Chapter Two
Present Time
The dragon slaughtered every male elf. Their kingdom was drenched in blood, and their cries faded into silence. The elven king, David, stood amidst the ruins, his people falling around him. Desperate, he made a final offer.
David: "I will give you my daughter's hand in marriage if you spare my people. You can take my life if you must."
The dragon smirked, unimpressed.
Dragon: "I don't care. That was never up for discussion. I was going to kill you anyway."
Just as the dragon was about to strike the final blow, a sudden transformation overtook him. His monstrous form began to shift, his scales shedding like molten gold. His body elongated, taking on a human shape, yet his presence remained as powerful and terrifying as ever.
Standing before the king was no longer a beast but a man—tall, imposing, and godlike. He was 8 feet tall, his long red hair flowing like fire. His deep blue eyes held the vastness of the sky and the ocean. His physique was sculpted to perfection, with broad shoulders and an eight-pack torso. His horns remained, majestic and curved, a reminder of his true nature. His smooth white skin gleamed in the moonlight, and his light pink lips gave him an ethereal, almost deceptive softness.
Seeing the dragon lose his original form, the king thought he had a chance. With renewed hope, he lunged forward, sword aimed for the heart. But the dragon was prepared. With a single hand, he caught the blade mid-swing. Metal cracked in his grip, shattering like glass. Before the king could react, the dragon snatched a broken piece of the blade—and with one swift motion, he drove it through David's throat.
The king collapsed. The dragon knelt beside him, his voice calm.
Dragon: "You died by your own blade. A fitting end."
His glowing eyes scanned the battlefield. The entire male elven population was gone. Their kingdom lay defenseless, the remaining survivors trembling before him. His gaze landed on the princess of the elves—Bella.
With ease, he lifted her into his arms. She gasped but did not resist, frozen in terror. From his back, great dragon wings unfurled, their leathery expanse blotting out the sky. With a single powerful flap, he soared into the heavens, carrying her away from the only home she had ever known.
Their destination? His dungeon—a dark, ancient lair carved deep beneath the earth.
The moment they landed, he dropped her onto the cold stone floor. Bella scrambled to her feet, her body trembling. The dim torchlight flickered against the cavern walls as she cautiously took a step back.
Her voice wavered as she spoke.
Bella: "M-May I ask your name?"
The dragon smirked, stepping closer, his blue eyes gleaming.
Dragon: "My name is Dragon."
As Drygon settled into his grand chamber, the dim glow of torches flickered against the cavern walls. The dungeon was vast, with black stone pillars stretching toward the ceiling and golden treasures glimmering in the shadows.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the halls as three elegant figures approached.
His wives.
Unlike him, they remained in their dragon forms, their scales shimmering under the torchlight. Their beauty was unmatched, their eyes fierce, their bodies powerful.
Drygon's three wives had come to greet him.
Daniella, his first wife, had crimson scales and piercing yellow eyes.
Christina, his second wife, was covered in deep sapphire blue scales, her eyes sharp as daggers.
Josephine, his third wife, bore silver scales, her presence both regal and commanding.
They all stood before him, their powerful forms kneeling in respect.
A Dragon's Devotion
Daniella: "Welcome home, my love. As you can see, I have failed to evolve into a greater dragon like you… Please, punish me as you see fit."
Drygon: "I am in a good mood tonight, so I will not punish you."
Daniella's eyes widened in surprise but remained silent.
Christina stepped forward next.
Christina: "Welcome home, my love. As you can see, I have evolved into a greater dragon… and for that, I ask for my reward. Take me into your chambers tonight and fulfill my desires."
Drygon smirked.
Drygon: "Your wish shall be granted tonight."
Daniella: "I have also evolved… I wish for the same request."
Drygon: "It will be granted tonight."
Josephine: "I have evolved as well… I, too, desire the same reward."
Drygon: "It will be granted tonight."
The three wives smiled in satisfaction.
The Elf's Fate
Daniella turned her attention to the pale, trembling Bella, who stood in the corner of the chamber.
Daniella: "Is this elf going to be our new maid?"
Drygon turned his gaze toward Bella, his expression unreadable.
Drygon: "No. She is going to be carrying my child."
A moment of silence filled the room.
Then, all three wives turned to him in shock.
All Three Wives: "What?! Is this not the same elf your brother was with?"
Drygon's eyes darkened.
Drygon: "Is there a problem with my decision?"
The air in the chamber grew heavy. His menacing gaze sent a shiver down their spines. None dared to question him further.
The Birth of the Daughters
That night, Drygon claimed each of his wives as promised.
A year passed, and all three of his wives became pregnant, their bellies round with his children.
When the time came, each gave birth—to twins.
But there was a problem.
They were all girls.
Drygon, the mighty ruler of the dungeon, had hoped for a son—an heir who could lead the monsters in the dungeon. Yet, he found himself father to six daughters.
Despite his initial disappointment, he still cherished them.
He named them one by one.
Daniella's daughters:
Ayisha – brown eyes, brown hair.
Rukaya – black eyes, brown hair.
Christina's daughters:
Huba – black eyes, black hair.
Ijara – blonde hair, blue eyes.
Josephine's daughters:
Nawal – red hair, green eyes.
Samira – unknown features.
However, Bella had not yet given birth.
Even stranger—her stomach had grown unnaturally large, but no child came.
Three years passed.
All of Drygon's daughters grew into beautiful little girls.
The Daughters' Affection
On the morning of their third birthday, the girls rushed into their father's chamber, where he lay resting beside his wives.
They jumped onto him all at once, giggling and climbing over his massive form.
All the children: "Good morning, Father!"
Drygon opened his piercing blue eyes, gazing at his daughters with a rare softness.
For now, he had no son.
But something inside him told him that Bella's unborn child would change everything