(Dao of Chaos) Vox. Verse 1 - The Dragon Prince’s disastrous NTR play

VOX POV

A resounding yawn escaped Vox's mouth, resonating through the air as he casually folded one leg over the other. He leaned back, cradling his head in his hands, making himself comfortable on a lofty branch. A second yawn followed, accompanied by a smack of his lips as he wiped subtle tears from the corners of his eyes. Taking a moment to absorb his surroundings, he found himself immersed in a brightly lit jade forest, alive with the sounds of buzzing critters and the flapping wings of tiny flies.

Today's complaints were minimal, only the humid and scorching sunrays filtering through the crowded bushes. Despite this, the atmosphere felt cool compared to the temperatures he was accustomed to in his homeland.

'I wonder how everyone's doing these days.' Vox rarely dwelled on his homeland, indulging in too much fun to ponder that mundane place. His mother's presence, the one person he despised the most, made his life a living hell.

'Sigh...I wish this war would last long enough until she grew so old and died.' However, calculating such a dream meant waiting for almost 100 more years. She was one of the last descendants of an Elder dragon, one of the longest natural-living dragons remaining.

Vox wasn’t sure how long he would be waiting, so he decided to engage in some light-hearted reading, delving into the field of the Ancient Elven Dynasties. Until recently, Vox had no interest in the matters of those pointy-eared beings, descendants of ancient hero Gods, according to his mother. Elves seemed too predictable and less important for him to take notice.

But now he pondered if he devalued them too abruptly. Thanks to obtaining Shava Watermoon's storage ring, Vox had access to countless rare and ancient recorded texts. Among them were old texts detailing several events in Elven history.

Admitting that Elves lived intriguing lives, Vox was drawn to their stories of lust, betrayal, ****, love, and hate like a moth to a warm flame. After spending a good part of the morning immersed in the trials and tribulations of the Elves, he closed the book, and a brilliant idea sparked in his beautiful mind.

‘I’ll create my own Elven tale...just like the ancient books. Yes! That's what I'll do! I'll make it a story that lasts for the ages.’ A playful smile graced his boyish features. Vox hadn’t been so thrilled about something in a long time. First, he needed to assemble the characters for this play, understanding the importance of making sure everything was just right.

‘Oh Thorjen-oh Thorjen! I’ve decided you’ll be the main character in this tale of mine.’

Vox continued to savor his daydreams and future plans. The ongoing war seemed inconsequential to him, as the fear of demons had already dispersed the great powers of the Lucien kingdom across the realms. Only Vox's people had actual proof that the demons were gone; his mother had recently put the last demon king's head on a spike.

Understanding he was ahead of schedule with his mission, Vox had ample time to pursue his own agenda.

'They should all be converging towards the teahouse by now. I guess... Sigh, I should get myself there too.'

With a swift motion, Vox removed his cloak, revealing his thick black wings that erupted from his back. He shot forth like a missile into the deep skies, flying just above the lush green jungle. Below him, various animals scattered into their burrows or averted their eyes in fear. Vox paid little attention to them; his focus was on the teahouse, and he flapped his wings harder to increase his speed.

Gliding around the quiet teahouse, Vox descended gently towards the earth. His steely black legs retracted as he approached the teahouse, its signboard proudly displaying 'Moon Jin Teahouse.'

'Ah, it's been a while.' He thought to himself as he ascended the few wooden steps.

The place was empty, as expected, given the challenges humans faced in travel. Vox chuckled childishly, finding amusement in the frailty of humans. Suddenly, his eyes gleamed crimson as he sensed a dangerous aura almost directly behind him. Recognizing her scent, he allowed his eyes to return to normal.

"You're late...number 1. I thought I told you to-"

"Nyaaaaaaa Voxy-sama, you're hereeeee!" Before he could finish his words, Vox found himself enveloped in a pair of fair-skinned, bouncing, huge breasts. Geary was all smiles, refusing to let him go. Vox struggled to break free from her bear-like embrace, and after a short while, she allowed him to breathe. Just as he was readying himself to scold her, Geary leaned forward and covered his mouth with her own.

"Nnghh...smack...smooch...mmmh...aahh...sluuurp."

She passionately sucked Vox's tongue deeply. Vox furrowed his brows a little but decided to let her have her fun. After all, her kind couldn't go long without expressing themselves in this way. Minutes passed before Geary finally pulled her lips away, leaving a string of saliva connecting their tongues.

"I've missed you so much, my love," she said with heart shapes in her eyes.

"I've told you already to stop calling me that. It's...disgusting," he said with a scowl.

"fufufu, oh Vox, you know how to set a girl's heart ablaze...So...so serious." She squirmed like a child as her cheeks turned slightly red while adjusting her short skirt.

'She's getting horny already?'

Sigh..."Where are the others?"

"On their way I suspect I've already casted the spell...They should be here any moment. Will you...Will you be staying?"

