First Demonic Dragon

In all fairness, Abaddon’s question was completely justified.

Previously, Sif was only a 5’8 woman with a slender, yet muscular body that wouldn’t be noticeable if she were wearing her favorite fluffy white coat.

But now, she was almost 6’4, and her body had developed much more curves and musculature.

She used to be fond of wearing a bright blue dress that gave off a more modest feel than a seductive one.

Now, she wore a simple tube top that barely contained her bust and a long blue skirt that showed off her thigh via a slit on the left side.

She’d been tanning in the sun recently, as her skin had developed a more golden color; but there were still patches of her usual pinkish-white skin underneath.

But what Abaddon found to be the most jarring was the fact that he could see she was just polymorphed.

He could see her true appearance easily, just like looking past a veil.

In fact she was a woman close to nine feet tall, with deep blue skin and icy blonde hair paired with a single horn in her forehead.

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“GO TO SLEEP, BASTARDD!!”

Sif lunged into the air with her weapon raised overhead and attempted to bludgeon Abaddon back into another month-long coma.

The shadows on the ground reached out and held Sif up in midair the moment that she came close to striking him.

Though with all of his powers returned, Abaddon could have survived one measly blow from her even if nothing happened to him at all.

“Release me now, shadows!”

The literal element of darkness shook itself as if to say ‘no’.

This in turn only served to make Sif yell out more obscenities.

“C-Calm down, ma! Dad is just a little fuzzy headed from waking up is all!” Thrudd reasoned.

Sif’s cheeks darkened as she stared at Abaddon unforgivingly.

Thrudd crawled over towards Abaddon and began whispering privileged information in his ear.

“Dad, tell her she looks pretty…!”

“Come again…?”

“Her new tattoos..! She had Grandma design them hoping you would like them…!”

Abaddon finally noticed the new tattoos on Sif’s body.

Originally she had only a simple runic back piece, but now there was much more detail on it so that it took up her whole back, and it was similar to the new pieces on her arms.

Ever since Ayaana had formed, Abaddon would tell any of his friends that would listen how attracted he was to his wives’ tattoos.

Art on top of art? What wasn’t to love?!

However, he didn’t expect to have his fetishes used against him like this by an outsider.

Or at least, an outsider other than Nyx.

Abaddon still had a blank, mortifyingly confused look on his face; leaving Thrudd to concoct a quick plan under the guise of help.

“I-I’m gonna go get stepmom! Mom, can you stay in here and keep an eye on dad please? Thanks! Come on, Courtney!”

“Why do I have to go- Uwah!”

Thrudd threw her younger sister over her shoulder like luggage and carried her outside despite the confused protests.

As the door was slammed shut, Abaddon had a sneaking suspicion that maybe Thrudd was going to take her sweet time finding his wives.

As he thought about this, the shadows put Sif down on the edge of the bed and took away her icy weapon before retreating.

“She said that you are feeling unwell… Is that true?” She asked quietly.

“Just a bit of a headache is all… possibly in conjunction with a mild bit of psychosis, but who knows.” Abaddon lay back down and closed his eyes, believing he was just not quite done dreaming.

He felt movement within the bed and suddenly there was a cold, but feminine hand along his forehead.

“You don’t feel warm or anything like you used to… but then again, how exactly does one tell if a primordial god has the flu?”

Abaddon cracked open one eye and stared at Sif who was hovering above him.

Brief flashes of memories started to rip through his mind, and he winced at the sudden thought.

“…I hope you aren’t acting like that because I touched you.” She muttered.

“No.” Abaddon quickly pulled himself back together. “Just a chill.”

Sif stared at Abaddon uncomfortably for a moment before checking to make sure the door was locked.

“I know that I probably shouldn’t bring this up right now, but… It’s been two months since the last time and I thought we agreed to see each other atleast once a week…”

Abaddon didn’t understand. “I’m looking at you right now?”

“…I am resisting the urge to break your nose, I want you to understand that.”

Sif suddenly sat on her knees in the bed and started pulling down her skirt.

