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"You could have stopped her!" she shouted, wind rushing in a blast of air around

her as her bound wind spirit echoed her furious sentiment.

Varcifon for his part was keeping his head down and his wings pulled in close

against the small tempest. He hissed out and shook his head, "No, because she would have

fought me and I would have had to injure her, the one thing you said NOT to do." He stares at

the distraught Shamaness and nodded, "am I wrong?"

Rivadh sighed and slumped, "No... you're right... I'm sorry..." she sat on the rock

behind her and sighed, "I... I just can't believe she's really gone."

The large netherdrake stepped over and lightly rested his chin on her lap, "For all

we know she may not be... you managed to subdue her demon before... You can do it again

when we find her."

"You mean IF we find her," she corrected dryly.

He nosed her tummy and glared, "I mean WHEN. Because we WILL find her."

She smiled a little and nodded, petting his nose and sighing, "I just... remember

the fight we had when I told her what we did."

He huffed, "And you explained that it was an accident?"

Rivadh laughed dryly and looked off, "Was it?" she sighed and blushed a bit, "was

it really an accident?"

The dragon blinked and lifted his head, "of course! You know I would never do

something like that to you on purpose!"

She shot him an angry look and huffed, "Well then at least you won't have to

worry about it happening again!" she stalked off through the forest of Ashenvale, making sure

to pick a copse of trees that were tightly packed so he couldn't fit to follow her. The angry

Shamaness paced among the trees, seething... but why was she seething? She blinked and

slowed to a stop. He insisted it was an accident; that he didn't mean to do such a thing to

her. But why was she so angry about him admitting what made sense? After all, he was a

dragon, and she most certainly was not. How could he possibly have any sort of desire for

her Like Mallarie had?

"I'm such an idiot..." she slumped down and curled up on the forest floor, hiding

from her own self-loathing...

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The feel of hot breath against her ear and neck woke her with a start, and she sat

up, only to find herself facing one of the massive Riding Worgs of the Orcs, and indeed there

was an orcish raider of some sort perched atop it!

"Thrum zaga kek!" the orc commanded, "Kek a zug!" He growled and lifted a

crossbow, at this range; he'd kill her with the shot. "Gor ZOG!" he roared and the bolt flew,

but it hit a wide swath of snarling purple and blue and the Netherdrake roared in challenge

making the Worg yelp and the orc was thrown from his mount getting knocked out against

the tree behind him. Rivadh looked up at the vicious netherdrake and blinked in astonishment

as Varcifon turned to look at her and snorted.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, the fury in his tone ebbing, replaced by worry.

She stared, stunned.

"Rivadh," he insisted, turning to look at her, "Are you injured?" he nudged her with

a forepaw and she gasped.

"Eh?! What? Oh... n-no... I'm fine... you... he shot you..."

Varcifon turned his head to see the crossbow bolt sticking from his shoulder,

bright violet blood seeping out around it, "a scratch. It barely hurts."

"Stop being brave for me," she pushed on his arm a bit and he moved,

blinking. "Here... this might hurt." She bit her lip and gripped the bolt.

"Wait what are you- OWW!" the dragon roared in pain as she yanked the sharp,

wide-headed arrow out. She pressed a healing spell into the torn flesh and he calmed glaring

at her, "That was uncalled for."

She stared the much larger dragon down, "So was what you said to me before."

Varcifon stopped and sighed, "You're right. I was thoughtless." He hung his head

and rumbled in shame, "It was an accident. That much is true. But such a thing... should

have been with your permission..." he looked away, his underside shifting to that vibrant teal

when he blushed.

Rivadh for her part blushed as well. She had expected him to say something else

entirely, but a warm sensation rushed over her as she heard the dragon admit he should have

asked. "I... uh... It... It's okay..." she swallowed and stood, reaching out and placing her

hand on the top of his head, "Thank you... for being so considerate."

He looked up at her wording and blinked, but all he got was a swift kiss on the

nose tip, making him wrinkle his nose in surprise and confusion.

The orc growled in pain and rolled over grumbling, "Zog... gur reka magas..."

Varcifon looked to Rivadh, who shrugged, "He's lost his wolf, let's let him be."

The dragon agreed and just swung his tail, slamming the orc against the tree

again, knocking him back out. "Oops."

