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The late afternoon breeze caressed him like a gentle lover would, distracting Miles from his task in the garden now and then - the Omega pausing in his herb collection to tilt his head back and bask in the tentative embrace of the cool wind, his eyes closed and his scent sweet and filling the air.
Miles let out a blissful sigh, his eyes slowly opening. He went back to his task of herb gathering, a small smile on his lips. Something at the corner of his eye once again pulled him to a halt and his eyes narrowed a little as he concentrated on feeling the energies around him. His lips twitched in amusement and his eyes crinkled at the corners.
"And what are you children doing? Just because you're hiding behind trees doesn't mean I can't feel you."
It took some seconds before the groans of young ones rang in the afternoon air. Still on his knees and hands placed on his thighs as he'd taken a sitting position on the grass filled ground, Miles watched with amusement as a familiar group of pouting Satyriskoi (or Satyrisci) came out of their hiding places and made their way over to him.
"Good afternoon, your Royal Highness~" They all greeted as they made their way over to him, a handful of them that were smaller and younger than the other sprinted towards him with pearls of joyous giggles falling from their lips. Miles, fondly exasperated by the name, wisely shifted the basket of herbs out of harm's way, bracing himself for the collision.
A soft grunt left his lips as two of them rammed into him, his super strength coming into play as he didn't budge an inch. "Why, hello children." Miles hugged the two of them, placing gentle kisses on their foreheads. "I take it you all are here for my children." He happily received the other three smaller fledglings, placing gentle kisses on their foreheads as well. They snuggled into his hold, sighing in happiness as his sunflower and honey scent washed over them.
"Can't we come and see our beautiful Queen as well?" One of the bigger children commented, the girl's pouting increasing at the amused look Miles gave to her. "...so, are they around?"
Miles chuckled. "They're all sleeping, I'm afraid. A good afternoon nap is essential for their growth. However..." He snapped his fingers and a clock made out of pure magic appeared before him. "They'd be awake very soon. Knowing those three, they'd do everything in their power not to have a good rest." And then they'd get cranky when he and his mates would try to put them to sleep in the night - as well. Miles heaved an internal, fond sigh.
"Then- then can we stay with you, your Highness?" One of the kids asked, looking up at Miles with a cute expression - her ears twitching in controlled excitement.
"You want to help me gather herbs?" Miles cocked a brow. "Won't that be boring for you bundles of energy?"
"No!" It was said with various tones, some containing giggles.
"Alrighty then!" He picked one of them, the littlest one that was nothing more than a toddler, and placed them on his hip. "Let's get to work, my minions!" He said that in a fake, deep voice, and that had them laughing.
With their help, Miles was able to pick up the much needed help for his potions. He was also able to harvest the ripe fruits and vegetables that he'd been planning to harvest with his mates on a later date. All in all, it was a fun afternoon.
Gasps suddenly rang out and Miles raised his head from the yam patched he'd been looking over with the smaller kids. Walking over to them was a familiar entity and Miles' lips spread in a warm smile.
"Your Majesty!" The Satyriskoi all bowed as they greeted one of the Great Dragon God of the continent, and one of the protector of the Great Forest that was home to every mythical being in said continent.
Covered from head to toe with pitch black scales, the Abyss was a terrifying, yet awe inducing, sight. He had curved horns on his head, and he had no face. A faceless entity that had placed the Mating Mark on Miles' left shoulder.
"Children... Good afternoon..." The Abyss' deep, echoey voice reverberated. It was filled with power and authority, even though Miles knew this was him trying to talk softly. "I see you all have kept my mate company. Many thanks." He patted one of the children's heads, getting a look that was filled with nothing but worship. The rest whispered softly between themselves, whispers that got louder when with just a thought, the entity conjured what seemed to be like apples into their hands. There were gasps of shock and disbelief as they realized what they were holding.
