Crimson and Black

“Pathetic looking human isn’t he?” came a snide voice, as a gloved hand held the boy’s unconscious face in it, turning his head side to side in observation. “You’d think he was nothing more than an easy meal wouldn’t you?” he asked. The large form next to him nodded, the clank of its glimmering armor resonating through the dank cell, scaled hand gripping its glaive tight, as if ready to deliver a death blow to the boy at a moment’s notice. “This, my naïve child is where you would be wrong. In this boy you will find the key to your kind’s salvation.” Its head cocked as it stared at the youth, as if in disbelief that something so frivolous could be as valuable as its master suggested.

Gabe’s eyes slowly fluttered open, the dark fog of unconsciousness lifting as his eyes focused on the face on the one who held his own. Dark locks of black hair framed an equally dark skinned face, eyes that seemed almost aglow locked with his own pale blue, a sneer forming. “I see you are awake. Allow me to welcome you to my humble abode, this is Blackrock Mountain, you are my guest here, and you will learn to call it ‘home’ for the remainder of your existence.” Gabe could only shake his head in disbelief, struggling in vain against the ties that bound him to the makeshift bed, the ancient planks of wood creaking under the weight of himself and the man who sat chuckling at his squirming. “Enough!” his voice commanded as his gloved hand struck Gabe hard across the face, the stunned youth looking up at him, tears swelling in his eyes.

“Who are you and what do you want from me?!” Gabe choked.

“In regards to who I am, let us merely say that I am the lord and master of Blackrock Mountain, and leave it at that. There’s not enough room in this cell, nor do I think you could truly handle me telling you who I REALLY am. For the time being, you may call me ‘Lord Victor’. As for the ‘what’, I shall regale you with a short bed time story.

This world is home to many creatures and beings of power, the most powerful of these being the dragons. Each aspect of what you perceive as ‘reality’ is governed by a dragon, nature, time, earth, magic, life itself is lovingly and meticulously controlled to the most minute detail by a dragon. One such dragon, Alexstraza, was captured and enslaved by a band of orcs during the second ‘Great War’, and forced to breed dragons for them to take into battle. She was eventually freed by a band of alliance fighters and took her revenge on her captors. This may sound familiar to you, yes?” he asked, the boy nodded. “But what the story books won’t tell you is what she did AFTER this. Seeking respite and wishing to enjoy her newfound freedom, Alexstraza took the form of a human female, hair red as the coals of a raging flame, eyes blue as the ocean. She wandered the lands, observing the creatures and meeting with the various sentient beings whose paths she crossed. It was during this time that she came across a simple farmer with a past, a past she shared. This farmer was a soldier for the alliance through the second war, his unit was part of the group that stormed Grim Batol and assisted in her freeing. For a time she stayed with him, eventually conceiving a child with him. As the guardian of the aspect of life itself, it was entirely in her power to bear a child with a human. She did so as a ‘gift’ of sorts, a way to say ‘thank you’ for giving her freedom to choose when to bear fruit as opposed to her life as a slave, bearing life only for the use of her masters. This child was very special, human in appearance, but with the blood of a dragon coursing through its veins. Though by no means was this child powerful in strength or magicks, it bore a small, almost miniscule portion of its surrogate mother’s power to create life. This child was male, and as I’m sure you’ve concluded, this child was you.”

Gabe could only shake his head in disbelief. A prisoner in a strange land with a strange man telling him of how he was the illegitimate son of a dragon, his struggling renewed. “Let me go you madman! Let me go!” he screamed.

“And where would you go?” Victor asked. “You are days away from any of your kind’s cities, the lands surrounding my keep are filled with powerful creatures that would devour you the moment your skin felt sunlight, provided you made it THAT far! I’m certain even a young fool such as yourself values your life more than some fleeting perception of ‘freedom’. I suggest you get comfortable in your newfound home and get to know the ‘locals’, you’ll be here for quite some time. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have many more important things that require my attention. I’ll leave you in the most capable hands of my colleague here.” He motioned to the large creature next to him, a cross between a dragon and a human in the most literal sense, it stood half again as tall as the lord it stood next to, clad in armor and wielding a most wicked looking glaive, its face carried a fierce snarl as eyes of amber roamed over his body. A forked tongue slipped between scaled lips to sample his scent, laden with fear, and return to its home in the creature’s mouth. A heavily spined tail sway behind it, serpentine and rhythmic in movement, its breath loud and heavy as it issued from its snout.

