The Red Dragon and the Dragon Rider
Sylvia's eyes flew wide open as she recoiled from Seraphina's words.
"No! That can't be right! You're saying I'm going to turn into a heat-crazed bitch like you?!"
It was a reality her mind simply refused to accept.
That she, too, would end up spreading her legs for strange men every night and selling her body like some cheap whore—just like Seraphina?!
Impossible.
She was the eldest daughter of the noble House Leonhardt, commander of the Dragon Knight Order that guarded the very heart of the Tiranus Empire!
She would never stoop to anything so disgusting and lewd.
Sylvia glared at Seraphina, desperately denying it—but bound to her by a soul contract, she could feel the truth in her bones.
There wasn't a shred of falsehood in what Seraphina had said.
"Why are you only telling me this now?! You should have warned me before we made the soul contract!"
"There wasn't time. If I'd stopped to explain everything and ask for your consent, you'd have been a corpse right then and there."
Sylvia shut her mouth.
She couldn't argue with that.
The day she first formed the soul contract with Seraphina, Sylvia had been in mortal danger.
Barely ten years old, a fragile young noble girl, she had been ambushed.
It was the work of survivors from a fallen nation, nursing a bitter grudge against the Empire's ruthless territorial expansion.
As the daughter of a ducal house second only to the imperial family in power, she had made the perfect hostage.
But during the kidnapping she took a fatal stab wound to the abdomen, and the carriage she fell from plunged over a cliff.
Swept away by the freezing rapids and dying, she had drifted by chance to the mouth of Seraphina's Lair. Had she not formed the soul contract then, Sylvia Leonhardt would have been dead long ago.
"…I'm grateful you saved my life. But can't you at least slow this synchronization down a little? Just until the Order is properly established?"
"This isn't something I can control by will alone. Even a dragon can't meddle with the domain of the soul."
They say there are five stages of grief.
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and finally acceptance.
For Sylvia, the prospect of becoming a filthy, lust-addled bitch like Seraphina was as good as a death sentence. She had already passed through denial, anger, and bargaining, and now she sank into depression.
She still couldn't bring herself to abandon her duty of forging the Order's foundations, but outside of official business she locked herself in her chambers and refused to come out.
Fortunately, Vice-Commander Barkan kept his head down and quietly handled his duties without causing unnecessary trouble, so nothing major fell apart.
And then time passed.
Sylvia dreamed again.
A shabby inn.
Sylvia opened her eyes to find herself sitting naked on the edge of a bed, two men standing before her with eager faces.
Ah! This is Seraphina's point of view again!
Having been through this once already, Sylvia grasped the situation at once.
She recognized without difficulty that she was looking out through Seraphina's eyes.
"I've never taken two at once before. Please be gentle."
This time Seraphina was playing the part of a rundown innkeeper.
A seedy inn's landlady selling her body to guests was more common than one might think.
The inn itself was an illusion Seraphina had woven with magic, but the two men had no idea. They simply grinned and let their cocks twitch with anticipation.
"Never thought a place like this would have a woman this fine."
"No kidding. We're lucky tonight."
Already, Seraphina's—no, Sylvia's—cunt was dripping with slick arousal.
Every time her lower belly clenched, her folds fluttered and exhaled hot breath.
After carefully washing the sweat-reeking cocks of her guests with her mouth, Sylvia spread her legs and begged them to fuck her already.
She swayed her hips from side to side, and the older-looking of the two men stepped forward.
"Even cold water has a top and a bottom, they say."
He brought his throbbing cock to her entrance.
The hot head of it brushed her dripping folds.
Pre-cum welled from the slit of his glans and mixed with her juices, frothing into foam.
Deliberately teasing her, he didn't thrust in right away. He dragged himself up and down, making her wait.
"Hngh! Nngh! D-don't tease me—just shove it in alreadyyy!"
Coquettish little cries spilled from Sylvia's lips against her will.
The man watching from the side couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped in and pressed his cock to her mouth.
Knowing exactly what he wanted, Sylvia took him between her lips—and at the same moment her cunt stretched open as a cock drove deep inside her.
Schlick!
"!!!!"
"Kh—! Th-this bitch! Her pussy's unreal! Feels just like a virgin!"
Sylvia's eyes went round as she felt, for the first time in her life, a foreign object plow straight through her lower belly.
They said the first time was supposed to hurt terribly—but wearing Seraphina's body, all she felt was lightning-bolt pleasure ripping through her from head to toe.
The jolt started in her cunt, raced up her spine, and punched straight through her brain.
"!!!!!"
If this had been Sylvia's real body, she would have thrown her head back and howled like an animal.
Then again, with a cock stuffed in her mouth, that might have been difficult either way.
Regardless.
Her belly jumped and bounced as she writhed in ecstasy.
"Stay still, damn it!"
The man pinned down Sylvia's thrashing, fish-like body with brute strength and started rolling his hips.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
Her inner walls writhed as if alive, gripping and caressing his cock.
He had held plenty of women before, but never a body this intoxicating. He groaned in awe even as he clenched his sphincter tight, fighting not to cum.
Paying for an innkeeper's body came with an unspoken rule: once you finished, you were done.
A landlady still had an inn to run. She couldn't spare the time.
