The Ignis Mountains,
Lava flowed in incandescent streams, and the air vibrated with suffocating heat. The Black Emperor had entered this volcanic domain to once again challenge Tiamat, the primordial dragon, in a friendly duel to test their recent alliance.
His halberd crackled with dark lightning, and his obsidian armor gleamed with sweat, his rapid breath betraying his excitement. Tiamat, in her human form, stood at the edge of a crater, her shadow lance in hand, her cape billowing in the scorching wind. Their relationship, a clash of titans, was marked by mutual respect for their raw power, but a deeper tension, made of admiration and desire, pulsed between them, ready to burst.
Tiamat, a wild smile on her lips, planted her lance in the ground, magma quivering at her touch. "You've come to challenge me again, incubus?" she said, her voice a vibrating chorus of five tones.
"Our alliance is sealed, but I'm no docile partner. If you want to prove you're worthy to fight by my side, you'll have to show me everything you've got. And I warn you, Valzaroth, I don't hold back, not even for you."
Valzaroth, a mischievous glint in his eye, spun his halberd, dark lightning tearing the air. "That's what I'm counting on," he replied, his voice deep, tinged with amusement and respect.
"It's your wildness that keeps me coming back. I don't want a partner who yields—I want a storm that pushes me to be greater. So come, dragon, show me what you hide beneath that effeminate appearance."
He teleported in a flash of black lightning, his blade aiming for her flank.
Tiamat pivoted, her lance parrying with a resounding clang, a wave of flames erupting, charring the air. "Well done!" she roared, laughing, her kaleidoscopic eyes sparkling.
"Emperor! Get ready to crawl!" She summoned an ice storm, freezing the ground, but Valzaroth teleported, his dark lightning striking her lance, sparks flying.
Their fight was both brutal and playful, their strikes precise but ultimately restrained—neither truly wanted to kill the other.
She slashed his armor, blood flowing, while he cut her shoulder, her black blood staining the rock.
An explosion of lightning and poison separated them, hurling them onto opposite rocks, panting, their armor torn.
Valzaroth, wiping blood from his cheek, burst into laughter, a raspy sound. "Fuck, Tiamat, you're insane!" he shouted, his tone mixing admiration and challenge.
"I could fight you for eternity and never get bored."
Tiamat, her cape in tatters, stepped forward, her claws glinting, an enigmatic smile on her lips.
"Want to know what I feel?" she replied, her voice softer, but still vibrating.
Val smiled, "I think we're made for each other."
"I'm a dragon, Valzaroth, born in fire and void, alone for millennia. But you… you make me feel alive, like I could share this eternity without losing myself. So, yes, I feel something," She extended her lance.
He took her hand, their fingers intertwining, a spark of desire passing between them. "I'll earn every moment," he murmured, his voice raspy, his eyes locked on hers.
"You're the only one who can match me and make me want more." He pulled her against him, their lips brushing in a suspended kiss.
They sat on a cooled basalt slab, the smoking crater around them, their armor discarded, their bodies marked by battle. "Incubus," she said, her voice calmer, almost vulnerable, "being a primordial means being a monster to all, even to oneself. But you… you look at me like I'm… a woman. Why?"
Valzaroth, his fingers brushing her arm, replied with sincerity. "Because you are a woman," he said, his voice firm.
"Your power, your rage, your solitude—all of it makes you the woman I want by my side, not just a dragon. I don't fear you, Tiamat, I admire you. And I want to be the one who conquered you." He kissed her, a wild but tender kiss, his hands caressing her cheeks, her raspy moans mingling with the volcano's rumble.
...
A basalt cliff towering over a lava pool, heat pulsing in the air. Valzaroth tore off the remnants of Tiamat's armor, revealing her alabaster skin, her full breasts, her rounded hips marked with scratches.
"You're a fucking volcano," he growled, his hands kneading her breasts, his lips biting her neck, a bruise blooming, his primal roars resonating.
Tiamat, a wild glint in her eyes, pressed him against the cliff, the hot rock against his back. "Incubus, you drive me wild!" she said, her voice a challenge, her claws slicing his chest, blood flowing.
She pressed her sex against his member, their bodies aligned, her lips capturing his in a fierce kiss, her teeth biting his lip. He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist, and thrust into her with a powerful stroke, their roars tearing the air, her warm walls gripping him, her claws raking the rock behind him.
Valzaroth groaned, his hands gripping her hips, his thrusts deep and rhythmic, the cliff trembling under their force. "Fuck, Tiamat, you're made for me," he gasped, his lips sucking a nipple, his fingers digging into her flesh, his vibrant roars mingling with her cries.
She arched her back, her breasts bouncing, her claws scratching his back, black and red blood mingling. "Harder, emperor!" she roared, her eyes spitting flames, her hips clapping against his.
Valzaroth, his hands sliding down her thighs, quickened, his thrusts powerful but controlled, his murmurs of admiration constant.
"You're my dragon," he growled, his lips brushing her ear, his fingers kneading her buttocks, his body pressed against hers. She cried out, her roars turning to growls, her orgasm approaching, her claws shattering basalt shards. "Val… tear me apart!" she gasped, her thighs trembling, her body vibrating.
Their climax exploded, her roars tearing the sky, him releasing inside her, his wild groans mingling with her cries, their bodies glued by sweat, the cliff smoking beneath them. They collapsed against the rock, a satisfied smile on their lips. "Not bad, incubus," she murmured.