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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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Alexstrasza

Alexstrasza, Aspect of Life, knew something was wrong when she had come to the meeting place of the Aspects and found herself alone. She waited for hours for the others to appear, but none of them did. She sought them out in their lairs, but none of their consorts nor anyone else of their flights knew the location of their Aspects or when they would return. It wasn’t unusual for Ysera to spend a majority of her time in the Emerald Dream, nor Nozdormu floating amongst the sea of time, studying the different timeways and ensuring they flowed as they should. Nor was it unusual for Malygos to hole himself up somewhere to work on some project or another that fascinated him. What was unusual was that none of the Aspects had deigned to inform their consorts or flight of their intentions, or where they were going, or how they could be reached.

So Alexstrasza, the Dragon Queen, had searched on her own, checking all of the places that her fellow Aspects might have chosen to stay in. Her search proved fruitless. Yet she couldn’t return to her own flight without ensuring that her friends were safe. So she continued to search, and had discovered something incredibly odd that she believed required her attention. As she flew closer to the ring of mountains, she recognized goblin-made zeppelins puttering around them. Then she realized that they were steadily moving toward her. That didn’t bother her as much as it should have. She was much bigger than the zeppelins, brilliant crimson, armed with tooth, claw, and fire. Even goblins would know better than to pit their flammable creations against her.

At first she thought that they were changing direction to avoid her, but then she realized that they were moving full speed ahead, shifting into attack positions. By the time they reached her, they would be too far apart for her to attack together. She would have to focus on one specifically before the other, and that would leave her at the mercy of the other zeppelin if she wasn’t fast enough. She picked up speed, flapping her wings harder to bring herself abreast of the first zeppelin. Her lungs expanded, taking in air to ignite the flames resting dormant inside her.

She never got the chance to attack.

As if in coordination, the goblins on each zeppelin deck turned massive spearguns her way and fired. Instead of spears or other ballistae, nets fired out and expanded, wrapping around her maw and her wings, tangling her. She had to choose - attack and fall to her death or struggle free of the nets and escape. She chose the latter, but dropped several hundred heart-stopping feet before she finally disentangled her wings from the nets.

Then two other zeppelin that had been hiding in the shadows of the first two roared out of nowhere, bearing a large chainlink net between them. Alexstrasza couldn’t avoid it and collided with it with enough force to make the engines on the two zeppelins groan under the strain. She roared in anger and struggled to free herself from this new obstruction. Suddenly there was a strange buzzing sound, and Alexstrasza screamed in true pain as electricity surged across the net and into her. She caught a glimpse of a massive shadow, then became limp and unresponsive.

She woke in a strange chamber of earth and darkness. She tried to rise, but found herself bound by iron links twice as big as her claw and three times as heavy. They wrapped around her shoulders, neck, forelegs, and wings. There was an iron band around her jaws, preventing her from opening her mouth wider than a few inches. Her tail lashed, creating thunder in the dimly lit chamber, but her tail, like the rest of her, was bound tightly.

“I must say, Alexstrasza,” came the earthy rumble out of the darkness, “that you make the most delectable image.”

“Deathwing.” The Aspect of Life hissed out. She managed to raise her head enough to turn and peer at him. “I should have known.”

He melted out of the darkness, black scales and precious metals glinting in the dim light of the chamber. His golden-red eyes sparked as he regarded her, and her lips lifted to reveal her teeth. She hissed, warning him away. Deathwing made a mock bow in response, continuing to prowl around her. “Normally,” he said, “I would use this moment to gloat. To say something arrogant, inviting your response of ‘you’ll never get away with this’ or ‘someone will stop you’ or some other nonsense. But I’ll just inform you of the absolutes. First, I’ve already gotten away with this. Second, no one is going to stop me. No one knows where you are. No one knows how to reach you. No one is coming for you. Least of all your fellow Aspects.”

“You’re lying.”

Deathwing laughed with all the power of an avalanche. “Am I? Should I show you?” He lifted a claw and snapped his forefinger and thumb together in mockery of a human snapping, and pointed at her. “Ah, no. You haven’t been properly educated yet. You’d set a bad example, especially for Malygosa. The poor girl just got over trembling every time I come near her.”

Alexstrasza stared at him, unable to believe his words. Malygosa? “What have you done to them?” she growled, her voice filling the chamber with power. “What have you done to my sister?! To Nozdormu?! Malygos?!”

He stopped in front of her and bowed his neck until they were staring into each other’s eyes. “The same thing I’m going to do to you, my dear Alexstrasza. Every king needs a queen.” He paused, tilting his head to one side. “All right. Maybe one isn’t enough for me. I like a quartet. Makes things interesting.”

“You’re despicable!”

“Thank you!” He rose above her, reaching out with a claw to caress her snout around the iron band, running the sharp point of his claw lovingly under her chin and around her cheek, up to her horns and behind her head. “Just so you know, I saved you for last. I figured you deserved the honor, seeing as you’re the Dragon Queen and all.”

She jerked her head away from his talon, snarling. “Don’t touch me.”

Deathwing’s lips drew back to reveal sharp teeth. “You’re in no position to be ordering me around, Alexstrasza.”

