An Empty Nest (N7Biotic & Spirit)

[Spirit]

The turn of the century saw the dwindling of the dragon population and the rise of the mortal races. In the old days, dragons had ruled the world using their superior size and strength to put mortal populations under their control often with an iron fist. However, the dragons were largely too self interested to cooperate with one another as opposed to the mortals, who after their own wars, negotiated a treaty which united them against the dragons. Soon enough, the race of dragons were wiped out, what few of their kind hid in caves instead of taking to the skies as they did freely back in the old times. Others took refuge in mortal settlements, often disguising themselves as humans, orcs, elves, or dwarves in order to avoid detection.

Sylsarsanos was his old name- his true name- one in which he hadn't been called by in hundreds of years. He was a silver dragon, and one of the few left remaining, perhaps the only one alive. He was at a train station, disguised in human form, waiting for it to arrive as he leaned against the wall, twiddling his thumbs. When he thought about it, it almost scared him how comfortable he had gotten in human skin.

What he could never get used to, however, were the uncomfortable clothes that humans wore for the sake of "modesty". Atop his head of platinum blonde hair which was worn long and loose was a woolen flat cap. His cap and bangs were tilted down slightly, obscuring the bright purple color of his eyes. He learned not to draw too much attention to them, though it seemed most mortals were unaware of what his eyes signified, especially the newer generations who had never seen a living, breathing dragon. He wore brown corduroy overalls over a white shirt with leather shoes. Despite his discomfort, Sylsarsanos tried his hardest to look natural.

In his human form, Sylsarsanos was known as Sullivan, who lived in High Grafhurst and was on his way to work in the factories on the far edge of the city. The factory he worked in mass-produced empty spell tomes which would be sold to aspiring young mages everywhere. Like everybody else, Sylsarsanos hated the work.

That morning, Sylsarsanos was early to the station. A train ran all throughout the city of High Grafhurst, traveling between its four districts with one separate track around the city for travelers to come and go. This particular station sat open air where one could see the sun rising up through the fog. That early in the morning, the train station wasn't too bad. It wasn't until later when all the commuters rushed from their houses to catch a train that was already late. It was strange for Sylsarsanos to arrive so early though, especially considering that the trains were often late. Unlike the humans, Sylsarsanos didn't have the need to rest save for the extended periods of hibernation he took, which he passed off to his boss as "visiting family in New Brundale". He simply had nothing to do to pass the time in his house. In hindsight, it might have been more convenient to have disguised himself as an elf due to their longer lifespans and proclivity to work fewer hours. "Maybe next time" he pondered to himself.

 

[N7Biotic]

It's been years since she's felt the wing under her wings. Flying freely without a care in the world. She missed it so much, she missed all of it. She hated the way the smoke of the mortal machines dirtied its natural beauty, it felt wrong in some many ways. When Casantiolth, her old name before the fall, looked up to the sky, all she could think about was how her kind use to dominate it. That was until the mortals came together when her kind were too stubborn and solitary to do the same, herself included. She was a young fool then and now she lived the rest of her life in a skin she'll never be comfortable in. Casantiolth hated living amongst the far weaker species, but it was the only thing she could do to survive. It was the only thing her species could do to survive. How many were left? A hundred? Fifty? Ten? Or was she the last of them? It was impossible to know now. Not when she was forced to use a pair of legs she wasn't born with. However, if she found just one other dragon, maybe things could get better. If they were female, then she would have companion unlike the sheep that surrounded her. If they were male, however...they may be the only one that could save their species and maybe even restore them to their rightful place. She would even mate with a slimy slimy sliver dragon if it meant saving their kind.

Casantiolth was born a black dragon, one of the most dangerous kind. Black dragons were the most aggressive out of all the other kinds of dragons, but also the most feared. Not quite as rare as the sliver dragons, but strong. However, the sliver dragons and the black dragons fought over territory since they typically liked the same type of lairs and areas for food. It lead to centuries of fighting between the two that to this day never got a resolution. It was too late for one. If they had just banded together, even if the other kinds refused to, the black and sliver dragons alone could have killed enough mortals and their magic and machines to stop the fall of dragon kind, but no they were all too stubborn and selfish to see the bigger picture. There was nothing she could do about it now, but dislike for the sliver ones was in her blood, if she had to mate with one for the sake of their species, she would do it much to her discomfort. It would be their only chance to retake the skies and reclaim their status as the ultimate beast.

It was difficult finding a job for a woman, even a elvish one like she chose to disguise herself as to explain her long life and youth. The only job a woman could actually acquire always had something to do with sewing and cleaning. The mortals are foolish in their ways in more ways then one it seemed, but there was nothing she could do about it. She managed to find a job in a factory for sewing work where the other females seemed to have nothing but pleasant conversations with each other while they try to ignore the way their fingers grew raw and bled from the endless hours working the needle. Casantiolth, or Cassie her mortal name was, never had bloody fingers even when she stabbed her finger with the needle, but none of the others seemed to notice. She would take days off of work with the excuse of some family matter or some Elvish ritual to hibernate for a bit before coming back to the women always so glad to see her. They seemed kind enough and she returned their kindness, but on the inside she loathed them all.

The wind started to blow her long raven black hair before fading away to let her hair fall back down her lower back. Her short side swept banes were slightly messed up, but she fixed them easily with running her fingers through them. It still felt wrong to have hair to her. Her eyes were ruby red and sparkled like the gem that shared colors with them. None seemed to question that her eyes were unnatural for her race, but she chalked it up to either they didn't care or were too blind to notice. Her simple red dress with a visible black underskirt will forever be somewhat uncomfortable, being forced to wear clothing was idiotic in her book since it reduced her movement, but at least her legs had freedom to move around, just not very quickly in black heeled boots. Her skin was lightly tanned from the sunlight, but she still longed for the black scales that once covered her body.

She sighed softly before reaching the train station. Once again, Casantiolth had been early, but it was good for her to be since the trains always seemed to be off schedule and it was nice to have a few moments of peace without the crowds nearly suffocating her. She sat down on a bench, not far from a man who was leaning against the wall. However, she quickly noticed the man's platinum hair and though it was odd for a human to have such a hair color. It wasn't too common amongst them, but she had seen it from time to time. Rather it was curiosity or instinct, Casantiolth felt the need to approach him. She wanted to see his eyes. She couldn't see them from where she was due to his hat and his banes, but maybe she could have another approach to it. Casantiolth knew it was near impossible for him to be a dragon in hiding, but she couldn't shake the feeling that the possibility was there. Deciding to take a risk, Casantiolth got up from the bench and approached the man a little shyly as she seen woman do when approaching the opposite sex. "Excuse me sir.", she called out as she got close in a sweet voice, "Do you know when the train arrives? I normally don't come this early." Casantiolth kept her own eyes open, blinking only when she had to. If he really was a dragon, he would notice that she was the second he looked into her eyes.

 

[Spirit]

At the time, Sylsarsanos had been sipping on a cup of coffee. As a dragon, the caffeine really didn't do anything for him, though the robust and bitter taste along with its warmth was pleasant. Plus, it served to make his disguise look all the more convincing. When he heard someone call out, Sylsarsanos took a half second before considering it was addressing him. It wasn't often that someone had called him for something outside of work. He took a quick glance. It was a woman, and an elf. That was all the information he could glean out of such a quick look.

Sylsarsanos shifted his coffee cup from his right hand to his left before tracing a circle in the air in front of him with his finger tip. From it, the outline of a clock formed out of misty blue energy. Time telling was a simple cantrip most people had learned. A Wizards' Guild in each time zone carried a special time stone which synched up the magic, letting everybody who was able to cast the spell know what the local time was. For Sylsarsanos, watching this magical clock tick away was one of the few ways he knew to pass the time. Of course, his workplace already had a clock. Keeping one himself was redundant while he was working. "Schedule says eight thirty," he answered, "which is fifteen minutes from now. I'd give them thirty." The train being late was probably for the best. After all, so were most of the people.

When he looked down to check the time, a glimpse of his eyes could be seen, just barely through his bright strands of hair. They glowed with an unnatural bright purple coloration which was definitely nothing a human could ever have. Silver dragons though were well known for being superficial, audacious, regal, and proud. This man was far too soft spoken to be a silver dragon even if his eyes seemed to suggest otherwise. Just as soon as he looked down, he turned his head back to to watch the train tracks, his eyes barely able to be seen through his bangs and the fog.

