria asked.
"Yes. I feel like I'm cheating on her, even if she knows and told me she is alright with it."
"Humans are strange, my lord."
"No," said Neltharion. "They just have different ways than ours. There must be a compromise. Something to make her not hurt so much when I come here. Though I feel if I tell her that I won't mate with you anymore, she'll become even more upset."
"You would lie to her like that?"
"No, just tell her that to see what she says," said Neltharion. He swayed back and forth, wagging his head. "To make her realize I do care that she feels jealous of you...and me. She can't give me hatchlings. And right now, it seems she can't give me a half-breed. Calia feels inadequate. I don't want her to be that way." He lifted a claw up, curling it close to his heart. "She matters to me. I want her to be happy."
"Mate with her, Lord Neltharion," said Nameria, grinning, touching one of the eggs. "It will make her happy."
Neltharion chuckled and shook his head: "Not everything can be solved with sex. I'll go home and buy a box of chocolates. Something...anything."
"Perhaps she should come here when you mate with me," said Nameria. "Then afterwards, you mate with her, she won't feel as left out."
"Oh, that may be a bad idea," said Neltharion. "Human females are jealous creatures. She would want to break both our legs and wings if I do that."
"I don't know what else to say," said Nameria. "At least talk to her when you get home. Try and make her feel special. You make me feel special, even if you cry afterwards."
"You know I cry?" Neltharion asked.
"I can smell the tears," she said. "You cry because of Calia. Because you're mating with me and not her."
"I cry because you are bearing my children and not her as well," said Neltharion. "I have such strong children with you, but nothing from her. And I want to have a child with her." He took in a deep breath. "I did have sex with her before I came here. At least. I gave her the best dinner I could afford with what little I have now. I washed her clothes, I swept the house, I lit candles. I tried to make everything romantic for her. Of course, she knew where I was getting at. And we did it, and she was angry the entire time. She almost broke me in half. She was the dominating, ravaging, savage one that night. And I think I cried afterwards then too but I didn't want to let her see my tears. Because it just felt so hateful, but I felt I deserved it." He lifted his head. "I am going to go back to her and try to make it right."
With that, he gave her a parting nuzzle and flew off.
As Neltharion liked not to frighten the locals of Theramore, he appeared at the gates in his more human-sized dragon form. The silvery glint of the moons turned the white stone of Theramore frosty blue. The guards let him in, knowing who he was, but still they kept their watchful eye on him. Deep down, to them, Neltharion was still Deathwing. The Black Aspect could sense their suspicion and his head lowered in dismay. Slowly padding lightly down the cobble stone streets of Theramore Isle, he finally came to the white stone longhouse by the beach that he called home. There, Neltharion unlocked the wide door, wide enough to allow himself to ease in without breaking the frame, and slowly saunter in. The house was dark, but he could smell the scent of his wife in bed. She was asleep. The Great Black sighed and decided to lay softly down next to the couch in the living room floor. The last thing he wanted to do was to disturb his wife's rest. Neltharion sighed and rose up to hop onto the couch. The couch itself was quilted and like most of the furniture in the longhouse, built to compensate for his great bulk, something that he even cared while in his smaller form. The bed was absolutely enormous, the couch was as wide as a regular king-size bed fit for a human, and three times as long as well, each room's door frame was wide so that he could pass through with little incident.
Neltharion rumbled as he curled up on the couch, letting his tail drape over the arm. He grabbed the afghan from the back and pulled it over his body and fluffed the throw pillow. Laying his horned head down, he started to close his eyes. He heard the sound of a click and a door opening. Neltharion lifted his head up and saw the soft glow of the incandescent light from the bathroom turn on. He heard the sounds of retching and moaning, and then spitting. Rolling off the couch, Neltharion softly made his way to the bathroom. He found his wife Calia, pulling her golden, light brown hair with a hand. She leaned over the toilet only to let go of everything inside of her. Neltharion moved himself to the door and watched with worry as his wife vomited whatever she ate the night before. Calia spat and the leaned back, still holding onto the bowl. With droopy eyes, she turned to Neltharion and hacked, letting go of her hair.
