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

The alternative was... well, to kill his father and take the throne. But that came fraught with its own issues, even as he considered it "Fine..." She sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her arms over her chest "So your father wants me dead. And you decided the best place to keep me was here, in your room? Whilst he'd also want to punish you for technically failing and bringing me here alive." She rolled her eyes "Fantastic plan, Elf."
 
He put his hand in his hands “Listen, I know it’s not a great plan by any means..” he groaned out, and leaned back in the chair. “It was either this or a damp dungeon..where he would make a spectacle out of you..” worse than what Malik would have done in his ‘beast’ mode, that’s for sure.

He scented her again, and she could see him groan once more. “Or maybe you should be kept away from here..” he murmured out in a soft shudder.
 
“Stay away..!” He shouted out suddenly, his head moving up and looking to her- “I—I’m having… a hard.. time…controlling…it-“ he tells her. “Lock yourself up..in the bathroom..” he gestured over to where it was. He knew it wouldn’t be satiated until it mated with her, and he didn’t want that.
 
She yelped as he shouted, nodding to his words and moving towards the bathroom, getting inside and locking it... of course, with her scent so ingrained in his mind, such a flimsy door wouldn't last long if it blocked her from him... additionally, there was a way to unlock it from the outside that he'd forgotten in the heat of the moment, but his instincts wouldn't...
 
She would be able to hear him struggling- the sounds of agonized pain from when his ‘beast’ side began to take over again. And then it went quiet- all until the door to the bathroom just straight up shattered from his fist and ‘claws’ punching/dragging into it. He looked at her face, and she could see him still struggling against this form. The form he didn’t want, as his eyes remained that of his elven self. “R-Run..” he begged, but unfortunately for her, his own scent would be starting to fill the surrounding air- the scent of, well, a male dragon who was ‘fresh’ that..hadn’t claimed any other female yet.
 
She gave a cry of fear as the door shattered, and when he begged her to run she glanced around, unable to find a route out of there, the only exit blocked by him... and then his pheromones began to flood her nose, his scent carrying with it all the promises of sating her heat, her fear shifting away and being replaced by warmth in her core, the robe she'd covered herself with the only thing obscuring his prize as he approached, and it would be so, so easy to tear it away to reveal her body again...
 
This time, he couldn’t hesitate anymore. He lunged forwards and tore the robe off of her body- exposing her once more. His eyes turning that to one of a male dragon, about to satiate his lustful hunger. He moved and forced her on her hands and knees even as he approached her slit with one hand, touching her there for the first time. As inexperienced as his elven side was— he was about to learn a whole bunch from his beast form. He could tell she was swollen from her heat, and he growled lowly, wanting to taste her there too. It wasn’t much longer before his mouth- his cold breath could be felt against her blistering hot, heat swollen pussy. His tongue assaulting her folds for the first time.
 
Malingosa blinked, and in that blink she was exposed and forced to her hands and knees beneath him, a gasp escaping her lips as he ran his fingers against her already dripping slit, before she shivered at his dominant growl, offering no resistance to him as he moved and readied himself, his cold breath drawing a moan from her, before his ice cold tongue did the same, the soothing of her burning heat only adding to the pleasure she felt, as he started the process of taking his new 'mate'
 
He pushed his tongue deeper into her- and she could tell it was definitely forked. Especially as he reached up and ran across her clit- flicking it there for a few moments. He lapped up all of her dripping arousal, before he pulled his head back and what Malignosa would be able to feel next was his thick, long draconic cock- pressing its tip just against her entrance. He didn’t give it any other thought before he thrusted deep inside of her, causing him to grip her hips with his hands to steady himself.
 
The way his tongue danced and flicked inside of her made her legs tremble as she moaned more for him, a whine of displeasure escaping her lips as he pulled away, until she felt his cock rubbing against her, the way it felt immediately shutting her up as he thrust deep inside, breaking her hymen with that single motion, her voice a mixture of pained and pleasured moans, her hips shifting into his grip as he held her in place to start pounding her deep.
 
Malik felt how tight she was, and it only caused him to start his pace- pounding her pussy with an unrelenting vigor. He could scent blood but he didn’t know from where- as he was unaware she too was a virgin. His cock reached all the way past her other entrance- the entrance to her womb— it was literally designed to do so, even if this ‘beast’ form wasn’t as impressive as an actual dragon..he moved and grasped underneath her as he continued to fuck her, his hands groping her breasts eagerly now.
 
(I replied to Covenant, BTW :) )

Malingosa could do little but cry out in pleasure as he fucked her with such vigour, his length pressing into her womb even as her body accepted it eagerly, squeezing it in all the right ways to make him want to fill her with his release, even as his groping hands would find her breasts bouncing and shaking with every pounding thrust he gave her, her slit squirting over his thighs when he pulled back to push back in again. It was as though he was perfectly made, just to fuck her silly and stuff her with his seed... And perhaps, his 'beastly' form was meant for exactly that. It had come out in response to her heat, after all...
 
