The Wyvern Damme of Drakenwall, part 2

Part 2:

Where was Zephyra!?

The question rang sharp in the Commander's mind as his eyes beheld the devastation of the rookery. Pure horror sank in to him, and a loss so painful it felt like his heart had just stopped. If what the wave had done had killed her somehow... refusing to believe, yet terrified to his very bones, Commander Anondrius swallowed the lump in his throat. Part of his mind flashed back to the initial moments, those first months of her growth and training, and then the years that followed of companionship. Of riding on her back amongst the clouds with only Zephyra and himself alone in the world.

The thought of never being able to experience that again was the nightmare that chased him in his sleep at night, and now as the possibility of it coming true turns the hard, experienced commander into a terror-filled shadow of himself.

Rushing forward, Anondrius screams, "ZEPHYRA!"

Gauntleted hands waving through the steam, the heat enough to be cloying. The scent was familiar and strong. The scent of Zephyra and this time of her life. He'd smelled her raw femininity many times when she was laying these eggs, the heat of her fluids causing steam as the heated eggs exited her body and he gently soothed her as each egg fell. She was the mother of nearly the entire flight of Wyverns in Wyvern Tower, afterall. It was so soothing and so familiar that it calmed some of his emotions as he looked down upon the eggs that Zephyra seemingly had left be-- no... what?

Something was in the center of the nest.

The steam was beginning to fade as the birthing fluid covering the eggs began to dissipate. The warmth of the nesting materials would cradle them now, and it would be only a few short weeks before the first hatchlings would begin to stur in their shell. A month or so later the first hatchings would tap at their hardened egg shells and break into the world into the world and waddle, plaintively shrieking, into the care of those they would choose to be their guardians and companions for the rest of their lives.

Part of the Commander's mind realized he was clouding out his fear and terror with mundane, practical. Because what was lying in the center of the nest could not possibly be, and his mind could barely comprehend what was awaiting him.

The woman that lay naked and beautiful within the center of the next was the most powerful vision of beauty the Commander had seen in his long life.

She was, in a word, magnificent. And she clearly as well was not human.

Emerald scales merged seamlessly with flesh as pale as a northerners. They flowed together without a hint of a break on her arms, the outside of her thighs, her lower legs which, and a long sinuous tail rippled out behind and underneath her. Her lower legs ended in grasping talons that looked terribly sharp and the scales running up her calves looked like a pair of knee high boots... yet were so clearly part of her flesh and seamlessly formed as the rest of her. But the most magnificent beauty was her wings. Emerald and elegant, her arms were wings ending in three taloned claws that were immediately and intimately familiar. The rippled scales on the outside of her wings and down each pinion gleamed with the beaded wetness in the air, while the soft leathery underside of each wing with the cross-weaving of scale pattern transposed through the material looked so very soft. A softness the commander knew all too well.

Hair the color of nimbus clouds billowed out from her head, surrounding features of elegant femininity. A delicate, refined nose with a gentle sweep of bridge, with full lips below open the rise and fall of her breath. On the sides of her face, sliding up from her cheekbones, were more of the emerald scales sliding up to the horned ridges with the fan of green between them that were at the same time so familiar and so alien to him. The top of her head possessed the two long backward swept horns of the same emerald, a distinctive chip in one where a rogue dragon's horn had marred it in their last sortie...

Her body was something beyond beauty. Ripe and voluptuous curve of breasts and hips with a body toned and with the faintest hints of the most refined definition. The body of a warrior goddess of both fertility and strength. Her nipples were a light pink and plump, capping and standing out of her heavy sway of breast flesh with a mouthwateringly visible dimple in the center of each. Her line of abdominal muscles formed a soft line of flesh between them that ran down to a deep navel and then below with hips wide and magnificently strong and formed thighs... just a barest hint of what lay beneath them was visible with her thighs pressed together as she sprawled there.

Strangest though, yet also so intimately familiar, was the gemstone set between and above her breasts, in the center of her collarbones right over the top of her sternum. Like a part of her flesh it gleamed, so familiar. Like a cat's eye agate, gleaming golden with the line of dark through the center. It was the gemstone-like scale set into the breast of all wyvern he had ever seen. A reservoir of magical energies it was theorized to be by many Dragoons, including the Commander himself.

All of this vision lay amid the cooling clutch with her wings wide and her breasts rising and falling as she breathed hard and fast. Her eyes closed, lids delicate and with long lashes he noticed, and with an expression of passing pain on her face... the woman breathed like someone who had just collapsed exhausted after a terrible labor. Her body gulping in great quantities of air to try and recover.

