The Green Dragon (1)

"……"

Without a word, she rolled to the right. Then, just as quietly, she rolled to the left.

Those luminous eyes kept darting from side to side, as though Tiamat were desperately fishing for something — anything — to string into a sentence. I simply gazed up at her and offered nothing. I waited. Waited to hear what would tumble from those cherry-red lips.

"……Ah……"

The wait was neither long nor taxing. Before long she swallowed hard, pressed a fingertip into my chest, and forced the words out.

"I-I'm not, though……? A virgin. I'm not."

"……"

"I've got tons of experience. I-I've dated so many people. Isaac, do you even know how many thousands of years I've been alive……?"

She fidgeted with her fingertips as she spoke, but none of it was remotely convincing. She might have started by doing something about those ears, which had gone scarlet to the tips. And those wide, shimmering eyes, trembling as though tears of sheer mortification might spill at any second?

"Well… sure."

I nodded, noncommittal. There were any number of things I could have said. I chose not to say any of them. I simply let the corner of my mouth lift, just a fraction.

"……!"

That silent little smirk sent Tiamat's face up in flames. She looked ready to boil over, steam practically pouring off her.

"W-what's with that reaction……! Do you think I'm lying?"

Now she was outright throwing a tantrum, both fists thumping against my sternum. It didn't hurt in the slightest. Far from threatening, it was almost endearing.

"I'm telling you it's true! Just wait. The second I get this inside, I'll finish you off!"

"By all means."

"Y-you……!"

Who knew a dragon's voice could sound this much like a pout when she was furious. It was a remarkably novel experience. Tiamat's soft skin was plastered against me from head to toe, pouring warmth into every inch of my body, and yet I was no longer trembling.

"Why won't it—! Just— just go in already. No, nngh……"

I let her whining slide in one ear and straight out the other. Instead I tipped my head back and sank into thought.

What am I supposed to do with this.

A thoroughly untroubled sort of dilemma. A hesitation so leisurely it barely qualified as one. Namely: how, exactly, was I going to handle this green lizard.

……Ahem.

The voice that flashed through my mind was, of course, Lottie's. My little sister. My not-quite-lover. The girl I still hadn't found the courage to take as a wife, and yet whose body I had already thoroughly, repeatedly mixed with my own. My treasure.

Ignoring her warning was…… not something I intended to do. She seemed to have accepted that a duke would need to take more than one wife. What she had not accepted was the idea of me sleeping with anyone else.

This is a problem.

But it was equally obvious that the present circumstances were anything but ordinary. How was I supposed to overpower a dragon — a great being, a guardian of the continent — by force?

In the original work, Grimoire, Tiamat's strength rivaled that of the late-game bosses. I still couldn't forget that cutscene: the icy stare with which she drove the King of the North Sea from her lands. An 8th Circle mage was hardly weak, but……

Not yet. I wouldn't stand a chance.

I was still growing. Given more time to master my current level, perhaps — but as I was now, facing Tiamat was more than I could handle.

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No other choice, then?

It was time to decide. I offered a silent apology.

I'm sorry, Lottie.

This time, it was force majeure. Coercion by a vastly stronger being. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had no doubt she would make some allowance for that.

"……Hah, hah. This is driving me insane!"

After a long, fruitless attempt at getting it in, Tiamat finally exhaled a heated breath and gave up. I looked up at her just as she swept the hair from her face. She caught my gaze, bit down on her lip, and muttered,

"What. Are you going to laugh at me again? Hm?"

There was something faintly dejected in the way she said it. I shook my head at once.

"No."

"……Then what? Why are you looking at me with those annoying eyes?"

"Principal."

I called her by her title, and she shook her head with genuine irritation.

"I hate that……! Don't use that stiff title."

"……"

"Call me Tia. Th-that's an order."

An order whose consequences I was genuinely curious to test. A flicker of interest stirred — but I decided to behave, this time. How a dragon who had lived for thousands of years could look like that, talk like that, and still be this… small, I would never understand.

I nodded lightly and corrected myself.

"Very well. Tia."

"……Nnh."

Tiamat's lashes trembled at once. She was the one who had ordered me to call her that, and the moment she heard it, this was her reaction.

Unbelievable.

I was freshly incredulous, but what did it matter. I decided to let it slide.

"Fine, fine……! You — don't say another word. From now on I'm going to do this properly, ah—?!"

Whatever she had been about to try, Tiamat — no, Tia — reached down to seize me. I caught her by the wrist instead.

"……Wh-what."

Pinned in my grip, her eyes fluttered in a rapid spasm. She tried to twist free, but the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gap between us was the exact inverse of the one between Lottie and me. Without magic, Lottie could overpower me. Without magic, Tia couldn't push me off at all.

I flipped her.

"……Ah?!"

Reversing our positions was as easy as turning over a hand. I kept hold of her wrist and pinned her beneath me.

