Draconess
Vol.3 Chapter 7

Chyronex’s POV

I had been attempting to keep Uleya out of the severest of punishments, I had fought against it – only to end up siding with Zarcar.

Something terrible had happened to Uleya’s mind, her eyes were disoriented, her speech labored by heavy breaths, as sobbing completely overtook her whole body.

She kept begging us, telling us she was in love, and she had to go searching for the Lycan.

The only thing that got her resting was a sleeping potion, not even a spell.

She was now asleep in a safe dungeon, far away from demons, her head on a soft pillow, blankets keeping her warm, and multiple trusted guards on duty, including one member of the Venatores at all times.

Lix was taking the first shift, sitting inside the cell, reading a book with a lantern, happy to keep Uleya company.

Overall, the Venatores was relieved. The reason being is that my bad omen had seemed to unfold into something not so bad afterall.

Zarcar had done some research in his vast library of collected manuscripts and found a way to read about the purpose of this new kind of demon.

From a very old manuscript on ‘Angel Killer’ Lycans, we found out that Lycans had nothing to do with hunting us, but were designed to hunt and kill decomposing human souls; also called the rotted souls. In other words, those humans who lived solely for another’s demise, with selfish ends. It was a tricky subject, and one hard to speculate on as a human… but as a demon born for the task, with the right nose – a wolf’s nose… they had certain instincts none of us had.

So last night the Venatores celebrated that our peace was not over, that the devil had decided to leave us alone – generally.

The only downside was the absolute knowledge no more Dragons were being born. Therefore, no more Mystifyers to mate with them.

So Lixar and Zarcar were the last powerful dark sorceress, half Dragon-demon, half mortal.

I was the last Draconess and Andoll the last Dragon second to me.

Asmodeus was also seeing less and less Centaurs, and he had become quite depressed because of it. He reasoned his decision as a Prince to leave hell had caused the devil to forsake his entire species, and was stopping their production as well.

Of course, Vampires got a free break, however, since Rey was rather fond of the devil, even though they did not meet, he was the one constantly living like a downright fiend, only living for his lusts to be fulfilled, blood and sex. And it probably helped that Rey was making vampires now, producing them for the devil.

So, aside from lucky Rey and his Kind, our unconventional Venatores was the very last of its kind. We were specialist bad-demon hunters. It was us, and that was it. It was hard to know who would control the proliferation of the bad-demon kind when we were gone.

The resolution Zarcar and I came too was simple and it’s why we found a reason to celebrate last night.

We just had to survive.

We were the last, so we would take our future seriously.

Last night, in that moment of realization that the only ‘bad omen’ was that we were the last of our legacy, we had somehow found peace once more.

Until I saw Gypsy burst into the Inn, running to my side crying, and asking for Asmodeus’ immediate assistance.

That is how we found and saved Uleya from almost copulating with the Lycan. It’s also how we found out there were eight of them, it wasn’t just Onyx. Zarcar had suspected there would be more, from his own research into the subject of Lycans.

So now our only problem was the Lycan’s curse on female kind; pure insanity.

I squat down on the other side of the cell, near Lix as he reclines with his book, watching me with hooded eyes, so patient and all knowing.

“You know I’ll protect her from anything that comes her way,” Lix reassures me.

“I know, I know, I just wonder if this curse on her is permanent,” I whisper, so as not to wake Uleya from her sleeping.

“It might well be forever, if the poison of the new demon penetrated her very soul – it wouldn’t even have to involve them coupling… just her opening up to him on the mind and heart planes is enough for a demon to possess her, and she did scream how she loved him… Andoll herself has never fully recovered from her own experience with another soul within her,” Lix is brutally honest, “But even so, this time we’ll think of something.”

“Even if she has to sleep forever, until we replace a cure… I will not lose my daughter,” I whisper this as well, holding back tears, “…I will intercept the Lycans… I will use my own ways to replace a cure – or some kind of relief for Uleya,” I see Lix’s apprehension about my suggestion, but at the same time, it’s all we can do.

“Be safe, tits,” Lix smirks, staring at my breasts which are almost falling out of my tight ribbons that I put on this afternoon for the very aim of enticing the new demon breed forward.

I scowl as I stand up.

Now wasn’t the time for jokes like that.

I spin to walk out of the dungeons below the Uldaya Palace, and I see Zarcar’s shadow up ahead, as he waits for me around a bend in the stones.

I turn and I walk into his side, clutching his arm to me as we walk together.

“Oh, dearest warlord, how I fret,” my sigh is lengthy, “At least we have experience on our side, Zar.”

“You really think I’ll let you confront those demons alone?” Zarcar asks.

“Of course not, my handsome love, that’s why we are going to seek them together. From a distance, you can study them with your masculine eye – and I will use my charms to get close, and use my wiles, as I know best,” I smirk at the thought, knowing full well I have the experience to completely outwit the Lycan.

