Content Warning!
The same general warnings that were relevant for the first two books are still relevant here. If you didn’t like those books, why are you reading book 3? Are you a glutton for punishment? If you did enjoy those books, then welcome back!
Chapter 1
I‘d gone my whole life staying hunkered within the seven spired walls of Horcross City, never once daring to venture into the Badlands or take a portal into another plane. That wasn’t uncommon for a resident of Horcross—in fact it was the norm. And yet, in one week, I’d found myself outside the boundaries of the fantastical metropolis not once but twice.
This time I was riding on the back of my draconic baby-momma, on our way to the nest where she had laid her eggs. She was in full gold dragon form as she flew me out to the location.
I hadn’t spent all that much time thinking about her in her absence, and I felt a tinge of guilt for that, but now that she was here, it seemed crazy that I could have ever put her out of my mind. She was a creature of profound splendor and majesty. Even in her dragon form, she was a thing of surreal beauty. I lived in a world of magic and legends, and yet Missy was the most incredible thing I’d ever known—and she was my lover and the mother of my future children.
I truly lived a privileged existence. I reflected on my own good fortune for a while as we soared over the arid, depressing landscape of the Badlands. After an hour, maybe longer, though, my mind bubbled over with questions and curiosities that simply had to be entertained.
“Missy, babe, what have you been up to since leaving Horcross?”
She answered me with a syrupy sweetness in her booming deep dragon voice—a feminine cadence to her overpoweringly monstrous tone. “Aside from laying my eggs and protecting them?
Very little, I’m afraid,” she said. “Our progeny will dominate my life for the next century or so until they are able to survive on their own.”
“That’s a long time,” I grunted.
“Not long for the likes of us, my love,” she replied. I was holding onto her neck. My dragoness’s powerful wings beat against the wind as she effortlessly carried me toward our destination.
I considered her words. “I haven’t really gotten used to the idea of being immortal,” I said.
“Not immortal, not yet, but long-lived at the very least. You will not know age and sickness now that your powers have taken root.”
“What do you know of my powers?”
“I have known demons before—though never in the same manner as I know you. There are many circles of hell, each of them with its own demon lord. You are from the Sixth Circle, also known as the Pits of Pleasure.”
“I guess I’m thankful I’m not from one of the other ones,” I chuckled. “Sixth Circle sounds like the best deal.”
“The Domain of Indulgence is also a rather exciting place,” she giggled, her voice deep and bestial. Wind rushed through my hair as my eyes stayed trained on the back of her head in front of me. “And the food is without peer or equal.”
“I’ll be sure to visit,” I said, laughing and stroking her neck. She rumbled at my gesture of affection, vibrating beneath me.
“There,” she announced, nodding straight ahead. A high spiky peak capped with snow sat at the edge of the horizon, growing larger in my view with each passing moment. It was then that I realized just how fast we were flying.
“There?” I repeated. “Is that where we’re headed?”
“Yes, Incubus Lord,” she said. “That is where I’ve laid my eggs. Our eggs.”
I squinted as though in doing so I might see the nest—but I didn’t. Even as the mighty mountain grew nearer, it remained just a mountain as far as I could tell.
“Are you from Horcross, then?” I asked her, my hands brushing over her scaly neck. “I am just now realizing I know very little about you.”
“You know me in the ways that matter most,” she bellowed with a mischievous tilt to her tone.
“All the same, I’d like to hear more.”
She paused as though trying to find the words—what I needed to know, parsing it from the tremendous density of her centuries-long life story. “I am from another plane,” Missy said. “But I chose your world to be the home of our eggs so that you would be within reach and able to have a part in the rearing of our whelps.”
“I’m going to be such a bad dad,” I groaned.
“Why do you think this?”
I continued to stroke her neck as I answered. “It’s just that I know nothing about what is considered normal for raising dragon babies or, er, whelps. And I have a whole harem of other women I’m responsible for, too. My time is already divided up in so many different ways. Don’t get me wrong. I’ll try my best.”
