Chapter 95 Interlude꞉ Soothing the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline – Yaten
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Only you could conquer the entire Evil Dragon’s Bloodline, Master,” Yaten said, her voice dripping with delight.
Her expression melted into a blissful smile as she gazed at the family—mothers and children alike—bound to their Master. The harem, the pinnacle of the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline, was a vision of devotion, each soul captivated by the one chosen as their eternal Mate. The world-shattering greed of the Evil Dragon transformed into selfless adoration before him, and Yaten, with her captivating allure, bared her voluptuous form, yearning to be claimed alongside her kin.
Her belly, swollen with their third child, pulsed with vibrant life, exuding a rich, feminine aura. Once a femme fatale who ensnared countless hearts, Yaten now radiated motherhood, her jewel-like Blessed Womb a testament to her surrender. The contrast—seductress turned nurturing mother—stirred an undeniable urge for exclusivity in her Master.
Straddling his waist, Yaten pressed her swollen belly against him, letting him feel the weight of the two lives within.
”Well, Master?” she purred, her eyes gleaming with desire. “Your seed has taken root, blossoming into life within my womb.”
She guided his hand to her rounded curves, the unborn child’s eager stirrings pulsing beneath his touch.
The thrill of the child’s excitement, a manifestation of pure instinct, washed over him, igniting his primal urge to claim her as the mother of his lineage. He traced the soft contours of her belly, savoring the life within, and met Yaten’s gaze as she licked her lips, hungry for his approval.
”It’s breathtaking,” he said, his voice warm with awe. “This belly, proof of our child, is a beautiful, sacred thing I’d protect with my life.”
”Of course,” Yaten replied, her tone proud yet tender. “It cradles our precious little one. But… there’s a concern.”
”They’re afraid of being born, aren’t they?” he said, catching the faint unease in the child’s movements. “They revel in my touch, but a trace of fear lingers.”
Yaten’s eyes softened with sorrow.
”It’s a grave matter. Our child, unable to embrace the joy of life because of this fear…”
She continued to caress her belly, trying to soothe the unborn, but the lingering dread pierced her heart like a needle. The child clung to their touch, desperate for comfort, yet the fear of birth remained.
”Words can’t reach an unborn child,” Yaten murmured, her voice resolute. “We must show them through action.”
”Then we both know what’s needed,” he said.
”Indeed,” Yaten agreed, a sly smile curving her lips. “As a Papa’s Daughter, our child needs soothing from your Magic Spear.”
”The Evil Dragon’s Bloodline is mine,” he declared. “My power will erase their fears, captivating them completely.”
Yaten chuckled. “A Magic Spear for a frightened child, hmm?”
The children of the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline were enthralled by the Magic Spear, its pulsing vitality and miasmic aura stirring their deepest instincts. Like a beacon in a stormy sea, its dark, majestic presence was an absolute force to the unborn, a divine symbol of the one who gave them life.
It’s everything, they seemed to feel, their souls captivated the moment they sensed it. Bowing their tiny horns in reverence, they pressed against the womb, pledging loyalty to their father. The children of Yaten, Sakuya, and Uigetsu, their souls wholly enthralled, forgot their fears, consumed by devotion to him alone.
A single touch of the magic spear reshaped their souls into perfect Papa’s Daughters. The Evil Dragon’s innate darkness was transcended by this bond, their hearts claimed from the moment of birth, warding off malice through their fall to devotion.
Thus, the Soothing Ritual was essential for every child of the Bloodline, and Yaten’s unborn deserved its supreme touch. Raising his dark, majestic power, he pressed it against the ripe, peach-like curves of Yaten’s form, its aura overwhelming.
”Your Magic Spear remains as fierce and wicked as ever,” Yaten teased, her voice thick with admiration. “Only a daughter of the Evil Dragon could withstand such a presence—oh, the child’s stirring already!”
As Yaten shifted, the magic spear stood towering, its grandeur rivaling her swollen belly. Unyielding, it pulsed with White Nectar, a living embodiment of primal urge.
Its veins throbbed, dark and fierce, and when pressed against Yaten’s belly, the unborn child quaked in awe, its tiny limbs moving in reverence. Through the womb, the child’s budding horns brushed the spear, clinging to its power as if pledging itself wholly.
”My Bloodline can’t resist you, Master,” Yaten said, her voice a mix of pride and surrender. “Even before birth, our child is yours, heart and soul.”
”Don’t press too hard, Yaten,” he cautioned, his tone gentle but firm.
”Fear not,” she replied, her smile warm. “As a mother, I’d never harm my little one. This… this is simply teaching them who their father is.”
Her hands guided the magic spear closer, letting it rest against her belly.
The soft, deliberate motion, paired with the child’s eager stirrings, taught the unborn the essence of their father. But in that moment, Yaten trembled, overwhelmed by a surge of ecstasy.
”Oh…! The little one’s melting, falling completely…” Yaten gasped, her voice trembling with ecstasy. “Even my heart as a mother is sinking in bliss—such sweet rapture from feeling you, Master! The Magic Spear’s touch alone brings… ngh… such overwhelming ecstasy!”
The unborn child’s stirrings roared like a cannon, sweeping Yaten into its fervor. The caress of Father’s magic spear sparked an explosive joy that surged through the umbilical bond, engulfing the mother in a tide of ecstasy.
Her nurturing expression gave way to a sensual, feminine allure, lost in the heights of the child’s delight. From her fertile curves, White Nectar flowed, painting her Blessed Womb in shimmering hues, her body quivering in the afterglow of their shared passion.
Within her womb, the unborn child trembled with delight, craving more of Father’s Magic Spear.
Its tiny form pressed closer, driven by a greed as deep as the abyss, a selfishness befitting the Evil Dragon’s Bloodline. Yearning for more caresses, it moved with the devotion of a loyal servant, yet its hunger revealed the untamed spirit of its lineage.
”Still not enough?” Father asked, his voice low as he stroked the Blessed Womb with the magic spear.
The child’s stirrings answered, a thunderous pulse of longing. More… I need Father, it seemed to plead, its Papa’s Daughter spirit craving further ecstasy.
As the spear’s gentle touch continued, the child’s excitement throbbed like a heartbeat, its tiny body pressing closer, begging for the absolute mercy of its creator. Yaten, too, was consumed by the child’s fervor, her own desire blazing as she urged the spear’s caress to continue.
”This is the last,” Father declared, his tone resolute. “I’ll erase the Evil Dragon’s dark instincts and the fear of birth, dyeing you fully as my Papa’s Daughter.”
Yaten’s laugh was sultry, triumphant.
”Master’s resolve is unmatched. With this, our child is truly part of the Evil Dragon’s harem.”
The ritual sealed their bond, the magic spear weaving the unborn child into the legacy of the Bloodline. In that moment, mother, child, and Father were united, their souls entwined in a devotion that transcended fear and darkness.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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