This chapter is a little weird lol. Comment to tell me what you think... Try not to be too mean... I have had ZERO feedback on any of my writing at this point. 

This is the final chapter, but rest assured the next book has already been started and some of it is outlined. The next book will be the final in this trilogy and I'm hoping it will tie together well, but I haven't quite decided on how I want it to end. I'm toying with killing some characters that I like, but who knows. 

Sephira found herself alone in Azaesel's extravagant tent. She had removed her armour and only wore her black tunic, pants, boots, and dagger belt. The sun was setting and the large entrance was open to the brilliant orange and pink sky over the empty plains. As Azaesel strode in with his silky black tunic and tight black pants he smiled to her, but she saw the dark lust in his eyes and he came closer than she liked to get his hands on her. She stood with indecision about calling Caius for help or handling him by herself. Her hesitation seemed to make him think she might want him. She wouldn't be able to stop him if he decided he wanted to take her against her will and without Craven and Rauka, none would stand up to him for her. As he kissed her roughly, she saw Qetesh sitting with one of her dragons out of the corner of her eye bathed in the orange sunset right outside the open side of the tent. She kissed him back for a few seconds, letting his hands roam her body as she decided what to do. She stopped kissing him, but embraced him on her tip toes to get her eyes over his shoulder in order to get a better look at the two dragons. She could feel his long, hard erection pressing against her as she let him pull her body fully against his and then she saw her dragon was also aroused. She guessed by the look of her dragon eyeing the female that she could've been in heat. She let go of Azaesel slowly and he tried to pull her into another kiss, but she made her risky decision to refuse him with her eyes still on the two dragons. She stepped away from him before trancing with her blue-eyed male dragon and feeling the burning of his erect penis as his sides were heaving and he breathed in the enticing smell of the female dragon. He had been too nervous to mount her, but Sephira knew if she was in heat, she would likely welcome it.

Azaesel's eyes were wide with surprise as the woman in front of him froze like a statue with a serious look on her face while her eyes turned an alarming white and were blank. He watched her in confusion and could see that she was taking quick deep breaths.

Sephira's complete consciousness was in her male dragon when she reached out with his long neck and sharp claws, biting the center neck of Qetesh and pulling her body beneath him. To her relief, the three-headed dragon lifted her tail and positioned herself to receive his penis. Sephira didn't hesitate when Qetesh's moist vulva touched the sensitive tip of her penis sending intense pleasure through her and she used her dragon's strong body to push the whole length of it into the warm smooth vagina.

Azaesel gasped when Sephira's head tilted back and she dropped to her knees with a moan in time with the dragon's strange noises behind him. He could feel the desire and pleasure of his dragon in the strangest way and it was almost incapacitating as he could feel her pleasure deep inside him. His dragon's feelings became more and more intense and he found himself on his knees beside Sephira who was making small sexy gasping sounds in time with her dragon's mighty thrusts. Azaesel moaned in pleasure as he collapsed to his back and Sephira heard with both her dragon's ears and her own. She sped up her feverish humping before letting herself ejaculate with a dragon's groan accompanying her own gasp of ecstasy. The intense pleasure was something she had felt before and she was disappointed when it faded quicker than her own orgasm would've. She returned to her body to see Azaesel too had ejaculated in his pants and laid on his back breathing heavy. She thought for a moment his eyes were closed, but they weren't and he looked shaken.

Had none of his seven dragons ever mated before? Sephira wondered in shock. He started sitting up looking almost horrified as he looked at her with his mouth dropped open. She swallowed and got to her feet.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." She lied, trying to act surprised as if she didn't know what had happened. His attention turned to his crotch and Sephira took that moment to slip out of the tent and fly her dragon back to her others gathered near her own tent.

Despite her unnerving experience with Azaesel, she was feeling relaxed and satisfied physically and hoped he did too so he wouldn't be tempted to come after her. In the past, when Caius mated, she knew they both were able to feel the experience together vividly. As her dragon landed, she hoped he had been able to experience it. His squinting eyes and relaxed posture seemed to suggest that he had in fact enjoyed himself. She reached out to him with her question and right away his big sapphire blue eyes opened wide and so did his long toothy mouth as if to say 'yes very much, I want to do it again soon'. She laughed and he pressed the top of his smooth scaley snout into her arms as her other dragons approached for attention as well. Without them, she would be alone. She was grateful her dragon had likely just saved her from being raped.

