And so our story rightfully begins.
Warning! Graphic depiction of acts between two married, consenting adults ahead! You have been warned!
Or possibly intrigued.
***BSL***
"Rise, Guardians."
At the command of their absolute ruler, every assembled denizen of The Citadel stood. Well, except Novus, who started to lift up, and only managed his front half. Even if he had tried, Lurk would not have been able to hide the grin that threatened to rip the corners of his mouth. For a moment he sat, awestruck. His gaze rolled from one to the next. The man, now king, knew them utterly. He knew their every facet. He had been there from the moment they had been conceived as ideas, to code, and now to flesh and blood and steel.
"Thank you all for coming so quickly. My wife and I wanted to see you for ourselves. I'm glad you're all well." His first impulse was to be perfectly honest with them. "Something has happened to our world. A fundamental paradigm has moved. I don't know what that means for us, but we must have the utmost caution." Lurk was not thinking, just acting. It felt like the right thing to say.
"Know thy enemy, and know thyself." Nox accepted the word of his Lord as gospel with all the others nodding at the wisdom.
Lurk had to keep from visibly starting. He had not put that Tzun Tzu in Nox's character information. Had he spoken of it around the Shadowkin when he still only an NPC? How much did they remember? How aware were they back then?
"Our lives are owed to you, Supreme Ones. We carry the blessings you bestowed upon us. Because of that, we shall not fail." The Shadowkin asserted.
Shifting in slight discomfort at the idolatry displayed, the monarch finished quickly.
"Harmony and I have very important matters to discuss about our situation. Be vigilant. Be safe. We must be prepared for anything. Nox, please only disturb us if there's an emergency."
"As you command, High Lord Lurk."
"Teleport to our room." The Ancient Dragon said under his breath to his wife, holding out his claw for her to grab onto. Harmony threaded her digits through his and reached for her magic without thinking. Though their HUDs were gone, desire became reality and they were whisked away in a small flash of light.
In the quiet reverie that followed, Phage was the first to speak the simple truth that held them all enthralled.
"They... They stayed with us."
This one observation encapsulated the secret fear that every one of them had harbored for many years. It was equal parts relief, disbelief, and wonder.
"Aren't they just the coolest!" Wrath was quick to squeal, bouncing on her feet.
"I know right?" Ruin agreed, doing a little spin.
"And Lady Harmony is so pretty." The Commando said wistfully.
"And smart."
"Lord Lurk was so awesome!"
"I bet he thought I was cooler."
"Nu-uh!"
"Yes huh!"
Once again, the twins locked their horns and became a ball of wrestling Deathclaw.
"Was Lady Harmony not the most radiant thing you have ever seen?! She hugged me! If I were to perish this moment, in this spot, it would be with no regrets. Nothing in this life can every measure up to such triumph." Legion pressed an open palm to his chest where his creator had touched him. Though the Living Armor possessed no physical presence within the plate, he could not shirk the feeling within his cuirass. He was completely lost in the recollection. So lost in fact, he did not even notice the sisterly squabble roll by him.
"Nox," Phage approached the Overseer brothers. "You felt it too, didn't you?"
"What did you feel?" Skitharix looked between Phage and Nox. They were both difficult to read.
"A stirring. Something behind my eyes." The Shadowkin explained.
"Like taking a deep breath before plunging into water." Phage the untouchable remarked, taking a sharp intake through her Oni mask.
The Guardians of the fourth, sixth, and brothers of the seventh were quiet for a moment, each contending with different impressions.
"Now that I've had time to reflect on it, there is something different. My Flayers are restless. They tell me the Pylons are nearly frenzied. For good or ill, it is hard to say. We must protect our Lord and Lady. We owe them an unfathomable debt." Skitharix held out an arm, his long knives open in silent adoration to the vacant thrones. "It was beautiful to watch them together. Their unity is truly perfection. How often would we hear of the disharmony that would cause the downfall of others?"
Phage touched the Flesh Keeper's wrist.
