Chapter 127 An Affectionate Farewell Before the Evil Dragon’s Departure: Meizuki ②*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”I’m only going to graze you,” he said. “There will be absolutely no insertion tonight.”
”Even so, I do not care,” Meizuki replied, her voice trembling. “Just to be prodded by the tip of Papa’s royal sword¹… for me, even that is a pleasure I can hardly endure.”
Breathing heavily with surging desire, Meizuki seemed unable to stop her excitement at the taboo intimacy between father and daughter. While crawling her small fingertips over her own honeyed mouth², she opened her garden of wet flesh to show hospitality to her father’s manhood. The frantic twitching of her internal folds revealed her greedy nature. Her childlike visage was dyed with a sensual luster; her golden eyes, slit with reptilian pupils, grew wet with lust. She looked like a predator licking its chops before a feast, her lips curled in a provocative, taunting smirk.
If her father had not gripped her hips to hold her steady, Meizuki would have likely impaled herself upon him, driven by pure instinct. Knowing that any further withholding would drive the child to a frenzy, he silenced her whimpering with a deep kiss from the head of his shaft.
”Ngh… ah…!” Meizuki cried out. “Papa… Papa’s royal sword is… it’s inside me…!”
With a wet, heavy slide, the head of his manhood nudged against the entrance of her tight, immature heat. True to his word, he offered only a shallow tease, letting her taste just a fraction of the ecstasy found within their forbidden bond. It was a simulation of intimacy, yet the mere contact was enough to make the Young Princess feel as though she had tasted the ultimate forbidden fruit. She shuddered, a violent climax rippling through her.
With nothing more than a shallow, rhythmic friction between her feminine folds and his masculine tip, Meizuki’s expression dissolved into a mask of pure bliss. Lewd fluids spilled from her slick entrance, and her muscles clenched and pulled, trying to drag him deeper. If he had not held her back, she would have forced his massive girth into her unready depths. She continued to grind her hips, begging with every breath, her instincts as a daughter overriding every shred of dignity.
”Papa… please…” she whispered, clinging to him. “Papa’s royal sword… I want it to pierce me through…”
Her childlike innocence had been incinerated, replaced by the raw property of a female in heat. She clung to him, her golden eyes wet with a desperate, worshipful longing. She knew the majestic presence of his manhood could easily break her, yet her fallen heart craved that destruction. She spread her small arms wide, inviting his embrace, her golden crown glinting against her obsidian hair. She radiated a corrupted charisma-the aura of a queen who had been utterly claimed by her king.
With every slight movement, she drank in the essence leaking from the tip of his blade. The mere sensation of it coating her was enough to send her into a paralyzing, soul-shaking climax. Had she not been pure, his reproductive drive would have surely claimed her womb then and there, weaving a forbidden life as the ultimate proof of his conquest.
”I want your child…” Meizuki moaned. “Papa’s baby… My womb is screaming for your seed… it won’t stop aching…!”
She called for him over and over, “Papa, Papa!” like a mantra of devotion. Ensnared by the pleasure of their contact, Meizuki abandoned all shame, exposing the base, reproductive hunger inherent in the Evil Dragon bloodline. Her tongue darted out, slick with saliva, and her gaze remained locked on the male before her. She was his-completely, perfectly fallen. She was a puppet of flesh, sinking deeper into the quagmire of their ancestral taboo.
Meizuki was reaching a breaking point. This fire would only roar higher unless she was drowned in a wave of pleasure so absolute it reached the very bottom of her soul.
I have to lead her to total self-abandonment in one go… he thought. Fortunately, her entire body is a raw nerve of arousal.
”Meizuki, this is going to be rough,” he said, “but I’m going to finish this now.”
”Ah… Papa… mmm?!” she gasped. “Ngh… AAAAAHHHHHHH!!”
He stole her lips in a crushing kiss and, at the same time, launched a relentless assault on her dragon horns-her reverse scale³.
”Hyaaah! Ah! Papa! Papaaa!” she screamed, her body arching. “I’m-I’m breaking! I’m climaxing!!”
He pulled her into a crushing embrace, their mouths locked in a feverish kiss. To a daughter like her, his touch was the ultimate prize. Even this sudden, forceful claim was a blessing. As he gripped the dragon horns on her head, Meizuki’s mind shattered. She stopped thinking. She simply dissolved into the joy of the taboo.
Her small body jerked and spasmed in his arms as the stimulation of the reverse scale sent shockwaves through her. As the tip of his manhood continued to poke at her entrance, her mind was intoxicated by the sensation. To the Young Princess, her father’s arms were the entire world. Between the kiss, the manipulation of her horns, and the rhythmic pressure against her crotch, every sensitive part of her dragon anatomy was being systematically detonated.
She bounced and writhed in his lap, a tiny vessel tossed by a tsunami of ecstasy. Her intelligence fled. She simply accepted his kisses with a dazed expression, her mouth too loose to even attempt to resist. The royal daughter was gone; in her place was only a puppet of flesh, worshiping at the throne of her father’s lap.
”Papa… kiss me… more…” she whimpered, seeking his mouth. “Give me more… give me all of you…”
Like an infant dreaming of milk, she sought his tongue, lost in the bliss of their connection. Even as her limbs went limp, she used the last of her strength to cling to him. She was like a chick begging for food, her soul sinking into the abyss of his shadow.
”Papa is my fated mate for all eternity,” Meizuki whispered. “This taboo… this connection… I truly understand it now.”
It was the absolute law of the Evil Dragon: the child could never surpass the father. That hierarchy was now branded onto her soul. She looked up at him with eyes full of pure, fanatical worship. Clinging to him, she pressed a fervent kiss of loyalty against his chest, right over his beating heart.
”Next is Gingetsu, then,” he said with a dark chuckle. “Look at her. Watching us this whole time… she’s already done for.”
”I… I want it too…” Gingetsu muttered, her voice thick with lust. “Father… please… make me yours too…!”
The sacred dragon’s aura was completely drowned out by the thick musk of desire. Gingetsu, lightheaded from the sensuality of the scene, threw herself forward, surrendering to the urge to be claimed by the same forbidden heat.
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Summary:
Meizuki, the Evil Dragon princess, engages in a high-intensity intimacy session with her father/creator. Despite his promise of no full insertion, the stimulation of her ‘reverse scale’ (horns) and the ‘royal sword’ at her entrance breaks her will. The scene concludes with Gingetsu, who was watching, succumbing to the same lust and begging for her turn.
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Trivia:
- Meizuki is technically a ‘Shikigami child’ of the Evil Dragon.
- The ‘Reverse Scale’ (Gekirin) is a literal dragon horn here.
- Meizuki uses ‘Warawa’ to denote her royal status despite her submissive state.
- The father is checking the ‘bond’ and ‘curse’ through these acts.
- Gingetsu has a ‘sacred’ aura that is being corrupted by witnessing the act
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Character Insight:
Meizuki transitions from a haughty princess to a ‘puppet of flesh’ who views her father as her eternal fated mate, signifying the complete dominance of the dragon bloodline’s hierarchy.
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Behind the Scenes:
Web novels in this genre often use ‘Royal Sword’ (Ouken) to bypass strict censorship while maintaining the ‘fantasy’ register of the prose.
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TL Notes:
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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