First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 1212: I Don’t Want To Do This

Fiona breathes heavily as she lies on her stomach, A thin sheen of sweat wrapped around her taut figure, giving her entire body a bit of a honeyed glow.

She whimpers softly into the pillow between her teeth. Her white-knuckled grip clenches the bedsheets as her body’s most intimate vulnerabilities are exploited by her lover.

A heavy breath becomes caught in her throat as her body seizes with pleasure.

Her body loses all control over itself as she raises her head and screams.

A line of drool spills past her lips.

Courtney grasps her by the neck and turns her head towards her.

Her long, forked tongue licks away the proof of her pleasure, savoring her sweet taste and reveling in the aftershock of her orgasm.

Courtnye’s eyes turn from a bright red to a more subtle pink.

Her lips part, and she says the three words that she absolutely should never utter to this woman.

–

Courney awakes with a start.

Though her body is in perfect physical condition, her breathing is heavy and labored.

Not to mention, her mental state is currently at the bottom of Tehom, in the deepest, darkest basement that defies human imagination.

“God…. Mira was right. Apple juice before naps really is a bad idea.”

Courtney rolls over and grabs her phone.

The first thing she sees is a trio of missed messages from Fiona.

First, there is a picture of her and Thrudd by the pool with elaborate fruity alcoholic beverages. Courtney frowns slightly when she sees the corner of a gray foot in the photograph.

She accidentally crushes her phone in her tightening grip. Sighing in dismay, she uses a bit of magic to undo her childish mistake.

The next two messages make her feel far less homicidal.

Fi <3:Miss u… I was going to come by tonight after midnight.

Fi <3: Only if you can stay up long enough though lol.

Courtney felt the dampness in her underwear worsen.

Just as she starts to type, a series of dots forms in the text chain again.

This time, when Fiona sends a picture, it is of her holding a bottle of wine and an iPad.

Fi <3: I hope you like bad wine and movies from a universe where every person sounds a little bit like Samuel L Jackson.

Courtney typed ’I like you’ without thinking. Before she could send such an embarrassing message and ruin her reputation, she deleted it and typed something far less embarrassing.

It’s a date.

She only realized after she pressed send that the chosen response might not have been a whole lot better.

Frustrated, she rolled across her queen-sized bed more than six times while groaning like the living dead.

–

It isn’t very late in the day, but the sun has already gone down.

Courtney left her room to hopefully get her head on straight before the date that wasn’t a date.

Almost everyone in the house was either in their rooms or out for the night, something that was slightly rare.

Even the youngest had plans for the night; Odie went to the movies with friends while K’ael was entertaining Amaterasu in his room.

With no one around, Courtney decided to sneak into the guys’ mancave and raid their cigar stash.

She snuck to the center wing of the house where the two family lounges were located and pulled open the door with the wooden handle.

Much to her surprise, when she stepped inside, a cloud of smoke hit her in the face.

Abaddon looked up from the pool table, lit cigar in mouth, and eyebrow raised.

“Courtney-Marie?”

Courtney smiled wryly, resisting the urge to turn invisible and run away. “H-hey there, dad… How’re you doing on this fine evening?”

“I’m hiding from your mothers. Shut the door and don’t tell them where to find me, and I’ll let you have a cigar.”

“Well, since you insist.” Courtney shut the door behind her andskipped into the room happily.

Abaddon used his pool cue to point at the wall of cigars on his left side, and Courtney raced to pick one out with glee.

“Why’re you hiding in here anyway?” She asked. “Don’t you have that high school reunion thing tonight?”

“You just answered your own question, babydoll.”

“Don’t wanna go, huh?”

“Since I’ve been in here I’ve thought of 2,006 things that I would rather do than go.” Abaddon paused and smiled at her. “2,007. Spending time in here with you.”

“Aww, thanks, pops. Feeling’s mutual.” Courtney smiled sweetly as she slipped a Cuban out of the package and placed it between her lips.

A flame appeared at the tip of her manicured finger and lit the cigar.

“…Are you sure you’re alright?” Abaddon suddenly asked.

“Why would you ask me that?” Courtney tilted her head.

