Chapter 68 Interlude – Encircled by the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline, The Beginning
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I stood there, surrounded by the women of the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline, each one a breathtaking beauty capable of toppling nations. Their presence filled the room, sprawled across the tatami mats, their bodies radiating an allure that could captivate any man. Arms reached out to me, their Master, begging for my touch, their eyes burning with desire for the bond we shared—a harem [T/N: A group of women bound to one man, often seen in fantasy settings] rooted in absolute devotion.
”Come, Master,” Yaten purred, her voice dripping with seduction. “Take me as you please, ravish me, and pour your seed into me.”
Yaten’s body, lush and full like an earth goddess, exuded a sensual charm. From her Black Petals, a sweet scent wafted, her White Nectar [T/N: A poetic term for bodily fluids, symbolizing desire] spilling freely. Her voluptuous form, soft yet firm, invited me closer, her face a mask of feminine allure. Having tasted her embrace countless times, I knew her body was a fountain of pleasure—a dangerous delight that could corrupt kings.
”Before Mother, hold me first, Father,” Sakuya said, her voice soft but urgent. “Your daughter hungers for you—for the sake of the child in my belly.”
”Don’t be unfair, Big Sis!” Uigetsu chimed in, her tone playful but edged with need. “I want Father to hold me too!”
Sakuya and Uigetsu flanked their mother, each showcasing their unique charms, vying for my attention not as family but as women seeking a man’s love. Sakuya’s plea was fierce, her body a perfect blend of elegance and vitality, like a princess in her prime. Her form, untouched by excess, glowed with a youthful allure that contrasted with Yaten’s mature sensuality. Her cherry blossom-colored petals and delicate features held a paradoxical beauty—innocent yet tempting, like a fruit just shy of ripeness.
”S*x with me will be fun, Father!” Uigetsu declared, her voice bright as a summer day. “You’ll absolutely enjoy it!”
Uigetsu radiated a sunny vitality, her body a beacon of health and energy. Her curves, fuller than the others, stood out, paired with a toned frame that promised vigor. Her presence was wholesome yet enticing, a blend of innocence and forbidden allure that made intimacy with her feel like a joyful celebration.
”Master Inji,” Void Dragon whispered, her voice trembling with yearning. “I want to… do it. A lot. Even if my belly swells, I want more. I’ll give everything—my body, my heart, all of it—to serve you completely.”
Void Dragon, the youngest, bore the delicate frame of an unripe fruit. Yet her charm as a girl of the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline was undeniable. A clone [T/N: A being created from the Evil Dragon’s essence, sharing its power], her small, fragile body held a quiet strength. Her soft, doughy skin and tender curves offered a unique comfort, distinct from the others. When driven by lust, her tiny form promised a pleasure so intense it was unmatched.
The choice of who to embrace first was mine alone. Yaten, Sakuya, Uigetsu, Void Dragon—each one was captivating, impossible to rank.
But the Rules [T/N: In-universe laws governing the harem’s dynamics] were clear: no sharing, no group intimacy. These women, bound by the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline, craved exclusivity. To waver or hesitate would spark their jealousy, so each moment of intimacy had to be one-on-one, their eyes locked on me alone. Even Void Dragon, a clone, shared this fierce possessiveness, inherited from Yaten’s passionate heart.
”Heh, no sneaking ahead,” Yaten teased, her voice light but firm. “Don’t hold a grudge, no matter who Master chooses.”
”Of course,” Sakuya said calmly. “Father’s choice is absolute.”
”It’s fine if Father picks someone else,” Uigetsu added with a grin, “but I’d be thrilled to be first!”
”Master Inji’s harem,” Void Dragon declared, her voice resolute, “its glorious start… I won’t yield!”
They were family, united by blood and bond, but in this moment, they were rivals, each vying to be the first chosen as my Mate. The sight of these world-shattering beauties—mother, daughters, and clone—competing for my favor was a man’s ultimate fantasy. Their power could destroy nations, yet they surrendered their hearts to me, a single human, bearing my children and fueling my conquest. The instinct to leave a legacy, to weave life with those I loved, surged within me, my manhood rising with a primal force.
”What a fierce beast, husband,” Yaten murmured, her eyes glinting.
”I want it…” Sakuya breathed, her voice trembling. “Father’s mighty gift… I need it.”
”Make me carry your child,” Uigetsu urged, “to weave life with you, Father…”
”Quickly… pierce me with your spear, Master Inji!” Void Dragon begged, her voice a desperate plea.
Each of them had felt me before, my fierce manhood driving them to ecstasy, forging life between us. Now, faced with it again, their memories stirred—love, climax, and the children they carried. Yaten’s composed facade melted, her face softening with desire. Sakuya and Uigetsu’s lips glistened, their love overflowing. Void Dragon’s breaths came short and wild, her voice a raw, pleading cry.
I would pour every drop of my essence into them, nourishing the unborn children of the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline. As Yaten once said, I’d indulge them until they were addicted, their bodies and souls sated with my love.