The sight that greeted a stunned Abaddon was a cute, but short field of blonde hair, and one of the wedding markings that his wives had.

However, Sif’s was dull and colorless; almost as if it were inactive like a decommissioned radio tower.

Sif continued to pull down her skirt, and Abaddon could see the thin lines of nectar that’d apparently been leaking from her for some time without his knowledge.

No, the truth was that he could smell it as soon as she walked in, he just pretended not to notice.

“I know that we were fighting and stuff before you ran off to Asgard so we weren’t speaking but that was… my fault… again.” Sif added bitterly.

“But can you please do something about this..? Every time I try to take care of it I just make it worse for myself…”

Abaddon felt as if his mind were literally going to implode.

Not once in his life had he ever woken up to a world filled with so much trouble, not even when he was first reincarnated as Exedra.

His mind was so overwhelmed by these sudden and dramatic turns of events that the dam of memories he had been unconsciously suppressing finally broke.

–

Sif Ýnnlón is the Goddess of Winter- hailing from a tribe of frost giants from the Norse lands of Niflheim.

She was raised warlike and nomadic, but from the moment she was capable of independent thought, she couldn’t help but feel like there was more in the realms to experience.

After several years of this, Sif eventually sent the mother goddess a heartfelt prayer.

One that contained her hopes and desires to experience something new and meaningful that would be different from the life she had known so far.

She closed her eyes and when she awoke, she was in a new bright and sunny land.

Antares.

It was difficult for her at first, because she was much larger than all of the other residents and she was unused to the weather.

However, she had a lucky day.

She had arrived in Antares on one of the occasions where a sickly, sixteen-year-old prince was having a good day for his health and was out exploring.

Exedra took immediate pity on the large blue skinned woman who had fainted in the middle of the street from heatstroke.

He of course brought her back to the castle, and he tended to her as best he could while ignoring his own personal well being.

Funnily enough, when Sif awoke she was instantly smitten.

Though she didn’t understand why.

Exedra was the dantiest thing she had ever seen, and so fragile she felt she could have crushed him just by walking past him too fast.

But perhaps that was where the initial interest lie.

He was unrelentingly kind, and she had never been shown such warmth before in her life.

And Exedra, who had never once had a single woman be attracted to him before, was utterly powerless to stop himself from falling for her.

The two of them were practically glued together at the hip for months.

The fact that there wasn’t much that he could do with his body never bothered her much, as she was content to sit beside him as they read and watched the day go by from his window.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone in the castle that they decided to get married right after finding out that she was pregnant.

Sif wasn’t a huge fan of ceremonies and neither was Exedra, so the two of them simply exchanged vows and had a small dinner together.

The birth of their first daughter, Thea, was the happiest day of both of their lives, and it cemented their belief that they would be together forever.

However, they had problems that neither of them knew how to work through due to their inexperience with relationships and their youth.

She was a frost giant, but she had a fiery temper and became frustrated when her husband acted in a way that she didn’t understand.

He was an insecure young man who was horrible at talking about his feelings and was prone to shutting down and isolating himself from her.

Maybe it was never destined to work.

The decision to part with each other was Sif’s.

Perhaps she was able to see that the man she loved was desperately in need of time to grow up, but he didn’t quite see it that way.

He felt she abandoned him.

She left Thea in his care at his request before she returned to Niflheim; neither of them knowing that she was already pregnant with Thrudd.

Two years later when Exedra had just begun to pull himself out of his depressed state, his grandfather came to visit him and informed him that he was going to be getting married again- to the disgraced eldest daughter of the witches, and the useless heir to the Osa tribe.

Just listening to the way that his grandfather described the women, Exedra felt a sense of kinship almost immediately.

They were just like him.

Forgotten.

Discarded.

He wanted to be there for them, just to tell them that he understood how they felt and he would not look down on them.

But where would the point in that be?

He wasn’t the kind of man who should be tethering himself to anyone and trying to support them, least of all two fragile women.

He had already tried at that and failed.

And so his second marriages became strictly on paper.

