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The weariness in my bones was a deep, resonant hum, a physical echo of the life I had already given tonight. Yet, looking at the hopeful, waiting faces, I knew my work was far from over. My gaze settled on the two dragons who had materialized from thin air. The Changewings. They were a mesmerizing sight, their scales shifting through a hypnotic kaleidoscope of colors that mimicked the moonlit rock and sand around them. They were mates, their minds a single, harmonious chord of shared thought and deep, unwavering affection for one another. They moved as one, approaching me with a fluid, silent grace that was both beautiful and unnerving.
They communicated their desire without a single mental word, their intent a clear, shared image projected into my mind. One of the females, her scales currently a shimmering emerald green, lay down on her back, her pale underbelly exposed to the sky. Her mate, a shifting pattern of sapphire and amethyst, immediately settled on top of her, belly to belly, a perfect mirror image. They lay there, a strange, beautiful sculpture of intertwined bodies, their posteriors aligned, their heads turned to watch me with wide, unblinking eyes.
I understood. They were inseparable, even in this. They wanted to receive the blessing together, as one soul in two bodies. A deep sense of reverence for their bond washed over me. I knelt before them, the sand cool beneath my knees. This required a different kind of focus, a division of my essence that I haven't attempted before.
I started with the one on the bottom, the emerald female. Her entrance was a velvet sheath, warm and slick, her inner muscles clenching around me in a welcoming, desperate embrace. As I began to move, her pleasure pulsed, a raw, primal thrum that resonated deep within me. But it was only one half of the equation. Her mate above her let out a low, crooning sound of longing, her own body shifting restlessly, a silent plea.
After a few moments, I withdrew, the sensation lingering, and shifted my attention to the sapphire female on top. Entering her felt both identical and entirely different. The physical sensation was the same, a glorious, encompassing wetness, but the mind I was connected to was a different facet of the same gem, sharper, more eager, almost ravenous. Her pleasure was a gasp, a delicious tension. I thrust into her a few times, letting her feel the connection she craved, a deep, undeniable need, before an idea, born of pure, divine curiosity, sparked in my mind, hot and bright.
I pulled out, a moan escaping her lips, and re-entered the emerald female below, settling back into a slow, steady rhythm, her body molding onto a now light fiery yellow. The sapphire female above me sighed, a sound of gentle, anticipatory disappointment. « Not yet, » I projected gently, my voice a silken caress in their minds. « We do this together. »
As I moved within the bottom Changewing, I leaned forward. The air around the top female’s posterior was thick with a strange, sharp scent, like citrus and ozone. It felt like smelling right at the source of their acidic properties, a unique biological trait that was both a weapon and an integral part of their being. The mental image they had given me, the feeling they associated with their own intimacy, was one of a pleasant, tingling burn, like the fizz of a potent elixir. I had to know what it was like.
I pressed my face against the sapphire dragon’s hindquarters and flicked my tongue against her entrance.
A jolt of pure, unadulterated shock and pleasure shot through her, so powerful it echoed through her mate below me. Her scales exploded frenetically from a range of yellows, purples, and greens. The taste on my tongue was extraordinary. a sharp, electric tang, like licking a lightning strike. It wasn't painful or corrosive, but it was intensely, overwhelmingly acidic, a flavor so potent it made my entire mouth tingle and my eyes water. It was the taste of their very essence, of their camouflaged skin and their burning spit, and it was utterly intoxicating.
I began to lick her in earnest, my tongue exploring her acidic inner walls, which pulsed and clenched around it. Below me, the fiery yellow female began to buck her hips, her own pleasure magnified by the sensations her mate was experiencing. I was a bridge between them, a conduit connecting two poles of the same ecstatic current. The experience was a dizzying, overwhelming symphony of sensation. I was humping the one below while eating out the one above, lost in a world of alien flavors and shared ecstasy. Their minds had merged completely, a single, screaming chorus of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm my own senses.
