Chapter 39 Let’s Savor the Last Night Before the Evil Dragon and the Sealing Dragon Festival! ② ⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Yaten swayed atop me, her voluptuous form undulating with a primal hunger for pleasure. Her breasts, swollen from bearing children, jiggled with each motion, their rounded fullness a testament to her motherhood. Yet, her beauty remained untouched by time, a femme fatale whose allure only deepened with the fierce maternal aura she now wore like a second skin. Her body radiated an intoxicating scent, an ancient allure that stirred the instinct to reproduce, impossible to resist before her chosen mate.
”Not enough… I, nngh, I want to feel you, my husband, so deeply… ahh!”
Her hands clasped mine, fingers intertwining tightly as if sealing a vow. Riding me with the ferocity of a wild stallion, her hips moved with relentless greed, enveloping my flesh spear with merciless intent to claim every drop. The bulge in her lower abdomen, rising as she took in my menacing length, flaunted the path from her honeyed entrance to her womb, pierced in one unbroken line.
It was as if Yaten was proclaiming our bond as mates with every thrust. Her golden eyes locked onto me, reflecting nothing but her mate, her body folding into mine as she embraced me closer, yearning for an even deeper connection. Before my eyes, her expression melted into one of utter captivity, her trembling breaths betraying her rising ecstasy.
The soft weight of her ample breasts pressed against my chest, their warmth seeping into me as our lips met, tongues entwining until I could hear the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat melding with mine. Yaten, the beauty who had toppled countless kingdoms, revealed a face she showed only to her one true mate—a look of maddening devotion that could only be described as intoxicating.
Her pleading eyes fixed on me as she spoke, voice quivering with need. “My husband, I crave your seed… I can’t bear it. Please, I beg you, pour it into my womb…”
I smirked, my voice low and teasing. “Looks like you can’t hold back until the Dragon-Sealing Festival [T/N: The Dragon-Sealing Festival, or Fūryūsai, is a sacred ritual to bind or banish malevolent dragons] is over, huh?”
”I can’t wait!” she cried, her voice breaking with desperation. “If there’s even a chance I could lose you, my mate, this could be our last night in the bedchamber!”
Her words carried the weight of her deepest fear—a keepsake, a child to remember me by if the worst came to pass. Despite her cunning as a femme fatale, Yaten was tormented by an irrational dread, the mere thought of losing me driving her to terror. She clung to the desire to leave as many marks of our love as possible. So, I gripped her hips firmly, thrusting my spear deep to strike her womb with forceful intent.
”Fugii?! Ohh, ahh! My husband…!” she gasped, her voice a mix of shock and delight.
”I’ll leave my seed in your womb,” I promised, my tone resolute. “If something happens to me, the command to prevent conception will be lifted.”
Even as an Evil Dragon, Yaten was bound by my will as her shikigami master; my command to avoid pregnancy was absolute. But if our bond were severed—if I were to fall—every restriction would dissolve. In that moment, with my seed already flooding her, the release of her shikigami bond would ensure conception. It was my failsafe, a way to leave a legacy even in death. Yaten’s eyes softened as she grasped my resolve, her face glowing with acceptance.
”Yes… I’ll ensure not a single drop of your seed goes to waste, my husband. I’ll weave our lives together,” she vowed, her expression radiant, free of lingering doubts.
Her body, flushed with burning desire, tightened around me in a fierce embrace. With my permission to create life, her primal instincts surged, her inner walls gripping me with the insatiable greed of an Evil Dragon. I matched her fervor, thrusting deep to strike her womb with relentless force. A resounding thud echoed as I drove upward, the impact lifting her very core. Yaten’s body jolted, her upper half rising as she trembled in climax, her voice breaking into a primal cry.
”Nnghh! This… fugii! It’s too much…! Your spear, nnh, the one I nurtured… to think it’s grown this mighty… ahhh!”
Tainted by the Evil Dragon’s miasma, my spear had transformed into a monstrous weapon, forged solely for our union. Its violent thrusts, which would shatter any human, were effortlessly embraced by Yaten’s draconic resilience. Her soft folds welcomed each strike, caressing and milking my seed with fervent hospitality.
Like a sword perfectly fitted to its sheath, we were flawlessly aligned. From her dominant position, Yaten’s sultry expression and the strength of her grip spoke volumes of her pleasure. Her inner walls, a ravenous crucible, devoured me with possessive hunger, her hips pinning me down as if to claim me wholly. As mates, our connection transcended flesh, intertwining our spirits and souls in the intoxicating unity of our union.
