Intermission - Hana

So, we're taking a nice little stroll in the sun through the inner circle of mansions while we chit-chat with my little brother and his little male wife, then Alissa's evil fox grin appears in all of our minds, and she connects our pleasure with Wolfy's.

This wouldn't be the first time she's done this prank, except that this time, our dear husband is absolutely destroying the little rabbit while releasing non-stop… and that means that we all also reach bliss non-stop while feeling the pleasure and rage of a dragon at its apex as it br--ds the finest little piece of meat in this side of the empire.

"O-oops~… ahn~…" Alissa mumbles between uncontrollable grunts.

There's simply no point in resisting the massive influx of pleasure, so I just let it flow out of me… and there goes my pants.

Ah~… what a nice day to have an unleashing out in the open.

Thankfully, Nono is weak to his massive sword, so it soon comes to an end, then I release Romy's shoulder and sigh. My legs are left feeling like wet noodles (heh), but at least I can stand on my own now.

"Damn, it's finally over. He made me so w-t, the bastard," I grumble, then I unbutton my pants and show her my drenched underclothes. "See this? This is what we have to deal with, every day. He makes me so excited that even my parts need a [Heal] every once in a while."

I suddenly feel Wolfy's comforting presence enter my mind. "Hm? Oh… oops, sorry, I didn't notice," he apologizes through [Bind].

"Not your fault…" Yunia grumbles back and sends an internal glare towards Alissa.

"Eheheheh…" The cheeky little fox guilty laughs back at the castle as she does herself silly.

"Wow, that sounds horrible," Romy replies so dryly that it sounds like sandpaper grinding against my ears. But then, her alluring, thin eyes switch targets, and she narrows them threateningly at Hermann. "What is it that has caught your attention, Sir Grosshil?" She sternly questions him, and my perverted little brother immediately looks away.

I land a hand on her shoulder and calm her down, "It's fine. He saw me get done by Wolfy already."

She hums as she gives him a measuring look. "I take it he's one of 'those' men, then?"

I stare at Hermann with a teasing look. "The kind that wants to do his sister? Oh, yeah. He's got dragonkin blood in him, so it isn't surprising."

He shares a worried look with Ahren, and neither of them seem to have the courage to even comment on our conversation.

Ciel finally regains control of her legs and thanks the Companion who was holding her in a tight hug, then she pushes away the thirsty girl, who I'm sure will be dreaming about her barely-contained cow pair and the smell of her happiness for day-cycles to come.

When she steps back, she reveals a small puddle of delicious fluids that has pooled underneath her. She isn't wearing anything under that dress, so it was all free to drip down her leg.

To come, indeed.

"What… just happened?" Ahren hesitantly asks, not noticing where we're all looking.

And I casually answer, "Just Wolfy sharing his pleasure with us while he does a girl senseless, so congratulations, you just saw both of us reach bliss repeatedly. And that" -I point to the puddle and grin- "is the result of Ciel's repeated bliss."

Ciel smacks my shoulder quite hard as her face flushes red with embarrassment.

"Nice," Romy hums with a nod and crosses her arms.

I ignore Ciel's punches and lean closer to Romy as I continue my teasing, "Told you having the Companions around was better. Imagine if we were surrounded by men, and she hugged one of them as she whispered in his ear and released repeatedly."

Romy's eyebrows climb up her dark brow, then she glances at me as she speculates, "We'd have a comrade to bury?"

"Would be a fitting punishment for Wolfy and Alissa making me release in public," she grumbles, fuming in anger, then her expression suddenly changes into one of horror. "I mean, the part about me hugging a man! Not the joke about killing a Lordsguard!"

We chuckle softly at her awkwardness. "Yes, yes, we get it," I assure her, and she groans in embarrassment.

I feel a bit frustrated that I can't go all the way, though. Alissa is doing herself silly in a dark corner of the castle, Roxanne is hunting for Wolfy, Lina and Aoi are doing each other, and Yunia has pounced on a maid.

