/ so I have written and rewritten this time and again, thinking about how I wanted to put my words, my thoughts to paper and it never seems to come out right. This is take… I don't know… in my attempt to write something, but I have written this countless times over and over again in my head. So this is going to be a bit informal, and off the cuff. As some of you may know, the past three years haven't been all that stellar for me. And recently I informed all of you about the devastating loss of my baby cousin. We'll go with 13 because that's how old she was when she passed (no real names will be used obviously, so we're going to call her 13 for this note). Anyway, on August 17, 2024 we gathered as a family and celebrated and mourned the life of 13. She loved to read, dance, play sports, and sing. No matter how short and brief her life was she impacted all of us. We loved and cherished her deeply. And on that day as a family, we said farewell one last time before letting her rest.
Anyway on to the meat and potatoes of why I am writing this, I've had some thoughts over the last couple of days, thoughts on what I'd do going forward, I'll be honest and say that I thought about starting a (PAT)reon, one separate from my current one (that i'm not sure i should continue), one where I would release my exclusive IP, commissioned artwork, maybe livestream some editing sessions, I know it's not anyone's fault but given my existing (pat)reon pages performance before what had happened over the last three years I was hesitant in starting this endeavor. And that was before the passing of my cousin. Now I'd like to do something to honor her. I thought about pledging to donate money earned, not spent on commissions and on software to a cancer research charity or something. This is something I am hesitant about doing given the scams and scandals that have been exposed as of recent, like the completionist. So while I work things out on my end, I'd like your opinions. Is this something you guys would be interested in? If so I'd be as transparent as possible, on what money is spent on. Again, things regarding this are all in the works. So what do you guys think?
For context check out the AN/ on my new web novel Regaila, a story with magic, chaos, spicy lemons, and harems.
God, she was a thing of beauty. With the way, the slight swell of her chest heaved in anticipation. It did things that had my inner dragon roar in triumph, practically demanding that I take her here and now. Just pin her legs above her head and rut her until her belly swells with child. Ruthlessly, I pushed that urge back down. I was more than my beast. So much more than a simple beast.
Slowly, I pushed inside of her ever so slowly. Savoring how she gasped when she felt the head of my cock parting the lips of her delicate folds. By now, we had transitioned from her position in my lap to more of a missionary. So I could take my time to savor each and every inch of her. And good god, was she tight, yet her pussy just kept accepting more and more of my cock. Until finally I could go no further.
"Oh Daddy, you're so big" she groaned, wincing in just a bit of pain when my prick prodded against what could only be her cervix, her hands in a white knuckled grip on the sheets. "You're gunna split me apart." She let out a throaty moan of eager anticipation.
"Hush now," I grinned, "Baby girl, you're going to want to see this." I purred right in her ear. My magic formed the object I had in my mind's eye. A black leather collar formed Right in the palm of my hand. Just for her…
"Now show me that pretty little neck of yours, sweet child." Milim was certainly becoming quite the good girl, not even needing to be told twice before she bore that pale, slender neck of hers to me.
That made the act of securing the collar around her neck all the more satisfying. "Now you're going to want to watch closely, Baby." I said, failing to hide the hungry grin on my face, while I tugged on the leash made of my magic. Pulling her up to gaze down the valley of her pert breasts. Right to where we were connected. My dick splitting open the pink petals of her little sopping wet pussy. "So tell me, what do you see?"
She swallowed thickly, biting her lip nervously while looking between me and my shaft. "Y-you're so big," she said in wonderment, her tiny digits brushing against the still exposed parts of my anatomy. Part of it was wonder, the other half was in disbelief. "There's still so much to go… I-I don't think it will fit."
I ran my hand through her hair as I manifested more pillows to prop her up. "No, it won't… not yet. And that's ok." I reassured her.
She let out another groan in a mix of discomfort and pleasure when I ground my hips into hers. Prodding her deepest depths with my length. "Don't worry, we'll just have to work… on it. For now, I just want you to enjoy this." The sharp intake of breath from her, when I started to pull out, was like music to my ears. As I kept a steady pace. Intent on making this a slow and methodical ruination of her flesh.
