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To Be a King	By : RotSeele Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 11142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Malygos

It fascinated him, the magic working itself upon his body. The Aspect of Magic, Malygos, studied his changed body and tried to figure out what exactly had happened to him. He had been sleeping off a nice kill when the goblins had arrived. He hadn’t thought much of them, no more than a nuisance that would be easy to deal with, so he had lazily lifted his head and blew ice on them. Many were frozen into little statues that tumbled backwards and shattered upon the permafrost, but many more still came. When he saw the chains, Malygos realized that these goblins were serious about capturing him, and so he rose and began to fight with tooth, claw, magic, and his breath weapon. He swallowed many in the fight. It was only now that he realized they had poisoned him. He’d swiped at a group carrying thick chains, missed, and had crashed to the ground. He’d felt them fit a muzzle over his head and that was the last thing he remembered.

He’d woken in this cavern, enough to house his blue-scaled, draconic form twice over. It was bare and dimly lit. Not that it bothered him; he could see just as well in the dark as he could in bright daylight, after all. What really fascinated him was his own body. He’d woken up in his draconic form, which surprised him. Still, he was chained by links twice as thick as his claw and quite strong. He’d tried to break the chains already; whatever they were made of, they were impervious to his strength. He couldn’t use his ice nor could he use his magic. A muzzle was clamped tight around his head, preventing him from doing more than growling. Not that he was doing much of that. His head was turned as much as the chain wrapped around his neck would allow, and he was looking between his rear legs.

He had become a she.

And that fascinated him.

He couldn’t figure out why anyone would want to capture him just to experiment upon him. Certainly there were better ways to torture him than this. He thought back to the day he was captured and realized that the goblins he’d gobbled up had been wearing vials of a strangely colored liquid. He hadn’t thought about its danger at the time, but now that he was seeing the results for himself, he would have been better off just running away.

Well, he told himself, hindsight is fifty fifty.

He turned his head away from his transformed body and peered at the chains binding his legs and wings. The thicker chains were tied around his forelegs, shoulders, neck, and wings, while thinner chains were wrapped around his hind legs and his tail. A little bit of thrashing proved that, though they were thinner, those chains were still just as strong as the ones binding his front half. The chains wouldn’t allow him to travel more than a few inches in either direction, either, giving him barely enough room to shift and stretch.

He froze as a dark familiar scent filled his nose. He shifted his head and looked upon the burning golden-red eyes of Deathwing. Malygos gasped and jerked, causing Deathwing to laugh with a deep rumbling noise, like the very earth he commanded. Trying to recover, Malygos smiled awkwardly, as if he was trying to invite Deathwing to explain the joke so he could really laugh as well.

“You look good like that, Malygosa.” Deathwing said, padding around Malygos’ prone form with long, measured steps.

“It’s Malygos, as you well know, and I suppose I should thank you for the comment. I suppose I should also thank you, since this must be your doing?”

Deathwing grinned, sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light. “Who else would have the resources to capture all four Aspects and hold them indefinitely?”

Malygos fought not to let his surprise show. Deathwing had captured all four of them? Ysera, Nozdormu, and Alexstrasza were here? Impossible! “There’s no way you would be able to do that.”

“Believe what you will. It won’t make any difference.”

“What do you intend to do?”

“I would think, by the state of your current situation, it would be obvious.”

Malygos growled, allowing the sound to issue forth between his teeth. “I don’t believe you.”

“As I said, believe what you will.” Deathwing stopped behind Malygos, out of his field of vision. His claws trailed gently along the blue scales of Malygos’ thighs, tracing little circles down his legs and up to his hips, even along his tail. “Nothing will change the fact that I’ve won.”

Malygos hissed, trying to jerk his body away from the black dragon and failing because of the chains. “You haven’t won anything!”

