Chapter 99: Experiment – Part 1

Chapter 99: Experiment – Part 1

The maids deftly wipe my body and cast [Clean], then they use [Fireball] to quickly dry my hair. They seem to have fully grasped how to avoid cutting themselves on my scales and claws.

I take a step forward and stand in the beam of light pouring down from the glass ceiling, and my scales shine blindingly, polished so perfectly that I could use them as a mirror to reflect upon my incredible handsomeness and virility.

I look straight ahead, and my thick tail stands up in attention as I notice the divine beauty watching me with hungry, orange eyes. Her shoulder-length, almost orange hair seems to sparkle from both its silkiness and its moisture. Her fluffy fox ears point upwards in both attention and alertness, but her lazily wagging tail reveals the true feeling that lies within her heart: mischief.

She takes a step forward, and her juicy, supple breasts jiggle, immediately drawing my attention to them, almost as if it was all a deliberate distraction, then my eyes are drawn further downwards, past her fit abs, and towards her orange landing strip that contrasts with her pale skin. Nostalgic memories of that small, tight place arouse me, and my dragonator arms itself on its own.

We both walk to the side at the same time, moving towards a comfortable and lavish bed that's waiting just for us, and the maids light incenses around it, which release a stimulating flowery scent that helps to narrow my mind's focus onto my goal: Ravaging Alissa.

My cheeky fox comes up to me and puts her delicate hands on my athletic chest, feeling the firmness of my muscles, but then, like the mischievous fox she is, she suddenly grabs my shoulders and pushes me down onto the bed.

I could've easily used my tail to keep my balance, but I let myself gracefully fall backwards and simply smirk at her, my cock twitching in anticipation.

She jumps onto the bed, her face now only a few centimetri from my weapon, then she grabs the tip of my tail and gently pulls it back behind her. It lacks my scales, which exposes the black, leathery skin found underneath them, making it a very useful "toy." She stops when it touches her asshole, then a maid with oiled hands strokes my tail's tip sensually, triggering my need to penetrate.

When the maid finishes her job, I push it inside Alissa, and it slides in with ease before it becomes too thick to go any deeper.Rread latest chapters at novelhall.com

"Ahn~..." She lets out a soft, delighted moan, and my lonely dick twitches again, calling for her attention.

She grins and opens her mouth, showing her little red tongue, then she gives my head a lick, making me grit my teeth in anger as I hold back my desire to bury her head onto my cock. Dragons don't have much resistance to teasing, it seems.

Reading my mind, she suddenly swallows it whole, deepthroating it all the way until her lips reach its base, then her hands grab my balls and massage them. I feel like closing my legs since the sensitive jewels fear the touch of anything foreign, but like whenever I have a sharp-toothed, mean-looking dragon or fox swallowing my cock, the fear acts as further stimulation, enhancing my pleasure.

She chokes and gargles on my head, slowly bobbing up and down, her intense stare into my eyes seeming like a challenge posed to my self-control.

When the pleasure starts to build up, she suddenly stops, frustrating me so much that I growl and claw at the bed, cutting through the sheets and digging into the mattress, but she doesn't even have the decency to look apologetic as she gives me some of my own medicine, smirking and giggling like a naughty girl while her fluffy tail wildly wags behind her.

She straightens her back and comes closer to me, then she drops her waist down against mine, pushing my meat rod against my stomach with her pussy, but she doesn't wait there and savor being on top of me. Instead, she grinds her hips, letting out soft, enthralling moans that quickly cool my anger.

My shaft, wet with her saliva, becomes sticky with her juices and glistens in the light, then she moves her hips a bit too far forward, and I twitch my weapon up. As she pulls her hips back, my flexible cock slides in, and she squeaks, her body shivering with pleasure.

I press my tail and cock together, making her toes curl, but I quickly stop there to give her room to do what she wants.

She stops for a moment to catch her breath, then she lifts her knees, getting into a squatting position, and her mischievous smirk comes back.

