Chapter 123 An Affectionate Farewell Before the Evil Dragon’s Departure: Shiratsuki*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The young princesses-Shiratsuki, Akika, Meizuki, and Gingetsu-were pressed against their father, their lips offering feverish, beseeching kisses to his dark and monolithic virility. Driven by the sudden, pulsing impulse of carnal desire awakening in their young hearts, the four maidens looked up at the absolute symbol of his power with eyes glazed by a heady mix of devotion and hunger. To them, he was a mountain of obsidian heat; his presence, a heavy, musk-laden miasma¹ that clouded their senses and drowned their budding souls in the rapturous surrender of the fallen.
”It is so hot… it surges…” Shiratsuki whispered. “Lord Father’s potent essence… it scalds my very tongue! Ah… hnh… it is… so delicious…!”
As if responding to the pleas of his daughters, a nectar-like dew began to weep more freely from the crown of his raging majesty. Though it was but a precursor to his full release, it was a sufficient draught of the divine Soma² to bring the bloodline of the Evil Dragon to a state of total rapture. Shiratsuki, the purest reflection of a sacred dragon, welcomed the defilement, her tongue darting out to catch the viscous white drops as if they were a life-saving drug. Tainted with a dense miasma and harboring primordial vitality, the seed-juice was a spiritual toxin strong enough to craze the heart of a divine child. Shiratsuki wallowed in the ecstasy of her own corruption.
”Lord Father’s supreme essence is staining my very soul,” Shiratsuki said, her voice trembling. “It is a property so steeped in malice that even the spirit of a sacred dragon cannot purge it. I feel it through this brave, thick member… a male’s primal desire to claim his female and dye her in his own colors.”
Shiratsuki’s face took on the look of a sensual captive, utterly enslaved by her father’s presence. She stretched her small tongue to its limit, licking the shaft clean of his white essence, her blue eyes beginning to glow with an eerie, predatory light. Her once-dignified aura as a sacred dragon had been completely reborn into the voluptuous, haunting presence of a harlot. She rubbed her soft cheeks against his intimidating length to praise its majesty, her small head dwarfed by the sheer scale of him, before opening her mouth to take him in with a wet, dragging slurp. It was a shameful display of a fallen divinity; Shiratsuki had allowed a lewd, dark flower to bloom within her youthful heart.
”Eventually, I want you to stain me perfectly in your image, Lord Father~desuwa,” Shiratsuki said. “True dominance and conquest are only fulfilled when I receive your seed within my womb, weaving a forbidden life between us… for that is the true purpose of a daughter such as I.”
Her cheeks were flushed a deep vermillion, swaying with the heat of her desire as she pressed her hand against her lower abdomen to steady her aching womb. She conveyed through her moist, blue eyes that her perfect corruption would only be complete when they birthed a forbidden life together. Her belly, soft with a porcelain, youthful swell, was the very proof of her small and immature physique. Though she stared regretfully at his overflowing essence, knowing her body was not yet ready to carry his child, the steel-hard resolve in her gaze suggested she was only biding her time until she could claim that ultimate transgression.
”Until that moment arrives, I shall devote myself entirely to your service,” Shiratsuki promised. “I have decided that our first child must be conceived in the heights of such intimacy. I find myself longing for the day my interior is utterly overrun by this majestic, commanding member.”
As the fire of desire scorched her body and soul, her service became more frantic, her kisses more desperate, exposing her shameful state as she was assaulted by waves of pleasure. Normally, she would have been driven to comfort herself with her own fingers, yet she refused to allow such a thing while she was focused on pleasing him. It was the law of the Evil Dragon’s harem to provide service, and to seek her own solitary relief during such an act was a grave taboo. Shiratsuki endured, her legs shaking and ready to collapse, the tender crevasse at the root of her thighs weeping a constant, lewd nectar that spilled down her legs in hot, shimmering droplets.
”Haa… haa… it is so hot, Father… I want to taste more of you~desuwa…” Shiratsuki moaned.
”Your reward is close,” I replied. “I will pour a top-grade treat into your mouth until you overflow, but until then, you must keep me comforted so my desires do not explode prematurely.”
I reached out and ran my hand through her shimmering silver hair, finding her dragon horns-the symbol of her purity and her greatest Reverse Scale³ vulnerability. As I began to stroke them, polishing them from the base to the delicate, branched tips, she let out a sharp cry.
”Hya! Ah… Lord… Father… hiiiih! Stroke them… more… my precious part… ngh…!” Shiratsuki screamed.
From the crevasse at the base of her limbs, a geyser of nectar erupted. Shiratsuki’s face melted into an expression of total vacancy, her mouth hanging open as she shrieked in the throes of a climax brought on by my touch. Her blue eyes were wet and unfocused, her entire soul seemingly dominated by the pleasure of having her horns adored.
She clung to my thighs, begging for more, and with every stroke of my hand, her consciousness seemed to drift further into the abyss of ecstasy. At my touch, she fell deeper into a frenzy that only a father could provide.
”Ah… it feels so wonderful~desuwa… haa… haa…” Shiratsuki whispered. “If I learn to crave such comfort… I will never be satisfied by anything but your touch again…”
It was a forbidden fruit that, once tasted, could never be forgotten. Her consciousness flickered, her body trembling with the afterglow as she looked up with the eyes of a completely broken devotee. She had been made to understand, through a single caress, exactly who her absolute master was. Shiratsuki pressed a kiss of total loyalty to my manhood, offering up her life and her chastity to the male who had utterly subdued her.
”Lord Father… we must let the others taste this joy as well,” Shiratsuki said.
She wished to share this supreme happiness with her sisters. To teach them the taste of the forbidden fruit, she caught hold of Akika, who was already lost to her own hunger, her mouth watering at the sight of the treat before her. Shiratsuki thrust my dark, imposing presence toward her sister’s face.
”Before you get your reward, you must first please Lord Father~desuwa,” Shiratsuki commanded. “Let us be thoroughly disciplined and fall together into a body that can only be satisfied by him.”
”Father’s manly rod… I want to be disciplined just like Shiratsuki…” Akika replied.
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Summary:
Before departing, the Clan Head engages in an intimate ritual with his dragon-blood daughters. Shiratsuki leads the others in a display of total devotion, consuming his essence as a form of sacred corruption. The chapter culminates in Shiratsuki’s ecstatic climax triggered by her father fondling her dragon horns.
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Character Insight:
Shiratsuki displays a shift from a dignified sacred dragon to a self-aware ‘Fallen’ daughter, finding religious-like ecstasy in her submission. Akika shows her eagerness to follow her sister into this forbidden dynamic.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author uses the concept of ‘Reverse Scales’ (Gekirin) from dragon mythology as a literal erotic weak point to symbolize the total loss of autonomy.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Akika – Sakuya’s daughter.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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