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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Hades made a soft sound as Prometheus nudged him around. Now naked, he placed a hand on one of his horns, leading him into the clear, warm water. It must be somewhere near a volcano for it to be so pleasantly warm, like slightly cooled bath water.

“Oh, ride you...? You don’t have anything too sharp down your back, do you?” and though he skirted the innuendo, Hades tried to surreptitiously glance between Prometheus’ legs. Once he was waist deep, he tipped back to float.

Of course Hades didn’t actively seek exercise... but with Prometheus around he felt himself wanting this. His energy naturally seemed to expand, even if Prometheus could tire him out, especially with his physical activities. Well, absence did make the heart grow fonder.

What Hades would see between Prometheus's legs wouldn't be much - there was clearly a bump, but the scales were too dark and sleek to discern if it was a protective sheath, or just some weird part of a dragon's body. Prometheus did notice Hades's attention briefly zipping there, but he didn't call attention to it. Honestly, he needed a moment to think of a good way to explain a dragon's reproductive system.

Instead, he let Hades lead him into the water by his feeler, purring at the warmth as he sunk into it. He didn't go too deep, just enough that the water buoyed him enough that he could tuck his legs up and still float, his tail acting as a rudder against the lazy currents eddying against the beach. He floated comfortably beside Hades, his snout lightly nudging against his shoulder every so often.

"Nah, there's nothing sharp there," he said, "Unless you sit over my pelvis. Then you might sit on a tailspike."

Indeed, his tail did have a row of squat, yet wickedly sharp spikes along the spine - if used as a bludgeon, it would cause some serious damage, especially as the limb was thick and muscular. Of course, being a pacifist, Prometheus never used his tail for such violent means - so those spikes remained razor sharp from disuse.

He flicked his tail in the water, letting Hades get a glimpse of the long limb, before he floated close enough to rest his head on Hades's stomach - not heavy enough to cause him to sink, but enough for him to feel the weight of it.

"I like it when you stroke my horns," he murmured, "Your hands feel really warm and nice..."

Hades, in turn, placed a hand on his head to keep himself from floating away or slipping, another on one of his horns rubbing circles with his thumb. Hades closed his eyes then, soaking in the warmth and relaxation. All of this was still too crazy to believe, but he had no choice but to just go along with it and accept it.

Part of him wanted to just nap with Prometheus' essence so nearby, another part afraid that if he wasn't careful, Prometheus would be gone the next time he opened his eyes. how difficult.

"Your horns are interesting... Sort of soft," Hades murmured. "If you put any more weight on me, however, I will sink," he said with a chuckle. "So big... What am I going to do with you?"

Hades did still want to intertwine with Prometheus, sort of no matter what. Now just to get a better look at his genitals, if he had any.

"Oh... I could rub your belly. You always did act like a big cat."

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Prometheus purred at Hades's rubbing his feeler, feeling that prickling, electrified feeling curl down his spine with each tight circle of Hades's thumb. It was arousal, he identified belatedly, a sort of, lazy, muted sort that would've had his toes curling if he was still an Amaurotine. As it was, his tail just flicked out of the water, his purr rumbling through his chest like a combustion engine.

"Belly rub? Mmm, that sound tempting..." Prometheus murmured. Hades's touch felt nice, even if still a little overwhelming - to go from no touch for over a thousand years to suddenly all this touching - and imagining those familiar, warm hands stroking down the sleek scales of his belly had him feeling curiously hot behind the sternum.

So, with a bit of a wriggle, he managed to roll over without too much splashing, inhaling enough air to 'store' in his lungs to keep him buoyant with his belly now facing upright. The scales were a little paler - more sooty grey than jet black - with some speckles of dark purple here and there. Between his hindlegs were a bump, a protective sheath if one looked close enough, with a closed slit just behind it.

Hades swum out from under his head, moving to his chest and belly. It would be easy enough to just crawl onto him, he thought as he reached out, feeling the scales under his finger tips. He admired their coloration as he allowed himself to openly stare between his legs. A sheath, clearly...

He ran his hand down, curiously feeling the inside of his thighs. This part was softer with smaller scales, of course. It was a flex point, after all. He finally lifted himself onto Prometheus' belly, taking his time rubbing his underside with flat open palms in broad strokes. Hades felt some heat in his own cheeks, knowing what he was planning and arousing himself with it. He began to harden as he readjusted his hips to sit more comfortably.