She caught herself from asking why the dragons were mating so early before mating season in the Fall because she guessed the Nimbi dragons mated much more frequently than regular dragons. Qetesh wasn't the only one in heat. When the sun went down, she could hear many of the dragons mating loudly in the encampment. She was surprised she didn't hear men moaning along with the dragons. She watched carefully when she saw Captain Kenai's dragon start to mate with one of Azaesel's females. She had an eye on Captain Kenai and saw that although he had a smirk on his face as he sat around the campfire, there was no hint of him being aroused by it. Sephira was interested to find that the humans seemed unaffected by their dragon's pleasure. What really surprised her was when Azaesel landed on Qetesh with almost no inkling that his other dragon was mating. His connection to his other dragons was either very weak or he was able to block it out somehow.

"I'm not mad, Sephim. Please!" Azaesel called when Sephira looked nervous by his presence. "Please, don't run from me." He said softly as she had stood still to focus on stopping her very excited male dragon from pouncing on Qetesh, who had all six of her red eyes fixed temptingly on him. Azaesel's hands were on her shoulders, but as Qetesh seemed to be inviting the male to take her again, Sephira's eyes went white and her body went limp. Azaesel watched the male dragon stalk up to Qetesh with a determined stride he didn't normally have with his erection protruding from between his scaly gold legs. Sephira seemed to be fighting it as her eyes flickered and the male dragon seemed to be heeding her command until Qetesh spun her back to him and pushed herself under him. Sephira relinquished her hold on her own body when she felt Qetesh brush against her dragon's hard penis and she was swimming with lust in his burning body. The smell of her made him uncontrollable and the feel of sliding himself in and out was all he could focus on.

Azaesel picked up her light body as she moaned in his arms and he brought her into her tent to place on her bed. His penis was hard as he laid back next to her and let Qetesh's pleasure invade his body.

He had sat up and removed his erection from his pants when he felt Qetesh near her climax and he was able to grab a rag to catch his ejaculate. He groaned and tensed as he came, but when he opened his eyes, he saw in horror that a Captain was standing in the entrance of the tent with confusion on his face. Azaesel hadn't moved, but Sephira sat up and ripped her blade from her sheath before cutting the man down where he stood. Azaesel swallowed when he heard the body hit the grass in two pieces and Sephim's order to 'Leave us' was loud and vicious. She had kicked the body through the entrance of the tent and Azaesel was wholly relieved that the curtain had fallen back over to hide him from what he guessed were others. They must've heard the desperate-sounding cry she made when her dragon reached his climax and thought she was suffering. "Clean this up." She growled, before ripping into the tent after stepping over the body.

Azaesel sent her a grateful look that almost made her smile at the innocence in his eyes. She had her teeth clenched and her heart was pounding as she huffed in annoyance before he pulled her to sit on the bed. He had wiped himself with the rag and done up his pants enough to hide any skin. He laid back and she let him put his arm around her as she laid in the crook of his elbow and closed her eyes. He watched her beautiful sleeping face until he fell asleep himself. It wasn't until the dragons had decided to mate again in the night that he woke. Sephim hadn't awoken but was making sounds and moving a little bit as she slept and he felt himself get more turned on watching her than feeling what Qetesh was feeling. He was almost annoyed at how hard his cock was until Qetesh's feelings got stronger and stronger as Sephim's dragon pleasured her eagerly.

Azaesel had been surprised the male dragon would be able to mate with Qetesh when he had only just reached adulthood. Most his age were too fearful to approach the intense three-headed female, but he guessed the male's bravery was not his own, but Sephim's. He also didn't fail to notice that the male was able to get Qetesh to orgasm each time, which wasn't usually the case with the majority of young male dragons when they mated. Usually the female would be unsatisfied and go find other older males to mate with until she was. It was one of the first times that he himself felt so much from his dragon. His other dragons had mated before and he was never affected like this. Even when his male and female dragons mated, it wasn't as intense as feeling it from Qetesh. It was Qetesh that searched out the male after she was so thrilled to be satisfied by him the first time and Azaesel guessed she would protect him from other females and resist other male's approaches even after this mating season. He wondered how much Sephim had influenced her dragon. He could tell she was intimately feeling what he felt so much that her consciousness seemed affected. He had only seen Astraeus' eyes go white like that when his female and male dragons were mating each other.