"You're home?" she asked.
Neltharion shook his head and leaned to the floor: "Honey, what's wrong?"
"I've been having a stomach flu for the last couple of days," she replied. "Maybe it's the turkey and peanut butter I've been eating."
"Turkey and peanut butter?" Neltharion asked, confused. He had never heard a human eating a combination like that.
Calia fell back against the tub and leaned against it, splaying her legs on the tiled floor.
"How is she?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"She...Nameria..."
"She's fine," said Neltharion. "New eggs now."
"Okay. Good."
Neltharion watched as his wife stared at the ceiling, her mouth gaping open. She tapped a nail on the floor. He rose up and moved closer to her, only to be halted by her hand.
"Don't, don't come any closer," she said. "Don't..."
"Do you need me to get the nausea pills?" he asked.
Calia shook her head, staring at her toes.
"I think I just got sick because I'm sick of you running off to fuck some other woman..."
"If you don't want me to..."
"Stop," she said. "Don't, don't say that you want stop going over there...just because...I said that. I know I can't give you children."
"Maybe it just takes some time," said Neltharion. "Or we could do that elevating...thing to make sure it all goes in."
"Nel, you can't pull out until your damned spines relax," said Calia. "It all stays in there no matter what."
"Honey..."
"You know, Nel," she began. "Maybe it's because...maybe I don't want to be pregnant. Maybe it's because only you want the child and I don't. So, I feel inadequate because you have some biological clock that states every time you need to have sex, it means a kid has to pop out afterwards. And I can't give you what you want." Calia swallowed. "Why can't it just be we have sex and that's it?"
"Love isn't always about sex..."
"I know it isn't," said Calia. "You show me how much you love me in other ways. You are always there fore me. Protective of me, but at the same time, you let go when need be. We are partners in this. Every decision made, we make together. But this. This decision you want me to make and maybe I can't." She closed her eyes, and a tear dropped to her cheek. "So, you go off to fuck another woman who can, who wants that thing you want, but I don't want..."
"It isn't because what I want, it's because it has to be..." said Neltharion. "You said you understood that. You said you knew I need to rebuild my flight..."
She raised a hand to her face and let loose a moan, grimacing as more tears flowed.
"Calia," said Neltharion. "I won't see her anymore. I won't do..."
"Stop it," said Calia. "I know I can't be selfish that I can't have you entirely. But I wish I would. I wish I could have you completely, as you have me completely. I would never go find myself another man, regardless if you knew or not, just because he was the only one to provide me with a child. And even then, I wish I could, I wish I could, have you know about it, fuck another man just for the reason because he can make me pregnant where you can't...and you try to say you'll be alright with it." She bit her lip. "Because I'm not!"
"Calia," began Neltharion. "My species is dying..." He locked his green eyes on hers. "Yours is not. It's not a sense of I want to, it's because I have to. I have to. I don't want to. I don't want to come home and see you hurt because I mate with Nameria. If it was just simple to find another male that would take over...I'd let him do it. There isn't any! And I won't let Siderion mate with his damned sister! Not like what Nefarian and Onyxia did. I won't allow it." Though, Neltharion paused in his thought. He had to admit that his mating with Nameria was also considered incestual as well, despite his own qualms about his children Nefarian and Onyxia mating with each other to continue the line of the Black Dragonflight. She and her brother were his great-grandchildren. However, the fruit had fallen far beyond the tree after three generations passed. Neltharion shook his head on it though, at least he was not fucking his daughter. "There's only four black dragons left, three of them male, one female. And the third male isn't even sexually mature yet and he's my latest son! That's a bad ratio. The females are supposed to outnumber the males, not the other way around." He lowered his head in defeat. "If you want me to leave, I will..."
"Stop it! Don't put this back on me. Don't make me feel guilty..."
"Calia..."
She slowly got to her feet: "I think it's done."
