Nefarious Adventure
By Evil Orange Crayon
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters present in this story, whether they are owned by Disney or other folks.
Warning: This story has adult material in it, there's a little bit of a line that I danced on in this chapter. Some definite non-con related material though it doesn't go full blown kind uncomfortable moment. Figured it'd be safe to note it.
So, in the event you were unable to guess just who Victor Nefarius is, I'll educated you. Victor Nefarius is none other than Nefarian, or Blackwing, a raid boss that appeared in Blackwing Lair and Blackwing Descent in the popular mmo World of Warcraft. If you are a player of the game, don't worry. I am not at all making an Enchancia/Azeroth cross over. I'm just borrowing Searing Gore and Burning Steppes and the black dragon-flight. I promise. If you are unfamiliar with the character and my description of him wasn't very good I highly suggestion you just type Victor Nefarius into google images search and see what I meant when I said, "hm... he is smexy." You might also see other familiar names, some are characters borrowed for the moment others are because well... I just needed a name.
There are really no rhyme or reason here to these. They're things that kinda struck me as I was writing the main story and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote them out. I saved them and hadn't intended to post them until I got a message from Jessebelle pleading for some Cedfia. I couldn't tell her no!
Just as a warning, the Cedfia is at the end. You do have to read through (or skip it) a Victor PoV. Sorry, I know you guys hated him, but I loved him. I dig dragons like that.
Extra scenes (scenes from someone else's pov and whatever just floated my boat at the time)
Cedric PoV
'I was right. I was right from the very beginning.
He's a dragon. And he's the most evil thing I have ever laid eyes on.'
He stared blankly at the page she had written on. It wasn't information he expected to find. He expected to see complaints. He had hoped to read that her husband was inapt or despite his attractiveness he was lacking in other areas. He didn't expect to read that the king had married his youngest daughter off to a bloody dragon. How could he possibly compete with that? He wasn't a bleeding knight! He was a fool when it came to combat. There was no chance that he could come riding in on some white horse to rescue her.
She was truly lost to him.
How could he hope to save her from the monster? He had to be sure, he struggled to find a quill and his inkwell then quickly wrote down a response.
'You're serious? I'm a fool for not believing you when you came in here the first time thinking him a dragon!' "I'm such a fool! A bloody ignorant fool!" he cried out aloud. 'How can this be true? How the hell are we supposed to get you out of there? I'm taking this information to your father. I will,' he paused at the thought. If he took his journal to her father he would see everything that they had discussed from the creation of the linked journals to his foolhardy admission of love to her. It's likely that it could end with his neck in a noose. He'd have to chance it, he couldn't allow her to spend another moment in the hands of that beast. 'I will contact every sorcerer I know in the tri-kingdom to figure out a way to get you out of there!'
He summoned up a scroll and began to hurriedly write down a missive, trying to think of who all could help him. "Mother!" her barked towards the portrait. "Hurry up, Mummy this important!" A wave of his wand and he shot a short bolt at the portrait so he was sure she would be aware of his call. Once he was done he made copies of the missive and a flick of his wand they were out the open window to the various royal sorcerers he could call acquaintance at the very least.
"What is it, Ceddy?" his mother sounded tired as she came from the portrait. "It's rather late, dear."
Text appearing in the journal distracted him and he looked at it before he could explain his reasoning for calling her. 'I saw him turn into it. He dwarfed the dragon we saw when we created the reservoir. He was three times its size. I'm not even sure the sheer number of dragons that are here, either. They all wear faces that are human or elf. Even if I manage to escape it will only bring trouble to Enchancia. We will have to find a way to protect the kingdom. I don't think he'll just let me go.'
"He married her to a dragon, mother," he snapped at last turning to look at his sleepy eyed mother. "The buggering King married Sofia to a dragon!"
"Oh dear," she looked pale and backed back against the portrait. "What can we do?"
"I'm taking this to the king," he picked up the journal and shook it at her. "I'm going to let the fool know just what he's done! And we are going to find a way to get her back!" He stood and picked up a wand, waving it at his journal so the text would appear to anyone that might read it. "Tell father, we have to get ready because we will be getting her back," he didn't wait for her response. He threw open the door and stalked out of his tower into the main castle.
It was quiet, the castle had been so quiet without her here. It's like every servant missed the little ray of sunshine she would bring into the castle. He knew he did. He stalked towards the throne room, not brave enough to go find the king in his private rooms. When he entered the throne room he found it empty, as he expected.
"Cedric?" the castle steward seemed to appear, like magic. "What are you doing here? It's late the king is no longer accepting petitioners. If you need something it can wait until morning."
"Oh I've waited long enough, Baileywick. Fetch the man! Tell him this is of dire importance and hurry up about it."
He looked confused for a moment then noticeably cross, "Now I'll have you know that he has retired for the night-"
"-And I'll have you know that the bugger has put Sofia in the hands of a monster!" He waved his journal at the other man as he struggled to keep his temper. "I will not wait until morning, the bastard needs to know he's done now!"
The steward's expression went from angry to concerned quickly, "Sofia's in danger? I will go get His majesty immediately. But you will adjust your tone. You won't speak to him like that."
