The Dragon's Claim
As I step through the door, a wide lawn comes into view, and a neatly tended garden welcomes me. Following the stone path, the click of my heels echoes as I enter the mansion. The moment I cross the threshold of the wide-open front door, I feel as though I've passed through some thin, membrane-like barrier. While I hesitate, he pulls me into his arms—someone I haven't seen in a very long time.
"Welcome to my home."
"It's been a long time. Mmm."
He kisses me at once while holding me close, and I part my lips to meet him. His tongue invades my mouth immediately, toying with mine. Soon it presses magic into the imprint engraved on my tongue, as if confirming its presence, gently rubbing over it. The mark reacts to his power, heating up and heightening my sensitivity. My body prepares itself as though greeting its master, and I begin to understand the imprint's effect. Only after my excited pussy grows slick does he stop feeding it magic. He breaks the kiss, meets my eyes, and speaks.
"I had matters to settle, so it took longer than expected."
"Settle? Hngh."
"I've trimmed down my sex partners. I've decided to stop seeing those who were merely for relieving lust. The only ones left now are the two carrying my children, the one who seems likely to conceive soon, and you, Elisha."
"Hng, you said you wanted to avoid deep attachments...."
Even through his trousers, the sheer presence of his cock presses insistently against my pussy, stoking anticipation.
"Meeting you changed my mind. At the very least, I've decided to protect the females who will bear my children and raise families."
"I, actually...."
"I already know. I learned everything while investigating you."
"And you still want me?"
"You're already a female who's agreed to bear my child. Forming a family simply satisfies the remaining condition."
He grips my buttocks with both hands and grinds my pussy flush against his cock. A warm, pleasant pleasure rises through me as I speak, savoring the sensation.
"Does that mean you're asking me to marry you?"
"Yes. Form a family with another man and raise my child."
He speaks as though it is the most natural thing in the world, yet his eyes gleam with expectation. The immorality of building a family while raising another male's child heats my womb. Still, following his words immediately feels difficult; forming a family in the first place is already complicated.
"I don't even know when I'll get married myself."
"It's fine. Time is something both of us have in abundance. A promise is enough."
He strokes my back as if granting me time to think. I turn the situation over carefully in my mind. First, forging a strong bond with a dragon would benefit me in countless ways beyond family. His proposal does not displease me; if anything, the immorality of it draws me in. I've always sensed that my tastes lean self-destructive and depraved.
More important than any of that, however, is obtaining permission from my master, Elisa.
I handed my body over to AI Elisa and stepped inside. Reaching my room, I open her door to find her slumped over her desk, fast asleep. Waking her when she looks dead to the world feels wrong, but I have no choice. I shake her gently.
"Elisa, wake up."
"Mmm... Miss? What's wrong? Hwaaam."
She yawns and stretches while I quickly explain the situation. After listening, she wears a grave expression, thinks for a moment, then speaks.
"That dragon's proposal is shameless. Telling you to form a family and bear and raise his child—it's irresponsible seed-spreading and utterly immoral."
"He does offer support for raising the child, though."
"What good is money alone? The child will grow up not even knowing who their real father is."
"Mm."
Elisa clearly disapproves. From an ordinary human perspective, it is an unacceptable, inhumane arrangement. Once again, I feel how severely twisted my own values have become.
"Still, maintaining a good relationship with a dragon seems advantageous in the long run."
"Hmm. You like him, don't you?"
"Honestly, I think he's a good male. His tastes are a little twisted, but fundamentally he's devoted to his females and children."
"Making his female form a family with another male and bear his child to raise is not normal no matter how you look at it. But since the promise can only be fulfilled through marriage, the conditions themselves aren't bad."
"Right? And there's no deadline for the marriage."
After further deliberation, Elisa finally grants her permission. I hurry back outside, switch with the AI, and speak.
"Then... all right. I'll do as you say."
"Hahaha! I knew you'd listen to me, Elisha."
He lifts me effortlessly into his arms and carries me inside. With my arms looped around his neck, I glance around. Expensive artworks line the walls, and every piece of furniture looks rare. He takes me to a spacious room on the second floor, lays me on the bed, and begins stripping my clothes. I rise to help him undress and tidy everything away.
"Tonight, I'll hold you until morning."
As if proving his words, his fully erect cock taps against my stomach. He pushes me down onto the bed and pounces, and from there we spend the night lost in attentive, pleasurable sex. We fall asleep still joined, waking in the afternoon. While gently washing my swollen, thoroughly used pussy, he speaks.
"It's a perfect fit for me, but it seems rather burdensome. Does it hurt much?"
"It hurts, but it's a good pain."
"Huhu. I'm glad it felt good. By the way, may I ask about the gold decoration on your forehead?"
His fingers trace the holy scar that had been hidden beneath the veil he removed during our encounter.
