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I can see A mildly amused Dragon dark with anti just draped over his snout starfish hugging him

YES

Dragons are a mix of birds and Reptiles so the problem with Anti getting fucked by Dragon!Dark is more the fact that although it's likely a slim cock, its twice the size of Anti's body and there are two of them

And this is when we embrace that not all sex is penetrative XD

There's also the idea of him being able to go more into a 'dragonborn' sense of a dragon body (like from DnD) and/or Anti being a dragon as well

Like, yes Anti, you can fuck your dragon boyf, but you're going to be living after it XD

#anon #nsft #dragon!dark #danti #dragon!anti #we are thinking too much about dragon fucking XD

A flight in Crimson

Here’s more Dragon!Dark. I decided to finally try and play around with lighting.

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1 Dark and Wilford

The hulking figure of scale and darkness lowered itself to the ground, curling its long limbs underneath it so it could be eye level with the blind beast that had entered its lair. The Host boldly stepped forward to greet his friend, pushing the top of his head up against the end of the dragon’s snout. He murred lowly and rubbed against the smooth scales, pulling back just enough to lick along the bridge of Dark’s nose placatingly. The dragon’s breath was hot and heavy, ruffling his mane with every sharp inhale and exhale.

“Darkiplier is agitated. Something has happened.”

“He escapes me, every night, every waking moment. He escapes me, and he isn’t even trying. ”

The Host made a soft sound of solemn understanding, sitting down heavily as he listened to the pitching aura that writhed and thrashed around his companion. It tugged on his fur, pulled lightly at his mane and his bandages, trying to suck him into the void it came from. The Host went slowly, bumping heads with Dark again, feeling the dragon’s many eyes scrunch up and blink as he swept past his long cheek. He arched his back under the dragon’s chin, wings ruffling as he purred, the sound at a volume usually reserved for only his golems.

Dark calmed, if only marginally, but the Host would take what he could get. Dark’s many limbs stretched and adjusted, allowing him a more comfortable sprawl. The very walls of the deep cave shook with his movement, heavy long body twisting and contorting itself into a shape that was unnatural, but comfortable for the beast. He laid his head at the Host’s paws, huffing lightly as the sphinx’s rough tongue swept over his brow and up his forehead.

“The Host will search his Hindsight again,” the sphinx said between long laps, kneading his paws into the hard rock. “He will continue to search, as Darkiplier will, and one day they will find him.”

“I will not be satisfied until I have him kneeling before me, trembling at my ire,” Dark growled, his lips curling back into a sneer filled with too many rows of sharp teeth. “I will be free, or I will consume him.”

Basilisk!Host, 4

Sorting through the objects in Host’s nest was a monumental task, due to the sheer amount of them. “I’m sure I’ll read all about it in the journal,” I started, “but I’d like your opinion, too: is this nest a normal sort of thing among nagas?” “The Host supposes so, as it’s quite comfortable. Though, he’s never been particularly social, so he probably shouldn’t speak for all nagas…” I nodded, as he picked up the stuffed zebra I had fallen onto this morning. “That one’s a keeper!” I exclaimed.

“The Host sets it on the pillow fort pile, asking King what she thinks of it so far?” I checked over it. “So far, we have three blankets, a few cushions, my pillow, and about eight stuffed animals.” “The Host believes this will be satisfactory for fort construction. He sets up the pillow as the base, then sets up the cushions for walls…” I smiled, climbing up into the fort as Host set the stuffed animals inside. “This is looking pretty cozy!” “The Host nods, suggesting King read her book while he finishes up the fort…” I sat against the stuffed zebra, cracking open the journal to the beginning. “Alright, I’ll be in here if you need me!”

Moments later, he draped two of the blankets over the top, the fabric catching on what appeared to be absolutely nothing to give the top a nice, high ceiling. I frowned, looking up. “I can’t see to read this way…

“The Host peers his head into the fort, telling King to stay put.” He puffed out his cheeks, cupping his hands to his mouth. I sat up, eagerly awaiting what was so important that he had to stop talking. I gasped as he opened his mouth and breathed out a puff of tiny stars, like a handful of fireflies. They floated up into the ceiling of the fort, illuminating it perfectly. “The Host thinks this will be satisfactory.” I reached up and grabbed his hands, grinning excitedly. “That was so cool!”