"We will protect them. They made us with purpose. With power. We who stand cast in their image cannot fail." Phage said.
Though he could not directly see her face beneath the veil and mask, Skitharix knew she was smiling by the tiny creases under her ghostly eyes. It was a comfort for the Eldritch Construct to touch the beauty second only to his Lady.
Nox nodded to his mute sibling and turned back to the others.
"My brother and I agree. As soon as we hear the word from our Supreme Ones, we shall scout to see what has changed. For now I believe discretion is best. Our movement must not be overt. Our Lord spoke of caution, and we will abide by it. Phage, please post some of your Corsairs at the front gates of The Citadel. They are not to engage, only stay hidden. If anyone or anything approaches, have them contact me immediately." Although he itched to take action, Nox was the shadow of his liege and knew not just Lurk's word, but intent behind the order as well.
"Of course." Phage nodded. Her Plague Elves were best suited to the task. She then looked over at the Living Armor who had yet to move from his spot. "Legion, are you with us, dear?"
As unresponsive third floor Guardian continued staring at the lower-right throne with his gauntlet on his chest. Legion was utterly smitten.
"I know a madman when I see one." Skitharix remarked.
Wrath and Ruin bumped into Novus. The Gravelord yawned languidly and nudged the Deathclaws as a lazy house cat would a ball of yarn. With the most begrudging of efforts, Novus stood once more and turned his ponderous bulk to make his way out of the throne room.
"I bid all my fellow Guardians... Farewell. If anyone needs me, I shall be in my... Second favorite napping spot. It is good we have such a King and Queen. Their strength is as indisputable... As always. Our power... Is theirs. And their power... Is The Citadel's. I am content in this."
Last to come, and first to leave, the Elder summarized his impressions and left to do just as he said he would. The others bid Novus goodbye and continued to hold their counsel.
The twins, still locked in their wrestling match, slammed into Crisis at a decent velocity. The trio were sent sprawling with a crash. Wrath was splayed over the humanoid Guardian's legs while her sister was on his chest, very nearly sitting her not insignificant reptilian rear right on his face. Phage and Skitharix shared a chuckle at their antics.
Dizzy from their extended tumble, the twin sisters moaned and swayed drunkenly.
"Sorry, Crisis." They echoed in unison.
"Alright there, brother?" Nox called.
Crisis raised a hand and gave a thumbs up. The Shade grasped his brother's hand and hauled him to his feet, the twins tumbling off.
"Was it nice to have a face full of Deathclaw p-" Nox's sentence was cut short as the back of his brother's metal gauntlet slapped him in the gut.
"Nox!" Wrath bounced right back and regarded the Guardian overseer like an overgrown puppy.
"Nox!" Not to be outdone by her sister, Ruin crowded up beside her.
"What can we do?" Their voices overlapped again.
"I want you both to lock down Alpha and Omega. If anything bigger than a speck of dust gets in without permission from our Lord or Lady, I want you to shoot it, stab it, set it on fire, blow it up-"
"Then set it on fire again?" Wrath finished his sentence. Nox grabbed one of her horns and tugged it playfully.
"That's absolutely right." When he noticed Ruin pouting at her lack of attention he scratched under her chin until both Deathclaws were wagging their tails happily.
"What shall we do in the meantime?" Inquired Legion, at last regaining himself and joining the discussion.
"Return to your floors. Be ready, as commanded. High Lord Lurk had the right of it. The world has moved. I don't know what this means for us, but we will protect our Supreme Beings. Their counsel is sacred, and their wisdom will guide us. I'm sure they're already planning our next move."
***BSL***
"Holy fucking-"
"I can't even. How-"
"-shit this is amazing. We've got-"
"-is this possible! I know it's incredible-"
"-to figure out what to do."
"-to see them walking!"
"They're so fucking cool."
"This is real!"
"Really really really real!"
"I have a tail!"
"I know! I do too!"
