Chapter 57 Let’s Wreck the Seiryuusai Festival with Evil Dragon! ⑱ ⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Ngh! Ohh! Your manhood is so overwhelming, even I might surrender to it!” Yaten gasps, her voice a sultry growl, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
She sinks deeper onto me, offering her womb to the tip of my manhood, her body shuddering with waves of pleasure. Her lush, powerful abdomen, like the trunk of a mighty tree, reveals the dark, potent shape of my manhood pressing against her inside.
It stretches her to the limit, a bulge rising in her belly—something no human could endure. But for an evil dragon like Yaten, capable of ending worlds, it’s the ultimate thing, the one object of her carnal obsession, wordlessly proclaiming there’s nothing better to sate her lust.
”Ohhh! My womb—ngh, it’s too much, this sensation!” she cries, her voice a primal wail, breaking into a frenzied moan as pleasure consumes her.
I lift her womb gently with my manhood, as if piercing and hoisting it high. Her belly heaves up and down, her face a mask of raw, feminine surrender, brain melting under the torrent of ecstasy. Her tongue lolls from her open mouth, trembling with each climax.
From the dark flowers blooming on her full breasts, sweet-scented milk—tears of joy—spills out, raining onto my body with every quake of her frame. This milk, proof of her transformation from woman to mother, carries the potent life force of an evil dragon’s bloodline. For her kin, it’s nectar; for mortals, it’s a poison so deadly a single touch could ruin body and soul.
”My husband, drink my milk… please!” she pleads, her voice a desperate, trembling whimper.
I release our lover’s link—our clasped hands—and latch onto her breast, sucking hungrily. My tongue teases the nipple, drawing out the white honey, a venomous elixir born of her evil dragon essence. For a normal person, one sip would mean death. But as Head of the Shiryuin Clan, immune to poison and Miasma, it transforms into a divine tonic, granting me monstrous strength.
My body burns… Yaten’s essence seeps into every fiber of me!
Like a ravenous infant, I devour her milk, insatiable. Each gentle bite on her nipple unleashes a flood, filling my mouth, surging through my veins with raw power. Her flesh becomes mine, the strength of a world-ending dragon fueling a mere human.
”Kufu, you’re like a nursing babe, so adorable,” Yaten teases, her voice warm, maternal. Her hand strokes my head as if soothing a child.
Her motherly tone, laced with love, resonates as I nod in response, catching the faint chuckle she lets slip. Buried in her breast, I can’t see her face, but I feel the depth of her affection in her gaze. As a mother to Sakuya and Uigetsu, she’s mastered this act, rubbing my back while pouring her love into every drop of milk. Pierced by my manhood, we’re man and woman, yet there’s something taboo in greedily drinking her milk. Its power makes my manhood swell even larger inside her. But soon, her infinite well runs dry—no more seeps out, no matter how I suck.
”Mm, it’s all gone? It’s been a while since I bore a child… ngh, ahh! Don’t bite so hard!” she gasps, her voice spiking into a wail. “It’s empty, I said!”
To repay the heavenly nectar, I nibble her proud, erect nipple. After countless trysts as Mates, her body’s every part is my seikantai (weak point: erogenous zone). Even her motherly breasts, symbols of nurturing, react wildly to stimulation. A gentle bite, a knead of flesh, and Yaten screams, cresting another peak of pleasure.
”That’s off-limits!” she cries. “If my nipples become seikantai for nursing, it’ll ruin raising our kids!”
”Sorry, got carried away,” I mutter. “Yeah, that’s a no-go.”
”Obviously!” she snaps. “No child should see their mother climax while nursing!”
I look up to see her glaring, genuinely pissed, and I back off fast. During Sakuya and Uigetsu’s nursing days, her oversensitive nipples led to… incidents. She’d zettai (climax) mid-feeding, a scandalous mix of motherhood and lust. Since then, nipple play during Sex has been strictly forbidden.
For Yaten, blending erotic sense (ero: sexual desire) into nursing, her motherly symbol, crosses an unbreakable Line.
Human and evil dragon unions expose stark value clashes. Yaten’s Taboo (tabū: sacred boundaries) are her dragon horns, tied to her soul’s dignity, and her nipples, reserved for childcare. Love them, fine—but make them erotic, and you’ll face her Reverse Scale, the wrath of a world-ending dragon.
