museboxofmuses | DRAGON AU

DRAGON AU

Prometheus hibernated a lot.

There wasn't much else to do, as a hermit-dragon. He couldn't venture out into the world in case some intrepid 'adventurer' wanted to slay him for bragging rights or his hide, he couldn't mingle with other dragons because he was one of Nidhogg's brood (a fact which was why he couldn't socialise with any Ishgardians because spears inevitably got involved in those conversations, he knew, he still had the scar on his hindquarters from his last naive attempt), and he knew absolutely no one else, knew nothing about the world or its new continents or civilisations, so hibernating it was.

But even then, sleeping got dull.

Prometheus sighed deeply, drawing his wings tighter about himself. Perhaps it was because he spent so much time sleeping, but his draconic body evolved to have furred wings - which was nice, it was very warm, even if they did shed some strange, fluffy black motes from time to time (he soon learned that these motes were highly toxic to mortals, probably from his subconscious desire to be left alone slipping into this body's maturing evolution). The downy undercoat of his wings was shed often and thickly enough that he even had a little nest, in a cave warmed by geothermic means, in the high mountains of Coethas. It was cosy, safe, and isolated.

It was also boring and devoid of anything. Prometheus came here... fuck, centuries? Or millennia? He couldn't remember. A long while, just after the war between Ishgard and the dragons kicked off in earnest. He flew here as a dragonnet, and slept and slept and slept, with miserable waking moments in between where he went to stretch his wings, eat a bear or something, and crawled back in his warm, soft cave to sleep some more.

He was avoiding reality, he knew. He didn't understand why he woke up in the form of a dragon - an alien species, not native to their star, how the hell did the reincarnation cycle mess up that badly!? - what happened to Amaurot, why the geography was completely different and... where Hades and Hythlodaeus were. He remembered, in the early days of his life, he would cry out through the Lifestream to hear nothing back, and was slowly accepting that, maybe, it was just him. Alone.

No Hades. No Hythlodaeus. Just him and his cave.

He exhaled heavily, flexing his claws as his body sluggishly roused from its latest bout of hibernation. His stomach was an empty pit of starvation, so he had to eat something calorie dense before dozing back off again. The only thing was, it took ages for his body to fully 'wake up'. Spending centuries practically in a coma made his limbs lock up, and it took a while for the aether flowing through his body to regain strength and feeling in them again. Not that he was in any rush...

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Prometheus didn't bother to deny it.

"I tried it once..." he said coyly, letting the admission hang there between them before moving on. Truth was, he had tried it, and it hadn't been fun in the slightest. The angle had been awkward, he couldn't quite get a good rhythm going, and he'd been worried about accidentally nicking himself with his fangs. But, Hades didn't need to know that.

"I want you to mount me so hard," Prometheus purred, his tail giving a few happy thumps at the thought. Hades fucking him had been nice, but the size difference meant he hadn't quite filled like he wanted. As a dragon...

Mm, okay, cool your passions, Prometheus. You're still a bit too full to get overly excited.

"Nah, you'd just want to watch and judge us from a distance," Prometheus said, briefly forgetting this wasn't the real Hythlodaeus. He playfully headbutted Hyth's arm, and looked over Hades's revised dragon form, "Oh, yes, that looks good."

“Merely tried it the once? It must have not been that good, then,” he said with a smirk. He grasped the model in his hand, not bothering to get up as he began to change form. He glowed, then shadows rippled from him as he floated up and began to take form. He finished his transformation, wings beating rhythmically. He landed with an elegance that put Prometheus’ man walking to shame.

Hyth laughed exactly the way he would and petted Prometheus as he shimmied to take up more of the hammock. “He thinks he’s getting this back but he isn’t,” Hythlodaeus whispered.

Hades circled them until his could settle and place his own head on Hythlodaeus as well.

“Well?” He asked, obviously fishing for praise.

Prometheus never tired of watching Hades's magic at work. There was an elegance to it that was captivating, the way he manipulated aether so fluidly and naturally. There was no awkwardness, forcing it to take the form he wanted, it all just... flowed, purred, and Prometheus, ever sensitive to the movements of aether, purred with it.