At that point, Sylsarsanos didn't much care for finding another dragon. He clutched a necklace he was wearing under his button-down. It must have been something important to him. The girl next to him might have been a beautiful elvish woman. Sylsarsanos actually did have a taste for them, as much as he'd hate to admit, though he wasn't driven enough by these urges to pay so much attention to this stranger. It was all the better for him, actually. Sylsarsanos had only ever seen one dragon before, his mother, so it was impossible to really know why. Though instinct must have pushed him to feel some sort of deep seated hatred against black dragons, perhaps due to their generations long feud which had gone on before the first humans were even created.

With his left hand, Sylsarsanos took another sip of his coffee. "No." He reassured. "I like it though. It's quieter." His voice was soft and breathy- nothing like the usual deep, sonorous and commanding roars silver dragons were typically known for and his sentences were choppy unlike the usual verbose nature of silver dragon speech. Of course, he did also speak in Common and not Draconic. It's been so long- he didn't even know if he could speak it anymore.

 

[N7Biotic]

Casantiolth was bit tad bit annoyed that the man only gave her a quick glance and he never seemed to have any real interest in her, but in a way it only strengthened her suspicions. Dragons didn't really care about the affairs of mortals unless they needed to keep up appearances. Just like when the women at her work asked her about her life and she would always tell them something mundane so they wouldn't find much interest in her. Yet they always came back to ask her about something else. She watched as the man traced a circle with his finger to form a clock misty clock out of thin air. Her suspicions only grew bigger. Dragons tended to have stronger magical properties in their mortal forms as though the their abilities to breathe flames where being transferred into magical energy. Casantiolth herself had a few magical tricks of her own, but often saw no use for them. The ability to make a misty clock wasn't very difficult, but she didn't want to give the impression that she could do such things and make the reason of her asking him the time seem off. She couldn't risk scaring him away when he could be something she's been looking for.

She let out a cute chuckle like she's seen women do. "That sounds right to me. It always seems like the train is never on time." She smiled before studying the man some more. Her eyes widened a bit when she managed to get a better look at his eyes and finally discovered her suspicions have been correct after all, but she wasn't completely happy about it. His eyes were nothing like a human's eyes. Just like her own, they slightly glowed and were unnaturally colored for the race they chose. Sliver dragons typically had purple eyes, but she's seen other dragons with them as well. Perhaps, the discovery wasn't quite so bad after all. One thing was for certain, she had found another like herself, a male too. He could be the key for Casantiolth to feel the wing underneath her wings again. While it was hard to see them now while he stared at the train tracks, Casantiolth knew what she saw.

Her sharp eyes caught on that he was grasping something through his shirt, a necklace most likely and her curiosity grew. What else could this man be hiding? There was only one way to know however, and that was to convince him that she was more like him then he'd ever expect. If he wouldn't look at her, then there was another way to let him know without giving herself away to any potential mortals that might come their way. She wondered if he spoke Dragonic. Casantiolth wouldn't be surprised if he didn't, she herself could barely speak it, but she practiced one phrase over and over again until it was ingrained in her memory, even if the man didn't speak it, the sound alone would spark an understanding for there was no other thing that sounded quite like the Dragonic language. Casantiolth smiled at the man as he spoke despite the fact he wasn't looking at her. "It does seem oddly peaceful like this. The fog reminds me of the mountains that reached high above the clouds." That was her first hint, but she decided to go on anyways in case it went over his head. She leaned closer to him and whispered in a series of growls and soft roars, her breath heated a bit to feel like a gentle flame against his ear, "I am one of you.", before returning to her original stance. She was curious to see how the dragon in disguise would react to what she had said. If he would even react to her at all.

 

[Spirit]

The feeling of the elvish woman's hot breath on his neck at first seemed annoying, but apart from that strangely titillating. Though he looked like an adult man, as a dragon he was still a juvenile, especially as silver dragons took longer to age, and so the excitement definitely left him flustered. After getting over it though, he began to put together what this woman was trying to say to him... She herself was a dragon. Sylsarsanos tried to hide any feeling of excitement. It was definitely an exciting feeling for him, even if he wasn't going to show it.

"Um..." The man replied. He looked back down at her again, this time getting a closer look. Her eyes were like that of his mother's. Of course, his mother's eyes were purple like his own, though there was no doubt that this elf was not an elf at all but a dragon just like him. He wasn't quite sure how she knew about it. It must have been his eyes, which she had caught a glimpse of. In most instances, most people thought they were blue, and that's what most people say it is. Then, he sat down beside her. "What do you mean?" He asked, looking back to the train track. His posture looked shy and he seemed to not want to get too close, even if he was somewhat attracted to elvish women. It looked like he was trying to confirm that she was in fact a dragon, even if the closest of the dragon language he's heard had come from his mother and brief intimations he's had in dreams.

"Whatever it is you think I am, I'll assure you I'm not that" He replied half-jokingly. His attention was turned away from her, as if he didn't want to make eye contact. It wasn't as if he didn't want to meet another dragon, or that he knew he wasn't a dragon. Sylsarsanos knew that if he had been caught, he'd be killed... But it was something he didn't want to dwell on. Rather, he was shy. He had spoken to mortal women before, but the direct way this apparent dragon was speaking to him was very different, and the young Sylsarsanos had no idea how to react to it.

 

[N7Biotic]

The man's reaction wasn't what she expected. It wasn't a bad one mind you, but it was definitely an odd one. He must of been a bit of a younger dragon then herself seeing that he appeared a little flustered. She could hear his heart pounding a bit, but couldn't quite tell if it was excitement, nervousness, or a combination of both that did that to him. In any case, she knew he understood what she meant, maybe not the language itself, but what it indicated. It wasn't like she wasn't excited herself either. The idea of finally finding someone like herself among the sea of mortals was invigorating. It's been awhile since she's felt excited and happy. When he looked down at her, she looked up so that there's eyes met and he could see her own clearly. Casantiolth couldn't deny that his eyes were rather enchanting and easy to get lost in. She gave him a gentle smile as she stared up at him and found herself smiling without effort for once. Going to the train station earlier then usual was the best decision she's ever made.

When Casantiolth saw him moving to sit down next to her, she moved over slightly to give him more room so that they wouldn't be uncomfortably close together. Her head tilted a little at his question as she smiled. She looked around to make sure no one was around to hear them before giving him an answer, "I'm a winged beast myself cloaked in skin that isn't the one I was born with." She whispered, leaning a little closely. She knew his posture showed hints that he was sly, but she didn't want to risk anyone hiding and hearing them. Though, Casantiolth couldn't help, but find it kinda cute that he seemed so shy. "I can tell from your eyes. Mortals maybe blind to it, but I can see their purple." She chuckled a bit, "The women at my job think mine are brown. I don't know why, but that's how it is, but I guess it's better that way so they don't figure us out." She shrugged trying to be friendly and somewhat make her new friend more comfortable around her.

Casantiolth chuckled a bit from his words, but it was a joke. She was a bit worried though, she feared that this one may have become too comfortable in his human skin, but hopefully that wasn't the case. "You don't need to hide from me." She smiled, "I know you're more then what you seem to be. It's been so long since I talked to someone like me." She sighed happily before looking at the man again. "My true name is Casantiolth, but mortals call me Cassie. What about you?" She asked curiously and almost innocently. Casantiolth was talking more then she normally did, but now that she's found someone like herself, it was hard to keep herself silent. She wanted to know everything about him and maybe even more if things work as well as she hoped for them. They very well may be the last of their kind, but for now, she wanted to enjoy the company.

 

[Spirit]

"Sullivan" He responded. Even though Sylsarsanos knew his draconic name and she gave him hers, he hadn't quite trusted her enough that he would give her his own true name just yet. For all he knew, it could have been a wizard trying to capture him, using illusion magic to change the color of her eyes. Speaking draconic wasn't even that uncommon- many of the kingdoms that once worshipped dragons had taught the language to their young as part of their cultural heritage. It wasn't as if the language was even entirely lost. Thus, Sylsarsanos had every reason to be skeptical.

Still, if she really were a dragon, Cassie, as she called herself, might have a few answers that Sullivan didn't quite have. Not to mention, if she was so pretty in her mortal form, he could only imagine how much more beautiful she must have looked as a dragon- one of his own kind. So he had to make sure she was trustworthy somehow. The only question was, Sylsarsanos had no idea how to deal with women in such a way. He could frame it as a date, if only he hadn't just met this woman. "Are you going to be here again? I get off work at five so I'll be back at the station a little over half past. I don't know if that's in your schedule. If you get off first you can wait for me here, and if I get off first I can wait for you." He proposed. "I have a lot of questions I want to ask you."

