When I woke up, I felt a lot of different things.

I felt sticky.

Strangely at peace.

Content.

But most of all, sore in all the right ways.

Lifting my head just a bit, I tried and looked around, still a bit sleep drunken. I was still in Zinnias bedroom, curled up on her smooth bed sheets. The door was open by a crack, allowing light to flow in and illuminate the room that was smelling like a, well, harbor brothel at the evening when all the sailors got their money. I took a deep breath and smiled.

A soft snoring caught my attention and I discovered Whiplash. The Pegasus was laying an arm’s length away from me on her stomach, her head slightly turned towards me. An ear-to-ear smile was etched into her muzzle (which was flaky looking thanks to the bodily fluids of certain persons), her wings and tail slightly twitching now and then.

I smiled to myself and carefully, not the wake sleeping beauty, shimmied out of the bed and made my way over to the bathroom. As much I as loved the feeling of getting a face full, the morning after it began to itch like hell. Besides I didn't want Zinnia´s son having to ask why the strange lady had funny smelling, white stuff plastered all over her.

Slowly, I closed the door behind me and striped out of my panty. The garment was in as much a dire need of cleansing as me. After a short search for a towel, I stepped into the shower. It was a nice, old fashioned thing not unlike something you sometimes would find in your Granny´s bath. After another while, I had figured the perfect water temperature out and let the soothing liquid pour down upon me, soaking me completely.

"Hmhmhm, the devil had invented schnapps. So what? So what?" I began singing softly as I scrubbed the remains of last night's session of my skin.

"Hip hip hurray, come raise your glass, the devil can´t get all of us. Hip hip hurray, hip hip hurray, we drink until our final day!"

I couldn't help it but sing, the warm feeling in my chest making it all but impossible not to. I helped myself with a small amount of hair shampoo, which smelled a lot like Zinnia or better Zinnia smelled a lot like it. Spicy, with a hint of smoke. Well, the smoke part came from herself, I suspected, being a half dragon, draconid, whatever. She had wings and could breathe fire!

"Last night I felt so heroic. So what? So what? Now all I can is ask who is that woman in the mirror and why does she look so sick?"

I rinsed my hair, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Reaching for the towel I hummed the refrain again, starting to dry myself as I stepped in front of the washing basin and took a look into the mirror. I was greeted by a broadly smiling, almost glowing me. My wet hair hung into my face not unlike leafless willow twigs but the pools of light that were my eyes were alight like headlights despite the early (I suspected) morning hours.

"Hip hip hurray, come raise your glass, we´re swigging and we are still here. Hip hip hurray, come raise your glass, we´re swigging and we are still here." I sung, my voice slowly raising as the warmth in my chest began to feel more intense. For whatever reason I felt like hugging the world.

"The devil had invented schnapps. So what? So what? Who was is that has brought me here? So what? So what? My head will never fit back through the door So what? So what? Who for Pete´s sake is that woman at who's boobs I am starring at? "

My voice rose another pitch as my mouth morphed into a gleeful smile, a different kind of warmth flooding my whole system as the songs positive vibe was beginning to affect me more and more.

"Hip hip hurray, come raise your glass, the devil can´t get all of us. Hip hip hurray, hip hip hurray, we drink until our final day!"

I began reminiscing, thinking about all the things I had done since Zinnia summoned me into her Verse. We had fought a corrupted Blueblood, I had grilled a Froslass (which I totally felt no remorse for), then my first flight with Air Zinnia and the short brush with the corrupted RD, who now called herself Shadow Blur.

My attempt at absorbing Darkrais cloud thing and my encounter with that asswipe Pokemon himself.

How Zinnia had kissed me to break me out.

"The devil had invented schnapps. So what? So what? Oh how I have laughed yesterday. So what? So what? Today I swear of booze forevermore, until the next long night when the Devil will wait for me and laugh! Hip hip hurray, come raise your glass, the devil can´t get all of us. Hip hip hurray, hip hip hurray, we drink until our final day!"

At this point I was singing almost at the top of my voice, unable to reign myself in. I shimmied on the spot and swayed my butt to the rhythm in my head.

The amazing Mile High Club sex with Zinnia and her clones, kilometers above the surface of Equuis.

I remembered the meeting with Zinnias Mane Six minus One and their reactions to me and Zi going at it in a crater like animals in heat. Hard to forget suddenly feeling a tongue in your ass from someone you would have never suspected it from.

Our little stunt at Canterlot and the encounter with Cadence and Shining. I halfway hoped the maids had yet not cleaned the floor so that all the nobles would speculate about the new odor of the throne room.

How Zinnia had taken the role of the sexy Mistress and how good it had felt to submit myself to her because I somehow knew I could completely trust her.

The strange feeling that had grown since we first had met, how it had made me feel jealous, had made me cocky and turned me into putty in the raven haired beauty's hands.

The session last night, which was one of the most glorious things in my life.

"Hip hip hurray, come raise your glass, the devil can´t get all of us. Hip hip hurray, hip hip hurray, we drink until our final day!" I sang out with broad smile, recalling Zinnias face and the countless looks she had given me. How she seemed to glow with an inner radiance, the kind yet oh so sexily deranged twinkle in her eyes whenever she was Mistress and how she made my heart swell.

The gentle way I was laid to rest last night and the four little words that I had heard before I had drifted off into sleep, spoken in my voice.

I love you Zi...

Looking in the mirror, it hit me with the force of a pissed-off Bio-Titan.

"I´m... I´m in love..." I muttered, my hands planted firmly onto the porcelain of the basin. A bucket worth of cold dread splashed into the warmth I was feeling only to dissolve as fast as it appeared.

My broad, stupid grin returned ten-fold. If I was not the densest creature in this part of the Multi-Verse, than I would eat a broom complete with the maid. Well, maybe just the maid.

My cheeks began to absorb the light again as a negative-blush began to grow as I whispered to myself in an almost inaudible voice "I´m in love. I love Zinnia." over and over again.

[3rd Person POV]

Whiplash stepped away from the bathroom door, making sure she wouldn't be seen before hurrying off to her own room. A small smile adorned her face, and she couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

"Good for her," the Pegasus said as she stepped into her bedroom, the simple sky-blue sheets of her bed greeting her. She moved to her own bathroom, taking a moment to grab some clothes from her wardrobe. "I just hope it doesn't turn into one of those romantic drama novels where the characters can't just admit their feelings. That'd be stupid."

[Zinnias POV]

Zinnia danced merrily around the kitchen, dressed in a purple satin robe with her iPod sat on the countertop blasting a vaguely electronic tune with a woman's voice singing. She sang along happily, bouncing from one foot to another as she rolled some sausages around in a frying pan.

"Just the two of us..." Zinnia muttered, a smile on her face. She bent pulled a plate from an over-hanging cupboard, spinning so that the toast that popped out of her toaster landed right in the center before placing it on the table next to a stick of butter. Turning back to a stove, she took the pan of sausages and its neighbor, a pan of scrambled eggs, spreading their contents evenly between three plates already on the table. She then placed a smaller plate on the table, giving that a smaller helping of the same.

"Umbra, Stryker, Whiplash!" Zinnia shouted, turning off the stove and placing the pans in the sink to be washed later. "Breakfast!"

She had not for long until she heard two sets of bare feet and a set of smaller steps, made by clawed feet.

The first in to appear was Stryker, the young Pokemon greeting his mother enthusiastically, wearing a sleeved red shirt, blue shorts and red socks, with small black spider emblazoned on his chest. Next came Whiplash, dressed in a simple shirt and shorts combo and last but not least, Umbra appeared. The dark skinned woman was only clad in a stark pink towel that contrasted vehemently with her black skin.

"Good morning." Whiplash greeted and took a seat, a thin smile grazing her muzzle as she gave side-glances to Umbra.

Umbra herself was wearing an much more obvious and broader smile that was somewhat on the dopey side as she sat down, careful to keep herself covered. "Guten Morgen," she yawned and smacked her lips a few times, showing all the world that she was not really a morning person. A familiar fragrance wafted over to Zinnia from her, which she recognized as her own shampoo.

"Who you?" the young Dragon-Type asked, staring at Umbra with wide, curious eyes.

Zinnia chuckled slightly, sitting down across from her visitor. "This is Umbra, Stryker," she said with a smile, reaching over to carefully cut the boy's sausages up for him. "She's a visitor from a faraway place."

"Like Uncle Jay?"

"Yes Stryker, just like Uncle Jay."

Umbra smiled at the young Pokemon, seemingly more awake now as the smell of food permeated the kitchens air and waved at Stryker "Hello sweetie, nice to meet you."

Stryker seemed to stare her down for a moment before a massive grin split his face. "You smell like Mama!"

"What!" Zinnia spluttered, choking on her drink.

"That is because," Umbra, seemingly not affected, took a sip from her own coffee. "Because I borrowed some of your Mamas shampoo and she let me sleep in her bed."