Miles couldn't blame them. The Fruit of the Dragon Gods, or The Dragon's Apple as it was popularly known as, was the holy grail of power ups. Many had sought out Miles' mates in order to attain an apple. The last mortal that had been given an apple founded the empire, and because he was immortal, he left the continent to another one, leaving the empire to be run by his children and their generations - all of them attaining long lives that was a maximum of two hundred and eighty-seven years because of the fruit he'd eaten. Hell, many foolish individuals had tried to invade the Great Forest with the foolish thought that they could capture any of the Dragon Gods and subject them to whatever method they could use to force them to create apples. It was either the Forest and its inhabitants handled the invaders or his mates decimated them - and their home/kingdoms - by themselves.
If one were to eat everything, plus the core and seeds, they'd gain not only immortality but also powerful magic that would rival that of a Sorcerer - and seeing as there were only fifteen Sorcerers in the world, the group of Satyriskoi that had just received these apples were going to tilt the scales. They could do anything like shape-shift or turn literal water to win - which, for the Satyr race, was beyond wonderful.
The Abyss urged them to eat and Miles watched them with veiled concern as they did so. Once they were all done, he could feel the energies in their body building and morphing.
"Once you all attain adulthood, you'd be able to access the full extent of your new powers. That doesn't mean you shouldn't practice. The more you practice, the more you'd become better at mastering it." The Abyss said. "Now, be good kids and run back home now. Your new energy cores will need some few hours to be stabilised in you - which means you're going to sleep deeply. When you get home, inform your parents so that they won't get worried."
"Yes, your Majesty!" The group replied joyously, all of them getting on their hands and knees. They took their time saying goodbye to Miles, the Omega giving them little baskets (which he'd conjured) of fruits to take back home with them. Once they were gone, Miles turned to his mate with an arched brow.
"Was that wise? Giving them apples?"
The Abyss closed the distance between them and pulled Miles to his chest - towering over the Omega with his unnatural height. Miles stared up at him, looking into the swirl that made his face. Both of his mates' humanoid forms lacked faces, and they didn't make any effort to change that whilst in their home. Sure, they took on the appearance of long haired men with beards and glasses when they decided to take the children into various kingdoms on their yearly holiday, but in their home they didn't even bother to make a face. Some of the Satyr found it scary but Miles and the children were used to it.
"I put it in a fail safe. If, later on in life, they decide to use their new power to cause suffering and destruction, it will kill them."
Miles' face went grim. It was harsh but it was necessary. His mates have learnt from their mistake as the only mortal they'd given the apple to without any conditions had caused a war that spanned for twenty years and had seen the death of twenty-five million people in the continent in his quest to unify the continent under his rule. Unfortunately for his mates, they could not intervene as they're forbidden to interfere with the human realm - well, interfere more than they had by giving the apple to that mortal.
"Wait... where's Spot?" Miles asked with a small frown, trying to look around.
"We were taking care of the humans trying to invade the Forest from the East - I left him to handle the rest the moment I got bored with their annoying battle cries and death screams. After that he'll repair the barrier - so he might be there for a while." The entity reduced his height so that he could easily bury his nose in Miles' neck, inhaling his pheromones like a drug.
Miles didn't blink at the sudden change in height as he'd gotten used to it already, rubbing the back of his mate's head with a soft purr. "Come. Help me carry these. I have to prepare dinner."
Even though Miles could make them float in the air and make them follow him with a wave of his hand, he still liked it when his mates helped him with simple tasks. Six, black tendrils emerged from the Abyss' back and they picked up the baskets. Miles grabbed hold of his hand and the two walked side by side - Miles happily telling him about the progress of his new potion.
It has been six years since Miles stumbled upon the Great Forest - mortally injured and clutching his equally injured sister. They'd been on the run after the Church had decided that certain cults, which also included the one they and their parents had been part of, were unholy and needed to be eradicated. The Knights of the Church had waited for them to have their usual bonfire night celebration, the whole of the cult gathered under the full moon, and midway into the celebration the Knights came upon them with their swords raised. Those in the cult that could use magic had sacrificed their lives to ensure that the children got aware but Miles was unaware of their location as he'd been separated from the others. A handful of the Knights had been drawn by his sister's cries and chased after him. Miles had had little magic back then so it had been a difficulty running away from them and keeping his sister safe.
