First Demonic Dragon

Nyx had decided to let Abaddon’s wives go on ahead and leave her behind while she simply explored the home.

Truthfully, when she heard that an affliction was troubling Straga, who she knew to be Typhon, she began to have complicated feelings.

It was strange to see someone who had been her grandson for eon after eon suddenly be revealed to have no real connection to her, and begin sporting an entirely different personality.

She sometimes wondered if it would make her feel better or worse about the situation if she tried to interact with him.

‘If this is how I feel with Typhon… How will I feel when he eventually comes for Tartarus…?’

As Nyx contemplated that sad thought, she nearly ran into not one, but two individuals in the hallway.

Karliah appeared to be coming from the kitchen, while Lusamine looked like she went to take a dip in the indoor hot springs.

All three women sized each other up fully and Nyx was the first to voice what they all seemed to be thinking.

“Are you close enough to Abaddon that he would chastise me for sleeping with either of you?”

Karliah and Lusamine looked at each other eye to eye before shrugging.

“Nope.”

“My room is free.”

Just as a plan was established, there was suddenly a loud bang as the front door was kicked in and Nyx heard a familiar scream.

Demeter: “AYAANAAA!!! Why am I the one who has to babysit that cantankerous nord?!”

Persephone : “If you girls can hear me, you should know that I am not upset about this, but I came because I thought it would be amusing.”

Intrigued, Nyx and the two women poked their heads out into the foyer and chuckled at a very irate Demeter.

Though once she saw Nyx, that agitation shifted into bewilderment.

“N-Nyx…? I had heard that you were around, but I wasn’t expecting to run into you any time soon.”

“Oh? You weren’t avoiding me I hope.”

“Surely not…”

Nyx didn’t particularly care even if she was, but she enjoyed making gods from Demeter’s generation uncomfortable.

She believed it was one of the key factors that further prolonged her life.

“A-Anyway, where are the girls?! I have a grievance to be addressed!”

“Yes, so we’ve heard.” Nyx chuckled.

She pointed to the staircase on the left, to the wing of the children.

“They are busy with their child at the moment, so I’m sure that they don’t really have the time to be…”

As an air of profundity engulfed the entire mansion, Nyx felt a tingle run up her sign and her mouth fell open in absurdity.

“This… isn’t possible… it has only been three days..!”

Frazzled, Nyx picked one of the staircases and flew up it like a woman possessed.

With everyone else’s curiosity piqued, they too followed her example and bolted towards the source of the energy.

Upon reaching the hallway where it was coming from, the girls found a shining light being emitted from a room at the end of the hall.

Peering inside, they found Straga, Nubia, and all of the wives staring at a multicolored bundle of energy.

But bit by bit, the energy started to create its own flesh out of thin air.

A skeletal structure was first created, with familiar bones made from magical diamond and at a height of 7’6; not taking into account the four long horns coming out of its skull.

Next, came his flesh.

As it was when he was a baby, it was entirely black in color, with a muscular physique that was the textbook definition of heavenly, with no equal or comparison.

Bright golden tattoos were burned into his skin, and they moved as if they were alive along every corner of his body; save for the ones on his cheeks and around his eyes, which always stayed in the same place.

Long and luxurious hair burst out of his scalp, equally black and white in color.

His body floated back down to the ground and he landed on the bed before sitting up slowly.

He rubbed his eyes as he yawned like he’d just woken up from a super long nap.

A light soreness was present in his mind, possibly there from waking up before he was fully ready.

When he finally opened his black and gold eyes, he caught sight of the adult sized ‘Pokémon’ themed pajamas still on his body, and he all but scoffed.

Snapping his fingers, he traded in his pajamas for a pair of gray sweatpants and a white tank top that did nothing to hide the chiseled marble underneath.

“Feels a lot less embarrassing now…”

Tying back his hair, he finally looked up at the room full of his friends and family and smiled in a friendly manner.

His teeth were a blinding white, save for the egregiously sharp canines in his mouth that looked like they were covered by protective gold caps.

“This is a nice sight to wake up to. My memory is a little fuzzy, so can someone tell me why you’re all-“

Karliah suddenly lifted up Nubia and Straga by their collars and chucked them outside.

Lusamine closed the door, locked it, then froze it with a layer of ice magic.

Nyx put up a barrier to prevent outside teleportation.