Lurk and Harmony babbled nonsensically at one another for at least twenty straight minutes. Harmony sat on the edge of their ludicrously oversized banister bed holding her tail while Lurk paced furiously back and forth. The guild member's personal room was lit by a few ornate sources. From a fireplace that crackled low, glowing embers cast a cozy warmth that each of them could sense. And a few wall-mounted sconces flickered that suffused the space with pale witch-light.
A molten orange snout poked out from under their bed and sniffed the air. Stopping dead in his tracks, Lurk almost completely lost himself right then and there.
"Hun. Honey. Holy shit. Holy shit, it's Soot. Looklooklook!" Pointing with a claw, his jaw nearly hit the floor.
"What?" Harmony cried out and looked over the edge of the bed. She squealed at the sight of the creature.
About the size of a chubby cat, Soot walked out from under their bed. Catching sight of Lurk, the little dragon rubbed himself against Lurk's shin, nuzzling into his owner. With one claw, he scooped up Soot and held him.
The Gunpowder Dragon had been a drop acquired from a long drawn out quest chain associated with Lurk's Gunpowder Sage job class. In YGGDRASIL, Soot had been a level one pet accessory. Because of their proclivity to... explode, the pet Gunpowder Dragons were all indestructible. The little bundle of doom was considered a joke item. Scorched black scales were covered in tiny adamantite plates and molten lines of glowing magma coursed over the minuscule creature. He would have been just a tiny bit fearsome, if not for the extra belly that gave him more of a rounded appearance.
This final damning evidence clearly meant that Lurk had died and gone to heaven. That was the only way to explain the meeps that poured forth from Soot as Lurk stroked his back and rubbed the top of his head. Harmony reached over and although the pint-sized bundle of scales accepted the attention, he did so with great reluctance.
"Oh my goodness, he's a little shit." She remarked.
"Do you think it's because he was technically equipped to me?" Lurk was most astonished by the feeling of Soot breathing. His little chest expanded and contracted in a way YGGDRASIL wished it could have simulated.
"Could be." Harmony giggled when Soot gave a disgruntled grumble from being held.
Squirming indignantly, Soot wriggled until Lurk put him down. The indestructible little hellion walked over to his tiny bed, nudging the edge of the blanket until his snout was under it and burrowed into the Soot sized pet bed. Clearly, it was nap time as the Gunpowder Dragon gave a heavy sigh and went straight to sleep.
With so much happening, Lurk gazed at his wife and reached out to touch her cheek once again, rubbing one of the little scales along her jaw. The way she smiled back sent his heart into somersaults. Now they had privacy and the Wyrmblood regarded his spouse's body, the urge that had risen in his loins returned. It was a curious, yet familiarly libidinous urge. Harmony noted the flare of his nostrils and the mischief that tugged the corners of his muzzle.
"What?" She asked coyly.
"So... If this is real, like, really real, then you don't suppose we could..." He trailed off.
"Hm?" Harmony cocked her head to one side, thinking of the dozens of possibilities he could be alluding to.
"Do you think these bodies can have sex? Because that would suck if we're just fuckin' barbie dolls down there."
"You've had better pickup lines." She teased.
"True, but was it good enough for you to take off your pants?" He responded.
Standing, the Queen of the citadel gave an exaggerated sigh, then giggled.
"I suppose so."
Lurk distinctly remembered immediately after character creation, Harmony remarking she wanted her avatar to have a 'Slamin' ass'. The general rule of thumb was that anything that was covered by a bikini was off limits for customization. There were small ways around this however. Too much tweaking left the upper body overblown and strangely proportioned, so she did not want freaky-huge boobs. However, thicker thighs meant bigger hips which gave her character the butt she had wanted.
Almost more curious than her husband, Harmony once more used game abilities despite having no HUD. The connection was natural. So many years had ingrained the movements to equip items that it was second nature. With a gesture, all of her armor and most of her clothing vanished. The Scalebound female was left with only her lacy black bra and panties. In the immediate past, it was impossible to even get under the waistband of her underwear and the bra had no clasps.
