Fantasy RP I'm not sure that's what the prophecy meant... (FaeWhisperer)

She narrowed her eyes when she saw the blush, before blinking in mild surprise when he conjured the clothes onto her body. She could feel the way it hugged her form, and a flush crossed her face when he leant closer to her, the ropes digging in under her breasts and pushing them up whilst he lifted her to her feet, before she narrowed her eyes "You already know I can't! That is why you stripped me, isn't it?" She huffed, glaring at her captor again, now knowing her state of dress was entirely his decision... And when they were this close, his blood would be screaming at him to stop being so... passive, and put the dragoness in her place. After all, who was she to insult and fight him?
 
Malik could feel that burning itch underneath his skin, giving a soft grimace at the pain he felt- but mostly ignored it. Sure…when he was thinking about when it was last he shared the comforts of a woman…he— meant fictional, of course-

It was painfully obvious that he was a virgin.

As he walked her over to where his horse was- thankfully he was alright from when she had transformed— he paused and looked to her. “Right.. well, I’m not too entirely convinced you can’t change without those clothes so,” he hoisted her up and over the saddle, this time laying over it rather than sitting on it.

Elves, well the ones he knew about only took one life partner- and never another. So although this woman in front of him was very attractive- he— he— he didn’t want to soil himself and make a mistake, he was reserving himself actually, for a childhood friend of his.

Although it was becoming increasingly difficult to fight that urge he was feeling, although he himself didn’t know where that urge was stemming from in this moment.
 
She wriggled a little as he lifted her up and over the back of his horse, struggling to try and get off the animal before he swung himself up and sat infront of her, his back pressed against her as that same urge would continue to build inside of him, every wriggle and squirm she made only intensifying the desire to make her stop... Even if that meant 'soiling' himself by losing his virginity... That same desire would start to convince him that well... he was the king, why couldn't he take multiple women?
 
(He’s the prince XD)

Even as these thoughts graced his mind, he still fought them back, regardless. He readied his horse and began to come back to the kingdom, the journey would just be over a few hours.

Malik upon approaching the kingdom, heard the great commotion upon his arrival. He wondered if his father was waiting for him, or if they expected him to return at all.
 
(I mean, he'll become the king later...)

The crowd that met him was overjoyed at his appearance, even as a number of them started to point at Malingosa, a murmur rising across them as he would eventually reach his Father, who embraced him immediately, holding him tightly “My Boy! You survived!” Then he looked at Malingosa and frowned in confusion, until realisation set in “Is this… you captured it and made it Elven?!” He asked, shock in his eyes as he staggered backwards "You were supposed to kill it!"

(This is when he convinces his father they can use her to breed more Dragons to train into mounts for war or something)
 
Malik gave a soft wince from what his father said, before he looked to the woman who was still bound. “We can use her, father-“ he began, thinking quick. “We can use her to breed more dragons, we could train those into our mounts for war,” he explained, but that would also mean the castle doctors would take her and experiment with her.. he hated that notion and wanted to do something, knowing that if he did let her go and be free, she surely would cause more havoc on his kingdom than he wanted to. “But I will be her ward,” he explained further, so that no unnecessary harm would come to Malingosa, but perhaps his father wouldn’t want that..
 
His Father paused as he explained his plan, to use the Dragoness to breed mounts of war "Oh? And how exactly do you plan on breeding with her? Do you have a male dragon somewhere that I don't know of?" He asked, before moving forward to grip one of her Horns, using it to pull her head up so he could look her in the eye "Or perhaps you want to spoil yourself? To give up your purity so you might fuck this... thing." He dropped her and turned away "If you are serious about your plan, take her to the castle doctors to be examined, and have her properly bound to this form. If they say she can be used to breed more Dragons, then we will talk of this again, my son." Malingosa, for her part, had remained silent, clearly fuming at the idea, but also knowing if she spoke up and sassed this king, she would likely be put to death immediately.
 