"hmm-possibly I have an exciting story to tell you...so listen up and dont interrupt me"

Vox begun narrating his great plan to the wide eyed Geary, who almost had to cover her mouth to prevent herself from interrupting him. By the end of it she was almost devoid of any change of emotion other than blind admiration.

"I'll do anything you want me to Voxy. Courting a half Elf? hehehe you forgot I'm a succubus. The art of seduction is within my blood. B-but..."

"Sigh...I will play with you once the deed is done...I..p-promise" he felt sick even saying the words. But he understood the type of being he was dealing with.

Suddenly, Vox detected a lingering scent in the air, a delightful aroma that jolted him into an upright position. His half-opened gaze shifted towards the eastern part of the forest, where the intoxicating fragrance beckoned him. Measuring the distance between him and the following branches suspended in the air, a sadistic smile creased across his gaze.

"V-voxy, that look... what's the matter..."

whoosh

In an instant, Vox vanished and reappeared 30 yards closer towards the jungle. He leapt up onto the closest branch and effortlessly began hopping across from branch to branch. Springing deeper into the forest, his heels acted like springs, moving with rare finesse, perhaps only rivalled by the primates born to swing through the forests.

Excitement softly brewed in the deepest parts of Vox.

‘I know that smell... It’s you, isn’t it... my main character. hehe’

Vox lowered his eyelids shut before snapping them open, revealing the wondrous glow of scarlet, glimmering like polished rubies. With the unique abilities of his sight, it expanded across a vast area of the surrounding forest. Swooping through the jade forests, he finally laid eyes upon a near-distant figure. Trudging along the forest beds with barely any clothes on, a large mane of blonde dreadlocks fell against his shirtless back. The figure slightly twisted his head to one side, revealing the slightly pointed ears of an Elf.

A wild and almost sadistic smile stretched broadly across Vox's boyish features.

“Guahaha, fuck yes! I’ve finally found you... Thorjen, the half-ling - the child of the fates!... Ahahahaa... shan't I... shan’t I see it for myself.”

Abruptly, Vox stopped his movements and glanced down below once. Then, he moved closer towards the tree before he pressed his five fingers into the bark, creating five holes. Leaping off the branch, he used the firm hold he made against the tree's bark to scale down until he reached the forest floor.

Once there, he observed his right hand deeply. His fingers were covered in pieces of chipped wood and sawdust, but not a single droplet of blood stained them. “Tsk.” He was used to that response from his body, so he opened his maw widely and bit down against the side of his hand.

His teeth tore out a large chunk of his flesh, which he spat out against the ground. Vox was aware he would likely heal tremendously quickly, so he knelt down without a second thought, where he began to arduously draw a large oval symbol using the carmine liquid running down his hand. Then he started finger painting a series of intricate patterns into it, quickly forming what looked like the head of an animal with tribal patterns on the edge of the magic circle. Big enough for him to stand inside of it.

He observed his work and nodded in satisfaction. He carefully stepped out of the circle and gently fell to his knees.

“I call upon thee-

shadow one-

king maker-

Devourer- ascend and stand beside me. For the king has arrived.”

The ground quaked as the blood patterns almost sunk into the ground leaving deep depressions along the painted symbols.

Vox leisurely took a few steps back, his eyes keenly fixed on the area where he had drawn the red symbols. The ground began to sink into the earth, and soon a deep hole emerged, gradually widening into a dark crater that toppled countless trees. It seemed as though the earth around it was being consumed by a voracious void. After a few moments, two large black horns started to unearth themselves from the cave, followed by a dark greyish-furred beast clawing its way out. Vox appeared dwarfed by the enormous creature, its leonine head scanning its new surroundings.

Finally noticing the boy standing idly close by, the beast emitted soft growls beneath its large mouth. It lowered its giant head, a sign of respect. Vox nodded in contentment; his summoning today was successful. He didn't particularly enjoy using this spell, as it sometimes caused the summons to lose their sanity once they became aware of the power trapped inside his blood. Fortunately, this one seemed quite strong.

“Hey, you—go over there and chase the fellow you can sense. But DO NOT harm him or I'll be... very angry.” The yellow eyes of the creature narrowed, and its mouth moved slowly, as though attempting to curse Vox beneath its scowl. Vox remained unfazed; he knew this creature could not harm him.

The robust lion gradually moved its entire body, bulldozing its way toward the instructed location, one large paw at a time.

A trickle of blood flowed down the corner of Vox’s two scarlet eyes. Before he followed the path forged by the summoned creature, he donned his invisibility robe to conceal his presence. Now was not the time to reveal himself just yet. Maintaining a safe distance, he trailed the towering back of the furred beast. Wondering why it had slowed down, once he made his way around it, he saw a shirtless youth with wild, tow hair standing on top of a high-raised branch.

A knowing smile creased against Vox's fair features, and his glimmering blood-red eyes shone as brightly as ever.

‘Thorjen... hehe, I've finally found you.’