“The Host chuckles, lifting King up slightly. He knows what frustration can come when a good book gets interrupted. Now-“ He was cut off by a low grumble coming from the entry. “Host, are you home?” The voice was strange, weirdly echoed, as if two voices were speaking instead of one. It definitely didn’t sound like a regular cave echo.

I perked up. “Who-“ “The Host raises his voice, telling his guest that he will be there in a moment. He then lowers his voice again, telling King to stay here, and stay quiet. He will be back as soon as he deals with the guest.” He clenched his jaw again, slithering back out of the room and down the hall. I sat back in my unfinished fort, opting to read while Host talked to whoever was at the door. For all I knew it was a royal guard with a few tricks- if it was someone I would be safe to meet, Host would surely introduce us. I cracked open my book- maybe I could at least figure out what kind of monster they were from context.

“October 13, 2056. I had the sheer luck of stumbling upon King Dark of the Duality Clan. They’re a beautiful beast: a double-headed dragon! They have intense blue-and-red shimmers around them- that’s light being shredded on their scales, if I’m correct.” I doubted that that was what was going on, but it was interesting nonetheless. “Their left head is Celine, and their right is Damien… The two of them together, as Dark, seem to share a hive mind to some degree. Both heads speak in unison, giving their voice a strange echo. They don’t seem to like humans; according to an old legend, a king from a faraway land invited Damien, Celine, and some other guests to a lavish party at his castle…” ~ “The Host slithers into his living area, glaring into the darkest shadow in the room and asking Dark what exactly they think they are doing in the Host’s home?” “I would like your help. It’s come to my attention that a human has run away from the Southern Kingdom’s castle… a human who was betrothed to the prince. If we were able to capture this human, and promise their safe return, we might be able to gain something from the king…” “The Host is unsure where he fits into this, he mutters as he coils his tail around himself.” “Let me borrow your sight. If I can trace the human’s choices, it shouldn’t be hard to locate them.” “The Host’s powers don’t work like that, and Dark knows it-“ “Unless you have an object that belonged to the person you’re looking for; I’m aware. I do believe this ring will do the trick. I found it in the forest, very close to the southern castle. It seems to be a royal engagement ring- a nice treasure for my collection, true, but if it belonged to the royal, it could surely lead you to them.” “If Dark would like to be so intrusive about the royals’ affairs, perhaps they should marry the prince themselves and leave the Host out of it. The suggestion obviously his a nerve with Dark, as their heads suddenly convulse, screaming loudly. The scream echoes down the halls, and the Host wonders if anything outside of the burrow has heard it while Dark regains his composure.” “Why must you be so difficult about this?” “The Host replies that Dark’s plan to ransom the missing royal-“ “I never said that I would ransom them, Host-“ “The Host interrupts Dark’s interruption, pointing out that it was heavily implied. Now, will Dark leave on their own, or will they be forced out?” “I will leave on the condition that you at least attempt to locate the human.” “As Dark holds out the ring to the Host, he begrudgingly accepts, and a vision flashes before his eyes… He sees a long line of rulers having owned this ring. None of them are quite happy, he notes- But he does see the human in question running away from the castle. The human realizes her freedom, and she rips the ring from her finger; her bond with it is severed by the intensity of her intention. As she flings it away, she declares within herself that it belongs to whatever picks it up. As such, the location of it’s owner is in the Host’s burrow- they’re standing directly in front of the Host, and are about to be kicked out.” “You cannot kick your king out, you know. Can you not see anything else of them?” “The Host declares that this answer must be so unsatisfying that Dark is shocked speechless- they find they will no longer be able to open either of their mouths until they leave the Host’s home. They glare at him intensely, as he gives them their new ring back, and congratulates them on their find. Dark takes it, but deep down they understand that they have overstayed their welcome, and so they leave.” “As the Host heads back to his nest room, he wonders why he doesn’t just seal Dark out of his home, then he remembers doing so would be about eight kinds of treason… But would getting kicked out of the Duality Clan really be an effective punishment?As he muses this, he senses King leaping back out of his way...”

“I swear I wasn’t eavesdropping! I just wanted to know what the screaming was!”