Chapter 86: And So Our Story Begins
"Out with it. Wha'choo talkin' 'bout, Willis?" Damien demanded with slanted eyes. He started doubting all his fourteen years of life. "The hell you mean, I wasn't a virgin? You tellin' me I got fuckin' Cosby'd?"
"Huh?" The woman had no idea what he meant.
Damien, however, didn't pay her any attention. He started questioning his entire 14 years of life. When? When did it happen, huh?! He went paranoid.
He remembered those groups of milfs during that party. The angelic green-eyed girl who could've totally taken advantage of his weary form.
The busty barmaid he'd met during his trip to the Kingdom's Crown City. Wait. He's a goddamn Dragon. Why was he so tired from just a few rounds of fighting back then?
And he can't get drunk! So how come he blacked out that night!?
No. Before them, what about Mother? He suddenly recalled her sweet, erotic moans as he suckled her breasts during his infancy. Father said something about offspring of the Dragon race not having any birth defects even in cases of incest….
...Haha. Nah. Even for a son-con like her, she wouldn't...well, she probably wouldn't…
…....
...
He started to sweat.
No, let's not jump to conclusions. He could be wrong. Although he had to admit, the fact he just heard he'd been reverse-raped and his thoughts immediately jumped to his own mother did NOT bode well.
"How can you even tell something like that to begin with?" He temporarily ignored his growing suspicions and directed an important question to the bearer of bad news herself.
"My mother's a Lust Demon." She explained simply. " I can tell these things."
He grunted. "Of course you do. Because everyone seems to have a bit of succubae in them these days." Evie, Mother, this chick, this chick's mother, Damien.
As the two were carrying the conversation on, Mary and Vera stared at the flame-haired beauty with pinched eyebrows. She seemed vaguely familiar, this woman, but they simply couldn't put their fingers on why.
"Did I never tell you, Little Lord?"
"You may have forgotten to mention it, yes."
"Not surprising. After all, we didn't do much talking." Her lips curled into a fond smile. She briefly examined the mother-daughter pair who were still stunned by her sudden appearance. "Judging by the essentia coming off you two, you must also be my Lord's women. It's nice to meet you." She strode forward and introduced herself with an extended hand. " Seraphine Vesta. Call me Sera. Anyway I'm sure you can understand my woes, eh?" She gave a light, twinkling laugh. "Even though time in my world works differently, after a few eons of nonstop sex you'd think he'd at least get bored or it! As women who have also experienced this guy's insatiableness, you should know well the hardships I had to endure." A petite hand was raised to her flushed cheek. A dreamy sigh escaped her lips. "Honestly, this rascal. He wouldn't stop even when I tried to sleep. Before that I didn't even think people within my realm could get tired!"
Damien cut in, "Hey, remember, it was either fighting or fucking and by nature I'm a lover, not a fighter." Literally. The Incubus and Angel in him personify two different flavors of love and combined they surely outweigh the Dragon in him. He has the wings to prove it, too.
Ignore his past dealings with the purging of heretics, wanton violence and drug addiction.
"And why the 'also'? Since when were you 'also' my woman, huh? Those two, sure, but you? I can't have a damn fire Dragon in my mother-daughter tree spirit paradise. Kindly fuck off with that nonsense, yeah?"
His words did nothing to discourage her. In their multi-universe spaning relationship she'd gotten quite used to him speaking carelessly. He didn't mean any harm even when he said unkind things. There was no dislike in his tone at all, for example, so she couldn't take it to heart.
In fact she only found it familiar and endearing. "I have taken residence in your body, and you still say I am not one of your women? Even after all those strange things you did to me--"
He quickly cut her off. "We don't need to talk about that."
She ignored him. "You must know what I'm talking about, no?" The way she looked at Mary and Vera was like she was talking to fellow conspirators or confidants. As if they shared amongst them some secret knowledge.
Mary saw that look and couldn't help letting out a dry laugh. "Well, I can't say I don't." Upon receiving a questioning glance from her daughter she went on to explain, "Maybe it's because you haven't had actual sex with him yet, but he can be a bit weird." The ghost of a smile appeared along her lips. "Once, while he finished on my face, he used his thumb and smeared his semen along my forehead while saying the word 'Simba' in a rather lengthy and dramatic voice. It was quite confusing, to say the least. I'm still not sure what it was about."
Totally not Damien's fault, that. It was just, like, a reflex. He couldn't help it. "Don't judge me."
"Did he ever try setting your pubic hair on fire and put it out with his load?" Inquired Sera.
Mary paled immediately. Damien glared at Sera and rushed to reassure her. "I'd never do that to you." He comforted.
"Who would have known the Young Master was such a sexual deviant." Vera shook her head. "You think you know a person."
Hearing this caused Sera to nod in agreement. 'He also once cooked something called onion rings and had the idea of having me eat them while they hung on his cock." She supplied helpfully. "They tasted quite good, actually" The woman licked her lips.