"Oh." Stryker just nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Did you have fun?"

At that, Umbra smiled again, this time a bit more malicious "Yes sweetie, a lot of it."

"Umbra!" Zinnia cried. "Girl, I love you and all, but shut up!"

Now it was Umbra´s turn to choke on her coffee, nearly spraying it over the whole table. Whiplash watched with mild glee, happily munching on some eggs.

"Wh-what?" the midnight-skinned woman asked, glowing eyes wide.

"You need to keep our fun on the down-low when in front of Stryker, please!"

Umbra's shoulders sagged visibly as her hands tightened around her mug. "Oh... that. Ok..."

Whiplash groaned, dragging her hand down her muzzle.

"What's up, hon?" Zinnia asked.

Fidgeting with her cup, Umbra let go of a long sigh "It´s, ehrm..." she paused, seemingly in an internal struggle for a few seconds before she continued "I... can I tell you after breakfast? Between four eyes?"

"S-sure..." Zinnia sat back, silently eating the rest of her food, stealing the occasional glance at Umbra, who seemed to be doing the same. Whiplash groaned audibly, quickly finishing her food.

"Hey, Stryker," the mare said, standing and taking her dishes to the sink. "How would you like to go for a ride on Sonar's back?"

"Yay!" the excited drake exclaimed, wolfing down what little was left of his food before rushing out of the room, Whiplash close behind. The mare paused in the door, though, glaring at the two women slightly.

"You two," she said, jabbing her finger at them. "Talk. Now."

As soon as the mare had left, Umbra gave Zinnia a slightly confused look "Geez, what kind of bug's bitten Whip this morning?"

"No idea," Zinnia shrugged. "But she's got a point. Only four eyes now."

"Right," Umbra nodded "Weeell, here goes..."

[Umbras POV]

Well, there we were. Just Zinnia and lil´ol´me. Only the two of us. No one else since Whip and Stryker went out for a fly. Nope, sirree bob, not another living... GRAAAH!!!

What in the in name of Nurgle´s rancid nut-cup was wrong with me?!?

>>You wanted to talk under four eyes, well, there you go,<< the voice from yesterday shouted at me and by her tone she was this close to pop a vessel >>Now stop acting like a god damn school girl with her first crush and fes´ up or sooo help me!!!<<

>>Wow, I think I really need to see a shrink in the closer future cause I´m sure having your own inner voice threaten is not normal.<<

>>Bitch, please! You are the incarnation of dark and evil in a land of anthro ponies and you are discussing confessing to your first real love in what, five years, with the manifestation of your amorous needs. YOU ARE NOT NORMAL!!!<<<

"Umbra?" Zinnia's voice called, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You okay? You don't have to tell me if you don’t want to."

"NO!" I yelled and shot up, nearly losing my towel in the process. As soon as I realized my outburst, I giggled sheepishly and sat back down. "I mean, no, I want to tell you. I just had... another discussion, let´s call it that."

"Oh, voices in your head? Trust me, they're nothing to worry about. Keep'em happy as long as they're not sociopathic murderers and you'll be fine."

"Heh, I wish," I chuckled lamely before taking a deep breath, preparing for the dive. "Okay, let´s do this, like ripping duct tape off. Zinnia," I looked into her eyes "We've only know each other for the better part of two days... we fought so some wanna-be baddies, we saved Thunder... Applejacks brother and you saved me, we ended up pissing off the guy that wants to destroy your Equestria and we had insane sex worth its own ballad. We pulled some awesome stuff with our little pet show in Canterlot after we found out that your Fluttershy is obviously a kinky closet case and that Pinkie is seemingly the Queen of every kind of party. We managed to literally screw the living incarnation of love and her hubby in the very throne room of Celestia and Luna. Afterwards you were kind enough not to only let me stay for the night and fed me, no, we went and had even insan-er sex with your roommate, including gaint-ass magical horsedongs and your own of course and all the while, you see, I had this strange feeling growing in me. I noticed first at Canterlot when Shining was plowing you and afterwards whenever someone else got your attention but me. Also, every time when we Pet and Mistress, every time you praised me, told me I´ve done good, my heart jumped. I knew I could feel safe with you, that you´d be there for me and that I always wanted to be there for you and I think I had some kind of epiphany this morning in the shower because sometimes I am denser than a black hole and then you said you loved me and all but you meant not what I meant but not to talk in innuendo before Stryker and then I asked you for a heart to heart and now I am babbling like some hopelessly crushing school girl, I am babbling aren´t I?"

I forced my mouth shout for a moment, closed my eyes and only concentrated at reigning in my raging pulse, holding up a single finger to signal Zinnia that I was not finished yet. Then I opened my eyes again and locked my gaze on Zinnia, giving an long exhale.

"Zinnia, I´m in love with you."

[Zinnia's POV]

Wow.

Just... wow.

…

"Thank fucking God!" I cried, slamming my hands down on the table. I caught Umbra's startle expression and couldn't help myself - I started laughing. The mad, desperate kind of laugh you get when something you really want is right in front of you.

"Wait, what!?" Umbra asked, eyes wide. "W-why are you laughing!?"

"Because I love you too, ya evil bitch!"

That moment, everything fell out of Umbra´s face as she owlishly stared at me, her mouth opening and closing oh so cutely. Finally, she managed to find her voice again after staring at me like a Magikarp on dry land for minutes.

"Whu~?"

Okay, too much praise.

"I said I love you too, Umbra!" I shouted again, moving around the table and taking her hands. "Now come here and kiss me you idiot."

Without giving her any time to react, I pressed my lips to hers, and a feeling of warm, happy, fullness crashed through me. This was different to whenever anyone else had kissed me, this was filled with love. No passion, no need, just... love.

[Umbras POV]

Conflicted. Yes, that was a pretty good word to describe my state of emotion that moment.

I was so incredibly happy that I felt like I could sing praise to any deity that had ever been worshipped but that would have meant that I would had to separate my lips from Zinnia´s.

I wanted to climb on top of Mount Canter and carve a ridiculously big heart with Z + U 4 ever in it into the very stone but that would have meant to let go of Zinnia.

I felt like I could walk right up to Celestia and yoink her crown right off her head without needing to fear the solar retaliation.

In the end, I settled with simply melting into the kiss, gently brushing my lips against Zinnias and wrapped my arms around her hips.

Zinnia moaned slightly, pulling me closer, her tongue brushing against my lips. I answered in kind, parting my lips and wrapping my tongue around hers. The towel fell away, leaving me completely open, but I could care less right now.

Zinnia pulled away after a moment, and despite giving a slight whimper of disappointment, I admit I needed some air too.

"Umbra," the woman before me whispered, and my spine tingled at how she said my name. "I honestly love you. So, so much."

I nearly lost it. Nearly. Mustering all the dark willpower bestowed upon me, I instead mentally slammed a sock into my "amorous needs" metaphorical mouth because she would not shut up about ravaging Zinnia on the dinner table which, frankly, would have totally ruined the mood and threw the lusty figment of my psyche into her little padded cell, slamming the door shut.

After that, I took Zinnias hands with my own, placing them on my chest, right above my heart. "Zinnia," I smiled tenderly at the raven haired beauty before me "Would you please become the head Mistress of my Tower... and my heart?"

"I thought I already was your Mistress?" Zinnia asked.

"No, yes, I mean, of course you are but it’s a bit more complex." I stumbled a bit over my words "You see, me, the Overlord or in my case, the Overlady... argh, let´s just say a dark Ruler, which I am by the way, is bound by tradition to not only amass countless treasures and build a giant domain but also bring in the most beautiful females under the sky as their partners. That the traditional term is Mistress is just fluke on cosmic scales."

"So..." Zinnia paused, brushing what I assume to be a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'd be like the Alpha Bitch?"

And now my mind was flooded with hundreds of pictures and scenarios, all staring Zinnia, wearing nothing but plush dog ears, a cute spiked collar, gloves to make her hands look like paws and a short, fake tail connected to a butt plug.

I licked a bit of drool from my lips. "Well, should I ever find more candidates, then of course. If not, you would be still Alpha but my only one and mostly in the bedroom. I have to keep up at least some appearances to keep my Minions in line." I explained. "Just out of curiosity, the whole 'dark Ruler' stuff didn't faze you? Like, at all?"

"Nah," she dismissed, waving my concern off. "I've seen the real you. And I vaguely know what the Overlord series was, I recognized you straight away." She paused, waggling her eyebrows at me. "Even if you are infinitely sexier."

"Not half as sexy as you are Zi." I smiled and planted another kiss on her lips before parting on my own this time. "Good that you know some of the lore, my Equestria stands no chance then. I think I already know the color of the new carpets for the Canterlot throne room." I said in a half serious tone. "Oh ho, Gnarl will so bust a nut or maybe even two when I introduce you to him."

"Should I dress up?" She looked down at herself, pulling her robe open to reveal her... nakedness. Dammit woman! "Or am I good like this? Ooh, I have the Slave Leia bikini!"