He reached forward to stroke him again, this time allowing himself to run his hands over the bump. He pulled his palms over it, then set them back further as he was nearly laying on Prometheus to do so. His hands ran over the slit, and Hades found himself wondering what that was exactly, and tried to double back just playing it cool.

"Ah," Hades said, making a soft sound as he accidentally breached it with a finger. Too loose to be a cloaca... He pulled himself closer, laying his head against Prometheus' body as he tried to gently pull it apart. Were Prometheus to get hard in earnest, his cock would brush over his shoulder in this position.

Prometheus relaxed at Hades curiously explored his underside, easily taking the extra weight as his partner finally pulled himself up to sit on his belly. His tail flicked, his hindlegs falling wider apart as Hades's hands, unsurprisingly, moved further south, running over the hard bump of his sheathe, then back over, further, his fingers catching on his slit...

He low noise caught in his throat, a hot thrill zipping through him when Hades's finger pressed in - accidentally - but it caught Hades's attention. He felt his partner press closer against him, fingers teasing his slit apart - it parted easily, relaxed from his mounting arousal, and Prometheus let out a heavy, breathless grunt as a feeling he hadn't felt in eons started to clench low in his gut.

Arousal felt different as a dragon, two sets of genitals reacting in tandem - his slit loosening, wet and warm as parts he didn't realise he had opened up eagerly, just as the dark tip of his cock peeked out of his sheathe, the tip wet and already beading with precum. It bumped against Hades's shoulder as it slowly eased out of its sheathe in a sort of stop-start rhythm, in time with the spasming clenching of his belly.

His hands - paws? - claws, whatever, instinctively gripped at Hades's legs, splayed on either side of his chest, only just holding back from accidentally digging his claws into soft skin. He could hear himself start to pant, his arousal just bubbling up with a rushing force he couldn't even try to ignore or suppress. Dragons didn't really do puberty, with accidental boners and sexual urges, so this was all new and strange and hot. His hindlegs quivered, his tail flicking from the overwhelming sensations... and Hades had barely done anything yet!

“Ah... so I see,” Hades said with a purr. He rocked his hips back, feeling the subtle sting of claws. He just found that arousing too as he adjusted himself to look at Prometheus’ protruding cock. Hades tucked a lock of hair behind his ear as he pressed his lips to the precome. He licked it away noting its peculiarly sweet taste.

“What a gorgeous cock you have,” Hades said fondly as he stroked down the length of it. He slid down his body, noting himself salivating. “So... what have we here... does it feel good if I touch it?” Hades asked, pulling the loosened slit gently open to dip his tongue inside. He began to formulate a plan to... handle all of this.

Prometheus shuddered when Hades's lips pressed against the tip of his cock, the drag of his tongue against the damp slit dragging a breathy whimper from his throat. His cock twitched, almost all of it out of its protective sheathe by now, rigid and slightly slick as Hades ran his hand down its thick length.

But of course, Hades had to push Prometheus to his limit. After touching his cock, he felt Hades shimmy down a bit more, his fingers pressing on either side of his slit and pulling it open, and, oh, oh-

"H-Hades...!" Prometheus gasped, pawing at the back of Hades's thighs as his tongue delved deep into his slit. A clenching warmth surged up at the sensation, feeling his inner walls spasm as they tried to clamp down on a cock that wasn't there - not that it dulled the pleasure any. He never paid any mind to that slit before - had merely noted its existence was curious and forgot about it - he never knew that its insides were so fucking sensitive, to the point where Hades tongue and probing fingers already had him embarrassingly wet.

But, then again, dragons probably didn't have much in way of foreplay, so maybe extreme sensitivity on sexual organs was a way to balance that out? Fuck, he didn't know - or care, really, groaning deep in his throat as his hips started to rock as well as they could, floating as he was.

"I-It's..." he panted out, "It feels, uhn, r-really good, when you touch it..."

Hades noticed the wetness, his face heating again to hear Prometheus call his name like that. It had been far too long. Hades carefully moved down his body, slipping out of his grasp as he sat straddling and balancing on his tail. Of course the most exercise he’d have in decades would be because of Prometheus and this oddly acrobatic sex.

