Chapter 91 Interlude꞉ Soothing the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline! Void Dragon
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The prosperity and continuation of the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline were achieved through an astonishingly brief pregnancy of just one week. By the fifth day after conception, every family member bore the swollen belly of a full-term pregnancy, and the living room buzzed with both joy and anxiety as they prepared to welcome new life.
Yaten, having already borne two children, remained composed, but her daughters, Sakuya and Uigetsu, wore tense expressions. Void Dragon, the clone of the Evil Dragon, was so worried that fear clouded her face. From Femme Fatale to beautiful princesses, and even the young princesses, they proudly displayed their pregnant bellies, their nerves palpable as they approached the Ryuuin Family’s sacred ritual.
”This prenatal ritual for the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline must not harm the children in the womb,” Yaten said, her voice firm yet warm.
”Of course,” I replied. “This is a sacred ceremony to soothe the children Master will bring into the world.”
The unborn children, inheritors of the Evil Dragon’s blood, were absolute powerhouses, yet they trembled at the prospect of leaving their mothers’ wombs for the unknown world. Already sentient, their advanced intellect couldn’t quell their childish fears as the day of birth approached.
The womb—a paradise of paternal fulfillment and maternal love—felt like a sanctuary they were being expelled from. As delivery neared, their terror manifested in powerful, almost overwhelming thoughts. Thus, the father had to perform the Soothing Ritual, easing the fears of both the pregnant family and their unborn children.
”Let’s start with Void Dragon, who’s most anxious about giving birth,” I said.
”Master Inji,” Void Dragon pleaded, her voice small and halting, “please… soothe the fear… mine, and my child’s…”
Her tiny frame seemed mismatched with her massively swollen belly as she begged. Despite being a clone of the Evil Dragon, steeped in malevolent miasma, Void Dragon’s face twisted in anguish at her unborn child’s fear.
She gently stroked her belly, whispering encouragement, and I, as the father, began by caressing the unborn child—my Papa’s Daughter. A father’s touch was a miraculous balm for her. One stroke across Void Dragon’s jewel-like belly dispelled the child’s fear, sparking such joyful movement that tiny limbs thrashed within.
”It… feels good,” Void Dragon said, her voice soft with relief. “Master Inji’s touch… my child isn’t scared anymore.”
”Start gently to calm the heart,” I replied. “Once that’s done, we’ll deepen the bond.”
”Ah! Master Inji…” Void Dragon gasped, her voice trembling with emotion. “More… touch me… kiss me…”
I lifted Void Dragon’s small body onto my lap, embracing her from behind. As I hugged her swollen belly, the unborn child responded with thunderous kicks, sensing our connection.
Void Dragon, ignited by desire, sought a kiss, and I obliged, our lips meeting, tongues entwining, blending our essences. In that moment, the child felt our intimacy, unleashing a jolt from the womb so powerful it rivaled a cannon’s blast.
”Oh!” Void Dragon laughed, breathless. “My child’s so lively now!”
”Those kicks don’t hurt?” I asked.
”They’re intense, but it’s proof my child’s strong,” she said, wincing yet beaming. “I can handle it—oh! So strong… maybe the strongest yet.”
The kicks shook the air, but Void Dragon’s face glowed with joy despite the strain.
The unborn child’s vigor was undeniable, a testament to their vitality, and her maternal pride outweighed any pain. Each stroke of my hand sent waves of delight through her rippling belly, and as I continued, the child seemed to melt into a blissful calm, overwhelmed by the climax of comfort.
”Papa’s touch… it’s too much for her,” Void Dragon murmured, smiling. “She’s so happy.”
”Has her fear eased a bit?” I asked.
”Not enough,” she replied, her childlike face radiant with motherhood. “She needs to want to meet Papa… to be born for you. More… make her your Papa’s Daughter.”
As she tenderly stroked her precious belly, Void Dragon’s gaze softened with love. A small smile played on her lips as she revealed the Dark Petal—her transformed motherhood.
Delicately, she touched its fruit, pinching it until White Nectar spilled forth, dripping down her fingers. She brought the glistening nectar to my lips, urging me to taste.
”Master Inji, as Papa… taste it before our child does,” she said.
I tasted it. “It’s packed with nourishment,” I said.
”How’s the flavor?” she asked.
”Exquisite White Nectar,” I replied. “Like rich, sweet honey.”
Her small, youthful breasts produced nectar of unmatched density.
Its honey-like viscosity lingered on my tongue, a bewitching treat laced with the nourishment fit for an Evil Dragon’s heir. As I praised its quality, Void Dragon’s face lit up with pride.
”Then… taste more,” she urged softly.
”Void Dragon, are you sure?” I asked.
”Yes,” she whispered. “My belly… my milk… it’s all for you.”
Her jewel-like belly glistened with White Nectar, smeared like cream across its curve.
Void Dragon rubbed it in, offering her body as a vessel for a divine dessert, crafted to delight her mate. Her swollen, full-term belly, a symbol of a fallen kingdom’s beauty, became a sacred dish for my tongue in this moment.
”Soothe our child… with Papa’s tongue,” she said.
Faced with Void Dragon’s pregnant belly, glistening with White Nectar, my throat tightened, saliva pooling instinctively. The exquisite nourishment spun by the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline was unforgettable, its sweet richness lingering from my earlier taste, drawing me irresistibly to Void Dragon’s open arms.
”Hehe, Papa’s touch… it’s exciting my child too,” Void Dragon said, her voice quivering as a sudden gasp escaped her. “Oh!”
”Your warmth deepens the breast milk’s flavor,” I replied. “I can even feel the child’s kicks through my tongue—what a rare experience.”
It was truly a double delight. As my tongue traced her belly, lapping up the sweet White Nectar, both Void Dragon and her unborn child trembled with joy at the unfamiliar sensation.
Unlike the gentle stroke of fingers, the warm, moist touch of my tongue against her skin felt almost like consuming the mother and daughter before me. I explored every curve of her belly, and Void Dragon’s face betrayed a fleeting, blissful surrender to the new sensation. Her unborn child, caught in the thrill of my touch, swayed in a haze of delight, forgetting all fear.
The sight of mother and daughter yielding to my touch felt almost forbidden, yet I pressed on.
”We’re far from done,” I said. “I’ll soothe you and your child until the fear of birth is forgotten.”
”Yes!” Void Dragon gasped, her voice breaking with emotion. “Please… comfort our hearts… ah!”
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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