Chapter 346
Chapter 346
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 346
Chapter Title: Chapter 8-1. Country of the Dragonkin, Railysa.
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"Wait... hold on."
"No."
Judah tried to speak urgently, but Arhil shook her head as if she didn't want to hear it and lifted her hips. With a wet *schlop*, her sticky, soft flesh clamped down tightly on his penis, trying to hold it, only to release it sliding away. At the same time, he felt thousands of tiny protrusions brushing along the shaft.
"Hnng!"
Judah felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine, but Arhil was no different. A sweet moan escaped her lips, and she panted in her awkward seated position.
*Plung!*
"Ahhng!"
Her pretty, moon-shaped buttocks slammed down like a pestle. The penis, barely caught at the entrance, plunged root-deep through her inner walls in one thrust, knocking against the door to her hidden womb. Their compatibility was truly perfect.
A wave of pleasure coursed through his body, making every hair stand on end. Arhil let out a sharp cry, as if her breath had caught in her throat.
But focusing solely on the pleasure like she was proved difficult with those golden eyes peeking through the door crack nagging at him.
Serion.
She wasn't the only one with golden eyes, but the diamond-shaped pupils and the red hair glinting in the corridor light confirmed it.
*Oh no. This is trouble.*
He had no hobby of performing for an audience. And Serion had a tendency to obsess over him. Knowing that full well, he worried she might do something drastic—harbor extreme thoughts or even act on them.
Yet, on the other hand, he was certain she wouldn't harm him. Considering her fear of being hated, she wouldn't rashly touch Arhil either.
*How did I not notice?*
He hadn't even realized the door was open or that Serion was watching. It meant he'd been completely focused on Arhil, and he'd let his guard down, assuming the place was safe.
"Haah! Ah!"
Arhil's unbridled moans, the lewd *squish-squish* from their joining, and the sight of her beautiful, seductive form diligently bouncing her hips in a frog-like pose as she chased pleasure—he turned to look.
"Yuu... dah! Ah, hnng! Nng!"
Her loving gaze looked down as she called his name amid the moans spilling out, filling not just the room but echoing down the hall too.
Lime would hear it. Iris would too. And Serion, peeking and eavesdropping, went without saying. If anyone passed by in the corridor, they'd blush at Arhil's cries.
*Whatever happens, happens.*
They'd come this far; he couldn't tell Arhil that Serion was watching or that the door was open and their voices were carrying. Judah gave a wry smile and thrust his hips upward.
*Paang!*
Her descending buttocks collided with his thighs. He felt the tip of his glans hit something firmly and push up.
"Ah... hng!?"
Arhil's legs gave out, and she dropped onto her butt, pausing her movements as if collapsing. Judah grabbed her hand to keep her from falling backward and urged her on.
"What are you doing? If you don't move, I'll start moving."
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It was indeed Serion peeking through the door crack at Judah and Arhil making love.
She had been in her room, changing with a maid's help and trying to rest. But rest it was not—without Judah nearby, it felt more like torture. At least, that's how she saw it.
Unable to see him, she grew anxious and paced restlessly. The anxiety turned to irritation, and the maid standing silently by the wall grated on her. To calm herself, she dismissed the maid and sat alone on the bed, taking deep breaths in and out.
*If I endure well, Lord Judah will reward me.*
And if it got truly unbearable, she could just go to his room. The thought eased her anxious, irritated mind a bit.
*Should I ask him to pet my head? Or hold my hand?*
His head pats felt so good. They soothed her. She wanted more. Serion passed the time anticipating such rewards. Her anxiety grew with each passing moment, but she endured bit by bit. Then, she sensed footsteps approaching Judah's door from beyond her closed one.
"Who's there?"
Should she check? Or stay put?
They must have business with Lord Judah to go to his door.
Serion hesitated, but her body moved on its own, standing and pressing her ear to the door.
-Come in. What is it?
-Sorry. Am I interrupting?
The voice sounded like Arhil's. They seemed to enter for a talk, as the conversation cut off quickly, followed by the faint sound of the door closing.
*What?*
Arhil entering Lord Judah's room. At this late hour, for what reason? Curiosity mixed with jealousy stirred in Serion.
*I want to be by Lord Judah's side too.*
How dare a mere human priestess steal her place. Distance-wise, it was barely five meters from her spot to his room.