“Aspect of Life or not, I will kill you.”

“You say the sweetest things. Makes my blood boil.”

Alestrasza’s chains rattled as she lunged toward him, but the chains wouldn’t give more than a few centimeters at best. Deathwing casually placed a claw on the back of her neck and pushed down, pinning her. Her chin hit the floor and her teeth cracked painfully together. A hiss escaped her and she thrashed against him, as futile as it was. Her tail tore chunks of stone off the walls and made giant cracks in the floor, but it still wasn’t enough.

Deathwing laughed. “That’s it. Fight. Make it all the sweeter for me.”

As soon as he lifted his claw off her neck, Alexstrasza gasped out, “Get away from me!”

Deathwing slowly strode around her, his laughter trailing him like a cloak. “As I said, you’re in no position to be ordering me, Your Majesty. Well, She who was formerly known as the Dragon Queen.”

Alexstrasza strained with all her might against the chains binding her but other than being able to lift herself off the floor by precious few inches, the chains held. She didn’t realize until it was too late that Deathwing was allowing her to move because he wanted her to be the orchestrator of her own fate. When Alexstrasza felt his heat against her backside, felt his weight upon her hips, felt the hot, moist air of his breath against the back of her shoulders and neck, an incredible fear came over her such as she had never felt before.

“Don’t.” she begged, unable to change her position now that he was pinning her down with an arm planted firmly across her shoulders where her wings met them. “You don’t want to do this.”

His voice was a whisper against her ear, he was so close to her. “Oh, but I do. You don’t think I would have gone through all this trouble because I didn’t really want to do something, do you? Seems like an awfully big waste of time on my part then.”

Alexstrasza tensed her body and snarled. Her body strained beneath his, fighting the chains and his considerable weight. His response was to sink his teeth into the back of her neck and yank her head back so that she had a good view of what he was about to do to her. His cock was long, thick, erect, and he allowed her to gaze upon it like it was something to be worshipped. She hissed at him, jerking her head in an attempt to yank her neck out of his grip. She felt scales rip free from her skin and the smell of blood filled the air. Her defiance only seemed to incense him more. Deathwing bore down on her with all of his weight, his maw opening wide to clamp down on her neck again, harder this time. Alexstrasza roared in pain, then screamed as she felt his cock force its way inside her.

He tore past her clenching muscles, forcing himself deep inside her. She felt his length slide roughly against her insides until it simply couldn’t go any further, then felt hot friction as he pulled out of her, only to feel the burn of pain as he thrust back deep inside her. Alexstrasza tensed more, which only increased the pain, and only increased his amusement. He released her throat in order to laugh, the chamber echoing with his voice. The claw that wasn’t being used to pin her to the cavern floor gripped tight to her thigh and he lifted her just enough to change the angle of his thrusts. Her eyes squeezed shut as the burning pain was suddenly increased. She could feel each thrust, each withdrawal, as a new stabbing pain that made her sob uncontrollably. Deathwing taunted her with pleasured grunts and laughter, slamming harder and harder into her, showing no sign of slowing or stopping.

His tongue slid along the wounds on her neck, lapping up her blood. He pulsed inside of her, as if her blood was an aphrodisiac to him. Her body was on fire, a singular point of pain and shame and impotent anger, and then she let out a wail as Deathwing thrust deep inside her for the last time, filling her with his seed. It was only then that he pulled out of her, only then that he let her go, dropping her to the cavern floor like she was a toy he was finished playing with. But he wasn’t finished, Alexstrasza, to her horror, discovered.

His tongue snaked its way inside her, lapping at the blood he had drawn. She shuddered as she felt it curling against her soft insides, as it tickled and laved at her labia and clit, and deeper still until she was sure it was as deep as his cock had been. Alexstrasza squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could, clenching her jaw so hard that her teeth ached. It wasn’t fair, she thought. It wasn’t fair that Deathwing could cause her so much pain and then cause her so much pleasure in the same instant from two separate appendages.

It was over almost as soon as it had begun. Deathwing lifted his head away from her and circled around to her front, allowing her to watch him lick his lips. His sinuous tongue darted in and out, licking her blood and other fluids off jet black scales before disappearing into his maw. Her body still quivered from the attention he had given her, still reeled from the pain he had inflicted upon her. She lifted her lips to bare her teeth and snarled at him.

He ‘tsk’ed at her. “Alexstrasza, I don’t want to hurt you. As the first among my consorts, I only wish to make you happy, so that you, in turn, can make me happy. Don’t defy me. I don’t want to have to mar that beautiful body of yours.”

“You may use me,” she ground out, “you may hurt me, but you will never break me!”

Deathwing’s lips drew back from his teeth in a broad smile. “Well then. Let’s see how long you hold out.”

Alexstrasza expected pain when he touched her next, but Deathwing was gentle, even sensuous. He attended her (she hated to admit it) better than any of her own consorts. He found new and creative ways to make her body sing, but when she snarled at him or snapped at him, he gave her a disappointed look and would leave her, aroused and wanting. He would leave her like that for hours, days even, or so she thought. Trapped in the chamber as she was, Alexstrasza had no sense of time. Her days were measured by Deathwing’s visits, by his tests. She was determined to outlast him, no matter what he did to her. She was determined to play his game, to escape the confines of these chains, and then rip his throat out. She considered changing forms to escape the chains, but the ploy was obvious. Her smaller form would be more vulnerable to him, as would she be mid-change or even immediately afterwards. She had to find the patience somewhere within her and endure.

