The Plum Blossom Swordsman Reincarnated into a Count's Family

"I have no need of money or relics. I already have plenty of both. As for compensation… do it with your body, the same way Sharnell did."

Priscilla's frigid gaze locked onto me.

"Compensate with my body…? I assume you are not asking for my Dragon Heart. So you would have me become your sex slave?"

"Not a sex slave. A maid. Sharnell had nothing else to offer me, so she became my maid."

"…You would have me become your maid? How is that any different from becoming a sex slave?"

"It is different, regardless. What will you do?"

Priscilla crossed her arms.

That was a bad sign. Somewhere I'd read that folding one's arms was a psychological tell — a gesture of wariness and rejection.

"I have conditions."

Not a cold refusal, then. I nearly exhaled in relief and had to force it down.

"Yes. Name them."

"One year. When one year has passed, you will release both me and Sharnell."

"…Sharnell as well?"

"Yes. And the clock starts now."

"By 'now,' you mean this moment here in the dream world — not real-world time?"

"Correct. Is there a problem?"

"There most certainly is. One year is far too short. We could easily be trapped in this world for longer than that. At minimum I want one year by real-world standards… no. Even that is too short. I want three years at the very least."

"You intend to work a dragon for three full years?"

Priscilla's gaze turned colder still. I didn't flinch. Backing down out of fear here would be a fatal mistake.

"By the standards of someone who has lived for thousands of years, Lady Priscilla, three years is nothing."

"…For me, perhaps. But Sharnell is human, the same as you."

"I'll make an exception for Sharnell. Six months. How does that sound?"

"……"

Priscilla closed her eyes. She weighed the matter in silence, then let out a long breath and opened them again.

"Very ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠well. I accept your proposal. Know that a promise, once made, must be kept."

"As if I would dare swindle Lady Priscilla."

There was something she was overlooking. Sharnell had already been thoroughly trained by me. Even if I set her free, she would never leave.

"Well then, Priscilla."

"……"

Her brow twitched. I pressed on before she could explode.

"Calm down. You already agreed to be my maid."

"…I will not call you Master."

"I don't care about titles."

Honorifics were the least of my concerns. What mattered right now was the cock straining hard between my legs.

"Priscilla. Service my cock with your mouth."

I stepped toward her. Priscilla regarded me with an expressionless face, then, as if resigned to the inevitable, sank to her knees on the floor and brought her face level with my cock.

"Since I have agreed to this, I will finish it quickly."

Without a trace of shame, Priscilla took hold of my cock in her hand. Then, without hesitation, she took it into her mouth.

No erogenous zones registered. Her frigidity was the same as ever.

With my cock in her mouth, Priscilla sucked with the mechanical efficiency of a machine. She was worse at fellatio than Sharnell. I understood it was a matter of experience — she had almost none — but it was still disappointing. I seized her head and yanked her forward hard. The head of my cock slammed against her soft palate and slid down into her throat.

"Ghk—?!"

Priscilla reacted on pure instinct. Her hands clamped onto my hips, and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. I rolled my hips and used her throat for my pleasure.

I could see her suffering. She tried desperately to draw breath, but my constant movement made even that nearly impossible.

The throat grip isn't bad. She seems to like it rough… so Priscilla must be enjoying this too, right?

I looked down at her face. Our eyes met. That lofty Ancient Dragon, Priscilla, was gazing up at me with blue eyes brimming with tears. A wave of pure psychological satisfaction crashed through me.

My cock pulsed and began to spill. I flooded her throat with thick, sticky cum, my hips trembling faintly with the pleasure of release.

"Pwah…. Is it over…?"

Priscilla spat the cum I had just pumped into her straight back out of her mouth. She wiped the residue from her lips with the back of her hand, utterly indifferent, and started to rise.

"Haha. Don't be ridiculous. You think that's all? We're just getting started."

I lunged at her. I slammed her back down before she could stand and tore the dress from her body by force. In an instant she was bare.

I'd half expected her pussy to be wet…

Between Priscilla's thighs, her tightly closed pink pussy was completely dry. Not a single trace of moisture.

Sprawled on the floor, Priscilla looked up at me with that same blank expression. Her breasts were smaller than Sharnell's, but still full and white, the nipples a soft pink. I slapped one of them with my open palm. She narrowed her eyes. That was the full extent of her reaction.

I buried my face between Priscilla's pale thighs. Her pussy was as smooth and hairless as Sharnell's, and I covered it with my mouth.

Slurp—!

I sucked hard. Air, spit, and flesh mixed into a filthy wet sound.

"Nnh…."

Priscilla's body gave a small jolt. Erogenous Amplification never failed me.

Priscilla is frigid. That means the stimulation has to be stronger.

Sluuurp! Slurp! Schlrppp!

I sucked her pussy with everything I had. After a while, her small clit began to swell, and I felt the faintest trickle of wetness seeping out. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mashed her clit with my tongue and drove my fingers into her cunt.

Even with every technique I knew, the fluids she produced were meager. Considering I had Erogenous Amplification active, it was almost astonishing.

