Twenty-Five
A few days had passed and Malygos had not returned. Neltharion stayed in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms alone. His only company was the scent of Malygos' rut perforating the walls. Neltharion tried his best to take his mind off of it, and at times slept away from Mogu'Shan. Most of the time, he slept in the Shrine of the Seven Stars, where he could keep watch over Anduin. Despite the raging hormones, his feral lust for Malygos...now that he knew what caused this sickness of his, there was a slight longing within him to keep Anduin company as well. Anduin worked as a distraction, much needed in his misery. The itching and burning inside of his vent still quaked, but he could at least ignore it somewhat with Anduin's company.
Neltharion's condition was worsening, even with the distraction. At first, most only saw it as a worry, or need to protect Malygos who had just recovered from their attempt to save his spirit and bring life to his body. The former Aspect was empty of his magic despite granted new life. And that emptiness Neltharion deeply and hungrily wanted to fill. That was the sign of his behavioral change. He needed to fill Malygos, though for a while he could not understand why. The reveal at the Stormstout Brewery was the final piece to the puzzle of agony Neltharion suffered. The connection Malygos described, how they married their flights by their 'betrothal'. And the benefit their flights enjoyed from the union. Those memories truly did come flooding back along with his lust.
The first time, the one that Malygos spoke of on that island, that one was the most violent. He caught glimpses of it, images of the two Aspects in feral madness, biting and clawing, their members fully erect and on display. Tips flared and dripped, adding the scent that drove them to act upon their own carnality. Then, Neltharion mounted, burying his shaft deep into his newly acquired mate and sealing the deal. He filled him.
Yes, fill Malygos...fill him! Take him! Rut him!
"Fill him..." Neltharion whispered. He bit his lip as the pulsation between his legs quickened. "Must fill him...fill him..."
His eyes darted about the room, his paws leaving the notations on the Titan inscriptions he had made. Translating the language of his creators did nothing to chase away his lasciviousness. He gnawed upon the back of his paw. His stance was jittery and he sniffed the room, searching the one he must mate with.
Outside, a storm, churning through black, heavy, turbulent clouds, manifested by his mood.
Neltharion plopped to the floor, breathing heavily. The noises within the shrine, the mortals rushing about, talking about what adventures they went on, whether or not they were heading to their homes through the portals, the noises of them eating, working, blended together into a roar. It pounded inside of his head, dizzying and spinning, confusing him and infuriating him. His concentration deteriorated, his body threatening to return to its true size with the surge that built up inside. He was bursting.
More tormenting than just dealing with the mortals in the background in his state, was dealing with them in a discussion about what the Horde was digging deep in Krasarang Wilds. Jaina had arrived with Kalecgos to see Anduin. Varian was only a fortnight away from landing on Pandaria, knowing that Garrosh had already arrived. Anduin asked Neltharion to join him, despite his decaying condition.
The moment Kalecgos had stepped through the portal, not even his half-elven disguise could shield him from the scent Neltharion was radiating. He could smell the stench. He knew saw Neltharion's posture, how he shivered, the raised temperature in the air. Neltharion searching in desperation for something that was not even in the room. Kalecgos could hear a deepening, almost threatening, subsonic, feral growl from the Earth-Warder as Jaina made her attempt to approach. Neltharion was fighting a battle within himself to keep himself from springing upon her. Not to mate with her, but to attack her, get her out of his way. She was a distraction he did not want.
So far, Neltharion did not. The meeting itself did not go very smoothly. Neltharion was too distracted, irritated to pay attention. When they asked him questions, he gave them short and abrasive answers. Then right in the middle of the discussion, Neltharion left, no words, no excuses, just left. In his own mind, his logic, the meeting was important, but his body's urges overpowered his sense of direction. Though, right before he left, just as the meeting concluded, he heard Anduin, Jaina and Kalecgos talking.
