First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 451 A Long Time Coming…

Chapter 451 A Long Time Coming…

Chapter 451 A Long Time Coming…

451 A Long Time Coming…

It was difficult to wake up the cosmic dragon because he was known to be such a heavy sleeper.

Mira wanted to play tea party? She had to wait for an hour or risk her dad falling asleep in the biscuits.

Breakfast time? His love of good food is nothing compared to his love of being nestled in a cold room underneath a thick blanket and in between a pair of breasts.

His wives want to have sex? …Well some things are worth waking up for.

The point is, Abaddon only wakes up when he is ready or when it is absolutely necessary.

And once his subconscious mind heard Lailah and Tatiana discussing what was no less than an arranged marriage, he immediately opened his eyes in a state of bewilderment.

"Girls…"

Lailah and Tatiana flinched as they turned their heads to the side and started whistling inconspicuously.

"Seems like you were talking about something interesting just now. Care to fill me in?"

Tatiana discreetly tried to crawl off of Abaddon's back, but his tail held her firmly in place.

Lailah also tried to sneak away, but Abaddon grabbed her by the nose and brought her eye level with him.

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"Ah… do you want to have sex?"

"Did you think that would make me forget about everything I just heard?"

"Darling, you just put your hand in her bra as you said that…" Tatiana snickered.

Abaddon looked down at his own hand with a look of clear betrayal.

Deciding to just go with it, he sat up in an instant and pulled Lailah into his lap with whirlwind speed.

"Now, I'm listening."

Lailah's bra and panties were casually discarded in an instant and Abaddon resumed playing with her body with much less impunity than before.

"H-Hey, you're distracting me.."

"Am I? Just consider this your punishment for conspiring against me."

"W-Why isn't Tatiana being punished then?! She is complicit in this too!"

"Stool pigeon!" Tatiana cried accusingly.

"Our Tati is a sex goddess." Abaddon reminded. "She will only take delicious pleasure out of any sort of torture I give her. Ignoring her is the best way to punish her."

"H-How cruel!"

"See?"

Lailah gritted her teeth as her husband brushed the pads of his fingertips across her nipples and continuously avoided giving her the necessary stimulus for greater pleasure.

"W-We did this because of you, okay?"

"Me? I thought I made it clear that-"

"Y-You did, darling, I know that you weren't planning to get married again but… Erica would be good for you. Apparently the two of you had a moment at the garden party and I think that-"

"A moment?" Abaddon lifted up a brow as he tried to think about the night he and his wives returned home in more clear detail.

His mind was set up like an expansive document folder within a computer system so all that he had to do was go looking for the fuzzy memory and he was able to recall the entire scene clearly.

An enraged, yet vulnerable looking Erica.

The sweet citrus scent that lingered off her body and filled up his nostrils.

The feeling of her warm and surprisingly soft body against his own.

It was now so unbelievably fresh in his mind that he wasn't sure how he could have ever forgotten it.

'No more drinking…'

"The next morning she was a-adamant about receiving a mark from us… and after some deliberation, we decided to give her one. Tati was the final vote, s-so… can you pinch them now?" Lailah pleaded.

"No." Abaddon brushed aside Lailah's hair and ever so gently bit the nape of her neck.

The shiver that went down her spine was accompanied by a pitiful whimper that nearly made him lose focus.

'Hold fast to your will, Abaddon! You're supposed to be upset!'

He turned his attention toward Tatiana, who he had to hold at a certain angle with his tail so that she wouldn't try to grind on it and push herself over the edge.

"Do you have anything to say about this, little miss?"

He slipped one of his hands down between her thighs and tried not to be so entranced by the wetness that threatened to deprive him of his anger and underwear.

"We know how much your vow means to you and that you wouldn't break it again. S-So we thought that this teeny little loophole just might help you both be happy, and help you live with yourself afterwards…"

"…" Today really was a lot for Abaddon to wrap his mind around and it didn't seem like it was going to end anytime soon.

His wives, his children, the gods, why did it seem like everyone was out to stress him until the point where he was ready to take out his brain and throw it into the washing machine?

Did he like Erica? Naturally.

Did he find her sexually attractive? Of course he did.

But did he want to get married to her through some deranged scheme that his wives had planned out?

He may not have had the answer to that particular question, but there was one thing that he knew for certain.

He had to go and talk to her himself.

'But first…Valerie, can you hear me?' He called.

'Hey, love! I was just coming back to the house, do you need something?'

'Actually I do… I'd like you to keep your sisters company while I step out.'

'Oh… okay then, be there soon.'

