Dragons grow slowly in their youth, roughly gaining only one year’s worth of growth over five years.
Unlike elves, which mature much like humans, it takes an ogre a significant amount of time to reach adulthood, so if I were to give birth to a dragon child, there’d be a high chance they wouldn’t live long enough before reaching maturity.
Judging by the manner in which Grandpa Harry still lives life with such ease, I suppose one could make it to around 100 years old while residing in Polka, but what about beyond that?
Well, when you ask “Is surviving until adulthood enough, or is more required?”, the possibilities become endless.
But saying I’d like to become something indestructible like a Holy Beast doesn’t quite sit well with me either.
In any case, I just want to live as long as reasonably possible within common sense. Thanks to the Spirit Spring, my body itself has no ailments whatsoever—I can’t believe I’m in my 40s (though former Crossbow Corps friends from Polka who meet up occasionally look considerably older than me). So, as long as I don’t get drawn into too much danger, I figure I should be able to hit triple digits.
Anyway.
The silver dragon girl, Solis, looks about ten years old visually.
Given that over ten years have passed since we met, she must have grown by roughly two years. She doesn’t appear much older because we see each other so frequently.
Originally, while dragons’ physical growth is slow, their mental maturity reaches human levels—or even surpasses them—much more quickly, so they’ve already fully settled down emotionally. That’s why she acts in a surprisingly mature manner for her appearance, which adds an intriguing touch of oddity to the situation.
That said.
Lately, now that I know Frena has started dealing with things, Solis’s pressure is intense.
“My Lord… it seems you’re in the process of making a child with Lady Frena.”
“No, not making a child! We’re taking precautions to prevent pregnancy!”
“That’s up to you, but—”
“You can’t gloss over that so casually!?”
This is a very serious issue.
No, the real question was whether having sex with one’s actual daughter should be allowed at all. And claiming we’re taking strict contraceptive measures hardly serves as a get-out-of-jail-free card for anything, well… I apologize.
“In that case, do you think I’m soon ready to become useful for breeding purposes as well?”
”…………”
The way she said it.
“No, I didn’t have an issue with that from the start. If Lady Frena is capable of having children, then my body seems fully within the range of usability as well.”
“I have a feeling you’re misunderstanding something here. Just because I want to increase the number of descendants doesn’t mean I live by the principle of wanting to breed at all costs, right?”
”? Does that mean you just want to indulge in pleasure without having to conceive?”
“Can’t we phrase it differently than that?”
“In my view, there are almost no dragons who harbor disgust toward making children… If Your Lordship is thinking of avoiding procreation and instead just enjoying women, does that mean they’re mistaken?”
“No, there are certainly people with whom conception is acceptable. I don’t intend to consider all breeding uniformly bad.”
”…Then why am I not allowed? Dragons this age can still carry offspring, right?”
“I’m not saying it’s impossible… No, what I really want you to do differently is stop using phrases like ‘use for making children.’ When you say that, it sounds exactly like ‘Just increase the number of my descendants by any means necessary!’”
”?”
Why are you giving me such a suspicious look, Solis?
Looking up at me, tilting her head, forming a frown with her lips.
“Well then…”
”…”
“You see…”
”…”
”…If I say my genitals are also usable for sex and I can naturally make children as well, does that reduce the discomfort?”
“Almost there. But why do you take it for granted that I’d use you like a tool in the first place?”
“Dragons are meant to be mounts/tools, right?”
Ah.
Got it… you know, Crystal Palace tends to have a stronger value-gap than Maia and Lyra hereabouts.
“If we serve as combatants or merely as females, that is the Dragon’s joy. Of course, this includes procreation.”
”…Yeah, I guess so…”
Lately, I’d been encountering fewer such jarring gaps even with Dragon children, so I thought I pretty well understood them; yet it dawned on me that they’d been accommodating me all along.
Though Solis-chan shows up nearly every time we call for reinforcements at Crystal Palace and thus sees me quite often, she’d never fully grasped this before.
“Aha… or perhaps there’s simply something about my face or figure you just don’t fancy enough to bring yourself around to using? Ah… hairstyle or anything?”
Solis-chan currently has her twin tails down, but she was tugging at them, trying to flip them into a ponytail—a style far more common among female slaves.
That wasn’t something I especially encouraged her to do; she doesn’t dislike it though.