Then, just before he could say any more, the train had arrived, and with it, a bunch of people. That early in the morning, there were fewer people getting in than those who got off. In a hurry and not wanting to lose her in the crowd, Sullivan grabbed Casantiolth by the wrist and carried her along with him into the train car. He sat her down first, showing her some human manners before sitting down himself next to her. All the while, he looked tentative in his actions, as if he wanted her permission before offering her a seat and before taking a seat himself.

 

[N7Biotic]

"It's nice to meet you then Sullivan." She responded with a kind smile. Casantiolth didn't blame him for being hesitant to give her his true name. Wizards and other mortals had somehow discovered a few dragons in disguise, so some have become hunters to seek out all the hidden dragons. Most mortals luckily, didn't really believe it was true, but there were still some out there actively working to find them. Casantiolth could also see how knowing the Draconic language wouldn't seal trust since it could still be learned to this day, but it was slowly fading away by those who didn't think cultural heritage was a thing worth dwelling into. She, herself may be a little too trusting of the man she just met, but there was just this gut feeling he had that he was a dragon in disguise and nothing more. Her gut hasn't let her down yet and she hoped she wasn't making a dreadful mistake by blind hope that she's finally found someone like her.

Casantiolth looked over to Sullivan when she heard his voice speak up again and smiled softly at him. He wanted to see her again. She supposed it was only natural for him to want to seeing how their both possibly the only ones of their kind left. She could see how he had questions. Sullivan seemed a little on the young side judging by his behavior so there may be plenty of things she knew and he didn't. "I can be here again." She smiled and chuckled a little, "I don't mind waiting if I get here early. When I get off all depends on how much we get done and I'll be willing to answer all the questions you have. Besides, I would like to see you again anyway." She smiled a little. Sullivan was nice company, even if he did turn out to be mortal and didn't try to kill her or turn her in, then she may have at least one mortal companion she enjoys being around. He was nice, not too loud, and she'd be lying to herself if she didn't think that his behavior was adorable in its own way.

Time flew by fast when Casantiolth talked to her new friend. She didn't even realize that the train would arrive already. The part she dreaded was coming. Casantiolth hated crowds. It was like she was being suffocated and it made her anxious. If only she could take off into the sky again, she wouldn't have to worry about crowds ever again. She was a bit surprised to feel Sullivan grab her wrist, but felt herself smile from his touch. Casantiolth, followed him closely, and his touch strangely made her feel more safe among the crowds that normally made her anxious. It was a nice change to not be on the verge of panic just to try to get to work. Once they were in the train car, it got a little easier as the crowd had to become more like a line. They managed to find a seat and Casantiolth sat down first, adding a "thank you", to Sullivan for offering first. She moved as far as she could down the seat to give him room. There was one good thing she could say about humans was they had manners for the most part and Sullivan played his part well. While they couldn't talk about being dragons anymore, it was nice just to feel him nearby.

 

[Spirit]

Sylsarsanos's voice was barely audible over the sound of the moving train and the commotion inside it. Without the proclivity to yell, he was barely understandable. Though, it wasn't as if he had much to say, not while all the humans were around. He couldn't exactly talk about being a dragon, after all, even if she did know about it. Whenever Casantiolth spoke, Sylsarsanos listened closely. He could tell she was a good deal older than he was and definitely much wiser. She reminded him somewhat of his mother, though didn't want to dwell too much on that topic for several reasons.

After about a half hour the train stopped. It was time for Sylsarsanos to head out. "I'll see you later." He promised, before hurrying off the train.

The factory horns billowed signalling the start of the work day. Sylsarsanos was an enchanter, and one among five who worked in the factory. They were there to stress-test and bind the spell books, making sure the product was of acceptable quality. Being a dragon, Sylsarsanos had no problem using his magic, and his colleagues weren't exactly slackers either in terms of magical capacity. Still, they were all just factory workers, and their job required very little in terms of skill and was in fact quite repetitive, as most jobs were in that particular factory. Lunch couldn't come soon enough, and ended soon after it started.

On the train home, Sylsarsanos's clothes were covered in magic dust from the factory. It shed off of his overcoat like fur off a cat, leaving a glittery mess wherever he walked until the magic dissipated into the environment. He checked the time. Five twenty. He was early. Quickly, Sylsarsanos dusted himself off in anticipation to meeting again with Casantiolth. He had been looking forward to seeing her again the entire day. Even though he hadn't confirmed it, he built up fantasies about her, dreaming up different ways of getting her to open up to him. He couldn't take her to his home just yet, but he thought about taking her to the mountains just outside of town. He thought she'd appreciate it. Most particularly though, the thought entered his mind that she would be his mate. After all, they were the only two dragons around, perhaps in the world. It seemed all too coincidental, almost to a point where it was suspicious, but that thought had left his mind long ago.

 

[N7Biotic]

While they couldn't talk very loudly or about anything they actually wanted to talk about, it was still a rather nice ride to work. Most of the time, Casantiolth spent her time on the train reading or just staring out the window with a stranger sitting next to her, but today, she had a nice, and slightly hard to hear, conversation with a friend. Even though they couldn't do anymore dragon talk, it was just nice having him near. Someone she could bond with over something that was too risky to bond over with anyone else. They talked about everything and nothing all at once, and Casantiolth probably would have enjoyed it for hours if neither of them had to leave. Once he left, Casantiolth felt a tinge of loneliness as she waved to him. She still smiled though and it's felt like a century since she's smiled so much. Casantiolth couldn't wait to see him again.

Work was as uneventful as usual. Her job required little magic to be used, mostly to work and move a few small things here and there so she wouldn't have to stop using her hands for sewing. It was tedious work for little pay, but her day went by a lot more pleasantly. Her co-workers seemed to notice her change in behavior too and ask what had made her so happy today. She simply let them know she met a friend while waiting on the train and it seemed to be enough for them. Casantiolth couldn't stop thinking about Sullivan and ended up stabbing her fingers more often then usual, but luckily she had thick skin and the needle only managed to leave little scratches behind. They only really stopped for short breaks and their lunches breaks which were just short breaks with food and tea, but Casantiolth worked harder then usual in hopes of being able to get to the train station faster. They must of done well, because the boss told them they were free to leave at a rather early time for her. The whole work day seemed to go by quickly, much quicker then usual, but Casantiolth wasn't one to complain. She said goodbye to all her co-workers and excitedly made her way back to the station.

The train ride back was more or less the usual affair. Crowds and lots of talking, but for some reason there was magic dust every where and she swore some got on her dress when she sat down, but luckily it was rather easy for it to come off when she got up. When it was time for her to leave, a bunch of others were getting off at the same stop as her, so it took her a minute to make it off the train. It was nearly six when she finally made it and she quickly looked around to see if Sullivan was waiting for her. She noticed the magic dust was all over the station too and wondered who had all this dust on them, but it really didn't matter. It took her a minute to finally see Sullivan waiting where they first spoke once the crowds started to become less clustered. Casantiolth waited a moment for the train station to clear before making her way too him. When she was close enough, Casantiolth greeted him sweetly, "Hell again stranger." She teased playfully before noticing the magic dust on him. Casantiolth giggled softly and dusted off his shoulder playfully as she spoke, "So you were the one who got dust everywhere." She teased with another giggle.

 

[Spirit]

"Part of the job" He answered playfully, though still with his usual, short, truncated, breathy half-sentences. There was dust on the train every evening he and his co-workers came back as part of the enchanting process. With all the books they had turned out, it was a wonder how they weren't completely caked in the stuff even after they shook it off at the end of the day. Sylsarsanos seemed to have a tinge of embarrassment as she helped him clean up. It was surprising to see how easily she opened up to him. Sylsarsanos had made some good friends with the humans he worked with and wondered if Cassie had done the same. Though she seemed happy in front of him, he could tell that perhaps something was wrong- that he may have been her only company. Still, he wish he'd have time to shower before meeting her, and really he did. Forty whole minutes with which he could have walked back to his tower block, bathed, put on a fresh change of clothes, and took her out on a nice night out at town, not that she was dressed all too classy herself after getting off work.

