CHAPTER 12 - I’M NOT THIS SORT OF GUY

The ‘Family business’ was that Laureline ran into an issue with a City Lord on the island of Dryden backed by the Kingdom of Larkspur.

It seemed the Royal family of Larkspur didn't want to give up the beautiful and lucrative colony on the island of Dryden and knowing how aloof Dragon Lords were to human politics, had instructed the City Lord to frustrate Laureline’s takeover of the island.

Unfortunately for the City Lord, a human named Putelli, Matriarch Laureline was both patient and persistent. She negotiated in good faith offering fair remuneration to Larkspur for their investment into the island's development.

Putelli had no recourse so he restored to being belligerent and unreasonable, making outrageous demands to sabotage the negotiations, he hoped to frustrate the process and for Laurarline to call for a replacement, he would resign immediately but a new City Lord would then take months to arrive from Larkspur.

While Lord Putelli was playing his hand Laureline was also playing hers, Lord Putelli was doing well but he was not a politician he was a human nobel, a man used to having his way. Laureline just needed him to disparage her to end this farce. Until then she would continue to be sugary sweet.

This was a contest of patience but between the Human and the Dark Elf their perspective of time determined the winner. After a short three months of negotiations Lord Putelli snapped.

“This is pointless, we are going in circles, it is obvious that you gained your power from your skills in the bedroom, not the boardroom,” Lord Putelli packed his papers.

“I am sending my King a recommendation to replace me, you should do the same, these negotiations will reconvene when my replacement arrives.” Putelli and his retinue departed. He was quite proud of his tirade, Matriarch Laureline was speechless.

For her part Laureline wore a small smile, the insult was minor, the kind of thing just swept aside but she wasn’t some Queen, she was a Matriarch she didn’t have to take shit from anyone.

She reached through the crown scale on her necklace and called her husband.

City Lord Putelli and his backers needed to be made an example of.

***

The island of Dryden grew dark when Roeg-Hiam the Midnight appeared over it.

There would be no further negotiations, all pleas were ignored. City lord Putelli, his family and all representatives of the Larkspur Kingdom were immolated in Dragon fire.

The citizens who wished to return to Larkspur were allowed to board ships and leave. Not surprisingly only Nobles and their servants took the offer.

Many slaves took the opportunity to gain freedom, for peasants an aloof Dragonlord was superior to a cruel master or a stupid King. The Larkspur fleet escorted the Nobles and delivered Roeg-Hiam’s threat to the Larkspur Kingdom.

He promised to raze the Kingdom to the ground if any member of the royal family still lived when he arrived.

It was two days after the return of the Larkspur fleet when day turned to night and Roeg-Hiam the Midnight landed in Larkspur's capital city.

Roeg-Hiam was expecting an epic battle but instead he was greeted with a grizzly sight.

The heads of the King, his wives, mistresses, children and known bastards were on display on the steps of the palace preserved in their terror with magic.

Roeg-Hiam made a public announcement forgiving the Kingdom for its part in hindering the negotiations and left them to choose a new ruler.

He didn’t think Laureline would have further troubles moving forward.

***

Roeg-Hiam still had 4 more days before he had to head back to Bitalistan so he decided to take a leisurely flight around the seas of his territory.

He had hardly spent any time in his own lands and much less over his seas.

The wind changed and carried a song to Roeg-Hiam. As quickly as the melody came it was gone but Roeg-Hiam was able to determine a heading. After traveling in the direction the wind had come from he came to an island on the outskirts of his territory. The island was circular and had a luscious forest growing on it that came nearly down to the beach.

Roeg-Hiam went in for a closer look. He shrank down to human size but stayed in his Dragon form, after all he was in his own territory, there was no need to hide. Moving silently he could now hear the singing clearly. From above, the island looked as if it had never been touched but there was obviously someone here.

The singing was coming from a copse near the centre of the forest. Roeg-Hiam was enchanted by what he saw, 8 beautiful maidens frolicing around something glowing in the centre of the thicket.

The women had a range of brown skin tones with green hair. Dryads, also known as tree nymphs. The Simple robes they wore came down past their hips before flaring out in a riot of colours, reminding Roeg-Hiam of flower petals.

Roeg-Hiam began to approach them, he was curious about their society and what that glow was but although he was silent, his presence was still noticed. The dryads stopped their dance and song. They were afraid

One female stepped forward, this one had brambles forming a crown on her head. Although she looked no older than the rest she radiated a sense of responsibility that good leaders seem to have.

“This lowly grove mother greets the Sovereign.” she bowed, the other dryads followed her lead. The grove mother was no less terrified but knew her role, generations ago a Goddess had given them a sacred charge, they had fled to this island with the seed of a treasured flower to hide it from the Dragon purge. The reason why Dragons destroyed the fields of Ambrosia Flowers was lost to Dryad history but as soon as this one bloomed a Dragon Lord appeared, could it be fate?