The creature reached forward, making Gabe flinch as he waited for some terrible pain to start, opening his eyes to the feel of the creature loosening the ropes about his wrists, instinctively rubbing his chapped, raw skin. His ankles were then freed and he turned to sit upright on his cot, hands massaging the tender skin of his ankles.

“You will be escorted to your new living quarters; this one will take care of your needs and make sure no harm comes to you, this I assure you.”

“I’m not staying here?” the boy asked.

“Would you LIKE to stay in the dungeon?” Victor sarcastically quipped. “Now I trust you won’t do something incredibly stupid like…” before Victor could complete his sentence, Gabe bolted between the massive creature’s legs, rolling to his feet and dashing through the open door of the cell. Victor and his cohort stood staring, Victor’s hand coming to rub his brow as his eyes rolled. “…like trying to run away…” he finished, hand sliding down his face to his chin, turning to the other. “Well?!” he asked the stunned lizard. “Go GET him! I didn’t go through all the trouble to find and procure him only to let him get killed by some random sentry!” It nodded, dashing out the door in pursuit. “Remember!” He shouted. “The boy is under YOUR care, any harm that comes to him will be visited upon YOU tenfold!”

Life seemed to move in slow motion as Gabe dashed through the halls. His footsteps echoing in the stone corridors as his vision bobbed in time with his mad dash. He could hear the hisses and grunts of foul creatures he could only hope to never meet. His heart raced as he saw the open portcullis ahead, self assured that it lead to a way out. The flutter turned to an ice cold chill as he heard the distant thunder of heavy footsteps closing in. Peering over his shoulder he could see the massive beast closing in, mouth agape issuing force a menacing bellow. His legs seemed to defy him, denying him the speed he begged of them, no matter how hard he pressed himself. He could only cry out in fear, eyes watering over as the boom of heavy footsteps caught up to his ears, the creature’s hot breath on his neck as powerful, sinewy arms wrapped about his narrow waist and drove him to the ground. His body instinctively curling into a fetal position as the beast’s maw hovered over his face, it’s panting warming his skin, tendrils of saliva falling onto his cheek. It moved to his ear, ragged breath echoing in his head as it leaned close. “Foolish boy…” it grumbled in a deep, throaty tone. “To flee from prison cell… head for barracks… so foolish” it chastised in broken common tongue. Gingerly it lifted him off the floor, slinging his body easily over its shoulder as it walked back towards the main keep. Gabe could only hold on for dear life and enjoy the ride as streamers of his own tears ran down his cheek, pattering on the shiny plate of the beast’s armor.

Gabe was brought to what amounted to a nest, a bed of straw with a deep indentation covered in blankets near the center. His “bed” was situated in the corner of a large room, the only entrance being the door he was brought in by. A single window in the wall above his bed, the dark, starlit sky visible as the crescent moon hung high, adding a subtle glow of light to his bed, the rest of the room was dimly lit by torches, giving it a dark, foreboding feel. Gently Gabe was placed on his “nest”; it was very large in comparison to himself, bigger than any bed he could imagine. The linens were soft and clean, the hay beneath had been trampled and settled into a makeshift mattress, the stone beneath seemed to radiate warmth. It wasn’t a terrible place to stay, but it was still a prison cell in his mind, the shackles that hung from the wall behind him only reassured him of so. The beast cuffed his hands with those iron shackles, essentially restraining him to his nest. He could only stare at the powerful creature with a saddened expression, a look of “how could you?” etched in his reddened eyes, sniffling to himself.

The creature then set to disrobing him, ripping the clothing from his very body. Gabe shouted and struggled, but to no avail. Huddling in the corner of his nest, now nude, he could only ask “Why?!” in a choked sob. “Unnecessary…. Carry disease and vermin….” It answered, then, in a seemingly uncharacteristic manner, it grabbed a blanket from the center and wrapped it about him. “Stay warm…. Must not become ill…” The creature rose and moved towards the door, lowering a heavy barred gate as it left him alone. Gabe could only roll onto his side and weep, wondering back on how he came to be in this predicament.