My eyes widened at this. "Did I ever mention that my love for you burns so bright, Celestia's sun looks like the arctic on a cold day compared to it?"

"Nope, but now I know!" She gave me a peck on the lips before slipping away, almost gliding out of the kitchen. "I'm gonna go get dressed, come and get your armor! We'll leave Whiplash a note and then hop over to your world to make this official."

I simply nodded and followed Zinnia's amazing booty. I could not really recall much of the dressing up process, mainly because it still baffled me just how many kinky props my... girlfriend... yes, my girlfriend had.

Halfway in the process, I was already in trousers, boots and tunic while Zinnia was only in some sort of ballerinas and the bottom part of her costume, I snuck up to her and tapped her shoulder. The moment she turned around, I latched myself on one of her proudly on attention standing nipples and helped me to a few quick sips of that god damn addictive milk of hers, causing Zinnia to moan in surprise. After I had satisfied this need and only got lightly swatted for it, we finished dressing up and wandered into a second large, hangar-like room, this one floored with the kind of rough wood you might find in a barn with a massive pile of hay in the corner. The metal door was wide open, a pleasant breeze flowing in.

"Hangar Two," Zinnia said, answering my unasked question. "Sonar's room. I'll leave the note on the wall."

With that, Zinnia pulled a piece of paper and a pen from who-knows-where (seriously, I must have her bag!) and quickly scrawled something down, sticking the paper to the wall opposite the open door.

"Alright, let's go."

"Okay, give me your token then. I'll go over and call you." I held my hand out.

"Honey, it's already on your leg," Zinnia said with a smile. Huh, guess I slipped it on without noticing. "But I have another idea. Come here." She held her arms out, beckoning me in.

Curious what she had in mind, I followed her request. Zinnia snuggled up to me, being sure to make me look like the dominant one (she's fantastic, really), and sighed.

"Umbra, our contract is complete."

A flash of blue light appeared, and a stomach lurching moment later I was back in my training room, inside my tower.

In an instant, nausea washed over me as my connection to the tower was restored back from a faint buzz to full brunt transmission, making me stumble. Zinnia caught me, her idea clearly having worked, and for a moment she just held me steady.

>>…o Welder, I still have no idea where Her Ladyship is. No you cannot try and make the dragoness into a new armor for Milady... what do you mean Rufus? Her smell? Where?<< I heard Gnarls voice scrape in my ears.

"You okay?" Zinnia asked. Then, almost as an afterthought, she added, "My dark Lady."

Hearing Zinnia call me that brought a smile to my face and I straightened myself. "Yes, yes. Only a moment of disorientation after the teleport." I reassured her.

>>Hey! Gnarl and anyone else in the channel, guess who´s back?<< I clinked myself back into the Minion mind link in the tower.

I got no response, instead the training rooms reinforced oaken doors were flung open and Gnarl, Rufus, Welder, Wiener, Onyx and even Norbert barged into the room.

"Milady, you are back!" Gnarl exclaimed, heavily leaning on his walking stick as he waddled over to us. It was then that he noticed Zinnia, still my arm around her, in her Slave Leia outfit which caused the old Minion to showcase his broadest (and most lecherous) smile. "And you finally found a Mistress for the tower." He waddled around us, giving Zinnia a praising nod "And what a beauty she is. These wings, is she a succubus?"

"He has no idea," the girl muttered before clearing her throat. "No sir, I'm actually a Draconid. We're a half-Dragon species with certain special abilities."

"My, my, how... exotic." Gnarl rubbed his hands while ogling Zinnias bountiful breasts "Say Miss..."

"Zinnia, this is Zinnia Gnarl." I chipped in.

"Oooh, what a beautiful name. Fitting for its owner. Now Miss Zinnia, how do you feel about feeding grapes to a hard-working, old Minion after a long day of work?"

"Yeah... that ain't gonna happen," Zinnia said with a frown, hugging my arm tightly. "I am purely for my Overlady's use, no outsiders unless she commands it." She stuck her tongue out at the shocked Minion Master before reaching up and squeezing her breast. "Sucks to be you. I'm milky."

I barely managed to suppress a roaring fit of laughter as Zinnia gave Gnarl a pass. He made a face like a fish on dry land, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly.

The other Minions though, they were laughing their collective asses of.

Wiener had pulled his chef hat over his face and was rolling on the floor, Welder lay on his stomach, pounding at the stone with his fists as hysteric giggles wracked him and Rufus was holding his stomach with one hand and slapping his leg with the other. Even Norbert, ever the embodiment of tranquility, was snickering into his hood, propped up on his scythe.

And then there was Onyx. The black dragoness had been suspiciously staring at Zinnia the whole time from above but as soon as Zinnia had cracked the verbal whip at Gnarl, her scowl turned into a full fanged grin and then into raging laughter that shook her mercilessly.

"Damn Gnarl, you just got burned so bad, better go and apply some salve!" the She-Dragon hollered, her tail whipping around behind her like possessed whip. Then she walked up to us and gave Zinnia a wide grin with slightly flared wings and a halfcocked head. "Girl, I think we will get along swimmingly." Then she addressed me without looking at me "Bout time you found me another dragon to hang around with demonette. Even if she is kinda squishy."

"I take you're Onyx," Zinnia said with a grin. "Girl, I'm squishy 'cuz there's a baby in my belly. But I can still kick ass."

"I can attest to that." I supplied.

"Oh? You heard of me?" Onyx now looked at me "Told her some stories about me, did cha?"

"How we met." I answered.

Suddenly Onyx wings snapped shut. "Damn, you had to tell that one of all stories?" the dragoness whined, rubbing one of her ram horns.

"Hey, we don't have that many stories together flamethrower, suck it up like a big girl." I chuckled. "Hmm, I think you broke Gnarl my dearest Zinnia." I stated as I pointed at the still fish imitating Gnarl.

"Oh, did I do bad, my dark Lady?" Zinnia asked, dropping to her knees with an almost invisible smirk. Almost. "Maybe you should punish me?"

And there was the reason why I loved that woman so damn much. A smirk rivaling Zinnia's appeared on my face as I rubbed my chin as in thought. "Yes, indeed you did, slave." I growled out, tasting the word slave on my tongue like an exquisite sweet. It was almost as intoxicating, as acts of dominance flashed through my mind, ways how I could make Zinnia submit to me. "Some disciplinary measures are in order." I looked down at her and ordered "Up!"

"Y-yes, my Lady!" Zinnia cried, scrambling to her feet. She stood there, hands behind her back and chest pushed forward slightly.

God she was so damn hot like this.

"Well then, what should I do with you hm?" I held my growling tone as I cupped her chin with my hand, looking into her eyes. They twinkled with anticipation. "Collar and chain slave, putt them on. I know you have them with you."

I was highly aware that the Minions and Onyx were watching, slack-jawed.

"Y-yes, my lady, right away. M-might I have my bag?" She held her hand out hesitantly, eyes down.

I gave her the item.

"Th-thank you," she muttered, digging through the bag before pulling out a small, golden collar and snapping it around her neck. Next, she pulled out a long, simple chain, attaching one end to her collar before presenting the other end to me. "F-for my lady, do with it as you please."

"Oh, I shall slave." I smirked as I took the chain and gave it a small tug, testing if it was properly attached. "Very good. Now, follow me. You are always to walk one step behind me. No dilly-dallying." I ordered. Before we left the room, I gave my Minions a glare before turning to Onyx. "Onyx, please burn every Minion who tries to take a peek into my chambers."

Onyx gave me a thumbs-up and a wicked smile. "Gotcha."

With that taken care of, I tugged at the chain and strode forward, towards my chambers. The walk was only one flight of stairs and soon we stood in my bedroom, the greatly ornamented iron doors falling into the lock with a loud 'bang'.

"Oh thank God!" Zinnia groaned, slumping down. "I don't know how much longer I could have held that act, Umbra. I swear, I wanted to punch myself!"

I took my helmet of and sat it on its stand before guiding Zinnia to sit down on my own bed, the silken sheets shimmering in the darkest red in the sun than came through my big balcony door.

"Aww, but you were so incredibly sexy when you pulled that little act. Wanted me to spank and eat you out right there on the spot." I said in a slightly husky voice, giving her a kiss on the earlobe.

Zinnia giggled a little before a smirk found its way onto her face. "Oh, but remember that you're my pet, Umbra," she replied, running a hand along one of the unprotected parts of my body. "I'm Big Bitch, okay? I have the magic cock."

"Valid argumentation but my statement still stands." A shudder ran down my spine as her fingertips danced over my exposed skin. "On a totally different note, I think you've won over Onyx, Welder, Rufus, Wiener and Norbert with flying colors. Also, the way you burned the old walnut," I leaned in and breathed into Zinnias ear "Was an total turn on. All that sass." I gave her ear a slight lick.

