From the special bonus paper included with Book Volume 1 from Toranoana, covering events between Chapters 30 and 31 of the main story.
Amid the forests in northern Celesta: here villages and colonies are sparse enough that even if a dragon lands or takes off, it’s nothing more than birds and animals making a racket—hardly any real nuisance caused.
Having flown from Tharq toward the capital with the rest of the group, I called for yet another toilet break right here.
…Well, “toilet break” doesn’t mean we can’t do anything else besides using the restroom. After hours cramped in a carriage, your body naturally wants to stretch out and move around a bit. And after spending so long suspended in the unstable air above, you start missing nothing more than lying flat on your back with your face pressed against solid ground.
So Diane declared we could spend about half an hour doing whatever we wanted—and off everyone went, each going their own way.
…Meanwhile, I’m stuck where my feet won’t move, so there’s not much I can do. Sure, I could walk with a crutch, but weighing the hassle of struggling down from the carriage against just taking it easy by sitting quietly… honestly, waiting comfortably seems like the better choice.
“Ho. You’re not coming out?”
“Honestly, there’s nothing special around here for me anyway, and dragging myself out with a crutch is a bother.”
“Hilda mentioned something about treating your legs so you could walk again—why not ask her to fix that now?”
“I could go for it, sure… but I’m not desperate to move right this second. Besides, Hilda’s probably taking a break herself.”
“That sounds indecisive, almost frustrating… We just got access to a breeding-exclusive hole of our own. If we’re killing time, why not use it?”
Straight to the point. My heart skipped. No, I don’t hate sex or anything—I’m not even bored. But hold your horses. I was technically still a virgin until recently! Even if things are feeling right in the moment, can you just go shouting “Let’s do it!” and “Strip!” like that? Not yet. My heart isn’t powerful enough to just jump straight into action.
”…To be honest, trying to create atmosphere and drag this into bed while my legs are still out of commission… for me, that difficulty rating is off the charts in these thirty minutes.”
“Ho. ‘Atmosphere’?”
Lyra simply echoed my words, then gave her head a light toss, brushing back her hair with an expression that looked somewhere between bored and exasperated.
“If we’re talking about being lovers, sure—but why the hell do I need to constantly gauge the mood of this female slave bitch? Just strip naked, spread your legs, and get on with it already.”
“No way—are you really expecting only you to suddenly go all-in like that?”
Even though everyone’s saying they’re fine being slaves, bringing up something so random would still leave most stunned. To push through that tension while acting like a real tyrant… and finish it within half an hour? I’ve got zero confidence in that.
“So go ahead and order me to do it. If you want, even Jeanne’ll work.”
“Hm…”
Lyra looked down at me with an air of “What’s so interesting about this?”, but suddenly diving into something like that is tricky for my own mental buildup. Plus… if we’re really going to go there, I need to get Hilda back here first—someone who can move her legs properly. She’s not even in sight anymore.
”…Damn it, this is maddening fine. Alright, Jeanne—let’s go!”
“Yeah.”
Out of nowhere, Jeanne popped up from blind spot. She’d been listening right outside the carriage the whole time. Please don’t be surprised—I wanted to see her face from the get-go.
Lyra leaped onto the carriage, grabbing Jeanne’s clothes casually before yanking upward with a sharp pull. Like changing a toddler’s outfit—poof! Stripped instantly.
Jeanne raised her hands innocently to free herself from her shirt, fluffed out her hair with dry, brisk strokes, and fixed it neatly. Adorable… yet now that she was down to just panties and collar, there was no eroticism left at all.
Then Lyra stripped too—roughly, sloppily. As for me? Here I am with my magnificent heavy breasts and curvaceous waist asserting a thick, intense sexuality. Being someone who naturally prefers big-boobed girls, my eyes immediately got sucked in.
Seeing Jeanne’s smooth, hairless body, remembering how the inside felt beneath those legs… yeah, trying to suddenly get my nose all hard for that? That difficulty level is still just too high right now.
“Mm. Sister Lyra’s tits are that damn fine, aren’t they?”
“Well, well… for a man, tits are undeniably…”
“Still, even as dwarves, having breasts like Sister Lyra’s is just a bit much…”
“Hohohoho. Jeanne, you’re aware you’ve got something here, don’t you?”
