Chapter 66 - The Dance of Some Dragons
Act like I'm not even here and just keep going? What parents in the world would watch something like this with a fond "she's all grown up now" look on their face? Is this some academy's parent observation class, first period sex ed practical? Of course, no such academy exists in the world. Just like my common sense that vanished a moment ago.
In the midst of my impudent thoughts and swirling confusion, Nidroga—who had recovered from her fluster faster than I had—spoke up.
"What are you doing? Get out."
"Nidroga, it's Mom."
"Can't you please leave?"
"No."
Is this just how dragons view privacy in general, or is the Lord unusually open-minded? At least Nidroga's sensibilities didn't seem all that different from a normal person's. Maybe embarrassed by her own wrists bound behind her back, she was struggling to untangle the messed-up cord in her hair. The result? Failure. As her mother watched even that with an amused fondness, Nidroga muttered with a look of resignation.
"Even if your beloved daughter begs you earnestly, Mother? Do you really have to watch from this close?"
"I'm worried, that's all. I told you not to start off so intensely right from the beginning. You said birth was uncomfortable and you'd lose weight, but look at your cousin who started with veganism and ended up growing that weird weed because you nagged so much."
The Lord let out a refined sigh.
"Dragons have long lifespans. You can't recklessly lead with passion and raise your threshold carelessly. So you'll understand, won't you, Tan Bantai? As a mother, I'm anxious you might take my precious daughter off to some faraway world, so I have no choice but to watch closely from the side."
This felt like an indirect implication. 'I'm grateful you saved her, but nothing more. Stay away from my daughter.' My hands and feet started trembling. I began replaying the terrifying fantasy I'd barely forgotten from a few days ago. An enraged dragon burning every porter in the world for defiling her daughter's purity...
But Nidroga seemed to be thinking something entirely different. Lowering her gaze to the bed, she pressed her head right against my shoulder.
"...Let's just do it like this."
"Why is the conversation going this way...?"
"No one can beat Mother, but her stubbornness is even stronger. If she says she'll watch, she'll watch to the end."
"D-Didn't the Lord just tell us not to get together...?"
"Oh my. As if. I'm not the kind of mother who blocks her daughter's pure heart. If I tried to stop it rashly, I'd hear resentment for centuries."
"If it was a no, she'd say it clearly. That's the kind of person Mother is."
As Nidroga nuzzled her crown against me like a spoiled child, her horns kept poking my shoulder and chest. It didn't hurt so much as tickle. And... it was pitiful. The tearful quiver in Nidroga's voice didn't suit the fearsome word "dragon" at all. Just like this room, cutely decorated in beige, sky blue, and pink.
"Besides, it feels like we won't have much time left to be alone like this, pressing our bodies together."
"True. Since you have so many females."
At the Lord's blunt use of "females," both Nidroga and I flinched hard. Our extreme reaction made the Lord tilt her head.
"Weren't you chosen by the daughter of the Lust God and became Ishtar's herald, spreading love throughout the world?"
"...I'm not sure if that's what happened. But I'm truly sorry for touching your daughter despite being such a playboy..."
"Spreading the will of the gods throughout the world isn't wrong. We can't interfere with that, and someone has to carry out their intentions to maintain the world's harmony. Just like bees spread pollen to paint the fields in every color, and the winds of the land carry the warmth of spring across the world."
"Th-Then... you forgive us...?"
"Of course. I told you to relax last time too. You're such a timid, cautious man on one hand, yet so bold on the other—seducing so many women at once and even trying to claim my daughter in the Lord's nest."
Was that praise or criticism? The Lord's smile was still inscrutable.
"I like it, though. I prefer people with pronounced duality."
"Whether you have other women or not doesn't matter to me."
One side of me shuddered in fear, while the other blew hot breath against my side.
"As long as I can have you."
"That sounds completely backwards somehow."
"Doesn't it?"
Nidroga laughed awkwardly. It felt like she had a lot she wanted to say but was holding back. But even that was overflowing. For a pair who'd only spent one night together, wasn't the affection too intense? Knowing that, I still wanted to respond. Rather than teaching her about distance with firm boundaries, I wanted to spoil her rotten by saying I liked her too, filling her with bad habits.
Everything about her was lovable. The way she just clung close because she didn't know how to seduce for progress. The way her waist trembled and floated because she didn't know how to control her body aflame with lust.
I gently lifted the chin of Nidroga, whose hands were still bound behind her. And I pressed just our lips together in a shallow kiss. Glancing at the Lord, she had retreated to the bed's corner without interfering, observing with evident interest.
...Fine. If you want to watch that badly.
I forced my tongue in, prying her lips open. Unlike when Lilith had possessed her with all that knowledge, Nidroga floundered even in a kiss with someone she'd experienced once before, unsure how to respond. I slowly melted her frozen tongue, which didn't know where to go. I pushed my saliva in persistently and slickly, softening it gently like turning hard candy into liquid. Nidroga's tense pupils slowly crumbled, and finally, her loosened tongue began to wrap around mine in response.
A sense of depravity washed over me, like I was training her to my will. Made all the more intense by Nidroga's helplessness with her hands bound.
I pulled back from our briefly entwined tongues, and Nidroga followed with a wistful press of her lips. A question bloomed in her dazed, juice-smeared eyes.
"...Why...?"
"How do you want me to do it, Nidroga?"
She bit her lip. Was she still conscious of her mother being there, or just unable to voice her hidden desires honestly yet? Either way was fine. If it was the latter, I'd tease her relentlessly and teach her until that mouth opened wide. I'd make her as frank as Esen and her sisters.
I pushed Nidroga down. And like recreating that ecstatic day, I ravaged her body. I stroked between her pajamas and bare skin. I mercilessly slipped fingers between her underwear and crotch. Even with her nightclothes half-undressed, her sensually curved body twitched repeatedly, joyfully accepting every tease.