“I understand your limitations,” she replied. Her tone was frank, unbothered. “I am well aware of the circumstances. Just being present in their lives will be wonderful. You can bring your other girls when you visit for all I care, once they’re safely hatched and their health is stable. Sometimes I will need to return home, but I would like for the whelps to stay with you when I’m gone. Just keep them safe and well-fed.”
“Babysitting,” I chuckled. “I remember you saying that dragon eggs take fifty years to hatch, though. But now we’re in danger of them hatching prematurely?”
With that, we had come upon the cliff, landing on a ledge. I slid off of her back and landed on my feet.
Before she answered my question, she changed shape. I watched with eager, greedy eyes as she shrunk down to a far more diminutive form, shedding scales, her body contorting as she adjusted to her new physique.
Zilthraximissi the Dawnslayer was her full name, and even in this more human form she looked worthy of it. Her body was a testament to the divinity of dragons. Her heavy, teardrop-shaped breasts were plump and capped with puffy suckable nipples that were almost as pale as the rest of her body. Whereas her titflesh bounced and jiggled with each movement, her abdomen was solid and trim, her waist narrow and nubile. Like her breasts, her ass was bubbly in the best possible way, though at the moment I was staring at her bare nether regions from the front. Her wide hips framed the slit of her womanhood in such a way that I had no choice but to lick my lips upon seeing it.
Her golden hair and golden scales glimmered under the Badlands sun. “You’re ogling me, Incubus Lord,” she smirked, crossing her arms. This only mashed her breasts together in an even more enticing posture—by design, I was sure of it.
“Think of the kids,” I scolded myself.
I focused on her more draconic features—her golden talons that she had for hands and feet, her long, golden tail, and her enormous outspread wings. Her harsh eyes were mostly black with a tiny yellow reptilian slit in place of a pupil.
“We can have our fill of one another later,” she said, eyeing me with those predatory orbs.
“Hell yeah,” I grunted softly. Then I cleared my throat, not wanting to come off as too eager. “I mean, what do we need to do?”
“We need to move the eggs,” she replied. “Have you already forgotten?”
“No. But how do we move them?”
“They are small, and I could carry them myself, but I fear that without your presence, they might not make the journey They called out to you. With you here, I believe they will survive.”
I followed her as she turned her back and kicked aside a boulder as though it were a pebble. We marched down into a hidden cave. “In here,” she said.
I conjured a red flame that I balanced in my palm. It made for a nice light as we entered the interior of the mountain.
Looking around, there was nothing particularly special about what I saw—just a hollowed-out cave that Missy had probably made herself. At the center of the room, three eggs about the size of my hand sat at the center of a fire that should have been filling the cavern with smoke—but as I looked up, I saw rays of light shining into the room from above. They were holes my dragon lover had poked through the ceiling of the cavern, likely intended for ventilation.
I held a hand up to my nose. It was still smoky for me—though I realized that it didn’t seem to limit my ability to breathe functionally at all. It didn’t sting my lungs to inhale it—probably my demon powers at work.
“I see them,” I said. My tremulous voice betrayed my awe to the golden goddess with me. Those were my babies in those eggs. I thought I even saw one of them wiggling. “They’re beautiful.”
“They’re the product of our union,” she cooed, leaning close. “Go on. Introduce yourself.”
I froze. This felt like a big moment. I stared at her anxiously, hesitating, but she just smiled.
Taking a few steps forward, I grew closer to the eggs and their flame. “Hello, uh, kids,” I said. “It’s your daddy I’m John. I’m going to take you home with me. Your mom and I are going to be taking care of you together from now on—and you’ll have a lot of aunties, too.”
“Aunties,” Missy giggled. “Amusing. I hadn’t thought of your harem in such sweet, familial terms, but I suppose it fits. The benefits of mating with someone from a humanoid culture, I suppose.”
I grinned at her. “Now what?”
“Pick up the eggs,” she said. “You’re demon enough already; the fire shouldn’t bother you.”
I wordlessly grasped forward, bending at the knee, and lifted up each of the three eggs one by one. I felt them shake in my arms, heard them gurgling. It was exhilarating.
