A few days before the Spirit Festival, a “shack” loaded with many children from private Polka Academy will take flight. My “fuck room” aside, all others are referred to as “flying kid rooms,” each carrying six triple-tiered beds. They’re mainly used for transporting large numbers of kids at once. In theory, one bed accommodates a single person, so each shack can hold up to eighteen people. But since they’re kids, squeezing two or three in a bed isn’t impossible if you really try. So the maximum capacity is around forty people. In practice, we have enough dragons for transport and rarely need to cram everyone in like that. That’s just on paper. This kind of full use of the shacks only happens once a year, around this winter day. During summer festivals, kids aren’t brought along, nor are they moved en masse during Polka Academy’s opening or closing ceremonies. “Has everybody checked their doors?” After confirming all the children have boarded, I make sure each dragon has also verified that everyone’s doors and windows are locked. A few years back, one of the kids tried to pee mid-flight and almost fell out. Thanks to other dragons swooping in, he survived, but since then, we’ve had Cover Lock magic seal every window and door shut tight during flight as a precaution.
Kids are too flexible and sometimes do unexpected things. You can’t be too careful when it comes to worrying about them.
“Confirmed.”
“Check complete.”
“This side is also confirmed.”
“It’s properly closed.”
The dragons take their jobs seriously. Even with all these checks, there’s still a chance of something going wrong, so as a precaution, we usually send an extra dragon flying at the back of the formation without any cargo. This time it’s Solis the Silver Dragon.
“We’ll make one landing every hour for toilet breaks. But sometimes kids can’t hold it in; what can you do?”
When it’s just adults, we only take a break every two or three hours. With kids on board, we have to be more careful.
A few children wander off during their bathroom breaks and don’t come back right away, but the dragons keep an eye out for them so they rarely get completely lost. There are some tough kids like Freena who really run off (or rather, there’s only Freena), but when you leave them alone and go to the next base before coming back for them, they end up crying because they think they’ve been abandoned. They’re just kids, after all.
Since then, whenever Freena moves around in the “kids’ room,” Neya always rides with her to make sure she doesn’t escape.
“All right, let’s take off. We’ll be in Basson by tonight and Talcum by tomorrow evening. Don’t worry if we’re a little late; just stay flexible.”
As usual, I confirmed the itinerary with the dragons. Since the transport dragons are different each time due to a draw for duties, I have to give detailed instructions every trip.
This time, half of the transport team is my own subordinates while the other half consists of temporary assignments from both Crystal and Misty’s palaces… or rather, they’re on business trips.
The subordinates who weren’t chosen for transport duty will naturally be in the “fuck room,” entertaining me there instead.
“Lying down to be carried around like this is a rare treat.” “I could fly with Soris if you want.” “Heh, I don’t mind taking it easy.”
Inside the “fuck room,” Rila was happily sprawled out on the bed. There were also other female slaves and prostitutes or maids from Cosmos who were returning to Talcum, totaling about ten people in a cramped carriage. They couldn’t all stretch out comfortably, so some of them sat at the edge of the beds or on benches next to the wardrobe boxes, but everyone was naked or half-naked as usual.
And Elenia is among them. ”…What?” “I was hoping you could ride in the kids’ room.” “No way. It’s fine, really… Um, I mean, I don’t mind if Andy has sex…” “Awkward.” His bright blonde daughter with a bob cut that’s slightly longer on one side. Her slender build is typical of her age, but even though she hasn’t fully developed yet, the budding chest hints at her mother’s voluptuous figure. As a father, he shouldn’t be looking at his daughter like this… But still, yeah. She’ll definitely grow up to be something that guys can’t take their eyes off. Despite being outmatched by the glamorous dragons and dark elves around them, as well as his own naked wife, her earnest attempts to keep up are somehow endearing… “But it does feel a bit embarrassing to have sex with Dad in front of my daughter.” “You make it sound like one word is enough to sum that up, Cerene…”
“But you want to make a little sister for Elie, right?” “No way. Why do you assume it has to be a sister? A brother would be fine too.” “I have this feeling that she’ll end up being another girl.” While blushing and saying that, Selen clung onto me without hesitation and gave me a cheek kiss, as if showing off in front of Elie. Of course, she was completely naked. She was shamelessly displaying her femininity before her daughter. Selen is like this, but most of the female slaves aren’t thinking “I’ve already given birth to one child, so no more.” They’re still very much up for breeding. A decade or so between births isn’t unusual when dealing with elves and dragons. Even a huge age gap between siblings would be comparable to just being born in different years for an elf. So of course, Nia who’s struggling with Freena, Luna who already has six kids, they’re all still going strong at breeding… and are also active sex partners… “I have to work hard too so Elie doesn’t take my man away from me♪”
…Well, what do you think about that, Selen?
