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The Dragon Queen(Lady Red and The Kingpin)

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The Kingpin

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Deathwing, Onyxia and Nefarian.
Deathwing's human form.
Deathwing(Good drawing of Deathwing from the front).
Deathwing's size.

Lord Victor Nefarius - Nefarian's Human Form.
Nefarian's Dragon Form.


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BANG! BANG! BANG!

Those constant banging sounds were all that could be heard as the Twilight's Hammer made sure to swing continuously to make sure the new Elementium Armor they'd created would stick to the massive Black Dragon as well as hold him together from where he threatened to split open. Deep thunderous roars boomed out almost in a rhythm with the swing of the Hammers, letting the sounds of his pain echo around for many miles around them. His tail would rise and slam into the Lava he lay in, the surface cracking in response. A move of his wings caused the waters to rise in places, tsunami's flooding inland and demolishing any cities or settlements in it's wake. When they let loose the rams to further push the larger bolts into his body to hold the Armor on, his massive skull slammed against the side of the chasm he was in and in return, an earthquake devastated another part of the World above. 2 glowing orbs opened as a gigantic clawed foot moved itself from the Lava to dry ground, further destroying more of the very ones currently having Armor fitted to him. Those maddened eyes burned with Rage and Hatred, seemingly burning as bright as the Sun itself. He would have his Vengeance and all of Azeroth would be at his mercy!

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Blackrock Mountain, home to the eldest son of Deathwing, Nefarian also known as Blackwing to those who served him. He was an impressive sized black Dragon, only rivaled by his slightly younger sister, The Aspects and their Consorts. His fiery gaze stared down to the base of the Mountain, pulling back his gums and watching in fascination as the Dark Horde he commanded toiled away with mining various materials he needed as well as to excavate Caverns all throughout Blackrock Mountain itself.

Nefarian did eventually shift back to his human form, turning to walk back into the large Lair he'd made for himself at the peak of Blackrock. At the feeling of Azeroth itself trembling however, he froze mid-step and looked back to where he knew his younger sister made her Lair at, narrowing his fiery eyes. He knew all too well what those tremors meant. Their father had indeed survived the fight with the other Aspects nearly 30 years ago. He let out a snort at this before turning to return into his Mountaintop Lair, making for his Throne room and sitting upon said Throne before leaning slightly to one side as he let himself fall into deep thought, going so far as to close his eyes. Deathwing was still alive...and as much as he hated knowing that, he knew this changed how he'd be able to act in the future.
 
Being the daughter of Deathwing was more a curse than it was a gift. Idolizing him, his cold ways and his oppressive nature over all of his obstacles, Onyxia would often try to handle situations similarly to her father. She owed her magnificent size and power to her father, he beautiful onyx glimmer, her sharp talons and her proud, curved horns, forever marking her as one of Deathwing's blood.

He was a challenging father, when he was available, but she had a father, and the dragons took him away from her. During the battle, she was defeated quickly and overpowered. Alexstrasza, the Life Binder, spared her, but exiled her under warning of instant death. It was embarrassing, and she felt her father's life force start to disappear, unable to protect him, but refusing to let his bloodline fade, Onyxia retreated, to lick her wounds, and cry.

Alexstrasza knew Deathwing in a different light. He wasn't always the tyrant he was becoming. She loved him dearly, as she loved her fellow Aspects, perhaps more so. But he had changed, and she could not trust him, or allow him to terrorize any longer.

Onyxia refused to give up, even going into hiding as her powers slowly started to return after the beating she took. She spent a tremendous amount of time at or near human cities, using her charm and seductive ways to obtain information and learn more about restoring her father to what he should be. Having dug up some research on a possible way to restore or revive him, she understands that she may have to reach out to help she would much rather avoid. Her elder brother, Nefarian.

The last several years had served her research well. Without many options left, she found herself at a secluded and hidden place, before for the first time in years, taking her dragon form once more. It was painful, her bones had gotten so accustomed to her smaller frame, but the spreading of her wings did feel refreshing. With a single flap she was airborne, giving the trees by her a gust of power to remember her by. She'd approach Blackrock Mountain, and try to convince her difficult brother. He was her best chance at succeeding.
 
Sometime after he'd sat, Nefarian found himself grinning wide as a plan formed in his head. So long as his father stayed gone then he, as the eldest son and offspring, was naturally next in line to rule. At least that's how he viewed in his mind. There was then the matter of Onyxia though, as she was the current Broodmother and the current leader of the Black Dragonflight while he was merely the Secondary Ruler, a backup...not that it mattered too much.

Nefarian was still busy with creating a new flight like his father had wanted, seemingly getting closer every week to finally succeeding and becoming the Creator of his own personal flight. He just required more time, more eggs to experiment on...both of which he currently lacked. The mortals had begun growing more and more bold with each incursion into his territory, coming closer and closer to reaching his Mountain.

He stood and made his way towards the Crimson Laboratories; a place where he's spent the majority of the past 30 years while his father had put his sister in charge of the human affairs as well as the entire Black Dragonflight itself. It was as the 3 decades had passed that a thought had begun to nag in the back of his mind all these years as he toiled away with his twisted experiments, all of which had been failures so far - the fact he personally didn't have any whelps of his own. Sure, those he created viewed him as 'father' but not of his own blood would they be his.

As the hours passed by, the nearly 7 foot man let out a frustrated roar as yet another egg had failed to survive the hatching process after he'd used his Magic upon it, waving an arm and smashing everything on his table. Those working around him backed away a fraction but did their best and attempted to remain undisturbed by their Masters anger. He turned with a snort, blowing black smoke out his nostrils before he made his way back to his Throne room to once again sit back down and brood over another failure and loss of another egg that had failed to be transformed, eyes closing.

