Dragon Lord: Erotic MMO

Zell stood in the middle of a crater filled with cremated ground, his body shuddering from the damage he had just received. His left arm slowly began to crumble into dust.

In contrast, his right arm and most of his chest were missing entirely; his eyes, however, showed confidence as his vast smile filled with fangs looking crazed, while the black scales and spikes all began to crack into pieces of mana, fading into the air.

"hah.... hah.... fuck that felt good! Ugh!" Zell said as a mouthful of blood oozed from his mouth as he vomited several times, spitting out several of his teeth, looking towards the thing before him.

Deformed, golden but no longer a figure of the brown-haired boy remained as golden blood poured from the gaping hole inside "Tellurian's chest, there were no organs or heart as the body began to tremble, before morphing back into Samson, the god of justice vanished into the wind which blew past Zell's face, his black hair now filled with his blood.

'I'm a little fucked....' He thought, his body trembling from the extensive damage, his health bar flashing red as it continued to reduce each moment.

"Ah, my eyes are going dim.... such a...."

"Oh my, I finally found you!" A sultry voice filled with sugar and affection sounded, but not in his ears; it surrounded his body and mind and sounded inside his mind.

A dark presence weighed down on him, pushing him onto his back as something soft, warm and squishy comforted his fall; unable to see, Zell could only let the exhaustion fill his body; he only thought back to the shocked face the moment his Axe pierced through the guard of Tellurian who looked shocked, before he tore through his chest with his black gauntlet, covering it in disgusting golden blood.

Zenovia appeared in her avatar, using the moment Tellurian entered and vanished to slip inside; unlike that loser, her avatar was a complete copy of her using one of her ribs, the long purple hair flopped down, covering Zell's broken body, as she slowly poured dark energy with hints of pink light inside which began to restore his wounds, at a languid pace.

Like a loving mother, she hugged his body gently, her vast breasts squished by his head, which was missing the top right half; before gradually healing, she looked down upon him with her golden eyes, hoping he would remain awake. Sadly, her wish didn't come true.

"I don't have much time here, but it's wonderful to know what you look like in person, my cute little Incubus prince... Mwah!"

Her soft lips pressed against his face, not caring about the blood, flesh and vomit, kissing him over and over, from his cheeks to his eyebrows and ears; her long horns pointed to the sky, seeming to glow each time their skin touched.

'Fufu, his real horns haven't grown yet. Is it that pesky dragon's blood?' Zenovia thought.

"Is what I saw true? Will his cock change to one of each woman's ideal and desired shapes? I wonder what mine is...."

Zenovia wasn't in a rush to mate with him; that could wait for months, years, decades. Her sense of time was different to humans or even some gods as she had waited for more than some of them existed to meet this boy after the divines wiped out the original Zelgan bloodline; she gave up all hopes of meeting one, falling into lethargy and a lazy life doing nothing but sleep and watch the lives of other people.

'If I didn't do that, would I have found you so early?'

"Fufu~ let's get a feel of what kind of cock I want inside me!"

Slowly her soft hands, not the same purple as her proper form and much smaller, caused her to wonder if it would be shaped for her avatar, which was slightly shorter than Zell, or for her proper form, which was quite taller than Zell, almost a foot at least.

Filled with excitement, she reached down, the ruined armour easily peeled away by her fingers, as she unfasted his belt with a skilled hand, still using the other to caress his cheeks and face, lowering his head onto her thighs, as her huge breasts pressed against his face gently, unlike mortal women her breasts were much softer, defied gravity and would never sag.

Cryska would also become the same once she entirely became a demoness.

She slid down further, reaching his waistband and undoing it with ease, revealing his cock, which was already erect, throbbing with eagerness, its size matching the shape of her Vessel; it was no longer what could be called a "human" penis, with rough bumps down the shaft.

His grotesque, warped shaft bent in several ways, yet she could reverse those bends allowing it to reach different parts of the succubi's insides, which were unlike a human or normal demon; she slid her delicate finger's along them.

They moved slightly, causing a humming sound as they vibrated to her touch; the size and shape were closer to a mixture of a monster and a dragon as the tip was wide, with a vast, oddly shaped dome with ridges. At the same time, the base was narrow, tapering into the bulbous head, which had three distinct spurs on either side.

"This is amazing... Fufufu."

Zenovia kissed his cheek as she stroked his hard dick, making it grow harder as she pulled off her clothes, leaving only her underwear and boots as she sat above him. The two bodies intertwined as she placed herself on top of his cock, rubbing it against her; she couldn't go any further as penetration would break her concentration, stopping his healing.

Yet, she enjoyed it as the vibrating nubs caused her to feel the potential of her future lover's member. She wanted to make sure she would enjoy it and give him pleasure during their lovemaking sessions.

Zenovia leaned forward, placing her hands behind her knees and spreading her legs widely open as she rubbed her clit against his shaft, stiffer than even Mythril or god steel, moving faster, building her orgasm higher as her body shook.

'Let's stop... I don't want to drain my darling dry before he can accept me.... I'll give him a gift to celebrate our meeting!'

Her lips moved down, her body shifting to face the enormous monster; she could feel the intense head from his shaft before a light kiss from her soft purple lips caused his body to shudder as he began to shoot the excess white cream instantly into her wide open mouth, filling it within moments, before she swallowed every drop.

The taste was unique compared to anything else; sweet, like honey, yet thick like yoghurt as her entire mouth and throat seemed to taste the wonderful essence flooding her mouth, with hints of sourness and saltiness mixed in a pleasant way to the tongue.

'Ah, I want to gobble you up... Yet you need more practice to lay in the same bed as this succubus~ shame, but at least you didn't die fufu!'

Zenovia wiped a slight amount of her love juices on his lips as they dripped inside; if he were awake, he'd want them in a bottle to drink as wine for the rest of his life, and these were just from her avatar;

She smiled gently and finished with her goal after marking him; no other filthy demon goddesses could harm him without her first knowing.

"I won't allow you to die so easily, my cute prince charming~ please grow up; maybe when you can last two thrusts inside my avatar's pussy, I might just have a chance at tasting you for real~ fufu!"

Moments after the honey from her lower lips entered his body, the recovery of his wounds and lost body parts became rapid before suddenly the eerie sight of his muscle tissue and bones regrowing was disturbing.

However, Zenovia blocked ALL those who wanted to view this act; from the moment he was about to collapse, she only allowed them to see him standing tall as the god of justice lost his favourite avatar forever.

Then her black cloud stopped all viewers.

"I will protect you, as a mate should grow as you wish... my little prince."

Her finger began to fade into darkness, slowly unable to touch him properly anymore, before placing one last gentle kiss on his forehead and pushing her hand into the dark void of space, pulling out a silver-haired Griselda whose face was now covered in tears and snot and felt shocked at what happened.

"Shhh, be a good girl and look after your master; he will be fine until he wakes up but just in case, okay?" Zenovia's voice was soft, once again like a mother stroking the cute Griselda, who melted to her touch; as the scent given off by her was close to Zell; she didn't feel stressed or worried.

"Mmmm, this lady will protect her lord!'

Zenovia's gentle golden eyes looked at the cute boy again, taking a few strands of his hair and the hand torn off in the battle, her black mist surrounding it as she vanished into the void, with her souvenir and a happy smile.

While Zell only dreamed of the most delicious drink he'd ever tasted, while a strange purple-haired woman began to slide her hand over his body, like a soothing massage.

Little did he know, he defeated the avatar of Tellurian but was molested by the avatar of Zenovia in return.