As promised, Geirahoel dragged Daniel to the kitchen of the airship, where she chased out anyone who tried to question her or stand in her way. Ryuogriar, Reignleif, Hekate, and Aoloan all joined the two, and Daniel explained how to make a special dough that his stepfather had taught him, and which he was finally able to find a yeast that produces the right flavor in Mattarglos, of all places. As usual, the people of Mattarglos typically produce a simple, fairly hard bread that needs to be dipped in soup or otherwise softened through various means, making Daniel’s process for making it much more tedious by comparison, but incomparably more tasty.

  And, once the dough is made, Daniel spread it out in a big circle and taught his beloved companions how to make pizza as close to the ones he loved back on Earth.

  Geirahoel is diligent, always glued to his side and studying every step, while Reignleif takes notes and Ryuogriar and Hekate primarily just try to focus on keeping up.

  As the pizzas are baking, Daniel notices that Geirahoel won’t make eye contact. While she’s her usual self in regards to learning from Daniel, she hasn’t made any affectionate passes at him, such as subtle taps with her tail or leaning on his shoulder or convincing him to stand behind her and show her by guiding her own hands. Usually, she’s transparent, but today, the young orange dragon seems to be pouting.

  The human mechanic, of course, had more life experience than the typical light novel protagonist prior to being transported to another world, even if he was primarily alone through his adult life. But, he’s no great fool nor a completely dense moron.

  Daniel waits until Geirahoel is working on kneading another batch of the dough and the other three are working on their own. He hugs Geirahoel from behind, and she tenses in place. He lays his chin on her shoulder, simply standing with her for a moment. “M-M-Mukori?” whispers the orange dragon in human form.

  Daniel says gently, “Mukori, I didn’t mean to upset you by laughing at Neith’s joke, so I’m sorry. But, you know…” He whispers right into her ear, “I think you’re adorable when you do say things like what he was teasing you about.”

  She whines, “I-I don’t say anything like that!” She suddenly softens with rosy cheeks, “A-as much…”

  Daniel chuckles softly. “If he was actually insulting you, you know I would have stood up for you. He was joking because it’s something that I like. And as I said, teasing you seems to make you happy, even if you try to hide it.”

  She hums as she looks away from him, unable to form an actual counter. Both of them know that Daniel isn’t wrong.

  He adds as he sways with her, “I’ll make it up to you, Mukori. Let me express how much I love you.”

  This time, the youngest of the three Dragon Empresses squirms a little in his arms. She’s not trying to escape, but is extremely bashful all of a sudden. She finally turns her face towards his, nodding with rosy cheeks.

  And, Hekate growls, “Grrrah! Get a room, you two!” She throws pizza dough at them, and Daniel laughs as he turns himself and Geirahoel to shield her with his shoulder. “We’re under attack!”

  “H-Hekate!” whines Geirahoel.

  “Just get out of here! You’re distracting me!” retorts the young feldrok girl. She then points at Daniel, specifically, “Just know, Daniel. Every. Single. Time. I’m keeping track of every time. The moment I’m old enough, I will have my revenge. Heh heh heh. Hah hah hah. Mwahahahahaha!”

  The human mechanic chuckles. “You’re sounding more and more like an evil empress every day, Sweetpea.”

  “You’re right. And, maybe I’ll do something really evil.” She grins at him, revealing that, though she restrains herself, it has crossed her mind to do whatever she wants with Daniel, since she is much stronger than he is thanks to her immense magical power. “Now go do your stupid unspeakable things before I change my mind.” She huffs and crosses her arms, looking away from them. “And, Geira, I’m only doing this for you. You better be grateful.”

  Geirahoel blushes even more brightly, unsure if Hekate is mocking her or just acting like a little ‘tsundere’ herself. The young dragon decides not to prod her.

  Ryuogriar teases devilishly, “Mukori, I know she’s your favorite, but you should remember that you are the Dragon Emperor, and you have three Dragon Empresses.”

  Geirahoel gives her a doubtful look, but Daniel already has his own reply in motion.

  He throws a small ball of dough at Ryuogriar in a fairly basic arc, but she pretended to be haughty and closed her eyes to look up, so she never notices it until it bounces on top of her chest and rolls right down her cleavage into the inside of her dress. She yelps, losing all of her grace and dignity as she squirms at the sudden out of place sensation. “Ah! Mukori! What was that!?”

