Kapitel 348: Druidragon [#7]
Collecting the necessary herbs for the antidote wasn't hard. Hard was convincing Hiccup to trust him along the way! He saved him from many dangers, but there was still that distrust in those green eyes of his. 'Well, my eyes are also green - just deeper, darker.' What was unexpected, however, was when they got back to the cave, Hastur was awake. "Good morning, love." Dagur greeted his husband (I mean, they've sworn loyalty and love before the ancestors, the gods, and basically everything else!) with a soft smile and even softer touch, he had been just a little - just a tad - bit rougher with him this morning, after keeping him awake for the majority of last night. 'It's not my fault if his voice does things to me...' Indeed it wasn't Dagur's fault. It was Hastur's needy moans of "Please" and "Harder" followed by a "Don't stop -" that made him just give it to him until he couldn't speak anymore.
And that's how he gave him his cock first thing in the morning too, because he looked way too cuter for not having his cock inside him.
"Hi..." He looked over at Hiccup with an embarrassed expression, probably ashamed of his lack of clothes and the fact that Hiccup could have seen him naked - As if Dagur would allow that, Hiccup might be his brother, but he would not have hesitated and would've taken the other's eyes out! - but Dagur quickly told him the entire story of what happened as he also boiled the cure over the fireplace: "... You need to stir it a little more, or else the ingredients won't blend well, and it can make something not very nice." Trusting the words of his beloved, Dagur added more purple flowers before stirring it a little more, the vomit-like green liquid soon boiled into a purple liquid under the watchful of Hiccup. "It's ready now." Dagur showed it to Hiccup, who hesitated long enough to show his hesitancy about the matter, but he still gave his dragon the antidote.
The moment he drank it, Toothless started going Berserker, roaring and spreading his wings and flapping his tail around, making both Dagur and Hiccup look surprised at that. "Toothless? Bud - What did you do!? - C'mon bud, stay with me!" The dragon suddenly stopped, a purring sound started to echo as pale silver eyes stared right into the dragon's own bright radioactive green eyes of the Night Fury: "Shhh..." He whispered, his body covered in the furs to hide away his nakedness, even though he couldn't hide the subtle daconic features in his body really that well. Hiccup's eyes widened in surprise when he saw the silver scales on Hastur's extended arm and the claws on his hands and feet, too. "Huh. That's interesting." Hastur whispered for a moment before he grinned - "There, there... Now everything's fine." He calmed the beast that was known by its fury (It's in the name) with simple words and a single touch, and if that wasn't amazing, then Dagur doesn't know what amazing is!
"W-who are you...?"
"Me?" Hastur looked over towards Hiccup before smiling: "Hastur the Unfortunate, sole survivor of the Great Elysian Calamity, and Fallen King of the dead Elysian island." Immediately, both Dagur and Hiccup froze.
It was a well-known fact that the Elysian island was the most beautiful and richest island in the entire world, but one day, an unknown plague assaulted the island, bringing death and destruction. The entire island was set ablaze to get rid of the sick, all were killed, and their corpses were set aflame as well - everyone thought that they had somehow angered the gods so much that they sent down a plague to kill them all, so to appease said gods, they killed everyone.
Or so was thought because here stands before them, the sole heir to the throne of the now ashen island, completely ruined and dead, no vegetation grew on the island anymore nor did bird or dragon land on that cursed land. "Oh my Thor." Dagur whispered before his arms came and held onto his beloved tightly, a feeling of protectiveness he had only ever felt towards Heather before overcame his senses, making him hold his husband even tighter. "O-okay - Bones! Breaking..." Okay, not too tight! "Anyway... You're Hiccup, right? So this must be Toothless, nice to meet you two, Dagur has talked a lot about you two." Dagur did wince slightly at that, but still did not let go of his husband, even holding him and looking at Hiccup with a little of hostility. "Uhm... Nice to meet you too?" Hiccup was more intimidated by Dagur than anything really. Why was he being so hostile with his eyes right now?
"Well, he's fine now, you can leave with him if you want." Patting Toothless' head, Hastur smiled softly. "He should be able to for at least four hours before needing to rest, keep that in mind, and feed him some sea slugs too, helps boost his immunologic system so he can get better quicker." As he slowly pushed away from Dagur, much to the other man's dismay as he wanted to squish and cuddle a little bit more with his husband, but said man wanted to do something else: "Hm... It's around... Here!" He pulled out a small flask out of a chest. Within the flask, there was this pale green liquid that smelled a lot like herbs and other things: "Here, this should help him recover." The furs around his body started to slowly fall down while he was talking to Hiccup, Hastur only noticed when it was almost falling from him at high speeds - thankfully, he has a husband! "Oops, there we go." Firms, rough hands held onto the furs that were falling, pulling them up as he pressed himself against Hastur's back, who felt a certain thing poking him.