(Ah. I didnt see that XD thanks!)

The way she squeezed around his length— he knew it wouldn’t be long before his first release.. even as his cock swelled in size to prove that. Or..would he have a knot, like the other male dragons he had read up about? That thought barely crossed his mind as it was preoccupied with such soft, tight depths. The way she squirted over his thighs made him want to fuck her faster, making her squirt more. As he neared his own release, Malinogsa would be able to hear how pleasured he felt from his own moaning- and low grunts of pleasure, turning into low growls, especially as his fangs began to prime themselves to bite over her shoulder, subconsciously trying to give her a mate mark, even if he wasn’t aware of his true intentions yet.
 
Even if she'd been able to stop him, the way his length was swelling inside of her left her unable to do anything but moan and squirm around him, his increase in speed only making her squirt more over his thighs as he desired so deeply. She even shifted her shoulder up, into his fangs, her own body desiring the mate mark he was trying to give her. She'd already been fucked silly, and now it was just a question of if he'd pull out and blow his load across her body, or if he'd have a knot and tie himself inside her body.
 
As his fangs sunk deep into her flesh, they tore into her shoulder- giving her that mate mark she and he both desired— blood trickling down from his lips as he eventually pulled away, licking the wound over with his tongue. It was then he had suddenly pulled out from her depths and blew his load over her back side, groaning out as he did so. His cock covered in a sticky milk colored sheen with rivulets of blood drawn across. He panted and looked to her. “Not…yet..” he managed to get out, collapsing beside her, his form practically steaming as it ‘cooled’ himself off. Closing his eyes, his breathing became steady, “Need you..safe..first..” and…..he was out cold, physically exerting himself to the point of collapse and passing out. He had known what he just did…and hated himself for it. He knew that side of him was satiated for now, but still..to do something like that.. yet from the way he acted, Malignosa would figure out that he truly wanted her safety, no matter what would happened to him.
 
Malik would find himself next to her when he would wake, his body was aching from the night before and he groaned as he woke. “Wha—“ he murmured out, his mind putting the pieces back together bit by bit. He noticed the aftermath and he suddenly jolted up, wishing he hadn’t. “Gods above..” he cursed lightly from how stiff everything was in his body- save for his cock, that part was very soft. Looking to her he nudged her with his hand. “Hey…are you…alright?” He asked, noting the mate mark that had begun to heal.

Oh shit.
 
Her eyes fluttered open as he spoke and nudged her "Wha? Where... Ahn... Achey..." She mumbled weakly, even as he'd also notice the sheer amount of cum still covering her back, her tail lathered in it, some even managed to get up to her hair, and as she tried to sit up her arms wobbled and she fell back down, her body still completely spent from his attentions the night before "What... happened last... ni..." She slurred a little, looking around to him and flushing when she noticed they were both still nude.
 
He observed her for a moment, noticing the sheer amount of cum all over her body- as if he painted her with it. He turned his face with his own blush, trying to hide it. “Well…I can assume from the mate mark…this..so called dragon form of mine decided on a few things.” He gave a soft sigh and managed to get up, drawing a bath as he did. Without another word he managed to pick Malingosa and set her in the warm water. He didn’t know why he did that, but something kicked in— like instinct to immediately care for his mate.

But that side of him was currently repressed, so why did it show itself in this moment?

He leaned back. “Here..you can clean up first, I’ll.. go spell everything back together..” he murmured and stood up, going to move things around with the magic of his hands, repairing everything that he had broken.
 
She blinked as he placed her into the warm bathwater, a confused look on her still sleepy face as the soft heat began to sap the aches and pains from her body, a faint groan escaping her lips as she began to clean herself off, the water soon becoming murky with the cum she was washing from her body. When she felt clean enough, she stood and stepped out of the bath, walking back into the room towards him, still nude "Done. You can go now, if you want."
 
He noticed she came in without a towel and he waved his hand, magically giving her one as he turned and headed to go bathe himself. He then turned his head and looked to her, “There’s some clothes on the bed for you if you’d like,” he offered. He didn’t remember why she had been nude in the first place, he could have sworn he had brought her with clothes that he had conjured for her..but he could have been mistaken. Either way..

He turned and went to the bathroom, shutting the now magically fixed door behind him.
 
