First Demonic Dragon

Abaddon and Valerie were still sitting on the couch, staring longing holes into each other.

She wanted to know if he was going to let her hands go and allow her to continue.

He wanted to know if doing so was actually going to help her.

But ultimately, Abaddon has but eleven named weaknesses in this world. And the biggest one was sitting on top of his lap. Painfully alluring and desperate for him.

Abaddon let her hands go, and Valerie didn't waste an opportunity to vent her needs.

After removing his shirt, she ran her hands along his chest as if she was touching precious marble.

Her breathing was becoming slightly off rhythm, as her body recalled in vividly descriptive detail the kinds of euphoria this body was capable of making her feel.

She didn't even bother to remove her underwear. Just pulled them to the side as her eyes sparkled with need.

Abaddon's sweatpants were just blatantly dissolved by her without a care.

The sweet scent of her skin and vision of her breasts had done their job, and Abaddon's member sprang fully to life.

As the pair were synced, her body's excitement grew to match her own.

She grabbed him firmly while slipping her fingers along the ridges she was already so deliciously familiar with.

Aiming it at her entrance, she lowered herself slowly onto him.

But Valerie had purposefully asked her husband to help her escape. To leave her incapable of thinking about anything else in the world.

So Abaddon pulled her as close as he could without having her take up residence in his skin.

He covered her mouth with his free hand and buried himself inside of her in one fluid motion.

Valerie screamed into his palm and her body shook like a leaf in violent winds.

It hurt.

It felt like the time she lost her virginity all over again. Only make it a thousand times worse.

She could have cried.

And yet, her senses and her soul were in heated argument over what they felt at present.

Because Even though Abaddon had virtually impaled her with a deadly weapon, she could feel his very essence touching hers.

It showered her in flowery words and reassurances that she ached for, but didn't know how to request.

She could not withstand the weight of his love for her. It practically drove her insane.

This was what she wanted.

A new obsession began to take root in the recesses of her mind.

The cracks in her broken heart were filled in with visions of her husband. He was the same.

Eons worth of memories and time lived between them, and yet they were so lost in themselves that they couldn't remember a time where they had ever been apart from each other.

It was yet to be explored how this newfound infatuation would alter their marriage, but the one thing that was for certain was that the potential jeopardy was just as great as the chance of harmony.

-

Thrudd was in her bedroom, lying on the floor and trying her damndest to pretend that she had no idea what was going on in the living room.

It was true that her parents were now far more adept at keeping their indecencies a secret than they used to be, but that was only if you were someone like Courtney who wasn't in possession of such developed senses.

But for Thrudd, who could feel most all nearby vibrations no matter how minor they were, this wasn't far off from agony.

She turned up the music in her headphones, hoping that would either dull her awareness or explode her earbuds.

Whichever came first.

"Hey! Stop that, you beasties!"

Thrudd threw her pillow across the room at Gandora and Bagheera, who, coincidentally, also seemed to be in a awkward little mood.

"The three of us are in the same boat here, bastards. If one of us can't get any then nobody can!" Thrudd yelled unfairly. "Separate!"

The pets moved to their respective corners, but they didn't do it quietly.

Thrudd still heard their telepathic complaints and whines even after they separated. But she didn't care.

If she didn't get to be loved, then nobody else around her was going to be loved either! It didn't matter if they were animals or not!

ring!

"WHAT?!"

Thrudd was so agitated that she had accidentally screamed at her ringing phone.

At the very moment she realized that she had accidentally screamed at an innocent piece of technology, her expression became one of deep embarrassment.

She begrudgingly picked up her phone and stared at it, only to realize that the number that was calling her was one she didn't recognize.

Smart phones on earth aren't like the ones from Tehom. It's virtually impossible to mistakenly call a number with one.

Trading her agitation for curiosity, Thrudd swiped across the screen and allowed the call to connect.

The first thing that she saw… was a nostril. But a very familiar nostril.

"Not like that. Hold it out a bit more." Another voice said.

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"Oh."

The camera finally panned out and Thrudd could see the strong, beautiful face of Behemoth staring back at her.

Her reaction, of course, was completely measured and not at all embarrassing.

"B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B-B…!"

"My name is Behemoth." She reminded. Her eyes seemed slightly disappointed that she had to remind Thrudd of that.

"I-I-I know that!" Thrudd shook her head hard. "I just.. wasn't expecting it to be you!"

Now that the camera was zoomed out a little more Thrudd could also see a man standing beside her.

He was as pale as a ghost, with near white skin and hair that further fueled his angelic appearance.

He flashed a rare full smile at Thrudd, almost as if he already knew what he was doing.

"This one finally asked for a cell phone. You were her first call." Zheng smiled.

He conveniently declined to tell her that Thrudd described her as "The girl Mira said I'm supposed to marry".

It was probably for the best. Innocent little Thrudd's heart could only take so much.

With shaky breaths, Thrudd pointed a trembling finger at herself. "M-M-M-M-M-M-M-"

"Yes, you." He interrupted.

Thrudd looked back and forth between Behemoth, and then Zheng again. Evidently, she was still having a hard time believing it.

"H-How are you sure she meant me?!" She asked Zheng. Ignoring Behemoth was just about the only way she could speak correctly.

"She said the one with red hair."

"She could've meant dad!"

"She knows your dads name, she said the woman."

"T-That could also be mom..?"

"THRUDD!"

"I'm sorry, I'm nervous!" If Thrudd didn't kill herself before the night was over, then it would have been mathematically proven that nevi'im were not immune to divine intervention.

"Why do you avoid me?"

Thrudd wasn't expecting the usually aloof and avoidant Behemoth to hit her with such a direct line of questioning.

"W-What do you mean..?" Thrudd feigned ignorance.

"You were on my communication device for less than a minute and you were talking around me with this one.." she pointed to Zheng. "As if I was not here."

Thrudd's face turned scarlet. She had done that, hadn't she?

"I… I'm.."

Thrudd looked in the corners of her room. Both pets were egging her on. Bagheera was even making crude air-humping gestures.

Thrudd swallowed her pride. Fiona laughing at her for almost two minutes straight had really nailed the point home that she needed to make a change!

No longer was she going to sit on the sidelines of awkward virginity! It was time for her to fully walk into her womanhood!

"I… was just being awkward at first, but… I promise that I will not avoid you anymore." Thrudd said.

Behemoth's eyes flickered. Her gaze contained what Thrudd hoped was interest.

Zheng rested his face on his palm. "Thrudd…"

"Yea?"

"Your nose is bleeding."

Thrudd's embarrassment had returned in full. She buried her bloody face in her comforters without caring about the laundry.

"God damn it…"