Draconess
Vol.3 Chapter 6

Uleya’s POV

When I approach Onyx and he puts his hot hand against my cheek, sending a fury of hellish heat right through my blood – breathing becomes euphoric.

The air in my lungs around him, feels like a mist of wine.

It goes straight into my bloodstream and up to my head.

All I can focus on are Onyx’s sexy red eyes as his hand slowly trails down to my neck, softly caressing my skin, as his fingers spread wide and he holds my neck – able to choke me if he wanted to, but only carefully holding my throbbing skin, feeling the pulsing of my heart. I feel so much for him, it’s making me feel insane with deep want.

Onyx seems intrigued by the unique pulse of me, as his eyes skim down to my neck and over my skin, back to my blushing lips and wet eyes – I was almost crying with the emotion stirring inside me.

I think… I think I am in love with a Lycan demon.

Gypsy is just as entranced as me, leaning her head on my shoulder, her hands boldly splayed over his thighs as we lean into him, looking for his approval or his voice.

Say something, Onyx, I will it.

Onyx doesn’t speak… yet.

Instead he licks over his sharp teeth and looks past us, to his pack of brothers, fornicating with other women.

Onyx raises his hand to Gypsy and cups her cheek as well. She moans and almost wavers on the spot.

“With me,” Onyx finally drawls deep, taking his hands off both of us, “We have a room,” he casually turns away from us, jumping off the windowsill out of Curses, he moves into the alley. Gypsy and I scramble out of the window, as if he’s our shepherd and we are mindless to anything but his movements.

I link my arm with Gypsy, we lean on each other for support as we follow him into the darkening shadows, deeper into the alley, our eyes focused on his slow but large strides.

“…this is a curse…” Gypsy sighs, almost moaning again, “…this feeling inside... do you… feel it too?”

“I’m in love with him,” I tell her straight, “I’m drowning on this feeling, I don’t care.”

“…but he’s a weapon… against… feminine power…” Gypsy struggles to whisper about it, “He’s… a bad omen. Don’t you remember?”

Gypsy takes her arm from mine and stops walking.

I stumble after him but when I turn to Gypsy, she is watching me with wide eyes, a hand now on her chest.

“Stop, stop, please, he’s luring you in,” Gypsy chokes out, still fighting the feelings herself, “It’s an illusion, Uleya – just stop. Just think.”

“I don’t care, I just want to experience more of it,” I tell her with a smile, “He just wants to fuck us.”

“You don’t know that,” Gypsy speaks more firmly now, “…you don’t know what he wants with your body… your blood… your bones… you’re invaluable as a rare moon priestess… Chyronex taught us all better than this. Don’t make me call for As,” Asmodeus’ name we could not say, unless we were in a life or death situation, due to the side effects – but saying his name would bring him to us, as he was a pure blooded centaur, a Prince of Hell, specially the Prince of Lust; aka, powerful enough to save us from violence.

“I’m sorry, go home,” I walk to Gypsy, and I hold her shoulders, searching her eyes, “I already encountered Onyx last night, and he spared me from whatever fate I could have had at the hands of a demon… I’m telling you, he’s like father, like Lix, like Andoll, like mother – a friendly demon, with human blood. Onyx is half mortal, half demon.”

Gypsy lowers her eyes and grabs my wrist, saying low, “Okay… I don’t want you to get thrown into a dungeon or worse… I’m just leaving… please be safe… goodbye,” she runs off.

“I,” I try to call out to her, but Gypsy sprints, crossing her fingers – to ward off hexes, curses and black magic.

She was trained well by mother.

Everyone in the coven was well trained.

I was the troublemaker.

Because I didn’t want to be held back. I wanted to experience everything.

I wanted a life.

I wanted adventure.

I didn’t want to go home to that boring room anyway, away from everything and everyone!

I turn to see if Onyx is still in view.

