Navigate all alone
On this tempestuous sea
To ride with me
To ride with me
Don't you forget about dying
Don't you forget about your friend death
Don't you forget that you will die

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Death Likes Me Rough

Death’s Patience

A solid week passes for the two. Spike recovered his energy within the first two days and for the fourth day until he was fully recovered with healed but scarred scales.
Ember had made it an absolute pain to really let him do any excess work, at the same time scolding him if he complained about eating more meat. If and when she did bring fish, he was content and even split it with her.
The fifth day had him stepping out of the cave and enjoying the fresh, hot air from the desert plains of the Dragon Lands. He stretched his limbs, softly popping cramped bones and aching joints. He was mobile inside but he was too weak to really move out and about. Not to mention that the air inside became stale of coins, cooked meat… and needy dragons.

He still couldn’t coax out ‘Little Spike’ but it did help to know that he had an interest in the physical part of the relationship. In truth, prior to the capture, he and Ember had never have gotten anything more than physical rubbing or grinding on one another. Spike was still a gentledrake, trying to keep himself in check, and Ember was oblivious to his upbringing that it clashed with them both. It left them both in off putting moods.
Today however, he had the chance to really let loose. With the hunt for Chancellor Neighsay and his followers, he was going to be stuck in the Dragon Lands for Faust knows how long. Days, weeks, months… anytime. He had no problem with that, other than he was going to be missing several comics and movies coming out, and since Ember was his lover, he practically had safety and free reign through the lands.
His reputation was noted here, with few dragons hearing of his deeds, but many never cared, nor looked passed it. In truth, his friends here were almost none. He was acquaintances at best with a few and Garble being a sorta of… rivals of the past but doesn't hold a grudge anymore. He in fact took a small liking to Spike just because he was relentless on proving himself to try and be a ‘normal’ dragon, according to Garble, though his sister had some part in that. The teenage dragon also had a key to being Ember’s demolisher if push came to shove with hostiles. She didn’t bring him along when Spike was supposed to arrive because she felt at the time, it was unneeded. She regretted it now and realized more than ever, she needed to have Spike surrounded with her toughest dragons.
Spike was still morally delicate, but he also would be held back by harming anything living. She knew Garble would make fun of him for that, but she also knew that if she tried to get Garble to work on Spike to teach him how to be a better dragon, that it would backfire.

For now, it was her duty to take care of one of the kindest dragons she has ever had to deal with, along with one of the most hard headed ones. It didn’t help that he also got attention, aside from the usual trouble, from other dragons and creatures. And not just that they wanted to kill him either.
Ever since he hit a growth spurt, he was a big target. The first time he ever stepped into the dragon lands, he was regarded as a weak, unassuming hatchling that wouldn’t last long. When he came back years later grown, the teenage dragonesses and dragons that wrote him off all but jumped at the chance to get back into his good gracious. Flirting, teasing, raising tails in submissions and even had some… leavings of theirs on his body. He kindly and politely rejected them which… made it worse when he was still be followed around and being begged to be with them.
He actually tried to play himself off as not being anything special or grand. Again, that did not help his situation as the dragons had almost orgasmic levels of love and attraction for him. He was almost killed just by them fighting over him, as he laid in a dog pile. Ember quickly intervened and finally snapped, triggering her to use her Scepter and demand all the dragons to back off. She then declared that Spike was off limits and was only here for diplomatic missions. After that, he would still get offers from passing dragons… both males and females alike.

For now, his mind was seeking the pride that is the Dragonlands. Desert plains with high plateaus being scorched by the sun and hot winds. The smell of dry earth, with old and new volcanoes releasing out brimstone and ash.
In truth, this is one of the highest qualities of scents he enjoyed. Living the better part of sixteen years with ponies, he had enjoyed over there. The adventures with him, Twilight and Co. lead him to exotic places and even stranger lands. Once his molts kicked in and had him grow to a height passed Twilight and nearly meeting Ember’s own, Spike utilized the fact that he was able to deal with a lot more in life.