”Nnh, ahh! Forever, my husband… every night, we’ll be one… ahhh!”
The pleasure surging from our union was our lifeblood, binding us as mates. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy through us, her walls enveloping me entirely. Yaten’s body, overwhelmed, collapsed into me, her voluptuous form melting into my arms as I caught her gently.
”Chu, nnh! Not yet… still not enough… I need to become one with you, hiiin!”
Our lips locked in a desperate kiss, her voice spilling into moans as another wave of climax overtook her. The relentless pounding of my spear sent her consciousness spiraling into oblivion. The bulge in her abdomen betrayed the sheer size of what she took in, each thrust hammering her womb until even an Evil Dragon drowned in the torrent of pleasure.
”Fugii?! Ohh, nngh! This… it’s addictive… truly, ohh!”
Cradled in my arms, Yaten was lost to the whirlwind of ecstasy, her face slack with a dazed, open-mouthed expression, her tongue lolling as her body quivered. She clung to my chest, her breaths heaving, her pleasure-drunk eyes gleaming with the allure of a woman wholly possessed.
Yet, she moved her hips, driven by insatiable need. Our perfectly synchronized rhythm brought us to the deepest point of connection, my spear pushing her womb upward as her walls clamped down, ravenous for my seed. Yaten’s face, now that of a female lost to desire, drooled uncontrollably, her lips seeking mine in a sloppy, fervent kiss, mingling saliva and breath.
”Your seed… chu, nnh! Give it to me… the precious seed to weave life… nnh! Fill my womb… ahh, inside!”
”Yaten!” I growled, my voice thick with intent. “I’ll pour my seed into your womb…!”
The thought of death at the Dragon-Sealing Festival ignited my primal instincts, driving me to release a torrent beyond limits. Like a candle flaring brightest before it dies, my seed erupted in a flood, an unstoppable deluge of white-hot desire. Enhanced by the Evil Dragon’s miasma, my spear and seed were imbued with savage vitality.
As the tip breached her womb, my seed flooded her, swelling her core like a balloon. Each drop carried an unerring potency, staining her womb white in a conquest of life. Her abdomen, lush and full, began to swell faintly, a small mound hinting at the seed packed within, ready to claim her eggs.
”Nnh! My husband’s seed… it’s filling my womb, swelling it… ahhh!”
Her mouth hung open, her unfocused eyes swaying in bliss. In that fleeting moment of transcendence, her face held a childlike innocence, gazing at the bulge of her seed-filled womb with melting joy.
”My husband… hold me…” she whispered, her voice soft and pleading.
Her soft, plush body was a comfort to hold, soothing even me as I embraced her. The awareness of her as my mate stirred a possessive desire, her enraptured face fanning the flames of my dominance. I held her close, stroking the womb swollen with my seed. Brimming with primal vitality, it could weave life in an instant. Our hands met, savoring the joy of creation.
”Haa, nnh! My womb’s so full it aches… kufu, with your seed laced with miasma… what a wicked child we’ll make,” she teased, her voice playful.
”I haven’t gotten you pregnant,” I reminded her. “This is just a keepsake, in case I die.”
”I know,” she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “But with such potent seed, brimming with miasma… I can’t wait to see how fiercely our child inherits the Evil Dragon’s blood.”
My seed, tainted by Yaten’s miasma, would birth a child steeped in evil’s innate nature. Nurtured by her draconic essence, my seed had become a factory of calamity, each conception requiring careful exorcism to prevent future disasters. Yaten, sensing my concern, flashed a wicked grin.
”No need to worry,” she purred. “If harm comes to you, I’ll curse your enemies to their last kin. But our children? I’ll raise them right, as their mother.”
”Children? More than one?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
”What else?” she laughed. “With my womb so full, each seed will birth a child. That’s the deal!”
Yaten seemed ready to dedicate her life to bearing and raising our children, finding solace in them should she lose her mate. Like a goddess of the earth, she would birth our legacy until the last seed was spent. But such a fate felt too tragic.
”I’m not dying,” I declared. “We’ll see the Dragon-Sealing Festival through and start our family’s new life.”
”I’m counting on it,” she replied, her voice soft with hope. “I pray this fear proves baseless.”
On the final night before heading to the Dragon-Sealing Festival, I finished seeding Yaten, the Evil Dragon who could topple the world. My resolve to fulfill our plan for our family’s future burned stronger than ever.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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