He is waiting in the shadows, hanging out a doorway to the back of another Inn, where he clearly bought a room. He waits for me, and I run to him.

“Where’s your friend?” Onyx asks, curious why she ran.

“She saw sense, I guess,” I laugh it off, “But I’m not scared of you. I rather like you.”

“You’re falling,” Onyx whispers over me, smirking, his hand reaching for my throat but not touching – purposefully teasing me as he moves back and I feel myself tugged toward him by an invisible tether. I follow him inside.

Grinning, Onyx’s teeth flash in the dark as he turns and runs up the stairs.

I follow, almost tripping over my own tunic as I reach the top and I follow him down a wide berthed corridor.

Looking around, I see this isn’t… an inn.

This is a council office and a guest house.

Along the walls are trails of blood written in weird masculine symbols.

A few sculptures are knocked over and one painting is ripped into – a struggle occurred here.

Dried blood mixes with wood fragments from a broken door, and glimpsing inside, I see…

A pile of dead bodies.

The smell of decomposing flesh and iron shakes me out of the spell of his pheromones for a moment.

I cross my arms over my chest and claw into my own arms, causing some pain.

I turn to see Onyx smiling at the end of the corridor, by an open door – intact, not broken.

“Don’t concern yourself with that, sweet witch,” Onyx explains.

“Were they rotting?” I ask, attempting a half smile.

“…no,” Onyx shakes his head, “They were in my way,” he shrugs one shoulder.

I had taken a step forward but now I stop.

“I thought you were a good demon,” I state, now angry.

Onyx isn’t fazed by my suspicious turn, “I am… but I’m still a demon, with a demon’s short patience…” he reminds me of the Venatores… they weren’t always one to keep in their rages either. It… reassures me… a little bit… I guess?

Curiosity mixes with my fear, causing me to walk forward anyway toward Onyx once again and the room he hijacked.

Onyx moves into the bedchamber, and I follow behind. I see this place is outfitted with extravagances, for foreign visitors on trips to Uldaya. Everything is fit for a King.

Onyx moves to the windows and pulls the shutters closed.

The pretty room goes pitch black and I turn to the open door, just to see a blur in front of my eyes – and then the door slams shut.

Freaking out, I move back to the wall, hardly able to breathe as I realize I did just walk into a trap.

I prepare to scream Asmodeus’ name – but as I suck in a deep and panicked breath, the room fills with light swiftly.

Red, dim, light.

Coming from the shifted Lycan now standing in the middle of the room, towering over me, his ears near the ceiling.

Onyx is soaking up the darkness and omitting his own luminescence, charged with black magic.

The colours of the room waver with his heat, and he keeps his distance, but stares me down, holding me entranced while I’m backed up against one wall, staring at the Lycan with my open mouth and frozen tongue.

“I don’t hurt my bitches,” Onyx snarls out smoothly, not loudly, his demonic voice fills the room with more masculine energy and my whole entire feminine core shuts down. The magic within me... it’s hushed.

But it is only hushed, because I felt naturally submissive and trusting of his words.

“Is that what I am, your bitch?” I gasp out, attempting to hold my arms tight around my tunic, across my chest – the effort becomes rather hard, so I give up and my arms drop to my sides, becoming loose and open. I breathe a bit easier.

“…you’re about to be much more than that,” Onyx drawls confidently, smirking with his wolf head – and the smile is too knowing, too powerful. He radiates power like a Dragon could. I didn’t understand his grace and power – for a demon so young, too.

“You’re not possible,” I speak with my hands splayed against the wall, my nails digging into the wallpaper, as I try not to rip the tunic from my body, as the heat and smell in the room intensifies.

I could drown in his musk – a pure demonic promise. One of the most beautiful truths I have ever seen, radiating out of his eyes. That hardcore truth? I was completely at his mercy and his intent – because I wanted to be and I wanted nothing else in the world.

I opened my heart up.

“What will I become?” I whisper, so willing, closing my eyes for a moment.