Standing there half into the nest, the Dragoon Commander looked upon the woman with a mixture of awe, confusion, and fear. For there had never been to his eyes a woman more beautiful then this. Yet she should not be. His partner, his friend, his love... Zephyra should be here. Her mouth open and tongue wide and panting after a successful clutching. And he should be soothing her and stroking her and kissing her brow and telling her how marvelous her eggs and how beautiful and splendid she was. Yet in her place was this woman who seemed to answer every secret longing in his heart for feminine companionship. Something he had never truly allowed himself as duty kept him honor-bound to this fortress.

What had the Demon Lord's Ascension Wake done?

It was in that moment of conflicted emotion that the woman's eyes opened, blinking clear the dampness on her skin from so much steam around her, revealing eyes that Commander Anondrius would remember until his dying day. Golden eyes. They turned this way and that, confused and glazed. She arched, stretching herself and raising her breasts upward, making the healthy globes shift to reveal a creamy expanse of under breast and the gentle pink creases underneath them. He could see her back was scaled too as she did this, down to her sinuous tail which emerged from the base of her back, a ridge-line running down her spine that too was familiar. He had spent decades admiring it, and sitting astride it... while below her tail the creamy flesh of a heart-shaped backside was visible as she rolled onto her side and spread her wings forward and against her clutched eggs. Her movements were like someone trying to work out muscle cramps. The sound that broke from her mouth, however, amid the gasp and low groans of muscle strain escaping her was that sound that confirmed it at last for him.

A trill.

A trill, made by her rippling her tongue against the roof of her mouth. A sound she had always made when she was happy or at peace or was taking in the pleasure of his gentle care-taking of her. It rose from between the full lips of the woman who now rose to a seated position as her wings folded and she used her clawed hands to raise herself upward.

"Zephyra...," breathed the Commander without any more fear... awe and wonder filled his face, his eyes...

Head snapping to the side, her mane of silvery hair swaying, the Wyvern Matron looked upon him with those familiar eyes which immediately softened. The voice that came from her mouth as her head tilted to the side in that familiar way she always did was soothing and rich. Like freshly poured whiskey it purred from her mouth and ran into his ears.

"Anon...," without hesitation she reaches up, and cupped his cheek with her three taloned hand. He leaned into it, eyes questioning, as his mouth formed the words, "Is it really you?"

"Sweet idiot. Who else would be here in my nest with my clutch?," came her gently chiding voice. "My... this is so strange," she continued gently. Then the task of the moment was at hand, and she used her wing to gently push him back, and with a motherly concern on her face she rose to her knees and looked all about. "My clutch! My eggs!" Gently stumbling back he dropped down as she turned and shifted. Examining each egg in turn carefully. Just watching her move and brood over them was a confirmation. How many times had he seen her act like this over a freshly lain clutch. And, remembering his place and his own role, he removed his gauntlets and stepped forward to help her.

She glanced to him with those intensely golden eyes, each pupil a slit like the agate-like gemstone scale upon her breast, and gave him a loving smile and another sweet trill before turning back to her eggs.

"T-they've come out safe," he judged as he gently turned and studied them. Years of experience helping him in that regard. "You've done it again, Zephyra... given birth to a whole new flight." He counted almost two dozen, one of her largest clutches ever. "Twenty-two... Magnificent... We're going to be able to fill two whole wings with this..."

Pride shone on her face as she gently turned the last egg, giving it a gentle caress, "As expected. Who but I could deliver such a fine clutch?" She paused, pride and joy shining on her features. Happiness and contentment radiating from her. Yet amid that, a note of doubt crept in as she turned her head slowly to look at him, "I think, beloved rider, things are about to change... and we will have to adapt the wings..."

Glancing up, he can't help but smile, "You think, Zephyra?" He could hardly believe what was happening. Barely understand as he too gave an egg one loving caress. "...What has happened, do you think?"

"The Demon Lord...," a pause and then a shake of her extravagantly maned head, her horns turning this way and that, "...Something is different."

Sounds began to be heard from other parts of the wyvern tower. Glad cries and terrified yells. Distant calls for help and, in steadily increasing numbers, passionate cries. Turning his head, the Commander looks upward and frowns, "...I should be overseeing this... If every monster has been transformed..."

The gentle touch of her talons on his chin turning his face back around to face her was the response to this, and he sees she had crawled closer to him, "...my brave Rider. Such a devotion to your wing and your duty. What happens now is between Dragoon and Wyvern. Dragon and Rider. The Bond must be made anew if they are to ever be partners again... there is nothing you can do to help them." The swish of her tail behind her was definitely something familiar... a mischievousness in her sparkling up.

Looking into her eyes, Anondrius was transfixed and understood in that moment. He truly couldn't help the other dragoons or supervise this. If they each had just seen that their partners of a lifetime had become beautiful women the same way Zephyra had... what were they do to? ...But what about--

"You have your own things to worry about anyway... oh rider...," Zephyra pours out her smooth and sensual voice with a hint of something he had never seen in her eyes in regards to him. He had seen love in her eyes, yes. But he had never seen... desire. He trill rises from her as she moves in a rush.

