Chapter 129 129: Origin - Part 1

Aine leaned forward, causing the seat to creak, sliding closer. Her deep, wondrous cleavage, like an endless ravine of peach paradise, entered Vincent's vision. He didn't want to look at his future mother like this and turned his eyes away. His mind filled with thoughts of the day Efrita matured like this woman.

'This woman is too fiery. The temptation is so great. Doesn't her partner care?'

Her lips curved into a blissful smile, watching his reactions. 'Haha! This old woman still has it. Able to charm this young man with mere cleavage. So innocent and cute, despite being one of those arrogant birdmen. Shall I eat him up? Aldan won't mind. He has his secret little flood dragon lover, after all!'

Aine slid her tongue over her glossy red lips before she continued the topic. She continued to stroke his hair, soothing his bewildered mind.

"Although I cannot tell you everything, let me give you an idea. The priestess is the closest dragon to becoming a god. I am not sure who gifted them this ability, nor do I care. It only means that our priestess gains many abilities that can bend rules we thought ironclad."

'His little eyes cannot resist such a lewd boy. Though he smells like those fiends from the dungeon, this cute boy isn't unbearable, so let me comfort him in the absence of his real mommy. Fufu!'

"What does it mean to be closest to becoming a god?" Vincent asked, his head resting on her huge, soft breasts that soothed his entire being. Like sleeping on an expensive bed with soft pillows, he felt a little drowsy.

'Aine smells so sweet. It reminds me of my mother after intense training sessions when she would let me sleep on her lap and stroke my forehead. So nostalgic; I miss them both…. Let's visit the capital soon after I kill that fat elven noble!' His eyes became narrow, filled with a murderous glint, before softening and looking gentle again.

Her soft hands stroked through his fluffy hair and tickled his feathered ears. To be honest, she enjoyed this feeling, like having her own son, but she could mate with him if possible. 'Fufu, this forbidden sense of pleasure is too much.' She looked back and noticed Aldan had never returned and was most likely at his lover's place.

Dragons were a strange race. The males would switch their lovers after having one child. This was to increase their numbers after the dungeons caused them to plummet. Aine did not blame Aldan; he was a brilliant father and never did wrong by Ifritah. It might seem odd to humans, but Dragons were a species that lived almost eternally. Life without spice was boring.

'I wonder if that green dragon he's dating still sleeps with her previous mate.'

Aine held an intense pride and would never accept the male's tradition of going to another woman. The moment he confessed to courting the green flood dragon, Aine ended their relationship as a couple. That was over two hundred years ago.

However, they didn't hate each other. Aine accepted dragons were like that. Although she could easily have her eggs fertilised by any male in the tribe. She was a priestess and very desirable, but she didn't and remained the loving mother of Ifritah and allowed Aldan to treat this as his home when those other women were done.

The girl, her daughter, constantly fought with her half-sister... Same with that earth-dragon girl who always puts bugs in Ifritah's food during their studies.

'I wonder when he plans to tell Silvari, Delphine and Ifritah the truth….'

"Well, the god we speak of is not the true god that humans believe in. It's more like the divines in tales, all-powerful in their chosen path. They can guide souls and restore them to new bodies. Although I heard tales that true gods existed once, these dungeons were their punishment for our sins and way of life. Humans and their wisdom and ideas are fascinating!"

Vincent imagined grand scenes as the night settled. The loud snores of the young Ifritah resounded like a boar from the upper rooms. He could hear the singing of insects while his mind drifted into a grand scene of mighty beings. They could destroy mountains and create rivers, but could not revive the dead or leave these worlds freely.

These beings interacted with the races on the planet. Sometimes they would offer deep affection and love while helping with the crops and diseases that spread along the land. During other times, they gave their hatred and anger for the endless wars between races and racism.

His body felt a warm embrace that enveloped him in a soothing grasp, which eased his tension and worries. Aine looked at the half-sleeping boy in her arms, no longer like a hungry wolf ready to pounce. Her eyes were now wet and glazed like a mother, like her daughter Aine was a priestess, although unsuitable for a queen.

'Why do you bottle up these worries? My cute Ifritah would accept them all? No need to keep them tightly... Let me help you relax and enter a deep dream where you can see everything you wish to see.'

She could feel the countless worries and fears inside this boy's mind from the moment they met. Although he seemed to believe it was Ifritah who sent him here. Aine thought it was more likely her alternate self sent him back, wishing to ease the tension in his mind and body before he snapped.

"Little Vincent, why do you push yourself so far, spreading yourself so thin like honey on bread? Don't worry, you can rest here. Time won't pass while I tend to your strained soul. Many things you take for granted are not what they seem. My cute little Son-in-law, fu-fu!" Aine said as her long, delicate fingers stroked along his smooth cheek, squishing them like fresh dough now filled with a soft look.

The room filled with the scent of jasmine while a slight misty fog blocked vision. Aine looked sad as his body began to fade and vanish from her arms. She felt saddened at the loss of his warm, firm body.

'I hope we can hug for real next time I see you.'

He seemed to have entered a strange sleep, mixed with the powers of Aine, the former dragon priestess that showed him past visions of a peculiar but wonderful world.

'Don't worry, although you share blood with those who caused our tribe to vanish. I will never blame you, nor will my daughter. Aldan doesn't matter; he has already fulfilled his role and simply awaits Ifritah becoming an adult.'

"Well, there he goes. Are you sure this is the right thing to do, Efrita?" Aine spoke differently and looked towards the older version of her daughter.

A beautiful girl that Vincent knew well appeared from upstairs. Her long red hair and daemon horns, as she looked shy and walked towards her mother with trembling steps.

"Oh, my little girl, why are you so nervous? I love you no matter what form you take… come here! The man you found is so wonderful. It's a shame your father died so long ago. Aldan did his best as a stand-in, but you already knew the truth, right?"

"Mmmm." Efrita walked towards her mother.

The tall woman with tight abs slowly regressed several years with each step. Until she was a mere young girl in her mother's soft embrace as tears poured from her eyes. "Mommy, I missed you so much…. Don't leave me this time…. I want you to come back!"

Her little hands grasped her mother's dress and pulled her closer while her soft sobbing filled the room. Aine softly kissed her little forehead, twirling her fingers inside her hair with a gentle humming from her lips. This girl seemed only a few hundred years old right now.

"Efritah, my cute little girl. Don't worry; no matter how scared or alone you feel, mommy will always be with you. All you need to do is look into your heart. Mommy promises that until you no longer need her, she will never let you be alone again."

Aine gave a gentle smile, stroking the soft red hair of her cute daughter. "Don't worry, Effy; mother believes you can find a way. Don't cry…. you are getting snot on mother's dress! Mommy will wait until you are ready to tell him the rest and let him know what happened in those days after they took you away."

"Mmmn… I'm scared. Hold my hand until I sleep?" She nuzzled her mother with loud sniffles and tears.

Efritah was still a mere child compared to her mother's age, yet if you mentioned that, a female dragon's kick to the nuts might reincarnate you.

While Aine reminisced about stories together while clasping her daughter's hand. The fate of another child began to turn, as he would meet the woman who started everything.