Hades was completely hard at this point, leaning forward to press his cock inside... Which left him faced with Prometheus’ long, thick cock. He grasped it, propping himself up either his other arm as he experimentally jerked it in time to his thrusts. This was a ridiculous amount of exercise, but if it was the first time in ten thousand years... he supposed he could do it without complaining.

Prometheus whined when Hades moved away, his claws pawing at air as his partner shifted to sit on his thick tail. At first he wasn't quite sure what he was doing - getting a better look at everything? But it quickly became clear when Hades shifted, and started pressing his cock into his wet slit.

It took every scrap of his control not to mindlessly squirm about from the sensations of it all - he might capsize them both! - whining and panting as his inner walls immediately clenched around Hades's cock, squeezing in a rhythmic kind of way that managed to match Hades's thrusts. All instinctual, thank fuck, because Prometheus's brain felt like it was fizzling to a melting point.

At this point, precum was rolling from the tip of his cock, dribbling over Hades's fingers as he felt that swelling heat clench tighter and tighter below his belly. It was like every nerve was on fire, in a good way, and his feelers flicked upright, glints of bright purple-pink starting to glow where scales met the thick membrane of his wings as his aether surged. That was new, but it enhanced every sensation, to the point where even feeling the water lapping at him was like mini-starbursts of pleasure.

"H-Hades, please don't- don't stop," he begged, already reaching a tipping point. It was so much sensation after so long as being isolated, he already felt the first cramp of orgasm start to tease at him, "Please, please, please-!"

“I won’t stop,” Hades groaned, trying to hold on until Prometheus was finished, even as hard as he was making it with those clenches. He stuck the tip in his mouth and stroked, moaning against the cock. Oh how he would have to figure out a way for Prometheus to shapeshift properly. Images of how Prometheus was in the throes of passion all that time ago played like clips in his head as he kept his pace up.

He popped off the cock to press his tongue flat against the underside and wiggle it, lapping against frenum before earnestly sucking the tip again.

Hades watched his wings flare with light, color, and aether— it was fascinating from a biological standpoint. Hades was panting hard as he pulled off of Prometheus’ cock again to catch his breath. God this was tiring his thighs— “Come for me, hmm?”

"Yes, yes, yes, I- I am...!" Prometheus mindlessly gasped, his vision going all strange and funky - like a wire was crossed in his brain somewhere and it was interpreting all the aether in bizarre yet lovely ways as his ecstasy piqued. He cried out, the noise echoing over the private beach, as he clenched tight and spasmed sharply, cumming in large, messy spurts over the dark scales of his belly.

It was intense. It might be time dulling his recollection of what an orgasm felt like, but that felt far more intense than anything he remembered! He whimpered as he rode through the undulating waves of his afterglow, churning the water up as his wings fluttered and flared clumsily beneath it.

Hades came as he watched the rivulets of come spurt and felt the powerful clench around his cock. He gasped as his eyes rolled back, moaning through the best orgasm he had in a very, very long time. He would have never suspected it would have been with a dragon, but Hydaelyn never failed to surprise.

As his orgasm ended and his legs began to shake, he pulled out of Prometheus, and promptly lost his balance, slipping and scrabbling as he fell into the water with a splash.

Hades came back abover water grasping for Prometheus as his leg locked up into a cramp.

Prometheus purred out a happy little noise when he felt Hades come inside of him, the warm, wet feeling making his insides quiver all nice-like. He started to regain some control over his shivering body, his wings slowly tucking close against his back as Hades pulled out-

-and promptly slipped off his tail in the most ungraceful, clumsy tumble he had ever witnessed!

"Shit! Hades!" he yelped, the dozy afterglow instantly evaporating as he flailed onto his front, doggy-paddling in place as Hades resurfaced coughing and spluttering. Without thinking, Prometheus unfurled his wing, gently grasping his partner around his torso with the surprisingly dexterous, yet powerful claws of his 'winghand', holding him steady in the water and acting as a support if he needed it.

The loose, furred membrane of his extended wing floated on the water's surface like an inky blanket, and the position was mildly uncomfortable... ugh, he had wing cramp. Probably from the awkward position he held them while floating on his back. Oh well.

