Azure and Silver

Catch up story for April, 2017

Universe: Dungeons and Dragons

Tags: Dragon

Word count 4,140

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This story is an old one, expanded in recent days. As any of you who followed my early, early stories know I’m a dragon lover. Damn sexy beasts they are, and my original love was of course the dragons from Dungeons and Dragons the RPG. If you’ve never seen the iconic designs for the various colors and shades of dragons the game had, you should totally look them up.

In that vein of course, I wrote a lot of old stories about dragons and sex. This story involves a favorite dragon NPCs that found his ways into various Forgotten Realms campaigns I’ve run for friends over the years.

Suffice it to say, the mysteriously powerful bard who helps the party out and likes to wear blue has a lot of secrets.

Oh, and heads up, this story is darker since it is NC.

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The city was magnificent. Truly, there were few like it in the world, both in size and culture, and none which had such a dynamic and interesting citizens and leaders. Elijah, as he was calling himself these days, was forever in love with Waterdeep.

Even for one such as he, it was hard to go unnoticed in the cosmopolitan and magical city. But when one can shapeshift disguise come easily, and given the right magic even a silver dragon can hide themselves amongst mortals for centuries.

This time, he was pretending to be a human. A mere fling, a fad really, a flash in the pan compared to the elves he usually impersonated. But humans could be boisterous and grow in power quicker than elves, so he did not have to spend decades concealing his magical talents.

He fashioned himself a bard this time, and sang in all the bars of the greatest city of Faerûn, from the lowest, dock side dive to the most noble of wine gardens, where only the great houses could hear him. He was, without a doubt, a sensation. A fashion, and fad, and his star glittered as brightly as his scale would under the moonlight.

Later, the young male dragon would regret that.

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Waking up groggy and uncertain was a new experience for the dragon who called himself Araym Gleamwing. He was a silver dragon after all; one of the greatest creatures in all of Faerûn. A hangover was not something that should happen to him. Even if he had been drinking copiously, he would never have been able to drink enough to affect his real body like this. Gleamwing shifted, feeling his draconic form sprawled languidly on the bed of coins that shifted underneath him.

Sore muscles in his wings protested, and his limbs arched a bit, but whatever had happened, he'd made it back to his lair unhurt. He must have triggered the spell which brought him back, hopefully not in front of people. Still, the bard he pretended to be in polite, human society was a magic user. It wouldn't be an issue for him to disappear in a flash of light. Gleamwing stretched, and made to rise...

When the silver dragon tried to spread his wings, felt the iron binding his closed behind his back was when he knew something was truly wrong.

A melodious voice made his head jerk up, and the silver drake felt the iron collar around his long neck pull tight, keeping him from turning to see who was behind him.

"You aren't going to die,” the sweet voice crooned, “or even be hurt. I’d never hurt an instrument as beautiful as you."

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The other bard had not been in in any plans that ‘Elijah’ had made for the night. But he’d had to go to the Silver Shield, simply because of the taverns name. Besides, he enjoyed singing for guardsmen. There was never any trouble in the bars they frequented, and the minstrels who played there could not try to intimidate him away, as most bards would do with an interloper like he was. Not guard taverns didn’t even have a regular minstrel.

Caelen Arzurestike made quite the impression though. He was an elven bard, and had become a cherished fixture at the bar. Unlike other minstrels, he was not territorial about Elijah muscling in on his business for the evening. No, he seemed practically delighted to find another singer there for the evening, and demanded that Elijah play with him. Caelen began challenging the disguised silver dragon to tests of musical skill, bringing down all sorts of musical instruments from his room in the inn upstairs.

While the other bard played beautifully, it was his voice which filled the inn and drew Gleamwing’s true attention. The elf had a deep, resonate voice, with such broad range and timbre that he sounded like a thunderstorm rolling across the plains as he belted out ballad after balad. Caelen jollied the guards into singing along with him and Gleamwing, engaging the silver dragon’s full attention.

He was a genius of a musician, and it was thrilling to play with him.
Together he and Gleamwing sang so well that the guards laughed, cried, and cheered along with the songs, causing enough noise that had it not been a bar full of guardsmen, somebody would have called the watch to shut them down.

The night went on forever, each man matching the other in drinks and songs, until the evening became a warm blur of pleasant memories.

***

Those memories turned dark and dangerous now as Gleamwing tried to see who else was in the cavern, but the collar and chain around his long neck prevented him from seeing clearly, and he had a sinking feel just like he got before a thunderstorm broke overhead.