My guard was down when we first met, but now I knew his capacity for magic, I just had to bring a lot of curse guards with me. Pomegrante seeds, salt between my toes, blessed silver butterfly clips just behind my ears and two three pointed star earrings with a sapphire jewel in the center, to enhance my instincts.

I gaze up at Zarcar for his approval and his gaze is set forward and he shakes his head a little, not giving much away.

But no words, is better than a scolding.

I smile wider as we walk together, out of the dungeons, down into the streets, heading for the centre of Uldaya.

It was pretty easy to track down fellow demons.

They liked to drink.

And they loved whores.

It doesn’t take long to replace them.

****

And!

We replace them in a whore-house.

Surprisingly within all eight rooms are booked out, as Zarcar and I stand at the welcoming chamber, looking down the corridor to all eight rooms with doors shut.

The sounds we can hear coming from inside are a combination of monster’s snarling and women screaming and begging for more as they orgasm… not once, but consecutively and many times continuously.

I’ll admit, they all sound like they’re having a stunning ride.

Even so, with the guttural noises filtering down to us, I stand in shock with my ribbons my only adornment, like usual, barely covering my hard tits – and Zarcar’s eyes immediately notice my reaction to the sounds and smells ahead.

He broods, while I stand speechless.

“…perhaps we should return before dusk?” Zarcar murmurs.

“They’ll be fucking until dusk,” I respond – but he gives me a snarky sideways glare and I quickly change my tune, “I’ll just knock.”

“You’ll do no such thing – don’t walk in on it!”

“usque ad petram,” I get in quicker, tossing a tiny cursed rock at Zarcar’s feet, it bounces off his boot and as he tries to lunge forward, he crashes straight into the hostess standing in front of us as his one foot sticks to the floor – my frightening warlord literally collides spectacularly into the hostess’ pillow sized breasts.

She holds onto him, trying to steady him, while I’ve ducked around and pranced down the corridor.

My mate and lover will be still until he can get that rock back into his hand, but he’ll need to direct the hostess to do it, and it already bounced off and disappeared somewhere under one of the love couches set out front. It’ll take some time.

“Get that rock for me, quickly, bend over – look, bend over and look there,” as Zarcar tries to negotiate what she has to do, the whore mistakes it as nothing more than an attempt at dirty talk.

I smirk to myself, looking over my shoulder.

Zarcar’s dark eyes shoot daggers at me as the whore is placing his hands on her breasts, tempting him to squeeze if he so desires, attempting to get a gold coin or two from his pocket first.

I shrug one shoulder at him, pretending not to care.

Besides – Uleya’s cure was my priority.

I follow my senses, which lead me to the last door on the right.

I can hear the girl within choking and gagging while the beast is growling in pleasure.

That’s Onyx’s deep and demonic tone.

I already recognize it.

I knock twice and open the door myself, peaking in.

The site is one to behold.

There are three whores in here.

One is passed out on the bed, already fucked.

One is puking into a bucket in the corner – legs jelly-fied.

The one servicing the Lycan has his giant oversized cock down her throat, her eyes rolled back.

Onyx keeps his cock lodged in deep, as he carefully looks over his shoulder – expecting another whore to jump in.

He is rather surprised to see me again.

He raises a brow and I smile and step in, shutting the door.

“sigillum stricta,” seal tight, I whisper.

Onyx has spoken simultaneously, “claude durum,” lock hard.

We both meet each other’s cheeky eyes.

Too alike, in some regards.

We both cursed the door to be locked at the same time, just with opposite magics.

The girl at his mercy passes out with his cock too deep inside her too long.

She falls to the floor, fast asleep and now granted some mercy thanks to me.

The other whore by the bucket has crawled onto the bed to hold her friend, to sleep also.

Onyx tired them out rather quickly.

Although they weren’t begging for his love.

“You know why I am here,” I tell him, “At least I assume so.”

Onyx turns to me and his semi-hard cock is growing in length again when his red hellish eyes look me over.

My long brown hair is in locks over my breasts, and aside from my long hair, my ribbons are my only protection.

But at the same time, I don’t care about myself, only my daughter.

“Not quite,” Onyx murmurs, clearly distracted.

“Uleya,” I say her name, hoping to read his instant reaction.

His eyes say it all.

Barely a reaction.

He isn’t that interested.

His head tilts slightly.

“…yes, I know her,” Onyx growls out, “…I paid for my time and you’re disrupting the defiling… anything else you want me to answer, you’ll have to pay for my time,” and then he loses it.

“Oh, don’t even try that tone with me, Lycan, you’re talking to a Draconess, don’t forget it – I am in my priestess form, but I can gulp you down and spit you out, cooked down to your bones, before you can put that cock anywhere near my orifices,” I challenge him.