  Daniel, Reignleif, and Hekate all laugh, while Geirahoel suppresses a chuckle. Ryuogriar threatens as she hugs Hekate in solidarity. “Laugh while you can, Mukori. You stoke the fires of your own fate.”

  Daniel replies, making eye contact with each of them as he speaks, “I have been blessed in that regard.”

  They all smile, and Geirahoel finally regains her composure. She grips the collar of Daniel’s shirt, saying to the others, “I-I’m borrowing Mukori for a bit. I’ll bring him back after he atones properly.”

  The others chuckle, and Hekate huffs.

  While the two are leaving, Ryuogriar manages to find the small dough ball, which was caught in her dress where the waist band she’s wearing to support her belly when the weight starts to increase, as well as emphasize her chest, hugs her abdomen. She looks at it for a moment, and then gets a devious grin, unbeknownst to Daniel.

  Geirahoel drags Daniel past the Stalvaltan guards and the handful of Fievegal soldiers patrolling the airship. Everyone greets them, and Daniel and Geirahoel return greetings, but he can tell they have some idea what’s about to happen.

  The young orange dragon pulls Daniel into the stateroom they used on the trip to Mattarglos.

  Geirahoel finally turns and hugs Daniel, sighing softly as she simply stands with him for a moment. He definitely notices her rosy cheeks and content smile, and likely, one that Daniel could be forgiven for believing he's in the clear.

  She pouts, “You know, you really could be more grateful to me…” Daniel can feel her leaning against him with more and more force, putting pressure on him until he plops backwards into a seat on the roughly full-sized bed.

  Daniel’s playful side instantly has the instincts to ask, ‘Yeah, why is that?’, but he opts against it. Geirahoel wouldn’t hurt him, but it might ruin her mood.

  She’s already pulling at the buttons for his jacket, whether he answers her or not. Daniel replies, “You know I’m grateful to you, and I’m deeply in love with you, Mukori.”

  This causes her to noticeably halt and begin trembling. She whimpers, “It's not fair. You say it so sincerely, even when others are around. Don't you get embarrassed?”

  “Maybe a little. But, I steel my resolve by knowing that I can tease you.” He grins playfully.

  Her cheeks turn fully pink, and she hums in a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Without warning, she suddenly pounces forward and wraps her arms around Daniel’s neck to kiss him. They both flop down onto the bed, and Geirahoel doesn’t let go of him for a long time. Even when she stops kissing him, she keeps hugging him.

  “Y-... You… really don’t hate me… f-for what I’ve said…?”

  “Nah. If I hate something, I’d let you know. If I hate a person, I won’t talk to them at all.”

  She’s quiet for a moment, and then surprises him with what she murmurs next. “You hated that archoneldwyn girl, didn’t you?”

  Daniel is quiet. He generally does his best not to talk about other women when he’s in an intimate setting with anyone. But, she’s asking, and Daniel pets her cheek with his finger. He’d be lying if he tried to claim he hates Doephluev at this point. They met on the battlefield, but like most of the others Daniel has come to cherish, she makes an earnest effort to move on from the past and be a loyal follower.

  “And, we didn’t talk much the first time. Ryuogriar made a point, and Doephluev agreed to it. And, she chose me, even knowing the risks.”

  Geirahoel’s hug on his head and neck snugs down a little more possessively. Daniel adds sincerely as he whispers directly into the young dragon’s ear, “Regardless, I will never hate you, Mukori. I love you, and I want to spend my life with you.”

  She trembles again. “F-Fine… I’ll believe you for now. And,... I love you, too. Mukori.”

  She finally looks at him again, smiling at him. She then strips him down somewhat aggressively, opening her kimono-like dress and dropping the shoulders to reveal her bare chest. Daniel’s not certain it has made a difference, but ever since he told her what he has heard, Geirahoel has diligently massaged her own chest in spite of a growing stockpile of milk, doing her best to encourage greater growth. He has seen them frequently enough that he’s not sure if they’ve grown, but it seems like they are a bit larger than when they first started being intimate.

