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The twisted landscape of Dreadroot spread out around the two frisky dragons as they tackled and nipped at each other. Purplish-red eldritch plants got crushed carelessly under the pair's bulk, and the tainted brook nearby took several splashing blows from their tails.

The landscape was spreading literally, in the sense that the Emerald Nightmare was continuing to expand and engulf more of the surrounding lands of Val'sharah ... but there would soon be something else "spreading" during this encounter as well.

"Stop teasing and give me what I want!" demanded a vaguely elven female voice, angry and horny and murderous all at the same time.

The dragoness who had spoken was none other than Ysera the Dreamer, sporting a new paint job and a brand new attitude ever since a certain meddling satyr had rapidly corrupted an ancient artifact and then thrown said artifact through her sternum. This had happened only a few hours ago, but the corruption had been vicious and thorough, somehow taking its full hold in less than a minute. Gone was her usual verdant green; in its place, a twisted mix of crimson and bluish gray. She had both bulked up and spiked up in the process, and now had only the most carnal of notions on her previously pure and aloof mind.

Xavius the satyr had tried using her as a flying warmount after corrupting her, but he had not anticipated Deathwing showing up. This was, admittedly, not something he would have foreseen, seeing as Deathwing had until that very moment been spending a good, long time dead. Ysera's corruption had weakened the seal on the Dragon Soul enough for shenanigans to ensue, and Deathwing would hardly be an infected servant of the Old Gods if coming back to life to spread more madness wasn't on his agenda.

Granted, coming back to life had taken some tolls on Deathwing. For starters his massively corrupted body was no longer the size of a mountain, and had dwindled to just a little larger than the average dragon, only barely edging out his prospective mate in terms of size. That suited the hungry Ysera just fine as she snapped her teeth at him and tried to get on top of him to force him to penetrate. His black and magma-glow-accented scales were a cute contrast to her own colors as they struggled for dominance.

Deathwing had initially flown her way simply to make contact with another dragon -- and because the voices told him to -- but finding opportunities like this one was a rarity for him, and he didn't want to argue too much. Ysera had been so very excited to see him, and indeed seemed to have changed so much for the better. They had met in midair while Xavius was busy practicing for a prolonged, villainous laughing session; the two corrupted dragons had whirled around one another and locked immediately into an embrace -- and a feral, passionate kiss.

It was a monstrous, lustful attraction at first sight -- and so Deathwing had thumped the upstart satyr with one finger and sent him careening into the ocean off the Broken Isles, allowing the two to court in peace.

Relative peace, at least. As much peace as two blitheringly insane, corrupted dragons could find together.

Her friend must not interfere, the loud voice in Deathwing's head had told him during their descent.

"Yes, I already thumped him."

The satyr serves powers which are not us, the softer voice added.

"Yes, I know!" growled Deathwing. "Stop interrupting my game! How am I supposed to breed any ladies if you won't stop bloody talking all the time!"

At first, Nightmare Ysera had been so enthralled with the idea of sex with the most powerful earth dragon who had ever lived, that even little oddities like his talking to himself did not bother her too much. Besides, what she lacked in terms of voices in her head, she made up for with an endlessly sprawling vision of death, destruction, and twisting. The ocean below them had been just a bowl into which they could drop all of the foolish adventurers who would eventually come trying to kill them, as adventurers always did. Never trustworthy, those ones... only the corruption could be trusted!

Their ending up in Dreadroot had been a landing of convenience. He had teased her more and more; she had continued being receptive and led him lower, both in altitude and along her body. When they crashed into some trees and thudded against the earth, it was just another part of their play. Deathwing's ridged, plated erection glowed volcanic orange like the corruption inside him, and he pressed it right up against her from the moment they had landed.

She gave his neck the harshest love bite ever -- which only served to make the exposed flesh sprout its bizarre, molten orange tentacles. These caressed her face and teased into her maw, the heat of them an aphrodisiac against her hungry, corrupted tongue!

They cuddled. They humped and grinded. Despite this, Deathwing's shaft was teasing the entrance to her vagina, the tip prodding in with the heat of a dwarven blacksmith's forge.

"Deeper..." moaned Ysera. "The Nightmare must deepen!"

Deathwing rumbled with delight. "Oh, is that what they're calling my dick nowadays?"

"Nnnh... no, you fool." Ysera growled, and arched her back into the penetration. "This land..." she babbled. "Sweet, fertile soil in need of seeds!"

"Mmh, as the Aspect of Earth, I do know a thing or two about ploughing." The voices had given him that pun, chortling at how awesome it would be and insisting that he say it, but she didn't seem to like it.

"Silence, fool! Give your seeds to the Nightmare! NHUAA!!"

The uncorrupted Neltharion of yesteryear wouldn't have tolerated so much sass in a partner, but the Deathwing of today -- guided as he perpetually was by the maddening whispers of the Old Gods -- knew only what the voices told him to do, and today they told him to fuck.

Breed her... the loud voice insisted.

Fill her with your brood, the softer voice added, layering into the first. Spread your perfected seed!