His tail flitted, kicking up small clouds of sand, nudging Hades's snout with his own. His feelers flicked up, letting him really take in the 'shape' Hades had taken.

"Hrrrm..." Prometheus dragged the contemplative noise out, his head tilting to the side as Hythlodaeus's fingers found the perfect spot just under his jaw, briefly distracted.

"Elegant..." he murmured after a pause, his snout wrinkling in an imitation of a playful grin. He knew exactly what Hades was fishing for, and he planned to give it to him... in a way, "Perfect execution as usual, Hades. Not a single bit of aether wasted, and the form is excellently proportional and aesthetically pleasing to look at. You've gotten a lot better with crafting wings too."

Like they were back in Amaurot, critiquing each other's Creations.

"In short," Prometheus added, "You look sexy as hell, from a dragon's point of view."

“Mmm, you noticed,” Hades said fondly, giving his wings a single flap to refold them. Hades made a soft, rumbling sound as he nuzzled Prometheus in kind. Prometheus was probably still too full to fuck again so soon, but Hades could tease and suggest it.

“You haven’t even seen every bit of the design yet,” Hades said with a swish of his tail.

Hythlodaeus sighed happily beneath them. “Give me a wing or something. The morning breeze is pretty chilly. Unless you’re gonna go leave me to fuck in the sand...Hades, make me a blanket.”

Prometheus was still rather full - the bloated, sluggish kind of full - but even he felt his interest roused at that suggestive comment. His tail lifted slightly, the tip flicking from side to side as Hythlodaeus grumbled about being cold. It wouldn't be the first time he and Hades gallivanted off while Hythlodaeus watched to do something naughty - honestly, for a man who declared he had no interest in physical intimacy, he sure liked watching it a lot.

"Yeah, Hades, make him a blanket," Prometheus purred, shifting to get his hindlegs under him properly as he rose from his lazy slouch over the hammock, "I wanna inspect your design in detail."

“Fine,” he said, dropping a thick, soft blanket over Hythlodaeus. In truth he’d just teleported it from inside the house. And perhaps someone else would find it silly to be catering to the desires of a simulacrum... but he was as close as could be, and Hades did care for him like the real thing now.

Hades backed up some and lifted a leg as he shifted his weight. “Like so... or would you like me on my back?”

Hythlodaeus naturally turned towards the action, bundled up and eyes hooded.

Prometheus's wings ruffled a little, the furred membrane fluffing up a little as he lazily circled around the hammock to end up next to Hades's.

"Like this is fine," he rumbled, his feelers still flicked up as he boldly shoved his head underneath Hades's raised leg. There was the protective sheath, as expected, a pretty sizeable one compared to Prometheus's own - the tip of Hades's cock was already poking out, the tip dark and already promising a very big package tucked away in that sheathe of his. Hm, of course. Prometheus really wasn't surprised he'd make himself big.

He exhaled heavily, letting his warm breath fan over the sheath, and let out a low crooning noise of obvious pleasure. It had been nice being fucked by Hades before, but the size difference... well, it hadn't been as filling as he liked. To have this in him, backed up with the raw strength of a dragon...

Prometheus's tail lifted, and flitted from side to side, that now familiar prickle of arousal clenching his belly as he shamelessly nuzzled the cock tip with his snout, his tongue darting out to lap at it teasingly.

Hades gasped as he turned his head to watch. His suspended leg shook a little as Prometheus’ hot breath and tongue coaxed him to slowly harden and drop from his sheath. The cock itself was bottle shaped and knotted at the base. It was textured with soft nodules all along the underside with a prominent cockhead. Though only black at the tip, it gradually faded to a soft purple where it joined at his body.

Hades was obviously clearly aroused, though he tried not to think about what that meant about him in too much detail. The eroticism was undeniable, and why not just enjoy the strength and beauty of their current shapes?

“I take it that you find it decent,” he said with mock modesty.

"Oh," Prometheus made a noise of delight when Hades's cock completely slipped out of his sheath, nosing the thick length as he inspected it. He liked it. He very much liked it, and it took a great amount of effort to duck his head away before he got too carried away. He ruffled his wings again, his dark tongue peeking out briefly as he turned his head towards Hades's.