Neltharion moved out of the way as Calia walked out of the bathroom. She went to the bedroom, shoulders heavy and collapsed upon the bed. She looked like a little sliver in the see of satin and felt. Neltharion leaned against the door face, watching her.
"Come to bed," said Calia. She rolled over to let him lay down beside her. He slid into bed beside her, his greater weight causing her to roll towards him. Neltharion extended a wing and fold it over her body. He pressed his snout against her forehead, his hot breath warming her. Calia shifted and turned, her back facing his great chest. The Dragon Aspect leaned over and pulled the huge covers over both of them and snuggled up to his wife, letting loose a deep purr.
"I love you, Cali," he said.
"I know you do," said Calia. Her eyes became downcast and she turned towards him. She ran her hands through his silky beard. Neltharion raised a claw and brushed his talons through her hair. He stared longingly into her eyes and began to trace the lines of her face. Neltharion moved closer and pressed his lips against hers and Calia let him. She just wanted him to look at her the way he was doing so now, his eyes only seeing her. She leaned into his lips, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I love you, Nel," she said as she leaned away from him. "I just don't want to share you. It doesn't feel right to me that I have to share you with someone else."
"She doesn't hold my heart," said Neltharion. "You do."
He laid her head against his neck and she buried her head in his beard.
"I want you for myself," she said. "You're my husband."
"I know..."
"I'm your wife..."
"You are."
"It isn't fair..."
"No, it isn't," said Neltharion. "It isn't." He wrapped his forelegs around her. "But at least know that you have control in this relationship."
"No, I don't," she said.
"Now you do," he said. "I am here now. Control me."
"You're not in heat," she said.
He was satisfied, at least biologically. His hormones were no longer raging, he had no urges to mate for now. If he kissed her, it was to show he loved her, not because he needed to ram his cock into her. His needs were met, but he could sense that her needs were not. Though, strangely, she smelled different to him. He could not quite identify what it was. He just knew it was there. She smelled more salty than she was sweet, as if she was sweating more. The salty sweet scent had been altered. The fact she was eating odd foods, she was sick earlier. Neltharion turned to the soft glow of the clock, it was six in the morning. The sun will rise in 15 minutes, at least according to the dwarven almanac. Already, he could see the blue glow brighten the dark sky a little more through the window.
Neltharion leaned her down upon her back and kissed her again. He lowered and kissed her neck. His claws came up under her top and felt around her large breasts. He lifted the shirt up and pressed his lips softly against her left breast, the scales tickling the soft skin. He could feel her tense up as his scales grazed across her skin. She let loose a long moan and Neltharion knew she needed this. Calia needed him. She pushed down her pajama pants and slid off her panties.
"I am here now," said Neltharion as he kissed her other breast. "And it should not be about biology, I want to make love to you." Then, he kissed her belly, moving down. "Because I love you and you need it."
"I need it," Calia said. "I want my husband to stay my husband."
Neltharion rumbled and laid his head down upon her lap. He could feel her heart hurting because she had to share him, because he was not solely hers. He leaned down and spread her legs open. Even more so now, he could tell she smelled different. He wanted to taste her, to see if she really was...different. Neltharion's spongy, prickly tongue came out and the tip fed its way into her vulva, the top grazing against her clitoris. Calia moaned, her hand patting his snout horn. He thrusted his tongue in and out, wiggling around the moist lips, feeling her juices run. She bucked at his snout. Neltharion placed his lips upon her mound and sucked gingerly around it, causing her toes to curl.
"Neltharion..." she whispered.
