Dragonphetamine-Kingdomhearts/flightofdragons

She lofted her angular chin, expecting the visitor and yet still haughty and coating the miasma of arrogance and invisible venom round herself like a oil covering the ever flowing folds of her satin cloak. Through the rolling black storm clouds the red wizard and his companion broke through, mists of the tormented vapors dragging in ethereal tendrils off and away from them.

The red wizard stood halfway up a fearsome dragon's neck, his form secured steadfastly between three rows of cruel silver spikes. The midsection of the beast was bloated with built up fire within. The dark faerie's high arched brows climbed even higher on her forehead as the dragon released his flames with a guttural roar. The heat and light cast itself upon the woman in black even from such a distance- it was a powerful flame indeed.

The sound of claws scraping wood seared through the sky as the dragon perched itself upon the pointed roof of the tall spire, and the woman offered a thin lipped smile. She bowed. They were called evil, true, but that was no reason not to stand on ceremony.

"Welcome to my castle, Ommadon." her voice was like a pleasant, dry wine, and ever so polite.

The demonic figure atop the dragon sneered at the presented etiquette. He had last seen such formality from his brothers, and it disgusted him. They were such meaningless gestures. "You called me here, demoness," he said in a voice that was just as rough and callus as the dragon he rode. "What do you want, Maleficent?"

Ommadon, the red wizard, looked positively ominous to Maleficent- him in the foreground of the black clouded backdrop. An occasional blue flash of lightning would bathe them all in a pale glow.

"I want what you want, what we all want."

"And what, you painted Jezebel, would that be?" the question was punctuated with an arch of one eye, and the narrowing of the other.

"Ommadon," Maleficent spoke with false tone of modesty. "I'm offended of being called such things." But slowly another blood red smile curved her lips, this one much more scheming and unsettling. "Why don't you come down off that magnificent creature you mount, and I will tell you."

Ommadon seemed to consider this invitation, leery of any tricks, but with an exhaled growl, and a hiss from his beast, the dragon lowered his head. The Wizard stepped onto the balcony and was displeased to find that he was several inches shorter than his company.

"Now we may speak more intimately," said Maleficent. "What I want, Red Wizard and what you want; namely, The heart of Man, and for it to be bathed and gripped in darkness and self destruction. That's what you want. You want Man to worship you. You want an army. I want land. I want worlds to be covered in Darkness. I want imps that rape the earth of its resources. I want Hell to touch the sky."

"That's very interesting," Ommadon said in a mocking tone, before reacquiring his heavy, dark aura of malice and cruelty. "What do you want with me?"

"If you get the heart of men, and capture it in despair, man will have no time for dreaming. And as such, the Last Realm of Magic your brothers made so lovingly would wither away and die."

Ommadon blinked his putrid yellow eyes, now showing interest in Maleficent's long winded scheming.

"And with only you to inspire them," she purred, leaning into Ommadon's personal space. "man would surely destroy himself."

It was true, and oh so cunning, but surely, there had to be a catch? "What do you want in return for this information?" He asked slowly and suspiciously.

"Nothing," Maleficent assured him. "Its a gesture of good will. That particular seed of destruction, anyway." She turned her back on him with a grand fanning of the black cloak, staring past the parapet of the balcony into the vast, thorny domain that was her own.

"No," she corrected herself, voice a mix of strange apology and planned lies. "There is something I desire of you."

"Just as I thought!" Spat the Wizard, cloak sleeves flailing as he pointed a talon-like hand at Maleficent. "You conniving-"

"Oh, come now, Ommadon," She said. "You did not honestly think I had no price for my boons?" She could feel the heat of his scowl against the back of her Devil horned cowl.

"You have what you need from me, fittingly enough, it was only inspiration. What I need from you is far more tangible."

Ommadon's dragon let out an impatient roar, that voiced his rider's silent aggravation.

"I have my own goals and paths, Wizard, and I refuse to fall before those goals are realized. I know that you have experienced the ...inconvenience... of oblivion before. I've too, felt the cold nothingness, far too many times. I want your power, Wizard."

"What?" Ommadon hissed out at length, enraged and shocked. Undaunted, Maleficent continued.

"I want to ensure that I have infinite sources of myself. And for that,Bodies that will last when another fails. An army. A reserve," The midnight cloaked witch glanced over her thin shoulder, only her eyes visible over her devil's collar. "children, Ommadon."

Upon hearing that, the pair--wizard and dragon-- began to bellow with riotous laughter. Maleficent stood by calmly, waiting for the waves of hysteria to pass. She had expected two possible reactions: anger, or this very one which was the best she could have hoped for.