"I will contain myself while you go fetch him." He had just enough time to try to rein in his temper then the overwhelming fear started to eat at him. His princess was placed in the hands of a dragon, oh what a fool he was! He told her to accept, he sent her to accept this monster even when she was determined something was wrong. He was barely able to contain the wail of failure that threatened to rip it's way from him. He ignored her worries and thought them trivial. And still she loved him.
Or perhaps she didn't anymore. Not after all the unspeakable things the monster might have done to her. He had to know. No. Wait. He didn't want to know. He couldn't face the knowledge of what the beast had likely done to her. How he had probably defiled her light!
He clenched his head in his hands and struggled to contain his despair now. Why wouldn't she run away with him?
"Cedric!" the king's voice boomed into the room before he did, the man was in his light dress shirt and tan trousers. He looked extremely upset to be interrupted and came into the room like he was the center of it. His wife, the queen, trailed just behind him. She had already dressed for bed and was wearing a laced house coat to cover her night dress. "What's the meaning of this? It's late and we were getting ready to retire for the night."
Unable to speak, feeling the fear that weighed on him whenever the king was in his presence he shoved his journal at the other man. He took it then looked perplexed, "I-it's a journal. It's linked. Sofia-Princess Sofia has another that it is linked to. We have been using it as a way to converse with one another," he shook his head then waved his hands. "B-but that's not what's important. Y-you married her to a monster!"
"What?" the queen snapped, stepping forward to look at the journal as her husband opened it.
Of course he would start at the first page, he watched in horror as the man read the part he was dreading him to see. "You love her?"
He quickly snatched the book back and opened it to the appropriate page, "T-there is where the conversation starts about what Prince Victor truly is." He thought it was best to ignore the accusation in her father's voice. "That is the important part you should be reading."
He watched as the king and queen read the conversations together. He watched the queen pale, her hands coming to cover her mouth, her eyes looking up at him as she digested the information. "How could this be?" the king demanded. "How would he be able to hide something like this? And keep it hidden for so long?"
"She knew something was wrong and we didn't believe her," her mother's voice quivered as she seemed to make the same connection as he did. "How could you do this?" She wheeled onto the king. "You knew she was afraid and you knew she didn't want him, but you forced her hand anyway! You made me," her voice cracked with emotion, "Pressured her into this!"
"Miranda!" the journal was closed and the king immediately changed from the indigent pompous ass that he was, to the rightfully fearful man he should be. He could see the queen burning into a mother bear before his very eyes. He hoped that she gave the bastard his just deserts, "I had no idea! Really, you can't expect me to have known! He wanted simple things and was willing to overpay for the rights to the land just inside our border!"
"It was too good to be true," she snapped at him. "Roland," she growled at him now, stepping close as her voice took a dangerous tone. "You will get my daughter back. You will do all that is in your power to do so." She turned to him now and he blanched, because as much as he had enjoyed watching her strike fear into the king it was a whole another circumstance to have that rage pointed at him. "Cedric," her voice was icy and dangerous, he found himself fearing that she would demand his testicles on a silver platter. He wouldn't hesitate to give them to her, he wasn't that much of a fool. "I want you to do all that is in your power to help him get Sofia back." She charged him as if she expected the king would fail. He wasn't sure how he would succeed in getting her back.
"Y-yes, my queen," he stuttered. "I have already contacted my mother and father. I've sent out missives to… to a few sorcerers I call friend. We will get her back."
"I'm going to write to Victor," the king started somberly and turned to leave. As if writing a dragon a letter would do anything useful.
Victor PoV (Don't lynch me!)
She was wrapped around him tightly and with each thrust into her it was as if he were coming closer and closer to paradise. It was too sweet to end it too soon so when he felt the tightening in his balls and the throb of his cock told him just how close to paradise he was he stilled. The girl beneath him whimpered and the hold on him tightened to the point that he nearly saw stars. Her hips bucked up against his and he gasped, his eyes clenching closed as he struggled to maintain his control. He wasn't ready to let go just yet. She bucked again and he groaned lowly.
With an effort, he grasped ahold of one hip and stilled her actions. She had started to grind up against him and squeeze him in a way that would soon be milking him of his essence if he allowed it. It wasn't often that she made an effort to pleasure him, not since he brought her home to the mountain. Any time she did, he knew it was in effort to finish off whatever sexual experience that they had together faster. She didn't like it when he drew it out. It should insult him to know that she didn't want him as he wanted her. It should infuriate him after all the great pains he took behave himself. But, it didn't. He had come to realize after he had her in the carriage on the way home that he had foolishly pissed away any real chance of winning the princess over. All that seduction, easing his way into her bed had been for naught when his patience wore out.
"Not yet," he hissed lowly at her. "Not yet, not yet." He wouldn't be able to win her over, pleasuring her like this. She wouldn't be impressed with his immense power or his knowledge of how to play a female body. He no longer had a chance to truly make her his in every way. But, he could still keep her. She didn't know what he truly was, as far as he could tell.
"How long do you intend to draw this out?" she whimpered beneath him.