"More than decent," he rumbled, bumping his side against Hades's, back arching like an affectionate cat as he rubbed against him. His pulse was thumping redhot, an aroused excitement making him forget about his heavy stomach. So long as they eased into it, he shouldn't get a stomach cramp.

"I can't wait to feel it inside me," he added in a low purr.

“Do you mean now?” Hades asked, returning the gesture of rubbing up against Prometheus’ side. He chuckled, low and knowing as turned and padded past Prometheus. He bowed his head to snoop between Prometheus’ legs from behind his tail. He nosed at the spot he knew hid his slit, letting his tongue trail out to taste him.

“You seem ready enough,” he said, resting his head on Prometheus’ haunches. His tail swished back and forth in the sand, just slowly enough to not kick it up.

A low, crooning rumble was purring deep in Prometheus's chest when Hades walked past him, subconsciously widening his stance and lifting his tail to let Hades inspect him in turn. His wings unfurled, the powerful, thick claws sinking into the sand as he felt that warm tongue drag up along his slit, grunting loudly at the touch. He could feel his insides quiver, the slit loosening in anticipation, a faint, wet sheen already teasing the edges of it.

Oh yes, he was very ready. The tip of his cock was poking out of his sheathe too, and he whined softly, his forelegs bending slightly as he pushed his hindquarters up a bit.

"I'm very ready," he groaned, unconsciously trying to present himself - but a bit difficult with Hades's head resting on his rear like that, "Your fault for making such a nice dick."

Hades’ laugh rumbled from inside the bellows of his draconic shape. Sure, these were all delightfully different feelings, but he was used to that, too. He was a clever man, and made sure to map everything to his Amaurotine brain in careful ways. He stepped carefully as he reared up, his thick cock nudging for purchase before it finally caught and slipped in.

Hades groaned, low and sweet. Entering Prometheus before— it had been nice, wet, and firm... but the size difference had been to great to call it tight. This was a separate feeling. As soon as he was a quarter way it, he could tell that it would be a stretch. Hopefully, judging by Prometheus’ own cock, a pleasant one.

“Too much?” He asked with a pant. His claws settled on Prometheus’ hips, not moving before he was given permission.

Prometheus was already panting before Hades was even in, groaning and grunting eagerly when he felt the thick head of Hades's cock nudge and press against his slit until it finally pushed in. He felt it this time too, really felt the slit stretch open as Hades pushed in deeper, the hypersensitive nerves inside sparking with jolts of pleasure that had him twitching and whining, his wingclaws restlessly gouging into the loose sand under him.

"N-No, it's- just right. It's good, it's so good," he moaned, shifting his hindlegs to widen his stance, to try and open himself a bit wider. His lower muscles kept clenching, squeezing tight over what little Hades had pushed into him, letting him feel every millimeter of him - the bumps, the ridges, everything, making his vision go all funky and weird again in that pleasant way that told him his pleasure levels were skyrocketing. It'd mean Hades might have to use some effort to thrust the rest of the way in, but Prometheus would love every moment of it.

His cock, at this point, had completely slipped out of its sheath, thick and rigid with a bead of cum collecting on the tip, pressed hard against his scaled belly.

This form had its drawbacks certainly. He realized too late that he should have given himself thumbs if he wanted to even attempt a reach around. Well, at least Prom seemed to be enjoying himself enough without that. Hades shifted his hips, sinking lower and into Prometheus.

“I’ll come inside you,” Hades whispered against Prometheus’ neck as he finished his thrust. He moaned, snapping his jaws in pleasure as he focused on the tightness of Prometheus’ slit.

Hades carried on like this, groaning and thrusting with his head bowed and eyes closed.

“... Ate you trying to make some dragons, Emet-Selch?” came a momentarily unfamiliar voice. With a flap of a white robe, Elidibus drew near enough for the two to see him.

Prometheus groaned quietly when Hades sunk in deeper, his forelegs buckling until he was resting entirely on his forearms, hindquarters pushed right up just as Hades finished thrusting all the way in. He was big, enough that he felt the stretch - but the tiny cramp of discomfort was entirely overshadowed by the dizzying sensation of absolute pleasure.