Rivadh laughed a bit and shook her head, "come on... There's a good place to

camp not far from here." She nodded and led the dragon through the woods...

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It was well into the Deep of night when Rivadh woke from her sleep, feeling a

breeze against her skin, and thinking her bound wind spirit had blown her bedroll open again.

She was wrong. With a blink and a gasp she found herself almost five yards from her bedroll,

curled up against her dragon companion in the dark of the hidden thicket they'd made a

camp of. He rumbled and blinked a glowing eye at her, "Can you not sleep?"

She blushed and reached to pull a sheet over herself, but found on not in

reach, "Ah... I... I'm sorry."

He chuckled and shook his head slightly, "No, I do very much enjoy your

company."

She blushed and kept herself covered with her arms and tail, blushing, "B-but...

my clothes."

"Oh? What about the bath?" he nudged her with a forepaw, "I believe you said that

if you were a dragon you would not have clothing to wear, yes?"

She blushed more and hid against his side, "but... I'm not a dragon."

Varcifon rumbled his mirth and blinked one eye, "Strange... because..." he leaned

in close and drew a heavy sniff of her, her hair pulling at him ass he inhaled, "You smell like

a dragon."

"I've been lying against you for Light knows how long!" she protested, blushing.

He shrugged slightly, "you have a tail like a dragon."

She gave a gasp and squirmed, as hiding her tail would expose other parts of her.

"and most of all..." he purred, like some kind of giant housecat, his chest gave a

throaty rumble as he nosed her shoulder and his warm, silken soft, wet tongue slid out and

along her upper belly, the surface of it dragging over her arm and breast as it drew back into

his maw. The dragon licked his lips and smirked, "you taste like a dragon."

She shivered and squirmed, the feeling of his saliva dripping down her skin

making her senses go wild. One would expect such a great carnivore to have ridiculously foul

breath, but there was a sweet, almost floral scent to his maw as he watched her reactions.

After a moment of composing her licked self, she gave him a look and huffed a bit, "So you

dragons go around licking each other?"

"No," he stated plainly, smiling, "Such a thing is only for a sign of great affection.

Even then it is only those who have been mated for a great time who generally do such

things openly."

She blinked and head tilted, "then... why did you lick me? We're certainly not

mated."

He laughed with a soft little roar of mirth that sent the creatures hiding in the trees

nearby scattering, "Well first it is because you are not a dragon. And also because we have

a stronger bond than any mated pair could dream of."

She blushed and squirmed, "so... then... we're... something more?"

The dragon nosed at her, "if you wish to think of things that way."

She smiled a little and lay back down alongside him, using his forelimb as a

pillow, "will you keep me warm then?"

"Of course..." he purred and dragged just the tip of his tongue over her shoulder,

making her shiver.

"Ahhh... that feels so strange," she whined and giggled.

Varcifon smirked and pressed a bit more of his tongue against her, licking along

her back wordlessly, making her squirm.

"Ah, v-varcifonnn..." she whined and gripped his forepaw, wiggling and trying to

escape the sliding tongue. But he simply followed her curling his tongue over her shoulder

and slightly around the side of her neck ands he purred, the firm muscle squeezing and

rubbing at her skin warm saliva slicking her down as he dragged his tongue over her other

shoulder. She whined and blushed, "Ahh... th-that feels..."

He paused, blinking at her as his tongue was pressed against her side, the tip of

it nestled against the bottom of her breasts as she breathed heavier than normal, blushing

and fidgeting. When she didn't finish her statement, he pressed his tongue farther, flattening

the top surface over her breast and making her gasp in shock. He could feel the tout point of

her nipple against his tongue and he purred against her, dragging his tongue back across her

skin. The gasp that greeted his ears was one of sweet delight as she arched her back

against him and closed her eyes, gripping his forepaw with both hands.

Rivadh was beside herself. The warm, wet sensation was not unfamiliar to her...

but the sheer size and magnitude of his tongue and the pleasure it was bringing were totally

new. It would have taken her other lovers hours to cover so much of her skin with their

tongues the way Varcifon was lapping along her skin. She wasn't sure what was going on, or

why, but she knew it felt wonderful. A light shift told her he was moving, and she let his

forepaw go, laying in the grass and squirming from the phantom sensations of his wide

tongue slathering across her. And then the sensation was upon her again, this time at her

knee and working up her toned thigh as she blushed and lowed down, her skin glistening as

she shudder from the licking along her leg, the long, firm tongue curling over the top of her

thigh. Up the front of one thigh, then the other, both time the seeking tip of his tongue grazed

within finger widths of her treasure, making her gasp and blush and sigh.

