Title: "A Game of Pin The Tail"
Author: Rebecca Bradstreet
Rated: NC-17
Archive: Sure
Summary: Magneto learns what The Dragon Goddess wants of him.
Warning: Bondage, blood and sex.
Disclaimer/Notes: The Age of Apocalypse Magneto, Erik Magnus Lehnsherr, doesn't truly belong to me he belongs to Marvel Comics. Rebecca Arwen Drake, The Dragon Goddess, belongs to me or I belong to her. That's an old argument we won't trouble you with any further. I am using // as thoughts, and ** as emphasis. It's not beta'd so all mistakes are my own. ;)
"A Game of Pin The Tail"
Rebecca Bradstreet (c) 2000Magneto was trapped in the strangest room he'd ever seen. It was vast and littered with gold and jewels. They lay scattered across the floor and stacked in the corners. It might have been the treasure room of the forty thieves but for two things. It had the padded walls of a lunatic's room behind the gold and jewels. Indeed, he hadn't noticed the padding until he had followed the chains that held him to where they disappeared into the padding on the walls. Its walls were padded and in the center of the room there stood a huge couch designed for a dragon to sleep on. He was held in chains inside the padded walls of a dragon's lair.
He couldn't remember exactly how he'd arrived in the strange room. He had been fighting Apocalypse for the fate of the world. The boy Nate Grey had attacked Holocaust with a piece of the M'Kraan crystal, and it was the last thing Erik remembered seeing before waking up in the dragon's lair. He had awakened to find himself in chains and nothing else. The chains ran from a collar at his throat shackles on his ankles and wrists to the padded wall behind him. The chains and shackles like the metals that littered the room should have bent to his will, but he found he had no more power in the strange room than any human.
He wondered who had brought him to the lair and what they wanted. Then she appeared in front of the dragon couch. She was garbed in a dress of gold and green her light brown hair escaping from a long braid in wisps. She strolled towards him casually picking her way through the treasure that littered the floor. As she came closer he could see that she had grey eyes that hovered on the edge of some other unidentifiable color. Blue? Violet? Green? Certainly, the green of the dress seemed to lead them towards green. When she stood just beyond the length of his chains she stopped to study him. What was she thinking? What decision was she about to make?
"Who are you, and where am I?" Magneto asked the stranger. She blinked and looked at him anew, as if she had not believed him capable of speech.
"Who? Goddess will suffice for now. Later, if you prove worthy I'll give you a name by which you may call me. Where? I should think even a man of Apocalypse's Earth could recognize a dragon's lair when he's held in it." She held her hands out in front of her, and conjured into them a lion's tail. It was a long golden lion's tail with a silver pin at one end and a black brush of fur at the other. He wondered what she meant to do with it, but more he wondered what she meant to do with him.
//If she is a goddess she'll only let me go when she's done with me.// Erik shifted in his chains. He hadn't felt so vulnerable since he was a child. He was naked, powerless, and chained before what? A dragon? A woman? A goddess? She gestured and he found himself standing at the end of his chains.
"Do you want your powers -- your freedom? You are *mine*. I *own* you. You don't know it but you were a gift from another goddess. She gave you to me to play with -- to be my toy. I will give you back your powers and your freedom but first you must play with me." She held the lion's tail up before his eyes and then trailed the brush lightly down his chest. His skin twitched at its touch. He couldn't pull away. The chains had frozen, holding him still at their length. He couldn't move his arms, his feet, or his head. He could only follow her movements with his eyes, his ears, and the tickling touch of the lion's tail.
She brushed the tail over his arms, and his legs. She trailed it down his spine just as she'd trailed it down his chest. "Is your freedom worth a little pain Magneto?"
He nodded his head unable to force any words passed the cold circle round his throat. She began to trail the silver pin over his flesh instead of the lion's brush. She ran it lightly leaving red trails not of blood but only of irritation. Then the motion stopped and she was holding the pin against his stomach.
"How much pain is your freedom worth Erik? How much?" She stuck the pin into him. The long silver pin slid into his flesh. It was a sharp pain that pulsed from the pin's tip. He gasped but he would give her no more sound then that.
"More pain perhaps?" She pulled the pin from his stomach and dragged the pin down his chest drawing blood with it. He could feel the blood warm and wet on his skin. He felt her warm tongue lap at it, suck at the point she'd driven the pin into him.