"We were in there for what must've been at least several supereons, okay? Forgive me if I wanted to try some new stuff every now and again." He grumbled. "Look, can we stop focusing on my questionable sexual history and go back to the part of who raped me?"
His reminder broke Mary from nightmares about the boy someday requesting she let him set her bush on fire. She was a bit resentful at the moment as because the appearance of this strange woman meant her plans of kicking her daughter out of the room to have sex with the girl's boyfriend--an insensitive way to word it, but somehow the thought had a twisted sort of appeal--went down the drain.
Now she had to deal with this "Sera" talking about Damien's supposed rape. And as sad as it was, she believed it actually happened. Even worse, she's quite certain about who committed the crime.
And so mary took a deep breath and gently exhaled through her nose, quickly composing herself. Then without the slightest of doubt, said, "It was definitely your mother."
"It could only be her," Vera affirmed.
"Bullshit!" Damien snapped. "She--"
"In fact, that was always to be her plan."
Mary's statement stopped Damien dead in his tracks. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He was sure he'd heard wrong.
The woman didn't allow him this false hope. "She does love your father, but he's no Dragon. You are."
"I don't follow."
She patiently began her explanation. "Someday, when he dies, she'll come to you. And when she does it will, of course, to make you her male. Do you not understand now?" Mary considered for a moment. "I think she plans to have you re-populate the Dragon race and then take you for her mate. She told me once she wanted to subjugate all the other major and powerful races of the Mortal Plane and I suppose you're to help her."
"Christ." He swore. "Why would she want to do that?"
"Boredom, mostly. She's also very much a Dragon supremacist, so that would be another reason. Though lesser, if we're honest."
The Dragon race dominated a vast number of realms, but so did the other "Transcendent
Races" and Mary always felt it was her obligation to fix that. Also, she thought it would be fun, another inter-realm war. She wasn't around for the last one, much to her dismay.
Sera grinned. "It actually doesn't happen very commonly, but Dragons would definitely engage in incest without complaint. People are naturally drawn to their family. We just take it a bit further."
"Muriel is a narcissist deep down. Her love for you is likely rooted in her own vanity and so, of course, she would find you the perfect partner. " She stopped just then, hesitating to go on. Finally, she gathered the courage to continue, but it was difficult. "Dolly, too, was a part of her repopulation plan. Do you remember when we dragged your father away the day he announced her engagement? I didn't mind myself, but your mother truly was furious. Because he was trying to marry off a Dragon Princess to some weak Nephilim, and because she wanted Dolly to take her place as the one to birth your child. Since it's too dangerous to attempt it herself. If your birth wasn't so exhausting to her vitality, she would surely try her luck a third time for you."
"Thankfully," Vera continued for her mother, "You have relatives in another Dragon clan."
"Yes," Mary confirmed. "Your father actually wanted to use this to spare you and Dolly from your mother's plan. Well, truth be told he simply used that to buy time knowing Muriel will make the promise simply to indulge him. Elias isn't naive enough to think she would keep her word past his lifetime and made plans of his own."
Damien had listened quietly up to that point. "And those would be…?"
"Why do you think I would know?"
"Because he trusts you and you obviously got some beef with Mother. He wouldn't keep it from you, he probably even wants your help with something. If you want my guess, maybe it would be to send me out of the realm? That's basically the only way to make sure Mother can't easily find me, after all."
Mary had to admit he was truly rather sharp, this guy. "It always surprises me how someone so prone to random fuckery like you can also be so smart sometimes. Yes. You're right. It wouldn't be announced until later once your mother goes back to her race's main realm in a couple years, but he reached an agreement with Lucy that you would marry Charlotte and be sent to the Above realms where the Angels dwell and, using your lineages, have you two seek asylum. It's all quite political since you descend from an Archangel, a leader of their race, and are of Okeanos blood. After your origins are explained you would, I expect, be very important and possibly used to keep your mother in check. The upper echelon of the Transcendent races already know your mother's attitude towards them and of her love for chaos. If they had you, you'd be treated as an important guest and tentative political hostage...if they could persuade you to their ways then someday they would have a powerful ally as well, someone who has no interest in causing trouble between the great races. They'd probably help you take the leadership role of your family from your grandfather, too, as the sooner you take the helm the faster you can help ease relations between your race and the others. The Angels, after all, are tasked with keeping a certain status quo from what I understand."
Damien nodded along as if all this were perfectly normal. "Fuck all that shit." He stated with impossible serenity. "Also, wouldn't they just kill me? I would kill me."
"Unlike you, most people actually care about the consequences of their actions." Vera looked at him disdainfully. "Keeping you is one thing, but killing you? No. You don't just kill the future leader of the Okeanos family unless you want them to focus all their might on wiping you from existence."
