A Dragon Appears
“Haaang, hot… haaaang!”
Jena von Darius regretted her decision as the moans seeped through the door. It wasn’t a big deal that Marian and the hero were tangled up together—Allen wasn’t someone she could monopolize anyway, and she’d already shared his body with Karen before. Besides, since he’d promised her a reward, there was no reason to regret setting him up with Marian.
What she did regret was something else entirely. Volunteering to stand guard while Allen fucked Marian had been a clear mistake. The shabby room, unfit for a saintess, had abysmal soundproofing, and Jena could hear every one of Marian’s moans as if she were right there beside them. Sure, her heightened senses as a knight played a part, but the real issue was how those sounds were driving her insane.
“Haa… haa…”
Jena frowned, feeling her breath quicken without realizing it. Memories flooded back of Allen’s cock teasing her hole, the sensation now making her pussy itch unbearably. She desperately wanted to touch herself right then and there, but the location was all wrong. Getting caught masturbating while guarding the saintess’s privacy would be laughably pathetic.
“Huaaang, yes!”
I’m going crazy.
Jena clenched her inner thighs at Marian’s voice ringing out again. Her panties were already soaked, her body heating up like she had a fever. They said you always craved what you’d tasted before, and knowing exactly what kind of pleasure Marian was feeling right now only made her lust boil over even more.
Is anyone around? The paladins are all outside, and there’s no way a priest could sneak up without me noticing…
Starting to rationalize it to herself, Jena cautiously slipped a hand toward her crotch. The heat from her pussy warmed her palm, and she gingerly rubbed her clit with upright fingers.
“Oh!”
A lewd pleasure shot up from her lower body, swiftly conquering her brain. She started over her pants, but her hand soon dove inside her panties. Stimulating her swollen, dripping clit brought a glimmer of relief. It was nothing compared to Allen’s thick cock pounding her, of course—but a thirsty man clings to even a single sip of water.
“Hng… haaaang!”
“Haa… haa…”
Jena tuned into Marian’s moans from beyond the creaky door as she pleasured herself. It felt like she’d merged with the saintess, the image of Allen’s cock tormenting some part of her body vivid in her mind. Her fingers, teasing her clit, soon plunged inside her pussy, and her body—once steadfastly guarding the door—now leaned against it, trembling on the verge of collapse.
I’m… I’m losing it.
Jena knew her actions weren’t normal. Masturbating openly in the church of all places, in such an exposed spot—she was no better than a broken bitch in heat. But thinking of herself that way only sparked another wave of filthy pleasure.
“Huaaaang!”
As Marian’s voice peaked in apparent orgasm, Jena thrust deep into her own pussy. She came lightly in sync, her body shuddering.
Hm?
It was right then, as her climax faded, that Jena sensed something off. A menacing aura hung in the air. She snapped her head up to the sky.
The night sky was dark after sunset, but even so, a massive red silhouette revealed its majesty, streaking across the heavens.
A… a dragon?
That’s right. What Jena saw was a colossal red dragon soaring through the empire’s skies.
She rubbed her eyes—sticky with her own juices—and looked again. She recalled hearing that women sometimes hallucinated wild things during orgasm. Some saw stars, others flower petals dancing in the air. Seeing a red dragon felt absurdly out there, but honestly, a dragon appearing over the imperial capital was even more ridiculous.
“Wh-what? It’s real?”
No matter how much she rubbed, the red dragon didn’t vanish. Soon, chaotic reactions from others who’d spotted it echoed around her. Priests murmuring in the distance, then the tolling bells signaling an enemy intrusion.
Realizing it wasn’t a hallucination, Jena flung open Marian’s door.
“Hero!”
“Kyaaak!”
Marian screamed mid-fuck with Allen, but that wasn’t important now.
“A dragon—a dragon has appeared!”
‘A dragon?’
I stared at Jena in disbelief, then scowled. As far as I knew, only one dragon remained on the continent.
Why the hell is that chicken-headed bitch here?
I shot to my feet, sending Marian—who’d been sprawled atop me—tumbling backward. Her spread legs revealed her pussy, which was a shame to miss, but there’d be other chances.
I threw on my clothes in a rush and barked at the wide-eyed Marian.
“Marian, get dressed quick. This is an emergency.”
With that, I bolted from her room. Sure enough, a red dragon circled lazily over the capital’s skies, just as Jena said.
The confirmation of a real dragon made my head throb. That crimson hide matched the idiot dragon I knew all too well.
Kamara de Bradell.
That was the name of the dragon leisurely wheeling overhead. And yeah, I had history with her. Not exactly bad blood—back in the first timeline, she’d even been my ally. But unlike Marian’s case of piled-up misunderstandings, ours was different.
“Wh-what’s it… doing?”
“It feels ominous…”
Marian and Jena, who’d followed me out, gawked at Kamara and shouted.
The dragon spread its massive wings, hovering before the imperial palace, then cracked open its vicious maw. A red glow, matching its scales, gathered in its throat. I bellowed like I was having a fit.
“You fucking blockhead!!!”
The condensed fireball streaked straight like a line across the sky, smashing a chunk of the palace to bits. It was utter devastation. A dragon’s Breath wasn’t just some flame spit—its destructive power was on another level.
The shockwave reached us even here, far from the palace. No doubt it was pandemonium over there.
“Br-Breath… Is it Demon King army?”
“No.”
I scowled at Marian’s question and shot back.
“Do you… know this dragon?”
Jena asked me directly. She realized how odd the question was and glanced skyward again, but I answered honestly.
“Yeah, I know her very well.”
Jena and Marian’s eyes snapped to me in unison. They both knew I’d grown up in some backwater village called Kalein, so claiming to know a dragon naturally raised eyebrows. But there was no suspicion in their gazes—only burning curiosity about how I knew one.
Eh, I can always sell out the World Tree if it comes to that.
I had no intention of spilling the full regression truth, so I brushed it off and turned to them.
“We’re heading to the palace.”
A section was already obliterated, but the damage probably wasn’t catastrophic. Like I told Jena, I knew that dragon inside out—and exactly why she’d suddenly blasted the palace with her Breath.