"Such silent strength. I'm not heartless. I can mix other sensations with the pain." Her mouth moved down his body from his stomach. She licked softly with the tip of her tongue. Warm and wet it tickled his flesh very differently from the lion's brush. She wrapped her mouth around his manhood caressed it with her tongue. Though he feared she would follow this pleasure with more pain he couldn't keep his body from tightening under her touch.
"See, I can offer a variety of sensations." She stepped back from him so that he could see her clearly. Her eyes no longer wavered in color. They had brightened to sparkling emerald green. The change that had happened to her eyes was only part of what she had to show him. From her back had sprouted great golden wings. They glittered and sparkled like the coins that littered the floor. Though he could see little more than the tip of the golden tail that now sprang from her body he knew it swished back and forth under the dress. Indeed, the dress seemed to fit her and not fit her anymore. He itched to tear the dress from her flesh.
"Oh, I know Erik. You want me -- want me out of this dress and under your fingertips. Patience, the game's not finished yet." Her golden wings unfurled he could still see their tips when she stepped behind him. The sensation that followed her movement from his sight was just what he'd feared, the silver pin cutting a bloody track down his back. The pain was almost nothing to him knowing it would be followed by that warm wet tongue. The pin stopped at the base of his spine and he tried to ready himself for the sharp pain of it being slid into his flesh. Knowing it was coming only made the pain more acute when she pushed it hard into his flesh.
"Is the pain a part of you? Does it pulse in you? Dance up and down your spine?" She no longer held the pin. This time she'd driven it into him to stick to hold the weight of the lion's tail hanging down over his buttocks brushing his legs. He whimpered not at the pain of the pin but the hunger for her that was growing now each time she spoke.
"Sensations, Magneto must have other sensations with his pain." She laughed as she walked around him to stand once more in front of him.
"You may take this dress from me as long as you make no move to remove the pin." He was moving backward the tension on the chains easing. She paced towards him bring them both inside the chains outer length. For one moment one fleeting moment he considered trying to pull the pin and the lion's tail it supported from his flesh, but his hunger for her drove the thought from his head. She stood before him holding her arms out to him and twitching the end of that hidden tail of hers. He grabbed two handfuls of the hated dress and pulled her towards him. Holding her close he could see the lines of her body under the dress.
He tore the dress from her body. It was made of some soft material that shredded under his assault. The body the dress had shrouded was warm and soft, but golden not pink. As he placed his mouth on her throat her shoulder her chest he realized her body was covered in tiny golden scales rather than human skin. He didn't care. It was soft and warmed under his touch. He ran his hands down her arms, her sides, and grabbed her breasts in his hands. Golden scaled their nipples still hardened as he squeezed her breasts and licked her nipples. She pressed the length of her body against his and whispered, "You *want* me Erik? Take me!"
He drove his hardened manhood between her legs. She wrapped her arms and legs around him balancing them with her great golden wings. As they began to rock he felt the lion's tail swish back and forth over his buttocks and his legs. His face buried in her breasts, his manhood buried between her legs, he wasn't watching that golden tail that had twitched impatiently for him. It curled around one of his ankles, slid slowly up his leg. He felt it dimly as it tickled his buttocks, slid under the lion's tail. Then suddenly it was in him, shoved in hard and deep just as he had buried himself in the Goddess. They were a circuit -- he in her, she in him.
They drove into each other -- over and over, harder and harder, again and again. Sometime in their passion she began to lift them off the floor with her wings. Driven by his hunger, riding on his waves of passion, the moment stole up on him when he was striving not only to feed his hunger but to reach beyond the length of his chains.
"You want your freedom *and* you want me. Will you give me your freedom to have me?" She held him. She had her arms and legs wrapped around him, his manhood between her legs, and her tail in him. At that moment it was all he wanted. He no longer felt the silver pin in his flesh holding the lion's tail that hung over his buttocks and the dragon tail that parted them. He didn't feel the scratches she'd licked with her tongue, or the wound she'd made in his stomach shoving the pin in it. He felt her warm willing flesh surrounding his hardened manhood, felt her arms and legs holding on to him tight, and that dragon's tail sliding in and out of him.
"Please, please, please, take me, hold me, keep me!" Forcing it passed the collar it came out only a whisper. She laughed and the chains fell away from him. No longer straining against the chains he was free to release himself in her -- to her. She felt him release himself -- felt him spill into her. She held every part of him now. She held him in her arms, her legs, and her body. She could have any part of him, every part of him if she wanted. It was time to give him something more, more than a silver pin and a golden tail. She whispered a name to him soft and low, "Rebecca you may call me Rebecca, Erik."
He was spent, lost, holding not to himself, but to all the parts of her that still held him. He heard the name from a great distance. He repeated it wondering if he'd heard it at all, "Rebecca?"
