Consort Impregnation: Alexstrasza's Emprisonment
"Malygos, show yourself. I wish to speak of a dire situation with you." Krasus shouted with concern hinted in his voice. It echoed off the walls of the icicle-ridden lair where Malygos spent his days, ensuring that he could be heard, despite not having to raise his voice. "It is about the dragonflights. Come, Malygos." It did not take long for a shadowy figure to show himself. Krasus was expecting a hulking behemoth of a dragon covered with scales to match the ice of his home, spiked tail for battle, and a draconic mouth to grin and devour his prey with. Krasus stared at nothing to that description. Instead, Malygos was veiled in a lesser form closer to that of a human than that of a dragon. He stood on two legs, covered by a robe for clothing. His hands still bared the dragon talons of his real form, but he was a misshapen mix between man and beast. His mouth was human enough, still blue in color. He stood quite a fair taller than Krasus, at least twelve feet in height. The figure looked to the mage that called upon him.
"What is ssso urgent that you dissssturb my lair?" For his appearance, Malygos still had a deep reverberated voice.
"You undoubtedly heard of the other dragonflights and of Deathwing specifically. He lives. He is rumored to have taken interest in Alexstrasza's capture in Grim Batol."
"And you have come to ask my assistance, ask my assistance, ask my assistance?"
"To free Alexstrasza of her emprisonment I will need the help of each dragonflight."
Malygos snickered, grimacing. "I have no interest, interest, interest, in helping your quest for Alexstrasssza..."
Malygos and Krasus furthered their conversation among themselves on the topic at hand. Malygos did, with negotiation, agree to help Krasus on his quest to free the dragonqueen if the mage was able to gain the help of the other dragonflights. Ysera the Dreamer and Nozdormu of Time would be a difficult pair to seek out. Ysera has never been seen with a pair of eyes before. Ysera lives in the Emerald Dream in a world between dreams and reality, where Nozdormu, leader of the bronze, was only accessable from his post at the bronze dragonshrine in Dragonblight. To defeat the newly-risen threat of Deathwing while one of the greatest draconic leaders, Alexstrasza, was in submission in the capture of Zuluhed the shaman, How could Krasus rescue Alexstrasza? What will happen to his beloved?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Meanwhile, in the floating island of Dalaran some time earlier, the council of the Kirin Tor spoke in the Chamber of Air. Like all politics, raised voices were not uncommon. The six council members discussed their main threat; Deathwing. Some were skeptical that he even exists after his "death" when their strongest mages purged him from the land forever, others were worried that he would interfere with their attack on Khan Modan to reclaim it from the dragon-riding orcs.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The fiery-haired mage Rhonin was summoned by the Kirin Tor for a near-impossible mission: Journey to Khaz Modan to free a dragon; a dragonqueen, at that. Verseesa, the elven ranger that was to accompany Rhonin only to a certain point, was to meet him soon, standing around like a blubbering fool waiting for the incompetent mage. She would only wait so long before Rhonin was presumed missing and leave. Where was Rhonin? His mission was an important one, how could he be late?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The caves of Khaz Modan were cold. Hand-made underground tunnels every which way allowed the orcs who reside there to patrol them with ease. Common guards didn't know their way around the tunnels any more than the next. Each patrol was set to specific roots and didn't dare veer from them. Getting lost in such a vast maze could mean anything: Days of confusion to death by starvation.
Deep in the tunnels, however, the many premature roars of a dragon, more than one. A spacious room in an unknown part of the tunnels kept the dragons until they hatched, and only the superior guards and leader, Nekros the peg-legged orc, knew of its location. In the room were eggs, Dragon eggs. The mother of these to-be dragon warriors of the Horde were birthed from the dragonqueen herself, Alexstrasza, who was still enslaved somewhere separate from her eggs. It has been years since Alexstrasza was captured. She was here for seven or eight years now but the time felt much longer to her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Holding an object, a necklace-like and glowing artifact, Nekros entered the enslavement room. Before him, unguarded, was Alexstrasza the Life-Binder, leader of the red dragonflight. She struggled to snap her jaws at the orc only feet away from her snout but several chains around her body kept her pinned to the ground, her neck in place, and her maw only open enough to feed her. Her attack was cut short from her short leash, only enraging her further. The orc didn't even as much as flinch. "Give up, Alexstrasza. Your bondage hasn't loosened since my last visit." He gripped the Demon Soul in his hand to ensure that the dragon wouldn't do anything he would disapprove of. The Demon Soul, formally known as the Dragon Soul, was property of the dragonflights before it was banished and hidden from all the dragons. Somehow, one of the dragons let word out of its location and was grasped by Nekros... who was able to wield the Dragon Soul, in which he enslaved Alexstrasza.
