Shadow of the Dragonflight, ch.1

Author's Note: New commission! The pitch on this one was a little odd, and I decided to take the story in something of a more surreal direction than I ordinarily would, especially for a Warcraft story. Still, I think it was a nice chance to stretch some writer-y muscles that've been collecting dust, and I'm pretty dang proud of the final product. Leaving room for more, too!

Without further ado--!

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To dream was to be everywhere, and nowhere. To be anywhere, a place not quite remembered or forgotten. To be in The Dream, despite the way many perspectives had managed to collectively structure it, was very much the same way. Lush forests, high mountains, deep barrows, all bearing a texture that was only truly ethereal.

So it was that dream, that verdant, starlit place, that Ysera lay, a beautiful elf in all but genuine nature. Decadent dark violet sheets draped across a massive bed at the center of a dark meadow, its posts twisting, branching vines and its drapes like willow fronds of deep jade green. The dragon, the dreamer, was naked but for her skin, laying on her back with arms and legs sprawled, eyes closed, slumbering even within this place of restfulness.

This solitude, though, was an illusion. For, as a dream was never far from becoming a nightmare, the Nightmare was never far from the Dream. In the same place as Ysera lay, overlapping her, was a shadowy thing, a corrupt thing, something not so terribly different from Ysera herself, though not so full of life or of hope. Something that, as its dream aligned with hers… became her.

So it was that Ysera’s eyes, pools of moonlight, flickered open, sensing a presence once within her, now… beside her. The vision was only a shadow at first, vaguely humanoid, as if trying to discover who or what it was, as if she’d somehow created it. It moved when she moved, mirroring her – Ysera rolled onto her side to face it, propping herself up on one elbow, then one hand, and the shadow did the same. She tilted her head slightly to regard it, and the shadow regarded her in kind, studying her, mimicking her, each attempt to emulate the dragon-elf’s movements becoming more and more accurate.

“Who are you?” Ysera whispered, her voice hazy in the dream, even her thoughts somewhat… unclear. Her voice was echoed, though, as the shadow asked the same, now slowly taking form. Murky spots of red, red so dark it could scarcely be seen through the shadow, appeared where eyes should be, then streaks of red beneath them, imitating the green streaks of Ysera’s own facial markings, cultural holdovers of the kaldorei she took the shape of. The thing continued to change, and shift, replicating Ysera’s features one by one as it took form, though not all of its mimicry was without flaw. The eyes and markings remained red, its skin a pallid lavender as opposed to the Dreamer’s warm purple, its hair an ashen black, rather than forest green.

The body itself, though, was a close approximation, matching Ysera’s bare, slender curves, her perky breasts, the flare of her hips, and the slumbering length of the member nestled between soft thighs. Her horns, too, were black, looking almost like the branches of scorched trees, contrasting the smoldering crimson embers of her eyes. A corrupted Ysera, made manifest within the Nightmare and brought to life, now in bed beside her. Even the Dream itself seemed darker with the shadow’s presence, the comforting glow of starlight seeming more cool and dim. This creature, whatever it was, was not meant to exist.

Ysera swallowed, blinked, considering rousing herself from the Dream – but in her heart, she knew the attempt would not bear fruit. She was a part of this event now, locked in, part of something beyond the stories and travels of her own thoughts. This, however curious and whimsical, was real. Her lips parted to ask her question once more, now that the creature had taken form, but the answer came before the question could be asked.

“Ysera,” the shadow whispered, drawing a little closer, the first action it had taken that was not an emulation of the original, as if it had shaken free of those shackles, completed its digestion of Ysera’s appearance and mannerisms. “I am the Dreamer.”

“You aren’t,” the dragon said hesitantly, recoiling back a bit onto the bed, now sitting up fully on her knees to more distantly regard this strange specter. “You’re… something I don’t understand. Something dark, something that should not be here.”

“You reject me because you see yourself,” the shadow said, a small, weird smile touching her lips. “Do you not like that we are the same? Do I not… entice you?” She crept across the bed on hands and knees, closer and closer, until her lips were only a few inches away from Ysera’s. “You entice me very much.” There was no disputing her beauty, twisted though it was, for she was a perfect copy of the Dreamer… perhaps even more alluring, her curves seeming more pronounced, her breasts and backside perhaps a bit larger, as if she’d ‘enhanced’ the original shape during her assumption of it. There was a way she moved, now that she’d grown comfortable in Ysera’s flesh, that was animalistic, confident, almost feral – this was not only something dark, but something wild.

