Dragons grow at a glacial pace during their youth, taking five years to gain just one year’s worth of growth. Unlike elves, who mature almost as quickly as humans, it takes dragons an immense amount of time to reach adulthood. If I were to have a dragon child, there’s a high probability they wouldn’t live long enough to grow up before I did.
Judging by the carefree demeanor of old man Harry, who is still living comfortably, I suppose Polka could manage until around 100 years old. But what about beyond that? Well, if reaching adulthood is all that matters, then fine—but when you ask how long after that, the possibilities become endless.
Still, I don’t want to become some kind of immortal holy beast that never dies. That doesn’t sound appealing either. In any case, I’d like to live as long as reasonably possible. Thanks to the Spirit Spring, my body shows no signs of aging; I can’t believe I’m in my forties (my former Crossbow Squad friends from before I moved to Polka look significantly older whenever we meet). As long as I avoid danger, I think I could easily reach triple digits.
Anyway. The silver dragon girl, Solis, appears to be around ten years old. It’s been over a decade since we met, so she must have grown about two years in age. Since we see each other frequently, she doesn’t seem to have changed much.
Dragons naturally grow slowly in terms of their physical bodies, but their mental maturity reaches levels comparable to—or even surpassing—other races at a much earlier stage. Spiritually, she’s already completely settled. That’s why her demeanor is so mature for someone who looks so young; it gives her an oddly enigmatic presence.
That said…
Lately, or rather, ever since I found out about what happened with Frena, Solis has been radiating an intense pressure.
“My lord… it seems you’re planning to have children with Lady Frena.”
“W-wait, that’s not what I meant! I’m being extremely careful not to conceive!”
“If that’s your preference, go ahead—but there’s something more important.”
“Don’t gloss over this casually!?”
This is a very serious matter.
No, actually, the issue is that you shouldn’t sleep with your own daughter in the first place. And if contraception is being used strictly, how does that serve as any kind of excuse? Well… sorry about that.
“Then, don’t you think I’m ready to contribute to childbearing soon?”
”…………”
The way she said it.
“No, I never had any objections from the start. If Lady Frena can bear children for you, then my body is certainly within usable range as well.”
“I get the feeling there’s some misunderstanding here. I’m not living with the mindset of ‘I desperately want to increase my offspring’ or anything like that.”
”?” “So, all you want is pleasure without producing children?”
“Come on, can’t you phrase that differently?”
“In my opinion, among dragons, almost no one avoids childbearing… If your lordship intends to avoid conception while still enjoying women, does that mean they’re mistaken in their understanding?”
“No, there are people I’m okay with having children with. Yes. I don’t think avoiding childbearing is universally bad.”
”…Then why am I not allowed? Dragons can conceive even at this age!”
“I’m not saying you can’t… I just want you to stop using phrases like ‘use for childbearing.’ It sounds like you’re saying, ‘Anyone will do—just give me as many descendants as possible!’ ”
”?”
Why are you looking at me with such a suspicious expression, Solis?
She looks up, tilts her head, and forms a pout.
“Well…”
”…”
“That…”
”…”
“If I say that my genitals are also usable for sex and, of course, I can bear children, does that reduce your discomfort?”
“Close. Or rather, why do you assume we’re meant to use you like a tool?”
“Dragons are mounts for riders, aren’t they?”
Ah.
I see… It seems Crystal Palace has a stronger gap in values compared to people around here than Maia and Lyra do.
“Whether as combat power or as females, serving you is the dragon’s joy. Of course, that includes bearing offspring.”
”…Oh, I see now…”
Lately, since I’ve had fewer awkward moments with the dragon children due to such gaps, I thought I understood quite well—but it feels like the dragons themselves have been accommodating me.
Even though Solis comes almost every time when we call for support at Crystal Palace and we meet often, she still seems unaware of this aspect.
“Oh, or perhaps there are parts of my face or body you particularly dislike, so you haven’t even considered using me? Oh, maybe my hairstyle?” Solis currently has her hair in two low ponytails, but she’s trying to let it down and tie it into a high ponytail, which is more common among female slaves. I’m not especially encouraging her to do this; I don’t dislike it, though.
