Thread: An Empty Nest (N7Biotic & 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.