He looked down at her, seeing her features drawn together. Her dislike of him plainly on her wounded him in a way he didn't like. He didn't love her. No, he didn't think he was capable of love. But, he wanted her. He grinned at her and began thrusting again, "I could be here all day." And he couldn't seem to get enough of her. He leaned down to rest against her, his elbows keeping his full weight off of her. "If it were feasible I would stay right here. With you wrapped around me," he purred before capturing her mouth. He kept up the rhythm, pulling her arms up and forcing them around his neck. The desire to have her hold him coming from nowhere, but he wanted it and he would have his way.
The grinding of his hips against hers and his plundering of her mouth soon had her cresting again. She clung to him, involuntarily, but it was still delicious to have her fingers digging into his shoulders as her orgasm hit. He had to stop again, sooner than he would have liked, as his cock started throbbing once more demanding release.
But, not yet. Not yet. He didn't want to give up this sweet hold she had on him. He released her mouth and shifted their positioning, pulling from her embrace and shifting her legs up so they were hooked over his shoulders. He was seethed deeper and he quaked with effort when he started to thrust again. Damn everything else. Damn everything he needed to do. All he wanted to do is keep fucking this beautiful girl for as long as his stamina would allow him.
Dragons had surprisingly good stamina.
He felt throbbing of his cock return and he started to slow, until a noise distracted him. Did the door open? Who was fool enough- "I said I wasn't to be disturbed," he would rip Obsidia and Insidion to shreds for this. Surely they could manage a day-
"Oh but dear Nefarian," he ground his teeth together at the sound of her voice. "It's been months since you have paid your dear sister a proper visit," Onyxia entered his bedchamber as if she were truly the ruler of his mountain. He growled with a seething rage he felt building in his chest. It boiled like lava. "Brother, I heard you were married! And I was so sad to find out that you didn't deem it necessary to invite your favorite sister," he glowered over his shoulder at her, seeing her demure expression only to have it ruined by a cackle. "I thought I would pay you a visit before I go inform mother and father of your grand affair!"
He snarled, he could feel the hold on his human guise wavering, but he couldn't help it. She knew what would happen if their father found him in the arms of a human. He could see it in her eyes and the mocking way she looked at him. "Onyxia," he ground out. "This is not an opportune time," he tried to gain control of himself, not wanting to snap and hurt the girl that he was still seethed within or expose his true nature to her. Not yet, not yet.
Of course, this was what she intended when she traipsed into his rooms. He was sure she could likely smell the scent of their coupling from the hallway. "Oh, I see that you are busy entertaining yourself with your wife," he smelled the girl's terror and he knew his sister did as well. "And while manners would have me come back at another time," his sister went on as if she weren't aware of the girl's fright. "I am sure you would steal away my new sister in law to prevent me from being properly introduced."
He would, he looked down at the girl that was wrapped around him and he found that he would have to. She was likely here to kill the girl. If not she would go to father with the news of his infatuation with a human girl and he would take great pleasure in tormenting her to death. He couldn't have that. She was his! He growled at his sister again and tugged himself free of Sofia's firm grasp on him. He regretted it almost immediately, his testicles hurt and he throbbed painfully. Oh, he should have given in to that release before his sister sauntered in. The girl folded and struggled to cover herself, trying to preserve some shred of modesty, as he stood to face his sister. He snatched up her arm and held onto it hard, trying to keep himself human. "I will not allow you come in here issuing threats to her or me," he growled at her.
"Oh," she smiled at him knowingly, "I didn't come here to end the girl, brother. How petty do you think I am?" Though she smiled he could see her and feel her begin to challenge him, she would expose them both in this little room. It was likely it wouldn't accommodate her true form, but still he saw her threaten him with it. "I just wanted to see what it was that had you acting so careless. And low and behold I hear that you have wed yourself to a human. You," she laughed lowly at him. "How surprised I am. Though," she looked to the girl still on the bed. "She is a pretty one, so I suppose I see how you managed such a thing."
He gave her a sharp jerk, "Enough!" He pulled her away from the bed and tried to put distance between his sister and his princess, "This is not something I wish to discuss here." He couldn't let the girl know. She hated him, with just cause really, but he couldn't imagine her reaction if she found out. He couldn't give up the sweetness of her. Not yet.
"Oh?" She must have sensed his sudden desperation. "What kind of web have you wove now?" He allowed his claws to grow and dig into the tender flesh of her arm, breaking the skin, "You have secrets, do you?" There was a twitch of her features as he began to hurt her, "If you don't wish for me to expose them, dear brother, I would suggest you let me go. I would very much hate to turn this into a fight, wouldn't you?" She challenged him again, the fool did. She couldn't dream of besting him, but that wasn't the point. She challenged him because it she would transform here and now to tear into him.
He released her, unable to keep the defeat from being apparent. He couldn't risk Sofia being hurt. He wasn't done with her yet. He left his sister, his claws slipping back beneath skin, and went to sit heavily on the bed. He felt his princess's eyes boring into him, he couldn't look at her. For once, he found himself fearing what he would see. Accusation? He had seen enough of it. Hate? It shouldn't bother him to see that, but he felt it would. Perhaps she would finally realize what he was. "Behave yourself," he grumbled, trying to not seem petulant, "I owe you nothing you have gotten every egg back from me so there is no need to be aggressive." She had also ruined several experiments and nearly killed his alchemist, again. He wasn't sure he could bring back a human soul from the land of the damned more than once, wasn't eager to try it.