Gabe was as Victor said, the son of a farmer from Westfall. His father was a simple hard working man, always in the field or in the barn, never seeming to stop working from dawn to dusk. He’d always found time to be with his son though. Gabe loved his father, Patrick was everything he could wish to be, wise, strong, respected, and a man of honor. However, Patrick had told Gabe that his mother had died during childbirth, he told him of how his mother was a strong, vibrant woman, seemingly full of endless happiness and hope. Gabe could tell that his father missed her; he also couldn’t help but feel guilty as he felt it was he who was responsible for robbing his father of his wife. Patrick would stifle any such talk, reassuring his son that the boy meant everything to him and was loved without end. It was with a heavy heart that he left his father in the spring of his sixteenth birthday. Gabe had been accepted to begin his apprenticeship at the cathedral of Stormwind. His tutelage as a priest made Patrick beam with pride, confident that his son would grow up to be a better man than he.

“If your mother could see you now boy…” Patrick spoke, hand running through Gabe’s hair, tears of joy in his eyes, “You make an old man proud.” He whispered, hugging his son close, both choking back tears. Patrick cleared his throat as he handed Gabe his knapsack. “Now go. Go and make something of yourself!” he added. “Take care and stay on the road, there’s thieves abound in these rough times. Study hard, do your best, and always know that I love you and this home is always open to you if you need it.” He finished, placing a final kiss on his son’s brow.

Gabe’s eyes opened as he woke from his dream, the last words of his father echoing in his head. He recalled how the trip to Stormwind was so easy and carefree, meeting a sentry near the border of Westfall who gladly escorted him to the city gates, she chatted with him at length about his background and where he came from, she herself having grown up on a farm not far from his own. With a deep breath, he stepped through the heavy wooden doors of the cathedral, beginning his sojourn into faith and healing. It was there that his path crossed that of the Lady Prestor, at first a cold, distant woman, she took interest to him when she discovered his heritage, eventually striking a conversation with him. She requested that he join her at a private luncheon in the temple gardens so that she may learn more about him. Gabe was unsure if her intentions were pure or a bit more lecherous, as the nobility of Stormwind was notorious for their hunger for young males who displayed innocence and naivety. She seemed almost overly kind at the luncheon, doting on him and making sure he was comfortable. She convinced him to partake in a glass of wine with his meal, something he reluctantly agreed to, not wanting to upset her. As the glass was finished, Gabe could feel the air around him grow thick, his breath coming harder as he found it more difficult to concentrate. He could distinctly remember Lady Prestor’s face as she smiled at him, the world growing black as his head came to rest on the table.

“I trust you find your accommodations acceptable?” Victor asked. “I also hope your host as proved to be attentive to your needs?” Gabe looked at him with cold disdain, huddled against the back of his nest, as far from Victor as he could, Victor could only smile. “Come now, that’s a most unacceptable way for a guest to treat his host. I’ll have you know my own sister has stayed in this room, albeit she didn’t require shackles.” The gate to his room opened again, and his ‘caretaker’ returned, a small tray laden with food lie in its massive hands. “Amazing creatures aren’t they?” Victor asked, his hand stroking the beast’s head as it looked up at him. “I call them ‘drakonids’, an experiment of my own design. They are an amalgam of several breeds of dragon, crossed with human essence. Magnificent beasts of war, they will make my frontline troops in my bid for dominance of this realm. They however have one fatal flaw.” He spoke, hand cupping the drakonid’s chin as he raised its eyes to his own. “Though the females proved to be fertile…” he spoke, stroking the drakonid’s face as it purred. “The males are impotent.” He finished. “This, my boy, is where you come in.” Victor spoke, locking eyes with Gabe. “It is rumored that the illegitimate spawn of Alexstraza bears a unique gift. This gift is that anyone he breeds with, regardless of race, will be impregnated; the offspring of the union being one hundred percent pure to its birth mother. While most humans would see this as a curse to their wildly promiscuous ways, other, less fortunate races would see it as a blessing, a way to repopulate their ranks and revitalize whole civilizations. Humans would view a child as a burden or unwanted result, while I bet races such as the centaur and high elves would relish the opportunity to bear children. Is it becoming clear to you yet?” Gabe could only shake his head wide eyed in disbelief, whispering “no” to himself over and over in denial. “Yes boy. I spent the last five years looking for you, the last two posting agents in Westfall to reassure that you grew unharmed and healthy. My sister and I exhausted sums of money and influence in politics to make sure you ended up in Stormwind. Every pain staking detail was gone over to guarantee that you would land in our most delicate clutches. And now we have you, the perfect sire to a race that will bring a new balance to the order of power on this planet. Your progeny will bring the civilized world to its knees, Alliance, Horde; all will bow before the might of the Black Dragonflight and its people. Now I ask you boy, forefather of a new world order, does that sound so bad?” Victor finished, slowly turning to leave the room. Gabe sat dumbfounded as the gate closed. His drakonid caretaker moving into the nest to set the tray of food before Gabe, it reached down and picked up a small piece of fruit, offering it to the boy. Gabe shook his head and pushed the hand away. “Eat….keep strength…need your stamina…” it spoke, again offering the fruit.