Sera chuckled. "Oh yeah, that's definitely true. Even in the war, the Okeanos clan was untouchable. They had great power, so few could match them to begin with, but even those who were able to fight them would be too scared to actually kill them. To us, they're sacred. They're the closest descendants to our great ancestor because they have such incredibly long lifespans even among the other Dragon. As such, there were only around three generations in my time. In those days the younger Dragons of other clans like me were already the eighth or ninth generation. So if anyone killed someone from the Okeanos family it wouldn't matter that all the races and realms were warring amongst each other, we'd ignore all other enemies and eradicate the family and race of that person in their entirety. No matter the cost, it would be done."
"So you're a bunch of zealots too, then. Alright." He was getting a bit tired of all these damn fanatics around him. They were everywhere. Why couldn't they understand that the only beings deserving of true veneration were the glorious Furry-Eared ones?! Speaking of which, he hadn't been spoiling Minnie as much lately. He'd have to correct this sometime soon.
"And again, fuck all that. Listen, I may have said this before, but just because I enjoy watching other people fuck their sisters and parents, don't mean I wanna fuck mine. So if Mother really planned on that happening she's got another thing coming." Damien warning. "Also…" He looked at Mary with a touch of concern. "You let me have you despite knowing all that? Aren't you worried Mother will freak out? She already thinks I'm seeing you, but just because she hasn't exploded yet doesn't mean she still won't. Especially if she finds out you told me all this."
Mary nodded as if she already thought of this. "When the time comes I completely plan to hide behind you. You're the one who wanted me, is it not then your job to protect me?"
"Already relying on me, are you?"
"I'll use you to weather Hurrican Muriel, at least. I don't find this shameless, either. I'm just a lonely old woman, am I not? Obviously I wouldn't be able to resist the relentless attacks from such a strapping young man."
"Said the woman who begged for my kisses from start to finish."
She snorted coldly. "I did not beg."
"That's your story and you're going to stick to is. Alright. I can live with that. I'm a big bad wolf who likes to prey on lonely tree milfs. Yeah, I like it." Damien rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Oh. But are you sure it's alright telling me all this in front of this chick?" He jerked a thumb to Sera. "I'm pretty clear with me not being very keen on doing any of that stuff. And she's essentially a Dragon. So aren't you worried she'd be on Mother's side in this?"
This caused Mary to pause a moment. They both turned to Sera, who asked, "Does your mother also have an empty second core which I can take residence of?"
"I'm sure she has a few holes you can fit into, but not something like that."
"Then you don't have to worry!" She smiled. "Right now I exist in your second core, which makes me a part of you for as long as I am. This gives me a way to feel and experience the world in ways I couldn't before. That, alongside the fact that you helped me break the seals which bound me to those two assholes' control, make me very grateful." First, he helped her completely awaken. Then his blood erased the seals they placed on her. Which she was not sure how it did, but it worked. " Why would I choose someone I don't even know over you? I revere your family, but you're the one who helped me. Besides, you are my man and I am your woman. It's only right we're together. "
Damien gave a dubious look. "I didn't agree to that last part. But anyway, I don't know how I feel about having a foreign entity living in me, especially not when I remember planting Vera in your realm. I always thought I like, absorbed her into me or something. But if it was you, then no. To hell with that cheese. Either you find a way to bind yourself to me like a slave or you get the fuck out and give me back my cute little tree. I'm not risking losing her if you decide to go off on your own one day."
Mary and Vera both quickened the pace of their breath at that. The two were clearly agitated upon hearing where Vera's true physical form was housed and what could happen if what he said actually came to pass.
This was a dangerous situation.
Vera, especially, wanted to cry. If she'd know where she'd end up, she'd never have given herself to the Young Master! This guy brought nothing but trouble all the time, why would she think he wouldn't this time? Mother was right, she's an idiot! Even Dolly never did anything so stupid! Didn't this mean she's worse than Dolly? That empty lemon-head? How absurd! This isn't funny at all, the world really might be coming to an end soon, ah!
Even worse than Dolly....Vera fell onto the bed in a fit of depression. That's it. She's done. Kaput. Let the bed swallow her whole and make her disappear.
She fell face-first onto the damp area of her side. And with that realization, tears were silently added to the already wet sheets.
Mary rubbed the girl's back soothingly, but the fact her daughter was crying into the spot where her own sweat and other unnamable fluids had soaked through didn't escape her. "Would you like to move over a bit, sweet one? That spot…" Mary tried to tactfully inform her.
Vera said nothing and laid there quietly. Why did she have to bring it up?!
"At least let me put a pillow under you."
"Why?" Sera questioned. "Is there something wrong with that spot?" Now that they mention it, there was a peculiar smell in the air, wasn't there? It seemed to be coming mainly from the bed.
"No? Why do you ask? Of course not."
"Then why--"
"If you two stay silent no one will call you mute." Damien cut her off. "Just leave her be." He told them. "She's just upset because her life is in the hands of a spicy lizard--"
"A lizard?!" Sera fumed.
"--so let's fix that." He turned to face Sera's indignant expression. "What'll it be? Slave, or eviction?"