“Your aura is chaotic. I feel like I’m watching your mother critique a bad stage play.” (Zahara)

His daughter took a shallow inhale on her cigar as a small frown formed on her face.

“Dad…Can I talk to you about something kind of personal?”

Abaddon didn’t even look up. “Of course you can. I hope you’d tell me if I ever made you feel like you couldn’t.”

His daughter crosses the room and takes a seat in a leather recliner. In it, there was a pillow that said ’Reserved for Helios. ’

Courtney sat in the seat boldly and pulled the pillow over her lap.

“Well… first off, I lied.”

“You didn’t really like listening to that Westside Boogie album with your grandfather and me, did you? Don’t worry, we could tell when you fell asleep and-”

“No, Dad, the album was fine.” Courtney rolled her eyes. “I lied about buying a prostitute.”

Abaddon froze just as he was about to hit the eight ball. “…You serious?”

“Yeah.”

The dragon fell to his knees with his hands toward the sky.

“I..*cough* will never doubt you again, old man..”

“Knock it off!” Courtney feigned anger as she hurled the pillow at her father. “You shouldn’t be judging me even if it was the truth.”

“I wasn’t judging you, sweetheart, but when two of my children decide they want to lose their virginities to prostitutes, it starts to look like there’s a bit of a black mark on my parenting record.”

“Whatever, dad…”

Abaddon stands up and moves to Courtney’s side. “So, who was it really? Fiona?”

“H-How’d you know that?!”

“You’ve been staring at her a lot since that day. And I feel like I see you chatting with her almost as much as Thrudd now.”

Courtney thought she was being secretive. But if her father had figured it out, then maybe-

“No one else seems to know, don’t worry.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. Do you think any of your brothers would let you get by scot free if they found out you were sleeping with your ex’s brother?”

Courtney could say honestly that she did not.

“…Am I a fucked up person?” She asked.

“No more than anyone else.” Abaddon patted her head. “Your situation is messy, but so were some of my relationships with your mothers at first. It doesn’t mean real love can’t come from it. And it doesn’t mean you have to be ashamed of how you feel.”

“But what am I going to do when Nihil and Aj found out?”

“You’ll be an adult, and stand strong for the person you’ve chosen. It doesn’t have anything to do with either of those two anyway, does it?”

Courtney shook her head.

“Okay then. So you should live with no regrets. Your cousin may be a bit caught off guard, but I know my sister has taught her son that family comes before anything else. I’m sure he’ll get over it. And Aj… he already has a family of his own. He no longer has a right to complain.”

“J-Just so you know, it’s not like Fiona and I are getting married or starting a family or anything! We’re just having a little fling.”

“Oh, I’m sure. But just in case it does blossom into something else, you have the blessing of your mothers and I.”

“…Mom said that if she were younger she’d go for her.”

Abaddon rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“…Yeah, I could see that. Your mother does like people who don’t take themselves too seriously. She says they’re good for the spirit. Me on the other hand-”

“DAD!”

“I was just going to say she was too young! Come on now, I have standards.”

“Yeah, anything that’s nice to you with a big butt.”

“Hey, that’s not true. Erica and I fought all the time before we got married.”

“So the yams won you over in the end, huh?” Courtney shook her head. “I wish I could say I was surprised.”

A vein bulges in Abaddon’s brow.

Without saying anything, he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“…What are you doing?”

“Texting Apophis and telling him that you slept with Fiona.”

“No, you can’t! He’ll joke on me for the rest of my life!”

“Yes, and I’ll wish I could say that any of it would surprise me.”

Courtney’s lip quivered.

She turned her head towards the ceiling.

“MOMS, DAD’S IN THE MAN-WHORE-CAVE!!!!”

Abaddon nearly dropped his phone. “Traitor! Stool pigeon!”

Courtney smiles in satisfaction as the door is kicked open by Ayaana and Zahara.

“There you are.”

“Come on, we’re going to be late! I already polished my brass knuckles!”

Courtney kissed her stunned father on the cheek. “Love you, Dad! Have fun!”

As she skips away, Abaddon thinks to himself that he should have answered yes about her being a fucked up person.