"Yes Erik. Ask something of me -- anything of me. I hold your freedom, you must have something in trade." She brought them down on the dragon couch. He felt the soft cushions under his feet. Lifting his head from her breasts, looking into her green eyes, he knew she must be The Dragon Goddess.
"I want my powers returned to me, and I want to see you as a human woman rather than this dragon thing." She sighed, took her arms and legs from around him, slid off his manhood, and slipped her tail out of him. Her wings and tail melted away as if they'd always been made of fog. Her skin softened from golden scales to pink skin, and her eyes muted from emerald green to the odd grey they'd appeared when she first entered the room. She stood naked and silent before him. He pulled the silver pin from his back. He looked at the pin then her. No emotions registered in her odd grey eyes. He tried his powers on the pin and it melted before his magnetism.
"You have all that you asked for. Now what shall you do with it?" There was no challenge in the question just a mild curiosity. He threw her from the cushioned couch down into the chains she'd held him in. She watched the chains as he fitted them to her flesh. Her eyes followed him as he studied the fit of each shackle and the collar at her throat. Though he made each tight against her flesh she showed no sign of discomfort. He'd hoped placing her in the chains would make him feel free, but looking in those odd grey eyes he knew she still held him. Well, if she would hold him, and give him this shadow of freedom there was one thing he would do with it.
Magneto pulled her down onto her hands and knees with the chains. He ran his hands over her shoulders, and down her back. She arched her back as he touched it, and watched him out of the corners of her eyes. Her braid had held through all their passion, and he used it to tickle her spine. Her skin twitched but she made no sound. He leaned his body against hers, and reached his arms around her to squeeze her breasts in his hands. She gasped at his harsh grip, but she made no movement under him. Leaning his body against hers, and holding her breasts in his hands his hunger began to stir again. He let go of her breasts and slid his hands down her body to her hips.
"Take me!" Erik wasn't sure if she whispered the words, or if he only remembered them out of his hunger. He wanted to take her, to take her again and again until he was too tired to fill her, but he remembered something else she'd said, "Patience, the game's not finished yet."
He ran one hand up the inside of her thigh, slipped his hand into her, and fondled and pinched the soft flesh there. This time she moved for him. She moaned, her thighs trembled with her hunger, and she shivered in her chains. One hand between her thighs, he fondled her buttocks with the other. //So hungry, so eager, where shall I give you release?//
He knew the pleasure of burying his manhood between her legs, feeling her nipples harden under his hands, and smelling her scent off her breasts. He would shove his manhood between her buttocks, feel her spine arch under his hands, and know the scent of her hair. He slipped his hand out from between her legs. Let his hands trace patterns on her back moving slowly up her spine. She whimpered, unable to turn her head to watch him, unable to lift her head to howl.
"Patience," he whispered softly into her hair as he undid her braid, combed her hair out over her shoulders and her back. He watched amused as her skin twitched under each tickling strand, and she strained to feel his manhood touch her buttocks, his hands touch her shoulders, her spine. Her hair smelled sweet, and he leaned himself into her letting her feel his chest against her back, his manhood against her buttocks. She mewled like a hungry kitten as he gave her the touch of his flesh against hers.
"Had enough?" He placed his hands on her buttocks ready to slide into her, waiting for her to beg.
"Please!" A shudder ran through her as she cried out.
"You hold my freedom. I am yours to command." He drove his manhood into her. He slid his hands up her spine to her shoulders. He rode her sliding his manhood in and out of her. She strained to meet his thrust held down by her chains.
"The chains?take the chains off." She panted as he thrust.
"My lady." He dropped the chains from her and she pressed her body up to his. She howled in her release and her continued hunger. He slid his hands from her shoulders wrapped one arm around her to grab and squeeze one of her breasts with his hand. His other hand he slid down her body to once more dip between her legs. His hands squeezing and foundling, his manhood thrusting in deep, she growled, "Yes, yes!"
Whether it was merely the sound of her voice, or some power behind it, he was once more releasing himself in her to her. He knew in that moment that she was holding him. His hands held her flesh but she could make him do anything with her voice -- anything. When her hands took his from her flesh he didn't resist. When she slid out from under him he only watched her go his hunger sleeping in the pit of his stomach. She gestured for him to rise and follow her. He rose and followed her, her obedient servant. At the base of the great couch, the one she had first appeared in front of, the one they had stood on before he cast her down, she told him, "That was a game of Pin the Tail. We shall play it from time to time."