His fire breathing was stronger than ever before. His claws could carve his name in solid diamonds with ease. His scales were more durable, having managed to withstand a direct kick from Applejack. He knew that she could kick boulders and trees hard enough to sent them flying.

He went flying, but had no major damage done to his scales or organs, though the wind was knocked out of him. Lastly, his wings had help him in the long run. The ability to fly let him experience freedom and growth he never had before. That is what it truly meant to be a dragon.

As of now, he didn’t nor could he fly. He was still weak and his last few days were hectic. He also didn’t want to have Ember be angry with him if he were to drop out of the sky.

Taking on a walking path, he made his way down from the top of Ember’s cave through a path designed for flightless dragons. He saw as hundreds of dragons filled the skies and lands with their daily lives. Some seemed simple, while others didn’t seem simple enough.

Reaching the bottom, he made his way towards a center arena where he had his encounter with teenage dragons the first time, years ago. The walk helped gain back feeling to his legs, as did moving his arms.

He saw dragons near the top, adults merely laying around lazily and watching the younger ones for entertainment. Though he paid them no mind, they on the other claw seemed very interested in him. He moved passed them, hoping to make it through without much incident, he did however heard their comments as he moved on.

“... Lord Ember’s mate?”

“He is the one that changed her…”

“...The dragon that saved an Empire and the ponies…”

“Gave up the Scepter and gave it to her…”

He moved on with a smirk but not before hearing a bit of the better parts of their passing gossip.

“Is that who my daughter wants?”

“If I were that young again, I would totally hit him up again… nah maybe even now…”

“My son wants him to be his dragon lord…”

Spike blushed and quickly made way towards the center of the area, where the cheers of teenagers were as they held their contests. He tried not to make himself known, as he knew that there might be dragons that will seek him out. Instead, he remained on a high ledge away from the action, but had a great view of the dragons and their activity. He took a seat at the ledge and silently watched as dragons of all kinds tried to fight, wrestle, charge, run, fly or do other various activities to win against one another.

He still felt the eyes of the older dragons looking at him intently, especially since he could still hear their words on him. He ignored them mostly because some of the activity down below got intense. Newcomers, such as whelps already becoming teenagers, where trying to face off against pros or the experienced. He saw that there were also many young that were idolizing some of the older ones. His emerald eyes tried to scan for a particular set of dragons. Last he heard, she returned back home.

“Well, well, well, look has decided to bless us with his presence and grace.” The tone was unmistakable and undeniable. The snarkiness was always there but it was less hostile and even less prideful.

Sighing, he turned slightly to view from his eye to see the tall, imposing figure of Garble. Behind him was his crew of dragons that always hung around him.

“Hey Garble. It's been awhile.” As he knew before, Garble wasn’t aiming to get revenge for the years prior. He did still come off as a bit arrogant and cocky, but his attitude towards Spike was rivals with mutual respects and small likings to one another.

“It sure has been, Little Spike,” This got several chuckles, but to Spike, he shook his head. Despite his height being short of Garble by almost a full head, he still regarded him as little. “So, word around says that you had issues with your pony friends and now sticking around here for awhile?”

Spike nodded, then focused on the roars below as a new winner had just been announced. “Yeah. One of the unicorns we had a run in with years back tried to kill me. He tried to poison me with dragons bane, then acid.” The teenagers flinched at hearing dragons bane. Garble brushed that part off.
“What kind of idiot doesn't know that dragons are immune to acid?”
“He was arrogant in his ways,” Commented Spike, still watching the arena down below. “But then he got serious. He captured me, killed a bunch of ponies and nailed me to the wall. He drove metal pikes into my wrists and my ankles.”
An uncomfortable silence happened between the dragons, all taking pity on the younger drake. Even Garble couldn’t say anything, as he stared at the dragon below him.
“Your scales…” was all he manage to say.
Spike slowly rose from his seat, taking it slow as he rose to his height. His back still turned to them. “I can tell you that he found a way, Garble. He drove them in until I was nailed to a wall.” He rubbed his wrists with each claw, still feeling the phantom pain that coursed through his body. “I guess that was the part where dragon scales were weakest.” Turning around, he looked at the them, seeing guilt or sorrow for him, something he was used to, but hated seeing on other creatures. Garble just looked upset. Despite their mutual and odd relationship, Garble still didn’t like the idea of a pony doing this to another dragon.
“That ain’t right,” he said darkly. “That ain’t right, especially if you are young.” Spike gave him a shrug.
“He was desperate, he wanted revenge. How far does anycreature go for revenge?” This was a small stab at Garble’s past but Spike also meant for it to be a reminder that it lead to nothing good.

