Chapter 67 - The Dragon Lord's Irresistible Allure
Your mother is a wonderful woman. I've experienced her myself. To think showing something like that would get anyone so worked up. She said it so casually, I almost got confused. It was her who insisted, after all—neither Nidroga nor I ever wanted to show off. Could it be... the Lord had this scenario in mind from the start? It felt like someone had poured bleach straight into my brain. My vision was going white, and it wasn't just from fear.
She'd mentioned running a farm, right? A faint milky scent mixed with lavender, blended with a subtle sweat that created a ripe, intoxicating aroma. The powerful pheromones asserting themselves in her every breath hit me like a wave.
"Aren't you supposed to be a woman in public?"
"Y-yeah."
"Then you can't just let it get that hard and obvious. How are you gonna sneak out without getting caught?"
No wonder my strength hadn't ebbed away. The afterglow from overlapping with Nidroga just moments ago still lingered... and through the thin, sheer fabric between us, those mature, ripened breasts peeked out. They weren't just big—they were stunningly beautiful. Softer-looking than clouds. It was definitely on purpose. She was showing them to me deliberately. Even knowing she'd catch me staring, I couldn't stop sneaking glances.
The Lord playfully covered her chest and tilted her head down to meet my eyes.
"S-sorry. That was rude of me..."
"Want me to calm it down for you?"
She chuckled softly, her hand slipping away from my bare thigh. Then she took both my hands in hers—the ones I'd been using to press down on the erection straining against my pants. Among all the kings and rulers in the world, this supremely noble being was being far too casual. To think she'd grace the crotch of a lowly porter like me with her touch.
"Why are you shaking so much? Scared? Or do you hate it?"
Anyone would be terrified in this situation.
"...It's not that I hate it, it's just..."
"Is it my reputation that frightens you? Or do you think I lack appeal as a woman?"
It'd be a lie to say she lacked appeal. Truth be told, she had more than her share—way more than someone like me deserved. 'Way more than I deserve.'
"On the contrary... if I may be so bold, why are you tempting me? What do you even see in me that's worth seducing? There must be far better men out there..."
"Maybe there are. Is there anyone in the world without flaws compared to others? But there aren't many who dare toy with a dragon so freely, no matter who's watching—bold enough to call a female dragon a 'bitch' without a shred of fear."
Come to think of it, yeah, that was pretty rare. Sure, plenty of porters probably fantasized about it with their dicks, but I was likely the only madman in the world who'd actually shoved his thinking rod into the Dragon Lord's daughter's lower mouth.
"...Th-that day, I had no choice..."
"Don't lie to save face for me or my daughter. You enjoyed it, didn't you? Even with me watching. I only watched from the side to confirm that boldness again."
As I tried to pull my trembling hands away, she let go with disappointing ease. After a flicker of what seemed like regret in her eyes, she tapped her chin thoughtfully.
"I can't go all the way..."
No way.
"If I say 'go ahead,' it'd be rape. If you say no, I'll let you go without hesitation. No clinging. But..."
"But...?"
"Before you make your final choice, can I indulge just a little? Be a spoiled child one last time?"
Her lips parted demurely as she drew close, a seductive cherry red. I tried desperately to imagine that cherry as the blood of prey on a predator's mouth. Get it together. This was the Dragon Lord. The one who made kings tremble and prostrate themselves. Was it logical to think her spreading her legs for me was a trap? The moment I accepted the kiss, she might devour me whole, claiming I didn't love her daughter. To survive, I had to purse my lips and pull back...
But the Lord didn't kiss my lips. She went for my ear.
An unexpected jolt of pleasure ripped through my nerves like they were being torn apart. Her lips nibbled at my earlobe, her tongue tracing the cartilage's maze in reverse before plunging into the deep canal on the other side. The squelching sound pierced straight through me like a spear. My body shuddered at this alien ecstasy, like my inner ear was being violated. Was my ear always this sensitive? Guess it was. I'd have to be careful playing with Esen's ears. Who knew it could be this dizzying and dangerous.
By the time those lips—now fully awakened to the fact that ears could be erogenous zones—pulled away satisfied, I realized something. Just like Nidroga moments ago, I was twitching and holding back tears.
"How was that?"
"Hnnngh..."
"Will you indulge this spoiled whim of mine?"
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"Just because you consented doesn't mean I'll hold back."
"P-please, stop... just a sec. Slow down..."
"I mustered my courage as a woman, you know. Putting aside my pride as the Lord representing all dragons to the rest of the world, and as the matriarch of the red-scaled clan. That's no easy feat."
She would've been seriously offended if I'd refused. But maybe refusing would've been better. Earning the hatred of someone this terrifying seemed preferable to seeing her terrifying side in bed.
Nidroga's mother—the one who'd made me kneel and grovel—pressed her body against mine from behind in a tight embrace. With a sultry flick of her wrist, she gripped my cock and stroked it. Having my dick milked like a cow's udder was a novel sensation. Almost too much to endure. I could only shudder face-down. It felt so good my spine tingled. The voluptuous body pressing through the thin fabric, the expert pressure and control that hit just right—neither too painful nor too light. The pleasure overwhelmed my breath.
I could already tell. The skill gap was immense.
Clenching my teeth, I held back, thinking if I came now, it might splatter onto the angelically sleeping Nidroga.
"You're holding out well."
"Ngh...!"
"But even that's got its limits, right? I can feel it throbbing, the semen surging up."
Apparently, even enduring was only possible because she allowed it. Like she wouldn't tolerate hiding anymore, she gripped the head and rolled it slowly in her palm. My sweat-and-fluid-slicked cock screamed in protest. The pleasure I'd barely withstood spread through my entire lower belly.
