Day 18

After nearly destroying the food hall, Dashi showed them a room where they could only use it every year for how long they used said Room. The Room of Spirit and Time.

The Room of Spirit and Time is a magical room with its own time field and offers a unique training experience. According to the notes. The Dark Master was going to use Warfang as his training grounds for his elite force. There is no night or day in the Room, but the surroundings remain a constant bright iridescent white aurora. The Room's boundaries are thought to stretch to infinity in all directions, even though it appears to have a definite atmosphere.

When entered, you are locked in four days with a time dilation of 365.24 faster than outside at the start. The environment changes, and the temperature in the training area fluctuates rapidly, ranging between a freezing -40 °F (-40 °C) and a scorching 122 °F (50 °C). And the gravitation pressure constantly changes. The abnormal and inconsistent air pressure makes it very difficult to breathe also.

There are limits to this Room, though. The Room can only be used once a year by any given person, meaning a person can only enter the Room once in their lifetime, assuming they stay for the entire four years. Or you're a dragon who have longer life spans than humans. You also don't earn exp towards level, and skill progression is considerably slowed, almost at a halt.

Rumi made the mistake of going in there with Dracul alone.

What happens with two teenagers of the opposite sex, Mindlink Mates, who also have a form of Chained Heat. Who also have a massive amount of sexual tension.

Rumi is part Onyx/War dragon who picks their mates on the concept where a woman can or will fall in love only with a man who can conquer her.

And she just brought in a guy who can do that. Who is also a part sex demon and in a year. Whom she and Dracul both pheromones, and they work exponentially well on each other.

Also, Rumi made the mistake of evolving into a Black Sith dragon before entering.

Day 1

Dracul was in awe as he stared into the endless white void.

"It's disorienting just looking at it," Dracul stated before taking a step off of the center platform.

"Cant' believe that the stupid dark master let's this go without a..."

Rumi's words trailed off as Dracul stepped on the floor. The second his paw made contact with the floor, he was brought right down to his knees.

"What...is...this?" He wondered as his voice echoed throughout the void.

Dracul suddenly felt a rush of intense sweltering heat followed by frigid bone-chilling cold.

"Everything feels heavy...Hot...Cold...I can't breathe...I..."

"Are you ready to quit?" Rumi asked him.

"I do. but I have no choice in the matter."

"Good now, remember we don't need to drink or eat in this place," Rumi said, remembering the dragonfly words about the entire function of this Room.

"Can I rest a bit first?"

"No!. I said I wouldn't go easy on you. Now raise your mana."

"How exactly do I raise my mana?"

"It's sort of like flexing a muscle. A visual might help. Close your eyes, focus on your mana, and imagine it rising like a geyser or a moon."

"Sure..." Dracul replied as he closed his eyes. An aura slowly began to form around Dracul as his power level started to rise.

"Amazing..." Rumi thought as she felt her husband's power rise. While most creatures don't have access to mana. They can still manipulate it in their bodies to boost their physical powers. It took ten years for Rumi to do what it took Draucl 10 seconds to do.

Dracul's aura fully fluctuated around her be suddenly stopping.

"That's as far as I can go."

"Adequate."

"So harsh."

That made the dragoness smile.

"Slowly. One foot at a time."

Rumi smiled sadistically.

"Now I want you to jump," Rumi stated as she easily stepped onto the room floor.

Dracul stared at newly form Rumi. She is now 13 feet with dark patches on various portions of her body. She now has red sclerae, white irises, black pupils, two bright Demon/Angel Orbs about five centimeters in diameter embedded into paws. Gold lines all over her body which resembled tattoos.

Pretty badass if you ask him.

"Jump...I can barely stand." He'd complained. "Also, you are really... stylish."

Rumi blushed. "Wha..."

"Of course she is." Dashi quipped from their mind-link. "She is a daughter of a War dragon. They are like Amazons only in dragon form."

"Really?" Dracul questioned and leered over Rumi's body. "Well... she does have the style to match."

"This has nothing to do with style!! Now Jump!" The dragoness ordered her husband.

"But..."

"Jump."

Dracul flexed his leg muscles as much as he could before managing to jump half an off the ground.

"Good. Again."

"Arrg!" Dracul exclaimed as he jumped another half an inch off the ground.

"Again."

For each time Dracul jumped a half an inch off the ground, Rumi would simply say "Again."