”Then, as penance, I’ll take the initiative,” she declares, a wicked glint in her eye.
Suddenly, my manhood is gripped by a crushing wave of pleasure. Her inside tightens like it has a will, its folds writhing, licking from base to tip. Yaten, the devastating beauty, unleashes her full arsenal. Her dragon eyes flare, pupils wide, golden irises gleaming with predatory lust. She devours my lips in a fierce kiss, sucking me in. She may surrender to my attacks, but when she takes charge, we’re both enslaved by each other’s skill. Pinning me down, she rides me like a lascivious queen, yet her hands cling to mine, our palms locked, bodies fused, never parting.
”Fill my womb with your seed, give me our cherished life,” she whispers, voice raw with need.
”I’ll give you as many as you can bear, Yaten!” I growl back.
”Kufu, a fine answer. Then give this female all your male fury—ngh!”
We promised no beastly rutting, so I thrust gently into her inside. Like a sword perfectly sheathed, the tip of my manhood kisses her womb’s entrance, a sensation so intense it could shatter my sanity. Yaten drowns in the same ecstasy, our heartbeats thundering in sync, unstoppable.
”For a good child, ngh, we nurture love,” she gasps between pecking kisses. “Not lust, but the peak of happiness… to spark life!”
Our lips brush in soft, loving kisses, not to stoke desire but to deepen our bond. Her face radiates love for me, her Mate. I return it, our clasped hands shifting to an embrace, proving our love not with words but with flesh. In this sexual yoga, our breaths, heartbeats, and souls merge completely. Even our thoughts are bare, and as Mates, we revel in this raw, soul-deep connection.
”I love you, Yaten!” I say, voice thick.
”I’ve known that forever, My husband!” she laughs.
Our love resonates, amplifying, pulling us closer. Every act feels right, like a puzzle’s fragment (piece) slotting perfectly. A slight thrust hits her womb’s entrance exactly, no planning needed. The urge to reproduce surges, our bodies, hearts, and souls fusing. We crave a child, proof of our love, a life born from this moment. My manhood swells, her womb lowers to meet it, and we cling to each other, our bodies the only refuge in this world—
”Yaten, bear my child!” I shout.
”I will, I will!” she cries. “I’ll bear your child—ngh, ahh!”
Our love explodes, blooming into a shared climax. My seed, the essence of my drive, floods her womb, welcomed eagerly as it paints her white. Her womb, swollen like a water balloon with my essence, weaves our child.
This child, born of Yaten, a world-ending evil dragon, and me, a human, is a tiny egg-like life, yet brimming with horrific Miasma—a true heir to her bloodline, a born villain. Yaten, sensing it, doesn’t despair but gazes at me with hopeful, gleaming eyes.
”A life woven with you,” she purrs. “Kufu, this one will be something special.”
”My seed, fused with the Orb, and your womb’s traits,” I say. “This kid’s gonna be a menace.”
”Then we’ll keep a tight leash,” she replies.
”Yeah, as a father, I’ll raise it right—Exorcism.”
This innate villain, still a fragile spark, gets my soul-binding leash. No matter the havoc it could wreak, it’s powerless now, so I bind it tight. To counter its evil Innate Nature, I instill emotions stronger than instinct—like Sakuya and Uigetsu, I’ll make it a papa’s girl with Charm.
”Ngh! Such… incredible power,” Yaten gasps, feeling the spell’s ripple through her womb.
Her face glows with lustrous joy, stroking her belly with tender care.
”Adoration and love for its father,” she murmurs. “Even I’m swayed by such feelings.”
”Not a bad thing, right?” I ask.
”Kufu, it’s pure joy,” she says. “A soul bound with love for its father will grow into a papa’s girl, prioritizing you over instinct. Rest easy.”
Touching her womb, I feel the tiny soul pulse with life, a torrent of Miasma and vitality surpassing Sakuya and Uigetsu. This genius child, our love’s crystal, must be watched closely to avoid becoming a calamity.
”With enough love, our child will be fine,” Yaten says. “But first—”
”—we need Void Dragon’s help to clean up the Seal Dragon Festival,” I finish.
The Shiryuin Clan’s thousand-year tradition has veered off course, but it’s time to end the Seal Dragon Festival (fūryūsai: the ritual to bind the dragon) once and for all.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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