"He's been acting like that for the past week," said Anduin. "It...started getting worse...the moment Malygos began to recover. He seemed more protective of Malygos. Anxious when Malygos was not around, wanting to cut meetings shorter to be with Malygos. Then...it got worse. He complained of an itch he couldn't scratch. Burning sensations, fever. He was suffering. So, he left for the Valley of the Four Winds to perhaps relieve the stress. Called back when he found the brewery and said he needed to be very, very drunk. And he stayed there for three days."
"What's wrong with him?" Jaina asked.
"He's...rutting," said Kalecgos. "Jaina, he's not safe to be around. I can smell the rut from here. It's putrid...which means it isn't meant for me or any other dragon save the one who he is lusting after. He's dangerous, right now. If he does not relieve the pressure, find who it is he is after and mate with them, he may very well...hurt a lot of innocents. Whether he wants to or not, or if he is aware of himself doing it. He will hurt people. I suggest keeping everyone away from him until it goes away."
Neltharion's heart sank when he heard Kalecgos warn them. A danger. He could hurt people with this affliction that had plagued him. The anxiety was flushed away and a new, but familiar emotion took its place. Shame, distraught, doubt upon himself, whether or not he could control himself, hatred for himself. Nothing more could kill a mood than his own emotional breakdown. Neltharion collapsed to the corner, curling himself into the shady spot and wept.
There was a touch to his scales and Neltharion's head jerked up. Anduin stood at his side.
"Earth-Warder..." he said.
His vision clouded with tears, his lips trembling as he looked upon the prince. Then, Neltharion lifted himself up and threw his forelegs around Anduin's shoulders. He drenched the golden tunic with his tears, shuddering and sobbing away. Anduin wrapped his arms around him, smoothing the plates and scales.
"It's alright, Neltharion," he said.
"I...heard what Kalec said..."
"No...no..." he began. "No, you're just...a little under the weather." Anduin pulled away to smooth out Neltharion's ruffled beard. "You just need your rest. We're asking too much of you right now. Go to Mogu'shan and rest. I'll keep everyone away until you've recovered."
"Now I'm useless because of this?" Neltharion asked, his voice cracking with another sob. "I'm useless..."
"No, you're not," he said. "You're not. But...you do need rest. Maybe you can sleep this...thing off. And you'll feel better when you've had your rest."
Neltharion wagged his head, a pained whimper escaping his snout. Anduin took hold of the sides of his face.
"Doctor's orders," he said.
At least, Neltharion consented and nodded. Again, he held Anduin close, patting his back with a gentle paw. Once he let go, Neltharion gave him a parting nuzzle upon the shoulder and strode on out.
Go back to the lair...he thought. Sleep this curse off.
The storm still churned on, its needs not met.
Deep within the cavernous chamber below, beneath the raging winds and the pelting rain and roaring thunder, Neltharion slept. The scent of Malygos lingered there, everywhere. He drowned in it, suffocated in it. His heart pounded in his chest, the heat building between his thighs. His dreams disrupted by the urges.
Malygos was there, in the dreams, tail raised up, beckoning him closer. He took the invite, burying his snout into the scent. His tongue lashed out, spreading the folds of Malygos' vent wider. The blue shivered. A reward descended, the long, slender, lavender flesh of Malygos' dragonhood. Neltharion's tongue explored the base and his mate moaned. The sweet scent crawled its way into his nostrils, growing stronger as his willing mate began to leak.
The Black's own massive rod emerged, spreading the black armored scales wide. Foot by foot it descended down, the barbs flexed and relaxed with every aching throb. It dripped its orange essence upon the floor, the head flared. Neltharion's whole body was swollen massively, his muscles bulging out. He stood like a giant against to Malygos, ready to dominate his new consort.