The scales that had covered her nipples and slit like underwear melted away far faster than that day, conveniently like cheap cream peeling off in sweat. While sucking one nipple hard, I stroked the moistening slit with my fingers. Nidroga squeezed her eyes shut and began convulsing.
"You okay, Nidroga?"
"...Of course. If I can't handle this kind of stimulation and whine, I can't call myself a drag—"
Cheeky. I accepted her spirited provocation. Sliding my finger into the gap hidden by her underwear and rolling it, Nidroga let out a needy moan instead of finishing her words.
"...Th-That, no, it feels too goo—."
"No? But you're a dragon."
"Something's... coming out. Just a moment—."
"Can't call yourself a dragon? Dragon disqualification?"
I stroked the shallow interior with my index finger while placing my thumb timidly on the protruding nub. That was all. Just that slight press made her eyelids flutter open and shut repeatedly, and Nidroga trembled her lower belly as she went off to a distant place.
I stopped my finger play and gently stroked her lower belly. As her convulsions ceased, Nidroga began hiccuping.
"Disqualified. Not a dragon. A female."
"Ugh...!"
"Right?"
"...Do you have to say it like that?"
"Feels like I peeled off one layer of your pride, so I'll ask again. How do you want me to do it?"
I asked the female who was no longer a dragon. Sniffling, she bumped her head against my chest again.
"...Hug me."
"How?"
"Like that time."
With her arms bound, I couldn't remove her top, unfortunately. Instead, I pulled down her pajama bottoms without hesitation. Seeing only her lower half naked, unlike that day when our bodies tangled fully nude, brought a fresh thrill. Much more innocent, perhaps.
Startled, Nidroga glanced behind me, mumbling through pursed lips.
"...Mother, don't watch...!"
"You don't watch him either."
"Oh my, oh dear."
Amazed at my own surging courage, I ignored the Lord's exclamation perfectly and pulled Nidroga's chin toward me. Like giving a treat to a trained pet, I first filled her mouth with a reassuring kiss. Nidroga, who had tensed up again at her mother's presence, relaxed her whole body once more and lowered her legs to the bed.
I wedged my body between those luscious thighs. And unlike that day when I'd pounded her entrance aggressively from the start, I began inserting very slowly. Perhaps because of that, even as my ill-fitting size invaded her tiny hole, Nidroga wore an ecstatic expression.
"...Gentle. Much more than that time...!"
"Rough or gentle—which do you like?"
If she said gentle, I'd stroke her head. If rough, I'd deliberately be even gentler to ravish her. Pathetic porter that I was, I felt a sense of responsibility. Better to teach her various ways of coupling than let her forever crave the rough side.
"You."
But Nidroga leaped over my expectations with a sniffle. A bold, intense leap worthy of a dragon.
"I like you."
You. She just said she likes me. With those sweat-slicked, trembling lips.
...I can't hold back anymore. I'd tried to restrain myself. She was the one who touched my reverse scale. I couldn't thrust moderately after hearing that.
"Me too."
I decided to punish her foul play. I moved in and out of her stretched, quivering depths with all sincerity.
"Hah, ngh, ahng...?"
"I like you too."
With every thrust, love juices squirted out from her tightening walls. The warm-toned sheets, perfect for someone a bit younger, became soaked in the hot fluids of an immature adult. As I painted Nidroga with my own colors, I moved even more thickly.
Like percussion instruments producing different sounds from various parts, the wet slaps and skin smacks changed texture as her waist lifted. Pinned beneath my hips, her body still rose upward, unable to resist the pleasure.
I was nearing climax too. Hugging her empty waist tight, I thrust my tongue deep again. Nidroga, who had at least tried to keep her voice pretty as a girl, began letting out foolish moans too complex for onomatopoeia.
"Ehk. Eah. Ah...!"
"Nidroga."
"Aeh...?"
"I'm going."
I stopped the back-and-forth and slowly pushed to the deepest point. And I exploded. At the swelling pushing against her innermost walls, Nidroga screamed silently and pushed the sheets away with her toes. Peak convulsions, entwined kiss. Climax together. Nidroga's gaze lost all focus.
Worried, I supported her head and laid her down. She slowly closed her eyes and began breathing softly in sleep. Calming my ragged breath, I slowly withdrew from her lower belly with a deep inhale. I peeled off the condom from my still-firm member. Carefully so it wouldn't stain her sheets, I disposed of it in the corner.
Only after the fire died down did I feel the prickling gaze on the back of my head again. Scratching my head awkwardly, I turned around. The Lord was still smiling. Though perhaps embarrassed by watching to the end, her face was a bit more flushed.
"I'm relieved."
"Pardon...?"
"You're so considerate and gentle, it makes my worries seem unfounded. At least while you're alive, you don't seem like the type to hurt my daughter."
"No matter what a mere porter like me does, I couldn't hurt Nidroga."
"It's not just the body that can be hurt."
True. Anyone's heart can be hurt. 'While you're alive' felt meaningful. Loss always wounds someone. I glimpsed loneliness in the Lord's eyes.
Quietly covering Nidroga with the blanket, I sat on the edge of the bed and started pulling on my pants. Then the Lord approached silently and sat beside me. Just like Nidroga had moments ago. The difference? Her warm, soft hand rested on my thigh, preventing me from inserting my pants properly.
"...Lord, what does this mean...?"
"How should I put it? Elevated? Honestly, it's embarrassing. I'd been lonely for ages close to Nidroga's own years..."
The Lord stroked her chin with her other hand, then looked at me with a sly, smiling gaze.
"But seeing that makes it impossible not to get heated."