"It's the holy scar given to nuns of the Goddess Erutina. I received the baptism recently."
"I see. The gold suits my taste."
He shows little interest in the goddess herself—only that the scar matches the color of his own magic.
After our bath, we sit on the living-room sofa with coffee he prepared.
"I'll teach you how to use the imprint on your tongue."
"It's not an ordinary mark, then."
"As you already know, I am a dragon. We are a magical race that wields our own magic called Dragon Speech."
"I suspected as much, but it's still surprising. Do the others know?"
"I told the mothers of my children while ending those relationships."
He says they were shocked and flustered at first, but accepted it readily—likely because they care for him and he is the father of their children.
"The imprint on your tongue also functions as an activation circle for Dragon Speech."
"Then... can I use magic too?"
My heart flutters at the prospect. He nods, meeting my expectant gaze.
"You can. Though only single-syllable Dragon Speech."
"Wow."
"Dragon language cannot be pronounced by humans. So I designed it so that recognizing the Korean word corresponding to the meaning acts as a trigger."
He leans back and calmly explains the method.
"My true name is Kalos Demonas. Saying 'Demonas' activates the imprint. Then speak a single syllable—fire, water—and finish with 'Kalos.'"
"You used your true name as the trigger? More than that, this is the first time I've heard it."
I had guessed Kang Suho was merely the name he used on Earth, but hearing his true name feels strangely intimate. It means he trusts me, and the thought warms me.
"Huhu. On Earth, only the mothers of my children know it. Try it."
It feels dubious that magic would activate from mere words, but I attempt it anyway.
"Um... Demonas, water, Kalos."
The moment I speak, I feel magic gather in the imprint. When I say "water," it shifts; when I say "Kalos," it erupts outward.
Puhahak!
"Urgh!"
"Hahaha! Puheup!"
"Uup!"
Water gushes so forcefully from my tongue that I cannot speak. Seeing me like this, he bursts into hearty laughter. When I glare, he only laughs harder, calling me cute. The stream lasts about thirty seconds before tapering off. I had been too flustered to notice, but the fact that magic had turned into water is astonishing.
"Kuhp. Haa. How was it?"
"It's really amazing. How does magic become water?"
"Magic power is the fundamental force composing the world. Magic reconstructs it into different forms and meanings. Dragon Speech, used by dragons, is magic of will—it handles magic power directly by bypassing the usual process."
His explanation is too abstract for me to grasp.
"I... don't really understand."
"You don't need to. The imprint will let you use it regardless. Want to try another?"
"Mm... Demonas, fire, Kalos."
Again the gathered magic converts to fire and bursts forth. Strangely, though flames form inside my mouth, they carry no heat. Outside, however, the air temperature rises slightly. He contains the flames with his own magic so they do not spread. Once they subside, I speak.
"My mouth didn't feel hot at all. It's incredible."
"Direct users of magic are exempt from its influence range. Still, secondary effects like explosions require caution."
"I see."
He continues explaining patiently. Because the imprint only activates with his magic, I need to receive it from him. A question occurs to me.
"Suho, you know my identity, don't you?"
"You're a succubus."
"As expected. Succubi handle a power called essence. We can absorb and accept another's essence through intercourse."
"Hoo. Fitting for spirits of lust."
"But your semen contains far more magic than essence—mostly magic, in fact. That magic gathers in my womb, stabilized by my essence."
Interest flickers across his face. He strokes my lower abdomen.
"Extracting magic from semen is fascinating. And that a dragon's power can be stabilized by another's force is remarkable."
"Even stabilized, I can't control it."
I feel his magic enter my womb through his hand. Since my womb also serves as a succubus's magic core, the act is dangerous, yet I trust him and remain still. His power presses against the wall of essence and cannot pass. Brow furrowed, he closes his eyes and concentrates. The magic begins tracing an intricate pattern across the outer surface of my womb. Like the imprint on my tongue, it takes on a special shape, then sinks in and fixes itself. Through this new pattern, his magic flows smoothly past the essence barrier.
"Hmm. My magic is definitely inside. And quite a lot of it."
"Your semen carries an enormous amount."
"Leaving it as is feels wasteful. More importantly, it could be dangerous."
As he says, the mass of magic—grown larger now—rests quietly within the essence, yet I cannot know when it might rupture and rampage inside, damaging my womb.
"Hmm... This should do."
After a brief pause, he sets his magic to work again. The pattern he had forced into place grows even more complex and begins carving deeply into the surface of the black latex womb. A searing pain, as though burning from within, rips through me, and a scream tears free.
"Aaaah! It hurts!"
"Endure just a little longer. Almost done."
"Kyaaah!"
Instinctively I try to move my essence to protect the core, but his magic is far too strong. Ignoring my feeble resistance, he completes the work. A golden imprint now glows upon my womb.