Each and every time I pulled out she would gasp in delight, her hips bucking, and her legs wrapped around my waist urging me to go faster, to fuck her just that bit harder. Especially now that we had settled into a rhythm of sorts.
"Ah… ah, oh Daddy," she mewled, her hips bucking, thighs trembling with bliss. "Daddy- ah right there!"
She threaded one of her hands through my golden locks and our lips met in a passionate kiss as she screamed her way right through another blistering climax.
"Fuck, you're so sexy," I groaned into her mouth, finally breaking free of her tantalising embrace. Grinning when I found where her other hand had wandered off to. "Now we can't have THAT," I purred, pulling her hand from her sensitive little pink kitty, causing her to whimper in dismay.
"Daddy, please… I was- I was soo cloosse…!"
"Now, now," I chided her gently, cuffs forming around her wrists, ankles, and thighs. Then the cuffs around her thighs and ankles were connected by small chains that snaked their way up her body, attaching to her collar along with the cuffs on her wrists with my magic. Leaving her helpless to my tender mercies. "GOOD GIRLS! Listen to their Daddy, don't they?" I asked, questioning her softly. While with one hand, my fingers replaced hers on her sensitive pleasure button, her hips bucking as much as they could on my palm. While I ground myself deep inside her. And my other hand found its way up to the twin peaks that were her rosy little nipples. She shivered involuntarily when my rough palm scraped against her sensitive nipple. But she squealed when my fingers pinched her nipple roughly and then I tugged on it harshly.
"YESSSS," she hissed between clenched teeth, "Daddy, YeSSS!" almost instantly coming undone on my cock.
"Good." I hummed my approval. Pulling out of her silken sex to spin her around so that she was face down, ass up. The still ruby red cheeks of her ass on full display. The red of her rear made for an excellent contrast between the rest of her pale skin.
Even this new position didn't stop her from shaking her needy derriere at me, showing me just how desperate and eager for my cock she was. Only stopping when I rested my hands on her hips. My cock resting in between the cheeks of her glorious rear end. Sending a shudder of anticipation through her.
She let out a whimper when I prodded against her virginal rose, but notably she didn't protest. Not that I had any intention of claiming her back door. It wasn't time for that, not yet… that would come in time. I might be a dragon, a beast known to be ruled by our desires, our passion, more than anything else. But even I haven't fallen so low as to do something she didn't want.
"Don't worry Baby, we won't be doing anything you aren't ready for." I grinned, shifting my position ever so slightly until I sank back into the warm and waiting depths of her cunt with a groan and a sigh. "Besides, that's something that will take time and practice, but ONLY if you want it."
"OOOH- OOOKAAY," she groaned in relief, tightening up nicely as I started out slow and tender, but quickly I began to pick up my pace.
"Please Daddy! Right there, harder Daddy, Hard-" she started, only to be cut off mid chant by the sudden window rattling, toe curling moan that tore from her throat. When she came, squirting all over the sheets.
I couldn't help the snort that escaped my mouth, despite my best efforts. Especially when inadvertently I created a new skill.
[Acquisition of Unique skill: Blissful Domination successful]
'Oh, what is that?' I wondered as I playfully swatted Milim's ass. Causing that delicious rear of hers to jiggle tantalizingly.
[Analysis complete, Answer: if one submits to you, it triples their pleasure by a factor of ten. They become yours mind, body, and soul.]
'Is that so…?'
[Do you wish to activate skill?]
That was the question, wasn't it? Did I want to turn Milim into a cock drunk sex slave?
"Daddy, yes!" she chanted like it was a mantra. Turning her head as best she could to gaze at me, to look at me with eyes full of devotion, love and trust…
I didn't need that look to know that just the thought of enslaving Milim to my will would be an utter travesty. In fact, just the thought alone, it affronted my very instincts as a Dragon God. 'No,' I decided.
[Attention: requirements met. Acquisition of Unique Skill: The Bonded]
[Analysis complete: by injecting your magicules into a willing subject, a bond can be formed, one that will increase their strength by a factor of four, and not even death will claim them. Making an eventual promotion of an individual to an equivalent immortal race possible.]
