First Demonic Dragon



One week's time was all it took for Abaddon to smoothly takeover Antares. 

Perhaps it was because the people knew of Jadaka's terrible temperament, but they realized that they were better off with the former exiled prince instead. 

After all, he had transformed Samael into the number two nation in the world and unified all demons under his command. 

Surely, such a person would be a drastically more capable ruler than Jadaka could have ever been. 

Besides, with princess Yara and her husband giving the people such firm assurances about his character, the voices of doubt became quieter and quieter. 

There were of course a few people who were unhappy with Abaddon's rule due to the annihilation of their friends, brothers, and sons in the war. 

However, there wasn't much that they could do. 

Everyone was much too afraid of the new citizens that the new ruler had brought along with him. 

None would ever forget the scene of an enormous dragon with five heads leading an army of hybrid dragons the likes of which they had never seen. 

They were superior to them in every measurement, and they served Abaddon with a suicidal level of devotion. 

There were no physical conflicts, but that didn't mean that the citizens of Antares weren't terrified. 

How could they not be when they were suddenly living side by side with creatures that were seemingly above even noble dragons in power?

Hopefully, the emperor's coronation that was to begin tomorrow morning would shine a light on the his plans for the future, and alleviate the lingering tension in the air. 

-

Abaddon's new castle was a fair bit larger than his old one, and he figured that it would take a fair bit of getting used to. 

But unfortunately, he hadn't actually gotten an opportunity to really go exploring and familiarize himself with the place. 

For his wives, they were only apart for roughly six days but for him it was much longer. 

Therefore, after they got settled in on that first day, the loving husband and his wives became locked inside of their bedchamber and hadn't even bothered to step outside. 

As they normally did, they christened each surface with as much of their love and fluids as their bodies could produce. 

Abaddon's body proved to have developed more than a few new properties after coming back from the spirit realm, as not only was the sex more satisfying, but every time he relieved himself inside of them they felt awash with the clean and soothing energy of nature. 

The heights that they were now reaching together were far above anything that the eight of them had seen before. 

As evidenced by the way that each of them felt their burning jealousy growing to new peaks. 

The way they were now, they would be jealous of Abaddon hugging his own mother. 

Abaddon groaned under his breath as he finished inside of Audrina for what felt like the hundredth time today alone. 

Looking down, her whole body was trembling horribly and there were various bite and sucking marks left either bye him or one of his other wives. 

Interestingly enough, she had also started the process of turning into a dragon. 

Since she always liked to drink his blood during their intimacy, she bit his neck out of habit without stopping to think about what it would do to her. 

As expected, once she swallowed the first mouthful her body started to heat up and she became slightly drunk. 

The combination of an addled mind and the rough sex she loved culminated in her having the strongest orgasm in her life, which she of course shared with her sisters. 

Even though their bodies felt light and clean physically, the girls were unresponsive. 

They were all lying haphazardly on the bed, smiling deliriously as they tried to come down from their lingering orgasms. 

However, one of the wives wasn't as out of breath as the rest.

Bekka shivered as she forced her body to crawl across the large bed to her husband and she took his still erect member into her mouth. 

Once she cleaned off all of Audrina's juices, from him, she turned around and spread the legs of the newly born dragon. 

Greedily, she stuck out her tongue and started to lap up the cum that was slowly dripping out of Audrina, earning a chorus of soft cries that were like music to both Bekka and Abaddon's ears. 

Since the wives couldn't feel pleasure from anyone other than their husband or each other, they all took special care to learn each other's bodies just like he did. 

The result ended with Audrina reaching another, much softer orgasm as she wildly bucked her hips and came all over Bekka's face. 

Reinvigorated, Abaddon grabbed Bekka by her neck and pressed his body against hers as he held her possessively. 

Tilting her head to the side, he savored the sweet taste of Audrina on her lips as he slid into her from behind, earning a loud and desperate moan from her as well. 

With everyone else having been knocked out, they engaged in their obsessive depravity alone, as if the two of them were in their own world together. 

However, there was an underlying tone to this intimacy that wasn't there before.

Bekka could feel the care and affection that he always provided her with was now being multiplied, and the flood of his emotions in her mind was enough to make her dizzy. 

She knew what it was about of course, as she would have to be a fool not to. 

Nevertheless, her husband was making it hard to keep a consistent strain of thoughts as he continuously overwhelmed the spots that made her feel good. 

Snaking his hand down her muscled abdomen, he retracted his claws so that he could gently yet firmly squeeze her already throbbing clit, causing her to let out a delicious scream in surprise. 

As Abaddon continuously thrusted well past her cervix and teased her clit, she surrendered her body to him completely as she allowed herself to cum hard. 

As always, her vulgar language and high pitched cries made it easy for her to push him over the edge, and he thrusted inside of her a final time before painting her insides white. 

