Mixing with the Dragon #3
The dark crimson pool that ought to have reeked of iron instead gave off only a fragrant scent.
It was exactly the scent he had known from Semiramis’s skin.
Adonis dipped his feet into the dark crimson bath and felt the soft yet sticky water coil around them.
Was this what massage oil felt like?
Awkward though he was, Adonis submerged both feet.
“Immerse yourself. Just as you always have.”
Semiramis drew close and whispered against his ear; Adonis’s body slowly sank.
Like settling into a swamp, he eased himself into the dark crimson pool—down, just as always, until his backside touched the bottom.
“Ah……”
The moment he was fully submerged, an involuntary moan slipped from Adonis’s lips.
The alien sensation of warm, thick water wrapping around him felt good. On top of that, Semiramis clung to him, sandwiching his arm between her breasts, and blood surged hard toward his manhood.
Skin so clean it bore not a single fine hair save for her locks and brows. The largest breasts he had ever seen on any woman—firm, never sagging, elastic and soft at once. She nestled his arm deep in that valley and rubbed the tips against his solid chest; there was no way the stimulation could leave him unmoved.
“Heh-heh. You seem quite aroused.”
Semiramis’s lips curved as the fingers that had been stroking his firm thigh began to crawl upward. She traced every vein with deliberate care, and Adonis’s thighs trembled.
Higher. Still higher.
When those slowly climbing fingers finally reached the root of his manhood, a faint moan escaped his lips.
Neither large nor small—slightly below average—and the seed pouch beneath. Adonis had already forgotten every scrap of inferiority about his male organ; he only burned for those elegant fingers to stroke him. The desperate light in his eyes and the way his lips kept parting and closing proved it.
Semiramis teased him, half-masturbating, half-withholding, until the sight of his pleading face changed her mind. She wanted to seize the manhood in her hand and wring the seed from him at once—only then could she give relief to the man writhing with need.
“Ugh?!”
Squelch.
A sound that should never have been audible reached him, and at the same instant a pleasure that lanced up his spine tore a moan from Adonis’s throat. The wet noise a hand made only when coated in sticky gel, paired with Semiramis’s lovely fingers sliding up and down his shaft. Even though it was the same act he performed alone, the pleasure was utterly different—agonizing and rapturous at once.
“Semi…ramis……”
“Yes. Don’t hold back. Feel everything. If you want to come, come as much as you like.”
He barely managed to force her name past his lips; Semiramis answered by breathing hot against his ear. When her ringed fingers stroked hard over the flared ridge of his glans, Adonis’s legs shook violently. Pleasure climbed so high his vision began to darken.
“I—I think it’s coming…!”
“How delightful. Don’t worry about dirtying the bath. Simply surrender to the pleasure.”
Smiling, she stroked faster. The manhood could no longer endure; it shuddered and spilled its seed. In the overwhelming rush that felt as though every fluid in his body were pouring out through that single point, Adonis went limp. Had he not collapsed into the arms of the woman embracing him, he would have sunk head-first beneath the surface.
“Haa… haa……”
He had done nothing but sit still, yet sweet breath still poured from his mouth—the pleasure he had never known in his life had left him gasping.
While he recovered, Semiramis swirled her fingers, gathering the thick, cloudy semen that had spurted from his tip onto the pad of her index finger. Magic kept it from dissolving or soaking into the dark crimson water.
“Semiramis… is that on your finger… my semen?”
“Yes. Your seed. Such a rare chance—I thought I should check the taste and scent, so I set it aside. Now then……”
What would it taste like?
She brought the milky droplet floating on her left index finger to her lips, opened wide, and swallowed it whole.
The fishy reek that usually proclaimed a male’s breeding power was mild, the quantity scant, the texture thin. Yet the life packed into every seed was more than worthy of a hero. At first glance his fertility seemed poor, but the quality of the seed itself was superb—an irony she could only note with quiet amusement.
“The maleness you speak of is lacking, yet this is seed that will sire fine children.”
She rolled the semen on her tongue, chewing with soft smacks until not a trace of the milky fluid remained. She had swallowed every drop, sending it down her throat.
“Fine children?”
A flicker of confidence entered Adonis’s voice. Semiramis simply nodded.
“Yes. Mate with a female and you would father excellent offspring. But that is not what you desire, is it?”
A scent so thick it verged on foul. The power to pour out seed enough to fill a womb to overflowing and still keep coming. A manhood thick and imposing enough to make any female who faced it drop to her knees of her own will. Those were the things he needed.
Semiramis smiled, picturing the manhood Adonis craved.
“Yes… that’s true, but—ugh!”
He had been answering in a daze when his brow knotted and a groan tore free—pain, not pleasure, and the sensation of muscles twisting. What was happening? Adonis fixed her with eyes sharpened by agony.