He watched her preen for a moment, before going to see to his princess. "Dear brother, that hardly makes up for it. Though, I will say," she shot him a look, "that I took out a good amount of my rage on your alchemist. I left him alive, or if you call what you did to him life," her disgust for Maloriak was apparent and she shrugged moving to sit close to the girl. "What a darling thing you are," her voice had lowered to a less mocking tone. "Tell me girl, what is your name?"
The girl stuttered out her name, "S-sofia."
"What a lovely name," he couldn't tell if she meant the compliment or not. One thing his sister had on him was her ability to play humans. He watched as she cupped her chin, the hairs on the back of his neck rising. If she were going to snap the girl's neck there was nothing he could do to stop her. He watched and felt fear. The girl didn't even know how much danger she was in. "Such blue eyes," she hummed and he wondered if she could see what had him so enamored. "Don't be so frightful, darling. With all his huff and puff, I did not come here to do you harm. Curiosity is all that I came here to sate." He didn't believe her.
"W-who are you?"
His sister chuckled and released her, he relaxed as he continued to carefully watch their interaction. "I am Nefarian's sister," he growled. The girl didn't know his true name. His sister cackled in response, "Katrana Prestor, sweetling. You may call me Katrana." The girl's face slackened at his sister's human name, he watched her and there was something about it. Onyxia saw it, too, "Have you heard of me?"
Her eyes connected with his and he couldn't place where the girl would have heard her name before, "O-only what Victor has told me." It was a lie. It was evident with the way she trembled.
"What are you playing at now?" his sister turned to him with a narrow look.
"We will not discuss it here," he frowned at her, though he couldn't tear his eyes from Sofia. Because she knew something. "Not that it is of any concern of yours. It will not affect you or any of the mischief you have created."
"I would hardly call toying in the political humdrum of a large kingdom mischief," his sister sniffed lightly before she turned back to his princess. "If anything politics is boring. Human kingdoms seem to be caught up too much on the small things that they lose view of the bigger picture. Consider yourself fortunate that you don't have to worry yourself with it."
"You're going to kill me?" the girl simpered out.
"No," he snapped without thinking and hissed at his sister, wanting nothing more than to drag her out of there and figure out some way to soothe the girl's fears. "That is enough," he bit out the words.
"Oh dear," she turned back to him and surprise was evident on her features, it looked real. "Did you see that?" she spoke to the girl as they both looked at him. "I think he meant it, too. Nefarian, what have you gotten yourself into?" He felt pinned. Did she see it? Was his sister able to see the mess he created for himself?
He stood, growling out, "enough! If you wish to discuss it, it will not be done here. Out!" He pitched enough power into his voice to have it rumbled through the room and he jabbed a finger at the door, causing it to open. "And I will see to telling you the details of my… my project. However, you will not cause her anymore distress or do anymore harm to it." He had to think fast. Surely she would buy the idea of halflings, wouldn't she? It wasn't a far fetched idea. Sure it didn't seem entirely likely, but if anyone were able to create them between a dragon and human it would be him. There had to be some use for them, too. Though he hadn't really thought that far ahead.
She seemed to see his struggle and didn't keep the laughter down, "Very well." she turned to give the girl another look, smiling as if she weren't a vicious killer, "You and I shall speak again, little Sofia. Don't you fret." A cold stone seemed to settle into his stomach, it was a veiled threat. She stood and started to walk past him, skimming just close enough to touch him. "You may want to make sure she has no means of escape or doing herself harm. I would hate for anything to happen to the lovely girl," the stone got heavier and he looked at the girl. Would she do herself harm? Sure, she likely hated him, but it was enough to make her want to kill herself? He found himself more afraid of that prospect that anything his sister may do to the human. He wasn't done with her, yet. He wasn't ready to give her up or allow her to part this world. "Don't keep me waiting, brother. I will be outside," his sister's words trailed out like her claws on stone.
He had to swallow his fears and look at the girl still curled up on the bed. She looked tiny and fragile and he thought the fear his sister instilled into him may be just. She looked as if she were capable of anything. "You will stay here," he said firmly, trying to keep his voice commanding. "I will be back shortly and I will allow your questions then. Do not," he hissed at her, trying not to sound desperate but the thought of finding her dead to her own hand left him feeling just that, "Do not do anything rash. I will explain when I get back." he started for the door, not caring about his nudity and barked out for the two he had set to guard her. "Obsidia, Insidion," the pair appeared out of nowhere, as if they could sense his stress now. "You will stay here and keep an eye on her. I will see to my sister," he couldn't keep from growling out his distaste at the idea of leaving her.
They affirmed that they had heard his command and he left them, stalking out to the balcony. The hot air that he walked out into did nothing to soothe his sensitized skin or his burning loins. His sister stood at the railing, appearing to be admiring the view. When she heard his approach she turned then immediately looked displeased, "Could you at least dress yourself?"