But I see that my little brother is also suffering like I am, so I guess I'll f-ck with him. Not literally, Wolfy.

I point to Hermann's huge sword. "Is that for me, or are you imagining that it was Klein that Wolfy was doing, hm?"

He opens his eyes wide in disbelief and finally starts speaking, "What?! No! I-it's neither!" He tries to roar, but his stutter ruins his attempted denial.

Roxanne whispers in my mind, and I just can't help myself but to echo, "Oh? Are you thinking about Ciel, then? Klein will be sad when she hears about this."

"Gods, Hermann, you keep falling for it," even his wife quietly gives him a slap.

But dragons are quick to recognize banter, so his scowl immediately changes into a smirk as he bites back, "Alright, you female dog, go screw yourself."

I nod and cross my arms, bunching up my alluring female weapons. "I'd like to, actually."

He gives me a defiant grin. "Then I'll help you."

And I just smugly reply, "You'd have to kill Wolfy first."

He grits his teeth and glares. That's not something he wants to joke about, not because Wolfy's his Lord, he doesn't care about that, but because their power gap is so great that it isn't even funny.

I'm actually surprised that he doesn't joke about one day being able to plow Klein, or about stealing one of Wolfy's women. Maybe he knows not to poke the dragon, or he actually hopes to polish Wolfy's sword one day.

"Enough playing around," Ciel pleads, and after grinning for long enough, I turn to her and grab her hand, then I guide those gentle fingers into my underwear.

"Clean me up, please?" I cheekily ask her, and she pouts in annoyance, but still puts her fingers in as she pretends to gather her mana and chant. Even she was left excited after Wolfy's display.

I don't resist those juicy lips and pull her up into a kiss as her moving picks up speed.

"Are you actually casting a spell?" Romy dryly interrupts.

Ciel pulls back and instantly casts [Clean], though her fingers are still inside, so both my oven and my underwear are cleaned, and the cool, fresh feeling coursing inside me causes a chill to go up my spine.

Then she takes her fingers out and gives them a quick lick, but that only confuses me.

"You just [Clean]ed me, so why do you think your fingers would taste like anything?" I ask as I fasten my pants again.

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Ciel simply presses her lips together in (even more) embarrassment and annoyance, then silently casts [Clean] on herself. I think she's now nice and tender from the verbal spanking, so I'll just leave it there.

By now, the thirsty Companion is all red and rubbing her thighs together, so I walk up to her and sneak a hand under her scale armor and up her back.

"You'll come with me after this, okay?" I whisper seductively and caress her soft skin.

She nods obediently and bites her lip in anticipation. I damn love elven women because they're so much more submissive than the other races are to the superior, domineering dragonkin.

No wonder Wolfy is so popular with women here.

We make our way to the training grounds at the Shell between the inner and outer circles, and the sounds of men fighting first thing in the morning is just music to my ears.

When we enter the sand arena, all eyes turn to stare at our dazzling appearances, and the referee immediately announces a stop to the duel, slightly frustrating one of the fighters.

The man turns around in a huff and immediately freezes, his pale face turning pink from Gods know which of the dozen emotions he could be feeling right now.

Brett is kind of a funny-looking guy. He has the same alluring eyes as Romy, but he has the skin and hair color of a Mordere, which is an odd mix. I think he's a half like me. But what makes him look funny is that he's kind of cute for a man of his size. Not handsome, cute.

"You were supposed to be resting," Ciel immediately goes for the whip.

He grins ferociously, but his funny face makes him adorable, instead. "I feel fine, so I wanted to try out my new limbs," he responds, unfazed.

"End your phrases with 'Your Highness,'" the officer sternly reprimands.

Brett stiffens and breathes in, swallowing his adventurer pride, then he spreads open his ass cheeks to us. "I feel fine, Your Highness."

But he really shouldn't; nobody would ever just be fine after what he has gone through.

