Chapter 21: Tiamat, The Goddess of the Chromatic Dragons

Náttúrumaður's lips were once again taken by Mokzaxirrathan's own hot lips, the shock was too much for him to even resist for a moment- His lips were taken away by the hot tongue taht was longer than he thought, forked and slick with saliva as he pushed the tongue down his throat. Seconds later, he was given time to breathe, since he was kissed breathless once again, he began panting as he huffed and heard Mokzaxirrathan say: "Do you want me to keep going?" His daze-like state was broken away by the voice of the taller man who had a cocky smirk on his lips. "If you want, we can keep going- We can lie down, have our fun- kiss, fuck, cuddle, whatever- if that's what you want."

Nátt was really, really tempted to say yes- But then again, should he? This could get messy, since he had no experience in his live before, so if he says yes... "I- Okay." His cheeks grew deeper with a red hue as he looked down, not daring to make eye contact with Mokzaxirrathan's glowing red eyes. "Okay what, huh?" Mokzaxirrathan's teasing tone was strong, Náttúrumaður's ears were fully red of shame- He couldn't bring himself to say it, even though he smelled so much inviting- SO aroused that it bruned through Mokzaxirrathan's flared nostrils as he grumbled in a low growl at the back of his throat.

"I... ergh, okay? Just, okay?" Nátt was really not having an easy time with his sudden shyness, he really wanted to do something, but his mind kept replaying several scenarios where something goes wrong and he couldn't let himself drift in this moment- So of course Mokzaxirrathan made that decision for him: "I guess i you need to sleep then." He was not rejecting the smaller, cuter man, no, he ust wanted him to tell him what he would like to do- Or rather, how he would like to be done by him.

"Uhmn..." He was still kinda hard, but having his head pressed against Mokzaxirrathan's large chest and strng pecks made him a little sleepy- Maybe he was tired? Or maybe it was the slow ringing sound on his ears that made him sleepy. "There there..." Mokzaxirrathan sighed- It's been a while since he used magic, which was something he was terrible at doing, but all dragons have some special abilities they are born with, such as the dragon inside him being able to use simple spells such as the [Sleep] spell that he used just now.

Nátt was already sleepy, so this spell just made him sleep already. [Now... We sleep?] The dragon within him asked, which made Mokzaxirrathan sigh- He was a respectful man, he did not take advantage of others, and until Nátt can say at least a 'fuck me', he's not going to touch the guy. [I mean... Fine? Just holding him seems enough for me for now- He's my treasure after all.]

Mokzaxirrathan really should figure this dragon stuff out.

-Scene Cut-

In a far away land, in a scorched earth of fire, flame, lava and brumstone- Roars could be heard echoing from the deep chasm, the deepest abyss of flame and death, and from said abyss, rose a heat wave of white, hot steam. Deep down the chasm, a group of dragons and draconic humanoids stood before a giant, nine-headed dragon, each had a different color- Green Dragons, Blue Dragons, Red Dragons, White Dragons, Black Dragons, Brown Dragons, Purple Dragons, Grey Dragons, Yellow Dragons.

IN fact, the dragons around were also of these colors- One yellow dragon, one yellow draconic knight, one grey dragon, one grey draconic knight, one purple dragon, one purple draconic knight, one brown dragon, one brown draconic knight, one black dragon, one black draconic knight, one white dragon, one white draconic knight, one red dragon, one red draconic knight, one blue dragon, one blue draconic knight, and one green dragon, and one green draconic knight.

"You-" "You-" "You-""You-" "You-" "You-""You-" "You-" "You-"

Nine voices echoed from the darkness as the nine-headed dragon stared at the white dragon and the white knight- "You let him GO!?" The scream was deafning, all the dragons before this draconic goddess shuttered, shivered, and broke in fear at the rage within the roar of their Goddess- Tiamat. "I should devour you-" The red head growled, making the blue head bump against it, growling back and saying: "We should rip him to shreds, make him pay for letting him go-" This time, the black head sighed, making all the other heads stop and listen their main-middle head speak.

"I'm so sorry, my goddess- But that man, that... Dragon, took him to Yggdrasil's forest!" There was a small gasp from the yellow draconic kinght, as well as a growl from the red dragon and their knight. "Dragon?" All heads from Tiamat spoke at the same time, making the white knight shutter, his dragon also shivering like they were in a cold storm- Which is very much ironic, since white dragons are Ice dragons, dragon who are immune to ice and cold.

[Ye, My lady, he's... A beast, i could feel it.] This time, it was the dragon itself that spoke, his voice echoing through the silence. [He was... One with the forest, like a Forest dragon, but so human... Like the man you sent us to kill, he has a dragon within his soul, not a dragon himself.]

"In-" The green head spoke- "Teres..." The purple head chuckled- "Timg." The black head finished, a evil grin on it's draconic lips.

-Author Note-

Tiamat, the Goddess of the Chromatic Dragons- The Maniac Goddess Evil Empress that rules over her rule through fear and pain- Killing everything.