  Geirahoel shifts on her knees to walk up the bed and flop down over Daniel, presenting her chest for him. She’s also able to slide her dress off the rest of the way. “I haven’t been able to relieve myself, s-so… You better take responsibility.”

  Daniel doesn’t need to be told twice. He hugs her chest and pulls himself up to lick her right nipple, and she moans softly. She flops down onto Daniel as she relaxes, and Daniel gives her the attention she loves.

  He wonders if the things that make dragon milk so unique fade rather quickly, since her milk always tastes the best drinking it directly from her. But, it could also be the effect of the fact that they’re being intimate.

  The human emperor ensures that he gives care to both breasts, and Geirahoel works on removing his pants and underwear. Once they’re unfastened, which she can reach without moving, she simply uses her tail to shove them off of his legs the rest of the way, leisurely enjoying her lover showing her affection.

  She remarks a little dryly, “I should start telling everyone what a hungry baby you are, Mukori… S-See if you like it.”

  He chuckles as he drinks her milk. “And, maybe I’ll recommend they try it.”

  She hums in her perturbed tone, hugging his head and torso a little selfishly. “You have to live forever, Mukori. Kill all of the male dragons who aren’t your sons, and never leave. I… I don’t want to think of going back to the way things were…” She adds, “Our family only needs to share with you.”

  Daniel chuckles softly. “Very generous of you. But, even Neith and Magnir?”

  Her arms shift. She knows not to crush him, since he is no longer protected by a magic contract, and she’s a dragon in spite of favoring her human form in recent times.

  “I suppose Magnir proves some male dragons are tolerable.”

  She leaves it at that for the moment. Daniel wants to ask what she has against Neith. She isn’t even as hostile towards Doephluev compared to Neith -the grey dragon formerly known as Larvenmaouchoul, or ‘Choul’ for short-.

  But, that can wait. “If it’s in my power to stay with my beloved Empresses for eternity, I will,” replies Daniel softly. He licks and kisses her left nipple, adding warmly, “Let me show you how sincere I am, Mukori.”

  Just as Daniel starts to roll them over, Geirahoel sits up. “Wait. Let me.” She slides towards his knees, and Daniel lifts himself up on his elbows to watch her. She takes position so her chest is near his erect penis, and she blushes a little as she ponders what she’s about to do. She murmurs, “D-Don’t laugh…”

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  “Mukori, if you don’t want…”

  “Shh!” She lowers her chest, pressing her breasts around his hardened member. She quickly notices the friction between the two, and she thinks for a brief moment. Coming to a realization, she shifts so she can lick his length. Geirahoel’s saliva is a little thicker than a human’s, since it adds even more protection for her mouth and tongue from her own flame breath. He has begun to wonder if ignityal itself is toxic to humans, and if it has a taste. Since it can be used to make revival potations, it’s likely safe enough. But, he’ll have to ask before he explores that particular curiosity.

  In any case, all three dragons are careful with both their ignityal and venom to prevent causing harm to Daniel and anyone else that might come in contact with it.

  With a light coating of her slick lubricating saliva, Geirahoel has an easier time sliding her breasts along the length of Daniel’s phallus. She doesn’t quite have the size necessary to engulf Daniel’s full member, but she is able to stimulate him, and when his expression changes, she easily recognizes that her efforts are paying off.

  The young dragon becomes encouraged, moving her breasts as she squishes them together against his penis. Daniel relaxes, letting Geirahoel move at her own pace. He asks, “What… brought this on?”

  She slows a little as she nibbles her lip, thinking of how to answer. “I wanted to try…”

  “I meant where you got the idea for it. You’ve never mentioned brothels or anything.”

  She narrows her eyes as she smirks. “It was a moving picture. One of the… animes?”

  Daniel looks to the side, realizing now exactly where it came from. She pouts a little, “It came from your phone.”

  “I’m not asking you to stop, I was just curious.”

  This restores her confidence, and she resumes. “Good.”