“No, it’s nothing like that. Just fine.”
For now, let’s put Solis-chan’s little outburst aside.
Even at Vape Palace, I didn’t know who to ask about this matter.
Whomever I spoke with would surely only reply, “Go ahead without any weird hesitation and just lay into her if you want?”
Well, it’s true that even my own daughter has touched me, so there’d be no need to fear anything—but still, see?
I wanted at least some excuse.
So, frowning sourly, I circled around our home once more—where naked women frolicked openly with zero shame as always—and after much deliberation, I finally asked Corti for advice.
“Go ahead without any weird hesitation and just lay into her if you want?”
“You even spoke the exact words I was expecting!”
“It’s what everyone would say… Take a look around your own lustful palace that you built yourself. What’s so wrong about being a bit childish now?”
“I understand, but still… Why do no one ever stop me? From how it looks, isn’t this supposed to be the opposite situation? This should be something where they’d scold me for lacking common sense.”
“How can someone living in such an all-out naked erotic paradise want to be lectured on common sense? Besides, you’re not even from the side that needs such common sense. Why, if we made you wear a black collar like us, you’d probably love it—after all, you’re a Crystal-born Silver Dragon.”
“But just for once, I can assure you that a black collar isn’t supposed to fall within your kind of framework? I set it up because your lot have special circumstances.”
“I certainly haven’t forgotten that. Even so, those others are envying us. Even if they say something like ‘prohibiting service as dragons,’ in reality they’d only stare enviously at your collar.”
”…Crystal Dragon women really do go too forward with this, don’t they?”
“And anyway, do you properly understand that you’re a Human? You’ve got maybe a hundred years left, don’t you? If you have a chance, I’d want to serve you for as long as possible. That feeling of being ‘young’ is really just a matter of your sensibilities.”
“If you live another hundred years, you’ll probably set a world record among humans… thinking it through, I guess you last about sixty or seventy years.”
“If you’re conscious that you have no time left, then stop making excuses. It’s not just older sisters—I want you to impregnate me and Charlo too as well. Merely gazing at your naked form every day without impregnating us is an affront to females.”
So even among dragons, about seventy years still feels like “no time”… Well, they live a thousand years, so that’s only natural.
By the way, within those with black collars, only Leila recently gave birth to my child and these days enjoys that rather strange act of riding while breastfeeding her own offspring.
Both Corti and Charlo are eager to try it themselves. Though I think they shouldn’t—it would surely be bad for their education.
“Thanks to your ten years of kneading, your breasts have finally grown to match my sisters’ size; once you’ve impregnated me, you’ll be perfect as far as you’re concerned, right?”
“What’s perfect about that…”
“Napping-and-taking-over play♪”
“Do you truly owe loyalty to Ryner? Your life here depends on it.”
“As a dragon, yes. As a female, I resent them quite a lot for having ignored me—”
I think such roundabout revenge is unwise, though. I’ll get impregnated.
After pondering for a while or quietly consulting the female slaves around me (I couldn’t bring myself to ask anyone outside), I eventually found no excuse and gave up.
Then I went to Crystal Palace and declared to Solis-chan:
“Since no one opposed it, I’ll violate you.”
“Yes♪”
Whoa! The naked dragon women gathered around me clapped their hands in full celebratory mood.
“Not that I’m actually asking, but lately, when I drop by, it seems the proper etiquette is for all the women to strip down and welcome me before even saying hello.
The men, of course, don’t take their clothes off, which creates an incredibly strange atmosphere, but since Elder Garum—the de facto leader—has said that’s fine, no one dares to go against it. It seems like they’re trying to rival the Vaper Palace and Misty Palace in a way.
Given how exquisite their clothing culture is, it feels almost wasteful.
But damn, I have to admit, seeing those beauties’ tits is something I honestly want whenever I can. Much appreciated.
‘Then let the feast begin!’
‘Prepare your sleeping quarters, and wait a moment.’
Declaring that an innocent young girl will be ravished, yet Elder Garum and the women already start preparations for a banquet around her.
’…So you plan to watch everyone?’
‘I-I don’t mind at all, My Master♪’
‘As far as I remember, we did Emma’s first time alone inside the house…’
‘P-please forget about that!’
Emma, who came along today for the escort to Crystal Palace, flushes deeply and wears an awkward expression.