"O-oh, Umbra!" Zinnia moaned, before reaching into her bag, once again pulling the dildo out. "I wonder what yours would look like..." she muttered, waving it at me.

I gave the sexy magical doohickey a short look before my smile returned with a vengeance. "Only one way to find out, isn`t there Zi?" I wiggled my eyebrows. "Help me undress?"

"But of course, my dark lady." Oh great darkness there it is.

Zinnia slipped off the bed, moving below me and slowly sliding her hands up my legs, undoing the clasps of my boots and in a heartbeat they were off. Next, Zinnia's hand slithered up and began to undo my belt buckle, pulling my belt and the protective armor and my weapon attached to it off me, depositing it on the growing pile on the ground.

All while giving me smoldering glances from below that made my blood run hot and a tingle run down between my thighs.

Before I knew what was happening, Zinnia had straddled my lap and began taking of my gauntlets. Doing that, she let her nails slightly graze my skin whenever she could, the faint touch driving me visibly wild as I yearned for a more substantial touch and by the cattish smile that adorned Zinnias face by now, she knew it.

"Am I doing good, my lady?" Zinnia breathed into my ear as she leaned forward to undo my upper body armor, using her wing-tips to tickle my shoulders as it fell away.

My mouth instantly went dry at the smoldering sexiness carried in her words before I reigned myself back in and answered "Yes. Keep going."

"Of course," she said, rubbing at my breasts through the thin tunic. "Shall I insert my lady's cock?"

My trousers and my tunic flew away in a manner that would have made Lupine the 3rd proud, revealing my body in all its naked glory once again, my nipples standing at attention and a unmistakable glistening coating the inside of my thighs. My face flushed and my heart hammering in my chest gave both Zinnia and the toy a gaze of want. "Do it!"

"As you command," Zinnia whispered, grasping the toy and placing it just at my opening. "Prepare to feel what a man does when he uses me."

With that, she shoved the plastic in, making me let out a gasp of delight. A familiar purple glow overtook the toy, and an electric tingling erupted from my loins, my mind flooding with all new sensations as the glow faded, revealing a long, thick, charcoal-skinned cock, veins throbbing along it's edges in time with my heartbeat. It had to be roughly twenty centimeters long, at least, and another three and a half thick!

"Oh my..." Zinnia muttered, sounding an awful lot like a flustered Fluttershy. "I didn't expect this on a human. Whiplash I understood, because... Well, because horsecock, but this..."

I starred at the monster protruding from my crotch, feeling new urges racing through my system, the most prominent to bury the black beast in Zinnias hot, wet throat.

"Oh... good... and here I thought I was the only one, hnng, surprised..." I panted and my new appendance twitched, sending a weird jolt through me. "Darkness... is it normal that it seems to have a mind of its own, trying to remote control me?"

"Oh that's just the testosterone rushing to your brain," Zinnia said with a wave and a smile. "What, you expect to grow a magic dick and not have male urges rush through your head?"

"Hah... okay... so that´s why... stop twitching dammit... why I feel the urge to fuck your face like no tomorrow until your belly is bloated with my cum..."

"Hey, let me get in position then you can go right ahead!" To punctuate her point, Zinnia crawled onto the bed, laying on her back with her mouth wide open. That gesture alone nearly made me blow my load into her face here and there. That was a strange thought let me tell ya!

Nervously biting my lip, I lined myself up with Zinnias waiting mouth, one hand on Zinnias head, the other guiding my newly acquired cock. Zinnias hot breath washed over my new meat and made me moan slightly. "Alright, I´ll put it in..." I muttered and, unsure how to go on, tried to slide carefully but my head was not even inside as my new 'instincts' took over, fed up with waiting and hilting myself until I felt resistance.

"Hee' hoi'!" Zinnia shouted, her words sending vibrations up my shaft before her throat seemed to constrict slightly, then open up, almost pulling me further in. "Ah ha' 'ake ih!"

That was the straw that cleaved the camel in two. I gripped Zinnias head with both hands and in one movement, hilted myself.

It was incredible. Zinnias hot throat felt divine as is constricted and relaxed around my shaft. "Now I can understand why guys love this so much..." I gasped out, nearly yelping as I felt something slithering over the surface of my meat stick. Zinnia was using her tongue! "O-oh sweet darkness!!!"

My first instinct was to press even deeper but somehow I managed to recall my own experiences with Zinnias and Whips magical cocks and the fact that living beings needed oxygen to survive, pulling out halfway to allow Zinnia to breath.

"Wow... that... what a rush and that was just putting it in your mouth once..." I gasped "And I nearly lost... it... are you okay Zi?"

Zinnia was lay there, openly glaring at me from below. She just pointed to the half of me that wasn't currently lodged within her before wrapping her hand around the base and jerking me.

"OH BLOODY HELL!" I yelled out as my brain was drowned in pleasure. " I GET IT, I GET IT! I... just stop.. I caHAn go on my oOOwn!"

That seemed to satisfy Zinnia as she let go of me. As soon as she let go, I hilted myself into her throat again and held that position for a few heartbeats, trying to recall how Zinnia had used my mouth and every guy I ever blowed. Hearing a growl from below, I began to thrust in a slow rhythm, still unaccustomed to the new piece of my physique. At the same time, I felt pressure building up in me.

I heard Zinnia let out a lust-filled groan, sending shivers up my spine even as she slathered my meat with her tongue, taking her time to run over each and every vein. She dragged her teeth lightly over the sensitive flesh. The pressure at the base of my member began to grow, building up until it was almost unbearable.

"Zi-Zinnia!" I shouted, pushing in until her nose was pressed against my thigh. "C-c-cu-cummiiing!!"

My legs nearly gave out on me as my first... well, male orgasm crashed down on me. The pressure popped like a cork on a violently shaken bottle of champagne, shooting out of me and into Zinnia's waiting throat as I felt my member twitch and swell and spurt. I pressed myself firmly into Zinnia, my head rolling back as my mind blanked and I stared at the ceiling of my chambers for a while until I noticed tapping at my hip and a part in the lust addled mush that was my mind realized that it was Zinnia, signaling to let her breath. With a grunt and an audible 'pop', I pulled out of the incredible cocksleeve that was my girlfriends throat, my dick trailing strings of saliva and cum behind, spurting one last string of cum over Zinnia's face.

"Un-unholy... ev-every-thing..." I gasped out, feeling slightly tipsy.

Zinnia panted for a second before running her hand across her face, gathering the last of my cum and letting it dribble into her mouth.

"Tastes like..." she said, a smile on her face. "Darkness. And love."

"Really?" I snorted, unable to stop myself from laughing at her. "You really went there?"

"What, I'm not allowed to comment on my girlfriend's taste?"

"Not if you’re gonna be all cheesy about it!"

"Fine! You taste like black forest gateau!"

"Gesundheit."

We shared a laugh for a moment, just basking in the afterglow, before Zinnia frowned at something.

"Uh, Umbra?" she asked, glaring at the ceiling. "You know how you told Onyx to burn peepers alive?"

"Yes?"

"Can I do it too?" She pointed at the ceiling, and I turned my gaze to see a single Brown Minion hanging from the ceiling, eyes wide.

My face fell into a deadpan as the Brown hastily tried to vanish back into whatever hole he crawled out of. "Knock yourself out Zi." I said in an even monotone, stepping back to clear the line of fire.

Zinnia spread her wings, shooting to the ceiling and gripping the Brown by the scruff of his neck, yanking him down. He fell to the ground with a crash, and I stood over him, glaring angrily. I heard Zinnia's wingbeats behind me before she stepped up, purple-blue flames licking at her lips.

"I'm not normally this ruthless," she said, a bit of flame falling and burning the Brown's skin, making him yelp in pain. "But you disobeyed my dark Lady, so now you die."

"Don´t worry, he´ll probably get off on it and we can always have Norbert revive him later. Fire at will love."

"Not with what I'm gonna do..." Zi growled. "You remember I said my kid's dad was an ice giant from Norse myth? Well his grandma's Hel. As in Death. I'm sure I could call in a favor for a few weeks of unending, agonizing torture with no chance of pleasure or the release of death."

A malicious smile grew on my lips. "Well, ya hear? Ya done goofed now buddy." I addressed the now visibly shaking Minion before turning to my fuming girlfriend "Cry havoc and unleash unending torment on this disobedient little fucker, my love."

"Thanks, but I'm not going home yet." She turned to me, flashing a genuine, dopey grin. "We had fun in my world, but I need a vacation!"

"I´m sure Norbert can pull some strings, being a Death himself." I supplied helpfully.

"Good, good..." Wow, Palpatine much? "These guys got balls? 'Cuz if they do, well... This dragon's got claws." To illustrate her point, two claws of energy burst from her hands, one made of purple-blue flames and the other seemingly made of her own shadow.

"Let´s find out."

