Whiplash (Part 4)
Douglas Havertz had been an outstanding mage. At least Tiamat had never seen anyone among humans with talent that surpassed him to that extent.
If given a little more time than a human lifespan, she believed he would have certainly reached the same realm.
The last time she had seen his face was probably around three years ago, during the mourning ceremony when the late emperor—King of the Old—passed away from old age.
People from across the continent had gathered for the memorial day, not just from the Altmain Empire.
She had not met him since the graduation ceremony tens of years earlier, but by then Douglas had already been on the verge of the 9th circle.
How shocked she had been when she peeked at his realm at that moment. Before even the joy of a disciple’s growth, a hidden sense of jealousy had surfaced.
Even though he was far from the compassionate type compared to the red dragon, he was still a green dragon.
Indeed… she remembered that the last person to have reached that level of realm had been a sword artist from three hundred years ago.
Personally, considering humans’ potential high, Tiamat felt a genuine smile in her heart.
Originally, exactly three hundred years ago, she had established the academy right after that sword artist’s tragic death for the same reason.
She felt a certain satisfaction in teaching humans, and the late emperor’s intent had been fundamentally no different from hers.
“Lord Archmage has passed on.”
It was only after the late king’s funeral that she heard another obituary.
The moment she received the news from Hela, she could not help but be startled.
No, could anyone possibly kill an archmage on the verge of the 9th circle?
Had the ice mage acted? Or was it the Sword Saint’s doing? Or had some other dragon clan that had gradually lost contact done something…?
All those speculations were wrong. On that day, Tiamat first heard Isaac Havertz’s name.
“This… what is this?”
She had received reports through her private information network about the events that had occurred in the Havertz family mansion that day.
The artificial sun rising in the night sky, lightning pouring down like divine punishment, the earth repeatedly flipping over, the vast magic circle sealing off the entire mansion.
From any perspective, it was not something a single 8th-circle mage could have accomplished. It was a chaotic scene that required the 9th circle, or at least both 8th and 9th circles, to explain.
Even though the new Duke of Havertz could not perform the funeral rites for his father, that was a separate matter.
But she soon learned how such a thing—a disruption of the natural order—had occurred within that family.
Personally, the basement beneath the ruined mansion she had investigated, and the conversations among the servants she had overheard unintentionally in the duke’s mansion.
She could not even imagine how desolate it would feel to know all the truths.
The daughter who had been born with special power, the father who had experimented on her body, and the son who had committed the ultimate sin to protect that father.
The guilt over her former disciple having strayed so far had swelled greatly.
Since she knew Douglas’s nature had not been like that from the beginning, it was even more so.
For Tiamat, tens of years was not such a long time, but the same principle could not apply to humans.
Douglas had probably twisted somewhere as he aged.
Unfortunately, that part was unavoidable.
It had only caused a slight pang of regret that she had not corrected it in advance.
And—probably because of that. That was why she had wanted to treat the young man named Isaac Havertz favorably.
The moment she saw him, she had already seen through his mental state to some extent… anyway.
After all, he was a person who would soon become her student.
And yet the first words he had spoken were “Won’t you become my mount?”
Well, there was no room for excuses, but that had been her kindness and consideration.
Ultimately, if she made Isaac her husband, the emperor, the Sword Saint, the Havertz family, and their siblings would no longer be able to touch her.
While achieving her own wishes. In common terms, it was like the saying that the upper and lower parts support each other—that both sides would be satisfied.
That was why there was only one problem in her highly refined plan.
“If you were so blatantly seducing me, then today you will have to keep me company. Principal.”
“Even if you do not wish for it, Tia.”
Isaac Havertz was not a being who only moved according to her will.
She had mounted him naked to ease his wounds… and he had ended up in a position to tie her down instead.
That was all.
*****
“…”
Tiamat blinked her eyes slowly. Until just a moment ago, she had seemed to be recalling various things from the old days.
Had her consciousness briefly drifted?
“Ah…”
The moment she thought of that possibility, a dry chuckle escaped her lips first.
It was because it was impossible. The consciousness of the dragon, the greatest being on the continent and the creature closest to transcendence, drifting away like that?
Unless they were actually fighting to the death among dragon clans, assuming such a thing was even absurd.
Wham!!
“Ugh…”
Tiamat could not continue her overly melodramatic thoughts. Before that, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed, and she felt the foreign object inside her womb with clarity.
And that her emerald green ponytail, which she had bound like a tail hours earlier, was now being gripped by an extremely rough hand.
“Hyuuuuk…! Uh, heeup. Heup.”
She struggled to blink her eyes filled with pain and an unknown pleasure.