"Hah… hhnn……"

She said nothing — only spilled hot breath past her lips as she stared up at me. I looked down at that expression for a moment, savoring it, then nodded with quiet satisfaction.

"It seems I prefer the opposite of being pinned by a woman."

"W-what……?"

"In a sense, Tia, you are the master of the academy I attend. Strictly speaking, you outrank me……"

"……"

"And the sight of you pinned beneath a mere human man is quite pleasing."

Tia's pupils wavered in silence. Shock gave way to a layered wash of horror, contempt, and something close to disgust —

"You p-perverted—! Hnnh, hyaah……?!"

I reached down at once. I had no particular hobby of listening to a woman insult me, and I saw no reason to hear the rest. My hand filled with a soft, yielding weight — her breast.

Tiamat, like Lottie, had a rather petite frame. Even so, she was the more generously endowed of the two. Which was to say: perfectly sized to fill a single hand and be thoroughly toyed with.

"W-wait, hyaah?! That's— that's sensitive, don't just gr— ah……!"

"I know it's sensitive, Tia. That's why I'm touching it."

"……!!?"

I said it briefly and moved on. Regrettable, but I was in no position to offer her a gentle prelude. There was no telling when she might recover her reason. If I couldn't predict when this green lizard would decide to punish my insolence, then I needed to finish this while she was still drowning in want.

She said it was fine as long as I didn't put it in, didn't she?

That was how I remembered it, more or less. If I catch you putting that thing inside another woman and pulling it back out — meaning the point of the rule was insertion. As long as I didn't go that far, I was safe.

"A-Isaac……! Stop touching— nnh?!"

"……"

Or was I?

A flicker of doubt ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠about the aftermath crossed my mind, but even if I was wrong, what was I supposed to do about it now? I had already put my hands on another woman. Worrying was pointless.

Besides, my own breathing had grown rough. Tiamat was, whatever else she might be, an utterly exquisite beauty. Watching her grow wet between the legs from what I was doing to her was not something I could endure with composure.

Her skirt had been stripped away from the start, discarded somewhere far off. Beneath the smooth rise of her mound, a pale cleft was already spilling wetness in a thin, continuous trickle.

"Relax your hips. You'll hurt yourself."

"Ah, hahk, d-don't……?!"

I gave the warning quietly. She bucked hard in resistance. My hand was already at the entrance, but with her thrashing like this I wouldn't be able to work her properly. I exhaled and spoke lower.

"I told you to relax, Tia."

"……Hngh?!"

A wet sound.

The response was immediate. Tia went rigid, as though a dragon's word of power had landed on her, and I slid my fingers in at once.

"Ah, ah, hnn, kh, hh……!"

Where? Into Tia, of course. I forced that impossibly tight passage open and shoved my index and middle fingers in without mercy. Arousal welled up in a rush, spilling past both fingers and flicking out into the open air, and still I worked her from the inside with a calm, methodical thoroughness.

……There was no going back from here. I had to see this through to the end.

Calm her down.

Or satisfy her. One or the other. Until I finished this, my own safety wasn't guaranteed.

"I-it's in, ehek……?! A-Isaac, your— your fingers are all the way inside, hhk! Euk?!"

"……Open your mouth."

My other hand was idle anyway. I stroked her cheek once, then caught her lips and forced them apart. Those pale green eyes trembled pitifully. They were so tender I almost hesitated, half-convinced tears would follow.

"Don't bite your tongue. You'll be punished."

"——?!"

The hesitation lasted only a moment. With my right hand I worked her until she was raw and oversensitive all the way to the mouth of her womb. With my left I held her mouth open and pushed my tongue inside.

"Hheuk……!"

A lewd cry tore out of her at once. Tears did spill, in the end — and still the Green Dragon Tiamat could not bring herself to push me away. Her hips began to hitch, halfway to climax. The tip of her tongue met mine with something close to instinct. The slick, soaked heat between her thighs. All of it came together in a perfect triad and reduced Tia to something shameless and undone.

"Nn, nngh, hmp?!"

Her eyelids fluttered rapidly.

……Any moment now.

I felt it. The end was here.

"——!"

A wet, shuddering burst — and then another.

Tia's head snapped back. From between her spread legs, a clear fluid jetted out in a sound so obscene it barely belonged in the same room as language.

"……Oh."

A virgin showcase so lavish I hardly had words for it. I looked down at her with a short breath of admiration.

"Hek…… mhek, ek, heh."

Her whole body was sheened and sticky with sweat. Green hair clung to her in damp strands. Her eyes were half-gone, and the tip of her tongue lolled past her lips. It was unbearably vivid. Unbearably obscene. I swallowed, silently.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

My heartbeat was loud enough to rattle against my eardrums. The desire I had been holding down —

……This isn't good.

— was beginning, slowly, to boil over.