“What… are you doing…?” Ysera barely got the words out before her double closed the distance between them, not with an attack, but with a kiss, long and fierce, lips identical to her own pressing against her. The shadow’s breath was hot, smoky, dangerous, like a forest fire in her lungs, and Ysera struggled not to return it, reflex and curiosity nearly getting the better of her senses. Though momentarily stunned, she pulled back, laying one hand on the shadow’s shoulder to gently push her away, finding her counterpart’s skin to be cool, smooth, and dry – not unlike real flesh, but strangely devoid of true life.

“Tasting you,” that weird smile again, the shadow holding direct eye contact with Ysera as it tried to pull closer, only held at bay by the dragon-woman’s arm. “Do you not feel the connection between us? What we are, who we could be? And…” she took Ysera’s hand in her own, removing it from her shoulder and placing it on her own breast, sitting up on her knees in a position that mirrored the Dreamer’s. “Have you never wanted to be with yourself? Have you never wondered? Do I not awaken such sordid fantasies in your mind, Ysera? I know that I must – because you awaken those fantasies in me, and we are the same.”

Ysera breathed in, at loss for words. This situation was surreal, something she would have described as dream-like were she not sincerely dreaming. Face-to-face with an imperfect copy, one that sought not to attack or supplant her, but apparently to seduce her… and she was doing quite an effective job of it. Outside active thought, she felt her fingers squishing gently into the supple flesh of the shadow’s breast, cupping it, feeling it, her eyes cast down between the other Ysera’s thighs, catching a fleeting glimpse of her pale member, swelling in length and stiffness, though its size while at rest suggested that it would likely eclipse Ysera’s. Ysera’s… which one of them was Ysera, now? What claim did she have to that identity that the shadow did not, that she should retain exclusive use of it? Were they not both Ysera, and if so….

“I…I don’t think I should…” Ysera shook her head slightly. Something did feel wrong about this, however much her body told her otherwise. This was a test, a temptation, a trick on her senses to get her to do something she should not, to embrace darkness, whether that darkness was external or internal. Despite her spoken refusal, though, her hand stayed on the shadow’s breast, and she did not pull away when the shadow’s lips met hers once more, kissing her, ‘tasting’ her as she had said. The dragon’s eyes drifted shut, and in that sweet, poisonous closeness, she didn’t even notice the sensation of something curling around her ankle, and another around her wrist.

“I disagree,” the shadow purred, flicking forth her tongue to stroke along Ysera’s identical one, suckling softly at her bottom lip before popping away again. “Meaning… you disagree. So why fight, mmh?” Another kiss as her counterpart fully crawled atop her, pinning her down to the massive bed where she’d slumbered, the hardened shaft of her member prodding up against Ysera’s, pushing it, coaxing it to life. “Let us be whole.”

Ysera let out a quiet groan of resistance into the renewed kiss, shifting in place, then finally making an attempt to push away – and feeling that she could not. She was bound, without her knowledge, wrists and ankles locked in place by dark vines that had crawled up from the sides of the bed. No, not vines at all. These were soft, smooth, flexible, a little… damp. More like flesh than wood, and of a dark, grayish-blue in color. Not vines. Tentacles. “What the– what is this? Let me go!” Her certainty of the culprit was as complete as it was chilling. To be able to impress her will upon the Dream so quickly after manifestation should not be possible – her shadow was able to shape the world around her in a way that Ysera, seemingly, no longer could, forcing the question once more of whose domain this was. Was this Dream, Nightmare, neither, or something in between? Was there even any point in trying to resist, if this creature had taken control of her very world?