Bekka temporarily lost her ability to see, hear, and think as her world simply became a display of vibrant colors that she had no hope to process. 

The term 'out of body experience' was perfect for this moment, since internally Bekka felt like she was high and floating down a lazy river made from the nectar of the gods. 

But on the outside, her body was a howling and screaming mess that soaked both the sheets and Abaddon's midsection as she came. 

However, despite her complete loss of body strength from this transcendental experience, she still fought to maintain her consciousness and hold her body upright. 

Abaddon wondered why she was fighting so hard to stay awake, but she would make her reason known soon enough. 

For almost ten minutes, the two of them remained locked firmly in place as she tried to regain control of her body's functions atleast enough for her to speak. 

After she finally finished recovering the last of her breath, she hoarsely made a request. 

"Husband... can... you.. take me... to the... bath..?"

-

In a bathroom lined entirely with pure white marble, there was a tub that was large enough to be considered a pool. 

Directly in the center of this body of steaming hot water, Abaddon and Bekka were locked in an embrace. 

Her legs were locked tightly around his waist and his hands were placed on her soft and chiseled back. 

"You have something you want to say to me, right?" Bekka suddenly said. 

Abaddon feigned ignorance and shook his head. "I don't believe so."

"I LOVE that you are such a terrible liar. I think I would love you less if you one day became a good one." She chuckled. 

Abaddon let out a shallow bowl and let his gaze drop into the water. 

Bekka however grabbed him gently by his face, and made him stare directly at her. 

"You know that we do not keep things to ourselves in this marriage, husband. If you have something to stay then you must tell me."

Abaddon stared at the black eyepatch that Bekka now wore over her left eye and he felt his heart clench in pain. 

"...I do not understand why you will not let Thea or I heal you. Either of us could return your eye to you easily and yet you are still vehemently against it. "

"Because I am a warrior, beloved. My scars are stories, they are lessons, they are apart of me. I have no wish to remove them."

She used her calloused hands to push the wet hair out of his face and stared at him lovingly.

"You can understand something like that, I'm sure. So tell me why you are so against my decision. Am I less pleasing to the eyes like this...?"

"Of course not. Even if your face became full of scars like my father's you would still be the most beautiful woman I have ever known."

It took everything inside of Bekka not to get swept away by Abaddon's words combined with his new appearance. 

He had always made her heart flutter ever since she'd known him, but now it was more like a rousing drum solo that contained her desire to belong to him, and for him to belong to her. 

His every action and word was dangerously intoxicating. 

"I-I see... then, what is it?"

Abaddon sighed as he gently caressed the left side of Bekka's face. 

"I think that every time I see this, I will think of how I failed to protect you and that you are like this because of me. Because I did not return to you fast enough."

Bekka already suspected that he might have been harboring those kinds of feelings inside, so to hear him admit it wasn't at all surprising. 

"You are being silly... Why should that be something for you to be concerned about? We are married and in love, but that does not mean that you need to fret every time I get scratched."

"My love, you almost died.."

"Every time that I step onto a battlefield, there is always a chance I will die. As I said, I am a warrior, darling, you accepted this when you fell in love with me. 

That means that scratches and bruises go hand in hand with my existence, at least until I reach Seras' level and I no longer have anything else to learn. "

Abaddon knew that what she was saying was theoretically correct, but the loss of one of her precious eyes still caused him grief. 

And what loving husband wouldn't feel hurt by this?

"Think of it like this..." Bekka began. "Every loss wound you have been dealt, every loss you have suffered, it has all forced you to improve dramatically, correct? Then why can this not do the same for me?"

Abaddon opened his lips to offer some kind of rebuttal, but Bekka sealed them with a loving kiss before he could do so. 

She playfully bit his bottom lip as she spoke directly to his mind in the hopes of alleviating his stress over the subject. 

'I love you for being concerned, but the fact that I'm like this is nothing for you to feel guilty over.'

'I am your wife and partner, but I am also a grown woman who can stand on her own two feet.'

'And if I should fall or get pushed, do not let your heart weep for me. Just applaud me when I pick myself back up and return to your side.'

Just as Abaddon was capable of reducing his wives' brains to mush with his actions, they were capable of doing the same to him. 

Evidence of that fact came in the way that he lost all resistance against her decision and focused solely on intertwining his tongue with hers. 

He couldn't exactly promise her that he would not be filled with grief to see her hurt as there was likely no way he would ever be able to get over it. 

But now... he could atleast try to look on the bright side when it came to the wounds she suffered. 

As she said, they were a testament to her story and the fact that she was not done growing. 

And he could not wait for the day when she was so deadly that nothing could scratch her. 

"You both are so beautiful... I am touched by the love between you." A new voice said.