Prometheus gently tugged Hades closer, sticking his snout right into Hades's face, snuffling him like a worried dog, "Are you okay? You didn't inhale any water did you?"

"I did, but I'm fine," he said with a cough as he held onto the wing. He rubbed Prometheus' snout before glancing back to dry land.

"I think I've had enough swimming for one day," he said, making no actual move to swim back towards dry land. "Carry me," he said, putting a little pitiable twinge into it. Now all Hades wanted to do was curl up in his bed... But Prometheus was too big for his home. He supposed he could just resize it quickly... Or stuff Prometheus into a temporary glamour. He did miss his face, even if Prometheus was indifferent at this point.

The options began swirling in his head before his attention was pulled by the approach of a dark clad figure—

"...What are you doing?" Lahabrea asked with his arms crossed. "I stopped by the cave and found some of your clothes, but you didn't reply. We were afraid you'd gone and gotten eaten already."

Prometheus made a fond noise, not bothered in the slightest at Hades bossing him about like that. It was just like old times, really, so he gently tucked Hades closer to him, paddling lazily towards the shore. It was when his feet hit sandy ground, slowly heaving his bulk out of the seawater, that he sensed the aether swirling strangely, heralding a teleportation magic that bypassed the Lifestream currents. He didn't recognise the incoming aether signature.

He paused uncertainly, his forelegs unconsciously bending a little in a sort of 'guard' position like an uneasy dog when the teleport magic concluded. His feelers flicked up, his 'sight' sharpening into focus as the intruder spoke-

"Oh! It's just Lahabrea," he said, easing out of his defensive posture with a relaxed flick of his tail. Strange how he didn't he recognise his aether initially but, well, it's been a while, he supposed. He didn't immediately recognise Hades either, so his reincarnation probably knocked a few minor details out of his memory, probably.

"You been doing weird experiments with your Akadaemia students again?" Prometheus said curiously, sniffing the air as he picked out the strange smears of aether mingled in Lahabrea's. He didn't recognise it, but like with Hades, something about it itched his memory. It even looked similar to what Hades had mixed in with his... "Your aether had a weird tint to it..."

Lahabrea’s eyes flicked over to Hades to make meaningful eye contact. Hades widened his eyes behind Prometheus’ back, raised his brows, and hand signaling as quickly as he could that Prometheus had no fucking idea what was going on with any of this so please be cool.

“He’s always doing weird experiments at the Akademia,” Hades said.

Lahabrea just nodded and shrugged. “Aether is a little different here, if you haven’t noticed,” Lahabrea supplied naturally. And that wasn’t a lie, but it was also the ascians fault. “But I had something for you, by way of apology,” Lahabrea then produced a little necklace with a red stone.

Hades raised his eyebrows.

“It will give you a human shape. Speaking of, Hades, please.”

Hades looked down at himself and shrugged. “My island.”

Prometheus had the oddest feeling that he just missed something, but... it was probably Lahabrea digging up his sense of decency somewhere. Truth be told, this was the most civil Lahabrea had spoken to him outside of the Convocation chamber, so maybe Prometheus dying horrifically in Xerora garnered some pity points in his favour.

Yeah, that sounded plausible. Prometheus shrugged off the niggling feeling without further thought.

"Lahabrea, you're being suspiciously nice to me," he mused, shifting to sit down on his haunches, his tail curling neatly over his feet. Even like this he towered over both of his fellow Amaurotines, "It's weirding me out."

But, hey, Prometheus shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, or, whatever that saying was.

So, with a mischievous little noise, he playfully nudged Hades by gently swaying into him, "If only he came by ten minutes ago, mm? Would've saved you all that effort you went through fucking me."

Yes, he did raise his voice slightly on the last two words. Look, okay, one thousand years without needling Lahabrea was much too long!

“It’s just a favor for Emet-Selch, don’t think about it too hard,” Lahabrea groused. Lahabrea made such a look of disgust as he snapped his fingers, redressing Hades.

“And this is the thanks I get, I see. Elidibus will be so pleased when I tell him that you’re back.” It was clear that Lahabrea was uneasy, even besides the inter species sex he was forced to imagine there.

“Now, now, Prometheus. Play nice,” Hades crooned.