Spike then softly chuckled which got him odd looks. “The funny thing is, the one who actually saved me, wasn’t just Ember. It was actually Peewee, my pet phoenix that saved me.” Garble gave him a look between peeved and disbelief, however Spike pushed on. “Yeah, turns out that phoenix have the power to heal wounds, including dragons. I saved him before and now it was his turn to save me. Maybe if you guys stopped destroying phoenix nests, they may end up saving you.” He then paused, looking at Garble. “Is your sister still here?” Garble didn’t respond right away but he gave a small shrug.
“She is doing her own thing.” Spike asked no more. He moved passed them and made his way out. He left a confused set of dragons and one annoyed Garble.

Spike spent the rest of the day aimlessly walking the lands, no real particular heading. He just wanted to gain feeling back into his legs and arms. They may have healed but he was still slow and careful with his movements. He also wanted to see if he could find her. Supposedly she came back not to long ago, to try and teach her own here, though he wasn’t sure if she was successful.
He had searched around, trying to find any traces of her but to his chagrin, he found no area designated for teachings or learning for dragons. He wondered if maybe dragons didn’t want anything to do with pony knowledge or friendship and forced her to abandon it. Though how hard was it to find an orange dragoness among other dragons?

He settled upon a flat boulder where he took his seat and looked over the vast expanse of the dragons lands. More and more dry lands to the north and east of him. West held the ocean and pony lands and south was the dragon lands. He managed to wonder out of their lands and was now just in a part of the lands left unclaimed.

He enjoyed the silence here at least. Nothing but heated winds blew past his ear fins and he reveled in it. Basking in the sun’s hot rays and inhaling the dry desert air that actually made him feeling happy in a long while. He laid upon the boulder with his back against the rock, which was cooked by the sun, no issue for him and he smile as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.

