First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 455 Two Different Kinds of Daddies*

?455 Two Different Kinds of Daddies*

- Nexus of Creation, The Tree of Life.

"Seems they've reached their union faster than we anticipated. I am happy for them."

Asherah rested on her back and stared up into the glowing tree of her domain.

She waited and waited silently for some sort of response or answer but she got nothing even after almost a whole minute.

Peaking underneath her veil, she saw her son and husband both staring at her, not saying a word and sitting like statues.

"...I did not meddle."

"You did, mother."

Yesh nodded once as if he concurred with his son.

"I simply did not wish to see that woman in distress."

"Your intentions are well meaning. But you still meddled." Azrael said with a kind smile.

Evidently though, his mother was not amused.

"It has come to my attention that some realities have customs to spank their children as a form of discipline. Perhaps I will see if that method has any virtue."

"I apologize for my outburst."

Suddenly, Yesh looked up towards a particular direction in this sacred domain and waited.

A moment later, a deep and booming voice echoed around the tree of life.

"At last… I have returned!"

Azrael leapt to his feet in concern, but his mother simply held up her hand to stop him from acting unnecessarily. Follow current s on N(o)vᴇl(ꜰ)ire.nᴇt

"Don't be silly. You know that no war or strife may plague this place."

Azrael relaxed if only a little bit before he leaned against the golden tree and waited with his parents.

A ball of dense, bright blue energy appeared in front of three of creation's oldest beings.

The ball grew larger and larger until it resembled a portal.

In the next moment, a man stepped through it.

He was an odd one to say the least.

He had the sort of compressed and stocky build of a dwarf paired with the height of an orc.

He wore ancient blue and gold robes from civilizations long dead and unrevived, paired with an old leather welding smock.

He was an old man, with an abundance of salt and pepper hair that was once fully black and a beard that was alight in permanent orange flame.

Clearly, he was of the mischievous sort as the wrinkles in his face were deepest around his eyes and mouth.

"Hello, Gulban." Asherah said politely.

She looked up at the tree and saw that the new leaves were not fully formed yet, but a few were indeed starting to grow.

"Are you in such a rush to resume your work? I thought you would enjoy your vacation a bit more."

"Ah, I'll get back to it when I'm good and ready and not a day before!"

Underneath her veil, Asherah smiled imperceptibly as if she empathized with such lingering fondness.

However, in the back of her mind she wasn't sure how that little reunion would go.

"I see… so you're here for that then."

Immediately, the red eyes of the strange being twinkled.

"Naturally! I want to know where my daughter is!"

-

"...This was so not what I had in mind!"

Begrudgingly, Valerie let out a cry of indignation as she hung fast to the ceiling, handcuffed with her legs open and stripped of all coverings.

Just as she had done to all of the other girls a few nights before.

"Did you think that I would forget that you are supposed to be getting punished too? We weren't the only ones who conspired without telling our husband." The girls smiled mischievously as one before inserting a bright red gag into Valerie's mouth.

To make things even worse, they created a dark blindfold made from their own, potent magic.

Not even Valerie could see through the fabric.

'T-This isn't fair..! I didn't take you guys' sight away!'

"That's true, but it wouldn't be a fair punishment if we didn't torture you just a bit. Besides..."

With the seductiveness of the beautiful goddess that they were, the girls brushed their body up against Valerie from behind and grazed their lips against her ear.

"We'll still let you listen to the sounds we make together~ That's your favorite part isn't it?"

Valerie whimpered as she felt a cold, metallic plug pushed into her from behind.

'F-Fuck you guys..!'

"We know you want to, dear sister."

'AAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!'

While Valerie voiced her complaints, the girls checked the floor beneath her and smiled.

Not only was she quivering, but she had created a small puddle underneath her that was growing bigger by the second.

Nodding in satisfaction, the girls moved from beside Valerie and crawled towards their husband on the bed.

"Now... where were we, honey?"

Erica seemed to take the dominant reins over the girls' body once again as the violet light in their eyes glowed anew.

Gingerly, she brought her hands towards Abaddon's face and stared deeply into his glossy pupils.

"So..? Where were we?"

Gently pushing him back, the girls straddled him forcefully and began their trail down their husband's body.

"Wait." This was the first time Abaddon had been able to speak properly in the presence of his wives' new state.

Instead of remaining passive, he lifted the girls up by her midsection and repositioned her so that she was positioned directly above his face.

As he already knew… his wives really were enchanting from every angle.

Wild, but not overwhelming white hairs that were sprinkled around her garden like ornaments around a tree.

He didn't understand men who were squeamish about hair on women, since it was as natural as breathing. And maybe it was the nature spirit part of him talking, but he had a special place in his heart for all that was natural.

So in that regard, it was no surprise that he felt compelled to immerse himself in their womanhood.

Because the wives were unprepared for any sort of assault, they shivered and let out a startled moan as they received an unprovoked lick. "Hnngh!"

Once she heard the moaning start, Valerie twitched unconsciously as she started bucking her hips back and forth in her restraints.

