Dragon 7 Chapter 31 (Patreon)

Our time on the yacht together had definitely been an afternoon to remember.

Sabrina had joined our group at one point, and I’d learned the dehydration dangers of mixing a succubus with a gaggle of nymphs.Summer had only teased me; I knew she was the kind of proud woman to want her own time.

When I’d finally been worn out, we cuddled up in the back of the yacht and watched the sunset. My heart had never been so full.I looked around as we docked back at the Scalewright’s private slip, noticing that Sabrina was missing from the group disembarking.

Frowning, I headed back into the inside of the boat. “Sabrina?” I called.

“Here,” she called back, but her voice sounded weak.

I ducked into one of the bedrooms to find Sabrina sitting on the bed. Her skin was still pink, with horns curling out from her head and that mischievous tail of hers sagged on the bed. Her succubus nature was still out in full force as she held something in her hands.

“Everything okay?”

She opened her hands to show her glasses. They were cracked, the frame warped. “They can’t keep my succubus nature sealed away anymore.”

I glanced at the frames once more and then sat down next to her. She clearly was struggling with conflicted feelings about her nature, and magic seemed important to her.

“We’ll make new ones,” I offered.

“We can’t,” she said, sounding forlorn. “Sir Benifolt and I have discussed this extensively. I even asked your father when I worked on his crystal.”

“Okay.” I was patient with her, but I wanted to help. “Explain it to me like I know just as much about this as explosive mana discharge from a big enchantment.”

She smirked. “I saw the aftermath. Idiot.” She obviously knew what had happened at a glance.

“Hey, that spear hurts a lot. I just reacted. But we aren’t talking about me. We are talking about your succubus nature.” I grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

She hung her head. “What do you know about Hell?”

“Next to nothing.” I smiled. “I know that’s where you are from, and there are dangerous things down there, maybe another titan.”

Sabrina nodded along with me. “It would make sense, if that’s how the other alternate planes formed. But I don’t think it’s active if it is alive.” She let out a heavy breath. “I’m just a lower order succubus.” She glanced at me, trying to read my face.

I only smiled. “So? You are Sabrina. That’s what really matters to me. Besides, I bet you could kick a lot of other ‘lower order’ demon asses.”

She let out a little laugh. “Of course you wouldn’t care. But it matters in Hell. Names aren’t all that matters. The rank of a demon defines them.”

That sounded more than just a naming system.

“Then how do we fix it?” I asked, desperately wanting something I could do to help her.

“You don’t ‘fix’ it. I have to go kill a higher order demon and collect their essence to raise my order. If I don’t, I’ll always be a lower order succubus. Which means my nature will take over. I’ll lose my higher intelligence, and I’ll become a slave to lust as much as I feed on it.” She frowned at her glasses, letting out a grunt of frustration. “These glasses fixed it. They suppressed my nature and let me escape… for a while.”

I nodded, starting to follow. “So, we go to Hell, kill some bitches, take their essence, and rank you up to…?”

“There are seven orders of demons. Lesser is the lowest. The higher you go, the less your nature pulls on your mind,” she explained. “It’s the same with angels. They just feed a bit differently.”

I shrugged. “Okay, so you go down to Hell with the big bad Dragon King, and I’ll kill some of the big ones. You take their essence and presto chango, you get to stay as my Sabrina. I mean, I wouldn’t mind going down to Hell and ensuring that Beelzebub gets a lesson in why he shouldn’t fuck with me. If we kill him and you take his essence, does that take care of it for good?”

Really, I’d love a good excuse to go kill the demonic prince for what he did in Philly. Though we ended everything with the bloodlord, it didn’t sit right with me that Beelzebub got away with just a smack on the wrists.

Sabrina gasped, and slammed her hand over my mouth, looking around the empty space like it was bugged. “You can’t say that!” Her eyes were wide, but then she took a deep breath and settled down. My beautiful succubus had gotten worked up.

