Sleep was the idea.

  It really was.

  Roestren, the young boruan woman living in Mattarglos, invited her fiance to sleep with her in her bed, since her parents are highly approving of their relationship.

  Neith has travelled quite far in the world and slept in all sorts of circumstances. However, the conversation with Ulkamak has left him full of endless thoughts.

  Because she still has time remaining on her pledge of service to the Imperial Army, Roestren could be recalled at any time to be deployed. Currently, she’s on an inactive status, meaning she’s effectively in limbo.

  Her father revealed to the grey knight that a way to ensure that she isn’t shipped off to war over the next year would be to ensure she’s pregnant. For Neith, this is certainly an acceptable and ideal scenario, since he can keep his promise to keep her safe and marry her as soon as possible, while also starting his own family sooner than later.

  Neith is fond of the boruan woman, and he is adored by her family.

  She also trusts him enough to sleep next to him, defenselessly laying in front of him with her face close to his.

  The dragon does his best to sleep, but he can’t help but wonder.

  Should I just ask? She might say yes. Then again, she might think I’m rushing things.

  He is a dragon, so she doesn’t necessarily fit his natural standards of beauty. But, she is undeniably beautiful in many other ways. If Daniel is anything to go by, they should be able to have children, meaning that his natural instincts aren’t the only source of determining beauty.

  Here I am, thinking about her endlessly. Is this what you mean, Daniel? Maybe I should…

  The dragon sighs internally. He has hundreds of years of controlling himself, so he won’t do anything regrettable. But, he still wonders the best route to take.

  “What’s wrong?” asks Roestren softly, surprising him.

  “I’m sorry, Roestren. Did I keep you awake?”

  “N-... No, not exactly…” admits the boruan woman sheepishly as she opens her eyes to look at him. She shifts her thighs a little, and a distinct scent reaches Neith’s nose. It’s distinct for a mammalian species, but has a strangely enticing flavor behind the cool, carnal aroma.

  “I… was thinking about something your father said,” replies Neith, trying not to pressure his young fiancee.

  “Dad? D-Did… Did he say something weird?”

  Neith chuckles, gingerly touching her hand with his. “You could say that, in a way.”

  “What was it?” asks Roestren curiously, looking into Neith’s eyes as she welcomes his touch by taking his hand gently.

  “He… mentioned a way to keep you from being deployed.”

  “Wh-What?”

  “Well… If you ask me, it’s a win-win, since it’ll prevent you from getting sent off to war, particularly against us, and…” He tenderly squeezes her hand, taking a breath. “It would… start our family right away.”

  Roestren blushes. “Y-You… want to get me pregnant?” Surprise rightfully fills her voice, and Neith worries that he should’ve kept quiet. He nods in the interest of honesty, confirming with a simple, “Yes.”

  Roestren tenses a little, squirming even more. She is deep in thought, and Neith adds, “I don’t want to stand in the way of you doing the work that you love, but even while you’re pregnant, and when you can, I would be happy to help you continue your journey. I’m close with magic artisans that…”

  Roestren surprises him by throwing herself towards him, kissing him. She hugs his neck, and though she doesn’t have the strength to harm him, she is able to squeeze him surprisingly firmly.

  She releases him briefly, saying, “I was afraid to ask first.” She blushes cutely, and Neith finds himself captivated by her adorable appearance. “S-So, Neith… W-Would you like to… steal me away from the army?”

  He smiles, chuckling softly. “Steal you away and make you completely mine,” teases the dragon.

  She squeaks and shuffles closer to him. “Th-Then… Can we… right now?”

  He scoffs lightly, amused that it’s going much better than he expected.

  “If that’s what you want, my Lady.”

  She nods, blushing, and Neith takes his cue. He slides his hand up her thigh, feeling her shapely and soft skin before reaching her simple flaxen short sleepwear. She hums, closing her eyes as she leans into him again.