Malik had been kneeling in front of his father with his head casted down as he explained his plan, and when he heard about him using up his purity, he shook his head and looked up towards the king, and gave a look of displeasure, “No father, not me.. but a female dragon in heat can attract males from long distances,” he mentioned, and they would use that clearing that he was at before.. he thought, and then hearing what his father commanded him to do, he bowed his head once again. “Of course, Father-“ he agreed, standing and going over to pick Malingosa up with his hand, his hand wrapped around her arm.

It wasn’t long before he took her to the palace doctors, and he let them take hold of her to give her a proper examination. He had to ignore their methods, less they figure out that he was dragon sympathizer.

As he watched, his head began to ache, and so did his jaw. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he knew he wanted to retire to his bedchambers soon.
 
The King frowned at Malik's words, shaking his head "I forgot you learned so much about them... Take her then. We'll plan for the second dragon later..."

Malingosa did not lie still on the doctors tables, even as the men surrounding her took notes and made sketches, with one sighing as she shifted and obscured the section of her scales he was drawing "Prince, could you hold her down please?" He asked "Just for a moment, so we can secure her more firmly to the table. This is a historic moment, and we need all the information we can get whilst she is like this." Even as another man was stood nearby, eyes closed and muttering under his breath. This one was the palace sorcerer, and from what had been said, he was using his magic to lock her like that, without Malik's golden bindings. Meanwhile, that ache only got worse, even as an odd scent began to creep up his nose. It was... hard to define, hard to give a name, but it sparked a hot desire under his skin, all focused on her naked form, lying on the metal table.
 
(Oooh im gonna have him fight the urge lol)

Malik observed the best he could, up until the point of the request and he complied, going over to keep her still- his surprisingly strong arms keeping her in this position so the doctors could secure her properly. And once she was tied down — that ache he was feeling was getting worse— but the ache lied in a different region now, and he took a step back, glancing over her naked form.

‘Shit’ Malik thought to himself, his urges screaming at him- but— he— couldn’t do that, especially when he knew he had been saving himself for one particular person.. he looked to the sorcerer, “When you’re done with her, bring her back to my chambers so I can keep an eye on her,” he ordered, and pried himself away from the invisible hold this….creature— had on him.

Once in his room, he took in a sharp breath, and closed the door, only to find his father there waiting for him.

“Father?” He asked, knowing there would only be a few reasons why his father would be there in his chambers. Malik remembered how it used to be when he was younger— whenever he never fulfilled a task properly and as his father stated ‘brought shame to the Royal name’… he would receive a beating. Obviously behind closed doors, and unbeknownst to his kind mother.

The aching he had felt suddenly turned into fear.
 
His father met his gaze as he walked into the room, before raising his hand and striking him across the jaw, the frail elder's rings doing most of the damage as he did so "You pathetic wretch. You only brought that Lizard here because you were thinking with that head!" He pointed with his cane at Malik's still partially stiff length "And don't pretend it's any other reason. If it were, it wouldn't have been next to naked, thrown over the back of your horse!" Another strike came down "Now the damned mages have it, and they all want to study it for their research, and all the citizens heard your proclamation about breeding dragons for war. It's all the talk my Spymaster can find out about, that they want to become the first 'Dragon Riders'. You idiot worm, I wish your sister had survived the Orc raid. She would've killed the damned lizard dead." With one last blow, he moved away, whilst inside Malik... Rage would begin to bubble and boil inside of him, rage that he was resisting his urges, rage that he had been struck by the frail old elf infront of him, but most of all, Rage that his Sister had been brought up over this, the same sister he had loved so much.
 
Malik allowed his frail father hit him, knowing it was the least he could do, to let his father think he still had some power over him—- but truth be told, he was still afraid- like he had been when he was a child, survived multiple lashings and beatings..

Hearing his father speak about his late sister- more rage boiled over into his blood, more so than he had realized. And that’s when the aching came back in his jaw and head- he grasped his head with his hands, cowering down to the ground in pain.

Blood dripped from his mouth, his old man had caused some bleeding and he was surprised he was able to land such a blow, but then again Malik did feel like he deserved this.
 
