A few days before the Spirit Festival, a “cabin” loaded with kids from Private Polka Academy will take off.
Besides my “fuck room,” it’s basically a flying children’s room—officially called the “Airborne Kid Pod”—equipped with six bunk beds. It’s mainly used for mass transport of kids.
The basic calculation is one kid per bed, making the official capacity 18 per cabin, but since they’re kids, you can squeeze two or three into a bed if you push it a bit. So, realistically, it can hold up to 40 people max.
In practice, we have plenty of dragons available, so we don’t usually need to pack them in that tightly. Those are just design specs.
The only time we fully utilize these cabins is around this time of year—winter. We don’t take kids to the summer Spirit Festival, and even during Polka Academy’s opening and closing ceremonies, we don’t move that many kids at once.
“Everyone, checked the locks?”
After confirming all the kids are aboard, I make each dragon check their cabin doors too.
A few years back, one kid tried to pee out of a flying cabin and fell. Another dragon managed to catch him in time, so he didn’t die, but ever since then, we’ve put a magic lock on all the windows and doors to prevent them from opening mid-flight. Kids are too flexible and do unpredictable things sometimes. Better safe than sorry.
“Checked."
"Confirmed."
"Mine’s locked too."
"All secure.”
The dragons take their jobs seriously. Even with all this, you can’t rule out a one-in-a-million chance, so it’s standard practice to have a spare dragon—no cargo, just scouting—fly at the rear of the formation. This time, I’ve asked Silver Dragon Solis to handle that.
“We’ll make a descent every hour for bathroom breaks. Still, some kids will wet themselves anyway—that’s kids for you. Can’t be helped.”
When it’s just adults, we take bathroom breaks every two or three hours. With kids, you have to be extra careful.
Every time we land for a break, a few kids wander off and don’t come back right away, but each dragon is responsible for keeping an eye on their charges, so they rarely get completely lost. Sometimes you get real hellions like Freya who genuinely try to run off (and yeah, Freya’s the only one so far), but it can’t be helped. Once, after leaving her behind at a stop and coming back later, she was crying, thinking we’d abandoned her. She’s still a kid, though. Yeah.
Ever since then, whenever Freya travels in the “kid cabin,” Nia has to ride along to make sure she doesn’t escape.
“Alright, let’s take off. Basso by tonight, Tark by tomorrow evening. Don’t worry about being a little late—be flexible.”
I run through the itinerary with the dragons as usual.
Since we draw lots to assign duties, the lineup of transport dragons changes slightly every time, so I have to give detailed orders each trip.
This time, half the transport team is my personal dragons, and the rest are from Crystal and Misty’s palaces… or rather, on temporary assignment.
The dragons not assigned to transport naturally spend the trip entertaining me in my “fuck room.”
“Being carried around while I lounge hasn’t happened in a while."
"I could fly with Solis if you wanted."
"Hoh. I don’t dislike being comfortable.”
Inside my “fuck room,” Laila is happily sprawled out on one of the beds.
Besides her, there are other female slaves, plus some who aren’t slaves but are courtesans from “Cosmos Bookstore” and maids from the maid group returning to Tark—about ten people in the cramped cabin. It’s a little tight for everyone to stretch out, so some are perched on the edges of beds or sitting on luggage benches, but as always, everyone is either naked or half-naked.
And Elenia’s mixed in with them.
”…What?"
"I was hoping you’d ride in the kid cabin, Elen."
"No way. It’s fine here… I mean, it’s not like I care if Andy’s having sex."
"…Awkward.”
My bright-haired, golden-bobbed darling daughter, with one side a little longer than the other.
A willowy frame for her age, but even now, the budding swell of her chest hints at the voluptuous proportions of her mother… No, no, as a father I shouldn’t be looking at her like that, but still, yeah. If she grows up like this, men will be lining up to get a piece of her.
And seeing her bravely holding her own against all the gorgeous dragons and dark elves around her—not to mention my own naked mother—despite being completely overwhelmed by their presence… it’s just… adorable.
“But seriously, doing hardcore sex in front of my daughter is kinda embarrassing, you know?"
"Is that really how you want to put it, Seren…"
"But you do want to make a little sister for Ele, right?"
"Why are you so set on ‘sister’? A brother would be fine too."
"I just feel like she’ll end up being another girl.”
Seren says she’s embarrassed, but then leans in without hesitation and plants a kiss on my cheek, practically daring Ele to say something.
Of course, completely naked. Full-on female mode in front of my daughter.
And it’s not just Seren—most of the female thralls have no intention of stopping at “one kid is enough.” They’re still fully committed to breeding.
A decade or so is a pretty standard interval for making kids with elves and dragons. To humans, that’d be a huge age gap between siblings, but for elves, it’s more like having kids every year.
So naturally, Neia, who’s already struggling with Freya, and Luna, who already has six kids, are still going strong. They’re all active sex partners…
“I gotta keep up so Ele doesn’t steal you away from me!”