…She probably feels embarrassed because she cried before things got physical and their first time ended in failure.
Also, Solis-chan is still calling me “My Master” normally, even though our contract hasn’t been finalized yet.
…Though I guess it’ll happen sooner or later. But there’s no way we keep fucking around without ever signing the contract.
Ah, man, I feel like since the Elenia incident, I’ve been getting dragged along too much by others’ expectations.
‘Hmm…’
Wondering what to do in this situation, the naked women drag out a somewhat large bed from the village warehouse and set it up right there.
‘Phew. Please take it.’
‘Thanks.’
‘You’re welcome… mhnn♪’
After rubbing their tits and kissing them for a while, I reflect that this wasn’t actually the etiquette of the Vaper Palace people after all.
The Onyx Maidens working diligently over there, or the dragon girls who’ve lingered too much—they seem to prefer receiving my gratitude in just such a form.
It’s pretty bad moral decay that the etiquette of this harem where impregnating sex has become nothing less than daily greeting is being practiced on other women elsewhere.
But nobody cares about any of that.
‘Shall we use those girls as a treat before Solis?’
Elder Garum, ironically, is trying to be considerate instead.
No, this is just normal, ordinary reassurance through skin-to-skin contact.
…Speaking it out loud would make things even worse.
‘I-It’s not allowed!! Since you’ve decided to bestow your favor upon me, please stick to the order!’
Solis-chan frantically pushes them back.
Yeah. It’s the same for other dragon girl friends—they react as if they’re still children their own age, even when they act more maturely.
It’s adorable and good in a way.
…Though right now, I’m about to fuck one of them in front of family and relatives while making sure she gets pregnant.
‘Such an eager one.’
I grip Solis-chan’s ass firmly and whisper. Of course, like all the other women, Solis-chan is completely naked by the time she welcomes me.
In this palace right now, Emma is the only woman still wearing clothes.
’…Y-yes…♪’
‘Lie down on the bed and spread your legs.’
‘P-PLEASE…♪’
Her fingers kneading her swollen, unexposed buttocks spread arousal through her until she looked utterly entranced at once, obeying my guidance without hesitation. That dragon beautiful girl—when I first failed with Emma back then, I hadn’t even got a grip on finger techniques like these, let alone any other skills. I was a bit sorry about that.
”…Such a good girl.”
”…It’s finally happening… we’re finally doing it… ever since the moment you forged this bond of friendship with this palace, my heart had been resolved to be taken by you… ♪”
“I apologize for that.”
“Use me more… please use me more… how many times a day…”
“Don’t rush, don’t rush.”
“I’m sure… I’m absolutely sure that no other thing in this world could give me as much pleasure as this… to swell the belly of a young dragon and then have you drain your seed from me… it will surely be enjoyable… ♪”
“You really are something.”
She’s pushing her appeal way too hard. Well, it’s true that other races wouldn’t dare risk playing around with that kind of thing. But I’m not some perverted freak; while dragon females breed with plenty of partners, only a few of them end up pregnant, so there’s no need to be so anxious about it. Children are a gift from the heavens. Intercourse is something you should enjoy without rushing. Stop trying to force yourself toward twisted goals like “I want to have a pot-belly sex if I’m young.”
Amidst the preparations for the banquet, the girl stands with her legs wide open and her innermost depths entrusted to a man’s hand in a place visible to everyone in the village. Among those gazing at her would be her parents, siblings, perhaps even her childhood friend. But that doesn’t plunge her into shame or drive her away anymore. Over the fifteen years or so I kept coming back and was welcomed time and again, and over the same span of years during which Solis continued to offer her service… it’s no longer a shameful secret; it has become an honor anyone in the palace can be proud of.
…Reflecting on this, I felt a slight pang of regret for all the places I’ve been acting so strangely in, but then I resumed caressing her and made the innocent girl cry out abundantly outdoors.
After a prolonged session of caresses, Solis’s delicate body—pristine without a single scratch—was thoroughly flushed with sweat and trembling with excitement. Dragon girls are extremely resistant to pain, so even if I were to thrust in suddenly, they could probably endure it. That said, I personally don’t have much interest in enjoying such harsh, rough pleasure.