Since he's offering his asshole to us so readily, I might as well go for it.

"Alright, then fight me," I challenge him and show him my best grin.

His pointy dog ears shoot up, along with his eyebrows, but then he grins back and grips his practice spear. "With pleasure, Your Highness."

Ciel sighs, then turns to the audience and announces, "Brett is a secret asset. Don't let anyone of lower rank enter this arena, and don't mention this duel to anyone for now."

The men whisper to each other, then an officer salutes and designates a few men to keep watch while Ahren and Hermann give us concerned looks and start stepping back.

One of the men hands me a practice spear and a practice bastard sword with a scabbard so that I can tie it to my waist. My clothes are already suited for training, so I immediately take a fighting stance, then Ciel ties up my hair for me.

"Thanks, sweet cheeks," I whisper with a smirk.

She snorts and walks away, then everyone clears the ring.

I turn my eyes to Brett and see that he's taken a relaxed stance, which is suspicious considering that I'm leaning forward more aggressively. His expression is impassive, so at least he isn't underestimating me.

He's just going to use his Gift, isn't he?

"Let me warn you that I have a skill similar to your Gift," I announce, and he simply grunts with a nod.

"Should the duel be until first blood?" The referee questions us. We both snort and nod, it's actually the perfect choice, considering our powers. "Very well. Take your positions, and… BEGIN!"

I summon my wings and charge forward with a sudden burst of speed, but he's well prepared for that and parries my thrust… but that was a feint!

I launch a kick towards his face… but he raises his elbow, and my foot hits a lump of steel… but I used [Draconic Body]! A heavy bang resounds throughout the arena, sounding like two lumps of steel colliding.

Before his spear comes back to bite at me, I tumble in the air and fly over his head, then I land on my other foot because even with [Draconic Body], this shit still hurts!

"Your internal monologue is becoming annoyingly chuuni," Wolfy's dry voice echoes inside my mind.

Shut up.

"Love… you're making me… uncomfortable…" Roxanne's weak voice immediately follows while she tries to impale herself on Wolfy's huge sword.

You're both inside my mind, so shut up!

Anyway…

Brett calmly turns around and points his spear at me again. It seems like I won't be able to overpower him with just my superior dragonkin constitution.

I don't dismiss my wings, but instead, I just fold them so that they remain ready to be used again.

Then he smiles confidently and suggests, "I see that you're as hardy as I am, so are you sure that spears will be the best weapon of choice here?"

Yeah… no point in using these.

I snort and nod. "You're right, let's switch to war hammers."

We turn to the men, who scramble to hand us our new weapons. I even take off my bastard sword from my waist since it'll be useless here.

Wolfy's annoyingly smug voice distracts me again, "See? She's back to normal already."

Shut up!

Once we've both assumed our stances again, I immediately advance. Unlike with swords and spears, we need to put more strength into our attacks, but skill levels are still the most important factor in a duel, and it seems he has more skills that are compatible with war hammers than I do.

His hammer hits my arm, shattering my precious emerald scales like glass, which cost me stamina and mana to regrow, then the spike of his hammer impacts my gut, and though it doesn't penetrate my skin, it still breaks more scales and bruises my muscles.

It's clear to me that just my [Polearm Use] alone won't be enough to win against him.

"Wolfy, give me [Electric Magic]!" I demand through [Bind], then I give Brett a warning because I think it'd be fair, "I'M ALSO A DAMN MAGIC WARRIOR!"

"What…?!" He grunts in surprise and takes a step back, giving me the perfect opening to use [Ghost Lights] on him. "Hngh!" He grunts in pain as he closes his seemingly still sensitive eyes.

His guard is left wide open, so I sink my hammer into his thigh, and the skin bends inwards as if he was actually made of steel, then I cast [Lighting Bolt], and he grunts again in pain, stunned by the spell.

This time, I strike right at the center of his chest, using [Draconic Body] to increase my "Strength," and it caves in with an amazingly loud crunch.