'Well now,' I grinned, acting entirely on my draconic instincts as the information filled my mind, I just couldn't help myself.
"Oh, Daddy guh-" she shrieked, cut off abruptly when I tugged harshly on her collar and leash, cutting her off mid shriek as I stood from the bed. Leaving her suspended midair, supported only by her collar that cut off her airway. And my prick. As I started a partial transformation midway, through fucking her brutally. Her hips and rear coloring from red to purple from the repeated brutal thrusts.
Little whimpers and gasps, the only sounds that were able to escape her lips, as I did my level best to breed her, to plant my seed within her fertile womb. Despite knowing full well that unless we both wished it, it was impossible for my seed to take. At this point, I couldn't help myself. I was being driven entirely by my instincts. I felt power flowing toward my jaw, my teeth having grown into fangs crackling with power.
I think that at some point, on some instinctive level, Milim realized what was going to happen next. Because despite still being bound and strangled by her collar, she tilted her head, exposing the nape of her neck and the creamy pale expanse of one shoulder. The steamy look in her eyes practically begging me to do it, to mark her.
Then the next thing I knew, I was on top of her; the leash slipping from my grasp, all of my weight bearing down upon her, as I forced her head into the sheets of the bed. My tongue licked that expanse of tender flesh, preparing it for what was to come while I built up to my climax. With several powerful, erratic thrusts into her deepest depths.
Then, right as I was about to climax, I bit down into her neck… hard, as hard as I could in a partially transformed state. My magic poured into her, working in concert with my skill, as I tasted the crimson twang of her blood. Then I came inside her, filling her well beyond the bursting point with my seed.
Milim let out one final bliss filled squeal as she climaxed right alongside me for the last time. Her pussy juices squirting out in a toe curling current that soaked the bed, my legs, and balls alike.
When all was said and done, I had spent my load and removed my fangs from her shoulder. I saw I hadn't left behind a vicious ragged tear, but as if it had already healed, I left behind a fresh scar. More of a patch of discolored skin, more like a birthmark really, at the center of which, resting just above her collarbone, I could see what was the beginnings of a small black four-pointed star.
She was a credit to her Dragonoid race because it wasn't more than mere moments after we were spent. She broke through the leather ties restraining her arms and legs. Now that my magic wasn't there to reinforce the restraints.
"S-sorry Daddy," she stammered, flushing pink when I snorted in amusement. "I didn't mean to break them." One of her hands tracing over the tattered remains of her collar and bands as they slipped from around her pretty little neck.
"Nah, it's fine," I grinned, pulling her in close for a light peck on the lips. "If you like it so much, we can get you a real collar later rather than a facsimile made of magic."
"I'd like that Daddy." she nodded, resting her head on my broad shoulders as we basked in the afterglow.
"You know you don't have to call me that, right?" I asked. It was fun in the moment, and it certainly was a turn on. So it wasn't like I had any actual complaints about it. "You can call me Veldora, Vel, or even just V. If you want."
"I know, but I want to. Can't i?" she looked up at me with wide, soulful eyes.
"Fine," I sighed. By the gods, she was going to be the death of me, now I know how she conned Carion into volunteering for 'greater' duty. "But only when we're alone or with family, and that includes Rimuru." I hastily added.
She grinned, hugging me tight, "ok, Daddy…" she started to cheer, pausing when the implications of what I said dawned on her. "Wait, does this mean that Rimuru is my sister?" she wrinkled her nose cutely in deep thought.
"Yes," I freely admitted, "she, too, is one of my lovers. There will be more in time." As bad as it was to state things so bluntly, I felt it necessary to get out in front of this, but maybe that was just the last vestiges of my time in a human body talking. Because Milim looked at me blankly, quite puzzled at my admission.
"Of course. It's only normal." She nodded, as if it were only natural. But again, that was the side of me that was once a human acting with human sensibilities. "With a powerful male like you, many women will seek you out, if not for companionship, then for protection at the very least." She added..
"How about we clean up?" I grinned. My inner beast delighted at the thought of more nest mates. "Besides, by now Frey has probably worked herself up into a fit and assembled an army."
