Beginning the Game
The
bed landed with a crash that echoed through the chamber, fragments of wood
exploding in all directions. Neltharion's great weight smashed through it
without pause, the impact with the smooth stone floor enough to send him rolling
to his side.Jace
and Nameria bounded through the portal a moment later, shifting to draconic
form mid-fall. They spread their wings to slow their descent, the flash of the
collapsing portal casting their shadows over Neltharion's form as they
landed. Their
black-scaled forms towered over the human-sized Aspect. Neltharion
merely glanced their direction, only a moment passing before he turned and
walked away.The
brightly lit center of the cavern receded behind him, their concerned glances
unseen against his back. He hunched in on himself as he went, his size growing
as he neared a shadowed depression in the corner of cavern. He turned and
collapsed into the rocky hollow immediately, wings wrapping his form like a
dark blanket, eyes tightly shut as he lay on his side, shivering.The
two females slowly approached, his soft sobs perforating their senses."So...how is he?" Serinar asked,
approaching the two females. The concerned look he cast in Neltharion's direction belied
his normally upbeat mood."Distraught," said Jace."I can see," said Serinar,
concern rippling across his snout as he took in Neltharion's collapsed form. "How did he take the
idea of the two of you having whelps with Ruthian?""He said nothing," said Nameria."He's afraid, Serinar," said Jace. "He's afraid...and...""I don't know how we can
even..." Nameria lowered her
head. "I don't know if we can
convince him.""Try," said Serinar. "Ruthian has been
preparing himself.""Serinar," said Jace, meeting
his eyes. "Do us a favor--tell Ruthian to
wait for a moment. At least until we've figured out what we can do to...convince
Neltharion. We shouldn't overwhelm him too
much. Keep the flight away for the
moment as well. Don't crowd him.""Right," said Serinar."He needs to feel needed,
wanted," said Jace. "Calia ripped his
heart out, and Garrosh destroyed almost everything he...everything we hold
dear. And I think...Neltharion believes
he has failed us.""He needs this,
Jace," said Serinar. "We all need
this. We need to find--or create--light in the
darkness. We need hope, a future.""We can do this," said Nameria. "I know we can. He needs us.
He needs to know he is still loved.""I know you two can
do it," said Serinar. "I'll wait for you,
and signal Ruthian when you are ready."Serinar
turned, leaving through one of the side caverns, paws heavy on the warm grey
stone.Jace
and Nameria approached Neltharion, laying gently against his side. Jace rested
her head upon a wing, scaled side pressing against him. Nameria nuzzled against
his neck, trying to draw his attention. "Neltharion," whispered Nameria. "Please...don't hide from us.""We want you," said Jace. "We need you.""Don't abandon us."A
soft rustle was their only answer, the edge of Neltharion's wing lifting
slightly in hesitant invitation. Jace nudged herself underneath, laying more
fully against his side."Neltharion," said Jace. "This...would bring so much
happiness to us all."A
whimper sounded from Neltharion's
head, a tremor rippling from nose to tail.
His eyes remained closed tightly, tears cascading down his scales like
tiny brooks. Jace drew herself closer, tongue
flicking softly against his cheeks, clearing the tears.Nameria
joined her attempt at comfort, gently running her talons along the metallic
plating upon his back. Inviting warmth
escaped between the edges of his armor, and she placed her head upon the back
of his neck, a deep thrum rolling through her neck. Neltharion
shivered at their touch, his motion lessening as they continued, too-tight neck
muscles slowly relaxing."It's alright," said Nameria. "It's going to be
alright."Jace
shifted, resting her head against the great barrel of Neltharion's chest."We love you," said Nameria."We love you so
much," said Jace. "But it hurts when
you hide from us...it's like you do not
care about us."Neltharion
whimpered, flinching as if struck.Nameria
cooed, brushing her paws down his neck."Please, Neltharion," said Nameria. "Please, help
us. Give us this. Show us you love us."At
last, the Aspect spoke, jaws that could rend a mountain passing a too-tiny
voice."I...I do love you...""Then--why won't you help us?" Nameria asked."Ruthian isn't related; we may
have many strong clutches from him," said Jace."I...don't know..." Neltharion
whispered.