He churred and continued his affection, straining to ignore the swelling sensation

in his lower body as the strong scent of her excitement sizzles against his sense of smell

like one of her lightning bolts. She had almost rolled onto her belly as he lapped at the backs

of her legs, each time his tongue contacted the soft skin of her rump she would arch a bit

and tense as her tail swishes against his nose. With one more lick placed against her

closed thighs he dragged his tongue up her body, pressing and driving his tasting appendage

between her saliva-slickened legs. At the top of her legs his tongue tip was bitten by a very

exotic taste and he gave a grunt of surprise to match her gasp of lust as her backside lifted a

bit.

The heat and wetness of his tongue against her sex was too much for her

senses, and Rivadh bit back the moan as she raised her back end and parted her knees a

bit. Her arms trembled as she rests on her elbows and forearms, breathing hard and heavy

as he continued to lick her body with slow, careful and compassionate sweeps of his large,

dexterous tongue. She gave another sweet little moan as his tongue tip continuously lapped

over her folds, getting a very good taste of her as he huffed against her backside. She could

hear his claws grinding in the ground as he rumbled his own excitement.

Her scent was intoxicating. Though it lacked the potency and strength of a willing

female dragon, Varcifon found the slight and delicate sensation of her arousal even more

enticing than what he would naturally react to. But indeed, he knew he was reacting, that

surging feeling in his loins making him keenly aware of his desires, but he checked his

instincts with a force of willpower and dragged his tongue over her honey pot one more time

before purring and whispering at her, "Rivadh... are you... all right?"

She gasped and blushed and looked back, "I... oh... why did you stop?"

He blinked and swallowed nervously, "Ah... my apologies... I... I may be getting

too excited..." he chuffed and hung his head a bit.

She moaned a little and squirmed, "Y-you mean...?" she lifted her head and

caught her breath, gathering her wits slowly as she peeked at him, trying to glimpse his

maleness.

He nodded shortly and cringed, "It's... you... you're too enticing... I... I didn't

think I would..."

"Yes," she said plainly, looking at him.

The dragon blinked and looked at her, "Hm?"

She blushed and bit her lip, "Gently... please..."

If the purple dragon could have gone any paler than a deep lavender, he would

have. His shock was total as she raised her hips a bit more and blushed, "Y-you mean...?"

She nodded and whined, "Please... don't make me say it..."

He nodded, still astonished and tried to calm himself, carefully stepping over her,

his belly scales sliding over her back and upturned rump. After a full stride he felt her

backside just near where his tip would be and he looked down at her, "you are certain?"

She simply nodded and blushed, eyes closed as she trembled under him, her

head just between his straight forelegs as he watched her for signs of worry or fear. She

trembled, yes, but not out of fear. His licking and affections had gotten her so worked up she

was fit to burst. He lifted his hips a bit and lurched forward slightly. Both of them gasped as

his thick tip found her entrance.

Rivadh squirmed at the warm sensation against her folds and inhaled audibly. The

sweetness was overwhelming even as he leaned forward and down, she could only moan and

gasp as her companion, her friend, and now her lover slowly slid into her body. Unlike the

time in the bath, the feeling of his length working into her body slowly gave her a strange

thrill. She could only imagine what it would look like to an outside observer, but even those

thoughts were pushed from her mind by the feeling of the dragon atop her plumbing her

depths with his thickness.

"Hnggrgrrrrr," he growled openly as she squeezes around him, only nearing the

first half of his length before he felt a resistance and she yelped a little. He stopped and

looked down to her, "I-I'm sorry."

She blushed and shook her head, gasping and quivering, "j=just a bit too... far

in... I think..." she had felt his pushing reach a barrier and she could only guess it was the

end of her passage as he was indeed much more than her size. The pair stayed like that for

a moment before Varcifon pulled his hips back, drawing a moan from her lips before he

slowly lurched forward again, her gasped cry of delight a bit louder than he expected. Again

he pulled back only to surge forward again, each time his tip nudged that resistance; and

each time she gave a little yip as her body squeezed his length tightly.