The dragon huffs, smoke flaring from her nostrils at Nekros. "The first to die will be you when I am freed..."
"You can dream of freedom but it will not come. Not while I hold the Demon Soul."
"If you have come to speak, then speak." She started, quiet. "If you have come to take my remaining life from me then make it swift. If you have come to babble, leave!" As Alexstrasza went on, her words were chosen more viciously, voice rising with each word that spewed forth at her "master".
"Your duties have not been fulfilled yet and you are still valuable to me, very valuable. I can not risk losing you to Death." Nekros grinned, "I will be back with your youngest consort and he will begin his ritual with you as is done every week." Nekros left the room with a nonchalant walk to the cave next to hers. Alexstrasza grimaced, knowing what would come next. Deep inside, though, she was about to get what she desired most in the day.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For being as weak-healthed as he was, Tyranastrasz was still treated poorly. He didn't need any binds, and in fact was better without them. His health had been fading since he was captured with Alexstrasza those years ago. Being Alexstrasza's first consort, he was old, much older than Alexstrasza herself by hundreds of years. Enslavement was not easy on his body and he was slowly fading.
Tyran raised his head at the door from the faintly stepping of feet. Nekros stood in view.
"Stand, beast."
The dragon did as he was told with difficulty with no choice over his actions. Nekros directed him single-handedly through the tunnels using the Demon Soul. No guards patrolling the area and no guards even protected, or in their case, guarded, the dragons. With Tyran's frailness and Alexstrasza's binds they were perfectly held in contempt.
"You know the way, Tyran." Nekros pointed. "In there." The dragon walked through the mouth of the entrance to Alexstrasza's current home. He greeted her with a loyal bow. Nekros took out the Demon Soul, pointing the destructive object towards the dragons and threatened, "I will leave you to your business. I better return with life full of life or I will punish with death." Nekros spun around slow and walked out, leaving the two dragons alone for the next few hours.
"Do as you must, Tyranastrasz, You know we have no choice in the matter." Alexstrasza beckoned her consort towards her with a flick of her tail. "We are fortunate that he leaves us with the time that he does. Please, start. I know I have waited for your return, Tyran. Don't make your mistress wait."
Tyran was too excited deep down for the moment. A few hours a week the two dragons were allowed to talk and play with the other, provided Alexstrasza stays in her binds and the job gets done. Alexstrasza was generous for any time with her mate and she couldn't complain. Though she did not like being in bondage on a constant basis, the next few hours would be worth her enslavement, despite what her eggs were being used for. If her hatchlings were to be raised as warriors of death to slay her allies, she wished them as much death as they wrought.
Even though she was bound and hurt inside, Alexstrasza was always eager from the few hours she was granted each week to have alone with her mate. She spent more than her fair share of hours staring straight, nothing to do but wiggle in her spot. She had no control over what she was allowed to do and not do. Nekros controlled everything. He was relentless for the most part, but on very rare occasion gave the red behemoth something to do for entertainment. It didn't last long, but she enjoyed what she could. The only other thing she was given to do was mate. She was forced each week to mate with her consort, her significant other and red male counterpart, Tyranastrasz. Though her eggs were doomed to be warriors or fodder for the horde, she found it easiest to take her mind off their demise when she was mating Tyran. She would never admit it, but she loved to be mated when bound in chains; Tyran knew. He always knew from the way she panted. Alexstrasza never made those sounds when they had mated prior to her enslavement.
Alexstrasza hiked her tail into the air, resting her muzzle along the floor still staring at the wall unable to turn it. She couldn't see her mate, but she knew he was behind her, looking at her. "Please, do as you wish. I am ready for your love." Alexstrasza said back to Tyran.
"Yes, my mistress, I'm dazzled by the beauty of your nether lips. You want my love, don't you?" Tyran's draconic muzzle grinned. Alexstrasza's pussy was open, winking suggestively to him. She had been waiting all week for this. Tyranastrasz knew she was begging beneath the chains of her captors for him to mount her... impregnate her.