That is, until his soul was reunited with Carter’s.

Outside of Dola, time flows differently.

For Exedra only a short two years went by, but for Sif it was sixteen.

And it was time spent in near agony.

The matrimonial mark that Asmodeus’ male lineage leave on their women is a very particular thing.

It doesn’t create love, and it cannot force it.

The love that the two share for each other is what gives the mark the bulk of it’s power being the limited bodily control, absolute telepathy, and the continued sharing of one’s strength as it grows.

However, the mark is still rooted in lust.

If ever the love between one of the two parties ceases to be active, then the ‘lust’ kicks in and attempts to pull them back together until the ‘love’ is reignited.

On average, Abaddon and his wives have about 3 days of abstinence that they can endure before they ravenously pull each other into the nearest broom closet or empty room.

This need of theirs can be ignored for a short time, or suppressed with proper meditation.

But Sif left without knowing any of those things.

The years she spent away from Exedra were almost unbearable, and she spent every night trying to stabilize her condition.

Looking at other men made her queasy.

Touching herself was sometimes like throwing gas on an open fire.

She was stuck with a body that constantly reignited memories of the man she left behind.

And then one day when Thrudd was nearly grown, she and her daughter saw Abaddon’s message of war leveled against the gods.

He looked different.

So different that she shouldn’t have recognized him.

But when her marking lit up like a Christmas tree for the first time in years, she knew there was no mistaking it.

And she immediately prayed to Asherah again to give her and her daughter passage back to Dola.

Once there, she met the family Abaddon had built for himself in her absence.

It… almost hurt to see.

However, Abaddon didn’t bear any resentment towards her for leaving him any longer.

He was also beyond elated to meet Thrudd, and the two of them hit it off right away, becoming as thick as thieves in the span of a single night.

Sif was also relieved to have met Thea and seen how well she had grown, but slightly alarmed that she had become the host of an extra dimensional weapon and apparently spent most of her life inside of it.

But she took comfort in being thankful that her daughter was atleast strong enough to defend herself properly.

The night of Sif’s return, things became slightly heated when she declared her intention to join he and his wives for their intimate time.

Naturally, they tried to kill her.

But instead of fighting back, Sif broke down and began crying about how hard the past sixteen years had been on her body and mind.

She threw a full blown tantrum and refused to leave their room.

The group’s desperation to get her to stop crying, and the mild sense of pity that they took on her resulted in them coming to a small compromise.

Sif gets to join them for one night every week for a single hour.

Even if she fainted halfway through, there were multiple occasions in the past where Bekka tossed her out naked into the hallway so that they could enjoy their marital activities alone.

But by now, it is an arrangement that the group has slowly gotten used to over time, and sometimes they even allow her to spend the whole night with them.

Though between Abaddon and Ayaana, there have been multiple times where Sif’s heart stopped from the shock of the pleasure and she ends up tapping out.

Despite the fact that they have been intimate several times since reuniting; the two are no closer to getting remarried.

Sif desperately wants to try again, but Abaddon does not.

While she has apologized time and time again for the manner in which she left and the things she said before leaving, Abaddon cannot forget and believes it best that they remain friends.

This often results in her picking fights with him to elicit reactions, and him foolishly taking the bait and battling with her- usually over nothing.

–

As Abaddon’s headache subsided and became replaced with even greater confusion, the door to the bedroom was suddenly locked open and his wives streamed in like SWAT.

Lailah carried her trusty water gun over her shoulder, and when she saw Sif about to sit on their husband’s face, she didn’t hesitate to open fire.

“BAD GIRLLLLL!!!!!”

“KYAAA! What are you doing?! You said I had permission!!”

“We were dreaming, but now we’re awake so get the fuck away from him!!”

“What are you even talking about?! Look, I’m losing my mind here so I need-“

“TOUGH TITS!!”

Suddenly all of the girls had water guns and they proceeded to open fire on Sif.

As Abaddon watched her roll off the bed and take cover, he did what he felt was the most sensible thing possible in that moment.

He pulled the covers over himself, and went back to sleep.

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