With her husband practically drooling as he watched, Harmony pulled her top up and her bosom bounced free of its confines. Although not entirely surprised by her breasts because of Lurk's earlier groping letting her know that she did indeed have nipples, it was still nice to take off the bra. Forbidden, naked flesh grew goosebumps upon exposure and the pair were stunned speechless.
Harmony's new body had special piercings. Slim golden rings with a single teardrop ruby that hung on a three small links adorned each pebbled bud. Her womanly peaks were also crimson in hue rather than pink.
The couple had discussed body modification many many times. The Scalebound's elfin ears had many hoops. In real life however, Harmony had never had the guts to go through with something like getting her buds pierced. And she definitely would never have gotten jewelry that was so flashy! Barbells were one thing, but rings with dangling rubies? Not ever.
"Huh, I thought I felt something under your shirt earlier." Lurk mentioned with a weak chortle.
Still unable to find words, Harmony reached up to fondle herself, gauging the consistency of her womanly bust. Unused to the additions, she accidentally tugged one a little when she lifted a ruby to examine it. Crying out, she would have fallen onto her backside if she had not already been seated.
"May I?" Lurk asked, gesturing at her chest.
"Yeah, yeah go ahead." She panted. "Just be gentle. They're uh... A little sensitive."
"I can tell. Wow these puppies are gorgeous." With great care, the Wyrmblood male cupped his wife's breasts. They definitely felt like the real deal. Maybe they had been dumped into a secretly cancelled adults only game. Her talons curled and abdominal muscles clenched as incandescent pleasure began to melt her core.
After a bit of fondling, Lurk moved up to the main attraction. With surgical precision, he slid the tip of a claw through the golden hoop that pierced her left breast and gave it just a little tug. The pebbled buds were already hard enough to pierce mythril, and watching the skin pull taut was enough to make the male acutely aware of the fact that his pants had become immeasurably tight in the crotch. Harmony rubbed her thighs together as it felt like someone had turned on a faucet between her legs.
"Okay, okay, whew. That's a lot." Pushing his eager claws away, the woman moved back on the bed. "Alright, moment of truth time." Harmony gasped, hooking her scaly thumbs into her panties. She pulled the underwear down to her ankles and kicked the garment off to the side. Harmony fell back on the bed, face framed by ivory horns and a halo of bright red hair. Panting while her spouse looked on with baited breath, the Scalebound spread her legs.
A smattering of scales led down her stomach and between her legs. The medley of intimate flesh and scales had a much larger concentration of metallic yellow. Lurk was utterly entranced by Harmony's luscious pussy. The lips of her sex were engorged and puffy. The plump labia seemed ripe for a good hard rut. Being draconic, her peach was hairless and smoother than a newborn Dire Silkworm. Lurk followed his wife up onto their bed, shedding his clothes the old fashioned way and casting them off as he did so.
In response, the woman reached down and used her fearsome claws to spread her flower. It was what she always did before they consummated their love for each other. And it felt right to do it then, exposing herself for the one man she had ever loved. Her inner labia was pure gold with striations of crimson. It was glistening with Harmony's arousal. Her honeypot dripped molten gold. Aureate juices flowed from her shimmering feminine core.
Following her, Lurk crept forward, laying his chest on her thick tail. Hooking his arms around her generous thighs, the draconic male looked up at his wife.
"Darling, may I eat the royal pussy?" He asked, unable to suppress his amusement.
Giggling at the unexpected question, Harmony wiggled her butt and responded.
"You may."
Well and truly unable to hold himself back by weight of sheer amorous delight and curiosity, Lurk used his new forked appendage. Velvet dipped in mango juice played along his long reptilian tongue. An explosion of flavor that almost made him weep in joy. The male buried his snout in his wife's puffy slit, inhaling her heady musk. Even with his human nose, he knew her scents. He knew how her sex smelled normally. He knew her scent after she had cum. Their mingled aroma. He even knew when she was ovulating, much to her embarrassment.