“For what? So I can breed with your kind and destroy my people?!” He asked.

The drakonid cocked its head again, looking at him with curiosity. “Your kind is our kind…”it spoke, “Not enough dragon to be a dragon…not enough human to be human….we lie in between….” It finished, pouring him a glass of water. The drakonid rose to its feet and moved to the door. “Finish food… I return soon to bathe you….” It spoke.

“Bathe me?!” Gabe sputtered.

“You smell….” It added, leaving the room. Gabe could only raise his arm and take a cautionary whiff, the drakonid was right.

True to its word, the drakonid returned with a bowl and pitcher, a cloth slung over one shoulder, a towel over the other. It set the bowl and pitcher before him, next to his now empty meal tray, his appetite turning ravenous after the creature’s departure. It removed the tray and set it aside, sitting cross legged in front of the boy, dampening the cloth in the hot water it poured into the bowl.

“Uncover…” it commanded. Gabe resisted at first, causing the creature to grunt in disapproval. It reached out and snatched the blanket from around him, the poor boy wrapping his arms about himself to retain some form of dignity. “Ssso stubborn…” it hissed, “Give leg…” it commanded, pointing to his right leg, which lie tucked beneath his huddled form. It waited a few seconds before again asking “Give leg….. please…” it asked. Gabe reluctantly slid his leg out towards the drakonid, it gripped him roughly at first about the ankle, making him hiss a little as its scaled hand rubbed his still raw skin, the grip loosening a bit as it showed lenity towards his suffering. The warm cloth ran along his leg, from calf to mid thigh, down the other side, and along the back, until it reached his foot. He had to stifle a giggle as the washcloth ran over the sensitive spots of his feet, making him squirm and twitch, audibly snorting as it tickled him. The drakonid just grunted and diligently continued its work, reaching out for his other leg, which Gabe offered. The treatment continued, until his legs were clean. The drakonid motioned for him to come closer. Gabe was uncertain, sliding slowly towards it, trying to anticipate its motives. The drakonid hooked its arm around his back, hand grabbing him by the arm pit as it spun him around to sit in its lap with his back to it, the occasional puff of breath from its nostrils hitting the back of his neck, making his flesh ripple in goose bumps. It dipped the cloth back in the bowl of hot water and resumed washing him, cleaning his back in long, slow strokes, watching as his body rose and fell in a deep exhale, his muscles loosening under its ministrations, raising his arms up to clean under one then the other, along his skin to his very fingertips, holding each finger up to it’s eyes to diligently clean the tiniest speck of dirt. Down along his shoulders to his neck, its powerful hands scrubbed, Gabe groaning as its hands kneaded at his muscles. Again he had to stifle a giggle as it washed his ears, cloth wrapped about its dull claw as it poked inside. Gripping him about the waist it spun him around to face it, Gabe’s hands instinctively flying down to cover his manhood eliciting a bit of a snicker from the drakonid at his weak attempts at modesty. Its massive hand washed along his bare chest, down along his ribs as it held his outstretched arm over his head about the wrist with the other. Gabe couldn’t help but look at the creature before him, it was solid muscle, skin taut and seemingly hard as stone, it paused for a second when he outstretched his free hand to touch its chest. His hand slid along the smooth skin, not quite soft, but not hard as he’d believed. He ran his hand up to its neck where he found a necklace made of simple leather strand wrapped about a piece of what he could only guess was black ivory, like a tusk.