Fangs barred, nostrils flared, Neltharion struck, toppling Malygos, forcing him to the ground. He pinned him, his jaws latched upon the azure, scaly, supple neck. Onyx talons dug into Malygos' shoulders. Malygos raked his talons across the stone as Neltharion bore the force of his tremendous weight upon the smaller, slender dragon's back. The Black Aspect pierced Malygos' depths with his mammoth, spiny shaft, driving it deeper and deeper. He heard the sounds of Malygos pained screams. The cavernous abyss of soft flesh unlighted with every violent thrust of Neltharion's engorged appendage. He dared to go deeper and deeper, the barbs along his shaft like blades sliced the tender pink flesh it was buried in. Blood spilled out from Malygos' opening, splashing upon the floor. Entrails followed as Neltharion split him long ways with the might of his own raging, urging desires. As he slowly removed himself, the form he had violated so heatedly no longer resembled Malygos. Instead, it was a black dragon, long, slender, with a frill upon its head and swept back, curving horns. Decorating the horns were purple gems inlaid into gold bands. His nose detected the scent of a female, a familiar female. The entrails that spilled from her body had a slight orange glow and half her face looked to be melted.
Sintharia...
Neltharion let go of a sorrowful long wail, lifting his head up to sound his mournful call for his fallen Prime Consort. Behind him, a black, shapeless mass with glowing orange eyes deeply chuckled.
Torn from the nightmare, his cheeks drenched with tears. He looked around but found no sign of Malygos or Sintharia. He was alone. Neltharion scanned his body, seeing it had swelled up even more, his muscles threatening to rip through the scales. Between the spaces he could see the dull glow of his fiery insides drum along with the beat of his heart. Then, there was something else, something hot, huge, pulsing against his chest. He looked down and with horror, found his erect penis laying upon a thigh. The fleshy orbs at the base quivering, the veins throbbing. The spines flexing. A line of orange, sticky, glowing fluid dripped from the mushrooming tip.
Disgust and fear etched into Neltharion's brow as he looked upon his cock. He squeezed his legs, hoping to pinch it so tight it would withdraw from the pain.
A breathy gasp forced its way from his lips as the electricity of his thighs sent a wave of pleasure down through the shaft. The length extended out further and its girth increased from the sensation. More fluid spilt upon the floor. Neltharion paused, opening his legs up.
"Just making it worse," he whispered. "I really hate this body."
His head turned to the sound of feet clacking along the floor to the opening of his chamber. Something snapped like lightning inside of Neltharion's head and he leapt for the door, fangs barred, talons out. He let loose a thunderous bellow and the whole cavern quaked. One step more, and he would kill the intruder upon the lair he shared with his chosen consort.
A voice, soft and frightened broke through his rage and brought him back to reality.
"Lord...Lord Neltharion..."
Neltharion looked down to find Anduin Wrynn cowering under him, his face white with fright. The Aspects uttered a horrified whimper, swiftly withdrawing from the little, golden haired prince. He he collapsed upon the floor and bound his wings up around his body, hiding the enraged member, shame and terror ashen his face.
"I'm so sorry," Neltharion wept. "So sorry..."
Anduin bravely began to walk towards the Aspect as he curled tighter upon the floor. He stopped only midway and slowly, carefully sat down. Neltharion looked on, swallowing hard, seeing that the prince was telling him with his movements that he wished not to intrude. And very slowly, he came closer. Holding contempt within his heart for nearly killing a dear friend in his own blind, raging hunger to mate, Neltharion lowered his snout. A simple dip of his head, a signal to Anduin that he could at last touch his scales.
"It's...getting worse..." he said, his body trembling. His eyes began to dark around the room, searching for his desired mate, searching for Malygos. He sniffed, the scent of Malygos still exciting him. "And nothing can help."
Despite Neltharion's attempts to hide the long, throbbing, fleshy sword between his legs, Anduin could visibly see it. And a smile of understanding spread across the prince's lips.
"This...reminds me when I woke up with an embarrassing case of morning wood myself," he said.
Neltharion's attention returned to the prince and a snicker escaped him.
"I was having a wonderful dream," said Anduin. "I was like a wolf...stalking his prey. My desires before me, in a game of chase. And I chased him, through the woods, through the meadows until at last, I sprung. I had him. He was all mine. My needs were tortuous and only he could put out the flames."