“No, that’s not what I meant at all. It’s fine.” For now, let’s put Solis at ease for the moment.
At Vaper Palace too, I don’t know who to consult about this matter. No matter who I talk to, they’ll only say, “Just go ahead and use her casually without any hesitation,” or something like that. Well, since even my own daughter has touched hands with me, there’s nothing to fear—but still. I just want some kind of excuse.
So, with a reluctant expression, I circled around our usual home where the fully naked girls are laughing and playing as if unbothered by anything, eventually deciding to consult Corti after much deliberation.
“Just go ahead and use her casually without any hesitation?”
“You’re saying exactly what I expected!”
“Everyone says that… Look around at the erotic palace you built yourself. Why are you so childish all of a sudden?”
“I know that, but still… Why does no one stop me? From any perspective, it’s the opposite. This should be a case where people tell me to have more common sense.”
“How can someone living in an all-out nude erotic paradise like this want to be taught common sense? And besides, you’re not even on the side that needs common sense. If anything, we’d be happy if you put black collars on us too, just like those silver dragons from Crystal.”
“But technically, a black collar isn’t meant for that kind of framework, right? You set it up because you have special circumstances.”
“I haven’t forgotten about it at all. Even so, they’re envious of it. Even if you say dragons are forbidden from serving as such, they’d still be envious just because of your collar, actually.”
”…Are the Crystal dragon girls leaning forward too much?”
“And besides, do you really understand that you’re human? You only have about a hundred years left. We want to serve you for as long as possible while we can, if at all. Being called ‘childish’ is purely your own issue.”
“If I live another hundred years, I’ll probably set a world record for humans… I think I’ve already lived sixty or seventy years…”
“If you’re aware that time is running out, stop making excuses. And besides Sister, make sure to impregnate me and Shario too. Just staring at our naked bodies every day without impregnating us is an insult to females.”
So even dragons consider “a hundred years” as “not enough time”… Well, since they live for a thousand years, that’s understandable.
By the way, among those with black collars, only Layra recently gave birth to my child. And lately, she enjoys riding me while breastfeeding our baby—a rather peculiar play. Both Corti and Shario are eager to try it themselves… Though I think it’s definitely bad for their education and shouldn’t be done.
“You’ve finally grown your breasts to the same size as Sister thanks to being squeezed for ten years, so once you impregnate me, you’ll be perfect from my perspective, won’t you?”
“What exactly is perfection…”
“Taking you as a captive ♪”
“You truly owe your loyalty to Liner, don’t you? You’ve been living here on that premise, haven’t you?”
“As a dragon, yes. But I still hold some grudge against the fact that he never even glanced at me when I was female ♪”
I can’t say I approve of such roundabout revenge. Though… it might lead to pregnancy.
After spending some time pondering and consulting somewhat discreetly with the female slaves around me (admitting it to outsiders would have taken far too much courage, even for me), I ultimately found no valid excuse and gave up.
Then I went to Crystal Palace and made my declaration to Solis-chan.
“Since no one has voiced any objections, I shall claim you.”
“Yes ♪”
Whoa— all the fully nude dragon women gathered around me began clapping. The atmosphere was pure celebration.
Well, I wasn’t actually asking for anything like that, but lately, whenever I visit, it seems to have become customary for every woman to strip before greeting me as a form of welcome. Of course, the men don’t undress, creating an oddly surreal atmosphere. But since Garam, the de facto leader, has given his approval, no one dares oppose it. It appears they’re trying to rival Vaper Palace and Misty Palace in this regard. This village’s culture of dress is truly magnificent, so there’s a certain waste in seeing everyone naked.
But I apologize—I must admit, I genuinely want to see the beauties’ breasts anytime. It’s deeply appreciated.
“Then let us begin the feast.”
“I’ll prepare your bed; please wait a moment.”
Even though my declaration was about claiming an innocent young girl, Garam and the women immediately started preparations for a banquet around her.
”…Do you intend for everyone to watch?”
“W-well, I have no objection, My Lord ♪”
“As far as I remember, Emma initially did it alone inside her home during their first time…”
“P-please forget about that!”
