Draconess

Uleya’s POV

I find a group of girls who wear the most expensive and luxury silks, wrapped around their freshly washed naked bodies. They are preparing to hike out into the forest.

I made friends with one of them, a tall thin woman called Jinny, who had her silver hair tightly braided back for the expedition ahead, “The wolves came to us, Uleya, they pleasured us, and we begged them to stay…but… they asked us to meet them half way,” she admits, her eyes full of stars as she recounts their encounter with the pack of Lycans at the whore house.

“…what did they want?” I ask.

“Onyx said to come to them, into the forest, into their natural habitat,” Jinny whispers the last two words with lust, biting her lip.

I immediately smell a rat with that, however.

The Lycan’s natural habitat wasn’t the forest like the wild wolves. Their natural habitat was a demon’s habitat, namely Hemon; Hell.

“Are you a travelling woman?” Jinny asks me, politely, curious if I was a prostitute. I assume she thought so, by the dress I stole from the palace laundry. I was dressed in a basic light green day dress, but I had no under clothes, so you could see down the deep valley of my breasts. I didn’t mean to give off a whore’s look, but here I am with a bunch of city whores anyway, eager to follow them to find the Lycans.

It wasn’t hard to find them when they were the talk of the town after coupling with the new demons.

I shrug at Jinny’s question and smile. She smiles back, reaching for one of the three necklaces she has around her throat, she takes off the thin leather strap with a moon pendant, shaped from a ruby red gem. It was like a red eye… or a blood red moon. She puts it over my neck, and the red compliments the pastel green.

“What’s that for? Thank you,” I don’t know what else to say, but Jinny just puts her soft hand to my cheek and then takes it away, as if to say she’s welcomed me into the group.

Without another word she gracefully turns to face the others, who have adorned themselves in their most provocative outfits, like barely anything, really. All the material is thin or see through, with all their jewelry they could possibly obtain, hanging off every limb and bend in their body.

Somehow, they have horses lined up for every girl.

Well everyone but me, since I’m unexpected.

The horses were tied up out near the forest line, guarded by a few soldiers who had delivered them for our adventure.

I run up to Jinny as she checks on her seven friends, asking if anyone needs water or anything like that before they head off.

“Who will I ride with?” I ask her, worried.

She turns from me as if she hasn’t heard me.

When her head moves, however, I now see her green eyes have hazed over to a strange colorless grey in the fading twilight.

There is silence between the women as they move to their horses, jumping on bare back and taking off one by one down into the forest trail.

I have stood back to watch nervously, and I noticed as each girl swings up onto the horse with the help of the guards, I have seen that all their eyes have the same cursed grey look.

That’s not the only thing I see.

On the backs of their thighs or butt cheeks – I just happened to focus on the obvious red marks, as if they’d been bitten.

Marks?

“Hey, w-wait,” I reach for Jinny, who is last to mount her horse, “Jinny, wait!”

She kicks off.

None stop for me.

I run onto the trail, suddenly desperate to keep up.

“WAIT!” I yell again, sprinting while holding up my skirts.

My heart beats so fast, I become breathless quickly as I try to follow where they ride, but obviously I can’t run to keep up with horses.

Gasping for breath, I trip over my dress in my exhaustion and I land on my hands and knees, sitting back with my butt on my heels, staring into the dark trail of the Shadow Green.

Night encroaches around me, like a cool embrace of pity. Only the moon shines down on me with a message… follow your heart, as every moon priestess does not stray from the path of their deepest emotion.

However, I don’t know what to do. At this rate, I’d lose my chance to speak with Onyx, before he chose another woman over me… my heart can’t take the thought of being replaced or forgotten. He needed to see me again and realise what he was missing out on.

Our connection was closer than the others! I just knew it in my soul!

But I couldn’t fly like a Draconess and I owned no horse…

Uh... hang on a minute…

I tentatively place my hand to my chest and I try to hide my shame as I call to a maybe-ally.

The reason I wasn’t in the dungeon was… well… Asmodeus.

“Please help me now, Asmodeus!” I call his name into the dark trail, and I feel my blood heat and my stomach turn.

Imagine lust that a Lycan could invoke but it was multiplied by a hundred-fold – it made you sick and violently fevered.