The thought that one climax meant letting this woman go made him grit his teeth and hold on.
As if she could read his mind, Sylvia spat out the cock she'd been sucking and answered with a smile.
"Heh. No need to strain yourself like that. I'll keep your bed warm all night."
Those words must have been the trigger. The man who had been clenching so hard finally exploded, pouring out thick white seed.
Balls that had nearly stopped working with age pulsed and churned, pumping sticky cum from the tip of his cock.
"U-uah… uah…"
He shuddered in pure bliss—and the second man shoved him aside at once to take his place.
"That good, huh? Let me have a taste too!"
The moment he shoved his cock in, he understood exactly why the first man had been shaking like that.
The pleasure of pussy-flesh that moved like it was alive!
"Hahk—!"
He clenched and fought it too, but he didn't last long before he came hard.
As hot, sticky fluid flooded her belly, Sylvia trembled in ecstasy right along with them.
While the two men lay gasping for breath, Sylvia scooped the cum dripping from her cunt into her palm and brought it to her mouth.
They had pumped so much thick seed into her that it clung between her fingers without running off.
She licked up that heavy-smelling load with a languid roll of her tongue, and both men felt their cocks stiffen and twitch back to life.
"All right. Give me everything you've got for round two."
"You're dead tonight, bitch!"
"Fuck! Tonight it's you or me!"
The two men dug deep, summoning strength they hadn't felt since they were nursing infants, and pounded away until they finally collapsed into exhausted sleep.
The next morning, when the two men opened their eyes—
"Wh-what the hell?"
"I—I distinctly remember falling asleep in the inn bed last night."
They were lying out in the middle of an empty street!
Had last night with the landlady been nothing but a dream?
But two men having the exact same dream at the same time made no sense.
A nameless dread settled over them as they resumed their journey. Before long, rumors began to circulate that a succubus haunted that stretch of road.
"Hngh—!"
It was only after Seraphina took the two men's cum for the fourth time that Sylvia managed to wake from the dream.
Her entire body was soaked in sweat.
She ached all over as if she'd had a nightmare, and yet—strangely—she felt refreshed.
"…Wh-what is this?"
Then she noticed the bed was wet.
The sheets beneath her hips were damp and soaked through, as if she'd wet herself.
"Did I… pee the bed?"
It didn't take her long to realize it wasn't urine.
Unlike piss, it was viscous and sticky.
"This is… so that means… love juices?"
Sylvia, who had possessed zero sexual knowledge, pieced it together from what she'd heard in Seraphina's dream. This was arousal fluid.
And the fact that it hadn't come from Seraphina's cunt in the dream, but from her own, sent another jolt of horror through her.
"What on earth is happening to me?"
Depression threatened to swallow her again, but she couldn't just leave the soaked bed. She stripped the sheets and went to wash.
She stepped into the bathroom to scrub away the sweat and slickness coating her body.
Her reflection stared back from the bathroom mirror.
A ducal daughter's body—but unlike other noble girls, not soft and delicate. Hers was lean, taut, and finely honed from training.
…I suppose that's the exercise.
She brushed her fingers over her small breasts as the thought crossed her mind.
In front of others she pretended not to care, but the truth was she had never liked how small they were.
Seeing Seraphina's generous chest only made it worse.
"…Forget it. I'm not a woman. I'm a knight."
She shelved any further contemplation of breast size for another day. Right now she needed to cool her overheated body, so she opted for cold water.
She turned on the mana-powered shower and let the chill cascade over her—
"Hnnngh!!"
A moan tore out of her before she could stop it.
Panicked, she clapped a hand over her mouth.
But her still-burning cunt refused to cool down so easily.
Damn it! This is all Seraphina's fault!!
Watching her own body start to change, Sylvia bit her lip and clenched her fists.
And then the pleasure from last night's dream rose unbidden in her mind.
Was it the synchronization with Seraphina?
She did something she never would have done under ordinary circumstances.
J-just a little… maybe I could touch it?
Sylvia slowly moved her hand and stroked down over her cunt.
Even though she was of age, no hair had ever grown there. It was smooth and bare.
A bald pussy, plain and simple.
The moment her fingers brushed those ripe folds, a tingling current raced through her body.
Compared to what she'd felt in the dream it was a tiny spark—but it was still the first pleasure she had ever felt with her own flesh.
Starting had been hard. Doing it a second time was easy.
As she fondled herself, heat pooled low in her belly.
Even with cold water washing over her whole body, her fluttering cunt refused to cool.
In the end she parted her folds with two fingers and pushed one inside.
It was a tiny intrusion compared to the cocks from the dream—but Sylvia's cunt clamped down hard, writhing and sucking at the finger.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
"Hngh! Hnngh! Hyaah!!"
Her red lips parted as moans spilled free.
Sylvia's eyes slowly unfocused as she sank into the act of touching herself.
But her clumsy technique wasn't enough to bring her to climax.
It was her first time masturbating; she simply didn't know where or how to touch.
That was when a woman stepped into the bathroom.
Sylvia nearly jumped out of her skin.
"You'll never finish if you touch yourself that clumsily. Let me help."
The figure who appeared in the bathroom was none other than Seraphina.
A mischievous smile curved her lips, as if she'd just found something deliciously entertaining, and she sauntered closer.