Can't I Just Have Him Once?

When my ankle broke, the pain had been absolutely insane.

In that moment, I had genuinely come to hate Dragon. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠It was true that my heart had pulled away from the woman who had snapped my ankle and raped me.

So I wouldn't meet her eyes. I wouldn't speak to her. I had been hurt, after all — deeply.

But as time passed, I found myself turning it over more carefully in my mind.

Why had Dragon been so terrified of me leaving? Why had she wanted me beside her so badly that she would break my ankle to keep me there?

I thought back to the sad past she had shared with me. Her entire family slaughtered. The sole surviving member of the dragon race, living alone in this forest for hundreds of years. In that lonely existence, meeting me must have been an enormous happiness for her. A friend she had made for the first time in centuries, if you could call it that. That was what I must have been to her.

Looking at it that way… when I told her I was leaving because of what she had done, and she lost all reason and seized me — maybe it wasn't simply her fault. Maybe the circumstances she had been forced into had left her with no other way to act.

Of course, breaking my ankle and raping me had been wrong. Absolutely wrong. But Dragon was still the one who had saved me. The first being in this world to reach out a hand to me.

And when she had been taking me in a frenzy and accidentally cut my wrist with her claw — the way her reason had come flooding back, the way she had been tormented by guilt and torn out every one of her own nails — it was hard not to conclude that dragons simply had far more powerful sex drives than humans. That she struggled to keep it under control.

How did I know?

Well. Before she raped me, she had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠used me for hours of masturbation every night, and spent entire days making lewd requests. That alone made it clear her libido was on a completely different level from an ordinary human woman's.

And that wasn't the end of it. Even after the incident — after she broke my ankle and raped me — the evidence kept piling up. Every time she came back from a hunt, her face would be flushed bright red and her whole body slick with sweat, as if she had been masturbating the entire way home. She was probably releasing it in regular intervals before it could build up too far.

I would turn my back on her, pretending not to care — but the truth was I kept stealing glances, watching her. Watching the way her face was always crushed under the weight of guilt.

And even that wasn't everything. When she thought I was asleep, she would carefully approach and drape her wing over me. Before, she had always pulled me into her arms. After what happened, she only covered me lightly with a wing. Feeling how sorry she was made my chest ache a little.

"Hngk…♡ Haah…♡ Hah…♡"

But her desire kept overflowing. Roughly once an hour she would slip outside the cave to masturbate and come back — and her moans carried all the way inside. She would creep out on silent feet so she wouldn't wake me, work herself into a frenzy outside, return to lie beside me and cover me with her wing… then, about an hour later, get aroused again, go back out, and start the whole cycle over.

By that point, there was no denying it. Dragon's sex drive existed on a completely different plane from a human's. So the lewd requests she had made of me. Stealing my underwear. Rubbing her pussy against my face every night while she masturbated. Even the rape itself… I was starting to understand. For her, desire simply wasn't something she could help.

That still didn't make breaking my ankle okay. It had been a serious wrong. But honestly, I wasn't the type to hold grudges. Breaking my ankle had been a clear mistake — yet I had been the first friend she had made in hundreds of years, and I had suddenly announced I was leaving her. That didn't justify what she did. But when I pictured her guilt-stricken face, I found myself thinking there was nothing unforgivable about it.

For a full week after it happened, she had worn an expression that said she was sorry enough to die. And day by day, the pain in my ankle faded. It was healing faster than I expected.

Everyone makes mistakes, right? Everyone does wrong things. Thinking that way, my anger began to loosen. I started to understand her position. Looking back, the way I had told her I was leaving had been far too abrupt. Even if she hadn't forcibly stopped me, I probably would have come right back to the cave soon enough. At the time, the betrayal of feeling deceived had pushed me into extremes of my own.

The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠more deeply I thought it through, the more completely my anger dissolved. In a single week.

So I forgave her.

I was the one who reached out first. Dragon burst into tears. And I told her I wanted to hear her voice. I had always thought her voice was beautiful, and I wanted to help her finally set it free. Lying in a silent cave all day had been depressing, too — the truth was, I genuinely wanted to hear her speak.

…Yuan.

I'm sorry… And… I love you.

She granted my wish. Her voice was, just as I had imagined, extraordinarily beautiful. She fell asleep comfortably in my arms, and I fell asleep in hers.

And the next morning, I was masturbating.

Leaning against a thick oak outside the cave, pants and underwear shoved down, I gripped my massively erect cock in my right hand and stroked. I had started masturbating after Dragon raped me. Ever since that night, it was as if some lewd demon had taken hold of me. Her body kept surfacing in my mind. The full-body, trembling pleasure of that moment kept replaying, and I would get hard at the most inconvenient times. So from then on, I needed to jerk off at least once a day. I didn't want her seeing my cock tenting stiffly against my clothes.

