My eyelids felt heavy. I tried to shake off the drowsiness clinging to me, but it wasn’t easy.
My body felt strangely heavy, and even breathing was uncomfortable.
With a body reduced to rags, I barely came to my senses and let out a weak, sickly sound.
Then, hot body heat wrapped around me from behind.
"Ceryl, you’re awake?"
The familiar gentle voice put me at ease. It was so reassuring I almost fell back asleep.
Still lying on my side, I rubbed my face into the pillow. Since Varen seemed fine too, I tried to go back to sleep.
But Varen forced my head to turn. And through my sleepy, opening-and-closing lips, he pushed his tongue in.
"Mmh... mm...."
Dragon saliva flowed into my mouth.
I hadn’t even realized I was thirsty, but suddenly I could feel my throat cracking dry.
I sucked desperately at Varen’s tongue, and the burning thirst was soothed at once.
After waking me with a kiss, Varen untangled our tongues and gave a few light smacking kisses.
"Get up now. How long are you going to sleep?"
"Ah... get up... mmh...."
But something was strange. Even though I was lying still, it felt like I was getting motion sickness.
I turned my head back to face forward, undoing the angle Varen had forced.
I blinked several times at the unfamiliar scenery before I realized this was Varen’s room.
My brain, starting up slowly, crawled back through my memories.
Ah, right. He said his rut had come. And he said he actually had a fiancée.
I went to persuade him... and he stabbed his thigh....
"Ah, Varen... stay still... for a second."
"No. You fell asleep, so I was doing it alone."
"Haah... hk, I’m dizzy...."
My thoughts weren’t even organized yet, and the way my body kept rocking made my head swim.
I closed my swollen eyes and reached a hand behind me. I meant to push away Varen, who was pressed flush against me, but my palm met hard abs.
The odd sensation made me frown.
Why is he naked?
"...Hey, you! This— you’re not taking it out?!"
"Ah, Ceryl... don’t squeeze me the moment you wake up."
The memories from last night flooded in like a wave, and my whole body went hot in an instant.
I’d said I’d help Varen through his rut, but the last image I had was of me clinging to him and crying.
That alone was humiliating, but down below—still stretched tight—Varen’s was moving in and out.
I clenched the pillowcase I could see in front of me.
This lunatic. I get that it’s rut, but doing this to someone who’s asleep?
I wanted to scream at him, but what came out of my throat was only unfamiliar sounds.
"Hah— hey... ah, mmh, take it out...!"
I twisted, trying to get out of Varen’s arms, but he wrapped both arms around me even tighter.
Worse, the slow movement gradually picked up speed.
And then, between where our bodies joined, there was a wet, slapping sound—God knew what it was soaked with.
"It’s not even over once yet. Why are you telling me to pull out?"
"Hk, once— ngh... you already came!"
"And you kept sleeping the whole time... haah... I didn’t even put it all the way in."
The shameless voice rang in my ear.
When I ground my teeth and turned my head away, Varen immediately kissed me.
At the same time, he pinched one nipple with one hand and lifted one of my legs with the other.
With my leg raised, he pressed his hips in deeper between my spread thighs.
"Hk, hhng, ngh...."
The stimulation from every direction turned me into a flood of tears the moment I opened my eyes.
Maybe he’d kept thrusting while I slept—my lower body, used to it to the point of familiarity, swallowed the burden without any pain at all.
Not only did it not hurt—my belly tingled, and the urge to come rose.
I tapped Varen’s forearm that was hugging me, meaning let me go.
"Pha... hk, ahh, ah! Stop, ugh...."
The moment Varen pulled his lips away, he buried his face into the back of my neck.
Drawing in my scent deeply, he bit at the sensitive spot with slow, grinding chews.
Then he hiked my leg higher and kneaded my swollen sex.
The place that was already overheated trembled the instant Varen’s hand touched it. But it wasn’t the same sensation as the urge to come.
My whole body went stiff, my head tipping back on its own. With the back of my skull resting against Varen’s chest, I couldn’t even breathe.
Varen laughed low and bit my ear.
"Ceryl, weird stuff is coming out of you now. You kept coming even while you slept."
"Hk, no, ahhk! There— ngh...!"
"Hoo... okay."
Saying “okay,” Varen sat up and flipped me from lying on my side to fully face-down.
With my face shoved into a soft pillow, I couldn’t resist at all.
All I could do was brace for what was coming, rolling up the pillowcase in my fists with a chilling, nameless premonition.
"Here... was it here. Your erogenous zone."
Using the obscene word he’d learned from me, Varen grabbed my pelvis and lifted.
My face sank deeper into the pillow and only my hips rose, but there was no time to feel embarrassed.