Abaddon looked around in mild worry.

“Girls… why did you just kick my children out of-“

“Strip.”

“…Excuse me?”

Karliah literally ripped off her tank top and shorts so that she could be completely naked in an instant.

“I’ve reached the limit of my patience. Take that dick out while I’m asking nicely.”

Abaddon’s mouth fell open from shock.

One by one, Demeter, Persephone, Nyx, and Lusamine also came out of their clothes and stared at Abaddon with the same indescribable amount of burning lust.

They didn’t realize it, but their feelings and needs were a direct result of Abaddon’s new personifications.

Heaven and Sex & Sexuality, create an unthinkably attractive aura when held in unison like this.

As the embodiment of sexuality, everything Abaddon did, no matter how mundane, had the effect of functioning the same as a choreographed strip show.

Just the act of him tying his hair had quite literally teased these women to the point of moral degradation.

And since he was also ‘heaven’, he seemed radiant, angelic, and gave others a feeling as though he could lead them to eternal bliss and happiness.

If it meant that they could get Abaddon inside of them, they would force themselves on him if they had to.

“The fuck do you think you all are doing!? Put your damn clothes on, now!” Valerie roared.

“No can do, look at him!” Lusamine yelled. “We can either do this the easy way or the hard way! Just let us join in for one night!”

Persephone: “One week!”

Demeter: “One month!”

Karliah: “One year!”

Nyx : “One lifetime!”

The Wives: “NO!”

The Homewreckers: “Them we’ll just take him!”

Abaddon : ‘What the fuck did I wake up to…?’

Releasing a combined battle cry, the groups of women engaged each other in a heated struggle (Cat fight).

They unfurled upon each other the most furious of blows. (They tackled each other)

They used the dirtiest of underhanded tactics! (Hair pulling)

The losers were forcibly restrained or rendered unconscious! (They got knocked the hell out)

Abaddon sat and watched all of this go down with a somewhat disbelieving look.

…He was also mildly aroused.

Were his wives ever more attractive than when they were so ferociously trying to stake their claim to him?!

The answer was no!

He was content to watch this entire show for as long as it was going to be on the big screen!

“I will not be denieddd!!” Nyx escaped Bekka’s headlock and leapt across the room to reach Abaddon with her arms outstretched.

She was only millimeters away from touching him when Eris tackled her out of the air like a Monday night football star.

But instead of letting her hit the ground, she tossed her into an open black hole on the floor; the entrance to Bekka’s void prison.

The girls hugged and puffed in exhaustion as they hog tied their adversaries before reforming into Ayaana.

With slow, calculating steps, they approached Abaddon like a predator before crawling onto the bed.

Abaddon’s heart was basically just a decoration at this point, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t speed up at the sight of his true love.

And the feeling was more than mutual for them.

The way that the others felt just now when they saw him was the way that they saw him all of the time.

As such, the current lust and attraction that they felt wasn’t necessarily coming from his new appearance.

While that was a factor, it was minuscule to them at best.

What excited them the most was the joy of seeing the man that they loved happy, healthy, and back to his usual self.

In that sense, everything that they felt was much purer and stronger than anything that the others were feeling.

And because their hearts and minds are liked with their husband’s, Abaddon could feel everything that they felt for him, and knew the purity of their love.

It touched him indescribably.

Once they reached Abaddon, the girls inhaled his natural pheromones until their lungs nearly burst.

Unsurprisingly he did the same to them, and his body stiffened accordingly.

Drawing themselves ever closer, they parted their full, plum lips and licked their husband from his neck to his left ear.

Even though the blood in him was only rushing to one area, he still maintained just enough in his brain so that he could hear her next words.

She whispered to him ever so softly so that no one could hear except those in this room, and she grazed her fingers over the growing outline in his pants.

“Congratulations, honey… you have grown wonderfully yet again.”

Currently, Abaddon was only worried about one thing that was growing.

He pulled Ayaana into his lap and licked her in the exact same intense pattern that she had done to him.

“This is all for you, my loves… For our family.”

All ten wives shuddered in his grasp. “But honey, we think you are forgetting something…”

“What…?” Abaddon asked as he untied their dress from behind.

Smiling evilly, she suddenly tightened her grip on his member to the point of discomfort.

“We’re still mad at you.”

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