And whenever I did it, I always pictured the moment she had raped me. I really might have been a pervert — getting off to the memory of being raped.

Usually I waited until she left to hunt, but today she was sleeping in, so I had no choice but to sneak outside while she slept.

"Nngh… Dragon…"

Throb— throb-throb—

A thick rope of cum shot hard onto the ground. Calling her name when I came had become a habit. It just felt better that way.

I limped over to the nearby stream, washed my hands, cleaned the cum and pre-cum off my cock, and headed back. Whew. Even a short distance took forever when you were hobbling.

Dragon was still asleep. Though… why did her face look so red?

Anyway. This was the first morning after we had made up. Maybe I should try preparing breakfast.

Pretending to sleep was harder than it looked.

While Yuan hummed to himself preparing breakfast, I put on the performance of a lifetime and rose as if I had just woken up.

"Ah, Dragon! You're awake?"

That calm, innocent face of his. It was almost impossible to believe this was the same face that had been calling my name while he masturbated moments ago. The thought of that sweet, pure Yuan stroking himself and moaning my name… it made me so wet I could barely stand it. I wanted to pin him down right then and there.

I scrawled the words hastily on the floor and fled outside. Then I crouched by a stream a safe distance from the cave and plunged my fingers into my entrance.

Schlick—♡ Squish—♡

"Hooohk…♡ Hngh…♡"

The image of Yuan's hand pumping up and down over a cock slick with pre-cum. The filthy little sounds spilling from his mouth. Nngh… Dragon… And the way he had called for me so desperately when he came. The whole scene flooded my mind into a sticky, chaotic mess of pure lust.

I masturbated for a long time before I finally managed to quiet my heat-stricken body and return to the cave.

"Dragon, your face is all red. Pfft…"

Yuan teased me lightly. What was that look in his eyes — like he knew everything?

"But… is it still hard for you to speak naturally?" he asked carefully. "You wrote on the floor instead of saying anything before you left…"

Going to the bathroom — be right back. That was what I had scribbled in my rush. Right. I could speak now.

I carefully opened my mouth. I worried my voice might not come out — that the trauma would surge up the way it always did and clamp my throat shut — but…

"I… I'm sorry. Writing on the floor instead of speaking has become a habit…"

Thankfully, my voice came out fine. After yesterday, it seemed I had overcome a little of the trauma.

Still — I had written on the floor out of pure habit, even though I could use my voice in front of Yuan now. Speaking in front of anyone else would still terrify me. But with him, it was all right.

"Wow. Your voice… it's just as beautiful as I thought."

He said it while stretching up to stroke my hair.

"…?!"

This smaller man going up on his tiptoes to pet my head. Why was that so hot? No. No. Get a grip.

"Dragon, breakfast is mushroom soup and roast venison…!"

"Thank you. I'll enjoy it."

Using my voice still felt awkward — but in front of Yuan, I could finally speak freely.

After breakfast, I told him I was going hunting and headed for Fox's place. The reason was simple. I needed to check whether I was pregnant from the last time we had sex. That required a pregnancy test, and pregnancy tests could only be bought in the human village. If I showed up there myself, the whole place would erupt over a dragon appearing. So I planned to ask Fox to buy one for me instead. She could hide her ears and tail under a robe and pass for human well enough that she often went into the village to shop for whatever she wanted.

I had brought plenty of fruit and meat she would like. She would at least hear me out about the pregnancy test. Though… after how angry she had been last time we met, maybe she would refuse.

Thinking that, I arrived at the little treehouse high in a massive forest tree. I climbed the wooden steps and knocked.

Knock, knock.

"Haaahn…♡ Who is it…?"

Fox's voice came through the door. I tried to answer, but my throat locked shut just the same. If it wasn't Yuan, I was still too afraid to speak.

Knock, knock, knock.

I kept rapping in silence until the door suddenly flew open. A thick wave of her scent rolled out.

"Hoo…♡ Huh? Little dragon? Well, hey~ What's up? You coming all the way to my place ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠is pretty rare."

I held out a paper I had written in advance.

Fox read it, then smiled with a dark, creeping curl of her lips.

"Heh-heh…♡ Then… can I just have that human — Yuan — once?"

Her voice was enough to make my skin crawl.

"F…fuck…♡ Ever since I met that male human, my pussy has been dripping nonstop for twenty-four hours straight… I can't take it anymore… I was just masturbating with a dildo, actually…♡ So you need a pregnancy test, huh? That means you did it with him too? Heh-heh…♡ I want a turn. Just once. Okay?"

"…"

At her words, my fist clenched tight.