Neltharion hummed as he lapped at her, keeping her legs spread as he dove his tongue in and out. She truly tasted different. Neltharion rose up and then kissed her naval. He raised his haunches up and slid a claw down between his legs, inserting two talons into his cloacae. Calia looked between his legs and smiled. He almost looked like a woman, fingering herself in front of her lover. Neltharion moaned as he thrusted his talons inside himself, wiggling and pulling, trying to harden his cock. It was more difficult to arouse a dragon when he was not in heat, but he could feel the electricity flowing through him from the act itself. And he moaned louder. Calia leaned up to kiss under his neck and then slid between his legs. She fed her tongue into his vent much like how he did her. Neltharion removed his claws. They were sticky and covered in fluid from his own sheath. Calia licked around his slit and he shuddered. His tail swayed. She always knew just how to excite him, even when he was not in heat. His slit began to swell, scales parted. Calia felt her tongue being forced out by the tip of his huge penis. She fastened her mouth around his cock as it came out and sucked it. Neltharion forced his cock a little deeper into her mouth, thrusting upon her tongue. His claws gripped the sheets. The head swelling out a bit more. Calia backed off just as she felt a lob of pre drip down her throat. The one thing she could never do, swallow when he came. She felt the head of the cock, her thumb circling the hole just as more fiery orange, glowing pre dribbled out. To a normal person, the amount he produced would be mistaken for his climax. She stuck her tongue into the hole and spooned out his cum.
"Calia, you...don't have to keep doing that," said Neltharion, turning back to her. "I want to pleasure you too..."
"This is pleasuring me," she said, backing off to just run her hand up and down his shaft. "I want this to belong to me." She duck her hand down past his swollen testicles and right to his sphincter. She traced her hands around the wrinkly skin and it quivered. Neltharion rumbled and shifted, allowing himself to lay upon his side. He moaned as he softly thrusted his tip into her mouth, feeling her gather the skin of his cock with her tongue. She controlled the intensity of pleasure. Neltharion leaned his head down, resting it upon the pillow and lifted his leg up to allow her further access to his genitals. Calia felt around his round testicles, squeezing them. He shuddered from her touch.
"Feels so good..." he said. "Yes, that's it, that's it." Neltharion shifted his hips. "Play with me."
She curled her tongue as a thick, sticky lob dripped down from the pointed tip. Neltharion rumbled, feeling her tongue lick up the shaft to drink up the lob.
"You...never stayed down there that long," he said.
Calia only smiled, her cheeks now filled with his pre. She crawled away, leaving his throbbing cock. Then, she came back to his head and touched his cheeks, brushing along his beard. Neltharion touched her face just as she pressed her lips against his. Her mouth opened and her tongue rolled out, his mouth opening to invite it in. Though, what came with her tongue was something warm, sulfuric in taste, and sticky as well. Neltharion's eyes lit up in realization to what she was doing. She was forcing him to drink his own semen that she had held in her cheeks. And he swallowed in obedience, gulping down every last drop as he rolled his tongue around hers. Calia leaned away, a line of glowing fiery orange connected her bottom lip to his. Neltharion leaned in and kissed her lips again.
"Cali..." he said.
"Here I thought you want to be control," she said.
"No," he said. "Not with you. I'm your toy. You tell me what I should do."
Neltharion leaned back again and felt his cock, touching every inch of it. His pre splashed upon a thick, black thigh, turning it fiery orange. Calia climbed upon his chest and then turned her ass to his face. The Black Dragon knew what she wanted and widened his legs as he got a good position behind her. His tongue dipped down into her labia, spreading her lips wide and feeding their way into her nethers. Calia then returned to sucking his fat cock. His paws came up to her hips and petted and squeezed them with their pads. His scales were always so soft there. Her back arched and her hips turned, thrusting against his tongue as he lapped away. Neltharion's eyes became half-lidded as he felt Calia sucked away down the side of his shaft. She came to a bulging vein right at the base of his cock where it emerged from his vent and wrapped her lips around it, slashing at it with her tongue. And Neltharion growled at the prickly fire that ignited in him as she did that. His tongue dove even deeper to discover a spongy surface against the back of her vaginal walls. The tip rolled around the surface and Calia let loose a yelp, backing off his cock. Something sprayed upon his tongue and he drank it with glee. She continued to thrust into his mouth, her walls quivering around his tongue as she reached her orgasm. Calia curled around his cock and sucked upon a testicle, pulling the swollen skin into her mouth and grazed it with her lower incisors. Neltharion roared out as he felt his wife chew upon it, his hips bucking in excitement. His cock felt like it was about to burst, but Calia's tentative fingers seemed to only bring him close to the climax, but never beyond.
