First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 1108: I Like Your Face

It took next to no time for Abaddon and Zahara to reach the cave where Ayaana was resting.

In the brief moments before they laid eyes on her, both dragons felt like their hearts were on the verge of failing from being overworked.

The entire day, they had enjoyed their fun together, but they were always aware of the fact that something was missing.

They enjoyed themselves like a loving couple would, but at the end of the day, they were a throuple. They needed Ayaana to feel whole.

When the three were together, there was a natural frequency shared among them that made their very connection to each other feel tangible.

It was more than lust, more than love. They were made for each other.

Zahara might not have known what it was like to love Ayaana personally, but she had enough memories of it to last a lifetime.

She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have that woman around again. She thought she might physically combust from her wild, overactive imagination.

When Abaddon and Zahara stepped into the cavern, they rushed from the portal and ran straight to where they left Ayaana last.

Or at least they attempted to.

They inadvertently ran smack into the largest egg either of them had ever laid eyes on. The material was so hard that they literally bounced off it like plastic balls on concrete.

“Umm… was this here when you left?” Abaddon rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“N-No..” Zahara shook her head. “M-Maybe they got cold..?”

Rumble!

Suddenly, cracks began to spread along the massive eggshell.

Light poured out from the egg and lit up every single dark corner of the cavern.

As more and more chunks fell away, Abaddon and Zahara had to cover themselves to avoid getting crushed.

When the last of the shell fell away, a large dragon was revealed.

For a second, Abaddon and Ayaana thought the room was still bright.

Their white scales were so radiant that they were literally blinding to look at.

They shone with a slight iridescent tint that made them look like a living rainbow. Abaddon had scarcely ever seen something so beautiful in his entire life.

She possessed a long, slender body like a serpent, with two enormous wings that were so large they filled up all of the empty space in the cavern.

Sharp, gold spines ran up the length of her back all the way to her head, where she developed an additional set of golden horns behind the black pair they already possessed.

A minuscule amount of feathers was present on their imposing, scaled wings. But what was there was black and white in color.

Their eyes were ever-shifting jewels. Zahara tried many times to memorize the color, but she couldn’t. They changed too frequently for her to cement it in her mind.

The dragon turned it’s head to the sky. Abaddon grabbed Zahara by the waist and pulled her in close before wrapping a barrier around them.

The roar that shook the cavern was unthinkable. Immeasurable.

It turned an underground palace of stone and magic into a bed of pebbles within a single breath.

Everything was gone so quickly.

The cavern underground wasn’t small. You could easily fit New York inside of it if you were motivated to do so.

And yet, Ayaana’s mere voice crushed hundreds of miles of floor, ceiling, and even the crystal beds that were strengthened from them repeatedly spilling their essence in this place.

Abaddon was entranced.

He barely noticed it when Zahara tugged on his shirt to get his attention.

“Umm… you know you didn’t have to grab me, right..? I would have been fine on my own…”

Abaddon had forgotten that. He had just moved without thinking.

“But thank you anyway.” Zahara kissed his cheek.

“…” Abaddon thought his wife was right about him. He really was simple.

As quickly as the white dragon appeared, she vanished.

In her place, she left behind a much more diminutive feminine figure.

Abaddon and Zahara felt their jaws fall open.

Zahara hadn’t necessarily changed drastically, but what was new was indisputably dynamic.

Her features had become sharper, her eyelashes thicker, and her figure slimmer. Her abs were deep and defined trenches more iconic than the Grand Canyon.

For some reason, the lids of her eyes had become a glittery purple color.

Her eyes were infernal. A bright orange and a splendid gold clashed together in splendid harmony.

Abaddon thought he would lose his mind if that woman looked at him for too long. Zahara believed she would faint.

Her short hair had gained an abundance of more defined curls, making it seem puffy and white like a cloud.

They couldn’t take their eyes off her if they tried. She was unspoiled perfection.

…And then she suddenly plummeted out of the air and landed face-first into the rubble.

The spell over Abaddon and Zahara was instantly broken, and they rushed to her side in a panic.

“B-Babe!”

“Are you alright?!”

They delicately rolled her onto her back and heard her letting out a contented groan.

