Draconess

Oh, the sleep is generous in Zarcar’s bed chamber. I snuggle beneath his blankets, I make a nest, I drool into his pillows and I dream deeply. I am thankfully unaffected by the Centaur who was a literal Prince of Lust, and so I dream peaceful.

I don’t waken much, if at all, and even then, I doze right back off into a deep sleep.

Oh, it’s so deep.

Mmmm.

Like Zarcar’s cock – when it buries to the hilt in my ass.

Like –

Oh, that was too specific.

Zarcar’s cock is in my ass already.

I open my eyes, as I feel my body rock from the side, down into the sheets, as Zarcar slips home into my body, as he controls my hips.

What a way to wake up from a nap.

“It was a good day,” Zarcar hisses into my ear, as he pounds in and out of my ass without mercy – speeding up along the way as his speech becomes even more dramatic, “Until Rey intercepted and told me about your attempt to bind and incapacitate him; now I’m tasked with punishing you. Accordingly.”

If this was the punishment, I was about to cum so hard perhaps it’d cause a mini earthquake.

And that was considered punishment?

Ha!

“Fuck Rey,” I whisper into the sheets, as Zarcar holds the back of my skull and muffles my reply, as he mounts my ass even firmer, gaining the best angle to rip me apart.

I can hear my pussy leaking and squirting a puddle and I can hear Zarcar’s determination to make me scream – I can also hear slaves whispering with buckets of sloshing water being emptied into the bathtub.

I struggle to push back against all his weight in pure demonic muscle, but it’s impossible. I only manage to free my cheek and half my lips to splutter, “…have you… no… no decency. Privacy? Zar!”

As I accuse him of being careless with the public – who are witnessing my defilement, I spot another gaze in the shadows of his sorcerer’s chamber, watching on.

Asmodeus is cleverly in the corner, his eyes find mine – I do not see the rest of his swirling mass of shadowed flank, hidden in another dimension – but he is quite focused on Zarcar fucking my ass.

“Face down, Draconess,” Zarcar forces my face back into the sheets as he continues to thrust harder – and my first scream of pure annoyance, coupled with ripples of pleasure from my first terrible climax – is a disappointed muted sound, “You are a Queen now, no longer an Empress! You will learn!”

Oh, whatever!

I do find room to pant, one eye free again, as I watch one older slave, a Sun Priestess, walking up to Zarcar’s bed – two feet from me, awkwardly looking at me, and then Zarcar.

“The bath is ready, General Zarcar,” she bows her head.

“Good, come closer to me,” Zarcar drawls, as he settles half into my hole – and reaches for her.

I gasp in confusion, but the scenario soon gets… argh… worse?

What is he –

Asmodeus is laughing from the corner as Zarcar grabs the ladies hair, whispering, “Silentium,” then promptly slitting her throat with a dagger that appears from thin fucking air – creating an instant black magic sacrifice, “…subcinctus equus ille…” I blink in confusion, as she doesn’t collapse from the blood flowing from her neck. Instead, the slave’s whole body starts to levitate and fly backwards toward As! “Worth it,” Zarcar growls, before slapping my ass, “You useless rebellious shit,” he pulls out, still hard, and he jumps off the bed to tend to the bath.

I lie in a post-climatic sweat, as I watch in horror as Asmodeus lifts the sacrifice and first drinks from the blood of her slit neck, like fine wine – and then proceeds to rip this innocent person to shreds, while chanting extremely demonic crazy insane tributes to the one and only; Lucifer, King of Hell. I hear diabolus chanted, a direct link to the King of Hemon himself.

“As?” I whisper under my breath, as I see his black eyes flame crimson red, from all the gore around him, that burns into a black ashy cloud – joining his interdimensional form.

Powerful magic swirls.

He locks gazes with me, smiling with red teeth.

“Yes, my Queen?” Asmodeus speaks politely.

“I can see why I am designed to hunt you,” I slowly sit up, speaking seriously, “…that was disgusting… and I never want to see that behaviour again… are we a Venatores for Lucifer? No… we protect this realm. Not Hemon!”