"He?" Neltharion asked with a small voice.
"Well, don't tell my father," said Anduin. "But I have a little thing for boys as well as girls. I...like both."
"Not all that un...common among my kind," said Neltharion. "You should never be choosy when it comes to gender. Sharing love with either genders helps build strong bonds. It doesn't exclude anyone."
"So Jaina informed me," he said. "Kalecgos told her it was because of this network each mating created inside the flights."
"I'm trying to...keep that network up," said Neltharion. "But, its difficult when most of my flight are all cousins. They're not very attracted to each other, you see. But they service themselves out of...mutual respect and caring to at least create the intimacy needed to hold a flight together. But nothing can ever replace a consort." He felt his legs relax just slightly letting his member rest against his chest. "I think I had the most consorts of the Aspects. I can vaguely remember how many I had. Most Aspects might have four or five consorts, I had...nearly thirty."
"Thirty?!" Anduin gasped. "A stallion isn't that much of a stud."
Neltharion chuckled, lifting his leg to show his guest why he needed so many.
"When you have something as large as that monster," he said. "It's rarely happy with just a couple here and there."
Anduin laughed and Neltharion grinned.
"Well, I suppose you would draw in a crowd," said Anduin. "Even for a dragon, you are quite handsome."
Neltharion's cheeks flushed, embarrassed at least as he gave the young prince a cheeky grin. The dragon grunted as a throb from his erection urged forth. He winced and locked his legs again around it. A large lob dripped from the tip to splash upon his knee.
"This is getting ridiculous," he growled. "Just...don't tell Papa Wolf you saw me with my cock out. I don't want him to think I'm a pervert on top of all the other things he thinks that I am."
"You're secret's safe," said Anduin. "But for a small fee."
"Oh? And what's that."
"That perhaps someday, you might give me a small ride..."
Neltharion chuckled: "What?"
"Just a small ride. Nothing serious. To sate my own curiosity."
"Hmm..." he rumbled. Then, with a polite nod, he agreed. "Sure. But...only when you're 25." He raised a single digit up just as Anduin was about to protest. "And not before."
"You're going to make me wait that long, Earth-Warder?"
"Well, your body is...a little small and...a bit too young to take..." he paused to look back his length hugging against his great chest. "That. And I...don't want to hurt you. I think...when you're 25, you've gotten old enough, strong enough to handle someone like me. Besides, it doesn't want you right now. It wants someone else. And that's what all this fuss is about."
Anduin looked dejected at Neltharion. He chuckled again and leaned his box-like head closer.
"Hey," he said so softly, so silkily. "I can smell those pheromones, you horny teenager."
Anduin sputtered a shocked laugh just as Neltharion's snout nuzzled him playfully, gingerly.
"And yes, it does smell sweet," Neltharion added. "Very sweet. You better be careful, I just might mount you right after I...mate with my consort."
He spied a twitch under Anduin's tunic when he said that and he gave a warm chortle.
"Well at least misery loves company," he said, seeing the bulge between the prince's legs. "Now we can both feel a little awkward. At least you can wear baggy pants."
Anduin laughed, rocking back and forth.
"I suppose maybe that's why I asked," the prince said. "I suppose, even if I can't really smell them...I can maybe sense a little of your pheromones. And it...sorta...gave me a nervous twitch. Maybe it's sympathy horniness."
"That is so kind of you," Neltharion said with playful chuckle. "Really. You're a great kid, Anduin. You really are. Even to raging hormonal dragons that...nearly killed you..." He sighed. "Really, I am so sorry...that happened...I really am. It shouldn't. I'm...being stupid."
"I know it's not your fault," he said. "I'm sure if...I was really in need of someone...specially...I'd be climbing up the walls, saying: 'Fuck off before I gouge your eyes out' to anyone who greeted me."
"Now that's no way for a prince to act."
