Woe to the Conquered

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Title: Disgusting Fandom(s): Legacy of Kain Character(s): Turel, Zephon Pairing(s): Turel/Zephon Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3760 Kinks & Features: asexual reproduction, body horror, bugs & insects, dominance, egg laying, hermaphrodites, mpreg, pheromones, pregnant sex, rapid pregnancy, size difference, size kink, transformation Warnings: -

Summary: The memory still stuck with him. A part of a gift that the Fifth Son of Kain developed alongside many others, and one that he did not try to reveal to his Sire. But how long could he have kept this from Turel, the one brother Zephon placed higher than the others? What would he think?

Notes: Based on the fact that in Soul Reaver, the boss Zephon lays eggs.

“Ah, my head. You wouldn’t be the first to try and take it from my neck.” Moebius could not help but laugh. “If only you knew what the future holds for you Kain, For Nosgoth, the Pillars, the Wheel Itself!”

He continued to watch Kain struggle to rise. The nobleman was determined. Moebius could admire the stubborn streak; how it reminded him of himself in much younger years.

Using the sceptre to help him rise, the Time Streamer gave a theatrical yawn. “I suppose you want to kill me now. But this is not how, or where, it ends for us, Kain. Seek out the Circle members who are foolish enough to show their heads. Oh, and if you do see the Necromancer, tell him Moebius sends his regards.”

Then he released the staff’s hold over Kain.

Kain makes a sharp gasp once he’s freed, dropping his weight back against the ground below him, like a puppet cut from its strings. Just about everything about this encounter frustrated him, Moebius’ words and the fact that he was so easily subdued had his dark blood boiling. He’s able to move freely, yet the ache of being under enchantments is still very much there.

Blackened armor scrapes together and against the ground, its owner attempting to rise unhindered by magic, only by the sting it left behind. Kain’s snowy locks remained in his vision, but he knows where his sword is. Yet, he doesn’t bother using it, learning his lesson and knowing that it’s best not to get too close to Moebius. He’ll soon think of another way of getting the bastard, growling like a wounded animal as he reluctantly allowed the Time Streamer to leave as he pleases.

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“Get off! I don’t need your help nor sympathy!” He shouts, growling as he makes a sloppy attempt to push Maybelle away. He’s successfully pulled back on his feet regardless of how much he struggled. He’s in no shape to be doing anything without some supervision, as he fights back his body trying to forcibly purge itself of the black taint of a demon’s life’s essence. He likes the feeling of nearly dying this fine night.

Death by stupidity. That’s something he’s come to see, but not exactly to admit that he came close on more than one occasion.

“You’ll do well to let me be, and should I foolishly slip into the seas below, so be it. Survival of the fittest.” So he mocks himself openly, leaning against Mae once more as the thought of actually going through with wandering about as an easy target for disaster isn’t exactly what he wishes.

“And the Sarafan Lord will relish in your self-defeat, successfully conquering the world you wish to have for yourself ” Mae replied with a drawn out sigh, yet remained patient. Despite the disdainful gestures, she supported his leaning body to prevent further trippings.

Only fear now was the poisonous vomit spewing in front of her - the thought gave her throat a sensation to gag.

“Let’s not give him the pleasure, yeah?”

Oh, right. Him. Kain had almost forgotten about that bastard, having only been days since the night he foolishly made his persistent existence known to the man. The elder of the two thought it was a good idea, to make the beast worry, to regret not checking back then for the faint sign of life still in Kain. 

Once Kain’s body is finished with the inevitable purge, all he has to do is do that whole “riding this out” thing and hope that he’ll not be spoken to about his reckless behavior. Bah! As if being impulsive is some kind of new idea... Acting as though Kain could never, ever, have a moment of weakness, no matter how much he would want to cover it up and fight against it!

... Is he seriously arguing for having a weakness? To himself, no less. As far as he’s aware.

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He did it. He did it!! Marcus knew that if he was persistent, patient, and looked for just the right moment, that he can get Kain. Absolutely no creature has their mind completely blocked off to him, not even the great Commander Kain. Hell, after this, he could try and find where that Cabal is located at and try his hand at Vorador next! But for now…

He has Kain exactly where he wants him. At attention and awaiting his command.

“Oh my, Kain… Do I sense a surrender~?” Marcus speaks softly using a teasing tone, his heart racing from their fight just moments before. He can tell that Kain is absolutely hating this, and the violence from before didn’t disappear even as the man is still and held against his will. The bells won’t be sounding off anytime soon, his concentration is absolute as he leers right through his captive. 

“Maybe you’ll beg for mercy?” He speaks as he backs up a slightly safer distance from Kain, yet close enough that he can see Kain’s expression - his eyes the only thing the younger vampire has control over through his unseen binds. Marcus is tense, he has to be careful, for a simple mistake or slip and he might have an angry commander upon him again. Kain could very well break his spell, just like he had before and resist more.

So he’ll greatly enjoy this while he can. He’ll have some fun with Kain. Grinning madly, Marcus gives his first command, which he makes a verbal show of it on top of tugging at the leash on Kain’s mind.

Kain’s eyes stay forward, then up to the traitor as he sinks to his knees. He’s forced to say words he would dare say of his own will, and angrily so. It’s as much as he can do, being deprived of his bite. His fingers don’t move and his arms stay resting upon his thighs.

Marcus uses the Whisper, curling his abnormally long fingers upwards and pulls as if yanking strings invisible to the naked eye. But he can see them, he can see those ribbons of energy all around Kain now, tied so lovingly to his limbs and creating a halo around his skull. He commands Kain to jerk forward, to be on his hands as well, like a good dog should be!

“Why Kain… do you wish to imitate the beast you had proven to be time and again? I bet you don’t even remember how to shift… What a shame.” But Marcus knows that Kain does indeed know it, but his fleeting memories are still recovering it seems. He cautiously steps forward, studying that look he’s being given, his mouth twitching further, spreading from ear to ear. He’ll just keep those memories at bay, to keep his captive without any more ways to get back at him should he find a way to break his spell. 

“Tell me exactly how you want to be punished.”

Kain Whispers back, angrily and if he could hiss, he would. It seems like it’s not even enough of a threat to get his opponent to flinch or shrink back. His power is dwindling and it’s damn frustrating. 

Then command goes through to him, and his body is rising once again on its own. Unintentionally, his eyes goes wide as he thinks of Umah and how the more he stalls the closer to death she will become, and his chances of gaining what information she has along will go along with her. He’s certain that Marcus had seen it, in his mind and upon his expression, and knew he’s got the old commander cornered.