I could feel my own peak approaching, the pleasure coiling in my gut, hot and urgent. The acidic tingle on my tongue had spread through my entire body, making my nerves feel like they were on fire in the best possible way. With a grunt, I pulled my mouth away from the sapphire female, slick saliva and acidic secretions trailing from my lips. I focused on the female beneath me, driving into her hard and fast, pushing us all towards the edge.
The moment my orgasm hit, a powerful, shuddering wave, painting her acidic walls with the promise of a new life. I acted on instinct. With a final, deep thrust, I pulled out of the emerald female and, in the same motion, aimed myself at the sapphire female above, emptying the last of my seed over her entrance. It was a single, explosive act, a shared blessing for a shared soul.
They cried out in union, a high-pitched, harmonic shriek of pure bliss that echoed through the cove. Their bodies convulsed, their scales flashing through a thousand different colors in a dazzling, frantic light show. They were a supernova of pleasure, and I was at its epicenter. When their shudders finally subsided, they lay still, their colors settling into a soft, contented swirl of turquoise and gold. Their minds were a sea of calm, a perfect, peaceful silence where before there had been a storm.
I collapsed onto the sand beside them, my body trembling, my mouth still tingling with the ghost of their acidic taste. The energy it had taken to connect with two minds at once was immense, and the weariness was now a heavy, leaden weight.
But the night was not over.
My gaze was drawn to the back of the cove, where the Whispering Death waited, coiled in the darkest corner like a living shadow. It hadn't moved, hadn't made a sound since it had emerged. It just waited, patient and still.
Toothless padded over to me, nudging my shoulder with his head. His concern was a warm blanket around my mind. « Hiccup, you don’t have to do this. Not this one. They’re… unpredictable. » His memory of his encounters with this species, of the terror and the violence, was an old wound in his mind.
« It’s okay, bud, » I reassured him, though my own heart was beating a little faster. « This one is different. It came for help. I can’t turn it away. »
I pushed myself to my feet, my legs feeling unsteady, and walked towards the coiled dragon. It was huge, its spike-covered head larger than Toothless itself, its serpentine body a fortress of razor-sharp spines. As I drew closer, it slowly uncoiled its head, its lip-less mouth and blind, milky eyes an unnerving sight. I reached out a hand, not in a placating gesture, but one of simple greeting, and laid it on its broad, bony head. Its skin was cool and smooth, like polished stone.
"It's your turn now," I said softly.
The reaction was instantaneous and terrifyingly fast. In a blur of motion, the dragon’s tail, thick as my torso, whipped around my legs, pulling them out from under me. I hit the sand with a hard thud, the air knocked from my lungs. Before I could even register what had happened, its body was wrapping around me, a living cage of muscle and spines.
« Hiccup! » Toothless roared, lunging forward, a plasma blast already building in his throat.
"No! Stop! I'm okay!" I yelled, both aloud and in my mind. The flock, which had tensed for battle, froze at my command. The Whispering Death's coils were tight, constricting, but they weren't crushing me. It was a firm, possessive embrace, not an attack. The spines were lowered, relaxed, their sharp edges held carefully away from my skin, a silent promise of pleasure rather than pain.
With half of its incredible length wrapped around my torso and legs, the dragon paused. It shifted its body, and I saw its entrance, a dark, vertical slit located about midway down its serpentine form, being lowered towards me. With a surprising delicacy, it positioned itself, and then slowly, deliberately, impaled itself on my waiting, throbbing erection.
The moment it was fully sheathed, the rest of its body enveloped me. The coils wrapped around my chest and shoulders until I was almost completely cocooned, a living cage. Its great, blind head came to rest on the sand next to my own, its lipless mouth just inches from my ear. I was trapped, completely at its mercy, and a shiver of anticipation ran through me.
Then, it began to move. It didn't writhe or thrust. Instead, its entire body began to undulate, a slow, rhythmic, vertical motion that moved its entrance up and down my length. The sensation was incredible. It was a familiar feeling, reminiscent of Meatlug’s solid, comforting presence, but it was different. It was earthy, as if I were being embraced by the deep, dark soil itself. And it was foggy, a strange, muted pleasure that seemed to seep directly into my bones rather than just stimulating my nerves. It was the feeling of being buried, but in a warm, safe, living cave.
