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Tongue flickering as Shockwave shouldered out of his den, he paused as a ghosting trail of familiar scent came back, but it was off. Sickly sweet rabbit clinging to something lovely and acrid, he stalked off in the trail’s wake with an open maw, single red eye glancing between the ground and the road ahead. Somewhere along the way, a second scent joined the first, bringing a bitter shot of panic to the first.
Shockwave hissed and sped to a trot.
For how clear the Empurake had made his territorial claim (and how often he enforced it with…less than accepted means), it still hadn’t stopped trespassers from wandering in from time to time; other dragons that wanted a challenge, dragonets that thought muddying his borders for a dare made a fun pastime, or… a pale blue drake with distress painted on every scale as he puffed and snarled at a wiry, root-form grey and green wyvern from the far side of the clearing.
The dull whelp directly before him was unknown, some rogue that barely came up to his alt’s belly scales as they sneered down their supposed prey without regard that they were no longer the predator. But the drake —from his sweeping crest to his long, narrow limbs— was a dragon he revered, held almost to the same esteem as Shockwave’s former leader. All it took was a single fearful glance his direction to seal the stranger’s fate.
It was almost pathetic how quickly the wyvern found themselves upside down in Shockwave’s needled teeth, swallowed down whole still kicking and screaming without a drop of blood spilled. Honestly, if it weren't for Blurr’s horrified whimper, the Empurake doubted he would’ve noticed it at all.
”Well, isn’t this a lovely surprise.” Treading into the clearing lightly, Shockwave dipped his head closer to the other’s level, purring softly and closing his jaws. “To what do I owe the pleasure, my dear?”
”You…you ate them.” Blurr mumbled, half relieved and half disgusted.
”They would’ve died for threatening you either way, this just saves me the trouble of a corpse in my woods.” He hummed nonchalantly, brushing his cheek against the entire side of Blurr’s head. “Are you alright, dear? You seem sick.”
”I really must be, coming to you.” The smaller drake chuffed, leaning into Shockwave’s touch with a quiet groan. “Ratchet certainly thinks so.”
”Ratchet is a hypocrite.” Scoffing, the Empurake groomed over the matte black scales behind Blurr’s jaw. “Are you hungry, dear? I realize now it was rude of me-“ catching a stronger taste of that sweet scent the same moment that he shuddered from the touch, both dragons paused. “-oh. Oh, my Blurr, it’s like that, isn’t it?”
Before he could answer, Shockwave shifted into his root form with nothing more than a smooth crackle of bones readjusting, left crouching before the other dragon not much different than before.
Other than a slightly shorter snout and a more human shape to their torso, arms, and feet, there wasn’t much difference between an Empur’s alt and root forms compared to their normal counterparts and their entirely human upper halves.
“May I? I feel that perhaps a den might be a more comfortable place to spend your heat than out here.” Holding out a sharp-clawed hand to Blurr (one that was easily half his entire body length), the little drake nodded carefully, squeaking as he was scooped up into his giant’s arms and pressed to a broad purple chest. “And I do apologize for any stress my late arrival may have caused.”
”You’re…alright, really.” Blurr seemed to melt into Shockwave’s hold as he stood upright, squirming around to bare his dark belly to the lumbering dragon. “I never gave much warning either.”
”In the future, should you end up going back to that group of yours, know you’re always welcome in my den.” Nuzzling between his front paws, Shockwave got a light battering to his snout and an amused snort.
“That’s assuming I know how to get through that labyrinth you call an entrance tunnel.”
“Hm, not yet, but given time…” flickering his tongue out again, he coiled it teasingly around Blurr’s neck, getting a hitched breath out of him. “I’m sure it’ll become second nature.”
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“What a pretty mess you’ve become, my dear.” Shockwave hummed smoothly, like he wasn’t the cause of Blurr’s wrecked appearance. The tiny blue drake still had yet to figure out just how the Empurake spoke (it certainly wasn’t with his mouth, the same way he seemed to see without the deep red eye lodged where his throat should be), but at the moment his brain was about as occupied and heat-addled as his insides, so there wasn’t much focusing to be done on the matter.
Blurr’s knees squeezed weakly at the bony, purple-scaled hips of his monstrous lover as another shuddering orgasm rolled through his already overtaxed body, whip-thin tail falling limp from where it had been wrapped around Shockwave’s foot-paw and a pitiful trickle of cum joining the drying puddle on his belly. His voice had long dried up from all his whimpers and moans, throat raw from being fucked by both tongue and dick over the course of the day, and his face was a mess of bitten lips and an ever present flush that stretched all the way down his claw-pinned chest.
“Doing so well, my dear, just one more.” Still, Shockwave’s tone was light and casual, with only the barest undercurrent of some possessive, panting rumble as his sharp-toothed muzzle burrowed into Blurr’s neck, tongue scratching across his throat to lave at the heat-sensitive scent gland under his ear instead. With a cracked whimper, Blurr squirmed under the attention, pawing weakly at the hand enclosing his ribcage and jostling the heavy cock splitting him open in a way that made his vision fuzz over.
“Shh, shh, careful, Blurr-” his other hand came to still the smaller drake, fingers wrapping around his distended waist with ease as he sat back on his haunches “-it’d be a shame if you hurt yourself like this. You’ll already have to explain all these.“ Shockwave’s beaked snout nosed meaningfully at all the tooth marks puncturing the skin and scales of his root form from throat to thigh, both back and front.
