Bakmah groaned as sleep slowly turned into the world of the living, making him more aware of the body nuzzled up against his chest, thankfully with its respective genatiles once again.

Bakmah squirmed uncomfortably as feeling slowing came back to his lower half, a groan of pain escaping his throat as he did. "You weren't complaining last night~" said a sing song voice. Bakmah looked down to see Daemon smiling up at him.

"Cause my ass wasn't sore last night." said the drake, making to stand. The mare rolled off his chest and allowed him to remove the sheets and sit. It was just as he stood that the foriegn contents of his anus emptied onto the floor. The drake stared at the white puddle on the floor before glaring at Daemon.

"You enjoyed it and you know it." said Daemon with a grin. Bakmah groaned before grabbing the bandages on his chest. The dragon winced as he peeled off the bandages and threw them on the floor. "What are you doing?"

"Healing myself. Not that I don't appreciate the help, but i don't like the idea of having limited movements." said Bakmah, reaching into his inner magic. His chest glowed red with magic as bones were realigned and sealed back together.

"Damn, I was going to use the maid outfit again." said Daemon with a pout. Bakmah smirked as he grabbed the somewhat soapy water and started wiping himself off.

"The room will still need to be cleaned." said the drake with a smirk. Daemon smirked back before causing the room to change, the mess on the sheets and floor disappearing as new sheets and carpeting was set.

"Better?" Asked Daemon, hoping off the grey and red bed and onto the purple carpeting.

"You're no fun." said Bakmah with a pout. Daemon rolled her eyes.

"I have some important...business to take care of. Feel free to explore until I get back." said Daemon, her coat suddenly clean of any of the fluids from the night before. "Think you can handle not being around me for that long?"

"Yes. The question is can you wait that long and not want to pounce on me the second you get back?" said Bakmah with a smirk. Daemon stuck her tongue out before disappearing, leaving Bakmah to laugh by himself. The drake sighed before walking over to the bedroom door.

Upon exiting, Bakmah found himself inside the throne room. The dragon searched the room before finding a hallway on the opposite side of the room. Bakmah sighed before striding towards it.

Down the hallway, doors of mahogany leading down its length with double doors at the end. The drake hummed to himself as he walked up to the first door to his right, opening it to find a kitchen one would find in any other castle. Bakmah made note of it as he went on to the door across from it, almost sighing in relief as he found a bathroom that he was going to remember as it was stocked with a shower.

Going further down the hall, Bakmah blinked as the next room held a master bedroom, the purple wall coloring and bed sheeting gave him a good idea who it belonged to. He made note of it for personal reasons and went to the next door. He grinned as he opened the door.

“Perfect.” he said allowed as he gazed at the completely empty room next door to Daemon’s. He looked up and down the hallway before stepping inside, closing the door behind him.

Bakmah walked out of the room with a tired smile on his face as he closed the door behind him and placed his own personal wards on it. An odd aura flowed from the room with a small sense of foreboding. He smiled before looking at the last set of doors he had yet to explore, the double doors.

Bakmah stood before the mahogany doors, a secretive aura surrounding them. The drake took a deep breath before placing his hands on the doors and pushing them open. Once they were, his jaw dropped.

In the center of what appeared to be a lab of some sort was a pony, a mare from what he could tell, encased in a amber orb. Her coat and mane were of grey and red, similar to his own. Chunks of flesh were missing from her body but were seemingly being healed. from the skin that was intact to her flank was a cutie mark of a rose with a sword of crystal piercing through it.

The rest of the room was just as odd. Plants that Bakmah knew shouldn’t and don’t exist sat on one side of room. The other side held trinkets and items that he could feel had an extreme magical nature to them. He could only stare as his eyes wandered. The back of the room, however, was the most interesting.

The back wall was made of a dark material of which Bakmah had no name for. A single door sat chained and locked, the magic of powerful wards emanating off it from all the way across from the room.

Bakmah slowly approached the door, biting his lower lip as he drew near. The wards’ aura grew more intense as he approached, intense enough that he barely noticed when a small amount of magic discharged off of them as he stood only feet from it.

