Morgan Couldn't Stay Mad for Long
Morgan couldn't stay mad for long. I'd taken her demand to "cover her with kisses" a bit too aggressively.
I ravished Bilena and Morgan one more time each. I just wanted to see those sweetly melted expressions on their faces a little longer. And I took Morgan's suggestion seriously—that the ones not getting fucked right then needed some play too.
I laid them side by side and, while plunging deep into one in a slick, molten union, fed my fingers into the other's mouth to draw out her moans instead of my cock.
"Yeah... that's... ungh."
"Don't... do... this...!"
Playing two of them like instruments at once made me feel ridiculously smug. Of course, if I thought it was my seduction or technique making it happen, that'd be pure megalomania.
This was only Bilena's second time ever sleeping with someone in her life, and though I had more experience than that, trying to lead three tangled bodies still left my movements clumsy as hell. I just hoped my barely considerate hip thrusts and finger play brought them pleasure too, while I leisurely buried myself in their limbs and savored the bliss.
Before long, Bilena lay there clutching both of Morgan's hands tightly. She arched her back sharply as she took my final release. Morgan—who'd been disgusted and whining about it—gently endured the tremors transmitted through her arms, even though she was exhausted herself. As if they'd suddenly bonded over shared empathy, like friends.
The bright lantern in the curtained room suddenly snuffed out, its fuel spent.
I collapsed beside the panting, drained Morgan and Bilena. A small laugh came from the darkness beyond.
"You sweated like a fountain. It's getting kinda sticky lying next to you. Gonna rest a bit?"
"Sorry for making you wait more, but... mind if I do?"
"What's there to mind?"
Nidroga tickled Morgan's side gently. Morgan protested with a weak moan and rolled slightly away. Nidroga flopped down naked beside me. I couldn't see in the dark, but her bare skin pressed against mine, dizzyingly smooth and unadorned.
"Want my review?"
"Feedback's always good."
"I'd give it six out of five stars. You were like a stallion gone completely feral in heat."
"...Your mom ran a ranch, right?"
"Yeah. I've seen stallions at Mother's ranch act just like you—healthily mounting the mares until they fled in exhaustion, only stopping when Mother smacked their heads to calm them down."
"You gonna hit me to settle me down too?"
"Why would I? I'm still the mare waiting her turn."
That vulgar joke, and the sensation of her pulling my head to her chest and enveloping me softly—it was all so lovable. Watching must've heated her up too; the scales that should've covered her nipples were gone. My cock swelled honestly again as a result.
Nidroga giggled as my thigh poked her prodding one.
"...Maybe I'm burning through my lifespan in old age. After all that, getting hard again—might need a checkup to see if it's normal."
"If there was a problem, your mom would've warned you. She's a pretty renowned healer, you know."
"Lord?"
"She started studying when she met my ordinary merchant dad."
"Ah."
The ending was obvious. Medicine might cure illness, but it couldn't grant eternal companionship.
Nidroga sighed, gripping my hair and pulling me deeper.
"I thought I wouldn't end up like Mother, but lately... maybe I will."
"Nidroga."
"So live long, Tan."
"...If I were you, I'd think you were the worst. I just left you hanging to fuck three other girls. Bluntly put, this idiot Tan Bantai won't focus only on you, and he'll die way sooner than you think. You okay loving a guy like that?"
I wondered what charm I had that made them adore me so undeservedly. But it also made my heart ache with fresh worry. Pitiful to sympathize with a dragon, maybe. But on top of outliving her friends' memories, having Tan Bantai's grave as another burden in her heart—that was tragic.
"It's not like you ignore me completely. Can't help it since I joined later—duty-bound, y'know. As for dying before me... well."
Nidroga stroked Bilena's head over my shoulder, pondering deeply.
"Mother sometimes looked sad, but never like she regretted the past."
"Yeah?"
"Truth is, there are more than a couple I'm more worried about than her. There's an uncle who chose the identity of an Elan pocket mouse instead of human—repeating goodbyes every four years for nearly a millennium."
"...That's kinda depressing."
"Compared to that, Mother's only widowed once—better off. Dragons' love forms are that diverse. Another identity is dragon, after all—no easy harm to body or pride. So don't worry about me."
Nidroga, who bit the hand Bilena slapped in protest, laughed and hugged me tight.
"Let's love slow and easy. And hold each other like this lots."
Ragnarocha's words suddenly flashed in my mind. Love with all your might since it's come to this. Joyful memories are the salve for parting.
I still wasn't sure if I deserved this fresh, deep affection. But I felt ashamed and sorry for my pathetic whining.