  Daniel does his best to focus on forming words as she works him up with her pillowy chest. “I feel like I’m being rewarded more than punished…”

  She frowns faintly at him. “You’re my Mukori, not a criminal.” She slides her whole body up his as she crawls up the bed to take position over him. He can feel her belly-button as it slips across his tip. She then uses dexterous movements of her hips as she looms over Daniel from above him with a hungry grin to ‘catch’ the tip of his human breeding tool at the lips of her vagina. She grins triumphantly, sliding back down to drive his member deep into her lower lips. Daniel is fairly close to his climax thanks to her getting him riled up with her boob-job to begin with, but she doesn’t move, leaving him briefly denied.

  She kisses him affectionately as she sits on top of him with his penis deep in her vagina, all but pulsing with demands to continue.

  The orange dragon woman doesn’t oblige, though. She remains rather relaxed and calm, simply enjoying Daniel’s embrace. His hips itch to thrust into her, but he keeps his self-control for the moment. She’s teasing him for her own enjoyment, and as his ‘punishment’ -such that is suitable for a lover, not a criminal, as she put it-.

  Her expression softens for a moment. “Mukori,... I know I’m… probably not your favorite, but… I just can’t help… I don’t want to lose you. A-And, it makes me happy… when you smile and thank me for what I do… And… I… I do like it… w-w-when you tease me…”

  She is blushing furiously, and she won’t make eye contact.

  Daniel is silent for a long time, and he finally whispers, “Mukori… I… I’m going to trust you… So, please don’t… don’t repeat what I’m about to say, but…” He kisses her, whispering with a smile, “I think you are my favorite…”

  Her whole face fills with color, and she whines bashfully, “Y-You’re lying! You probably say that to all of us!”

  Daniel shakes his head. “Do you honestly believe Ryuo would keep it to herself?”

  She flinches, looking away sheepishly. “But…”

  “I mean it… I… You’re beautiful… you’re attentive… you aren’t always honest with your feelings, but… I’ve never felt for a moment that you’ve had ulterior motives.”

  She looks into his eyes again, and he adds gently, “I know I’m heavily loved, and unfairly so, but you… you always make me feel like Daniel, not an emperor, or lord of dragons, or the Harbinger of Calamity. The only person who competes with you is Hekate. And, I hope you can forgive me even mentioning…”

  She presses him down and kisses him, tears dripping onto his face. He is surprised, but she adds tenderly, “I love you, Mukori… I love you so much… I… I will always love you.” She smiles, wiping her eyes. “I learned lots of things, and I’ve gotten to do lots of things without pressure, and without fear, and you also… you make me feel loved, not just a thing that eggs come out of.”

  Daniel chuckles, joking, “Even though number three is on the way?”

  She cups his face with both hands, saying earnestly, “That was my choice. I will be a mother and a wife, not just an egg-layer. Now… s-say it… P-Please…”

  Daniel is stumped for only a half a second, and he adds as he brushes her hair back to expose more of her face. “I love you, Mukori. Please continue to stand by my side.”

  She sniffles, adding warmly and happily, “Yes!” The young redhead kisses him passionately as she begins gyrating her hips in earnest. Daniel recognizes the specific pattern of forward, swirling, and then side to side motions that she chooses, which are extremely effective. He slides his hands up and down her hips as she rides him, having clearly asked for advice from Reignleif, specifically, who likes to be on top.

  She leans over him, placing her hands on either side of his shoulders, and she lifts her hips and drops them in steady-paced bucks as Daniel feels himself getting closer and closer.

  And, Geirahoel takes notice. She plops her waist down, coming to an abrupt halt as Daniel’s member comes to rest inside of her. She grins as she holds still, her red hair hanging down around Daniel’s face with how close they are.

  She asks playfully, “What’s wrong, Mukori? Were you expecting me not to get any payback?”

  “No. I’m more surprised your ‘revenge’ benefits me at all.” He slides his hands over her breasts, giving them a squeeze. She hums and twitches a little, and he can feel her tail flop against his leg. A small trickle of milk runs down each of Daniel’s wrists, and she lays herself down on him. He didn’t notice before, but her belly is just starting to curve with her body producing the third egg. He sometimes wonders why his success rate with the dragons has been so high, since Doephluev took many tries and a magic spell, essentially, to achieve success.

  She cups his cheeks with her hands as she looks lovingly into his eyes. The young dragon whispers, “Am I still your favorite, Mukori?”