[3rd Person POV]

Down in the Brood-Pits, the tortured screams of a Minion echoed around the caves. Even if none knew what caused it, each and every Minion subconsciously crossed their legs at the sound, and even Norbert seemed slightly unnerved. He turned to the River of Souls flowing not far from him, spotting a fragment of a Minion's soul floating there, shivering.

"What happened to you?" the old Blue asked himself, stroking his gill beard with a shudder.

[Umbras POV]

Zinnia stood up, flicking a spot of blood off of her hands and onto the Brown's face. She held up a small pot, within which were two shriveled up pieces of flesh.

"You see these?" the Draconid asked, growling when the Minion didn't reply. "Do you see these!?"

The minion let out a guttural, squawking noise, nodding desperately.

"You get these back in a month. After MY Death Patron deals with you. Now go cower in some corner until I call for you."

I had watched the whole impromptu OP with unabashed, morbid curiosity and maybe I was slowly starting to become a really sick and twisted bitch, maybe it was some raw, primitive part of my psyche or whatever but I suddenly realized that I was throbbing hard again. Painfully so.

"You know Zi," I put my hands on Zinnia's shoulders from behind her and stepped close, feeling my hard meat rub against Zinnia's ass cheeks, sliding up between them. "It might me totally wrong to be absolutely turned on by you mutilating that Minion but if so, I never want to be right again." I purred, nuzzling her neck.

"Y'know what?" Zinnia replied, pressing back into me. I felt my tip slip in slightly and we both groaned at the sensation. "I never was entirely right in the first place."

"Amen!" I breathed into Zinnias ear before I remembered something. "Hey love, I want to try something. You in?"

"Only if you’re in me."

"That´s a given."

"Then go right ahead, my dark Liege!"

"Alright, here we go." My hands snaked from behind between Zinnias legs "Now, try to relax, this should be a bit tricky. Oh and turn around. I wanna suck yer tits dry while I fuck your brains out." I added huskily.

"Umbra, you dirty bitch!" Zinnia cried, turning around with a smirk. "Do it!"

"Hello pot, I am kettle." I smirked before I grabbed the insides of Zinnias thighs, bent my knees and with a swift motion (now the muscle training Gnarl had me do really paid off as I was able to lift Zinnia with almost no problems), spread her legs in the process and slammed her down on my waiting shaft. In hindsight a total Jackass move but in that moment all I wanted was returning the favor to my hot, slightly deranged, hot and did I mention HOT girlfriend and fuck her senseless with my new appendance. That she was not wearing a panty, only this loincloth thing should also only much later come to my mind.

"A-ah!" Zi cried, arching her back and making her delicious tits bounce in front of my face. I reached out, grabbing the thin material and weak metals that formed her bikini top before ripping them off, pulling a nipple roughly into my waiting mouth. I grabbed the other one, too, squeezing and kneading it until her milk squirted out, running down my fingers and covering my cheek.

"F-fuck me, Umbra!" she cried, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Fuck me good! I'm your Mistress now, Umbra! Use me! Use me like I used you!"

"Gladly." I growled around her squirting nipple, lifting Zinnia until only my tip remained inside and that just barley. Then, without any warning, I slammed her down onto me, at the same time biting her nipple and earning me a mouthful of fresh, warm milk.

"SWEET CHRIST ON A MOTHERFUCKING BIKE NEVER STOP!!!"

Zinnia's voice was so incredibly loud, I'm almost positive they heard her even down in the Brood-Pits. Good, let them hear. Let it be known that I can pleasure a woman like she deserved it!

Lifting Zinnia back up and slamming her down again I proceeded to milk her for a good while she screamed and moaned like the unholy spawn of a Cat and a Banshee, clawing at my back and swearing that it would have made hardened sailors blush deep crimson.

That woman was so absolutely amazing and she was mine!

Greedily sucking at her other breast, a smile formed on my lips, latched around Zinnias nipple as a hot and kinky idea formed in my lust addled mind. I filled my mouth with Zinnias milk but kept it there and as I slammed her down again, I pressed my lips against her own, feeding her her own milk.

"MMMPH!!!!" She tried to cry out. "MMM!! Mmmph!! Mmm! Mm." With each passing moment, the shock seemed to ebb away, until eventually I felt her tongue start playing with mine as she gulped her own milk down with a satisfied "Mmmm~"

I pulled away, quickly latching on to her nipple again. Zinnia watched me for a moment before smirking, batting my hand away from her other tit and bringing the nipple to her mouth, suckling away with a happy grin.

"You..." I breathed, grinning as I pounded into her again, causing her to moan into her own tit. "Are so... Damn... Hot..."

My mind was by now a single foggy mess and my body was nearly working on its own, because apparently my new appendance came with a already installed auto-pilot. My hips were bucking upwards, working hard to slam myself even deeper into Zinnias quivering love tunnel.

Sweat ran over my brows as both Zinnia´s and my own movements became more and more frantic. At some point, we had both abandoned suckling and instead latched onto each others mouths, engaging in a passionate french kiss even as Zinnia's milk covered our chests. Our tongues wrestled each other for dominance, allowing us to taste each other at the same time.

I hungrily moaned into the kiss, again feeling the pressure building up. "Zi... I think... close...." I brought out between kissing my love, nipping at her lower lip and frantically thrusting into her.

"M-me too!" she replied, a low, rumbling growl of passion lining her voice. "I-inside! Together!"

I just gave a nod, redoubling my efforts to push the hot woman impaled on my throbbing meat spire over the edge. Zinnia leaned forward, her head falling past mine, and a minute later I felt her teeth grazing my shoulder.

"O-oh God..." I heard her mutter, as though holding something back. "I-I've just g-gotta... Crunch..."

A split second after the last word, I felt Zinnia clamp down in my shoulder and her teeth sink into my skin, making me cry out in shock, surprise and just a little pleasure.

Okay, she pushed me over the edge. I let gravity aid me as I slammed Zinnia down onto me, burying myself on her. Stars danced all over my field of vision as I felt myself unload spurt after spurt of my own warm goo into the depths of Zinnias womb and was really happy that she was preggers that moment because a low yet very haunting voice was whispering to me to impregnate Zinnia, to make her belly swell with my own dark child, making my claim to power over her undeniable and secure my own bloodline. I was not ready for that kind of freaky magic shit yet!

"MMMMMPH!" Zinnia cried around my shoulder, before releasing me. "Oh sweet, merciful Arceus!"

A whole new wave crashed down as Zinnia's orgasm wrecked her body, making her walls clench down on me, milking me for all that I had. She leaned back, hanging by her legs and my hands as she just dangled there, being pumped full. I swear I saw a little bulge in her stomach where my tip should be and the whole damn tower trembled violently.

As the last waves of your orgasms began to subside, I somehow managed to move both of us onto my bed were we sunk into the soft sheets with Zinnia half draped over me, her head snuggly resting on my humble B-Cups.

She was laying limply, one of her wings more or less closed while the other was wide open. With some effort I managed to drape her arms in a fashion that they would not feel uncomfortable for her and after that, simply contended myself with watching her dopey smile that seemed etched onto her lips.

"Wow... you´re a real lucky bag full of surprises hn Zi?" I asked softly while running my fingers through her hair, not sure if she had passed out of just kept quite. Either way I enjoyed snuggling with her immensely. Even though she was a head short than me, she had a much more, well, meatier figure, absolutely perfect for snuggles.

My gaze wandered over Zinnias still body and I could not help but to compare us. She had at least twice as much boobage as me, maybe even trice (even though that might just have been the pregnancy), her waist was a tad slimmer and her booty a good tad more inviting for a quick grope.

I let out a slight sigh. >>Nope girl, we have that road behind us. Remember, we are beautiful on our own right. The smokin´ hot girlfriend of yours can attest to that!<< A smile crept back on my lips as these thoughts that Zinnia was indeed my girlfriend now, brought the nice warmth back into my chest. >>Atta girl, show em that smile.<<

"You're much cuter when you smile, y'know," Zinnia said, giggling when I jumped. "No idea why you wouldn't smile all the time."

"Don´t scare me like that, I might bleach out from shock." I said, taking care to smile extra wide "And to answer your other question, it´s simply a matter of appearances, y´know, me being evil incarnated, all super edgy and stuff, rah rah! As much as I want, I can't be all smiles, sunshine and rainbows when around the Minions. Onyx, maybe but the Minions need another approach. They would probably try a mutiny if I let their leashes too loose or my defenses too open." I took the opportunity to peck Zinnia on the forehead, the movement causing a burning sensation where she had bitten me earlier. I gingerly touched the spot. "Ouch. Dayum gurl, I´m all about rough play but you seemed to try and take my whole arm off."

"Sorry about that," she winced. "Don't know what came over me. It was... well, like a little voice, telling me to claim you." She ran her tongue over her teeth. "Never used Crunch before though."

"Really now? Funny, a little voice told me the same about you, just in a different way."

"Maybe it's just our natures now? You're in the body of an evil warlord bent on claiming the world, and I'm a half-Dragon, one of the most territorial species in any fiction."