“We’ve too beautiful a mouth to be full of so many complaints, I think,” the shadow remained close, forehead to forehead, hands caressing up and down Ysera’s sides as their cocks bumped back and forth against one another, Ysera’s finally having risen to life from the constant contact and cajoling. “Let’s use it for something more entertaining.” It was offputting, the way she referred to the two of them as a collective, if not the same entity entirely, as though she was entitled to make decisions on Ysera’s behalf by virtue of being her, despite her strange appearance and behavior strongly suggesting that the two were distinct. Nonetheless, she quickly put her thoughts into motion, the tentacles tightening around Ysera’s limbs, laying her flat back against the bed as the shade wound around back, kneeling with one knee on either side of the dragon’s head, popping the tip of her cock against Ysera’s lips from behind.

“Don’t you– mmphh…!” Ysera began to protest, but the follow-through was so confident and abrupt that she lacked the time or focus to finish her complaint or close her mouth, and in an instant, she felt the smooth blue shaft of her counterpart’s stiff cock slide past her lips, into her mouth. The angle of entry brought the tip of the shadow’s member in immediate territorial conflict with the back of Ysera’s throat, threatening to breach that warm, wet tunnel only a moment after initial entry. It flooded her senses, filling her mouth completely, almost enough to distract her from the… other things she now had to worry about.

Those strange appendages the nightmare-Ysera had summoned were neither idle, nor alone. They slithered and tightened around her wrists and ankles, while more of them joined the fray, straying from the darkness beyond into the semi-enclosed space of the bed. These new additions, though, were a good deal more… invasive, both figuratively and literally. While one wound its way around one of Ysera’s breasts, another coiled its way around her penis, tightening very slightly, then slithering in place, giving a sense of constant motion and pressure, enough to force Ysera to total hardness but little else. Yet another one of these strange, smooth tendrils slipped between the dreaming dragon’s buttcheeks, exploring for a moment until it found its prize, poking and prodding against it like a nosy neighbor knocking at one’s door. That insistent push against her asshole grew in pressure with a gradual, yet inexorable consistency, until it finally popped inside, sliding deep and making a warm, tight home for itself inside of Ysera’s snug, sensitive ass.

The dragon-elf’s gasp of surprise was handily muted by the presence of the shadow’s hard cock buried inside of her throat, leading only to a blur of muffled grunts and gagging sounds, though the sentiment managed to make its way across nonetheless. While she was shocked and flustered by having a stiff, thick dick stuffed so unceremoniously into her mouth, she couldn’t deny that the tentacles were bringing her a rising pleasure – coiling around her cock and around her breasts, slithering around her, binding her, now so boldly invading the tight passage of her asshole – it had a wild sort of thrill bubbling up inside of her, one she was trying to deny, and having greater difficulty with.

“Mmhn, you’re so fucking sexy,” the shade moaned softly, thrusting forward, then back, starting to take up a slow, easy rhythm of deeply, relentlessly throatfucking Ysera. “Like fucking my own self… I never knew I’d find it so hot, but here I am – here weare, nnngh….” It was strange the way the shade spoke of their relation to one another, almost as if she were the original, and Ysera, the Dreamer, was the copy – or indeed, that there was no true difference between the two at all. That was the option that disturbed Ysera the most.

There was something more at play here, though. More than the red-eyed doppelganger, more than the unshakeable lust between them, more than the bizarre tentacles sliding around and into Ysera’s squirming, naked body, thrusting in and out of her sensitive asshole, making her quiver with unsolicited excitement. Ysera could feel something more at the edge of her senses, a sort of presence, like her double’s thoughts, or at least her emotions, creeping into Ysera’s mind, threatening to take hold of her… threatening to corrupther. This was the first time she was forced to wonder whether there would indeed be two of them for very long… and whether or not she would be the one that remained. The desire to resist rose in exact tandem with the urge to submit, the nightmare growing stronger as the dream became aware of what was at stake.

“Mmphh– chhlllchh– ghHAH…!” Ysera gagged, lashes fluttering, tongue rolling around the thick, grayish-blue girlcock crammed into her mouth, taking in its musky, smoky taste. The straining of her arms and legs relaxed a bit as she realized she couldn’t overpower the smooth appendages holding her in place – she was along for the ride, for now, no matter what. She had to endure this mentally, not physically… and there was much, yet, to endure.