The drake eyed the door, trying to figure out the nature of what lay behind, but the wards did more than protect others from entering. He sighed as he examined the locks, kneeling to get a better look. He raised his claws as he prepared to unlock it, only to stop as a surge of magic and the feeling of a familiar presence came from behind him.

“I would advise you not to do that. The consequences are quite nasty.” Bakmah bit his lip as he turned around to see Daemon glaring at him. He slowly stood, but otherwise kept his claws ready. He smiled sheepishly before snapping, disappearing in a bright flash.

Still recovering his magic, he was only able to get as far as the doors before he had to resort to hiding in the closest room he could find. He threw himself inside and slammed the door behind him. He turned around to find himself in a place he didn’t want discovered just as the door opened behind him.

“Bakksy~ Why did you run from me? I wasn’t going to hurt you. You just really don’t need to open that door...” She froze as she saw the glowing red orb sitting in the middle of the room. It connected itself to the floor and ceiling as it hummed with magic.

“Should have ran into another room.” said Bakmah with a sigh. Daemon turned her gaze over at him.

“What is that?” She asked, pointing at an orb. Bakmah sighed as he walked up to it and placed his claw on it.

“Something of complicated existence that is impossible to me explain.” said the drake.

“Well, I need an explanation or I get rid of it.” said Daemon, glaring at him. Bakmah paused before nodding. He closed his eyes as he poured his magic into the orb, causing it to glow brighter. Once he finished, he gasped and opened his eyes.

“Just making some last minute adjusments.” said the drake. He shook his head before sitting down on his bottom. “Please refrain from running to me.” he said as he lifted his claws towards his throat. With a fluid motion, he ripped into it and pulled out his wind pipe. His eyes rolled into his head before he collapsed on the ground, his body going limp.

Daemon just raised a brow as the drake’s body fell and went limp. “Hmm. I didn’t think being with me was that bad.” She rocked her head back and forth. “Though, this is the third time someone has did this in my presence.” Just then, the red glow faded from the orb just before it burst open, Bakmah gasping as he fell out.

The dragon gripped his throat with a grimace as he looked at his dead corpse. “I need to work on that part. Feels like I’m dying, again.” He coughed before standing. He snapped his claws and the body disappeared. He looked back at the orb and sighed. “All that effort…wasted.”

“What is that?!” Daemon jabbed a hoof at the orb. “Who in the blazes of Tartarus made that blasphemise thing?!” Daemon yelled in a snarl, blazing eyes fixed on the drake. If there was any fear in Bakmah, he did not show it as he sat once again.

“I guess you can call it a regeneration pod, or maybe a cloning pod, but neither really fits what it does.” He picked up a bit of tissue from the orb. “Its purpose has a more...deeper and personal reason than me not wanting to die. Its actually a default put in by its creator.” said the drake with a sad smile.

“Its meant for either moving from reviving the dead or giving a second chance to the living. It was created millennia ago when disease was spreading through the dragon nation like wild fire. I, myself, was actually the sole reason it exists. I should be dead, but I’m not. I just want to repay the favor.” He sighed as he stood.

“Have any family, Daemon?” He asked.

“I guess you can say I do. Two sisters. I am not on good terms with them though.” Daemon tap her hoof impatiently on the floor but otherwise stayed quiet for Bakmah.

Bakmah raised an eyebrow before continuing. “Then you know why I am so inclined to keep one of these at hand, and why I travel as much as I do. Not healthy, but I really don’t think I care.” said the drake, turning back to the orb and tossing the remaining pieces back inside before making it disappear.

Daemon grumbled. “I understand what it’s for and why it was made...but it is a perverse thing towards me. A mockery of what I do and what I am. Even so, it may be useful in some aspects.” Bakmah smiled softly.

“She never intended to offend. Just to help those of the grieving. But she never taught anyone the spell.” said Bakmah. “She just never used it for selfish purposes…”

“And who is she?” Asked Daemon. Bakmah’s smile faded.

“My late younger sister.” The drake sighed before walking past the mare and back down the hallway. “I should probably go.”

Daemon was suddenly in front of him, pressing a hoof against his nose. “And what reason are you leaving for? I do hope you are not misunderstanding my frustration for anger towards you. That would be a definite mistake, silly dragon.”

"I...uh...well..." The drake blushed. "Yes?" Daemon shook her head.