Below the ripe fruity taste and aroma, he knew her. Beneath the frankincense of her draconic sex, was the bouquet of his loving wife. He did not know how in a billion worlds such a coincidence could have occurred, and took it as yet further proof that they had crossed an indelible threshold together.
Knowing just where and how to lick, he got straight to work. Harmony was always glad that she had a husband that was willing to go down on her. She rarely let him though because even though the feeling was heavenly, the woman always felt bad at how much effort it was to make her cum. The obscene sounds that came from his oral ministrations made her cheeks light up, yet the ecstasy was beyond compare. When his long tongue circled her buried nub, teasing the woman's clit from its shy hood, she thought she was going to explode.
Not only was the act itself heightened at the thrill of their new forms, hers was especially receptive. Already near to overflowing, Harmony's chalice sang with delight. Acute new nerves told her brain that she was going to cum fast, hard, and all over her husband's muzzle. Though she tried to warn him, as Lurk's lapping, circling, acrobatic tongue pushed her over the edge, all breath was stolen from the dragoness as she climaxed. Her mouth opened in a silent scream.
The one advantage of his new face, was that when his wife's thighs slammed on either side of him, his snout let him keep breathing. Although he was surprised at how quickly he was able to make her cum, it was with even greater joy. Her roiling hips and clenching legs let him know he was doing a good job, and the juices that gushed forth was his reward. Another thing that shocked in the best way was how literally sweet her pussy was. He had eaten her out on many occasions, and always enjoyed lapping up her nectar, however this was a special treat indeed.
Letting her ride out the high with more gentle tongue play, Lurk waited for Harmony to stop trying to pop his head from his shoulders, rubbing that familiar spot on her thighs as he did so. Her physical strength was prodigious now too.
"That good?" He tormented as she quivered and at last released him.
"Shabagagh. Shut up. Holy mother of dragons." Harmony wiped sweat from her brow as her chest heaved. As her breasts rose and fell, the glittering rubies on her piercings rolled back and forth with the motion.
Crawling up between her spread legs, Lurk's tail found that of his wife and quickly constricted around the fifth appendage. Planting his claws on either side of his lover, Lurk gazed down at her with wanton lust.
"If you... Ask to... 'Fuck the royal pussy'... I'm going to hurt you." She threatened.
"Yes, my darling dearest dripping wet dragoness."
"Hm," She said, mildly appeased. "I suppose it would be nice to give my big handsome man some dragoness pussy."
Sitting up to grasp his cock and better guide it to Harmony's entrance, Lurk could not help but run his tongue along his teeth in anticipation. Looking down, he watched the triangular head of his cock brush between the lips of his woman's sex. Based on what he felt and saw, she was going to enjoy this quite a bit too. Moaning openly, Harmony threw her arms around his neck and encouraged him to continue with a push of her hips.
"What am I to do? My wife has become lost in this lewd body that loves dragon cock."
Just as she was about to respond, Lurk put some real body weight behind a thrust, eliciting a throaty moan from his partner. Just from sinking himself a little ways into her, the female's stubborn depths seemed to cry out to the Dragon Incarnate to rut her senseless.
Even though his member was almost monstrously huge, Harmony's Scarlet Drake racials made her quite durable. The Drakes were famed for being females that could only be conquered by the strongest, most virile males. At least in the flavor text of the job class it said that. Although proportionately large, his manhood fit perfectly inside his wife. Her pussy was built to both provide the most sumptuous of cushions with its buxom petals, and be able to take a hard pounding.
Even with the entirety of her tunnel saturated after Lurk had made her cum, he still needed to pull back several times to work her open. Soon he bottomed out within her, his length and girth wrapped from root to tip in plush gold satin.
"Oh god, you're definitely just as big as you were. Does your cock have ridges now? Fuck that feels good. Don't stop. Just fuck me 'till you cum. I wanna feel it. Please?" She knew that begging got him off, and she knew she had hit right on the money. A snarl of determination rumbled from Lurk's chest as his crotch came flush with hers. The enhanced body heat of her cunny was almost too much just on its own.
