Author Note

This is another guest written chapter by Takao-kun. I have not edited this one so you will notice that the style of writing is much different than mine, and I haven't proof read it either.

Warden Gothic

Part 21

The Palace of Alexander the Dragon-god.

I laid stretched out across bedding and pillows along with four of my priestess who were passed out around my smaller dragon forms. I was only 15 or so feet long and that was good because it meant I wouldn't crush any of my priestesses should I roll over.

They had done their duty of drawing me out of my dragon rage and now I was resting. My draconic head currently nested in the valley of one priestess breasts, another woman was wrapped around my tail, and the last two laid side by side against my body with one my wings stretched over each of them like blankets.

Now relaxed my thoughts mulled over the prospect of the third version of Gothic, who I had encountered on my trip to the Dragon Age world. My rage had burned hot from the multiple insults Alistair had delivered to my followers, to me; and I had been sorely tempted to crush him, but no the Warden needed as many allies as he could get.

Being unable to kill him meant that I had returned to my Temple in a foul mood and upon seeing me my head priestess had sent those priestesses under to her to distract me, to calm me, and drain my rage through passion. One had sang, one had danced, one had played the harp, and the last I had mounted as the others performed.

My mind was calm again, my rage spent in acts of passion of flooding my essence into their wombs, not that it would take. Despite how much their wombs were bloated, and the spell that would keep it all in there until their body absorbed it. If I had learned nothing else from Greek mythology it was that if you are going to have sex with mortals make sure you cant impregnate them, having multiple half blood godlings running around the world was a recipe for disaster. So my seed would not quicken unless I commanded it ro, and even then I could withhold my divinity from spreading to my offspring. Producing half blood godlings was against the laws that I had agreed to along with my fellow gods, and given all that had happened with the Bhallspawn it was a wise policy.

I raised myself up and stretched, having some difficulty extracting my tail from the priestess' grip, before finally getting her to release it when I used my forked tongue to give her a few licks and she released it long enough to swat at my tongue. Then my serpentine neck and tail reached for blankets before dropping them over their naked bodies.

Once that was done I stalked toward the door out of my bedroom, between one step and next my form shifted from a red drake with serpentine features to an 8 foot tall human in red dragon themed armour.

I left my private chambers and went into my study. Inside I saw my head priestess making herself at home, leaning back in a chair with her thigh length boots resting on a end table, my eyes followed her shapely legs up her body to the leather bottom piece, showing off her bare mid riff, leather top showing off her massive breast, forearm length gloves holding up some arcane tome she was reading, ending with the hood of her body concealing cloak behind her, and her staff propped up against the chair she was lounging in. Sidara, the Archmage, my head priestess who had been another Adventurer involved in the Grand Game before it had been won and now served me.

I smiled predatorily at her lack of attention to her surrounding and slowly stalked toward her, I circled around her and lowered my head down to beside her ear. Still no reaction from her, so I licked along the outside of her ear. She shrieked out loud and flew out of the chair before tripping over the end table her feet had been resting on and crashing to the floor, too bad her cloak hid her ass from sight. She stood up shaking with fury and blasted me with an artic wind that should have frozen me solid, if I had been a normal human. To me it was little more than a cool breeze, I chuckled at her antics as she yelled and screamed at me, before taking a deep breath to calm down when she realized that I wasn't listening.

"My Lord, if you are quite done teasing me and fucking your priestesses enough to calm down. Perhaps you would like a report on the people you brought back with you and the dragonlings you brought back?" She forced out between clenched teeth, she was too easy and so much fun to fluster. Really needed to learn to relax, get her head out of those dusty tomes, and learn to live a little.

"They haven't been giving you much trouble, have they Sidara?" I asked as I stepped out of my study with Sidara following close behind.

"No my Lord, any trouble makers were dealt with before your return from their world. Some of the Dragonkin reported having to kill some of the more zealous warriors and their leader that attacked them in the caves while you were retrieving the eggs." She reported as we walked through the hallways of my temple/palace passing various servants and workers going about their tasks. While it would have been well within my power to fully furnish temple/palace by myself, it would have also used up a very large amount of power. Besides I wanted to see what the various artist, sculptor, carvers, and masons that had come to me could produce for me, before deciding.

