Dragon Riding - Sex Stories

Dragon Riding

... within the temple smaller than they were. It was at rare times such as these that Krib wished a gnome was nearby. Or even a dwarf. They were accustomed to feeling small in Orgrimmar, but this was something else entirely.

"Do you know where you're going?" he asked, avoiding the gaze of a dragon licking its lips and eyeing him like a snack.

" 'Course I do."

"Really? Because you've never been here before and you aren't carrying a map."

She gave him an exasperated look, like he were a child, and then gestured towards a pair of guards standing watch beside an archway. "All you gotta do is find the biggest, meanest, toughest looking guards. Bonus points if they're dressed like royalty. Whatever they're guarding is bound to be important."

"I have doubts about your method," he said, although the more he thought about it the more he came to realize that she might be onto something. The Kor'kron, Sylvanas' Royal Dreadguards, spellbreakers...

"Come on, I'll show ya!"

"Wait!"

Neiza didn't wait. She marched right up to a scaly gold dragonkin and waved her hand in his face. Or rather, his legs. He was about ten times her size, with glorious crimson armor that probably weighed more than they did combined. "Where's Alexstrasza?" she asked, thumbing over her shoulder at Krib. "We got business with her."

The two-legged reptilian looked Krib and Neiza over, his gaze cold and snake-like, his breath hot and escaping in plumes of vaporous smoke from his nostrils. After ...

... an uncomfortable period of time, he blinked. "Business?" he said, his voice deep and lazy.

"That's right. The Dragon Queen needs a massage."

The guard stared at her contemplatively, slowly, infuriatingly, then blinked again. "Massage?" he asked.

"Yeah, massage! Don't you know what a massage is? Here." Neiza rummaged around in her bag and pulled out a pair of pictures. "See? We're experts."

"Hmm." He scratched at his scaly face while he inspected the photos, yawned, then stood up straight and struck the flat end of his halberd against the floor. "Proceed."

Beyond the guards a portal glowed, thrumming with arcane energy and swirling with colors. Neiza quickly hopped through it. Krib followed behind after saying his prayers to any spirit he could think of.

The portal took them to an inner chamber on a nondescript floor, bright and massive, enclosed on all sides by cyclopean masonry of gray and bronze, lavishly furnished with bookshelves lining the walls and great draconic tapestries hanging about. Serpentine hallways branched out from this chamber, and as they explored them, opening doors and searching for the Life-binder, Krib began to grow curious as to the subject matter of those photographs Neiza had presented to the guards.

"What exactly were those pictures?"

Neiza glanced left and right at an intersection of the maze that seemed to comprise Alexstrasza's chambers, then turned left. "Us with Sylvanas and Tyrande," she said, holding her hands out in ...