Lyra placed her hand inside Jeanne’s armpit and suddenly lifted it right in front of me.
Jeanne’s panties were now directly before my face.
“This insides… what makes your small, tight hole so strong is this very core ♪ Nothing else could compare.”
“W-well, a smaller one being better…”
“In other races they’d tear apart, but the female dwarven vagina is sturdy. That tiny size suits our master perfectly ♪”
The mature flesh of Lyra’s nude body, and Jeanne’s small vaginal opening. Recalling both sensations, I finally shifted my arousal toward intercourse, my erection pushing through the fabric of my pants. But with one leg disabled, it proved a long ordeal. Simply lifting my waist required firm pressure below the knees; fumbling to half-remove my pants and retrieve myself took far too much effort.
”…Hohohoho. Look, Jeanne. Our master is shamelessly desperate just to taste your hole.”
“Waa… ♪”
Please don’t say ‘shamelessly’—my feelings are surprisingly delicate.
While blushing, I extracted my penis, arching its head as it imagined being inside Jeanne’s vagina.
After a brief pause for breath, I reached toward the floating waist of Jeanne and slowly pulled down her panties.
The cloth fell from her slender, still-childlike hips, revealing an innocent crotch.
My penis crudely spread her tiny labia, imagining the moment of intense constriction, and involuntarily jumped hard in response.
“Aha… I want that thick cock of the captain jammed into my hole here… ♪”
“Yeah…”
In contrast to Lyra’s mature, voluptuous flesh, Jeanne’s youthful and delicate body commanded attention. I could freely savor these two women bodies radiating utterly opposite charms. If my penis seemed particularly thick… well, compared to Jeanne’s body, that requires at least one note added.
“Hohohoho. Then I’ll make you take it… ♪”
Lyra gently lowered her body offering itself to Jeanne; sitting as she was, she placed Jeanne upon me seated, then used one hand to spread Jeanne’s labia wider with my aimed cock.
“Mmph… uh, ah… haa… nnh ♪”
Jeanne, utterly aroused, eagerly accepted it.
Deeply penetrating her in a face-to-face seated position, after a short pause Lyra shifted her hand to brace Jeanne’s waist and began forcibly moving her small body up and down.
“Aaaah… Ra-Ra, Sister Lyra… ah, nya-ah!?”
“Hohohoho. Our master cannot be thrust against so easily. We must assist him.”
Another female slave being forced into intercourse by another female slave. A pitiful scene… true—but Jeanne was a genuine masochist. Even with such rough treatment, after little time she fully adapted, and I no longer needed to worry. Her small, cramped vagina was simply the finest tool for summoning pleasure. And if manipulated up and down by the hands of a strong dragon like Lyra’s… she certainly couldn’t endure it long.
Shaking my head away from Jeanne who clung to me, drooling and panting, I stared at the carriage ceiling, gritting my teeth while holding back ejaculation. But such restraint worked for mere seconds. The tiny, vigorously jostled vagina by Lyra’s hand gave no chance whatsoever for my cooldown moment.
“Haaah… and out it comes…”
“Fnuh-aaaaaa…♪”
Shooting his seed deep inside my tiny womb, I savor the pleasure that makes my vision flicker.
As I catch my trembling breath, I lock eyes with Jeanne, equally tossed by this unexpected ecstasy.
”…Heh-heh. It’s coming out.”
“It is indeed spilling forth.”
“Hmph. Next up is me. There’s no time for resting.”
Lyra flashes a wicked smirk from behind Jeanne’s head.
From outside the carriage, a voice calls out in wait.
”…I’m sorry, but time has passed.”
That was Diane-san. The other girls had gathered in the distance, watching with bated breath.
“Hmph. Stingy bastard. Give us just one more round; we can’t possibly wait any longer than twenty minutes or so.”
“No way. I’ll allow it as much because Andy wants it to go this far, but if we make further exceptions like this, there’ll be no end to it. Everyone’s going to lose their minds.”
“There’s no need to panic. How about we just give up on our purpose and let everyone go wild here for a night?”
“If we disregard the objective, one night won’t solve anything!”
Well, Diane-san… I’m truly delighted, but having my true desire—“I want to do it too”—simply indulged like that is a bit troublesome.
It’s reaching a point where nothing can be held back anymore.