Chapter 28 Starting a Special Bedchamber Service with the Evil Dragon! — Round Two!
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The Evil Dragon’s power had woven itself into my very being, or so she claimed.
Yaten’s delicate fingers glided across my chiseled chest, her touch soft, almost worshipful, as if tracing a masterpiece. My body, honed as the head of the Shiryuin clan, had surged with newfound strength, fueled by the blood of the Evil Dragon herself. My muscles thrummed with raw vitality, and the vast spiritual energy within me was nurtured by Yaten’s nightly care—her divine essence, a gift from a being who could raze worlds, was a potion of godly power. It granted me endless stamina, unrelenting vigor, and a desire that never faded. Even Yaten’s insatiable hunger for me could be met by this body, now beyond human limits. I was no mere mortal; I was the immortal ideal Yaten craved in her Mate, the perfect form she’d dreamed of.
”Hmm, perhaps it’s time for a little taste,” Yaten murmured, her voice thick with mischief. “Time to savor the lord I’ve so carefully shaped.”
Her lush, goddess-like form straddled me, kneeling above my hips with a gaze that burned with allure. At the tip of my towering p**** glistened a bead of sweet arousal, mirrored by the warmth of her own c***. Her curvaceous lower body hovered, ready to descend, yet Yaten paused, her face alight with a teasing grin. A deliberate delay, a playful jab—she was toying with me, a light revenge for earlier games. Our bodies brushed lightly, her c*** grazing mine in a fleeting, electric touch, sparking tiny waves of pleasure that stirred my primal urges. Then, leaning forward, she pressed her hands to my chest, her lips claiming mine in a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue dancing with mine in a swirl of raw desire.
”Let’s lose ourselves in each other, as if we’re creating life,” she whispered against my lips, her voice a sultry dare.
”I’ll keep things safe,” I replied, my tone firm but heated, “but I’ll still give you everything I’ve got.”
”Kufufu!” she giggled, her laugh wickedly playful. “Then let’s indulge!”
Her eager c*** enveloped me, drawing me in completely. The sheer intensity of it, the way it pressed deep within her, was overwhelming. My thick, unyielding p**** claimed her, and Yaten’s gasps filled the air, her voice trembling with the thrill of it. She embraced me with a fervor both wild and divine, her body melting into the act, a vision of pure, unrestrained femininity. I gripped her hips—hips transformed by motherhood—and we moved together, lost in instinct, consumed by the primal dance of love.
”Ah! Nn! Yes… yes!” Yaten gasped, her voice breaking with each motion. “No one… no one but you, my husband… my Mate…!”
Her body trembled, shuddering with pleasure as my p**** moved within her, her spine arching with each surge of ecstasy. In her commanding stance, she rode me fiercely, her hips rising and falling in a relentless rhythm, the soft, intimate sounds of our union echoing around us. Her inner walls clung to me, tightening with each thrust, a pressure so exquisite it could ruin any man—a sweet, dangerous bliss worthy of a temptress.
”Yaten!” I growled, my voice strained, my control slipping. “Nngh…!”
Even my disciplined mind, forged through years of training, wavered under the intensity of our s*x. When she reached for me, I clasped her hands, our fingers locking tightly, as if we’d never let go. The feeling of being so wholly connected—body and soul—was overwhelming, no training could keep me steady. This was the primal joy of male and female, and with my Mate, my beloved Yaten, it was a pleasure that melted my very core. My p**** drove deeper, stirring her depths, and though I knew we were being cautious, my body surged with an unstoppable urge to claim her fully. Even knowing it would bear no fruit, we poured ourselves into this act, desperate to nurture our love. A fleeting thought crossed my mind—if we wished it, it could happen—but I pushed it back, knowing the cost. A third child now would break the fragile balance we held.
”Nn! my husband!” Yaten cried, her voice raw with need. “Give me… give me life! Just say the word, and our wish… our child… will be born!”
”No!” I gasped, my voice desperate. “We can’t…!”
Even Yaten, with all her cunning allure, couldn’t resist the instinct to bear my child. Her c*** tightened around me, her body pleading for a third, her golden eyes glistening with a desperate hope. The promise of that joy, of creating life with her Mate, dangled before us, threatening to burn away my sanity. Her hands slid across my chest, her tear-streaked eyes locking onto mine. The moment I opened my mouth, her tongue invaded, pulling me into another fierce, all-consuming kiss.
”Nn… chu… my husband…” she murmured between kisses, her voice trembling. “If you won’t give me life… I’ll drown you in desire until you do.”
Her tearful eyes shifted, a wicked glint replacing the vulnerability, transforming her into a scheming enchantress. She reigned over me, her c*** clamping down with fierce intensity, as if all our previous passion had been mere prelude. Her obsession with creating life pulsed through her every movement. My p****, immense and unyielding, pressed against her inner walls, which seemed to move with a will of their own, drawing me deeper. It was a haven of pleasure, a trap pulling me toward ecstasy. Our clasped hands tightened, her grip like a beast’s jaws, and wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure crashed over me, threatening to dissolve my reason.