I groan as I try not to throw up with the sudden heat I feel creeping up my neck, heating up my organs, I feel like I’m being cooked alive for the moment that his demonic magic surges all around me.

Through the shadows ahead of me, the Prince of Hell, the Prince of Lust and the only centaur who lived on earth, walks forward onto the trail at my summoning.

You can barely make out As’ edges, his deep midnight blackness is like a shadow itself while his eyes shine red like the necklace I wear.

Asmodeus is keeping his distance, not wanting the effects to overwhelm me further when they start to fade.

“I need your help again, As…. I need to get to him,” I whisper up at the demon from my knees, “Take me to the Lycans, please, As. I have no horse. I swear the feeling I have is beyond lust, it is from a place of deepest love. I must find out where Onyx’s heart lies,” when it is safe to do so, Asmodeus finally trots forward toward me, and I feel well enough to stand to greet him, as he stands off to the side and looks me over with what I presume to be pity, but quickly turns to something demonic and sharply critical, “What, are you judging me now?” I whisper to him, blushing.

“I told you to repent,” Asmodeus speaks softly, “What are you doing, Uleya…?”

“Did you not tell Auguzt I must choose at my own free will. This. Is. My. Choice,” I look at his eyes with all the honest truth I can muster, “Can’t you see it in my eyes?”

Asmodeus gulps and his eyes harden, “Uleya… love for a demon… it will consume you. And that fool won’t tie himself to you.”

“I believe he is my mate,” I explain, more robust in my tone, more firm, not so scared, “I know it. We share a connection forged through something other. I might not know… if Onyx agrees… but the feelings I have must be answered. Even if the rejection might kill me. Even if he left me when you threatened him last night.”

“I am ranked above, in blood and standing with Lucifer, he had to obey me,” Asmodeus explains.

“Oh, I didn’t know that! Thank goodness, so he may indeed love me,” I sigh with instant relief, “But, As, I only seek the answer to my question. Help me get that answer, I’m just asking for a ride on your back.”

“To be faster than the whores sent to Onyx?” Asmodeus asks me carefully, testing my response when he mentions the whores that Onyx has already moved onto, while I was professing my love. I purse my lips and I nod, while Asmodeus leans down to me, as far as he can, while still above, he explains, “Demons love only twice.”

“…only twice…?” I repeat, raising a brow.

“It is the same for all who burn below,” Asmodeus’ eyes fill with anger as he tells me, “…the first love they meet when demons are very young… that first and gentle love does not feel great to a demon. All first loves suffer death, usually accidental, but the stories I hear are all the same. It is the second love a demon meets that will live to mate… but never the first,” I lick my lips, as I take Asmodeus’ words with finality. But even so, my feelings are the same, “Do you still believe, Uleya? Careful how you reason with what I’ve admitted to you,” As asks me to be cautious.

“I am… sure… I am his first love,” I admit.

“Then I can provide protection, as I can kill Onyx,” Asmodeus immediately interjects, “I will guard you, so you may live. If he comes around, I can take his spine out. That is how you live safely, Uleya. Allow me.”

“But my free will, says to find him,” I snap a little, “But,” I hold up a hand, and I place it boldly to Asmodeus’ flank, in a gesture of a handshake, I feel his demonic power ripple through my arm and I pat him across, as I ask him, “Can we make a deal, Prince of Lust?” Asmodeus’ whole flank ripples twice with irritation that I’d dare breach this friendship between us. Chyronex would have him split in two if he did not provide protection. But this was still protection… this simple idea I had, “How do I pay you for a promise, for anything that I desire?”

“Only in blood,” Asmodeus murmurs with apprehension, I know sex is another option, but that is a line he won’t cross, and it’s not what I was thinking anyway.

“If I am to die, will you take it as a sacrifice?” I ask him, raising a brow, “To you –” I gasp when Asmodeus raises a hand and he looks like he’s going to slap me, but he barely holds himself back at the last second, moving back from me a few paces before he does strike. Meanwhile, I also stumble back my own way before he can decide to hit me.

“Finish it, if you dare it,” Asmodeus snarls this low at me, as he paces back and forth, “What do you want if you die, you fool Uleya.”

