First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 1165: The Most F*cked Up Chapter Yet

“Are you sure you don’t feel any kind of way about this arrangement, honey?”

“For the last time, Zahara, no. Here is exactly where I want to be, and there’s nothing more important than this.”

Abaddon admired his wives openly.

Their ravishing figures bound in enchanting designer dresses were more charming than he could have ever hoped to put into words.

He had never gazed upon figures more majestic or more mesmerizing than the women he called his wives.

In a dimly lit restaurant, they were already beginning to receive envious and hypnotic looks. Nevertheless, they paid them no mind and instead focused on each other.

It had been several minutes since any of them really bothered to speak. Rather, they stared at each other from across the table with mesmerized gazes.

“…We should do date night more often.” Ayaana finally said.

Abaddon reached across the table and took her hand in his own. “We may do it as often as you like. That is, provided that you decide to tell me why you’ve been a bit out of sorts today.”

Ayaana looked away nervously. Underneath the low light of their table, her skin looked like it was tinted with gold.

“Perhaps I am just… worried about everyone who is missing. It feels a bit incorrect of us to be out here, living frivolously while the others are being abducted and taken to a place we know nothing of. I feel a bit guilty.”

Abaddon nodded slowly. “I can understand that. But it wouldn’t exactly do us any good to linger around the house mourning them either. We’ll get them back. Do not worry.”

Ayaana swallowed as she stared into her wine glass.

“You seem… very calm. You know that those missing include even Demeter?”

Abaddon sighed. “Well, I figured as much when we visited Olympus and I didn’t sense her.”

Ayaana flinched as her heart tightened.

“So you… were looking for her.”

Only now was Abaddon beginning to get the feeling that something was the tiniest bit amiss.

“I wouldn’t quite say that. If anything, I was taking stock of who all was there and who wasn’t… other than the primordials, Dionysus is somehow the luckiest bastard I’ve ever seen… Or maybe the strigori just don’t want him. I can’t honestly say that either scenario would surprise me.”

Ayaana pushed around the food on her plate. “Are you.. worried about her at all?”

Abaddon looked towards Zahara to make sure that he wasn’t the only one who took that as a loaded question.

Unfortunately, he found her staring out the window and waving to a flock of birds, leaving him to deal with whatever was happening all by himself.

“I’m no more worried about her than anyone else… is there some reason why you ask?”

“No, not at all.” Ayaana lied. “I just… wanted to comfort you if you were worried about your friend, is all. I was sure it must have been quite stressful.”

Abaddon placed his elbow on the table and rested his chin against his fist.

“Mhm..”

“W-What?”

“I’m not as smart as you, or Lailah, but I like to think I’m not that much duller than you either. More than anything else, I like to think I pay pretty good attention to you to know when you aren’t being honest.”

Once called out, Ayaana seemed to deteriorate rather quickly. “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about. Why are you suspecting me of dishonesty? Is it because I asked about Demeter, do you not want me to ask about Demeter- why can’t I ask about her, does it make you uncomfortable? Does thinking about her make you feel guilty because you regret turning down her feelings!? Do you resent me for keeping you away from her!?”

“…What?”

Zahara finally stopped playing pretend. “Honey, this isn’t what we talked abou-”

There was a thunderous crack as Ayaana punched through their table and split it down the middle. The other patrons in the restaurant understandably stopped eating and looked up in alarm.

Abaddon barely had a moment to process what was going on before Ayaana grabbed him by the neck.

Her eyes became an even more intense swirl of colors. The black tattoos along her flesh began to glow with an unnatural orange light, brimming with a wealth of buried knowledge.

Her teeth became almost too large for her mouth, and her manicured claws began digging into Abaddon’s neck.

“I don’t care if you regret anything; you already made your decision! You gave yourself to ME! You belong to ME! You’re not allowed to want that bitch, or to even think about her! I will chain you to our basement if I have to, you’re mine! FOREVER! UNTIL THE LAST STAR BURNS OUT IN THE LAST GALAXY AND OBLIVION STARTS SPITTING OUT NEW ONES! YOUR BODY, YOUR SOUL, YOUR LAUGHTER, YOUR HEART, THEY ALL BELONG TO ME! NO ONE CAN HAVE THEM UNLESS I SAY SO, AND I DEFINITELY WON’T GIVE YOU TO THAT BITCH NO MATTER HOW BADLY SHE WANTS YOU!”

It wasn’t long before waiters came over to throw them out.