”I won’t hold back,” Yaten declared, her voice a mix of defiance and surrender. “We’ll lose ourselves in each other—hii! Nngh!”
But she, too, was drowning in the same pleasure. My body, bound to her as her Mate, overwhelmed even her cunning wiles. Her spine arched sharply, her body trembling as my p**** moved within her, drowning her in the ecstasy she sought to wield. Her breath hitched, her expression melting into one of pure surrender—no longer the wicked enchantress, but a woman consumed by love for her Mate.
”Yaten,” I said softly, my voice steady despite the storm within. “Let’s focus on nurturing our love… just that.”
”Nn! No… this… this won’t do!” she protested, her voice breaking. “To think you’d try to tame me, the Evil Dragon—?!”
I shifted us, moving to a seated embrace, taking control. Pulling her close, I kissed her deeply, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, her tongue entwining with mine in a desperate, breathless dance. Our movements slowed, deliberate, my p**** caressing her c*** with care, savoring the primal joy of our union. It wasn’t fierce, but tender, a rhythm that cherished my Mate.
”My husband… chu… nn…” Yaten’s voice softened, her golden eyes reflecting only me.
The temptress who’d ensnared countless men was now wholly captivated by her Mate. Our bodies pressed closer, her warmth staining us both, our breaths and heat merging as one. It wasn’t just desire that melted her—it was the warmth of our connection, the joy of being cherished and cherishing in return. Like a yin-yang, we became one, perfectly whole. Her c*** welcomed me, tightening as if to claim me entirely, her body still yearning for life even as we held back.
”Taste me fully,” she whispered, her voice trembling with devotion. “This is… yours alone, my husband.”
”Yaten!” I groaned, my voice thick with emotion. “Nngh…!”
Her c*** tightened, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of me. It was like being enveloped by her very essence, her walls clinging, tasting, refusing to let go until they’d claimed everything. Trapped in the greedy embrace of the Evil Dragon, there was no escape. Her golden eyes gleamed like a predator’s, toying with her prey—me—until I surrendered to the ecstasy. The rising tide of release pulsed through me, a signal of surrender, and Yaten’s wicked giggle filled the air.
”Kufufu,” she teased, her voice dripping with triumph. “You’re at your limit, aren’t you, my husband?”
”Yeah… I’m done for,” I admitted, my voice hoarse.
”Nngh! It’s… growing even bigger inside me…!”
My p**** swelled, a primal force, filling her completely, driven by instinct. The sudden pressure sent Yaten’s eyes wide, a cry escaping her lips as pleasure overwhelmed her. Her expression was one of drunken bliss, her body clinging to mine, our connection absolute.
”Yaten—I’m… I’m going to—!”
”Nngh! Yes… yes…!”
At the peak of ecstasy, we kissed, losing ourselves in each other as we reached our climax. Our breaths, our heartbeats, our warmth—all shared as I poured myself into her, marking the end of our primal dance.
”Haa… haa…” Yaten panted, her voice soft, sated. “Tonight was… divine, my husband…”
”You and me both,” I gasped, my chest heaving. “This… this was incredible.”
Our foreheads pressed together, we basked in the afterglow, stealing soft kisses, savoring the intimacy. Slowly, reluctantly, I withdrew, the thick, white evidence of our passion spilling forth, brimming with a vitality that seemed almost otherworldly. It was a seed so potent it could linger for weeks, a testament to Yaten’s taste for raw, primal power. She gazed at it, a wicked smile curling her lips.
”Such unrelenting vigor,” she purred, her voice laced with pride. “A single drop of this, and any would surely conceive. Such potent life force…”
”Seeing this up close… it’s almost terrifying,” I muttered, staring at the creamy, viscous flood.
Yaten’s words were no exaggeration. The seed, born of the Evil Dragon’s essence, overflowed from her, a testament to its savage potency. Had we not been cautious, there was no doubt she’d be carrying our third child by now.
”No one could resist this,” she teased, her laugh wicked. “Kufufu, I’ve cultivated a conqueror’s seed, haven’t I?”
”A seed that never misses its mark,” I said, half-joking, half-serious. “With the Evil Dragon’s power behind it…”
”Indeed,” she agreed, her tone turning grave. “We’ll need to raise them strictly, or they’ll grow into villains of legend.”
The price of such potent seed was steep. Infused with the power of both the Evil Dragon and the Shiryuin clan, our children would be born with an innate darkness, a potential for evil that could shake the world if left unchecked. As their father, it was my duty to guide them, to ensure they grew into good, not monsters.
”Kufufu,” Yaten laughed softly, her tone warm but teasing. “Our parenting carries quite the weight, doesn’t it, my husband?”
”Being a father is no joke,” I sighed, my resolve hardening.
Even if Yaten had transcended her Evil Dragon nature, my seed now carried its dark legacy. As Mates bound for eternity, we’d likely have countless children, and I swore to pour my love into each one, raising them to be kind, no matter the cost.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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