I turned to Missy with the eggs in my arms and looked at her for further instructions.
“You look strangely… adorable,” she uttered through a snigger. “Fatherhood will suit you well.”
“I hope you’re right,” I said, unconvinced. I gazed down at the eggs. “I really don’t want to fuck this up.”
“Don’t swear in front of the babies,” she growled, her eyes suddenly slitted with irritation. Mine went wide.
“Oh! Sorry! I won’t do it again!”
“This is what I get for falling for a demon,” she bemoaned, rolling her eyes, but she was trying and failing to hide a coquettish grin. “Let’s go.”
The trip back felt even longer. I had the eggs cradled in a bundle under one arm as the other stayed wrapped around Missy’s neck. I could, of course, fly myself, but as it turned out, dragon babies were sensitive to the bond between their parents. Missy insisted, as a result, that it was probably for the best if we stayed in physical contact with each other for the duration of our journey. That, and she was a significantly faster flyer. We shaved hours off the trip by having her handle the burden of travel.
I felt the eggs wriggling in my arms as we flew toward Horcross. Each time one kicked or moved in any way, I held my breath and
sensed my heart race in reply. They seemed perfectly vivacious to me.
“What exactly was the problem with the eggs?” I asked.
She sighed deeply. “It’s impossible to say. But my bond with them is strong enough to know they aren’t well. All I know is that the survival rate of compromised eggs is much higher when both parents are involved.”
“Makes sense, I guess,” I said with a shrug she couldn’t see as she kept her dragon head fixed toward the growing spires of Horcross City in the distance. “It’s just that they seem pretty full of life in my arms.”
“That’s good,” she replied, and her voice sounded relieved. “They were unsettlingly still before you arrived.”
“Awww, they just wanted to see daddy,” I chuckled, rubbing one of the eggs. The black one. “Still can’t believe I fucked a dragon and knocked her up.”
“Language!” she shouted, shooting a fireball out of her snout in punctuation.
“Sorry, sorry,” I said, scarcely managing not to chuckle. I fired a jet of flame from my mouth to keep the eggs warm as the brisk wind threatened to cool them to uncomfortably low temperatures compared to what they’d been in when I found them.
But soon we arrived. Rather than go through the front door, Missy deposited me at the window to my room. I slid it open and crawled inside with eggs bundled around my chest.
Lili was there, dressed inappropriately but predictably in black panties and a strapless black bra that pushed up her breasts to tantalizing effect.
“Lili! Good!” I started. She rose to greet me, her mouth agape to see me setting the eggs on the pillow. “Have you ever hatched a dragon egg before?”
“Obviously not,” she answered, cocking an eyebrow.
Missy shifted gradually into her human form and crawled through the window. I extended my arms to her, catching her and pulling her through.
“We need to warm the eggs,” she said, offering Lili only a faint grunt to acknowledge her presence. “Can we burn this building?”
“That’s not going to be ideal, but I have a portable electric stove for heating up soup,” I replied. I shrank slightly from my own suggestion. It seemed crazy. “Would that work?”
I introduced the contraption to her, and the eggs fit atop it perfectly, though they threatened to roll off. I had to improvise a barrier around the plug-in appliance, placing it inside a blue crate that had triangle-shaped openings in the sides where the cord could thread out of and easily reach the outlet in the wall. Inside the crate, the eggs sat upright.
“The energy bill is going to be sky-high, but this should be safe and efficient.”
“The babies love it!” Missy said, watching as the eggs wiggled happily. “But I’m afraid we are too late. The normal gestation period for a dragon egg is decades long, but these could hatch within a few months at most.”
My eyes went wide. “That sounds bad. Premature births are bad, right?”
“They will be fragile for a long time,” she said. “And they will be little more than beasts for a while. But if they survive, they still have a chance to grow up to be powerful titans.”
“We’ll do everything we can.” I turned around and saw Lili standing there half-naked. It looked less inappropriate now that Missy was in her human form without any garments at all.
