A little more than a couple of hours had passed and now Helga and Layla were exhausted on the bed breathing harshly, sweat running down their bodies and their crotches soaked in fluids.
It was a mix between crystalline and white fluids, but both were sticky and there was no need to guess what they were. Although it was difficult, the vampires had achieved their goal.
Although they had to suffer the devastation of their pussies by Andrew for more than two hours, they made him cum. Even so, it was not before the two vampires ca about four tis each.
That was how wild their afternoon was, but the girls were happy. The expressions of satisfaction could not be hidden and even though they had difficulty breathing, the pride of having achieved sothing great could still be noticed.
Andrew could only smile while holding back the urge to laugh out loud because he found it hilarious that these girls felt so fulfilled for having made him cum. However, after a few monts of careful thought, Andrew realized sothing. It was indeed a great achievent, as he has now not only released his sixth divine seal but is a full-fledged demigod.
His endurance now cannot be compared to that of mortals. That Helga and Layla managed to defeat him once was a great achievent, although useless if you think about it, as sex is not a competition.
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After thinking about this, Andrew did not think about the matter any further and went to bed with his two new wives to chat a bit. anwhile, on the other side of the world, Crhono, Sohei, and Draneg finally left the sacred zone with all the materials they needed to create the degraded youth dew.
However, it only took a second outside the influence of the sacred zone for them to notice the great change that had occurred. Especially Crhono who knows every dragon in his clan. He could sense that the number of dragons had decreased and the territory where the dragons lived exuded a strange feeling of disorder and death.
They did not have to think much to conclude that sothing had happened and quickly went to investigate. Under a sky tinged with gray, the atmosphere in the dragon territory was palpable, charged with a disturbing energy that seed to fluctuate like air currents.
Crhono, the leader of the dragons, moved with a determined step next to Sohei, the second most powerful dragon of the clan, and his demigod ally, Draneg. The wings of the dragons waved behind them like banners of determination, while the thick mist that covered the landscape prevented them from seeing beyond a few ters.
The strange feeling of disorder that had begun to besiege the dragons was enough for these three warriors to decide to find out its origin. As they neared the heart of the draconic land, the echo of their footsteps resonated in the deathly silence that had replaced the usual sounds of nature.
The trees, once vibrant and full of life, seed to have lost their luster as if the very essence of life had been drained from this place. Finally, they reached the summit of a hill, where a large cave opened before them, deep shadows dancing within.
Crhono led the way, guided by his instinct, and upon entering, they were t with a sight that took their breath away. In the background, visible through the gloom, were the dragon kings: Stone and Electra.
Their majesty was undeniable, even amidst the chaos they had witnessed. Crhono approached with his head held high, while his companions followed behind with an air of significant respect.
"Stone, Electra," Crhono greeted in a firm tone and added, "We have sensed the disorder in our lands and have co to learn the cause." Stone, a dragon with brown scales like the earth that forms the mountains, stood up with a gesture that combined authority and tiredness.
His eyes flashed like steel under the sun, and his voice resonated with a powerful depth. "Crhono, Sohei, Draneg," he began. "The calm we knew has been violently interrupted by a Purgatory organization. They have attempted to seize the remnants of the fallen god, a task we believed impossible, but which they undertook with a ferocity we did not expect."
Electra, who had always been the perfect balance to the strength of her consort, intervened with a softness that contrasted with the seriousness of the situation. Her voice was like a whisper among the flas.
"Purgatory are cunning and ruthless; they used our peace to their advantage. They infiltrated among us, sowing discord and distrust. It was during the darkest nights that they launched their attack, trying to throw us into confusion."
"But they didn’t count on our unity," Stone continued, a slight glow of pride in his words. As he added, "We quickly organized ourselves. Every dragon, large and small, rallied under our banner. We had never seen such a display of bravery; we fought together with fire in our hearts and the wind at our back."
Sohei, intrigued by the details of the confrontation, asked a pointed question. "What happened on the battlefield? Don’t tell they were stubborn. With the power they had, they should have considered themselves undefeated."
Electra ran a delicate claw through her mane, ruefully recalling the monts they had lived through. "At first, yes; they underestimated us. It was a fatal mistake on their part. In each engagent, the dragons demonstrated their mastery in the art of combat, using the terrain to our advantage."
He paused and continued, "However, Purgatory is not just an organization; it is a cult with almost unlimited resources. A shadow army, allowing them to fight back with even greater violence."
Stone leaned forward, his scales glistening faintly in the dim light. "Their forces were deployed on multiple fronts. Their leaders carried out tactics that surprised us. They created illusions, and altered our surroundings, causing even the heavens to turn against us. But we… we are dragons. We withstood each onslaught with strength."
Draneg, the demigod, watched intently with deep interest. He noticed that the wounds the two kings bore were more than physical; they were scars from the recent war. "And their casualties?" he asked in a soft tone, adding, "Any victory cos at the cost of sacrifice." Stone looked down, his expression turning grim.
"We lost much. Many of our brothers and sisters are brave dragons who fought to the very end. When the battle fell, the ground was stained with the blood of those who defended our ho. The bloodlines of fire and thunder gave in."
Electra nodded, her face marked by the emotions his words evoked. "The hardest thing was seeing families mourn. For a dragon, family is everything. From the elderly to the unborn young, we all carry the weight of loss in our hearts. But in adversity, we find strength. We co together more than ever."
Crhono listened intently, feeling the king’s words resonate in his soul. They represented hope, strength, and a glorious past that could not be forgotten. "And what about the Purgatory organization?" he asked. "How are they now after the defeat?" he asked. Stone looked up, and in his eyes, there was fire, a spark of reborn determination.
"They suffered a heavy blow, that is certain, however, we cannot let our guard down. Although weakened, they are still active. They will seek revenge. In fact, I can feel their lurking presence even here."
Electra placed a hand on her consort’s claw, acting as an anchor in the storm of uncertainty. "We must rebuild. Strengthen our defenses and strengthen our bonds. Also call upon the allied clans, for the war is not over. The hardest test is yet to co."
Draneg, who had been motionless in contemplation, finally spoke. "Your voice is valid. Together, we can unite all those in danger. Let this act of war not be just the echo of desolation, but the call for unity among all races."
Crhono’s gaze rose to the horizon, where the sun was beginning to break through the clouds, casting golden lights over the devastated landscape. Hope shone faintly, but firmly. "We will fight again, not for ourselves, but for all who believe in a world where dragons rule the skies again without fear," he said majestically.
Together, Crhono, Sohei, and Draneg, along with Stone and Electra, understood that true strength lies in the union of their hearts. Peace might be broken, but the fla burning within them would never waver.
It is true that they lost a lot in the battle, but Crhono who assessed the situation coldly, had noticed that the dragons perford well, as not many lives were lost, and although the territory was shattered, it was sothing that could be recovered.
What bothered him was that a battle like this could not go unnoticed by the demigods of the continent, however, they did not lend their help. Stone and Electra told him that Biacko, Lugia, and the other dragons protecting Andrew had already co, but had returned to their mission.
They also reported that Zaros and Elidyr had sent their good intentions, but it was impossible for them to leave their hos for fear that Purgatory would attack them as well, and Crhono understood that.
Crhono’s anger was not with them, but with Kael, Asha, Theron, and Lyria, for not helping in tis of need. Draneg belonged to that group, but he was better, for he was with them.
Now he understood that Andrew’s decision to prefer Draneg as an ally even though he seed the worst among them was right. These tis call for unity, but these four were not worthy.
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