"Fuck," he whimpered, when Hades whispered that to him, his claws digging into the sand as Hades picked up a slow, yet steady pace, the pair of them rocking to the rhythm. Not too fast that Prometheus's full stomach got upset, but not so slow that it was frustrating. Just - the right pace, his lower muscles clenching and relaxing in time with the thrusts, making him quiver right down to the tip of his tail.

But things started to slowly pick up, just a little, Prometheus's breathing audibly edged as his wings snapped out then flared, their undersides glittering with that pinkish-purple glow. A low, long yowl started to rumble in his throat, a shiver going down his spine-

Then enter: Elidibus.

"Fuck sake, Elidibus!" Prometheus snarled, the noise growling deeply in the bellows of his chest as he snapped his jaws in Elidibus's direction. He was not in the mood for an interruption right now! That fucker, jarring him so rudely out of the nice fucking flow he'd sunk so deep into! "Can't you wait until we're done? Go away!"

Elidibus took a step back. Lahabrea has said that this shard had memories and... that was Prometheus, all right. Which only slightly softened the blow of the non-unseeable fact that Hades had turned into a dragon to fuck a dragon.

Hythlodaeus gave Elidibus a stupid look and patted his lap to which Elidibus just sighed and turned, seemingly evaporating into the aether.

Hades couldn’t help but laugh at that exchange. He readjusted himself, pulling out before slamming back in to put Prometheus back into it. He made a low rumbling noise as he felt Prometheus clench and rut against him.

Hades experimentally dropped a bit of his soul’s wall. At the same time he quietly morphed a wing into more of a hand, reaching down between Prometheus’ legs.

Prometheus was a little huffy after Elidibus kindly left, a strange mix of growling purrs rumbling in his chest. It was only when Hades restarted their interrupted rhythm with a hard thrust that had him seeing stars that the purrs cut out into breathy whimpers, easing back into their previous rutting with barely any encouragement. Hades was a genius when crafting his cock, he thought dizzily, his tight slit feeling every bump and groove and curve of that perfect cock, and when Hades thrust in so the knot at the base teased his entrance, fuck, Prometheus felt ready to die of orgasmic pleasure alone.

Then Hades escalated: the clawed hand grasping his weeping cock, the gentle touch alone almost driving him over the edge, and the feel of Hades's soul reaching out to his. It was - it was everything he needed. Prometheus clumsily dropped his own walls in response, gasping and whining and grunting Hades's name like it was the name of his god, clawing mindlessly into the sand.

"Hades, Hades, H-Hades...!" he panted, twitching when he felt a hot shudder roll through him, his slit quivering around the thick cock inside of him, a hot surge clenching low in his belly, "Please, I'm- close, so close, Hades, please, don't stop, don't stop-!"

And of course Hades didn’t break rhythm. He let his clawed hand grasp Prometheus’ cock, simply holding it steady as he rocked his entire body against it. As the knot slipped in, he finally felt real resistance when he tried to pull out, finding he couldn’t. So, instead he began to jackhammer inside of Prometheus, moaning shamelessly as he picked up speed and began to chase down his own impending orgasm.

Unable to kiss at this angle and with this anatomy, he settled for licking long, firm lines against Prometheus’ neck. Hades made a soft noise as he finally lost control, coming hard inside of him. The come flowed back, but was held in by Hades’ knot.

“Oh, Prometheus...” Hades gasped, his muscles through his powerful stomach and chest spamming with each burst of come. He made a long, quiet keening as his knot began to deflate and he began to slip backwards.

Prometheus's rapidly slipping control was completely lost when Hades finally - finally - pushed the knot in. He let out a long, shameless yowl when Hades furiously rutted into him, his slit clenched tight to lock the knot in place he felt it tug and pull and press and just drive him fucking wild. His wings were flaring with that brilliant, purple glow again, everything so intense, so overwhelming, the drag of Hades's tongue against his neck, his hand against his cock, the feel of him inside of him, even the gritty sand against his paws and, the aether swirling and fizzling and-

Hades came inside him, and god Prometheus had a fucking religious experience from it.