Emma, who accompanied me today as my escort to Crystal Palace, turns red and looks deeply embarrassed. …Perhaps she’s ashamed because she cried before things could happen, making her maiden attempt a failure. Also, Solis-chan still refers to me casually as “My Lord,” even though our contract hasn’t been formalized yet. …Though I suppose it will be done soon enough. There’s no point in engaging in acts without finalizing the agreement afterward.
Ah, somehow, since the incident with Elenia, I feel like I’ve been swept along too much by others’ decisions.
“Well…”
As I pondered what to do next in this situation, the nude women dragged a slightly larger bed from the village warehouse and set it up right there.
“Phew. Please go ahead.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome… mmm ♪”
After thanking the women who brought the bed by caressing their breasts and kissing them, I reflected for a while that this was actually the custom at Vaper Palace. The Onyx Maidens working diligently there and the dragon girls who frequently visit seem to prefer receiving my gratitude in such a manner. It’s not proper to engage in breeding sex—a practice that has become indistinguishable from daily greetings in this ethically collapsed harem—with women from outside the group.
Yet, no one seems to mind at all.
“Let’s give those girls a little show before Solis.” Uncle Garum seems to be trying too hard to think of something clever.
No, that’s not it at all. This is just normal, friendly physical affection meant as encouragement. …If I say it out loud, it’ll only make things worse.
“S-so that’s not allowed! Since you’ve been so kind enough to favor me, please follow the proper order!” Solis hurriedly pushes them back.
Hmm. It’s true for all the dragon girls too; even when dealing with family, they react in a way that feels age-appropriate, no matter how mature they are. It’s sweet and nice. …Well, I’m about to take advantage of such a girl right here in front of her relatives and family.
“You’re so eager.” I firmly grasp Solis’s buttocks and whisper. Of course, like the other women, Solis is completely naked from the moment she welcomed me. In this palace right now, Emma is the only one still wearing clothes.
“…y-yes…♪”
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs.”
“…o-okay… please…♪”
Her fingers kneading her bare ass spread arousal through her body, and in no time at all, she floats into a trance-like state, obediently following my lead. When I first failed with Emma during our first time, I didn’t even know proper techniques like this—or any others for that matter. I feel a bit sorry about it.
“…such a good girl.”
“…f-finally… it’s finally happening… You know, ever since you formed an alliance with this palace, I’ve been determined in my heart to let you have me…♪”
“That was unkind of me.”
“Please… please use me as much as you want, every day, however many times…♪ Even if I get pregnant, even on the day I give birth…♪”
“Don’t rush, don’t rush.”
“I’m sure… I’m sure I won’t be able to enjoy anything else in the same way… Having a young dragon’s belly swell up and then being drained of its essence must be incredibly pleasurable…♪”
“How about that?”
She’s putting on such an intense display. Well, it’s true that with other races, doing something like that would be dangerous and intentionally enjoyable only if one is careful. But I’m not particularly perverted, and since there are many dragons being bred elsewhere while only a few have gotten pregnant, I don’t want her to get unnecessarily anxious. Children are a gift; intimacy should be enjoyed without rushing. Stop fixating on weird goals like wanting a potbelly sex before you’re young.
As preparations for the banquet progress, the girl lies open in a place visible to everyone in the village, surrendering her deepest parts to a man’s hand. Among those watching are surely her parents, siblings, or even childhood friends. However, this does not shame her into hiding or fleeing. Over the past decade and more that I have visited and been welcomed here, and during the same years Solis has continued to offer herself, what was once a secret source of embarrassment has become something anyone in the palace can proudly boast about.
…Reflecting on it, I realize I’ve been acting strangely in many places lately. With a slight sense of regret, I resume caressing her, letting the innocent girl cry out freely outdoors.
After a good while of affectionate touching, Solis’s flawless, unblemished naked body is thoroughly flushed with sweat and trembling with excitement. Dragon girls are extremely resistant to pain, so even if I were to thrust in suddenly, I suppose she could endure it just fine.