"W-wait... just a bit...!"
"When Nidroga said 'just a bit,' what did you do to her?"
Her cool half-joking tone made my heart clench like a rabbit facing a beast. And at the same time, my cock—unable to hold out any longer—began spurting its contents.
Gently, she stopped her movements before it got worse and caught the load in a fine silk handkerchief she'd unfurled.
"You did well. Good boy."
"Ugh... haa... haa..."
"The volume's way more than I expected. I spread it wide, but maybe I should've brought a bucket like for milking a cow."
...That was a bit of an exaggeration, but the amount was impressive. Before any could drip onto the sweat-and-fluid-stained sheets from me and Nidroga, she neatly folded the handkerchief and set it on the floor. Then she licked the bit that had overflowed onto her fingertips, tasting it.
Before I could even recover from the climax, she smiled at my shocked expression and offered her verdict.
"It's got a fresh taste."
"...Th-thank you..."
"Shall I clean you up nice and tidy?"
She gently eased me down beside Nidroga, then caressed my spent cock with her fingertips. Without warning, she took it fully into her mouth. The technique wrapping around me inside nearly made me arch my back. That noble mouth cleansing my profane saliva with no hesitation, the intense suction—like she was enjoying the act itself. The effortless, natural slurping. This was the first time I'd felt pure awe at someone's sheer skill.
Esen's teasing could provoke me, but it never stole my composure like this. The Monica sisters instinctively catered to a man's tastes, but they weren't truly masterful. Bilena, Morgan, Nidroga—none of them came close. Of course not. Until recently, all of us, myself included, were total novices.
So this was my first taste of a real adult's technique.
Just as the urge to cum built again, she pulled her head back. Regret flooded me at my cock's renewed rock-hardness.
She smiled seductively, rustled up the hem of her dress, and slowly climbed atop me.
"You're trembling in fear, but you don't run or beg on your knees. Like I said, facing a dragon without flinching takes real courage."
"...Have you ever been with someone who was terrified and fumbling like this?"
"Not really. I've got pretty good insight. I don't even proposition people like that to begin with."
Brushing back her fallen hair behind her ear, she smiled wistfully again. Maybe I really was witnessing something rare. Even supreme beings rarely showed such vulnerability.
"When our skin touches this close, I want my partner to feel joy over fear or reverence. I'm a woman too, after all."
"I see."
Our thighs met. She slowly slipped off her underwear and pressed her hips lightly against my cock. Her lower body looked just like Nidroga's, but unlike her fresh daughter's, her movements were lush and sultry.
"Ngh... I get it..."
"You're sensitive for such a fine tool. If you want to be my daughter's 'breeder,' you'll need to get used to more stimulation."
"Breeder...?"
That word choice sent a bad vibe through me. She smiled contentedly, lifted her hips high, and guided my cock between her legs. I hurriedly gripped her hips to hold her back.
"I've got condoms in my pocket..."
"It's a safe day. For now."
Unlike Nidroga, who needed slow melting and time, the Lord—who was already soaking wet—took me in with slippery ease. Her inner walls were nothing like her crisp, underripe daughter's; they were juicy and soft like high-sugar fruit. My cock, already on the edge from before, couldn't hold back and started cumming again.
"So deep..."
Pressing lightly on my hips to stop me from thrusting, she hilted me deepest inside, then twitched her waist slightly in delight.
"...It's called a 'breeder,' but it's not that big a deal. It just means 'the one who provides the seed.'"
"Ngh... that sounds plenty impressive to me."
"When a loved one's seed knocks deep inside a female dragon, it triggers her 'breeding season.' Lasts about a month after that."
"...Like what we just did?"
"Not on the first night. No matter how much you cum today, it won't result in offspring. That's why it's a safe day."
Seeming to sense I'd overcome the afterglow, she began slowly rocking her hips. Already?
"Don't you get it? I'm telling you when we can go bare without worries."
"Is it okay for me to know that?"
As I blinked in confusion, she playfully rolled my nose and grinned.
"Better to indulge on safe days than 'forget' protection and risk it with some childish slip-up."
Despite her kind words, her lower belly squeezed me like a separate creature. The once-gentle pressure now clamped down powerfully from base to tip. It felt like she'd decided to unleash and satisfy the desires honed over countless years without restraint. Her gaze, laced with a subtle conquering thrill, sparked defiance in me. Gripping her waist with both hands, she feigned surprise but smiled wider.
Unlike Nidroga, whose slender waist I could nearly encircle, her fuller hips were soft beyond words—perfectly plush without matching the Monica sisters' volume.
"Sure, Ishtar's apostle might offer contraception services, but we can't always do it under a priestess's watch... Ahh."
Stroking her swaying hips drew a satisfied moan from her. But the inner walls clenched even tighter, kneading me relentlessly. Lost in the prey's pleasure of being chewed up, I spilled another unwilling surrender. Desperate not to go down without a fight, I grabbed her breasts—but she only laughed softly in shallow satisfaction, trembling briefly.
"I've missed this feeling."
"F-fuck..."
"You must always satisfy your partners, huh? I can tell you're disappointed. But you did great. It felt amazing."
She hugged me reassuringly and kissed me. Her sweat-soaked dress clung to my body. As I panted, savoring the sensation, I felt another breath from a different direction—tickling my skin from the side. I whipped my head around in shock.
"Tan? M-Mother...?"
"...Nidroga. I..."
"...No. I kinda figured this was coming from earlier..."