First Demonic Dragon

Capítulo 1182: Just Peachy

Aurelia Nashyim, formerly Aurelia Nashyim-Sanguine, was a simple vampire in a house full of dragons.

That meant they often forgot that she, unlike almost everyone else in the house, was very fragile.

So as Isabelle hugged her mother for dear life, Aurelia had no choice but to resign herself to having her bones grate against each other.

“I never believed I’d say this, but please… love me a little less for a little while.” Their mother winced.

Despite her best interests, Isabelle continued to whine. “I never thought I would see you again! After you died that first time, Audri’s goth wifey couldn’t find you and-”

“A-After I what?!” Aurelia was rightly horrified.

“N-Nothing, mother. Please, don’t pay her any mind at all.” Audrina hit her sister over the head. “And she’s not goth! She’s just shy and likes wearing black.”

“Those two feel like the same thing.”

“They are NOT the same thing!”

Audrina pushed her sister aside and knelt before her mother.

She stared into her face as if it were the most entrancing thing in the world.

Her hair was much longer than she remembered. It cascaded down her back in beautiful, flowery waves.

The reddish amber of her almond-shaped eyes was warm and inviting.

She was probably the shortest person in the house, reaching only around Odie’s height. She had a modest, slim figure that was more elegant than curvaceous.

A comfortable white and silver yukata covered her figure and gave her the appearance of a yuki-ona.

Her eyes were bright, purple, and mystifying. Audrina didn’t remember them being so full of compassion and thoughtfulness.

…Or terror.

“Y-You’re not going to start bawling on me too, are you..? Thea gave me this Yukata, and I don’t want her to see it covered in snot and boogers…”

Audrina laughed deeply, from the very bottom of her stomach.

“How very odd of you to think that my daughter, with two sons, is unable to withstand the sight of boogers on clothing.”

Aurelia stared at her daughter for a long time without saying a word. Just the same, Audrina took her time staring at her.

“…You really don’t remember me at all, do you?” Aurelia finally asked.

Audrina shook her head. “I wouldn’t say that. I remember the best parts. No matter how many years it has been.”

Aurelia had no idea what to say to that. She had just seen her daughter this morning, so how could everything have changed so suddenly?

For some reason, even she was beginning to feel a little bit misty-eyed the longer she looked at her daughter.

“…May I hug you?” She asked, knowing it was strange. Aurelia hadn’t asked her daughter for permission to hug her since… ever, actually.

Audrina smiled, and another tear fell from her eye.

“Honestly… I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

–

A sliver of light shone in from the outside world and pierced the room.

Izanami quietly made her way into her bedroom and shut the door behind her.

The walls of her room were bathed in a warm reddish light coming from the otherworldly sphere of energy floating above her bed.

…Or it could have been from the little girl lying across the ottoman, scribbling away in a notebook while occasionally checking her laptop.

“How are they..?” Izanami whispered.

Gabbrielle lifted her head and glanced back at the figures asleep behind her.

“Father has been like that ever since Mother came in and tried to touch him in his sleep. She tossed off her clothes and got into bed right next to him.”

Izanami pursed her lips. She resisted the urge to wake Valerie from her sleep with a fierce bite to her wings.

“I see… Well, thank you for watching them, Peach.” A kiss was planted on the head of the child-sized adult. “I’m going to take a shower before they wake up.”

“Okay…” Gabbrielle started to pick up her notebook and writing materials so that she could head back to her own room.

But as she started to watch her mother leave, she suddenly felt the urge to pick her brain.

“Mother, may I ask you some questions?”

Izanami was busy rustling through her drawers for clothes to change into. “Sure, peach. What’s on your mind?”

Gabbrielle cracked open her notebook again. “On a scale of 1-10, do you find greater pleasure in anal penetration or oral intercourse?”

“Umm, it depends, sweetheart, it mostly depends on what kind of mood your father or mothers are in, and if they’ve been drinking, if I’ve been drinking, if we’ve been fighting, or if we’re feeling jealous or…” Suddenly, it dawned on Izanami that this was not exactly normal conversation to be having with a child.

Or a child shaped dragon to be more specific.

“Why exactly are you asking me all of this…?”