"Well, I certainly don't want to have to leave. Alright, fine. I'll teach you a way to control me." Sera decided it fast and easy. " I suppose it wouldn't be very bad being under your will, in any case." She mused. A couple of years weren't enough to be able to truly trust a person. A dozen of years, even. But what about a lifetime? Several? A billion? Once you've known a person longer than the span of time a universe can be born and die, you tend to trust that person with certain things. For Sera, she trusted Damien to not abuse her.
Or even better, to abuse her in all the most delightful of ways.
Which are both reasons why she didn't have any reservations about putting herself under his will. To her it was a small matter. She did not believe he would care to restrict her freedom in any way, either. He just wasn't the sort of person to do so, at least not without what he felt was good cause.
"But for that those two may have to leave the room." Her lips formed a new, mischievous arc. "Not that I mind if they like to watch, or even care to join in after we're done."
Damien squinted, a sudden suspicion coming over him. "It's a goddamn sex thing, isn't it?"
"I am part Lust Demon, after all." She grinned widely. " As are you, I can tell. Isn't it natural that we'd have to be dominated sexually for something like this to work?"
"I guess, but I mean is it really necessary or are you just saying this to get a good lay out of it too?"
Her eyes widened and she held a hand to her mouth. "Of course not! I assure you, it's quite necessary indeed! Though even if it weren't, you're right, that's totally something I would do."
"That's what I thought." He sighed. "Fine. Hold on." Damien then addressed Vera. "So…"
"She has to fill out the proper paperwork just like everybody else." The girl immediately raised her head and looked at him with a dead expression. "That includes mother, too, now that I think of it."
Damien huffed in exasperation. "You and those damn papers." He stopped. "Wait, that reminds me. What happened to Bridget?"
"You forgot? She went to pick up that fatty." Vera reminded.
"Ah hell, that's right. I really should go check on them, see if my name's been cleared yet, too." He walked over to the wardrobe and started changing his clothes.
"Are you leaving? Now?" Mary frowned in disapproval. He couldn't be thinking of just going off, Could he? Her daughter's life was in the hands of a creature born of fire and destruction!
"I am. I mean I get the concern. But don't worry, Sera's cool. And you guys got paperwork to fill out anyway. I don't need to be here for that. May as well do something productive while that gets done, yeah? Vee, I assume you already have copies on hand?"
"Or course. Each in triplicate"
"Atta girl."
These files meant nothing to him, but they seemed to give her a sense of control and he wouldn't take that away. After all, just because he has these "official" mistresses, doesn't mean he has to use 'em.
Damien believed Bridget and Sera would take the hint and go pursue other people eventually, since the only reason Bridget signed up seemed to be just for the sex, while Sera probably wasn't much different. He could tell she thought pretty lightly of it. You'd think she wouldn't after having just barely gotten out of someone else's control once already. It's not like Damien planned to boss her around, but still.
He was really starting to think women acted a bit weird when he was involved. Heh. Yeah. No shit, right? Damien thought back to the mad scientist lolies and restrained a shiver.
Bridget and Sera basically just wanted him to satisfy a few certain "hungers" of their's, or at least that's what it seemed like to him. Same with Bubbles. He didn't believe she actually had serious romantic feelings for him, though maybe she thought she did and maybe that's all that matters.
Not that he very much minded being treated as an object for someone's sexual gratification, but Damien aspired towards greater things.
As he turned to leave Vera took the opportunity to chime in, "So we're just going to continue and ignore the very real possibility that you were raped by your own mother sometime in the past?"
"Yup." He casually replied. "I'm not messin' with that kinda trauma." Therapists? Pfft. Who needs 'em? Just a buncha vampires who wanna suck the money right out of you. Don't listen to word they say, because it's their jobs to fix you and they don't have jobs if you actually get fixed. Same with dentists.
Of course nine out of ten of them recommend this product, they're out of a job if they tell you about the good stuff. Now, you may call Damien a conspiracy nut. But it just makes sense though, doesn't it? Yeah.
WIth that, he exited the room.
None of the women left behind said a word until Vera got up, looked under the bed, and pulled out several stacks of papers.
Mary and Sera looked at them with apprehension.
"...What are those?" Sera gulped.
"These are the first round of documents you will have to read through and sign to be approved as one of the Young Master's mistresses."
"You were serious about that?" Mary felt a headache coming on.
"Of course." Vera said, pushing up a pair of reading glasses she conjured up, which she didn't even need. "I never joke about proper paperwork."
...Mary hated paperwork.
"Even I have to?"
"Especially you!"
"But...I'm your mother."
Vera promptly added two more stacks of papers to Mary's pile. "I know. That's why I wrote these last night."
Fucking bureaucrats.
***
Two people sat in the room. One man, one fatty. Their gazes locked onto each other with untold passion.
An awkward silence hung in the air.
Avery coughed. Drank some water. And adjusted her collar. "So...I'm sorry." She avoided his gaze as she said this. "I was wrong."