"...I...don't
know...""Tell us--what are you afraid
of?" Nameria asked."What you ask...I...don't know if I can...""You won't be mating with
us," said Jace. "Ruthian will.""We just want you to
fill Ruthian," said Nameria. "Fill him with your
energy so that he may pass it to our unborn whelps.""Mate with Ruthian
and impart your energy," said Jace. "Connect with us, connect with the new
hope for our flight. Participate in the network that binds us to each-other,
strengthens us, makes us a true flight. Let us share your love, and share our
love to you...that's all we want.""We want a healthy
flight, Neltharion," said Nameria. "We have the opportunity
to begin again. We all need this hope."Neltharion
rumbled, swallowing dryly: "A
hope that may be fleeting...""A small hope is
better than no hope. And it's
far better than having one of us mate with Serinar," said Nameria. "Or having me mate
with my brother Siderion."Neltharion
winced, face furrowing in revulsion at the thought of siblings producing whelps
together."No--it won't be that way," said Nameria,
picking up on his concern. She pressed
her lips against his cheek. "It
will never be that way again. Ruthian
will be our mate. And new whelps will
bring happiness to the flight.""The new whelps...they would still be
siblings to each-other," said Neltharion. "They...they won't be able to find
mates, find consorts when they are older. They won't be able to make
more whelps when they are older...""One step at a time," said Jace. "One step at a
time. We will find more unrelated black
dragons. But to convince them to join us they must see that you are doing your
duty--filling us with
your power to make us stronger, make us connected. They need an invitation, need to see hard
proof. More whelps and stronger dragons
will bring them to you, to us.""They'll have faith in
their Aspect once more," said Nameria."We want to take
care of whelps again," said Jace.Neltharion
turned his head and met her eyes, indecision rippling through his expression. It
was clear he needed more convincing. Jace lifted her head."Serinar!" she called. "Bring the eggs!"At
the word "eggs" Neltharion lifted
his head, eyes drawn to the opening into a nearby side-cavern. Serinar walked
through, flanked by a couple of drakes. They walked with care, eggs gently cradled
in their mouths. Once by Neltharion they lowered their heads to the ground, a
delicate motion setting the eggs before their Aspect."They've been hardening
since you last seen them," said Serinar. "We've kept them warm over a crusted lava pit. And I talk to them every day."He
pointed to the egg on the far right."This one twitched when
I told him a joke," he said."Two females and one
male," said Jace. "You can smell them.""They're healthy," said Serinar. "But I'm sure they would
love to have some...cousins to play
with. Not enough whelps here, and whelps
need other whelps--to play with, learn
with, grow with."Neltharion
reached out his senses, listening to the beat of their hearts. The sound was
clear, healthy and strong, vibrations rippling through the ground. He reached out, a paw gently caressing one of
the shells as he probed the egg with his seismic sight. A
tiny paw reach out, touching the inside of the egg under his paw.The
little whelp inside knew her grandfather was reaching out to her.A
tear dropped from his cheek.He
gently retracted his paw, looking down at Nameria."I am still afraid...I might...hurt him...if I impart too
much energy," he said. He took a
shuddering breath. "What if he ends up
like Sintharia?""If you're afraid of that...then we can help," said Nameria. "Let us take
control.""We'll guide you,
direct you, and help you control yourself. And we'll pick up the burden of the decisions
so you need not worry--just concentrate on
filling Ruthian and enjoying yourself." said Jace. "Trust us.""Let the girls take
the reins," Serinar added. "It will help.""Ruthian is largest
and strongest of us; trust that he can take whatever you can give," said Jace."Ruthian wants this?" Neltharion asked."As much as we do," said Jace."What can I say?" Serinar asked. "The flight's all in agreement--they all want this,
all want him filled. Ruthian smells really
nice.""Cinnamon spice in a
sea of mundane," said Nameria,
sniffing the air unconsciously at the memory. Jace
nodded to Serinar, and he and the drakes withdrew, taking the eggs back to the
warmth of the brooding chamber. She pulled herself out from underneath
Neltharion's wing, giving him
space. He shrank until he was only slightly larger than Ruthian, rolling to his
back to give them access.His
breath slowed as he let them lead, legs relaxing as the two females grazed
their talons down his belly. They
wanted to work him up slowly, let him relax and get used to the sensations.Neltharion
closed his eyes, his legs gently trembling, spreading to reveal the slit of his
vent. Gentle touches followed the motion, the females running their tongues over
the fine scales surrounding his vent. "He is very empty," said Jace. "Ruthian...you know. He needs to be filled properly.""For the health of
the eggs," said Nameria."Health of the eggs..." Neltharion breathed,
focusing on their machinations, moist warmth bathing his sensitive scales.
Their talons tickled his thighs."Healthy eggs...for a flight that
desperately needs them," said Nameria."So few whelps," said Jace.A
wave of electricity arced up his spine, the foreshock making his vent quiver. He thrusted his hips as it passed, vent
swelling. The scales parted as it
expanded, a growing rift opening to expose deep blue skin. A clear liquid dribbled
out, saturating the air with deep scent.
