The World Is Mine For The Taking

Leon's POV

I felt different—an electric surge of supernatural power coiled within me, snaking through my veins. It was raw, potent, and it felt like I could crush mountains with a single fist.

Lilith looked at me, a soft smile playing on her lips as her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. The clone I'd conjured to join her for our threesome had now disappeared, along with my twin dicks. Hell, even my clothes were back. But as much as things around us looked normal again, both our breathing was still ragged.

"My power hath been transferred unto thee," she murmured, her cheeks flushed. "Though it be but half the might I possess, 'tis enough to strike down that miscreant who dareth wreak havoc upon this realm. He is not strong, merely hiding behind the veil of superiority over the people of this world, which he deems weak. Yet, when he tasteth the true power of a dragon, he shall rue his arrogance. I shall savor the sight of him crumbling before those he scorns so lightly. There is naught more satisfying than seeing the mighty cower before the meek."

Her reasoning struck me as harsh, maybe even sadistic, but the gleam in her eyes told me she was dead serious.

I looked down at myself, curious to see what kind of power-up she'd given me—and then I saw it. At first, I thought it was just a trick of the light, but as I touched my skin, there was no denying the transformation.

"Did I… become like him?" I asked, glancing down at the reddish-black scales that now covered my body. They were darker than blood. I flexed, feeling the weight of new, bat-like wings sprouting from my back, their membranes a haunting shade of purplish black. Even horns had formed on my forehead, curved and lethal-looking.

Lilith shook her head, her gaze tender as she stepped closer. "Nay, beloved. This be thy power—drawn from thine own essence as one of mine own creation. I merely helped thee attain it. 'Tis a power akin to mine, yet it belongeth to thee alone."

She cupped my cheek, her hands warm against my new scales, and lifted herself on her toes to kiss me. Her lips were soft, unexpectedly warm, and I found myself sinking into the sensation, surprised yet welcoming it.

"I long to keep thy company longer," she murmured, her voice tinged with a loneliness I hadn't noticed before, "but it would serve neither thee nor the world thou protecteth."

"Aren't you going to call me back soon?" I asked.

"Speak not in jest," she replied, a soft chuckle escaping her. "To summon thee here again would drain my mana entirely, and I did so this time for but the direst of needs. However, thou mayest return of thine own will. Yet, to do so, thou must dominate another seven women, until the count of thy conquered be ten."

Seven more, huh? With the three I'd already conquered, that made the target clear.

"Also, this power thou holdest be but an incomplete form," she added. "I did coax it out of thee afore its time, thus it remaineth unfinished. It shall endure but fifteen minutes ere it fades, leaving thee as thou wast before."

So this power wasn't fully mine yet, not until I earned it through my own means. Fine by me. After all, having a power-up just from sex with her was… a little anticlimactic. I'd rather claim it on my own terms.

"Thinkest thou that thou canst wield it thus?" she asked, her gaze holding a fierce pride in my answer. Enjoy exclusive adventures from empire

I gave her a firm nod. "Fifteen minutes is more than enough."

Her smile grew, soft yet radiant. "Then go forth, my dear Leon, and break a leg."

That smile was the last thing I saw before I was yanked back into reality.

***

I now stood face-to-face with the dragon. Sesillian called him the Great Darkness, but with power surging through every inch of my being, he didn't feel nearly as intimidating as he once had.

"Hm?" he rumbled, his eyes narrowing as he took in my transformed form. "Thou art… another dragon? Nay… I sense more mortal stench upon thee than dragon blood. So, thou art a construct, fashioned by one of the drakes. Let me guess? 'Twas by those pitiful creatures this world dubs the Great Ones, no? Hath it not been told unto thee that the Great Ones be little more than insects in our world? They are naught but insignificant pests."

I let a smirk spread across my face. "If they're insignificant insects, then what does that make you? The fool crawling beneath even them?"

The dragon's smirk vanished, replaced by a livid glare that could have burned stone. "What didst thou just utter?"

"You heard me," I replied coolly, voice as sharp as the scales on my skin. "You're nothing but a pathetic loser, hiding behind some twisted need for power. That's why you're here, isn't it?"

A second later, he vanished, reappearing in front of me faster than a lightning strike. But this time, I saw him. His movement wasn't a blur anymore; he was no longer untouchable. My eyes tracked him, every muscle coiling in preparation. With a surge, I launched myself upwards and twisted, landing a spinning kick directly under his jaw. The impact sent him crashing back into the stone, splitting the ground beneath him.

"You…!" he snarled, extricating himself from the rubble with rage blazing in his eyes. He vanished again, but it was pointless now. I could see him.

I dashed forward to meet him, matching his speed, and our fists collided in a bone-shaking explosion that tore through the air, sending violent gusts that shattered the nearby rock formations. He was powerful, true, but in this form, I was his equal. Yet time was not on my side—my power was finite. I had to end this, and fast.

"Thou thinkest such feeble strikes could best me?" he growled, his voice dripping with fury as he raised his fist to rain a barrage of blows. "This power shall crumble beneath my might!"

I met his punches with my own, blow for blow. The ground beneath us splintered as our fists pummeled each other, raw force echoing with each hit. But neither of us flinched—the scales cloaking our bodies were unbreakable shields, harder than any weapon we wielded.

"Fool!" he bellowed, a cruel grin breaking across his face. "Thou canst strike all thou wish, yet my scales shall remain unsullied! They are nigh indestructible!"

He might be right… but "nigh" didn't mean invincible. There had to be a weakness, a way to break through. As I grappled with him, a memory clawed its way to the surface. Sesillian's cursed sword. I knew what I needed.

It was time to wield that sword once more.

I stepped back from him, grasping the cursed sword tightly. The moment my fingers curled around its hilt, the sword lashed out, its dark essence clawing into my mind, seeking to corrupt me, to dominate me. But its power meant nothing to me now. I was beyond it, beyond him, and I was going to tame this weapon, not the other way around. I felt the sword strain, its malevolent will crashing against mine in desperate waves, but in the end, its defiance crumbled. The sword surrendered, reshaping itself in my grip, the hilt transforming with scales that pulsed and throbbed with the power now surging through me.

I leveled the blade at him, watching his golden eyes widen, a flicker of fear breaking through his rage. "F-Fool! Dost thou think such a trinket could sunder my scales?!"

I almost laughed at the shaky bravado—he was terrified, though he'd never admit it. "Do you really think you're untouchable just because you come from a higher realm?" I taunted, my voice laced with scorn. "You think you can play god here, that you're above us? If so, you're gravely mistaken. There's only one person here with that right." I raised the blade, its edge glinting, my grip steady. "And it isn't you."

"Y-you…" He fell silent, golden eyes darting as if searching for some answer he didn't possess.

Still standing there, huh? Thought you'd be running by now, tucking that tail like the coward you are. You really thought you'd conquer this world? You're nothing but a stepping stone on my path.

His face contorted with fury. "Thou art naught but an arrogant mortal, blind to thy place! I am thy God! Thou shalt bow before me and lick my feet!"

"I don't bow to those weaker than." My voice dripped with disdain, as cold and sharp as the sword in my grip. "You're not a god. You're a coward who picks on the weak to feel powerful. Pathetic."

His jaw clenched, teeth grinding audibly, his rage a palpable thing. Then, with a feral roar, he launched himself toward me, his scaled form streaking through the air.

"Bow to me, mortal!"

But this was already over. He just didn't know it yet.