“Zach, you don’t just go down to Hell and kill a demon prince.” She finally sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Pretty sure, as the Dragon King, I get to do whatever the fuck I want. Perks of the job.” I wrapped her in a hug. There was no way I’d let her lose herself.

The second my arms closed around her, she wilted, tears streaming down her face as she gasped for air between sobs.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” I held her tighter.

“No. They are happy tears.” She sniffled. “I’ve been here resigning myself to my fate, convincing myself I should sneak off so that I don’t become a burden.”

“Oh, well that would be stupid indeed. I’d just hunt you down. You should have seen it when Morgana tried to sneak off. I made a whole mess of Switzerland, nearly destroyed Sentarshaden, and almost exposed the entire paranormal community to get her back. Big mess. Zero out of ten, would not recommend one of my mates trying to run away again. Never run from a dragon.” I squeezed her tightly and breathed in her spicy scent.

“Anything else I need to know?” I pulled back and stared into her eyes, the gold flecks brighter than ever. The dragon part of me loved them. They were mine.

My dragon nature dared her to try to run away from me. The predator would track her immediately.

“What about everything else here?” she asked, waving around at the room, but I knew she meant so much more.

I nodded along with her question. “We have some things to work on. How long can this wait?”

She sniffed. “I’ll be fine for a few weeks. You’ll probably start to notice me changing after a month or so.”

“Great. Give me two weeks to start wrapping up things. We’ll plan for a trip to Hell, I’ll kill Beelzebub. We’ll stuff you full of his essence and make sure you stay my lovely Sabrina. Then I’ll bring you back, stuff you with some little whelps that you can teach magic to for the rest of our lives, and we’ll be set.” I smiled at her.

She shook her head, but she didn’t say no. She didn’t believe it, but I’d done crazier things for those I loved. I would move mountains. Hell, I’d move entire planes if that’s what it took to help my mates.

“Fine. But we’ll have to cover a lot of material before you can go diving into Hell. And the others will want to find their own roles in the fight.” She warned me.

“Deal. Now, time to rejoin the others.” I scooped my succubus up into a princess carry. “If we take too long, they are going to worry, and then you’ll have a fussing Jadelyn on your hands.”

Even Sabrina groaned at the thought of Jadelyn fussing over her. The woman could practically smother a person in hospitality when she thought it was needed.

I carried Sabrina out off the yacht, finding the rest of my women had stopped and were talking on the dock.

“Oh good. There he is.” Jadelyn waved at me. “We need another portal, husband. Ikta says she’s too pent up from having to watch us all to focus on a portal.”

Ikta wiggled her fingers at me with a smile.

The two of them seemed to be on better terms. I’d have to ask about that later. I knew for a fact she could make another portal, but I didn’t push it. They were right; I needed to practice my magic more.

“So this is how it is now,” I sighed like they were placing a huge burden on me, but it was just for show.

Glancing over at the building behind them, I made sure no prying eyes would be able to see what I was about to do. Using the arch nearby, I thought about the kitchen archway and the two images locked together as a portal sprang to life.

A few ladies moved towards it, but I leapt through first, Sabrina still in my arms.

There was a pause when I got to the other side. I turned, expecting that all the other women would be filing in behind us. Morgana picked up a stone, throwing it through before she stepped through, the others following swiftly after her.

“You do have a tendency to close it after you step through.” Morgana gave me a wry smile.

I rolled my eyes. So little faith.

The group scattered as soon as they entered the manor.

“What happened to your parents?” I asked Jadelyn.

“Huh?” She blinked and looked back as the portal closed. “They’ll be fine. Pretty sure they are still on the boat. Best they don’t come out until someone cleans up that deck anyway.”

“The chocolate thing was so good though,” one of the nymphs insisted.

Sabrina frowned at me. “Did you like the chocolate sauce?”

“I loved every minute of this afternoon,” I answered correctly and made a few of the nymphs chuckle.