Daemon let out a long sigh, letting her hoof drop. “Bakksy. I am not mad at you. This may even be a good thing, if you look over the heresy of what it is. How long do you think you will live with that thing?” Bakmah laughed.

"It doesn't even matter. I'm nearly impossible to kill. Like I said, it was a default my sister installed just incase mortals got ahold of it and used it. In any sense, I live until disease or some immortal kills me. Thus the way of my kind." said Bakmah with a shake of his head.

"Dragon's have a maximum of three thousand years, how do you live more than that?" Asked Daemon. Bakmah rolled his eyes.

"Not that difficult to figure out. Only dragon that can perform magic, vast knowledge of Dragon Gods, not to mention this spell is well over three thousand years old." said Bakmah, sitting himself on the ground.

“Oh I had an idea. Just wanted to make sure.” Daemon flicked her tail with a grin. “I do believe I made my rise right after...” Daemon’s face slowly went blank. “You know, I don’t remember...”

"Remember what, exactly?" Asked Bakmah, cocking his head questioningly.

“I can’t remember...” Daemon frowned. “I can’t remember what I was suppose to remember. Trying to think back so far. Remembering has been a chore ever since my fight with little Celly.”

"You probably didn't bond correctly, did it too many times, or soul is wearing thin." said Bakmah with a shrug. "I can rebuild bodies, but not souls."

Daemon shook her head. “No. My soul is fine and everything. It was during the actual fight. When she destroyed my original body.” Daemon huffed. “Something happened. I know that. I just can’t remember what.”

"She destroyed your original body?" Daemon nodded. "Damn. Was it just as sexy?" Asked the drake with a smirk.

“Ha. I was in all my Celestial gloryness. It was the only proper vessel to house my full potential. Now I am stuck leaking my power through these replicant bodies to get by. “

"I could give you the spell..."

“No you couldn’t. My body is long gone and using that thing... I don’t think I can and I am not going to try. I have a system that works now. Not the best but it’s foolproof. You don’t try to fix what isn’t broken.”

"Just a suggestion." said Bakmah. "Just wanted to make sure there wasn't at least something I could do to help." The two lapsed into silence as either couldn't think of something to say.

"So," started Bakmah. "Why didn't you want me going near, or through, that door earlier?" He asked.

“Oh. That is a special place that only I should enter. I’m afraid going in there would not be in your best interests, Bakksy.” Daemon gave him a coy smile as she walked past him, swishing her tail side to side. “You’re going to come, right Bakksy?”

"Might as well, though I'm not all too sure which come you want me to do." said Bakmah with a blush before following the mare. The drake let his eyes wander down towards the mare's flank before smiling deviously.

Bakmah grabbed the mare by those flanks, watching her ears perk up and then fold back as he penetrated her soft folds with his still hardening member. He felt a bit of pride as Daemon let out a loud moan that was borderline a scream.

The drake pumped in and out as Daemon’s front went down, her inner walls quickly growing slick to accommodate him. “Almost came from just that.” said Daemon as she let her cheek press against the floor, looking back at him with one eye.

"You know," said Bakmah as he pulled out. "Revenge is a pitiful yet blissful thing." He grabbed her tail, pulling it up to unveil all of her backside. Daemon just raised a brow and nodded. Bakmah raised his member to her anus and let it sit there.

“What are you waiting for, Bakksy? I told you that you can take of me as you want.” She wiggled her hips, rubbing against him. Bakmah growled slightly before shoving half of his length into the mare's anus, causing the mare to scream this time. “So good.”

Bakmah groaned as he felt Daemon squeeze him as he began pulling out. As soon as he began to push, she relaxed to take him in. “You don’t have to be gentle, Bakksy. I can take it and even if I can’t, I can always make a new body that can.”

Bakmah paused in his work, grinning as he fully understood her speak. He grabbed onto his shaft and channeled his magic into it, slowly stepping back a foot. Daemon looked back to see why he stopped, only to see a foot of cock still between them despite him never pulling out. He hummed to himself before stepping forward, his member going back to its original length. He thought for a moment before sending magic down towards his crotch.

“Oh? I was getting ready for it all. Why did you make it smaller again?” She looked back at him with a pout. Bakmah chuckled as he leaned forward, causing a second member to brush up against her slit.

