The thing about drake mounts? They are not horses or cranes or simple beasts of burden. No, they are dragons that are every bit as intelligent as the one riding them and capable of some potent mystical feats in their own right. They are not beasts of burden to simply be ordered around and commanded as if their own wills or desires are of no import, and the thing is? They are perfectly capable of expressing themselves via telling you exactly what sort of issue they have with you, or what they happen to be in the mood for. and if you should pick them up something.
Because yes, they have visage forms (most dragons do), but that could just be a quirk of the fact that I was probably a little closer to my pair than usual. And in more that we were a registered adventuring party among the horde. We were an odd collection at times, a blood death knight, a havoc demon hunter and an arcane mage. And said mage, via chronomancy, was the healer of your little group. Which is actually why both me and Isheshre were holding Lorestia between us, teeth nibbling and hands moving as she squirmed and blushed.
"Whose the best heal-slut around?" I nibbled on her neck as she shivered, hand moving down to slip into her folds, joined by a more feminine set of questing digits. A perk of visage forms? While both girls had no issue with fooling around, they made sure that I gained a vial of the sands. Also yes, you would think that saying this, and teasing a black drake would have her eat me. Thing was, as she panted? "That would be you, you are the most adorable heal slut on all of Azeroth!"
She was into that. She liked being pinned down and teased, as lips claimed hers, as the three of us swapped, as we kept her pinned in the boiling, near steaming water. Tongues strove and kept her quiet, as one set of fingers slipped in and another out, as we kept her on the edge, as Ishe took little nibbles of her magic, eating the tendrils of corruption as they bubbled up, as I took control of her blood, teasing and manipulating it inside of her, using it to massage and tease and tickle from the inside out as we painted and cleaned her.
An early twilight dragon who gained demon hunting training when she slipped away from her brood. A black drake who was captured and debased herself to prevent her own death in the frozen north. And a forsaken elf turned death knight. It was not the thing that love stories were made of, as our huntress moved, slipping our dark pets head under water as thighs secured her, a hand pushing me back, a smirk on lips as Lore thrashed under us. What was I to do, but to grab those ankles, spreading her legs before thrusting inside of her?
Her toes curled and back arched, so needless to say that she was enjoying herself, as a long split tongue shoved its way past my lips. One of Ishe's... well, ex's had apparently been a naga and she was just fine copying some aspects of them in her shapeshifting. But it was a gentler thing between us, as I pulsed some of the magic, runes branded onto my dick burning with power and cold, the energy cycling up and into a hungry maw. Besides, as I kept thrusting, Lore actually got off on the contrasts of temperatures... and actively enjoyed being infected with frost fever. Ishe? She loved the tastes of magic, of the runic power, as she moaned into my throat.
All in all, it was just another lazy day off as we relaxed together, having overcome the apocalypse of the year with the legions third invasion.
Not that long after the hot spring fun, we had been getting down to business. Or at least as close as we usually get in our little family, as we mixed some business with pleasure. After all, as I filed those claws, I did enjoy taking care of my girls, and not just because I rode them in more than one way. "So, you looked over the dossiers?"
In many ways, what we were discussing was a major investment and step in the relationship. Something that we had gotten some practice with given Frostfall, but we were not looking at something that involved, as scaled maws leaned down, looking over the lap. "Yes, as it is, given some surveys, that this would be the best place." One of those freshly cared for claws tapped the map, showing some of the area near the thousand needles and dustwallow marsh. "After all, it should be easy to have the artificial hot springs made there."
I took out a brush, dipping it into the polish (that had some ground up fel iron and shadowrubies), gently painting one set of claws, as the other spoke. "And while it is somewhat out of the way, it is close enough to a few civilized locales in case we need to be reached." Which was an important consideration. "And more importantly, the mail and banking networks, for the best of isolated and luxurious."
Now, that was worth a chuckle. "Fair that. A good place to build the estate." Yes, we would be sinking plenty of gold into it... but an actual home, and one that was something like a sprawling estate? Like the old Frostwall garrison? That would be worth it, even if there would not be people manning this one. Private estate and all. Something to consider, as I got the second bottle of polish, this time an arcane crystal and obsidum blend. "Shall we go and check in with Gazlowe tomorrow then?"
After all, always best to check with the women in your unlife, going double if they are also your transport, even as they gave grumbling purrs of agreement, necks smacking me down and in for a cuddle.