“Greetings ladies…” Roeg-Hiam began but stopped as he got a whiff of the glowing flower behind the Dryads. Its petals shifted through the rainbow of hues, its stem and leaves were ivory white, while the stamen looked like molten gold.

Dragon Lore:

‘WARNING… ‘

That was as far as Roeg-Hiam’s Dragon lore got before he lost his senses.

His first whiff had stunned him, his second put Roeg-Hiam the Midnight straight into a state of Musth. He released a primal roar and a wave of lust radiated off of him causing the Dryads to moan. Some immediately began to rut.

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The grove mother tried to resist the wave of building passion, she looked to the flower, it was causing this. No Dragon Lord about to go into heat would be far from his Harem. She began to move to put up a barrier but the other Dryads grabbed her and spun her to face the Dragon Lord. Another dryad was already using her mouth on his phallus which had emerged from its perpetual sheath.

The grove mother was brought before the Dragon Lord like a sacrifice, her strength marked her as his target. A pseudo Matriarch. The other Dryads stripped her while fondling and kissing her body, the insistent touches and Dragon lust aura working together to weaken her protests and struggles.

The Dragon Lord moved to cover her, and one look in his intense eyes melted her resolve. She opened wide to welcome him, hitting her first climax as he slowly slid his way into her depths.

The orgy was in full motion, instinctively the Dragon Lord knew when the grove mother was at her limit and would move his attention to another Dryad and then another. Always coming back to her before she could leave her fugue state. With the 15 Dryads every orifice was used and every position tried, the stamina of a Dragon Lord in heat was legendary.

As the Dragon Lord neared his climax something in the back of his mind nagged him like an itch. He held the grove mother down while taking her energetically from behind. He withdrew from her womanhood and loosed his seed in her chrysanthemum. The euphoria of his climax brought a moment of clarity.

‘I can’t sense Laureline’s Crown Scale.’ What once nagged at the back of his mind came through clear as day. Roeg-Hiam the Midnight surveyed the scene. Dryads lay about exhausted in a pile of nubile flesh, his penis throbbed, still embedded in the anus of the grove mother whom he held pinned to the ground. She watched him over her shoulder with a lusty, languid drug addled stare.

‘This isn’t me, I’m not this sort of guy.’ Roeg-Hiam protested in his mind despite evidence to the contrary.

The sweet aroma of the flower drifted over again. His slackening member once again began to engorge.

'Dragon Rule 5: Atmosphere!'

Roeg-Hiam no longer had to breathe. The treacherous flower wouldn’t influence him anymore. He withdrew himself from the depths of the grove mother’s body and used his magic to separate the tangle of bodys and cover the sleeping Dryads with blankets. He felt new arrivals.

“I told you I felt an Ambrosa Flower, you told me they were extinct,” came a familiar voice.

“You were right dear sister. If you weren’t returning from the Dragon Lands we would have missed this opportunity.”

“Are you two sure this is the right flower, he seems in full command of his senses.”

Roeg-Hiam turned toward the flower and activated his Domain. Goddess Zuriel, Asturiel and 5 other Gods Roeg-Hiam had yet to meet materialised in front of the offending plant.

‘You are in my territory this time, please stand aside so I can destroy that vile flower.’ Roeg-Hiam replied telepathically, he dared not take a breath to speak while the flower remained.

"Lord Roeg-Hiam, these flowers are a rare treasure." Said Lady Zuriel.

"The Sky-fall Treaty stops us from making more but preserving those we find is an utmost priority."

Well that was that. There was no room for negotiation. The fight was on.

Within Roeg-Hiam’s Domain, the Gods’ miracles were neutralised but just like when they were facing the dreadnought 3 other Gods stayed outside of Roeg-Hiam’s range and provided support. Zuriel snatched up the flower in a magic bubble to avoid the beam of annihilation Roeg-Hiam released.

Neither side was fighting to kill and both avoided damaging the forest and the sleeping Dryads. Despite that, the battle was intense. Zuriel and Asturiel switched the magic bubble between them as they tried to flee Roeg-Hiam’s territory. The 5 other Gods ran interference. Since being reincarnated this was Roeg-Hiam’s second fight. His Dragon Lore did not provide any battle tips but in his past life he had practiced various martial arts that were being quickly adapted from his 4 limb training to his new 7 limb reality. Roeg-Hiam employed his wings like Taekwondo kicks and his tail like a whip, as a result the 5 defending Gods found themselves totally unsuitable for their task. Despite fleeing through the air at their top speeds the Goddesses were unable to get more than 10 meters from the Dragon Lord. In fact he often caught the one holding the orb only for it to be passed on before he could claim it.