“It is a piece of horn…” it spoke, almost as if clairvoyant. “A friend lost…humans attack the Lair, we first to defend, friend fall, not get up… I keep piece to remember friend…was a good friend…” it spoke, a sadness to its voice.

“What was your friend’s name?” Gabe asked.

“We have no names…. Master not feel we need them…Only soldiers for his army, not a people….” It explained.

Gabe thought for a minute. “I’ll call you Shard.”

“If this is how you would know me… Shard I shall be…” it spoke, resuming its cleaning. “Stand please…” it asked. Gabe slowly rose, hands covering his genitals. “Move hands… must clean there…” it spoke, growing impatient.

“Please don’t…” Gabe whimpered.

“Move hands…. This place is also dirty…smell is very strong here…” it added, forked tongue again slipping out to gather his scent.

“Please…” he begged. The drakonid grumbled, hands gripping his about the wrist, prying his hands away with an unimaginable strength. Gabe looked away, face flushed crimson as he stood completely exposed to this strange creature. His body twitched as the warm cloth touched his most private place, cloth gently gliding over his flesh, whimpering as its hand gripped his member by the tip, holding it in place so that it may clean it. Lower it scrubbed, washing his soft testes with a tenderness belying its size. Gabe could only blush harder in shame as his body reacted to the stimulus of a foreign touch to his intimate places. Blood was pumping and skin firmed until his manhood pointed straight at the drakonid’s face. It cocked its head as it stared at his member, hand circling it and moving it about for inspection.

“Odd looking this is…” it observed, poking and prodding. Gabe almost cried in shame. “This bothers you…?” it asked, not stopping its exploration of his privates.

“Yes…” he whimpered.

“Why…?” it asked.

“It’s something a man and wife do in privacy, to make babies, not something done by strangers.” He explained, trying to pry its hand away.

“Are not strangers…” it spoke, pushing him down onto his back, head moving down so that a long, thin tongue could wrap about his member. “Mmmm… Much nicer when clean…” it added. Gabe’s hands tried with futility to push its massive head from his groin, resigning to just clutch its horns as it lapped and sucked on him.

“Please don’t… please don’t… please don’t…” he begged. Shard broke off to look in his eyes.

“Why not…? Is it not pleasant…?” it asked.

“Humans don’t do this! Not like this!” he stammered. “It’s supposed to be done in intimacy, in the privacy of their homes!”

Shard cocked its head. “Are not human, neither are you…not quite dragon, not quite human, remember..? Is being done with intimacy…and as far as can tell… we are home…” it finished, resuming it’s attention. Gabe struggled weakly as its words resounded in his head. If what Victor had said was true, he wasn’t really a human, though he looked as one, and lived as one. No matter how hard he would try, he couldn’t be human. As he looked down at Shard busily nursing on his groin, he couldn’t help but feel empathy for it. While he had grown with a loving father who cared for him and gave him all he needed, Shard’s kind had a cruel father, one who used them solely for his own selfish gains, not even feeling enough compassion to give it a name. Absent mindedly he began stroking Shard’s head, the great beast almost cooing as it noisily suckled on him. As his hips rose from the bedding, orgasm nearing, Shard pulled off of him completely, leaving a gasping Gabe to wonder what happened. Shard stood up next to him, hooking thumbs into the waist of its loincloth, pulling them down its thighs, gently tossing the garment aside. Standing upright in the torchlight, Gabe could see Shard’s body in detail. Nude from the waist down, Gabe could make out a small cleft of a slit between Shard’s legs. Shard moved over his body, legs on both sides of his chest, lowering to its knees, groin hovering above his head. His hands slid along Shard’s smooth thighs up to that slit between its thighs, a hiss coming from the drakonid as his fingers slid along the damp slit, parting a bit from his touch, allowing him to feel her insides, soaked with juices.

“You’re a girl?” He asked as his fingertips dipped inside her, beads of honey running down his outstretched fingers as he rhythmically pressed into her convulsing hole.