  The dragon kisses her briefly, sliding his fingers under the hem of her shorts towards the inner part of her thighs. He whispers softly, “Stop me if I’m too rough, my Lady.”

  She replies, pressing her pelvic region towards him somewhat forcefully, “Don’t hold back until I stop you, then, my knight.”

  Neith kisses her neck, tickling her with his sharp canine teeth. He can feel her body heating up rapidly, and the air around them starts to feel tingly with the heady scents of arousal.

  The dragon finds her delicate, plushie-feeling vulva, and she hums and squirms her thighs as he touches and prods her gently, still kissing her neck. Her own hands explore his body as well, sliding under his rather comfortable and soft cotton-made tee-shirt, thanks to his liege lord and brother in name. She affectionately strokes his muscled arms and toned abs, kneading his skin as she tries to entice him more and more.

  She is subtly working his tee-shirt up with the goal of removing it, though it’s partially subconscious, since she is relaxing into his affectionate ministrations with his own strong fingers.

  Roestren murmurs breathlessly, “N-Neith, your clothes… I… I’ve never felt… something so soft…”

  He replies somewhat thoughtlessly, but inspired by the teasing Daniel will say to his consorts in non-sensual settings, “I’ll have to explore every inch of you so I can remember your measurements.”

  The grey knight feels a little dumb for saying it. That is until Roestren shivers in his embrace and hums, seeming to have a miniature climax just from his words.

  Hahaha… Is this a privilege of the young? For mere words to move the body at its core?

  The dragon licks Roestren’s neck, and she continues to mumble and make cute little noises. She finally answers him, “B-Be sure… to ex-explore my b-breasts, Neith.”

  The dragon grins, and a somewhat instinctive urge courses through his veins. He bites the chest of Roestren’s shirt, and his teeth easily slice through the inexpensive fabric with ease. She gasps as her voluptuous breasts for her otherwise petite size pop free. “N-Neith!”

  The knight growls deviously, “Don’t worry, my Lady. I’ll replace it.” He licks her exposed breasts, and her humming and moaning continue to stoke the fire in him.

  I see… I guess it works on me, too…

  “Oh, Neith…” murmurs Roestren lovingly as he squeezes her right breast with his left hand, and his right index finger dips into her rapidly moistening pussy.

  The cow-like woman squeezes her thighs together at the new penetration, and she hugs his head firmly to her chest, which he is more than happy to nibble on.

  Now getting impatient, Roestren grips his tee shirt tightly in her fists, tugging at it. He helps her remove it, and she gasps when he plunges his middle finger into her vagina as well. If she were a furnace, her soaking love-box could seemingly melt steel, and her juices allow his fingers easy entry.

  The dragon’s own nether region is not sitting idly either. Her words and her touches, as well as her pitifully adorable squirming under him have caused his own mating tool to become stiffly erect. It is eager and waiting to perform its duties, and were he a lesser being, Neith would struggle to resist unleashing carnal fury on his fiancee all at once.

  Maintaining his self-control, Neith continues to show Roestren’s breasts affection, helping her squirm out of her torn shirt.

  “Neith… my dear Neith… keep going! Please keep going!”

  He smiles and bites her nipple gently, causing her to twitch and kick her legs, while her bovine tail flicks. He uses his own tail to stroke her legs, though it’s mostly doing it from his subconscious, since his focus is on his hands and mouth.

  Roestren’s shorts are side-laced on both sides, since they’re designed to allow her to expand them as she grows, even if she is rather small for a boruan woman. It’s perfect for Neith, though, since she seems to like his gentle aggression.

  Neith growls, “These are in the way,” before snipping the laces on her left side using his teeth. He does the same to the right side laces, pulling her short-pants apart and ‘ruining’ the remainder of her clothing. She mewls cutely, whining in a voice that is far too affectionate to be taken seriously, “Y-You better give me the softest clothes to replace them, Neith.”

  He crawls up to loom over her face, retorting playfully, but with a gently menacing tone, “Those will be the last things I give you tonight, my dear Lady. Since, before that, I have to give you a great many far more important gifts.”