He threw out his arms and basked in her discomfort at seeing his human skin nude, "You interrupted me fucking my wife, sister. If the vision of me naked and excited disturbs you then you may want to reconsider how you approach me from now on."
She shuddered, but turned and waved it away. "What are you doing with a wife, brother?" her voice sounded disinterested, but he could hear her contempt. "You. Married," she snorted. "Such a human thing to do. Are you human now? Has being around the lesser races made you weak?"
He approached her, out here he could easily dispense of her if he needed to. There was no worry of his princess becoming harmed or exposed. "And here I thought you enjoyed humanity. Don't turn your nose up at what I have done, I'm well aware that you have laid your fair share of human men," he looked ahead out at the sprawling mountains. "I've done nothing wrong."
"How are the chromatic drakes coming, dear brother?" he bristled and tried to resist the urge to strike his sister. "How are your other projects, hm?" He turned to glower down at her. "You mentioned you had a plan for the girl, perhaps you should enlighten me. Of what use is this girl to you? Other than distracting you from business at hand?"
"Halflings," he said evenly, still concocting his the plan as they spoke.
"What about them?" she didn't sound amused and her skepticism was apparent on her human features. "Human and dragon halflings? Have you completely lost yourself in the arms of the girl?"
"Not completely, not yet anyway," he waved it away as if they weren't discussing his obsession. "But think on it. They're not any. What kind of power could they hold? Perhaps there's power there we don't know about," he rocked back on the balls of his feet as he considered it. "Think on the halflings we know about. The half orc that managed to win over a human king then bring the entire kingdom to its knees. Surely you're aware of that history considering that's the kingdom you are toying with." He paused to scratch at his beard, "There's something about the human makeup that seems to make them resilient. Yes, my chromatic dragons are something of a failure, but if I could find a way to mix in that resiliency from humans into them-"
"You can keep talking, brother, but I don't see sense in it all," she complained. "How does this girl come into play?"
"Obviously," he snorted at her. His sister never really enjoyed the science of playing with life. Creating new things from other things, what have you. It was disappointing. "I impregnate her, she has a halfling. We magic it into a proper vessel and I use it as a means to strengthen my other creations. It's simple really." It sounded simple enough, if she would buy it. He eyed her as she considered his words.
"I think you're using it as an excuse to fuck her. Honestly, I don't know why you bothered with the human ceremony. When have you been honorable? You could have just took her when you had to opportunity," she sniffed haughtily, as if she had any place to judge his choice in bedmates. She didn't realize he intended to keep the girl. He had his reasons and he didn't see her fit for him to defend them. "I'll give you a week, which is being generous since she isn't in heat," she sighed lightly. "Seven days, brother."
"That's hardly adequate time for anything, even if I fuck her daily," he complained then considering the options he had he found himself wondering why he was even humoring her. With a defeated sigh, "If it must come to this." In a flash of fire he expanded and took his dragon for, hoping to catch his younger sibling off guard.
He didn't have much luck, unfortunately, as soon as she realized what he was about she met him with claws out and wings spread as if she were ready to spring into the air. "Fight me if you will, but if you try to kill me who will be around to cover up your dirty work, brother? Do I really need to go to father about your nefarious deeds with the girl?"
"You will not," he bellowed and pounced. They struggled and she forced them to roll off the balcony, falling into the little valley below it. He was stronger though and managed to pin her. "You will leave my human be," he growled before taking her throat between his jaws, his tail whipping about as his victory drew near. "Do you yield or should I end you here, dear sister?"
"I yield!" she scrapped her claws against his side, looking for purchase that he wasn't going to give. "Get off of me!" She wiggled under him and he released her throat, peering down at her as he continued to hold her in a submissive position.
"You will not go to father about this," he warned lowly. "Next time I won't let go and I'm sure you can imagine what would happen after that."
"If you are foolish enough to do something like then you are foolish enough to expose your whole scheme to the humans!" she snarled at him. She never really did like being forced to submit. "Get off!"
Yay! Cedfia!
It had been nearly two months since she had returned to the castle. Several weeks after the dragon had come to call. In those weeks the beast had sent her several books and scrolls that he was charged with assisting her in learning the spells. The first was a scrying spell, something done easily enough. She took an ornate bowl and filled with water then enchanted the water to allow communication to a designated person. It was similar to the journals they had created together, though the dish would allow the girl to speak to the dragon versus simply writing to it. It was ingenious, but flawed as he saw it. What would happen if the dish of water were to tip over? There was something more … intimate about the journals that he enjoyed. That was, of course, until he changed his so others could read it. He would have to undo that spell if they were going to continue to use the journals. Though, it had been some time since she wrote in hers. He would still keep a watchful eye on his journal. Just in case.
Right at the present, Sofia was seated on her stool peering intently at a book from the Archmage dragon. He sneered as he worked on completing his duties, making various potions for the betterment of the kingdom. Making potions to ensure that the princess slept soundly without a nightmare's interruption. Calming potions, though he didn't entirely make an effort to ensure they worked. He knew the king wanted them in an attempt to foster some good will with his wife. As far as he was concerned the king deserved every bit of animosity the queen wanted to throw at him. He'd be damned if he was going to make the effort to help the bastard.
