The girl slowly placed her hand around his dick, spitting on the tip before swallowing his dick again.
This time, Azreal was unable to contain his urges, he trapped her hair roughly and shoved his dick into her mouth while the other two kept sucking his balls and his left hand playing with the other's pussy.
The girl coughed as she could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat, each thrust he gave her made her almost fall unconscious.
Finally, Azrael let it out, his cum, pumped from his balls, flowed inside her mouth and directly into her throat.
He quickly brought out his dick as he pushed the dragon girl who was standing, down on her knees with the others they all knelt with their open tongue ready to have a taste of his cum juice.
Using his left hand, he held his balls, and his right hand went up and down his dick. Moving to all directions he made sure that at least a drop of his juice made its way into the mouth of each dragon girl.
Once his balls were empty, panting heavily, Azrael took a step back as he relaxed on the wall behind him as he watched the girl, their hands in front of their mouth as some of the cum poured on them.
Suddenly, the system screen appeared before him.
[Congratulations host, quest completed new skill granted 'Mind Domination: level 1]
[Skill Activated]
"Mater's cum!" they uttered in unison as they stared at Azrael's seed for a while before giggling and licking it, a satisfied expression on their faces as they savored the taste.
"Wait they just called me master?" He thought.
[Yes your new skill has been activated, you are now their master but only for an hour. You've had your fun, so I suggest you work fast to get what you came for so you both can leave this place]
"Huh? Just one hour? So you telling me that I just risked my dick for a skill that merely works for an hour? I promise I will get you when we escape here," Azrael said.
[Ok! But work fast]
He turned to the four dragon girls who were still busy licking off his seed from every part of their body.
Azrael swiftly dressed himself, aware of the urgency of the situation. The four alluring female dragons also donned their garments, and they stood ready for action.
Their fierce eyes, once filled with disdain, now shimmered with loyalty and anticipation. They had been bound to him through sheer force of will and a strange twist of fate, their minds now entwined with his own.
He looked each one over, noting the fire that burned just beneath their scales. Powerful allies, he mused. And I'll need every ounce of their strength.
"You follow me now," he said, his voice even, commanding. "Our enemy is ahead. We shall take the dragon's heart together."
The tallest of the dragonmaids crossed her arms over her chest, an emerald glow flashing in her eyes as it traced out a savage grin. "We follow because you proved yourself stronger. Lead well, or we'll tear you apart ourselves."
Azrael smirked. "Fair enough."
With every step closer to the lair of the dragon, the cavern shook and its golden eyes shone out of the darkness. It was a giant body coiled and waiting, with curling smoke from nostrils that filled the air with the pungent sting of sulfur.
"You return with servants," the dragon rumbled in his voice deep and resonating like thunder. "You thought I would be so easily deceived?"
Azrael stepped forward, flanked by the four dragonmaids, an implacable honour guard of death. "No deception, great dragon. I am here for your heart-and I will not be leaving without it."
The dragon laughed, and shook the walls. "Foolish mortal. You command my daughters, but their strength will not be enough to save you."
And then, in one burst of flame, without warning, fire belched through the cavern, an advancing wall of heat and ravenous destruction. He threw up an arm, eyes wide open in shock-but it was the dragonmaids that moved first.
"Protect him!" the one with hair of silver exclaimed.
Without words, into action they went, skin shimmering with scales and shielding Azrael.
The flames licked their defenses but could not penetrate. The tallest snarled, her claws glowing with a green hue of energy absorbed, then in again, redirected into a burst of raw force.
"Now!" Azrael commanded.
In a blur of speed and muscle, the shortest launched herself at the head of the dragon, and true to mark she struck-a brutal kick to land with the crash of sound much like the crack of thunder-and it reeled for just a heartbeat-.
The others followed, their claws and tails a blur of assault that pushed the dragon backward step by step.
Azrael's mind was awhirl as he guided their attack, his thoughts tied in with theirs. He shared their exultation and their rage, their fear. Every movement was exacting-a dance of chaos and control.
The dragon roared in fury, swiping with massive claws that could cleave stone. One blow sent the silver-haired dragonmaid skidding across the ground, her armor dented but her spirit unbroken.
"Get up!" Azrael urged through their mental link.
She growled in response, leaping back into the fray with renewed vigor. "I'm not done yet."
The cavern shook again as the dragon created another attack-a shockwave of pure force sending shards of rock raining from above. Azrael dove to the side, narrowly avoiding a large boulder which crashed where he had been standing.
"Together!" he exclaimed. "Channel your power!"
The dragonmaids spoke as one. Energy crackled through the air as they combined their elemental forces. Flames surged toward the dragon, a symphony of destruction that struck with the fury of a tempest.
The dragon roared in pain, its scales scorched and cracked. But it was not defeated.
Azrael knew they couldn't keep this up forever. The dragon was ancient, its strength vast. His only chance lay in outsmarting it.
"Draw it toward the center!" he yelled. "Loosen its footing!"
Sleek, lethal, and obedient to his will, the dragonmaids drove the beast into a narrow place where the floor was treacherous. Every blow, every movement, loosened fragments of rock beneath.
"Now!" Azrael focused his will and slammed it into the floor of the cavern. He could feel the pulse of mana through him, a surge of power that rippled outward.
The earth gave way, and with a deafening crash, the dragon plunged deep into a chasm, its wings tangled, its body pinned.
With labored breathing, Azrael strode to the edge, heart pounding in his chest. He stared down at the defeated beast; its golden eyes were dulling.
"You fought well," he whispered, "but this is my victory."
With a final burst of will, he plunged his hand deep into the dragon's chest. A wave of heat and energy washed over him as his hand closed upon its heart, pulsing, alive, and full of power.
Azrael stumbled backward, clutching the heart tightly in his hand. His comrades, battered but triumphant, closed in around him.
"You did it," the silver-haired dragonmaid whispered, eyes wide with awe.
He nodded, his fist clenching tighter on the heart. "We did it."
For the first time, he allowed himself a smile.
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