As soon as they came close to her, they almost fell flat on their faces as well.

She smelled so good.

Her body’s scent flooded their nostrils like an uncontrolled, rapid, and filled their brains with nothing but thoughts of her.

It didn’t help that she had emerged from the cocoon as bare as the day she was born. Abaddon and Zahara were reaching critical, unbridled, unreasonable levels of horniness.

“No, no, don’t lift me…” Ayaana whined with her eyes still shut. “This is… so nice. I needed this so bad.”

Blood rocketed out of Abaddon and Zahara’s nose like a crushed ketchup packet.

They weren’t sure if Ayaana was trying to sound so suggestive on purpose, but whatever she had going on really wasn’t helping their condition.

“Love, w-we should… really get you in a bed.” Zahara said gently.

Ayaana finally cracked her eyes open and stared up at the two attractive faces looming above her.

A lifetime worth of memories bubbled to the surface as she stared at them. It helped to wake her up and give her a better sense of where she was and who she was.

“Oh… hello.”

Zahara and Abaddon were surprised by her casual greeting, but really, they should have expected it from her.

How else are you to introduce yourself to people you’re married to, but don’t have any actual memories of being with them?

It was as awkward as any other first meeting.

“How do you feel…? Discombobulated?” Zahara asked.

“That’s… one word for it.” Ayaana agreed. “I think that I mostly just want to lie here for right now. My mind feels so heavy…”

If someone could see the world through Ayaana’s eyes, they would know exactly why she felt that way.

Her vision was filled with intangible white threads connected to every grain of sand, every drop of water, and even the occasional gust of wind.

Numbers flashed next to the threads. Indicating the likelihood of any chance scenario taking place, but also empirical probabilities, subjective probabilities, and axiomatic probabilities.

What she was seeing were the chances that existed as is. But if she interfered with them, she could make those chances exponentially greater, or almost nonexistent.

Ayaana’s ability was not necessarily unique to her. Even she had seen many would-be challengers who manipulated the scales of chance and probability.

But it was the sheer scale of her ability that made her head and shoulders above the rest.

She was not even Possibility’s full inheritor yet, and if she wanted to, she could drastically offer the events of 1,000 different universes all at the exact same time whenever she felt like it.

And as an Absolute, the changes she made would be permanent and irreversible by all but her.

Her brain was a thing to marvel at and fear. A blessing and a burden that she could not turn off.

It was no wonder all she felt like doing was lying down and resting.

“I-It’s your eyes, right?” Zahara realized. “Here..”

She took her wife’s hand in her own and brought the center of her palm up to her lips.

She kissed her hand gently and released her just as quickly.

Ayaana was curious at first, but then her world started to brighten up. The numbers flashing within her retina had started to fade slightly.

“..What did you do to me..?” Ayaana was bewildered.

Zahara smiled.

“Sometimes we get so focused on the chances in life that we forget to enjoy life itself. I just thought you could use a little pick-me-up…”

Ayaana knew she had been given more than a pick-me-up. Her entire living experience had been heightened.

The ground underneath her was softer. The cold moonlight on her skin felt chilling, yet invigorating.

She grabbed a mound of dirt with her fist and brought it up to her nose.

The deep, earthy notes were slightly sweet and intoxicating. Ayaana could lie here and sniff the ground for days, and she would be content.

But then her eyes suddenly caught sight of the man staring at her affectionately, and she hugged him without understanding why.

When their skin connected, a tear ran from her eye as his warmth was transferred to her. It was a sensation that felt so deeply soothing and familiar she couldn’t believe that her brain had ever grayed it out.

“U-Um..!”

Ayaana looked at Zahara and found her holding out her arms awkwardly.

“S-So… what do you think..? About me, I mean. Our husband seemed to like it, but some of the others said I looked a little young, and now I’m just curious if you also thought that-”

“You look a bit slutty.” Ayaana answered.

“….oh.” Zahara deflated like a popped balloon.

Ayaana slipped out of Abaddon’s grip and wormed her way beside Zahara.

Her forked tongue slipped past her lips and licked Zahara’s face from the base of her chin to the top of her ear. Making her turn bright red.

“I like sluts~”

Zahara, understandably, collapsed instantly.

Me too girl, me too