“Ceryl... Ceryl Aylos....”
A wet voice kept calling my name now and then. It was so aching that just hearing it made my chest twinge.
Varen’s breathing was still rough, but he held back the snorts from his nose and kissed me carefully. Smack, smack—the ear-tickling sounds rang through the bedroom.
“Ugh... Varen, that tickles....”
I’d asked him to go gently, and now I couldn’t keep my face in order.
When he came at me like fire, my mind had gone blissfully blank. The affection-soaked touches brought my reason back.
I’d sprawled on the bed telling him to devour me, and yet rolling around sober on a bed with Varen was unbearably awkward.
...I’d rather be drunk.
I never even liked alcohol, but suddenly I wanted it badly. If I got disgracefully drunk, I could pass this off as a bit of fooling around.
At my low mutter to myself, Varen met my eyes.
“Ceryl, you want to get drunk?”
I hadn’t thought there’d be alcohol—so it was the one welcome thing I’d heard.
I lifted my upper body a little, hope creeping in, and asked:
“Do you have something to drink?”
“...Yeah, I do.”
Fitting for a Dravergh prince, it seemed he had liquor in his room.
Only belatedly did I look around Varen’s room.
It was about three times the reception suite I’d stayed in, and extravagantly so.
Lightstone studs here and there shed a soft glow, and a silk canopy hung from the ceiling.
The space itself was field-wide, but the furniture matched it in scale, each piece taking up a large footprint. Maybe because of that, it felt quite cozy for the square footage.
Most of all, the bed I was only now really seeing was the size of about four king mattresses pushed together.
Varen just watched me take in his room with curious eyes. At that steady, sticky gaze, I cleared my throat for no reason.
“Hrm, well, give me some then. I think it’d be better if I got drunk.”
What did dragon royalty drink? A harsh wine? Or whiskey? Maybe something I’d never seen.
Whatever it was didn’t matter—as long as I could drink and get drunk.
But Varen showed no sign of getting up. He only wore a strange expression as he straddled me.
“Varen, what are you doing?”
Crack. A tearing sound I’d never heard before.
I frowned up at him, and Varen pressed his mouth to mine again. The long tongue now slid in as if it belonged.
“Mm...?”
I opened my mouth and rounded my eyes. In the sweet dragon saliva was mixed a metallic tang.
I grimaced at the unpleasant blood smell and pushed at him, but he only gripped my jaw and forced my mouth wider.
The liquid slid down my throat before I could do anything. Only after it passed my gullet a few times did Varen lift his lips.
My clogged breath finally broke free. Panting, I wiped at my mouth.
“Phaa... You bastard, seriously....”
“Did you swallow all of it?”
“Like I had a choice? You shoved it that deep...”
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Out of nowhere, my heart rate started to climb.
I stopped mid-sentence and pressed a startled hand to my chest.
“...Huh?”
Something was wrong. A sudden physical shift was happening inside me.
My heart thundered like mad, and it felt like my blood was running backward. At the same time my guts heaved and a tingle shot through my lower belly.
What was this. I’d never seen or heard of such a symptom, and it scared me.
“What... is this...?”
“Rut-dragon blood is perfect for getting a human drunk.”
Rut-dragon blood.
With that line, a page from the original flashed by.
The reason greedy merchants had knocked on Belzena’s door endlessly.
【Rut-dragon blood was traded as the finest aphrodisiac. Because of it, it never failed to appear at nobles’ lavish parties. The effect was so strong that a single drop in a large bottle could give ten people a night of frenzy.】
“...How... much did I drink?”
I was dazed with shock, and Varen only gave my lips a deep lick.
“Who knows. Three swallows or so?”
Already my whole body was shaking.
I wanted to grab the culprit by the collar for making me swallow undiluted concentrate.
But instead I had to grab my own clothes.
“Hey—hey... I feel... weird....”
“You said you wanted to get drunk.”
“A—ahh... wait, ngh... why is this...”
A sweet ache spread in my lower belly—and with no stimulation at all my sex swelled.
Calling it an erection didn’t cover it. It felt like if I touched it, it would pop.
With only a thin layer of fabric in front, the upright outline showed cleanly.
I wanted to strip my lower clothes off right now, but I couldn’t lay a finger on my own body.
“Va—Varen... why am I... ahh, ngh....”
Groaning, I clawed at the bed sheet.