Prometheus was cumming before he really processed it, keening and wailing as his hips jerked and shuddered, his cock jumping in Hades's palm as he coated his own stomach in thick strips of cum. It felt hot - it felt amazingly hot, Hades cum filling him, each powerful spurt making him tremble and pant, his slit clenching tight to try and keep him locked in but- Hades's knot started to deflate, and Prometheus felt the first trickle of cum start to drip out.

"Nnh, s-stay in," Prometheus panted, pushing his hips back desperately, just managing to keep Hades's cock mostly inside, "Please, stay in, you feel so good, Hades, please..."

“Alright, alright...”

Hades growled with slight strain. He was so sensitive, and his hung quarters were quivering with orgasm. But if nothing else, he had excellent willpower. He reseated his softening cock into Prometheus, sighing as he rested part of his weight on him.

He felt the thick cords of come against his auxiliary hand, rewarding Prometheus with a couple firm squeezes.

Hades slumped in his posture, though making an effort not to squish Prometheus under his weight. As sense began to flow back into his mind, Hades startled. “You’re an aether based being. I didn’t— Oh, God,” Hades whispered.

Prometheus purred as Hades resettled back into him, not minding the heavy weight pressing him down into the sand. His limbs felt wobbly, but honestly, he felt too good and drowsy to find it uncomfortable. Slowly, very slowly, his legs folded underneath him, until he was sprawled completely on his belly, Hades on top of him, still joined together.

Ah, he felt all warm inside too. Prometheus hummed in satisfaction.

Then Hades jolted, enough that Prometheus grunted in discomfort, "Mm? What?" he grumbled, not seeing the issue - the thought of being fertile in this body never actually crossed his mind, "You didn't...?"

I’m not using a proxy body was what he was going to say, but decided against it.

“I’m... potent. The vasectomy, I reversed it ages ago. And I’m an anatomically proper dragon.”

Well. This would hardly be the first time he’d raised children now. Wow, he had a lot to catch Prometheus up on, didn’t he? Hades buried his snout underneath one of his big paws and closed his eyes. Well. At least this was fun. And this... was comfortable. Just laying fully on Prometheus as a big fat lizard.

"Oh..." Prometheus mumbled drowsily, the meaning clearly not quite sinking in. So, Hades reversed his vasectomy, so what? Prometheus wasn't-

...

Except, he probably was...?

"Oh," he repeated, this time much more enlightened as he was very aware that Hades came a lot inside of him, and Prometheus wasn't very well versed with his own fertility to know if that was viable or not. He did lay eggs, but they were the unfertilised sort he just ate anyways. Was he fertile? Was he fertile all year round, or was there an ovulation window like in most animals? Hmmm, shit, there wasn't exactly a sex ed class for dragons, so Prometheus had no idea...

"Well, we'll see what happens," Prometheus mumbled, deciding not to think about it right now. He doubted his mind could really wrap round the whole thing, on top of everything else, right now. Instead... drowsy, Hades, nice and heavy on top of him.

He exhaled heavily, his tail flitting in the sand lazily, kicking up a few dusty clouds, before turning his head enough to blindly bump his snout against Hades's jaw, where he left it. It was a weird cuddle, but it was nice. He crooned softly, the noise almost song-like.

Elidibus’ snide comment floated to the front of Hades’ mind, and he dumbly repeated it, ”Making dragons...”

Elidibus decided now to reappear while the action had died down. “Emet-Selch, of all the irresponsible and impulsive things to do...”

“Oh, shove it, Elidibus. I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me and more. You would deny me this?”

Elidibus crossed his arms and bristled. “We... will speak later.” And then he was gone for real supposedly this time. Hades growled and rubbed his snout against Elidibus’.

“Oh, like I’d asked to begin with...”

"Heheh," Prometheus giggled quietly, "Hades is gonna get scolded~"

Though, Hades seemed a lot less wound up now. Before he'd get kinda fussy if they did something that would have Elidibus's disapproving glare sent their way, now he didn't give a shit. Ah, but when the entirety of their civilisation went...

Carefully directing his thoughts elsewhere, before he depressed himself, Prometheus licked Hades's snout affectionately before nuzzling that spot, purring lowly, "Probably awkward time to ask but... you up for another round?"

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