One way, either be it by the mercy and grace of whatever gods had been looking down at him, he came upon the entrance of the Great Forest. Bleeding and battered, he managed to put on foot in before an arrow was shot at him, getting his thigh and making him fall on his side - still clutching his faintly breathing sister.
And when Miles had thought that he and his sister were going to die, he came. The Abyss, in his mighty pitch black dragon glory, had seemingly appeared out of thin air - blending with the night. His tendrils made quick work of the Knights, some of whom tried to run - their blessed armour was nothing when it came to the Abyss' power. Miles could only watch the massacre with wide eyes.
To put Miles at ease, the Abyss had taken a humanoid form but it had no face. With the shock and fear, as well as blood loss, flowing through him, Miles fainted. The Abyss seemed to teleport to his side - grabbing hold of his sister and him as he fell backwards.
Two days later, he woke up - healed and fresh. He'd panicked at first at being in an unknown place but he was pacified with the sight of his very much alive sister playing with the white dragon in a humanoid form - his second mate, Spot.
The Great Forest became their home and Miles would never trade it for anything.
The Abyss stared by the corner watching the Omega work, occasionally helping by bringing items for his mate with his tendrils.
"Hmm... my other self is done. He's currently making his way back." The Abyss spoke up minutes later, his head turned towards the open window.
"What took him so long?" Miles asked, cleaning his hands dry with a towel. The magic stove was turned off as he'd finished cooking. "I even finished preparing dinner before he came back."
"The kingdom that dares to intrude into our home had to be taught a lesson. He had burnt half of it to the ground."
"Ahh."
The Abyss and Spot shared a consciousness. Although they had different personalities, they were still able to know what the other was up to. This was because eons ago, they'd been one entity. But something happened, something not even they could explain, and the one entity that made up the both of them separated. From what little the two could remember, that being had been balance incarnate but had decided to separate. Now, the Abyss and Spot existed - both of them embodying dark and light energies.
When he'd asked why the Abyss had saved him and why Spot wasn't even irritated by his presence - okay, Miles had grown up with myths about them being gods who wouldn't hesitate to kill humans if they breathed wrong - they'd simply told him that his soul, bright and innocent and filled with hidden potential, had called out to them. Something in them wanted him and they didn't hesitate to show their interest in Miles after he and his sister had recuperated.
Two years into their stay in the Forest, Miles finally relented and agreed for them to officially court him. Sure, he also had feelings for them but he'd been skeptical and afraid. Looking back, Miles couldn't help but snort in incredulity at his hesitation.
The entities clicked into his and his sister's lives like they'd always been parts of a missing puzzle. Miles sometimes wondered if all that had happened had been fate's design. Sure, it came at a great cost, but Miles wouldn't change anything for the world. He loved the family he'd built and the Great Forest.
"What has you looking so lost in your thoughts, Little Spider?" The Abyss whispered into his ears, drawing Miles out of the daze he'd unknowingly found himself in - having been so thoroughly consumed by memories. He blinked, realizing that he was in his mate's hold once again - his back to his chest, the hard scales having gone soft and feeling like that of a skin.
"Nothing much. Suddenly got dragged into my head with the memories of the past." Miles sighed softly, leaning into his embrace.
"Well then, Little Spider, let me distract you." The Abyss turned Miles' head to the side and pulled him into a kiss, the entity manifesting a mouth in just seconds. Their kiss went from chaste to deep and filthy in seconds, the entity turning Miles around and holding his waist tight.
With just a single thought, the Abyss had the surface of the kitchen island cleared and he hoisted Miles onto it, getting in between his legs.
"Wait..." Miles said into their kiss, trying to pull away, but the Abyss was persistent when he got like this. "The... hmn... the kids... might wake up... soon..."
The Abyss didn't say anything and simply shut the kitchen door with a tendril, locking it with the key. He started kissing Miles' neck, focusing on his mating mark - the Omega tilting his neck to give him room.
Whilst he kissed away at Miles' neck, his hands and tendrils caressed the Omega's body - casually ripping away Miles' clothes, getting an exasperated sigh from the Omega. Miles was fully naked and he quickly casted a protection barrier over the stove so as not to have germs from their incoming activity enter the food he'd worked hard to make.