"You weak little worm.." His father muttered angrily, before stalking out of the room, flexing his hand as he went.

It would be around fifteen minutes until Malik was next disturbed, left to stew in his anger until the door was knocked, opened and Malingosa was shoved in, her arms bound behind her back, her form still as naked as the last time he'd seen her, strapped to the gurney "Oh. Of course." Her voice was dripping with disgust "The deal." She sighed, moving towards the bed and waiting for him to act, expecting to be shoved onto it at any second...
 
Malik raised his head, practically growling out at the disturbance, but once the door was shut, Malignosa would be able to hear noises coming from the darkened room. Noises that sounded almost animalistic in nature- like a trapped animal confined in a small space- knocking things over and glass items being broken..

The room was particularly chilled, and she would be able to see her breath from it— even while a shadowy figure came close to her, and soon in the dim lighting that was provided she would be able to see the prince’s face- his eyes wild, and his teeth- now sporting a second set of canines that weren’t there before.
 
She glanced around, peering into the darkness to figure out what was going on "Elf? What are you.... doing?" She questioned, even as she could feel the chill setting in, her clouding breath almost obscuring the figure approaching her, the look in his eyes and the extra set of fangs making her gulp softly, even as she started to bring her arms up to protect herself... as though that would stop him like this...
 
He looked at her as she tried to defend herself, and he scoffed, taking a hidden dagger he had and cutting her bound arms free. But Malignosa would be able to tell his fingernails were lengthened ever so slightly. “I—don’t want to hurt…you…” he managed to get out, and he stumbled back ever so slightly away from her. Turning, she would see how his shirt had been ripped from his form, like he had clawed at it. His back was littered with scars, his now new purplish white skin showcasing them quite easily.

He turned back to her, his black hair had begun to turn white. “But there’s this urge..I—can’t fight,” he grimaced out, that scent again hit his nose, but he wasn’t sure what he was smelling at this point.
 
She moved away when he cut her bonds, her thighs hitting the bed as she fell onto it with a grunt that would draw all his attention to her, that urge locking into place. There was the female, lying infront of him... even her legs were spread apart slightly, giving him a view of her slit, perfectly exposed for him if he wanted it... And that scent was burning inside of him now... could he really resist it much longer?
 
She would see him look to her once more, his rationality being thrown aside as he neared her again. He moved her legs with his hands, his strong grip easily doing so. The unpracticed elf wasn’t here anymore, as ‘instinct’ overtook him. Malignosa would see someone entirely different in front of her, his hands— his skin..was cold to the touch. “You’re..the same…” he managed to get out in a rough, growl like voice. The same? What did he mean by that?

He leaned back and it wouldn’t take it much of her to notice his…monster of a cock standing up at attention now for her- and it wouldn’t take much of her to realize he…was naked. Fully naked now.
 
She blinked in shock as he approached, his hands holding her legs in place even as she tried to shift away, to crawl clear of him as he growled above her, the cold of his flesh making her pause for a moment, the she saw his length and flushed red "Elf! Put it away!" She yelped, even as she tried to kick out at him, his tight grip keeping her legs from moving more than an inch in her panic.
 
Malik growled more as she tired to fight back, “No- must…claim you…before any other male does…” he managed to get out, his body driving on instinct alone. That kind, pure elf was no longer there, and he was about to soil himself the spoils of his reward— before a knock came to the door. He turned his head quickly and looked over with a sharp glance.

“Malik?” A woman’s voice could be heard, and Malik seemed to calm down— his throat clearing. “Yes, Nessa?” He asked, and Malignosa would see this as her opportunity to kick him away as his grip loosened on her thighs.
 
And she did exactly that, lashing out with her foot and striking him in the torso, missing his cock by a short distance as she moved to conceal herself, making sure she couldn't be seen from the doorway as his words ran through her head 'Claim me!? Who the fuck does he think he is, another Drag... oh.' Her thoughts were rather short, as reality set in... She had been in estrus for a while, as she'd been unsated by another male Dragon, and if he had Draconic ancestry...
 
