Chapter 165: Chapter 6: Are We Really Going To War?

'No... her mark is different—why is it the same marking I placed on Marimo...' Lancelot thought to himself as Tyr began to turn her body as if making it easier for him to see her ass.Her face was beaming with a strange sense of confidence and seductive allure. "Oh~ after the night together, you're still interested in my ass? Here~ let me give you a better look; touch it all you like."

Lancelot didn't complain, his face moving closer to her warm buttocks, noticing that although it seemed like the cursed mark... it was his incubus marking that had formed on her ass—his fingers began to stroke along the marking as it glowed purple and the poor dragoness let out a loud squeak as her back arched and she began to convulse.

"Ah...that!? Why does my ass feels so amazing!?"

'Wow, my little dragon wife is so cute when she tries to endure the pleasure of an incubi's touch, haha.' Lancelot chuckled as Tyr collapsed onto the bed, her honey leaking from the warm, clammy slit now swollen and puffy from their night of rough sex.

"Master~ Tyr can't take anymore; she'll die..." Her words were half-true because Lancelot knew that by feeding off her lust, the curse would grow stronger... and even though Tyr wasn't affected by the curse, there was something about her energy that tasted very sweet—it felt addicting and delicious... as if he had used his powers during sex to make the curse different.

Instead of becoming a target beacon for whatever dark being made it... It had become something that would make Tyr more alluring and delicious for Lancelot the more they did erotic things together.

It was an unforeseen effect of the curse... however, Lancelot wasn't too worried since Tyr enjoyed having sex with him...and perhaps he could control what direction it went, but before he pondered any longer—he slapped her ass and lifted her body off the bed, her limbs were weak and hanging low, while her eyes dazed and dreamy.

"Come on then—we need to get some food because your little tummy is rumbling." He teased Tyr, who nodded her head weakly, clinging to Lancelot while wearing nothing... Neither of them felt the need to hide or get dressed and headed downstairs to the spot that Tyr pointed out as they snuck into the kitchen.

Lancelot noticed that Tyr always wore clothes unless they were alone... which meant she must've been hiding her true nature from others—the fact she chose to go naked was also a sign that she trusted him deeply.

They entered through a hidden door behind the countertop, sneaking inside while Lancelot made some sandwiches and soup to fill their stomachs—Tyr watched him cook curiously before offering to help.

"Here~ Tyr will feed Master," She spoke cheerfully while Lancelot sat down and allowed the naughty dragoness to spoon-feed him.

He stroked her soft hair while smiling gently at Tyr's earnest effort—the two of them kissed before eating together happily, talking about various topics until Tyr asked Lancelot a question.

"Emperor~ Tyr wants to know... why do you have a cursed marking from one of the old gods on your chest?" She tilted her head cutely as Lancelot then realised just how old this 'cute' and plump dragoness really was, and told her everything that had happened since arriving in the fairy kingdom—about meeting the necromancers and getting cursed.

When he finished explaining, Tyr listened quietly before speaking up.

"The old gods... Tyr thinks that the Master should avoid using magic until finding someone strong enough to remove it. Many people within the fairy court dabble in the ancient arts of dark rituals and summoning—you never know what kind of being might answer your call if you use such dangerous magics carelessly."

For a moment, he felt stunned to hear a serious answer from Tyr before she passed a mirror and saw her ass... at first, she looked shocked and upset, looking at Lancelot as if she had done something wrong, but he seemed to have realised what she worried about and stepped forward wrapping his arms around her, once again touching the marking to make her climax as the mark turned purple...

"Nnnn, no, this isn't fair.... haa...!?" Tyr complained as she looked at him with teary eyes, her hands grasping his arms.

"You said yourself—this marking doesn't hurt you and makes you feel good whenever I touch it... If you want it removed, then wait till we return home... until then... consider it my reward—I will take care of you every night, haha."

