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

His father glared at him as he spoke "Don't be an idiot. You already promised to the common folk that we would have Dragons. I'd sooner see it dead infront of me than let it out into the countryside again." He shook his head, before his eyes fell on Malingosa's Shoulder, a frown crossing his face "That Scarring... It wasn't there last night, was it?" He asked, looking closer, his eyes narrowing in reaction.
 
Shit, that wouldn’t work either- Malik realized, before he heard his father speak about Malignosa’s mate mark. He tensed up all of a sudden before giving a curious glance. “What scarring?” He asked, playing dumb. He looked over to her shoulder and secretly used some of his magic to glimmer the mark away, it was so subtle that no one but Malignosa would pick up on it.
 
Malingosa frowned a touch as she felt the magic, but she otherwise didn't react, still looking at the food on her plate and reaching out tentatively, almost like she expected to be hit for trying to eat. With his Father on the prowl... it was a legitimate concern

"Mmm... Ah, Trick of the light, I suppose..." His father muttered, before shaking his head "Now... I don't trust it. I think it's playing along. And I don't want it here. But I refuse to let it go, because if we do it will come back. And you are far too weak to kill it. You've already proven that. So it will stay here, and we will use it as you suggested. But if it even looks at someone with anything but obedience, I will have it's head mounted over the fireplace. Do you understand?"
 
Malik watched as his father came to a resolve, and he gave a soft sigh and a slight nod to him. “I understand,” he speaks, looking back at Malignosa, watching her hesitantly reach for her food. He hoped he could figure out a way to let her escape. It was, in truth, a stupid plan, thinking he could bring her here and spare her life. Back on that clearing, he should have just let her go, or kill him that day.

Yet it was his beast side that was the ulterior motive— it had been searching for a mate for quite some time now, and Malignosa had been the perfect opportunity for him. Yet of course Malik didn’t know that.
 
Malik finally let out what breath he had been holding after his father left and his mother looked over at the pair. “Son, I know you studied dragons your whole life..but..wouldn’t it be against what you learned to take one captive?” She had asked, freely this time, because she knew she couldn’t in front of her husband.

Malik gripped a fork tighter in his hand at his mother’s remarks, but his mother was right. If it wasn’t for the offerings and their people going missing- and him trying to stop it and come to an agreement with the dragon..

“I know.” He said flatly, looking away and towards a window.
 
Malingosa continued to eat her meal, listening carefully but otherwise keeping her attention on the food. She debated eating with cutlery at first, but then chose to eat with her hands, picking up chunks of meat and tearing into it as she did. Unknowingly, she'd be appealing to the beast half of Malik as she did so, as much as she was inevitably distasteful to his mother.
 
His mother sighed as he watched Malignosa eat and shook her head, “No matter,” she looked back to her son, “I understand you think what you’re doing is right but..” she murmured out and looked down at her own uneaten plate. “We have to figure out a way to fix this, you cannot breed her like you think you can,” she finished, and Malik looked back at his mother, but for some reason he was feeling agitated, although he knew she was right.

He took a glance to Malignosa and seeing her eat her meal— something stirred inside of him once again, and he glanced away now.

He waited till she was finished with her meal before taking her back to his quarters and shutting the door. The guards posted outside of his room would prove a problem, but casting silencing wards would be best, he thought.
 
He watched her kneel and he gave a soft sigh, especially as he waved his hands and put up silencing wards. “Just so you know my usual self doesn’t think like that..” he reminded her, and her senses could pick up still that he was very much still a virgin, despite what his beast side took over..
 
She tilted her head "Normal self?" She questioned him "That... Wasn't your normal self?" She seemed confused, almost as if... Wait, did she think he was actually like her? And that he had a much more... Draconic side that he kept hidden? Well, he did... But... He'd then watch her nose twitch, a frown crossing her face as the fact of his virginity came across "You smell weird like this... Can you transform?"
 
She frowned again as he spoke and sat on the bed, moving up towards him and sitting next to him, stretching herself out so her chest pushed upwards before realising and flushing, moving herself back to lie down, even as she started to remove the gown he'd made, finding it highly uncomfortable to lie in, due to the way it was designed.
 
He noticed and looked away suddenly, “would.. you like something to cover you up?” He asked, not knowing exactly what to do with her, especially how he was right now. His other side though..was intrigued with how she looked and wanted to peek, even though his current self was against that. Perhaps..she would need to defile him as is, to get rid of that annoying smell..
 
She shrugged, giving a non-committal grunt "I don't wear anything normally." She replied, still sniffing the air and frowning more "You still smell so weird... I can't think..." She muttered angrily, before moving to straddle his hips forcing him to look at her chest, her bosom heaving as she panted, heat starting to twinge through her as she reached down to rip his pants off.
 
Malik looked confused for a moment before she moved to straddle his hips- forcing him to look at her chest and getting him to blush deeply. He picked up on her flustered state, but this time his beast side decided to set back and enjoy it, knowing this side could use some help..

When she reached for his pants and wanting them off, he grabbed her arm suddenly to stop her, and swallowed slowly. “What..what are you doing?” He asked, but really wasn’t holding her back.
 
"I think we both need this..." She replied as he reached for her arm, her other hand moving to force his head between her breasts, even as he'd feel her pull his pants down and expose his cock, rubbing her slit across it as she did so "Now... I'm making you smell right... Don't argue." She told him, even as he'd feel his length stiffening up into her slit.
 