"Why would I want to join in such an unholy union, and create loathsome spawn with you?"

Now it was her turn to laugh. Throwing back her head, Maleficent let loose shrieking cackles like those of a crow, and Ommadon peeled back his cleft lip in a disgusted sneer.

"Why Ommadon," Maleficent said. "You're so very arrogant. I said I wanted your power. I never said anything about your body."

Ommadon was becoming quite agitated by the sly woman's games. They served nothing to endear him to her or her cause, and he festered on these thoughts even after Maleficent had sashed like a whispering feather over to him. When had she done that?

She was before him, achingly close and nearly touching yet not. She smelled of charred meat and dead roses and dirty ice.

"You will give me what I want, Ommadon," she assured him, quite knowingly. "And what I want..." Her red lips fell silent, and her own arch shaped yellow eyes languidly fluttered their gaze past the Wizard's star spangled collar, to the beast perched on the staggering spires of her castle.

"Bryaugh?" Ommadon said, clearly oblivious, what could she possibly find in his dragon.

Bryaugh himself drew his neck back in curiosity, silver lids blinking over his yolk coloured eyes. His ears focused on the woman now, seeing as matters concerned him directly. Clearly, he was an object of great importance to the witch. But why?

"In this form, I can only bear one, possibly two young at a time. A dragon can bear considerably more eggs in a clutch. The result is considerably more bodies, and more chances.

Ommadon let out a low, rolling murmur of comprehension. It made logical sense really, and it would do no harm to his prized beast. Ommadon could sense as well that Bryaugh was feeling virile. Since the pair had been barred from the Magic Realm, there had been no other dragons and no mating flights in which Bryaugh could take part.

Maleficent could practically smell the eager blood pulsing through the dragon and under his scales; he was ready, however Bryaugh required final permission from his bearing master.

Maleficent's gaze once again smoothed over to Ommadon. It seemed to her that his breathing had picked up pace. She crossed the wizard's path, voice floating to his ear from lips whose heat burned through his cowl to his flesh.

"You can get the pick of the litter."

Oh, the possibilities.

Ommadon allowed a hiss of daydreamy plotting to escape his lips.

Maleficent smiled wickedly, stepping into Ommadon's line of sight, before she began to shed her long, ebony cloak.

The blood moon cast eerily beautiful light on Maleficent's pale grey-green skin. She was sleek and proportioned and accented by the lunar light. She was steadfast and statuesque, straight, tall and proud. The curve of her rear was full and soft and inviting. As Maleficent walked, trailing her cloak behind her, the crescents of her rear brushed against the fabric, sounding off welcoming whispers.

Like a queen she stood on the parapet of the balcony, before rising onto her toes and leaning forward.

She dove.

Such sights were all Ommadon needed, to feed his own virility.

"Bryaugh!" He commanded, excitedly.

With a eager roar, Bryaugh launched from the tower, ripping lose rickety shingles and cracked mortar. Cresting the balcony of the castle, a wondrous creation streaked up past Bryaugh, and he took up chase.

Maleficent, now in dragonic form, let out a roar very much like a laugh, as she lead Bryaugh in chase towards the char coloured clouds. Just because she wanted him did not mean she'd make it simple.

Bryaugh knew it was a test. No female, no matter how desperate would just allow herself to be mated. Fitness and strength always needed to be pushed to the forefront.

Maleficent was smaller than Bryaugh, sleeker, and her scales glittered like tiny black enameled mirrors. She had a maneuverability that he lacked due to his sheer bulk and muscle, which rippled with effort as he propelled himself after his quarry.

The female had disappeared amongst the clouds now, and the male followed suit, ripping past them and above, before slowing to a light cruise and scanning the heads of the vapor for any shadows.
There. Her long back spines cut through the clouds like a shark fin and gave away her location. She was traveling steady and silent, unaware her spines were skimming past the celestial bodies.

Bryaugh dove.

Maleficent roared and a small flair of yellow and green flame burst from her maw as she was thrown by Bryaugh's girth by way of a full body check. She began to fall, stunned and knocked off balance.

The stream lined female tucked her wings close to her and bulleted towards the ground below, Bryaugh ever in pursuit. The wind screamed at the pair, its dagger chill stabbing at their eyes and nearly causing tears to flow from their eyes.

The ground was quickly coming up to meet them, and at the last moment, Maleficent spread her transparent wings and rode the currents upwards. Bryaugh mimicked the move, but his size prevented such aerobatics. Black thorns broke like dry, dusty bones against the hide of his belly as he grazed the tangles and brambles. With a determined roar, Bryaugh continued to follow as once again the female dipped into the cover of the clouds.