She had lingered in his tower, pouring over books with their official Dalaran seal and their emblem of the Kirion dragon had been ready to sweep her away and take her to the magic city. Or so he told her. He was ready to take his apprentice. He felt the bitterness settle in his stomach, the dragon would probably be a better teacher than he was. He would probably be smart enough to keep from allowing the girl to be wed to another dragon, a foul beast that would defile her.
"You look cross," she observed from beside him. Her words nearly startled him out of his skin. Since her return to Enchancia she had taken to being quiet, where as before she didn't shy away from starting conversations. Now she seemed more reserved. It pained him to be in the same room with her and not a word be said. But, he couldn't bring himself to pressure her for conversations. He feared what they might talk about. He wasn't sure he could bare to hear the foul things that had been done to her.
"Just thinking," he grumbled lightly as he stirred his cauldron. "How are your lessons going?"
"They're not really lessons," she argued lightly. "It's more so just reading." She sighed and sat up straighter, stretching so that her back made a sound pop. She looked tired and he found himself wondering she she had been sleeping or not. There was dark circles under her eyes and even after being home for months they were still there.
"Well reading is important. What are you reading?" Curious, he waved his wand at the wooden spoon so that it stirred on its own. He peered at the book she was reading, getting close enough so that he could read what was on the page. Close enough to get a hint of her scent.
He should have known what he would see when he looked over the page. Teleportation. The girl was more stubborn than a brick wall. He sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose, "I did tell you how dangerous this was, it's best you pay attention and read the instructions closely. I don't care how impressive the dragon made it look. He was a dragon, there's no telling how old he really is and how much practice he's had," he couldn't keep himself from griping. There was something emasculating about seeing someone else, different creature or no, easily perform spells that he had struggled with. Things he was afraid she would try and injure herself with.
She sighed and when he looked at her he spotted a smile tugging at her lips, "That is why I'm reading first. It's giving strict instructions and even going into gruesome detail about what could happen if I fudged it up."
He gave a slight nod and went back to glaring at the cauldron, even though it was apparent that she was very apt at spell casting he still couldn't let go of the need to give instruction. Perhaps he would never let go of the need to guide her. He wasn't sure he wanted to, if he didn't try to teach her or guide her through the new spells she was learning he was terrified of the consequences. Not that she would turn out to be a better sorceress than he, but that he would lose her. He still wasn't sure what kept her from going off to Dalaran with the dragon. The line of thoughts made his mood darken considerably quickly, something that had begun to happen often ever since she was wed to the dreaded beast. Was it something he would ever get over? None of the truly horrifying things happened to him. His heart tightened in his chest and he resisted the urge to look at her. She wouldn't appreciate his pity.
He continued to work in silence, working on making more of the sleep potions that she seemed to depend on. He wanted to ward her off of them, they could become horribly addicting, but he didn't have the nerve to. He wasn't sure he could with having an idea of what might haunt her dreams. She stood and walked out, he assumed to relieve herself. She seemed to only part from him long enough to sleep and tend to her physical needs. She would always come back into his workshop, sit down on her stool and lose herself in whatever new book the dragon had sent her.
At least she cared for him on some level to stay close to him. He wasn't sure if her affections were the same and he would be damned if he pressed her to know. He would be content with her company.
He heard her return to the main room of his workshop and only spared her a glance as he went about carefully measuring the belladonna. Just as he sprinkled the herb in he felt her little arms incircle his waist. She hugged him and he stilled, it was as if the world stopped and all there was just the feel of her around him. He dropped his wand and the clattered on the table then rolled off and hit the floor. Breathing became necessary and he inhaled deeply, still feeling her arms wrapped around his middle. He didn't resist the urge, didn't think about it, he turned in her arms and enveloped her in his own.
He held onto her tightly, fearing that the moment he might let her go that it would prove to be a fevered dream and she wasn't really there. He buried his face into her hair and inhaled deeply, basking in the silky feel against his cheek. "I never thought I would miss your bloody hugs," he admitted hoarsely.
"I'm sorry," she murmured lightly, her cheek resting against his chest and she didn't seem ready to release him. He wouldn't begrudge her, not when he was still clinging to her.
"Bugger off with those apologies," he ground out. "I'm not fool enough to imagine things would go back to the way they were before… before that monster got his hands on you," he leaned heavily against her, unable to keep up the hard front as he was faced with the knowledge of what the beast had done to his princess. He didn't know the details, but after the conversation with the red dragon posing as an archmage, he knew well enough. "You survived," he murmured against her hair. "You survived." It was said as an afterthought, something he was so grateful for. Her surviving.
"I did," she agreed, her voice sounding slightly strained. He wasn't sure if it were his own emotional failings that set her off or if it were just the bold step she took in hugging him. She released a shaky breath and pulled away just enough so she could look up at him, "I almost forgot how comforting it was to hug you. Before I would just hug you in hopes… in hopes you'd hug me back," a smile tugged at her lips. "Now, I didn't think I could handle a man being so close to me. But," her cheeks flushed prettily and he swallowed, not wanting to imagine the implications of her words.