"A-anyway! Your dragon is okay now, so unless you wanna fight a bunch of Dragon Hunters, I'd recommend you leave -" A simple thrust made his whole body burns with desire: "- like, now!" Hiccup did run away - I mean, left! He must've forgotten the stove or something. Immediately after he was out of sight, Dagur's hand roughly pulled his hair, making him expose his neck as said man gave kisses all along his shoulders and neck: "Did you enjoy provoking me -" Where did this come from!? "- little whore?" A shiver ran down his spine, he didn't know what was happening with Dagur, but he was enjoying this too much! "You're making me lose myself..."
Okay, fuck it! "Last night, you were unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon. You frightened me... Do it again." He didn't even have time to react. He was already being taken by Dagur without any preparation whatsoever.
It was painful. It was torture. It was so good his mind went blank.
It was only cock, a cock he was made for, a cock he came to this world for - stop Pitch Black? What was that? He could only think of this cock right now, his future was for his future self take care of while he is getting absolutely destroyed! "I was going easy on you, but it seems like you like it too much, huh?" His head banged against floor as Dagur, not caring, shoved him down on the rock - he got dizzy for a split second, but there was no damage to his body, nothing more than a scratch that healed quickly enough, the only sensation he had was this overwhelming pleasure. "Tell me, tell me now -" Dagur pulled his head back by his hair again, getting a dirty moan out of him: "- fuck, tell me, tell me how much you love me. How much you love my cock!"
"I love it- I love it, thank you, thank you -" When Dagur called him a bitch, he wasn't exaggerating... Hastur knew he was always a kinky guy, he liked to imagine himself being dominated by so many men, worshipping their bodies, that when Dagur started to get more aggressive in bed, he absolutely loved it, even if it bruised him good. "Please, give it to me, more please. I'm begging you love - Love, break me, break me good!" Dagur didn't need the incentive, but it was deeply appreciated, and it showed! His thrusts were stronger, his grip was tight enough o bruise, his cock pushing so quickly and strongly was enough to make my drool from both open mouth and cock.
Then Dagur suddenly lifted him up, fucking him mid-air with him turned to face him and share a kiss, a beautiful, sloppy, and slow kiss that made Hastur lightheaded for it took his breath away.His eyes were hazy, he could feel his soul resonating with Dagur's - Or maybe he was too dizzy.
Regardless, they fucked through the day.
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Hiccup didn't know how to feel about this. Dagur? Being... nice? His husband (He still is going crazy over this - in the three months they haven't seen Dagur, he somehow ends up married!? To an Elysian!? No - Not any Elysian, but the heir to the throne and naturally Fallen King of Elysium!?) being the absolute opposite of Dagur? And to top it all off, his husband having dragon scales and claws!?
He didn't even notice when he came back to the Edge, nor when he went to his room and started drawing what he could remember from the dragon on the wall - He was so focused that he didn't even notice Jack sneaking up on him until he said: "Huh, cool drawing. New Dragon?" Scaring the living shit out of him! Hiccup did jump a little on his seat, making Jack chuckle humorously at his surprised face: "Eh... Maybe?"
"Okay...?" Jack raised both his eyebrows, his white hair, and pale ice blue eyes widening slightly: "Then, what is it?" Hiccup took a deep breath and decided to tell the story of what happened to him - basically? Went out alone, got Toothless shot with an arrow, had to land, met Dagur who did not kill him but rather helped him, had his life saved by Dagur, met Dagur's husband ("He has a husband!?") and found out his husband is an Elysian, the last one! "And that's where the dragon comes in... It was drawn on Dagur's wall. It was much more detailed than this one here -" he showed Jack the sketch he had just made: "- and his husband, Hastur, was his name. He had scales, Jackson, he had scales and claws! Like dragons!"
"W-what?"
"He gave me this potion that I gave to Toothless, which immediately healed the hole the arrow had left behind and even helped him with his endurance! He was able to fly all the way back to the Edge in one go, so now he's resting." Hiccup pointed to the big black co- reptile that was soundlessly asleep in his rock bed warmed by his own breath weapon.
Jackson, however, paled. Dragon scales and dragon claws? They weren't meant to exist in this world! Jackson was sure of this, Mánnia was sure of this, and many Constellations and Gods were sure of this. So, how was a Half-Dragon born!?
See, Jackson has a secret, unlike his sister, he wasn't chosen by the Spirit of Winter - He was the Spirit of Winter. He came to this world accidentally, Pitch Black had managed to pierce his claws into him and was also dragged to this world, making it his job to get rid of him... He was the reason that Pitch was here in the first place.
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