"Hmph," Anduin turned away from him. "You should've seen how I acted when Lady Katrana tried to ground me. I leapt on her and nearly tore her hair out...oh I'm sorry...I know she was your daughter."
Neltharion laughed, rolling upon his back, his eyes tilted to Anduin.
"Anduin, I used to spank her when she would bite my foreleg," he said. "She may have been my daughter, but she was a little bit of a bitch."
"Lord Bolvar Fordragon thought she was just on her period that day," said Anduin, and Neltharion burst out laughing again. "Do dragons even have periods?"
"Not exactly, but there is something similar."
Neltharion gave him another gentle nuzzle, his throat frill buzzing with the deep hum. He felt the prince clasp his arms around his great snout, giving him as good of a hug as he could give the great dragon before him.
"Here, I want you to feel something," he said as he moved his throat closer to the prince. "Put your cheek on my throat."
Anduin did as he was told and Neltharion let loose a deep, vibrating thrum. He heard a gasp escape the prince and felt him shiver.
"You can't hear it, but you can feel it," he said.
"Yes..." Anduin said, leaning against the dragon's throat. "Deep inside of me."
"That is the thrum of a dragon who has accepted your offer," he said. "And I am quite grateful. Very grateful. Especially for the sympathy erection."
"I suppose I felt the need to know what it is you're going through," he said. "So...I can suffer right along with you, so you won't have to alone. We can both be snappy, jittery, and awkward."
Neltharion's grin spread. He laid to his side once more, looking almost dreamily upon his guest.
"You're safe with me, Anduin," Neltharion said. "Even when I'm...like this...you're safe with me."
"Safe?"
"Yes, even in this...maddening thirst...this instinctual drive to mate with the one I want," he began. "In fact, even as I suffering from this...having you with me, keeping me company, is enough. Even if that...thing does not desire you right now, it doesn't mean that I don't want you with me. My body is telling me people are...keeping me from my desire to mate my target. But you, you are not in my way." He rumbled as he pressed his snout against Anduin's back. "And I will keep my promise. I'll give you that ride you want. I'll take you out to dinner, then take you to bed."
Anduin grinned.
"So, who is he...or she..." the prince asked.
"I...rather not say at the moment," Neltharion replied. "It is a he, though."
He winced once more as his cock throbbed with the thoughts of Malygos. Neltharion exhaled, pawing the stone floor.
"I can't take anymore of this," he said.
"I might have a solution..."
"I told you, not until you're 25."
"No, not that, something else," said Anduin. "Since we're both a bit...bothered now, maybe a cold bath? It always worked for me at times."
"You know, I am so desperate right now...I'll take anything," he said. "Let's go."
He allowed the prince to gain a good distance in front before he lumbered after him. As he climbed higher and higher through the chambers, the cool, fresh air from above soothed and cleared his head. He appeared at last right at the grand opening of Mogu'shan. The trees in the Vale were capped with peaches and cream and birds sang in their softly swaying branches. Anduin turned back with a smile.
"You might want to shrink..."
"I'm afraid I'm so tensed right now I can't concentrate to shrink," Neltharion said. "Just try and...not draw too much attention to us."
"Right," said Anduin as he folded his hands over the mound.
"At least you can hide yours."
He lowered his wings, allowing their armored, leading ditches to grate across the ground. He followed Anduin out, traversing low, rolling hills that framed the palace. Still, he could feel the eyes on him, even when he tried to hide the harden column bouncing against his abdomen. His head bowed feeling even more distressed and ashamed.
"Just don't look at anyone," said Anduin. "We're almost to the lake."
Neltharion shut his eyes, his ears picking up the whispering he received once a few of them caught a glimpse of the outline of his member against his dark belly. And that pain, that drive, still would not go away. It was a long, long, shameful walk to the lake.
At last, they came to the lake, Anduin threw off his clothes. Neltharion spied the prince's own parts, his shaft showing some lift due to his own arousal. Though the moment he hit the cold water, it shrank back so small it looked almost concave.