He'd purposely left open the large doors that led to the large balcony he'd personally created on the side of the peak, open to let the wind flow through. He found the sounds of the mortals toiling away below somehow relaxed him, perhaps it was because he knew they were obeying him without question. His nostrils flared as a scent came drifting into his Throne Room, a scent all too familiar to the large Black Dragon. Those fiery eyes, eerily similar to his fathers, opened and he gazed out to where she'd be forced to come through at. One side of his mouth curved upwards slightly in a smirk. What was his dear little sister doing so far from her Swamp Lair?
 
Onyxia was wary, her brother, although blood through blood, was not to be trusted. At least not at this point. She chose to fly alone, not bringing any who would escort her or make it seem as if she was trying to take Blackrock Mountain from Nefarian. Her flight had been a low, and quiet one, she would not benefit at all from mortals seeing her in this form, and panicking, having Ironforge and Stormwind mounting search parties and keeping them from slapping each other around for a while in order to take down a dragon. No, stealth was easier, it would have taken her far too long to arrive on foot, or even by mount, an advanced concealment spell would keep her off most people's radars. Alas an advanced being with expertise, perhaps those like Sylvannas or Rexxar may have detected her, but she chose her path carefully, and had no intention of being seen.

The dragon hovered over his balcony, already having invaded his skies, she wouldn't land without approval. "May I land, brother? I am not here to attack or insult you... but I do need your help..." She spoke to him telepathically, as she liked to do. "My wings are exhausted and by back burns. Allow your sister to rest within your protection..."
 
The voice inside his head caused that grin to spread wider. Of course she wouldn't visit just to visit, only when in need would the 2 siblings see each other. "Of course, sister...you know you're always welcome with open wings." He answered in kind back to her, sitting himself straight upon his large Throne. His gaze turned to look back towards his Laboratory and the closed door that led to it.

He stood and walked down his Throne a few seconds after having gave his answer, spreading his arms wide in a form of greeting, planning to hug her once she'd gotten closer to him. "What is it that's caused you to fly so far just to see me? Come, sit...let your brother help relieve some of the tension in your back while you rest." He spoke more; this time letting his deep voice rumble, which he inherited from their father, to ask this time. While his Throne Room was mostly bare save for the Throne of his, carved into the Mountain itself, there were various tables and chairs scattered throughout it as well for when he had his allies come visit.
 
The dragon spun it's mighty body with agility and force, violet swirls of clairvoyant magics melding her form. Onyxia's body dropped quickly onto her bother's home, landing cleanly, and without damaging his structure. Her form had changed somewhat. Her horns were nowhere to be found, but her skin had developed an eerie, yet welcome violet hue, accenting her hair, black as the mountain in which they spoke. Onyxia carried a tome of sorts. That combination was not a welcome one. Beautiful as she may be, a sorceress like herself with any sort of magic enhancing tool could lead to the destruction of the very mountain. Her coy and arrogant eyes weren't there however. She almost seemed the lady the humans had come to know.

She would not leave her brother's jest unattended. She hugged him expressively, "Black Blood, my brother." She said quietly, taking his shoulders and creating some space between them. "The mountain looks strong. So do you." She looked at the book he had brought and put the scenarios together. "This is no tome, it's a ritual book. For many years I've searched in places no spawn of Deathwing should search. Humans... the entire alliance is quite easy to fool if you look the part. There are some with wit... I'll admit some humans can be very smart... but with a wink and a whisper..." She whispered as she winked, "Their human instincts break like none other's." She turned her back to face the entry from which she came. "Our father lives, Nefarian. I feel him. This book can help us bring him back..." She didn't know how he'd react to it. She had a feeling Nefarian didn't want him back per se, but there was some hope she'd convince him.
 
The appearance of her human form had definitely changed from the last time he'd seen her 30 years ago. What appeared to be a book was in her hands, though any Magical being would know it was anything but a 'book'. Nefarian didn't say anything, just listening to the way his sister spoke. A smirk placed itself onto his face as she played to the Arrogance he held being the eldest child of Deathwing and he unconsciously stood just a little taller at the compliment. He licked his lips a bit as he listened to her speak, his fiery eyes widening the more she spoke of freeing their father.

This little sister of his had done her job very well, almost too well. He could see how the mortals would be swayed by her charm as she did to him what had surely caused many humans to fall under her sway. It wasn't until she turned away that he also did, walking back towards the Throne of his and sitting upon it, leaning to one side and letting that fiery gaze fall onto his sister as the wind lightly blew against her clothing. "Onyxia." He said, letting that deep voice of his carry a commanding tone with it that he got from their father. "I am well aware of our father still being alive. Azeroth itself trembled earlier from the rage he no doubt feels." He began, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

He stood up once again, his hands behind his back just above his waist as he walked towards her again. "You know well what you ask for. Our deaths as well as the failure of all our plans if we're caught - not to mention that book of yours, of which I would like to know where you got it from before you leave." His fiery orbs narrowed further, becoming thin slits on the chiseled features of his now hardened facial expression as he crossed his arms across his thick chest and stared down at the back of her head until she'd eventually turn around. She was messing with powers far beyond their comprehension, as Deathwing had said to him so many times in the past 10,000 years since Nefarian's birth. He wanted to speak further but he kept his mouth closed as the thoughts raced in his mind. He was never one for fighting personally like she was asking him even if he held great strength, he was very much content to let his army of minions do so for him while he kept himself locked away in his experiments.
 
