The Ignis Mountains, a realm of lava and ash, still pulsed with the echoes of the titanic battle against Zorath. Valzaroth, the Black Emperor of Desires, and Tiamat, the primordial dragon, had united their forces to vanquish the Void entity, forging an alliance sealed by blood and a burning attraction. In a volcanic cavern, lit by pulsating veins of magma, the air vibrated with a new tension.
She, in her human form, was a vision of power: glowing alabaster skin, black hair streaked with iridescent highlights cascading in waves, kaleidoscopic eyes shimmering. Her scale armor, torn, revealed sculptural curves—full breasts, rounded hips, slender legs. Their battle, laced with respect, had ignited a fire neither could ignore.
"You never let go, do you, incubus?" Tiamat said, her voice a chorus of five tones, raspy and provocative. She stepped forward, her shadowed cape trailing on the smoking ground. "Even after a titan, you look at me like prey."
Valzaroth chuckled, his halberd planted in the rock, his arrogant smile intact. "Exactly," he replied, his deep voice vibrating with desire.
She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving. "Bold," she murmured, her claws grazing his chest, drawing a fresh cut, a trickle of blood flowing.
Valzaroth growled, gripping her hips, his lips inches from hers. "I want you." Their kiss was immediate, wild, his teeth biting her lip, the taste of blood mingling. She moaned, her claws raking his back, their bodies pressed in the suffocating heat of the cavern.
Valzaroth pressed her against a volcanic wall, the hot rock against her back, her iridescent hair damp with sweat. He tore away the remnants of her armor, exposing her full breasts, dark nipples hardened, her flat stomach leading to a sex glistening with desire. Naked, his muscular body gleamed, his throbbing member pulsing, his cuts bleeding slightly. "You're a fucking masterpiece," he growled, his hands kneading her breasts, his lips sucking a nipple, drawing a raspy cry.
Tiamat, breathless, wrapped a leg around his waist, her claws digging into his shoulders. "Less talk, incubus," she murmured, her multiple voice vibrating. She grasped his member, stroking it firmly, her agile fingers making him groan.
She knelt, her tongue licking his tip, her lips enveloping him, her kaleidoscopic eyes looking up at him. She took him deeply, her moans vibrating, her iridescent hair spreading across his thighs. Valzaroth, his hands in her hair, thrust gently, his member touching her throat, a wild groan escaping.
He lifted her, turning her, her round buttocks pressed against the wall. He slapped her skin, a resounding sound, her flesh reddening, her raspy cries filling the cavern. He thrust into her in one motion, their hips clapping, her warm sex enveloping him. "Fuck, you're made for me," he growled, his thrusts rapid, his hands gripping her hips, his nails digging in. She arched her back, her breasts bouncing, her claws raking the rock, shards falling.
Her hips swayed, her breasts rebounding, her iridescent hair flying. She leaned in, kissing him, their tongues entwining, her claws tracing lines on his chest. He caressed her buttocks, guiding her rhythm, his groans mingling with her cries. Their orgasm exploded, her screams tearing the air, him releasing inside her, their bodies trembling.
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Exhausted from months of conquests and hunts, Valzaroth decided to retreat, settling in an isolated village on the edge of the Shadowveil Plains. The stone cottages, nestled among verdant hills, offered rare peace.
Valzaroth, dressed in a simple tunic, lived under a false name, seeking to calm his tormented mind. Rumors of his arrival drew Lilithara, his first lover, a succubus whose passion had never waned. She found him in a rustic tavern, seated alone, a tankard in hand.
Lilithara entered, a vision of lust. Her revealing latex dress clung to her curves. "Hiding, my emperor?" she said, her voice smooth, sitting across from him, her thigh brushing his.
Valzaroth, a weary smile on his lips, set down his tankard. "Not hiding," he replied, his voice deep. "Breathing. The world can wait." His scarlet eyes devoured her, an old desire awakening. "But you, Lilith, you never wait, do you?"
She laughed, her fingers brushing his hand, her nails tracing his skin. "Not when it comes to you," she murmured, leaning in, her breasts grazing the table. "You went off to hunt a dragon, and I'm burning." She kissed him, a slow kiss, her lips warm, tasting of wine and desire.
They retired to an upstairs room, a modest space with a wooden bed and worn curtains. The air smelled of hay and wax, a rustic intimacy contrasting with their passion. Lilithara, shedding her dress, revealed a voluptuous figure.
He pressed her against the wall, his hands kneading her breasts, his lips biting her neck, a bruise blooming. "You're still my first," he growled, his fingers sliding into her sex, caressing her, her soft moans filling the room. She wrapped a leg around him, her tail coiling around his arm, her lips capturing his, a feverish kiss.
She knelt, her tongue licking his member, her lips enveloping him, her hands caressing his thighs. She took him slowly, her violet eyes looking up, her moans vibrating. He groaned, his fingers in her silver hair, guiding her, a sensual rhythm. He lifted her, carrying her to the bed, her thighs spread. He plunged between her legs, his tongue exploring her sex, his fingers stimulating her clitoris, her cries rising, her wings quivering.
He thrust into her, his hips swaying, her breasts bouncing, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Take me, Val," she gasped, her nails raking his back, her thighs tightening around his waist. He quickened, his thrusts deep, his groans mingling with her screams. They rolled, Lilithara riding him, her hips dancing, her breasts rebounding, her tail twitching. He caressed her wings, an intimate gesture, his fingers stimulating her nipples, her cries turning wild.