"The dragon-blooded humans you brought back are somewhat lost in awe of their new surroundings. We have moved them into one of the future barracks and providing them with food, drink, and a place to rest. Though their beliefs are very strange, they seem to believe you are their 'Maker' in true form and have taken them to 'The Promise Land'. It may take some time before they can be reeducated to properly worship you." She advised, while I took a deep breath. The dragon eggs, dragonlings, and drakes had been my main targets to acquire, but once I realized how many people were still alive I had to take them too. At least Kolgrim and any other major leader of these people was already dead. Would make converting them over to worshipping me as a Dragon God easier, they had already been worshipping a dragon even though they thought she was Andraste reborn.

"The dragon eggs brought back have all been moved into the chamber you prepare. It has been heated to the temperature you ordered and has made the room uncomfortable for anyone who isn't a dragonkin or wearing clothes/armor with fire resistance or cooling spells. Any of the eggs that hatch will be moved into Draco's cavern were all the rest of dragonlings have been lead or herded. I believe I saw Draco shedding tears at the sight of so many dragonlings at once, and Vanessa was catching the tears in a bottle." As she spoke it remind me of one of the reasons why I had chose to become a Dragon God in the first place. There were whole worlds were a dragon had made the ultimate sacrifice to save them and the people there did not deserve it or betrayed the sacrifice.

One of the very first RPGs I ever remember playing was Breath of Fire, it had been a dragon in human form that had saved the world from a Goddess of Destruction. In the Breath of Fire 2, the dragon clan had removed themselves from the affairs of the world, devoting themselves entirely to keeping the Goddess sealed. By Breath Fire 3, the dragon clans had been massacred by all the rest of the world because the Goddess had whispered in their ears that the dragon clans were dangerous and could destroy the world.

My ears picked up the clashing of weapon, the labored breathing, and grunting of various bodies fighting. I changed course to one of the balconies overlooking the main courtyard of my temple/palace. Down below multiple pairs of combatants, were fighting each other in one-to-one combat. While several instructors, including one of my Drakonid, walked among them correcting stances, weapon grips, and how to attack better. Several healers and their apprentices were on the sidelines in case of any accidents and to train their students in their healing arts.

My future Dragon Knights in training, the world had a tendency to kill off dragons as soon as possible since an old enough of a dragon could wipe out whole cities and countries in their rage. With all the dragonling I had brought back they would eventually want to leave the cave when they were older and see the world and find their place in it. I planned to insure that each of them would have a protector/partner until they at least reached their first century. Dragons took a very long time to grow up, reproduced at a slow rate, and countless threat seek to end them before they had the chance.

I shift slightly looking past the courtyard, down the mountain, to the port city that was spring up at the foot of the mountain. Ships from other lands were coming to exploit Osso for its resource, establish new colonies, and all the other adventure of a new land. I could always use more worshippers and so long as they would follow my laws they were welcome to come, those that didn't, well the Dragonkin made for living examples.

At times it I still felt like was stuck in a game world, the four of us had agreed long ago that this was all real. There were still moments in time where we couldn't help, but think of it as a game, though now the genre had shifted from RPG to RTS. Felt like I was playing Black and White mixed with Civilization.

"My Lord?" Sidara questioned, drawing my attention back to the present, ah she was such a professional minion keeping track of the small details. "Just surveying my domain, Sidara. Come I want to go check on Draco and the young ones myself." I state as I turned with a swish of my cape as headed deeper into my temple/palace, Sidara jogging to keep up with my long strides.

Draco's cavern was toward the back of the mountain I had used my powers to hollow out giving him plenty of space to turn into his own cave, an opening out onto a cliff that he could launch from, a waterfall that flowed out of the mountain that he could use as a shower or drink, and maybe some day he would find a mate. For now though Draco was occupied with all the young ones that had never seen a male dragon as big as he was or that had wings too; they decided the best the best way to figure him out, was to climb all over him.