"That answer your question?" He asked, pushing the tip inside. Daemon let out a low moan as Bakmah straightened out his back, lining both cocks up perfectly.

“My body is ready, Bakksy.”

"What I wanted to hear." said the drake just before thrusting forward, hilting himself in the mare. Daemon screamed in bliss as Bakmah picked up on a steady pace, pumping into both her holes.

Bakmah groaned as he fucked the mare, the pleasure of both of his cock's being engulfed by the mare clouding his vision. His knees were shaking as a pressure started to build inside of him.

“Harder!” Daemon moaned. “Rutt your mare harder, Bakksy. She wants it.” Bakmah blinked before growling, giving the mare her wish as he started to pick up pace and slam both members into her harder. He could feel as his climax approached at a faster rate.

"I-I'm cumming!" Groaned Bakmah, his claws gripping tight enough on her flanks to rip into them. Both members twitched before shooting burst after burst of his seed into both of the mare’s holes, his cum starting to pour out from around his members.

With a grunt, the drake full out of Daemon, their juices spilling out onto the floor. Bakmah blearly stared at the ceiling as he recovered from his climax. He barely noticed as Daemon crawled up next to him.

"You're hallway needs washing." said Bakmah.

“Yes, but you are forgetting something...” Daemon suddenly got up, turned around, and sat on the drake’s face. “I haven’t came yet, Bakksy. Now be a dear and clean me until I do. Just think of me as a cream filled doughnut.” Bakmah's eyes widened by the sudden presence of the mare's sex before he gave in. He wrapped his arms around her backside as his tongue delve into her, exploring her depths.

“Oh, you naughty dragon. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you liked the taste of your own cum.” A single middle claw extended towards the mare as he kept delving into the mare’s folds. Daemon just laughed as she began bucking her hips against his maw. “Oooh yes, Bakksy. Let that long, rough tongue clean up every last inch you dirtied.”

Daemon gasped as the drake’s tongue began running around her clit. She pushed her marehood against his mouth as hard as she could. “That’s it, Bakksy! I’m coming!” yelled Daemon as juices gushed forth from her soaked entrance, coating the drake’s face in copious amounts of their intertwined fluids.

The mare fell off Bakmah, hurriedly turning around to snuggle up to him. “Sorry, but I get really cranky if I don’t get off too.” She raised her head to run her tongue across his lips. “Mmm. We do taste good together, don’t we?” Bakmah chuckled.

"You are by far the oddest mare I have met in my countless years." said the drake with a shake of his head.
“Indeed. I believe this is the beginning of something wonderful.” Daemon chuckled. “But if you’re going to be staying here...” Her voice trailed off as her horn glowed. With a slight flash, above them appeared a maid’s outfit like the one she was wearing before, only this time it was big enough to fit Bakmah. “You will have to earn your keep.” Bakmah stared at the outfit.

"Where the hell did you get that and what purpose am I supposed to serve in it?" Asked Bakmah, looking at the grinning mare.

“Well, I think you would look lovely in it. Plus, you wouldn’t want to mar any of those handsome scales while working with me, would you?”

"Working? Daemon, the past three days I've known you have been filled with sex. I don't even know what your line of work even is unless you talk about our sex sessions."

“I meant my experiments. You saw my lab, didn’t you? I could use some help with things. You are willing to do this, yes?”

"I'm hesitant on working in a maids outfit. Everything else, I'm perfectly fine with."

Daemon started pouting again. “Aww. You wouldn’t even wear it for me? Not even once?”

Bakmah bit his lip as he looked at the mare. "Fine. I will wear when I help out. Only once! I still have some masculinity."

Daemon clopped her hooves together happily. “Yay!” Daemon gave the drake a tight hug. “I have a feeling we are going to have a great time.” She pulled Bakmah in for a long, deep kiss. The drake's eyes widened before leaning into it. When she pulled away, Bakmah could only blink.

"I..uh...wow."

“Yeah...now clean up your mess.”

"You're terrible." pouted Bakmah as he sat up.

"But you still love me." said Daemon with a grin. Bakmah grumbled as he got up and began to clean, thoughts of what happened occupying his mind.