"You are far more important than me getting a bleeding hug," he told her solemnly, though he had missed the press of her lush little body and the temptation she had always seemed to dangle in front of him before the foray into the nightmare she had lived.
"I liked hugging you," she smiled at him. "Especially when you would act all upset when I did it or wouldn't, but you would hug me back. Especially after Victor first arrived." She shrugged uneasily at the mention of her captor. "I have a favor to ask," she looked away, biting her lip as she did.
"What is it?" he prompted, brows drawn down together and his hands moving to rest on her shoulders. They seemed safe there. "No need to be bashful, Princess. You never were before when you asked me for favors."
She swallowed hard, still not meeting his gaze. It was concerning. "Help me," she started softly. "Help me forget him."
He blinked rapidly for a second, raising an eyebrow and drawing his head down closer to hers to make sure he had heard her right. "What?"
"I feel his hands everywhere," she said looked determined now as they spoke. "He took me when I didn't want him to, but despite everything I tried," her voice started to crack with emotion. "He still managed to get my body to betray me. Help me forget him. Help me by showing how sex is supposed to be when it's with someone I love."
"I-I-I," he stuttered, suddenly surprised and jerking away from her. "It would be the death of me," he said while swiping his hands through his hair. "Your father would run me through!" He looked at her, seeing her blue eyes glassy and fearful. Though it was probably from rejection than anything. It took her so much to ask for this, he was sure. He caved, not just because he had wanted her since she hit puberty. "Are you sure this is something you want? That this won't just make matters worse?"
"I've loved you for so long," her voice sounded small as she spoke, drawing closer to him. "I've wished you would notice my feelings and take me since I was fifteen."
"I don't need to hear that!" he shouted suddenly. Then he waved his hands, "T-th-this is a horrible idea, Princess. The consequences are terrible," he sighed then. Turning to his bubbling cauldron. He flicked his wand at it and the fire extinguished. "I am at your command," he looked back at her. "If you think it will help you through the ordeal then I will do all that I can to help you heal."
"I don't want you just to help me heal," she snapped suddenly, shocking him with her sudden tone. "I want you, because I love you. If you don't want me," her voice suddenly sounded strangled. "If you don't love me anymore-'
He didn't let her finish, he couldn't. He cut her off by capturing her mouth with his own and tugging her into a tight embrace. He kissed her carefully, though he had used it as means to interrupt the tirade she started he couldn't be forceful with her. Not after all she had been through. He tilted her head back slightly and her lips parted and invited him in. He garnered a taste of her then had only been in his memories since the last time they had been together, before she taken away.
It was enough to get him to forget any concerns he had before, he was seduced by the sweetness of her mouth and the smell of lilacs that seemed to cling to her. His hands tangled into her silky hair, knocking her crown to the floor. He pulled her close, feeling the length of her lush little body against his. It gave him an inebriated feeling, he had longed for her so long and how here she was. She asked him to take her. It was foolish for him to give in, but how could he not?
He pulled his mouth from hers and the little minx went to follow, "Not here. Not here." He drew in a breath, trying to get his muddled thoughts together. "They know my feelings for you. I wouldn't doubt that they would come to check in on at the most inopportune time."
"They know?" she blinked at him owlishly, her blue eyes dazed. He saw his want reflected back at him. She had been sharing the similar feelings. It made his heart ache, how long had she longed for him?
He nodded, "When you told me he was a dragon, I took my journal to your father immediately. Of course the first thing he saw was me being a bumbling idiot and admitting my feelings to you on paper." He tipped her chin towards him, resisting the urge to kiss her again, if he kissed her again he would forget the reason why he had pulled away from her mouth in the first place. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I've always wanted this," her voice was hushed like they were sharing a secret.
"Let's go somewhere more private," he said gently, he guided her to the door that separated his private rooms from his work room. "Give me a moment," he raised his wand and flicked it towards the door, the scrape of metal signifying that the door was latched now. Then he was leading her down to his bedchambers. He felt like he was dreaming. "You are asking me to do something to you that was forced upon you before," he said carefully. "I can't help but ask again, are you sure?"
"I didn't love him," she said sternly, her eyes narrowing. "He made me feel things I didn't want to feel. I want you to do that for me, make feel good. Show me how it's supposed to be when it's coming from someone I love and want."
Any apprehension he had clinging to him before diminished, she started undressing herself, much to his surprise. She wasn't going to give him much of a chance to argue or change his mind. Not that there was any blood left in his brain to think of any sort of protest. This was going to happen. He shook his head and pulled off his robe, hanging it across the writing table that took put a corner of his room. He untied the bow at his throat and watched as she seemed to zone out as she went to work on removing her dress.
He took off his gloves, then opened his vest and began working loose the buttons of his shirt. She didn't seem to notice. As soon as she had the laces loose, she pushed the sleeves of the gown off her shoulders and then off her hips, exposing her shift. She hadn't been wearing a corset, so when she pushed it off her shoulders he didn't get the opportunity to stop her. Before too long she was stripped down, save for her stockings.