Onyx looks me over, seems to conclude quite quickly I am bluffing while in my priestess form.

He is right.

Without a word toward me, he practically dismisses me, turning back to the whore down near his claws at his feet.

He pokes her cheek with his claw gently, “Wake up and finish the job, whore,” he growls at her for her attention.

I had been hoping to banter, demon to demon, but Onyx was rather quick to focus on his own selfish desires.

I should have thought this through a bit better.

A display of my skin was not enough for him.

I quickly walk forward with a sigh of frustration and I duck under his arm, pressing myself against his front and his cock, now right between my breasts, already pumping some cum out and over my ribbons – smearing on my skin.

Getting this close may have been a mistake.

The pheromones go straight up my nose.

I just take control of them by not denying them, I just let them flow, so I can think as clearly as possible.

I moan a little as I half close my eyes and press myself closer, speaking over his shaft.

“I just need to know how to help her,” I beg him, looking up into his amused, rather smug and confident eyes, as I appear to submit, “Please, Onyx, I am here to save my daughter.”

Onyx reaches up and puts his claws on the top of my head, pushing me back an inch from him. No?!

He was denying me now?!

“She’s mine now… go,” Onyx drawls over my face, before shoving me aside and reaching for the whore once again.

I clench my fists and glare at him, wanting to hex him.

However, Onyx immediately meets my heated gaze – and I acknowledge what he is saying with that look, just with those demon eyes; try it, bitch… and I’ll hex you right back.

And knowing him – from what I do know, it’ll be more powerful than I can anticipate.

“Bastard,” I whisper, hissing at him now, “SHE’S MY DAUGHTER!” even as I scream it, Onyx’s ears twitch and swivel on the top of his head, but that’s his only acknowledgement to my plea.

Suddenly we can both hear a knock at the door.

Rather; loud banging.

“Chyronex,” Zarcar snarls, “Open this door,” when I don’t move right away, he uses his magic, against Onyx’s spell – his masculine energy will undo Onyx’s energy, just reversed. I give Onyx a smirk now, knowing he will be impressed that I have a dark sorcerer on my side too, “solvite” Zarcar snarls the word.

I watch as the hinges on the door start to pop out – but when Onyx turns his gaze back to the door, the pins slide back into place.

Zarcar goes quiet on the other side when the door does not open right away for his command.

Before I let Onyx gloat, while he is already fucking one of the whores in the ass again, I warn him, “This isn’t our last encounter,” I point at him.

Onyx grins viciously with all his teeth, still amused – while he fucks the writhing and pleasured whore in front of me, clearly happy just to get back to what he paid for and to see my nagging presence finally retreat.

I open the door myself.

Zarcar is waiting, and he immediately looks in, to take in the beast he has to contend with in Uldaya now.

I turn to look back into the room, to see what Onyx is doing – and the cheeky bastard has shifted to his mortal form.

Looking innocent and handsome as hell, he looks back at Zarcar like he is confused.

“You mind, I’d like some privacy,” Onyx drawls out, politely to Zar.

Zarcar looks confused and just shuts the door for Onyx, before turning to me.

The look he gives me is one of fury but also acceptance.

I don’t know why he is frustrated, I was the one who had to deal with that young demon’s arrogant dismissal of my pleas.

“He is a trickster – that young demon scum,” I hiss, “he was a Lycan a moment ago. And I didn’t know he was that handsome as a man!”

“Did you get the information?” Zarcar asks me, ignoring my anger, as he picks up one of the ribbons on my chest, and checks out the demon seed just on me.

Bloody hell… argh… I forgot it was there.

I look down at the smear of it and I shake my head.

Zarcar puts his mouth next to my ear, “Then you tried – and it’s the last time we do things your way. As your Keeper, I’m returning you to the Palace – now, no more of your games, Draconess,” he snarls that low, putting a hand to my back and ushering me as quickly as he can out of the whore house. As we walk along the streets I pull out of his hold and walk next to him a few paces away, arms crossed over my chest as I think deeply, and Zarcar still broods, “You always love to tease… Chyronex… no more. Survival is our game now. I will replace a cure for Uleya, you don’t need to go looking for trouble.”

“I’m just learning about them,” I growl out, “He’s complicated.”

“He’s also rather handsome and captivating to women, which is what you are, last time I checked,” Zarcar can’t keep the jealousy out of his tone, “We’re having a bath when we get back, you brat.”

I feel my heart flutter in my chest.

I’ll admit… I did love a good bath.

Especially when it was shared with my Mystifyer.

I perk up a bit – at least the whole night wasn’t a total waste of time.

Now I could get fucked with Zarcar’s unrelenting need to punish me – the best kind of demon fucking.