Chapter 15 Let’s Give the Evil Dragon Bedchamber Service – Overtime!
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Since you drank Yaten’s milk, you’ve gotten even more dangerous…”
”The blood of the Evil Dragon has its uses. My body adapts to miasma, and it grows into the form I desire.”
I glanced down and winced. It wasn’t subtle—swollen past reason, my c**k looked more like a cursed weapon than something for love. Even with Yaten smiling against me, it felt monstrous. Too thick, too brutal. A thing that could ruin someone if I wasn’t careful.
Still, she rubbed her cheek against me anyway, looking pleased. But to me, it wasn’t pride—it was worry.
”Don’t worry yourself,” Yaten said softly. “My body won’t break from this.”
”That’s not the point,” I muttered. “I don’t want to hurt you. Not like that.”
She was pregnant, and I hadn’t touched her in months. Even after birth, I worried—how could I enter her without treating her like prey? The thought of breaking my Mate made me sick.
Yaten sighed, then gave me one of those fond, exasperated smiles.
”You think too much of me, husband. Men should give in to their hunger and take their women greedily.”
Her tongue traced a slow line along my ck, from base to tip. A sharp breath hissed from me, nerves lighting up. She looked up through her lashes, almost smug at the reaction, and continued her service with deliberate care.
”Too gentle can be a flaw, you know,” she teased, lips brushing. “All the men I once knew only thought of conquering me, never cherishing me…”
Her words stung. Even knowing those lovers were centuries past, the jealousy gnawed at me. She had been their trophy, a beauty to control. The thought made my chest burn.
Yaten noticed. She chuckled, fingers stroking me with patient care. “Peace, my husband. You are the only one I have given my heart. Every other man was nothing more than a toy. And I will never, ever let another touch me again. This side of you—jealous, protective—I like it.”
I exhaled, still tense. “I’m still a man. Of course I’d hate hearing about my Mate with other guys.”
”And I find it reassuring,” she said. “Your jealousy means I’m precious to you.”
Her fingers tightened, stroking with expert rhythm, massaging even the most delicate parts with reverence instead of cruelty. I shivered, her gaze steady on me, warm as she whispered, “Do you like it?”
”You already know the answer,” I managed through a strained breath.
Her swollen belly pressed against me, the roundness bumping my c**k gently. The sensation made my pulse spike. That curve wasn’t just flesh—it was life. My child, proof of what we’d made.
She smiled as if she felt the same. “Even the baby is excited to please you. Born a shikigami, eager to serve its master.”
I froze. “Wait… the kid can sense this?”
”Not truly,” she said after a pause. “Only instinct. No real mind yet. Do not fret.”
Her reassurance settled me, if only barely. I still worried—Evil Dragon blood meant I couldn’t be careless with what kind of world I raised this child into. But Yaten pressed closer, her belly rubbing, her breath soft against my chest, urging me not to overthink.
She whispered, “In the past, I never wished to bear children. But now, if it is yours… I would gladly weave as many lives as you desire.”
Her weight, the pressure of her belly against me, the proof of life thumping gently beneath her skin—it all wrapped around me like chains. I could feel it, the pulse of the unborn child, the reality of fatherhood pressing deep.
She lifted my hand and placed it on her stomach. “This heartbeat… it is your seed, sprouted into life.”
The rhythm struck me harder than any battle. To think that I, a calamity in human form, had created something worth protecting. That Yaten, once feared as a world-ending enchantress, could smile at me with maternal light in her eyes.
”Who would believe it?” she murmured. “That the Evil Dragon, a scourge of nations, would learn to love… to care for another.”
Her lips touched mine, lingering. No tricks, no seduction—just warmth.
And as we sank together, I felt it. Yaten was no longer just a mate, no longer just temptation. She was a mother, carrying my child, softening her innate darkness one heartbeat at a time.
”For you, husband, and for our child,” she whispered, “I would even risk my life. So now—you must take responsibility.”
She drew me into her embrace. The rest didn’t need words. The details blurred into warmth, into shadows, into the quiet intimacy of two souls becoming one.
I made sure not to press too hard against Yaten’s belly, though the weight of it rested warmly against me, the life inside stirring faintly. Her arms wrapped around my back, pulling me close with surprising gentleness.
Her lips parted slightly, eyes hazy, as if she were waiting—like a fledgling expecting food from its parent. I leaned down and kissed her softly.
”Husband… may I ask something of you?”
Those eyes begged me to agree before she even spoke. I nodded without thinking. Her whole face lit up, and she hugged me tighter, voice trembling against my ear.
”Please… don’t leave me. A human life is too short. I couldn’t endure it if you were gone in only a hundred years. Live with me, for our child, for us.”
”…You’re asking me to give up being human?”
She shook her head. Then, with a hint of ceremony, she sat up and revealed her breasts, milk still glistening.
”Drink the blood of the Evil Dragon,” she whispered. “My milk carries it. If you keep drinking, age and sickness will never claim you. Not immortality… but agelessness. You can live with me, as you are.”
So that was it. Every time she’d nursed me, every expectant look—it had all been testing me. The strength in my body, the absence of sickness or strain, proved I could take it.
She waited, nervous despite her pride. If I refused, we’d live on different clocks. If I accepted, we’d truly share one path. It wasn’t coercion—she wanted me to choose, not as a dragon’s decree, but as her Mate’s vow.
Her breast dripped milk like a chalice of eternity. I didn’t need words.
I buried my face against her and drank. Her body trembled, a muffled cry breaking from her as my throat worked, the liquid strength seeping through me like fire in my veins. She held me close, eyes wet, whispering, “Yes… that’s it… drink more, my love… as much as you want…”
I obeyed, greedier than I meant to be. She cradled me, rocking softly, murmuring blessings with every swallow. The power surged inside me, heavy and bright. It felt bottomless, like I could drink forever.
”Enough?” she asked after what felt like ages, voice husky. “I can still give more…”
I pulled back, wiping my mouth with a strained breath. “The child comes in two days. This belongs to them, not me.”
She laughed, finally loosening. “True. I was rushing things. A mother’s milk must be for the baby.”
Her belly shifted with a kick, grounding us both. Whatever hunger raged in me, I could rein it in.
Yaten stroked her stomach with a fond smile, then suddenly froze, glancing between her chest, her belly, and me. Her expression turned sheepish.
”Husband… there is something I forgot to mention. A bit of… fine print.”
My stomach dropped. “…What kind of fine print?”
She fidgeted, then confessed: “After I birthed Sakuya, my milk stopped in a month. So if I am to keep nursing you… we will need to conceive again. Regularly.”
I stared. “You’re telling me—”
”Not constantly,” she rushed. “But often enough. Which means our future will be very, very full of children. So… please look forward to that, husband.”
She said it with such blatant relief it almost sounded like bragging.
I groaned, half-laughing, half-despairing. “You’ve already made up your mind, haven’t you, Yaten?”
She grinned unrepentantly. “Of course. A dragon mother must plan ahead.”
And that was that. To walk beside her, I had already chosen. The path ahead was obvious: a long, long life… with more children than I could probably count.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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