Then "Fly your wings."

One Day Later...

"Uuugh... have mercy," Dracul stated and begged after jumping and flapping his wings countless.

"Again," Rumi stated. Merciless.

"Rums..."

"Again!"

With great effort, Dracul did as he was ordered, flexed her already tired muscles as hard as he could before jumping a whole foot off the ground.

"Stop."

Whatever adrenaline kept him up completely went away upon hearing Rumi said to stop as he collapsed to the ground.

"I guess we can rest for today-"

Rumi was suddenly pulled down next to Dracul by his tail and nuzzled next to her.

She blushed and grudgingly didn't fight it.

Nor will she admit that she kinda likes it.

Day 3

The room changes from a white void to a massive thick jungle.

Dracul still felt the soreness of his muscles from yesterday and wanted to go to sleep, but a smell as amazing as roses flooded his nostrils. Dracul kept smelling to pinpoint where the heavenly aroma was originating from. Finally, he kept smelling and figured out the smell was coming from Rumi.

"Well, don't you smell nice."

Dracul had never smelled this smell before, but it stirred a fire in his loins, and he had to fight back something he had felt before.

In his old body.

"Oh helllllllll no!" Dracul whispered to himself, "I-is this feeling? Lust? He felt as blood rushed all the way to his member, making him extremely hard, and Darcul blushed dark red. He tried to figure out where on Rumi the wonderful smell was coming from and pinpointed the scent between Rumi's hind legs. Dracul blushed even a darker shade of red as Rumi's hind legs spread for some reason. Dracul felt more blood rushing to his member as he looked at Rumi's exposed slit and saw a mostly clear liquid oozing from her aroused pussy. Dracul blushed more as he realized the smell was coming from Rumi's slit, and he assumed the smell was coming from the mostly clear liquid. Dracul's entire body was red at this point, and he whispered, "I-Is she having a wet dream?!" Dracul asked even and kept fighting what his body told him to do. He used every ounce of his willpower to bring himself under control again, but the loss of control was imminent.

Never in his old life did he feel this urge with someone. Not with Gwen, not with Fei, not even with AJ. But for some reason, he felt a yearning for Rumi. It felt so animalistic and feral.

Dracul thought of ways not to do what his body was telling him to do, and he came up with a compromise that brought his body back under his full control. He was sooooooo going to die if she woke up.

Dracul muttered, "I am so sorry, Rumi. If I don't do this, I will mate you right here and now without permission cause this feeling is overwhelming. And I refuse to do that without permission. Because first and foremost, that is fucking wrong. Secondly, we only just met... I like you too much for that and refuse to abuse your trust in me. Thirdly, I would be an evil bastard that deserves to die if I did that. Fourthly, it'd be pretty shitty of me if I did that. And lastly, some fucking reason I think you want that?"

What the hell.

What Dracul didn't realize is that Rumi was close to waking. He lowered his head gently and sniffed at Rumi's slit. More of the liquid slowly oozed from her slit. Dracul took a deep breath.

"I hope Arthur and Kuzco never learn of this."

He quickly and gently licked up all the liquid that was oozing from Rumi's slit. The black dragoness moaned loudly in her 'sleeping' state.

This is where Dracul awoke his demon blood. He was lost to the world now.

"Oh, my Shenron..." Rumi said in a light moan as her Marito began to massage her pussy, as Dracul's tongue began to meet with her cervix.

"Dracul! Slow...down," Rumi said as Dracul began to increase the tempo of his touch. A mostly clear liquid with hints of white exploded from Rumi's slit. Dracul being part lust demon, drank it up like water.

Huffing and puffing. Rumi 'glared' at Dracul

"Dracul, I'm so going mmph."

Rumi's words dissolved as Dracul attacked her slit again, forcing it open and sliding his tongue into the opening. He licked her walls until he reached her cervix again. This he attempts to go through.

"Ah!" Rumi gasped at the sudden spike of pleasure that coursed throughout her body.

The feeling in the pit of her stomach grew too much for her to handle as she exploded with her orgasm as her walls tightened around Dracul's tongue, which made him smile and pushed through. Rumi let out a lusty scream as she could feel his warm hot tongue enter her womb. Rumi was amazed at the feeling that she only knew about in books. She wondered whether this feeling she was experiencing now was love, but she would never forget her first time.