Nameria reflexively recoiled from the smell. To
Nameria and to Jace, it reeked.It
was not meant for them.Warmth
rose under their paws, Neltharion's form heating up. It pressed their
talons back, his muscles growing, swelling against his black scales. His talons raked the smooth stone floor.Nameria
looked around in surprise, trying to find the trigger for Neltharion's sudden reaction.Ruthian's massive, bulky
form was approaching, walking with his normal quiet confidence.Neltharion's eyes shot open, burning
orange in their sockets. His head
snapped up, eyes boring into Ruthian. Ruthian
froze at the stare, steps faltering. Something
was wrong.Ruthian
tasted the air in query, warmth rising inside him. The taste brought a
tightness, heat starting to throb between his thighs as he huffed more deeply. His vent moistened in response, his own scent
spilling out into the air. The
Great Black took a deep breath as their scents mixed. His lips trembled, tongue
lashing out to lick them hungrily. "Neltharion..." said Jace. "Uh..."Neltharion
ignored her."Neltharion, calm
down..." said Nameria.He
snapped at her.Ruthian
struggled, puffing his chest out and mantling his wings in defiance of the
growing pull between them. He tensed his heavy muscles, shuffling awkwardly as
he resisted the swelling between his thighs.
Neltharion
growled, the sound echoing through the chamber in portent. The tone deepened,
ground vibrating as his member erupted from his vent. It grew, the lips of his
vent expanding and contracting as each growing spine pressed through. Bursts of
heat shot through his body as meter after meter was revealed, his muscles
swelling in response. A burning need
began to build, a need to fill his mate. His member's tremendous spines
flexed with the beat of his heart, the head ballooning ever larger."Girls...I don't know if I can...fight it much
longer..." Ruthian said, tone
level and calm at the surface. Yet the undercurrent of stress was clear in his
voice, great muscles straining against an increasingly heavy burden, a flicker
of concern in his eye.They
were running out of time.Neltharion
bellowed at Ruthian's defiance, muscles
coiling up. His talons raked the ground, gouging tracks in the stone.His
power was gathering, control eroding, as the shaft of his great erection fully
emerged from its cavern. It swelled,
widening, the testicles at its base inflating with his power. The veins pulsed a dull orange.Ruthian
turned again to Nameria, a flicker of worry breaking through his stony
expression.He
was not ready to take on the unrestrained fury of the powerful Aspect's libido. A
flash of inspiration struck Nameria, and she leaned down to lick the base of
Neltharion's member. Her
tongue traced the edge of a spine, licking the surface, before wrapping to the grove
underneath.Neltharion
shuddered in response, his talons loosening their grip on the stone floor.Encouraged,
she curled her tongue around one of his full testicles, tracking its oval shape.
Jace followed her example, reaching
forward to lick under the conical head. She rounded the tip, a drop of orange oozing
it's way out in
response.She
lapped it up, turning to gently lick on Neltharion's tip. Neltharion's tensed muscles
relaxed, a whoosh sounding as his breath escaped in a rush. He shivered at their motions, turning to
Nameria with a look of gratitude--and confused fear. His
eyes still burned like hot coals, instincts alight."I...don't know if...if we can continue," managed Neltharion.
"I don't understand what
happened...what's happening...""It's alright," said Jace. "We've got you."They
nuzzled him, emitting a deep resonant thrum from their chests, calming.Ruthian
watched the exchange, relieved that they were able to comfort Neltharion's distress. He
allowed his muscles to relax as some of the pressure receded.