Because it was that same dee and resonate voice that echoed through the cavern now as did in his memories, deep, rumbling, and purring in delight.

“I hope you’re not too uncomfortable, Gleamwing. I realize that my precautions aren’t pleasant, but hopefully we won’t need them forever.”

“Where are you? Show yourself!” Gleamwing said, voice ringing in the dark cave as he tugged on the chains, shocked at how firmly each of his limbs was tied down, even his tail, and the voice of Caelen Azurestrike came rumbling back to him.

“Of course, beautiful, why would I hide?”

Out of the darkness came another dragon, and Gleamwing’s sinking feeling turned to icy fear as he saw the huge, mat blue scales looming out of the darkness, as a massive blue dragon strode towards him and the pile of gleaming gold coins he lay upon.

“C-Caelen? You’re... but blue dragons can’t...” The silver dragon cursed himself, spitting snowflakes across the bed of coins. They might not be able to shapeshift naturally as the metallic dragons could, but they could damn well cast spells as good as any wizard. “Why have you captured me, Azurestrike,” the silver dragon demanded in the most confident tones he could manage.

The blue dragon behind him was massive, older than Gleamwing was by at least a century judging by his size alone. His scales had a flat, blue matt color that drank in the low light, and compared to Gleamwing’s glittering scales he seemed particularly dull. The blue dragon approached cautiously, but without any of the menace the silver dragon had come to expect from his kind.

“Call me just Azure, Gleamwing. And it took me a long time to learn the polymorph spell, it’s true. But I studied it relentlessly until I mastered it as well as any metallic dragon does by birthright alone.” The blue slunk closer, head down and wings half spread, as if stalking prey. “How else was I going to live in Waterdeep?”

“You live in the city?” Gleamwing said in surprise, and it was genuine shock. No chromatic dragon could resist their greedy and destructive natures, and he’d never heard of one living in secret amongst so many humans and elves for any length of time without their very nature revealing them for the servants of evil they were.

“Of course!” Azure replied, his voice rolling and musical as he stalked closer and closer to the silver drake, both males eyes locked on the other dragon’s. “How else could I partake of such wonderful music and theater? I’ve lived in the city on the sea for generations now.”

“Music?” the silver dragon said in surprise.

“Yes, music! It took me forrrreeeever,” the dragon crooned, rolling the r and e excessively, as if savoring the sounds, “to learn to sing so well, to entrance my audience with words alone, not spells, and to play so many instruments. But you... you do it all naturally, don’t you Gleamwing? You said you had no training, and I believe you. You can do what took me decades to accomplish,” the blue dragon said darkly, his voice rumbling with a growl, “and your voice is absolutely beautiful... the most wonderful thing I have ever heard.”

Now, Gleamwing knew why he’d been captured, and it sent a chill as cold as his own breathe could be down his long spine. Chromatic dragons, blues especially, were prideful creatures. While a green might become jealous of someone with greater talents and take a hundred years to get careful revenge, a blue dragon would strike at what offended him immediately and destroy it. Gleamwing had insulted Azurestrike’s pride by being better than he was.

Gleamwing struggled at his bindings, trying desperately to break the chains that held him on the pile of coins, or even just shift them enough to breathe his deadly frost breathe on the blue dragon, but Azurestrike lived up to his name before the silver dragon could break free, and struck out with his forepaw.

The blow was not the painful tearing that Gleamwing expected however. There were no claws, in fact the touch was tender, almost a caress. The touch shocked Gleamwing so much that he froze for a moment. "Your scales are so soft..." the blue dragon whispered as his rough claws traced the silver dragon's flank sensually.

Gleamwing shuddered in revulsion, flinching away from the evil dragon’s horrible touch as best he could, but the chains kept him from doing more than shifting his hips to one side. His tail whipped away from the blue, and Gleamwing gasped when those claws followed his hips, trailing down beneath his tail, the rough scales of the blue dragon’s paw sliding across the sleeker, soft scales of the silver dragon, dipping into the exposed cleft of his ass. If he'd been able too, the silver dragon would turn and struck him with full force, clawed that paw away from him and attacked the blue to drive him off. Instead, he felt as though he would throw up. He'd never been touched like that, and certainly not by another male.

But Gleamwing recognized the touch, oh gods help him, it was sickeningly familiar. It was the same way he'd touched the pretty silver dragoness that had once let him make love to her. He'd been in awe of her, an older and larger female who had wanted a clutch from the virile young male who had entered her territory. He'd run his claws across her soft scales just like that, seeking the vent of her sex below her tail, and he could see that same lust filled awe reflected now in Azure's eyes.