  Daniel chuckles softly. “I don’t know. I think I can be bribed.”

  She feigns a pouting face, knowing for certain he’s teasing her. The passionate young woman swivels her hips back and forth briefly, stirring her insides a little with Daniel’s penis, keeping him close to the edge, but not giving him the release. She then comes to a stop once more, keeping Daniel inside of her as she continues to tease him.

  “You’re not the only one who can lie, Mukori,” threatens the redhead. Her auburn hair is shading her face as well as Daniel’s as she holds him possessively. “I’ll tell Hekate. Maybe even all of them.”

  Daniel chews on his tongue lightly, amused by her threat. Telling any one of them that he admitted to having a favorite of his companions would be as good as telling all of them either way. They’ll all know quickly. And, Daniel would be lucky to ever be able to walk free again.

  Daniel replies softly as he wraps his arms around her, “Mukori, I won’t answer that question again. You are my favorite, and while I’ll do my best to make a strange situation work and be as fair as I can, I won’t be changing my mind.”

  Her eyes water a little, but she’s clearly happy, and Daniel kisses her this time. Her tail squirms a little, almost like it’s petting Daniel’s leg, and tears drip down on Daniel’s cheeks. Geirahoel is easy, but he also needs to figure out how to deflect anyone else that will test him. He’s not lying to her, and he knows a minefield will be ahead of him.

  In reward for her happiness, the orange dragon woman rocks her hips again, still kissing Daniel. She rides him to his finish, knowing the sounds and shifts he makes by now.

  The human hugs her tight as he grunts and tenses, instinctively pressing his hips upwards towards her. She slows her movements as Daniel’s body once more tries to sate its biological imperative; to make this woman the carrier of his children.

  Of course, that’s already in progress, so it’s really just for their mutual enjoyment now, and to entangle them both more and more in love.

  After Daniel catches his breath, he lays her down beside him so he can use his hands to work on her and bring her to climax as well. She rolls onto her back, allowing Daniel to get more comfortable and cuddle with her as he strokes her labia with his fingers, prodding deeper. She hums and rubs her hands across his head and rakes her fingers through his hair. He uses his mouth and tongue to stimulate her nipples once more, helping increase her own pleasure. He can feel her tensing and squirming in his arms. She murmurs, “Y-You don’t have to d-do this, b-but don’t think I’ll stop you, M-Mukori.”

  He smiles even as he nibbles gently on her perky milk-dripping breast with his teeth, causing her to moan and gasp a bit. Her legs squirm, sliding her feet on the bed as her tail begins flopping back and forth more quickly.

  She gasps and bucks backwards on the bed as her body begins to tremble. Daniel doesn’t let up yet, continuing to rub and prod her with a quick pace, finishing her off. He actually has to dodge backwards when a small puff of fire comes out of her mouth with a cough. A honey-like smell fills the air. She quickly panics, dazed and trembling. “D-Dan-Mukori!? A-Are you-...” She coughs again, but she’s able to see him.

  His eyes are undoubtedly wide, and she looks embarrassed and horrified, looking down.

  The human mechanic sighs in relief. He jokes, “That was a close one. I hope you’d take responsibility if you melt my face off.”

  She pouts, covering her mouth in case she coughs again, “It’s not funny…” She’s breathing heavily, but her climax was ruined by the momentary horror of nearly scorching Daniel with a cough in her bliss.

  Daniel lays down beside her and pulls her into an embrace with him. She tenses a little, but he adds gently, “No harm done. It’s a gamble I accepted when I started to make love to dragons.”

  She cuddles even closer to him. “S-... Sorry…”

  Daniel is quiet for a moment. He’s trying to think of how to cheer her up, but he’s fully aware that his heart is racing. There’s very little chance that Geirahoel, who is surprisingly very attentive to almost everything about him, that she hasn’t noticed it as well.

  He’s reminded of his thought from earlier.

  “Hey, Mukori…”

  She tenses, as if she’s about to be scolded, or that she just as quickly lost ‘favorite’ status.

  “It’s nothing bad. I was just curious…”

  “About what?” asks the dragon softly. She shifts so that she can look up at his face, and they make eye contact. He smiles gently.

  “Do you know if ignityal is toxic to humans?”