There was an empty pit in her stomach. Her hands shook and she felt her face flash hotly with shame. She didn't expect forgiveness. After blowing up like that and avoiding him so much, she didn't deserve it.
Which why she nearly cried when he rushed over and gave her a huge bear-hug that lifted her off her feet, laughing as he sat her down with a pat to the back. "No worries, m'dude. AIn't a big deal. Alls forgiven, yeah? I'm just glad my good name has been restored. It's okay."
The ease with which he forgave her made Avery feel even shittier. "Okay?" She muttered. "What do you mean, okay? It's not 'okay' that I've been hating you, thinking you ruined my family, when you didn't even do anything wrong. It's not 'okay' that I've been cursing you every day when you were the only one who helped my mother out of that abusive lifestyle. It's not 'okay' that she was suffering so much and I never knew a damn thing about it!" She yelled.
Damien shrugged. "Alright, yeah, you didn't pick up on how much of an asshole he was. Not your fault."
"Asshole doesn't even begin to describe that bastard. He made her feel like she was fucking worthless." The girl swore. " She even tried killing herself once, did you know that? That's how terrible he was to her. And all this time I thought he was such a good man, a good husband. Do you know how many times I told him that, too? How many times I consoled him after she left? Now I wish I just left him to rot."
Avery angrily wiped the tears from her face and turned away from him. "I blamed you both." She admitted quietly. "Not just you. But she was the one who was in pain and instead of noticing it, I condemned her. I hate that the most. That I didn't know, didn't see. But I'm not sure what I could've done even if I did."
"To be fair, you were just a kid."
"So were you." Avery's fists clenched themselves so tightly they started turning white. "And you did something about it. " Her own words were the reminder she needed. "You helped her."
"Yeah. I did. So…" He lead on
"So, thank you." Avery finished. "Really, just...thank you."
"Thank you, 'Papa'," Damien gently corrected.
Confusion. "Um...huh?"
"Oh. She didn't tell you that part yet?"
"Tell me what?"
"You'll see." He spoke mysteriously. "Where is Bridget anyway? Did she go get a room in the city then?"
Avery felt unspeakable discomfort at the way he addressed her mother by name. "She stayed over. I hope it's okay that I let her sleep in your room. I tried getting her to sleep in mine, but she insisted."
"...Say, she doesn't know we were room mates, does she?" Another premonition came to life.
"It may have came up once or twice. Why?"
"Oh, no reason." He then got up, walked to his former bedroom door, and quietly opened it. Inside you could see a writhing mass of blanket slowly wiggling about. Soft, sensuous moans tickled the ear as you watch.
Avery, curious, walked up behind him and stared in blank bewilderment before realization kicked in. Her mouth dropped open. "Mother!" She screamed. "What are you doing?!"
"Shit!" The woman jerked in surprise and bolted upright, looking at the intruders with a mixture of guilt and fright. In her hand was a pair of briefs that she quickly hid behind her back. She glared at her daughter unhappily. "I...I was sleeping! What do you think I was doing?"
Avery suddenly started doubting herself. "But you…I mean, I thought..."
Damien wasn't having it. "Give 'em back. " He held out a hand.
She coughed. "Ah. Damien. You're...you're here. My apologies for looking unpresentable at the moment. Would you please wait outside while I freshen up?"
"No. Gimme."
"I'm sorry, I don't think I follow." She gave a strained smile.
"I think you do."
They locked eyes for several long, silent moments. Her lips pursed. Finally, which clear unwillingness, she said, "....Article 14 subsection 6 paragraph 5 explicitly states I'm entitled to any and all treasures I may find." Came the calm rejection. " You can't have it. I found it, so it's mine! I-I have rights! It was in the contract, okay? Go ahead. Read it and see."
She actually fucking memorized it, he thought. Even worse, she brought out a copy! Bridget flipped through the pages and pointed. "There, see? Right there, written in black and white clear as crystal!
He grabbed the papers and ripped them to shreds. "I don't give a damn. To hell with your contract, woman, those are my undies!"
The woman stiffened and her face became even more dignified. "I'd like to speak to your manager."
Just as he was about to retort Avery stepped in and asked, "Wait, what contract? What did he just tear up?"
Bridget shrugged. "I may have signed away my body to him under the premise of great sex.
"Really?" Damien asked. " You're just going to come out and say it? Alright then."
" She'll find out eventually. I'm not ashamed of it, either. I'm too old now to lie about what I want."
Avery looked between them with the most perplexed expression as horror soon settled in."This...this is a joke, right?"
Bridget fixed her unkempt hair and gave the girl a soft smile. "No, dear. It's quite true."
Avery's rolls of fat jiggled as shock coursed through her. Rage came soon after. She rounded on Damien with a fury. "You made my mother into your sex slave?!"
"Mistress, honey. And I signed the papers myself."
"And I didn't even agree to any mistresses either." Damien added.
Avery's nose flared, clearly at a loss. "I don't….understand?"