"Calia, I need..." he began, panting. "I want to be inside of you..."
"You're aching, aren't you?" Calia asked with a grin.
"Aching isn't the word, I'm on fire!"
"You usually don't get this way unless you're in heat, Nel," she said. She backed away, but traced a nail around the base of his cock. She watched it pulse as if it was begging to be released. "Didn't Nameria satisfy you?"
"She...can't satisfy me the way you do," he said.
She looked out to the window, noticing now the sun beginning to rise. She rolled off of him. As she got off, she walked her fingers up the back of his cock. Neltharion growled again and Calia could only laugh.
"I think you had enough," she said.
"No!" Neltharion said. "Don't stop! It'll just hurt more if you stop."
Calia rose up to his head again and pressed her lips against his. Neltharion gripped his cock again, jerking at it, but even his attempt to relieve himself was not enough. He shut his eyes and tears splashed upon his cheeks.
Then, Calia straddled his waist, finally giving in. She grabbed his cock and slowly eased it into her. Though, unlike the first time, she could now easily take him with little problems. Calia let loose a gasp just as she felt the barbs around Neltharion's blue-black cock dig their way into the soft, wet walls of her vagina. Though, as his cock sprayed the liquid which was supposed to dilate her cervix so that she could take in all of his length, that part of her would not open up. She paused and grunted slightly as she felt his cock bump against her cervix, but could not go any further.
"I can't take you all the way in," she said.
Neltharion repositioned himself and pushed up against her and Calia yelped more in pain than in pleasure.
"No, stop!" she said. "Don't force it!"
"It's alright, I won't go any further," he said.
"I don't understand why I can't take you in," she said.
"Maybe it's the same reason why you are eating turkey and peanut butter together and having vomiting spells afterwards," he said. "You smell different, Calia. You smell...like you are about to clutch..."
"Clutch?"
"Pregnant," he said as he began to thrust deep into her despite the barrier. "With child." Neltharion began to pant as he thrusted into her. The thought of his wife pregnant with his child aroused him greatly. "I've never smelled something so...sweet from you before. Oh, Cali..." He flipped her to her back, bearing his weight down upon her. He heard her moan loudly with each thrust, the spines gripping tightly, catching her. A barb latched upon that spongy spot at the back of her walls and Calia called out again. And Neltharion growled in his own lust as he felt her grip his cock even tighter. You're pregnant and I have made you so!
"Neltharion," she said, breathless as he leaned down to suckle at one of her breasts. He tickled and rubbed the nipple of the other. Something about him was different the moment he realized what had happened. Now, he was dominating her, though not as violently as he did Nameria. But he wanted to fuck her deeply. It was as if the scent of her being pregnant had thrown him back into heat. And Calia was letting him dominate her. She moaned as he licked at her tit, thrusting harder and harder into her, his cock swelling and throbbing inside of her. This moment of roll reversal was exciting her even more.
Neltharion moved his back, arching it and relaxing it, the elementium plates attached to his back clanked with each thrust of his hips. He jostled the bed as he moved, it squeaking each time he rammed it home. He could feel her quivering walls heat up with the friction of his cock. He felt all feeling drain from his body, swallowing up to one constricting point in his loins. He arched his black and lurched forth, bellowing out a great howl as his cock exploded forth volumes of his seed deep into his wife. The room quaked with his reaching ecstasy and then trembled in his agonizing climax. Not even Nameria could make Neltharion's own powers over the earth cry out in orgasmic pleasure. The first time Neltharion and Calia did it, the one decided to call the first time, it was awkward, both did not know what to do with each other. It was still pleasurable, but even then, it could not satisfy him completely, nor did it satisfy her. They were like two virgins trying to figure out which hole to stick it in. But as they practiced, he knew how to excite her, and she knew how to excite him. And she excited him immensely to where the planet itself quaked in orgasm.