"Shall we go?" Was a rhetorical question. Sylsarsanos knew where he wanted to take Casantiolth and had already begun walking out of the train station. The stations, each at the edge of the city, were only a few minutes away from the city outskirts. The suburban areas were quiet, especially this late in the evening, so the two were able to make their way through it without much commotion. Sylsarsanos waved to the guards who patrolled the streets as they walked slowly by, tipping their helmets as Sylsarsanos tipped his hat. The town homes were rustic, built of wood and cobblestone. They had lawns and fences which kept them from one another.

Sylsarsanos's destination was the mountains, and at the end of the suburb was a hilly area and a steep climb. "I climb these on the weekend." Sylsarsanos said. Though they were together, he didn't stand too close to the girl. He was still a little skeptical about her nature and was a bit on edge. He couldn't let himself get too vulnerable, after all. The mountains were paved with a dirt road which spiraled around it. At the sides of the path grew tall evergreen trees. A wispy waterfall was at the side of the mountain, appearing to flow down to a small pond near the base. With his work shoes, it wasn't too difficult climbing the path, and even though he was in a human form, Sylsarsanos was far from feeling exhausted from the workout. All in all, it took about an hour to get from the train station up to Sylsarsanos's destination. It was a secluded area covered in trees, and through the trees the city could be seen, along with all its lights. A small lake was at the center of the secluded area where fish and turtles swam and appeared to be the source of the waterfall. The best part was that nobody was around.

 

[N7Biotic]

Casantiolth chuckled at his response. He still seemed a bit nervous, but at least they were making good conversation. She hoped she didn't make him wait too long. Casantiolth remembered Sullivan telling her he got off of work around five and it was six now. It also didn't help that she didn't look as nice as she did before, but the fact Sullivan wasn't super clean either did make her feel a little better. It actually looked a bit cute to see him covered in magic dust. While she herself didn't look as cute. Her hair was a bit disheveled and her fingers bore light scratches. Her dress was okay, but it definitely looked like she had worn it all day, which she did, but she hoped she was still at least somewhat good looking despite all of it. Sullivan didn't seem like he cared too much about it which was a bit of a relief. In fact, their disheveled and slightly dirty clothing was something they both used to be playful with each other. Casantiolth supposed she never noticed the dust before either because she wasn't actively looking for it or because normally, by the time she got off it had cleared away. Either way, she was just happy to be with Sullivan.

She smiled when Sullivan asked his rhetorical question and followed beside him. It seemed as though he already had an idea where he wanted to take them and Casantiolth was eager to see where that place was. Luckily, there wasn't too many eyes around during this time. Most mortals were home with their families or making their way to it. If anyone saw them leave the town, it wouldn't be of major concern. Sullivan seemed to be in the good favor of guards so she doubted they would stop them to ask any questions either. For a mortal town, it was peaceful. It was nothing compared to the mountains and skies, but it worked for a Elvish woman in disguise. Everyone tended to keep to their selves and the most strangers talked were for pleasant ways to kill time. If Casantiolth wasn't a dragon in hiding and just a mere mortal, she would have enjoyed the town much more, but the skies and mountains were her true home that she prayed she could someday return to.

Once they left through the town, it was nothing but wilderness for miles on. She looked at Sullivan as he spoke to her and smiled, "It looks lovely. I never know why I never explored beyond town. Maybe I just don't want to deal with people questioning me..." She supposed. Casantiolth had thought about visiting the outskirts of town, but always put it off from one reason or another. Her true worry was that she would get too lost in the idea of freedom that she would lose control and end up being spotted by someone, but she didn't want to think of that now with Sullivan by her side. Luckily, for her, it was very difficult for her to get tired by walking and Sullivan seemed to have little trouble with the trip either. The trip itself was refreshing. Tall trees surrounding her, the gentle breeze in her hair, the sound of a gentle waterfall, everything was as wonderful as she remembered. When it seemed they reached the place Sullivan wanted to take her to, Casantiolth found herself smiling even wider. The tall trees surrounding them would seclude them from any unwanted watcher while also giving them a peaceful look at the town. The lake in particular made her smile seeing the fish and turtles swimming in peace and without worry which reminded her of the old days. "It's so beautiful here, Sullivan..." She spoke gently, taking in the beauty of it all, "So peaceful too...thank you for bringing me here." She smiled at him as the wind gently blew through her hair.

 

[Spirit]

"Yes. It is." Sylsarsanos responded. In bringing Casantiolth to this place, he had part way hoped that the open area was enough for her to reveal her dragon form, even if just for a moment. With the size of the area, he knew that the two of them couldn't change at the same time without someone finding out what they were, and definitely not comfortably. "On the night of the new moon, it's hard to see up here, but I think those are the best times. My scales give off a sort of glow that makes me a little easy to spot otherwise." He explained. As a silver dragon, it was natural that there was the metallic sheen to his scales. His implication, however, was that during a new moon he would change the shape of his body so as to reveal his true form where only she could see it.

Overhead was an airship which made it a little loud for a moment, though it flew too high above the mountain for them to spot the two, not that either had revealed their true form just yet. "I know it's impolite, but how old actually are you? I've lived in this form for seventy years, but I'm a hundred and twenty now. My mother was four hundred when she had me..." He noted then abruptly stopped. Something seemed to have been bothering him. The boy sat down on a rock beside the lake as he watched the fish jump from it. "You know, I wonder how all these fish get here." He stated. "In the winter this lake would freeze over and you can see the fish underneath the ice. It's not very deep though, I'd say the deepest barely reaches up past my head." Then, Sylsarsanos took off his coat and took the straps of his overalls, throwing them over his arms before unbuttoning his shirt, folding it, and laying over a branch. His human form looked, a little too modest considering he could choose whatever form he wanted for himself with the exception of his eye color, though seeing as how he didn't want to draw attention to himself, it was easy to understand why he would. When his hat was off, down fell long locks of his blonde hair.

"Care to join me?" He offered, kicking off his shoes as he tested the water. It was late spring and though things were getting warmer, it was still fairly cold, especially with the wind chill. His overalls dropped to the ground and were draped over the same branch as his shirt and coat. Then, with his underwear on, Sylsarsanos stepped into the lake. The water was surprisingly a little warmer than the air above, and so it didn't take long for him to fully submerge himself in it. He shifted in the water as he lifted his underwear from the lake using his magic to place it on the branch to dry. "Um, I hope you don't mind. Human clothes is still a bit uncomfortable for me." He blushed.

 

[N7Biotic]

Casantiolth was admiring the beauty of nature, but there was also something else she wanted to do while she was here. She wanted to reveal her true self to him and hopefully, Sullivan would do the same. Her black scales wouldn't be too easily seen thanks to the cover of night, but with it still being the time most mortals were still awake, she was hesitant to take the risk it could bring. She hoped that soon, the lights in the town in the distance would start to disappear, then she would feel more safe about what she was going to do. She just hope Sullivan wouldn't mind the wait. One of them was going to have to reveal the truth to the other or else risk neither of them finding out the truth. Casantiolth decided that she would be the one to do it. She could tell just by the way he behaved that Sullivan would be too uncomfortable to be the one to do it first, but Casantiolth would happily take the risk if it meant finding a life long partner that was the same as her.

She looked up to the sky to see an airship flying high above them. The loud noise it had made startled her for a moment, but luckily it was too high up to notice the two of them among the darkness and tall trees. Her attention turned to Sullivan, hearing his voice speaking to her. Casantiolth noticed that when he talked about his mother, he stopped talking and became completely silent. She decided not to press him for information on what bothered him, but she had a faint clue it was something to do with his mother. Casantiolth wouldn't press him. If he was comfortable with her enough, he would come to her to tell her himself when he was ready. Instead, she decided to put focus on answering his question. "In the mortal world, I've lived a hundred years, but my true age is two hundred and ten." She answered with a gentle smile. Casantiolth smiled as Sullivan shared with her his thoughts with her and she found herself smiling a bit more, "I've never even thought about that. One of life's mysteries I suppose." She added with a bit of a playful tone. What he did next however, took her a bit by surprise. Sullivan had started to undress right before her eyes. She didn't want to question him seeing as he had an idea for something, but she wasn't quite sure what. Casantiolth couldn't help but admire his human form as more of it was revealed to her. While humans were by no means that attractive to her, there was something about Sullivan that made her feel something even in his mortal form. It was strangely...beautiful.