  She cocks her head cutely, surprised by his question.

  “I-ignityal? Why?”

  Daniel grins. “Curiosity. We didn’t have dragons on Earth, and I never really paid attention, but it has an interesting smell.”

  She blushes, searching her brain for answers. “I… I think… it’s safe. The acolytes of those cultists would sometimes drink it… I don’t think any of them died.”

  “You mean the Unity of the Great Dragons?” asks Daniel.

  She shrugs. “Whatever they call themselves. Even as harshly as they were treated by the dragons, including the le-... Um… those of us who were treated poorly by… the rest of us…” She trails off towards the end. She returns to the point after a moment, “The cultists would do all sorts of strange rituals, and they continued to worship dragons.”

  “Then, to prove my feelings for you are unchanged, I’d like you to find a recipe that uses ignityal and surprise me.”

  She twitches in his arms, now rolling to lay on his chest so she can look directly into his eyes without any sort of obstruction at all. “Y-... Why?”

  Daniel smiles. “Why not? I drink your milk every day.” The human adds under his breath as he looks to the side, “Even when my gut protests…”

  She pouts, which prompts him to chuckle. “It’s a little weird, I know, but I’m curious now. Is it like an alcohol? Maybe we could make another drink exclusive to the Fievegal. Or, maybe just me, since… it’s kinda gross.”

  This causes her to frown, and he adds quickly, “Gross to try to share it. We already swap spit regularly. So, I think fire spit shouldn’t be much different.”

  “You’re very crude today, Mukori.”

  “I’m just being honest.”

  She smiles with rosy cheeks. “I-I’ll do it.” She then slides herself up, seemingly working her jaw side to side for a moment. She then kisses Daniel, and he can tell immediately.

  His tongue is sent on a particularly unique and wild ride. It definitely reminds him of an alcohol, but doesn’t quite have the same burn. The sweetness is mild, comparable to a nice red wine as opposed to an overly sweet liqueur. The flavor reminds Daniel a little of honey, but with a slight flavorful bitterness that he can’t quite place right away. And, the other most prominent sensation is the chilling feeling it leaves in his mouth, like the cooling caused by an aftershave. If anything, it’s the opposite of a strong alcohol that burns, cooling without becoming particularly uncomfortable.

  Daniel briefly lapses his thoughts and swallows, feeling the cooling effect sink down into his stomach and make his stomach feel relaxed. He realizes his folly, but he hopes they can recover him if he is able to drink an antidote potation or anything else.

  Daniel chuckles when she breaks the kiss, still savoring the flavor and the chill that makes him feel relaxed. Geirahoel smiles with rosy cheeks. “H-How was it?”

  “I… wow…”

  She bashfully murmurs, “D-Did… did you really like it?”

  Daniel nods, still trying to make a note of what the full body of flavors contains. “Y-You don’t have to… try to extract it, now that I think about it,” replies Daniel. “But…”

  She pecks his lips briefly. “But, a power-charged kiss is okay?”

  Daniel nods. She grins happily, laying down on top of him. “Then, I suppose I don’t mind, Mukori.”

  After they’ve rested a bit, they clean up the stateroom and get dressed. Daniel playfully pinches her buttcheeks and tugs on her tail while she’s trying to get dressed, and she laughs and swings her tail at him to try to swat him away -careful not to actually hurt him-. She finally whirls to face him as he corners her, and she whines, “Mukori! If you don’t stop, then I won’t let you go for the rest of the night.”

  He chuckles, gingerly petting her hips. He looms closer to her, and though she’s warning him, he can tell that the auburn-haired beauty is daring him in hopes that he’ll forget about all things outside of this room and stay with her.

  Unfortunately, he does have things he needs to accomplish, and as much as he wants to give in, he settles for one last kiss. “You tempt me greatly, Mukori. But…”

  She softens her expression. “I know… But…” She presses close to him and hugs him. “Even if I melted your face off, I would’ve stayed by your side, Mukori.”

  Daniel holds her for a moment, stroking her back gently. He then helps her get dressed, using it as an excuse to tease her just a little more before getting his own clothes back on, which she similarly helps him with.

  Afterwards, they meet up with everyone else to help finish the pizzas.

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