“Alright then, Solis… Just as you wished, I’ll use you.” “Yes… I’ve been waiting… ♪” Like she’s dreaming it. The girl yearns for a man to treat her as an instrument for sexual release. It’s something humans would never understand, but for them, it’s perfectly natural. Over the next few decades. Maybe even a hundred years if I push hard enough. No, probably not possible. I swear with my cock that I will continue to answer her humble yet greedy longing.
Gradually, I force my male lust into a small vagina unfamiliar with invasion, though one desperately craved it.
”…Ehnnn… uuuu… ♪”
“Hang in there… You’re cute, Solis.”
“Solis, eh… ♪”
“Huh?”
“Call me without honorifics, please… ♪ From today onward… I am an object to serve this little thing… to make it feel good… nothing more…”
”…………” This is completely perversion. That shivering reaction when being treated like an object. I could reason with her while keeping my cock thrust inside her right here, but that would be too awkward and wouldn’t carry any weight either, so I pondered for a bit whether to do it or not…
…I’ll just ignore it.
“Understood. Solis.”
”♪”
“Serve my cock from this day forward.”
”……Yes… I swear to it ♪”
Solic-chan clutched my freshly opened virgin pussy with her small hands, swearing her loyalty. A girl who looked younger than my own daughter—nay, significantly younger than her daughter… She declared that she would love my cock for the rest of her life, right in front of her entire family. Honestly shivering at the thought of such a promise, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My control snapped; I began to thrust wildly, as if some leash had finally been cut. I held the tiny girl up from above—more than two head sizes smaller than me—and slammed my hips hard against her slender, fragile waist with an intensity that was almost monstrous.
The bed groaned under us. Giri-giri went the wood, splintering under the strain.
Our genitals slapped together wetly, a dirty sound echoing through the room. The girl, undergoing her first experience today, whimpered with cries that were simultaneously pain, confusion, and overwhelming pleasure, completely at their mercy as they tossed her around like a doll. Meanwhile, the villagers of this small village watched sideways, maintaining the pretense of a feast.
The women, envious of her violation and pregnancy, began to leak their own fluids, secretly hoping the same would happen to them. What were the men thinking, watching my brutish dominance unfold before their eyes? Did they dare even check to see if she was really pregnant? Or perhaps simply too afraid to confirm it themselves…
While clutching Solice, I caught a fleeting glance around. Ema’s older brother, Ray, looked satisfied as he gazed toward me. When our eyes met, he gave an affirming nod. He must have sensed my inner hesitation—“Is this really okay?”—and somehow conveyed with that silent gesture: “This is acceptable.”
“Riders’ honor is a dragon’s pride.”
“Even surpassing their strength and beauty, dragons serve riders in every way possible—that is true happiness for a dragon.”
Their values seemed complex yet strangely simple.
Though I thought I understood it before, hearing it again…
”…Such an overly simplistic value system? It’s actually pretty damn difficult to understand, huh.”
“Solice… you’re gonna get pregnant with my baby…”
“Ahh, nnnn… ahh, haaah… please give me… fill me up completely ♪”
Already beyond wanting more, I ravaged her tight virgin pussy however I pleased, pounding until ejaculation. Duburyuuururuu… Dubhyuururuuruu… Dakuu… Dakuu… Doku… Toki, Toki, Toke—kk! Still dumping far too much of my potent seed into her inexperienced cunt, sloshing wetly with obscene noises, I brought Solice’s first time to a sticky close.
Clinging tightly together, exchanging breaths, we finally leaned in and kissed softly, eyes locked on each other.
“Now, let us enjoy the banquet, oh mighty rider!”
“Wait just a little longer before you end the fun?”
“Nah nah, Solice isn’t the only one. Other women have expressed their deepest desire to bear your child too! The exclusive showcase of supreme beauties unique to our Dragon Village is far from over yet!”
“Garam-san, calm down a bit. Shouldn’t you stop fueling weird rivalry with Vapor or Mistie?”
“It’s not just them. That strange desert town seems intent on capturing the heart of this great rider as well. But if my palace forces are truly serious, they won’t fall behind.”
“Are you trying to beat every erotic stronghold in the world?!”
”…Someone stop this old fool before he goes too far.”
One month after receiving the acceptance of all the female slaves, Solice officially wore her collar as their own.
Seeing how happily she was wearing it now, I decided not to think much longer about Crystal Palace and its twisted path it had taken itself down.