And she exhaled a violent breath. The hot breath seeping from between her lips carried an inexplicable lewdness.
What exactly was happening?
The questions had come rushing up first, but in truth, she could not avoid knowing the answer even if she tried.
As her hazy consciousness returned, the memories of just before also returned.
“Ah… I see. That’s right.”
She realized what she was doing. Sex, intercourse—vulgarly, sex.
Moreover, it had already been repeated infinitely many times after tens of peaks.
Her eyes, somewhere empty, drooled. The silver strands of saliva flowing down her jawline were strangely lewd.
Her mind was blank. Just blank. A lightning bolt of white struck her brain endlessly, to the point that she had no room left to think of anything else.
She felt good. Her stomach was rumbling. The pink buds on her upright breasts stood stiffly out embarrassingly, and the same was true for the buds between her legs, receiving a man’s thing.
“Haa, haa…”
Slap!
“…!? Kih, heup. Eum. Heek.”
“…”
“Hu, hyaaah. H….”
Wham!!
“…Hyak! Mib, mihuk.”
Long nail scratches were carved into the sheet of the bed. There was little practical use, but she had no choice but to grab something.
Her lips, smeared with drool, instinctively bit the pillow, while her hips pushed back slightly.
“Hyaaah.”
…So, her mouth constantly let out pitiful moans as if in pain, but.
Her lower body, on the contrary, arranged itself to make it easy for the other person to ravage her.
It was a truly contradictory behavior. Tiamat had unconsciously become aware that she was doing something truly shameful.
Whether her face, flushed like a persimmon, was due to lust or shame, she could not tell.
It was an unknown matter. Tiamat simply turned her head blankly, looking at him who was pulling her hair like a handle.
“Ah… Isaac.”
The voice coming out was trembling excessively, perhaps because of her hazy mind like fog.
But she forced a smile and continued as if rolling gently.
“Isn’t it fine to cum inside now…? You always pull out every time you finish, which seems uncomfortable.”
“…”
“Heh, hehe. Don’t worry too much. Actually, being a half-dragon isn’t exactly easy to get pregnant just because it’s convenient….”
Crack!!!
“…Kk, huk!?”
Before finishing her sentence, Tiamat’s body shook greatly once. She had forgotten that Isaac’s thing was already inside her.
“!? Ok, ow, uk.”
With that state, what could she do? The tip of the glans scraped her vaginal walls without mercy, and a fountain of fluids gushed between her legs.
Her eyes convulsed without restraint. Having reached another grand climax, Tiamat calmed her roughened breathing shortly and composedly.
“Haa, huuuu.”
After slightly calming down, she looked back with eyes moistened by tears.
By now, Isaac’s hand held that watery whip. Tiamat’s eyes sparkled with violently conflicting emotions.
…Had he hit her butt with that just now? Since she had encouraged internal ejaculation so brazenly, had he slapped her skin to punish her?
‘He really goes crazy, ah, heup.’
The stinging prick like being pricked by needles. Even now, she wanted to reach out and rub her aching butt, but that was not permitted action.
Tiamat looked up at Isaac with a blush on both cheeks. She savored the shiver of being squeezed by her body while receiving his cold gaze deliberately.
And while chewing her lips, she said.
“Ju, just kidding….”
“…”
“Brazen words, I’m sorry. I won’t do it, so… please put it in again…!”
No one had ever told her to use a tone that lowered herself to him.
No one had ever told her not to raise her hips on her own.
It was purely her own will. Ironically, in the current humiliating posture she was showing, she took pleasure in the debauchery and wetted her thighs.
“…I will do as you wish, Tia.”
Isaac, for his part, received her such posture and demeanor very happily.
With a faintly thrilled smile, he immediately thrust his hips. His thighs and her hips met harshly.
Puuuk!!
“…Heek?!”
Tiamat immediately buried her head in the pillow. Because without that, the waves of pleasure that came in an instant would not be manageable.
Isaac firmly grabbed her green ponytail and murmured briefly.
“It is I who decide whether you will bear my seed inside you or not. Do you understand?”
“…Nye, heh!”
“So do not think at all and tighten inside. Maybe you know? If you make me satisfied, I will do it inside once.”
“Neheeh…! I-I will do my best to make you satisfied…!”
Tiamat answered almost screaming, and Isaac smiled satisfiedly.
Also, while gently fiddling with the whip in his hand… he looked down at her butt, which had lost its natural whiteness and flushed bright red.
The corners of Isaac’s mouth rose silently.
It was the first moment his hidden masochistic tendency, which he had been trying to ignore and had not wanted to reveal, raised its head.