But there was still an undercurrent he could not ignore--there was no
calming Neltharion down, not completely. Not until Neltharion was satisfied.Ignoring,
or running from it would not make it better--it had to be addressed, head on.He
could see Neltharion's confusion, how
his form trembled in anxiety.Neltharion
was afraid, didn't trust himself.A
deep pulsing ache rose in his chest at Neltharion's distress; it was painful to see him
so distraught. Because Neltharion was trusted, was loved--he did, the girls
did, the flight did.Neltharion
just needed to connect with them, to drive that connection as deep and far as
possible, until the truth was inescapable to him.The
thought crystalized, his determination setting like a diamond.He
would ensure that came to pass--take
on whatever was needed, no matter how great it was or how long it lasted. He'd continue until
they were all satisfied, all connected to each-other, no matter how much he had
to take on to do so.He
would not let the flight down.Not
let Neltharion down.Decided,
Ruthian brought himself alongside Neltharion's head, within easy reach of
Neltharion's tremendous,
inescapable strength. He then turned, stepping over the Aspect's neck and lifting
his tail--exposing his rump
to Neltharion.Neltharion
gasped as Ruthian presented himself, quivering vent directly overhead. It consumed his vision, scent blanketing his
awareness. The
sight, the scent exploded across his senses.An
urge rose: hot, powerful. He wanted nothing more than to taste it, taste what
his instincts were screaming for. He
leaned his head up, his thick tongue feeding into Ruthian as he licked and
slurped at the opening. He took great heaping breaths full of Ruthian's scent, huffing
deeply as he worked, motions becoming more insistent. A
moan unhinged from his mate, Ruthian's quivering muscles telling him
volumes.A
breath brushed the head of his member, warm softness engulfing the swollen tip
as Ruthian took it into his wide mouth, suckling. As
he began his powerful suckling, Ruthian shivered, relaxing muscles freeing his
member. Neltharion wrapped his tongue around the shaft as it emerged, guiding
it into his jaws. He squeezed it tightly as it slowly pushed out from the vent,
driving deep, pleased rumbles from Ruthian's throat."My lord..." Ruthian breathed.Neltharion's parted his jaws,
tongue sliding upward to dive into his mate's anus. Ruthian
seemed empty.He
needed to be filled.The
females caressed Neltharion's
chest."You're doing well," said Nameria.Neltharion
broke away, panting heavily."I...still feel the need
to mount...""The pull is very
strong," Ruthian confirmed,
voice level."Alright," said Jace. "I do not think we
can hold it off for long," Ruthian added.Nameria
and Jace's eyes met, a
silent agreement passing between them."Go connect with him...connect with
each-other," advised Nameria.
She nudged Ruthian forward to Nel's head, a glance at
Nel's
member making her meaning clear. "We'll help you get seated."Jace
leaned to Neltharion. She nuzzled his
snout, a deep rumble spilling from Neltharion's jaws in reply."Just hold on--only for a little
while longer," she said."It is...almost agonizing...to hold..." Neltharion panted,
tension rising in his muscles."Shhh..." said Jace. She nuzzled along the edge of his chin. "You're
doing well. It's going to be
alright."He
leaned into her and nuzzled her snout, purring deeply, his panting growing
deeper.Nameria stepped aside as Ruthian backed off. He stepped away,
turning around to face Neltharion, then stepped over Neltharion's neck to stand
astride Neltharion's head. Neltharion's panting sped as
he looked up, Ruthian's heavy shaft
hovering overhead, highlighted against the yellowish-orange scales of Ruthian's chest and
stomach. He lifted his head, running his tongue over the spines
covering Ruthian's member, tongue
curling over the tip. Ruthian thrusted
against the Aspect's tongue, a
deep rumble escaping his heavily-built form."Ruth," said Nameria. "Easy.
Start moving down."She
helped to guide Ruthian down, the great muscular girth of Neltharion's chest forcing
Ruthian to spread his hind legs wide as he straddled the Aspect, getting into
position. Neltharion's member lay against his abdomen,
ponderous size filling the space up to his forelegs.She
nudged Ruthian to lift his tail, his quivering opening hovering just above the
widening tip of Neltharion's own member. Jace came up on his other side, joining her.Their
wings rustled in anticipation at the sight...The
broad tip pressed against Ruthian's opening. The
thick shaft lined up in portent behind the heavy male.Ruthian's muscles straining
as pushed himself back, muscular opening stretching around the conical head as
it slowly pressed inward.Neltharion's thighs spasming
as his spines stretched Ruthian wide, interlocking ridges and groves slipping
and catching as they sank inward.Ruthian's
muscular rear stretching around the broadening
shaft, more and more of its heavy length disappearing within him, Neltharion's deep pleasured
rumbles vibrating the chamber.Ruthian's suppressed moan
as he descended.The
sight of him laying down atop Neltharion as he took a breather, their chests
heaving against each-other as both males panted heavily.Jace
snapped out of her stare, heart pounding, moist heat rising between her hind
legs as she traced the path of Neltharion's member, from base, to where it
burrowed into Ruthian's form...to how deep it ran.
She moved up to Ruthian's side, pressing a
paw against the side of his muscular stomach.Its
girth was noticeably greater.She
shivered as she rubbed a paw over its surface, looking forward to Ruthian's front. The the
two males were rubbing noses, Ruthian's deep voice resonating as he spoke.