“My editor recommended that I release my next set of books with visual, sensory, and auditory magic embedded into the pages. I wanted to provide the utmost viewing pleasure for my readers.”

“Oh. Okay then.” Izanami shrugged and went back to digging in her dresser.

Gabbrielle went back to writing.

“Do you enjoy an abrupt initiation or a slow, tense buildup leading towards the intimacy?”

“…Yes.” Izanami nodded firmly.

“…But I asked-”

“The answer is yes.”

Gabbrielle thought about it momentarily before scribbling down more words.

“How do you feel about the use of shapeshifting in bed?”

“Oh, there’s a very fine line to be walked with it.” Izanami said, matter-of-factly. “Tentacle play is fun once or twice, but it’s really overstimulating and I have a hard time reaching climax. I usually prefer your father to make extra mouths in the palms of his hands, that way when he kneads my breasts, he can also..”

Gabbrielle’s pencil moved around frantically, trying to capture as much detail in her writing as she could.

“-The simpler things are usually better. Sif, Val, and Seras like to do this thing where they make their bodies bigger and then they-”

…Izanami was very detailed.

“You have been most informative, mother.” Gabbrielle finally clasped her notebook closed and looked up with a smile. “I believe my next work will be my most immersive yet.”

Izanami smiled at her daughter innocently. “You’re a young woman now, Gabbrielle. If ever you and Daphne feel comfortable, you should try and experience-”

“Ew. That’s not happening.” Gabbrielle physically recoiled.

She vanished into a burst of whitish silver mist, and Izanami was left wondering why all of her children were so eccentric…

With a bundle of clothes in hand, Izanami went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

When the sound of the shower started, there was a change in the room.

The glowing light disappeared and was replaced by a floating Abaddon.

Rather than landing on the bed and risking waking Valerie, Abaddon chose to hover over the floor and head towards his closet.

He immediately got dressed in silence before Izanami or Valerie could take notice of him.

Things were working out fine until he felt a small weight rest on his shoulders.

“Father is doing things he’s not supposed to. Again.”

Gabbrielle dropped her small fist of fury on her father’s head.

“…I thought you left.” Abaddon winced.

“I thought you would stop pretending to be asleep when I started to explain to mother what the term size queen meant. It seems we have both made unsubstantiated assumptions.”

Abaddon gave his daughter a dry look that she promptly returned to him.

“You still don’t look well.”

“First time I’ve ever heard that…” he murmured.

“Amusing. Why don’t you tell me more jokes from the comfort of a recliner position while I fetch the medicine mother made for you?”

Abaddon visibly shuddered. He didn’t think himself much of a complainer, but Lailah’s medicines were a special kind of hell.

“…Orrr you could come with me to make sure that I’m properly supervised and don’t overwork myself.”

Gabbrielle dropped her gaze as she pondered the stipulations laid at her feet.

Out of all of Abaddon’s children, Gabbrielle was the only one who felt the need to watch her father so that he didn’t do anything dangerous.

After watching her father use many of his divine powers and abilities to repair the cracks in his soul, and subsequently sent himself to Oblivion, she monitored him like a hawk.

If it even looked like he was going to cut his finger making a sandwich, Gabbrielle would take the knife away from him before it could so much as chip at his skin.

“…The bargain is acceptable.” She decided.

‘How did I know…?’

Abaddon didn’t really think it was his place to try to dissuade Gabbrielle from being overprotective. Not when he was the sole reason she had turned out this way.

So, if it was what she needed, he would happily resign himself to her company for as long as necessary. Abaddon was the kind of father who would do anything for his children.

He gave his daughter’s cheek a slight pinch and handed her a child-sized coat.

“Bundle up, Peach.” Abaddon held out his hand to open a portal. “It’s cold on that ship.”

“Mm.” Gabbrielle slipped on her jacket, and held on to her father’s horns for security purposes. “Can I ask you some questions?”

“No.” Abaddon answered instantly.

“As a male, what is the most enjoyable part of intercourse for you?”

“Peach!”

“Please answer. I’m trying to build a larger male demographic and require better insight into your minds.”

“…” Abaddon was beginning to think that maybe he should have just stayed in bed after all.

sorry for the miss yesterday had some family stuff come up… but I hope everyone has a happy new year and be on the lookout for some big surprises today!