She declares her rivalry to my daughter with such confidence.
…Seriously, Seren? Is that really okay?
“That’s great. I wish mine could grow up this harmoniously,” Cosmos says, resting a hand on her cheek and looking at Seren and Elenia with envy.
”…Is there some sign of disharmony?"
"Anemone started saying she likes Carlos more than you! Kids are so easily swayed by anyone who gives them presents…”
“No, that’s perfectly healthy."
"Primula understands the allure of Daddy’s… well, you know,” Cosmos trails off.
“Wait. What are you teaching Primula? She’s only four!”
Crap. I thought she was a little eccentric but generally balanced.
“What can I say? When it’s my own daughter saying ‘a man’s appeal is in his… equipment,’ there’s not much I can do, right?"
"I think there’s a problem.”
And honestly, a toddler who falls for their father’s… equipment is just wrong. She’s still too young to understand, which is why she lives inside the Vapor Palace.
“Ho. If you waste time on weird debates like that, we’ll reach the next rest stop before you even finish! We’ll land before you can cum!”
Lila chides us.
But seriously, we need to have a proper discussion about our parenting style—especially when it comes to the abnormal direction of her sex education.
…Just as I turn back to Cosmos, Elenia says in a low voice, “Andy. After all this, you’re still being gross for nitpicking like that.”
“Guh…”
I collapse.
To be told by my daughter that the unconditional curse word that instantly defeats a father is “gross”…!
“Yeah, I get it. I know full well that a guy who gathers dozens of naked women besides his wife and then, unbelievably, makes babies with them as a hobby while having his daughter in attendance has zero credibility when he starts talking about morals or whatever.”
“Maybe I should just gracefully accept everything and say, ‘Whatever, it’s all good! If you want me to fuck whoever, even my own daughter, then I’m taking it all!’ That’d be easier to deal with than if you were being some kind of overbearing tyrant.”
“But, you know… there are still lines a human being has to draw. Even if things get weird, there are things you just can’t ignore. There are absolute limits, I think.”
“Okay, okay. I get it, Andy. We both know you’re thinking about your kid’s life, Ele-chan and I,” Seren said as she helped me up.
“That being said, since you’ve already worked up the courage to come along… heh heh♪”
“I don’t think you really get it…”
“Come on, Ele-chan. You’ve already done the blowjob thing, right? Show your mom how good you are at it?”
”…Is that okay?”
“It’s fine, it’s fine! Your old man can’t get soft after one or two goes, hehe♪”
And so, in the middle of the hut as it was taking off, the father thrusts his dick in front of his daughter’s face. The mother watches with a smile as her daughter takes it into her mouth.
And not just the mother, but Cosmos-san, Lila, the other prostitutes, and the maids—all the passengers—are watching intently as Eleonora hesitantly lowers herself onto all fours, taking the head of the cock into her mouth and beginning to caress it with her tongue.
“Good job, Ele-chan.”
“That’s the spirit! Don’t rush it. If you push yourself too hard and mess up your rhythm, you’ll only make it harder to finish.”
Slightly accurate advice mixed in with encouragement. Probably because she’s a prostitute from Cosmos-san’s place.
Listening to that, Eleonora sways her slender naked body back and forth, occasionally letting out a strained, nasal sound as she continues to valiantly service the meat stick.
…Or rather, please forgive this pathetic father whose endurance is halved just by having Eleonora suck him off.
Please understand that it’s because there’s so much love. It’s not like I have any amazing technique or anything, but a raging sense of guilt and depravity mixed with something like gratitude combine into an emotional storm that amplifies the stimulation of my dick with every stroke, threatening to kill me. Not just half, but half again. No, maybe even half of that again.
As a result, before she could even really get going, I let out a pathetic moan and instantly tensed up, trying to hold back.
“Ah… Ele, I’m gonna… I’m gonna come… ah…”
I haven’t improved at all. I think it was like this last time too.
And then Eleonora pulled away from the dick for a moment, licked her lips with her tongue, and said,
“Come on, you premature poppa…♪”
Only at times like these does she emphasize “poppa,” and then she took it back into her mouth again.
“Ugh…!”
I couldn’t hold it in and came. I shot a generous amount of cum directly into my daughter’s throat with force.
”…Wow… Seriously, you really do get me to come fast when Ele-chan licks me…”
Seren gave a wry smile as she picked up the semen overflowing from her daughter’s lips with two fingers and licked it off without any hesitation.
“Well then, can Mommy have a turn at baby-making now?”
“Eh…? You’re planning on using your daughter’s blowjob as foreplay…?”
A perverted struggle between mother and daughter over the dick. And while they watch it all with amusement, the other passengers subtly flash me knowing looks, hinting that it’s my turn next.
One bathroom break every hour. A slow pace in a large group.
To Taruk… it’s still a long way to go.