"And here I thought mine was the only one who withdrew in me," said Neltharion with a chuckle.
"It's very cold!" yelped Anduin, shivering at the chill of the water. His face faded to a ripen pink. "Told you it would work!"
"Here's the big test then," he began. Neltharion walked into the water slowly, taking care not to disturb the water too much with his titanic feet.
The colossal dragon slowly began to lower and immediately he felt the bite of the cold water upon his harden member. He called out with shock as he sank, the rest of his rump dipped below the water. The lake's level rose up considerably as he at last submerged his entire body under. Neltharion gasped, leaning against the slope of the lake's bed. The cold water was indeed refreshing, and it soothed much of the burning fire, but his member had not retracted just yet.
"Is it working?" Anduin asked.
"I don't feel as hot," Neltharion replied. "And this cold water is very distracting."
"Give it time," he said. "Yours is much bigger than mine. It might...take a while to relax."
"Very true. I will admit though, maybe the walk of shame that we made to get here may also have helped. My...um...organ started getting shy."
He gave an uneasy chuckle and looked like he flushed even a deeper black. Anduin joined him in his laugh, Neltharion felt himself beginning to relax. Every knotted nerve, every bulging, hot muscle seem to calm as he enjoyed his bath in the cold lake. He even seemed smaller as well, the swelling of his body going down. And as the day waned, they stayed there at the lake, chatting and enjoying each other's company. The pruning of Anduin's hands did not keep him from staying with Neltharion. At times he would get out to warm himself, and dry off, only to hop back in when he was ready. Neltharion stayed within the lake, the cold water working its magic upon his body. His shaft had deflated, withdrawing back into the folds of his vent. The burning sensation lingered just so due to his need to mate, but at least for now he could take a rest from them. When the final inch of his member withdrew, he took a long sigh of relief and comfort that the crisis for now was over. Though, he could feel he was very much dangerous to be around. Anything could easily set him off. But being with Anduin was enough to keep most of that in check.
"Maybe, going off to the brewery wasn't what I needed," he said. "Maybe I just needed a friend that...wasn't the person that's bothering me...to keep me company."
"Well, I'm here for you, Earth-Warder," said Anduin. "Anything, really."
"Thank you," said Neltharion, leaning his great head over to give him a grateful nuzzle. Anduin patted the large scales.
"And if ever...I have a problem that's kinda similar..." Anduin began.
Neltharion chuckled.
"Well, it's only right I ask if you could return the favor..." he said.
"Well, of course," said Neltharion. "Just call me up and I'll find us a lake we can go...freeze our senses back in."
There was a rush of air as a great shadow flew over him. The sweet scent of his consort hit him like an elementium brick. His nostrils flared, his body began to swell with power. The burning returned, hotter and consuming than ever before. Over the wall flew Malygos, the golden light of the sun setting fire to his shimmering, shear wings. It was like the former Blue Aspect was taunting him with his rutting scent. And that longing to mount him only drove Neltharion's impulses furiously wild.
"Malygos?" Anduin asked. He took note of Neltharion's feverish, feral snarl. "It's Malygos?"
Emerald eyes, burning now with fire gazed upon him. Lips pulled over the sharp, glistening fangs, his throat trembling with every yearning thrum.
"I...I won't say anything," said Anduin, in the shadow of Neltharion's raging, lustful gaze.
"Do me a favor..." Neltharion began a in long, growling, deep thrum. "If I...I can...think ahead to seal the passageway...so no one disturbs us...I want you to make sure we are left undisturbed."
"For how long?"
"For as long as it takes," Neltharion replied. The patch of scales around his vent began to swell again as that itching, hot sensation returned. "I'm no good to anyone...like this. And I...can't run from it anymore. Tonight, the 'female' is...mine!"
"I'll try," said Anduin. "Before you go. One thing I have to say."
Neltharion growled, frustrated that he was kept away from Malygos any longer. Desperation was starting to take over. Though he listened, even for a little bit.