Onyxia did in fact turn around, not having heard exactly what she wanted, but this would give her some negotiation space. Her doubly colored eyes turned to watch him, "A woman must have her secrets. I'm sure you've heard of Dalaran. With the right cat... any challenge is but a mouse compared. It may be in our best interest to destroy or return it once we are finished with it. Surely Dalaran's Mages wouldn't be too keen on knowing Deathwing's putrid offspring have one of their books." She waved it carelessly as if it was a common book.

"I understand that I am asking... more than you might be willing to give. I am... directly, asking you to risk your life, and perhaps the life of those who follow you, to help bring our father back." She looked at him, he was being politely difficult. She took a deep breath, and thought to herself, "Forgive me for my cruel words to you, father..." before she nervously smiled, "The thought of Nefarian ruling isn't a bad one, brother. It's clearly your future. It wouldn't be easy, even if I was to help you. Alexstrasza, whom has probably already sensed us chatting, would rain her disgusting aspects at us. They'd destroy us. I can see and understand with a dominant dragon arises. You are that dominant force I speak of... I am your sister, yes... that's true. But we have to survive... somehow. Sooner or later, that dreaming whore Ysera would nag and nag and nag until one of those powerful dragons actually considers it. Can we take her head on? Perhaps..." She pushed her dress aside slightly to rub her shoulders. "Her horde of filthy emerald drakes would make short work of your minions, you know the difference in their power." Her neck and shoulders were well exposed, was her manipulation already at work?

"Think of father though... He... HE could help us. You and I... we are powerful. We could fight... but he... He could bring Alexstrasza to her knees where she belongs... Alexstrazsa isn't too bad of a trophy now, is she? Let Deathwing bring down the majority of their armies. When he falls, because he will fall... it's already happened... you and I can make sure we are coordinated... on the same page... And end our enemies. You could have anyone you want. You'd be lord above all."
 
His eyes once again widened as she mentioned Dalaran. That damned place...oh, she was indeed her fathers daughter. Her schemes ran deep into the Alliance, to go so far as to steal from the Magic Capital of Azeroth. He found himself unable to speak for a second, a second too long for she continued with her defending argument as to why he should help her bring their father back and he let an uncharacteristic scowl make itself known on his face as he knew she had a good point. Even the 2 of them together with their forces would fall before the might of the other 4 Aspects.

Had she not already given him a reason not to outright refuse, he'd have known she was playing to the Arrogant nature of his by using such sweet words. It wasn't until she began to lower her dress enough to expose her upper body, at least down to where her dress hugged the top of her chest, that he found his mind being brought to other thoughts. And as much as he hated to admit it, he knew, really far deep down inside his black heart that she was undoubtedly right. He knew he stood no chance against an angered Aspect, much less one with their own army at their side and that was just one...if all 4 were to come, armies or not, they'd all fall. As she spoke further however, he found himself letting thoughts once again roam to him ruling after father's fall again. Alexstrasza would make for a nice trophy, the Queen of Dragons and her sister, that damned Dreamer, forced to serve until death.

Nefarian's outright refusal had quickly been broken as his ambitious thoughts got the better of him. With the 2 sisters kneeling in-front of their new Master, that left a spot as his Consort open. "Tempting, very tempting." He answered and let a small smile appear on his face. "I now can see why can no mortal could hope to say no to you but that still leaves one problem before I can accept this." He continued, stepping forward to let their size difference come into play just a little. "And that's the matter of what am I to do about a Consort? There's never been a hybrid before, at least that I know of...which means I'd need a Broodmother from our Black Dragonflight to be the one who'd continue my legacy. Alexstrasza and Ysera, while both making for great slaves would be unable to bear me any descendants." Nefarian growled, leaning down some to become mere inches from his sisters face. "If you can answer me about that dilemma, then I have no reason to refuse you further."
 
"That bastard... I knew this was going to happen..." She looked at his eyes "We need Deathwing... That means that I need you. If to have you... you need me..." She paused, and placed her hands on his chest, her imperfect eyes looking at his armor before rising up. "...Then so be it, brother. I will give you a powerful son, and our black blood will live on. Her flesh was enticing at this point, the slightest movement would reveal her secrets to him. "I knew you were ambitious, Nefarian... But to lay claim to your own sister..." She ran her fingers past his chin. "Black blood indeed... Let me ease the passage for you." She took his hand in her own, running the back of it against her cheek. Her violet lips pressed against his hand, before she assisted him in finally moving the clothing aside, her breasts now revealed. "I foresee a very dark future for us. Which suits me just fine..." She brought his hand over her bare skin, the tone of her skin completely pleasant to the eyes. "What say you? Shall we bring father back?" She looked at his eyes, wondering if the mighty Nefarian had taken her extremely potent bait. "Say yes, you swine, no matter how many times you bed me, the goal will remain the same..."
 
Inwardly, Nefarian was indeed grinning as his sister offered up the fastest answer to his question. He eventually let that grin make itself known on his face for her to see as well, a chuckle leaving him briefly. "You are the best choice for a Broodmother of the Black Dragonflight, the best choice I see to replace our beloved mother." He answered in kind, purposely drawing this out as long as he could. She took hold of his hand, planting a kiss on the back much like one would royalty before using it expose her 2 perfect mounds for his eyes to gaze upon. While she held one hand pushed against one of her breasts, he let the other trail down her back and gripped hard on one side of her ample backside. He let his gaze move to her eyes, looking in fascination at the different colored orbs that seemingly lured him in more.