“Both of you, put on some clothes,” I said as I battled with a boner I stealthily employed the belt tuck technique to hide the massive erection from my women. “If you’re hanging around here and the campus, it’s a good idea to be dressed.”
“I will be staying with you from now on, Incubus Lord,” Missy said. “Now, who is this charming little demoness?”
I grinned. Finally, she noticed her “This is Liliticia, my servitor and one of the people I trust the most. Lili, meet Missy, my dragon girlfriend.”
“Wife,” Missy said. “We are mated.”
“Fair enough,” I said, blushing. “Guess I’m married.”
“It’s an honor to meet you,” Lili replied, bowing low. “I’m not sure I like the idea of putting on clothes, master, but I will obey.”
She reached over and grabbed two of my shirts. One was a band t-shirt for the heavy metal group Dracolich. I was a huge fan of theirs back in high school. Their whole deal was that the frontman was supposedly a draconid lich, but it turned out he was just a draconid with a bit of ghoul in the family tree and a knack for makeup and costumes. The revelation didn’t bother me much—I was into them for the music. Their album Acid Breath Apocalypse got me through some really dark times.
The other shirt was actually a Myth U hoodie, magically charmed to deal with my own wings—when I had them. She put the t-shirt on and handed the hoodie to Missy, who accepted the article of clothing with a skeptical eye. They both sniffed the shirts in unison and let out almost identical contented sighs as my scent wafted into their noses.
“That’s gross,” I groaned. “I wore those when I was working out.”
“You smell so fucking good, though,” Lili said.
“Your servitor is correct. But language, please. The babies.”
They donned their shirts and both looked adorable in them, but their tails lifted up the backs of the clothing and left the girls’ asses exposed.
“You still can’t walk around campus like that,” I muttered. “We’ll need to get you some pants.”
“Pants?” Lili asked as if she’d never heard of the word before. “It feels… blasphemous. But okay, master. If that’s what you need.”
“I do Would you borrow a pair of pants from Imara for now? Let your tail poke out the top, just keep a belt on tight and let the t-shirt hang down. There’s a Tees and Tails shop just a few blocks from campus. Here’s my credit card.”
Her eyes lit up. “Okay, master. Can I take Imara with me?”
I shuddered. “The goal is specifically to buy pants for yourself and Missy. Draconid pants should fit her.”
Lili looked at the dragoness carefully, drinking in her physique with an analytical eye. “Got it. Leave it to me, master!”
With that, she leaned in, kissed me on the cheek, and left through the door, leaving it open behind her.
Missy lingered. I turned to her. “So, just hang around here for now, I guess,” I said. “In Horcross, a woman walking around with her lower half exposed would cause quite a stir.”
“We don’t want that,” she nodded. “In fact, I hope I am hardly noticed at all. I will remain here as much as possible, if that is alright with you, though there are things I must attend to.”
“Of course,” I said, grabbing her talon. “You’ve been flying all day. Should we take a rest?”
She let out a heavy sigh but grinned through a coy expression. “Actually, I think we should focus on our bond.”
I felt my brow raise high as I went wide-eyed at the implications I thought I’d sensed in her words and the sudden change of posture. “The eggs are right here,” I pointed out in a whisper. I gestured to the electric stove that was keeping them hot and cozy.
“They will do better if our bond is solidified,” she replied with a shrug. “I’m afraid I must insist.” Missy shoved me down against the bed with one talon as another grabbed hold of my shirt, ripping it from my body like it was paper.
Her eyes lit up at the sight of my bulky physique. “You have grown stronger since last we mated.”
“I have been putting in the hours at the gym,” I said, lying back on the bed with my arms behind my head. I made my pectoral muscles do a little dance.
Missy cringed. “I’m not sure how I feel about what you’re doing with your breasts.”
“Ahem!” I said. “The correct terminology is ‘manly chest muscles.’” I kept the pectoral dance going. It had a satisfyingly hypnotic effect on her.
“Despite how repulsed I feel by this braggadocious display, I must admit that your body pleases me,” she growled, stripping off the hoodie she’d only moments before put on.
