First Demonic Dragon-Chapter 1273: Sif’s Denial **

Ever so gently, Izanami lay her youngest son down in the crib before stepping back.

With a smile plastered across her lips, she watched her son naturally shift in his sleep to lie on his stomach.

She squealed quietly at the moment when her son shuffled even more to stick his small butt in the air before finally going still.

’Adorable...!’

Izanami pulled out her phone and had a small photo shoot without any of her son’s knowledge.

’So precious, so precious...! I just wanna...!’

The goddess stopped to look both ways in her son’s room.

With the coast clear, she placed both of her hands on the railing of his crib.

However, before she could do anything, a pair of strong, blue arms grabbed hold of her and lifted her off her feet.

"Absolutely not, princess. You promised." Sif whispered in her ear.

"I-I was just going to-"

"Going to shrink yourself down and lie in the crib with him, I know you, woman. But you owe me a bit of alone time already, and I’ve been more than patient."

Izanami’s face became flushed with red once she heard the underlying hunger in Sif’s voice.

For dragons who could manipulate time, the Tathamets frequently seemed to run out of it. Many matters had required their attention in the two weeks since Abaddon and Ayaana left with the others to search for his variant.

With so many different things to steal their attention, and Zahara continuing to take up most of their time in the day, Sif and Izanami had little time to be intimate with each other.

Ordinarily, they would have pushed such concerns to the back of their minds and prioritized dividing their attention where it was needed.

But when they were used to a certain frequency of physical intimacy, with so many different partners to choose from, it made suddenly abstaining just a little bit difficult.

Sif had already reached the end of her rope. She had five hours left before Zahara took over again, and she was going to use every single second that she had on her wife.

The jotunn began carrying the much smaller woman to the door.

"W-Wait, Sif..! We have to kiss him goodnight and wish him sweet dreams first..!" Izanami hissed.

Sif turned around, tapped her chest twice, and brought two fingers to her lips before she blew a kiss at her son’s crib.

"Peace out, playa."

"No!"

Sif walked through the door without even bothering to open it.

The girls appeared in their bedroom, and Sif tossed Izanami onto the sofa. Before her butt had even connected with the cushion, Sif was already uncovering her soft blue skin.

"You’re so impatient..." Izanami blushed. "It wouldn’t have hurt to just-"

"You are doing a lot of talking..."

Sif removed her underwear, and a clear string of sticky fluid could be seen between the fabric and her lower lips. Izanami was naturally drawn to the sight.

"Believe me, I usually don’t mind it. In fact, I’m hoping to hear your voice quite a bit in just a few minutes. But for right now, I can think of a much better use for that pretty mouth of yours, doll."

Izanami swallowed, her face burning red and her eyes turning with a maddened obsession.

She slowly reached for her clothes to disrobe.

Sif’s voice came out as a breathy growl. "Leave it. I’ll take it off when I’m good and ready."

Izanami let out a small whimper like a puppy denied food. Nevertheless, she obeyed.

She lowered herself onto her knees and crawled toward her wife seductively.

Reaching her legs, she kissed her all the way up from her lower thighs.

Sif, who was already breathing heavy, didn’t need any more buildup to get her aroused. She had been desperately waiting for this for far too long now, and her anticipation was already as high as it could go.

She grabbed Izanami by the back of her head and pushed her in between her legs. At the moment her wife’s soft tongue finally connected with her pussy, her knees nearly buckled from the pleasure.

A breathless curse escaped her lips as she suppressed the urge to cum right away.

Knowing just how profound an effect she had on her lover, Izanami was further encouraged to give her best ’performance’. Her tongue was firm, but delicate. Every lick contained her own obsession, mingled with the heat of her love and her desire to be useful. To be pleasurable.

Her eyes never left Sif’s. Their staring contest was like a small game of trying to see who would break first.

Izanami would never say that she played dirty, but as a lover, she was very attentive and thorough.

Bringing her hand between Sif’s legs, she gently brushed the pads of her fingers against her wife’s slick folds.

Sif braced herself, believing she knew her wife’s next move. She was mistaken.

Izanami slid her hand past her wife’s pussy and pressed her fingers against the unattended rosebud between her ass.

