The Green Dragon's Dilemma (Part 3)
‘……What am I supposed to do about this…?’
Tiamat looked up at Isaac with a heart that felt like it might burst at any moment.
Her own waist supported by his hands, he stroked her hair with that silver-haired youth.
She could become his student. Or perhaps his lover. The future possibilities of either seemed meaningless now.
The only reality that mattered was this: Isaac Havertz held the authority to torment her—her, the majestic and noble Green Dragon Tiamat.
‘I’ve completely gotten carried away…!’
Strictly speaking, had such a situation truly been allowed to unfold?
Tiamat let out a soft, teary whimper inside.
She had heard the latest trends among young nobles, those fashionable keywords that described the current era. She could not remain silent in the face of such talk.
In truth, she knew nothing about those things.
If her secret were discovered, what would happen? It was obvious. One day, like the other young dragons who treated her as an ancient relic, Isaac would look at her as an old fossil.
‘I won’t allow that.’
With both eyes tightly shut, Tiamat struggled to steady her breathing.
She hated being treated that way. Although she understood she had lived many lifetimes as a dragon race…
She yearned to think like the young people around her. Even if it meant pretending to remain youthful forever.
Trapped with no way out, she could retreat no further.
Tiamat swallowed dryly with a solemn expression. This was likely her last opportunity to resolve everything.
She would apologize for her slip, confess her embarrassment, and ask him never to do such a shameful thing again. What could she do if Isaac, no matter who he was, listened?
The only question that mattered was one thing alone.
Her pride.
Could she lower it? Or not? Tiamat was torn inside, yet the answer was already decided.
“Ah…… I understand, I do. I understand.”
“……”
“Then it’s settled, right?”
Tiamat answered with forced dignity, and Isaac nodded silently in response.
And he drew even closer to her, as if everything had gone well. His lower body already exposed that grotesque thing.
“……”
Tiamat’s light-green eyes trembled violently, swirling with every conflicting emotion.
The sight of Isaac’s manhood in her vision—something she had desperately wanted to take inside herself just moments before—now struck her with a dull ache.
‘It’s… too big for a human man, isn’t it…? They say that’s average for men?’
Only now did a belated realization settle in. Tiamat reached out cautiously and gripped his manhood firmly.
Thud…
“……U-ueh…”
She stole a glance at his face to confirm whether she was holding it correctly. Since she lacked certainty, she prayed he would not show displeasure.
‘It… twitched a little.’
Luckily, Isaac’s reaction was not terrible. At least he did not appear to dislike it.
Tiamat swallowed again and focused on his lower body.
She could not help the strange tickle in her abdomen after seeing the expression of that man from before.
To avoid being swept away by such a feeling, she simply had to immerse herself in the task at hand.
“……Then I’ll… do it…”
Tiamat murmured softly, and this time Isaac answered.
“Yes, Tia.”
“……Ugh…”
The two syllables sent Tiamat’s wing bones trembling in a sensation she could not even describe.
How could such an erotic call exist? She had only heard her nickname in that ordinary voice.
‘I… I’m…’
Tiamat’s eyes began spinning wildly once more.
Soon, inside her mind, two petite Tias were summoned as if the final gate had been reached.
The angel Tia, who argued that such acts were wrong since they were not betrothed.
And the demon Tia, who demanded even higher acts, asking what the problem could be.
‘What… should I do—’
Almost letting go, Tiamat wasted meaningless seconds gripping Isaac’s manhood.
“……Tia? Are you all right?”
“……”
Isaac’s concerned call at that moment shattered her hesitation completely.
‘……Yeah! What’s the harm? That’s what the young do these days!’
Tiamat finally surrendered. For good or for ill.
She turned his bluff into a convenient excuse. That is, she rationalized her actions under the banner of generational fashion.
“H-uhh……!”
The angel Tia’s desperate plea was soon crushed.
Tiamat clenched her eyes tight and opened her mouth wide, then thrust Isaac’s manhood deep into her throat.
