Greed God chapter 238

April 15th 2016 New Jersey, Rosewood, 11:00 PM EDT

Shifting  into my draconic form was...kind of nice. I hadn't really noticed it,  but being humanoid felt kind of confining, like wearing a shirt that was  too tight and choked you a little bit. I got over it fast and it became  background noise, but the annoyance was still there, and now that I was  going I was kind of reveling in the freedom.

I'd  expected it to be cramped, but a few spells from Scott had the space  unstable enough that my manifestation didn't hit the walls. It was a  weird feeling, but a neat one. Jenny, who had been watching from the  side, gaped at me in breathless amazement. "He's so BIG." She  tentatively stepped forward to stroke a scale, tracing the gold patterns  on the green surface with wonder a reverence.

My  ego was slightly punctured when Scott snorted. "He's a runt." I glared  at the old man, but he just rolled his eyes. "Dragons never stop  growing. An Elder Dragon is ten times that size. A hundred feet is just  into adolescence. Decently powerful bloodline, I'll grant you, but he's  barely more than a hatchling. I've seen dragons who have reached Dragon  God status, the damned things are measured in MILES, not feet."

Amy and Barbie were both giggling madly at my obviously unhappy expression, but Jenny  seemed undisturbed. She leaned against my side, rubbing my scales.  "Well I think he's handsome. I've always wanted to ride a dragon."I  found myself feeling warmed by the praise in an interesting way, Jenny  might be a jiggly green sex bomb, but she was kind of sweet too. I  promised myself when I eventually pounded her into a drooling mess I'd  take special care to put a big dumb smile on her pretty green face.  Besides, I didn't have any green girls, and as a green dragon, I had to  make sure my first was memorable.

Barbie  started coughing, clearly trying to suppress a laugh at the double  entendre as she muttered. "I'm sure she'll get plenty of dragon riding  in soon enough." To my wife, who smothered her own giggle by burying her  face in the redheads chest.

Figuring getting a hard on as big as her whole body would probably scare Jenny  off, I clamped down on my reaction and just refocused on Scott.  "Alright, so what do I need to do to take advantage of this loophole.  You said its a specific direction or whatever, can you set up a trail  for me to follow?"

A  few more muttered words and gestures and the air begins to crackle with  green flame, a flame that shapes itself into basically a runway in the  air, showing me the path we need to take. It's steep and for any normal  flying creature would probably be impossible. Normal creatures would  need to get a running start, to build up steam for takeoff to follow the  trajectory. I don't.

"Alright,  all aboard." I said impatiently. "I don't want some old guy riding on  my back for longer than necessary. Though I'm happy to take any of the  three beautiful ladies for a leisurely glide around the city should they  feel the urge." I winked at Jenny, who was still waiting to climb on,  and her giggle was fun to listen to. Not sexual really, just a kind of  sweet wonder at being around a mythical creature.

The  ability to conceive of motivations for other people that WEREN'T  produced by the id was...a new thing for me. I still believed most  things were base instinct deep down, fucking, fighting, feeding, most  human interaction was driven by these things. But there was...other  stuff. Not big stuff really, but stuff that I understood better now.  Which wasn't to say I wasn't planning to stuff those doughy green buns  like the worlds jiggliest eclair, but before I took her for a ride I  didn't mind the idea of ACTUALLY taking her for a ride if it made her  happy.

It  took me a bit to work out why that was, but eventually I realized...I  could FEEL her joy. Not through my own abilities, but because her inborn  power was similar enough to mine that they kind of...rubbed against  each other. It was a little intoxicating, once I noticed it, and it  explained why I'd give a fuck about making her happy, but...I wanted to  feel more of that. More bubbly excitement and glee. It was such an alien  thing to experience for me.

Sadly  my introspection was cut short when they finished climbing on, and I  had to put aside the latest pretty little thing I planned to own as I  prepared to launch. "Alright. Please keep all hands and feet against the  vehicle at all times. Air Lord is not responsible for any lost or  damaged carry on items and no snacks will be served on this flight,  though there are three of them on board as passengers." That got a  giggle from all three girls, though an eye roll from Barbie. Scott was  much less amused and zapped me with a lightning bolt I barely felt.

With  warnings and flirtation done, I crouched beneath the indicator,  preparing to leap into the air. I had my wings spread and my legs bent  (all four of them) since this form was an upgrade of primal force, I  could still use all my old tricks. As I say, I built the power inside  me, imbuing it into my legs and after a minute or two pushed off hard.

There  was an explosion of energy as the Primordial Spark imbued its force  into the motion of my liftoff. I shot upward like a big scaly bullet and  a single hard flap of my wings pushed me even faster along the  trajectory I wanted. I wasn't sure it worked, until my horns slammed  into...something, and smashed through. The space fragmented as we tore  free, and I expected to be back in the mansion or something, but what I  saw instead shocked me.

