Chapter 78: A Mother’s Rage

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Azuliana – Uth Jungle

Fury beat in my heart as my son’s blood dripped over my breasts. The arrow to his throat ... He was dying. He couldn’t survive that. The rage I had feared all my life, I embrace. I was Azuliana, the last living dragon.

I transformed.

The golden collar around my neck and the chastity belt around my waist did nothing to stop me now. I didn’t care about the pain of the material squeezing around me. My body expanded into my true form. I tore through the metal restraints like they were nothing and roared as my neck grew longer. My head changed. My skin became azure scales. Wings sprouted from my shoulders.

The jungle shook with my fury as I grew to my full size. My tail swished behind me. Steam burst from my nostrils and around my sharp teeth. I whipped my head around in the direction that the damned arrow came from.

I breathed.

Clouds of scalding steam erupted from my mouth and struck the jungle with violent force. I ripped plants apart while everything living in there was parboiled. Plants ruptured as the liquids in them boiled in an instant. Animals fell dead from where they clung to the trees. Birds. Monkeys. Insects.

My head swiveled from side to side, killing everything I could. That bitch would not escape my wrath. That cunt of an amazon would howl as she broiled from the inside. I would feast on her flesh. Devour her soft organs. Rip the flesh from her bones and suck the marrow from their innards. MY SON WAS DEAD!

Antagony

Pain burst across my arm as I fled the steam. A blast of it struck me, scalding my flesh. I reddened and blistered as I ran as fast as I could. Wood burst behind me. A mighty tree groaned and crashed to the jungle, destroyed by the fierceness of her breath.

I rolled into a depression, panting. I clutched my bow to me, forcing myself to slow my breathing. To be still and blend into the ground. I knew she was a dragon, but ... I had never seen one in the flesh. She always seemed so gentle. A mother not a monster.

Stories of Azuliana’s cousin, Dominari flashed through my mind. The creature who had burned a whole swath of the Princedom, creating the desolation. She had burned entire cities in her rage. I believed it now. If Azuliana wasn’t unique, her fire element mixed with water, she would have created a forest fire that would have consumed all of the Uth Jungle.

“WHERE ARE YOU!” she roared.

A mighty wind swept through the jungle. The tree I hid behind swayed. The sound of the mighty flap of leathery wings filled the air. A shadow passed over me. Azuliana soared above. Steam burst from her mouth and engulfed the jungle a dozen feet away. She bathed a tall tree.

A colony of monkeys dropped dead from the trees along with dozens of birds, lizards, and even a small, spotted jungle cat. She flapped on, bathing more of the forest with her breath. A trunk burst in the middle and fell over with a burst of branches. Shriveled leaves and blossoms rained through the air.

“Henta’s piercing arrow,” I breathed, my heart racing.

But this was what I needed. Chaos. The chaos to steal Diane. My prize was so close. It was time to redeem my bloodline for my mother’s weakness. I rolled over onto my hands and knees and peered out at the chaos of Kurtis’s party. They rushed to him as he bled out. I spotted Diane, her hands clapped over her mouth. I smiled. My moon maiden.

Ziryihm

“Oh, no,” I gasped. I thought the golden collar on Azuliana’s throat was to keep her from rampaging.

I had to stop this.

I spread my wings wide, letting my glow erupt from my body. The dragon breathed steam through the jungle, killing indiscriminately. Hisses and shouts rose from the ziggurat. It would be chaos in moments. I had to get her away from here. I had to protect her.

She was precious. The last dragon. The last of her tribe. Matar birthed five races of hermaphrodites. I couldn’t let one of them go extinct. I broke out of the trees. Azuliana soared ahead of me, bathing the jungle.

Was Antagony dead? I hoped she was not, but it was her plan to wound Kurtis to create her distraction. Wound him ... She must have killed him. No one could survive a wound like that. Not without healing magic.

And Kurtis had recruited a large band, but he had no mage. No priestess.

“Azuliana!” I cried and soared after my friend. “You have to stop! You can’t—”

The dragon banked around and soared straight at me. She had fury in her eyes. Murder in her claws. My heart skipped a beat. This was bad. Really, really bad. Such rage burned in her azure eyes. Her jaws snapped for me.

I dodged to the right. “Azuliana!”

Her claws slashed at me as she flew past. My wings flapped hard, pulling me clear before they ripped my belly open. She tried to kill me. Fear clenched about my heart. I had never seen Azuliana like this. She was the gentlest of all the dragons, but now...