He felt like he could stay like that forever, but all good things come to end. His ears were tickled by the silence that surrounded him, including the wind, which turned chilled. Instantly, his eyes snapped open and he saw Death standing over him. No sun was over her, just a low white light surrounded in blackened void.
“You look quite astonishing when you have your body displayed like that.” She spoke softly.
He sat up and he found himself transported into Death’s Realm and the cold that surrounded him. He grumbled lightly to himself. “I was enjoying myself for the first time in a long while and now… I'm here. I didn’t even feel myself die this time so how am I here?”
“You are not dead,” she answered. “I merely brought you here because I will not be seeing you for some time.”
“Is… that a good thing?” He wasn’t sure. Death did like his company and he liked hers, but it could get unnerving you keeping jumping back to the land of the living and the dead at a constant rate.
She cocked her head slightly before turning away. “I believe that you will enjoy more of your life if you stay away from mine.” She then motioned with her boney claw. “Time is quick or slow, depending on my mood here. But I will feel the indifference of you not being for awhile.”
“Ahh, your gonna miss me.” He teased. But then, he felt something lingering from her. He wasn’t sure if it was possible but Death slummed a little and her voice was low. Lower than usual. It unnerved him more then ever that he was looking at her. Her overall tone was that of a friend not going to see their other friend for a long time. In which case, he realized that she sought companionship and she wouldn't be seeing him for awhile. He moved closer to her, trying to see in her cloak. Her hollowed sockets of her skull remained voided. With his approach however, she formed her disguise as the pale dragoness. Her body had quickly filled over the skeletal features, filling her role as the female. His eyes saw the white, iris-less eyes, did hold sadness, despite her features almost as stoic as a rock. Bringing his claw up to her face, he placed them upon her cheek, where he felt ice cold upon his scales. She leaned in and brushed her scales against him before she warmed her cheeks and gave a soft coo.
“You… are the only I allow in my realm.” She spoke in whisper that still echoed lightly. “Many lives have come and passed, many I have tried to speak or bond with, but they leave just as quickly. To Salvation or Damnation. The very idea of being near me, none have liked the idea of being close. They repulse the idea they have passed or wish to move on with their others.” She then pushed herself against him and just as quickly as he found himself in her realm, Death shifted the scenery to a new place.
Spike found himself on a tall mountain, inside of a palace suite where blue and white flame torches surrounded the interior. Outside, there was a balcony, where the night was shown. Luna’s moon was bright and he saw distant fires and buildings, indicating occupants. It was a reminiscence of ancient times, where temples were lined with gold and jewels. He had fallen backwards onto a bed that was made of the finest silk, the comfort of a cloud and the heat of lava. “Yet you stay with me.” she continued.
“Yeah, well you keep bringing me back.” He stated lightly. She had straddled his waist, cloak covering her body but he could feel her scales and legs on top of him. They were as warm as his.
“But you never beg to return.” She responded, hot air now blowing at him. “You never beg to be released, you never asked to move on and you never ever deny my company.” She then used her white claws to run them across his chest, all of his scars glowing a orange. Each one caused him to hiss slightly in pain but also moan in pleasure as it triggered certain parts of his anatomy. “Many I have tried this with and they would rather move on. Pony, gryphon, cats, dogs, other dragons, and countless other species of intelligence through the history of the cosmos. Yet all of them have denied to be with me, all of them have moved on to stay away from me.” Her head then leaned and hovered over his, he saw her blank white eyes slowly fill in with a beautiful sky blue irises. “You, as a hatchling, came into my realm early and never feared me. That first time you came here and understood the meaning of what it is to die, you didn't show fear. You were more concerned that you left your family, then be afraid of me. That is why I sent you back. When you came back, you were upset that it was your fault and didn’t wish to bother me. I sent you back because it wasn’t your fault, but you showed sympathy for me.
A soft burst of gasps left her, which from what Spike could interpret were sounds of chuckling. He never heard her ever chuckle. Emotions were useless here… unless she allowed them. He forced a smile to himself and found emotions were now easier to show. With that, he actually chuckled with her. “I guess, I felt that you would be annoyed with me, as I keep coming back. Though I always thought you suppressed my emotions.”
“I had done so because I couldn’t replicate them. I have tried and tried with many others but they only showed fear or anger. You have come to my realm so often, I’ve understood your emotions now. I understand loneliness, I understand sadness, I understand frustration…” She paused and leaned forward to touch her snout with his. “The way you care for your friends, your family… your lover.” She brushed her snout with his and he did so back with her. A soft growl filled her throat, once more escalating and demonstrating her use of emotions. “She is so lucky to have you. Your care for her is undeniable.”

“She is something,” commented Spike. “I would do anything for her, even if she is a bit hard headed at times.”
“Something I know of you all to well.” Death answered with mirith. “You put others before yourself, you have sacrificed your personal life on multiple times to help others with theirs. You show compassion and even mercy to your enemies.”
Spike suddenly groaned again as all her constant rubbing had finally allowed him get hard and for his organ to slide from his slit. He was wondering if this was her doing or his own.
Just as his cock had managed to harden half way, Death slowly rubbed her legs on his, where he felt her own slit rubbing ontop of his. He shuttered at feeling her slit rub over his, still reveling in the fact that not only could he feel details on her body but the fact that she was able to be wet as well. Fluids secreted from her and it slowly cascaded over his raging organ.
“H-How are you d-doing this?” he managed ask.