He'd always viewed his sister as a beauty but never acted upon these thoughts because he was always so busy with his work. Now that the chance presented itself, he wouldn't let it pass. "Yessss..." He purposely drawled it out, letting the last of that small gap close as his lips met Onyxia's in a moment of fiery passion from the Black Dragon. He stood up, letting the hand that had a grip on her backside bring her off the ground over a foot to his full height. The hand that she'd placed onto her chest he moved to grip the other half of her curvy ass. He did break the kiss after a few seconds, the thought repeating itself in the back of his mind to not do this but his instincts won out over his reason as a perfect and fertile female, sister or not, presented herself to him. "You can tell me of what you plan to do..." He began, using one hand to grab the ancient book of the stone table as he moved towards the room he slept in. No time like the present to begin, with both bringing him a son as well the plan to help free their father.
 
Onyxia breathed out onto her brother's lips feeling his urge to dominate her start to take hold of his mind. "I am ready for you..." She said softly, her clothing dropping off onto the floor. "While you fill me with your fire, I will give you the general idea, Nefarian... We are going to hunt one of the aspects ourselves." She chuckled lightly at his enthusiasm, "I never took you for a man who favored the rear... While this may be fun for us brother, keep in mind that time is of the essence. Alexstrazsa will immediately know when we kill one of her companions... She will gather her allies and attack us relentlessly, especially if she knows what we are trying to accomplish."

Wyrmwrest Temple rested through the quiet of the evening. The Life Binder watched the shade of night begin to sweep the sky. She didn't say a word, but she was watching something. "Don't you dare..." She said coldly, turning away from the view and returning to her lair.
 
The larger of the 2 Black Dragons let a deep chuckle leave him but he listened as he walked, making sure to close the door back now that he had a guest to entertain. He set the book in a chair, setting his sister herself on the edge of the large bed he had for himself as he set to work losing the armor he always wore before it too joined her clothing in a pile on the floor in his room. "Hunting an Aspect, huh? That's a first...who did you have in mind?" He asked as he lay his now naked self against her own, letting his scarred and muscular form feel as much of her as he could. "Who said I favored the rear?" He did eventually say back with a playful grin on his normally stern face. His hands explored her now exposed body, letting them run over every sinful inch of his curvy younger sister. Her ample chest, her waist as it thinned before flaring back out into the wide hips and curvy ass of hers.

"Alexstrasza...hmph!" He snarled in return, his teeth lightly nipping at her soft neck as she continued to speak to him. "She'll soon know her place." He whispered back, enjoying this far too much to worry about what the Life-Binder would do. She was right though, as soon as they killed the Aspect she'd chosen then the Dragon Queen would know something was definitely going on. This time wouldn't be too long. No, he was already quite hard and as he ground himself against her, he could feel she herself was already quite slick in that valley between her legs. For once, the siblings whole-heartedly agreed. Time was of the essence. He leaned up and let each of her slender legs on his shoulders before he leaned himself back forward again which caused her to fold until her knees actually touched her own shoulders before he once again began to have his fill of his delectable sister. He let himself lean down, moving to once again nip at her neck and lips as best he could with the added resistance of her own legs. He'd accepted her bargain, he'd fulfill his side of the deal since she was more than willing to fulfill hers. Nefarian let out a long growl at the feeling that came flooding back to him as he sank deep within her womanhood.

Oh it'd been far too long since he'd enjoyed the more simple pleasures of sex. His pace started out slow at first, planning to enjoy himself to the fullest - this time and however many times in the future it took for him to have a son of his own. His pace did pick up as time went on, getting into a firm rhythm as the large bed of his began to slam itself against the Mountain wall in protest of his now powerful thrusts. His mouth hadn't stayed still, going to kiss at the perky globes on her chest or the enticingly soft neck of hers as well as those sinful lips, nipping at her body with his teeth in a not so gentle way while his pelvis would slam into her valley with a ferocity he hadn't had in decades.
 
Onyxia watched as he undressed himself, her tongue slowly running over her lips. "What a handsome man you've become..." She said in an alluring tone, trying to mix a form of pleasure with business. She had no intention of bedding Nefarian, but it was an almost guaranteed way to assure his cooperation. An alliance she'd need to at least destroy one aspect. Once their numbers whittled, their flights would lose morale, and Black could dominate the skies. "It is in our best interest to keep Ysera and Alexstrasza at bay for now. Kalecgos seems like the easiest target. He is young... his magical ability is superior... and he is quite beautiful when you stop..." She shunted as Nefarian pushed himself inside her, biting her lip roughly as the hard, hot shaft pushed through her walls like nothing. "... When you stop and look at him for a moment..." She said with a nervous laugh. "I've had a few agents keeping any eye on Sorodormi. She is the mate of the Bronze aspect, the fool obsessed with time... Nozdormu." She paused as Nefarian began to seemingly fold her like a pretzel, her focus starting to go from all business to all pleasure.

"He doesn't exactly fly over the skies on leisurely nights. He is a bit of a hermit, and would likely not be an easy hunt. If we have his mate however... He will show his big bronze head and we could tear him apart..."
 
Those words...those alluring words she spoke only served to fill the Black Dragon with more and more arrogance, if that were even possible to do. Each word she spoke, while between gasps and thrusts, into the ear nearest her mouth he heard clearly. He once again agreed; deciding to go against both the Life-Binder and the Dreamer was something they just weren't able to do until their father had returned. As she brought up Kalecgos, and even praised him, a low snarl was let loose from his throat and he nipped at her neck a bit harder in a slight display of jealously.

