First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 1049: New Faces, Same Desires*

“How come the atmosphere seemed so tense downstairs just now…?”

Ayaana and Zahara reached underneath the cabinet and pulled out towels and a bathrobe.

“You’ll probably find out later.” Ayaana sighed. “Just hold onto your socks when you find out.”

Abaddon looked down at his feet. He was unsure if he should have been concerned about what was waiting for him.

He finished getting undressed and stepped down into the bath, allowing the water to come all the way up to his neck.

“Ahhhh…”

A deep groan of satisfaction escaped his throat as his broken arm became enveloped in warm water. The medicinal properties of Lailah’s herbal bath were nigh impossible to beat.

He was starting to feel better already.

Meanwhile, Ayaana and Zahara split up and started to exit the bathroom one after the other.

“We’re heading to bed first. Yell if you fall and can’t get up, old man!” Tatiana yelled.

“Ha-ha.” Abaddon replied dryly. He was too tired to remind any of his wives that they weren’t that much younger than him.

Although it would have been cute to see them mad… he just didn’t have the energy to really appreciate their wrathful beauty.

As his eyes fluttered shut, he missed the moment when a pair of slender legs stepped into the bath with him.

When he opened his eyes again, he found Bekka so close to him that their noses were touching.

Her orange eyes were curious, wide, and unblinking. She scoured his face for even a single pore out of place.

“…Something on your mind?”

Bekka continued to stare at her husband, as if he were one handsome art project.

“What’s the last thing you remember before you passed out earlier?”

Abaddon didn’t understand the sudden interest. “I… was frustrated the plan didn’t work.”

“Before that.”

“I was hoping the plan would work.”

“Little bit further back.”

“I was praying Sif wouldn’t punch me in the face.”

“I thought about it!” Sif yelled from the bedroom.

Abaddon was already quite aware of that fact. He didn’t miss the moment where she balled up her fists like he owed her crack money.

“No, no..” Bekka sighed. “I mean, do you remember what happened when you changed… do you remember what you were feeling?”

“Desperate.” Abaddon leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Bekka’s waist. “What’s with all these questions? Usually, the only thing you ask after a mission is ’When’s dinner?’”

Bekka smiled wryly. “Just call it a healthy dose of spousal curiosity.”

That wasn’t very convincing to Abaddon.

His second wife wasn’t exactly a curious woman by nature. If it didn’t concern her responsibilities, meals, or sex life, she didn’t usually ask about it.

So if she were asking Abaddon all of these questions, it had to be coming from a place of concern.

“Did I do something out of character?”

“N-Not necessarily…” Bekka admitted. “It’s more like the way you looked was a bit… different, I should say.”

Abaddon tilted his head.

“You really have no clue what you looked like, do you?” She realized.

“Even with extra heads, I don’t really make looking at myself a priority… Was I really that much different from normal?”

Bekka was silent for a moment as she recalled her husband’s appearance.

The seemingly endless coils. The rows of black scales were so dark they were almost purple. His defiant red eyes. Even the radiant golden horns.

“Yes… and also no.” She finally said.

“I hope you know just how little sense that makes.”

“J-Just shut up and change.”

Abaddon closed his eyes for a brief moment.

When he opened them again, he was taking up more space in the tub, but he controlled his size so that it wasn’t much.

He looked down at himself and knew that there was an immediate problem.

Abaddon now looked exactly the same as when he was seventeen years old in Dola.

Four-legged, one-headed, wings coming out of his back, and burning orange eyes.

“What the hell!?”

Bekka nudged him on the snout. “Babe, stop playing around!”

“Woman, I’m not playing!”

“You are! That’s so obviously not the form I wanted to see!”

“So this isn’t what you were talking about!?”

“No! You’re giving me some fond memories though!”

“What?!”

“Yeah, like when you were all young and innocent and timid and I could just eat you up without a care.” Bekka swooned.

“Listen here, you little shotacon, I didn’t do this on purpose!”

“Oh, word?”

“Word!”