Gleamwing's eyes flicked down between the blue's legs, saw what swung between them, redoubled his frantic struggles against the chains binding him. He gasped as the blue's body moved up and over his own, forearms gripping Gleamwing’s shoulders. Disgust filled the younger silver dragon as he felt the blue's weight press upon his back and the silver dragon roared out, voice bellowing for help, "No! No, please gods no!" when he felt the first brush of the blue dragon's dick between his cheeks.

"Oh yes, my lovely," Azure whispered softly, his muzzle brushing along the back of Gleamwing's neck. "Sing out. Use that beautiful voice of yours as much as you want, I can't resist you anymore.”

Gleamwing struggled frantically, feeling a pressure where he’d never felt it before, and he’d certainly never imagine he would. He was a dragon! Silver scaled and righteous! This could not be happening!

Above him, the blue dragon’s deep voice crooned, his body pressed against the struggling silver drake. “From the moment I first heard your voice, heard you sing so beautifully, I knew had to have you, Gleamwing. I had to possess you. And now, with you here..." the blue's voice was pure honey as his forepaws stroked between the silver dragon's wings, sending a shiver of desire up Gleamwing's spine. The blue dragon rubbed firmly at the spot between the other male dragon’s wings, making him shudder involuntarily. It felt good, despite the revulsion Gleamwing felt at the evil dragon's unwanted advances. "I will have you, my lovely silver tongued beauty."

Gleamwing shuddered as he felt the slow wet ribbon of the blue dragon's tongue caress the base of his left horn and travel down his neck, sliding over small silver scale. "You are mine, and I will make you roar in pleasure." A shiver ran down Gleamwing's long neck as he felt a clawtip replace the phallus pushing against his anus. The silver was about to panic, images of being torn open suddenly filling his panicked mind, but then the blue dragon whispered a soft word of power. Gleamwing felt a tingling, greasy feeling spread up into his ass as the simple spell took. Gleamwing knew what spell it must have been, a spell even apprentices learned, a grease spell to make it possible for the blue to mount him easily, making the silver dragon's back entrance as wet as any dragoness in heat might be.

Gleamwing struggled, his shoulders shaking, his neck straining against the tight collar, and oh gods, gods no he could feel it as the blue's cock head pressed up against the vent under his tail again. He struggled harder, trying to turn his head to breathe his deadly frost across his attacker, but that collar pressed into his neck as he tried to breathe in deeply, and all he could do was choke and gasp. The brief glance he'd gotten of the blue's massive engorged cock was he needed to know he didn't want it inside him, and thinking about it made his chest tight with fear. Azure's cock had been as long as Gleamwing’s arm, the tip pointed with a broad flaring crown behind it. The blue’s shaft had ridges along its length, like the other male was wearing a series of plates along his dick, each wider than the one before, and now Gleamwing had to think about what that would feel like as it entered him.

He didn't want this, but there was nothing he could do but look back at that thick length jutting up from the other male dragon's vent as it pressed into him. Gleamwing couldn't breathe as he twisted his hips and strained against the bindings on his wings, trying anything to keep the huge thing out of him.

It was all for not though. Gleamwing felt the pointed tip pushing against his tail hole, working its way inside him slowly and then... then... oh god then the hulking brute of a blue dragon was on his back, moaning into his ear as that huge dick of his spread Gleamwing open. Azure's breathe was warm on the back of Gleamwing's neck and smelled of ozone and fresh rain, a detail of that moment the younger dragon would never, ever forget.

Every time he smelled fresh rain, or the tangy aftereffect of lightning, Gleamwing would relive this moment. He would recall the painful feeling of his anus stretching around the blue dragon's thick head, and the relief when the crown entered and his sphincter could tighten around the blue's thick shaft proper. Then, he felt every ridge, every ring of flesh of the blue dragon’s cock as it thrust into him, and Gleamwing remembered exactly how his ass felt as the hot length of Azure's cock slid deep inside, hilting inside himself in one smooth stroke.

The silver dragon bellowed in pain and surprise, his whole body on fire from the sudden intrusion. His ass felt as if he’d been torn open, stretched open wider than ever before. He pulled at the chains, thrashing to escape, but it was done.

"Oh my lovely... beautiful drake," Azure whispered, his body heaving as he held the silver dragon tightly, his forepaws wrapping around the silver’s shoulders, as his hind legs pressed forward, groin flush with the smaller dragon's bottom.

