Life with a man who has only learned to fight and survive his whole life is... interesting.
You see, Dagur is known as The Deranged for a reason, and that reason is his peculiar behavior. Sometimes he is aggressive, sometimes he is caring, sometimes he is cold, and sometimes he is needy. Alrik has learned that Dagur is very broad in his emotional spectrum, but that's okay because he isn't aggressive in the ways of violence around him - More like he wants to ride him again with the same ferocity of the first time.
It's been a month ever since he got together with Dagur, and their lives are simple ones: Fly around, fish, build, fuck, listen to music, hunt for the hunters, save dragons, and come back home to fuck some more!
Like right now.
"You're doin' so good, Gods, don't stop now, baby -" Dagur was grinning at him, his eyes cloudy with lust as his hips raised before falling at full force down on Alrik's big cock, they have been here for about 2 hours now, and Dagur doesn't show even a sign of being satisfied even after many times he cummed on Alrik's cock. "Oh Gods -" This time, Alrik saw red for a split second as Dagur lost the strength of his body for a split second, so he immediately took advantage of that to flip them so he was now thrusting it inside.
[Your soul resonates!]
[Alpha Lvl 5 > Alpha Lvl 6!]
[Alpha Lvl 6:
His body changed, and as he thrusted deeper and deeper inside his addicted lover, he felt something coming- It was slightly painful, but he ignored it as he kept fucking the man beneath him, his legs were now wrapped around his waist. "I'm gonna make sure you can't walk for the next week!" His voice did have a small snarling growl behind it as he fucked harder and harder, each time making sure his cock was pressing against his beloved's prostate to make him see stars! "shit." He whispered when he understood now what the pain was about. As he looked down, he saw another identical penis to the one he already had.
Same size, same girth, same marks.
'Oh, because reptiles have two cocks...' I mean, he certainly isn't complaining about this, and by the look of awe Dagur now had, neither was he. "Ph baby, see what you do to me?" While thrusting one of his cocks in, his hand (Since when did he have claws?) was now holding his second cock, moving up and down to give it a little friction. "You made me lose control..." His teeth elongated a little as he felt them touch his tongue. He grinned sharply as he kept thrusting, faster, faster, until his waist was but a blur as he thrusted. "Fuck, fuck -" Soon all noise he made was smarling growls of pleasure and animalistic glee, at one moment his second cock was pushed by Dagur's hand to his hole, which took him with great effort. The pain of having two cocks fuck him faded away as he felt full, so full, so full with his Match-
Their lives were full, and although Dagur is foreign to such emotions, he now understood what his aunt said about love. It feels like a dragon has clawed your intestines out, and you're bleeding out, but in the best of ways because you're alive and fighting the dragon. Love is thrilling. Love is dangerous. Love is a fight for the other person's internal organs!
Love is so warm on his insides... Oh, and the cum is too.
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After that, Alrik decided to keep his promise. He started to expand the island, thanks to his [Island Magic] skill he was able to increase the size of the island permanently through great effort, every single day since he got the skill, he was adding meters of mass to the island! But today? Today, he was getting Dagur a Skrill, like he promised.
"Yes!" The overly excited Berserker screamed as he threw his arms to the air, a large grin on his face. He threw himself on Alrik's arms, who caught him easily, before saying: "Let's go! If we don't get it, I'm crushing your skull." Knowing that Dagur was being playful, Alrik chuckled as he turned and easily put Dagur on his shoulders, carrying him: "Only if it's between your thighs, my love." He responded flirty, his pupils becoming slits as he grinned widely: "Also, we're going to look for another dragon species... I want to make a peaceful place where dragons can live, so I need to have guards to keep the place safe from huge conflict, internal or otherwise." Alrik clearly remembers Drago Bludvist, the tyrannical son of a bitch that abused a bunch of dragons. 'I do need to save all Bewilderbeasts, in case there's more of them out there.' But his objective now was to get a Tidal Class dragon, a specific one at that.
"We'll find your Skrill, and I'll find me a Submaripper." Hailing from the Tidal Class, the Submaripper has sent many a Viking to a watery grave with its ability to create inescapable whirlpools. This dragon is bulky, brawny, and brutal. It can decimate opponents by drawing them near and attacking with one of its mighty limbs or its Viking-size teeth! Talking about it, the Submaripper has the ability to create a whirlpool by sucking the nearby water into its mouth. It is powerful enough to suck down large ships or dragons that are around the size of Scauldrons and powerful enough to pull dragons that are above the water. They can even reverse said suction and spill out the water they absorbed into their body outwards, shooting debris of ships, bones of digested dragons, and much more.