She turned as she soared out over the Ziggurat. She was turning to kill me. Fear washed through me. What had I done? I told her she had to stay where she was safe. Back on her island. Her refugee. The world would kill her.

To prove my point, arrows hurtled up into the air from the ziggurat. The lizardmen unleashed a volley. Hundreds of them struck her, ripping through the thin membrane of her wings and bouncing off her armored scales.

Azuliana roared in mindless rage. She was berserk. Consumed by the angry fire that cursed her race. She banked down and dove on the ziggurat. More arrows leaped up at her as she breathed, engulfing lizardmen in her boiling steam.

I glanced down at her dying son. I warned her. Fear clenched in my belly. That was an army of fanatical lizardmen. She wasn’t Dominari. Azuliana could not take on an army by herself. She would die.

I had failed so completely.

Azuliana

The arrows slammed into my body.

I snarled in rage. They thought they could hurt me! Arrows! Those disgusting missiles! Did they kill my son? Did those foul, disgusting, runty little lizards running around that mountain of bones put one of their arrows through my son’s throat?

My scalding breath swept over the ziggurat. The hisses of pain rose into the air. I loved the sound they made. The way they died. I glanced back to see their bodies, their scales cooked red. Steam rose from the bones as they fell down it.

More arrows flew at me while at the top of the ziggurat, a rakshasa watched. She sat there, staring at me. I snarled as her disgusting minions shot more arrows at me. They bounced off my scales. They struck my belly and throat. One stuck in my horn.

I dove again and breathed.

My steam swept over them. They would all die for murdering my son. I broiled them alive. I swooped low, feeling the hot mist spilling over my body. I reveled in the moisture spilling over my body. I killed them.

I would feast on them.

I would gorge on their flesh. Then I would come for the rakshasa watching me. I would devour her last. She was the one responsible for hurting Kurtis. I exhaled another blast of steam, scalding a dozen lizardmen and some of those foul lizardwomen.

The scaly harlots died with their males.

Pyrriah

“No, no, no,” I gasped, dropping to my knees beside my brother. Mother’s furious roars shook the air. Wind whipped over me as she beat her wings. “Please, no!”

I reached for the arrow thrusting out of his throat. He gurgled, his body spasming. So much blood poured out of him. A crimson puddle spread from him. Shouts echoed around me. Others were crying out. I gripped the wooden shaft.

“No, Mistress!” Lilica gasped. The succubus grabbed my wrist. “Don’t rip it out. He’ll bleed out even faster.”

“Then how can we save him?” I asked, so desperate to keep my brother from dying. “Please!” Tears burned in my eyes. I missed the Phoenix so much. I needed the stoicism she had. She was brave. “He wasn’t supposed to die young! We saved him from that fate! No, no, this can’t be happening.”

“He’s so pale,” whispered my sister. Lasla stood on the other side of him, her hands clasped before her. She stared at him. “He’s as white as the moon.”

Mother’s roars echoed through the air. The hiss of steam screamed everywhere. I stared at my sister. I didn’t know what to do. Nor did she.

“No!” snarled Nephi. I glanced at the sphinx as she jumped into the air, propelled by her wings. She crashed into a raptor. One of those disgusting dinosaurs. The pair crashed and fell to the ground in a thrash of claws.

Princess Naryu leaped onto another raptor that raced up the slope at us. She landed on its back and bit into the neck. Pradu came to her aid, grabbing the raptor’s right leg and tearing into the thigh. They tore at the scaly hide to bring it down.

What did it matter with my brother down? He was bleeding out right now.

Adazza swung a club, breaking a raptor’s neck. Stalker jumped at another raptor. A hold pack of them were attacking us. His tentacles wrapped around the beast, tripping it up. They fell into the brush as I just knelt here. Useless.

A mighty bellow shook the jungle. That wasn’t Mother. She was breathing on the Bone Mountain now, murdering the lizardmen firing arrows at her. They rained down into the jungle that shook as a ... tyrannosaurs rushed up the slope at us. It had a barbed collar around its throat that dangled part of a rusty chain from it.

Diane screamed in fright.

Tears spilled down my cheeks. What could I do? The cherubic faces of my Kurilia and Verilia, the twin daughters I had with my brother, flashed in my mind. Would I ever see them again? Them and my nieces and half-sisters.

Don’t be useless, Pyrriah, a voice shouted at me. Almost an echo of something else. You’re not useless.