Just two walls and a corridor separated them, yet the mere fact she couldn't see him filled her with anxiety, fear, and irritation. She wanted to rush to his side right now. Only seeing him with her own eyes would calm her.
Yet Arhil, taunting her patience like this, had gone into his room.
Serion's golden eyes sharpened. She wanted to tear her apart. A glimpse of her old, ruthless queenly demeanor flashed. But the killing intent faded quickly.
*But that would make Lord Judah sad. He'd hate me. Despise me, even.*
Serion groaned inwardly. Her heart ached. Painful. Even if it killed her, she didn't want his hatred, loathing, or resentment. She resigned herself.
*Fine. Whatever Lord Judah does with whom, why does it matter? What matters is that I can be by his side.*
Serion slumped her shoulders with a sigh. A fairy tale from her childhood came to mind.
The tragic love of an elf princess who loved a dragon. The princess volunteered as the dragon's guardian out of love, but could only watch. The dragon showed no interest, merely ruling its domain indifferently or neglecting it—that dull tale.
She was no different. Serion harbored feelings for Judah. It wasn't mere gratitude for saving her from an eternal curse angels and demons couldn't touch.
To her, he was a god descended in human form to save her—a debt to repay, and an object of longing. Being near him brought peace. She wanted to know everything about him.
She wondered what Arhil and Judah were discussing so late.
*What should I do?*
It nagged at her. Terribly. Her mind raced in confusion as she paced the room restlessly, then resolved herself. She knew she shouldn't, but couldn't quell the turmoil.
*He said if I can't bear it at night, I can come find him.*
It should be fine. Serion exhaled softly, carefully opened her door, and stepped into the corridor.
*Wooong!*
She cast a spell. Moments ago in her room, she'd been too anxious to focus properly, but now, one step closer to Judah, immense concentration let her subtly block access to the corridor, silence sounds, and layer illusions.
No one would come this way or see her eavesdropping.
Standing before Judah's closed door, she focused on the quiet voices inside.
-Can I like Judah? Can I love him?
Serion's heart dropped. Arhil had confessed her love. She strained to listen.
-I'm afraid Serion might beat me to it.
-Then I'll love you as much as I love Lady Tiara?
-I'm happy.
Serion collapsed to her knees. Her heart throbbed painfully. Her chest tightened. Agony. Tears streamed down her face. Resentment toward Arhil surged. Her gaze turned chilling, but for Judah's sake, she suppressed it and tried to retreat.
If not for the sounds from the room.
A small moan and sucking noise. Serion quietly, stealthily cracked the door and peeked.
"Uuu..."
All her complicated thoughts vanished from her mind. Not from losing reason—from shock at the unexpected scene.
Seeing Judah naked on the bed flushed her face, and Arhil kneeling between his legs, mouth around his long, thick member left her stunned.
Serion wasn't some innocent virgin regarding sex. She knew plenty intellectually and had witnessed much in various places. Those had never fazed her, but now, she couldn't tear her eyes from Arhil licking and sucking Judah's.
She stared blankly for a long time. No thoughts came. They seemed oblivious to her, lost in each other.
Fearing even her swallow would alert them, she couldn't gulp the saliva pooling in her mouth.
Arhil had confessed, and Judah accepted. Having confirmed it, she should've returned to her room pretending ignorance, but even now, she couldn't understand why she'd opened the door.
She watched for ages—from Arhil using her ample breasts to make him climax, swallowing it lovingly with a blissful expression, to her pushing him down and mounting him.
Serion watched, face flushed. Unbeknownst to her, her breathing grew ragged, heart pounding.
Her heartbeat seemed louder than her swallows. And then, her eyes met Judah's.
*...!*
He looked startled and tried to say something to Arhil, but she ignored him.
Even knowing she watched, they continued.
"Haang, ah, ahng, huaa, ah!"
As his prominent erection thrust in and out with Arhil lying on the bed almost boastfully, she cried out in ecstasy. Serion swallowed hard. The act intensified rapidly.
Judah, who had been passively receiving, began moving earnestly. Arhil looked enraptured, as if melting, her face one of bliss.
Tireless, they ravished each other fiercely. Serion couldn't look away. She envied Arhil.
*I could... serve Lord Judah too.*