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The Worldbreaker mused to himself, his eyes drawn on the destruction he had inflicted on the world only a few weeks ago. Yet, irony drove him back to that place… To that immense scars amidst the Eastern Kingdom.

He grumbled, feeling the bite of magic through his skin as more… Plates were removed. He felt the harsh wind, carrying the distant sea's sand and perfume. He almost stretched his wings as a reflex.

“Are you trying your prison, Deathwing?” asked a low but calm voice, a humanoid clad in brown robes with a bead collar around his neck. He was alone, so far above. He was so close, it would have been so easy to take a bite out of him. But no longer, and Deathwing exhaled.

“No. But I shall free myself of your pitiful bonds. This is but a prison!” commented the Dragon, his red eyes fixated on the Shaman as he placed another totem on the ground… And so, Deathwing felt weaker.

“You are right. You shall be set free. But not on your terms. You have wrought havoc; it is fair for you to fix what harm you have done,” commented Thrall, his voice clear and collected as he paced around the Dragon.

“I won’t collaborate with you! You shall suffer! You shall burn! You shall die!” he burst, turning to Thrall and showing his teeth… His gullet was full, but he couldn’t… Breathe fire.

To this, Deathwing grunted and lowered his head… Weak as he was. Powerless. The Shaman’s totem were not magic only; they were binds of a different nature, and they pulled onto him, his mind, his form. His Elementium plates had been removed, forcing his exposed flesh to heal due to the Shaman’s magic. One by one, the Shaman removed his weapons and weakened him. He stole his power, his might, his size. He looked no different than a whelp, now. His front legs were too weak to carry him, forcing him to stand on his hind legs and not lie down. And his wings… They were vestigial, nothing more.

“You will serve. And be given a purpose, Deathwing. But the harm you have done, it is not you who will correct it,” completed the Shaman as he placed another totem.

Magic sprung from it and hit Deathwing, making him scowl and roar in pain as… His belly suddenly filled with life and weight. It rumbled, its presence pressing on his guts while he tried to correct his posture.

But his pain, the true one, came not from his belly. But down. His dragonhood had been exempted from all the magic, his genitals still primed for another brood should he manage to find another consort, another female that would carry it and ensure his legacy. His organs were raw and hot, his leathery black testicles throbbing with waves of sudden pain as if something pierced them… Or was eating them.

“What… Are you doing? Insect! Undo this!”

“I restore the Balance,” said Thrall as they placed another Totem, and another pang of pain filled Deathwing’s groin. Whereas it was fire and pinprick before, it felt like a cold wind embraced his inside and assailed them, assaulted them until they remained nothing but coldness.

And so followed the rumbling in Deathwing’s belly, more insistent as long with that bloating sensation… Until he dropped on his back with his legs outstretched, his wings crushed below him, and his… parts revealed.

“What are you doing to me? Draining me? Cursing me? I SHALL UNDO YOUR BINDS!”

“I am making you fertile. Deathwing,” said Thrall as the rumbling within Deathwing worsened. His bowels moved, ushering something that was big… And… heavy… And hard. And unnatural. He growled, feeling the pressure that was a novelty as it pushed within the lower reaches and… It passed his sphincter.

Here it was, crowning from his dark but tight orifice: white as snow, glistening with musky fluids, rotund like the many he had sired. An… Egg. An egg he tried to clench and force back inside out of shame. He attempted to contract his orifice, but the egg didn’t slip inside. Instead, the last squeeze was enough to force the egg up and slide on the scales… Until it landed by his tail.

“You… Dare use that magic with me? There are consequences to this! I- Shall! Destroy it!” shouted Deathwing, raising his tail to smack the egg. But the binds suddenly activated, restraining as Thrall approached, stripping from his robes.

Before him, the burly Orc exposed his muscular and fine body for a mortal, his Orchood standing proud and stiff as he climbed on Deathwing’s hips and tail, bending one knee near the tight pucker.

“The consequences are not for me. Do you feel it, Deathwing?” asked the Shaman, reaching for Deathwing’s round testes. And under the touch, they seemed… Softer, less rigid. They were deflating.