“I want you to guarantee that if Onyx kills me, I will live again,” I speak as fluently and clearly as I can, “But not anytime soon… I have a plan. I want you to guarantee I will rise back up into the living – only after the bond has formed between my Lycan and his second mate,” I see Asmodeus looks a little impressed that I came up with a way to beat a darker destiny, “Can you not see the genius of this plan, the power of his first love will be greater than his second… after all, you’re telling me if I go to him, it’ll get me killed… that in itself is extraordinary power, uncontrolled passion – uh, what are you smiling at?”

Asmodeus is smirking and looking into the distance, “…you’ve actually lost your damn mind, Uleya… a true possession has overtaken you if you speak of your life like it only matters to serve that beast, which I can kill for you…”

“You can do it?” I ask, ignoring his offer to slaughter the Lycan.

“I can,” Asmodeus looks at me now.

“Great, let’s deal,” I bite my lip, hoping we can leave it at that.

“There is a matter of my price,” Asmodeus continues, “To die for me, you’ll be bound to me, more than him, not through love but direction. I will control you, Uleya, anything I say, you will obey. Not on free will. That is what I ask for. You’ll be mine.”

“I thought you just wanted blood,” I say through grit teeth.

“The price increased when you asked for resurrection,” Asmodeus really hopes I don’t deal on this, “Use anything but your feelings, when you answer me. An ‘I will’, is all I need to seal it. Say ‘you don’t agree’, and I’ll still take you to your Lycan to die, but you’ll be free to rise to heaven.”

“So either way you are taking me to Onyx?” I ask, astounded by his generosity.

“This choice you have to make now comes down to your trust in this demon… do you trust him to keep you alive… or do you believe me, a Prince of Hell, who is telling you every demon kills their first love.”

“If I foolishly believe I will live, if I do die from a fool’s hope, I will never be able to… to hold him,” I know I sound crazy, but I am lost beyond all hope, “I believe in your wisdom Asmodeus, so I choose to deal. I will. Give you. My free will. I will. I will.”

“The contract is for eternity, you’ll never be free of my eyes,” Asmodeus mentions, “But the deal is now on. I can promise from my own standing. Even with your blood, soul and will in my possession… I will still protect you, from yourself if need be.”

Asmodeus’ eyes flash with red hellish satisfaction, that I have fallen for his word.

He will probably keep me from Onyx anyway, even when he does fulfil the promise to resurrect me in future.

I’ve already thought of a solution, however. When I get Onyx back in my possession, I know what I’ll do then.

I’ll ask Onyx, who will choose me one day, to kill Asmodeus. To free me of him.

I would do this not because I was evil but because it was just business with a demon who could have done me a favor but chose to keep the price high.

Asmodeus might think he has fooled a little girl, but my heart will get what it deserves. He will not stop me.

The price of finding freedom would also be high one day; the day Onyx would be mine.

“Take my hand,” Asmodeus comes forward and offers me his palm. Before I take his hand however, I strip off the heavy dress, until all I wear is the red moon necklace. I take the centaur’s strong hand and he helps me onto the back of his hide. As he runs with his charged speed, I feel his demonic power is smooth and perfectly dark. He had no conscious or morals. His kindness to me was purely out of loyalty to my mother… my… oh, I may hurt her but…

She may not be blood, but I would also miss Chyronex… and I already felt guilty, but it did not override my desire to be with Onyx.

I focus on my Lycan, his pack and the whores that will be entertaining them in the forest soon, if we do not arrive quickly.

Asmodeus moves through the shadows, and literally trots into the Lycan’s camp a few moments later. As he slows the wind pushes my hair off my shoulders, as it flies over my back.

The Lycans are here… so is Onyx.

I look at him, in his handsome mortal form before the red flames of the fire... when he sees sitting on the centaur, back straight and my body naked, I see the fire burning in his young eyes instantly…

Onyx was hungry for me already.

And I was starving for him.

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Onyx’s POV

The pack and I had set up a camp to entertain our whores, with a large bonfire, which I used black magic to build high with red flames.

We had chosen a spot near a running river, some of us wanted to fuck in the water.

The scents of the forest made me so excited to be up here where mortals roamed. There was so much life up here.

The whores had arrived through the open field and were tying their horses to the trees.