Damien scratched the back of his head. "So basically my fiancee thought she couldn't handle my by herself in bed? And so she decided she had to bring in help. Apparently she fears not surviving the wedding night, but that's bullshit in my book. Then, wouldn't you know it, here comes you mom wanting to reconnect and that girl thinks to herself, 'A perfect candidate!' and together they sign me up for my first 'legal' mistress."
The woman in question had the grace to blush. "It sounds crude, but I told you how well he treated me. I don't want to spend the rest of my life feeling alone and unhappy. I know this isn't very conventional, but please understand. I want this." She
"Mother...this...what are you saying?" Avery finally choked out.
Bridget wrung her hands nervously. "Well, if it goes how I'm hoping it will, then…." But whatever she was going to say, she obviously decided against it. Instead, she shook her head, took a breath, and continued with, " Avery, dear….say hello to your new father."
The girl blew up. "That's not what I was fucking asking, okay?! I'm not stupid! Before you even think about making this guy my father, why don't you tell me how the hell you can just sign up for being the mistress of someone who doesn't even want one?! Are you seriously that insane? And what's up with that fiancee? You guys can't just ignore what he wants and do whatever you feel like! Gods above, I thought he roped you into some sort of seedy sex contract, I really didn't think he was the one being sold off! First his sister, now the two of you! Ugh!" She made a sound of utter disgust.
Damien had tears in his eyes. "As expected, fatties really are a man's best friend!" To hell with Baz and his damn honeypot scheme. Avery's his true pal!
What followed was an hour-long tirade from Avery admonishing her mother for taking advantage of someone half her age. The woman didn't say she was going to back out of the deal, but Damien was touched by Avery's effort.
What onesie did he think would suit her? Was it Big Chungus, or Wagandan Knuckles?
***
"Everything settled then?" Damien came back to his place while devouring a slice of apple pie bought from a food stall. As he walked into the living room he found a dead Mary and Sera.
They were hunched over a small round table with dull glazed eyes. Standing above them was a very satisfied-looking Vera. She was reviewing the documents in her hand with a keen eye while enjoying the sight of her suffering mother from time to time.
"Oh yes." She affirmed. "Everything seems to be in order."
"So...like...you're sure it's fine?"
The girl hesitated. "I don't like it." She admitted. "But actually, this is a good thing. This woman is beneficial to you in many ways, did you know that?"
"Oh?"
"Quite." Vera nodded. "Young Master, I don't think you realize the value of what you're going to soon possess. For instance, look at me. According to mother's knowledge, I am a World-grade treasure. Do you know what that means?"
"I've read enough cultivation stories to guess."
Vera didn't ask. She simply took off her reading glasses, which he knew were purely cosmetic--he's also sure she got that habit from him--and nodded once more. "For ordinary mortals, once they reach a certain stage in 'cultivation' they must go through great difficulty to open up a certain space within themselves, and then after that require a...vessal...I suppose you could say, to house a so-called 'Divine Flame'. Rather, it's what they use as kindling to light it. And it goes without saying that the higher the grade of treasure they use for this, the better their Divine Flame will be. But they don't lose the treasure. Instead, only a portion is used as kindling and the rest becomes a part of them to be further refined and nourished. The place where the treasure is held after that is exactly that space they previously opened and, coincidentally, the same place a Dragon's second core is located. You can say that they simply imitate Dragons. Since they already have this space, and already have their own natural treasures, Dragons don't require that process. But you were different, Young Master. You naturally had a space to store a second core, but no true second core yourself. You were merely using Milly as a second core substitute while she exists outside of you. Which means the space inside you was still empty. That is, until Sera."
"Cool." Damien didn't really care that much.
Cultivation aint this story's genre. Wait. Shit. He forgot he wanted to beat up Charlotte's other dad. An Angel….yeah, gonna be hard if he don't get stronger...so maybe it's a little bit part of the story? Fuck. He's going to have to ascend to higher realms, isn't he? Well fine. But if he starts running into arrogant Young Masters eyeing his jade beauties or begins to attract old men he's gonna slap a bitch. Damien has no interest in getting involved with the typical bullshit xianxia plotlines. Nope. No sir.
Vera slapped the back of his head. "Idiot. This isn't just 'cool', alright? You don't get it. That woman isn't just a Dragon, she's a world unto herself. A literal sentient realm born from a Dragon's second core who can connect you to anything housed within her so long as she stays inside you. And once she goes under your control fully, you won't have to worry about her rebelling someday. Don't you get it? Other people are limited to only one treasure. Once they light their Flame, that's it. Their future accomplishments are determined largely by the treasure they used and they won't be able to change it. You aren't limited in this way. Your treasure will, in essence, become Sera herself. And you can connect yourself to other treasures through her. By my estimation, including me, you should already possess at least three World-grade treasures." Even Vera's face showed awe just then. "Do you see how insane that is? Young Master, please understand that this power is perhaps something unprecedented from past to present."
"And so I become an even more OP piece of shit without even tryin'." He chuckled.