The  maze. Not the one on the grounds, THIS maze. The magic maze. It  stretched out for miles below us, full moon blazing in the sky above it.  We hung above an almost endless expanse of black leaves and shadowy  empty aisles, but Scott chuckled. "We're in the second layer, past the  initial traps. We should be able to fly straight to the midpoint of the  maze without any further trouble. Can you see where we need to go? Or do  we need a tracking spell?"

I felt a mild thump as Jenny  smacked him, presumably on the shoulder. "Hush, daddy. It's so pretty.  Give us a second to take it in before you have him rushing off." She  cooed appreciatively, nuzzling against me, and as out powers melded a  bit I felt another rush of weirdly innocent joy. "This is so lovely.  Thank you Nicky. You're such a gentleman." I had to choke back a snort  since I was neither of those things, at least not at the moment, but I  took the comment in the spirit which it was given.

Part  of me gloried in this weird sensation. I wanted to take her to  amusement parks or bowling alleys or some shit so I could enjoy this  feeling. Or maybe just fuck her and enjoy the feeling from that. It  wouldn't be as innocent, but I could totally do gentle and considerate  sex. I paused...maybe I should ask Dinah for some pointers. Or maybe  Amy. My wife seemed to have expectations of romance. If I made the sex  with Jenny cringy and romantic enough maybe I could get a longer shot of  this good shit.

Still,  I was obviously going to humor the green bombshell and not the old man,  so I let myself drift in the air, taking in the empty night full of  moonlight and maze. It took me about two seconds to realize what was  missing though. Stars. There were no stars. The moon sat in total  blackness, an all encompassing dark that seemed to suck me in if I  stared at it too long, and I jerked my eyes back down to the maze  sharply, no longer as interested in playing sight seer.

"I  see the center." I said quickly, not wanting my girls to feel that  weird gut wrenching tug I'd just felt when staring up. Like something  was dislodging my soul. I also felt a sense of malice and gleeful  sadism, and I was pretty sure that clued me in to what I'd just been  looking at. That sky was the Heart of Darkness, or at least some kind of  manifestation of Eclipso. Which meant this fucker was almost definitely  getting closer to manifesting.

We  needed to find him and stomp his teeth in so we could save my sisters  squishy little yoga booty (I assumed it was squishy, I'd have to get a  nice handful when I saved her to confirm. Maybe a hug or something.)  Leaning into a dive, I flapped once, pushing myself forward as I dove  from the black psuedo sky toward the midpoint of the maze.

It  was further than expected, and I felt like I was moving through  molasses as I tried to approach, but eventually I got close enough to  land in the huge clearing in the middle of the maze. Hobbes, who still  looked pale and had those glowing eyes, grinned at us as we landed  showing me razor sharp teeth. "Oh, I suppose you found a way here. How  interesting." His eyes raked over me. "A dragon, impressive."

Standing  next to him, dressed in an incredibly slutty french maid outfit, was  Emma, who looked mortified and annoyed more than scared. Hobbes slapped  her cushy rump. "My tea, harlot. I was never so sloppy when I was a  butler. Move your excessive backside." He clicked his tongue. "A shame  your breasts are so modest. I was hoping my new made would be a bit  bustier." He eyed up Jenny. "Maybe I'll trade you in for something in an  emerald. That one has substantial udders, and from those hips her  backside is probably even more impressive."

He  waited for her to pass him the tea she poured from a table to the side  of them and grimaced. "Perhaps she'll be able to make a cup of proper  tea as well." He looked at me tauntingly. "Oh, does that make you  angry?" I realized I was growling, curls of smoke rising from my  nostrils as the ground beneath us rumbled with my rage.

Mine.  My sister, my ass, my new superhero. My house. This was all mine. How  dare he? How dare he sit in judgement of me. Paw at my things. Leer at  my women. How dare he look down on me and sneer at my family after  killing my grandfather. My teeth were grinding together, and the others  had all stepped away from me to give me room. I wanted to blast him with  dragon breath. To turn him to slag. But Emma was still there.

Judging  by my reaction to him palming one of her cheeks I was...unhappy, with  the idea of her suffering. Like she was already one of my girls. Having a  sister was a lot like having any of my other women. I needed to protect  her, to guard my hoard. There was an extra flavor to it though. A sort  of protectiveness. Like she wasn't just mine but an extension of me. I  imagined it would make the sex interesting.

That  would be for another time though. I shifted back down to my humanoid  form and started stalking forward toward Hobbes. He smirked at me,  clearly unworried, even as Jade and Scott spread out to surround him.  Hobbes wasn't at A-rank, thankfully, but his appraisal said he was at B,  which wasn't great. I could see why he was so smug about this, but I  knew something he didn't. I looked at my wife slyly. I had a secret  weapon.