A deep gasp escaped Sif’s lips as she was penetrated. Izanami engulfed her large clit in her mouth and began to suck with a desperate fervor. She twirled her tongue around the sensitive nub, and the jotunn came undone.

The delicious groan that her wife released was Izanami’s first reward. Her second came in the form of the liquid that was spurted into her mouth.

She drank it all without so much as a change in expression. Sif’s knees became wobbly as her eyes rolled back into her head from the pleasure.

The entire exchange took no more than two minutes. Sif’s pride was crushed, but she could not have possibly cared less. "Fuck, I love you..."

She slumped back onto the sofa, her legs shaking and her body not far behind it.

But Izanami had also had her switch flipped, and she would not be so easily avoided.

She pried Sif’s legs open once again and shifted most of her weight onto her back.

With her wife’s legs resting atop her shoulders, she started to dive into her prize, this time replacing the fingers in her ass with her tongue.

Sif moaned obsessively with her legs raised in the air. She grinned with furious delight as she reached for her phone to begin recording another of their famous ’home movies’.

But abruptly, both girls stopped what they were doing and their ears seemed to twitch. After a few seconds, Sif had a particularly volatile reaction.

"NO, FUCK LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!!!"

Izanami leaned back on her knees, wiping off her lips. "We have to go."

"We don’t have to do anything but stay scaly and live forever!"

"Darling..."

Sif looked about ready to burst into tears. She flopped onto her side as she willed her clothes back onto her body.

"I swear to god.... I can’t wait to retire."

-

The weather was particularly warm earlier in the day. But somehow, within minutes, the temperature had dropped to minus twenty-five degrees. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Along the borders of the abyss dragons’ territory, there was a large wall made from jagged Earth, bits of metal, and wrapped in thorns of ivy.

Violet flowers with a toxic purple hue littered nearly every inch of the ivy wall’s surface. Atop the wall, every ten miles or so, there was a guard structure whose mission was to watch out for and detect any threats that might have been missed by the other security features.

At watchtower thirty-five east, the mood was deeply serious.

A high-ranking officer stood in front of seven rows of men, each numbering fifty in total.

They watched silently as the bitter cold evolved into a raging snowstorm.

The snow became so unnaturally dense that within moments, all one could see were flurries of white, and all that could be heard was the rush of the cold wind.

Through concentration, the dragons could feel something else as well.

The barely noticeable rumbling of the earth that seemed to convey a supreme anger.

The dragons blinked, and a tattooed noble woman appeared before the dragons.

In perfect unison, every individual knelt before her as a sign of respect.

Behind her, a blue figure emerged through the winter storm.

She was a giant, too large to even fit inside the room. Her skin was like an endless deep blue cosmos, so hypnotically beautiful that getting lost within would become easy.

Her face had no eyes, nose, or ears. Only her lips remained, and they were curled in immense displeasure.

Sif was so large that she could only stare into the watchtower through the loading bay doors. She had chosen this size deliberately.

Whatever had come to bother her would only have roughly twelve seconds to exist before she smashed it into oblivion and went back to fucking her wife. Anything that tried to stand in the way of that plan was getting fed to Bagheera.

"My Glorious Empresses. It is an honor to-"

Sif’s voice cut him off. She sounded as firm as a mountain. As cold as the blizzard raging around her.

"Spare us the honorifics, Commander Rauth, we have no time for it. Tell us the nature of your summons quickly."

The dragon swallowed. "Y-Yes, of course... Scouts beyond our borders have sent word. It looks as though three opposing forces are engaged in a conflict a short 700 miles away."

"And their identities..?" Izanami asked with cool gracefulness.

"...An unidentified faction in white and gold. A small group of humans led by three witches. And... The Jade Emperor’s Celestial Court has also made an appearance. They do not seem to be here in full for-"

Nevi’im are immune to the cold. Usually.

However, in the face of their divine ruler, the blood in their veins was nearly frozen solid by the icy power of her rage.

The world nearby would also begin to feel the effects as Sif, in her terrible anger, covered an entire hemisphere in a blanket of white snow.

Izanami did not know if there was anything she could have said to calm her wife down at this point. Just the same, she didn’t know if she really wanted to.

’She’s... so hot when she’s all angry~...’