The Redhead Has A Dangerous Plan For Drake

(Author's Note: Starting from this chapter, the next chapters will be filled with action. Anyway the next chapter after this one will have more action than slice of life and the romance. Stay hooked!)

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Chapter 18: The Redhead Has A Dangerous Plan For Drake

"I..." Uathach was silent, looking very troubled, with her left hand shaking a bit.

Noticing this, Drake placed his other hand on her other shoulder, leaned in to her face's level, and the deep sapphire-blue eyes met the crimson demonic eyes. "It's not like I will judge you or look down on you or anything." He said, his perfectly deep and masculine voice taking on a lower and softer tone.

"It might have been hours since we met— I know. But you can trust me..." A small, gentle smile, curled up his lips, and adorned his kind facade. "You can trust me, cousin."

He added in his mind: 'Because she's my and Azuraelle's cousin —though not objectively and in the pragmatical sense but in some spiritual and deep way —I will still care for her since she's family, and also for helping me "walk".'

—Not to mention that she is his type too; she just needs some "awakening..."

There's something Drake didn't notice: he said "pragmatical" instead of pragmatic— What is the difference? Pragmatical is archaic and old, but fits for historical and literary speeches or quotes or whatever, but pragmatic has the more modern sense.

Drake is a modern human being who was turned into a Dragon. Dragons are ancient.

...The changes are slowly taking root, and the most apparent and big one is his personality; he went from "always silent and observant man" to a more dominant version of himself, but also more intelligent.

But, Dragons are known for high potential and unlocking that potential to reach their peaks.

So, he, Drake, upon transforming to a dragon, basically triggered his Hidden and True personality that the human society effectively made him bury it unconsciously/unintentionally.

—Why?

(Author: Find that out on yourselves! SMH!)

What he said^

Uathach was completely taken aback by his expression, his hot seriousness, his kindness, concern, words, just everything about him and how he spoke to her just now.

Make no mistake, she isn't a damsel in distress, nor does she like when people look at her this way.

But... She can tell he's just being genuine, and her heart fluttered at that.

'...I'm so wet...' She subconsciously thought as she stared at the man's face in her "brief" stupor.

Her dragon part screamed at her; just pounce on him and get to the business already! He's your MATE!

And, as a Dragon, she was loyal to her instincts, so she really wanted to jump right now and do this and that to him! But she HELD BACK! Much to her dismay, sourness, and pain.

"Uathach." But when she heard her name being whispered as the handsome man's lips moved, she trembled under his touch with a blush creeping up her cheeks.

She got out of her stupor and funnily shook her head. "...You're really..." She sighed and smiled up genuinely at him, with hidden affection behind her expression.

Although there was a hint of that possessive edge in her eyes' depths.

And Drake noticed that somehow. He resisted the urge to wear a big smile on his face like a man who just found his greatest toy.

'No one really cared about me like this except my mother and aunts...' Uathach continued to think.

'—GRAAAH!!! HE'S MAKING IT DIFFICULT FOR ME TO NOT FALL!'

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. When they opened again, they locked on him, serious yet filled with gratitude. Finally, she spoke: "It all began the time I was born."

She looked more intently at him, and other than seeing how his power is turmoiling within his very core he was still listening to her in silence. She nodded slightly, satisfied.

"You know? Being the direct daughter of the Primordial Red Dragon Goddess should've been a total source to make me a Greater Dragon God, but..." Uathach trailed off as she bit her lips, as her long and sharp red eyebrows knitted in frustration.

Drake's eyes widened a bit in surprise; he didn't realize this until now.

'I smell trouble...' He thought.

"But I'm only a Middle-Class Dragon God..." Her expression shifted from frustration to fiery anger. "Literally two levels below where I'm supposed to be!" A vermillion flame flickered to life in her red irises, and her black sclera gleamed ominously.

She held her head with both her hands as she shouted in anger: "I don't even know WHY!" She shut her eyes tight and gritted her teeth. She was angry, sad, depressed, all of a sudden.

 Why was she like this?

It was because her mother had very high expectations and hopes for her growth and potential...

But, her mother is still caring and supportive of her daughter. Nothing changed. It's just that...

"...I failed my mother's expectations..." Tears welled up in her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away, refusing to let them fall.

