章 12: My Wives Are Battling
Chapter 12: My Wives Are Battling
"Numrigaelle,"
The woman leaned over his right shoulder to whisper with her hot breath brushing against his ear and neck:
"Goddess of Death, Underworld, and the End."
She, still flooding Drake with her feelings, took advantage of the opportunity and his confusion and stole a kiss from his neck.
Drake was annoyed by this woman's doing, and just as he was about to push her—
"BITCH!!!!!!!" Azuraelle finally freaked out and screamed.
Then, while still held up in the air, pointed her palm towards the black-haired woman and conjured a huge water sphere that hovered just few inches from her hand.
This sphere soon formed into a large water spear, then the spear was covered with a layer of ice.
All of that happened in just two seconds, before the spear was launched at a ridiculous speed directly to the woman's head.
"DIEEEE!!" Azuraelle's eyes were glowing intensely as she glared at the woman with her crazed gaze and the wide grin on her face.
Her crimson eyes and sclera were bright, and her star-shaped pupils gleamed a dangerous deep pink color.
"DARLING IS MINE!!!!"
—But who was she attacking?
A Primordial Goddess, and a Dragon at that...
—The spear suddenly stopped midway as a slight shockwave erupted through the air in its halt.
Ding
The sound of two metals colliding was heard throughout the hall-like living room, but there was nothing that hit the spear...
"Fufufu~ My adorable Niece~" The black-haired woman laughed in a sultry manner and, with her arms still wrapped around Drake, glanced at the blue-haired woman who was held in the air.
Now that everyone looked at Azuraelle, they noticed her wrists and legs were restrained by a transparent grey mist in the form of cuffs.
'When did these cuffs appear???' Drake thought to himself in surprise, and everyone heard his thought because he still needs to master the "side effects" of their eternal pact.
'The same can be said for the spear midair. It suddenly stopped as if it bumped into another weapon, but there was literally nothing, then that grey mist appeared...'
'What held the spear was the same grey mist but in the shape of a collar...'
He thought to himself again as he stared at the grey power, which was wrapped tight around the spear's blade's tip.
He wondered whatever that grey mist was, but he ignored it as there was something important for him to focus on instead...
"I'm a Primordial Dragon Goddess!" The black-haired woman spoke with pride as she held up her chin, but soon her expression softened as she softly and playfully added:
"And your aunt~"
She buried her face back in Drake's neck and inhaled his scent deeply.
'Ahhh~ Finally~' She thought to herself as her long eyelashes fluttered before her eyes closed.
'...Mmm. It's not like before... His scent smells better... musky and arousing...and more masculine... It's such a TURN ON~!! Heyaaa~'
She recalled how she used to appear in either his dreams or when he's asleep, touch him there and here, do this and that... And then "locked" his memories of these nights.
Make no mistake, she didn't...touch his member directly... yet.
She also plans to unlock his memories of her when the time is right.
The woman began to rub herself in an erotic way against Drake, with one thigh brushing over his crotch area.
She was so turned on! She has been waiting for "few" years that were like an eternity for her just to finally feel him against her!
And what was more arousing other than his scent... he was practically naked! Shirtless, his feet touching the cold floor, with just a black mini shorts on!
But... Much to her dismay, his member didn't become a prominent bulge like every time his body reacted to her touch!
Before she could dwell more in these lewd thoughts, a cold and low voice resounded in the place, and it sent shivers down her spine.
"Numrigaelle." Tiamat, still seated on her designated chair by the table, called out for the black-haired woman in a cold tone that made everyone tremble and felt a powerful pressure on them.
Even the redhead, who was glaring at the black-haired woman, felt a little shiver.
However, the pressure was lifted off of Drake and Azuraelle as quick as it was felt.
The grey collar around the spear collapsed like a shattering glass, and the spear followed suit, while the shackles around Azuraelle disappeared, and she fell down to her feet.
"Do I need to 'discipline' you a little more, young sis?" Tiamat's star-shaped pupils shone intensely as she glared at her sister.
Numrigaelle swallowed hard and, instead of pulling away from Drake, she hugged him even tighter!
Azuraelle quickly adjusted her level of gravity and landed gently behind Drake and pulled him to her embrace instead.
"Let go of him! BITCH!" She shouted at her aunt and shoved her face away from his neck.
"Wha—" Numrigaelle woke up from her stupor as her face was pushed away from Drake's neck.
But she quickly regained her composure and looked at Azuraelle with her eyes glowing a bright grey. "What do you mean?! You brat?! He's mine!"
"What?!" Azuraelle snarled: "No! Fuck you! He's mine!"
Unfortunately for the Primordial Dragon Goddess of Death, she was silenced again as the huge pressure coming from Tiamat was boosted to its maximum output.
Azuraelle just ignored her aunt's existence and just took her "rightful place" in Drake's neck and deeply inhaled his scent.
Azuraelle's anger and irritation somehow dwindled a bit as she savored his smell. She even calmed down!
'Ahh~ I love it~' Azuraelle adoringly rubbed her face against his neck with her eyes closed in bliss.
'Bruh.'
Drake felt speechless about what he just witnessed. Two women just fought over his neck, and they were niece and aunt at that...
Drake didn't mind this, but he was too angry and irritated by what the black-haired woman did just now.
He glared at her with a cold gaze, as his eyes were squinted, and his eyebrows were furrowed a little.
It was worth noting that no one heard his last thought, but he didn't realize that.
However he unintentionally and unknowingly transmitted his feelings about this matter, and everyone felt his feelings and emotions.
The black-haired woman, Numrigaelle's face darkened in fear and horror; she didn't expect to see him angry at her, nor did she want to annoy him...that much...
'Did I...annoy him so much...?'