“Ma’am, the police have been notified. This kind of thing might be common for you at an American Applebee’s, but in our establishment we-”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

Suddenly, the waiter no longer had a mouth. As a matter of fact, no one else in the restaurant did.

Nor could they move from their seats or even shut their eyes or turn away for that matter. It was as if they had turned into hostages.

“Honey, this isn’t…” Zahara started to try and calm things down when Ayaana grabbed her by the neck as well.

“And you…! You’re not an exception either! I’ve seen the way these pigs have been looking at you since we walked in here! Are you thinking of leaving me, too?! Am I not good enough for you!? I don’t give a shit, because you belong to me too! I’ll never let you run away from me! NEVER! DO YOU HEAR ME!? I’LL MAKE YOU DRINK SO MUCH OF ME THAT ANYONE WHO COMES NEAR YOU CAN ONLY SMELL ME ON YOUR MOUTH! I WON’T EVER…”

Ayaana’s words suddenly trailed off as she felt something familiar poking her in the upper thigh.

Looking down, she found Abaddon’s member straining underneath the fabric of his dress pants.

Ayaana’s tears slowly returned to normal as she wiped her tear-streaked face. “You’re…”

Abaddon was stunned speechless. He had never been so turned on in his entire life.

His blood was boiling. His eyes were a muddled red haze.

He hallucinated a divine, holy aura around Ayaana’s head that was never truly there.

“Can you… Promise what you said just now..?”

Ayaana slowly looked towards Zahara and found her in a similar state of delerium.

Her erect nipples had begun to poke through the fabric of her dress. A clear liquid ran down her thighs in such volume that Ayaana almost thought she’d wet herself.

“You can hold on to me so hard that you break me. I don’t care. It’ll only make me love you more. I’ll do whatever you want. Be whatever you want. And if I ever thought you were going to look away from me towards someone else.. I would burn down this entire planet so that it could be just us again..!”

Ayaana winced slightly as she felt familiar claws dig into the flesh of her ass.

Small amounts of cinder began to drift out of Abaddon’s nose as his eyes became more and more reptile-like.

“Don’t lose your nerve… keep going..! Don’t shy away from your desire to claim me, because I will never be shy about the fact that you belong to me!”

Ayaana instinctively gasped for air.

The visceral obsession she felt coming off her wife and husband was so great that it felt like she was being choked by the enormous weight of it.

This was what she wanted..! This had always been what she wanted!

To feel like her lovers could only see her! To feel like they could only get aroused by her!

She felt them inside of her body, filling up her lungs with their breath and wrapping themselves around her heart like serpents.

It was as if they were holding it tightly, squeezing it so hard that it might burst and whispering that it must only beat for them.

It was so euphoric.

She cried beautiful tears as she laughed with an unveiled madness.

She forcefully pushed Abaddon back into the booth and began unbuckling his pants.

“I want it here. I want everyone to see that you’re mine, and I can do whatever I want with you whenever I feel like it. I want them to see me mark you. I want them to see you hurt me.”

Ayaana straddled her husband quickly and plunged him inside of her without waiting for his approval.

The sweet scream that was wrested from her voice shattered all of the glassware in the restaurant.

Abaddon dug his claws deeper into her ass; drawing blood and eliciting another intense wave of euphoria.

Ayaana continued to cry from the perceived beauty of the moment. It was almost perfect. She just needed a bit more.

She grabbed Zahara and pulled her into her chest; slipping down the straps of her dress to free her breasts.

Ayaana grabbed them hard, making her wince from the rough handling.

Slowly, she ran her hands over her perfect, mocha-colored nipples and pinched them.

The pain was greater than what Ayaana anticipated. She initially couldn’t figure out why.

And then, she looked down and saw the two new metal piercings decorating her breasts.

Zahara smiled at her with a mouthful of sharp teeth and heart-shaped pupils.

Her voice was sweet and honeyed.

“Every time that you see these… I want you to remember who your owners are. And if you ever dare forget, I’ll train you all over again.”

Ayaana had reached her peak. This was her true, physical, and spiritual fulfillment.

Her brilliant white wings burst out of her back as she reached her climax underneath the stunned gazes of a restaurant full of people.

She could tell by the way they were looking at her that they didn’t understand. Perhaps they never would.

Dragons felt immortality more deeply than other races. If you wanted your partner to feel your love, you had to hold and cherish them so tightly that they might break.

Only that way can you be assured that the passion never fades. And nothing could ever come between you.