"That dream I had...it was...you, Neltharion. I was...hunting you...chasing you...I told you I found you very attractive. I suppose all this time we've been spending together, it started to build a bit. How I've admired you, and now it's building to that. Like how right now, whatever it is that's building inside of you to go chase Malygos. I kinda have that with you."
For one single moment, he brought himself under control. Despite his swelling form, the building heat, Neltharion managed to dip his head down and nuzzle Anduin one last time.
"Just do me a favor, Earth-Warder," Anduin continued. "When you catch him, don't wake up."
Neltharion softly chuckled and pressed into the prince's body, his hot breath blowing the golden locks around.
"Be patient, little prince," the Aspect purred, each sound laced with desire. "You'll get your turn...when you're ready for it."
"25?"
"25."
He gave a last nuzzle and parted. Spreading his great wings, Neltharion exploded forth, following the scent Malygos left him. He had returned to Mogu'shan, deep into the chambers Neltharion created to provide Malygos with privacy. The scent was suffocating, intoxicating as he delved deeper into the underground palace. The transition between luxurious corridors to natural caverns was abrupt. Here, a huge slab of granite shot forth from the ground to block the passageway. More and more granite shot forth, sealing off each exit. There was no where Malygos could escape to, no where he could hide.
His heart pounded against his ribcage, threaten to burst out the closer he came to Malygos. The swelling at his thighs pulsed feverishly, scales covering his vent began to part, revealing the soft, midnight blue skin underneath. The lips twitched, swelling and dripping wet with his scent. His nostrils flared wide, wanting to take in the scent of his mate. He licked his lips hungrily. Though his seismic sight, Neltharion could see his prize down below, resting soundly. Through the rock, he could hear Malygos' heart beat and it only pushed him further over the edge.
His lips pulled back, revealing his glistening long fangs. Wet saliva boiled away, replaced now with pools of lava overflowing and dripping from his chin. He could not wait any longer and his muscles sprung him forth towards the heart of the den. His vision began to cloud, at least the vision that his mind could comprehend was clouding, blackened by his raging instincts. As he moved closer and closer, his sense could detect nothing else but Malygos. Nothing mattered but Malygos.
Malygos!
At last he came upon the inner sanctum to find Malygos lying lazily upon his side. He appeared to be asleep, breathing softly under the light and warmth of the pools of lava Neltharion had created for him. Azure and deep violet crystals glowed, their light dancing across Malygos' scales. As the Great Black neared his prize, the pools of the blackened, crusted over lava began to heat up, bubbling and churning with their master's rage. Lava continued to splash out from his gaping jaws, hissing upon the floor.
Malygos' eyes fluttered open and he lifted his head up.
"Neltharion?" he asked, his voice riddled with concern.
Neltharion drew nearer and nearer, his eyes glowing brighter with the rising heat within him. His body was swelling larger, becoming heavier, fuller. Malygos was a pebble against the fury of a seething, fiery mountain. He took one sniff at the small, timid blue dragon before him and his member was finally released from its cage. Freed, it spilled its contents out before Malygos, a display of Neltharion's power. Like its master, it only swelled more. The heat fumed inside of the Great Black, feeding into his engorged, flaring appendage. The veins that wound and twisted through the spines pulsed with a fiery glow in time with the beat of his heart.
"Oh my," Malygos uttered in slight alarmed whisper. "I...I don't remember it being that...gargantuan. It had always been quite...large...but now it's...nearly the length of your torso. Not to mention as thick as...my tail."
With a thunderous crack of Neltharion's tail, a lavender crystal shard crashed upon the floor. The Great Black bellowed and the whole chamber quaked. Loose rocks pelted Malygos and he lifted a wing to shield himself.
Neltharion walked around him, slowly, his fangs barred, lava dripping. He spied the flutter of Malygos' throat frill, beckoning him to come closer. The pupils of the Black's eyes contracted to small points, only adding to his maddened and fierce expression. Every nerve inside his body screamed. His claws dug into the floor, sending spider webs of cracks upon the surface, compounded by his girth. His chest heaved with every heavy breath. His wings parted adding to his enlarging size.