The blue dragon’s huge cock was throbbing in the tightness of the smaller dragon's ass, which felt even better than Azure had dreamed it would. "You feel like hot silk, and I can't... oh gods..." the blue muttered, his body hunching as his hips began to move.

Gleamwing cried out again, his body shaking as the blue's ridged cock pulled back, each flared ridge stretching him again as it retreated, and then plunged deep inside him again. It felt like a hard shaft of pain inside Gleamwing's body, worse than any sword or spear he'd felt pierce his hide. As it moved, the blue’s flared cock head seemed to pull at his insides, churning the silver dragon’s guts in a way he had not thought possible.

As the ridges of Azure's cock slipped in and out of the silver dragon's hole, pleasure bloomed where there had only been pain. The blue dragon's cock was thick and long, and the ridges of flesh along the blue's shaft made Gleamwing's ass stretch open again and again, as the blue dragon slid in and out of the silver dragon's tight ass.

Every thrust of the blue's huge cock made the hulking beast on Gleamwing's back shudder, and he was soon muttering into the silver dragon's ears. "Oh yes, yes, you are so perfect. So tight, so beautiful, so soft." the blue dragon hiss as his rough scaled paws stroked Gleamwing's side. "This is your first time, isn't it? It must be... You are so tight..." the dragon hissed, and Gleamwing gasped when the blue dragon's dick pushed fully inside him and Azure ground his hips against Gleamwing's rump, eliciting another sobbing bellow from the silver dragon.

Gleamwing felt the tips of the blue's sharp teeth on the back of his neck as the older dragon took him roughly and deeply. Azure nibbled slowly, sensually, and Gleamwing felt his stomach roll in horror as the blue dragon's tail slid between his legs and rubbed at the silver dragon’s groin. Gleamwing thrashed, the silver dragon's tail trying to force Azure’s away, but that rough, strong tail was more powerful, and it rubbed against the silver dragons balls and sheathe relentlessly. The motion was purposeful and undeniable, Azure wanted him hard. The bestial blue wanted him to enjoy being raped.

And as much as Gleamwing was disgusted by that, as sickened as the blue's touch and his weight on his back made the silver dragon, that huge cock inside him made Gleamwing's own dick respond to the blue's touch. It was sickening, the rubbing and stretching of his ass by another male’s cock, and it was also pleasurable beyond words. Gleamwing's dick was soon as hard as the blue dragon's inside him, the rough scales of Azure's tail rubbing along his shaft as the blue fucked him.

Every thrust was smooth, almost tender now. The large blue dragon's scales were rough against the silver dragon’s smaller silver ones, and they scraped across Gleamwing’s hide as the blue thrust into him. Each thrust of the blue's huge cock into his rear end forced the silver's hips downward, making his own cock thrust into the accursed blue dragon's coiled tail, the tip of which twisted around the silver dragon's dangling shaft, the thicker part of the blue's tail rubbing at his balls.

"Oh my sweet, lovely drake..." Azure whispered into Gleamwing's ear. The blue's neck rubbed against the back of Gleamwing's. "You are as wonderful as I hoped you would be. So soft, so silky inside, so hot and tight," the blue continued to thrust slowly, speaking sweet words as if they were the dearest of lovers. Azure’s wings stretched out for balance as he moved over the tied down silver dragon, his hips thrusting steadily. Gleamwing moaned in despair, his body aching under the blue's weight pressed onto his back, the chains holding him in place and preventing him from fighting back as he was raped. He’d begun to struggled once the shock of being mounted wore off, but the blue's chains and strength held him in place.

"Don't struggle, my lovely. It’s alright; I'm going to show you so much pleasure." Azure whispered, as that huge cock continued to plow into the silver drake's body. "I know my size is unfamiliar, but you'll adjust." The blue dragon crooned, his body shifting steadily back and forth over Gleamwing's, his strong paws controlling the silver dragon's motions as Azure kissed the nape of the silver dragon's neck.

"You're mine now," the blue dragon whispered, and the pure avarice in his voice made Gleamwing shudder. The words triggered something in him and he began to shake, his body on the verge of collapse.

He was being taken by the blue, possessed. He wasn't just being raped, he was... was... Azure's tail curled and squeezed at Gleamwing's hard cock, milking the shaft slowly, and revulsion made the silver dragon's stomach heave. He was being raped and forced to enjoy it.

That fact hit the silver dragon like a knight's lance in the gut. He was enjoying this! His cock was hard; he was on the verge of climax even! The brutish male on his back was fucking him like a lover would, his cock pushing into the silver dragon's ass over, and over, and over, and it was all so sensual. So sweet, and so... wrong.