“It’s fine. I wish my kids would turn out this well too.”
Cosmos put her hand to her cheek and looked at Selen and Eleria with envy.
“…Is there something wrong?”
“Anemone said she likes Carlos more than Dad. Kids are easily fooled by anyone who gives them presents, you know…”
“I don’t think that’s unhealthy?”
“Primula understands the charm of Dad’s dick properly.”
“Wait a minute. What have you been teaching Primula? She’s only four years old!”
Dammit. I thought she was more or less balanced overall, but it looks like she’s a little off her rocker.
“It can’t be helped if my own daughter realizes that ‘a man’s charm is in his dick rather than his face,’ right?”
“I think there’s a problem,” And I really do think it’s bad that she fell in love with my dick. She’s still too young to understand anything, and we’re keeping her inside the Vape Palace until she does. “Ho. If you waste time on such weird questions, we’ll miss our next rest stop. We need to get started before I cum and force us to land.” Lylah said that in a goading tone. But regarding my daughter’s education, especially her sex education, I really do think it needs to be discussed seriously. …Elenia spoke up to me as I turned back to Cosmos: “Andy, after all you’ve done, saying stuff like that is creepy.” “Guh!” I fell apart. My daughter just called my dick “creepy,” and she’s the one who was doing it!
No, I get it. Yeah. I know that a guy who’s brought his daughter to watch him have sex with ten or more naked women for fun has no moral high ground to stand on. But even so, I understand that saying something like “I’ll just take everything in stride and if you want me to fuck you, I will” would make things easier. But as a human being, there’s still a line I think we shouldn’t cross. No matter how twisted it is, I believe there are issues where we can’t turn a blind eye. “Yeah, yeah. I get it, Andy-san. We both know that you’re thinking about the kids’ future.” Selen helped me up while saying this. “And besides, we’ve made our decision to come along… right?” I don’t think she gets it… “Hey Elie. You gave him a blowjob, didn’t you? Why don’t you show mommy how well you can do it?” “…Is that okay?” “It’s fine, fine. Daddy won’t get soft after just one or two times.”
Father and daughter engage in an interaction that’s highly questionable, with the father presenting his penis to his daughter right at the center of their departing cabin. Mother watches with a smile as her daughter tentatively begins sucking on it. And not just mother—Cosmos-san, Rila, and other prostitutes and maids aboard are all watching intently. Hesitantly, Eleena kneels before him, taking his head into her mouth to fondle it. “Good job, Eleena.” “Keep up the good work. Don’t lose your pace. If you rush things now, you’ll just make it harder on yourself and delay the finish.” Encouragement mixed with a bit of advice—perhaps because they are prostitutes from Cosmos-san’s place. While listening to them, Eleena sways her thin naked body back and forth, occasionally letting out a pained moan, but continues to serve him faithfully. …To be honest. I want you to forgive me for being so pathetic while Eleena is sucking my cock. Just think that she loves me this much. It’s not like there’s some amazing technique involved—just an overwhelming sense of guilt and sin mixing with gratitude, making every stroke a storm of emotions that heightens the stimulation on my dick and threatens to kill me. More than half gone—it might even be more than that. Before Eleena has sucked for long, I let out an embarrassing moan, quickly tensing up as I try to hold back. “Aaah…Eleena, this is bad… I’m gonna come… Ahhh…”
You haven’t grown at all. I feel like you were just this way last time. Then Elenia pulled away from his mouth and licked her lips with her tongue. “Come on, quickie dad…♪” She emphasized “dad” only when she wanted to tease him, then put her mouth back on him. “Uhih…!” He didn’t even last this long. He sprayed his semen into his daughter’s throat without restraint. ”…Wow… You really do cum early when Elenia licks you, don’t you…” Selen chuckled and scooped the semen that had leaked from her daughter’s mouth with two fingers, then licked them as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. “Then can I have a turn at making babies?” “Ehfu… Wait, are you planning to use my blowjob as foreplay…?”
The twisted battle for the cock between mother and son. While watching it with a smile, my companions subtly make eye contact to signal their readiness for their turn. We take a toilet break once an hour at this leisurely pace in such a large formation. It’s still a long way until we reach Tark.