  She blushes and hugs him, and the two share a kiss while the dragon slides his pants off.

  And, that is an important point to be made. Like his horns and tail would indicate, Neith is not fully human in his ‘human’ form. He is still a dragon, and his most important tool for mating is simply smaller to match his current size proportionally. It has retained its species-unique shape.

  When Roestren sees it, her eyes widen, which makes Neith feel a little proud. Even in his small human form, he seems to be impressive, though it may not be fair with Roestren being the innocent maiden that she is.

  Neith’s penis has a gently tapered point that is partially recessed into a rounded flare head, which is further ridged by the first of three crests along his shaft that form distinct textures, with a row of smaller ridges running up the underside of his member. Special glands have already secreted fluids along the scale-like ridges, preparing his member for insertion with a glossy sheen. Just to be sure, Neith uses his hand to spread the fluids across his whole member to ensure easy entry into his virgin fiancee.

  In human form, as opposed to dragon form, it is much easier for his penis to find its mark, so its unique design is far over-evolved for the purpose, but Roestren braces as he presses the tip to her vaginal opening. She watches a little nervously, and he makes eye contact with her. “I’ll go slow, my Lady Love.”

  She nods, trusting him completely as color fills her cheeks.

  As promised, Neith works his hips forward gently, focusing on his effort. If he doesn’t, he might thrust himself into her all at once like an animal, and he could risk making the experience more painful for her.

  The dragon uses small twitching pumps of his hips to drive his dick small amounts in, easing into her. Though every inch of her pussy squeezes in on his member, he has no real trouble sinking deep into her warm and wet folds, feeling the welcoming heat of her baby oven envelop him.

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  Neith can feel his member twitching with every beat of his heart, though he also feels like there is another, smaller pulsing sensation coming from his skin. If he’s not mistaken, Roestren’s own racing heartbeat is tapping its rhythm through their connection, and she breathes heavily to accept the full girth of his penis deep inside of her.

  Neith whispers, “Does it hurt?”

  She shakes her head, still wide-eyed and focused on the stretching pressure inside of her most personal area. The young boruan woman gently touches her own belly, saying softly, “I… I feel so… full. N-Neith… I… This… I love this feeling…”

  The dragon leans forward and kisses her. “I hope you love what’s to come. We’re just getting started.”

  She blushes more brightly, nodding wordlessly while she stares into his eyes.

  Neith slowly withdraws his penis, and its ridged form does its best work. With the crests angled back as they are, his mating tool inserts easily, but provides a great deal of pressure and lubricated rubbing on the way back out, popping free of her labia each in turn.

  One, two, three, followed by the widest part of his penis so far, the somewhat donut-like flare. He keeps the pointed tip just inside as she gasps into her hands, resisting the urge to scream from the very first withdrawal, which alleviated all of the pressure on her vagina at once.

  Neith drives his penis back in a bit more forcefully this time, and his bovine lover whimpers and arches her back.

  The dragon teases, “What’s wrong, Roestren? From what I’ve seen, your parents will be happy to hear their grandchild being conceived.”

  She moans and squeals as quietly as she can in embarrassment, hiding her face as she does everything in her power to suppress her screams.

  She grips his arms, trying to pull herself closer to him, and she whispers desperately, “W-We h-h-have to do s-something! I won’t be able to stop myself if we keep going!”

  Neith smiles, and he says affectionately, “Your wish is my command, my Lady.”

  The dragon chants quietly, placing his palm on her bed. Magic swirls around his forearm, descending into the bed. After a moment, the energy spreads like a bubble, fading out of sight.

  He replies at normal volume, no longer needing to whisper, “I’ve isolated all sound with a magic barrier.” He withdraws and thrusts in one deep, fluid motion, causing his young lover to yelp in surprise. She clasps her hands over her mouth in terror, looking at her dragon mate. “Feel free to express every bit of your heart’s true feelings, my Lady.”