The Abyss trailed kisses down and found himself face to face with Miles' swollen chest. The Omega had stopped breast feeding months ago and his breasts had shrunken a lot, but it would never go back to how flat it had been years ago. His tongue gave a tentative lick at a taut nipple, eliciting a shaky whimper from Miles, and without further ado, he took the nipple into his mouth.
The sound of suckling filled the room along with Miles' moans. The Omega held the back of his mate's head as he sucked and gently bit on his nipple, his hand massaging his other tit, gently pinching and pulling at the nipple. Slick ran down from his cunt, staining the surface he was seated upon. A tendril snaked its way to his crotch and Miles let out a loud moan as it began to rub at his cunt - adding pressure to his clit.
Once the Abyss was done harassing Miles' tits, bite marks around the base of his nipples, he trailed down and got to Miles' crotch - his tendril moving away. He took in a deep whiff of Miles' scent, wanting nothing more than to drown himself in Miles' slick. His long tongue took a swipe of Miles' cunt, eliciting another beautiful groan from the Omega.
Without any more hesitation, the Abyss promptly dived into the exquisite delicacy that was Miles' pussy - slurping up his slick like it was ambrosia from the heavens. Miles held his head in a tight grip, his legs unable to close around his neck as they were being held open.
Miles was so blinded by pleasure that he didn't notice his other mate stepping into the kitchen through a portal.
Spot whistled, drawing Miles' attention to him. "Well, what a nice sight to come upon." He made his way over to the two, his fingers burying themselves in Miles' thick locks and pulling him into a kiss. Like his other self, his tongue was abnormally long and it slithered around Miles' mouth, even going far as slithering down his throat.
Whilst the Abyss fucked his cunt with his tongue, a tendril having formed a mouth and was sucking on his clit, Spot fucked his mouth with his tongue. Each jab of the tongue at his sweet spot had him twitching and jerking, his toes curling. It didn't take long for him to experience his first orgasm, his walls clenching around the tongue inside of him.
Spot ended their kiss, pulling back, his tongue leaving last and Miles' tongue following it - a string of saliva connecting them for some few seconds. Miles was panting loudly, his eyes slightly dazed. Below, the Abyss pulled back as well, his tongue sliding out with a wet squelch.
Spot tilted Miles neck to the side and nibbled and sucked on his mating mark, causing Miles to let out a tired moan.
The Omega let out a yelp as he was pulled forward that half of his ass was off the surface of the kitchen island - his hand scrambling to keep him upright. The Abyss spread his legs further apart, exposing him thoroughly. He let out a whimpering moan as his mate rubbed against his cunt with his cock, teasing him.
Miles turned his head to the side as Spot suddenly increased in size a little - the new height making his crotch come face to face with Miles' lips. A slit formed and out came his cock, gently slapping Miles' cheek and getting a soft squeak from him. The Omega looked up at his towering mate with a look that one would call sultry. He gave the tip of the bulbous head a tentative lick, licking up the beads of precum that trickled from it. Spot held his head in a gentle grip, soft groans leaving him as his mate teases him.
Miles took his time licking and kissing at the member before him, smirking internally when his bond with Spot flailed with impatience as he continued teasing the entity. Having mercy on the god, he finally took the head of the cock into his mouth - eliciting a loud groan from both his mates. Moments like this made him remember that the two shared consciousness and what the other was feeling was felt by the other - that is, unless they both decided to create a strong wall to separate their minds.
Miles took it slow, sucking and slurping on the head of Spot's cock before continuing his way down. After many years of mateship, Miles had grown accustomed to their unbelievable sizes. The fact that he'd gained so much power and godly strength after they'd mated added to how strong his body was now. One didn't become the mate of the Dragon Gods and did not earn a few gifts.
Whilst Miles bobbed his head and sucked the cock in his mouth like it was a snack, the Abyss went back to work below. His rubbing against Miles' cunt had the Omega producing more slick in his excitement, which was what he was going for. The entity placed the head of his cock against his entrance and then slowly pushed in.