Still, this should be enough to put my cock in.

I started in missionary, spreading her arms and legs as wide as they would go.

"……"

Any ordinary woman would have been so mortified she'd whip her head to the side. Priscilla simply watched me with that same impassive face.

"Are you going to put it in now?"

"Aren't you looking forward to it?"

"There is no reason I should. This is nothing more than a simple sexual act."

"You enjoyed it last time."

"That was clearly the influence of the dream world."

She spoke with absolute conviction. Hearing her say it only made me want to break her all the more.

I pushed my cock into her pussy. She wasn't fully wet, so the fit was brutally tight — but I still sank in to the hilt.

"There. All the way in. How does it feel? Can you feel my cock?"

"I feel a foreign object."

"…That's it?"

"What more do you expect?"

I stared hard at her face. She wasn't bluffing.

"Like last time… is it all right if I choke you?"

"Does such an act hold any meaning?"

"It does."

"……Do as you will."

Permission granted.

I wrapped both hands around Priscilla's throat at once. Her slender neck looked as if the slightest pressure would snap it — ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠though in truth, no ordinary force could break the neck of an Ancient Dragon.

I began to squeeze, slowly.

"……"

Her face remained blank, but her pussy answered with perfect honesty. The grip tightened. The walls of her cunt stirred and clenched. The amount of wetness she was producing climbed steadily.

Hss… hss…

Priscilla's mouth fell open as she fought desperately for air. I let her take the barest sips of breath.

"Ghk… ghhk…"

I locked my grip on her throat and started thrusting. Schlick, schlick. Lewd wet sounds poured from her pussy. Even Priscilla's expressionless mask began to crack — her eyes lost their composure, her cheeks flushed a deep red.

"Priscilla. If this keeps up, you might actually die. Priscilla Lipdas, the Ancient Dragon, strangled to death by a human…. What a pathetic way to go, don't you think?"

"Grrrk… hhk!"

Thud, thud.

Her bare feet slapped against the floor. At the same time her hands seized my wrists, squeezing as if to tell me to stop. I only choked her harder and kept driving my hips.

Spurt.

A thin jet of fluid shot from her pussy and spattered across my lower belly. I smirked at that adorable little reaction and eased the pressure on her throat.

"Haah, hah…! Haa! Haa, haa…"

Priscilla gasped for air. Her body went slack. That once-tight pussy was now soaked and perfect for fucking. I gripped her thighs and slammed my cock into her cunt over and over. The clear imprint of my hands stood out on her throat.

I came inside Priscilla's convulsing pussy. The moment I pulled out, white cum spilled from her in a thick trickle.

"……"

I felt eyes on me. Turning ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my head, I found Sharnell — awake from her faint — staring blankly in our direction. I flashed her a grin and rose to my feet.

Then I set my foot on the face of Priscilla, who was still lost in the aftershocks of climax.

"Ghhk?! W-what do you think you are doing…! Remove your foot at once!"

"Shut up, Priscilla. For the next three years, you're my maid. And a maid serves with her body."

"……"

Priscilla closed her mouth. She glared up at me from below. I watched her pussy twitch.

So her cunt really does respond.

With that, I had identified two of Priscilla's sexual kinks.

The first was the fear of death. Priscilla was a creature that had reigned as the strongest for thousands of years. The moment her throat was crushed and death drew near, her body had reacted with violent intensity.

At first I thought she was a masochist who got off on pain… but that's not it.

The second was the humiliation of being dominated by an inferior species — by me. The way her pussy kept twitching while I stepped on her face was proof enough. Those eyes still glared up at me with murderous intent, but the body told a different story.

Still standing on Priscilla's face, I took hold of my cock. I aimed at her torso and let go. A stream of bright yellow liquid soiled the body of the Ancient Dragon.

"Hahk! M-Master…!"

Sharnell cried out in horror.

"……Kh."

Priscilla squeezed her eyes shut, unable to endure the degradation. Her pussy was fluttering even harder than before.

When I finished pissing, I stepped on her cunt instead.

"……"

Her reaction this time was lukewarm. Having her face stepped on clearly did more for her than having her pussy crushed underfoot.

So I sat squarely on her face. I could feel her breath against my asshole.

"Priscilla. Lick my asshole. Surely a master wouldn't be worse at this than her own disciple?"

"This was never part of the agreement! Get off me!"

"You already agreed to be my maid. And all of my maids are expected, at minimum, to rim my ass. Sharnell did it. A dragon wouldn't go back on her word, would she?"

"…I should never have accepted your proposal."

"Too late for regrets."

"……"

A warm, wet tongue pressed against my asshole. Priscilla's tongue. I savored her awkward rimming while I grabbed her breasts and yanked them upward hard. They stretched like soft rice cakes.

"Hhk… Master…!"

Sharnell was staring. Her red eyes were burning, and her right hand had slipped between her thighs. Watching her master get used by me had turned her on.

Discovering Sharnell's new kink left me slightly speechless.

Well. Fine by me. We've got plenty of time ahead — time enough to fuck Priscilla and Sharnell senseless.