His levelheaded, stoic nature was infectious, the anxious quiver of Neltharion's muscles calming
as Ruthian reassured him.She
looked to Nameria, a knowing look on her face as a thought passed between them.Ruthian
wasn't quite
fully seated.Not
yet.They
moved together, each wrapping a forepaw around one of Ruthian's large thighs. He
twitched at the sudden touch.He
did more than twitch when they both pulled backward.Their
muscles bunched as they threw their strength into the effort, paws digging into
the ground as they dragged Ruthian further down Neltharion's member, toward
the wide base. Their excitement built, pleasurable
warmth spreading through their forms as they they stretched Ruthian around the
titanic member, filling out his quivering form as it sank more deeply. The
sight was intoxicating, urging them forward as they worked to stuff Ruthian
full.Neltharion's pleasured moans
filled the air, anxiety momentarily forgotten as his member was engulfed in
soft warmth. His moans became gasps as the girls continued to work, thighs
twitching as the train of spines lining his member rubbed through the sequence
of ridges lining Ruthian's interior.Neltharion
looked down at Ruthian as the girls worked, Ruthian's normal calm
belied by the quiver of his muscles and the soft pleasured murmurs that escaped
his grasp. He rumbled at the subtle shiver of Ruthian's heavy form
against his chest, the dusky orange liquid spattering onto his abdomen from
Ruthian's member, both
arriving in concert with bursts of pleasure marking the moments when each
successive spine pushed deep into Ruthian.He
laid back, following the girl's
directions to let them take control, to enjoy himself.For
the pleasure was indescribable, the taste of Ruthian's scent enkindling,
the feeling of stuffing Ruthian's
heavy, bulky form intoxicating.He
let the feeling wash over him as the girls directed.Nameria
caught Neltharion laying back, his overwrought anxiety beginning to lessen as
he came more into the moment. It was heartening, confirmation of what the
flight had thought--that Neltharion
needed to reconnect with them, and that Ruthian was the key--the more he filled
Ruthian, the more present and connected he became, the more they could reach
him through his distress.The
more they could prove to Neltharion that he was cared for, was connected to
them.Ruthian
shifted in her grip, his hind-legs relaxing, spreading further apart to make
their work easier.She
knew in that moment he had seen Neltharion's reaction too, knew what it meant--probably before she
or Jace had noticed. He
would not let them down. Not let the flight down.Not
let Neltharion down.Her
eyes felt wet, proof of his caring clear. For
their situation was dire--a world against
them, their species near extinction, and threats around every corner--including those
that would target Ruthian as a way to take their future from them. For
he was the only unrelated dragon they had--and might ever have. They
needed him empowered as guard against those that would see him eliminated,
needed him filled as a way to connect to their Aspect & keep him connected
to them.And
Ruthian knew it--and wanted it.For
all of them.For
Neltharion.And
she knew that Ruthian would throw himself into that task--to ensure he was
filled as much as possible, to take on however much the Neltharion and the
flight wanted him to take, as often as the Neltharion and the flight wanted,
needed. So they could all connect, share in it, and enjoy it.A
smile rose at the thought.For
she had seen the subtle looks the flight cast in Ruthian's direction, the
way they sniffed the air when he passed by, the little nuances Ruthian had
missed. And especially the whispered conversations between drakes and dragons--their hidden dreams
and fantasies involving the thick, burly male, the strength of their attraction
and intensity of their drive to see Ruthian filled, to be filled by him.Ruthian
had no idea.No
idea that the entire flight wanted him as full as an ocean. And that they'd ensure the full
power of Neltharion's thick, burly form
and the full intensity of Neltharion's powerful emotions
was focused solely on filling and expanding him for as long as it took to get
there. Neltharion
had far more to give than a mere ocean.It
would be more than Ruthian could even imagine.And
the entire flight would ensure it stayed beyond anything he could
imagine, beyond anything he could fathom--both this time, and every time in the
future.They'd enjoy every
moment.She
definitely would.She
looked to Jace, noticing the matching look on her face, knowing without asking
she had traversed the same line of thought, and reached the same conclusion.Together
they both resumed their efforts, directing their strength to seat Ruthian fully.They
continued until his deep shudder indicated he was seated, his forelegs wrapped
around Neltharion's chest just under
Neltharion's own, his panting
deep. His abdomen had filled out noticeably from Nel's great size, the
dribble from his member and the spasming muscles of his rear marking the
pleasure he managed to keep from his expression. Even at Ruthian's great size some
of Neltharion's length remained
outside, exposed ridges and swollen testicles quivering with Nel's stimulation.Their
eyes traced the sights of their handiwork, tightness and heat growing between
their thighs, a shiver propagating from the region.
They
were almost ready to begin the game.