"Don't worry... it won't affect our children if we ever decide to have any." Lancelot smiled, his fingers teasing the marking that would constantly edge Tyr on the brink of euphoria as the mark flashed purple for a moment, but he enjoyed teasing her.

"No... what if I get addicted to this cruel pleasure..." Tyr whimpered, her voice shaking as Lancelot touched her marking while nibbling on her ear playfully...

"Then you'll forever be mine... hmm, maybe I am happy you bear my incubus mark... now other males won't think you're available—after all... only those chosen by the Emperor can enjoy your body, and I am very selfish and possessive."

Lancelot whispered seductively while Tyr shuddered under his embrace before collapsing limply against his chest as she suffered a constant hell of impure bliss and denial over and over...

"Ahh... okay, Tyr understands~ master gets lonely easily... I promise to stay by your side forever." The dragoness promised as she nuzzled herself affectionately against Lancelot while coiling her tail around his waist lovingly.

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The two stopped playing in the kitchen after cleaning up—they finally got dressed and stood on the almost empty walls of the fairy town, looking towards the area where the humans came from and fled. Lancelot believed it wouldn't be long before that existence sent someone to attack him or harm his connected ones.

He wanted to prepare as best he could... but how could he fight against such an unknown existence? Tyr did have the information, but this cheeky dragon wanted him to service her in order to gain the info he needed.

"Emperor~ Tyr wonders... What will happen to the humans that ran away? Will they come back to reclaim their land?" The curious dragon asked while Lancelot shook his head and replied.

"If they return... I will kill them—no matter how many people live here, they are all fairy subjects, and I don't plan on letting anyone mistreat them." Lancelot declared firmly while Tyr giggled happily, nodding her head in agreement before asking another question.

"What if... those humans brought reinforcements—what if there are hundreds or even thousands of soldiers waiting outside fairy borders... planning to launch an invasion to claim these lands for themselves?"

This time, Tyr seemed genuinely concerned as Lancelot heard the sounds of wings flapping followed by Tiamat descending from above—she landed beside Lancelot, a strange sense of worry inside her golden eyes while her crimson hair danced in the chilly winds, her lips opening to convey her message. seaʀᴄh thё nôᴠel Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"My Lord, Guinevere was worried about your safety and requested that I should come and aid you, but it seems you have handled the situation perfectly—I have news regarding those humans... they aren't human at all, but monsters wearing human skin," Tiamat reported while Tyr looked at Lancelot, her expression full of concern.

"Go on..." He waved as she leaned against the blue and white marble wall.

"They were humans until selling themselves to a stage cult of necromancers... the entire nation from its king to the stablehands... all of them are now undead...

Undead that worship a deranged being of corruption and depravity... Lilith." Tiamat explained as Lancelot sighed heavily while Tyr shivered in fear, her hand grabbing his arm tightly as she pressed her large breasts against his elbow.

"I don't like necromancers—they are bad people who use dragon eggs and fairy blood for their spells... to make zombie dragons..." Tyr whispered as if she was remembering a harsh past. Lancelot patted her head reassuringly, turning his attention towards Tiamat, who continued explaining.

"Their king has sold his soul to Lilith... and the corrupted queen wishes to make this nation a new base of operations—I believe she plans to invade fairy lands... I suggest we strike first and eliminate them before they have a chance to fortify their position."

It felt drastic... one moment we were just defending against trolls, to now attacking a human kingdom, but Lancelot knew that those dark beings served even stronger masters and the devouring one that was written on his curse... It is likely her mistress or master, and since that thing will be after him anyway... He felt like it might be worth taking the fight to them.

"Alright... Let us attack this kingdom—how long do we have until they fortify their positions?" Lancelot questioned as Tiamat smiled proudly.

"They left three days ago, travelling slowly due to carrying their supplies and wounded—I would assume there would be a week at most before they are ready to launch an assault themselves?" Tiamat thought, thinking back to the kingdom she observed overhead.

'I need to get more troops here... and see if Sumika and Guinevere want to have some fun.'