I had a good long laugh at the sight of Draco, there were dragonling on his tail, some chasing his tail as it moved, some where chasing one another around his legs, and one very brave or curious dragonling was clinging to his head dozens of feet up in the air and craning it head to look all around the cavern before looking back at Draco. The only comparison I could think of would be dozens of kittens being watched over by a adult tiger or lion. Vanessa had her own arms full with dragonlings smelling and attempting to push one another out of the way to be petted by her.

"Draco" not that it was his real name, from the world of Dragonheart was the second dragon on my list that I had saved, but to do so I have to inflict pain greater than he had ever known on him to do. Draco had shared part of his heart with, Einon, a spoiled brat of a prince that became a king tyrant. So long as Draco lived so would Einon, Draco was prepared to sacrifice himself to save the kingdom, but Vanessa and I had stepped into that world through the Portal spell and used another option. I tore Draco's heart from Einon and inserted it into Vanessa, one of my priestess who would now serve Draco for as long as she lived. Draco had suffered greatly through the process, even with Vanessa comforting him and using healing spells to ease the transfer. The power of the Dragonheart bond was that so long as the dragon lived so would the person who received the heart, the cost was that they shared each other pain, and should the dragon die so would person bound by the heart.

There was suddenly a long scream off to the side and a clanging of metal, turning I saw one of my servants had just dropped a platter of meat while clutching her bloody leg and a dragonling was quickly eating the dropped meat. I stomped over to the dragonling and picked it up by the back of its neck. The clawed fingers of my gauntlet digging into its scale as my fire heated them, I shook it roughly before bring it up to my eye, I glared at it as it went limped and whimpered, before turning it to look at the servant it bite.

"TI PLUVT" I hissed, not prey, in Draconic before dropping it.

Eyes were upon me as I watched the dragonling run away from to go hide behind some rock, while most of its body was hidden from view, it tail was sticking out shuddering. I looked to the dragonlings and Draco, they had all heard the words, and deep down in their bones it felt familiar, but they didn't understand the words themselves and that was the true tragedy; to hear their own language and not understand it at all.

I turned to the servant on the ground clutching her bleeding leg, I stepped closer to her and crouched down beside her leg. She flinched as I approached, she was new and hadn't fully converted to worshipping me. She was still very human and feared my power rather than take comfort in its presence. "Have patience with the little ones they are very young and their previous handlers feed them human flesh among other meats. Until we teach them better I would suggest wearing leather hide armor while attending them." I explained, drawing her attention away from her bleeding leg to me while my hand moved over the wound. Magical energy charged through my hand, converted to Life energy and flowed into her wounds knitting flesh back together.

I stood up and offered her a hand up, she took it while blushing and keeping her head down. As she stood up swaying on her leg still feeling the aftereffect of her freshly healed leg. The scattered meat was gathered up on platter again and I began tossing it at the dragonlings watching them fight and do tug of war against one another. More than enough meat to go around, but this fighting over food was important for their development. I watch two of them equally matched tugging on the same meat only for a third to leap between them and run off with the meat. They both gave chase before finding other pieces of meat to claim them as their own.

"Draco, Vanessa, I trust you can take care of the young ones from here." I greeted them, Draco nodded at me as his eyes kept track of the various dragonlings. "Thank you, I apologize for being skeptical when you first brought me here, but you have kept your word. I never thought I would live to see so many hatchlings in one place at once and that you would entrust me to teach them, there are not words to express the honor you have given me or the gratitude I owe you." Draco confessed, no he wouldn't know the words or other ways to express them. Compared to the Dragons of this world Draco would be considered a poor cousin to them, but he had come from a world of low magic and this was one of high magic. In time his body and power would catch up with what it should be had he been born on this world.