Abaddon closed his eyes and concentrated on the body he’d had for the last few billion years.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still the same, but the bathtub was noticeably empty.

He felt something brush up against the underside of his body and nearly jumped out of the water.

Bekka’s head soon breached the surface- her smile as wide as the day was long.

“It’s even the same size as before! You know, I used to think it was really big and intimidating, but maybe because we’re older now, it doesn’t seem like that much to handle. It’s almost cute!”

Abaddon blinked his eyes several times as he tried to wrestle with the flurry of feelings running through him.

On one hand, he was wondering why he was currently experiencing reverse puberty.

On the other hand, it had been a while since he felt Bekka touch him. And her comments about him being ’not much to handle’ wounded his pride as a man.

He was also critically low on energy, and there was only one thing he wanted to rejuvinate him.

“I wonder why you keep changing, though…” Bekka sank back into the water- her mind exhausted from overthinking. “Maybe it really does have something to do with-”

Bekka raised her brow when Abaddon suddenly lifted her out of the bath. He carried her to the ottoman by the nape of her neck as if she were an animal cub.

“Umm… babe?”

Abaddon placed his wife on the ottoman without bothering to respond.

Bekka only started feeling like something was awry when she was placed on her stomach with her bare bottom facing outward.

Her negative suspicions proved correct when she noticed her husband’s wings wrapping around her to ward off escape.

“L-Look, I know it’s been a while, but you literally just got out of one of the worst fights you’ve been in in years… Don’t you think sex should be slightly off the table for at least the rest of the night…?”

The only answer she received was when Abaddon spread her legs apart with his tail. Anxiety crept in when it dawned on her that her husband had yet to kiss her, flirt with her, or caress her in the usual manner.

“H-Hey, babe, you’re not mad about what I said, right..? I-I just meant it as a little joke…! A ’haha nostalgia!’ kind of thing! Honest!”

In response, Bekka received a series of hard bites from the back of her neck all the way down to both sides of her ass.

She shivered when she felt a long tongue run from her pussy to her ass and take able time to savor the taste of both.

Bekka bit back a moan and controlled her breathing. She dug her claws into the fabric of the ottoman. “A-Are you… at least going to change back…?”

“…”

Bekka sighed in relief when she saw her husband’s wings shrink from view.

But then, she felt her body enveloped by warm coils.

A shadow passed over her, and she looked back at her husband to find him changed once again.

He was a bit larger than before, but infinitely smaller than how he’d appeared earlier.

A black dragon that almost mimicked a serpent. Unlike an eastern dragon, he had no arms or legs and no whiskers.

He did, however, possess fangs too big for any of his ten mouths. And not one, but four different blood red eyes. In addition to the basketball-sized one sitting on his underbelly.

His horns were bright and golden. Like a precious metal not even the heavens should have possessed.

Behind him, the cursed wheel of fate spun rhythmically and without tiring. Bekka wasn’t sure if she was imagining things or not, but it almost seemed larger and more intricate than before…

One of his faces came close to her and kissed her while she was still too stunned to pull away.

She tried to point at him, but he used his tail to restrain her hands and kept them pinned above her head.

A familiar lusful haze consumed her mind before she knew what was happening.

It had been months since her husband had last held her. Since he kissed her.

Monstrous new form or not, her body was remembering exactly what it felt like to be held adoringly by the man she loved.

And in the same breath, it pushed out every other concern she might have had.

When Abaddon pulled away, Bekka hardly had a moment to catch her breath before her discarded underwear was stuffed into her mouth.

Despite his horrific appearance, Abaddon’s voice was as charming as it was monstrous. His forked tongues slipped past his maw and tickled Bekka’s ear. “I love you very much, but I do want you to know… You have no one to blame for this but yourself.”

Bekka’s scream was like the proper shock to her system that her brain needed.

No matter his body, age, or condition, her husband had never been easy to handle.

And he took agonizingly special care to make sure that she never forgot again. Completely unaware of the changes that were ravaging his own body…