Her mother was the one who raised her, trained her, made her strong to protect herself. She was all her mentor, teacher, and mother at once.

Scathach was her role-model, and she never wanted to fail her.

Drake's brows furrowed more in concern, and his heart actually ached for the woman; the same dragon blood runs in their veins after all.

He felt like comforting her.

—Wrong... He wanted to.

"Uathach." He called her name firmly, and she shivered at the tone he used to say her name. "...I might not know much about you."

Drake tilted his head down at the dark cobblestone floor to gaze at it for a second, then lifted his face again and looked at her with a gentle smile. "But, never lose hope, and never stop trying; that's something I've been sticking to as one of my ideals and beliefs."

Uathach's eyes went wide in pure, delightful surprise at Drake's words. They were simple, so simple even, but she could sense the honesty and care in his every movement, every word, every change on his expression.

Her heart skipped a beat, with a faint blush creeping up her cheeks again, and she thought: 'Ahhh~ I NEED HIS BIG MEMBER INSIDE ME!'

"Drake…" She whispered, her voice trembling with both surprise and gratitude, her anger diminishing, the flame in her eyes gone as her black sclera stopped glowing, and her expression softened as the emotions she tried so desperately to hold back threatened to spill over.

Suddenly, she attempted to pounce on him with her arms extended toward his face.

"DRAKE!"

—But just before she could touch him, in a mere second, she was grabbed by the back of her nightgown she was still wearing, and held up in the air.

"Eh."

"Stupid daughter, not so fast."

The giant door they stood before was open.

Drake raised a brow at who just arrived.

"Hey, Scathach," He instantly got straight to business! "why did you bring me here?"

Uathach ignored how she was held up by her mother's hand from the back of her nightgown like a cat, and stared at Drake in utter disbelief; 'Did he just call my mother by her name so casually?'

If her interest in him was already high, it has become impossibly higher!

Scathach, however, was blankly staring at him, and her red eyes made Drake a little uneasy, but he was showing excitement instead of easiness, and that made a small smirk appear on Scathach's kissable lips.

'Mmm... Azuraelle's taste is truly commendable~'

"Come," Scathach beckoned him with the other hand before turning to enter the room beyond the massive door, still effortlessly carrying her daughter like a kitten with one hand.

A bold smirk cracked on his lips as he watched the two go inside. 'Cute...' He thought with fondness in his eyes, but then he remembered that the same woman he thought of as his idol was the one who kidnapped him.

With his brows furrowed and eyes squinted, he followed after them.

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Two women with long red hair and piercing red eyes sat side by side on a red couch, while a man, dressed in a black suit trimmed with silver, sat opposite them on a red-cushioned chair.

Uathach, who was sitting beside her mother, was grumbling the whole time, with her arms crossed, eyes closed, and her cheeks cutely puffed.

While Scathach, her mother was staring at the man before them with a big smile.

The mother and daughter were wearing similar nightgowns.

Drake, who still had the same grave look on his face, broke the silence: "So, care to tell me how do you know my size?" His gaze flickered down briefly to the suit he was wearing, then swiftly returned to meet hers, locking on with renewed focus.

"Heh." A seductive smile appeared on the the older woman's luscious lips, and she crossed her legs sensually, quite tentatively and deliberately too, as if she wanted the man to see everything.

"My new nephew," She purred, "were you hit so hard?" she was clearly feigning concern as the playfulness was palpable. "What are you talking about?"

It'd be a lie if Drake wasn't affected by her teasing, as his little dragon almost awoke from its frustrated slumber; it has been very difficult for him to hold back lately, especially with gorgeous women around him 24/7 now in his "new life."

He swallowed as he felt his throat a little dry for some reason. 'This woman... She really knows how to tease me... She knows how to play with me like I'm a ring worn on one of her fingers... I hate this.'

His deep sapphire-blue eyes blazed with determination; 'I need to get stronger... I need to learn more about the supernatural world, and about my power. Damn it. I'm getting impatient!'

It was really difficult for him, but somehow, he managed to hold back his arousal, and his little dragon stayed asleep, much to his distaste.

He's pent up since the day he got together with Azuraelle and enjoyed their kissing and touching sessions, which made him more eager for a release. And Tiamat also played a crucial role.