Nidroga seemed firmly convinced, unlike me. I wrapped my arms tight around her solid back.
"Thanks."
"Thought you were the type who melts happily in tits. Why the sniffles?"
"Too happy—makes me anxious now. Feels like luck way beyond my efforts. And I doubt if I can even protect this happiness."
"Ah, like riding a dragon's back. Girls who were once unapproachable for their beauty—or scary backgrounds—now bare and vulnerable, gazing at you with needy eyes."
Nidroga snorted, ruffling my hair. Her strength rivaled Esen's—my scalp shook.
"But hey, any sharp reason for the misfortune that found you?"
"...No."
"Step on an alligator exploring swamp ruins—is it always the bitten one's fault? Few animals blend with logs like them."
"Probably not."
"Conversely, the one who finds gold in the same ruins? Better explorer than the bitten one? Just luck, or deserved reward for effort?"
"Dunno."
"Of course. Nobody knows. In my eyes, this world has no 'just rewards' or 'undeserved luck.'"
"Still don't get it."
"Not saying miracles don't happen. Didn't you hit the jackpot with someone like me?"
What confidence. She deserved it, though. But it felt cocky, so I nipped her nipple lightly. Nidroga burst out laughing and slapped my shoulder. Feeling the near-dislocation crisis, I vowed never to prank her by surprise again.
"But like those two explorers who reached the ruins, you acted. In Cheseni, Bitsurk, on the ship, Dragon's Nest."
"Yeah."
"Could've ended bitten by misfortune's alligator, losing a leg. Or gained a dozen more beauty dragons besides us. Good or bad, it's all results of your actions."
"No need to blame yourself for misfortune, or deny your right to luck. Don't waver. That the point?"
"Spot on."
Too mature, soothing my whiny ass. Being embraced like this felt addictively good. Maybe from too much self-burden and criticism.
I buried my face deep in her maturity, mumbling.
"Hearing you makes it feel even more undeserved."
"Grateful for my existence? This softness? Like a mother's embrace compared to Bilena's?"
"Fuck, that's why big-titted bitches..."
"Heh, your face going all soft was a sight, friend. At first, I inwardly griped about doing it with eyes watching. But thinking on it, not so bad."
Bilena, muttering curses for neglecting her petite sensitivities, let out a sharp yelp as someone yanked her in the dark.
Esen had ghosted in, snatched and rolled Bilena off, then slapped right against my side.
"Y'all so serious. Fucked how many party members already and still no confidence, you moron?"
"...You'll hurt Bilena."
Bilena said she'd traumatized Esen with blue dye once. Better watch it, or it'd happen again soon.
"Whatever—cock's... shit, still hard."
"We were having a sweet talk—gotta do that, Esen?"
"Won't stop you—keep chatting. I'll just take a bite meanwhile. Still far from filling this neglected hunger."
Nidroga narrowed her eyes lord-like and smacked Esen's hand away from stroking my cock gently. She glanced at the mess of fluids, brought her face close with a smile.
"Gave you therapy—fair to claim payment?"
"Weren't there no just rewards in the world? Keep talking cultured-like."
"I'm a dragon, Esen. Creature who can fist-fix a world that doesn't pay fair."
"Wow, shameless."
"Jealous? Get reborn a dragon."
Esen flopped back annoyed. Nidroga grinned mischievously, unsettling me.
"Payment... okay?"
"...World might dice out gifts, but between us, be honest. What and how?"
"Horn."
What about the horn? Not shave it like hair—that'd be a shame. Too aesthetic, like a pretty crown.
But she gripped one horn hard with both hands, mashing her head down roughly. Like a handle...
Handle...
"Grab it."
I swallowed hard at the hard demand from the world-fixing beast. Nidroga rubbed her cheek on my thigh, beaming.
——————
"...This stings more than expected. Feels like something's still stuck in my throat."
"My back hurts..."
Nidroga rubbed her jaw, muttering. Esen groaned, thumping her calves.
Bilena and Morgan, suffering full-body soreness, just glared wordlessly. If asked who was worst off, it'd be me—emptied my balls completely.
"Ugh... ungh."
"Feed you?"
"Ah, ah..."
Chicken soup slid into my slack mouth. The Monica sisters handled me like a baby, propped in a chair. Their proud faces suggested Ishtar was pleased with our journey's offering—our gushing lust as ample sacrifice.
...Maybe she intended this.
Monica monopolized me in full cling. If I were half-size, it'd feel holy maternal; but elf mage Nenya looked more troubled than moved, rubbing her brow.
"Hey, act like nothing happened last night. Clean up, square shoulders, hide the exhaustion."