"Yeah," she wrinkled her nose again, this time in mock disgust. "I was trying not to mention it, but we stink, and I'm all sticky down there as well." Reaching down between her legs for emphasis, she scooped up a heaping hand full of cum from inside her pussy. "You are rather tasty though, and I'd like to have another go. Even if I'm a bit sore." she giggled, popping her cum soaked digits into her mouth.
"Say, do you have a bath in here or something?" she asked, looking around the endless void with a gimlet gaze.
"No," I failed to hide the chuckle that escaped my lips, "besides, it would be rude to make them wait any longer, wouldn't it, Baby girl?" I said, bringing forth the aspect of my being that was destruction. And much like I had during my time with Rimuru, I scoured us clean in the flames of destruction. Though now that I thought about it, this space was mine to control. However, I wished, so why couldn't I install a bath much like I did with a bed? That could wait for later, however.
"Yes, Daddy." she flushed, feeling herself coated in literal flames of annihilation. It clung to her skin, tingling as it scoured her clean of the sweat, semen, and her own cum. It even scoured the soaked bed clean until it was as if their tryst hadn't even happened. Though she knew that not to be true, not with the pleasant ache in her core, that even pain nullification didn't dampen. And the fullness, that sense of completion she could feel deep inside, as if it were coming directly from her womb.
Thankfully It took little time for us to find her clothes, it seemed that luck was on our side. Because they were quite easy to find within the infinite void that was my personal pocket dimension.
"So…" I started, gaining her attention once she was dressed. "That plan of yours that you mentioned… I'm going to assume that you didn't mean to carve him up like… a turkey?"
She stilled midway through, slipping on a boot, her cheeks going a bright red. "No… it's just I got a little serious and now he's not healing like he should."
I winced. It was exactly as I had feared. Being one of the Dragonoid race she is for all intents and purposes the closest thing to a true dragon in this world without actually being a true dragon herself. And it is that existence that allowed her to inherit certain abilities that she might not have had access to otherwise. Like most importantly, the corrosive and highly destructive aspect of a true dragon's Haki and magic.
For us true dragons, destruction is a part of our very nature. Intertwined into the core of our very beings, our magic. And it's all the more troubling that she was able to access that part of herself without being taught how.
This couldn't be left alone. No matter what I do now. She would need to be taught. And we could start with fixing Carrion. "It's ok I'll help you-"
"Thank you," she cried, cutting me off as she leapt into my arms.
"It's ok, you're important to me and I would have helped you out, anyway. That mark means that you're mine now. And I'm not the type to let what's mine get away." I grinned, kissing her deeply.
She moaned into our kiss, grinding her panty clad sex against my growing erection. "Are you sure we don't have time for another round, Daddy?" she said breathily, gazing up at me through hooded lashes.
"I'm sure, besides after that I need to teach you how to control dragon haki. You'll need it for when you evolve." I grinned, opening up a portal back.
"EHHH!" The look on her face was priceless. But more than that, the shocked look of terror on Frey's face that was a sight to behold. It made me wish I had a camera. I couldn't help the smirk that spread across my face. It seemed that she was more than capable of freeing herself from that prison. How… fun.
She took a reflexive step back When I stepped through the portal, caught between looking like she was ready to bolt and leap to Milim's defense.
"Daddy, Stop that!" Milim hissed, elbowing me in the side. Totally ruining the moment I was oh so enjoying and my fun.
"Fine…" I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Milim, what's going on?" Frey asked, still eyeing me whirly, not unlike one would a poisonous asp.
"Frey, He's here to help. He's on our side…" she said, but quickly had to correct herself. "Well, he's on my side, and on Rimuru's side, so that means that he's not on Clayman's side, at the very least. We had a talk."
It was an effort of will not to laugh out loud, if what she meant by 'talk' was that I bent her over my knee and spanked her like a recalcitrant child until she spilled everything. While also finding out that she had a Daddy/spanking kink a mile wide, then yes, we 'talked.' we 'talked' all over that dimensional pocket alright. We 'talked' so much that I did my level best to fuck her into a coma. So much so that she currently has an ever so slight limp and her belly is now filled with my seed.
