First Demonic Dragon

For a consecutive thirty-six days, the sound of virile moaning had filled the cabin nearly around the clock.

There were, of course, a few instances where one individual would pass out from the relentless, simultaneous pleasure. But upon waking up, they would immediately find themselves entranced by Sif and Izanami's new appearance and combined behavior.

Izanami's rather persistent desire for gentle and depraved physical affection, combined with Sif's learned rough touch and familiar knowledge of the group, created a novel experience that felt new and exciting for the group.

But in all honesty, it was the newly unified duo that held the greatest responsibility when it came to keeping the festivities going.

Even separated, both girls liked possessing power over the others through sexual acts or attraction. Together, they practically fed on one another's inhibitions, and it kept them going for a long time.

So much so that it wasn't until another twenty-two days went by that Ayaana suddenly asked the all-important question.

"Do you guys think that maybe this is a bad sign..?"

Their room was a virtual sauna. The heat and musk of their bodies and fluids permeated the air heavily.

Their breathing was labored. Abaddon was lying flat on his back with two wads of tissue up his nose.

He hadn't heard a damn thing Ayaana said. And likely wouldn't for some time.

His mind was far more clouded by different things.

'S...So much ass...'

Never before had every trial and tribulation he had gone through seemed so unbelievably worth it.

Sif and Izanami were lying on top of him, exhausted and fulfilled, but not unresponsive.

They lifted their head and stared at Ayaana with confusion in their eyes.

"I can't possibly see how any part of this could be a bad thing..."

Ayaana didn't let her gaze dip below the girls' neck, or else she would have had the exact same conclusion.

"Our form isn't exactly a natural occurrence, dearly beloved. We are designed to be Chaos' vessel. If you two can merge now, then it stands to reason that maybe you two are...'

Sif/Izanami sat up so fast that a string of body fluids flew off their bodies.

"Holy shit... We might be her backup plan. But when could she have..."

It didn't take the girls long enough to come to a suitable conclusion. And as a result, Izanami's inner shame and paranoia threatened to swallow the girls up.

"O-Of course... She was in my mind, so I don't know why I didn't think that... I'm such a fool..."

They hung their head low with their head in their hands. Their resplendent gold hair started turning black at the edges.

Ayaana sat up and hugged her from behind. The warmth of her skin and the warmth of her love were transferred through their touch. It was so inviting that it brought tears to Izanami's eyes.

"You don't need to feel guilty for anything, darling. None of this is your fault, and you don't need to waste any energy fretting over it."

Ayaana grabbed the girls by the chin and tilted their gaze upwards. "Besides, we should look at this as a gift. Chaos has given you a beautiful new form to worship and adore. And we intend to do exactly that."

The girls' eyes were completely black, symbolizing that Izanami was likely the one at the wheel at the moment.

"...I could endanger you, my loves."

Ayaana laughed.

"You? Our cute little flower, as delicate as fresh snow? I believe that we might let you do it if you were to ask nicely enough."

Ayaana grabbed a handful of their beautiful golden locks and brought them up to her nose. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent like she was trying to give it permanent residence inside her lungs.

She pulled her hand away and admired the rich golden color. As bright as the midday sun. As brilliant as the morning sun.

'Brilliance...'

"Zahara." Ayaana suddenly said.

"Pardon..?" The girls tilted their head.

Ayaana grinned as she cupped her cheek. "When he beheld us for the first time, our husband named us his Ayaana. His eternity. We believe it is only fitting that you be our brilliant flower. To stand the test of time with us forever and always."

Zahara's golden eyes watered. A slight burn began in her chest and spread to her cheeks.

Ayaana lifted her finger and wiped away a tear that threatened to drop from her eye. Ever so slowly, she pushed the girls onto their back and let her hands trail down her beautiful body.

"None of that now, dear. Using a face like that to cry is such a waste, don't you think..?"

Ayaana opened Zahara's legs and positioned herself between them. She gradually lowered her head while making sure their burning eye contact remained unbroken.

"Just keep your eyes on the future we'll all have together. Nothing else matters for right now."

As Ayaana's tongue snaked past her lips, a moan was released from Zahara's.

The noise spurned Abaddon from his unconscious state, and he finally sat up.

When he finally saw what had happened while he was stuck in cheek after shock, a wry smile formed on his face.

"...I thought you girls couldn't handle any more."

Ayaana looked back at him with a coquettish smile.

"Our Zahara here needs a little more TLC, it seems. Can you help us with that..?"

'Zahara..?'

Abaddon looked back and forth between the two women on the bed.

Zahara's cheeks were even redder now than they had been over the past few weeks. Her shy, anticipatory look was something Abaddon understood all too well.

He smiled at them both and removed the tissue from his nostrils.

"...How beautiful."

His intent to join declared, he rose from the bed sheets and embraced both women in a very gentle and tender manner that they both seemed to need.

As a different brand of intimacy took place, Ayaana's mind was brimming with the unified determination of ten different women.

She wasn't sure why Chaos would make a backup vessel. She wasn't even sure how she intended to use it.

But one thing the girls knew for sure was that none of the Egoless' wants would come into pass.

No one would be allowed to separate them from their loved ones. Anyone who tried was going to suffer the same, ruinous fate.

-

A couple of days later, the group had more or less come out of their heat and were back to normal.

There were some spontaneous instances of pleasure, of course, but mostly they had returned to a time of innocent honeymoon celebrations and togetherness.

It was 4 am, and Abaddon was asleep and dead to the world.

He and Tatiana were tightly intertwined and holding onto each other for dear life, even in their sleep. She held his head between her breasts while he passively kissed her sternum.

It was a blissful rest that was the perfect way to recharge after days of lengthy, passionate debauchery.

And yet, Abaddon couldn't enjoy it.

He woke up all on his own when he felt something digging into his back.

Turning around, his face briefly left the warmth of Tatiana's bosom and was assailed by the cold air of the bedroom.

Blinking his eyes slowly, he came face to face with the glowing eyes of Seras, who was apparently wide awake.

"Oh, you woke up. What a coincidence..." She said nonchalantly.

Abaddon narrowed his eyes. It was hard not to wake up when your wife was staring daggers into your back. Her acting as if she hadn't done anything only made the situation more laughable.

Only Abaddon wasn't laughing.

"...Dare I ask why you are up so early and with so much energy..?"

"Couldn't sleep." Seras shrugged.

"Mhm."

"And since I couldn't sleep, I just got to thinking..."

"Oh no."

"I was just so impressed with that new fighting style that you showed me a few weeks ago. It honestly hasn't left my mind ever since I saw it."

"Thank you for the compliment, darling."

"You're welcome! Now, as thanks, I was wondering if-"

Abaddon covered Seras' face with a pillow.

She easily tore through it with her claws and continued her proposition with a smile that was not a smile.

"Dear husband... It's almost as if you don't want to do what I ask of you. But why would that be?"

"I have no idea." Abaddon yawned and shrugged.

Seras remained unamused as she grabbed her husband by the cheeks.

"L-Look, just show me one more time, okay..! I promise I won't ask any more after this!"

"I don't believe that at all!"

"Just do it for me! How can you say no when your cute wife asks you to do something!?"

'Cute' wasn't exactly the word that most people associated with Seras, but she didn't seem to recognize that at the moment.

Abaddon stared at Seras hard out of all three eyes. His lack of amusement was written all over his face.

"...You can never say I don't love you."

"I wouldn't dream of it anyway."

Seras planted an innocent kiss on her husband's cheek. He sighed helplessly as he climbed out of bed.