Alexstrasza could feel the warm breath of her mate behind her huffing with his snout in front of her dragon lips. Oohhh, Tyran... He's sniffing me! Alexstrasza thought to herself. I hope he... Oooo!! She was hoping he would start licking her out but before she could even finish her thought, Tyran's long draconic tongue started to clean his mistress's moist mound. Alexstrasza let out soft growls, assuring her mate she was enjoying it, unable to move or stop him from doing what he was doing even if she wanted to. "Tyran, y-yesss! Deeper!" Tyran obliged her request. He straightened his tongue erect, several feet long in length, and thrust it like a pole straight into her pussy. Alexstrasza's growls became loud roars, shaking the cave violently as the air filled with her overwhelming dragoness scent, strong enough to drive any dragon wild!
The longer Tyranastrasz flicked inside Alexstrasza's pussy, the wetter she got. Alexstrasza was in estrus. Her nether lips dripped almost constantly even without attention. With Tyranastrasz licking her relentlessly, her dragon juices were dripping onto the cave floor, dripping down her large red dragon thighs, and even making a mess of Tyran's muzzle the deeper he got, his nose pushed directly into her folds. Tyran was in pure bliss, thinking to himself naughtily. She smells so divine when she's in heat! Tyran stated with a wide grin as his tongue cleaned Alexstrasza's cum from her insides, scooping it up and swallowing it. Slurp after slurp, Tyran began to make a meal, eating out his mate and drinking her cum. She tastes so good!
Alexstrasza continued to thrash with pleasure from Tyranastrasz's pleasuring tongue. Beneath Tyran's spread legs, Tyranastrasz's dragon cock was beginning to erect. A red barbed tip was beginning to push through a slit in his scales. His penis was only out one foot, which was almost nothing to him but showing pink. He pulled his tongue out from Alex's nethers, leaving only the tip of his tongue inside. He focused his skilled slithering, saliva-covered organ, flicking along Alexstrasza's engorged clit, knowing she would love the feeling of her body twitching muscles spasm with every lick; Alexstrasza more than loved it, she encouraged it by pushing her pussy back into Tyran's snout. She really wants it, don't you, my sweet Alexstrasza? Good girl. I love it when you show me how much you love to be pleasured. Tyran talked naughty to himself in his mind as he lick-licked his mistress. You'll get it soon enough, my darling.
Tyran spent another minute lapping up his dragoness' sweet nectar then removed his sloppy cum-covered tongue from her body. The moment Alexstrasza no longer felt her body spasm with pleasure she instinctively began to wiggle her large red dragon rump to Tyranastrasz, making more of her wet dragon cum drip to the ground, "Tyranastrasz! Please, I can't wait any longer, my love. Stick your love rod into me! Mate me good like you always do!" Alexstrasza's roars were getting louder as she begged repeatedly for Tyran.
"Oh, Alexstrasza, show me that sexy rump of yours. Let me gaze at your love hole... that I'll soon be fucking." Tyran spoke to her calmly with a hint of affection, the rest being pure lust. The gargantuan dragoness did as she was asked, raising her huge thighs, hiking her tail along her back to show her love what he desired. He growled, staring directly into Alexstrasza's two beautiful holes; her pussy almost constantly dripping, potent of her intoxicating scent, and her pink star of a pucker, a tight virgin hole where nothing went in, only out. "Oh my, mistress," Tyran paused to sniff his nose into her folds. "You really want my dragon cock, don't you?" He smiled, teasing his dragoness with rhetorical questions then nosed his snout directly against Alex's clitoris. She roared between pants.
"Yessss, Tyran!" Alexstrasza hissed longingly. "I want your seed!"
Tyran withdrew his snout and licked his lips. He looked down between his legs as he stood on all fours. Between his two hind legs was his ten-foot and fully-erect dragon member, throbbing and leaking profusely onto the ground below. Tyranastrasz was so horny from looking into the winking pussy of his mistress. His claw wrapped tight around his cock and he began to tease himself, smothering the pre-cum river running down his shaft around his girth and tip as he eyed Alexstrasza's two entrances. "How much does my dragoness want the pulsing cock in my paw? You look so good wet and dripping."
"Tyran! I want your cum. I need your sperm! Mount me, Tyran, please! I'm horny." Alexstrasza whined, imagining how naughty Tyran was, stroking his dick right behind her as she showed off her dragoness bits to him. Alex was itching to be mated now, trembling with eagerness. She felt the heavy walk of claw against stone, followed by the weight of Tyran's two front arms on her shoulders. Any second now he'll be inside me! He'll be mating me!" Alexstrasza thought to herself, wiggling. She felt a nuzzle against her cheek with Tyran's nose then a long, girthy shaft thrust between her legs, straight into her pussy with a wet shlorp sound. "AHHH!! Tyran!!"