“Mmn, having a hard time breathing, baby?” the nightmare purred, still thrusting in and out of Ysera’s throat again and again, as if her thoughts and actions weren’t connecting at all. “Maybe we should try something that offers us a bit more freedom… and a bit more pleasure.” She indulged herself in several more long, rough thrusts, shivering with delight as she did, before finally drawing backwards out of Ysera’s coughing mouth, a thick, sticky bridge of saliva and precum connecting the dragon’s lips to the tip of the shadow’s throbbing cock.

After a moment of spluttering and gasping, Ysera gathered the sense to try to speak, though found her protest malformed: “I… y-you don’t– we don’t have to–” she began to say as the shadow slithered around her on the bed, now facing her directly, nearly straddling her. Her words were cut short, though, by yet another of those odd tentacles, coiling its way around her throat and cinching gently shut – not enough to cut off air, only blood, and stymie any further (apparently undesired) attempts at speech. “Hnnncck–!”

“Now now, we can’t go back to that so quickly,” the double said, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Ysera’s wet, gasping lips, “We both know you want this. I feel what you feel, and you feel what I feel. The only difference is that I don’t resist what I know is right for us.” Another kiss, then the shade’s tongue flicked and swirled around Ysera’s, her body easing closer, breasts squishing against one another while that big, glistening girlcock bumped and rubbed into the green-haired beauty’s tendril-bound one.

With a frustrated squirm and wiggle, Ysera could only let out a breathless whine – but as much as she hated to admit it, her shadow, this Dark Ysera, was completely correct. She wanted this more and more with each passing moment, and if she weren’t being actively choked, she’d likely be begging to be fucked, so swiftly was her willpower decaying. Fortunately, she didn’t need to beg. Silvery eyes widen as the shadow’s hips angled downward, and the tip of her cock nestled up under Ysera’s smooth balls, then prodded against her asshole, seemingly unconcerned with the slowly-pumping tentacle already buried inside of it. “Mmph! Hhmmph…!” Ysera tried to cry out, but her muffled plea only brought a spark of dark excitement to the shadow’s crimson eyes.

“Oh, what’s that? You want this?” She grinned, leaning down to take one long suck at Ysera’s breast, popping messily off the nipple, then finally pushing forward – gradually stuffing the end of her nice, hard girldick up into Ysera’s ass along the tentacle already inside it, wasting no time in pushing in as deeply as she was able. “Ahnn–! Fuckkk…” she groaned, shivering as she panted her knees on either side of Ysera, easing back before thrusting inside of her. The tentacle could be felt to be squirming in a new way, too; no longer thrusting, but coiling around the nightmare-Ysera’s shaft in a thick spiral, combining their bulk to give the dragon’s anus a proper stretch – even as a third appendage came prodding at the overfilled hole.

Ysera’s eyes rolled back, her back arching, fingers and toes curling and tightening as the second tentacle pushed into her, not coiling around the shadow’s shaft as the first had, but resuming a steady, even, straight thrusting inside of her stuffed asshole.  “Gghkk… haauuuugh…!” Ysera squealed, only to have her stifled moan stolen in another kiss, though this one felt… different. Longer, more intense, more passionate. Ysera’s eyes fluttered open to get a glimpse of that face – indistinguishable from her own, in the gloom – and it began to make sense to her. The mirroring between herself and her copy, the way they reflected off of one another. She could feel what the shadow felt more keenly, even the echo of her own sensations through her double. Even as she was getting fucked, she could feel what it was like, in some alien way, to be the one fucking her. She was both of them, back and forth, through layers and layers of refraction through darkness and light, through dream and nightmare.

Against her better judgment, Ysera found herself kissing back, tongue slipping from her mouth to stroke and caress the identical one in front of her. Eyes half-lidded, she felt the tendrils around her throat and wrists grow loose – not unraveling entirely, but relaxing, as if they felt what she felt, could somehow detect the diminishing threat of resistance. Ysera began to buck forward, back and forth, rocking her backside up against the shadow’s throbbing cock buried so deep inside of her, the two added tentacles offering a truly challenging anal experience that was proving as rewarding as it was intense.

