First Demonic Dragon

Izanami was painfully aware of the sound of her own heartbeat.

But once she allowed herself to feel the fullness of the moment, she was swallowed by more dread than she could handle.

Everything was so real.

This feeling of his hand against her cheek. The enticing warmth of his skin, and the scent of his hai-

"Y-Your…hair..?" Izanami pointed.

"Hm?" Abaddon tried to glance at the top of his own head. "I thought you liked it low?"

Izanami had seen Abaddon in his human disguise once and had an immense fascination with waves ever since. But she never told him that.

She never told anyone.

"T-This isn't happening..." Izanami clutched her head. While her gaze was downcast, she suddenly realized an absolutely abhorrent fact.

She was completely naked.

"KYAAAA!!!!!"

"H-Hey!"

Abaddon made a confused expression as Izanami tried to toss herself out of bed with a blanket wrapped around her figure.

"My love?"

"Y-Your what?!?"

Izanami was so flustered that she tripped halfway to the closet. She would have hit her nose on the ground if it were not for Abaddon catching her at the last moment.

This only made her feel more self conscious.

Even as she rested in his embrace, she couldn't bring herself to look at him. Nor could she bare the feeling of his hands on her skin.

"Y-You shouldn't touch me…"

Abaddon's concern practically tripled. "Since when has my wife asked me not to touch her..?"

Izanami's pupils trembled.

She never expected for one singular word to hit her with the force of an anvil.

"… I'm not your wife." Izanami tried to stand up.

Abaddon pulled her into his lap abruptly. He slipped one hand between her legs and grazed over her lower region.

Izanami practically jumped out of her skin. "W-What are you-"

"Shhh.." he whispered.

Sitting above a small patch of neatly trimmed hair was a symbol that Izanami had seared into her memory.

She had only seen the top of it on the days when the family had a beach day and the wives wore bikinis, but she could vividly recall seeing this mark.

And now, it was on her.

Abaddon grabbed her hand. He showed her the egregiously extravagant ring on her finger.

"These two things would say differently… Wouldn't they?"

His soft lips grazed against her ears, and his soft words soothed her very soul.

Izanami's eyes watered.

'Stop it.' She begged. 'Stop it, stop it, stop it…'

She felt Abaddon tilt her head towards him again. And despite all her power, she felt completely incapable of turning away.

He kissed her.

Abaddon kissed her.

Izanami was no love stricken fool. She knew it wasn't real. But this was the closest that she would ever get to experiencing his embrace…

His lips were full and warm. She felt like she was being devoured by him.

Her head spun as she literally felt the weight of his attraction towards her. It was euphoric.

It was bliss.

It was terrifying.

'Why are you being so cruel to me..?' She asked.

This time, the voice actually did give her an answer.

Oh, darling. I'm only giving you what you want.

Izanami hated that she even asked.

She broke the kiss first. Her tears had already bubbled over and spilled down her face. Her true face.

"Do I not disgust you..?" She asked, her tears turning black.

Abaddon's face became more horrific. His body larger, and his heads multiplied.

"Do I not horrify you?" He asked in response.

Izanami bit her lip as she shook her head. "You could never…"

"Then how can you expect me not to feel the same about you..? You are beauty beyond description."

Izanami hated many things about this illusion. She hated how invasive it was. How fragile it made her feel.

But more than anything, she hated how realistic it all felt. Because she knew that these were things he would actually say to her.

All of this made her so much more disgusted with herself for being swayed by it.

She was pathetic. She was weak. She was a fool.

She was in love.

"…Will you touch me..?" She asked quietly.

The echoes of the words hung between them for a long time. As if they were both surprised that she asked.

Eventually, Abaddon smiled at her so warmly that it made her heart ache.

"My darling Izanami… I hope you know I can't resist you when you ask me like that."

Abaddon lifted her up into his arms. He carried her into the bed.

As his body loomed over hers, Izanami no longer covered herself.

In fact, she held her arms out openly and pleaded for him to come to her.

If this was a dream, she would revel in it. If this were a nightmare, she would welcome the terrors it would bring her later.

Abaddon kissed her much more desperately than before.

And after he left her breathless, he began a slow trail from her neck, to her breasts, then her stomach, and eventually, her flower that was already dripping.

Izanami was naturally a terse and unfeeling woman. Cold and unreachable.

But on this night, she abandoned all of her dignity. Left every modicum of modesty on the floor with her blankets.

She screamed and moaned for him like a songbird. She said things that she never believed that she would think, let alone utter.

She lost count of how many times she told him she loved him. And every time that he said it back, the orgasm that ripped through her was stronger than any force or power she had ever known.

She equated it to dying of a drug overdose. But instead of your mind and body shutting down as dopamine floods your cortexes, it was more like every cell in your body was quietly being caressed, teased, and smothered with it until the next thing you knew, the point of no return was around 2 billion miles behind you.

She could never go without this again.

Long ago, she heard Abaddon and his father talking about how loving them was a curse in some ways. Only now did she think she understood.

She had never been a lustful woman. But this act had thoroughly imparted upon her a need she may very well never forget.

She loved everything about this act. The feeling of being lifted up like a feather by his huge body. Or having her stomach filled with more of him than she could take. More than anything, she liked seeing his strong face filed with ecstasy as he thrusted inside of her.

She was making him feel good too.

And that single thought practically drove her insane with wild delight.

Izanami was placed in many positions and Abaddon thoroughly explored every pleasurable aspect of her body. She hid nothing from him.

Sometimes her form was flawless, at others it was her true appearance. She never knew which was which.

She loved not knowing. Not caring.

Every part of her, from the crown of her hair, to the soles of her feet felt adored and cared for.

For the first time in so, so, long, Izanami didn't hate herself. She felt such relief that she wept. She was beautiful. She was desirable.

The hours, no the days passed by without consequence to her. She never concerned herself with anything that wasn't attached to her husband's body.

But even as a primordial goddess, this was the most exercise that Izanami had had in… ever, actually.

Even though she wanted to keep going, eventually her body gave out on her.

She passed out on top of him, naked, dripping with sweat, and filled with enough seed to sire ten generations of Tathamets.

When she awoke, it was probably a few days later. If not a full week.

To her relief, Abaddon was still sleeping beside her. His chest steadily rising and falling as he held her in his sleep.

She felt the rod she had become so familiar with pressing between her butt and resting against her back. It was still standing tall.

Her immediate worry was that she had fainted before he could be fully satisfied.

'I… should work on my stamina.' She thought in embarrassment.

Her hand immediately went to her stomach where she grabbed at her bit of excess flesh in annoyance.

She wondered if human work outs had any merit to divine bodies…

Aren't you forgetting something?

Izanami's heart skipped a beat as she heard that same sweet, sultry voice in her head once again.

She glanced at the far corner of the room where another full length mirror hung on the wall.

And once again, staring back at her, was herself. Or some twisted aberration.

How could she have forgotten… none of this was even real.

Come closer, sweet. Let's talk a little more.