My arms blur as they're drawn to her ass, giving it a loud smack, and she jumps in surprise, squeaking softly again.

I mirror her smirk and tightly grip her round ass, then I lift her hips up so high that she's almost standing, yet my cock is still inside her since I've elongated it.

Then I let her hips fall with a long, powerful stroke, which ends in a slam against my crotch.

"Ahn~...!" She moans sensually, her voice echoing throughout the wide, tall bath hall.

I lift her up, and drop her again.

"Hngh...!" I growl as I suddenly cum. It really doesn't take much to make me cum anymore.

I lift her up, and my white seed drips down along my long, long rod, then I drop her again.

"Yes~...!" She shouts in ecstasy as an orgasm hits her, her legs quivering and drained of energy while it courses through her body.

I lift her up, and she convulses, obviously still sensitive, then I drop her, and she's immediately overcome with another orgasm.

I force my tail deeper into her, and she moans loudly, her voice cracking from the mind-numbing pleasure, then I extend a tentacle to her tail, and pull strongly on its base.

"AAAH!" She squeaks, and another orgasm hits her, coming on so quickly and strongly that it bleeds through [Bind], and I flood her depths again.

I lift her up, and drop her again.

"Harder!" She angrily demands.

I lift her up, and drop her again, and again, and again.

"HARDER!"

We both orgasm every few strokes, but her own desire to be impaled on me only increases.

Her hands grab my chest, and her nails dig into my skin as she becomes so cock-crazed that she recovers some of the strength in her legs, then she moves in sync with me, escalating the impact of her impalement.

"Hngrrr..." She grits her teeth and growls like an animal as another orgasm rages through her body, and we smirk at each other for a moment as we catch our breaths, then I slam her down again.

She isn't alone anymore in having an untamable creature inside her heart, influencing her to surrender to her instincts, so, for once, she fully releases her inhibitions, letting the wild fox take full control of her desire to mate.

But she isn't a dragon, and while her mind is willing, her body grows battered and bruised. Both her nails and my claws dig into our skin, drawing blood; her hips and my crotch hurt even more with each impact; the reddened areas of skin swell as they threaten to bruise; and even our abused sexual organs beg for us to stop.

Her strength finally runs out, and she collapses on top of me, so I hug her with my padded, scaly arms and rest her head on my chest so that we can let the fire within us die down.

My long cock shrinks and withdraws from her hole, letting my precious cum ooze out, but Poosh is there to collect it for Aoi, who's a bit too busy right now to come over and claim it personally.

Once both of our fuck organs are properly cleaned, I [Heal] us both, then I get up and carry Alissa to the bath.

I carefully walk down the steps and enter the hot water, then I sit down on the jiggly, jelly-like bench and lower Alissa onto my lap.

She curls up and rests her head against my chest again, then she closes her eyes.

I find it really cute how her fox ears still remain perked up, probably so that she can catch any sounds of danger while she sleeps.

I gently caress her head with my padded claws, giving her a light, pleasant tickle, and close my eyes, too.

The battle was exciting, and the dragon is quite happy now, but the human is tired. I do have more energy than I did before, but my tolerance for violence hasn't increased that significantly, so I feel a bit drained, in both senses of the word.

As if she could read my mind, Poosh appears behind me and kindly offers, "Your Highness, would you care for a massage?"

"Yes, please."

She kneels down on the floor, and her experienced hands immediately go to work. Poosh's attentiveness might be my favorite thing about her, the second being the inside of her vagina.

After Alissa's had a good nap and my stress has melted away in the hot bath, we both get out, and we unfortunately have to part ways since we each have our own business to attend to.

Poosh opens the door for me, and I enter the meeting room, now fully dressed and refreshed, then the Officers stand to greet me and bow.

I wave my hand, and they sit down, then I sit in the biggest chair.

"Let the meeting begin," I immediately announce and give everyone a glance. "Does anyone have any questions related to the battle you witnessed?"

"Your Highness, did you... touch Cereleia's spirit with your own?" Almaria asks, sounding slightly concerned.