But I felt it. I wasn’t the Phoenix any longer. I was just ... a woman. A Daughter of Las, and lust wasn’t going to save us this time.

Lasla

Diane’s scream made me jump. I wrenched my gaze from my brother wheezing out his final breaths. Diane didn’t shout out of fright of the approaching tyrannosaurus but because someone had grabbed her and lifted her up. A kidnapper hauled the kicking moon maiden off into the brush.

Antagony.

I caught sight of that damned amazon who attacked us twice now. Back that night when we found the moon maiden and again with those nixie pirates she recruited. It was her arrow. She killed my brother and caused this chaos so she could kidnap Diane.

“That bitch,” hissed from me, my hands balling into fists.

Stalker roared in pain. Nephi snarled. The rakshasas growled. Nazak grappled with a raptor that was trying to tear his face off while the tyrannosaurus came closer and closer. Antagony thought she could get away.

I was a Daughter of Las, and she was just a dry cunt. I could do something with that. I might not be able to fight, but I could make a bitch pant for cock or quim. I threw out every ounce of lust I had in me at Antagony.

My desire crashed into a brick wall.

I snarled, remembering how she had that strange ... protection around her. She couldn’t be penetrated by lust. She was ... warded somehow. I had met stubborn women. Women with iron wills or such powerful personalities, their lusts were gripped tightly, but this was different. She had warded herself against desire.

I would break through it.

“Let her go!” I shouted and darted after Diane. I couldn’t save my brother, but I could save one of his women. I would do that much. I would make the cunt who murdered him into a pleasure-madden slut. A useless pile of gibbering flesh that just craved endless bliss.

And I would deny it to her until every last day of her miserable life.

“NOW!” I howled as I rushed into the jungle.

Steam spilled around me. The ground was hot, the air broiling. Burst plants littered the ground. Branches still crashed from above along with the animals Mother Azuliana killed. With Diane kicking and thrashing, Antagony couldn’t go fast enough.

I caught up with them. The amazon shifted her grip and held Diane by the throat. With her other hand, she drew a knife. Delight shone in the amazon’s eyes as she faced me. Bright red coated one of her arms. She had been hurt.

Not that she showed it.

“You think you can force me, Spawn of Las,” she spat, such anger in her eyes. It was more than fury with her. There was disgust. Revulsion.

She despised my father.

I didn’t care.

I lunged forward, shouting, “I’ll make you into my pussy-licking bitch! Let her go!”

Antagony drew back the knife to slice at me, but Diane acted. The moon maiden slammed her elbow into the amazon’s stomach. It didn’t do much, but it threw off her slash. I grabbed at Antagony’s burned wrist and squeezed.

She hissed in pain and slammed her forehead into mine.

I gasped at the sharp crack of pain. Lights flashed across my vision. I stumbled back and caught my balance. Antagony grinned at me, holding up the knife as she backed away. I glared at her, my heart breaking.

“I won’t let you take her!” I cried, my vision blurring with tears. “I won’t let you get away with killing him!”

Antagony smiled. “Looks like I get to kill another Spawn of Las.”

She flicked her wrist. Her dagger flashed at me. I gasped, frozen by surprise as something blurred across my vision. A loud crack echoed. The knife spun off to the side and stabbed into the vegetation. Beliala dropped down before me and flicked her whip now at Antagony.

“Make her howl!” I snarled, my blood boiling with rage.

Antagony

The whip cracked for my face. I cursed and shoved Diane to the side and threw myself onto my back. The demon’s whip snapped above my head. If that hit me, agony would consume me. I knew that much. I kicked back up and flung another knife at the demon.

She twisted out of the way.

As she dodged my attack, I lunged for Diane. I grabbed the moon maiden’s arm before she could get away. I would use her as a shield. I pulled her back for me when something darted around from behind the tree.

The lamia bit the back of my calf. Her sharp teeth tore into my flesh. The exhilaration of the hunt muted the pain. I drew my third dagger and slashed at the little bitch. I cut her across the face. The lamia hissed in pain, falling back from the blood spilling from her cut-open cheek.

“Master!” she yowled as she crashed into the grass. “He set me free!”

The demon’s whip cracked at me. I let go of Diane again to jump away. I rolled and drew my sword now. I had to fight. There was no escaping this bitch. I held my leaf-bladed sword before me and faced the demon.

Her red eyes burned as she slashed her black whip at me.

I darted to the right, studying her. She cracked at me again. She was fast, but ... I dodged left and readied to act, shifting my weight onto my heels. She wound up for her next strike. She committed. I dove forward and rolled beneath the whip.