*

Sephira had her guards bring her her evening meal. Azaesel had been staring at a map all day and she found it very interesting how incomplete their map of the North was. Duvendis Territory was much larger on their map and though orc Territory was fairly accurate, Undine and Naiad Territory as practically unmarked. He had been focused on trying to avoid the areas where he thought there might be patrolled by dark elves or naiads. Sephira knew there would be no Duvendis that far North unless they were on a mission to Earth Kingdom Territory.

She was sitting quietly, eating when she started feeling sick. Her stomach and throat were suddenly twisted in pain and she saw her own blood drip from her nose. She had been poisoned, she realized quickly, looking up in panic. She didn't hear Gerit's question, but she saw him slip from the tent screaming for help. Sephira jumped into action despite feeling like her life was melting from her body leaving only a corpse's legs and arms in its place for her to use. She ripped her dagger from her sheath and with tears and blood in her eyes, she stabbed it into the turned orc's chest. He fell to the ground beneath her and she spoke the Elvish spell urgently to take his life as her own. The handle of her dragon-glass dagger was hot and burned in the palm of her cold shaking hands. As his life slipped from his saddened yellow eyes, she felt the pain subside inside her. She was sobbing when they found her and the sight of her dark red blood dripping from her nose, eyes, mouth, and ears was enough to make Azaesel's heart stab in his chest and his hand cover his mouth. He was the first to find her after her guard had gone for help. Guards and Generals followed Azaesel and Gerit in.

"No! Sephim." Azaesel breathed with tears in his eyes as he feared for her life. He knelt next to her with his hands shaking as he tried to figure out what he could do to spare her life. When she looked up at him, he felt hope in his pained heart at the life still in her eyes. Suddenly, her face went from broken and weak to angry and Azaesel's did too as she looked to the others who came in the tent. She couldn't stand up right away, but summoned her strength and Azaesel steadied her as he called Qetesh.

"Someone poisoned me." She whispered what they all knew was true. Her eyes looked over all of them and she saw the fear on their faces as they backed out of the way. Qetesh landed and Sephira's dragon was with her. It was Qetesh whose middle head sniffed her while she stepped out of the tent with Azaesel by her side. Qetesh's other two heads each had their mouths opened as they searched for the source of the poison in the surrounding crowd. Qetesh's red eyes were far away as the large three-headed dragon stalked through the camp. Helios and the other two Grey Council members were all hooded with their faces hidden as they looked on as Qetesh started to try to locate Sephim's attempted assassin.

Sephira felt the blood still dripping down her throat and it made her gag before vomiting the contents of her stomach which consisted of mostly dark blood into the grass. Azaesel could feel her body still shaking and her skin was cold and slick. Her usual golden complexion was a pale white and paler still against the dark red blood that still dripped in streams from the corners of her eyes and nose while also coating her pale lips. Azaesel was so angry and upset that he was sure all his dragons were feeling his rage. Sephira's dragon's blue eyes were wide with confusion and her other dragons had come closer to see what happened to their beloved rider.

Qetesh was growling from all three heads as she spun and the first one she approached was Gerit who had his hands raised in surrender.

"It wasn't him." Sephira choked out against the pain in her throat. Azaesel and Qetesh snarled simultaneously, but one of Sephira's dragons was near Gerit's side and though the man was shaking, he bravely stood his ground. "It wasn't him." Sephira said stubbornly, making Qetesh turn back to the rest of the camp after she searched his mind despite the blind rage that was surging through her from her master. Many of the soldiers had fled to their tents or grouped together away from the center of the camp. Qetesh rushed to one of the servants' communal tents where many of the nursemaids and other servants slept. The angry dragon ripped the tent from the ground and shredded it, causing most within the scream and collapse in fear. Qetesh's heads were roaring before she grabbed one of the older nurses in her claws and with two of her heads she pulled an arm and a leg off while the woman screamed in agony. The center head flayed her while she still screamed and Qetesh dropped her onto the grass to suffer until she was close to death. Then, she devoured the rest of her still burning body. When her screams had ceased, the camp was practically silent with only the crackling of the beds that had caught fire in the chaos.