It wasn't until Soridormi was mentioned that he became aware of who her chosen target was. "The Timeless One..." He hissed out after a particularly hard thrust into his sisters inviting folds, moving both hands to be on either side of her head as he held himself barely above her face, 2 fiery orbs locked with her Golden and Red ones. "That old fool has his head so full of sand he shouldn't notice his mate's absence until she's well in our hands." He began to sinisterly grin, hips grinding slowly to tease her no doubt aroused clit at this point while his thrusts slowed for just a few seconds before speeding up once again. "Very well...tell me how you plan for us... to get our hands on the Prime... of the eldest Aspect." He finally said to her between his firm, gaze never breaking with her own.
 
Onyxia's breathing had picked up. At this rate, he'd possibly even make her cum. She closed her left eye in pain as he knicked her, she wasn't going to lie about Kalec's good looks or his pure and adorable half-elf form. Onyxia watched him shift and continue to reform her insides as he found fit. "Like I said... I have an agent. A couple... tailing her, watching her... the angered bronze dragon will come at us fiercely, more so if we slay her... I am confident..." She suddenly moaned, clutching him tightly as she started to cum. Her horns began to force themselves from her skull, and her tail began to sprout and whip around violently. She couldn't contain her perfect disguise any longer, the heat was beyond her. Her nails grew a little sharper, her horns grew stiff and curved, but she was still gorgeous, perhaps even more so, now that some of her natural features were coming to light as well.

He would be ablet o tell quite easily that the woman had climaxed, her pussy had become a well oiled tunnel of warmth and there was no mistaking the felling over the glans and shaft of his member that she had been brought to her peak.
 
"An Agent..." Nefarian began to speak once again but was cut off before he could continue. He felt her nails grow longer as they dug into his flesh as if to root him to her. The feeling was intense to say the least, his eyes closing for a second only to open them and see her new appearance; the appearance he'd grown use to seeing since they'd both matured thousands of years ago. He found his thrusts quickening at the sudden warmth that surrounded the hard rod pistoning in and out of her. He'd been near his own climax before hers and he held out for as long as he could, no more then a few more seconds after he'd felt her peak that he buried himself into her with one last hard push.

His felt his sac twitch and his muscles grow taut before jet after jet left him and flooded his sisters pussy and womb both. He'd felt her legs slip off his shoulders when his body had tightened as he came and he didn't pull out even as he finally came down from his own high. He could feel the mix of their juices beginning to seep out of her, letting himself slowly lower back down to just above her face once again. A slight smirk couldn't help but be on his face. "Then the sooner we can get ahold of Soridormi, the better." He said as his breathing finally evened back out a short while after the first climax he'd had in quite a few decades.
 
Onyxia reveled in his climax, letting her body lazily slump over the bed after he was finished. "If this doesn't make me pregnant, nothing will..." She turned on her side and lifted her ass from the bed, crawling off and stretching her arms upward, beads of sweat decorating her forehead. "I will give word to go through with her abduction. Perhaps you can enjoy the Timeless One's woman before sending him to his death?" A small black drake flew in, like a mosquito, trying not to disturb either of these powerful dragons. It was no larger than the palm of Onyxia's hand. She brought the dragon close to her lips and whispered. "With haste, little one. Your role is now integral in the revival of a king..." She looked at her clothing on the ground but felt quite comfortable with her beasts exposed and her skin uncovered.

The dragon turned and with impressive speed zipped right out of their sight. "And so it begins..." Onyxia said with a smile, "This will work. If we are smart and play our roles well, this will work." She picked up her clothing after all, and covered away her beautiful secrets. Nefarian had no claim to her any longer, of course she wouldn't tell him. A pawn like him needed to hear his name as importance to happily do what he was asked. She'd have him deliver the final blow, so if Nozdormu did find rage, it would be mostly directed at Nefarian.

Onyxia walked towards her book and opened it, her pussy still quite full of Nefarian's hot elixir. She flipped through several pages, almost looking like the a mage of Kirin Tor, the scum of Dalaran in it's worst manifestation. Her horns hadn't reverted yet, neither had her tail. Among kin, maybe she was more comfortable.

Elsewhere and some time later.

A man with black hair and dark brown eyes watched carefully, six others with him. She was there, gathering components for her incompetent mate. Another man was with her, looked like an elf, golden locks of pure arrogance pouring from his soon to be crushed skull. The small black drake rushed, almost leaving a thin black trail as it zipped past many miles of distance to get to his ultimate location. The man and his lot, having followed Soridormi surreptitiously for several days now, listened to Onyxia's orders. A smile crept onto his lips, "Well done, child. Let us go."

Three black dragons burst through the skies, releasing powerful shadowflames which incinerated much of the lush green lands where Soridormi was gathering her herbs and components. She immediately turned, dropping her belongings as the elf with her revealed his draconic form, taking the shape of a well-sized bronze dragon. "My lady, return to the Master of Time! I will hold these scoundrels at bay!" He dodged the flames and flew high, charging one of the black dragons, as the other two quickly assaulted him with bites and flames. Soridormi was reluctant to leave him behind, "Wait! They'll murder you!" She said as the bronze dragon took flight. She then turned quickly and began to run. She stopped and in the nick of time pulled her head back, an arrow whistling by her face. As two men, including the first watcher and apparently Onyxia's "Agent" approached her.