The Gods formulated a plan, the 5 blockers rushed out of Roeg-Hiam's domain. This resulted in him immediately capturing the two Goddess. He pinned Zuriel down on the surface of the ocean and as Asturiel grabbed the flower to flee he held her in his magic and began to drag her back towards himself. It was then that the other 8 Gods used SMITE.

SMITE was a special attack among the Gods, rather than a direct attack they used their Godforce to strum the strings of fate. The surge of power that hit their target was far greater than most Gods could generate on their own and the target of the attack couldn’t avoid it. The result of 8 Gods doing at once against a single target should have been devastating but the result against a Dragon Lord was Roeg-Hiam the Midnight being stunned. For a second his foot and arm broke the ocean's surface and he began to sink.

In those seconds Asturiel broke free of his grip and escaped beyond the horizon, taking the prized flower with her.

Roeg-Hiam righted himself, stepping back onto the water's surface, and released Lady Zuriel.

She smiled and raised her hand up to him. After a moment of pouting Roeg-Hiam grudgingly helped her to her feet.

"No hard feelings Dragon Lord Midnight, you win some you lose some."

"Lady Zuriel I don't believe anyone appreciates being drugged. Please destroy that flower."

"Sorry Lord Midnight."

She and the other Gods left the mortal plane, without him holding them with his domain leaving became very easy.

Roeg-Hiam opened his wings and floated off the surface of the ocean while in deep thought about the attack the Gods had used on him.

No one knew Roeg-Hiam had gained complete knowledge of Mana when he reincarnated. With his Dragon Lord abilities he seldom needed to use his Mana manipulation.

'Smite works on all living creatures… plants are alive so they must have a fate string to be plucked.' He mused to himself.

Meanwhile on a heavenly plane the Gods gathered around their new prize.

A petal and a few leaves were missing but on the whole the flower was alive and well preserved. Asturiel handed over to Zuriel with a big smile. Zuriel raised the flower over her head and the Gods cheered.

"Once we cultivate these flowers we'll be able to drug the Dragon Lords and take them by surprise. It will only be a matter of time before we are free of those Star-beasts forever!'

No sooner than she had finished speaking when the Gods heard the strings of fate and felt the surge of power. The Ambrosia flower exploded into ash.

The Gods looked around astonished.

They were all present and none of them had done it. They followed the remnants of the surge of power to its source only to find themselves looking out of the heavenly plane directly into the face of Roeg-Hiam the Midnight.

He wasn't using his Dragon Rules to block them. He wanted them to know.

Roeg-Hiam smiled at the Gods before activating his Dragon Rules and closing the connection.

Before, Dragon Lords made the Gods cautious. Now one had used Godforce, it made the Gods scared.

***

The Goddess Asturiel returned to her own plane after Roeg-Hiam the Midnight’s display of power. She opened her hand to study the petal and leaves she tore from the Ambrosia flower before giving it to Zuriel.

She was at a crossroads; give the pieces to her sister to be used as a failsafe or use them to continue with her own plans.

This would be a difficult choice.

***

Roeg-Hiam returned to the island. His human sensibilities told him he had drugged and raped the Dryads and should be punished. He reminded himself he wasn’t human. Not anymore. Laureline had constantly reminded him he had silly beliefs.

When he woke them Laureline was once again proven correct rather than being afraid or upset with him. The Dryads fawned over him.

The grove mother, Tulip even apologized for the flower. The Dryads had no idea what effect the flower had, this was an incident big enough to reignite the war between Dragon Lords and Gods.

Roeg-Hiam in turn apologized profusely over his lack of control and using his lust aura on them but once they realised he wasn’t going to harm them for harbouring the Ambrosia flower they became very forward with their sexual advances.

He was going to refuse but remembering his new reality he offered them a place in his Harem, which they enthusiastically accepted.

Roeg-Hiam informed Laureline he was increasing his harem and brought the entire forest into his Realm and planted it about his mountain.

Grove mother Tulip submitted to Laureline immediately. The crown like brambles on her head fell off indicating she was no longer in charge.

Roeg-Hiam decided to put the incident behind him but he was once again reminded of how alien this world was from his past reality.

With 2 days left before his return to Alstroemeria Roeg-Hiam got as many Dragon Lords as he could on a call and told them about the incident with the Ambrosia flower.

The 12 oldest Dragon Lords were incensed that one of those flowers had survived the culling, if Roeg-Hiam had not taken the Dryads into his Harem they would have died in Dragon fire. The elder Dragon Lords were mollified when Roeg-Hiam told them he was able to destroy it. But the tension between the Dragon Lords and the Gods was once again high.