Missy’s huge tail and wings knocked a bunch of shit off of the bedside table as she positioned herself, kneeling astride me.
“Do me a favor and use that golden talon of yours to cut my forearm, would you?” I said. She made a weird face at me but obeyed, slicing a gash above my wrist. I slurped up the blood without an explanation.
“I assume this is some Incubus Lord magic at play?” she said. I felt her loins already growing hot against me, and she couldn’t help but start gyrating. Her hips rocked as her groin rubbed lewdly against mine. She bit her lip.
I didn’t bother answering the question. Instead, I grabbed her by the horns and pulled her in for a kiss. Her forked tongue got all tangled up in mine, and the slobber of her sweet lips lent our passionate kiss an erotic flavor.
I grabbed hold of her wings where they jutted from her back and pulled her tight against me. She was hot to the touch, like heated iron, and it made the impending sex all the more alluring. I wasn’t sure a normal man could handle it—but being a demon with immunity to fire, we made a good match.
She traced a claw roughly down my chest, leaving scratch marks in her wake. She clumsily fumbled at my belt. I let her try, but her dragon talons were far from dexterous with such things, and it made for adorable viewing to see her bite her lip in frustration as she failed to undo the clasp or work the zipper.
The joke was on me, though, when she ultimately lost her patience. She parted her knees, taking a wider stance straddling me, and lifted her butt up, holding me down with her talons by the shoulders. She looked down at my crotch and breathed a white-hot rose of fire directly onto my crotch, setting my pants aflame. From there, she easily removed them, ripping them free from my body, liberating my cock.
You could bet your ass I was already hard as mithril at that little overreaction. There are few things hotter than a woman who stops at nothing to get my dick.
I gripped my cock and angled it suggestively toward her entrance, which now hovered over me temptingly. She didn’t seem particularly interested in drawing out the foreplay, so she descended onto my shaft with pinpoint accuracy, her wet magma-hot sex swallowing up my cock and taking all of my enormity down to the base.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned just as greedily as any other girl I’d been with. Despite how regal, ancient, and powerful she was, when impaled to the hilt with Incubus Lord cock she moaned just as raunchily as the rest. My dick was the great equalizer.
I made the first move, bucking upward with my hips. She ground against me in response, spittle already dribbling from her lips—some of it leftover from our kiss. As the saliva dripped onto my skin, it sizzled and burned, evaporating instantly in a steamy vapor.
She rode me like a bucking bronco, her asscheeks and tail slapping my thighs and legs as she bounced up and down. My eyes were fixated on her impressive breasts, entranced by the fat tiflesh
as it swayed and jiggled a breath away from my face. I licked my lips.
I relinquished my grip on one of her hips to clutch her tit and guide it to my lips. I latched on, suckling like a manticore pup, training my tongue to her teat.
She groaned and continued to grind even more furiously, her greedy body rewarding my attention on her nipple with even more passion. I nipped at her nub, and she squealed, causing a hot breath of fire to wash over my face. It didn’t burn me, but I had to use my other hand to beat some flames out of the pillow before that little situation got out of control. My skin, now red hot, burned with sensitivity. And it gave me an idea.
I released her tit from my mouth with a lewd smacking sound. I pushed her backward so I could see her whole body, and for a moment, she looked confused. Inhaling deeply, I went through the incantation for the fire breath spell in my mind. With a powerful exhalation, I covered her whole naked body in hellfire, paying extra special attention to her breasts and groin.
She moaned, and her wanton hips pulsed against me even harder I could literally smell her need welling up. When the fire had dissipated, she was left touching herself, rubbing her own clit and nipples as she rode me, wild with rhapsodic pleasure.
“How did you know?” she asked breathily.
I grinned at her with adoration plain in my eyes. “I noticed when you breathed fire on me that it didn’t hurt. It just made me more sensitive. I thought it might work the same for you.”
“It’s a common practice for dragons that mate with one another,” she said through a series of squeals and squeaks of bliss. “We are soooo…” she bit her lip, searching for the word. Her eyes opened up when she’d discovered it. “Compatible! We’re compatible!”