As her other hand forced him between her breasts, he gave a muffled ‘Mmfff’ once he was against her soft flesh. But he couldn’t deny that this felt heavenly. Even though he knew it was wrong.. wrong to lust after her like this. Especially the moment his pants were pulled down and she was rubbing her warm slit against his shaft, causing it to stand attention for her- and making him swallow nervously as she mentioned she was making him smell right. He gasped out as he felt his tip start to enter her folds, pushing past her lips and deeper into her depths- making his cock twitch at the feeling.
 
She gave a soft moan as he began to press his length up into her slit, making his head move again, so his lips pressed against her nipple "That's it... Good boy... Your scent will be right soon..." She promised, starting to move her hips up and down, moaning softly into his ear as she did so, loving how it felt, and knowing his beastly side would also be delighted with what was happening.
 
As she moved and his head did as well, he couldn’t help but instinctively wrap his lips around her nipple and suck on it- even if he didn’t fully understand what he was doing. He felt a blush creep across his face as he became hot and flustered when she called him a ‘good boy’. The way she moved her hips up and down caused him to let out his own moan, enjoying it immensely, even as his hands reached out and gripped her sides, keeping her steady on top of him.
 
She gasped a little as she slipped on him, his length getting deeper than she'd anticipated, but as she looked down at his face and saw the flush she smiled "That's it... Good boy, My good good boy" She moaned out to him again, her hands moving to his shoulders as he gripped her hips to steady her as she continued to ride him, her pelvis moving rapidly on him, wanting to push him to his limits.
 
And with that he continued to moan, the feeling of her wrapped around him like this.. she would soon feel his tongue move around her nipple that he had currently in his mouth, loving the way she was calling him a good boy. He pulled from her nipple and went to the other unattended one, feeling her move rapidly and he could tell it wouldn’t take much longer for him to release. “Malin…I-I’m going to…if—you don’t want me to finish inside…you should—“ he was trying to keep himself from cumming inside of her, especially this deep.
 
She completely ignored what he was saying, focusing her efforts on moving faster atop him, her mind only desiring one thing, and that was him pumping his load inside of her as she continued to bounce on his length. Whilst he was like this, she didn't feel any threat about him 'breeding' her, but even if there was... well, that was what both of them wanted, deep inside, now wasn't it? She, for her part gave a last moan as her body tightened around him, her arms pulling his head back between her breasts as she came over his thighs in a messy flood, her body waiting for his release.
 
Even though he would not outrightly say it… he knew exactly what he wanted. And the moment she pulled him close, to release her hot, steamy flood of nectar all over him— Malik groaned out, his moans muffled by her soft chest as his head was forced there, and he gave her several thick shots of his cum, effectively coating her insides with white. He held her close, moaning out the nickname he had given her now. “Malin…” he nuzzled up against her bosom, looking up at her face when he was able to.
 
She panted heavily as her hips pressed down into hers, her tongue lolling out as she looked down at him, pressed between her breasts as he was "Mmm... Malik..." She murmured back, one of her hands moving down to gently rub her warm belly, her body delighted with the way her insides felt coated in his release "Good boy..." She mumbled, even as she lay backwards, resting him ontop of her body as she did "Now... you smell... right..." Her arms around his body squeezing him tightly "Smell like Mine..."
 
Even as he laid on top of her, her telling him that he smelled ‘right’ and like ‘hers’ he couldn’t help but blush faintly. Deep inside though, he knew it was the same— she was his, that mate mark proved it.

Whatever was what to come, he knew he’d protect her, no matter what. That’s what their bond had created.

Closing his eyes he murmured out something, perhaps a response to her words, “yes..mine,” he muttered out softly, not knowing if Malin would be able to hear it as he protected her and shielded her with his body as he fell asleep.
 
It wasn’t until later in the afternoon did Malik wake- he yawned and rubbed his eyes, soon realizing what form he was in, the scales on his arms proving that. But this time, his mind was that of his former appearance— not the one dead set on breeding Malin every moment of the day. He glanced over to her, to which she was in his arms for the time being. He started to admire her features, and then- a soft blush began to creep up against his cheeks as he realized just how beautiful she actually was.

Although what happened last night, he knew he needed to free her, regardless of the mate mark on her neck, he..some part deep inside knew his capturing of her wasn’t right. He couldn’t even remember why he thought it would have been a great idea to ‘spare her life’— but that was because of the beast that awakened inside of him had begun the search for a mate, and Malin had been the perfect candidate…so with the ‘reasoning’ he had made up to spare her life, and bring her captive instead..

Of course, didn’t work either.
 
Malingosa gently yawned as she awoke, sniffing the air before she opened her eyes to look around. The content look on her face remained present as she met his eyes, licking her lips before leaning in to kiss him "Mmm... Malik..." She mumbled against his lips, even as she shifted her position to press her body into his as he'd feel the way she seemed to fit perfectly against him, curves locking into place on his musculature. It almost felt like she'd changed shape or something, but that was impossible, right? The mages had put a spell on her to stop her form shifting. Then again, did it even matter?

And as his mind would be trying to figure out a way to have her escape, she looked directly into his eyes and leant in "We can run... Back to the Mountains... They'd never find us." She whispered into his ear, in a tone that told of her certainty they could manage it.
 
Malik kissed her back with an air of uncertainty at first, before her whisper reached his ears. He looked at her and he thought for a moment before asked- “Are you certain you want me to come with you?” He looked at her eyes. “Just a mere few days ago you wanted your freedom on your own.. what makes you change that fact?”

Even though it was blatantly obvious about the form he projected in front of her, even if he wasn’t a full fledged dragon… he had been strong enough to subdue her that one time— making it quite obvious he should have the right to breed her.

But just a few days ago, he didn’t even know this side of him- figuring it was all just an illusion- somehow.
 
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