The women of the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline, pierced not just in body but in soul by my fierce manhood, could not hide their complete surrender. Their minds and bodies yielded entirely, souls bound in subservience. These beings, capable of destroying worlds, had fallen utterly, their descendants destined to be enthralled by me, their father. It was only natural.
And so, my first embrace would be for the life Yaten and I created together—
”Sakuya, I’ll hold you first,” I declared.
”—Yes! Father!!” Sakuya’s voice burst with joy.
Sakuya, my eldest daughter, would mark the first step of the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline harem. Cunning and sharp, she inherited her mother’s scheming mind, but being chosen first reduced her to a childlike glee that was both adorable and heartwarming.
She placed a hand on her full chest, steadying her breath, trying to compose herself as the first chosen. But as I leaned over, our bodies pressing together, her restraint crumbled. Her face melted into a look of pure, fallen desire. My fingers traced her Cherry Blossom Petals [T/N: A poetic term for delicate, intimate areas], soon to darken as they nurtured our child with White Nectar. As I caressed her gently, like tending a fragile flower, Sakuya’s back arched, trembling with electric pleasure. Every touch seemed to strike her Reverse Scale, and with just a graze of my fingertips, she surrendered completely.
”Ahn! F-Father… just your touch… I-I’m—!” Sakuya gasped, her voice breaking.
”Foreplay must be thorough,” I said softly. “And when we’re done, I’ll nourish the child in your womb.”
”Y-Yes… hold me… please—” she pleaded.
”I’ll fill your womb until it swells,” I promised.
In that moment, Sakuya reached a peak of bliss in my arms, utterly fallen. My words, the ones she craved most, snapped the strings of her heart. Her Obsidian Shine eyes [T/N: Eyes with a dark, gleaming quality, tied to the Bloodline’s mystique] saw only me, blind to the family around us. The cunning in her expression dissolved, replaced by a primal, lustful haze as she sank into the abyss of our love. Using every inch of her body—worthy of a kingdom’s most beautiful princess—she wrapped me in an embrace, our lips locked in a relentless, fiery kiss. Tongues intertwined, saliva mingled, and her fevered, aroused body burned against mine.
”Sakuya,” I growled, “it’s time I conquer you.”
”Y-Yes, Father!” she cried. “Dye me… inside… completely!”
My raging manhood, an invader in its ferocity, was ready to claim her mystical palace [T/N: A poetic term for her innermost self] with White Seed, raising the flag of conquest. Her honey pot, perfectly prepared, awaited its Mate. I began, ready to mark her as mine.
The women of the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline, pierced not just in body but in soul by my fierce manhood, could not hide their complete surrender. Their minds and bodies yielded entirely, souls bound in subservience. These beings, capable of destroying worlds, had fallen utterly, their descendants destined to be enthralled by me, their father. It was only natural.
And so, my first embrace would be for the life Yaten and I created together—
”Sakuya, I’ll hold you first,” I declared.
”—Yes! Father!!” Sakuya’s voice burst with joy.
Sakuya, my eldest daughter, would mark the first step of the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline harem. Cunning and sharp, she inherited her mother’s scheming mind, but being chosen first reduced her to a childlike glee that was both adorable and heartwarming.
She placed a hand on her full chest, steadying her breath, trying to compose herself as the first chosen. But as I leaned over, our bodies pressing together, her restraint crumbled. Her face melted into a look of pure, fallen desire. My fingers traced her Cherry Blossom Petals [T/N: A poetic term for delicate, intimate areas], soon to darken as they nurtured our child with White Nectar. As I caressed her gently, like tending a fragile flower, Sakuya’s back arched, trembling with electric pleasure. Every touch seemed to strike her Reverse Scale [T/N: A mythical weak point, here meaning an erogenous zone], and with just a graze of my fingertips, she surrendered completely.
”Ahn! F-Father… just your touch… I-I’m—!” Sakuya gasped, her voice breaking.
”Foreplay must be thorough,” I said softly. “And when we’re done, I’ll nourish the child in your womb.”
”Y-Yes… hold me… please—” she pleaded.
”I’ll fill your womb until it swells,” I promised.
In that moment, Sakuya reached a peak of bliss in my arms, utterly fallen. My words, the ones she craved most, snapped the strings of her heart. Her Obsidian Shine eyes [T/N: Eyes with a dark, gleaming quality, tied to the Bloodline’s mystique] saw only me, blind to the family around us. The cunning in her expression dissolved, replaced by a primal, lustful haze as she sank into the abyss of our love. Using every inch of her body—worthy of a kingdom’s most beautiful princess—she wrapped me in an embrace, our lips locked in a relentless, fiery kiss. Tongues intertwined, saliva mingled, and her fevered, aroused body burned against mine.
”Sakuya,” I growled, “it’s time I conquer you.”
”Y-Yes, Father!” she cried. “Dye me… inside… completely!”
My raging manhood, an invader in its ferocity, was ready to claim her mystical palace [T/N: A poetic term for her innermost self] with White Seed, raising the flag of conquest. Her honey pot, perfectly prepared, awaited its Mate. I began, ready to mark her as mine.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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