The orgasm left Rumi breathless as she took quick breaths to try and calm herself down. However, Dracul was not done as he started to move again, surprising Dracul as the feeling of pleasure renewed again. It was amazing a third time as he was quicker and rougher with her than he was before as her body moved on its own as eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Dracul pulled his back right on the tip of her next orgasm.

"Why did... Oh my …” She whispered quietly to herself. His cock, and oh god, what a cock it was! It wasn’t anything like other dragons back in the academy, who had a perfectly normal-sized mind you! No, his was… it was a beast! It would rip her in half!

Holy shit, it was huge. It wasn’t just long either; it was curved upright and looked like it would hit all of her good spots… and it was thick.

"Knock," Dracul huskily groaned out. "Me... out... N-N-Now!"

Acting quickly, Rumi quickly got up and wrapped her tail around his neck, and squeezed hard.

As her Martio was out cold. He might not remember what he did. Rumi decided to keep that to herself, knowing she would get revenge when they got to the castle when they were alone in their room.

Rumi acted embarrassed as she slowly stood up, her wet and hot slit wanting Dracul's cock inside her. Rumi took a deep breath to calm herself and acted more embarrassed as she looked down. She saw all the cum that had come from her slit. Dracul acted natural, but blood still rushed to his throbbing cock, which was incredible fully erect now. What he didn't know was that his throbbing cock was giving off a scent, much like Rumi's slit was, but only She or his lovers could smell it. Rumi had to use all of her willpower to not jump at him, pin him, and force his throbbing shaft deep inside her. Then beat him half to death for touching her.

Rumi breathed in and out and muttered tranquility, "Just you wait Dracul, my husband, my Martio. Just you wait. I will pay you back when you least expect it."

As to challenge that request. Dracul body released lust pheromones.

Rumi’s legs suddenly got weak and trembly, a sensation in her core suddenly surged up as she faced something she had to get away from him, but couldn't because of the chains!

She knew this was a challenge—a provocation.

"You dare challenge me?!" Rumi said with a devious smirk on her face.

She could easily kill the fucker right now. But something in her gut told her to make her lover suffer.

Rumi growled at her out-of-control thoughts and smacked her forehead to force them out again.

"Why am I thinking about that crap," Rumi thought, frustrated.

How does this stupid, moronic, playful perverted bastard make her feel this way!

They are not real husband and wife. They are just partners with her in charge.

Stupid hormones! So what, he's a guy? So what if he is sexy as fuck?

Her treacherous made so angry, her aura practically glowed in rage.

"Rums?"

The dragoness, caught off-guard, gasped and spun around to face non-other than the moron that made her cum so many times! Standing there with a dumb grin on his face, looking mighty fine.

Rumi shook her head. Not again! Listen to yourself, Rumi. This. Is. Dracul! The king of all nitwits perverts! The master of reckless! The top dope of all kings! The cutie with the buf-"

"Fuck!"

"Are you alright?" Dracul asked, concerned seeing her shaking her repeatedly.

All the answer he got was a growl.

Thirty Minutes Later...

"HOLY SHIT!" A scream was heard along with the heavy thud! A paw fist meeting flesh. The punch carried through equal parts fury and resentment as it crushed the bare flesh.

Rumi was not a happy dragon.

Smack!

His tail knocked over Rumi.

"Hah! I got ya!" Dracul said, smiling ear to ear as Rumi rolled her eyes.

"Quiet, your fool! And watch your footing!" She hissed, tailing out and slamming her tail to his kneecap. Dracul screamed, winced but did not fall. His legs buckled but held he kept his balance and form. He gritted his teeth and punched with his right paw striking her dead in her nose. Rumi's head snapped back her back, forcing itself back at an awkward angle.

"Hah! Got ya again!" Dracul said, smiling wildly at finally getting a solid hit on this dragoness.

"Don't brag!" Rumi attacked like a viper; two lightning-fast claws struck his chest, making him gag. His scales cracked as twin paws stuck him one after the other. Rumi linked her claws before yanking up with them.

Smacking Dracul in the bottom of his jaw, he yelped. She lifted him in the air in a double uppercut.

"Never let go of an advantage! If you can hit them fucking do it!" The black sith dragoness sneered a claw snaking out, grabbing Dracul by his horns, pulling his face down, impacting it to the hard forest floor.

Dracul ignored the pain he was in and let out a crocodile warning growl.