We had marked them to come to us and fuck to the bitter-sweet end.

We wanted to test our limits.

We were all young and alive and free with desire. Tonight was going to be a hell of a lot of fun.

However, my night is interrupted as a scent filled with purest desire, floods up my sensitive nose. Want like no other. I can taste the submission on this scent. A perfect kind of submission.

I turn with curious eyes toward the rose who had entered the camp mysteriously.

Just as I’m throwing another log into the fire, I turn to see the new comers.

A giant shadow had blocked out the moon. The shadow of the same centaur who held a sword to my throat. He now stands beside the fire and his rank in hell sucks the light into his voided aura. All light swirls toward him.

I keep in my fear at his power, he was centuries older than me… Asmodeus. I knew to respect him.

He trots forward with no weapon, but his flank turns and I see who is on his back.

Uleya.

She sits high like a naked goddess, with green eyes and long blonde hair swaying back in the strong breeze of Asmodeus’ demonic power, she wears a red moon necklace and her bare feet slip off the side of the centaur.

This beauty had been taken from me but is now delivered to me by the Prince of Lust.

Asmodeus looks rather smug by the shock and worry on my face.

But I don’t care that I look confused.

Uleya… her soul emits one strong powerful pull toward me – she needs me.

Her desire was not only lust, it was a deep instinctual knowing of something greater. Something even I didn’t understand as it was feminine and dangerous… dangerous to someone like me.

I didn’t mark her yesterday but she got here first, standing on the grass now and lit by the red flames, her eyes refuse to back down from mine.

My pack are silent around me, spellbound with me.

I am in my mortal form, I had wanted to start the night slow with the whores, and escalate it later by turning into the beast after the fun had started.

Uleya inhales deeply and strides toward me with her chin raised higher.

She puts her hand far too boldly onto my chest, to feel right over my heart.

It’s beating erratically, and her hand touching me without my direct permission, scares me.

I jerk back from her hand.

“Careful, bitch, what do you want?” I snarl at her, looking pissed, hoping that makes Uleya scared or angry, because I did not like this feeling growing in the pit of my soul.

I was used to sweet girls, bent over girls, open and hungry girls… I had never met a powerful woman like her, someone who wanted to stare at my fucking insides with that confident look in her eye.

She was a true bewitcher.

Uleya steps forward again to close the distance.

She doesn’t touch me.

She just stares.

I feel… violated by the feeling between us.

“Onyx, I love you,” her words send daggers right through my gut, “We are mates. I know it. Do you?”

I wince with that word, mates… I had barely thought about the concept, but it reminds me of the mother I never knew, who died… after giving birth to us, she was the only person I never knew, who had been a mate to a Lycan.

I had raw feelings about it, to say the least.

“Say something,” Uleya asks, “Do you feel me?”

The whole pack is watching me as I now shift into my Lycan, to gain all my height and demonic strength to deal with this little bitch.

I now look down on her as I stalk around her.

“You disrespect me,” I snarl, “I feel your arrogance, bitch. Tell me plainly, what is this power you’re trying to attack me with? Were you sent here to curse me?”

“This is not an attack, you silly wolf,” Uleya laughs at me, looking over her shoulder, her eyes are soft with her love, blooming brighter as she takes in my rising shaft… I can’t stop it.

She loves this too. My response.

She’s not just mad, she’s in love with my rage.

With… me?

“What do you want me to do, beast? I’ll do anything for you,” Uleya whispers, reaching for me, she curls her fingers around my hard cock, pulling it into her chest, stopping me from pacing and digging my claws into the soft soil beneath me, “Can you acknowledge this love between us?”

“I want you to shut the fuck up,” I lean down to whisper into her ear, “Stop telling me what to do, bitch.”

“I’m asking you what you feel,” Uleya dares to stroke my shaft, kissing it, ignoring every warning I’ve given her.

But what is she doing now? No one kissed it.

I put my claws on her shoulder and push her back, “Stop it, please,” I almost beg, as my heart beats so fast, it is terrifying – and I have never felt terrified.

Uleya nods and drops to her knees now and folds her hands on her lap, bowing her head.

“Onyx, I will serve you forever. I will obey your heart. I just want you to know, that I acknowledge we are first mates. I am here forever. Do with me as you wish. Even if it’s… bad. Do what your heart tells you to do.”