Then, Malygos joined him in this walk, a circular pacing about the chamber. The excitement was getting to him as well, as Neltharion could easily smell. The former-Blue Aspect's member emerged from its folds, the color of lavender. Ribbons of periwinkle issued from its rounded tip. Malygos lifted his tail up to show the quivering opening to his insides. That was what Neltharion wanted more than anything. Mount him, fill him, dominate him. He was the lord in this room and Malygos his mate. Malygos tilted his front side downward, bending, submitting to Neltharion's heat. He raised his tail up higher.
"I don't suppose you want to talk...about this," Malygos said, making one last attempt to communicate with the raging dragon before him.
"No...TALK!!"
Neltharion lunged forth, rearing back to apply all of his weight upon the smaller dragon. He held his mate down, crowding him with his paws. He clamped down upon his soft, supple neck, his fangs latched upon the scales. Malygos' talons dug into the floor and his face was shoved to a wall. Without even a beat, Neltharion speared his engorged cock straight into his mate's soft depths. Malygos roared out as his master drove deeper and deeper into him. Then the deep, rabid plunges began.
He kept his teeth locked around his mate's neck, slamming hard against his tail. The drag of the flexible spines around his massive shaft against the soft folds of Malygos' innards sent waves and waves of sparks across his scales. His eyes filled with light, his ears drowning in the sounds of his mate's deafening bellows of fierce passion. He was not deep enough, his instincts roared at him. Not deep enough. He had to go deeper. Still latched tightly around his mate's neck, Neltharion shifted his weight, bending to his side. With the new position, he drove his cock even further down, spreading Malygos wider. Deeper and deeper, almost so deep the swollen orbs, their testicles at the base of their cocks touched. His jaws loosened only slightly and then shifted to latch much higher up upon the 'female's' neck. So deep within, his spines flexed and latched onto Malygos' tender, pink insides and rewarded by another howl from his mate. Neltharion continued to throb, his scorching heat singling how close he was to the breach.
Malygos grunted and groaned, bracing himself against the stone. Neltharion felt the slippery warm walls tighten more around his member. He quickened his thrusts against his mate's tail, letting go his neck. Closing his eyes and clinching his teeth, he folded his huge, muscular neck around his mate, his head bracing against his shoulder.
Closer...
The heat seethed and boiled inside of him, convection moving plates along transitive fault. They pushed and pulled, catch and lunge, building the pressure more and more within him. The surge formed deep, sizzling his scales. He slowed, a breathy, yearning moan escaped from him. The storm's ferocity swirled on. One more push, one more pull. Quaking, an ardor need, desperation to at last scratch that itch.
Then, the mountain erupted. Neltharion slammed against Malygos, releasing into the abyss. His paws held his mate still as the rush consumed him. His body was glowing with the fire, scales pulled tight against the swelling muscle, skin threatening to rupture. He filled his mate and he trumpeted into the squall.
Malygos bellowed as the tsunami crashed upon him, swallowing him. The surge that exploded from Neltharion entered him. Energy entwined in matter, brightening, electrifying. He joined in the climax, adding his voice to the chorus. His body swelled with the rushing wave, his blue scales bathed in brilliant radiance. His once dimmed crystalline spines came to new life.
Before the backwash of the tsunami could force Neltharion back, his body raged on, hungry for more. Though the Earth-Warder's mind had spiraled into the depths of his own unconsciousness while his body ran on raw instinct.
The heat was stolen away with the darkness as he sank further down, replaced by the cold. He could no longer sense Malygos, feel his mate's comforting warmth against him.
Just darkness.
Just loneliness.
Just nothingness.
Then, a voice, familiar to him reached out as a new warmth began to envelop him. A warmth Neltharion pulled back from.
Having fun, little whelp?