With the first lick, Abaddon felt like his life had been transformed.

The scent, flavor, and even softness was so tantalizing that he felt like he had just had his first insight into what it was like to understand the secrets of the universe.

This was why he was born!

This was the pinnacle of his life!

All of the times he'd been stabbed, blasted, beaten up, and nearly traveled to the upper room, it was all worth it just for this moment!

Greedily, Abaddon indulged more in his wives' sacred place.

He was intricately mindful of the fact that he was being intimate with nine women at once.

Therefore, he meticulously licked the girls in every spot they liked, one after the other like a form of warfare.

The girls gripped the bedsheets tightly as they screamed out in ecstasy.

It took a while for them to refocus but because Erica was nothing if not a confrontational bird, she took the liberty of counterattacking on their behalf.

Grabbing onto the towering member in front of their face, their cheeks split apart to widen their mouth allowing them to take their husband into their throat.

Neither the barbs nor the scales seemed to bother them in the slightest with Lillian's ability to adapt, and they continued to lower their head and swallow his impossible size.

Abaddon wasn't proud of it, but he almost finished when the girls suddenly started to go on the offensive.

Never, not once, not even for a second had he been hit with such a powerful wave of pleasure all at the same time.

Were he standing he would have been knocked on his ass.

If he were any other man his scrotum would have collapsed in on itself as she sucked everything out of him instantaneously.

This confirmed it.

He could no longer be satisfied by any other woman than his wives.

With Erica's competitive spirit stoked, as was his.

Deciding to use tricks of his own, Abaddon's tongue lengthened and thickened until it was practically a mirror image of when he was a dragon.

Snaking the appendage towards her drooling opening, he thrusted his tongue inside of her garden while inserting his thumb into her butt.

Their reaction was fast and dramatic, with a very intense scream and involuntary trembling as they came together all at once.

His mouth was flooded with a very bitter and sweet nectar like white wine, and he drank all of it like he'd spent sixty years in a desert.

But because the girls were still sensitive after being licked, they involuntarily closed their mouth just a bit too tightly.

Accidentally, they bit down on Abaddon's shaft; piercing incredibly hard scales and flesh alike.

The jolt of pain and pleasure paired with the feeling of being 'marked' caused Abaddon's eyes to widen, and he came harder than he ever had in his entire life.

His load filled the confines of the girls' throat and even their mouth as they tried in vain to swallow it all.

And because she was more than turned on by the sounds she was hearing, Valerie had a small orgasm that she agonized over, feeling that it was nowhere near enough.

'P-Please guys, I'm sorry..! A-Atleast take the blindfold off, I want to see!'

The pair on the bed wanted to respond, but they were still basking in the glow of their own orgasms.

In their relationship they prided each other on their sexual compatibility and chemistry paired with a very short list of things they weren't willing to try.

They thought they had already reached the pinnacle.

But as they breathed heavily in sync, they realized they could still go to greater heights together.

Not for simple lazy pleasure or debauchery.

To express their love through their bodies.

Abaddon naturally recovered first and sat up while pulling the limp body of the girls into his lap.

"That's the longest you've taken to recover since we've been married… we're beginning to get a big head over here." The girls huffed.

"I don't think that's wise since all of you finished before me." Abaddon countered as he bit her neck and shoulders.

Lisa : "That's because Erica was in control and she doesn't know what your body can do yet."

Seras : "Weakling."

Erica : "Why was I so desperate to join this family again..?"

The girls gradually looked down at the towering member that was still throbbing between their legs with need.

"This may be one of the reasons.." with hands that were still trembling from earlier, the girls reached out to grab it forcefully.

The bite mark they had left was already healed, but there was still a scar there that their husband had likely left by choice.

Looking back at him, their multicolored eyes were turned up like a moon.

"You know… we're strong now so you don't have to hold back on us. We can handle everything you have."

Briefly, Abaddon turned his face up in confusion. "What do you mean? I haven't done that since-"

"Yes you have, honey. We can all feel it, slumbering inside of you..! You can relax and let us have everything you've been bottling up~!"

Abaddon had to scratch the back of his head for a moment.

Had he really been holding back?

There were certain nights where he had been so out of it that he kept going even when the girls had fainted.

What left was there to release?

And yet, as he asked that question, the answer popped into the back of his mind like it was just waiting for the right moment.

A weight felt like it was lifted from Abaddon's chest as his body exploded and a dense, pink and purple mist filled the room.

When the girls looked back at their husband, he was different.

This body was one that was not built for war, but for intimacy.

He'd lost some muscle mass, his skin developed a velvet texture, and his pores secreted a scent more enticing than any pheromone throughout mythology or fantasy.

His hair developed a bright red glow like a lava lamp and floated above his head, and his tattoos turned a dull golden color that was almost bronze.

Four additional arms sprouted from his back, and his face developed more androgynous qualities than before.

Both eyes were glowing fully red like lightbulbs, as well as the tips of his fingers and claws.

Inhaling a breath of fresh air, he smiled like he had just won the lottery.

"I think you were right… I do feel so much better."