Rivadh was lost as her mind raced with both implications and pleasures. If the

rest of the Famil found out she was intimate with a dragon, they'd be so cross with her. But

the feelings he was giving her were unlike any she'd had before, and she could only agree

with her body in that she wanted more. It wasn't until she felt his forward motions becoming

a bit faster and stronger that she realized she'd vocalized that agreement with her body. She

blushed as she squeezed him again from a particularly heavy shove, feeling a slight pinch

where his tip impacted inside he, but the pleasure around that pinch washed it away

instantly as she felt her body clenching like a wound spring.

The dragon huffed and panted. "More," she had begged him softly. And he was

more than willing to oblige her desires. Increasing his pace, but still mindful of how far he

could push, he gained speed, grunting a little each time her slickened tunnel gripped and slid

along his pole, the delirium-inducing tightness in his loins giving him some inkling that he

would not last much longer. Little did he know, the mewling Shamaness under him was

already too far gone.

With a loud cry of bliss and a slight hidden whimper inside it, Rivadh felt her

wound spring release, sending her reeling through a whirlwind of sensation and emotion as

her release washed over her nerves, and her dragon's shaft, and her thighs. She didn't care

though, all she could feel was the obscene amounts of pleasure crashing against her body

like waves against a cliff.

Varcifon hissed at the nearly painful grip her tunnel inflicted on him. He knew his

end was there, and with a grunt that spilled into a thunderous roar he give a mighty lunge of

his hips, and that resistance he'd felt turned into a soft 'pop' around his tip before he gripped

the ground and surged inside her, his essence spilling forth from him in searing waves of

bliss.

Rivadh's release was cut short by a hard jab in her lower belly as he shoved a bit

too hard and pushed through something, the pain was washed away again by another

shuddering climax that rippled across her as she felt a hot sensation in her abdomen, much

like the soothing feeling of drinking hot soup on a cold night... but the heat sat lower in her

belly than her stomach. Of course the location of that soothing heat didn't bother her at all at

that point; all she could do was whimper in sensory overload and twitch each time the

thickness of her dragon pulsed inside her.

The dragon's knees felt like they were made of whatever it was that made an

ogre's belly wobble, and he carefully shifted his weight, lifting a forepaw to guide Rivadh

along with him as he laid out on his side, cradling her gently in his other forelimb and purring

at her.

She squirmed and bit her lip at the faint tugging inside her as she kept up with

him, shuffling over and laying against his forelimb, looking back to see the part of his length

that wasn't still stuck inside her as she squirmed a bit.

With a lick to her horn, which was all he could reach, he rumbled and

whispered, "thank you... I... that was..."

"Shhh..." she smiled and pushed a palm against his lips, "I know what it was...

and I will tell you that I want nothing more than to stay at your side."

He shook his head, "I... I cannot take you as my mate... the Flight still is not

strong enough for me to not be available to an interested female." The sigh from him was one

of obvious disappointment. But she smiled softly and rubbed his neck.

"We are bonded. A connection that mated pair could only dream of, correct?" her

smile was slightly devious.

He blinked... and then laughed, rubbing his forepaw against her side, "Hah! That

is what I said..." he nodded and purred, "well then... so long as you do not find my duty to

my kind an offense, then what we do is of no concern to the flight, yes?"

She nodded and smiled and shifted her hips, giving a girlish sound as the

softening mass inside her slid slightly, "mmm... I do think this should be kept a secret... it

certainly isn't 'normal'... or if it is, I've never heard of such a thing as Draenei and dragons

being so intimate."

He nodded and chuckled, "indeed... I think we have become a unique case... not

that I would complain about it."

She smiled and yawned, the exhaustion of the coupling taking its toll on

her, "Mmmm... I agree..."

He nodded and smiled, "Sleep for now... There is plenty of time to explore what

we have found."

She nodded and curled up a bit, another movement of her hips making him slide a

bit more out of her. She drowsed and barely gasped as his receding shaft slid from her with a

faint, wet 'pop'. As sleep took her away, she was vaguely aware of a wetness over her thigh...