"No shit!" I let out a chuckle "You should see how Onyx defends her bed in my treasure chamber, hell, the whole treasure chamber itself, even if my Minions just want to add some to it. Also, that was some pretty deep shit Zi."

"T-treasure... ch-chamber?" She licked her lips, and when I looked into her eyes, her pupils seemed to be... well, fluctuating, between regular shape and the slitted kind Dragons sometimes have. That was making me slightly... nervous.

"Zinna, love," I spoke in an even, warm voice. "look at me and tell me how you are feeling right now."

"I-I feel..." She paused, and her eyes went full-slit. "Need... I-I need... gems..."

>>Shit!<< That was probably not good. I've never seen her in this state, slitted eyes and her greedy, Smaug-esque tone indicated that Zinnia was somehow besides herself at the moment. If she went full berserk, I doubted my tower and, more importantly, my person would come out with just a minor scratch. So I did the first and the stupidest/cheesiest thing I could think of. I cupped Zinnias face with both hands and pulled her into a kiss, not unlike how she had done to break me out of Darkrai's funk, praying to the Multi-Verse that the same trick could work twice.

Zinnia went rigid for a moment before relaxing, kissing me back. When I pulled away, her eyes were back to their normal, human-like selves, and she seemed much calmer.

"U-Umbra?" she stammered, and fear slowly took over her features. "W-what's going on?"

"Shub Niggurath be thanked, I was almost expecting this to blow up into my face." I exhaled a long sigh before I gently pulled the fearful looking woman in a embrace.

"Never hurt Mate," she growled, letting out a sob moments later. "Umbra, I-I'm starting to get scared."

O~okay, that was getting stranger and stranger. Aww, shit and Zinnia suddenly looked like she was on the verge of crying.

"Shhh, all is good love, all is good." I cooed, caressing Zinnia's back in a soothing manner. "Although I might have a theory about what just happened."

Zinnia stiffened again, her wings snapping to attention. "Smell 'nother Dragon!"

"Yes love, that is Onyx. Remember her. Onyx. Big, black scales and most important, your friend Zinnia. Onyx is a friend. A member of the flock. Family." I said softly, continuing to caress Zinnia's back while I did my damndest to not freak out about Zinnias sudden change in attitude.

"F-friend..." She muttered, shuddering. "O-Onyx... Friend..."

"Yes love." I lovingly run my finger through Zinnia's hair.

She sniffed again, taking a long drag of the air. "Smell... more..." she said, shooting upright. "Intruders! Defend mate!"

Before I could say anything, Zinnia had shot out of my embrace, grabbing her bag and pulling a pair of shorts and a bra out, pulling them on as fast as possible. Guess whatever mind changing hocus pocus she was experiencing still had left a shred of female dignity in her. After that, she shot out of my chamber door, pushing the heavy doors open like they were cheap compressed wood.

I for my part jumped out of the bed too, pulling my tunic over to halfway cover me, slipped into my boots and Gauntlet of Dominance, graped Mayhem from the floor and followed Zinnia, half curious and half afraid who these intruders might turn out to be.

Sounds of fighting echoed through the halls as I raced after Zinnia, sounding like they were coming from the throne room. I changed course, heading down a nearby stairwell, before rounding a corner and sliding to a stop.

Two chimera's, TWO DAMN CHIMERA´S, stood proud in the center of the room, with a few minions lay unconscious before them. The male - I could tell from the fact that it had a Lion's Head and a big, bushy mane - had a Brown in his paw, holding him up and staring at it with all six eyes – the other eyes belonging to a two a ram's head, and a cobra's on the tail.

"What odd little creatures," the male's lion head said. Somehow his voice reminded me of Scar. He prodded to unconscious minion with a paw.

"What the bloody, ever-loving FUCK?!?" I burst out, seeing those two towering beasts casually standing in the center of my tower.

"Oh, dear," the female (female lion's body and head, a sheep head and maybe a python?) said, casually inspecting her claws.

"It ssseemsss there are more vermin than we thought," the female's snake head added.

"We'll just have to remove them." the sheep head finished.

"Remove me? Anything else? This is MY fricken tower you Frankenstein side-show!" I yelled angrily. Why was it that everyone wanted my god damn tower? I mean, the next mall was hundreds of kilometers away, no satellite connection and nothing but rocks all around. There were better properties literally everywhere!

"Oh, is it?" the male's ram head asked sarcastically. He shared a glance with... himself... that's freaky.

"Think of it thissss way," the cobra head hissed. "Thisss tower isss under new management."

"And we're having dark meat for lunch," his lion head growled, and they started stalking forward.

Yikes!

I involuntary made a step back, I mean, who wouldn´t? Both chimeras were easily towering over my by half a meter. It was then that I remembered every documentary I ever saw, who had hammered into my brain that running from a lion, or in this case a lion mishmash beastie, was the first step to becoming dinner.

"F-funny, I was thinking the same." I said, trying to sound defiant before yelling "Catch pussycat!" and hurling a Fireball spell towards the center between the two front heads. The chimera dodged with contemptuous ease, all heads licking their chops.

>>GNARL! Where the fuck are you?<< I yelled at the same time over my mind link.

>>I am attempting to restrain your new Mistress, Milady!<< the old minion shot back. >>She is going crazy!<<

>>What? Never mind! Tell her Umbra is in danger, in the throne room. TELL HER DAMMIT! There are two chimeras in here, big as mini vans and they are hungry! Send Minions while you’re at it!<<

Not two seconds later, a roar of pure, unbridled fury shook the tower. The chimeras winced slightly, backing away and searching the room.

"What wasss that!?"

"That?" I replied with a smirk. "That was my girlfriend. You're fucked, by the way."

The male snorted, glaring at me.

"If you think some hussy who can shout is going to kick us out..." his lion head growled.

Hello face, meet lightning covered fist. The male chimera hadn't even finished as I buried a left straight worthy of the Klitschko twins in his snout in a similar manner like I had done with Darkrai.

The beast roared in pain, rearing back to glare down at me, blood staining the lion heads muzzle.

"What did you just say? Care to repeat?" I hissed in an icy, cutting voice, my fist still out stretched and dripping with dark crimson blood. Deep inside me I felt the surge of power bubbling up, allowing me to move faster and hit harder as my mind slowly became consumed by the urge to kill, mutilate and cause pain. The Darkness knocked on my door and I opened it wide.

The female let out a low, rumbling growl, glaring at me before pouncing. Before she could even reach me, though, a stream of crimson flames spewed from a corridor, completely engulfing the chimera before a glowing white blur followed, slamming into her and throwing her across the room.

"No hurt mate!" Zinnia shouted as the glow faded. "MINE!!!" she added with a roar.

"Hello love," I smiled under my helmet. Just now, seeing the woman I loved in this ferocious state somehow even added to her beauty. "You're just in time. How about we show this insignificant Sideshow monsters who the true masters of this tower are and why?" Cold contempt oozed out of my words as I locked gazes with the male chimera again, electricity growing a new in my palm while the eyes in Mayhems handguard began to flicker.

Zinnia responded with an ear-splitting roar, draconic flames erupting from her mouth and claws of shadow forming in her hands.

"To blood. And death!" I roared myself, starting a sprint towards my chosen target, my blood boiling from the thrill of battle and the prospect of violent death.

[Zinnia's POV]

Red.

Everything was tinted red.

My fury bubbled away inside of me, the smell of my mate's attacker burning in my nose.

The faint part of me that was still me decided that yes, this would happen. And yes, this bitch would die.

My mate's words sounded so very, very far away when they reached my ears. But she was here, and she was safe. I roared in reply, letting loose a Dragon Breath to show my power.

The chimera groaned, pulling herself to her feet and glaring at me.

"Coward," the snake head spat. The first to be ripped from her flesh. "You attack me from behind, like a coward. What claim do you have to thisss tower?"

"Mate's Den!" I roared back without thinking, dropping to the ground. Shadow Claws covered my hands, and I felt energy fill my wings. "You no hurt Mate!"

The energy in my wings cried out to be release, and I complied. Shooting forward with my claws outstretched, I began spinning, a small whirlwind forming behind me.

"Shadow Whirlwind!"

A cone of shadow-infused wind appeared before me, tearing into the chimera even as I closed my claws around her lion neck. The sheep head cried out, shadow-air slicing into her skin, and the snake lashed out, the only one unaffected.

Perfect

"Crunch!"

"AAAARRGH!"

The snake hissed in pain, it's body writhing in pain as my teeth sank in. I grinned around her flesh, her movements making this all the more sweet. With a powerful beat of my wings, I pulled away from the Chimera, her snake head still in my teeth. With a satisfying tear, the head came away, leaving a writhing snake body spurting blood over the floors. I stared into the four remaining eyes, full of shock, and let the flames build in my mouth, incinerating the snake.

Spitting the ashes out, I glared at the remainder of my prey.