"All right, all right already!" Deathwing groaned. "I'm spreading it as fast I can!"

"Okay: who are you talking to?" barked Ysera.

"Oh, just... my really noisy friends. They won't shut up about how I need to make you pregnant."

This was music to her ears -- so much in fact that she forgot her annoyance and sank deeper into her irrationality. "YES! Listen to them, fool! They are the voices of your gods!"

"Yes, they... literally are," mused Deathwing, flatly. His cock throbbed a bit less, and his thrusting motions slowed.

Ysera ignored him, staying focused on the task at hand: "GIVE IT!"

The insane Aspect of Earth was not prepared for what Ysera's sex now did to his dick: it gulped at him so firmly that he could swear it was trying to swallow him whole, shaft first.

She had started this mounting belly-down underneath him, but she found herself flipped over with her chest aimed skyward by the time his shaft had gotten all the way in -- because Deathwing was rough enough on her in response to her demands to flip her during penetration, and she was a bad enough girl to just be that much happier at the mild stinging it caused.

"I accept your challenge, dreamer girl," Deathwing replied as he loomed over her, thrusts accelerating to meet her forcefulness. Then, beating his wings once, he prepared to ham it up, to really give the lady what he imagined the ladies all needed to hear:

"FEEL THE POWER OF THE DESTROYERRRRRR!! I am the DEATH of your WORRRRRLD!!"

His hips were a blur of force and fury after that. Fortunately for Deathwing, he was currently penetrating what was quite possibly the only dragon lady who wanted and needed to hear what he had just said. Ysera went wild, her head thrashing its corrupt red spikes this way and that. She milked him; she demanded every drop he was hiding from her in that greedy cock-cave of his.

Naturally, she also shouted aloud during the process: "Nghh... Yesss! Fill me with the power of your DESTROYER! Show me its might!"

The Destroyer was not a name for Deathwing's dick in particular, but it might as well have been so at the moment, as his ramming thrusts caused Ysera's toe claws to curl and her spine to twitch in delight.

"This is for my neck, Dream Bitch!" he growled at her, and then struck back with a love bite of his own to the same location. The exposed, writhing orange tendrils at his neck wiggled excitedly, as if overcome by unspoken laughter.

Ysera roared and rumbled as he hammered into her. She saw the crimson taint of the land expanding further while his fiery shaft made the scales of her own taint feel tight and stretched. It was a match made in this corrupt, twisted purgatory in which they both now resided, and she reveled in every second of it.

Yesss, seed her... the loud voice told him again.

As if he needed a reminder at this point

"I'm about to ruin you forever," Deathwing intoned to her.

"Hah, do your worst! The tension from your oversized meat is nothing compared to the twisting of the Nightmare upon my soul! Ha! Ha-hah. Aaaaah...mmmuhh... oh yeahhh, that's good. M-more..."

"Mm, maybe you should be quiet for a while," suggested Deathwing. "Perhaps I can breed the more defiant words right out of you..."

Ysera tried to speak again but found it quite difficult; her words were slipping away, replaced by the guttural sounds of her species on the edge of climax. She glared at him and clenched faster, and his grin soon shifted into an expression of overwhelmed bliss.

"Ghruuuuaarrrrrr!!" bellowed Deathwing, and Ysera's smaller shriek joined with his own. In his head, the Old Gods were chittering excitedly, but even their commands went silent for a time when his semen erupted into her.

He chomped down on her neck again and held there, pressing his waist tight against her own. Ysera panted heavily and took the mess of Earth Dragon seed for which she had been clamoring. It filling her felt like ignition, like a whole forest being set on fire and being left to burn to ashes, and despite that it felt so good that she could think only of how much she would need this, forever need this...

"I hate you, Neltharion," she said to him in a raspy voice.

"I hate you too, Dream Bitch." He growled menacingly at her -- and then pressed his hips even tighter to ensure the slightly slackening shaft wouldn't be pushed out just yet. "Now get swollen with my eggs and lay a new kind of dragon brood..." One of the voices reminded Deathwing of something, which he then relayed to her: "Don't listen to that satyr though. He's about to get killed by adventurers, and we have bigger plans for you."

Ysera moaned. "That is... difficult. He is my master. He made me this way."

"I am your master now, 'Dreamer.'" He then bit higher up under her chin, and her body relaxed underneath him.

Ysera considered this. "Okay," she softly agreed.

They lingered there silently for a while, hardly moving while Deathwing's seed churned within her.

* * *

Up on a nearby hill, a lone adventurer with a very shiny weapon stared.

The adventurer continued to stare. It was hard not to. And the sounds!

After staring for a while longer, the adventurer sat down in a mixture of stunned horror and arousal.

In the distance behind them, the Night Elf priestess Tyrande Whisperwind was finally catching up. "Which way did Ysera go?" she asked urgently.

"Uh... uhm, not this way," said the adventurer. "Definitely not into Dreadroot. Here, let's go around by one of the other paths. Yeah!"

So Tyrande and the adventurer set off in a different direction.