Deathwing lowered his head and nuzzled Malygos’ thigh with obscene gentleness. He said nothing, only allowed Malygos to feel what he was doing. Malygos growled and hissed and struggled to no avail. He felt everything Deathwing was doing to his changed body, the nuzzles, the gentle licks to his scales, and hated every minute of it. He couldn’t fight. He couldn’t defend himself. And then he felt Deathwing nudge aside his tail and screamed in denial as he felt the black dragon’s tongue touch the softer, changed flesh hidden between his legs. Despite himself, pleasure spiked up his spine and he felt his stomach and abdomen clench, and he felt Deathwing’s rumbling laugh as the black dragon forced his tongue inside the soft, wet flesh that was now there instead of what should have been.

How long Deathwing licked his insides, Malygos didn’t know. He hated every minute of it, and it seemed like forever before Deathwing finally drew his head back and left Malygos’ backside to pad around to his front. Malygos couldn’t help but stare at Deathwing then, seeing the large male’s cock hanging below, erect and hard. He shuddered, hissing. Deathwing just stared at him, smiling widely. Then, the former Aspect turned and vanished into the darkness that dominated the ceiling of the chamber.

Malygos, still reeling from the feelings elicited by Deathwing upon his new body, closed his eyes and keened. It was all he could think of to do in that moment, after being violated like that. When he finally calmed enough to think clearly, he knew that he had to escape Deathwing’s clutches, and he had to do it soon. There was no telling what Deathwing would do to him - or the others, if what Deathwing said was true - if he remained here. The only choice he had to escape the chains binding him was to shift forms and then make an attempt to escape. Malygos believed he could do it. So he closed his eyes and concentrated. His body began to shrink in a slow, controlled way. The chains binding him began to loosen. He did it in stages, careful to keep the chains from rattling too noisily or crashing to the ground completely. At last, he was in his high elven form, carefully laying the chains on the ground and listening for any sign that he was being watched.

He located the door, but it was locked, presumably from the outside. He didn’t want to cause too much noise so he didn’t bother to try to knock it down. There had to be another way out. Deathwing hadn’t entered the chamber by the door, so there had to be another way out. Malygos shuddered at the thought of changing into his altered draconic form, but there was no choice. Without the chains binding him, he would easily be able to fight back should Deathwing attempted to subjugate him again. His flesh rippled and turned to scale, and he shuddered as he remembered what it was like to be helpless under the Destroyer’s weight. He fought down the memory of Deathwing touching him... there... and spread his wings for flight.

He never got the chance to get off the ground.

Deathwing materialized out of the darkness and crashed down upon Malygos with all his weight. The blue’s breath was driven from his lungs and as much as he struggled to regain it, he found it almost impossible with Deathwing pinning him to the floor.

“I had thought about being kind to you, old friend,” Deathwing hissed into Malygos’ ear, “but it seems my efforts would be in vain. I wanted to experiment a little bit with you in ways I hadn’t with the others. It seems I was right to watch you.”

“I don’t want your kindness!” Malygos snapped back, the words weak and barely audible as he tried to breathe and speak at the same time.

“Oh? That’s quite a shame. But if that’s how you feel...”

Malygos lunged upwards and back, the sheer malevolent sound of Deathwing’s words sending a new spike of adrenaline through his altered body. His female form was slightly smaller than Deathwing’s, but he still had all the physical strength he’d possessed before. The move caught Deathwing by surprise and his weight lifted off Malygos for a brief second. It was enough to allow Malgyos to face his enemy and unleash a powerful blast of frigid air upon Deathwing’s nose. The former Aspect roared in pain and rage and retaliated with a blast of molten lava that struck Malygos on the shoulder as he wriggled out from beneath Deathwing. Malygos bellowed with his own pain, then turned and roared a challenge that was answered by his enemy.