She speaks like she’s entranced and when I look to Asmodeus for help, he is simply standing there watching me.

I am also rather entranced… and panicked, but once again, I don’t know why and my only answer is; this is a trap.

Chyronex.

That bitch must have cursed me to love her daughter.

She was smart.

But I was smarter.

“You won’t catch me like that,” I laugh now, demonically, as I walk around her again, slowly leaning down, “And I’m rather hungry anyway.”

I snap my fangs together near her head, snarling a promise of death.

Uleya looks up, suddenly terrified.

She panics also, as she jumps to her feet, turns and tries to run.

Meanwhile Asmodeus is watching as I run after her, aiming to either scare her off or kill her, but she tries to duck and twist in circles – she turns into me while my claws are extended.

By a combination of accident and coincidence, somehow my claw collides with her quick twisting body.

We meet in the middle, our movements bringing us together in a dance of tragedy.

I didn’t even feel it, it happened so fast, when my claw slit her throat, unintentionally.

I step back slowly and morbidly.

I watch as she falls, blood gushing, her head laid to the side… her green eyes… staring up at me.

My shock turns to heart ache. Am I cursed anyway? I almost want to puke, and I shift involuntarily to my mortal form, feeling dizzy.

“I just wanted her to run away, to go away,” I whisper with a husky growl, reporting to Asmodeus, “…she…” I look at the blood covering my hand and it… it is the first-time blood sickens me. I can’t look at her, as I ask the Prince of Lust, “Take her the fuck away from me.”

“She hasn’t even finished bleeding out yet,” Asmodeus chuckles, “Don’t you want to look at her before she dies?”

I sneer with my teeth as I step over her dying body and walk away.

Yes.

I am uncaring and cruel – these are actions I choose that will not faze me, or at least… haven’t in the past. But my callousness as I dismiss her in her last seconds of life, causes my heart to tear and rip, throb and… scream within me.

What have I done…?

“It must be a painful thing, to have a mortal soul inside that beast’s body,” Asmodeus’ mocks me as he moves to scoop up the dead girl.

I look to my pack, who are waiting by the fire, with whores already on their laps.

When I turn around, the centaur and Uleya’s corpse are gone.

I groan as I turn to my pack with a warning, “We will not be on peaceful terms up here anymore, tonight we fuck, eat and return to hell,” I snarl the order, “I will not fight a war over that princess.”

“Wasn’t she a witch?” Magnos asks me, “I don’t think she was a princess...”

“Whatever she is, was,” I snarl to him, as I shift back to my beast, stealing the girl kneeling at his cock, I direct her head to my balls, “Find another whore,” I snap at Magnos, who obeys by stepping to the side.

I look down at the replacement, who had black hair and blue eyes.

Finally, a much needed distraction.

From whatever the hell just happened before.

I’d have to ask the devil for his take, why on Earth women like that existed.

The ones who had the power of goddesses. Mortals, at that.

I’d find out tomorrow, with relief, that those women were not common.

In my destiny I’d only ever meet one woman like that again.

I requested more, begged, a delay of three thousand years before I encountered another goddess like that.

Hopefully, by then, I would have the means to ruin her – before she ruined me.

That bitch had murdered my heart.

I had almost become a different thing entirely that night Uleya died.

But it had gifted me with the knowledge that love was far, far more powerful than violence, sacrifice and death. Love was the ultimate curse for a demon.

It made me realise – stay away from the light. Stay in hell. Stay in the dark. Obey the devil. Stay away from angels. And don’t underestimate a woman’s need, don’t ever feel open to that bewitchment.

I was sure now I had found the ultimate weapon. It was one weapon that could kill me if I was ever to die.

It would be true love.

It had been true love. I already dread the time I will feel it again.

It did not obey time or logic or heel to other hungers or lusts.

It stood above it, like a promise greater than death and sacrifice.

Asmodeus was right, being half mortal was very painful… but my solution was simple.

I’d embrace the beast.

My greatest defense against love lay in my Lycan.

The Lycan was pure power, pure masculine strength and speed, it gave me a clear head, a safe path and a sure future.

Vulnerability, on the other hand, was a bitch – literally.