Malik managed to get ahold of himself as he was kicked away and sent crashing into the table and chairs next to his bed. There was a concerned tug on the door handle but it lead nowhere, as the door was locked.

“Malik?! Are you really alright? I was afraid your father may have..” she bit her tongue and looked around before leaning close to the door. “I’ll bring by food later,” she promised him, before her presence left from outside of his chambers.

Malignosa would hear him erupt in laughter, which sounded more frustrated than anything else. “What in the nine hells is going on?!” He looked at his arms, the scales now retracting and his mouth feeling back to normal. If she peeked from her hiding spot, she would see the elf she recognized laying there, a bruise forming on his face from something unidentified earlier.
 
Malingosa peeked up and looked at him closely, before sighing a little and standing up fully, now she knew the door was locked "It's not your fault." She told him, shaking her head "It's... technically mine. I'm in heat, and... you apparently have some draconic blood in you. Which reacted to my presence." She moved away, to the furthest point she could in the room, using an old robe to cover herself as she did so, hoping that by hiding her nudity it might help him keep control.
 
Malik listened to her as she came out of her hiding spot and he gave a soft frustrated look. “I.. have some..what now?!” He exclaimed, clearly confused. This went against everything he had read up about. “No..no, I shouldn’t have.. there’s no way— father- he hates dragons!” He exclaimed, realization sinking in. His mother perhaps…?

He looked up at her from across the room. “I can’t…I’m sorry, I can’t soil myself with you— I— need to keep my chasity for just a bit longer…” he began to murmur out. It must have been in relation to who knocked earlier.. this ‘Nessa’ who seemingly broke him out of his dragon like state.
 
He leaned back as she approached and he grimaced from her words. “Sure! Why the hell not?!” He gestured and managed to stand. “Do you think I was doing this for my own gain?” He asked and moved to get new clothes. His back would be facing her once again. “If I had not done this, my father would have hunted you down and actually kill you.. do you know how many of your kind he has hunted and killed for sport?!” She could really see the scars now, deep and multiple, usually- an elf’s skin was supposed to be blemish free, especially that of a prince.
 
She narrowed her eyes in return as he spoke "He could have tried. He slew them when he was younger and stronger... If he'd come for me, I would have crushed him. There is a reason I was untouched and he gave me tribute!" She crowed proudly "If you really wanted, you could have forced me away, with a binding vow. You wanted me here, nude in your chambers, regardless of your blood!" She would have continued, but the scars made her pause, staring at them in confusion.
 
“He’s calculating!” He raised his voice next, his hands gripping the garments he was bringing out of the dresser. “Do you not realize it was all a game for him, to put you off your guard?” And she in fact had been caught off guard from the king’s son. “I’ve been trained every day of my life to fight..you..!” He looked over at her, his eyes sharp, and cold. “My father told me that either I slay you, or become your next captive—because if I returned with nothing then I. Would. Be. Killed!” He paused and looked away. “Even if I failed, he had trained multiple warriors like me to finish what I couldn’t have. So either way, this was the best option, where we both are able to keep our lives.”

And she would be able to tell he wasn’t lying.
 
She narrowed her eyes "Don't be absurd... Catching me off guard, perhaps... But he would not have killed you. Surely. You are his child." She spoke uncertainly, almost not believing herself even as she said the words whilst she began to wrap the white robe she'd found around herself, tugging and pulling it to cover herself up like a toga, her curves standing out where it clung then hung from them, her nipples stiff in the cold of the room "As for keeping our lives... You want me to live here? As nothing more than a glorified breeding sow?!"
 
“Of course not-!” He said sharply in return, dressing himself finally, and pulling his shirt over his head. “It’s a ploy,” he looked to her, “My father doesn’t want it either..and he will try multiple ways to get rid of you,” he sighed and went to sit in one of the undamaged chairs. “I will find a way for you to actually escape.. and then lie about killing you for good,” he says next, but she would be able to see that he was uncertain in his plan.. would he be able to fulfill such a thing?
 
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