“That’s gotta be good for the babies, right?” I said.
“Don’t talk about the babies now,” she replied, her face souring, but her movements didn’t slow.
“Sorry,” I grunted. I bucked deep into her, meeting her thrusts with my own. Soon the sound of our sex was echoing off the walls. I could feel that we were both getting close—her especially. Her pace was quickening even further, going wild and erratic. Her slick insides were growing tighter, and my cock was coated with her pearly juices.
“I’m—” she couldn’t finish her thought. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and I felt a wave of euphoric constrictions as her pussy squeezed my cock as she broadcasted her climax with an onslaught of desperate moans.
With that, I reached my own fulfillment, shooting load after load of cum inside of her womb.
Her eyes went wide, and with half her breath, she looked down at me in wonder. “Did you cum inside me?” she asked, still grinding her hips.
I grunted. “Was I not supposed to?”
“I may still be fertile,” she said. “I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”
My eyes flashed wide open. “I think my Incubus powers cancel it out. Pregnancy won’t happen unless I’m trying for it.”
She grunted her understanding and just kept bouncing, squeezing every last drop of seed from my shaft that she could.
At the end of it all, we collapsed onto the scorched bedsheets in a heap.
“Our babies will be very strong if the strength of our bond is any indicator,” she said in between kisses. “You are a worthy lover.”
“Let’s hope that I’m a worthy father.”
She grinned. “Yes, indeed. I have few doubts.”
I looked up at the ceiling. How long had we been fucking? A few minutes? A few hours? Time seemed so relative with her. I stole a glance at the crate containing the eggs and the electric stove. The
eggs were all wiggling happily—which kind of creeped me out given the circumstances, but it put me at ease, too.
Missy and I gazed into each other’s eyes for a good long while, but eventually I had to get up and check on the other girls. She opted to stay in the room and keep an eye on the eggs, which suited me fine, though it stung a bit to be separated from her after such an intense love-making session.
Imara was there in the kitchen—which surprised me.
“Imara,” I said. “Hey, babe.”
“Hi, honey!” she said back. “Lili and Tammy went shopping with your credit card.”
This was of course not news to me, but I didn’t love the way it was phrased. “I’m sure Lili will be able to keep the budget under control.”
“Tamara has her daddy’s card, so I doubt you have anything to worry about.”
“I kind of thought you’d go with Lili,” I said. “She asked for you specifically.”
“I know,” she sighed. “But I have a study group in a bit. And then I was hoping you and I could get dinner.”
My eyes lit up with skepticism and wonder. “You? Study group?”
“Of course! I want to graduate so we can work together and then get married!”
“I don’t remember promising that last part.”
“But you’ll be so proud of me. It’ll be a given,” she said matterof-factly. Her halo and eyes both burned golden. “So, will you take me out afterward?”
I thought of Missy and the kids. She knew the harem situation I was in, the other obligations I had. And I’d just spent the whole day with her. “Let me check something later, but sure. I think it should be fine.”
“Yay!” she said with a little jump. “It’s going to be such fun!”
I walked up to her and gave her a hug from behind as she started prepping a snack. “I’m sure it’ll be a great time,” I said. It was not, in fact, going to be a great time.
Chapter 2
Ichecked in with Missy and the eggs and let her know that I’d be going out with Imara for the evening after running a few errands, but I carefully added that I’d be back as soon as I could be. I wasn’t about to go far from my eggs—but if I could help it, I wouldn’t risk making my girls feel neglected, either.
“Will you be out late?” she asked, looking rather bored as she sat in my bed, staring at the eggs on the electric stove.
“No, I don’t think so.”
She nodded. “Good. I have some business to attend to. As long as you return here tonight, the eggs should be fine.”
“What about you? Don’t they need their mother just as urgently?” I asked.
“They’re too used to my presence. You’re a novelty. It’ll do them some good to be tended to by you instead.”
“You’re the expert, I guess,” I chuckled as I leaned forward and pecked her on the forehead. Her face didn’t react. She looked up at me and squinted.
