The Hero Has Been Kidnapped
Kamara was furious at Lilite for treating her like a child. They'd crossed paths a few times back when Kamara was just a hatchling, but the demoness standing before her now had nothing likable about her. A mere succubus who sucked up human essence—what gave her the right to act superior to a great dragon who'd endured far longer than her? Ancient beings deserved respect simply for their age, but Kamara couldn't bring herself to give Lilite even that.
"If you have no intention of answering, then drop it."
"No way. When a kid asks, it's the elder's duty to answer properly."
Lilite flashed a sly smile at Kamara's wounded pride. She sauntered closer, pressing her lips near Kamara's ear and whispering with a sultry breath.
"Sex feels amazing, you know. To die for."
"...To die for?"
"Yeah. I don't know about other guys, but that man's cock is insane. Why do you think I betrayed everything for him?"
As she spoke, Lilite's hand drifted naturally toward Kamara's breast. Her fingers slipped skillfully under Kamara's clothes, making the dragon's body twitch involuntarily.
Succubi knew men's bodies inside out, but they were just as expert with women's. If anything, since Allen was Lilite's first real man, she understood a woman's pleasure points even better—her own body had taught her well.
Lilite's slender fingers roamed over Kamara's soft breast, circling teasingly around the areola without quite touching the nipple. It was only natural for Kamara to feel flustered by the deliberate avoidance. Even in her polymorphed human form, every sensation was vividly alive, and Lilite's touch was expert.
Above all, no one had ever dared fondle a dragon's breasts before—they were utterly uncharted territory. Kamara felt her nipples stiffen, the cells around her areola awakening in a rush that left her dizzy and confused.
Without realizing it, tension coiled in her lower body, a slick heat building between her legs.
"Mmm, you're quite responsive, aren't you? How about it? Wanna give our little one a taste today?"
Lilite whispered hotly into her ear, then pinched Kamara's nipple hard between her fingers.
"Ahh!"
The lewd moan escaping the dragon's lips was hard to believe. Kamara's face flushed crimson.
Smack.
That was when Kamara slapped Lilite's hand away. Sensing her body slipping out of control, she'd instinctively rejected the touch as a threat.
"Bullshit. I almost fell for your succubus tricks because I let my guard down!"
Kamara glared at Lilite like she wanted to devour her. She chalked up her body's strange reactions to the succubus's wiles, denying the pleasure outright.
"Hmph? Sure, think whatever you want."
Lilite hadn't used any abilities, so she felt a bit wronged, but she didn't bother defending herself. It wasn't like Kamara discovering the joys of sex would benefit her anyway. Her "elderly advice" ended there. Letting the annoying dragon bitch grow old and die without ever knowing life's pleasures? That wasn't half bad, in Lilite's book.
'What the actual fuck.'
I muttered a curse under my breath as I watched Kamara and Lilite's antics. Lilite suddenly groping Kamara wasn't a bad development from my perspective. I'd planned to sample the dragon eventually anyway, and any crack in her defenses was welcome.
That was part of why I'd let Lilite put on her little sex show. But watching Lilite casually fondle another woman—or Kamara getting aroused by it—didn't sit right with me. They just didn't seem... normal. It really drove home how they weren't human.
Though, thinking about it, humans like Marian and Jena weren't much different. Still, I felt uneasy and turned to Kamara.
"Kamara, we're heading back to the palace."
"Already?"
Lilite reacted first, pouting with obvious disappointment as she licked her lips. I shook my head lightly at the sight.
"Eh, too bad. Can't be helped—you're off to fuck up that vampire bitch, right?"
She gave me a lewd, knowing look. I nodded casually. The "fucking up" might not be what she had in mind, but we were going after Bellikiya.
"Kamara?"
"Uh, yeah? Got it. Let's go."
What was funny was Kamara's own barely hidden look of regret. I could guess why, and it nearly made me laugh, but I held it back. It wasn't time yet.
"See you later, Lilite."
"Yeah, sleep tight, Hero. Pussy."
"...What?"
"You said 'see you later,' so I was just making a pun."
I gaped at Lilite's ridiculous joke. She'd always seemed a bit off, but the more I learned, the more her reputation as one of the primordial demons felt like bullshit.
"Goddammit!"
In the Gaiana Church archives, Jena von Darius jumped at the sudden curse, whipping around. Lina, who'd come to help scour records on vampires and progenitors, did the same.
The profanity had come from the saintess herself. Jena, knowing Marian wasn't exactly "normal," glanced warily at Lina. The girl was close to the Hero, sure, but an outsider witnessing the saintess like this was awkward.
"...What is it, Marian?"
Jena finally asked. Lina looked outright scared, and Jena knew she had to smooth things over.
"No, I get it about that demon bitch. The Hero must've pulled her to our side somehow."
"Huh?"
Jena blinked at Marian's rambling, but her sharp mind pieced it together quickly. Somehow, the saintess could track the Hero remotely—probably soul projection—and whatever she'd seen had pissed her off.
"Demon?"
But a demon? Jena had no idea about Lilite, so Marian's words baffled her. Seeing that, Marian smirked smugly.
"You didn't know? Jena, you really don't know that much, do you?"
Jena felt a vein throb in her forehead at Marian's infuriating grin. The saintess's cocky tone would rile anyone—especially since she was the one who'd connected Jena to the Hero.
Still, piecing it together: the Hero was consorting with a demon, probably via sex. Obvious, really.
"Oh, that demon? Yeah, I know."
Jena played it off like she'd known all along. Her pride stung at being the only one out of the loop.
"Wait, you knew?"
"Of course. I know everything about the Hero. But that's not all, is it?"
Jena swiftly changed the subject before more questions. Marian's tone hinted at something else.
And she was right.
"That crazy dragon bitch kidnapped the Hero."
"What? Kidnapped?"
Jena's face twisted in disbelief. The Hero wasn't the type to get kidnapped easily, and the dragon had her own goals—like saving the Carshian Kingdom. They were here in the archives for vampire intel to help with that.
No matter how clever Jena was, a dragon kidnapping the Hero made zero sense.
"It's true. He's been dragged off to her lair right now."
Thud.
Lina dropped her book, Marian's confident words hitting like a bombshell.