Returning the kiss was the thing that finally silenced the shadow’s idle jeering, tongues interlocked and dancing with one another, in constant ebb and flow with one another like two lovers far more experienced and intimate. The tentacles around Ysera’s wrists finally released completely, allowing her to wrap her arms desperately against her dark counterpart, clinging to her while the shadow’s hands eagerly wandered. They slid down from Ysera’s shoulders, to her breasts, giving both a loving grope and squeeze before wandering downward – one taking firm hold of the dragon’s hip, anchoring her in place for the deep, thorough fucking her ass was receiving, while the other slipped between their matching figures, fingers wrapping gently around the other woman’s cock. As if actively choosing to get out of the way, the tentacle that had been wrapped snugly around Ysera’s penis unraveled and withdrew, letting the shadow slowly, gently stroke that fully-stiffened purple girlcock.

“Mmn…yeah, you’re so hard…” the other her cooed, breaking the kiss but keeping close, still thrusting up into Ysera’s overtaxed backside, gradually gaining speed but keeping things steady for now. “You like getting fucked by your own self? Ruining your own tight little butt with your own fat cock? Mmhnn… y-you do, you like it so much, I can feel you giving in….”

Giving in…? The words seemed to hold greater weight the way she said them, and managed to jar Ysera, however briefly, from her state of increasing compliance. She opened her eyes more fully, and, in the gloom, spotted something amiss – the tips of her fingers, curled around the shadow’s shoulder from behind, had changed color. Gone was their pinkish-purple blush, replaced with a pale gray-blue… the very same color as the flesh of her counterpart, difficult to distinguish against one another. She was being corrupted in a very real, direct way, but the pounding, desperate lust of her counterpart echoing across her own soul was too strong to think through, too vivid to resist. “Nnh…auhh….” All she wanted to do was submit, be fucked, to become one with the dark, but… but she couldn’t… could she…?

Squeezing her eyes shut tight again, Ysera shuddered, focusing on drawing what power she had left into herself, into pushing back against this overwhelming flood of thought and emotion, of palpable corruption. The Dream was her home, something she had control over, something she could use to fight back! She concentrated with everything she had left, even as her body threatened to be overcome with climax, and pushed – and, after a moment, the Dream began to ripple and quiver, began to hum, began to rock back and forth, like a great earthquake was overcoming this hazy grove of twilight and fantasy, threatening to turn everything over and shake everything out. She had power over this place, and she could–

“Bad girl. Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing? Can’t feel you trying to resist what we are, what we must be?” The shadow’s voice – her own voice – echoed in Ysera’s mind. All at once, the quake stopped, dead before it ever had a chance to truly begin, and when her eyes opened once again, the Dream was gone. Silky scarlet clouds spiraled across a black sky, and the whimsical willow fronds that made up the drapes of her bed were now delicate black chains of blackened wood, adorned with little thorns and tiny flowers, violet with a core of toxic neon green. Her hands and feet were bound by tendrils once again, and her counterpart had drawn out and away from her, sitting up on her knees while willing the tentacles binding Ysera to sit her up in similar fashion. “You have no power I do not share, my love. When will you finally understand that to fight me is to only fight yourself? Your struggle failed long before it began… and there’s still some fun left for us to have before the grand finale, wouldn’t you say?”

The dark mirror of Ysera leaned in for another kiss, this one softer and sweeter, more a brief distraction as she crawled into the Dreamer’s lap, her own hard cock trapped between them as she began to lower her backside onto Ysera’s. There was a moment of shifting and squirming before the shadow planted her ass down completely on the smooth crown of the dragon’s rod, easing herself slowly down around it until it finally slipped inside of her, easing in deep as she settled her full, grabbable rear down, arms draping intimately around Ysera’s shoulders in a way that mirrored the way the original had just been clinging to her.

“Unnh… annh–!” Ysera gasped as she felt the other version of herself sink down around her, encompassing her cock in the warm, tight confines of her ass, another sensation that she felt refracted back and forth between the two of them, amplifying and layering its intensity. This was not her only stimuli, of course – even as she relished the sensation of her shadow beginning to anally ride her, she had to contend with the tendrils, still. One pushed down her throat almost before she’d completed her moan, sliding in deeply and confidently, while those present in her asshole remained, joined immediately by a third, then a fourth, much larger one, closer in size to her shadow’s girlcock than the slimmer appendages she’d been penetrated by earlier, filling her ass back to max capacity once more. Their languid rhythm was abandoned, too, in favor of a more rapid and brutal one; the smaller tentacles slid in and out with a swift, shallow pace, while the larger one pounded into her like a piston, with long, deep, sudden thrusts that had Ysera’s toes curling within a matter of seconds.

