Demons, Decisions

Delighted, Yolfi clapped her hands and pointed at the princess. "Can we start with her?"

Ilithyia paled, clearly concerned at the turn of events. Her soft upbringing had done nothing to prepare her for anything like this. "You horrid savage. H-how dare you!" She glanced at me, fearful that I might actually let the woman kill her.

"Silence, both of you," I groaned, giving Yolfi a hard look. "The three of you," I pointed to Yolfi, Ilithyia, and Azralynn in turn. "Are my first friends, servants, and companions. My wishers. You will not start killing each other."

Azralynn and Yolfi didn't bat an eye at my words. If anything, they both stood a little taller, proud. But Ilithyia knitted her brow and mouthed the word "servant" to herself in distasteful confusion. The poor thing didn't have a clue about anything.

Azralynn smiled flirtatiously at me. "I should think we could be much more than just that, Great Dragon..." She was half-dragon, a beautiful scaleling, and due to her having wished on my Fall, I knew her whole life story. She wasn't just being flirty, the woman was genuinely attracted to dragons and would gladly lie with me even in my True form. She had a heat in her eyes that suggested she might have wanted it right that moment; it was enough to stir my blood with lust.

"What about her?" Yolfi jerked her head towards the demoness. "I didn't think demons got Dragonfall wishes. Why is she here?"

It was true: demons didn't get to wish upon a Dragonfall. But she had asked to be my personal ****, and maneuvered herself into the middle of a Pact between myself and her demon king.

I reached a beckoning hand towards Sephillia and she rose to her feet to come to my side, still carrying the sword in both hands. The movement was simple, but somehow elegant and sensual in its fluidity.

She was, physically, nothing short of stunning. Where Azralynn's scaleling heritage gave her supernatural beauty, Sephillia was supernaturally sexy and voluptuous. Full-figured, firm, and tight. And she came armed to the teeth with various Demonic sex-powers. She stirred my desire just being near me, and was probably affecting the other women. I knew I wasn't going to last long before my need to fuck one or more of these women drove me to distraction.

I decided to let my **** explain it, allowing myself a chance to calm my lust and gather my thoughts to plan our next move. "Tell them why you are here, Sephillia."

She smiled at my Companions, a lovely, seductive smile. A dark aura crept into being around her edges, cloaking her in demonic energy. "I am Sephillia, once the Archdemon of Lust in Infernus. In accordance with the pact forged between my Lord Dragon and the Demon King Malgoroth, I have been given to The Sixth Dragonfall as a humble ****. My Lord is my only concern, now. I will do anything and everything he commands, without hesitation or question. That is why I am here. To serve him."

Holding Ilthyia's eyes, she licked her lips suggestively. "If My Lord allows or wishes it, I will gladly share my many appreciable talents with all of you. As his Companions, I would consider it a pleasure... as I am sure will you all, once you have tasted what I can do."

Everyone looked from her to me, in varying degrees of astonishment.

Azralynn spoke first. "An archdemon? Wait, Malgoroth?! What are the terms of this pact?" She turned to me, eyes tinged with concern. "Great Dragon?"

I explained that I had agreed to hunt some rogue demons and create conflict between the nations of Andor in order to bring both into chaos and threaten their destruction, and that I would amass great power and influence to myself in the process. Yolfi smiled, very pleased.

Ilithyia turned pale. "You want to plunge my home into war? With Anduvia! That is unacceptable, I won't allow it."

Sephillia clicked her tongue disapprovingly but I held up a clawed hand, finally taking the sword from my ****.

I opened a hole in reality, taking a moment to direct the parameters of my pocket dimension as it formed on the other side. I placed the sword inside the portal, where it would be safe. The hole winked out of existence. "Child. Your loyalties are to me, now, and no one else. You wished, I granted. Now you belong to me. All of you do."

I turned my face towards her, with Sephillia and Yolfi standing on either side of me in support.

Azralynn seemed conflicted, but she, too, moved to my side. She was bolder than the others, moving to stand just behind my head to rest her cheek against my neck. She raised one arm to gently stroke or gently scratch at a patch of small scales on the opposite side of my throat, near my jaw. It was surprisingly pleasant. I was reminded again that the woman knew her way around a dragon's body, and had to calm the still-rising urge to mount her.

All eyes were on the spoiled princess, whose face was red from anger or embarrassment. I wasn't sure which.