"Try clinging to that bull yourself, sis. Size of me, but total beast."
"...Miss Newcomer Morgan Tomco, no plans to, and don't wanna know. But Islune Sunsstorm's finishing her late shower and joining soon—if she catches we partied hard, we're all screwed, right?"
"True."
"Drop the informal."
"...Yes."
Nenya—centuries old, eyes bloodshot—finished establishing hierarchy with the 21-year-old, satisfied. But when Islune opened the dining hall door, Nenya paled. Morgan, who'd shrunk, shot Nenya a pitiful look.
"Good morning! Why's everyone so drained?"
"Oh, uh. We're flying? Not used to it, so airsick..."
"Oh, wow."
Islune Sunsstorm—endlessly energetic like her sister—nodded sympathetically, then paused eyeing Morgan.
"Even the famous captain Tomco's daughter?"
Morgan, absently rubbing her arm, jolted into a big smile. Before Islune suspected the frozen grin, I jumped in.
"No sky sailing experience."
"Y-yeah. First time floating—feels fresh. Like my first ship ride, memories flooding!"
Islune sighed, sitting in an empty spot—right across hypersensitive Bilena. Lucky, no slip-up. Just some extra excuses.
"Chronic fatigue from making tools and potions for party... admirable."
"Nuh hurts."
"Bilena, brighter."
"✧Not at all!✧"
Bilena forced a grin through gritted teeth on her wrecked face—straight-up creepy. Even hero Islune flinched, mumbling agreement. And mercifully, no prying.
——————
We returned to Tobetan Port—island left behind. Capital and largest harbor of seafaring kingdom Tobetan. Beautiful city of marble buildings like clustered barnacles. Base for Handgun Party, tied to kingdom power.
People spotting Tomco's—their hero's—ship afar cheered. Then gasped seeing four dragons carrying it through the sky.
Captain requested slow approach—might think attack. Nidroga's cookie-loving cousin boomed a laugh.
"No way. We're peace-loving to the bone."
"Sudden huge creature approaching? Natural to think that."
"Bigger than dragons? Spooky just imagining. True, few things bigger than folks in normal world."
"Don't go informal outside. Hearing you turns my stomach yellow."
Last was Nidroga's threat. Cousin went polite fast.
"Where to drop?"
Pedestrians relaxed knowing no attack intent. But couldn't cheer hero Captain Tomco raising hand—armed soldiers awaited.
They saluted Tomco, then yanked someone from the ship straight to escort wagon. I stared shocked at stumbling Moriba and Mindina. Partly their haggard fall, but mostly I'd forgotten they were even aboard.
Unthinkable once. Refreshing, honestly—but pity flickered too.
Arms-crossed Captain Tomco muttered sidelong.
"Won't hang 'em. Won't torment bad. If those idiots cooperate even halfway, simpler."
"Cooperate on Adamanthon's whereabouts, charges?"
"Hope for scraps. But who's that? Know him?"
Tomco grimaced, pointing through crowd. Young man glared murderously, striding straight at me. Like countless thugs after Adamanthon betrayed them, coming to collect from framed me.
Experience: Telling bulging-eyed guys to calm down backfires. I dropped backpack, reached in like something inside.
Tomco sighed sharply.
"Don't do that lame shit—ask your party or us for help."
"Then they catch me alone later. Gotta face one-on-one, eye-to-eye."
"...Wisdom from under that Adamanthon guy too?"
As Tomco scoffed my stinky self-defense, cool-coated youth halted twenty paces out.
"My name is Robendo Astala. Heir to Wester Isles Count, honorable knight of Small Elan Kingdom, and—"
"Don't know that guy."
"—your party fighter, Elan knight Leni Astala's brother."
"But you look so much like Leni—spot you instantly! First time meeting!"
I beamed, pulling Dragon's Nest specialties from bag. Tomco's glare burned my nape, but I brazenly offered to Robendo.
He coldly removed glove. I suppressed chills, eyeing it. Dark blue silk—knights wear to cut gauntlet friction. And knights removing gloves means...
Sure enough, Robendo hurled it at my face. He bellowed coldly as I recoiled.
"I challenge you to a duel, you—"
'Bastard' caught in my heart. Nah, artifact on—I'm no guy to him. Unclear if he saw girl and challenged anyway, but luckily, couldn't man-vs-man decapitate.
As glove blinded, crack—Robendo toppled grandly. Nidroga, fastest headbutt to his face, sheathed his half-drawn duel sword, shrugging.
"...Esen?"
"Ditch trouble then ask musclehead? Do something, musclehead."
"My bad, hasty?"
"Now you fist-fix without checking. Impressive dragon, real impressive."