A little chuckle left her lips seeing now what Sullivan was doing. The water did look nice and she wondered how it would feel against her mortal skin like this. She thought for a moment, watching him step into the lake with ease before finally answering, "I...I think I will actually." She smiled. All of this was so new to her, but strangely magical too. Her cheeks blushed a little seeing he took off his underwear while in the water, but understood him he explained that clothes were uncomfortable to him. "I don't mind. Clothes are uncomfortable to me too, so...I hope you don't mind if I do the same." She blushed a little shyly for once before reaching behind herself to slowly pull the zipper of her dress down her back. Once she freed her shoulders from the sleeves of her dress, the rest came off on its own, pooling around her legs as she took off her heels as well. Her body looked soft to the touch, with curves that allowed the eye to wonder easily. Her bra concealed her heavy and firm breasts, while her panties concealed her more intimate place, but still allowed a good view of her firm and round rear. She placed her dress over a tree branch like Sullivan had before before turning to make her way to the lake. Slowly, Casantiolth stepped into the water and felt it was pleasantly warm. She slowly submerged her body underneath the comforting warmth before undoing her bra underneath the water and placing it onto the grass with her panties soon to follow. It was hard to see her naked form underneath the water thanks to the night, but the moonlight allowed just enough of her to be seen as she smiled sweetly at Sullivan before jumping a bit and accidentally grabbing onto him as she felt a fish brush against her leg. When she saw what had happened, she chuckled a bit nervously before saying, "Sorry, I...got startled. I didn't expect a fish to touch my leg." She added a bit playfully, but more nervous then anything as she went to take her hands off of him.

 

[Spirit]

It wasn't immediately evident that Sylsarsanos was even trying to be deep. Truth be told, he genuinely wanted to know how the fish got into the lake. He had a few theories: Perhaps people left their pet fish in the lake when they couldn't care for them anymore, though wouldn't it be easier to dump them in the pond at the bottom of the mountain rather than hike all the way up to the lake? Perhaps they swam up the waterfall. He had heard of fish being able to do such a thing, but there didn't look to be enough water at the waterfall to really swim up except during periods of heavy rain. So perhaps they waited for the rain? These were some of the distractions Sylsarsanos had made for himself, as it took him a minute to register that Casantiolth was going to undress in front of him. Shyly, he turned his head away. Though it was barely noticeable; the moonlight ahead slowly becoming the only source of illumination, the air and light pollution of the city even dimming that out; his face was beet red. Truthfully, he should have expected so much. After all, he was the one who got naked and told her to get in the water with him.

Slowly, Sylsarsanos turned his head back, taking small peeks but looking away when he saw she hadn't yet gotten into the water. "You know," he said after Casantiolth had joined him, "it never occurred to me how much clothing people wore. After... Well, I was raised by a human." Sylsarsanos began to explain. "And when I asked him, he simply pointed out "modesty", as if that meant something. Now though, I think I know what he means..." Sylsarsanos kicked his feet up and began to float on the water, moving his feet slightly to keep himself afloat while his hands were rested behind his head, fingers interlocked. With a sigh, he started "Still. I think I can get away with all this underwear business." After which, he realized he was still in someone else's company, diving back into the water. As he began to open up, it looked like his sentences became longer and had much more diverse verbiage. In a way, he was showing his true self.

While he was up, his naked body could be seen, his cock half-erect. He wondered why Casantiolth had to take the form of an elf of all things. Not to mention, she wasn't unattractive as an elf either. And then, she grabbed him. He wasn't too sure about her response but the closeness did give him a strange tingling feeling that he couldn't quite describe. He smelled her hair and had to stop himself from leaning into her. After registering the situation, Sylsarsanos put on a smile. "Yeah. That'll happen." He said, going back to his normal, choppy style of speech before shaking his head and splashing it with the lake water. "Dad used to bring me up here all the time. When he finally passed, I stopped coming here. But then the water at my tower block was backed up. I didn't shower for a few weeks and when I felt too dirty I climbed back up here to bathe in the lake. I mean, the water is back up but... It's still nice up here."

 

[N7Biotic]

The feeling of the warm water surrounding her felt so new to her. With her scales, she couldn't feel as much as her mortal skin could. Every inch of her was unprotected and vulnerable to every sensation the water offered. The warmth was especially comforting. As a dragon, she had a preference for the heat. A cave inside of volcano was the ideal dream home that most never get to claim due to the fact volcanoes weren't common in this part of the world, but the warmth of the water was pleasant and relaxing nonetheless. For a moment, Casantiolth allowed herself to be slightly submerged in the water, only allowing part of her face enter the warm water before her legs gently kept her afloat. She closed her eyes and let out a relaxed hum as her body felt the stress of her days slowly fading away into peace. Casantiolth opened her eyes a bit hearing Sullivan's voice once again and smiled a bit underneath the water. Her eyes widened a bit more to hear he had been raised by a human. However, she wasn't too awfully surprised since she was about his age when the remaining dragons had to start going into hiding. She wanted to pay attention to the conversation, but her eyes trained on what she saw when he was floating on his back. Casantiolth could see most of his naked body, especially what laid between his legs. She had never seen a human male's cock before and at first, it was a bit strange to look at. It was similar to a male dragon's cock, but at the same time was so different. Nonetheless, there was a tingling sensation between her own legs just from the sight of it that she had never felt before.

Then, she had grabbed him and made herself closer to him then before. Casantiolth chuckled a bit awkwardly, brushing a piece of her hair behind her pointed ear a bit shyly. "I...just wasn't expecting it I guess." She blushed slightly due to embarrassment before trying to focus on Sullivan's story. Her smiled faded a bit to hear his human father passed, but unfortunately that how it was when you lived exceptionally long. "I'm glad he got to show this place to you though. I couldn't think of a better place to be then here. The mountain, the lake, the trees, it's perfect." She smiled at him gently for a moment. Sullivan was a pleasant person to talk to, even if he turned out to be a mere mortal in truth, she wouldn't be upset, disappointed yes, but not upset. She couldn't remember having such nice conversations with anyone else. Casantiolth loved how he could share his thoughts with her, even if they were about nothing. She liked listening to him, even if it was about nothing. It was just nice having someone around.

There was a strange feeling in her chest when she looked at him. She wasn't sure what it was, but it almost hurt, but also felt strangely good too. She gently touched his chest as though she was testing to see if he was really there or if he was just some hopeful delusion. Then her eyes met his and she stared into them for a moment before finally speaking up. "Is it okay if I...try something? I see mortals do it a lot when they care about someone..." She asked softly. Casantiolth leaned towards him and gently placed her lips on his. She closed her eyes and let herself feel the feeling of his lips on her's. Dragons didn't kiss their mates like mortals did, but nuzzled their muzzles. In a way, it was like kissing, but not quite the same either. It was nice to feel him so close to her, but she didn't want to make him very uncomfortable so she only let the kiss last for a few seconds before pulling away. "Sorry if I upset you, I just...felt the need to do that." She tried to explain herself, finding it hard to have the want to push herself away from him.

 

[Spirit]

"What did you want to t-" Before Sylsarsanos had an opportunity to respond, he felt Casantiolth's lips. Even though he was long lived, Sylsarsanos had never had a real kiss- as in that was his first. He had never really been overly involved with the mortal women, finding most human women to be unattractive. Perhaps it was because she was an elf, which Sylsarsanos seemed to have a thing for, or perhaps it was because he knew that she was in fact one of his kind- a dragon- that sparked such an unusual response from him. His heart pounded, not certain how he would react to such a thing. He knew he felt good about it and Casantiolth's actions were confirmation that she felt the same about him. The only problem was that it all felt so quick to him. As a dragon, even if he'd lived most of his life as a human, he was used to things happening slowly and being able to get used to things. He was still getting used to clothes. Though, his first kiss? Sylsarsanos didn't know what to do.

Thus, instincts took over. Without a word, he got closer to Casantiolth to return her kiss. He enjoyed the soft feeling of her lips against his, rubbing them against each other before his lips wrapped around Casantiolth's upper lip, pulling against it. He got closer still, until the other dragon could feel his cock against her, his human member sliding against her smooth, elvish skin. He imagined what it would be like, being able to mate with her in his dragon form, though he couldn't reveal that yet. A part of him wanted to pull away, embarrassed that his erect member was touching her in such a way. His tongue slipped into Casantiolth's mouth, waiting for her to return the favor. "Dragons didn't have lips" he thought to himself. Still, the tying of tongues seemed to be universal between the sentient races. Even the dwarves did it.