The reminder of the chocolate did make me feel rather dirty. Smiling, I headed towards the shower, still carrying Sabrina. I could see she was trying to predict where we were going to end up, but she didn’t say anything as I walked into our palatial baths.

The nymphs had done their best to lick all the chocolate off of me, but I was still feeling a little sticky.

It wasn’t until I turned the water on that Sabrina spoke up. “Are you going to hold onto me here too?”

“I could use a little help getting clean. It’s still a little sticky.” I smiled at her innocently, eying my member.

“Yes, asking a succubus to wash you down there is a great way to keep her from temptation.” She rolled her eyes and wiggled out of my grasp before reaching down between my legs and beginning to wash me.

I felt a little awkward. “You didn’t actually have to.”

“Yes, but it’s fun to tease you.” Her spaded tail flicked behind her. “And we should start tempering your mind against emotional manipulation magic.” Her cupid bow lips shifted into a frown.

“What?” I asked.

“Helena,” she grumbled. “We should ask her to help.”

“Ah.” The two of them were like oil and water, not because of the angel and succubus issue, but because they were so different. “Well, I can ask her for her help.”

“No. You are helping me go to Hell. I’ll ask her,” Sabrina sighed, her tone resigned. It sounded more like she’d offered to walk herself to the gallows. “Besides, she still hates you.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, working to school my face. Luckily, Sabrina wasn’t looking at me closely because I was an awful actor.

Rinsed off, I grabbed us a pair of towels and helped Sabrina get dry. I managed to resist her tempting, pink flesh, but it was hard. I knew she was doing the same based on the long looks she kept giving me.

“You are really sexually magnetic with your nature out,” I admitted halfway through.

“Just wait until I get the essence to become a demon princess. Then I could just drive you mad with a look until you satisfied me,” she teased, catching my chin with a nail and scraping me just a little.

“Oh. Round twenty-eight already?” Kelly asked as she walked in to take a shower, her tight cheerleading body on full display.

“No.” I cleared my throat. “Sabrina is just not suppressing her succubus right now.”

Kelly dunked her face under the spray of another shower head. “She’s totally hot. Like, I think I’m going to go in heat with her around, if I’m not already pregnant.”

“If that didn’t do it, I’m stumped.” I toweled my hair another time before pulling out a pair of shorts to wear around the house. But when I looked up, Kelly had the biggest grin ever. “Did it do it?”

“Maybe. I’m going to take another test after the shower. Still haven't had my period since we were at Summer’s.” Her smile never faltered.

I did the math quickly in my head. “That’s almost a month and a half.” The entire time she’d been eager to get pregnant and had taken every chance she could get.

Kelly’s head bobbed excitedly. “I know. The pregnancy tests don’t work great for some paranormals, and wolves are pretty irregular. Might need Trina to check me out. She might have a way to know for sure.”

If my luck panned out, I was about to get a lot of requests to sit down before they gave me news.

“Are you pregnant?” I asked Sabrina, just to check.

“No. I’d need to actively try,” she explained and walked out of the baths to find something to wear.

I wondered if she’d switch to skimpy clothes as her nature came out, or if she’d still wear baggy clothes that hid her curves.

A wet Kelly grabbed my arm and bounced on the balls of her feet after she came out of the shower. “Want to see the results with me?”

There wasn’t a way for me to say ‘no’ as she dragged me still dripping into the bathroom. Given the number of people we had in the house, there were well over a dozen vanities in the master bathroom and half a dozen water closets that each were their own little room with a toilet.

Kelly grabbed a box from under a sink and dashed into one of the little rooms.

Morgana was already there, leaning against the sink staring down at something. She didn’t even look up with Kelly’s antics.

“Everything okay, Morgana?” I asked the distracted vampire.

“Huh? What?” She startled and covered something in front of her. “Oh. Everything’s great. What are you doing in here?”

I hooked a thumb at the closed door. “Kelly wanted to do another pregnancy test. You were doing them before too, right?” I had an inkling of what she was just looking at in the sink.

