"It... really isn't that bad." Aaron slowly pushed herself up from her seductive pose. "I'm sure if you could just let him explain..." Her words felt hollow. For the first time in a month, her perfect, pink-hued world felt complicated and uncertain. Her step-brother was wrong, of course. He didn't understand just how comfy things could be when one just went with the flow, when one just accepted Her spot in the new world. Just oh how tender and gentle Astor and his guards could be. To fight against their lust, their yearnings, that was human frailty.
But how could he even begin to explain any of this? After being turned, everything should have just slotted into place for her brother. Why was he being so difficult? Why did he insist on being called a 'sister?'
Astor! Astor could solve this. Astor could solve anything.
Just as soon as Aaron pushed herself off the bed, a loud bang shook the room. A loud bang shook the room. Then came a cacophony of roars. The very hotel creaked and whined like a splintering oak tree.
"What? What's that noise?" Emily's claws left his face, his sorrows briefly forgotten. He looked to an equally baffled Aaron for answers. "That's not normal, right?"
"No..." Dragon society was a violent one, Aaron knew that all too well. Astor was not shy about sharing his conquests, violent, sexual, and both. But such violence was always far off, Astor was too mighty, too established for any to dare attack him.
Heavy feet pounded its way down the hallway. A pit formed in Aaron's stomach. She prayed it was Astor, come to protect them.
Emily's eyes darted to the window. How high up were they? He was estimated this was the fourth or fifth floor. Quite a fall for a human. But they were dragons. Emily did not know how to fly, but both he and Aaron were bigger and tougher than humans. If they could just leap out the window and hit the ground running...
The door, and most of the surrounding wall, burst open, showering Emily and Aaron with splinters and plaster.
"That stupid cuck. Thinking he could take our prize." Came a husky voice, one that made Emily involuntarily shiver. It sounded vaguely familiar. Three dragonesses crowded the hall. Each stood nearly as tall as Emily and much larger than Aaron. Drooping breasts and dripping bushes contrasted sharply with chipped, spiked scales and cannonball-like muscles.
"Well, what do we have here?" The dull-red scaled dragoness pushed her way into the room, a forked tongue ran over serrated teeth. "Daniel's prize and Astor's vapid slut."
"W-who are you? Where is Astor?"
"Astor? Astor? That cunt rag?" A low chuckle rose from the three dragonesses. "Fuck him, he won't be coming to save you."
"Wait. Jordan?" The lightbulb went off. Emily's saurian snout opened in shock. The lecher? His highschool classmate (until a month ago)? The loser who catcalled and solicited girls alongside his band of degenerates? That Jordan? He... knew it was true. But to reconcile that with the muscular amazon before him...
Jordan himself only flashed her a crocodile-like grin. "Now 'ladies.'" The lead dragoness lisped, as if the very word were an inside joke. "Be gentle. Daniel promised us all a turn after we deliver her this bitchboy."