She was perfection if he ever gotten to see it. Her skin was creamy and not a blemish was on her skin. But then, her captor didn't strive to harm her physically. All the damage he did wasn't something you could see. She stood with her head held high and her eyes challenging him. Like she was daring him to ask her again. He swallowed any compliments he might have considered giving her, she didn't want to hear them.
"I'm not worthy," he said instead, shrugging off his shirt and vest. "I don't match your beauty in the slightest."
"You're handsome," she kept him from saying more. "But, it's not your looks that attract me to you."
"I am undeserving of this gift," he said evenly. She shook her head in response and came to him, wrapping her arms around his middle. She felt delicious against him in nothing. His arms came around and he stroked his fingers down the length of her bare back, getting dizzy at the feel of her breasts against his chest. He thought himself undeserving, but oh how he wanted her.
She finished the act of unbutton his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers and opening it so that the only article of clothing that separated them was his pants.
She leaned up to kiss him, it was delicate and everything she was to him. Sweet and gentle, intoxicating like any rich wine. He could stand there kissing her without any care for consequences. Her hands wandered beneath his shirt and skimmed along his skin, he shuddered. Her touch seemed to set him on fire. He wasn't even aware of when his shirt hit the floor. He was so engrossed in her that he didn't notice his state of undress until she had his belt open and the laces of his trousers undone.
He directed her to his meager bed, pushing forward until they both lay across it. He pulled up and waited a beat, looking into those luminous blue eyes to see if there would be any objection. She touched him instead, her hands mapping out his thin chest and curling through the little bit of hair that sprinkled across it. It was clue enough that there was truth behind her words. He wasn't sure he had the skill of a crazed dragon, especially not after her words. But, he was determined to try.
He leaned down to kiss her again, her arms curling his neck and keeping him close. There was a certain type of pleasure about having her so close.
But, she had charged him with the duty of making her forget. He trailed down from her mouth, at first she tried to follow seeming too caught up in the taste of him. It was promising. He followed the line of her jaw, feeling lethal little fingers curling into his hair as he trailed open mouthed kisses along her skin. He made his way to a breast, catching the peak and swirling his tongue around it. She arched and keened as he did, seeming lost in the feelings he was providing. A tug of the hand in his hair directed him to the other breast and he worshipped as he did the first.
He couldn't linger for too long, though he could get distracted by the sheer taste of her. He drifted down her torso, feeling her breath quicken as he shifted off the bed and between her thighs. There was no telltale signs of abuse on the intimate area like he expected. She was beautiful.
He spread her outer lips and brushed his tongue along the length of her opening. She gasped out, fingers still in his hair and urging him on. He watched the reaction on her face as he feasted upon her, finding the bundle of nerves and sucking it into his mouth. She threw her head back with a low moan and he was encouraged to do more. Slipping a finger into her, he worked her until her hips bucked and she was crying out. Maybe he did have a chance of erasing the memory of the fiend.
He released her clit and crawled back onto the bed beside her, he kept thrusting his fingers into her. He was amazed by the play of emotions on her face. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked her hoarsely.
"I want you," she breathed as her hips rocked against his hand. "I want you in me," she gasped and her eyes clenched closed as she started to shudder.
She was quaking and clinging to his wrist. He managed to pull his hand away and settled back against her, arching one of her thighs onto his hip. "I hope I don't live to regret this," he uttered to himself. "I hope doing this isn't going to make you hate me," he kept on in prayer. "I hope this helps," he said at last before he took aim and thrust into her.
"No," she wrapped both her legs about his hips, meeting his thrusts. "You won't die," she gasped out. "I won't let anything happen to you," he managed a steady rhythm, as she struggled through her words. "I'll protect you and you'll protect me."
"Bugger all," he gritted out, trying to hold on longer but he was being swayed by her words. "I need you," he gasped out as he leaned back against her. "I need you to be my light," he buried his face against her neck. "I love you," he kept going, like the words were forcing their way out of him and he had no control over it. "I don't deserve you, but I want you so much."
"I love you," she gasped out the words into his ear. They were like the finest music. He shuddered and pressed his fingers between their pelvises to rub at her clit and try to force her over the edge. He wasn't as young as he used to be, he couldn't hold on much longer.
But, it was all too much. His hips stuttered to and he shuddered as the last bit of his control was lost to her squeezing muscles. "Blast it all," he winced, though he felt her shivering against him. He wasn't sure if she managed a completion with him. "You'll have to drink a tea," he grumbled. "The Archmage said you may be fertile after he reversed that potion. If I get you pregnant than I know your father would run me through."
"I would marry you," she murmured, her fingers brushing through his hair now as she seemed to not be bothered by the idea of carrying his child. "After all that's happened he wouldn't be able to protest."
He snorted and looked at her, seeing a glow to her features that he hadn't seen before. "Are you alright?"
She hummed, her eyes closing. "I'm tired. Do you mind if I sleep here?"
"Do as you will, Princess," he pulled out of her carefully, wincing. "I will guard you throughout the night." He shifted them further up onto his bed and coiled the blankets around them, as if they were snug in a nest.
"I'll be your light as long as you let me," she said in response.
"Then you'll always be my light," he kissed her brow and relaxed against her side.