He wasn't exactly sure what to say next. He was already in too deep. Sylsarsanos's arms were already wrapped around the girl, his hands feeling her ass. One hand slid under it while the other dug its fingers into her elvish flesh. A part of him didn't even want Casantiolth to actually be a dragon, though there wasn't anything anymore that made Sylsarsanos doubt that she wasn't except that he had yet to see her in dragon form. She hadn't seen him in dragon form either, though he desperately wanted to change back into it. He imagined how good it would feel to have the elf wrapped around his twin draconic members, probably just one at a time.

 

[N7Biotic]

For a moment, Casantiolth feared she may have stepped over a line. Dragons typically found attraction in each other immediately which often lead to mating on the first day of meeting after spending a day with each other to make a final decision if they wanted to mate or not. However, Sullivan was raised by a human and wasn't as well informed on dragon culture. Humans waited a long time before choosing who to mate with unlike dragons. She hoped she didn't offend him by acting so quickly on showing interest in him potentially becoming her mate, especially if he did turn out to be one of her kind. "I..I don't know wh-" She tried to explain herself, thinking he may disapprove of her actions, but before she could get the words out, Sullivan returned her kiss. Her eyes widened for a moment when his lips pressed up against her's again before slowly closing again to accept it. Casantiolth never felt anything like this before. The feeling of warmth and softness of his lips against her own was intoxicating and started to stir her instincts in a new way. A soft gasp escaped her lips and into his when she felt his cock against her skin that only made it more difficult for to think of anything other then mating. Dragon cock normally revealed themselves when wanting to mate or mounting their mate, but humans always had their's exposed and naturally the feeling of it was making her want to get in position for him to mount her.

The kiss grew more intense as she felt his tongue push past her lips to touch her own. She moaned softly at the feeling of his tongue against her, tasting him in a way that she could never do as a dragon. Her body started to grow more heated, her breasts pushing up against his chest as her hands dug into his back gently. At the feeling of his hard cock against her, her hips naturally pushed towards it as though her body was attempting to get it inside of her already. Her tongue eagerly returned his tongue's affection, tasting and playing with his as she found herself more and more eager to please him. A hot moan pushed from her lips and into his the minute she felt his hand grab her rear. She never felt someone grab her in such a way, but Casantiolth found herself more aroused by the feeling. She wasn't sure if it was the mortal part of her or the dragon part that enjoyed it, but either way it made her want him more. Soon enough, Casantiolth couldn't control herself any longer. She needed him. It was time. She reluctantly broke the kiss and whispered in his ear, "I need you. I want to mate with you..."

With that, Casantiolth slowly and reluctantly pulled herself away, looking at Sullivan with heated eyes. She slowly pulled herself out of the water, her entire body dripping with water, no longer caring if he saw her naked form anymore. She took a few steps back from the edge of the lake in the cover of darkness. Most of the light in town had gone out by now, so she felt safe revealing what she was about to show. Her body began to glow as she was breaking her elvish form. Cracks began to come over her form before shattering into light and fading into nothing. Standing in her place was a beast. Her scales were as dark as the night and smooth to the touch with eyes blazing red, glowing in the night. A few long spikes grew from her back, but none that would interfere with the mating process. A pair of black leather wings spread proudly from her back as her long powerful tail moved like a snake around her powerful legs. Her claws were long and sharp, as white as ivory. A pair of horns grew from her lizard like head that were slightly twisted and sharp to the touch. Her teeth were long and sharp, but hid away from sight when her strong maw was closed. She wasn't as tall as the trees that surrounded them, but Casantiolth was still much bigger then a mortal. Her eyes looked down at Sullivan as a gentle growl rumbled in her throat, unable to speak the mortal tongue in this form, but still understood it well. After letting Sullivan gaze about her beautiful dragoness form, she turned around so her rear was point towards him. Casantiolth lowered herself to the ground, looking at him over her shoulder as she folded up her massive wings and lifted her tail to show off her smooth, wet pussy to him, offering herself to him to mate with a gentle growl of need as her claws dug anxiously into the ground.

 

[Spirit]

The voice of Sylsarsanos's ancestors who whispered into his dreams in the dragon tongue were screaming at him. Growing up as a human, Sylsarsanos was normally kept away from his heritage due to the hustle and bustle of the city, only ever really hearing their voice during his annual hibernations. However, while he was in nature and in the primal state of mating, he could feel their connection closer than ever before, and they weren't exactly happy about it. Sylsarsanos had never seen another dragon before apart from his own mother, let alone a black dragon. It must have been some kind of imprinting which let a deep seated hatred well up from inside of him. Yet, as Casantiolth broke their kiss, he was driven by something else. He wasn't sure which instinct was more base: The urge to mate with her or the urge to slay her. The feelings seemed to intermix while his body, still untransformed carried itself forward out of the lake. He pressed his human lips against Casantiolth's dragonic slit and his tongue tasted her wet pussy. As his tongue danced over her scales, a mix of powerful emotions mingled in his mind, hotly contesting with one another as he grabbed Casantiolth by the tail, his small and relatively squishy human hands not too effective at what they were doing.

Then, unable to control himself any longer, he too had begun to shapeshift. Scales emerged from his skin, glistening in the dilluted light of the waxing moon. They had a clear, silvery sheen to them. His hands turned into three-fingered, sharp claws which tightly gripped Casantiolth's tail. Though he was younger, he was much larger than Casantiolth owing to the silver dragons' larger size in general. Standing on his two powerful, clawed feet, Sylsarsanos was almost twice the size of his mate. The way his scales were plated on his body, the edges slightly sticking out, they resembled more the feathers of a bird. His four wings which spread majestically behind his back were also bird-like, the top pair's wing span covering almost the entirety of the lake while his bottom smaller pair was three quarters that size. Near the front of his snout was a single ivory horn. His tail was long, drooping into the lake and due to his sheer size, he needed to support his body on one of the trees, leaning on them with his free arm while he mounted Casantiolth. He had two cocks, one above the other though roughly the same size. The bottom was lined with rough, pointed bumps while the skin was wrinkled near the base. His twin members each oozed with pre as Sylsarsanos placed the top most of his bestial members over Casantiolth's pussy, ready to mate her. Silver dragons typically mated in large trysts which took place over extended periods of heat while they soared the skies, but with no dragons left, Casantiolth had him all to herself.

While gripped her tail tightly, Sylsarsanos pushed his cock into Casantiolth, sliding his member into her folds with the intensity and excitement of a rutting beast, which he appeared to have become in this haze of lust. The bumps scraped along the bottom of Casantiolth's pussy while he coaxed his turgid member inside of her. Before even finishing his second thrust, something seemed to have swelled behind Casantiolth, pushing against her slit. It was a veiny knot, fleshy pink in color and about the size of the dragon's fist. Sylsarsanos let out a low groan as steam was emitted from his nose. His body heat appeared to raise with the intensity of his rutting, and in the entire process, he had not said a word.

 

[N7Biotic]

Casantiolth was surprised at first when she watched Sullivan grab her tail and bring his human lips up to her sweet little slit, pressing his lips up against her black scales and giving her sweet cunt a lick. The first thing Sullivan would notice when he touched her scales were like that of a snake's, smooth to the touch, but noticeably thick. Black dragons were famous for their hides. Almost nothing could penetrate a black dragon's hide that wasn't a sliver dragon. Sliver dragons were the only dragons able to rival the black dragons. The other species were no match for the black dragon's fast flight, metal like claws, long and razor sharp teeth that accompanied their jaws. Once a black dragon's jaws clamped down on something, it was nearly impossible to shake them off. While they weren't as visually fantastic as sliver dragons, there was a certain beauty to them, especially in the females whose scales glowed in the light of a full moon and the way their spikes always seemed to shimmer.

While Casantiolth was initially surprised by Sullivan's tongue, it wasn't uncommon for a male to lick his female before mating with her to make the process more pleasurable for the both of them. She just never thought it would feel so good. Casantiolth let a growl rumble in her throat as a thin wisp of steam rose from her nose. Her back claws digging into the ground slightly as her hips pushed back against his tongue enjoying the new sensation immensely. However, the pleasure was brief before he began to transform and reveal his true form to her. The moment her eyes looked upon his glorious form, Casantiolth felt herself torn in a mixture of emotions. One was to go for his throat while it was exposed and the other still wanted him inside. Her ancestors were roaring in her head against Sullivan, but her body begged for him. In the end, Casantiolth's heat was what won over her urge to fight him. She wasn't sure how it was with sliver dragons, but once a black dragon mated with another, they became loyal to them and sometimes even mates for life. Casantiolth wasn't sure what her instincts would tell her to do once he finished planting his seed into her, but whatever happens, all she cared about was his two cocks taking her.