  She blushes, and he pumps his hips deeply again. She moans, snapping her hands to his biceps to squeeze them urgently. “A-Are you s-s-sure? I-I’ll die of embarrassment if…”

  “I’m sure, Roestren.” Neith kisses her, shouting suddenly, “Come quickly! I’m having sex with your daughter, and she loves it!”

  She yells, “Neith! What are you…!?” She covers her own mouth, watching the door in a panic.

  After a long time, nothing happens. She looks at the grey knight, who grins.

  “What did I tell you? I’m free to make your voice ragged.”

  “N-Neith…?”

  The dragon massages her breasts greedily with his hands, taking a firm posture to allow him to thrust smoothly and with long, deep strokes.

  He can feel her machine-gun-like heartbeat through his penis, and the fire in his body is heating up.

  His mate is his for the taking, and she is absolutely beautiful in his eyes. Maybe it’s his aroused state, or maybe he is allowing himself to feel what Daniel described.

  Whatever it is, he has every intention to ensure this woman is absolutely his by the end of the night.

  Neith starts at a slow and steady pace, pistoning his full length in and out of his boruan lover. She moans and and intermittently squeezes his arms with her strong hands in time with his inward thrusts, and once she’s getting used to his rhythm, he picks up the pace.

  She gasps, sliding her hoofed feet against her bedding as her tail flops back and forth, occasionally wrapping over Neith’s thicker dragon tail. Every inch of his penis stimulates them both with the changing textures and pressures in her snug little hole, being stuffed full every time he thrusts inwards.

  Her voice starts to break free of her resistance, and she begins yelping and gasping loudly, occasionally calling out Neith’s name with passion. “Yes! Neith! Oh! I don’t care anymore! Mom! Dad! I don’t care if you hear! We’re g-giving you grandbabies! GAH! Neith!”

  The grey dragon agreed earlier, and he has no intention of disappointing his wife-to-be. He continues speeding up, altering his depth and angle slightly to stimulate her differently with every thrust, which also applies the same advantage to his breeding shaft. Her rather large breasts are like dough, and he grasps and kneads them firmly and lovingly.

  Roestren suddenly screams, “Neith! Neith, I think…! GAH! AH!” Her words devolve into carnal screams, while her body tenses and spasms. She kicks her legs, even as Neith keeps thrusting into her. He grips her hips to keep her from bucking out of line with him. Her pussy is squeezing even more desperately on his penis, seemingly vibrating in an urgent effort to milk him for his seed.

  He lasts only another moment before he is sprayed by her clear, heady ejaculate, which sets him over the edge. He thrusts deeply into her, feeling the pulsing through his entire penis as the next stage of his biology kicks into action.

  As a dragon, there is typically more than one ‘satellite male’ lingering around a harem male’s mates for a chance to reproduce when the harem male’s guard is down, or if given permission to keep the bloodlines from thinning too much.

  As such, the harem males grow larger and have several evolutionary adaptations to give them an additional edge if things get competitive.

  The base of Neith’s penis begins to swell with blood, squeezing tightly from the inside and locking into place in Roestren’s vagina as his seed is pumped deep inside of her in thick, hot ropes. Meanwhile, the mini glands under his ridges have layered the inside of her vagina with a special viscous fluid that forms overlapping layers of the substance, which will act to prevent his semen from leaving the vagina.

  Now firmly knotted, it’s a bit of a waiting game as the two come down from their respective climaxes. Neith catches his breath, resting on his elbows while Roestren twitches and gasps, moaning and squirming lightly dreamily under him. Her hands slide up and down his arms, occasionally travelling up onto his shoulders and back. She can’t form words, still gasping and squirming lightly as she tries to find comfort with the large bulbous breeding knot keeping them locked together from inside of her. He grunts as his testes continue to squeeze out his breeding essence, pumping through his penis and into the small space remaining in Roestren’s formerly virginal vagina.

