Chapter 65 Interlude – Nourishing the Evil Dragon’s Child ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I held Yaten close, her body soft and full like an earth mother goddess (T/N: archetype of fertility). Within the warmth of the bathtub, we lost ourselves in the intimacy of mates nurturing love.
Her fertile form, like the roots of a Giant Tree, settled on my lap. The heat of the water flushed her flesh, and the narrow depths that wrapped my manhood clenched with such fierce pressure it was as if they were trying to sear me.
Yet even in her passion, Yaten did not forget the tiny life budding inside her womb. She never let me reach the deepest chamber of her mystical palace (T/N: poetic euphemism for womb), guarding it carefully.
Instead, her lips pressed against mine. Again and again, she poured her fervor into kisses, eyes closed, seeking me with unwavering devotion.
”Mmhh… My husband… tonight, I am weak. So please… let me leave the lead to you…”
”I’ll guide you well. Look—let me show you with a kiss.”
”Ah?! Hhhhhhhnnnnnnnn—!!”
My hands cupped her head, pulling her lips into a forceful kiss. Unlike our usual gentle touches, this sudden display of raw dominance shocked her golden eyes wide.
Yet soon, the surprise melted into a haze, her gaze softening with pleasure. Weak as she was, surrendering to me felt all the sweeter, and with that one kiss, she was already lost to me.
Leaning back, her long black hair drifted on the water’s surface. Droplets shone against her pearl-white skin, and her fertile body glistened under the lamplight. Though lethargic, she stretched her arms along the edge of the tub, offering herself completely.
”Let’s show the child in my womb how much I’m loved by my husband.”
”You’ve given your all today, Yaten. As your mate, I’ll answer that desire fully.”
”Kufufu… then, make me drown in pleasure—ahhHhhhhh!!”
I gripped her waist like the trunk of a great tree and thrust into her. I never went as deep as the mystical palace where life had begun, yet I drove hard enough to make her belly bulge from within.
”Th-this is…! Ahhh, so… good… ohhh, aaahhhhhhhh!!”
Braced against the rim of the bathtub, Yaten shuddered with joy at the majestic presence swelling inside her. The surface of the water rose in great waves, each splash echoing her delight.
The country-ruining beauty who once wielded cunning like a weapon now melted into pure desire. Her heavy breasts, symbols of fertility, shook with abandon. The lush body of an earth mother embraced my manhood, folds tightening greedily as if begging to draw out my seed for the child within.
”Haaah… ahh… so it’s true. Even the child feels happy…!”
”What’s wrong, Yaten?”
”The fetus senses its father near… it shows joy.”
Still joined, Yaten smiled as a mother. From her lower belly came a surge, a pulsing manifestation of life itself. Truly, the little one was reacting to me. Even in the middle of our intimacy, that proof of life made me imagine the day of its birth—and I could not help but feel joy.
”My husband, why not greet the child?”
”…You mean, by touching your stomach?”
”The fetus longs to feel its father closer. Use your mana rod to gently tap the cervix, and it will know you are here.”
”That hardly sounds like good prenatal care… but softly then—ah?!”
I brushed the tip of my manhood against her cervix, a kiss of flesh. At once, the child reacted, radiating such raw vitality it seemed like a joyous outburst. Though it was hard to rejoice openly in such a situation, the thought of a healthy child thriving inside her warmed me deeply.
This was the bloodline of the Evil Dragon—born with overwhelming vitality. Even as little more than an unseen egg, it already promised to one day stand as an absolute strong. And now, it pulsed as if begging for nourishment from its father.
”Could it be… the child is hungry?”
”Indeed. It craves your supreme essence. For the bloodline of the Evil Dragon, your seed overflowing with vitality and miasma is the finest treat.”
So the child longed desperately. My union with the Void Dragon had turned my seed into a source of boundless nourishment—a primordial soup of life itself.
”Then I’ll give the child in your womb plenty of nourishment.”
”Hhhhiihhh?! My husband’s… huge mana rod, rubbing inside me—ahhh, nooo!!”
Inside her burning depths, I thrust fiercely, stopping only before her cervix so as not to harm the child. Again and again, I pierced her inner core, gripping her firm waist tight as my manhood carved into every fold. Her belly rose like fertile soil pierced by a mighty root, each stroke drawing out cries of ecstasy.
With her back against the tub’s rim, Yaten clung to me helplessly, surrendering to the rapture. The dignity she once showed at the Seal Dragon Festival was gone—now she was only a woman, drowning in passion with her mate.
”Ahhh… give me… kiss me—ahhhhhh!!”
Our lips touched again, tongues tangling in a slow spiral, and I watched joy rise like a ripple through Yaten’s eyes. When my hand stroked her dragon horn—the emblem of her Evil Dragon dignity—she trembled and tilted her head forward, offering it to me, asking for more.
”Would you hold me while gripping my horn…?”
”I’ll be gentle. If it feels wrong, tell me right away.”
”It’s because you’re My husband that I let you touch my dignity. How could I ever hate it—ahh… ah!”
I cupped the black horn as if it were fine glass, only the lightest pressure. At once her face melted, a small gasp slipping out. To surrender the horn, the very soul of an Evil Dragon, to a mate’s hand—she shivered at the masochistic thrill.
I never crushed or twisted that dignity; I only touched, and then continued our intimacy. Yet the new sensation awakened something in her, making her writhe more shamelessly than ever.
”Ahhh! My husband, more—hold me as if you rule me… rougher… keep your hand there on my dignity, squeeze—aaahhhhhh!!”
Yaten had found masochistic pleasure in offering her horn. With me still inside her, being touched there filled her with the sense of body and mind being taken over. In her eyes now flickered not just rapture but reverence for her mate.
Even if she wielded power to destroy the world, her soul had bent in subservience. Yet our bond as mates stayed unshaken. That was why, rather than trample her dignity, I let go of the dragon horn—
”Yeah… this suits us better.”
”Eh? My husband, what are you—ahh… mm…”
Still joined, I lifted Yaten up and kissed her unexpectedly. She sensed what I wanted and embraced me back. It was no longer a master-and-servant play but the intimacy of two beings loving and seeking each other.
When our long kiss ended, the look of masochistic abandon had vanished from her eyes. Instead there was only trust and a glow of longing. She pressed her full breasts to me, pecking at my lips again and again in small kisses full of pure romantic feeling, then brought her forehead to mine, whispering close enough that even our breaths mingled.
”You truly love intimacy… don’t you ever want to conquer a female?”
”I like nurturing love together. I’d never crush Yaten’s dignity just for pleasure.”
I had learned I could not cross the line into sadism. Touching the horn too much felt like degrading the one carrying my child, and the distaste still lingered in my palm. This intimacy had made that clear.
”If My husband dislikes it, I won’t force it. Mmm… being treated so carefully by my mate is nice too.”
She clung to me with a happy face, looking up as she clenched her inner walls around me hard, as if to say she would never let me go. Her desire for exclusivity had only been stirred deeper.
I held her tight in answer, sealing her lips with mine—
”Next, you take the lead, Yaten. Let’s show the child in your womb how we love each other.”
”Kufufu… if that’s your wish, My husband, be ready—this time I’ll ride you and have you under me.”
―――Like a carnivore before its prey.
That was the perfect image of Yaten now, dominance restored, her golden eyes gleaming with hunger. The way she leaned over me was enough to make me imagine what kind of intimacy was about to begin.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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