In that moment Onyx closes the distance and his heat blasts over me, as he snarls over my head, the dark answer, “…a slut puppy.”

I breathe in through my nose and I drop down.

I submit without warning.

My back slides along the wall, until I end up on my knees and hands.

Panting suddenly before a wave of dizziness overcomes me, I rip the string off from around my waist, and I jerk the tunic off my body, throwing it away violently.

The fresh air provides me with some relief, as his radiating hellish heat now touches my bare skin.

When I’m totally naked, I reach out and I hold onto his furry ankle, hoping for some support.

“I feel like I’m dying, Onyx,” I beg him for his explanation, “Why do I feel like I’m dying? I’m so… thirsty… I’m so fevered… I must be near death, is this the end?”

Onyx’s claw runs under my chin, lifting my head by virtue of the promising cut if I don’t move quickly enough.

I stumble back to my feet, holding onto his front now, looking up into his eyes, as he tilts his head to look down at me, curious how I hold the front of me against his body. Support. Help. Friend.

At the same time I feel a hot, hard cock, resting against my arm.

I can’t take this drowning feeling anymore, the void just gets deeper and deeper inside me as I stare up into his intimidating eyes.

“…I want… you… to kill me…” I whisper, laughing quietly and hysterically at the end, breathless, “I can’t take this feeling, end it, please.”

I don’t mean literally kill.

But I am using it metaphorically to tell him how twisted he has my soul for him right now.

I am craving something I don’t even understand.

“Say it,” Onyx lowers his head, to drawl in my ear, “You know what I want to hear you say, little girl.”

“…fuck me…” I moan it.

A harsher red light, explodes into the room.

I assume it must be Onyx, but when I search for his eyes, they aren’t on me anymore.

His wolf head and eyes are sideways, teeth bared and suddenly his claw, which had been caressing my jugular – presses violently against me.

He almost cuts me right open, because there is a sharp edge at his throat too.

We are not alone.

Asmodeus has used the shadows to come here, and holding his hand is Gypsy, eyes downcast as she sobs, unable to look at me.

I am deeply embarrassed, as I am naked and flush against this wolf man. And now that said demon has a claw too close against my throat – after promising not to hurt me.

I burst into tears at the judgmental centaur, with midnight skin as black as his hide – his eyes as red as Onyx, now directly challenge him with the sword he holds to his neck.

“Back off, Lycan,” Asmodeus speaks neutrally, one octave away from a full blown roar if he so chooses to use it, “Don’t leave a single scratch. Leave. Or die.”

Onyx moves his head back from the sword, while moving his claw away from my jugular.

Onyx also moves with the shadows, using them to disappear completely.

Asmodeus uses his demon magic to blast the fireplace to life, giving me light as I run for the bed and pick up a sheet, hurling it around my body.

I am so shocked and I am so humiliated, I am only able to sob and breathe heavily as Asmodeus stares me down with utter contempt for my disobedience.

He lowers his sword, shaking his head, “…Zarcar and the Draconess will deal with you, Uleya… fool you are,” Asmodeus slowly shakes his head, “…but don’t be so embarrassed.”

“Don’t talk to me,” I hiss it, feeling extremely embarrassed.

“It’s just a sin, one you can repent for,” Asmodeus ignores me, trotting forward, he holds out his other hand, “Take my hand. I won’t say another word.”

I nod, thankful he won’t make me feel anymore humiliated than I am right now at the very least.

I know, in a second, my humiliation is about to feel a thousand-fold worse – when I face mother and father.

I dread it.

I truly want to die now, rather than face their expressions of betrayal and disgust.

And deep in my heart, I feel a terrible, painful ache. It hurts so badly, like an open wound.

Onyx!!! I call to him in my mind, a howl of pain.

He doesn’t answer, and I feel even more hurt.

I thought I was falling in love.

But he left me here. Without a fight.

He didn’t care at all about me.