  Her pussy is still sputtering small spasms to coax every drop it can out of him, and her body weakly bucks and twitches, as if bending to each squirt of seed sent into her belly. Just like the breeding knot firmly keeping Neith’s penis locked inside of her, the donut-like flare of his dick has also swollen to keep his semen deep inside of her.

  When his orgasm has finally subsided, his balls feel like they are small furnaces in their own right, and his dick continues to pulse with his heartbeat, staying firmly locked in place in order to carry out its duty to the fullest.

  One last portion of his breeding ritual needs to take place. With his bulbous anchor holding the base of his penis in place, the ridges of his penis slowly extend forward, stretching his penis deeper inside of his boruan lover, whose vagina has wholly accepted him and clings to him as lovingly as she does with her hands.

  Neith leans forward, kissing his fiancee as his penis extends little by little inside of her, pushing the lubricated donut forward to drive every drop of his seed past her cervix and into her womb. The semen of his that is rejected by her body’s selective process will form a blocking layer over the entrance to deny any new males from successfully mating with her for the next few days.

  Roestren hums lovingly through their kiss, hugging Neith’s neck and stroking her hands through his hair. She finds his horns, and he can feel her hands slide up and down them, gripping them partially. It’s a strange sensation to have his horns touched. They’ve regrown partially, with enough length to be seen through his silvery hair, but it feels like a direct connection to his skull; a direct connection to him.

  Roestren asks softly, still struggling to breathe a little, but deeply affectionate towards him, “What happened… to your horns?”

  The dragon smiles. “I broke them off to disguise myself. It was actually the day we met.”

  She squeaks. “R-Really?”

  “Mm-hmm.” He kisses her bovine ear, nibbling gently.

  He can feel the pressure in his penis increase a little, and she tenses a little, arching her back as she takes a deep breath inward.

  “Does it hurt?” asks the dragon.

  She shakes her head. “N-No… It’s just… v-very filling… The pressure, it’s… I feel completely full of you, my dear knight.”

  “There’s a special word for what you are… Mukori.”

  “M-Mukori?” asks the boruan woman sheepishly. She is able to relax once she’s used to the pressure, and she waits patiently for him to clarify.

  “Yes. It means you are the owner of my heart. My beloved, my mate,... my wife.”

  Roestren blushes, petting her knight’s cheek. “I-I see… Is there… a word for you?”

  He smiles, kissing her hand. “If you feel the same,... then, Mukori.”

  The boruan woman’s expression becomes even more tender and loving. “Mukori. I love you, Mukori.”

  “I love you too, Mukori.” Neith kisses her, and she hums in appreciation. He can tell the pressure is reducing in their intimate connection, but it’ll still be some time before he’ll be able to pull free.

  The two tenderly enjoy each other’s embrace, and Roestren eventually asks, “N-Neith… Is… that a trait all men have, or just dragons?”

  “I don’t know about other men for sure, but it is an ability of certain dragons.”

  “I see… Then, I’m glad you’re one of those certain dragons, Mukori.”

  He grins, nibbling her lip with his teeth ever so gently. “Me too, Mukori. But… I noticed something.”

  “Wh-What’s that?”

  “I promised to make your voice ragged. Good thing we have the rest of the night.”

  “M-Mukori!?”

  Neith can feel that he has enough freedom, so he pulls his mating tool free of Roestren’s stretched pussy, and she cries out in surprise. She pants again, bracing herself against the sudden sensation on her sensitive pussy.

  The dragon wastes no time in pivoting her to her hands and knees, and she gasps, trying just to keep up.

  “M-Mukori! What are you…!?”

  “Let’s see where I can reach from here…” Neith inserts into her again, and she cries out, descending into a long, lascivious moan as she bucks up and back, falling into Neith’s embrace as he keeps his penis deep inside her once more, the only difference being that it’s from behind this time.

  Roestren gasps and moans, leaning back into his embrace as he kisses her neck and ears. She sighs, sinking down onto his member with her own weight. “Oooohhhh… Mukori…”

  “Get ready to scream for me, Mukori.”