I grinned at them, reveling in their fear.

"No hurt Mate," I growled. "No take Mate's Den."

"You..." the sheep gaped. "You..."

"You bitch!" the Lion roared. "I'll tear you to shreds!"

The chimera pounced, and I brought up a Protect, which she landed on top of, trying to break through. A grin formed and I brought a Brick Break into my hand.

"Guerrilla Shards!"

I punched the barrier, sending glowing green shards flying into the chimera even as she fell onto me. Bloodied cuts covered her body even as her fangs bared down on me.

"I'm going to enjoy this," she growled, and the sheep head looked down with sick delight. "I'm going to be tearing you to shreds, after all."

"Oh no you're not!"

A black shape tackled the chimera from on top of me, rolling away in a flurry of colors.

Onyx.

The dragoness rolled to her feet, glaring at the chimera. "You ain't touching her!"

"What do you care, Dragon?" the chimera shot back. "This is not your den! You have no hoard here! It is owned!"

She insults Mate's flock! A little voice shouted. She must be destroyed! Frustration! Rage! Outrage!

"Final Fury!!!"

Onyx and the chimera turned to me, their expressions changing from confusion to fear when they saw the burning blue aura that surrounded me. Onyx scrambled away, moving out of my line of sight, and I charged at the chimera with a roar of pure anger.

"Die!" I roared, slamming my fist into the lion head even as the flames began burning her alive. "Die!" My fist slammed into the sheep head, the body becoming dizy and stumbling back. I followed, kicking out and sending her to the ground. "Die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die!" Every word was punctuated with another strike, the chimera curling up and whimpering before going quiet. I didn't care, I kept going. She had to pay!

(Umbras POV)

My Corruption spell hit the male chimera dead on, sending massive jolts of electricity mostly into the ram´s head as its horns somehow acted as a lightning rod of sorts, causing black smoke to rise from it.

The three heads collectively roared in pain and fury, jumping several meters back in one leap, breaking free from my spell, but I could tell that some damage had been done. Nearly all the fur was burned off the ram's head, exposing lobster-red flesh with at least second degree burns and the head´s right eye was held closed which a part red, part clear liquid streaming out of it over the heads ruined cheek, like macabre tears.

I felt so alive as I followed hot on my prey´s heels. The song of battle was sounding in my ears, guiding my every movement, supplying knowledge where my own lacked, pointing out weak points, openings in my preys stance and the best way to capitalize out of them.

"Di-hi-hi-hiiie!" the ram head bleated furiously, the creatures whole body springing into life, winding up a low swipe with its front paw in order to eviscerate me.

At the same time, I fired another Corruption spell.

But this time, the chimera used his momentum and his bulk to simply power directly through my magical onslaught, albeit it was ever so slightly slowed down.

This was my saving grace as a paw big like my head and studded with razor sharp claws drew an arc over my stomach but instead of spilling my guts all over the floor, it 'merely' shredded my tunic and carved four large, bleeding gashes into my soft flesh, causing my to cry out in surprise and pain. Mostly surprise.

"GGGAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!"

Pressing my hand over my wound, I stumbled backwards. I felt my warm blood run over my hand and down my legs.

I looked up.

The chimera towered over me, the large predators whole body poised for the final blow.

Suddenly, in a well and often used movement, the chimera lowered his front towards the floor and not unlike a scorpions stinger, the cobra head on the beasts tail shot towards me, ivory colored, poisonous fangs longer than my damn fingers ready to sink into my body to pump me full of lethal poison.

Only to be intercepted by a brown blur that flew directly into the open maw, impaling itself on the murderous fangs, effectively disarming them.

Feeling a bit lightheaded, I stared baffled at the Brown Minion that even in his death throes was still happily gibbering incomprehensible war cries.

"MINIONS! Protect her Ladyship! Onwards!"

I turned my head, seeing Gnarl standing in the door, gesticulating with his stick towards the two chimeras and a flood several dozen Brown and Red Minions swarming into the room.

"Raaagh! More pests!" the lion head made his frustration known "Crush them all!" as the Red Minions began to pepper the towering beast with fire globs and the Browns began to swarm around its legs, stabbing and cutting with their weapons, quickly opening several bleeding wounds under total disregard of their own safety, ignoring the fates of their brethren who found their ends under paws, cloven hooves and between strong jaws.

"Enough of thisss!" the cobra head again rocketed forwards, intending on impaling me with its fangs straight through the heart, I could tell it from the sheer look of hatred in its yellow eyes.

But this time, I was prepared.

Adrenaline rushed through my system, allowing me to ignore the burning pain and the lightheadedness from the blood loss as my gaze locked on the approaching snake.

From somewhere in my mind, I suddenly gained the knowledge on how the serpentine tail would move, I could almost see its muscles working under its skin.

The cobra opened its maw wide and that robbed it of its sight on me for a short yet crucial moment.

My muscles turned into spring coils, moving me out of harm’s way a heartbeat before the poison dripping fangs could sink into me.

Instantly I raised Mayhem above my head and brought the enchanted blade down with all the power I could muster. A shrill, hissing scream pierced the air as Mayhem bit deep into the scales and muscles, the madness of the blade flooding my mind, urging me to take another hit and I complied. This time, I shifted to a two handed grip and brought the blade down with a primal outcry.

The eyes in Mayhems handguard shone brilliantly as the blade bit into the snakes bones, all but cleaving them it in two.

The chimera jerked his tail back, the sudden movement causing the already half severed tail to rip of complete with a wet sound and fall to the ground, a mist of blood spraying from the tails stump, filling the air with light crimson. That in turn caused the chimera to rear up on his back legs with a roar of anguish.

"Milady, now! Topple the beast with your Minions and plunge your blade deep into its heart!" Gnarl yelled from his safe spot.

I grinned and a cackle rose from my own chest. Yes, I liked that plan.

"Minions!" This time it was my voice calling out to my little soldiers, brimming with dark power and a hint of madness. "Browns, cut its legs, ram your spears into it! Reds, fire at the remaining heads!"

And my Minions complied. Under the combined onslaught of cutting, stabbing, chopping and a hail of fiery globs, the chimera quickly lost his balance. With a surprised outcry, the beast fell to its back, sending small shockwaves through the ground.

As soon as I saw the chimera fall, I began to move. I closed the distance in a quick sprint and as the heavy body slammed into the floor, I jumped, drilling my heavy boots in the soft abdomen of the creature. For a second I struggled to find secure footing on the pliable flesh but then I found it and soldiered on. I changed my grip on Mayhem to reverse and again, raised the blade with two hands over my head like an oversized dagger.

"Time to DIE!" I roared and brought my weapon down, the falchions polished blade sinking into the chimeras chest like a hot knife into butter, piercing through the beasts ribcage and finding its mark in the chimeras wildly pumping heart.

With a wet 'thung' Mayhems handguard collided with the chimeras chest and with a last spasm and a gurgling, pathetic cry that degraded into a choked mewl, my prey breathed its last breath and lay still.

With ragged breath, I forced myself to stand as a colorful whirlwind exploded from the slain beasts corpse and a huge amount of souls rushed into my Gauntlet of Dominance, revitalizing me a bit in the process.

"Oh... Milady. You made it, thanked be the Dark Fates." Gnarl croaked, waddling over, pointedly avoiding the growing puddles of blood on the ground.

"Yeah, yeah, great Gnarl. Hey, see that those bodies are put to good use in the kitchen or something... where´s Zinnia?"

My question was answered as I looked around only to find the my girlfriend, covered in blue flames and pounding away with her fists at a definitively dead pile of flesh, splattering blood and giblets over the walls and the floor.

"Zi..." I muttered, Mayhem slipping from my hand as I stumbled over to her, reaching out with my right, my left again clutched over my wound.

"Zinnia... it´s over. It's dead... yo..." I was interrupted as I suddenly was wracked by violent coughing that sprayed light red mist from my mouth. "Oooo... not good..."

Zinnia straightened up, her head whipping around to me. Her nostrils flared, as though smelling the blood, and a moment later her flames petered out, leaving steam rising from her skin.

"U-Umbra..." she muttered, shaking her head viciously. "Umbra!" she cried again, this time rushing over, catching me just as my legs buckled.

"Hey love..." I gave her a blood caked smile.

"U-Umbra... no..." Tears formed in Zinnia's eyes, falling slowly down her face. "You... you're okay, right?" she asked, almost desperately.

"Jus~sst a bit light he~eaded...." I slurred before my mind finally recognized what these things were that kept falling on my face.

Zinnia was crying.

"Hey... love. Why´re you.. cryin´?" I touched her cheek with my right hand, attempting to wipe her tears away with my thumb. "Aaall I need is some rest... and I´ll be as rain as right in no time... hehe..."

"Umbra... I love you, but don't lie to me," she sighed, gingerly lacing her hand on my wound, making me wince. "This is more than 'I need to rest' and you know it."