« They fear us, » the dragon’s mental voice whispered in my mind. It was a dry, rasping sound, like stones grinding together in the deep dark. « They see only the teeth, the spines. They do not see the heart that beats beneath the stone. »
« I see it, » I projected back, my eyes closed as I lost myself in the strange, grounding sensation.
« We do not often ask for gifts, Giver, » it continued, its undulations becoming faster, more insistent. « We are a proud line. A lonely line. To be touched… to be blessed… it is a forgotten dream. »
Toothless had crept closer, his body low to the ground, a silent, worried shadow just at the edge of my vision. He watched my face, searching for any sign of pain or distress, ready to tear my captor apart at a moment's notice.
The Whispering Death’s coils tightened around me, the pressure increasing with the speed of its movements. It was an intense, constricting embrace, but still not painful. It was the hug of a creature that did not know its own strength, a desperate, possessive act of intimacy. The earthy, foggy pleasure was building to a fever pitch, a deep, seismic pressure building in my core. A raw, untamed thrill coursed through me, igniting every nerve ending.
« Now, Guedo! » it hissed in my mind.
I came with a guttural cry, my orgasm a deep, shuddering release into the heart of the earth. The dragon’s body went rigid around me, a single, violent tremor shaking its entire length as its own climax took it.
For a long moment, we lay there, intertwined in the darkness. Then, as slowly as they had tightened, the coils loosened. The serpentine body unwrapped itself from me, and I was left blinking up at the moon, my body feeling strangely light and untethered.
The Whispering Death slithered back, its great head bowed in a gesture of profound, silent thanks, before it burrowed back into the sand and vanished, leaving only disturbed ground as evidence of its presence and the lingering scent of our forbidden union.
« Hiccup? Are you alright? » Toothless was there in an instant, nudging me, his mind a frantic buzz of worry as he scanned me for injuries.
I sat up, pushing myself onto trembling arms. "I'm fine, bud," I said, giving his head a reassuring scratch. "I'm okay. Just… tired."
And I was. Utterly, bone-deeply exhausted. Three years I’d been doing this, and you’d think my stamina would have improved. I’d blessed half my flock—Stormfly, Meatlug, and Forgefire—plus the pilgrims. A flock of Terrors, two Changewings, a Scauldron, a Rumblehorn, and a Whispering Death. I was far, far beyond my usual quota. Each blessing felt like it was pulling a thread from the very fabric of my being.
I looked across the cove. The final pilgrims. The three Timberjacks, who had watched the entire proceedings with the quiet, stoic patience of ancient trees. Their bodies were an anatomical impossibility, beings whose only limbs were a pair of vast, blade-sharp wings. They were all that was left. The end was in sight.
I pushed myself to my feet and swayed, the world tilting for a moment. I approached the Timberjack in the middle, a great, ancient-looking specimen with scars crisscrossing its hide. It watched me come, its head tilted, and I could feel its deep, arboreal mind sensing my state.
« You are weary, Giver, » its thought was the sound of creaking branches in a strong wind. « Your light burns low. Allow me to ease your burden. »
Before I could ask what it meant, it answered. « I will take the lead, if you will allow it. »
The offer was a relief so profound it almost buckled my knees. "Yes," I breathed. "Please."
I lay back on the sand, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. The Timberjack moved with a strange, rustling grace, crawling over me on the sharp, bony tips of its wings. It was like being straddled by two enormous, living saws. It carefully positioned itself and then, with a slow, deliberate motion, lowered its body, impaling itself on me. It started to move, a steady, rocking rhythm that required nothing from me. I was a passive participant, a vessel. I just had to lie here and take it. My body was on fire with exhaustion, and my eyes began to creep closed. It would be so easy to just… sleep…
Then it hit me.
It wasn't a thought or a feeling. It was a physical event. A jolt, as if a bolt of lightning had struck the core of my being. A wave of pure, incandescent energy coursed through every vein, every nerve, every cell. It was an electric, energetic trill that snapped my eyes wide open and arched my back off the sand.