“And you,” Lahabrea started. “Don’t shirk your duties just because your fucktoy showed up. Elidibus will be by with details.” Lahabrea turned to Prometheus. “Surely he will want to speak with you as well.”

Hades sighed and narrowed his eyes. This wasn’t going to get any easier, was it?

“Tell him I’ll meet with him at his place. I don’t conduct business here,” Hades said. “And anything Elidibus wants can pass through me.”

Prometheus's wings ruffled a little in offence at being called a 'fucktoy', but otherwise he was...

He was confused.

The conversation was flowing a bit too fast, and it was clear he was a little lost as his head swung from Hades to Lahabrea as they spoke. Elidibus wanting to speak to him was nothing new, he always had something to scold him for, but, what was with Hades's sudden defensiveness? Was Elidibus really angry with him for some reason? That was the only time Hades really played interference between them...

That niggling feeling of something 'not right' was creeping back.

"'His place'?" Prometheus repeated, his tone clearly uncertain, "Why would we go to Elidibus's home to talk to him? He normally lectures us in the Convocation Hall..." In fact, Prometheus was certain he'd never visited Elidibus's home once in all the time he'd known him!

Lahabrea leveled a stare at Prometheus as he slowly let out a breath. “You haven’t told him,” Lahabrea muttered. “Well, this is your mess. I’ve done all I care to do,” he tossed the necklace towards them, and Hades snatched it out of midair.

Hades frowned as Lahabrea turned and shadowalked away, disappearing entirely. Obnoxious, that’s exactly what Hades would have done.

Hades closed his eyes as he felt a powerful headache brewing. He opened his eyes, turned towards Prometheus, and draped the necklace over his horns.

"Told me wh-"

Prometheus stopped when a strange feeling rippled over him at the necklace draping over his horns, a disorientating wobble as his sense of gravity and height shifted dramatically. In a blink, he was human - on two legs, which was- uh, weird??

"Oof!" In a show of absolute grace, Prometheus wobbled and fell flat on his ass, blinking in total bewilderment as he stared at his knees on human legs, "Huh? What?"

Oh. The necklace... oh, that Lahabrea!

"Hmph, a little warning next time..." he grumbled, awkwardly trying to climb to his feet. It was... a work in progress because going from 1000 years with four legs and a tail to two legs and no tails was... yeah. It was clumsy.

“I’ll warn you next time,” he said, snapping his fingers to dress Prometheus in something he would wear ordinarily, especially somewhere so warm.

Hades smiled at Prometheus before his expression went very dark. He knelt, putting his arms out to take Prometheus’ hands. “Come inside, and I’ll tell you,” he said, eyes dark and watery. God, what to say. He knew he’d think of something, but how to explain it so he understood? Prometheus would never forgive lies. But how would he find out? He feared what Prometheus might remember...

Hades led him into the beautiful little house. The windows were distinctly amaurotine, the gardening so lush and calming... the inside was furnished beautifully and orderly, befitting of a man of his station.

He sat him in the sitting room, which held only three seats. He conjured a tea pot and stared at it for several seconds.

“Amaurot... is no more. None of the ancient cities still stand since the Doom.”

Prometheus climbed to his feet with the grace of a newborn deer, awkwardly walking using Hades for balance. He had an uneasy feeling - Hades looked solemn, his shoulders weighed down as he led him into the beautiful house. It was so Hades in design, Prometheus couldn't help but smile a little.

That smile didn't last when Hades sat him down and dropped that bombshell on him.

At first it didn't quite sink in. His mind couldn't quite comprehend the fact that Amaurot was gone. Yes, there'd been no trace of it when he first woke up in this world, but... he thought it was hidden away from these rushing, violent younger races. Not... gone. Completely? Utterly...?

"But, you said Amaurot was far away," he said blankly, his tone a little lost and confused.

Hades sighed, sat down next to Prometheus, and took his hands. His eyelashes were dewy, his eyes downcast as he chewed his lip. “Some of our buildings still stand, but the streets are empty. And it is far away. So far that I would be unable to take you there in your current body— Well. Maybe. Dragons are more durable...”

Hades chewed his lip, removing one of his hands just to wipe away the tears.

“But we’re working on it,” Hades said cryptically with a weary sigh. “We have been... for thousands of years. We’re making progress, but it’s so slow with so few of us.”

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