Morgana recovered quickly. “Yes, partially just to beat Furball to the punch.”

“I heard that, Blueberry!” Kelly shouted from the other side of the door. “Just wait. This one is going to be it.”

“Well then, we just need to wait for her to finish peeing on a stick.” I hooked a supportive arm around Morgana’s waist. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of vampire pregnancies before.”

Morgana leaned her head on my shoulder, an oddly soft motion for her. “They happen rarely. Things can get complicated with the virus that makes us vampires.”

“How complicated are we talking?” I asked, curling my fingers possessively around her hips.

She just pursed her lips. “They rarely take. When they do, it’s always a vampire. Even then, they are a whole basket of trouble. Try teaching a one-year-old not to drain people dry.”

I frowned at her; she didn’t seem to have a very positive outlook on mothering. “Then why try?”

She looked at me, a small smile on her face. “Because I want a kid, even if it’s a bad idea. That and maybe a dragon will work. Maybe it’ll suck any mana from the virus and work.”

I rubbed at her stomach. “Then, we’ll just have to get you a baby dragon.”

Kelly burst out of the door, still naked, holding aloft a pregnancy test. “I’m pregnant! I’m gonna be a momma! So many pups.”

She bounced in place, her excitement fading slightly as she looked at the two of us. Her bouncing stopped and she studied Morgana for a moment before noticing the object in the sink.

Kelly moved faster than the vampire could react. “OH MY GOD.” Kelly held another test in her hand. “We are going to have twins!” She was just so excited, I couldn’t quite tell her.

“That’s not how twins work, Furball,” Morgana deadpanned. She had no issue popping Kelly’s bubble.

I knew Morgana was hesitant to be excited, but Kelly couldn’t be contained. Kelly was too excited for anything to get her down.

“We will raise them together! They’ll be born about the same time, so almost as good as twins. We need a new name for half-siblings born on the same day, because you know with this harem, it is going to happen at least once.”

I opened my arms. “Congratulations, both of you.”

Kelly bounded into my arms, wrapping her legs around me and kissing me repeatedly before pulling Morgana’s face over and kissing her too. “God damnit. Smile, woman.”

“I’m happy. Just hit with new worries.” Morgana pried Kelly off of her. “But yes, we are having a child.”

Kelly grabbed both of Morgana’s hands and swung her around as she danced and started to sing ‘babies’ on repeat.

Morgana grumbled, but I could tell she was cheering up. Kelly’s smile was infectious. “Babies,” Morgana whispered quietly to the same tune.

“Oh. Shit! Don’t drink any of your bloodwine, okay? Just. Don’t. It’s not a good idea. Uh… I need to be right back.” Kelly paused and held out her pinkie. “Truce until this whole pregnancy thing is over?”

“Truce.” Morgana hooked her pinkie with Kelly.

Kelly leaned around Morgana’s side. “Show me your other hand.”

“Are you two children?” I shook my head. “The manor is a piece of Faerie. Neither of you can lie.”

Morgana wiggled her fingers on her other hand for Kelly and the satisfied werewolf bounded through the house, skipping and likely to go un-prank some bottles of bloodwine.

I came up behind Morgana. “Congratulations. Sorry you are filled with new worries.”

She curled around in my arm so that she was facing me. “Not all of us can be so excited about it like Kelly.” She licked my neck. “Also, I’m going to get very hungry on you, and you are tasting sweeter lately.”

She kissed a spot before slowly pressing her fangs into me and slurping at my blood.I nodded. Morgana was going to start drinking for two, and I was her tap.

“Maybe we should figure out how we can give you some stores of my blood if you are hungry and I’m not on hand.”

Morgana nodded, teasing the two holes open wider and drinking deeper as her venom filled me.

I made a mental note to get Jadelyn to invest in a blood bank or something as my mind wandered off.

AN - 35 chapters in this one. Got a solid chunk of harem/family time here at the end.