While Casantiolth was smaller then Sullivan, he wouldn't crush her under his weight if he was low enough. Casantiolth was still a bit small for her species since she was a young adult that still had room for growth as well as the fact she was female. Luckily, she would still be able to take his size despite the fact he was larger then her. More steam started emanating from her as her body grew hotter and hotter still as her heat started to take in. The smell of her arousal making itself clear to the one about to mate with her. The base of her tail stayed in place with Sullivan's claw gripping it while the rest of her tail moved anxiously in the air, waiting for him to take her. The second Casantiolth felt his cock sheath itself inside of her, she opened her maw in response to let out a gentle roar as a few licks of a purple flame escaped her maw before she closed it to stop herself from breathing it onto the wildlife. Her hips instinctively bucked up against him as she felt him thrust inside of her. A tiny growl escaped her feeling something swollen touch her folds, quickly realizing the knot his cock started to make and slowly getting bigger and bigger. The bumps along his cock only added to her pleasure. Her tight, wet pussy squeezed Sullivan's first cock tightly as though it was trying to milk him for his seed, making the bumps of his cock hit every spot of her pussy even more intensely. Her mind was flooded with nothing by Sullivan and his two cocks, her body buzzing in a pleasure unlike anything she's felt before. Her front claws, digging into the earth, as her sex begged for more as he thrust himself in and out of her.

 

[Spirit]

Despite being mad with lust, Sylsarsanos managed to keep himself from getting too loud. In the midst of his rut though, he let out a low, guttural roar which sounded almost like a predator about to sic its prey. Fortunately for them, they were so high up that even the echoes which carried through the open air of the mountain, which there certainly were as birds were flying away from the two mating, couldn't reach the city below. It didn't account for humans hiking, but who could be hiking at this hour? The scent of his mate drove him over the edge as two conflicting sides, maybe more came to head with lust winning out. His hand drew close to Casantiolth's neck, clasping it in his two claws. His fingers coiled around the dragoness's neck, tightening just enough not to completely choke her before he shifted his weight back, drawing the both of them back into the lake just before his wings began to push off. Silver dragons mated in the air, and Sylsarsanos, even with only his instinct and his ancestors guiding him, was no exception. His wings gave a powerful beat backward, sending ripples through the lake air, the top pair pushing up against the ground. Sylsarsanos pulled Casantiolth's body closer to his own as he lifted the both of them off the ground. He was surprisingly strong, able to pick up Casantiolth's feet even if her claws dug into the ground. He embraced her using his bottom wings, bracing her, keeping her from falling.

Female silver dragons were often a bit larger than their male counterparts. Likewise, because of silver dragon mating habits, males were known to be particularly strong using their knotted cocks and hind wings to keep their mates from escaping. Of course, due to this same difference in size as well as the mating practices of silver dragons, most male silver dragons died in the process of mating, leaving the females to watch the bunch alone. However, with a smaller black dragon, perhaps things would be different. That is, not that Sylsarsanos was paying any mind to it. He was more focused on the feeling of Casantiolth wrapped around his cock and the exhilarating feeling of flight for the first time in decades.

The feeling of freedom, however, didn't override the feeling of lust. Rather, it was driven by it. His feral instincts took both him and Casantiolth up into the air, into and eventually above the clouds. As he flapped his wings, the feeling of turbulence translated into Sylsarsanos's wild aerial thrusts. Soon enough, with Casantiolth pushing back and Sylsarsanos pushing forward, he had managed to squeeze the bulbous knot through Casantiolth's slit, painfully spreading her lips as it made way for itself. Both his cocks pulsed, his bottom member visibly spasming even as it was dangling free above the air. Hopefully, there was no one beneath them and all the resulting fluid fell into or at least near the lake. With his cock knotted onto Casanthiolth, his shaft engorged all the way to the hilt, there was little Sylsarsanos could do by way of movement. Even then, he was thrusting or at least attempting to, shaking his hips side to side, rocking Casantiolth while they were in the air.

 

[N7Biotic]

That low, guttural roar Sullivan made sent a wave of chills down her spine and it only made her more obedient to him. Her own roar was gentle and soft, showing him that she would be submissive and let him do what he wanted to her without snapping or trying to escape him. Her ancestors would be ashamed of her if any of them could see her now, but at the same time, they didn't have to hide away their identities for years without another dragon companion. It was only a matter of time before Casantiolth would offer herself to Sullivan in hopes he accepted her as a mate, even if she was a sliver dragon. Instincts would always win over years of conflict. Her need to mate had been a struggle for Casantiolth for some time now. It was difficult to hide the fact she was in heat in public or else risk exposing herself trying to find someone to mate with her. She would have to take a few days off of work and touch herself for hours on end in hopes it would be enough to starve off her heat, but now, Casantiolth had someone to help her with such difficult needs and it all came rushing back to her the moment she kissed him.

A bit of surprise took Casantiolth when she felt his claws grasping her long neck. For a moment, she suspected that his need to kill her overpowered his need to mate her, but knew it was otherwise when he didn't add too much pressure to her neck. In fact, the added pressure only made her feel better. She could still breathe well enough, but something about losing some of her ability to breathe only made her want him more. A low roar escape her maw feeling Sullivan drawing them backwards towards the lake. Her tail lashing a bit in response. The second Casantiolth felt them lift up into the air, her own wings tried to spread out in response as instinct told her to when her claws left the earth. There were claw marks in the earth from where she had dug in, but nothing that would give away the fact dragons were near. Sullivan must of been strong to lift her off the ground while her own wings were restricted from use, an admirable trait among her kind. The feeling of his bottom set of wings embracing her closer to his own body was oddly comforting as he lifted them higher and higher. Casantiolth had heard that sliver dragons mated in the sky, but never though she herself would feel it herself. Black dragons normally did feats and showed off their abilities or beauty to the potential mate before mating in a safe place where neither of them would be disturbed, but now, she was going to feel what it was like to mate in the air.

Casantiolth felt a strange happiness like this. She always loved the sky and feeling it against her scales again was almost as wonderful to feel as the cock that plunged into her sex. Part of her wanted to break off to spread her wings and fly once again, but the stronger part of her only bucked her hips against his cock. Her instincts only grew more feral being in the air. While she was overwhelmed with happiness to be in the sky again, it only encouraged her more beastly side to come out while Sullivan was mating her. Feeling more safe so high in the sky, Casantiolth allowed her roars to get a little louder and more frequent, the dragon equivalent to moaning as she felt Sullivan's thrusts grow more rapid in flight. She could faintly hear the sound of their sexes meeting in the air, the faint wet clapping that joined in with her aroused roars and growls. Suddenly, Casantiolth let out a louder roar feeling his bulbous knot push past her slit and stretch her wide open to fit inside of her, locking them together until the process was done. A strange idea snunk its way into Casantiolth's thoughts as she thought of his second member being left unattended. Her tail, previously waving and lashing started to curl around his second member, the soft underbelly of her tail wrapping around it and gently stroking it in mid flight while his first cock was busy with another part of her. Sullivan's knot and engorged shaft made it nearly impossible for her to move, but her tail at least was able to work with ease. Her tight pussy squeezed around his knot and his member tightly, stretching her open just to fit inside of her. Her whole body buzzed with pleasure as her needy roars begged him for more.

 

[Spirit]

Even if it could hardly compare to the warm feeling of Casantiolth's pussy, the feeling of her tail on his other cock was certainly welcome. At its base, his knot had inflated in response, pushing out against his other cock as well as Casantiolth's body, giving her tail amble space to wrap around the turgid dragonic member. Sylsarsanos was used to masturbating in his human form. Even then, his payload was roughly that of a dragon's, simply as the result of his biology. Outside of the vivid dreams he experienced in hibernation, Sylsarsanos had rarely actually had the opportunity to use his dragonic biology, and especially his twin shafts as they were both being attended to by his new mate. Even then, it felt too soon for him, though his instincts seemed to tell him otherwise. After all, it wasn't even a bad thing. He would be saving his race from extinction, though black dragons and silver dragons had never mated before back when dragons were the world's dominant life forms. There must have been a reason to that beyond their innate hatred for one another. Right?