But then his demeanor instantly shifts.

"RAAAAAAH!" He roars, and his whole body turns black, even his hair, then he suddenly opens his eyes wide, and I can see that they've also darkened.

He turns to me and growls, his face showing a blend of emotions that I know very well: anger and desperation, the sign of a man retreating into their own mind and allowing their baser instincts to take control.

He immediately jumps towards me and swings his hammer, but it's too crude of an attack, and I easily dodge it with a small burst of speed from my wings. He's enraged and lashing out wildly, but that's just a shameful display for a warrior, like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.

His attacks are too sloppy, so my [Dodge] is enough to trump his skills with the hammer, but I'm still having difficulty finding the proper moment to strike back.

I cast [Lightning Bolt] repeatedly, and he resists the first few spells, but his muscles eventually lock up, and he stops moving.

I swing at his knee with all my strength, but this time, it barely makes a dent.

F-cking indestructible, indeed.

There's a pole nearby displaying our flag, which is exactly what I need right now, so I apologize to Wolfy and rip the flag along with the rope off the pole, then I fly back to the raging Brett.

I cast [Mesmerizing Butterflies], distracting him as he chases after me, then I simply trip him, and he crashes heavily onto the floor like a huge slab of metal.

Now that his back is open, I wrap the flag around his head and begin tying his arms together with the rope while I repeatedly cast [Lightning Bolt] on his back to keep him stunned, but he still continues to struggle.

"DO YOU SURRENDER?!" I shout at him, but he only screams louder, so I tighten the rope and finish restraining him.

He's not responding, so I just wait while I remain on top of him, but the sight of him struggling like a castrated orc must be haunting. The men seem worried and fearful, so maybe this wasn't the best place to do this, but Ciel hasn't complained, so I guess it'll be fine.

After a full minute of struggling, his rage starts to die down. Then he recovers his sanity and finally recognizes his situation.

"I s-surrender!" He shouts hoarsely, then I undo the restraints and remove the flag, but he remains on the ground, shivering from shock, and silence falls as even the referee is too stunned to announce the end of the fight.

Ciel slowly walks up to us, giving him enough time to at least get back on his knees.

She stops before him, and he raises his head to look at her, but he only has a blank expression to give her. "I'm sorry…" He mumbles an apology for some reason.

"There's nothing to apologize for," she gently replies, then touches his head and casts [Heal]. His body is instantly restored back to full health, then he finally stops using his Gift, and his skin returns to normal. "Let's go see a priest," she kindly suggests and offers her hand.

Brett slowly nods, then takes it and gets up. She gives him a brief smile that warms my heart like the heat of a summer sun, then she starts walking towards the exit, and he hesitates for a second before following her while avoiding looking at the others in the eye.

Hermann scurries towards me, looking a bit pale. "The hell happened…?" He whispers hurriedly.

"Mental wounds don't heal with magic," I whisper back as I watch them leave.

Intermission end.

Damn, that's heavy.

I watch over the girls while Poosh brushes my hair and another maid buttons my pants.

Ciel will take him to therapy, and I hope it's effective because things might get messy if we tried to use him in the Purification and he became like that.

At least this world has some concept of trauma and PTSD, but there's nothing I can do about it but wait.

I notice that Nono has recovered enough that she's trying to stand, so I offer her my claws to help her up, which she happily takes.

"Thank you, Wolf," she whispers shyly.

But right now, I have more pressing matters to attend to.

I smile kindly at her and guide her back to the room where Petra's been waiting for us.

I'm feeling quite refreshed right now since Roxanne drained the last of my draconic rage. She's also been left completely satisfied with a womb full of my seed, which she plugged with a dildo she got from Osaria, so win-win, I guess, even though Alissa's little prank made the girls a little angry.

The cold, dark-skinned, gorgeous noblewoman silently receives us, but the way her stern expression twitches and trembles shows that she's a bit off-balance, which is just so satisfying to me.

"Alright, let's begin."