He was overwhelming, as always - just like Spot was. Miles moaned loudly around the cock in his mouth, legs trying to lock around his mate's waist but unable to because the Abyss held his legs open and still. By the time the Abyss had him seated fully on his cock, Miles was practically trembling and twitching. It felt stretched and full, his mate's cock pressing against his sweet spot oh so deliciously.
The Abyss slowly pulled out and thrust back in again. Miles could only let out a strangled moan in response as hit right home on his sweet spot. Large hands gripped his hips and then entity started to fuck into him.
The Abyss' thrusts were slow and steady - the entity taking in the sight of his other half fucking Miles' throat in synchronisation. His chest rumbled with a pleased growl as Miles' walls clenched tight around his cock whenever he tried to pull out, as if they were protesting him leaving.
Smothered, gurgled cries and the slap of hips to ass filled the kitchen, the Abyss rapidly pistoned into Miles - the Omega's throat being fucked by Spot. The sound of his mates' cocks plowing through his slick soaked cunt and throat, and the ringing slap of skin against skin was obscene as it filled the room.
Miles managed to pull out Spot's cock from his mouth, gulping loudly as he took in much needed air - his mate's fingers still tangled in his locks. He screamed hoarsely as the thrusts became quicker and more vigorous, reaching deeper and making Miles throb with every stroke. Then, almost unexpectedly, the next thrust sent a sharp wave of pleasure through Miles' spine, making stars appear in his vision. His mouth fell open, a line of spit falling from his lips as he cried out his pleasure.
Miles screamed as the Abyss’ cock dug into the spot inside him, stirring up his insides and making him clench over the stiff flesh inside him. He was being stuffed so full, with his mate’s cock driving into him repeatedly.
“Fuck! Hnm! So deep!” Miles mewled loudly, his whole body twitching as his sweet spot was pounded with every thrust. He was quickly approaching the brink of orgasm, his cunt just swallowing the Abyss' cock with every stroke. His insides spasmed with pleasure and fog was slowly filling his vision. He didn't protest as Spot turned once again buried his cock into his mouth, fucking his throat with relish. If Miles hadn't taken on their durability upon their Bonding, he'd have been broken by now.
It was too much! The sensation of a monstrous cock battering his prostate with wandering tendrils that just could not keep to themselves, roaming over his erogenous zones, paired with the cock taking his breath away was simply too much. He came with a scream, the Abyss hands still firmly on his hips and his cock still pounding against his sweet spot.
Overstimulation soon showed its ugly head and pain began to mix with the pleasure. The lack of proper air was messing with his brain as well. But neither of the entities stopped. The thrusts remained firm and even, pounding against his sweet spot and pushing him to the brink of oversensitive. Miles let out a muffled cry in protest, sore and throbbing, his cunt sensitive and his throat begging for relief. Then it all came to a sudden end.
There was barely any warning. A warmth exploded from the cock in Miles' mouth and Spot started spilling down his throat - and Miles had no choice but to gulp it all down, seeing as Spot's knot had come into the picture as well, locking in his mouth. The Abyss gave a handful of harsh thrust before bottoming out, filling him up with heat from within. Miles jerked before letting out a muffled groan in bliss as the liquid flooded his cervix, some of it leaking past the Abyss knot.
Once their knots went down minutes later, Miles slumped in the Abyss' hold, utterly exhausted and sore. Spot went ahead to conjure a cup of warm,mint tea for him - gently feeding it to him, soothing his sore throat.
"You two are perverts." Miles croaked out. "I thought we agreed never to do it in the kitchen."
"It's not my fault you're simply irresistible." The Abyss nuzzled his neck, getting a bemused snort from Miles.
Miles' lips parted, his words of chastisement however dying in his throat when he felt two familiar signatures making their way towards the kitchen.
"Fuck. The kids are awake!" Spot whispered in slight panic.
The entities hurriedly cleaned Miles up with their magic, cleansing the kitchen - thank the gods Miles had casted a small barrier over the food on the stove - as well the very air; the place now smelling of fresh air and flowers.