I bid them goodbye and left Draco's cavern, Draco believed what I had done for him and the dragonlings was out of kindness. No, I had saved Draco because his death was pointless and stupid, and I had needed him to take care of all the dragon eggs I was picking up from the Dragon Age world. The dragonlings had been a surprise, but hopefully they could be taught. Draco was the best dragon I knew of for teaching them how to be a dragon. It was all part of a long term plan to increase the dragon population of Osse since the Necromancer and other Adventures had killed many of the dragons across the land. There had been a few dozen dragons of various ages before the Necromancer had come, now there were maybe half-dozen there might be more hidden in disguise among the human and elves of this land.

I suddenly stopped, Sidara nearly running into my back, as I realized that there had been something missing from Draco's cavern. "Sidara? Where did the drakes that were brought back get to if they aren't in Draco's Cavern?" I questioned while in my gut I already knew the answer, the drakes of the Dragon Age world became consorts of any female they could find, not knowing any better they would follow their instincts. Seek out another female, with Andraste the dragon their previous mate being dead, they would seek out a new female.

I turned to Sidara, watching her eyes widen at the realization, coming a similar conclusion as I had. "Sidara go check on them, if the drakes are still alive get the aid of my dragonkin to remove them from her cavern. If they are dead when you arrive seek permission to have them removed and transfer their corpses to the Dragon Graveyard. I am going to my throne room, having other matters to attend to and may be leaving for several hours. I will be leaving things in your hands until I return." I ordered and watched her run off to handle the situation that was happening or to clean up the aftermath of mess that would be left.

The first dragon on my list that I had saved was Angelus from Drakengard world, she had been over 10,000 years old and absolutely hated humans, but for Caim, the human she had formed The Pact with to get revenge on the Empire they both hated, she had offered herself up to be used as the Goddess Seal. The natural state of the Drakengard world was a hellish apocalyptic world, the Goddess Seal so long as it was active transformed the world into a normal fantasy world.

Angelus was suppose to only be the Goddess Seal until they could find a new host for the Goddess Seal. The ungrateful humans that they saved had not only keep Angelus sealed away in darkness, but added to her burden to gain power, before stacking additional seals on her to keep her locked away. When she was finally freed in Drakengard 2, she had gone quite insane seeking to burn down the entire world in her rage and would have been killed to stop her.

I had to not only use my largest form to hold her down, attempt to heal her mind, and remove the Goddess Seal from her body without her dying. I had become very tired and used up a large amount of power to do so. Though I had enjoyed the irony of cursing the Goddess Seal on to the very girl that had been the prophetess of the order that had tried to bring about the end of the world in the first game.

Caim was a realistic depiction of a video game character in RPGs that could single handed slaughtered entire armies. He was a sociopath, a blood knight, ax crazy, and army slaughtering protagonist. During the prologue chapter of the story the cutscene that best defied his personality was that after single handedly breaking a siege on the castle that his sister the Goddess was at and making The Pact with Angelus to chase down those fleeing, Caim comes across a still living soldier that tried to kill his sister. He kills the soldier and spends the rest of the cutscene repeatedly stabbing the soldier over and over again.

The only beings Angelus currently trusted where her Pact partner/lover Caim and me for saving her from herself. I had done the best I could to heal her mind, but for now time and the company of Caim would be the best medicine for her soul. I had no need of them anytime soon, but should the need arise, they would be my most powerful weapon short of myself entering a war and that would take it to a whole different level of war. After all there was reason most of the fanon of Drakegard stated that the name of the game should be changed to "Caim Fucking Kills Everything".

The drakes had likely smelled Angelus' scent and had gone seeking after her, they will probably be dead by the time that Sidara gets to Angelus' Cavern. Either Caim or Angelus will have killed them, hadn't been expecting them to be savable in the first place and now they had probably got themselves killed anyways.

I had finally reached the doors to my throne room and pushed them open, before closing them behind me. I need more time to think on the situation and still had to contact Death God Gothic. I had actually designed my throne room after the throne room of the Fire Lord from Avatar: The Last Airbender, there was a moat of fire that separated my throne and the area around it from the rest of room. Multiple columns with statues of eastern dragons wrapped around them.