The world came rushing back, but it was a different world. Sharper. Louder. I could smell the salt on Toothless’s scales from ten feet away. I could hear the frantic, frightened beat of the Timberjack’s heart inside its chest. The exhaustion wasn't just gone; it had been annihilated, burned away by this terrifying, exhilarating new power. I felt renewed. Too renewed. This energy was a wild, coiling thing inside me, and it needed to be spent.
As if by instinct, my hips, which had been limp and useless moments before, slammed upwards, meeting the Timberjack's rhythm with a raw, desperate force that made the great dragon cry out in surprise. My hands shot up and gripped the lower edges of its wings. I felt the razor-sharp edge slice into the flesh of my palms, a bright, distant sting of pain that only heightened the rush. it didn't matter. The pain was just another sensation in a world that was suddenly overflowing with them.
The Timberjack trembled, caught off guard by my sudden, feral energy. I drove into it, my body moving with a power that wasn't my own, an urgent, insatiable hunger. The light pain in my hands was a focusing point, a sharp note in the symphony of pleasure and power that was consuming me. I could feel my orgasm building, but it was different this time. It wasn't the gentle release of a gift; it was a violent, potent eruption. Larger, longer, more overwhelming than anything I had ever felt, a tidal wave of sensation. With a final, powerful thrust, I pushed the blessing deep inside the dragon, feeling it bloom within, a copious gush.
« So much… » the Timberjack gasped in my mind as I came, its own climax a shuddering, splintering event, a total surrender. « The volume… it is a river… »
It collapsed onto me, its entrance feeling like it had been set on fire with pleasure, my seed dribbling from its opening, a hot, sticky testament to our shared intensity. When I finally withdrew from beneath the trembling dragon, I saw it. The place where my hands had gripped its wings was smudged with dark, viscous liquid. My blood.
Immediately, I looked at my hands. There was nothing. Not a scratch. Not a mark. I clearly remembered the sting, the slicing sensation of its wing cutting into my skin, but my palms were clean and whole. I pressed my fingers into the flesh, feeling for any discomfort. There was none.
My flock was suddenly around me, their minds a frantic buzz of concern. They had seen the blood. « It hurt you! » Forgefire’s thought was a roar of accusation aimed at the dazed Timberjack. « That creature harmed our hiccup! »
"No," I said, my voice sounding strange to my own ears. "It didn't."
An idea crossed my mind. A dangerous, insane idea that felt utterly, completely right. I walked over to the blessed Timberjack, who was struggling to make sense of what had just happened. In the middle of its stammered, mental apologies, I rested my hand on the sharp edge of its wing.
Tension filled the cove. Every dragon held its breath.
« Hiccup, what are you doing?! » Toothless’s panic was a scream in my mind.
"Watch," I told him, my voice calm.
I pressed down, deliberately dragging my palm against the razor edge. The pain was sharp, real, and I watched in detached fascination as a deep, red line appeared on my hand, welling up with blood.
Toothless let out a horrified cry. But I just held my hand up for him, for all of them, to see. And we watched. We watched as the edges of the cut began to knit themselves together. We watched as the blood vanished, reabsorbed into my skin. We watched as, in the space of five seconds, the wound closed completely, leaving behind no scar, no line, no trace that any harm had ever been done.
My body didn't just feel different. It was different.
My flock stared in stunned, horrified silence. I could feel their shock, their fear, their utter confusion. What was happening to me? I didn’t know. Not really. But somewhere deep inside, in the ancient, instinctual part of me that was Guedo, something knew. Something had changed. The rules had been rewritten.
I turned to the two remaining Timberjacks. They were tense, their great bodies rigid with fear and awe at what they had just witnessed. I approached them, no longer a tired boy, but something new. Something else. The wild, potent energy still hummed beneath my skin, begging for release.
"Don't be afraid," I said, my voice resonating with a calm, unnerving power I didn't know I possessed. "It’s your turn now. Prepare for your blessings."