“Semiramis…! Why suddenly… this pain……”
“I will grant whatever you wish. That is why I prepared this bath.”
The reply was oblique, almost floating. He might have shouted for a real answer, yet instead he only clenched his teeth and moaned. For me. He turned those words over and over through the pain until understanding dawned: the manhood that should have hung limp after one release was growing heavy again—and the seed pouch with it.
Semiramis drew the man who was beginning to understand into her embrace and whispered with infinite tenderness.
“So you have realized. Forgive me for not warning you. The pain comes because, when you spent, this dark crimson water slipped inside through that opening. And this water is my blood mixed with magic.”
So the pool was Dragon Blood.
Even as he groaned, Adonis buried his face in her cleavage. The soft breasts molded perfectly against his cheeks and would not let go. Their warmth and scent seemed to ease the pain a little. Semiramis hugged the clinging man still tighter, gazing down with eyes molten with lust and maternal love, clearly feeling the manhood swelling against her, and she smiled.
“The blood that has entered you will reshape your body. The pain is only temporary—do not fear it. It will end soon.”
Then all was well. Adonis clung to her voice and let the worst of the fear drain away.
“Haa… haa……”
The eternity of agony finally began to recede. Drenched in sweat, he rested in her arms until every last twinge vanished and his breathing steadied.
“Has the pain… subsided?”
“Yes. Thanks to you.”
Still nestled against her, he answered. Semiramis looked down with open pride—he had endured the harshest moment of the transformation’s foundation.
“You cannot see it beneath the water, yet you must have felt that your lower flesh has changed. Will you stand and look?”
“I should.”
Adonis left her embrace and rose carefully. His legs still trembled from the aftershocks, but they held.
“Ah!”
It had grown. Only a little, yet unmistakably larger. Joy flooded him; he turned eyes bright with emotion upon Semiramis. She smiled languidly and lifted his seed pouch on the tips of both hands, the gesture almost worshipful.
“From this moment you will spend three days and three nights with me in this bath. By the end, your body will have accepted my blood completely and left humanity behind.”
“Left… humanity?”
Standing, Adonis tilted his head. Semiramis nodded, gaze still fixed on the pouch in her hands. So that was why she had asked about lifespan. The pieces clicked into place and a quiet relief settled through him. The sudden news that he must abandon humanity unsettled him only for a heartbeat—he had already resolved himself.
“What happens when I leave humanity?”
“Born human, you can never become a true dragon. Yet you will be reborn as something infinitely close—an Inryong. By bathing in my blood for three days, drinking it, and joining bodies with me, it will be done. Are you… afraid?”
She longed to remake him into a dragon in human form, yet she would never force him if he refused. That uncertainty trembled in her voice.
Adonis lowered himself until their eyes met squarely and spoke without flinching.
“I am not afraid. You prepared all of this for my sake. Even if it were not the price I owed, I would have accepted gladly.”
The words were spoken with something of a hero’s bearing. Semiramis’s face bloomed as bright as a flower opening. The sight made Adonis flush and press his lips tight—lest the blood boiling in him leap out at the sheer loveliness of her.
“Then there is nothing left to hesitate over.”
She laughed for a long while. Adonis cleared his throat, steadied his voice, and answered with rarer solemnity than usual.
“Semiramis. I am lacking—again and again I am lacking—yet even so I swear I will love and cherish you until the breath leaves my body. And… thank you for granting me this glory I do not deserve.”
“A vow.”
She murmured the word as if it meant little, yet inside she was in chaos with joy. She had to answer at once—her mind raced with that single need—until the very urgency left her speechless. Then, ah. A perfect idea rose. Kneeling, she slowly parted her lips.
“Stand for a moment, will you?”
Adonis cocked his head at the sudden request, yet rose as bidden. His thighs and calves were already a fraction thicker; manhood and seed pouch stood fully in view. He swallowed hard looking down at the woman kneeling before his crotch. Her eyes were calm yet burning; blood flooded into him until he stood rigid and twitching.
Semiramis regarded the insolently throbbing flesh, then spoke with quiet certainty that he would rejoice.
“I swear as well. To you—who shall be both my child and my mate—I will give everything.”
Haa.
Hot breath from her lips teased the shaft as those red, alluring lips drew right to the tip of his urethra.
Smack.
Hands planted on the bath floor, Semiramis pressed a kiss to his glans—like a bitch in heat worshipping the manhood she served.
Once.
Twice.
Each successive kiss sent a clear, sweet tremor racing up Adonis’s spine. Only after raining dense kisses upon the head for a long while did her lips finally leave it.
“Haa…… Brace yourself. You will need the strength to take me for three full days.”
The kneeling female exhaled another scorching breath. Adonis’s eyes went blood-red as he bent toward her.