“Tonight, you bathe in blood,” Asmodeus ignores everything I say.

“Yup.”

One word of agreement, from Zarcar.

I don’t like the way my Keeper says it.

I swivel on the bed and I turn to see all the slaves and servants, also silently slaughtered for the bath.

I almost gag, but the only emotion more strong than disgust right now – is a morbid and demonic curiosity.

Zarcar cups his hand into the bathtub, and tastes the warmth.

“Just ripe enough,” Zarcar looks at me, and flicks his hand back, so the blood splatters on the tiles.

“Are you serving the devil or something?” I speak rather hysterically as I wipe the strands from my face, “We fight him, Zar – he’s evil-evil. We’re good-evil! What the hell –? Oh, damn it, the hell pun was accidental!”

“With me,” Asmodeus walks toward me, holding out a hand.

It takes me a few moments to process his human body.

He’s still gigantic but that horse flank is gone; to where?! Oh, who knows. That was black magic for you.

“With you?” I point to his hand and my chest.

As just holds his hand outward closer to me and he holds my gaze, waiting.

I gulp and I know I better listen… but mostly to show strength, to show I’m not scared.

I hesitantly and gently lower my smaller pale hand into his midnight warmth, as his fingers slowly clutch around mine.

“We’ll bathe together, and I’ll solidify my shifted form – with Zarcar and your permission, binding me to the earth,” As speaks politely again. You know, as if the mass murder didn’t just occur moments ago.

“Oh,” I raise both my brows and I stand with him, “Bound… to me and Zar…? How exactly?”

“Friends,” Asmodeus pulls me from the bed and makes me stand in front, before cupping both my cheeks, and leaning in to kiss his wet red lips to mine, a firm but quick peck before leaning back to promise me, “…although you and I will never be less, Chyronex…”

I cringe back, as As follows my awkwardness with his gaze, and he seems to decide he likes my squeamish side.

“Sit in the bath with Asmodeus,” Zarcar calls to both of us, but he eyes me with an impatient glare, “It’s mixed with water – don’t be so fucking wimpish, Draconess, we have a job to do.”

“Why is this even necessary?” I whisper to Zarcar, through gritted teeth.

“Now,” Zarcar commands me, while Asmodeus happily walks past to jump in and lowers himself into the bubbling cauldron made from a bath I once cherished.

“Argh,” I pretend to gag as I force myself to step in and sit opposite Asmodeus.

“A diabolus siege is upon us tonight, the steam is rising from Hemon,” Zarcar stands to my side and pets my hair, while I try to ignore the sticky water, “You need to bring Asmodeus officially into the Venatores. The devil comes for you tonight.”

“Comes for me?” I ask, pointing to my chest again.

“The King of Hell loves all Draconess’ like his one true love,” Asmodeus blinks at me, nodding slowly, “We must protect you, lest he steals you into Hemon to torture you for eternity – he despises things he loves.”

“I’m not interested in blood-letting gods of the underearth,” I whisper, “This bath is enough compared to being surrounded by rotting demon meat and life blood sacrificed every day… no… no thank you. I’ll stick to fucking daisies, thank you very much,” I glance to Zarcar, who smiles as he wets his thumb in the blood and starts to draw symbols on my cheeks.

“I agree it is much nicer in this realm of plenty,” Asmodeus needs to learn to stare less, as it is beyond intense.

“Yes, my love,” I murmur to Asmodeus, I shuffle closer as Zarcar turns to paint the symbols on our newest member next. I grab As’ feet in the water, and I add, “My darling As, I welcome you into my Venatores. I am pleased you have feet. I will partner you with Andoll, to teach you how to assimilate in Swendula, she is very kind and patient –”

“She is my bitch already,” Asmodeus speaks plainly.

Right.

“Andoll is no one’s b –”

“You will succumb to me next,” Asmodeus is done speaking of assimilation.