"Come quietly, whore. We don't want to have to damage your perfect bronze tits..." Said one of the men, laughing as another arrow was fired, Soridormi dodging it and charging at the men. She had nowhere to run, she had to fight.

The tail... and then blood... a hind leg... and then blood, and finally the bronze dragon fell from the sky, three black dragon's making sure he was down for good. Then they turned their attention at the bronze whore fighting the men in elven form. Managing to at least slow a man down, Sori retreated briefly before yet another arrow whistled by her, this one tearing through the soft white flesh of her arm. She gathered what mana she had left and pushed her palm into the ground, creating a blinding light. During this time, the men were unable to see her much. The archer shot recklessly into the light, not caring if he hurt a comrade. When the light died out, Soridormi could be seen in dragon form, quite a distance away from them, trying to escape.

"Well... Lady Onyxia was right to select us." Said the agent, transforming into his draconic form. "Chasing live prey makes me feel complete!" He yelled, taking off powerfully along with the others. "Don't let her get too high up. We are dead if the Timeless One gets involved..." He ordered, he and another charging forward, taking pride in their speed. While one of them fired a shadowflare at Sori, the agent charged her, catching her leg in his maw as the flames hit.

Sori was hit hard, and went down even harder, caught in unison by the remaining dragons. The agent put his weight on Sori's head, threatening to crush her. "Submit." He said calmly, applying pressure and Soridormi starting to cry out in pain. He frowned as the cries may reach Nozdormu and kicked her head hard, taking her out of her consciousness. She reverted to her elven form and the other dragons did so as well, save for the agent. "I fly for Blackrock. You did well... men." He slipped his tongue over Soridormi, and slid her into his mouth, keeping her legs and arms caught within, without biting down, and took off.

Onyxia had just started a war.
 
The older of the 2 siblings let out a chuckle but didn't reject the pleasurable idea she'd come up with. Having his way with the Broodmother of the Bronze Dragonflight only to kill her and her mate...now that was an idea he liked the sound of as he thought about it more and more. It seems they'd be beginning immediately as the tiny Drake flew in and then flew out mere seconds later once his sister had given her instructions. He turned to look as she began to dress herself, walking over to begin to put the armor back on in preparation for what was to come. He kept himself silent as he stared, eyes narrowing somewhat. Perhaps he'd been in a rush when he'd agreed to this but she'd upheld her end and he would naturally use his full strength to uphold his in this deal.

He walked himself over to her, leaning down and peering over her shoulder almost looking like a curious whelp despite his age. He let a hand move to caress at the curved horns coming out her head, finding he much liked the look of them. "It's a shame you had to hide away your horns, sister. Such beautiful things they are." He said as his hand slid itself on one for a few seconds. He eventually pulled it away, going to softly grab her tail for a short seconds as well. He knew why she had to keep these things hid but he liked she'd let them out, even if it wasn't willingly, as he thought they completed the 'look' he thought fit her best. "Where's this ritual you've found, what's needed for us to be able to complete it?" He asked with true curiosity. He knew they had to hunt and kill an Aspect, he got that part but why was the question buzzing around in his mind.

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The Caverns of Time, home of the Bronze Dragonflight and their Aspect, Nozdormu. As always, the Aspect was deep in the depths of the Caverns...managing the multiple timelines from every possible outcome. His Prime had been at work lately gathering some things he'd requested since he was unable to do so himself. The ones that had kidnapped his mate were right, they would've been killed rather easily had he noticed his mates distress but luckily for them, the Timeless One was currently investigating a disturbance in one of the timelines and having something he didn't know about simply wouldn't do. It was his job to know...well, basically everything. He knew that their fellow brother Neltharion would be tainted and turned by the Old Gods 10,000 years ago, more specifically by N'Zoth but wasn't allowed to stop it because no one is allowed to meddle with time and what should happen, even the Aspect of Time himself.

This new feeling he got wasn't one he intended to let slip by.

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Back at Blackrock Mountain, Nefarian looked down from his Throne onto the still unconscious form of Soridormi that had been delivered by his sisters mysterious 'Agent' as she insisted on calling him. He held almost a bored expression at this. He had rather hoped she be kicking and screaming, would make things much more lively but he knew getting her across the entire continent would've been much more difficult with her awake. He did call for one of his workers from the Lab to come in and see if he couldn't awaken the female up any faster. He didn't know how long they had until the Lord of Time would show up after all and he did intend to have some fun with the Bronze Prime while she was in his and his sisters care.
 
Onyxia looked at Nefarian over her shoulder and smiled, "I'm glad you enjoy my features. I do too. Especially my horns." She looked back over the book. "I will handle the ritual. All you need to know is that Deathwing was not KILLED. He was sealed. Our father was much to powerful to be defeated, even with the remaining aspects all teamed against him. Perhaps he couldn't win that fight... but neither could they. So Alexstrasza quickly devised a plan to have him sealed. Nozdormu helped... so he is also responsible." She reached for her chest and circled her nipple with her fingertip. "I'm excited to see what a Black Dragonflight strike team can actually do against a high priority target like Soridormi." She flipped over a page, "So if Deathwing was sealed, the best thing to do would be to break the seal. You and I would never have enough mana to do that. However, if we follow sacrificial steps perfectly, we can use the blood of a similar lifeform to weaken a seal to it's weakest form." She sat down and crossed her legs, reading over select pages until they were visited by her agent, who placed the beaten high elf down before turning into his preferred human form.

"My lady Onyxia..." He looked at Nefarian and waited, then he bowed deeply, "My Lord Nefarian."

