Wings with a black, obsidian skeleton and mbranes made from magma, John didn’t need to guess who that was. ‘Guess that answers my question…’ John thought as he walked down the impact crater. ‘This is the Cataclysm all over again.’
“What are you doing, John?” Lydia demanded to know.
“Relax,” he shouted back. “It is just Nathalia.”
“Do not speak of in such a dismissive manner, whelp,” the dragoness growled up from her lower position, her knife-shaped ears picking up every word.
"Let's instead talk about how she squashed a dragon under her granny ass," Salamander cackled. Nathalia's growl made the earth quiver; her wings folded back and revealed her in her full glory.
The light-brown skin of Nathalia was mostly hidden underneath obsidian scales. Covering her arms and legs completely, toes and fingers ending in sharp claws, and hugging onto the curves of her hourglass figure, they glanced sharply in the sun. There was a cut-out in the middle of her body, starting just below her belly button and then parting upwards in a V-shape, barely covering her nipples. Nathalia wouldn’t have objected to running around naked, would probably even have preferred it, John guessed. However, her Libido of 130 made even the touch of air upon her sensitive areas a pleasuring distraction, so she covered herself up as lightly as she could.
The scales narrowed again above her chest, framing the diamond-shaped orange stone in her collarbone, finally growing up her neck and ending at the sides of her face. ‘Both sides,’ as John noted, ‘she used to cover only one side with them…my love for symtry is pleased.’
A spiky tail whipped the ground in impatience as the group stepped closer. It was beneath the dragoness to co and et them halfway. “Didn’t an to offend you, I was just calming the princess down,” John explained once he had gotten out of shouting and into speaking range.
“First I et Gaia for a second ti and now Nathalia,” Lydia crossed her arms with a perplexed expression, “today is full of surprises.”
“I am sure my presence is offending to one of Romulus’ underlings,” Nathalia said.
“I have no love for the emperor, he is simply the one at the top. I also have a ssage from Luna for you,” the princess answered and relayed what Luna had requested.
Nathalia listened with one long eyebrow raised, her wings and tail disappearing into her body as she did. “It is of course not Luna’s place to tell what I may take with or not, but you have my gratitude for relaying this ssage, mortal,” the dragoness finally said, her golden eyes looking over the group.
“So, this is the full extent of your harem, John? I must say I am impressed,” her eyes lingered on Salamander for a mont. “You are lucky there is no water around here.”
“See!” Gno burst out. “I told you! Hide when she is here.”
“I will do nothing of the sort. I ain’t afraid of this GILF,” Salamander said. In response her three sisters, worried for the blaze elental’s well-being, shoved Salamander into the grasp of Gno’s hands. There was a lot of cursing involved, but by the end, the fire spirit was pacified.
“P-please excuse her,” Gno apologized with a bow.
“For her own safety, keep her quiet,” Nathalia pulled back her lips and revealed her sharp, predatory teeth. “Adorable elentals you have there, but there seems to be one missing. I sense a fifth one… don’t move.” That warning was entirely unnecessary, as Nathalia was right next to him before he could react anyhow.
Her hand grabbed at his shadow, sinking in the slightest bit before pulling Siena out by her hair. The nightmare elental was very much displeased by this treatnt. “Stop,” she hissed in a demanding tone. Nathalia didn’t stop. Instead she made it a point to rip her out in one go and toss her on the floor.
“That’s no way to treat a lady!” Siena said, anger and sexual teasing mixing in her voice.
“That you think of yourself a lady is sothing I do not care at all about,” Nathalia said and inspected the shadow elental; “I am rely inspecting my future partner’s servant. You are interesting enough.”
“Hold the phone, ya lizard,” Rave stepped between John and Nathalia, “ya don’t get to call him your future partner, he’s my boyfriend!”
“Like you could stop . Step down before I forget my graciousness and cut you down,” the dragoness growled.
“Now listen here, if ya don’t be at the very least respectful, I will not allow John to sleep with ya any-“ Nathalia grabbed Rave by the throat and lifted her from the ground.
“You will not separate from what I desire,” the goddess of volcano’s anger weaved through her every word, her body radiating heat, the dusty floor at her feet slowly lting and turning to glass.
“Stop!” John demanded, crossing the distance between them as quickly as his feet allowed.
Nathalia sent a glare his way. “I will stop, if only because you’re more useful to appeased,” the dragoness declared, words that clashed with her claws tightening around Rave’s throat. “First, however, she will learn to respect what she cannot control!”
John’s thoughts were racing. If they all attacked her at once and Thana went all out, maybe they could… but he didn’t want to fight Nathalia unless absolutely necessary. There had to be another way.
There was another way.
John opened his character screen and hamred points into Charisma.
Pretty close, considering their level gap. Thana was just ridiculous.
For so reason Nathalia smiled with wild anticipation. “As much as I hate your insolence, a good sparring has been denied to for too long,” the gaps between her scales started glowing with the red of molten stone. “I will give you a chance and limit myself to this form.”
“Yeah, right,” Thana said, and then they went at each other. The eting of their fists was a thundering echo that sent a shockwave through the air that cleaned the ash covered ground around them.
“What is my life?” John asked for the third ti today.
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