Gleamwing’s dick didn't care one bit. His body did not care what Gleamwing thought about the male on his back. All it cared about was the slick coils wrapped around and stroking his penis, and that hard shaft pushed rhythmically against spots deep inside him that felt oh so good...

Gleamwing roared out his frustration and shame, rattling the piles of treasure around them as Azure made him a part of his hoard, the silver dragon’s hot seed splattering across gold coins.

When the blue came inside him, it was with a roar.

***

Gleamwing shuddered, wings fluttering as his body was pushed down by force of the blue's final thrust. He felt it as the beast's huge shaft throbbed inside him, pumping a heavy load of seed deep inside the silver dragon. Gleamwing's struggled to push against the dragon on his back in the hope of forcing him off, but his efforts were utterly in vain.

Especially because the blue's tail continued stroking the silver dragon's cock, and that was making his entire body ache with ecstasy he did not want to feel.

Azure was spilling his copious seed inside him for a fourth time now, and there was nothing the silver dragon could do. Azure's body was flush with his own, as if the blue dragon were trying to get as much of his body as close to the silver dragon as possible, as if he drew additional pleasure from the way Gleamwing shuddered as his suddenly oversensitive dick was being stroked.

The silver dragon had never realized that he could feel so much pleasure that it became akin to pain, but that's what the blue dragon's tail made his overstimulated cock feel after he came each time. And this was the sixth time the blue dragon had brought the silver to shuddering, roaring climax.

Gleamwing was utterly revolted at what he felt when the blue's dick pulsed inside him, gushing his seed deep within the silver dragon's body. Azure's dick throbbed deep inside the trapped silver dragon, pressing against some place deep inside him that made Gleamwing feel true pleasure at what was being done to him... He had never felt so violated in all of his life. He'd been raped, bred, and forced to enjoy it.

It was the fourth time that Azure had taken him that day.

The fourth time in a row the blue had brought himself to climax inside Gleamwing, roaring in triumph as he claimed the smaller male dragon yet again.

And now that the copulation was over, now that Gleamwing had shamed himself by spilling his seed onto the blue dragon's gold yet again, adding yet more of his masculine essence to Azure’s hoard and the blue's balls were similarly empty for the moment, now came the worst part.

The loving, possessive, post-coitus embrace.

Azure's hard dick remained firmly in its new home inside Gleamwing's rump, but the rest of the brute's body moved over the silver dragon. Thick thighs rubbed against the backs of slender legs. Thick scaled blue paws caressed the sleek silver scales along Gleamwing's side, sending shudders throughout the smaller silver dragon. Azure’s paws moved across Gleamwing’s body as if blue were playing a treasured musical instrument.

Azure was touching him in the loving possessive way most chromatic dragon's only ever handled gold.

The blue's neck rubbed against Gleamwing’s, his bulked, brutish body pressing against Gleamwing’s sleeker form. For all his power, for all his massive strength and magic, Gleamwing could not force the blue off his back.

He’d pitted his will, his strength and vitality against the other dragon for hours now, and found that Azure was the only force in the realms which could truly threaten him, an older dragon.

It was maddening, it was awful, it was sensual and suggestive, and the touch of the blue’s rough scales made his own silver scales feel tarnished. The silver dragon wanted, wished, he could just die, but Azure had been clever. The collar he still wore prevented him from breathing deadly frost. His magic was spent, countered either by the blue’s own or by cleverly placed wards and triggered spells. Gleamwing had no idea what he would do next, or how he could escape.

Azurestrike’s head lifted, his broad muzzle coming into view as he rubbed his cheek against Gleamwing’s. “You.. bastard,” the silver dragon managed to gasp, his cold words the only frost he could manage with his breathe weapon stilled.

“I know you hate me,” the blue dragon whispered, voice still amelodic rumble, “but perhaps, my beautiful young lover, you will come to hate me less in the days to come.” Azure’s voice was a melody again, smooth and deep, the vibrations from his chest making the silver dragon shudder. “You will see that I am not what you think, and that for you... to own you...” the blue dragon moved, pressing himself forward, dick pushing deep into Gleamwing’s claimed and seeded ass, “I will do anything. For now, let me sing you to sleep, my lovely silver tongued prize.”

Tears still trickling down his cheeks and cum still leaking from around the blue’s cock in his ass, Gleamwing listened as Azurestrike sang him into an enchanted and dreamless sleep.