Onyxia gasped when he arrived, seeing what gift he had bought her. "And the rest of you?"

The agent closed his eyes, "A couple got clawed up. No fatalities. She was not alone and he was a tough young bronze."

Onyxia looked at Sori with some disgust. "Thank you, I will reward you appropriately at a later time. I am pleased with your talent and leadership."

He knelt down, "Your praise is all the reward I need, my lady..."

"Now vanish. Keep your followers at the ready. The Bronze Dragonflight may be upon us in time. We must make sure my brother's home is not turned into a battlefield."

He nodded and turned, running off the balcony and taking a massive dive.

Onyxia approached Soridormi as if she would murder her. "Make her cry Nefarian. She'll make a call, a desperate call to her mate when you force her to. That will lead the Timeless Fool to us. I apologize for any damage you, or your mountain may suffer.

Soridormi's eyes slowly started to open. She wasn't bound, she wasn't silenced. It was risky, but it would instill a huge fear in her seeing two of the strongest black dragons ever just watching her gain her senses. She saw them and her eyes widened with a gasp.

"Blackrock Mountain... explain yourselves... Are you starting a war against my Dragonflight?"

Onyxia snarled, already wishing to tear her tongue from her mouth.
 
Once again, he felt some arrogance return to him even though she was talking about their father. Him and her were Deathwing's eldest children and that strength she spoke naturally ran through their veins, if albeit not at the same level of his own. The more she spoke, the more it made sense. Using the blood of another Aspect, one who was also involved in creating the seal itself, on the seal that held their father would mean it'd be weakened enough for the Black Aspect to return.

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While he knew what his sister said would be true, his Mountain would become a warzone, it would be worth it in the long run is what he had to keep telling himself. He didn't bother responding to Soridormi's question just yet. He instead walked over to his sister once again, his lips meeting hers in another forbidden kiss between siblings as he finally turned towards the Bronze Prime. "Oh I intend to do that and much more, Onyxia." He chuckled sinisterly towards the High Elf currently still on the ground in-front of the 2. "A War?" He asked as if it were rather comical.

He didn't answer and instead roared and given how close they were plus her still being dazed from the fight earlier, he knew this would be much easier because of it. Using his greater strength and weight, he let an armored boot of his fly out and land a hard kick to her face before that same boot came down on the back of her neck and kept the still disoriented Bronze Dragon down against the floor of his Throne Room.

Seeing as how she was currently on her stomach with her face being pressed down, it let him get access much faster than anticipated. The Prime's were strong in their own right but a beaten and still injured one was much easier to handle. He made short work of her clothes before they were torn off to reveal her backside. He could immediately see she failed to compare to Onyxia, failed in every way he judged her. He brought a hard boot down onto her lower back for nearly 30 seconds before finally stopping himself. He couldn't let himself get carried away right now after all. He did want to have his way with the Bronze Dragonflight's Broodmother after all, she was still quite the beauty even if she failed to measure up to his sister.

"Why don't we both have our fun while we have her to ourselves? Not like the bitch is living much longer anyway." He asked with a chuckle as he began to once again undo the armor of his, at least the pants and the boots. While he'd have like to take his time and enjoy torturing her...he knew that wasn't something they had on their side. He was going to hurt her though, oh he was going to hurt and kill her before facing an angered Time Lord. Then they would unseal their father and it would just be an all-out war once that happened.

He dropped himself down, purposely letting his knees once again fall onto her lower back with a thud. While he knew he was aroused already, he couldn't help but inflict a bit of pain onto her before he'd finally decide to take her. He did grab her waist and let his armored fingers dig into her skin hard enough to draw blood, he used his other hand to aim and finally spear the female fully in one swift drop of his hips.
 
Soridormi frowned and seemed disgusted. "Incest... Somehow that doesn't surprise me coming from Neltharion's family of reject, disfigured dragon kin." She couldn't fight, not Onyxia and Nefarian at once. Even if for some miracle she did slay them, there were black dragons patrolling blackrock, and they'd murder her like they did her guard, hand selected by Nozdormu. She coughed out in pain as Nefarian attacked her, roughly feeling her clothing being removed. "This is what the once proud defenders of Azeroth have been reduced to? Incestuous rapists? Respect my pact with my mate and just kill me like warriors. My body will reject you with every ounce of my being!"

Onyxia closed her eyes and turned away. "I'm not here to have fun, brother. Enjoy your prize. I wouldn't taste her skin if she was the last organism alive... Call to your mate Soridormi... My brother and I will murder him... And use his blood to bring my father back." Sori's eyes widened, "Liar... Deathwing is no more..." Onyxia chuckled, "Let's see if you're fortunate enough to see him return." She nodded at Nefarian as if giving him orders like her so called agent. "Make her call him. Then use your own discretion, having her alive could give the bronze a reason to bargain. Killing her would keep her from rejoining the fight and the Master of Time may get reckless. A reckless old dragon is no threat to us..." Soridormi's eyes began to water. "You're both monsters... The other Aspects will have your heads! Kill me! I'll be avenged and I will be at peace!"

Onyxia watched her from the corner of her wretched (or blessed) eye depending on how you'd define beauty. "You'll see us tear your lover apart. From this world or the next you sack of filth..."
 
All the while Onyxia was speaking, her brother had already begun to ravage the Bronze female...quite dry was the entrance as he buried himself to his pelvis into her. "Oh I'll kill you alright..." He whispered into her ear. "...but first, I'm going to fill you up." He finished his whispering. By now he'd flipped her to be laying on her back...he rather wanted to see her face until he decided he'd had enough fun.