Now dressed in newly conjured attire, Miles stood on shaky legs and went back to cooking - or pretending to be - whilst Spot unlocked the door. Said door opened seconds later and three adorable children stepped in.
At six years old, going to seven, Billie was an adorable girl. Well, if you ask Miles and his mates, she'd always been adorable. Beside her were her nephews (if you'd ask her, she'd tell you that they were her little brothers because she saw Miles as her mother and the gods her fathers), who were holding her hand and rubbing their eyes with the back of their hands - still sleepy. Miles couldn't help but coo at the cuteness.
Raiden and Rhea were Miles' twin half draconian babies, both having different fathers. Raiden, Miles' shy and clingy boy, was Abyss' son and the second born of the family. He possessed thick, curly pitch black hair and brown and purple eyes. Rhea was the extroverted one and she had her father's, Spot, cheerful and clumsy nature. She was the carbon copy of her older twin except she had brown and molten gold eyes. Just like Miles, they had rich, beautiful, dark skin.
There were other things that the twins had differently from one another. The scales on Raiden's body were pitch black whilst his sister's were white. Raiden's horns were curved to the front whilst Rhea's was curved to the back.
All in all, Miles' children were adorable.
"Mama." Raiden let go of Billie and toddled over to Miles with his arms held open, who met him half way - having left his position in front of the stove and had been making his way to the children. Miles picked him up and started kissing his chubby cheeks loudly, getting beautiful giggles from the boy.
Rhea motioned for the Abyss to pick her up, making her way over to the entity. She squealed loudly when tendrils gently picked her up and carried her over to him. She snuggled into his hold once he had her in his arms, the toddler placing her thumb into her mouth and suckling on it.
Billie ran over to Spot, who picked her up and tossed her in the air - getting a loud laugh from the child - before placing her on his hip. The still drowsy child placed her head on his shoulder, blinking owlishly.
"Now then, why don't we all eat so that we can join the others in their weekend celebration today." Miles tickled his son, getting another bright giggle from him.
Miles waved a hand towards the cabinet that held the dishes and plates started to float out from them. They rinsed themselves under the tap before heading over to the stove. The food dished themselves and the plates holding them floated over to the dining room. Fruits washed themselves with salt and baking soda before making themselves home in the fruit basket on the dining table.
The family of six had a nice dinner, the parents feeding the kids who seem to dance at every spoon of food. Although she was grown enough and could feed herself, Billie loved when her parents fed her and this time they'd given into her puppy dog eyes and Spot happily fed her.
Draconian children tend to grow faster than that of any other species. However, Miles' children were hybrids so at the moment they were growing at a human child's pace. That would however change once they hit ten years old. Everything about them would grow so fast that his mates told him it would surprise him. It made him sad that he wouldn't be able to enjoy his children as well, children but the silver lining was that he could enjoy them now. Which was why he doted on his twins just like he doted on his sister. None of the children were treated differently and they were all loved equally.
Once the children were thoroughly fed, they had their baths and were dressed up in evening clothes to protect them from the evening cold. Whilst they made their way to the area where the Satyr lived, the children played around - their laughter reverberating in the air. The sun had fully set when they got to the celebration ground.
Everyone that had gathered there immediately got on their hands and knees in greeting upon laying their eyes on the family that protected and ruled the Great Forest. Miles quickly told them to get up, the Omega never going to get used to stuff like this. The parents of the children who were given apples stepped forward and gave their thanks, they and their children getting on their hands and knees - again, Miles sighed internally - and gave the gods their thanks. The Abyss simply hummed nonchalantly whilst Spot simply waved them off with a cheerful tone.
It took a while for the air to go back to the way it had been before they'd arrived, and his mates conjuring pots of quality wine seemed to do the trick. Before Miles knew it, the celebration began in earnest.
Loud laughters filled the night air along with the beat of drums and the sweet notes of other instruments. The children were playing around or dancing around the other bonfire. Miles watched with a soft smile as his children intermingled with the Satyriskoi, nursing a cup of wine in his hands as he sat in between his mates.
Miles raised his head and stared at the bright crescent moon with a satisfied look.
Yeah, he wouldn't change any of this.