She continued to rub herself over him, feeling her labia rub over his organ. Her cloak prevented it from being seen but their fluids had mashed together and most of it was on Spike’s lower area. “I can do many things in my realm, Spike. I can do many, horrific or wonderful things. But this is the first time I have wanted to do something wonderful for someone.” His organ continued to be taunted by her hips, the rough scales she had placed on her body made his rigid dragonhood so much harder. He was at full mass now and her own labia finally took his inside of hers, where both dragon and the deity of death, sighed in euphoria.
“Never have I experienced this,” she said. She sat up and straddled him on the bed, sinking deep upon his rod and letting the drake fully enter her with no resistance. “I have learned all I can from your memories on how you’ve been pleased, how the ones you love been pleased, and the feeling that can be expressed. I may not know not how to fully project emotions yet, but I hope you will be patient with me.” She rolled her hips and squeezed her walls around his shaft, causing him to groan again.

“This is… your domain,” he struggled to say. “You move time at your own here, so we uggh! ...have all the time?”

“But I want to make sure to do it right! I want to know if I can ever have a someone worth it, even if it's but a brief moment in your time.”
He grabbed at her waste, holding her steady as she began to raise and lower herself onto him.

“So far so good-ugh!!” She squeezed him tightly her walls. “Too tight!” She released him.

“Isn’t that how it goes?” she asked, slowly rising once more.
“Not if you can’t move,” he moaned a bit painfully. “Or if you are being gripped hard.”

She settled for just allowing him to be gripped with enough force to allow him to get pleasure but also free movement. He sighed once she had settled back down. She released her own sigh and looked down at the drake before her.

“Eons without a lover, eons without pleasure…”
He looked back at her eyes.
“That is too long to be alone,” He then began to thrust into her, her body almost weightless. “For someone as beautiful as you.”

“You know what to say…” She gasped, feeling his body exiting and entering. She made the natural secretions that the female body resonates when in arousal, creating a running flow of fluids around his shaft. Despite the cloak, Spike could feel each and every detail of her body.

Being young, he had stamina and energy, no less when the partner on top of him weighed nothing. But the fact breathing was not a contributing factor, something he should have realized right away, he felt like he could do this forever.

Grabbing her waist, holding on even the cloak, he began to build a steady rhythm of thrusting into her, form. It was really hard to say what turned him on the most of this. The fact that he was fucking Death or the fact that he was fucking the perfect body, personified by Death. Either way, it felt wonderful. He would never think that Ember would be any less than her. He loved her with all the passion he could.
Death however was an untouched… deity… whom never had the chance of making love or being loved. Left wanting for eons. That made him mad and filled with purpose. He would make sure that this would be her greatest feeling to date.

He didn’t know how long he was there for, thrusting in and out of Death, making odd, satisfying moans for her. Puffs of cool air leaving her mouth as she bounced up and down his shaft. Spike noticed that she went all out with this form, this scenery and the way she made sure that everything was to his perfection.
Her walls would adjust around him, squeezing or moving around his organ and making him moan in total ecstasy. Her breasts held a certain firm that he could squeeze tightly without fear of hurting her. The echoes of her moans filled the low lit room with her beautiful voice, adding to the flair.

Hours had passed and Spike was no closer to his climax. He knew because that edge has yet to come, but his pre-cum and her juices continued to flow without cease. The bed they laid on was wet beyond belief but they did not care. He knew that she was holding them both back, wanting to enjoy their experiences as long as possible. He had no need for air or energy or anything… he was in perfect harmony of absolute pleasure.

Then… much to his surprise, he felt a gush of fluids immediately leave her body, with a moan that echoed loudly through the walls, in his ears and his whole being. But it was a wonderful wail, one of pure ecstacy, pure bliss, something she had never had before and for once since her existence, felt happy experiencing it… with some creature.

Spike hadn’t felt his orgasam hit him but he felt joy seeing her face, her emotions play out, as she experienced her’s. The way her head shot up, her breasts bounced, her body spasmed and quaked as she climaxed. Her claws squeezing his own as she rode it out, trying to prolong the sheer pleasure of experiencing something reserved normally for mortals. Something SPike felt he would always appreciate for the rest of his life and perhaps… eternity.

Once her high came back down low, she finally met his eyes with his own, seeing a stupid grin on his muzzle but pride and happiness plastered with it.

“So… how was it?”

She slowly laid her body on top of him, the palace around them immuninating her features and the warmth that permeated on her face. She gently brushed her muzzle across his, a soft groan leaving her as she did.