“Ugh… ueh… eeh…… H-Hah…”
At first, the sensation of something filling her mouth felt quite uncomfortable.
Of course it was. She had boasted, yet she had never known a man’s body.
If she had not even attempted breeding to continue her race, she would have lived alone and slept in eternal rest.
In that context, a man’s genitals suddenly entered her mouth.
The uncomfortable space, the strangely twisted and bitter taste, and the brain-scrambling scent.
Was there any pleasure? Of course not. Tiamat sucked at his manhood with half-tears in her eyes—
‘This… is madness…’
A truly contradictory situation. She felt uncomfortable and displeased. It could not possibly be pleasant. Yet her abdomen grew hot.
No taste, no scent, nothing good—why did her stomach keep growling?
It made no sense. She could not even guess the principle. After all, she had lived without arousal for thousands of years.
“Hah… chuk, chyuub. Mmm…”
Finally, Tiamat had to release the light from her pupils.
She licked, sucked, and savored him as if possessed.
Blindly, fanatically, believing that nothing else could resolve her confusion.
Throb…
“……Mmm, heh… hah…”
Soon she was crouching in a very narrow posture, pleasuring him with one hand while secretly rubbing her own lower entrance with the other.
Only intermittent feminine moans and the sticky, wet sounds of dripping mucus filled the greenhouse.
“Fuh… hah… Ah, Isaac. Does… it feel good…?”
Tiamat pulled her chin back briefly to catch her breath and asked.
She looked up at him with the most lewd eyes from below, inquiring about her service.
Though she surely had no deeper intention, the question had slipped out.
“……”
In Isaac’s position, listening to that question, dark thoughts could not help but surge.
He had already reached his limit. Isaac clenched his lips silently and grabbed Tiamat’s hair.
“A, Isaac?”
“……”
“Why suddenly pull my hair—?!”
Fwoosh!!
Tiamat could not finish her words or hear the answer to her question.
She had no choice but to naturally understand his intent.
“I’m sorry, Tia.”
“M-Muh…?!”
“……Please bear with me a little longer.”
Isaac gripped her hair like a handle and pulled her back and forth.
Her small mouth moved automatically, allowing him to thrust deeper into her throat.
Though the gesture lacked consideration, Tiamat had no choice but to endure with a pained expression—
‘I don’t… understand… what this is.’
Beside that distorted face, her eyes overflowed with scorching heat and raw desire. Her body, pushed to its limits, was no different.
‘……I don’t quite know what’s going on.’
Tiamat half-rolled her eyes and surrendered her head to his hands.
Her right hand stimulated her nipple, and her left rubbed her own lower lips.
She had lost to lust and desire.
‘It… feels… so good….’
Soon her legs went limp.
‘……Ah!’
Thud!
“Uuguk!?”
The moment her body collapsed, the position of her mouth around his manhood shifted naturally.
She was suddenly stimulated at the tip of his manhood touching the roof of her mouth, and Isaac reached his limit at the same time.
“Clop……!”
“……!?”
Spurt, spurt!!
Feeling something gushing, Tiamat instinctively knew: Isaac had climaxed inside her, flooding her mouth.
Fut…! Pyuub, bub!
“Heh… eep, fuh…?”
Her own peak was no different. She spread her legs in a W shape, soaking the plants around her with her fluids.
“……Hah… u…”
Isaac did not release her hair until the very end.
He used her mouth and tongue as tools to the limit, drawing every drop of his white seed from within her.
How much time had passed?
Even if the short time lasted about a minute, it felt like an eternity to them. When both finally calmed down,
Isaac gazed down at her in a daze, and Tiamat looked up at him pleadingly, still holding his manhood in her mouth.
Soon Isaac murmured as if still entranced.
“……Tia. Now, can you swallow what you’re holding in your mouth?”
“……”
The words were phrased as a request.
Yet they were nothing less than a command.
Tiamat’s cheeks flushed red again despite herself—
Gulp…!
Her throat bobbed once.
Down her esophagus, Isaac’s white seed flowed inside.