"Really? Ooopsie doodie..." I suppressed another wince. "Well... maybe you´re right... where´s Gnarl?"

"Right here, milady," the walking walnut provided, shuffling up to my side.

"Ah, there ya... Say, the Tower Heart still charging up from my last revive?" I asked, feeling for some reason the urge to giggle.

"I am afraid so. Even though, this land is rich on ambient magic..." he said somberly, looking at his clawed feet.

"Oh..."

"Wait, what!?" Zinnia cried, eyes wide. "That has happened before!?"

"Yeppers," I answered strangely chipper "Big Dog sliced my head with his axe from here to here." I dragged my finger from my forehead to my chin to underline my statement.

"Yes and I told your Ladyship that the Tower Heart would need to reload it´s magical reserves from the ambient energy for a long period before a revive with an acceptable chance of success could be possible." Gnarl lectured, even now.

"Dude!" Zinnia snapped. "She is dying right now! Can it!" She looked back down at me before slamming her free palm into her head. "Why don't I have any healing moves, dammit!"

"Well, that is how it always has been. Overlords always die sooner or later, either by the blade of a so called Hero or otherwise." Gnarl retorted "All we can do is honor her memory and search for the next dark Ruler. But if it is any consolation Milady, you have been the by far most pleasant dark Ruler I ever had the pleasure to serve."

"Yay..."

"Fuck your traditions! Doesn’t someone have any healing abilities in this tower?!" Zinnia clenched her fist, trailing off. "Every game with Minions has a healing class..."

"Game? I think you are hysteric Miss Zinnia" Gnarl unsurely took a step back.

I caught a brief glimpse of Zinnia's eyes, the slitted pupils coming back.

"ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION BEFORE I CRACK YOU OPEN LIKE THE HAIRY WALNUT YOU ARE!!!"

It might have been the blood loss that somehow caused an epiphany of sorts or just some cosmic convenience but I tapped Zinnias arm with my hand "Hey, hey... didn´t ya say you know Hel? Like Goddess of Death? Maybe Norbert can call her or sumthin..." before I turned to Gnarl "And you, how much juice does the Heart have by now? Gimme an estimate..."

Gnarl looked a bit ashamed (heh, a first and I only needed to die for that) before he answered "I would say... hm, forty five percent at the most generous guess."

"Schooo~ it might be the blood loss but that means I have nearly a fifty/fifty chance to revive?"

"I... might be able to get Jason to bring her... I'm not sure..." She paused, frowning. "The only time I've seen her outside of her realms was when my world joined them, so it doesn't really count, but it's worth a try."

"That or flippin a coin love..." I giggled "Ooouh, I feel tipsy..."

"Well... maybe there is a third way..." Gnarl suddenly chipped in, hesitation audible in his voice.

"Then tell us you walking wrinkle!" Onyx suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Gnarl nearly jumped out of his skin. "Don´t do that! Now, what I say next is highly theoretical and lengthy but I'll try to break it down. Theoretically, we should be able to use the raw energy of the Tower Heart to infuse Milady's body directly with its healing energies, restoring her health enough to stabilize her."

"YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!" Zinnia roared, gently placing me down. A second later, she lunged at Gnarl, knocking the old Brown onto his back with a grunt. She stood over him. "WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT FIRST!? WHY WERE YOU PREPARED TO LET HER DIE!"

"Because Gnarl here is, now and then, a bit too gridlocked with traditions and rules." an eerily calm voice suddenly stated and all eyes turned to Norbert, the ancient Blue standing near me like he had been there from the beginning. I had to admit, now his grim Reaper get-up was a little intimidating. "Also, because a direct Mana infusion from the Tower Heart has a slight possibility to cause a cataclysmic explosion that would devastate the land and make it uninhabitable for the next fifty or more generations. That happened at least once in the past if I recall correctly."

Oh? So we are already past part two?

I looked at Zinnia, trying a smile "Well, what´dja say love? In the mood to risk planetary devastation?"

"You can move in with me if that happens," Zinnia said with a smile, moving back over to me. She lifted me up gently, flaring her wings. "To the Tower Heart, now!"

Norbert bowed his hooded head slightly. "Very well then, please follow me Miss." With that, the Minion Death waddled towards the stairs, Zinnia with me in her arms and Onyx in hot pursuit. Only Gnarl seemed reluctant and stayed behind.

[Moments later, in the Treasure Chamber]

I was laid on the ground right in front of the Tower Heart, Norbert propped on his scythe in front of me while Zinnia and Onyx stood at the sidelines.

"Are you sure of this Milady?" Norbert asked in his slightly echoing voice.

I gave a thumbs-up from the ground. "Ready as ever will be." Then I lifted my head to look at Zinnia and Onyx. "See ya later." I said with an idiotic grin before laying my head back down.

"You better live..." I heard Zinnia mutter. "Or I swear to God I'll kill you..."

After that, Norbert cleared his throat, signaling that he was about to begin. He stomped the butt of his scythes handle on the floor of the chamber three times, causing eerie echoes. I then saw him flare his arms out, his gaze firmly locked on the Tower Heart. Suddenly the air thrummed with graspable power as ethereal winds began to flow.

I felt my body slightly being lifted into the air as suddenly pressure started to build up in my chest, making breathing hard.

Something prodded me, something warm and formless, something incredible powerful yet absolutely gentle.

>>This better be no god damn tentacles!<< I thought before I finally blanked out.

[An unknown amount of time later]

As I came back to, I could not move and everything was dark.

Great, did I really croak this time?

Was this the afterlife? If so, then this afterlife sucked major balls!

"Hmmm, at least its soft all around." I said to myself, pleasantly surprised that I could still speak. That meant I could at least talk to myself until I figured out what actually happened to me.

Experimentally I tried to wiggle my toes and was pleasantly surprised as I felt it work. So far so good.

Next for examining my eyes, but my arms didn't budge as I tried to raise one and touch my eyes. They felt open but also like there was something on them. Also, still felt a pressure on my chest.

"Le sigh... okay Multi-Verse, you had your fun with me, now please, please, please, show me what happened to me because I might very well start running to stop Zinnia from tearing me a new one for dying..." I stated, starting to get irate from my paralyzed state.

"Whu~?"

Huh, guess my prayers are being answered. This time.

The pressure on my chest shifted before lifting off altogether, the darkness moving away slowly, revealing the duvet of my bed falling from Zinnia's body. She looked down at me tiredly, raising a hand to brush the sleep away for a moment before seeming to wake fully.

"Umbra!" she cried, her face visibly lighting up. "You're awake!"

"Hey there beautiful." I grinned and immediately regretted it as my everything began to sting. Well, now at least I knew why I seemed unable to move my arms. They must have fallen asleep from Zinnia sleeping on me.

"Oh, thank God you're okay!" she yelled, before lightly punching my shoulder. "Don't you ever do that again!"

"Ouch." I whined playfully "I hadn't planned to do it in first place. Even though, if I all the times get to see your beautiful face when I come back, I might eventually reconsider it."

"Don't you dare give me that!" she chided, though a small smile found its way onto her face. "I swear, if you weren't recovering from almost dying I'd kill you where you lay."

A cattish smile formed on my face "Uh, you are so hot when you throw around death threats love."

Zinnia giggled. "Seriously, stop it. You need to rest, and now I need to go tell everyone you're okay." She paused, seemingly remembering something. "And don't use that mind-talking thing Gnarl told me about. He said it might put too much strain on your mind." She stood up, shooting me one last smile before turning to the door and muttering. "I should probably take him down off the wall..."

"Kay, I´ll be a good girl Zi." I spoke from under my covers, watching her cute ass as long as I could. "Pwease be quick, so we can cuddle."

"I'll have Wiener bring you something to eat while you wait," she said with a chuckle, waving back coyly. Damn tease.

The doors closed behind Zinnia and I was alone in my bedroom. I sighed and looked at the ceiling.

"Hm, let´s see. With Zinnia I have a wonderful, loving girlfriend, Norbert risked blasting the world to smithereens for me, and in Onyx I have a dragoness that is not only willing to guard my treasures instead of eating them, she will also jump at big-ass monsters without a thought to protect me and Zinnia and I'm not dead."

Wiener chose that moment to walk in, a tray of food in his hands, which he then placed on my lap when I sat up.

The smile returned to my face "And now I've got food, too! Life is pretty great."

Author's Notes:

Yes... well... so that happened. Eh he he...

*looks nervously into the readers faces*

O-okay, look, I know we overdid it with the sex a bit by now...

*several dozen bludgeoning instruments get pulled from their hiding places*

W-w-wait! Let´s not be hasty, okay? I-i promise, I see that we cut back on the nasty bits and go back to main story line as fast as....

*angry buzzing beginns to fill the air*

AHHHH! OH GOD! NOT THE BEES, NOT THE BEES!!!!

*turns tail and runs for her life*

And another part with The Emerald Nightingales Delta Guardian.