Back on the castle's spire, Ommadon continued to watch the fierce dance, his minds eye continuing to trace the eerie memory of human Maleficent's body. Were she before him in such a state right now, he mused, oh the things he would make the witch do! First he would press her against the jagged stone wall of the tower, pushing and forcing against her until it would be undecipherable where her body ended and his began. She would flow and bounce against him, the stones and mortar rending her once soft back raw with ribbons of flesh worn away from Ommadon's unrelenting lust.

These thoughts kept Ommadon from shivering against the high altitude's night, and these shared thoughts drove Bryaugh towards his quarry.

Maleficent burst through the cloud cover, quickly twisting her head back to see how close the male was. Bryaugh was no where to be seen, and Maleficent slowed to a hover, allowing herself a moment to recoup.

A gravel-on-Death voice above the female began to laugh, and Maleficent let out a roar of shock as Bryaugh winged past her from above, grabbing her slender, serpentine neck in his jaws as he passed, dragging her down with him.

The pair sank into the clouds and Maleficent breathed deep the cold vapors, which frosted her tongue and throat and made fire breathing near impossible. Bryaugh held her throat in a vice grip, droplets of blood peppering his tongue. Maleficent was choking.

She twisted midair, striking at the larger male with her sickle-like claws. Blood salted the clouds and it seemed that was the only permission they needed; they let out a terrible boom of thunder, and lightning arched over the pair, illuminating them in each other's eyes.

Bryaugh was victorious. He had Maleficent in his clutches and lust in his blood.

Maleficent screamed in protest as Bryaugh twined himself around her like a python to a mouse. His tail coiled around hers and bound it far from her legs and his neck pinned hers against his side.

Maleficent let out another pained keen as the male forcefully entered her, his wings giving a strong snap to ensure a secure thrust. She bucked against him in effort to ride the sensation, trying in vain to free her wings from beneath Bryaugh's hold.

Fire burned the rain away was Bryaugh began to land, Maleficent under him and helpless.

Mercifully, Bryaugh took care landing, allowing Maleficent to touch the ground softly. He then used the ground as leverage, pushing against the female with great strength, sliding further inside her.

Maleficent let out something that was a hybrid of a begging pant, and a whimpering hiss, her pride draining from her with each greedy movement.

Bryaugh's scales were already shining with rain and sweat, moonlight and lightning glazing his flesh in such a way that his muscles were visible. They rippled under his skin like fish breaking water's surface tension and Maleficent could all but resist stroking her tail against him, just to feel the strength and power against her. She shuddered against him.

Earth was upturned as Bryaugh clawed at it, looking for a good foothold but finding no purchase in the relenting mud. He was slick against her, rain wetting usually dry dragon skin, and allowing movement to be more fluid.

The pair writhed against each other, locked in a strange passionate battle which was part seething hatred and pair insatiable lust. Both had an arrogant need for independence, yet both also needed to feel one another. They both resented this need, and also resented the fleetingness of it. They both had an agenda.

Neither of them were thinking of such things, all that truly mattered were the feelings.

Bryaugh felt Maleficent shudder again, and quite without consideration, but feeling the latent resentment, he slammed a claw down on her maw, pushing her beak into the the mud. slimy wet dirt began to creep its way into her nostrils.

With her air passages cut a second time in so many moments, Maleficent lashed against Bryaugh, bucking against his strength and girth in a frantic effort to get loose. Bryaugh just let out a cruel laugh, letting the asphyxiation heighten Maleficent's panic, her awareness, her ecstasy.


She struggled against him violently, thrashing every bit of herself. Her large heart was raceing to panicking speeds, her lungs ached, and she could see sparkles beneath her eyelids.

Bryaugh forced against her again, his full body pinning her.

Maleficent gave a final, adrenaline soaked surge against the male, a choice that would cost both of them their senses.

Torrents of simultaneous rapture flooded through them both as they pushed against each other. The wave slipped from Maleficent's skin to Bryaugh's core, then rode his spine until it spilled back into the female, causing her to convulse and become a writhing mass in the mud.

The thunder sounded so distant now.

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Maleficent opened her eyes. It was daybreak now, and the rain had calmed to a light shower.

She lofted her head to find herself alone, the smells and feels and filth of the previous activities were long washed away. The dragon sighed.

After many long moments, Maleficent slowly rose from the undignified mud.

So the fine specimen and his vile rider had abandoned her.

She was alone, yet in possession of what she required of them.

Maleficent hissed in satisfaction. She had nest feathering to do.