He was inwardly dreading It.
"Can't I just evict her? I'm only worried about you anyway."
"You seriously want to give up unlimited cosmic power--or the potential for it--just like that?"
Uh, yeah. Of course he does. Why, you ask? Well…
"Woman, you don't get powerups like this unless something bad is about to happen. This ain't nothing but a damn jinx, you feel me? Life's ten foot spiked monster cock is readying to fuck me in the ass, mark my words."
Yup. That's the crux of the matter. And the bigger the powerup, the harder you get fucked. Damien likes his anus just the way it is, thank you very much.
"In any case she doesn't want to leave, and I don't trust her unless she's thoroughly under your control. I also don't want to lose my connection to you." She liked how she could feel the beat of his heart alongside her own. "And at the same time I'm curious about where this can go. Young Master, there's no reason not to do this."
"Maybe. But if you tell me you don't want me to, I won't. Even if you revert to your loli form once you're out, I'll still love you the exact same."
Her eyes went a touch darker. "But if I did, would you be able to touch me the same way? Would you be able to want me the same way?"
"No." He spoke without a lick of hesitation. "But I could wait for you to grow up."
"You would wait centuries."
"You're more than worth it. I can be patient, you know."
The woman stared at him and gave a small, futile smile. "You probably could." She said. " But I don't want to have to wait so long to be with you. Not after all this. And, " She looked at her mother, " What about her?"
"She doesn't love me." Damien shrugged. "I can change that now, or later. It makes no difference." Mary liked his nice words and caring demeanor, but she was mainly in it for the sex at the moment. She wouldn't mind. He didn't like the idea of suddenly stopping since that was like being a no-good tease, though. Still, she was a mature woman and she'd understand.
"It'll be a long time. You might fall for someone else." It was the biggest fear she had, that in the time she couldn't be intimate with him another person would come in and be everything she wasn't.
"I mean I doubt I'd make the same exception I did for your mother, but even if I did no one else would ever replace you. It just won't happen."
"....You're truly willing to just pause everything?"
"I am." He confirmed. "If it comes to it, then yes. I'd gladly wait." He broke into a wild grin. "I don't absolutely need sex, alright? And it's not like I can't show my love for you other ways. Kissing and holding is still on the table."
Vera still hesitated. "Even if we do wait I'm still going to need help. I heard what she said, okay? I'm not fool enough to tackle a beast like you on my own, got that? I-I don't want to die so young!"
Damien let loose a string of horrible profanities. "What is it with you and that stupid idea?! You won't die!"
"I'd get a heart attack from over-exertion! I read about it!"
"You're a World-grade treasure, aren't you? What kinda ultra high-tier treasure gets fucking heart attacks?!"
"It could happen. You don't know."
"Ha." He sighed. "Whatever. Look, do you want me to fuck her, or don't you?"
"Oh. Well. I'd rather you not, then. That Bridget woman is still okay, but--"
"Why one and not the other?"
"Oh. It's just the idea of sharing you with a walking matchstick, I don't like it." She admitted. "But…" She seemed disappointed all of a sudden. "We're turning our backs on something amazing...you could become a supreme existence…" A shake of the head. "It's such a waste…"
Pfft. Supreme existence. Sounds terribly dull. He never understood the obsession with power. You only need enough to completely curb-stomp anyone who tried to fuck with you. Anything extra is just too much effort. No one likes an over-achiever.
"Don't care. You guys heard all that, right?" Damien looked over at the two motionless women. Sera's eyes shone with intense light as vitality returned to her. She rose and smacked the table with rage.
"Oh, I heard. And I know this has nothing to do with the conversation, but fun fact? That sword you keep around...Milly, you called her? She used to belong to your ancestor Okeanos. He was also an insatiable guy, just like you." She smirked. " Legends say that the first time his creator and lover, the Great Goddess, found out about his unfaithfulness she actually took one of his testicles and fashioned it to the sword's hilt. Pretty wild, right?"
Damien almost passed out when he heard the story. His left nut!
"That aside, I have to say: Fuck all that cheese! I just spent two hours on this damn thing!" She spat venomously. "I have rights now, dammit!"
Damien shook off his mild case of delayed-onset PTSD and strode towards her, neither fast nor slow. He then reached for the second set of such papers he'd seen today before tearing up all her hard work. "Not with me you don't."
Mary saw his actions and quickly hid her own documents behind her back, then thought about it more and wondered what she was doing. She rationalized that she simply didn't want her efforts to go to waste and calmed herself. That's right. She spent so much time going over these insufferable papers, she'd be damned if they were destroyed just like that!
She folded them neatly and spirted them away.
Sera's breath came in hard, ragged pants as she stared at her ruined copies. "So, what? That's it? We're done? You're really kicking me out?"
Damien couldn't help feeling sorry for her. Poor girl looked ready to cry. "Alright, alright. You can stay. Just give me back my little tree."
She lit up.
"Remember though, no sex. I better not wake up one day with you mysteriously appearing naked under my covers."