"Maybe you are still in heat," said Calia, gasping from the violent rush he gave her.
"Only for you, my Black Queen," Neltharion said, growling as he took her again for another ride.
Perhaps in truth, the Earth-Warder was not satisfied. Biologically, he was, he clutched Nameria, and then fucked her while she laid her eggs to exert his dominance. But he was not emotionally satisfied. But here he was. Even more important, he was satisfying Calia, he was pleasuring her. She dug her nails into his hard scales, barely making a mark in them. However, Neltharion could feel them on him. Despite the toughness of his scales, he was as sensitive as human skin during sex. But he was careful not to dig his claws into her or even bite her as he bit Nameria. He kissed her though, leaning down and kissed the side of her neck, holding his lips there as he thrusted again deep into her. His tongue lashed out upon her skin and Calia moaned in delight. She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing his waist with her thighs. Neltharion pulled away from her neck and pressed his snout against her nose. His hot breath blew away her brown locks and he continued to thrust even harder into her. His hips were violently spasming, the bed vibrating with fever. And she could take him when he was like this, she could take him. Outside, a thunderclap sounded as the cobble stone street split before their house and Neltharion roared again, another explosion erupting from his inflamed cock. Calia gripped him harder with her nails as he spilled into her, bathing her walls with his seed. The last jet of his cum and Neltharion stopped, though his cock was still swollen, still deep inside of her. He panted and leaned over her. Calia petted his neck as she felt him shudder.
"It's alright," she said. "You...needed it."
He began to sob, his snout buried into her hair. As his climax subsided for a moment, his mind went back to what she said earlier. The child he now knew she was carrying, she did not even want.
"You don't even want it..." he said.
"Shhh..." said Calia as she ran her fingers down his neck.
"I finally was able to give you a child--born from our love and you don't even want it..."
"I...I don't know what I want," she said. "I want my husband. I want him for myself. You belong to me! Not to her. Me. Mine. No one else's. And I would have wanted a child under those pretenses because you would be mine and the child be ours." Calia looked away. "I don't know what sort of child would be born from us. Would it be right? A half breed like that?"
"There have been half breeds," said Neltharion. "Half elves...half orcs..."
"But a half dragon," said Calia. "The last one that...came from us was monstrous."
"A monster born from Deathwing's corruption and rape of you," said Neltharion. "This child will know our love." He sighed and shifted, a moan escaping as he moved his cock around inside of her. "But in truth, I want it to look like you, have all your features...look human and not dragon. I don't want it to have horns or a tail, or scales, or fangs and claws, just look human."
"Why would you want that?"
"Because I know this world," he said. "I know what people will say if they saw a human with horns, or perhaps a creature that looked more dragon than human. They would call it a freak. They would curse us. As if my reputation isn't already tarnished, add a demonic dragon-human hybrid baby to the mix..." He gathered her up and held her close. "But I know it wouldn't be evil. I know it wouldn't. Because I'm not evil and you're not evil."
"Maybe that's why at times I feel that I don't want a child," she said. "Because I feel the same way. But also because I know I have to share my husband." Calia sighed. "I can't stop you from mating with Nameria or any other black dragon you meet to further your flight. It's not right for me to. It isn't. But it hurts all the same."
"I don't want to hurt you," said Neltharion. "Ever."
Calia brushed her fingers through his beard. She could feel it now wet with her sweat.
"I know you don't. I know you don't. And I know you don't mean to hurt me."
"I don't," he said.
"Who said this marriage was going to be easy?" Calia asked.
Neltharion lifted her up as he leaned onto his haunches. Carefully, he laid himself upon his back and then locked his forepaws above his head as if to pretend they were bound.
"I want our child," he said. "I want to keep it."
Calia leaned down upon him and kissed him. She took hold of his forelegs and pulled them down over her shoulders. She started her own thrusts upon his still swollen cock and he rocked her again.