CRACK!

The sound echoed over my head as I came up in a crouch and slashed my blade. I cut open her belly. She gasped at me in shock as her entrails spilled out. She caught her ropy innards with one hand as she staggered back in shock.

“I’m a demigoddess, too,” I hissed in delight.

My gaze flicked to Diane. She stared in horror at the wounded demon, her eyes so wide as she witnessed the creature about to collapse. I darted to her and seized her by the wrist. I yanked her to me. She gasped and stumbled into me.

“What did you do?” she asked, tears in her eyes. “I’m not worth this. No one is worth such suffering.”

“You are worth so much,” I told her. “You’re priceless. More than that brute who stole you from me. Now come on! Stop resisting, or I’ll kill more of your friends.”

Horror crossed her face. Her lower lip quivered before she nodded, the fight leaving her. She cared so much for them. That would make her compliant. She was weak like my mother. I wasn’t. I was strong. I would prove it.

Everyone would know my blood wasn’t soiled by him.

I yanked hard on her and marched away. The lamia whimpered on the ground, a hand pressed over her bleeding cheek. She hissed at me as I passed. I just smiled, my sword held low. I had her. Nothing could stop me.

Brush crashed behind me. I rolled my eyes and turned to find Lasla charging at me.

“Stop!” she cried like I would obey her. Lust slammed into me and washed over my protection. She thought the filthy power she inherited from Las would make me weak in the knees?

Foolish child. I raised my sword to cut her down. I would eat to see her lying dead on the ground like her brother.

Lasla

She raised the sword to cut me down. I gasped in fright. Murder shone in her eyes. My lust splashed harmlessly on her. Death shone in the edge of the sword. She really meant to murder me, and there was nothing I could do.

At least I would join my brother in the Astral Realm.

Wings hummed. Antagony shot her gaze up. Oberoy flew soared over and threw glittering fairy dust down on the amazon. She gasped, raising her sword to ward it, but that did nothing. It burst into a cloud around her and she swayed.

“What?” she asked, her sword slipping from her fingers. “You ... flying ... rat...”

I smiled. Oberoy was always lurking on the edges. Watching. Waiting. Now he acted.

“Rip off those ... wings off...” Antagony fought to keep her eyes closed, but it was a losing battle against the fairy’s magic. “Not ... fair ... You ... cheated...”

“And shooting my brother in the throat from the bushes isn’t cheating? Isn’t being a coward, Antagony?” I smirked at her.

She glared at me, but...

“Henta’s...” Antagony collapsed to the ground, releasing Diane. The moon maiden stumbled to the right, also hit with the dust. She collapsed into a cute pile on the ground, her hair spilling over her face and breasts as she lay there asleep.

“Now, Lilica!” Oberoy shouted as he flew for Beliala. The demon snarled in pain as she leaned against the tree, holding in her innards. Oberoy landed by her, reaching out to touch her then pulling back his hand.

Lilica ran up. The succubus became a cloud of pink vapor and flowed over the sleeping amazon. She invaded her dream. Was this my chance? I dropped to my knees and grabbed Antagony’s hand. I squeezed and I thrust my lust into her.

She still had her barrier up, but it was weaker. Ephemeral. It was the sort of self-control I felt around my brother. It was like she was a Daughter of ... Las. My eyes widened. A smile spread on my lips as I realized I held another half-sister’s hand.

My lust penetrated her barrier. Lilica seized it. I felt the succubus pulling me into the amazon’s dream. I didn’t resist. I would make this slut into my bitch. I fell into the dream, eager to make my brother’s killer into my favorite pussy pleaser.

I would destroy my half-sister with lust. She would become my slave, ruined by pleasure. Destroyed by rapture. Just a drooling mess. I thought of my brother and plunged into his murderer’s soul to avenge him.

This was how a Daughter of Las inflicted vengeance.

Pyrriah

The raptors hissed as they fought with the others. Stalker ripped open the belly of one, tearing out blue, ropy innards. But beyond him came the tyrannosaurus. My brother was dying, and a massive lizard standing as tall as the trees approached.

He bellowed.

Mother didn’t care. She was consumed by rage and grief. She killed the lizardmen, lizardwomen, and the rakshasa slaves that clustered around the Bone Mountain. The Skull Tigress just watched from the pinnacle of her cruelty and suffering as the slavering monster climbed the slope to devour my brother and me.