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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"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?"

“I’ll scold him right back,” Hades muttered. Oh yeah, the dynamic had definitely changed. While Prometheus was lost in his thoughts before wrangling them away from some dark places, Hades had begun to doze. The luck and the nuzzle brought him gently to.

“Again...?! I’m not a young man anymore,” he said parroting rhetoric that didn’t apply to an immortal even a little bit.

This pulled a laugh from the ‘til then politely quiet Hythlodaeus. “Prometheus... you aren’t in heat, are you?”

"You were never a young man," Prometheus teased, before lifting his head enough to look over at Hythlodaeus snuggled up on the hammock.

"Heat? Uh... hm," he thought about it: he did feel horny, even after getting fucked twice in such short time, and even now he could feel his arousal start spiking again - not really helped by Hades just being all over him - and in him to boot. He might... actually...

"I think I might be," Prometheus said sheepishly, "Um, oops?"

Hades sighed. “Reading books again, Hythlodaeus?”

“Oh always. I suppose I’m not sure what season it is here, but dragons tend to mate wildly for about a week, then lay eggs in the spring.”

Hades frowned, or would if he had the mouth for it, considering this. “Well. This will be a partially new experience, hmm?” Hades sighed, twisting his neck around Prometheus’. “I suppose if you’re in heat I should do my duty... but let’s compromise. You have to put on that necklace at some point here, if I’m going to sleep with you all week..”

Prometheus perked up at this, giving a happy, full body wriggle at Hades's easy consent. Really, Prometheus must've missed every single breeding season by hibernating as he did, so if he had to experience one, at least it was with Hades. The consequences of it hadn't really dawned on him yet - breeding season = babies - but it was too late now to pull back. Prometheus always was a jump in with both feet kind of guy.

"Deal. It'll be nice to be human again for a bit, anyways," Prometheus agreed easily, rocking his hips back pointedly, "So, mm, round three...?"

They did round three, and round four— and Elidibus and Lahabrea finally figured out that Hades would come to them when the time was right. After all, the situation seemed stable. Prometheus wasn’t really one for playing the long game at deception; that was more of Hades’ thing anyway. Hades had assured them that Prometheus did not react poorly when he touched his soul. There was no spark of memory. For now they could continue, and they were happy to let Hades entertain him. He would be of pivotal use in time.

The days passed peaceably, so much so that Hades found himself forgetting his grief. He expanded the island some, teleported in animals now and then for Prometheus to eat... they happily enjoyed each other’s company. Even Hythlodaeus was energized by having others around.

Hades, deciding to sunbathe and “stargaze” set himself up on his beach in a skimpy swimsuit with sunglasses. He let his eyes go soft and unfocused as he watched souls return to the lifestream. He looked over at Hytholadeus, who didn’t have a true soul, but just a bit of detailing for Hades’ comfort. There was Hythlodaeus’ soft red... Prometheus’ verdant green, and a soft, pulsing blue on top of— wait, what?

Hades sat up, removing his sunglasses for the clarity.

“Prom, come here a moment, would you?”

Prometheus, who had found a perfect spot on the beach to soak up maximum sunshine, roused reluctantly from his drowsy sprawl. Whenever there was sunbathing, there was always the urge to do it as a dragon, since there was just something satisfying about warming up his scales after spending a thousand years in the frigid climes of the Coerthas mountains. At Hades's behest, though, he did sometimes do it in human form - but that was normally when Hades wanted to cuddle.

This time, he was in dragon form, so it took a few moments for him to sluggishly get his feet under him, stretching like a contented cat, before ambling over to Hades - where he proceeded to flop on his belly next to him, kicking up a small dustcloud of sand.

"What is it?" Prometheus half-yawned. He'd been feeling sleepier than usual lately, and hungrier, something he attributed to his body protesting skipping its habitual hibernation. He'll probably perk up after another week of being awake, "You wanna cuddle? Mm, guess I can go human for a bit..."

On closer inspection, it was exactly as he had suspected. He had seen the birth of a soul, the latching from the lifestream, literally millions of times. Up close, maybe several hundred times. Still, he knew how it looked well enough.

“You’re pregnant,” he said, voice soft and full of awe. He placed a hand on his side as he gazed placidly at the burgeoning soul. “The soul is only just beginning to latch,” he said as he pressed his face against Prometheus’ warm side.

"Eh?" Prometheus didn't really understand at first, watching Hades smoosh his cheek against his side, like he was trying to listen for something. Then it really sunk in, "Eh!?"

Pregnant?! Prometheus wasn't sure how to react - it wasn't unpleasant news, there was, after all, some expectation of possible pregnancy considering Hades fucked him senseless for a week solid during his heat, but after a while without feeling any different, Prometheus assumed they'd been incompatible in some way and it just didn't take. In fact, he didn't really feel all that different now. Though, should he? Prometheus didn't really know, considering Amaurotines had babies by just tossing them into an artificial womb and letting them develop that way. He had no frame of reference.

Besides, he'd lay an egg, right? So, after a while, he'd just, uh, what? Poop out an egg and then have to wait? That was kind of like an artificial womb, right?

"I can't... tell," Prometheus admitted, huffing quietly as he internally tried to shift through all the 'noise' of the Lifestream. He always struggled sensing tiny, or newborn souls, because of that. It was like trying to find a needle in a sandstorm, "It's too tiny. Does it feel fine?"

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