The two dragons clashed in that chamber, roaring and biting and clawing, drawing blood and ripping off scales, teeth sinking into vulnerable wings or attempting to gain holds on throats, tails, or legs. Malygos leaped for the darkness that covered the ceiling, knowing that Deathwing’s way in - and his way out - was located up there. Deathwing’s maw snapped shut on his tail and pulled him back down, slamming him hard enough into the stone floor to make the mountain shake. Malygos struggled to get to his feet, lashing his tail back and forth to try and land a devastating blow against Deathwing’s head. He arched his neck as he felt teeth graze the back of his neck, dangerously close to finding a grip just at the base of his skull, and kicked as hard as he could to get Deathwing away from him. The black, however, didn’t retreat. Instead, he grabbed hold of Malygos’ wing with his massive maw and twisted his head.

The sound of bone snapping filled the chamber along with Malygos’ pained roar. Then Deathwing pinned the broken limb to the ground with a giant claw, using the blue Aspect’s pain as a weapon against him. Malygos screamed as he felt Deathwing’s weight press against his backside. He screamed as he felt the bones of his wings grinding to dust under the black dragon’s claw. He screamed as he felt Deathwing’s cock, hard and thick, force its way inside him. He screamed as Deathwing pulled out and thrust back in, tearing his fragile inner flesh and introducing new pain that Malygos had never felt before.

Malygos finally stopped screaming when his body went numb to all sensation. Vicariously, he still felt Deathwing’s weight atop him, the motion of the black dragon’s hips, and friction of Deathwing’s cock inside him, but any feeling of pain was gone. Then, perhaps minutes or hours later, he felt the flood of something hot and stinging fill his body, and Deathwing finally moved off of him.

“I told you,” Deathwing said, a triumphant tone to his words, “that you’d want my kindness. Don’t worry; I’ll be back later.”

Malygos didn’t watch Deathwing leave. He cringed against the idea of a ‘later’. The pain was too much to bear once, let alone twice. But there was twice. And a third time. Any time Malygos defied Deathwing, any time he fought, talked back or said anything that displeased Deathwing, the pain he felt was immeasurable. Deathwing would never be gentle about forcing his way into Malygos’ body, and he would always reiterate his desire to show Malgyos - Malygosa - kindness. She, however, brought the pain on herself always. It was her fault that she was hurting. It was her fault that he had to show her that he meant what he said. Everything that was happening to her was her fault.

Malygosa cringed whenever Deathwing visited her. She was afraid of him, terrified that anything she might do would cause him to punish her. The only way to get him to show any kindness toward her was to obey his every command. Sometimes, though, some part of her still railed against anything Deathwing would do to her or ask her to do, and then the punishment came. Or, worse, he would leave her alone for hours, days, weeks, and tell her that it was her fault he couldn’t pay attention to her because she wasn’t obedient. He would compare her to the others, and say she was the worst of all his consorts because she just wouldn’t behave. She didn’t want to be the worst. But he terrified her, and as much as she wanted to say it, she didn’t, because giving voice to something like that would only cause him to hurt her or ignore her more.

When he visited her this time, Malygosa didn’t cringe when Deathwing approached her. She bowed her head in submissiveness and said nothing as he towered over her. When he gently stroked her healed wing, she fought to stay still and not show any sign of fear. When Deathwing told her to move forward and crouch down, she did so without argument.

“Very good, Malygosa,” Deathwing purred, using a single claw to draw a line down the blue dragon’s spine to her tail and then beneath it. “You are such a good girl. I think I’ll show you some kindness today. Do you have something to say to me for that?”

“Thank you, master, for showing me kindness.” Malygosa whispered, subdued and grateful. She shifted just enough without any prompting, making Deathwing rumble softly with pleased laughter.

Deathwing made sure to keep his movements gentle as he rose up above Malygosa, and made sure to keep them gentle and slow as he slid his cock inside of her. He made sure to keep his pace tender and faux-loving as he rode her, thrusting slow and deep to ensure every hot, wet inch of Malygosa was stroked by his need. She shuddered and clenched him, milking him as he pulled out and pushed in, and when she came - he wasn’t too far after -, Deathwing made sure Malygosa knew it was because he was feeling generous, and because she had been very, very good.
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