Nefarian brought a hard punch down into her abdomen as he once again found the slit he was looking for between her thighs and entered in a rough fashion. This wasn't like when he'd been with Onyxia, no this was anger being put out by him and nothing else. He began, by now having moved one hand to wrap itself around her throat while the other held her still for him and occasionally would give another blow to her abdomen, more specifically her womb. What good was a Prime if they were damaged goods after all? Having been with Onyxia hours earlier, he was still somewhat sensitive and the warm folds of the Bronze female were inviting.

He felt himself leaning forward to be a bit closer to Soridormi. "You claim we'll be killed by the other Aspects but you must fail to remember...it took all 4 of them to send him away before. What hope do they have when it'll be only 3 this time?" He let that sink in a bit more. "Don't worry your little Bronze head on it...you probably won't be alive long enough to find out." It was now he'd begun to feel himself throb already, an irritated grunt leaving him. Seems his fun would be shorter then he thought.

Nefarian let his grip tighten more and let it back off after a good while. He waited until he saw her face start to go pale, her eyes to bulge out slightly before letting her get enough breathe to not die. Another armored fist would brought harshly into her gut and felt her head and neck jerk itself upwards in the instinct to fold up. He felt himself unable to hold out any longer and pushed himself fully into her to release inside of her. Despite the fact he'd filled her, that hand never left her throat and the glint in his eye changed. He stood himself up while making sure he drug her with him, vice-like grip on her neck causing her body to be nearly a foot off the ground to be eye-level with him. ""Why don't you listen and go ahead and call Nozdormu." He began to speak. "It will be the last time you talk to him and you should be thankful you're getting that chance instead of outright throwing you into the hands of the Mortals down below, who would love to ravage you until death. Or perhaps throw you to the Labs of mine, see what experiments you could be useful in. All we'd need then is a Bronze Dragon and we'd have a nice supply of eggs." He said as the grip on her throat tightened while his fiendish grin grew wider.
 
Soridormi yelled out in pain when he entered her, her eyes shut as he thrusted inside it. It was painful, her womanhood wasn't ready to be pushed, but he did so anyway. "Big bad Nefarian..." She mentioned when he flipped her, her breasts bouncing slightly as her chest wasn't lacking, but it wasn't Onyxia's or Alexstrasza's chests. "You underestimate them." She watched him raise his hand and braced herself "Gugh!" She coughed, saliva exiting her mouth and dribbling at her lips. "You're a brave one, attacking a woman..." She froze as his grip tightened, her legs starting to convulse as she felt her life sweeping away. Her pussy was somehow very wet now.

Just as she felt her last second slip, he released her, and she was in hell once more. She closed her eyes as he shot his seed into her, groaning in disgust and pain. She was then lifted and asked to call Nozdormu. Cum sipped out of her slit, a slight sign of blood, and tears from her eyes.

Onyxia licked her fingertip and turned the page in her book, not even watching the spectacle.

Soridormi looked like she would submit. She tried to speak, and spit in Nefarian's face! "I see you enjoyed your time with bronze pride, cur... I barely felt you at all..."

Onyxia turned when she heard the jest, closing her book. And seeing if Nefarian would show restraint... Rape her again, or kill her. If he killed her, her plan would have been ruined... And she'd attack Nefarian immediately. She needed to call the Timeless One. After the call was made, he could do whatever he wanted.
 
"Your mouth says one thing but don't think I didn't feel the wetness of your pussy...being aroused by your rapist, I didn't think the Broodmother of the Bronze flight was such a whorish creature. Or is it the Time Lord hasn't been fulfilling his Aspect duties to keep his flight growing?" He chuckled though the spit on his face did anger him. His grip tightened as the dark growl left his throat, fiery orbs narrowing. He let his grip change, using his other hand to grab ahold of the back of her neck before slamming her face first into the hard, unforgiving floor. He knew she was too valuable to be killed...yet. "Underestimate them? No, I was there 30 years ago. We both know that with Nozdormu gone and out of the picture, their chances of successfully holding out against us a 2nd time is less than favorable." He hissed in reply.

He once again lowered himself down onto her though this time the shaft still twitching from seconds ago rubbed between her cheeks. "Tell me something then...since you claim to have barely felt me yet screamed when I entered you. What would happen..." He began, aiming and letting the thick flared tip rest against her puckered back door. "If I were to enter here? Would you tear, would you bleed...would you like it?" He snarled, words becoming mixed with more Draconic sounds. "Perhaps it'd be your first time...being taken by a Black Dragon no less." He chuckled and pressed himself down onto her enough to begin to feel her tight entrance give way to the forcefully invading organ of his. Pain...he'd make her know pain. "You're so confident in your mate yet you don't call him to come to your rescue? Who's the one lying to whom." He continued to taunt, one hand still gripping the back of her neck though made sure her face was visible to him.

He did happen to glance over to find Onyxia staring at the 2 of them, no doubt about what she'd said earlier to insult him. "Or perhaps you're not calling him because you're enjoying this. Maybe you want me to hand you to a group of males, see who'd tire who out first. You know how we Black Dragons can be...quite volatile." He whispered as he leaned himself down, his hard shaft pressing a little harder against her puckered entrance. He'd forgotten how much fun it was to have prisoners of War. That was a thought he kept having - was this Bronze bitch enjoying herself and just putting up a front? Or did she know what he said was true, that Nozdormu wouldn't live by coming here. Regardless of whatever the reason, he'd enjoy himself until she caved and called for help.
 
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