"First, I want you to stay still and silent." He admonished, Nazara had no choice but to comply, but her gaze was filled with hatred.
Ty gulped, but tried to ignore her. "You will be my slave and my queen. I will take your spot as god of dragons and you will be faithful and subservient to me."
A silver collar suddenly appeared over Nazara's thin neck. Realizing she was losing everything that belonged to her, she struggled against her binds and released a strangled groan.
"You will grow HH breasts that will always be very sensitive. They will be pierced with chains that will connect to your collar. Intricate floral tattoos will cover your arms and, chest and torso to the your neck. Similar tattoos will sprout from your toes to your knees."
Nazara felt the pain of two golden hoops piercing her flesh and a gold chain looping around her collar. Now if she raised her chin to high, it caused her nipples some pain. She grimaced.
Tattoos drew themselves on her skin, leaving a beautiful and shimmery pattern all over her pale body.
Impressed by the changes made so far, Ty continued. " Your waist will become narrower and your hips will widen to leave room for a soft, but firm bubble butt. You will lose all body hair below your neck, and your clit will be pierced, a chain connecting it to the chain connecting your nipples."
The changes were made, and from her neck down, Nazara's body became a artistic piece of body ink and gold. She looked like some sort of erotic, yet sensuous and mysterious dancer.
"Your pussy will be sensitive, tight and constantly wet, since your thoughts will revolve around me and my pleasure. You will only be 5'3, but your legs will seem long and attractively thin."
Once the changes were made, Tyler softened Nazara's facial features and had her dark hair woven in flowers, beads and gold fleece. A crown was placed on the crown of her head, making her the Queen of Dragons.
"Nazara, you will love me above all else. Therefore, my well being is of utmost importance to you. You will help me lead our empire and expand, but you will know your place below me."
Nazara nodded and got on her knees, her lowered to state at Ty's feet. "Your collar will be chained to my wrist, as I will never let you leave my side. I will promise you my allegiance to you both emotionally and physically, as long as you do the same. To ensure this, we will only desire each other, and being physically apart will cause us both pain. Our lifelines will connected, and we will have access to each other mind--I more than you."
Nazara felt her collar tighten as another chain wrapped around Tyler's wrist. As soon as it was secured, Tyler widened and grew taller. Hair sprouted on his chest and a thick beard grew on his angular jaw. Tribal tattoos grew on his body, and a few scars now littered his chest. His eyes grew a bright molten silver, draped under two thick golden brows. Now at 7'5, and dressed in dark leather and steel, Tyler was the God Nazara dreamt of. A larger iron crown was placed on his head, and two large, silver dragon wings sprouted from his back.
Tyler tugged on the Nazara's chain, and immediately she stood, her gaze still on the floor. "Luz." He whispered, his smoky breath reaching Nazara's small form. He placed a large finger under her chin and made him look into his intimidating gaze, "you will lose the ability to speak unless it is to me. Your voice will hold secrets I seek to keep hidden, therefore giving you a large responsibility as my consort. Understood?"
Nazara nodded, "My body and soul belong to you, my lord. I will not forget that." Pleased by her response, Tyler, now named Draconus, lifted his Queen to his level and kissed thoroughly. His heavy member poked Nazara's bottom, causing her to squirm incessantly."
Draconus was tempted to placate his horny woman, but realized he had much to get to as the new God of Dragons. With a snap of his finger, a thin golden mist wrapped itself around Nazara's body, forming around the chains that tugged deliciously on her skin with each step she took. She was still mostly exposed, but it brought a level of delicacy and modesty to her scrumptious body.
Draconus then made Nazara's old throne larger, and seated himself. A seat formed at his feet, where Nazara would sit between his legs when he was too occupied to have her on his lap.
The two stared at the gray just and scorched earth that was their land, and spoke quietly of what was to come. Minutes later, serpentine subjects began to enter the throne room and pledge complete allegiance to their new God and Queen.
Draconus smiled grimly to himself, determination and strength pumping through his veins.