The method of finding them is to search for bubbles on the surface of the water!
Or, you know, have magic that can be used to feel the water and search for miles and miles away with a single touch of one's finger. "Kamalu, let's go, baby!" Kamalu was his main way of transportation because the dragon not only was clingy (if he left, Kamalu wiuld follow) but he was also fast for a dragon his size, and he also has a lot of endurance too, being able to fly four more than 24 hours without stopping. "Let's go!" His baby (Dagur this time, not Kamalu) jumped high onto Kamalu alongside him, climbing quickly behind him.
Flying was an amazing experience, Dagur tangled upside-down from the dragon's horn while Alrik sat upon Kamalu's head, the dragon himself flying with this open mouth grin, tongue hanging out.
[-Glory take us to Odin's halls]
[Golden glimmer and the sound of singing]
[Asgard's Call!]
[Oh-ho-Oh]
[The echoes of eternity]
[Oh-ho-Oh!]
[Vahalla's Calling Me!]
"That's a good song." Seeing as how Alrik could control if the songs his system plays are automatically translated for all to understand the lyrics regardless of language, Dagur understood what the song was about. "I mean, I've heard songs about warriors going to Valhalla, but this is the first one I've heard that is so... chique?" Letting himself fall, Dagur was caught easily by Alrik's strong arms as he chuckled and pulled him closer until Dagur's back was touching his chest: "I'd call it a good song than most you've heard before, right?" Dagur just inclined his head until he was looking at the clear blue sky, the wind rushing by his wild, unkept hair (even though Alrik has made sure to wash it every time they took a bath together, Dagur's hair always looked like a hurricane passed by!) moving alongside it as he chuckled - Dagur has started to be more... settled.
'All he needed was cock, huh?' Smirking to himself, Alrik just hugged him tighter, feeling this fuzzy feeling on his heart. "Well, let's just keep going- Our destination is getting closer."
They've set sail to the nearest island with a storm since Skrill are electric dragons that love storms! "So..." Alrik rested his head on Dagur's head: "You have a sister?"
"Yeah, Heater... I've been trying to find her again, she ran away, y'know." He paused for a moment: "Also, Hiccup's kinda my young brother? I mean, I'd consider him my younger brother, which is partially the reason I've tried to kill him and his friends multiple times... That was fun." Alrik just hummed along, thinking for a second about his knowledge from the series. However, when he was about to speak, he felt it. "Oh, found one!" A storm, a few miles away! It'd take them about 33 to 35 minutes to get there it they go at full speed. "At all speed Kamalu, I'll give you a boost!" All the wind around them started to pick up, moving to aid Kamalu's wings as he flapped them hard. Each movement of his wings caused the air to ripple by the sheer strength of this massive beast!
Skrill, here they come!
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So, as it turns out, they found Skrills!
The only problem was that there was only a single egg there. The mother? Well, she wasn't there! The egg was absorbing and attracting the electricity. The reason?
[Skrill Egg - Lvl 0
Status Condition: Weak, Dying.
Description: A poor egg that has been left here, believed by its parents to be empty and dead. The egg, however, is absorbing the storm to strengthen itself so it can survive. It can be saved if enough energy is absorbed.]
"Don't worry, baby, you'll have your Skrill." Alrik's eyes glowed pale blue as he channeled his magic, chanting: "Thor's Might." His voice echoed like the thunder, and in a flash, a pale blue lightning bolt hit the egg. Oh, don't worry, Skrill eggs are immune to lightning, so the egg was fine afterward. He did the same three times before the screen showed [Healthy, Stable] on the Status Condition section. "Now... Are you ready to take it home and hatch it?"
That night, he received a very enthusiastic and rough thank you. This time, it was him who got his ass destroyed, and I must say, Dagur was gentle. Gentle and caring, slow and sweet, but once he saw how Alrik got used to it, he went so hard Alrik could swear his spine was breaking.
But hey, it was so good.
Good enough he couldn't walk the next day.