The first initial thrust into Alexstrasza's tightness caused her to shout. I can feel his barbs poking my walls! Ooohhh, Tyran! Fuck me!! Alexstrasza relaxed her muscles, laying on her belly, still bound ion her chains as her consort began to mate her pussy. His dick was making loud wet sounds every time his rod penetrated through his mistress' moist lips. He would pull out and thrust back in, repeatedly doing this over and over again as he got into a rhythm then sped up his hip's speed.
Tyran rest carefully above Alexstrasza's head, mounted on her back as his legs did all the work in a doggy-style position. His shaft was barbed like a cat's, making for an incredible fuck for his mistress. Alexstrasza could feel the ribs in his cock stimulating her. The faster he went the louder her pants and whines would get. "Nngh-uhhh! Even in heat you're ssoo tight, mistress!"
"Work me, Tyran! Fuck me harder, p-pleease!!" The harder her mate fucked her, the higher her rump would go, purposely angling her tunnel so Tyran's dragonhood thrust in straight like an arrow, tip rubbing continuously along Alexstrasza's engorged, swollen clitoris. Alexstrasza's back arched slightly at the first spurt of pre-cum from Tyran, growling playfully. She closed her eyes as she felt it warm her insides. Alex imagined the image of Tyran's cock and the way his pre made its way up his urethra, cleaning it out for the rest of his life-giving seed. She imagined the small jet of pre shooting out from Tyranastrasz's urethra hole and how it lubricated her nether walls for his erection to slam faster. She growled even louder with ecstasy as the image aroused her further.
Alexstrasza's spread lips began to leak her draconic fluids onto the floor of the cave with every thrust of her mate's slender, girthy erection. Tyran was thrusting harder, faster, making the wet shlorping sounds louder that emit from Alexstrasza's wet, dripping pussy. Tyran squirted two more times with pre; Alexstrasza was grinning wide. "Tyran don't hold back! I know that's just pre-cum! Do it, my love! Fill me with your babies!" Alexstrasza's passionate growls echoed the cave.
In Tyran's mind, he began to think; She's getting wetter! She must be close. He, too was getting inevitably near. Tyran began to buck his hips harder and more violently, roaring with vigor as he began to unload his dragon seed, full of little vitality into his mate's awaiting womb. Alexstrasza's neck was flat against the ground but the moment she felt the first warm spurt of sperm shoot forcefully into her and splash her inner nether walls she arched her neck as much as her chains would allow, roaring in unison with Tyran.
"Fill me up, Tyran! Don't let a single drop escape. Put it all in me!" Alexstrasza moaned, clenching her pussy around her mate's girth, milking his ejaculate from his thick, throbbing member.
"Ahh, yes my queen! I'm giving it all to you!" Tyran thrust harder through his orgasm and tried to get as deep as he could then held his hips forward to splash his remaining spurts into Alexstrasza's cervix. A long, loud, and pleasurable minute later, the dragons were left panting together; it was finally over, that is, until the week after where they would continue their mating ritual until they were freed or Tyran succumbed to Death.
It was not long after that Nekros re-entered the cave. "I assume those roars I heard were of mating and of nothing else. Tyran, get off her." He ordered the male behemoth off the queen. Nekros circled the obviously exhausted Alexstrasza and inspected her nether region; it was no question that Tyran had done his job. The Life-Binder's naughty bits were covered in ejaculate and some even leaked from her stretched opening and dripped to the ground. "Good. Now we wait for you to give birth, then the orcs can begin training our new little warriors."
"You won't get away with this, Nekros!" Tyran stomped toward Nekros threateningly, standing up for his consort. Nekros reached for The Demon Soul and Tyran immediately backed off.
"Tyran, back to your chamber! Follow me if you want to live to mate again." Tyran did as he was told, following the peg-legged orc and leaving his queen still bound in chain. On the outside, Alexstrasza was on the verge of tears, knowing that she would soon give birth to another litter of kin to be used as war fodder. Inside though, Alexstrasza was smiling. She knew one day she would be freed, her and Tyranastrasz. Alexstrasza already knew the first thing she was to do when she was freed; kill Nekros!