“Not to mention where you’ve been, I don’t think you’d want to add to that.”
He never smiled (and Blurr wasn’t sure he knew how), but Blurr could always hear the grin in Shockwaves voice, weakly baring his teeth as the Empurake drew away and picked his love up from the hide-strewn floor.
Licking his lips, he began to tug Blurr’s body up and down on his cock like he was nothing more than a toy.
Shockwave had already found he could squeeze Blurr’s lithe middle for a bit of extra pressure, and knew just how far a little bit of sweet-talking could get him, but most importantly, he knew that being picked up and manhandled was one of the little drake’s guiltiest pleasures.
As it was, he’d already tensed again, hands gripping his first finger tight and tail whipping between his ankles. That pretty mouth was open again, spewing raspy, cracked cries that were a pitiful, far thing from his normal volume.
“That’s it, dear, you’re almost there.” Lips fluttering, Shockwave found that he wasn’t far behind, dragging Blurr’s pale, trembling body over his dick with more force than before, more speed, beginning to add his rolling hips back into the equation.
Hitching, squirming, and with nothing left to give, Blurr came for the last time, shaking apart in Shockwaves claws with a sob.
“Shh, shh, there we go, doesn’t that feel better?”
“Sh-Shockwaaave!” While Blurr’s slurred, petulant whine —paired with his wrecked appearance— strummed at the Empurake’s already thread-thin resolve, it was a soft and raspy “Please, love” that ended up doing him in.
Hunching around the smaller dragon, Shockwave rattled out a hissing snarl as he came, antlers scraping against the ground and hips juddering with the unspent urge to bury himself as deep as possible, to fill Blurr with more cum and cock than he could ever reasonably take. It was an urge he’d beaten to the back of his brain time and time again without mercy, and tonight was no different, even drawing out a bit as he gently set Blurr down, shoulders cushioned by hides and lower body propped up on Shockwave’s thighs.
“Isn’t this a lovely sight?” He purred breathlessly, stroking Blurr’s ruddy cheek with the very end of a claw and getting a weary scoff for it.
“If I’m lovely, then you’re not a cannibal.”
“Semantics, my dear. I’m not cannibalizing you, am I?”
“Debatable.” Brushing a hand over his bitten up chest for effect, he winced. “Fuck those are deep.”
“Hmm,” flexible spine curving in a deep arch, Shockwave let his tongue slide out and begin to methodically lick up the filth spattering Blurr’s twitching thighs and heaving stomach; though he avoided his pussy, still fluttering weakly around Shockwave’s cockhead and spilling little dribbles of pinky-red cum as he wriggled in the awkward position. “Guess you’ll have to stay a little longer.”
“Hah, that’s f-funny.” Blurr flinched at the rough drag of tongue right where hip met leg, sleepy blue eyes scrutinizing the purring Empurake. “You say that like I didn’t just lose the ability to walk for the next few solar cycles. Can you let me lay down now? I think the blood’s rushing to my-oh fuuck on a stick.” Swiftly replacing his dick with his tongue, Shockwave began to eat Blurr out with frightening efficiency, and if he hadn’t been wrung dry, the little blue drake would’ve most definitely been hard again. “Oooh, you’re awful.”
“It’s far faster than taking you to the river.” Shockwave rumbled placidly, like his maw wasn’t occupied with Blurr’s lower half. “Safer too.”
“Again, debatable.” As he said it, though, slender fingers reached for Shockwave’s eyeless snout, stroking the smooth, unscarred expanse with a sort of bleary affection as his tongue retreated.
“You wound me, dear, I’m truly hurt.” Nuzzling up Blurr’s cheek for a moment, the giant pushed to his hands and feet-paws proper and —for lack of a better word— slunk from the nest, the pinky-thin end of his long black and purple tail coming to coil around the other dragon’s wrist as he rustled through his things. All the while, Blurr’s grasp on consciousness dripped down into the packed earth beneath him, half-heartedly tracing the smooth timbers overhead like he could pick out any sort of daylight in the nonexistent cracks of Shockwave’s den roof, but with how meticulous the Empurake was was, the only faults he could find were antler rakes.
The den itself was warm and neat, well-hidden and expertly designed in a way that made Blurr’s hindbrain purr at the other’s forward thinking. Not only that but its guardian had long since proven himself a capable one, fiercely protective, endlessly gentle, and with an aptitude for bringing down just about anything he wanted (and really, Shockwave’s favored snacks were only a secondary concern at this point).
Lumbering back with a canteen held carefully between his teeth, Shockwave prowled the edge of the nest in his alt now, scraping and neatening the rumpled covers before falling to a stop at Blurr’s shoulders.
“Thirsty, dear?”
“Considering you’ve quite literally wrung me dry,” accepting the heavy canteen with shaking arms, the other dragon snorted. “I’d be more concerned if I wasn’t. Thank you, love.”
“Always.”
Scooping him up with one great paw, Shockwave descended to the center of the shallow nest, curling into a loose ball with Blurr’s back propped against his ribs as he sipped at the canteen and the other nuzzled at his messy head of hair. It was…comfortable. Safe. A pleasant end to an exhausting heat that neither would trade.