Of Wings and Frail Forms

“Are you alright?”, questioned Terrorblade, the demon. Dragonus, the Skywrath Mage, the avian-esque wizard who flew with his wings to get around was actually walking clutching his stomach in an abandoned library. Terrorblade and Dragonus made a brief alliance to safely scour the forgotten source of knowledge for valuable tomes, but based on the birdkin’s condition, the prior arrangement seemed more one-sided.

“I am afraid I am not. I thought I could bear with the pain, but it seems I am weak as ever.”, rattled off Dragonus as he chuckled, trying to walk away only to recoil in slight pain when he took a step forward. Terrorblade sighed as he looked over his ailed allied and walked towards Dragonus. Suddenly, the demon picked up the Skywrath Mage and proceeded to walk away with him. “Terrorblade, I insist you put me down this instant!”, exclaimed Dragonus as he started to resist the demon’s grip, only to irritate the pain in his stomach.

“You are not well. I only agreed to come here because I thought you could back me up…”, Dragonus reeled back, understanding that he had put the two into a compromising position by not being up front about his condition. “But there’s no need to turn back just yet. We are in no immediate danger, so getting you back in good condition can be the plan for now.”, Terrorblade’s sudden caring attitude took Dragonus by surprise. Demons were usually cutthroat at a moment’s notice, so Terrorblade being attentive was surely a rare sight. Ulterior motives were obviously in play, but Dragonus decided to play along for now as he ease into the demon’s form. Dragonus continued to lie helpless in Terrorblade’s arms and they backtracked through the books they had walked by previously. With the distance Terrorblade had to walk, the Skywrath Mage took it upon himself to contemplate on the situation of being carried like some bride. While, he was thankful for his comrade’s thoughtfulness, Dragonus couldn’t help but feel helpless in Terrorblade’s strong arms. Arms he knew were capable of stealing anything. Treasures, ownership…lives. The mage was even aware of the prison Terrorblade was sentenced to, where he was forced to face himself. As time went on, Dragonus grew worried. The aforementioned prison was a dimensional one. Since Terrorblade was a thief of grand nature, Dragonus thought it was possible for him to steal ideas like the concept of being trapped from himself. Worry ran through the mage as he thought about the things Terrorblade could take from him. What that demon would take from him in a weakened state. Dragonus clutched his staff, stirring a groan from Terrorblade. “If you’re worried about being robbed. Do not worry. I may not look like it, but I’m a man of my word.”, said Terrorblade, in an attempt to ease Dragonus. “Besides, to be a victim of theft, you’d need to have something valuable on you…”

The Skywrath mage was offended, ruffling his wings in protest, “How dare you! My staff and armor are worn with thousands of battles, soiled with the blood of–”

“You can fly with all that equipment, right? Which either means it’s made of frail material or it’s for your magicks and in that regard…let’s just say I’m not impressed.”

“Slandering the name of the Skywrath shall be your undoing.”, Dragonus threatened, slightly clutching at his stomach. “…In the future.” Terrorblade chuckled before settling down in what appeared to be a broom closet of sorts. If anything were to attack them it would have to be through the only exit available, so the demon took offense towards the door preparing for an attack. “Do you intend to stand guard until I’m better?”

“Would you rather be defenseless?”

“This place is abandoned. I’m sure we’ll hear anybody before they go on the offensive”, Terrorblade thought it over and went to ease, sitting next to Dragonus, checking over the mage’s condition.

“How have you been feeling?”, Terrorblade spoke the warmth of Dragonus’s head with the back of his hand.

The Skywrathmage leaned back as he rubbed his aching belly, thinking aloud, “Well, my appetite has increased, but I’m not gaining weight, my feet are swollen and my back is killing me…”

“If I didn’t know any better, it sounds like you’re about to lay an egg or something.”, Terrorblade laughed at the situation. The mere mention of such a ridiculous situation sent him into a laughing fit that was so unlike the demon. Skywrath was remained silent as the demon chortled away.

“Would that…really be odd?”, Terrorblade’s laughter slowed to a crawl at the mage’s question, who continued to explain himself, “I’m not ill or injured or anything really. There are eggs inside me. Not actual avian eggs, I crafted these personally, but they’re making it difficult to move around.”, Dragonus confessed about his condition. At this point all it was doing was making Terrorblade worried, though the mage feared being persecuted for his indecency.