A startled cry and a clatter as armor clangs and a rustle as hay from the pile of torn-apart nesting materials gathered rises up to meet him. She, his Wyvern, comes down atop him with her lips locked upon his own. He hadn't enjoyed a passionate kiss from a woman in many years, and the commander surrendered to this one in a fervent rush of heat. Her weight settling upon his armored body as he feels her hips press down atop his own. Astride him in an instant, thighs pressing down on the outside of his own, a ferocious passion was pressed into him. Her kiss was unskilled, but passionate, like a girl just learning how... yet rapidly learning. His hands run up her sides, stroking and rubbing feminine curves that he had never realized he longed for as he too learned how to kiss her. She nibbled his lower lip, tugging it back and up with a trill... releasing it to rebound elastically with a soft fleshy sound.

Gasping, breathless, Anondrius groaned, "Z-zephyra... you're... we're..." Gently a talon rests on his lips, silencing him. "You are my Dragoon, and I am your Wyvern. We have been together since we were children. I have loved you since the day we met... and only now can I show you my love..."

Tears flashed briefly across his vision before he blinked them away, "...Everyone is experiencing this?"

Zephyra nodded, "I think so... I can feel the energies of the new Demon Lord, and I can hear the cries of my daughters. They've... changed us. All of us. Even the males... who are males no more..." She trilled, arching over him, "I think, my dearest love, that things are about to become far more interesting in the world." Her talons rang softly against his breastplate, "...now, be a dear and help me get your shiny, bright scales off you? We can't mate if you're wearing them, you know." She teased, her silvery-white hair falling across the side of her face.

Realizing some of the full ramifications of the moment, but not letting them stop him or occupy him any more, Commander Anondrius laughed, "Zephyra..." Giving her a fierce hug that brought a trill from her, the Commander rapidly began to undo his armor. Shoving and tossing pieces aside as the nude and spectacular vision before his eyes sat up astride him and gave urgent little bounces to hurry him along.

He could feel himself growing hard, all that softness and weight pressed down onto his groin. Looking down as he shed his breastplate and sent it skidding to the side, he could see the curve of her pelvis sliding down to the most delectable of v-shapes. Ending in a raised mount of femininity, the pelvic bump of her mons there as she shifted and rocked against arousing enough to bring him to full and painfully constrained hardness.

His chest now bare to her touch, she leaned her talons down and began to trace his muscles and his scars, her eyes looking over him with both a propriety and a desire intense and deep. With it too, as she traced every mark given by an enemy, was a fierce pride. Her smile was radiant and motherly, yet sensual and full.

He could feel his pants getting wet now as he quickly undid his belt, and began to shove. She was wet, drippingly so. The heat of her sex had transferred into the front of his pants and he could almost see steam beginning to form and wisp away. It was a heady thought as he released himself completely from his confines and, as she rose up to her knees, he gasped to see a line of wetness briefly form between the front of his pants and her labia lips before the fluid line broke wetly.

"Oh my beautiful man...," comes that wonderful voice. A voice imprinted now in his mind, "We've won so many battles together. We've fought, and protected, and won the day time and time again." Her features, with a truly joyous gleam in her eyes, were radiant with happiness and love. "Lets ride again. And again and again and again." Her trill now was positively lascivious.

His cock, full and erect, raised immediately from the confines of his pants. He held it by the base as she rocked above him... touching his glans with the folds of her steaming labia as her eyes burned down into his.

"I love you, Zephyra... I will always love you...," Anondrius panted as his free hand rose to cup her cheek, and leaning into it, she cooed and then trilled again as he scratched her cheek ridge.

"Oh Anondrius... we're going to be doing this for a long... long... time...," she purred out the words as she shifted, and with an ease that was astonishing, she lowered herself upon him.

It was shockingly wet, and hot, coating his cock in an intense warmth that make him cry out with the pleasure of it alone. The passage, as his cock slipped inside, was a velvety embrace of folded flesh stretching out to engulf him as he was inserted deep inside of its tightness. She conformed around him, a woman of generous years and virtue, who had produced from this passage a whole tower filled with Wyvern.

Her moan of pleasure and her arch up as she raised her wings wide for balance was an erotic pleasure all its own. Facial features that had never had the ability to show the kind of pleasure she was receiving now made the most lewd of satisfied expressions as she buried him to the hilt inside of her in one long, smooth insertion. Her mound of sex and labia lips swallowing up his aroused cock with a predatory ownership. Her growl that escaped as her tail lashed the air was deep and loud, and she said one word, a word that paralyzed him with as much the eroticism of it as the fact that her insides contacted with a muscular control that astonished him.

"/Mine/!"

