Between a Dragon Lord and an Overlord
Notes: Hello fellow wanderers! I hope you enjoy this sin I wrote! Criticism is very much appreciated.
Draykor shifted his weight, and tugged the collar of his suit nervously. No matter what, the outcome of this dinner will most likely end with him dead or worse. "M-my love, maybe I should leave you two in peace. I-it is Friday after all and it is her turn to-"
He was interrupted by his wife's hand silencing his lips. "I'm sorry to interrupt you beloved, but may I remind you that you agreed to this three days ago, and it would be extremely rude and selfish of you to bail on your wife like that." Finished saying her piece, she retracted her hand.
Draykor had nothing more to add, so he muttered an apology, and returned to twiddling his claws, while recounting the events that led to his predicament.
It's been three months since his wife has started dating the galaxy's evilest villainess. While most partners would be startled at the idea of their spouse wanting an open marriage, Draykor complied with her request. His kind are known for having open marriages, so, his consent wasn't a complete surprise to Demurra, either.
It wasn't a problem, until she informed him that the person that she is seeing is Lord Dominator. Dominator, the literal manifestation of evil. The ruthless villain, who's been wreaking chaos and destruction all over the galaxy. There were very few times where Draykor would disagree with her on any of decisions, but this… this was insane!
So, of course, like any other sane person, he tried to convince her to reconsider dating Dominator. "Demurra, please think about this! Don't you remember what happened to all of the other planets?! She's already wiped out a quarter of the galaxy! Who's to say she's not using you to destroy our planet?!"
Demurra sighed. "I know beloved and I'm honestly questioning myself as to why I'm giving her another chance. I already gave her a plethora of chances before..." She turned away from him and stared at the many moons of their planet with a faraway look in her eyes.
Draykor had never seen her like this before. She had told him that she was once in a relationship with Dominator during her sophomore and senior years, but he never thought that they used to be that intimate. He realized that his wife would not yield to his warnings, and he didn't want to bring up the subject of her history of dating Dominator, since it'll aggravate her even further than she is now.
Instead, he wrapped his arms and wings around her. "My love, I know I can't stop you, and I can't comprehend why you're doing this, but." he leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, "I know that no matter what happens, you will be safe, because you have more strength than a thousand Lord Dominators put together."
Demurra couldn't help but let out a giggle. "Oh believe me beloved, I doubt that Dominator would harm me in any way." She stopped giggling and returned his embrace. "… Thank you for supporting me, though. This would have been much more arduous if you were opposed to it."
Draykor snorted. "Demurra, what kind of husband would I be if I didn't?" Draykor asked, gently stroking her blonde hair.
Demurra snuggled against him; enjoying his warmth. "I don't know, but we must rest up now. Tomorrow is the festival, and we have to be there for our subjects."
They had agreed that she would stay with him, Tuesdays through Thursdays and she'd reside with Dominator, Friday through Mondays. Everything was surprisingly calm for Draykor during those three months. Sure, he had extra work, and had to come up with excuses for the kids as to why their mother wasn't present. But he was more relieved that Demurra still came back in one piece. In fact, most of the time she came back in a happy mood. The times she didn't come back in a great mood was because of some mischief, Dominator had caused, that she would rant about it to Draykor. Sometimes, she even comes back with battle scars, or at least that's what it looked like to him. He panicked the first time she came back with them, but she assured him that it was all part of their activities.
"… So, what activities do you two do on the ship?" Draykor curiously asked.
"Honestly, beloved, you're better off not knowing," she replied courtly.
After that, he refrained from asking anymore questions.
Oh, if only things had stayed that way.
One day, Draykor noticed that his wife was quieter than usual, and her eyes weren't exactly focused on the book in front of her. "Is something wrong honey?"
Demurra snapped out of her trance. "Oh no! I'm fine beloved, it's just that- ugh!" She set down her book in frustration.
"Hold on, honey." He got up from the bed and opened the door and gazed at the hallways to make sure their children weren't eavesdropping. When he was sure no one was around he closed it, and returned his attention to his wife. "What's the matter honey?"
Demurra looked downcast and stayed silent for a while. Finally, she sighed and looked at Draykor straight into his eyes. "How would you feel about having dinner with me and Dominator? She asked.
He fainted, right then and there.