            Sephira had passed out while Azaesel had all those who possibly could've been involved in Sephim's attempted poisoning gather. He had his torturers summoned to question the entire staff and anyone involved in handling the food. He regret not questioning the nurse further, though Qetesh had seen in her mind that she had been the one to put the poison in Sephim's food. His fury had been momentarily quenched by her violent death, but he guessed that she hadn't worked alone. 

*

She woke in Azaesel's bed and Azaesel touched a soft damp cloth to her lips to wipe away the blood.

"Are you alright?" he practically whispered. She couldn't answer. She felt like she killed Craven to spare her own life and she felt both guilty and fearful. Someone wanted her dead and she knew it wasn't the nurse that had been killed.

"A Lieutenant admitted to wanting you dead... Qetesh burned him alive. I'm surprised his screams didn't wake you." Azaesel told her stonily, but with soft eyes that looked at her with sympathy. She still didn't say anything and her throat and esophagus hurt badly to swallow. She still had the taste of her own blood in her mouth and her ears felt like they were trying to hear under water. Her nose was clogged with blood and it made her eyes water as she tried to breathe. "I'm afraid if you didn't have orc blood, you would likely be dead." He murmured. "You must not have eaten enough..." He had cleaned the blood from her face as she felt her dragons surrounding the tent. She hoped no one tried to poison them. "You need to sleep. I won't leave your side. Your guards are standing with mine outside the tent." She looked into his yellow eyes before she let herself close her eyes and drift to sleep.

*

It had been a few days since her assassination attempt and even though she felt physically back to normal, she was still on edge. She had been reluctant to eat her food even though Azaesel had a servant taste all her food and drink. She convinced Azaesel that she was better and that leaving for the Morian Mountains would be better for her than staying in Gundam. He agreed and she dismissed both her personal guards who were both very disappointed to not accompany her and Azaesel with their dragons.

"I'm sorry about what happened." Gerit told her, removing his mask for her to see the sincerity in his expression.

"It's not the first attempt on my life." Sephira told him with a hardened voice. She almost told him it wasn't his fault, but part of her thought maybe a better personal guard would've noticed who prepared her food. She would be dead if Craven and Rauka were still her personal guard and Azaesel would've killed them for her death. She had narrowly avoided failing the entire mission and she guessed if it weren't for the Grigori dragons' wards, Caius and Sorin would be racing to try to save her despite Sorin's serious injuries.

Gerit and her other personal guard bowed deeply before Sephira mounted her blue-eyed gold male dragon. She had her tent packed on Craven's dragon and she had convinced Azaesel he didn't need any servants and should just bring a smaller tent to sleep in. He seemed disappointed when she had packed her own tent, but he was glad that she had dismissed her personal guard. Hyperion was the only Grey Council member that seemed sad to see her leave the camp. He told her to be careful on her journey and not to let Azaesel always get his way. She found herself laughing at his concern, but she found it endearing and she had to hide the guilt she had about her mission to kill them all.

*

She looked back at the large encampment that had started moving into the city of Gundam. She worried Craven would return to Gundam with the Red Army to find that she wasn't there and instead of only one Grey Council member, there would be three. She found her dragon to be slow as they glided along, and her other dragons followed devotedly as Qetesh and Azaesel both had their eyes on her and her dragon. She hoped her mission to kill Azaesel would be a success and wanted to reach out to Sorin to make sure he was okay and give him her location, but she flew surrounded by heavy wards that prevented her from sending a message unless it was a distress call which likely would alert Qetesh before reaching Sorin or Caius. She was alone against Azaesel and unless she was able to reach Caius, her dragons would be outnumbered.

Azaesel looked back to her from Qetesh's saddle with a delighted smile on his handsome face and the orange and pink sunrise played across his bright expression while lending a beautiful aura to the impressive man on his impressive dragon. Sephira found herself smiling back as her dragon flew faster to catch up to his mate.