Barely able to contain his own pleasure, his own excitement, the Commander of Drakenwall bucked underneath her and arched. Scarred and leanly muscular frame rising as his powerful legs lifted his hips upward. Responding to her assertion of ownership with complete assent and a demanding satisfaction all his own as he too growled with love and desire in his voice. His teeth clenched and lips parted as he voiced the single word.

"Yours."

A happy, girlish trill erupted from the Wyvern astride him as she shimmed and rolled her hips atop him, using powerful thigh muscles to move her pussy around atop his erection. Causing the ramrod straight cock to grind around against the inner walls of her pussy like a finger inserted through a knothole in a wooden fence and rotated. Her heat and muscles gripped him and spread inward into his body as more passionate cries could be heard all across the tower.

Couples just like them, Wyverns and Dragoons, uniting in passion and love for the first time ever. Two beings, united since their youths, brought together at last in a way so primal, so perfect, it cemented their union forever more. Dragoon and Wyvern.

Pride and love in his smile he gripped one of her full breasts, squeezing it and kneading the round orb, causing dimples of flesh to slide through it with his pressure. His other hand held tightly to her hip, as her heart-shaped ass rested on his thighs and her molten hot pussy massaged his cock with a squeezing tightness that had only begun to pleasure him.

There were no words needed between them anymore. Both responding to body language tried and tested and forged over their decades of companionship. She arched up her hips and rode him down, leaning forward and digging her talons into the hay on either side of his head as her hair swung and swayed. Her roll of hips bringing his shaft in and out of her in such a way that every inch of him was caressed by those creases and folds of sensitive flesh inside of her. His shaft plunged deep inside her with a spear's insistence as he rose to meet her. He wouldn't let himself merely be ridden by her, no... this was a union both had never known they needed, and neither of them would give an inch of their connection away in favor of the other.

Crying out in passion, eyes aflame with desire, Zephyra slapped her pussy down wetly onto her rider's hard cock with lewd wet slaps as her ass bounced and shook. Her face, full of love and need and satisfaction to at last to be with the mate she had chosen for her life, was radiant and changed to intensely pleasured expression. She biting her underlip hard and closing her eyes, looking upward under their lids as his cock's glans rubbed over an extremely sensitive part inside of her. The Commander's own face was given completely to the moment. Mouth open to suck in air and emit carnal groans, faint darkness of unshaven beard growth on his chin, cheeks, and upper lip, his eyes blazed with passion as he gave and shared and loved.

Unable to take it anymore, she collapsed tight to him. Her arms pressing underneath and around him, her wings wrapping around him. Embracing him as he felt her tail coil around his right leg tight enough it almost stopped the flow of blood. Her mouth sought his and she kissed him fiercely, he returning the full emotion imparted by that kiss as their tongues wrestled for dominance. Her hips pounded and his own rocked up, slapping them together in a fierce and rising in speed as they blazed their way straight to the conclusion both wanted so desperately to happen.

A spasmodic vice-like clamp onto his cock heralded her orgasm as she screamed into his mouth and trilled her tongue along his own and the roof of his mouth. Her insides, molten hot and wet and steaming, spasmed and gushed wetly over his groin and into the hay between them as his own release jetted up straight from his very core. Muscles through pelvis tightening and balls rising as each surging explosion of cum shot forth and into her body, splashing so forcefully into the narrowed tightness of her cervix that it sprayed deep into her waiting womb.

A wail and buck as she slapped herself down tight, body clamping down as she rose and arched... wings spread wide and head thrown back. A ferocious shriek erupting from her, triumphant and bugling greeted by choruses of others as the Matron of the Wing reveled in completion and her union with her rider that sealed them more completely then that first day when she spilled out as a hatchling into his waiting hands.

Collapsing back atop him as he too fell limply to the straw padding underneath them, the pair's labored breathing was loud and dancing synchronously together.

It was Anondrius who broke the silence between them, as Zephyra lovingly nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder and neck.

"...Ha... ha... well, this means there are going to be a lot of new people wanting to ride Wyvern. For a whole new reason."

Her laughter was slow and serene, raising her head and looking into his eyes with a sex-satisfied satiation and glow about her, "Mmmm... and my next clutch will be smaller. But every one of them from now on is going to have you for a father, not anyone else anymore. I never took a permanent mate..." She brushed his cheek with her foretalon, "Because somehow I knew you already were."

He smiled, "We have work to do, my wyvern Lady. If all the monsters are now women, then it means the world has truly changed... ...this fortress is full of men who haven't seen a woman since their visited the towns. And we have a siege forming up in the pass..."

She burst out laughing, "Oh, this is going to be interesting! I wonder how many of them I will get to fight." She trilled excitedly.

Kissing her softly, he murmured, "I love you... my Wyvern."

Nipping his lip softly, Zephyra smiled as she trilled, "I love you too... my Rider..."

In the distance beyond the tower, panicked horncalls were beginning to rise as the signal for an assault.

The Siege of Drakenwall had begun.