- Five Minutes Later

Abaddon smiled at the sight of Valerie in a black leather outfit that accentuated her assets nicely.

Her butt was being hugged tightly, her cleavage was exposed and her entire crotch was cut out for easy accessibility.

He watched proudly as she snapped her fingers and a wooden chest appeared that was filled with all kinds of depraved goodies.

Whips, candles, vibrators, anal beads, you name it.

Lailah and Tatiana were both hanging from the ceiling in erotic positions, with all of their garments removed and bound with golden chains made from Abaddon's own blood.

"So, do you have any specific method of discipline that you want me to use on them tonight?" Valerie asked with a massive smile.

Lailah: "V-Val, don't do this!"

Tatiana: "W-What are you going to do to us~?"

"Oh, right." Valerie snapped her fingers and two gags appeared in the mouths of both girls.

"Just keep them on the edge, and do not kiss them or show them affection." Abaddon instructed. "And most importantly… don't let them finish no matter how much they beg you. Understood?"

"Y-Yes.." Valerie loved to see her husband in a good mood, but she would never lie and say that seeing him upset didn't make her feel particularly unholy.

Abaddon grabbed his wife by the throat and pulled her body so close to him him that he could have kissed her with only the faintest movement forward.

"Don't forget you are in trouble as well. Or did you think that I wouldn't know that you were complacent in this ordeal alongside them?"

Lailah smirked as she watched Valerie's legs tremble uncontrollably underneath the weight of Abaddon's threat.

However, she rolled her eyes a second later when she saw the clear trail of excitement running down her sister's leg.

When Abaddon disappeared from the bedroom, Valerie turned around slowly with a clearly excited look on her face.

She cracked her whip in the air once just to make the girls flinch, and grabbed two of the tail plugs and a candle before she started walking towards the bound women.

"I figured I should say this before we start, but… I really fucking love our husband~!"

-

Abaddon reappeared just outside of Erica's home in Sha-Leh.

Unlike what most people would have expected, Erica lived in a modest sized one story house that didn't appear all that special from the outside.

However, upon stepping inside of the home, one finds that it is grander than most.

For starters, Erica's home is practically always enlarged on the inside.

Huge counters, furniture, bathtub, you name it.

The reason for this being that Erica spends most of her time at home stretched out as a phoenix.

Sprouting his wings, Abaddon flew throughout her home while looking for the familiar red haired woman.

He found her in the living room lying on her leather sofa with an air of depression around her.

Though it would be hard to notice it.

Her beautiful vermillion feathers were shining so brilliantly even in the dim room.

She slowly opened her bright amethyst eyes and let out a surprised screech when she saw a familiar miniature horned man floating inside of her home.

"A-A-Abaddon?! What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you. If it's worth anything, I did knock." *He did not. His mind was so cloudy that he forgot about it and just came right in.*

There was an explosion of flame before Erica went back to normal along with her home.

She sat in front of Abaddon as a slightly puffy-eyed, bewitching vision of an older woman who somehow made his heart sing.

Erica looked at her unrequited love longingly before letting out a small scoff and looking away in an attempt to save face.

"I guess since you're here then the girls must have told you about the plan…and I take it you're here to reject me. Again."

"Are you… pouting?"

"…No."

Abaddon grabbed Erica by the chin gently and forced her to look at him.

As he expected, her lips were slightly poked out, and her pupils were trembling just a bit as if she were trying not to cry.

Normally, consolation would be the way to go!

But Abaddon and Erica have something of a… special dynamic.

"Crybaby." He snickered.

A vein immediately bulged in Erica's forehead as she showed a smile that was not a smile.

"Jackass!"

Erica shoved the dragon god as hard as she possibly could and sent him catapulting into a marble column.

Of course, he merely laughed the whole time he was flying through the air, even as his body slid comically to the ground.

In an instant, Erica appeared on top of him once again, with her slender hands around his muscular neck.

"I should just kill you for breaking my heart and making fun of me time and time again… I hate that I ever fell in love with an asshole like you in the first place."

"Then why did you?" He laughed.

For the life of her, Erica was at a complete loss for words.

This was the second time in two days were she had the man of her dreams pinned underneath her, smiling at her like a childish fool and making her heart speed up beyond any healthy measurement.

Chances like this so rarely come around more than once, and she wouldn't squander this opportunity twice in a row.

'They gave me their blessing so… none of them should beat me up for this.'

"I'll tell you why, but… I need to do something first."

Abaddon's smile gradually faded as Erica lowered her head down and pressed her lips against his own.