"Don't. Get. Cocky," He warned in a feral tone. There was a strange look of anger, frustration, and lust in Rumi's eyes that probably mirrored his own.

"And what are you going to do about it, Martio." she taunted, meeting his gaze.

Dracul released more crocodile noises.

"Well?" She right up to him and shoved Dracul backward. He growled as his back slammed into a huge tree. "Ohh, the big scary weak-ass fucker thinks he is top shit! ?" What are you going do about it" Another push. "Well, do something, you weakling!" Just as she was going to push him violently again, Dracul grabbed her arms and pinned her to the spot.

However, Rumi seemed perfectly unaffected by the actions of the dino-dragon hybrid. Instead, she deliberately pushed him further, narrowing her eyes and her tone demanding. “You will never make me submit."

Just as the words left her lips, the dino-dragon hybrid leaned in and dug his fang into the skin of her shoulder with a growl, making her wince and moan till it got muffled when Dracul’s mouth found hers. The smell of him immediately intoxicated her as she inhaled all of his pheromones, taking in the musky, masculine scent that leaked from his body.

He was using a special type of poison on her.

She screamed and started to thrash. "STOP!" she demanded. "GET OFF, DUMBASS!"

Not letting up, he bit as hard as he possibly could. Rumi's eyes bugged, and she tossed her head left and right. "Say Mercy!" Dracul said.

"Never!"

"Say it!"

"Never!!"

Both face each other and start using their attributes.

"Poison Flamethrower!" Dracul bellows hot, dark, and dangerous.

"Greater Flamethrower," Rumi growled out.

KABOOOOOOOOM!

The explosion of flame lit the place on fire.

Thanks to their high magical resistance or more like blind anger mix with lust, the two just went at each other again.

Back on Warfang. Before they went into the Room. Rumi and Dracul ordered everyone to pair up and fight each for four days straight.

"The horde is invading the from the southwest!"

Right now, it's day 2 when the leaders of Warfang went into the Room and Spirit of Time.

An later when hordes of skeletons, pig orks, and insect beasts besiege the unnamed capital.

"Control," Dashi said in the Hi-Tech castle communications room. "How many of the horde is here. And get tech support to fix that damn bug in the Room of Spirit and Time!"

Blood was flying everywhere. The sky, red with the fire from explosions. In some places, the piles of corpses reached three or more stories high.

The Room of Spirit and Time has enemies called MOB's you can fight. Not for exp but how to use your skills faster.

But for some reason. Dashi blames it on Dracul's bad luck. But, unfortunately, the MOB's are also on the surface and attacking everyone in the city.

MOB's are also called Enemy Activity Level. Enemy Activity Level refers to the number of enemies deployed in the Room. Activity Level is calculated as (Enemy Units - 4)/3 and described as "light," "heavy," etc.; these categories correspond to the table below and per person.

Activity Level Number of Enemy Units Activity Level Extremely Light 30-99 Swarming+ Very Light 101-112 Swarming++ Light 131-215 Swarming+++ Light-Moderate 416-518 Swarming++++ Moderate 619-721 Swarming+++++ Moderate-Heavy 822-924 Swarming++++++ Heavy 1,125 Swarming+++++++ Very Heavy 2,830 Swarming++++++++ Swarming 5,133 Absurd

Due to a glitch, the Room is stuck on Swarming mode. 98 x 5,133 = 503,034 per enemy type.

So far, Everyone is facing 2,013,136 enemies.

"We barely understand half of this shit, you stupid bug!" Control a Mojo Tribal Hobgoblin said in a distinctive monotone, computerized voice. He is the spymaster and has the ability to receive transmissions and send from anywhere. The boom he got was the sound attribute.

"Shut up! Are you finished with that stupid threat assessment yet?" Dashi shouted.

"Hmmm, let's see. Well, let's see, oh yeah, IT'S A FUCKING SHIT STORM!! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT?!" came the screaming reply.

"We just have to wait until the boss and his lady come out," Perceptor said, stopping the argument. Perceptor is a dedicated astronomer and physicist, one of the most brilliant scientists for a Hobgoblin. He is not interested in the mystical or supernatural or combat what's so ever. The boom he got was metal.

"Crash here! No more enemies!" a voice drifted in. The three glanced desperately at the scanners, frowning.

"Stinger and Ultra Max's group is struggling with some of the enemies near the Damn. We'll send air support to get you there!" Perceptor

"Fuck that," the voice replied, grunting once before the transmission cut off.