It actually surprises me that this is the first question she asks. "Yes, I did. It only causes pleasure, but it was unusually potent for her, for some reason. Why do you ask?"

"Well..." Almaria adjusts her glasses, trying to find the correct words to broach this topic tactfully. "There's a ritual among Dryads that is used when humanoids want to 'marry' a Dryad and become their permanent lover. It involves having sex while bleeding profusely, and it's said that this allows their spirits to 'touch' through their blood, which gives them both mind-shattering pleasure."

I blink blankly for a long moment.

"Did I accidentally marry Cereleia?" I blurt out.

Almaria awkwardly adjusts her glasses again and looks down at the table. "I don't know... but perhaps you did, in a way..." Then she looks at me with increasing worry.

I facepalm and sigh. "We'll... have to talk this out with Cereleia the next time we meet, then. She didn't give me the names of her lovers, after all."

"I still remember them, and they aren't anyone important to the Lordship, so it's incredibly unlikely that we'll ever cross paths," she assures me.

I sit up straight and point out, "We also have to set up a way to regularly communicate with her if she's to send the reports to me."

"Understood, I'll get on it." And she nods obediently.

Sai and Silvano seem very amused, while the rest are neutral, though they could just be hiding their emotions.

"About your Gift..." Sandoro starts, and I give them a rough outline of what we can do. It was for this exact moment that we required them to become Blood Slaves because it wouldn't be possible or even smart to keep my Gift a secret from the High Officers with us needing to fight together regularly.

"I see..." Sandoro hums then thinks for a moment before starting his analysis, "I noticed how you all seemed to use a wide variety of spells, but none of them, save for [Explosion], seemed to have a lot of 'Magical Power.' You have a lot of power, yes, but it still lacks the impact that an average Lord can bring onto a battlefield, though their power will never grow to be as deep or as diverse as yours due to your Gift, your Highness."

And Alcander immediately follows up, "However, we should be able to cast something big if we use [Ritualism]. If I understand it right, you prefer to keep a varied set of low-level skills instead of focusing on one, correct?"

I nod in agreement and explain myself, "Precisely. I can use spells up to level fifty, and the girls can go even higher if they have the skill points for it, but they don't have as many as me or Lina since they've had more time to level their skills than we have."

Silvano is quick to grasp the mechanics of my Gift and immediately voices a question, "Why do you keep leveling skills? Just suppress all level ups and accumulate enough points to push any skill to the maximum level at will."

But I already have an answer to that, "Leveling the skills gives us more knowledge and power than what just moving our points around can provide us. Think of it like a shortcut. It doesn't tell us how to navigate our skills, so when we have to be creative, we can't since the only thing we know is the shortcut and we never deviated from it."

He narrows his eyes and hums, pondering upon my words, "Hm... I guess it makes sense, though your Gift doesn't seem to make that much sense, to begin with." And I smile wryly while he grins.

Then Alcander wastes no more time and slyly suggests, "I think it's a good idea to start doing combat exercises with the Lordsguard so that they can get used to your 'unusual' fighting style."

Sandoro comes in to support, "I agree. None of your Highnesses fit within our units, except for Grand Hanafuria, perhaps, so I believe you'll need to learn how to fight around your men. They certainly don't have anywhere near the same versatility as you do."

I get where they're going with this, so I give them a subtle smile, then turn to Silvano and follow up with, "Sounds like a great opportunity to train with you, Sir Silvano. You also seem to have a very 'unusual' fighting style, or so I've heard."

"That sounds..." Silvano mumbles, very suspicious of what we're aiming for, but we give him a stern front, pressing him into acceptance. "Like a good idea," he relents, albeit a bit skeptical.

Alcander smirks as the bait has worked perfectly, then he returns to being stoic and points out, "It seems that our greatest weakness will be Lord-level magical combat since we don't have enough High Mages to counter most other Lords."

"Did we answer all of your questions, your Highness?" Almaria asks amusedly.