“You have an aura of darkness around you. It hangs over you like a shroud.”
That didn’t sound ideal. “What do you mean?”
She shrugged. “A premonition. Maybe nothing. Don’t be gone long. Stay close to our babies. And don’t get into any trouble.”
“I won’t,” I said. “I’m just getting dinner. I’ll keep an eye out for trouble, but there’s basically no crime in this part of the city besides underage drinking and other illegal substances.”
“I trust you, of course. Few things in this city could kill you in a fair fight. Still,” she said, hesitating. “It doesn’t hurt to be careful. These auras can pass—it might mean that you are linked to a recent death, or perhaps that someone is merely grievously upset with you.”
I thought of the Minotaur that Imara had killed. That had to be it. “Ah,” I said, sighing. “Well, no worries then. I think it’s just the fact that I participated in a little… murder. Indirectly.”
Missy looked bored by the admission. “That’s good, then,” she said. “All the same, do conduct yourself prudently.”
She left before I did, as it turned out, taking off from the window and transforming into her full gold dragon form in mid-air. It was quite a spectacle to behold.
“That’s my girl,” I said. I turned and looked over at the eggs. “And that’s your mommy.”
I walked up to them where they were sitting on the electric stove as it was held in the crate that kept the eggs upright. One of the eggs was spotted red and green on a white shell. Another was similarly striped. The third was jet black. It seemed odd to me, but Missy didn’t seem concerned by it, so neither was I.
“Hey little munchkins,” I said, cooing at the eggs, stroking them a few times. I felt the dragonlings inside wiggling and gurgling in response.
I talked to them for a bit, telling them a little about myself—what I was, who I was to them, how clueless I was about how to be a dad to dragons. But I couldn’t help but feel excited, all the same.
After a while, I felt my eyelids growing heavy, and I ultimately fell asleep at the desk, my hand resting on the crate that cradled the eggs. It wasn’t until hours later that I was awakened by a knock at the door.
“Mr Cutter, it’s your favorite girl.” That was Imara’s voice on the other side of the door, as deadly sweet as ever, dripping with just a
bit of unhinged energy that made her somehow sound even sexier than she already was.
I stood up, crossed over to the door and opened it up. She was there, alright, dressed in a silky white summer dress and matching white heels that brought her up to my nose. A golden waistband was tied tight around her midsection, emphasizing just how narrowwaisted she was—all the while, her respectable angelic titties were half-exposed by the plunging neckline of the dress. I sighed contentedly at the generous valley of cleavage before staring into her nightmarishly gorgeous golden eyes.
“What have you been doing in here since I left for my study group?”
“Watching my eggs. What was the class, again?”
“Goblinoid Anatomy,” she said, though her voice sounded oddly disappointed. “I thought goblin girls had sideways vaginas, but apparently they don’t.”
“You could’ve just asked Tayak about that,” I chuckled.
“Oh, sure, what a great conversation starter. ‘Hey, Tayak, sweety, how’s that horizontal pussy doing?’” she said, giggling as she rolled her eyes.
I couldn’t help myself but to laugh at that. “Come on in,” I said, pulling her into my room by the waist.
“I thought we were going out,” she replied, though from the ascending tone in her voice, she didn’t sound disappointed. The gorgeous Half-Angel was already eyeing the bed.
“I want to show you my eggs,” I said.
“Your… eggs? Missy’s eggs? They’re here?!”
“Did you not hear me, like, one minute ago?”
“I thought it was a euphemism!” she squealed. “Oh my gods, John! Your motherfucking eggs!” She found them right away, rushing over to the desk and looking into the crate. “They’re so precious!”
She let out the girliest squeal I’d ever heard from a woman of twentyone years.
“We’re trying not to swear in front of them,” I said, feeling kind of silly for admitting it, but Imara just nodded.
“Motherfreaking eggs,” she whispered softly. Then she groaned jealously. “When will you make me a momma?”