Meanwhile, the redhead, Scathach liked his attitude and emotions; he was actually angry at someone "connected" to him, yet he controlled these emotions which were intensified by his dragon part.
Her excited grin widened further and further as she watched this intense interaction, and her cheeks flushed a light pink as her blood red eyes darkened with desire.
It was the desire to do something to this rare piece, this rare "diamond" before her... RIGHT NOW!
"Don't touch Azuraelle." Drake spoke coldly as he glared at the raven, and the woman's eyes widened in shock at his tone of voice, and how his eyes looked at her as if she were an enemy.
He didn't enjoy how she took advantage of him, not even a bit.
But he couldn't push her off him because she held onto him tight, and she was far stronger than him...
He felt insignificant, small, and too weak this moment...
He knew he was just "born" as a dragon, he knew what was in front of him was the pinnacle of the dragon race. He knows and understands it.
But... he couldn't shake off this feeling... The feeling of being powerless, frail, and not strong...
He wanted...POWER!
Gulp
Swallowing hard, she averted her gaze back to her older sister, Tiamat, and the woman just sighed as she noticed the pleading gaze of her younger sister.
—No one noticed how Scathach was trembling with excitement and...something else.
The woman was embracing herself with her arms as she licked her lips sensually while staring at Drake.
'Apologize to him.' Tiamat's voice, soft and understanding, echoed in Numrigaelle's head.
Numrigaelle's eyes opened wider in surprise.
Her big sister, as the Mother of all Dragons, knew the most what was the pride of an Elder Dragon. Tiamat also knew that no one of her sisters apologized to anyone before, nor did she.
'To think... Tiamat will say such a thing...' It was apparent that Numrigaelle was too surprised and confused to think about why her sister would suggest such a thing.
But then, her sister gave her a serious look, and tilted her head at Drake's direction, and when she did that Numrigaelle immediately realized what she meant.
'...We are a family... And we are a prideful, territorial Dragon. We take care of each other fiercely, act bad with everyone else, and be ourselves with each other... —OH!'
The raven turned her gaze back to Drake, who was still glaring at her, and she finally understood why she should apologize; 'Simple. He's my Dearest...'
The black-haired woman stared at Drake, pondered her thoughts, then opened her mouth to speak.
But before she could say anything else...
—The redhead decisively made her move!
With just a "gentle" push of her palm against Azuraelle's shoulder, the girl was shoved away from embracing Drake.
Quickly, she grabbed Drake by his arm and pointed her free hand's palm at an empty place.
The same vermillion portal appeared again, however this was a weaker version of it as the aura from before wasn't there.
Scathach, with the same wide and excited grin on her face, cocked her elbow to toss Drake inside the portal.
Then...
Something fast and blurry struck the portal before the blink of an eye, and the portal shattered like glass, and shrunk and engulfed itself, before vanishing from sight.
"He is a newborn, Scathach." Tiamat simply spoke in a neutral tone with a neutral look on her face.
That blurry and fast attack was now embedded in the floor. It was an ice structure.
This structure was a large spear with somehow unfrozen water inside it.
It was also noticeable that there was a pitch black energy with bright red hues crackling within the base and the tip of the spear.
That pitch black and red thing was Tiamat's Power — the Power of Chaos.
Scathach's smile died as she assumed a grim and grave look and turned her head to glance at Tiamat.
"I will treat him well." She simply replied, and the women in the room rolled their eyes at her.
Even Numrigaelle who, like the other two women, also knew what was about to happen.
The redhead was just that open when she felt excited.
Tiamat sighed deeply, then spoke in a dry tone: "Scathach... I'm afraid the way you have in mind of how to 'treat him well' will be a torture for my beloved Darling."
Closing her eyes and opening them again, Tiamat looked grave as she rose from her chair.
"I know I can't force you to get the thought out of your mind, especially after you 'saw' what he 'really' is. I still won't allow you to take him for now. He was just 'born' some hours ago."
Scathach's lips curled up into a small smirk as she closed her eyes and chuckled; "Ha! You can never stop me from polishing this gem!"
She turned to look back at a speechless Drake, who was clearly wondering how he was so effortlessly carried by the woman's hand.
'What the fuck...'
His expression was fun to watch, the redhead couldn't help but crack an amused smile.
She lightly chopped at his neck with her free hand, and he went unconscious.
"I feel like I will finally find my favourite..." She said that in a very low voice that was barely above a mosquito's noise.
But, of course, as Dragons, and Higher-Class Gods too, everyone heard what the woman said, especially when Tiamat and Numrigaelle stared at the woman's back with a deadpan.
The redhead snapped her fingers, then looked back at the three women.
"I'm kidnapping my nephew."
—Azuraelle launched herself forward at the redhead with a large ice spear in each hand.
"LEAVE MY DARLING ALOOOOONE!"
But unfortunately, before she could even reach them...
The redhead opened a second and quick portal, which was weaker and slightly smaller than the earlier two versions, then jumped into it with Drake draped over her shoulder
The two vanished from sight.
"NO!!!" Azuraelle's eyes widened in rage and sadness, as she fell to her knees with the spears in her hands.
'Why did this happen???' She thought to herself as tears began to stream down her face.
"I just... I just want to spend time and make love with my Darling..." She sobbed, and the spears in her hands shattered and soon dissolved until nothing was left of them.
""Azuraelle/Daughter..."" Both Numrigaelle and Tiamat softly called as they quickly appeared beside her and crouched down to her level.
"He was just born... He was just born..." Azuraelle continued to mutter to herself, her tears falling freely down her beautiful face.
"He was just transformed... He knows nothing... And my aunt is ruthless in her training... Oh... Darling..."
"DARLING!!!!!!!!"
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