Varen shoved himself in to the root in one thrust, then yanked out fast, scraping my inner walls as he withdrew.
The changed angle canceled out whatever little I’d adapted to. The new pleasure ripped out only screams.
"Mmhn, ngh!"
"Hoo... good. I was right. Found it in one try."
Right about what. There wasn’t even time to argue.
I couldn’t even tell if what he was ramming into me was really a sex organ—it felt like he was smashing my belly with a hammer.
Still half-asleep, my body was vulnerable to sensation, and under what Varen was doing to me, I couldn’t think of anything.
"Hah, ahhk, g-good! Hah, ahh...!"
In time with the thud, thud of his pounding, the syllables coming out of my mouth broke apart.
Varen tightened his grip like he meant to crush my hips and sped up.
"It feels like the rut came to you."
Lightning-like pleasure tormented me viciously. My whole body shook, my toes curling tight over and over.
"Ugh, ngh... Ceryl...."
Once again, heat spread from inside.
A dragon’s dense force—too much for a human body to endure—crashed over me.
Unable to escape those hands, I surrendered my body to them and blacked out.
***
I couldn’t feel the passage of time.
Varen’s room was dark, and the only light was the Lightstone that glowed faintly, twenty-four {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} hours a day.
Whether the sun was up or the moon was up—whether it was night or day—I couldn’t tell anything.
"Ugh... ughh...."
Whenever I opened my eyes in the middle of sleep, my body was moving without fail. If I barely lifted my dizzy head, I’d see Varen’s face soaked in heat.
Sometimes I was under Varen, and at some point I was on top.
Sometimes I was even dangling in midair, carried like luggage in both his arms. In those moments, all I could see were my feet swinging helplessly.
When I managed to come to, Varen came at me roughly. Now it was like words such as slowly and gently didn’t exist in his head—he drove me hard.
Every time I hit my limit, I usually lost consciousness again.
"Ceryl... I love you. Ceryl Aylos, I love you...."
Through the hazy gaps in my awareness, the one thing I remembered clearly was that hot confession.
Everything else felt like a dream, but Varen’s aching voice carved itself into me with sharp clarity.
How long did it go on like that?
The last thing I saw when I opened my eyes was shimmering silver reflected under moonlight.
"You’re awake?"
As always, Varen was holding me from behind.
Kissing my wet hair with little smacks, he scooped warm water in his hands and poured it over my shoulders.
Slowly, I regained a sense of reality. Then I furrowed my brow at the unfamiliar scene in my vision.
"...Where are we?"
My voice came out cracked, like it had been scraped by sandpaper.
Varen immediately reached for a nearby cup of water and brought it to my lips.
I’d been drinking nothing but dragon saliva—lukewarm and sweet. This was clear, cool water, the first in what felt like forever.
I finished the large cup in one go and let out a long sigh.
"Puha... I’m alive...."
Then Varen giggled and kissed my cheek.
"Now you really look like you’re back in your right mind. This is my bathroom."
At the word “bathroom,” I looked around again.
There were several trees with thick leaves around us, and above my head I could see a huge full moon.
I was soaking in warm water, sure—but this was less a bathtub and more like an outdoor hot spring.
Noticing my concern, Varen tightened the arm around me slightly.
"It’s connected to my room. No one comes here, so don’t worry. Only those I allow can enter."
"Ah... yeah?"
"There’s no way I’d let other bastards see your body."
Only then did I check myself.
Since I was in the bath, I was completely naked—without a single thread on me. Now that I looked, there were dozens of red bruises across my arms, chest, and thighs.
I knew he’d been biting here and there, but it was absurd to see he’d chewed up my whole body like a dog treat.
At least one thing was a relief: I wasn’t trapped on Varen’s sex anymore. Even if a hard rod was still stuck to my ass.
When I shot him a look and turned back, I was met with Varen’s face—much more relaxed. Seeing that, I couldn’t bring myself to get truly angry.
All I could manage was a scolding, reproachful jab.
"Hey. I said one time. You really don’t listen."
"It was one time."
"Don’t be ridiculous. Just what I remember—"
"If I didn’t pull out, it’s one time."
The infuriatingly confident answer made my insides twist, and I sat up and turned to face him.
The emergency was over. Now it was time for some real sex education.
"Did you forget I’m human? You have to consider the other person—how can you push me like that? I kept telling you to stop."
"When did you ever tell me to stop? You said it was good."
"...I did?"
"Yeah. You said that spot was good, and told me to stab harder—mph."
The words made my ears burn just from hearing them, and I clapped a palm over Varen’s mouth.
I should’ve gotten drunk on alcohol, not dragon blood. Then at least the tape in my head would’ve snapped.
With the scene that had just flashed through my mind, I had nothing to say even if I had ten mouths.
