First Demonic Dragon

- The Island of Sicily, Italy. 

A handsome young foreigner could be seen sitting at an outdoor table just outside of a well known restaurant. 

Surrounding him were the nine most beautiful women this island had ever seen; each of them wearing the bright sundresses that emphasized their figures and floppy hats. 

They really seemed to be embracing this whole island vacation look that their husband had told them about. 

"We're getting stared at more here than we did in America." Bekka said in disgust. 

Abaddon tilted down his own sunglasses and made eye contact with a number of old men and women who were immediately scared off by his inhuman red eyes. 

"Yes, well... let's try not to worry about them too much, yea? We didn't come here because we were looking to choose this place as our starting position after all."

His eyes drifted towards a particular mountain in the distance; a volcano that was once famous for it's active explosions. 

"We came for our family. Our child has already been trapped beneath this horrible place for far too long."

Next to him, Valerie gave his hand a strong squeeze as she looked more joyous and hopeful than he had ever seen before. 

"Let's go get our son. I know he's eager to get out and stretch his legs for a bit."

- Sheol

In Asmodeus & Yara's home, the sound of laughter could be heard along with the soft playing of music.

Usually, the mother and father of the dragon god do not see very many guests in their home. 

With a love that burned hotter than 10,000 suns, an abundance of free time, and three grown children that no longer lived with them, their sex life was so active that it hardly ever ended. 

However, for the past week or so their loving and lecherous antics had been put on hold. 

At the request of their only son, they had been entertaining a rather important guest from earth and getting her acclimated to life here. 

Imani, the charming cymbee that she was, seemed to get along quite well with the parents of Abaddon. 

Through their shared love of him, they realized that they had a great deal of things to talk about and had ended up forming a very fast friendship. 

Currently, the three of them were sitting on the couch in the den, sharing stories that would horrify their only son like none other. 

"-And then he came outside in an extra depressed mood that afternoon, and when I asked him what was wrong he said his confession to his first grade teacher hadn't gone off like he wanted it to."

"Oh really now?"

Asmodeus grabbed a pen and paper and started preparing to write this story down for further blackmail against his loud-mouthed boy. "Please, tell us this story from the beginning, and be sure not to leave anything out."

Feeling a bit mischievous, Imani divulged this entire story to her new friends and learned that it was even funnier the second time around than the first. 

"That boy... I have no idea what his fascination with older women was, but he seemed to be rather adamant that age was only a number." she laughed. 

"Well... You may have contributed to that attraction just a bit, Imani." Yara said truthfully. 

"Eh?"

"Didn't you say that you were naked in that pond for all of those years? And you apparently weren't very stingy with skinship in that time." Asmodeus mentioned. 

Imani's cheeks darkened as she looked down at her own body in disbelief. 

*In creole* "I corrupted my baby boy..." (This is not fully true but it certainly didn't help Carter's chances either)

Yara and Asmodeus fell back in a fit of dramatic laughter as Imani's blush only deepened. 

Embarrassed at her prior thoughtlessness, Imani finally stopped holding back and poured herself a glass of the liquor that Asmodeus and Yara had already started drinking without her. 

Just before she could gulp it down carelessly, Asmodeus paced hi hand over her glass to stop her from making a mistake. 

"Woah there, Imani. You might want to take it easy since alcohol here is assuredly a bit stronger than what you're used to. Let me water it down for you at least."

For some reason, the blush on Imani's face seemed to only get deeper and deeper before she inevitably catapulted herself to the other side of the couch. 

"I-I'm fine! Honest!"

"Wait, Imani, you don't-"

Before Asmodeus could stop her, the charming Cymbee threw back a mouthful of specialty liquor produced only in Sheol. 

Now I must mention that dragons have a high tolerance for alcohol and poison. 

Transcendent dragons even more so. 

And it just so happens that they also LOVE to party. 

Therefore, when it was discovered that drinking had lost it's particular delightfulness for Abaddon's created race, steps had to be taken. 

Darius, Sheol's famous alcoholic and manwhore, along with Valerie, the beloved goddess of beauty and festivals, put their heads together to create a one of a kind strain of alcohol that could get the job done. 

If a human drank it, a single shot would be enough to make their kidneys fail, and their delirium would have lasted for days. 

Asmodeus & Yara weren't sure what it would do to a creature who was not enhanced by Abaddon's blood, but they had the suspicious feeling they were about to find out. 

'She should be fine... right?' 

- 6 minutes later. 

"Y-Your home is rrreally hot today, you guys..!"

"..I can cool the air for you if you-"

"No need!"

Against the expectations of the older couple, Imani suddenly stood up drunkenly and peeled off her dress. 

...And then she immediately fell over, and hit the ground in a giggling fit.

Asmodeus looked away out of respect but Yara seemed to be slightly incapable, almost as if she couldn't believe what was actually happening.

"I'll... get her into bed." Yara suddenly said. 

"Probably for the best." Asmodeus chuckled. 

