Option A was efficient. It was also monstrous.

Judas had no problem becoming a thief, a rogue, and occasionally a horny husband.

But he wasn't a villain. He wouldn't hunt down people who thought they were saving the world just because they were unwitting pawns.

"We go for the source," Judas decided. "We don't wait for the Apocalypse to descend. We target his influence here. We break his control."

Nyx stared at him.

'Did this human lose his mind?' she blinked. Anyway, she loved the ambition in his voice. It was distinct from the mana he usually radiated.

It was delicious.

She shifted closer. Her hand moved.

Judas felt a slight pressure on his thigh. He looked down.

Nyx's pale, slender hand rested on his knee. Then, it slid upward.

Her fingers were cool, contrasting sharply with the heat of his skin through the fabric of his trousers.

She made contact with the bulge in his pants.

Judas blinked. "Nyx?"

She didn't pull away. She squeezed. Lightly. Testing the density.

"You are leaking excess Yang energy," Nyx stated matter-of-factly. "It is inefficient to let it dissipate."

Her golden eyes flickered up to his face. There was no coyness there. No human hesitation.

Just hunger. Hunger for the energy she had tasted the night before, and perhaps, a curiosity about the act itself.

"Do you want it?" Judas teased, his voice dropping an octave.

Nyx nodded earnestly. Her hair fell over her face as she leaned forward.

"Then take it."

She didn't need further permission.

Nyx moved between his legs.

She sat on her heels, her small frame fitting perfectly in the space.

Her fingers worked the laces of his trousers with surprising dexterity.

She pulled the fabric down.

His erection sprang free, already hard, twitching in the cool air of the room.

Nyx stared at it. She leaned in, sniffing it.

"Musk," she whispered. "I like it."

She extended her tongue. It was long, pink, and split at the tip.

She licked the head.

Judas hissed, his hands gripping the arms of the chair. The texture was unique.

Her tongue was slightly rougher than a human's, and the fork allowed her to stimulate two points simultaneously.

"Hot," Nyx mumbled.

She opened her mouth and took him in.

She was learning.

Last night had been a crash course, but Nyx possessed a processor capable of analyzing combat data in microseconds.

Applying that to oral sex was terrifyingly effective.

She bobbed her head. She didn't just use her mouth; she used suction.

She tightened her throat muscles in a rhythmic wave that mimicked the sensation of penetration.

"Fuck," Judas groaned, looking down at the top of her head.

Her hair spilled over his thighs like black silk. The sight of the Dragon Calamity, the most feared creature in the North, serving him like this was a heady mix of power and pleasure.

Slurp. Gluck.

She was enthusiastic. She treated it like a meal she didn't want to end.

Her hands came up to cup his balls, fondling them with a gentleness that belied her strength.

"Deeper," Judas commanded, his hips bucking involuntarily.

Nyx obeyed. She relaxed her jaw and took him to the hilt. Her nose brushed against his trimmed pubic hair.

She gagged slightly, but didn't stop. She hummed against his shaft, the vibration traveling straight to his spine.

The energy transfer was happening. He could feel it. A subtle drain on his stamina, but a massive spike in his pleasure.

"Nyx... I'm close."

She pulled back, the head of his cock popping out of her mouth with a wet sound. A string of saliva connected them.

"Do not waste it," she ordered, her eyes glowing. "The essence."

She dove back down. She sucked hard.

Judas threw his head back. He couldn't hold it.

"Ah!"

He erupted.

Nyx swallowed. She didn't spill a drop. She drank him down, her throat working as she consumed the vitality he offered.

When he was finally empty, she pulled back. She licked her lips, cleaning them with the efficiency of a cat.

Her cheeks were flushed a rosy pink.

"Nothing is wasted," she announced, looking pleased, "unlike the other four."

Judas sat there, panting, his heart rate slowly returning to normal. He looked at her. Her lips were wet, swollen.

He felt a different kind of urge. Not just to receive, but to claim.

"My turn," Judas said.

Nyx blinked.

"Mate?"

"You took my energy," Judas said, standing up and pulling his pants up, but not fastening them.

He reached down and grabbed her under the arms, lifting her effortlessly. "Now I want to taste yours."

He carried her to the rug beside the bed, away from the sleeping girls. He laid her down.

Nyx looked up at him, confusion warring with curiosity. "Dragon energy is volatile. It is not stored in... fluids like humans."

"Let's test that hypothesis," Judas murmured.

He knelt between her legs. He pushed the hem of her white shift up.

Nyx wasn't wearing underwear. She didn't see the point of it.

Her nether regions were pale, hairless, and perfect. The slit was closed tight, untouched save for their encounter yesterday.

Judas lowered his head.

The moment his breath hit her, Nyx flinched.

"Cold," she whispered.

"It'll warm up," Judas promised.

He licked her.

"Hng!"

Nyx's back arched off the rug. Her hands flew to his hair, gripping it.

Dragon physiology was sensitive. Her scales protected her from swords and magic, but here, in her human form, she was raw nerves.

Judas used his tongue broad and flat at first, tasting her. She tasted like ozone and honey. Sweet, but with a static charge that made his tongue tingle.

He found her pearl. He flicked it.

"If you stop, I will eat you!" Nyx cried out.

"You have already eaten me…"

"N-not that..." Her voice strangled in her throat as Judas increased his pace.

He held her hips down with his large hands, pinning her to the floor. He focused his attention on that small nub.

He swirled his tongue around it. He sucked on it gently.

Nyx's legs began to shake. She wasn't used to this. Last night had been about fullness, about penetration. This was focused, sharp, electric pleasure.

"Human... human..."

"Call me Judas..."

"Judas... Judas. Don't stop..." she chanted his name, her heels drumming against the floorboards.

He slid two fingers inside her. She was incredibly hot, wet, and tight.

He pumped his fingers while his tongue worked her clit.

"I am... I am going to..."

She clamped her thighs around his head, trapping him.

"Let go," Judas muffled against her skin.

Nyx screamed silently, her mouth opening in a gasp.

She shattered.

A wave of heat rolled off her, singeing the edges of the rug. Her internal muscles spasmed around his fingers, squeezing with crushing force.

Judas endured it, drinking in her juices, tasting the power of a True Dragon.

When she finally went limp, Judas pulled back. He wiped his mouth, tasting the unique flavor of her arousal.

Nyx lay there, staring at the ceiling. Her chest heaved.

Nyx turned her head. Her eyes were hazy, the golden irises swimming.

She reached up, her hand cupping his cheek.

"You are my favorite human..." Above her head, the affection meter moved to one.

"It's so good," she murmured, her eyes closing as sleep finally claimed her.

Judas chuckled. He kissed her forehead.

He scooped her up and carried her to the Couple Space, finding a small space between his wives.

He lay down on the edge, staring into the darkness.

The Apocalypse was coming. The world was a trap. His family were cosmic tyrants.

But as he listened to the breathing of the women around him, Judas felt a calm resolve settle in his chest.

Let the Apocalypse come. He would steal the very throne of the Origin if he had to.

Because no one touched his wives. No one.

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