Varen only watched me. The eyes that had sizzled with heat now seemed to shine with rapture.
At that gaze, tears I’d held back so well surged up.
Since coming to this world, every day had been survival with no room for anything else. I hadn’t had the leisure for sexual desire.
In Ceryl’s body, the feeling of release was rushing me for the first time. If I relaxed, I felt like I’d blow, and I couldn’t even breathe freely.
I’d lain down to help Varen’s rut. The original purpose had long since burned white away.
My whole body trembled as I held back the need to come.
“H—hey... do... something... about it....”
As if that were a starting gun, Varen shoved me down rough and climbed over me.
Our lips meshed again and the metallic liquid left in his mouth flowed into me.
Then what I’d barely held burst out. My not-yet-shed lower clothes soaked through.
“Hhh... ngh....”
Through air heavy with heat, a faint smell of semen mixed.
When Varen slowly drew back, a silver thread stretched between our lips and snapped.
A voice thick with arousal spoke low.
“As you said—better to be drunk.”
After one release, my body had already gone slack with early fatigue. I blinked slow at the ceiling.
Varen’s big hands easily undid the clothes he’d put on me. He pulled the front ribbon loose and the soft fabric slid off.
He set his mouth to my bared torso. First my neck, then my collarbones and shoulders.
He didn’t use teeth to bite; he sucked skin in with the soft inner parts of his lips. On °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° places already wet, he slid his tongue upward.
Just a moment ago it had been nothing but embarrassing and awkward; now, everywhere Varen touched stung like needles.
“Haa... Ceryl, your body is sweet.”
Sweet, my body. If anything, it ought to be salty.
But I couldn’t answer and only stared at Varen with dazed eyes. Then, when the slick tongue brushed a nipple, I flinched.
A body part I’d hardly noticed my whole life itched. With weak hands I pushed at Varen’s shoulder.
“Don’t... lick there... it’s weird....”
“Why? Haa... when I lick here, a sweet scent comes up.”
“What are you... ah, I said don’t lick...”
I scowled at him from under knit brows, and Varen chuckled low and sucked the nipple once more.
Even that small nip sent my whole body floating, and I burned with shame. I raised both arms to cover my face and hide the wrecked expression.
Varen straightened and climbed higher. So I couldn’t cover my face, he pinned both my wrists above my head in one hand.
That signature piercing gaze bore straight down on me.
“Don’t hide.”
“Hhh... I can’t... do this....”
We hadn’t even started anything worth calling an act, and I couldn’t hold out any longer.
The weight of his body pressing mine alone sent waves of release surging. But no matter how I tried to hold it back, Varen didn’t help.
Without my noticing, tears ran in lines from the corners of my eyes. Varen even licked those away with care.
“It’s okay, Ceryl. You’re drunk, so it won’t hurt.”
“N... no, it’s not okay....”
“I won’t hurt you. Even if I do, it’ll heal right away.”
Through the dizziness, Varen’s words pushed in.
I opened my mouth to ask what he meant—but his tongue drove in at once and I couldn’t finish.
Even with my arms bound, a dragon’s saliva was sweet. It made my already-drugged head even foggier.
Only for a moment—then thick fingers pressed the little bud that jutted up and circled. Everywhere he touched burned from the heat of a dragon in rut, his fingers included.
“Haa... ah....”
With our mouths sealed tight, I felt Varen’s breathing get gradually quicker. I’d thought he’d calmed, but just handling my body was reigniting him.
I twisted my body, trying to get away from the persistent fingers, but the hands clamped to my chest wouldn’t lift.
If anything, he made a show of it, pinching my nipples between two fingers. He tightened down and twisted, then tugged and shook.
“Ugh! Nn....”
Between the tickles, a sensation I’d never felt crept up. He was touching my chest, but somehow my hips lifted.
Trapped between his legs, I scrabbled at the bed with both feet like I was trying to shove it away.
“Mm—mmh, Varen... hah....”
Varen lifted his mouth for a moment and looked down at me with darkened eyes.
Drunk as I was on dragon blood, all that came out of me were words that hadn’t passed through reason.
“If you touch there... I—I’ll come again... stop...”
“Haa... you really...”
For some reason, Varen grimaced and pushed himself upright.
My arms finally found freedom, but my whole body was so numb it wouldn’t move the way I wanted.
I kept my arms up where they’d been held, and Varen rumbled a growl.
“Ceryl, I’m trying to go slow.”