"Let us keep it," he begged. "Please, Cali."
It was her decision. He made sure it was so. Despite the fact that a few minutes ago, he dominated her in a ravage of insane sexual desires, she was still the true controlling party in this relationship. She was his Prime, his queen. The Aspect was begging her to give birth to their child. He did not demand as he would normally with the females as is his right as the flight's progenitor, leader, and alpha male. No, he asked her. But he thrusted into her, calling forth that fire again that he had before, his body once more begging for another release. Calia gripped him and moaned in harmony with his own moans.
"Alright, we can keep it," she said between her passionate moaning.
Neltharion unlocked his claws and held her close, diving into her depths one more time. He felt the fires lurch again and he quivered and shuddered. He barred his fangs at his wife, his nostrils quivering, snorting. He took her one more time, slamming into her and the violent eruption claimed him. The longhouse shivered with the quake as the Earth-Warder roared out, filling his wife one last time. He was satisfied again, but still buried deep inside of her, his barbs refusing to let go. Just like before, it took hours for his cock to relax enough to withdraw. Calia settled down upon his great chest, hearing his heart thump after their fierce lovemaking.
"I'm hungry for some turkey and peanut butter," she said.
"I--can't move," said Neltharion. He wiggled around inside of her and Calia moaned from the feeling. "I'm sorry. I can't...pull out."
"And I think I feel a little sick again," she said.
"Shit..." he groaned. "You want to vomit and eat that stuff?"
"I don't know."
"Just...hold on a little longer. Is this normal for a pregnant human?"
Calia sighed: "Yes. Vomiting and eating. And horny too."
"Pregnancy makes you...horny?"
"Hormones," she said. "Raging hormones. One day I probably wouldn't even want to look at you. The next, bite your head off, the next, leaping over the dinner table, grabbing you and just start grinding. At least that's what happened to my mother. But, after I have the kid, for a month, no sex. After pushing a melon through a hole the size of a golf ball, no sex. I wouldn't feel like it. I don't care if you go into heat that day, no sex."
"Alright," said Neltharion. "No sex. You know I won't have sex with you unless you want it."
"I know," said Calia.
"You're my wife, I am your husband," he said. Neltharion thrusted his cock in her again and delighted when she giggled from the feeling. "I would never take you against your will. Besides, it feels so much better when we work together."
Calia laughed: "You are such a sap!"
He leaned down and they kissed again, their tongues coming entwined. He loved kissing her, he love pleasuring her. Then, he thought of her sucking off his cock. Apparently, she loved pleasuring him too.
"Even if we won't have sex after I have the kid," she said. "It doesn't mean I won't give you what you need. I know how painful it is for you when your hormones start to rage. I suppose that's what Nameria would be for too."
"I don't want to think of her as an object either," said Neltharion. "It isn't right either."
Then, he wrapped her up in his wings and laid his head back. Calia closed her eyes and they both drifted off to sleep.
A few months passed and Neltharion once more returned to mate with Nameria. However, he felt a bit better about it and Nameria knew those reasons why.
He approached the cave where Nameria was, seeing many of his whelplings growing strong. They flapped around playfully, chasing each other in games. Siderion was there to keep an eye on them as Neltharion took Nameria off to some place private where they could mate. Though, this time, he wanted it to be the last time they mated for a while, since she had enough whelps to care for. Nameria of course agreed, but enjoyed every bit of their union while it lasted. Neltharion took her, pumping the last of his seed into her as she called out in ecstasy. Once more, a few days later, when she was about to lay her eggs, Neltharion slid his cock into her sphincter, delighting to feel the passing of each shell against it as Nameria pushed them out. He rammed home into her tight anus, filling her up again. She sucked him afterwards as she would and he filled her belly.
"They will grow strong, my lord," she said, licking her lips free of his seed.
"I hope so," said Neltharion.
"Calia's child will grow strong as well," said Nameria.
"I hope so," said Neltharion, chuckling deeply. "But raising a human child is much different than raising whelps."