But he had to remind himself that he was kidnapped by the same woman who's now attempting to seduce him as he's seeing with his eyes.

Before he could speak, it was Uathach who suddenly interjected: "Nephew, huh?" She looked at her own mother with an accusing gaze. "You knew, yet you didn't tell me."

Scathach chuckled, the sound both dark and thrilling, which made Drake more aroused. "Haha. Oh, daughter..." She cracked a playful smirk, "Where's the fun in telling you?"

And that answer made Uathach more annoyed.

Drake, who was a bit composed now thanks to the few seconds the two took to chat with each other, spoke again with his voice carrying a certain undertone of seriousness. "Leaving the matter about my size aside... Why did you kidnap me?"

Scathach's smile grew until all her white teeth are shown, with her red eyes glowing brightly with possessiveness, obsessiveness, excitement, and...something else...

With an agonizingly slow, deliberate motion, she uncrossed her legs, lifting one with a sinuous grace that made every movement a tease.

Her leg rose high enough to reveal a glimpse of her glistening folds, the lush "rainforest" exposed just for the man in front her, though for a tantalizing second, before she stood.

She sauntered toward him, as her hips swayed seductively as if she was dancing for him.

Her red eyes never left his, her pupils dilated with unrestrained desir, and a thrill that bordered on wicked and lustful excitement.

Uathach was blushing furiously, shocked yet unable to tear her eyes away, as her excitement was betraying her attempts to hide it.

"M-Mother…!" She stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and awe, but her call, unfortunately, fell on deaf ears.

The Primordial Red Dragon Goddess's focus was totally unyielding, entirely consumed by the man before her, so much so that she had completely forgotten her daughter's presence.

And Drake? Hohoho~

The dragon in him surged with a raw, primal hunger, battling against the human side of Drake, and quickly shoved the human side away in no time.

His sapphire-blue pupils dilated and darkened with pure desire and excitement, then slowly, they changed to blue slits like a reptilian.

His once-white sclera turned pitch black like the midnight, and a wide, feral, predatory and excited grin spread across his cheeks, baring sharp white teeth and lengthened fangs.

He was in his pure animalistic/draconic state now! His true self revealed before Scathach!

'Great~ Hahaha~ Let's see his true self.' The older woman thought to herself as she continued to move seductively.

Scathach's perfect, smooth snd roundy breasts, unrestrained by the red, transparent fabric of her nightgown, bounced before Drake's eyes.

Uathach, still a blushing mess, was watching all of this wide-eyed with fear, embarrassment and awe in her gaze as she remained motionless, like she was a deer caught in headlights.

But, deep inside, she was jealous.

Scathach then straddled Drake's lap—

"Ahh~" A soft, sensual moan escaped her kissable lips, as her eyes almost fluttered close in blissful pleasure when she sat on his huge, straining bulge.

Her arms encircled his neck, and her red eyes met the blue orbs.

However, despite Drake being in his instincts-only mode, or the bestial state, other than how his bulge was throbbing and pulsating against the woman's naked wetness, his body didn't touch her but only "looked" at her.

He was silent and motionless!

'Azuraelle...' But, his unconscious mind was still thinking about Azuraelle!

Scathach's eyes glimmered with delight, jealousy, possessiveness and intrigue as she noticed that, and she began rocking her hips against his lap.

"Mmm... Tell me..." She breathed, and her breath was fragrant for the mindless Drake. "You said you wanted to fight me, but you couldn't because you are weak. Correct?"

"Yes."

No he didn't.

The word just instinctively came out of his mouth.

But Scathach was pleased with this, as her smile grew wider and became more distorted.

"You want to fight me?"

"I want to."

"Why?"

"Because I want to grow stronger, learn more about the supernatural world, protect my new family... and dominate you." The words slipped out, more honest and raw than anything she had ever heard in her entire life.

She was satisfied, so pleased, and happy with this man...

Her heart skipped a strong beat, and she couldn't help but blush a bit at how this newborn baby dragon is adapting quickly to everything. To the point he's handling her presence well, even though he doesn't realize it.

"Heh..." Scathach's smile became more distorted as her facial features became sharper and more dragon-like.

"...Shit." That was the only word that came out of the gobsmacked Uathach.

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