From the Tora no Ana bonus paper included with Volume 1 of the book. This story takes place somewhere between chapters 30 and 31 of the main narrative.
The forests of northern Celesta.
This area is sparsely populated, with few villages or colonies. Even if a dragon were to take off or land here, it would only cause a minor commotion among the birds and animals—hardly any real trouble.
We were traveling by dragon from Tark to the royal capital when we decided to take our nth bathroom break here.
…Though “bathroom break” doesn’t mean we can’t do anything else, of course.
Being cooped up in a carriage makes you want to stretch your legs and get some exercise. After hours in the unstable environment above the clouds, you just crave lying flat on your back with your spine pressed against the ground.
So, at Diarne’s behest, we were free to do as we pleased for about thirty minutes. Everyone went their own way.
…And in that chaos, I couldn’t really do much because my legs wouldn’t move.
Of course, I could use crutches and get around, but the trouble of struggling out of the carriage and walking seemed like more effort than it was worth—especially when a simple change of pace sounded appealing. So, I figured I’d just sit back and wait.
“Ho? You’re not coming?”
“There’s nothing particularly interesting here for me, and walking with a cane is a pain.”
“Didn’t you ask Hilda to perform that procedure to make you walk again?”
“I could have, but I don’t need to go that far… Besides, Hilda’s probably enjoying her break too.”
“You’re so hesitant. …Or frustrating. …You’ve got a prime mating hole now. If you’re bored, why not use it?”
A direct hit. I flinch.
No, it’s not like I hate sex or anything?
But wait a minute. Until recently, I was still a virgin.
Even if the timing is perfect, “Hey, this is a great chance! Let’s do it! Strip! Open up!”—I just don’t have the guts to say that out of nowhere.
”…Honestly, trying to create the right atmosphere and get into that in thirty minutes while I’m stuck like this? That’s too difficult for me.”
“Ho? Atmosphere?”
Lila parrots me. Then, with a slightly exasperated look, she ruffles her hair.
“If we were lovers, fine, but why must you bother appeasing the mood of a female hole slave? Just strip and spread your legs already!”
“Seriously? You’re the only one who’d actually do that?”
Even if everyone says they’re okay with being slaves, suddenly saying that would probably confuse them.
I can’t endure that atmosphere and put up with such a harsh master in just thirty minutes.
“That’s why you should order me to do it. Or even Jeanne.”
“Ehh…”
Lila glares down at me as if to say, “What’s the big deal?” But suddenly doing something like that would make it hard for me to get into the mood.
Besides, if we’re going to do this, I’d need to call Hilda back first so I can move my legs. She’s not even visible anymore.
”…Damn it, frustrating! Alright, Jeanne!”
“Mmph.”
Jeanne suddenly appeared from out of nowhere.
She must have been listening right outside the carriage the whole time. It’s startling—she should at least show her face from the start.
Lila hopped onto the carriage after Jeanne and grabbed her clothes carelessly, yanking them upward.
It came off with a whoosh, just like a toddler changing.
Jeanne, raising her hands innocently to pull the clothes off and then smoothing back her hair, is adorable. But even with just panties and a collar, she doesn’t feel erotic.
Then Laila stripped down roughly too.
Her magnificent breasts and alluringly curved waist declare a potent sensuality. As someone who’s always preferred big boobs, my eyes are inevitably drawn to them.
Looking at Jeanne’s flat-chested body, remembering the feel of what’s inside—it’s still a little too difficult to get excited about her right now.
“Hmm. Are Laila-nee-sama’s breasts really that good?”
“W-well… as a man, boobs are pretty much unavoidable.”
“Even for a dwarf, Laila-nee-sama’s boobs are a bit much…”
“Heh heh. Jeanne, you have this here, yes?”
Laila reached into Jeanne’s armpit and hoisted her up in front of me.
Jeanne’s panties came into view.
“That inside… that small, tight space—that’s your strength! Even I can’t compete with that.”
“S-so being small is good, huh?”
“Other races would tear apart, but a dwarf’s snatch is sturdy. That smallness will be delicious for our master!”
Laila’s mature naked body, Jeanne’s tiny vagina.
Remembering the feel of both, I finally felt my mood shift toward coupling, and my erection pushed against the fabric of my pants.
But with one leg useless, things were going to take a while.
Even lifting my hips was difficult without leverage from below the knee, so I fumbled around, half-undressing myself just to get it out.
”…Heh heh. Look, Jeanne. Our master is embarrassingly impatient to taste your hole.”
“Wow…♪”
Don’t say “embarrassingly.” My feelings are surprisingly delicate, you know?
The cock I pulled out, flushed with embarrassment, twitched at the thought of being inside Jeanne’s vagina.
Taking a breath, I reached for Jeanne’s hips, which were dangling midair, and slowly lowered her panties.
The cloth was peeled away from her slender, still-childlike waist, revealing her innocent crotch.
Imagining my cock crudely spreading those small labia, feeling the tight grip—my erection twitched involuntarily.
“Ah… I wanna slam Tencho’s thick dick into this…”
“Ah…”
Contrasting Laila’s mature, fleshly presence, Jeanne’s youthful, delicate body becomes even more alluring.
I get to savor these two bodies radiating opposite charms however I like.
Whether my cock is particularly thick… well, for Jeanne’s body, that’s a necessary disclaimer.
“Heh heh. Then let’s do it…”
Laila, holding Jeanne’s body aloft, slowly lowered her until Jeanne’s form was hovering over me, still seated. Her small labia were spread open by my cock as I aimed for her.
“Ngh… u-ah… haa… ngh♪”
Jeanne accepted with flushed excitement.
I thrust deep in face-to-face position, then paused to catch my breath. Laila placed a hand on Jeanne’s hips and began forcing her small body up and down.
“Uwah… Laila-neechama… A, nyaaah!?"
"Hoho. The Master cannot be denied his pleasure. I must assist.”
A female slave being forcibly bred by another.
A pitiful sight… yet Jeanne is a pure masochist.
Given even a moment with such forced intercourse, she adapts completely—leaving me no room for worry.
Her small, tight cunt is the perfect instrument for inducing pleasure.
But when it’s thrashed up and down by the hands of a strong dragon, there’s no way she’ll last long.
I avert my gaze from Jeanne, clinging and moaning with her tongue out, biting my lip as I watch the ceiling of the carriage, resisting climax.
But that only lasts for a few moments.
Her young womb, being shaken rapidly by Laila’s hands, grants me no respite to cool down.
”Kuh… I’m gonna—!"
"Fnnnyaaaah…♪”
I feel the pleasure as I blast my seed into her small womb, vision flickering.
Regaining my trembling breath, I meet Jeanne’s eyes, equally tossed about by unexpected ecstasy.
”…Ehehe. You’re coming."
"I am."
"Ho. Next is me. There’s no time for rest.”
Laila grins wickedly from behind Jeanne’s head.
Then, a voice calls out from outside the carriage.
”…I’m sorry, but time has passed.”
It was Diane. The others were gathering at a distance.
”Ho. How stingy. Can’t you wait another go, maybe twenty minutes?"
"No. I’ll allow this much as per Andy’s wishes, but granting further exceptions will open the floodgates—everyone will want their turn!"
"You needn’t rush so. Why not just throw a wild party here for the night?"
"If we ignore our purpose, it won’t end in just one night!”
That Diane… I’m happy, really, but if everyone’s true desire—“I also want to fuck”—is just let loose like that, it’ll get out of hand.
It’s finally spiraling out of control.