Fucking hell.

“Of course,” I’ve learned to lie to shut them up quickly. All my Venatores, in their natural states, were a fucking pain.

“We’ll be hunting tonight,” Zarcar intervenes, while glaring at As as he paints the symbols into place, “And hopefully winning the war and saving lives. No more human sacrifices after we win this signature battle.”

“How do you gain your advantages without such action?” As drawls to Zar, “It is a waste of time not to use what is given to you – sacrifices are necessary.”

No.

I slap Asmodeus.

Lightly.

But I do slap him.

“No way, As,” I growl, “Human sacrifices are never happening again after tonight – I forbid it –!”

Asmodeus promptly leans forward and captures me in a kiss that destroys my mental state.

I can’t think, even as our lips separate, I look doe eyed as he grabs my hips and guides me closer. As places me over his cock under the blood-water, settling me down and penetrating me while I’m lucid and my eyes roll back as my speech leaves me.

He had a knack at this.

Now in my state of delirious pleasure, I get fucked and I fuck back – while all language around me ceases to make sense.

Until I cum.

And oh boy, do I cum – a thousand stars light my mind’s eye.

I come screaming back awake, out of the lust’s haze.

“Fuck you, you non-horse – but really are a horse-man!” I try to grab Asmodeus’ shoulders, but my grip fails, as Asmodeus stands with me wrapped around his hips, and he drops me out of the bathtub onto the floor. I fall quite far too. Smack into the ground; I hurt my beautiful ass! “OW!” I roll onto my back, crying tears of pity while Zarcar throws a clean bucket of water onto As – and then for me.

I seem to be spending a lot of time on the ground lately. Perhaps where my Venatores preferred to see me.

“We have a war against the King of Hell to win, forget?” Zarcar stands over my head, drawling down at me with a small smirk.

Asmodeus rather, stands over my feet, drawling to my feet, “We’ll find a use for these, afterwards,” how cryptic and disturbing.

No thank you! I curl my feet back with my bent knees, and Asmoedus bothers to reach my gaze with his eyes instead, winking at me deceptively. Oh, fuck, because you see, now I’m turned on again. How confusing to feel attraction to this beast of a man, a Prince… born from Hell.

I swiftly glance up to Zarcar and I remember the time the King of Hell pretended to be him.

And then I remember… what Lucifer once promised me.

Not so very long ago, either.

Are you ready… truly ready to rule the greatest Venatores this world has ever seen? I’m sending in an army to test you, when you least suspect it. By that stage, we’ll see how strong you really are. And if you win the war, I’ll give you a prize… Empress of Uldaya. You’ll be above all of your lovers.

Lucifer was indeed assaulting us at an unpredictable time.

But I also had a reward to attain.

I slowly grin from the floor.

Empress.

Somehow, someway, I could achieve that – I could topple Rey again. But this time… it’d be permanent and they’d all know it.

“I’m ready,” I sit up quickly, “I’m so ready for this!”

“Just one more thing,” Asmodeus speaks, while Zarcar looks both flustered and angry, as if he doesn’t want As to keep stealing my attention and my wide curious eyes.

“Oh?” I turn to As.

“If you lose this war tonight,” Asmodeus drawls clearly, “I will return to hell as my Centaur – and fuck you for eternity, happily, within my palace, as a re-instated Prince of Hell. Simply, I will return to hell for you, so do not lose, Chyronex. Or your fate will be whore – to a horse – for eternity. It is a promise, my love.”

Another polite saying.

Just – politely polite!

“That’s enough crap talk,” Zarcar deepens his drawl, seemingly hating another member of the Venatores more than Lixar. I can hear the venom.

“I am simply telling the truth of the matter to my princess,” Asmodeus shrugs.

“I am not your princess,” I cut him off, hysterically, “Let’s get ready for a war – where you will obey me,” I state this to both of them.

Zarcar nods respectfully.

Asmodeus blinks.

Good enough?

Now – I guess it was nearly time to go to war with the King of Hemon.