"Yes, I know everything that went on with your hair-brained scheme… not that it was bad mind," I hastily tacked on when I saw the displeased look on Milim's face. "You only missed one thing-"
"Missed what?!" Frey hissed rather waspishly, rudely cutting me off now that she wasn't so afraid of me.
"You missed the sliver of true dragon haki that Milim has and the magic that it grants her access to even if unconsciously, its highly potent, dangerous magic that signifies that soon Milim will be ready to evolve."
"What?!" the ladies said in unison.
"Yeah," I nodded, "it's like I said. It's why I'm actively suppressing that aspect of your nature. You'll need to train with me to get a handle on it. But for now I'd like to see Carrion. A True Dragon's haki has a habit of lingering and naturally wants to destroy anything that it comes in contact with. That is the reason why he isn't healing as he should."
After that, they both needed little prompting to take me straight to Carrion. Who was bed ridden in on the lowest levels of Fray's castle. Here the beast king lay, bed bound and swaddled in bandages from head to toe. How didn't Clayman figure out that he was being played? Surely he didn't think that Carrion had gone down so easily?
Once I had gotten past the admittedly well hidden barrier containing his power, I knew exactly where the king was. So how had Clayman not figured this out? If I were in his position unless I had Carrion's severed head on my desk, I would never believe that he was dead. Was Milim's act just that good?
Either way, it didn't really matter. What mattered was getting the king back on his feet.
"Soo… either I'm really that bad and I'm seeing things or that's the storm lord right there." Carrion tried to joke. Grimacing in pain when he tried to sit up.
"I am." I nodded in respect.
"Well, shit…" was his rather succinct reply.
'Well shit indeed,' I thought. I could tell just by looking at him that he was all but rotting away from the inside. The smell of death clung to him and I didn't need to enhance my senses to see that. Where it anyone else they'd be dead by now. Not slowly healing. But at this rate, it would take years and he would never recover. "I don't know how to put this. So I'm going to be blunt. You're not dying, but neither are you healing. I can help if you'll let me. You have fragments of a dragon's Haki clinging to you and that is the source of your condition."
"Ok, then what do I need to do?" It was that snap decision that rose my opinion of the man all the more.
"Nothing," I said, stepping up to his bedside. "Just lie back. And I'll do what I can."
He nodded, as I rose a hand to hover over him. My power heeding my call.
Scales grew, bursting forth from my hand, covering it like a gauntlet made of the blackest midnight. My magic, a true dragon's magic, had never been attuned for anything other than destruction. No, that wasn't true. My brother Veldanava, the Star dragon king, had been skilled at a great many things, one of them being healing. And as his brother, and as a dragon god, it should be well within my power to do the same. I just had to thread the needle between healing and destruction. What could possibly go wrong?
I let out a sigh, focusing only on the spell I wished to create, as my power coalesced along my arm, glinting and glimmering off my scales, not unlike stars in the night's sky.
Like falling snow, or a meteor shower, visible flecks of spiritron particles started to coalesce, then fall. It was right when I was about to complete my spell. The first of its kind Holy Dragon Magic, Megáli therapeía, that was when I was hit by what was most likely the most ill timed notification.
[notice Ultimate skill: Sitri Empress of Desire is now active]
Unbidden, my skill came roaring to life like a bull in a china shop faster than I could react. And all I could do was ride it out as it entwined with my magic. There was a surge of power and then a bright flash of light that blinded even me. 'Well, shit!'
"That was quite the light show, but at least I feel better." a hazy blob person said, whose feminine voice I distinctly couldn't place. As I blinked the spots out of my vision.
"HeY, what happened to my voice?" they shrieked. The visage of a blonde bombshell finally coming into focus.
"You're not Carrion…" I couldn't help but state a pit of dread building in my gut. "Are you?"
Both Milim and Frey were clearly too stunned to speak. Both of them staring blankly at the blonde beastman girl, the stacked, half naked, leggy beauty of a beastman girl. Who admittedly looked like she could be Carrion's little sister in the right light.
"Yes, I am." she scowled at me. "You did this to me!" that all but cemented my dread.
"Well, shit…"