The silver dragoness got up from her seat beside her husband and moved to help up their new friend. 

However, she had not yet anticipated just how floundery the young cymbee would be, and she accidentally dropped her onto her husband's very lap. 

"Kyaa!"

Immediately, Asmodeus put his hands in the air like he was being held at gunpoint by the police. "Look at my hands, Yara! See them in the air? I'm not doing anything!"

Against all of his expectations, his wife merely laughed as Imani pouted drunkenly in his lap. 

"Kounye a sa vle di... Are you saying I'm ugly..? You're hurting my feelings, bèl..." (Now that's mean; handsome.)

Before Asmodeus knew what was happening, Imani grabbed him by the face and kissed him forcefully, with strength that she shouldn't have possessed. 

The god of darkness started to pull away but the sensation of the charming cymbee's lips were more intoxicating than he anticipated. 

Before he knew what he was doing, he had wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her deeper into his embrace. 

That was until he felt a very, very, familiar gaze piercing into his skull, and he pulled away in an instant. 

Though looking up at Yara, he found her giving him a very different look than what he had expected. 

Less murderous, more curious. 

He could only imagine that she was trying to think of a creative way to decorate the walls with her entrails. 

"Now, my love... Let's remember just how much our boy loves this woman. It wouldn't do well to hurt her."

Despite his best words to dissuade her otherwise, Yara grabbed Imani forcefully by the hair and pulled her away from her husband's neck. 

"Yara, you can't- Oh, nevermind."

Instead of trying to pull Imani's head off, Yara instead bought Imani's lips to her own, in what was a much more intense kiss than before. 

Feeling outdone, confused, and aroused, Asmodeus grabbed them both and pulled the women into his lap, alternating between kissing the two and watching them kiss each other. 

In the midst of this, he had a private conversation with Yara via their shared connection. 

'Is there a reason why you're letting her keep her head?'

'W-Well, she protected our son, you know? She nurtured him without objection even when there was nothing he could have done for her. Since she has done right by the most precious thing we share, I figure she has a right to come into our bed. As long as it is her... I don't mind.'

'...Why do I feel like this is not the only reason for your decision?'

'...D-Do you want to interrogate me or do you want to take your clothes off?!'

'...?'

Ever since Abaddon had made his father into a three headed monster, Asmodeus had gained the ability to split himself just like his son could. 

The only problem with that was that Asmodeus didn't have nine wives to balance things out, he only had one. 

Yara had been living the past two weeks like she was on the set of a 'Blacked' video and she needed some kind of buffer to ensure that her body was not prematurely worn out. 

And besides, she liked Imani and she found her to be extremely attractive as well. 

This was the first person that she had ever met whom she did not mind sharing Asmodeus with. 

Drunkenly, Imani started to pull Yara out of her dress before starting to work on Asmodeus. 

*Ding-Dong!*

Just before she could get him undressed, the doorbell to their home rang and the three of them stared at it collectively. 

As the only one who was still clothed, Asmodeus naturally had to get up and answer the door, although it could not be said that he was happy about it. 

Looking over his shoulder, he found that the two girls were continuing without him!

Whoever was at his door better have had a damn good reason for interrupting or he was going to blow their head off!

Snapping his fingers, Asmodeus sent Yara and Imani up to the bedroom in an instant before pulling the door open and finally attending to his guests. 

Outside, he found two young men he would always be happy to see. (Not right now though.)

Both of his grandsons were standing outside the front door with their ears plugged, just as they'd always been instructed by their parents to do whenever they came to visit their grandparents. 

Briefly, Asmodeus was very surprised to see Belloc standing beside Apophis. 

The youngest of the Tathamet children wore a simple black hoodie that was only halfway zipped up to reveal his bare chest underneath and gray pants that were rolled up past his ankles. 

'This is the first time I've ever seen his adult form before... I can say without a doubt that he has inherited my good looks!'

"Grandfather, we need your help." Apophis said seriously. 

"O-Oh? Well boys, now really isn't the best time you see, why don't you fetch your grandpa Hajun? I'm sure he can help you with-"

"We're going to get him too. We need all hands on deck for this."

"...I see.. and what is so serious that you need all of this manpower?"

Apophis proudly placed his hand upon his silent younger brother's shoulder and smiled. " Belloc is going to confess to Stheno today. He needs all of the support he can get."

Asmodeus twitched as if he was having difficulties processing what he'd just heard. 

In an instant, he poked his head back inside the house and yelled loud enough for the women upstairs to hear him. 

"Girls, I'll be back shortly! Don't exhaust each other before I get back!"

Once he closed the door, he turned back around to see both of his grandsons looking slightly sick and embarrassed. 

"Umm..."

"We can go and just-"

"Don't be silly, boys!"

In an instant, Asmodeus threw his arms around both young men and smiled happily with his head towards the sky. 

"This is glorious occasion I wouldn't dare miss! Love is in the air today, my grandsons! Now let's go snatch some for ourselves, hm?"

""Yeah!!""