More enemy signatures disappeared from the scanners.

The streets of the capital city were littered with mountains of corpses of the Orks, smashed skeletons, and insect beasts that were so dense that reinforcements had to march through the dead bodies just to travel, and left and right, you would just see blood, meat, and bones just scattered all over the remaining buildings of the city.

"And the worse part is that we are getting no exp for this crap. Since they are from Room the Room of Spirit and Time." Dashi thought as the second day came to a close.

"The horde has been defeated," Control said, ready to pass on the spot. "I'm passing out now."

Happy with that, Dashi presses a button.

"Alright, everyone, get back here to fix your weapons... Also, will someone tell the Dragon's Dogma that they cannot fight with the Dino Commandos!"

"I hope the boss and his lady will come out already," Preceptor said, looking at hands. "My hands will fall off from overuse."

Three Years Later... The Room of Spirit and Time

"I hate your smile."

"Huh?" He was confused at the statement his partner made. "Why? Do I look bad?"

"It's too bright," she explained. "It looks like you don't have a worry in the world. It makes anyone who sees it can't help but smile on their own."

"Why would you hate something like that?"

"You're too naïve." It wasn't the first time she said that to him, and if he knew her well, this wouldn't be the last time either. "You place your trust in people too easily, and you think they'll all be Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes like you. You disgust me."

"Cher, Cher," Dracul waved his paws, trying to calm that side of hers down. "If I was that revolting, why do you still hang out with me?"

Rumi, the Black Sith Dragoness, looked at him straight in the eye and repeated a phrase she'd told him often. "You're the only person I like."

Every time he heard that, he'd give a cheeky sunny smile. "See? I'm not that bad."

"Dumbass."

"Bitch." Dracul hit back with a loving note, and she gave him that stink eye. "You looking to fight? I'm leading, you know?"

Six months later...

"You didn't have to beat me half to death!"

"I could have killed you," Rumi said bluntly, not caring for his complaints. He was already mostly healed. Dracul's face had recovered; their spars had permanently scarred his body.

The corpses of MOB's always surrounds them.

"Can we go to bed now?" Dracul said, pissed off that he lost to her again.

"Fine. Move over and no cuddling! I hate that shit."

"But I can't help it! You are soft! As a guy, I love soft things!" Rumi blushed. She! Blushed like a fuckin maiden in a shitty romantic flick.

"Shut up!" Rumi hissed, "I told you, Martio, I hate that shit!"

They stare at each other.

"Dra" She was cut when he overpowered her to the ground.

Day 785...

"Man Runi is still giving me the silent treatment," Dracul thought sadly. She was far as the chains would let her.

"So..." Rumi suddenly spoke up. "I've been thinking about possibly forgiving you."

"Really!?" Dracul happily exclaimed.

"But don't think you're off the hook just yet. I'm still mad about what you did. But...I understand why you did it. So I've decided your punishment will be giving me a feet massage every night before bedtime."

"But..."

"Eh eh, no buts, and you will continue to give me foot massages every night until I say so."

"Sweeet!" Dracul replied as he wags his tail.

Truth be told, he was just happy to hear her voice again.

Day 1,045

"How far...do you think...we are?" Rumi wondered as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Beats me," Dracul replied, his breathing while slightly off was relatively okay. "But if I had to...guess...I'd say about a hundred thousand kilometers."

"I'm surprised...we...can...still see...the...door."

"Yeah, no matter how...far...You trek in this place you'll never lose...sight...of it. So alright, I think we should head...back...now."

"I...agree," Rumi replied before passing out.

"Not...again..." Dracul sighed before picking Rumi up on his back and walking back towards the center.

Day 1,095

"Even though I don't get hunger pain. Not eating for four eyes was a pain in the OUCH! Hey, that hurts!"

"Stay still!" Rumi hissed as she finished stitching up Dracul's side.

"Sorry! It hurts!"

"I don't care!" Rumi ridiculed him as she finished her patchwork stitch job. Dracul's side would have a nasty scar, but when his whole lower body looked like it had been scraped with knives, who was she to care? She did most of the scars herself, and she was damned proud of them too.

"Now get up. We have to get some lunch," Rumi said, looking away as Dracul's broad back that she had personally trained in her own steel claws made her flush.

I'm not fucking him until our evolution! I swear he better try not to get a harem.