I don’t enjoy that kind of cringeworthy roughness.
“Then it’s settled, Solis-chan… As you wished, I’ll use you.”
”…Yes… Please wait…♪”
As if dreaming. The girl longs for a man who will treat her as an instrument for satisfying his lust. While such sensibilities are utterly alien to humans, for them it is entirely natural. Over the coming decades—or perhaps even a century if we push ourselves hard enough, though that seems unlikely—I swear with my penis to continue responding to this humble yet voracious longing.
With full anticipation, I drive my male desire into her vagina, which has never been penetrated before but desperately craves invasion.
“Ah… ugh…♪”
“Keep going… You’re so cute, Solis-chan.”
“Solis, and…♪”
“Huh?”
“Please call me by my name…♪ From today onward, I am nothing more than a tool dedicated solely to serving this penis, making it feel good…♪”
”…”
This is completely fetishistic. She shivers at being treated like an object.
I could lecture her while still thrusting inside her right now, but that would be too hesitant, ineffective, and uncertain whether it would work… So I hesitated for a moment.
…Let’s skip it.
“Understood. Solis.”
”♪”
“From today onward, you will serve my penis without fail.”
”…Yes… I swear…♪”
Solis-chan, tightening her newly opened vagina around my penis and swearing loyalty. A girl younger than even my daughter—perhaps significantly so. She declares before the entire clan that she will love my penis for the rest of her life. Honestly, I too feel a shiver at this fact. I could no longer hold back.
Like someone whose restraint has been shattered, I begin to swing my hips wildly. Cradling the girl, who is more than two sizes smaller than me, I slam my hips against her slender, fragile waist with ferocity unlike any human being. The bed creaks, groaning under the strain. Our genitals squelch together with crude sounds. The girl, experiencing this for the first time today, cries out in a panting voice that blends pain, confusion, and pleasure, while being tossed about helplessly. Meanwhile, the villagers of the small settlement watch sideways, maintaining the pretense of a celebration.
The women envy her violation and impregnation, moistening themselves with anticipation, hoping they might one day be chosen too. As for the men, what thoughts run through their minds as they gaze at my brutish behavior? They lack the courage to question it directly, yet surely they are thinking something.
…Glancing briefly while holding Solis tight, I notice her brother Ray watching me with a satisfied expression. When he catches my gaze, he nods knowingly. He must have sensed my inner hesitation—“Is this really okay?”—and silently conveyed, “You’re doing just fine.”
A rider’s honor is a dragon’s pride. Though they possess great strength and beautiful bodies, their true happiness lies in serving riders in every possible way. Their values seem complex yet are fundamentally simple. I thought I understood this before, but reflecting on it again… …Values that are too simple can actually be quite difficult to navigate.
“Solis… you’re pregnant…”
“Ahh, nnnh… ah, hiih, please… fill me up… all of it♪”
Long before her body was ready, Solis’s vagina was used at will and thoroughly ravaged until he ejaculated. Doobyuuruururuu, dohyuruururuu, dokku, dokku, dokku… Tokku, tokku, tokku… Tch! He vomited his excessive volume of semen into her innocent vagina, making vulgar sloshing sounds as it overflowed, bringing Solis’s first experience to a close.
They embraced tightly, exchanged breaths… and eventually kissed softly while gazing into each other’s eyes.
“Now, enjoy the feast, O Great Rider!”
“No, let me savor the afterglow a bit longer?”
“Not at all—Solis isn’t the only one. Other women also deeply desire to bear your children. The finest array of female bodies unique to Dragon Village awaits you yet!”
“Galum-san, calm down. Stop getting jealous over Vaper or Misti or whatever?”
“That’s not all. Even that desert town of sorts seems determined to capture and never let go of the Great Rider’s heart. But if my entire palace puts forth its true strength, it will certainly not fall short.”
“You’re trying to outdo every erotic stronghold in the world!?”
“Someone stop this old man before he goes too far.”
One month later, after receiving approval from the other female slaves, Solis was formally fitted with her collar. Seeing how happy she seemed, I decided for now not to dwell on Crystal Palace’s sudden shift toward something so bizarre.