His thoughts were overwhelmed by a myriad of screeches. "BREED HER, BREED HER." his instincts or perhaps his ancestors shouted at him. His twin members twitched, his two scale-covered testicals shuddering as they pushed their product through the twin pricks and into Casantiolth's slit. The bottom cock sprayed a healthy amount of his thick, pearly seed onto the ground below. If Casantiolth's claw marks didn't hint at a dragon, the large amount of ejaculate must have. At the same time, Sylsarsanos's upper member, which had lodged itself comfortably around the other dragon was in an ample position inside her womb. It came steadily, hitting the back of Casantiolth's uterus, slowly filling it up. His seed flowed into Casantiolth's womb and back down the canal to Sylsarsanos's knot where very little could escape in the form of long, white trickles coming out from the dragoness's snatch and falling to the ground in droplets. The remainder had begun to fill up Cassantiolth's insides, slightly bloating her up. With such an amount, there was no doubt that she would bear him a large clutch of eggs.

Then, Sylsarsanos relinquished his grasp on the dragoness, his bottom wing spreading out. Silver dragons often died during mating, though not before mating with as many females as possible in order to ensure their survival. Of course, there were no other dragons, and thus his mind recognized Casantiolth, registering her as a different female even if his more logical brain had not. His knot deflated just enough for his cream to fall from Casantiolth's slit. Sylsarsanos forcefully withdrew his member and put a bit of space between them, separating his bottom member from Casantiolth's tail before shoving his bottom member into Casantiolth's pussy. The knot mashed against Casantiolth's fleshy, scaley cunt lips while his claws dug into Casantiolth's chest. His second pair of wings had then come into play, keeping him afloat even as he was beginning to tire.

 

[N7Biotic]

All that flooded Casantiolth thoughts were those that involved Sullivan's twin cocks flooding her little draconian pussy with his seed. For some time now her body had been craving for the feeling of her belly swelling with new life and now all her instincts were finally being satisfied with the need to mate and multiply after years of trying to starve it off. The feeling of a dragon cock inside of her tight sex had felt even better then she had expected it to, far better then her own mortal fingers that tried to settle the needs her body desperately wanted sated. Her whole body buzzed in pure delight to feel him taking her even with the fact he was a rival species of her own. In truth, it was probably best for the two to put old grudges aside despite the generations of breeding that told them otherwise, especially if their kind was endangered as Casantiolth feared it was. Right now, there were far more important things then a need to fight the very same dragon who's seed would fill her womb. It wouldn't be an uncommon thing for his species if she were to turn on him and take his life once he filled her, but she didn't want to watch over her brood alone, especially with the world so starved of their kind. It probably won't be the last time she wants to mate with him either. From what she could remember, black dragons mated often to ensure their impregnation, sometimes with multiple partners as well. It was a good thing her kind had such a high libido. After all, Sullivan had two cocks that needed milking. Sliver dragons mated with at least two other females from what she remembered so, she had no doubt he would push the other inside the second the first was done with her and Casantiolth would happily take it.

A heated roar escaped her maw the second she felt his cock swell inside of her and release his seed deep inside of her. Her sex instinctively gripped tightly around his first cock to ensure she could get as much out of him as possible. Casantiolth let out a little purple flame as the joy of feeling Sullivan releasing his seed inside of her and filling her to the brim with just his first cock. As her pussy milked his first cock, Casantiolth could feel her tail and hind legs getting hit with his cum from the second cock, knowing well it would fall to the ground below without anything to take it. A shame that it was wasted, but Casantiolth was sure he had enough stored inside of him to make up for the loss. The feeling of his warm seed filling her so much that some had escaped to coat her slit was enough to make her arch her back and let out a low growl of pleasure. Her front claws flexed like a kneading cat in delight at the sensation and already felt herself hungry for more. Her belly swelled from the seer amount of cum he had released inside of her. If there was any chance that she wouldn't be bearing their little cluster of eggs after today, it would easily go away the moment he used his second cock on her. A pair of thin wisps of smoke escaped her nose as she made a satisfied growl similar to a cat's purr, but made no attempt to fly away or attack the male mating her. In fact, she bucked her hips back into his already used cock showing to him she was eager for the other.

The second his bottom wings let go of her, Casantiolth's own large wings spread out to keep her up in the air with him, which was not a problem for her to deal with due to the fact it only felt better to be in the air after being grounded for so long. The feeling of his knot deflating inside of her left her feeling more stretched out then before as excess of his cum started to run from her slit and down the back of her hind legs. Despite, Sullivan putting space between them, Casantiolth didn't change her position, letting him see her overflowing cunt in full as she growled for more. Her tail easily loosen from him second cock as droplets of cum ran down it and joined the rest of the ejaculate on the ground below. The second he pushed his second cock inside of her, Casantiolth's snatch eagerly took it, immediately growing tight around it in attempts to suck and pull the seed out of him on its own. The feeling of his claws grabbing and digging into her chest only added to her pleasure. Her hide wasn't easily penetrated, even her soft underbelly, but the sliver dragon's claws were famous for being the only thing that could puncture through it, even if it wasn't much. There were scratches where his claws dug into her, but she only bucked her hips back into him in response as though she was trying to push his swollen knot inside of her again herself.

 

[Spirit]

The breath weapon of a silver dragon was a distinctive, brilliantly deep red flame. Normally, they had much more control over their volatile flames though Sylsarsanos under such strong emotion and with so little training, he couldn't help but release his flame. It sparkled in the dim, polluted light intermingling with Cassantiolth's flame. The embers appeared to interlock forming bizarre shapes in the air perhaps warring with one another or some other reaction- a process which those dragons of old must have known more about than at least Sylsarsanos. Nevertheless, the light of their breathes was enough to illuminate the ground beneath them, the luminescent glow of their flames dancing both in the air as well as on the surface of the lake. Shadows which looked like human figures could be spotted just on the look, waving around with the flames like dancers celebrating the union between the two rival species, though were really just the trees. Just as the fires illuminated the ground below, it allowed the two mating dragons to see one another. More particularly, it allowed Sylsarsanos to see his seed overflowing out of the black dragon's pussy which excited him to no end. The sight of it made the rutting male's mouth water as he could still taste it on his long, serpentine tongue. It looked so tempting, the dragon almost wanted to taste it again, this time with his dragon tongue. He wondered if it was any different from her elf form. Her pussy was incredibly tight in her dragon form, Sylsarsanos could only imagine how much moreso it would be to mate with her in her elvish form.

Cassantiolth's eagerness was definitely not unwelcome. A male silver dragon didn't know if he was going to survive to the next mating season, and thus instinctively, Sylsarsanos had no problem with giving Cassantiolth plenty of his fertile swimmers. As a young male, his own instincts were on overdrive along with the rest of his biology, producing yet more seed for his already pent-up body to release into what it had certainly deemed as a worthy mate if the amount of seed he had spilled for her was any indicator. As he continued to rut in and out of her, he could feel his knot slowly coaxing its way into Cassantiolth's slit. After his first cock had finished, it was a little easier squeezing the second one in, though not by much, especially with Sylsarsanos's huge knot in the way. Then, when Cassantiolth bucked her hips into it, the knot slipped inside of her, the broadest part needing a bit of encouragement from the both of them before the entire thing was engulfed by Cassantiolth's pussy. Even without movement, Sylsarsanos felt Cassantiolth's insides wringing his member of all that they had stored, and they certainly had a lot stored. Another voluminous load was blasted into Cassantiolth's already overflowing womb. With his other member, he fired off another load over Cassantiolth's body, coating it in the male's hot, viscous, virile semen. The musky, sticky substance hung onto Cassantiolth, effectively marking her even if silver dragons did no such thing. It wasn't in them to mark their partners, as that second cum shot most definitely would have been for another female. If Cassantiolth hadn't gotten pregnant already from his first load, then there was a very high chance that she was with his second. Even then, Sylsarsanos was nowhere near finished with her.

Assuming all went well, after their copulation, Sylsarsanos expected that this wouldn't be their last meeting. Indeed, he had anticipated this as not being their last mating either. Of course, the next time they did, Sylsarsanos reasoned that the two needed to be much more discreet. Otherwise, they risked being caught by mortals, especially in this big city. As Sylsarsanos attempted to pull away again, there was no telling who would find their mess. Of course, those weren't things the male had been worried about. After all, he had so much more spunk to fill his mate with. He wasn't certain if he had the patience to wait for it either, though that was for a later Sylsarsanos to worry about. He didn't need to care for a clean up crew or future self. All that was present in the moment was him and his mate, and he must have had at least three more rounds. At their rate, it was very possibly to mate until morning... meaning that they had to be mindful of sunrise.