While more of those tendrils coiled around her thighs and between her tits, they almost amounted to white noise, a blanket of tactile input that had Ysera’s nerves on fire… and strangely, only increased her focus on the shadow. There was the feeling of the writhing jackhammer in her ass, the loss of breath from being throatfucked, and her counterpart rocking her backside up and down on Ysera’s girldick with tortuously slow, rough downward thrusts, overwhelming her with pleasure while somehow teasing her, daring her to cum, to turn her senses in completely to the corruption. The corruption….

That pallid blue color was stretching up from her fingers now, up along her hands and arms, nearly reaching her shoulders, and a cursory glance downward showed the same progression along her legs. She could feel herself changing in other ways, too – could watch her breasts swelling in size to match the shadow’s more luscious curves, feel her cock surge and swell, expanding in length and thickness to more properly fill up her counterpart’s clinging backdoor. It felt, now more than ever, that there was no resisting this transformation, that there was no point in even trying. And why try, when it felt so good? When she was feeling greater pleasure now, buried in her darker self, than she ever had before over millennia as the Dreamer?

“You’re beginning to understand,” the shadow said, licking along the side of her cheek, then nipping at the edge of one long, pointed ear. “You’re finally starting to see the truth. See the truth of me. Of us.” She punctuated – no, not punctuated, percussed– her words with the rhythmic down-drops of her ass, swallowing Ysera’s swelling cock up inside of her needy hole again and again, her creamy insides gripping and quivering around the dragon’s throbbing shaft. As usual, she was right. Ysera was even now relating to the profane attraction between herself and herself, drawing greater arousal than ever in the similarity between them, reflecting that desire from her counterpart as the two became one.

At long last, Ysera began to thrust forward of her own volition, no longer just being ridden, but actively fucking her mirror self. In response, the tentacle in her mouth slid free, allowing her to gasp for breath, then lunge forward to initiate a frenzied kiss of her own, lips locking and tongues coiling around one another as the transition from dream to nightmare completed itself. There was no longer a ‘light’ and ‘dark’ Ysera, but two exactly the same, indistinguishable, indivisible, hungrily making out with one another under a scarlet sky, atop a bed of squirming, thrusting, rutting tentacles.

Their breath intermingled, then synchronized, one breathing out while the other breathed in, deriving everything they needed from one another – until both sharply inhaled at once, time seeming to stand still as they were both wracked by the crash of climax, an explosive orgasm shooting through both Yseras in simultude. One shooting into the other, filling her ass with sticky ropes of spunk, pumping her so full that her seed burbled and dripped free of the satisfied hole. The other unleashed in the open, glazing the both of them in their creamy load, making a slick mess to lubricate them as their sensitive tits rubbed back and forth against one another, tongues still interlocked, massaging across one another.

The dance became a maze, entanglement became chaos, and reflection became singularity. Endless spools of glistening tendrils wrapped and swallowed the pair as they shared their breathless orgasm, encapsulated them, cocooned them, only for Ysera to finally be released, anew, reborn, into the wild, smoky air of the Nightmare, red-eyed, beautiful and mad. One woman, alone. One dragon.

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Hunger doesn’t stay gone forever. It is only sated for a time, and when that time has run its course, the hunger always returns.

Corruption is like a disease, a fungus, overwhelming one host, occupying it, puppeting it in a search for another. It hungers.

Ysera, this new version of her, was the host of that disease now, and the ambassador of that hunger. With her own corruption came the urge to corrupt, to spread that which had made her how she was. The urge was almost mindless – not an active desire for companionship, nor power, but a basic, animal instinct, something she had no control over. The same instinct that might drive one to eat, to drink, to fuck, to continue their legacy, it was now something inherent in her, something that could be neither dispelled nor resisted.

It was that very urge that had set the dragon’s eyes upon the woman closest to her, dearest to her. Her egg-mate, her sister, a sumptuous beauty and queenly ally, her new target. It had to be her. It could have only ever been her. The Life-Binder, the Aspect of the Red Dragonflight.

Alexstrasza.

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