Raphael watched as the golden aura began to radiate from Elliot and his rapier, but he wasn't going to just stand there idly and let the man attack him.
He prepared to charge an attack of his own.
The crowd stood and watched in silence. The anticipation in the air was heavy, as Elliot's power grew with his rage.
Raphael had to admit, the golden aura was impressive.
Ryak'al, time to work your magic.
He waited to feel the familiar heat rising from his spirit and making his way towards his palms.
But for some reason, he felt nothing.
...
Ryak'al?
With every second wasted, Elliot's strength was increasing. The man was shining like a sun at that point, preparing a concentrated strike in the palm of his hands.
What the hell... Ryak'al, it's time to get to work-
Everything went black.
In a second, Raphael seemed to vanish from the garden hill. Away from his duel with Elliot.
As the darkness faded away, he seemed to be floating in an ethereal realm, standing impossibly on top of a cloud in the blue sky.
"Don't worry, you're not dead."
Raphael heard a female voice coming from behind him, catching him off guard.
He turned around, which seemed to be in slow motion in this strange realm, and before him stood something incredible.
It was a woman. One he was certain he had never met before, yet her presence felt awfully familiar.
Her hair was white, and so long that it reached down to her bare feet. She wore no clothes at all,
Her waist was thin, yet her body was curvy, and her breasts were huge and soft. Her skin was a whitish pink and her eyes an absolute black.
There was a deep scar cutting diagonally across her face, but it did nothing to take away from her beauty.
Not only was she perhaps the most gorgeous woman Raphael had ever laid eyes on, but she was also elegant.
As though she were above even royalty.
Like she was a Goddess.
"Who are you?" Raphael asked, his voice echoing in the skies.
The woman watched him, unshamed of her naked body. Though she crossed her arms and put on a face that seemed to be grumpy.
"What do you mean, who am I? Don't you recognise me?"
As the woman spoke, things started to fall into place for Raphael.
The circumstances in which he had brought here...
The elegance of the woman...
Her hair colour...
"You're the White Dragon." He said in awe.
He had never seen or heard the dragon's voice. It was simply something that he had known lived inside of him since the day he was born.
Yet he had always thought of it as an actual dragon. A creature.
No part of him would have guessed that it was actually an incredibly gorgeous white-haired woman.
"That's right, and I'm not sure if you've noticed, but you're about to be blasted by a powerful attack from your opponent."
Her tone was playful, despite her regal look and incredible power, yet her words left Raphael confused.
"Yeah, I know, so why aren't you helping me fight back? I called your name twice and yet you didn't let out your flames."
The White Dragon began to play with her long hair, trying her best to look annoyed.
She pouted her bottom lip, making herself look sad, and sat her naked buttocks down on the cloud.
"I know... I got jealous."
...
What?
"Hey, I can hear that."
Raphael stood there in disbelief. Both at the fact that the White Dragon could get jealous and the fact that she could still hear his thoughts in this realm.
"You do so much for the women of Vailstone, but when it comes to me... You don't even know I exist."
Her tone was sad, but in a playful way. Like a stubborn child who wasn't getting things their way.
Raphael couldn't help it. He found her cute.
So even the goddesses want my attention?
Wait... Shit! She can hear that.
He walked over to The White Dragon, who sat there in the clouds, arm crossed beneath her huge breasts.
Once in distance, he reached down and wrapped his hands around her thin waist, lifting her to her feet.
Her body was weightless, yet her skin was smooth and warm to the touch.
She let out a cute yelp as he brought her into a tight hug. Her soft breasts pressed against his chest, which made him stiffen instantly.
It seemed that even his ethereal body had its needs.
"W-what are you doing." The dragoness said as her cheeks blushed.
Raphael ran his hands down her spine, which sent a pleasurable chill down her body. Then, he rested them on her soft behind, gently fondling her.
"I'm showing my appreciation to you, for all the times you've helped me."
His heart raced at what he planned to do.
Could he really sleep with a... Goddess?
He slowly reached his hands around, making his way towards her pussy.
At first, The White Dragon showed no resistance, but before he reached his destination, she pulled herself away.
The two locked eyes for a moment, but she looked away shyly.
"D-don't worry, you've done enough to show me... I just wanted to make sure that you cared about me."
Raphael wanted to say something to himself in his head but decided against It.
"I'll send you back now, and help you beat that loser to a pulp. I've seen how he treats his woman, you're hardly in the wrong for sleeping with her."
It felt strange to have such a powerful being encouraging his woman stealing addiction, but he was hardly going to complain.
"Alright, I'm ready when you are. Just make sure we meet again like this soon so we can finish what we started." He winked playfully at the White Dragon as she weaved her arms around, casting some sort of magic.
But before he returned to his reality, the dragon said one last thing to him.
"Oh, and by the way Raphael, my name is Rachael. Not Ryak'al. I don't know where you heard that name from."
Shit.
Then, the darkness returned for a moment, before Raphael was placed back into his reality.
Elliot was almost done weaving his final ability, a large golden light glowing from the palms of his hands.
Raphael wasted no time, speaking to the dragon that he was now much more familiar with.
Alright, Rachael. Let's burn him up.
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