Her face fell. "But...I'm your female…"
"Come now. if you count every random fling I've had with women as them becoming 'mine' then I'd have entire fucking legions of heroines banging down my front door." He said, thinking back to how much of a slut people kept saying he was in a past life.
As he was thinking this they all heard a loud knock.
"Are we expecting anyone?" Vera asked all those present. Their silence was all she needed. Not thinking much of it she walked over to the front door and opened it to reveal two women. One was a blue-haired haired young woman bearing a striking resemblance to their favorite resident Undine, Except this woman was taller, bustier, and more elegant with a layer of frosty indifference. Far from Bubble's warm, welcoming nature. Her black and gold blazer did nothing to hide her proud mountains, nor did her cold aura in any way detract from her fatal beauty.
The second woman was also faintly familiar with a fine waist, mouth-watering curves and a pair of cherry-red lips.
Sera immediately burst with scarlet-red flames when she saw this woman. "You!" She hissed. A second later she roared, "Everyone get back!" And accurately shot a beam of fiery light at the slim, cherry-lipped woman.
It was casually caught and turned to steam by the blue-haired beauty. She simply raised a hand and took the fire in on with bare skin. The room temperature dropped several dozens of degrees to the extent where even the walls began to build up a layer of ice.
This woman ignored Sera and brushed past Vera. The girl felt her soul chill with that one small contact.
But the woman didn't care. Her gaze was focused solely on Damien.
"My heart." She whispered, "Finally."
"Your hearts?" The second beauty smiled just then. Her face, so dangerously attractive that she all but glowed with inner light, was full of nothing but single-minded love and obsession. "No. He is my husband."
Not even five seconds after she made that proclamation did the world tremble and a heaven-shattering boom threaten to burst their eardrums.
Had they been outside in that moment they would have seen hundreds of lights streak across the sky.
But Damien paid none of that any attention. Instead, he was too busy studying a deep blue screen that had appeared before his eyes.
It read,
[Announcement: The Gods have descended upon the Mortal Plane!]
[A Storyline Quest is now available to all Players.]
[Quest objective: Help the newly arrived Goddesses seek out the banished Okeanos and
reunite him with his beloveds!]
[Quest difficulty: SSS+]
[Reward: ???]
[Restrictions: None. Time limit: None. ]
On another separate screen were the words,
[Welcome to Love Orgy Online.]
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Author: Long but important rant
So i been gone since my internet has been off. I'm using a friend's hotspot to post this and i have an announcement of my own: I NEED MONEH
Why? Cuz getting my internet connection fixed is expensive, apparently. Two things i gotta do: fix the wiring in my house, and invest in a new phone jack. Which i know fuck all about how to install one so i gotta call someone to do it. I'm being charged to have someone repair the shitty one i have now since they won't install a new one themselves, so i gottta invest in a new one seperately. They aren't expensive, phone jacks, but damn having someone come over to install it costs like 90$ from what i seen on Amazon. What a rip, right?
I could invest in food or my internet, and I can survive weeks without food but wifi is the wellspring of life. I need my internet connection yo.
So if i can make a few bucks to help out with that, that'd be great. Oh but i aint askin' for handouts guys. I ain't gonna die, lol. Might be in the red a bit with such an unexpected bill but i'll live. I was planning to end the volume around this chapter anyway, Mary's whole thing just sped it up.
Don't worry, if it gets fixed in the next couple of days imma still post chapters like normal. I ain't going on hiatus. You current readers won't have to pay anything to read ongoing chapters either. I am not sure how this will work out with what i already wrote tho….i can't leave the past chapters up for free on Webnovel, RRL, Wattpad or SH after posting them up for sale, now can I? But i dont wanna delete the story from any of those places either so i'll probably take a couple of days to erase the content of those chapters and leave a "All chapters up to XX have been taken down. You can purchase the entire first volume of the story at XXX" or something. Maybe just delete most of the chapters except the first? And continue from there? I know WN has a feature that lets me make new volumes but im not sure if the other places do. Dunno
I need to copy all the chapters into one long google doc, or multiple even, first though. Cuz i never made copies of the chapters. Hehe. And i found out it looks good on Google Play. I can make it look nice there. KDP? I can't do much to fix up the fonts how i like but eh, s'alright. Chapter titles look almost indistinguishable from the actual content but i cant do anything about that on my chromebook. MAybe i can invest in a different laptop later on, make it look how i like, and reupload the story?
Anyway. Long rant over. Expect all this to be taken down within a few days depending on how fast i get done with last minute editing of past chapters and the copying of them onto google docs. Imma try breaking them into several fairly long docs and seeing if i can merge them later. Cuz GD gets slow as fuck after so many words.
So yeah. Tell all your friends! If you have any who read this. Tell them, "ayo man hurry and catch up"
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AnonCommander also yeah boi. Story has only just begun.
But who is the hero of our tale?
Haha. People who played Fable 2 will get these references, i'm sure.
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