The very top of Wyrmrest Keep was one of the highest places in Azeroth. A dome roof was held up by a rim of pillars, their bronze colour and shaped stone less pure than the rest of the titan architecture. During the Hour of Twilight, the final assault of the maddened Black Dragonaspect Deathwing, this roof had been torn down and been cast into the ice below. While the dome could be recovered, the pillars had to be recreated from scratch.
Even years later, the surrounding land still bore the scars of that conflict. Anduin could see the frozen cadavers of eldritch maws and entities all around the fantastic temple to the creators. The icy winds did their best to cover these voidborne devourers with endless snow, but their sheer size wouldn't let that happen.
Those same icy winds parted around the open space. Despite lacking windows or barriers of any kind, the top of Wyrmrest was cosy and safe. Part of this was due to the enchantments and part was due to the sheer volume of dragons assembled on the spacious platform.
All four of the major dragonflights were assembled. Fewest in present numbers were the green, disregarding all clothing and preferring their humanoid forms. The blue were slightly more numerous, drabbed in arcane robes when they took the shape of pale-haired high elves and exuding magical energies from their glistening scales if not. The elusive bronze dragons were present in a large number and generally preferred human forms as well, with clothes being often disregarded. A clear show of the time-watching flight that they had cast their lot with Anduin. Lastly was the red dragonflight, who was predominant in number and usually stuck to their dragon forms - for the moment.
The fifth true dragonflight, the black dragonflight, was not present. There were few survivors to attend, fewer still that were sane enough to be invited. In fact, there was only a single one that went by the name of Wrathion. Anduin personally knew that young dragon from his stay in Pandaria. While Wrathion wasn't in attendance, the other dragon aspects were.
Nozdormu, the Aspect of Time, who Anduin had talked to earlier. Kalecgos, the Aspect of Magic, who wore his current uncertainty plain on his face. Ysera, the Aspect of the Dream, naked and wearing a collar with a golden tag. Lastly, Alexstrasza, approaching as a red dot in the distance.
A gargantuan red dragon, the Aspect of Life announced her return to Wyrmrest with a joyful roar. The scarlet of her scales glowed with nourishing fire, becoming more intense the closer she got. Each beat of her massive wings thundered over the landscape, sending more and more tangible vibrations through the structure. She didn't slow down. Just as it seemed that powerful being would collide with the structure, the glow consumed her shape entirely.
Carried by the remaining momentum, Alexstrasza cut between pillars as a comet of raw energy. Quickly, that energy manifested into a form. The Aspect of Life hit the ground running. She was a streak of red. Red-tinted, tanned skin, a red cape, red hair, red clothes, only the golden ornaments on her horns and skimpy armour interrupted the mono-colour.
"Sister!" she shouted, her caring voice carrying the power of the Dragon Queen.
Ysera hastily stepped forwards, knowing her Master would never be bothered by a breach of her submission in such a situation. The two met each other in the middle of the platform, embracing each tightly with the love of ancient friends and siblings. Albeit not truly connected by blood, they were born in the same nest. "It is good to see you again," Ysera whispered, holding on tightly to the Dragon Queen.
"Good to see me again...?" Alexstrasza chuckled with mild disbelief. "Sister, you were dead! Your return... your miraculous return..." the Red Dragonaspect tried to blink the tears out of her eyes and ultimately closed them when she failed. Small streams flowed gracefully down her face. "...my joy knows no words..."
The two silently kept holding onto each other for a few minutes, simply basking in the knowledge that they were safe now. As this emotion settled and began to subside in importance, the Aspect of Life felt other things rise to the surface. The vitality that radiated from Ysera and her womb was all Alexstrasza needed to confirm her sister's pregnant state.
Thankfulness for her return and curiosity intermingled and Alexstrasza opened her eyes again. The golden orbs soon came to focus on him - the man who had brought Ysera back to her and worked the miracle of restoring the fertility of the green dragons.
Anduin Llane Wrynn exuded a dangerously potent aura. The vitality that had taken hold of Ysera's womb obviously stemmed from him. Shadow and Light swirled inside that mans absurd power in perfect harmony. Rarely before had she met a mortal who she thought could be more powerful than herself and never before had she met one that was draped in such enticing virility. Life teemed in his being, in his soul, and to her eyes, it seemed to break out of the cloth of his fine robe. More of it was concentrated in the wombs of the many women around him, each of them unashamedly naked.
Alexstrasza felt her being start to tingle. From her core outwards, up her spine, all over her arms, and to the roots of her hair, a pleasing series of shivers ran all over her. The Dragon Queen knew the perfect master could do for her, and her flight, what he had done for her sister. She wanted it. She needed it. After a few seconds, she realized she had started to pant and willed her lips to close again. With a gulp, she gathered her calm. Suddenly, she was all the more aware of Ysera's nakedness. The body of her nest-sister had never felt so soft and hot before.
"I think I should introduce you," Ysera whispered into Alexstrasza's ears and the redhead nodded meekly. Their hug finally came undone and the green-haired Dream Slave stepped aside. "Master, this the Life-Binder, Alexstrasza, Queen of Dragons. Sister, this is my Master, Anduin Llane Wrynn, ruler of the Alliance, father of all my future children and my one and truest love." She swooned the final words with the entire depth of her unmitigated appreciation for her man.
Anduin answered it by giving her a loving smile in return, before looking over to Alexstrasza and respectfully bowing his head. The robe, which he only wore to maintain a modicum of respect, hushed softly as he moved. "A pleasure," he said.