“Yes, is girl… Is also in need of male…” Shard spoke, her massive hands on either side of his head, bracing her upper body as he explored her sex. “Use mouth on my place as I did yours…? Please…. I ask this of you….” Shard almost begged, her hips already lowering towards his face as her thighs spread wide. Gabe could feel the warmth of her now agape womanhood as the nubbin of her exposed clitoris rubbed the tip of his nose. Paused in uncertainty, Gabe’s mind was made up for him as she closed the distance for him, the lips of her nether bits pressed lewdly against his own, his breath caught as she nearly muffled him with her body. Sliding his face upwards to free his nose, Gabe only excited her more as he rubbed against her.

”Lick please…” Shard whimpered, “Please….” She asked again. He couldn’t help but smile as such a massive creature was completely at his mercy, tongue sliding out to sample his first taste of pussy, not even a human one at that. She was a potent flavor to say the least, meaty and heady, like a fine steak served with a nice ale. A delicious banquet to be had, his mouth doing its best to capture as much of her as possible, her somewhat bigger sex leaving shiny ‘kisses’ all over his face.

“Is good…” She panted, “Is very good… enjoying this…” as she rocked back and forth. With a throaty squeal, she pulled off the youth, staring down at the gasping boy, his face slick with her secretions, the scent of her own sex overwhelming as she tasted the air. Gripping him by the wrists again, she slid down his body, feeling his excitement prod at her backside. With ease she stuffed him into her hungry sex, the boy feeling lost in a vacuum of warmth. Suddenly, everything around his cock cinched up, like a vise, a ring of muscles inside her rippling from base to tip and over again. Shard looked down at the boy and he couldn’t help but feel intimidated. This massive, powerful drakonid held him helplessly as she mounted him, unable to stop her if he wanted. She was wild, exotic, and dangerous. He couldn’t help but yelp as she bent down to ravage his neck while she rode him, hips gyrating as her insides gripped and pulled on him. Her tongue slavering over the vulnerable skin of his throat, leaving gentle nips on his neck, panting in his ear as she ravaged him.

“You give name…” she panted, “now give seed… make babies… make us a people…” she begged.

He could feel his orgasm approaching, knowing full well what it would mean if he came. He fought with all his might, trying to stave it off. Again she whispered in his ear, lewd things, begging, pleading.

“Give seed….please…your kind is our kind…. Save our kind…Forever will you be remembered…” she whimpered, clutching his head to her chest, he could see her face, eyes closed as her own precipice was reached, a long moan escaping her lips as a single tear formed in the corner of her eye, trailing down her cheek, one last whisper, “please… save us…” she gasped. The last of Gabe’s resolve came crashing down, his body went stiff as his seed gushed forth into Shard’s waiting womb, the first pulse causing her body to respond, muscles pulling frantically on him, coaxing more seed deep into her. Again and again streamers pulsed out of Gabe’s organ to be whisked deep into Shard’s receptive body.

“Thank you…. Thank you….” She whispered in his ear as Gabe’s orgasm flowed and ebbed inside her. The finality of what he’d done came crashing down. If what Victor said was true, she’d bear a child, a drakonid, the first of what he could only assume would be many. What would happen after he could only dread. Had he just signed the death warrant for all of Azeroth? His feelings were cast aside as Shard pulled him close to her, arms wrapped about him, almost smothering him as he was covered up and protected. She held him like a precious child, as he was to her. In her arms was the answer to her people’s problems, a future for her kind.

Shard awoke to find the master nearby, observing the two. Instinctively she clutched Gabe closer, as if to defend him from the master. “I see you two have finally decided to get along.” He chided, his smile fading as his gaze moved to her abdomen. His eyes moved back to hers. “So it is true?!” he asked, somberly she nodded, the smile returned to his face. “Then you are right to defend him so aggressively. Take care of him child, though I brought you into this world, he is your future, though I gave you life, it is he who has the ability to grant you capacity to make your own.” With that, he turned to leave the two in their embrace. A sense of uncertainty seemed to hover over Shard as she cradled the unconscious Gabe. Her feelings fading as she rejoined him in slumber. Victor Nefarious lowered the gate, securing the two inside, as he looked on he could only again smile, hand idly stroking his chin. “Excellent…” he mused.