“Eons, eons of watching mortals experience pleasure like no other deities. I watched in jealousy, in envy, as they loved one another, experiencing pleasure through bodies and mind.” Her voice was silk and warm as she talked envious about mortals. “But experiencing it now, for the first time… I knew no other pleasure.” She then licked his cheek with her tongue. “I am more happy now than I have ever been since my existence came to be.” She then sighed. “It does sadden me a bit now, that I must return you back to your world.”

In a blink, their area changed around them and Spike once more found himself in the void, standing alongside Death whom once more adorned her cloak. “You will not be returning here for at least two years.”

Spike blinked. “That’s… good, is it not?”

She nodded. “Enjoy it. When you return, enjoy your life as much as you can. Love her, with all your heart. Spread your life, you care onto others. Send a message to those that dare hurt you, that their time will come, but you shall not fall easily. You will rise above and beyond.” She then leaned in, brushing her head against his. “Make life.” Was her final words.

“I…” He was suddenly jolted awake and found himself back where he was. He shot up from the lying rock he was on and saw that time had not moved without him. He hadn’t lost any in fact. His scales were barely warming up from the sun and the footprints that he left on the ground hadn’t been corroded in any way.
Sighing, he raised himself, expecting some resistance to his body. Instead, pain was absent and tiresome was gone. He found energy where there was none before, he found strength when it was absent and his confidence was all but restored.
He slowly spread his wings, allowing them to stretch, hearing cracks of bones. He inhaled, feeling the warm air fill his lungs and exhaled. He was… healed now. He felt rejuvenated and now, he felt like he could do anything.

There was only one thing to do and that is all he wanted.

Bending his knees, he flapped hard once and shot himself into the skies. He soared fast and hard, enough to make Rainbow Dash proud as he flew high in the sky. He laughed loudly, cheering as the winds blew past his face and over his features. He flexed himself in the air, spreading every inch of his body over before twirling in the sky. He laughed as he felt more energy, more hope than ever before. And with all that, to his task.
“Thank you, Death.” He said out loud. He then pointed himself to the Dragon Lands and made full speed there.

He approached at nearly high speeds, using his draconic vision to find his prize. Almost immediately, he saw her, oversing a wrestling match. “Ember.” He took a dive and took at an angle to reach her.

Ember blinked, something in her eye. From the corner, something was moving towards her. She turned and saw purple and green approaching her at high speeds.
“Spike?” She didn’t have time to question it. For in a moment, he flew at her. She was afraid he might crash do to his weakness, but… she saw no flaw in his flight. He moved with purpose and precision. His eyes were focused on her, his flaps in tune and syncing with his body. His arms ready to reach for her. Something in him changed and she barely had time to see it all.
He did almost a complete stop in front of her, using his wings to airbrake, skidded a few feet and grabbed her in arms by picking her up, almost instantly launching himself hard in the air once more.
Ember was held in his strong arms, the same way she held him almost a week ago. As she was lifted, she saw that there was something vastly different in his eyes. Something she hadn’t seen in a long time from him and that was pure love. His emerald eyes met her own amber ones and she saw love. Lust was the secondary factor but his eyes were focused on her, seeing through them and into her soul.
“I love you,” he said to her. “I love you so much.” His voice was strong. It wasn’t the weak, almost painful voice he had this week. There was an edge to it, strong but still caring. His body posture also showed there was no pain in him. What changed?

She didn’t know, nor did she care. He carried her with purpose and she knew that when they made it back to their home, he was going to show her how much he truly loved her.

Author's Note

One of my favorite songs from Ghost's Prequlle Album, this band has been a lot of inspiration for the darker themes in my stories and I love them to death. I actually seem them everytime in concert(California only) and love what they inspire to me. I can't recommend them enough and ask that you give their music a shot. A lot of it is inspirational and I would love to meet more fans here!
Now, on to the actual story, I apologize for taking so long on this one but my options were limited on how to approach this chapter. After that, it will be easier on me.
Thanks to my editors, there are a few things off here and there, so let me know so I can fix them. Thank you all for your support, expect the next chapter sooner than this one!