WARNING! DEFILEMENT OF CHARACTERS HAPPENS HERE! I WARNED YOU!
Tarkal found the bodies and was pleased that they were both still warm. He pulled them into his near by, makeshift den and made sure no one was anywhere close by before he started a ritual thought to him years ago. If he preformed well he would be granted a Dragon Rite. With determination he began.
It was very awkward at first, nothing happened to make this seem anything like the vision. Simply heaving his body over the fell beast and moving with the same motions was doing nothing to create pleasure... for a while.
Tarkal was determined to gain his promised strength. He kept at it and, after a few minutes, he got the feel for it. If he moved this way just so it sent a jolt up his spine, making his scales prick up. If he pushed just right it gave him pleasant shivers to the bone, heating him up from his belly, making him want more. It did not take long for his pace to increase.
Interestingly enough, just as in the vision, a part of him began to grow and emerge from lower on his body. He followed his instincts, listening closely to his body's demands. There was an opening at the tail end of the female wolf. He shoved himself into it, reveling in the wave of sheer bliss that washed through him as he did. wanting it again and fuller, he pulling out and slammed back in.
As his thrusts grew more wild and his reach seemed to further his claws dug into the still warm and soft flesh of the being below him. Blood seeped out of the wounds he created, his voice growled from deep in his throat as he attempted to plunge ever deeper into the carcass, searching for what it was he needed, what his body screamed for. Whatever awaited him, he wanted it. But the flesh became limp and lax, failing to bring forth the pleasure he needed to reach his completion. He moved to the snort of the beast and opened the mouth that had howled in such agony just moments before. he began to thrust once more, and was pleased when the results were better than the used and loose flesh of her rear hide.
But it wasn't enough, still.
Tarkal was growing angry. His eyes spotted the male. He still had a hide left to use, still tight and warm and just waiting. Tarkal wasted no time in leaping on him. He rammed into the man's lifeless body over and again, forcefully, ripping the skin of his back open and apart with his teeth and claws as he began to grow ever more frenzied. In and out he tore, growling and snarling like some mindless animal.
Finally, a wall of heat and bliss fell over him. His vision went white and his body tensed before falling almost as limp as the corpses he'd just sodomized. He breathed in heavy, ragged breaths and enjoyed the feelings rushing through him still. Power, release, wild energy still humming just beneath the surface.
With a raspy and deep hiss that was more reflex than thought Tarkal spewed flame. Flame that he had searched for his whole life. Hell had been correct in the dream she had sent him. He was becoming a true dragon. And his mixed blood would provide him the leverage it had seemingly denied him for so long.