I stepped through the flames, that had been lit by my own fire, and saw the six naked females. Four humans and two elves in various stages of pregnancy wearing collars with chains attached leading back to my throne. Upon seeing me, four immediately averted their eyes from sight of me, one glare at me with absolute loathing, and last was too lost in pleasuring herself to notice me. I moved over to the one that glared at me and grab her by her collar lifting her up to my eye level. She held eye contact with me for a few moments in a battle of domination, before averting her eyes. The eyes were the window to the soul and it was very dangerous to challenge a dragon to a battle of wills.

I set her back down on the various pillows, bedding, and blankets spread out for them to rest comfortably or at least attempt to. I finished the climb up the steps to my throne before sinking into my throne and taking a deep breath. I sent out a message across the divine realm to Death God Gothic requesting permission to enter his temple/palace for a private meeting. Now I would just have to wait for a response.

My eye fell upon the fire separating my throne from the rest of the room, with deep breath the flames fell and when I released it the flames grew. I watch the flames fall and grow with my breathes for a few minutes before change their color going through several colors before finally settling on a rainbow of colors, the women stirred to the attention and watched the light show of colors.

Back in the Dragon Age world I had told Grey Warden Gothic that the Dragonkin were curse with their form for grave transgressions against Dragons, what I hadn't told him is what happened to the females that were part of those transgressions. These six had all gone beyond just killing dragons, if it had just been killing dragons in battle I would have cursed them with the form of a female Dragonkin. Two of them were "jaciv svaust jikmadaic vrantvrakic" egg breakers, one of them was "jaciv svaust riliwic nuwa'jimosi" hatchling crusher, one of them was "jaciv lincesa svaust svent naktar persvek vdri" killed dragon protecting her in its sleep, and the last two were "jaciv svaust weyoga regipre di achthend" poisoner of food for a dragon. These names had been tattooed into their flesh, anyone that understood Draconic would never help them. Most dragons would have killed them for what they did, I wasn't as merciful to give them the freedom of death, no they would spend the rest of their lives working to replace the lives that they had taken.

In 2-3 months from now the first two would lay the first two eggs, it would be difficult and painful, but I had made adjustment to their bodies for it the be possible and survive the process. Though I rather enjoyed watching the elves attempt to move around with the extra weight on them. They weren't so graceful anymore, and their pregnancy was far more visible due to the difference in body types compared to humans. The four human had all been Adventurers and no doubt wished they had returned to our world after the Grand Game was over, well one of them that looked like she had Asian feature had either broken from what I did or was very kinky and enjoying every moment of it.

Suddenly there was a chiming in my ear and I realized that Death God Gothic had sent his response that I had permission to enter his realm.

I rose from my throne and walked around it and entered a room hidden behind it. Inside the room contained four mirrors three of them would take me to the temple/palace of my fellow gods in Osso. Selias the Monk God, Edward the Monster Summoning God, and Gothic the Death God. The frames of each mirror reflected the god they lead to Selias' was covered in various monks fight, meditating, and teaching. Edward's was every creature that didn't belong to one of the greater races. Gothic's was covered in images death such as angels, gravediggers, and the dying being comforted. The last mirror would take me to the neutral ground where we laid down laws that the four of us all agreed to follow.

I stepped into Gothic's mirror the glass rippling like water. There were many reasons that I considered Gothic my closest ally, at least as much as gods could be to one another, but the main two reasons came down to the fact that while we were Adventurers when I needed his help to punish what would become my first two Dragonkin and first two egg layers. The other was that we shared one very important piece of territory between the two of us, the Dragon Graveyard, I protected the Dragon Graveyard as their was still power, memory, and essence of dragons in those skeletons. Gothic protected the dead from being violated by necromancer, we had to fight more than enough Bone Dragons under the command Necromancer Gothic, neither of us wanted to see anymore rise ever again.

As we took our seats I pulled out a bottle of wine that the dragon cultist had used for their sacraments and placed it in front of Gothic. Before pulling out a pitcher of milk and goblet for myself. I poured myself a drink as he pulled the cork from the wine bottle and sniffed it before producing his own goblet.

"We need to talk"