I nod happily like a good child. "Yes. Thank you."

And she lowers her head respectfully with a wide smile, then the two friends turn to each other.

Yunia sighs and relaxes as she brings the conversation onto something more casual, "So, how are you doing lately, Almaria?"

The bookish woman grins and answers amiably, "I'm happy to be back at work. There's no other job as rewarding as serving a Lord."

Yunia nods, pleased with her answer, and points out, "You'll also be the instructor for our children."

And Almaria gladly answers, "I'll be looking forward to it. I still remember holding you as a baby. You were so adorable back then."

Yunia is unfazed by the teasing, merely raising an eyebrow and questioning, "'Were'?"

"Now you're a beautiful woman, so your adorableness has been replaced with something better."

Yunia smiles smugly and pours out another shot, though she only gives me a quarter of what they're drinking.

"What about you two? How are you adapting to being a Lord," Almaria returns the question.

"Swimmingly," I answer with a grin.

"That is...?" Almaria turns to Yunia for an explanation.

"Without a problem, that goes for both of us," she translates for me.

And I immediately blurt out, "Only because we're all together. I used to actively avoid nobility, and I'd shiver at the idea of becoming a Lord one day."

Almaria takes a sip as she warmly asks, "And Yulania made you change your mind?"

"Of course I did," Yunia proudly replies.

I give my golden elf a loving look and whisper, "I'm so grateful that we were brought together."

Almaria chuckles softly at our flirting, then she looks down at her glass while she ponders and takes another sip. "I'm honestly excited about the future," she shyly confesses, then raises her droopy eyes to meet ours, and I recognize the determination blooming within them. "My children have already grown up, and I have nothing left undone, so I'll always be ready to serve you until the end."

Yunia suddenly gets up and walks over to Almaria, then she sits down in the chair beside hers and grabs her hand. "And I'm honored to have you here," she affirms with conviction.

Then Almaria turns to me. "I believe in your vision for the future."

Over the rest of the afternoon, we have a casual talk about the future and our dreams, then we gradually shift topics to the present and our hopes, followed by another shift towards the past and what we want to change.

The extract makes me quite giggly and relaxed, renewing my energies and clearing my head of doubts. I've always thought about doing something like LSD because of the supposed benefits it has for mental health, and it seems that Eia has a somewhat similar effect, though it obviously doesn't make me trip like LSD would.

Once bath time comes, I only take a quick dip since I'm already clean, and instead, I dedicate my time to playing with the girls.

Osaria and Klein get the most attention this time since they've been working quite hard and need some "stress-relief." There always seems to be someone wanting to get our attention who doesn't really need it, and my elven milf has been dealing with these sorts of people while working closely with the Mayor.

She always has my singing bird with her, so I know for certain that the fool only has eyes for Yunia.

I'm already becoming quite possessive of Osaria. And I'm not sure if she enjoys that, so I'd better watch myself.

Then I realize something.

Osaria and I are so close, yet she doesn't appear in the "Companions" tab of my Gift. Why is that? Roxanne and Ciel appeared in there immediately after we had sex, but not Osaria, so what's so different about her?

I feel uncomfortable just thinking that it might be because she doesn't love me enough, but then I remember that I'm the one who asked her to be a concubine instead of a wife.

Perhaps it's because I've never relied on her like I have with the girls.

Dinner is more Kibbeh, a lot more, and we devour it all with a ravenous hunger. Alissa is definitely ashamed of how much she enjoys it, but Aoi and I gorge on it unabashedly with grins of delight.

"Wolfy needs to eat a lot of meat to grow big and strong," Roxanne subtly teases and grins.

"Dad's mostly vegetarian, though," Klein comments innocently.

"Meat is more efficient at helping you to gain muscle," Lina retorts matter-of-factly.

"But you can't eat too much fat, or you'll... get fat," I add with a wry smile.

Then we continue talking about food and nutrition, causing Roxanne's grin to dull and fade away as her teasing is ignored and turned into a learning opportunity instead.

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