As he went to rerun the bath, he'd remember that the Doctors who had 'studied' her had removed them, with the excuse that they wanted to check her for scars, so they might better understand the local dragon populations. In reality, they'd just wanted a chance to see her naked flesh. As for Malingosa, she looked down at the clothes on the bed and frowned, tilting her head whilst she studied them. It might not have been his active persona at the moment, but his 'Beast' was still influencing things, if the rather lewd nature of what he'd left her was anything to go by. For her part, she shrugged and redressed, lying on the bed and waiting for him to finish washing.
 
As he came out, he had a towel wrapped around his waist and he looked to her, seeing the outfit she had on. He blinked and flushed immediately, turning his head. “That’s..not-“ he waved his hand, making her clothes less ‘lewd’, if anything. But still that was the defining factor, regardless of what he, in the now - wanted.

“Sorry,” he apologized, and went to dress himself, and Malingosa would notice that it wasn’t just his back that had those scars. He also had various burns and sizes of scars across his chest. Far from the perfect skin elves were supposed to have.

Once he was done he looked to her and gave a sigh. “Well.. I’m assuming you’re hungry..” he says mostly to himself. “Would you like to join me when I go to the dining hall for some breakfast?” He asked, knowing that she probably wouldn’t want to stick by him for long, and he honestly didn’t blame her.
 
"Oh yes, because your father would love that..." She muttered angrily in response to his words, even as her mind was on the scars and burns she saw across him "Fine... Food would be nice, I guess... I'll just pretend I can't understand anything being said, like the 'dumb beast' he probably thinks I am..." She sighed as she moved towards the doorway, waiting for him.

When they'd arrive, he'd find his Father already seated and eating, flicking his eyes up to glare at his son for some unknown reason, before speaking "Did you have to bring the beast with you?" He growled angrily, even as Malingosa pretended not to understand.
 
Malik sighed yet once more at her reaction and shook his head, “I’m sorry I can’t do much,” he murmurs next, before heading out with her at his side.

When in the dining room in front of his father, he gave a little breath before answering. “What; do you expect her to eat us Elves instead?” He asked, before pulling out a chair for her to sit in, quite a ways away from the king.

His mother sat close by to her husband, and she looked at him. “Now Dear, we talked about this…” she murmured out softly, knowing how he felt, but they would have to remain cordial as much as they both hated it. The Queen only hated it due to how her husband was reacting, but he didn’t need to know that.
 
"I Expected it's head to mount on the wall!" His father responded in anger, his fist slamming into the table before he gestured to a guard "You. I want his Purity checked." He instructed, the guard moving forward and bringing a strange looking wand out. He waved it over Malik, a moment passing before it glowed a soft green. Apparently, it either didn't consider him impure or his 'Beast' form hadn't counted... Either way, he was in the clear on that one... His father grunted, nodding in approval as he turned back to his food "At least he hasn't done anything stupid...

Malingosa for her part meekly sat at the table, looking down and trying not to draw attention. Of course, anyone who entered would immediately know what she was from her horns, and the King's angry ranting was... hard to ignore, even if she was still keeping a straight face.
 
Malik honestly was worried about the guard and the check on his purity, surely his other form would have— but- there was a flash of green and a silent sigh of relief over him, before he turned his face to Malignosa, and then back to his father. “I’m trying to advance the future of our kingdom, not have us stuck in the past..” he began, clearing his throat afterwards. “It will be a wonderful addition— having dragons and elves coexist..”

But.

As good as that might sound, he knew his father would hold onto his ideals and ways up until the day of his death.

He didn’t even mention about the dragons that the elves and those of their kingdom would ride, but if they couldn’t achieve that perhaps they could achieve peace..
 
His father glared at him "You are doing naught but inviting doom upon us all!" He retorted "Dragons do nothing but destroy and pillage, and you would invite them into our home!?" His fist slammed into the table "It is bad enough you bring that thing here, and you would expect us to treat it like a civilised being, but now this plan to do what? Subjugate them? Turn them into horses? All you'd do is give them reason to destroy us! If that one wasn't bound by magic, I'm sure it would be ripping our castle to the foundations at this very moment!"
 
He flinched ever so slightly at the slamming of his father’s fists against the table. Malik then looked over to Malignosa, and he knew his father was right. She would definitely burn this castle to the ground if she wasn’t spell bound. Then it would be noticed that Malignosa had a mate mark near her neck and collarbone, something that may have gone unnoticed at first. If this female dragon had a mate..who knows what the repercussions would be when her mate found out what they were doing to her..

Malik looks back at his father. “Fine, I’ll.. take her back to the clearing where I found her, and finish what I started,” he meant as a way to ‘kill’ her, but this riling up was all apart of his plan, to have an easy way to get Malignosa back out to freedom, for his original plan, hoping to get his father see reason was quickly going south.

It would be better to do it there than here, but he wouldn’t count on something his father might say— to not come home until he brings her head back.
 
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