  She reaches over her shoulder to cup his cheek, bracing herself as she breathes heavily for a moment. “I’m ready, Mukori.”

  The grey dragon can easily support his fiancee’s weight, and he keeps her suspended by her cushiony thighs while thrusting into her from below, and she supports her torso by hugging his head over her shoulders. The boruan woman is still sensitive, and it’s possible that Neith’s precum has an aphrodisiac effect, given how passionately she is responding to his lovemaking.

  Roestren’s voice climbs back up to full volume, and she cries and squirms in his embrace, wailing passionately for her draconic lover.

  Neith keeps his promise, working his member in and out of her with powerful thrusts and pushing her to the edge of climax once more. She calls out his name, moaning and pivoting her hips in his lap as their bodies slap noisily together.

  She bucks back, but he doesn’t stop, and her screams seem to threaten to overpower the spell he used to keep their activities secret from her presumably sleeping parents.

  The carnal edge has been taken off of Neith’s body, letting him focus on drowning his lover in lustful pleasure. He has sent his seed forth to begin its journey towards the future.

  Neith hugs his bovine lover to brace her, continuing to hump into her as she kicks her legs out and squirms in his arms, screaming and crying out lasciviously as her orgasm tremors through her whole body.

  It gets more and more intense for her with each additional thrust, and he has to resist the milking action of her tight pussy trying to push him over the edge and claim a second helping of its prize.

  Neith is not a merciless sex-fiend, of course. He slows down to give her a break when she struggles to breath, and she continues twitching and bucking in his arms as she wheezes, huffing and moaning wearily as her body keeps jerking with jolts of orgasm.

  The dragon kisses his fiancee affectionately, causing her to hum and shift lovingly, enjoying every touch of his fingers and lips on her skin.

  “I love you, Mukori,” whispers the boruan woman.

  Her voice is starting to sound weaker and more hoarse, but she can still speak.

  Neith grins. “What do you say, my dear Mukori? Shall I keep my promise?”

  “Y-You can… still keep going?” asks the boruan woman with her cheeks flushed. She looks over her shoulder, her large chest rising and falling with her ragged breathing.

  “I don’t often like to boast, my love, but you were there for the siege.” He whispers directly into his fiancee’s ear with the most sultry tone he can muster, “Do you think I can still keep going?”

  She blushes brightly. “You were having a lot of trouble with mere weaklings like me…” replies the young boruan defiantly, even with her voice already worn out as it is.

  “I see. Yes, Mukori. Perhaps you are right. I need to get stronger.”

  Neith ‘trains’ her body through the night, since he can go a lot longer without sleep than she can.

  By the time they do go to sleep, Roestren is only able to get a couple hours of sleep in Neith’s arms before Vynseria calls them down for breakfast.

  The young boruan woman has to walk slowly, and Neith escorts her to the breakfast table. She whispers a greeting, unable to speak any louder, and her cheeks are red the whole time.

  Neith notices Vynseria and Ulkamak share a glance with each other, but neither says a word about it. The husband simply drinks his morning tea, while the wife finishes the last plates of the breakfast meal, serving them to each member of the family, which now includes the grey dragon himself.

  Roestren’s parents converse with Neith about insignificant matters, not picking on their daughter too much, though even she can tell that they won’t be fooled by any excuses she might try to make.

  In the end, Neith is quite happy with the outcome. Throughout the night, he found that Roestren isn’t just a lifeless little doll, scared into clinging to him for fear of a future of ostracization, but instead, she is a charming, passionate, and loving woman who doesn’t shy away from anything about Neith. Every touch, every kiss, and every embrace are filled with a growing love that has even started to take root in the dragon’s heart.

  He is certain, because he is feeling unfamiliar warmth and comfort being with these people in the morning. It reminds him of happier days of his youth.

  Neith may not be an expert on love, but he is far from too foolish to recognize when it’s starting to blossom in his own heart.

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