“….So you just need them coaxed out of you?”, Dragonus scoffed at the question as he started to remove his armor, setting it down next to him. With his breastplate removed, Dragonus’s stomach was exposed and obviously bulging. With discomfort still apparent, Dragonus rubbed his rough hands on his soft belly. An odd activity he usually enjoyed alone, rubbing his own torso, but it felt nice; at least better than doing nothing. Dragonus started to moan slightly as he swirled his hand on his own stomach, taking a break after he was satisfied with the warmth on his torso. Warmness on Dragonus’s torso slowly went away only to grow stronger. Dragonus thought he might be growing ill, but over time the heat grew to be pleasant. Sinful shivers went down the mage’s spine as Terrorblade hand travel on his torso. Looking down at the demon’s hand, Dragonus thought it was weird the demon was even touching him as he inched away from Terroblade.

“You understand that this will get a bit personal, right?”, Dragonus inquired.

Terrorblade’s cool manner rolled out as he answered, “Perversions such as this are nothing compared to what I’ve seen. I just want you to be in able condition so I’ll help you with this.”. The mage waited for more to comment on the situation. “For a price.”, under muffled breath, Dragonus cursed himself, being open about this left him wide open for blackmail. “Don’t worry. Considering your lack of value, the loss should be minimal.”, the mage started to retaliate, but was hindered by warm demonic hands traveling soothing his body. As much as he hated the situation, Dragonus had an odd attraction to the warmth coming from Terrorblade. Playing the victim for now could be advantageous for the Skywrath Mage.

Dragonus started to remove his pants when he was met with another pair of hands removing them for him. The demon had duplicated himself to attend to the mage’s lower half, revealing a cloaca surrounded in the soft white feathers. Leaving all the work to Terrorblade, Dragonus layed back to enjoy the hands roaming his delicate body. Over time the first of the eggs worked it’s way of Dragonus’s opening. The tip of the egg worked it’s way out of Dragonus’s fleshy insides. The egg managed a good way through Dragonus until the widest part of the egg came to. Many grunts came from the avian mage as he tried to get the egg out of himself. Terrorblade’s duplicate looked intently at the mage’s crotch as the egg fell out of Dragonus. Regardless of the place it was in, Dragonus’s piece of work was spotless and dried within seconds, while the exit it came from was the similar with only some feathers out of place. Terrorblade couldn’t hide that he was fascinated with the sight before him as his duplicate got close to inspect the cloaca.

Wet fingers found their way into Dragonus, massaging his opening for easy passing. Terrorblade messing with Dragonus didn’t bother the mage really until rest of the eggs were ready to come out. As he continued fingering, Terrorblade felt something and then got a devilish idea. Dragonus moaned wildly when Terrorblade started to move the eggs inside the mage back and forth. A sensitive area was being hit perfectly inside of Dragonus, weakening his legs. The demon’s assault on Dragonus made the mage toss about with pleasure, shameful sighs breaking through his lips. After more care with those delicate fingers, Dragonus clenched down hard before releasing Terrorblade’s hand. Another egg fell out of Dragonus, then another followed by a hefty amount of semen. The mage slumped into Terrorblade’s grip satisfied with his situation for now.

Upon exiting the library after cleaning up, Terrorblade still hadn’t talk to Dragonus about his side of deal. Many tomes were recovered, so maybe the demon found something worth more than whatever arrangement he had in mind. So Dragonus figured he’d better ask now as opposed to being surprised later. “So Terrorblade…about you not mentioning this to anybody…”

“I don’t find much worth talking about it now, but if you insist. As you are now, you mean nothing to me…”, the more Dragonus received mentions of his worth, more he was relieved. Although he was insulted, Dragonus took reprieve in that Terrorblade wanted nothing monetary.

“Well, if that is going to be the case, I shall take my leave.”, Dragonus prepared to fly away when suddenly the demon wrapped his arm around the mage preventing him from leaving.

“But as my hen, you’re downright priceless. If you plan to do something like that in the future feel free to invite me.”, Terrorblade flirted as he took off with his own wings into the distance. The demon was a thief of the highest caliber, but clearly he got as far as he did with that natural charisma that was working on Dragonus as much as he hated to admit it. As things settled, the mage noticed a word that made him feel so embarrassed.

“H-hen?”