Harmony felt the head of her husband's cock twitch and pulse against the smooth muscle of her cervix. Just as before, the sensation was familiar. Although both were larger in their avatar's, they had maintained the same proportions as the old world. Despite sexual anatomy obviously being off limits to YGGDRASIL, their bodies fit together just like they had when they were human. He was cozied up to that same spot he always did when they had sex. Her tunnel was stretched by his length. There was always that extra inch or two that nudged the fall wall of her insides, nestling the head right up to the entrance of her womb.
When he pulled back, Harmony's lower lips clinging to his textured length he lost what little control he had. Although their mating was in different bodies, he knew it was her. Just like her scent, he could recognize his wife just from the way she moved in response to him filling her cute scaly cunny. The way she reciprocated his thrusts when he hit a good spot inside her told him all he needed to know. They had been together for so many years, had made love in so many ways, that all it took was a touch to let her know to raise her legs.
Their intimacy was a consummately unspoken bond. It was there when they had made love on beaches. In dressing rooms. Under covers on a cold winter day. In the morning. Before bed. In every touch and whispered promise of eternity. How she moved and moaned and whispered his name was a fundamental truth of his universe.
Even as his weight bore down on her muscular tail, Lurks own squeezing it rhythmically with his thrusts, Harmony lifted her ankles for him to grab. With the tilt of her pelvis, the Wyrmblood male got a better angle and thrust more of himself in an out of her with every back and forth motion of his hips. The woman moaned openly, letting out little squeaks when his pronounced ridged caught her entrance and tugged at the delicate nerves.
If Lurk had wanted to, he could not have stopped if he had tried. She was almost virgin tight. He was only able to sustain his pace of vigorous mating for a few minutes. Just as Harmony had reached her high quickly, the Wyrmblood lost himself to the slick velvet vice nursing his length.
Her thick, plush petals were crushed into his groin as he mashed his hips into hers for all he was worth as his own orgasm erupted from him. A tidal wave of pleasure overtook the male. Driving himself down with thrusts that rocked her with their force, Lurk flooded her suckling depths with his seed. As a baptism of their union in their new forms, he gave her the mating press of a lifetime. Even though he could not kiss very well with his muzzle, that did not stop him from pressing it against her full lips. She moaned, tasting herself on his tongue.
A few quivering bucks made Harmony's core flutter, feeling the hot rush of cum spill into her sacred depths. Nestled in his wife, Lurk did not pull back until every drop of his essence was firmly fucked into her. Sometimes the need to claim her pulsed through his blood with each ardent beat of his heart. This was one of the many, many ways he displayed his affection. Tightly grasping the sheets underneath them, Lurk pushed until his wife's poor hole was stretched into a lewd O.
Panting after the exertion, they both stayed exactly as they were as Harmony's insides were painted white with a potent load of cum. Cooing in delight and contentment, the female's lower half told her that she was nice and full. Lurk released her ankles and sat back on her tail, ever so slowly dragging his softening manhood from her sex. She groaned as even not fully hard, the ridges of Lurk's very exotic cock pulled wonderfully on her delicates.
Bloated with seed, Harmony's unplugged pussy began leaking down the base of her tail right onto their sheets. Neither cared in the slightest that both of their nethers were an absolute mess and that the room now smelled of raw sex.
"Do you love me, my Harmony?" He slurred, having fallen loosely to the side to lay with his wife.
"Always, dearheart." The woman answered, her belly nice and full.
And just like in their original world, Harmony's sex was so sumptuously tight, that Lurk got comfortable on their bed and fell straight to sleep. Giggling knowingly, his wife curled against his side and shortly followed. Both drifted off, content. Even if everything else changed, their love did not. Even if their constituent atoms were blown across the cosmos, Lurk and Harmony would find each other because of one simple truth.
They knew one another. No matter what form they took.
***BSL***
"Hey, boss! There always been a giant door 'ere?"