“Their… Life,” groaned the Dragon, feeling the Shaman’s fist squeeze them and only the faintest sensation return. And no erection; his cock remained within the sheath, soft.

“The potent life that churned within will be bestowed to your brood, purified of your influence. You will correct the harm you’ve done by breeding a new generation.”

“I… Won’t accept this!” thrashed Deathwing, snarling and snapping his neck left and right. But his binds didn’t budge, and so did his body, which was swollen and swelling from the growing eggs. He was so heavy, so weak, so… Powerless. And it was all due to that Orc, to that worthless breed. That shaman who had dared to claim his old title for himself.

And he roared!

Deathwing roared, emptying his lungs as hot air escaped his throat. But nothing more. No spark, no flames, no inferno. Nothing but air carrying the Dragon’s nasty breath as the orc scowled back.

“This is done, Deathwing. The worldbreaker is no more. This is your fate. ” said Thrall, his fingers going from the scrotum down to Deathwing’s orifice. He gripped the rim with three fingers and pulled on it, allowing another slime-coated egg to crown.

“I will prevail! And sooner or later, your magic won’t work anymore! You’ll discard me! And I’ll regain my power!” boasted the black Dragon, his red eyes brimming with malice… Before, it was with pain, pleasure, and despair he watched the Orc’s fist punch into his guts to pull the egg out.

Deathwing gasped from the shock as the Shaman presented the egg to the Dragon before he set it aside and approached, his long and heavy manhood prodding the tight orifice.

“No. Once I have used every parcel of your remaining power and Dragonhood… Orgrimmar will be your home. My kind will use you, fill you. Day and night, you will bear our seed until you are full. And then, we will use that new life to breed more eggs. You won’t be given respite, Deathwing. For all your crimes,” said Thrall as his shaft poked the hole, delivering a fat glob of precum onto it.

Then, with a movement, he slathered that precum onto the orifice before he shifted his position. His arms surrounded the Dragon’s scrotum, pulling on it as a support. He lowered his knees and legs, and his Orchood… Slipped inside.

The sensation was alien to Deathwing. His entire body shivered from the sudden invasion of his privacy and the sudden upward rush against his guts. He trembled, shivered… And even whined.

“Already breaking, Deathwing? The Worldbreaker is weak,” chuckled Thrall as he pulled out… By doing so, his elbows gave Deathwing’s nuts a firm squeeze, eliciting a moan… And a spurt of precum came right from the Dragon’s sheath.

“I am… not,” moaned Deathwing, yet feeling his feeble grip on reality slipping as Thrall went back inside and started a slow, brutal, and deviant back and forth.

From the pistoning hips, a movement went upward Deathwing’s guts, shaking the eggs as they pressed against one another, sending faints echoing right up to his belly. A sensation that was as odd as the pleasure from the orc’s cocktip nudging his inner walls and nearby prostate.

“Hhh… Pull… it out!” growled the Dragon, gritting his teeth as he felt something rise within his body. Something he hated and didn’t want to feel.

“I won’t,” chuckled Thrall as he gave those balls another firm squeeze, their deflating flesh giving no resistance whatsoever.

“PULL IT OUT! I… DEATHWING ASK YOU!” shouted the Dragon in despair.

“Beg.”

Deathwing watched Thrall continue his back and forth. Faster… Stronger… More intense. The Orc’s precum started to pool within him, like a flood of intense consequences. Did he drain him for that purpose, too?

“I- WON’T!” cried Deathwing, about to roar as he stopped.

Cum… he… Came. But no semen followed. His rounded eyes went on his cock, still nestled in his sheath. And then back to Thrall as white fluids started to drip around his hips. He came… He came like a fountain, and that white scalding fluid pressed on and up. It stretched the skin, and forced his bloated belly to grow bigger.

And at its culmination, Deathwing could barely see Thrall. But he heard his chuckle and felt that dick plunge once more in his hole.

“You will break. Worldbreaker.”