It was harder to do than she expected.

Between the chains and Deathwing’s attention, Alexstrasza was finding her resolve wearing down. He would never let her come, though he had no trouble achieving that for himself. Each time he forced himself inside her, he kept the pace slow and gentle, almost sensual, allowing her to feel his entire length sliding along her passage, the head of his cock massaging that one place deep inside her that chased away any pain she might be feeling and left pleasure in its wake. His seed would flood her insides, the sudden warmth in her belly telling her that he was finished with her for the time being - and she would have to suffer with the unsatisfied burn his cock elicited between her legs. It was becoming unbearable, but she knew the only way she could fix her situation was to give in. Deathwing would never use pain against her now, because pain was a tool she could use to fuel her defiance. Pleasure, though, was much harder to run from. Much harder to deny and ignore.

“What is it, pet?” Deathwing asked the next time he visited her. Alexstrasza looked at him standing so far away from her, his sinuous length emerging from the shadows as if borne from them. “What’s wrong?”

Alexstrasza shuddered at the warmth of his voice. He spoke to her that way only when he was truly concerned about her. She looked at the chains encasing her legs and wings and whimpered. “Please. I can’t stand it anymore. Please take off the chains. Please... I... I can’t...”

Deathwing moved closer to her, each step slow and deliberate. He reached for her head, caressing her snout and pulling the band from her maw. She shivered with pleasure at his generosity. He purposely moved within biting distance, most certainly within burning distance, but Alexstrasza kept her head low to the floor, her eyes downcast in submission. “Do you burn, pet?” Deathwing asked. “Do you ache for me?”

“Yes.” she breathed in response.

“Does my queen wish for her king to reward her for her loyalty?” His talons slid along her scales, hooking beneath the chains binding her and casually snapping them loose. His power made her body shudder and she let out a sigh of admiration. Deathwing smiled. “I can smell you, Alexstrasza. I want to reward you, but I don’t know if you deserve it.”

Free of the chains, Alexstrasza rose slowly to her feet and lifted her head to stare at Deathwing. For a long minute, Deathwing firmly believed that she was about to lunge at his throat, that she had actually faked her submission to him. But then her head dipped and her eyes lowered, and the former Aspect of the Red Flight made a sound akin to crying. “I’m sorry!” she whimpered. “I’m sorry! I’ve displeased you, Master.”

Deathwing relaxed and smiled lazily, confidently. “Not at all, my queen, first among my slaves. As I said, I want to reward you, and you need to prove to me you deserve it.”

Her golden eyes focused on his, uncertain. He continued to smile, though he was ready to kill her if what the voices inside him spoke true. Her head lowered a little further, until she could snake her maw between his legs. Her tongue toyed with his sheath until his cock, heavy and erect, slid out to claim attention for itself. Alexstrasza’s tongue wrapped around his cock, squeezing the hardened flesh and licking wet trails up and down the shaft, over the head, around the cap, and back up again. Deathwing hissed and closed his eyes halfway, rewarding her ministrations with a purr of encouragement. He let her continue to taste his flesh and when she did nothing more - save perhaps an exploratory nibble - he commanded her to move back.

She did so, eager to receive her reward.

Deathwing pushed Alexstrasza down, manipulating her hips until the red dragon was prostrate on the floor with her ass in the air. He pushed aside her tail, revealing her glistening hole. The scent of her need filled his nostrils and he growled appreciatively.

“Please,” Alexstrasza begged, her voice filled with nothing but want and need, “please, Master. I need you inside me. I can’t stand it anymore.”

Deathwing let out deep, rolling laughter as he pressed the head of his cock against her hole and slid into her. Deeper and deeper he pushed inside of her, until he couldn’t anymore. Then he pulled out and shoved forward again. He started the rhythm soft and slow, bringing her up to the edge of completion before he stopped moving. She whimpered and begged, and he started again, harder this time. He snaked his head forward and bit Alexstrasza on the back of the neck, just under her skull. Her body bowed, changing his angle, and eliciting a moan of pure ecstasy from her. Deathwing laughed against the ruby scales of Alexstrasza’s neck and stilled his motions, allowing her to roll and gyrate against him, driving him deeper and deeper into her. Then Alexstrasza’s body seized and she let out a noise that was a cross between an incredibly pleased moan and a roar. Deathwing answered her with a roar of his own, dragging her back onto his cock to shove it as deep as he could inside her before he came, pulsing seed deep into her womb.

When he separated from her, Deathwing stroked Alexstrasza’s spine and purred, feeling ecstasy from not only his coupling with the former Dragon Queen, but from his success in his plan. There was only one thing left to do now, and that would take time to solve.

“Master?”

Deathwing looked down at her, his cruel smile becoming even more cruel. “Don’t worry about anything, pet. Everything will be as it should be very soon.”
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