The sudden question threw me entirely off my game. “W-what? I —”
She turned around and leaned back against the desk. One of the thin shoulder straps on her gorgeous, pristine dress fell off to the side as she flashed me a lascivious look that could only mean one thing. “I want one. I want ten. Knock me up, John, please?”
“Absolutely not,” I said, throwing a hand out in front of me to act as a living representation of a Stop sign. She frowned. “I mean, not today. Give it some time. Do you really want our kids to have to compete with the dragon whelps for my attention?”
She frowned. “But I’m your favorite. I love you the best. It’s only fair—”
“Don’t call yourself the favorite,” I said, feeling a bit of heat on my brow from the conversation, which was ironic for someone who shrugged off fire a few minutes ago.
She crossed her arms and pouted. “But I love you, John. And you love me. I know you do. Don’t deny it.”
“One day, we’ll try,” I said. “I promise. But how would it even work?”
“What do you mean?” she asked, calming down at the sound of my promise.
“I mean, you’re part angel, I’m part demon. What would our kids be like?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said breathily, clasping her palms together, her face all lovey-dovey. She stepped forward and took
both of my hands in hers, never breaking her forceful eye contact with me, never blinking once. “As long as I’m yours, our children could be purebred hellspawn for all I care.”
I stood there in silence, smiling meekly back at her. “You’re pretty intense, you know,” I said.
She giggled. “Intensely into you.”
“Yeah, that,” I agreed. “Should we get going?”
It was at this point that we made our way downtown for a bite to eat at an establishment serving only conjured food prepared by wizards. Usually, conjured food was unfilling and bland compared to what one could get from a more traditional restaurant, but this place was supposedly a cut above what most wizards could manage.
“It’s honestly not bad,” Imara said, holding a morsel of summoned mutton in front of her. “I’ve been wanting to try this for a while. But, John, can we afford it?”
“Are you kidding?” I said, cocking one eyebrow at her, “We’re loaded after my trip to the Badlands dungeon. We’ve got cash to spare.”
She grinned her pearly whites at me. “Then spoil me tonight.”
“I spoil you all the fucking time.”
“Because you love me,” she gushed.
“You’re fucking right I do,” I winked. I gestured for the waitress to come over—a cute little copper kobold dressed in a starry wizard’s cap and stereotypical matching robes. She had a sleek black wand capped with red in her hand, and there was something golden dangling from its base, too. Some kind of token or sign, perhaps.
“May I help you, sir?”
“Conjure us up your finest attempt at High Elven bubbly wine— bloodberry flavored.”
“I love bloodberries!”
“I know you do,” I said. “That’s why I’m ordering it.”
“You know me so well, baby!”
The kobold looked as though she were fighting back the urge to vomit. She just nodded, pulled out her wand, and uttered a few magic words. With a careful, practiced flick of her wrist, two glass goblets full of the Elven drink appeared right in front of us, the liquid in it red as blood.
“Thank you,” I said, eyeing the drinks eagerly.
“Can we get some, like, little fucking umbrellas?”
“This isn’t that kind of drink,” I pointed out. “Those are for Sun Elf cocktails.”
“Umbrellas are no problem, sir,” the kobold said, watching us suddenly with great concentration.
“Sure,” I shrugged with a smirk, “give her an umbrella then. Mine is fine.”
“I want matching umbrellas,” Imara pouted. “We have to take a selfie with our drinks. It’s going to say #truelove #alonetime #abouttofuck.”
“Let’s leave a bit of mystery to our relationship for the general public. By the way, who are you sharing these photos with, anyway?”
“Oh, I have 19,873 followers on Crystalgram! I post all my photos there!”
I cringed, thinking of a few I’d helped her snap in the throes of passion a few nights before. “Not literally all of them, I hope.”
She giggled and swatted my arm playfully as she started sipping her drink. “Ohh, this isn’t bad. Try it!”
I did—she was right. It wasn’t bad. It couldn’t pass as the real deal in a blind test, but for conjured consumables, it was damned decent.
She pulled out her phone, thumbed a few things, and showed me her Crystalgram profile. “See! Look! Ohh, more than 20k followers now!”
