In the vast hall of the temple, soft, intoxicating sounds of passion echoed.
A bottle of red wine lay tipped over on the steps, its contents spilling out, cascading down the stairs.
On the throne, two bodies were entwined in a passionate embrace.
Leon now understood why Rosvisser had ordered the throne to be rebuilt so spaciously.
Not only was it wide, but it could also accommodate two people and support a variety of intimate positions.
She hadn’t become complacent;
She had become enlightened.
“Is this why you had me wait for you here tonight? For this?” Leon teased.
Rosvisser's eyes were half-closed, her face flushed with a deep blush, wearing a contented smile.
She rested her head on the armrest of the throne, her body swaying gently in rhythm, her tail lazily moving behind her.
In a soft voice, she replied, “I told you before... we... we were bound to do this here someday.”
The alcohol had heightened her sensitivity, making it difficult for her to even complete a sentence.
Rosvisser slowly opened her eyes. With her head resting on the armrest, she saw the grand hall of the temple reflected upside down in her gaze.
The temple was vast, luxurious, and completely empty.
But the love between her and Leon filled the space, as if their bond was so intense it occupied the entire hall.
The tiled walls reflected her face, her silver hair disheveled, her eyes dazed—
The once lofty queen, indulging in pleasure on her own throne with a human—it was a sight she found both loathsome and intoxicating.
Yet Rosvisser reveled in this self-loathing.
Though she had once prided herself on her cleanliness, she now let Leon kiss every inch of her body.
Though she was a workaholic, she had designed the throne not for business but for a more enjoyable use with her "fake" husband.
Though she once believed herself to be emotionally cold and detached, she had fallen in love with a man she never should have.
In public, she was the cold, aloof queen; in private, she was a wife who fully embraced the pleasures of intimacy.
She found herself trapped in the shame and disgust of her contradictions, unable to escape.
Once again, Leon's rough hand closed around her neck.
Rosvisser smiled. “Try squeezing me again, Leon.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the grip on her neck tightened slightly.
“I just did. What now?” Leon’s voice was low and deep.
Rosvisser’s fingers brushed over his wrist, her lips grazing his fingertips. “This is rebellion, prisoner.”
“Is that so, Your Majesty? I’ve got a lot more rebellion in store. Care to try it?”
“Go ahead then, show me—”
Her dragon eyes turned hazy white, her blush deepened, but she stubbornly continued her "duel" with Leon.
“Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Rosvisser had a bit of a submissive streak.
Just a little.
And Leon knew exactly how much of that "little" to use.
He always ensured that she was satisfied without truly hurting or humiliating her.
In a relationship, playing with each other’s limits is normal;
But every game is built on mutual respect.
First and foremost, Rosvisser was Leon’s wife, and only after that, his partner in their playful power games.
After Leon’s relentless “offensive,” the couple completed their first round of passion on the newly renovated throne.
Rosvisser’s slender arms hung weakly over the armrest of the throne.
She smiled tiredly, eyes closed, savoring the lingering sensation of pleasure.
Her hand accidentally brushed against the cool tiles of the floor, which brought her back to her senses just a bit.
She raised her gaze to Leon, who was resting beside her.
Rosvisser grabbed her discarded dress from the floor, loosely draped it over her body, and stood up, walking barefoot down the steps of the throne.
Her neck was covered in kiss marks, her delicate back dotted with red marks as well.
Her silver hair hung loosely down to her waist.
Seeing her dress herself, Leon silently pulled on his pants, leaving his upper body bare.
In the quiet hall, the Silver Dragon Queen stood at the top of the steps, her back to the half-naked man seated on the throne.
“Leon.”
“Hmm?”
“Simply promoting live births won’t be enough to truly strengthen the Silver Dragon tribe.”
Rosvisser spoke softly, “As queen, I also need to become stronger in order to better protect my people. Do you understand?”
“Yeah, I understand. So, what do you plan to do?”
“Do you remember a few days ago when I told you that you needed to store more magic power?”
Leon nodded. “I remember. But didn’t you say your body hadn’t fully recovered yet, so you couldn’t use that method right now?”
Rosvisser turned around, spreading her arms. “I’ve recovered now. We can use it. Want to hear the details?”
“Sure, tell me.”
“This method isn’t too complicated. In fact, it was inspired by you.”
Leon raised an eyebrow. “Inspired by me?”
“Mm-hmm. When you found that your body couldn’t store magic power, you began using your dragon mark as a storage organ, channeling magic into it for later use.”
Rosvisser continued, “But there’s a limit to how much a dragon mark can store. It’s enough to keep you powered up for about ten minutes, right?”
“Yeah. Taking down those six Dragon Kings was my limit, and that was only with the support of the Nine Hells Gate.”
Leon added, “If it weren’t for the Nine Hells Gate, we probably would’ve been in real danger that day.”
“You could say that. But, in the end, the skills you’ve learned are yours. As long as you can defeat your enemies, that’s what matters.”
Leon smiled. “True. Go on.”
“So, my idea is this: if one dragon mark can store enough magic for ten minutes of full power, what if you had two dragon marks? Wouldn’t that double your combat time and strength?”
Hearing this, Leon’s eyes lit up, a glimmer of excitement crossing his face.
“Two dragon marks? I thought you could only have one.”
“Who said that? Dragon marks are essentially magic arrays. You can have as many as you want.”
Rosvisser paused, biting her lip as if conflicted about what to say next.
“But...”
“But?”
“But the more dragon marks you have, the more intense the... sensations they produce. Do you remember a long time ago, when I placed a dragon mark on your *Black Gold War Carriage*, and forced you to wear it when we... did it?”
Leon thought back.
Yeah, that had been a long time ago.
Rosvisser had taken him to her private treasure vault in the back of the mountain, and it was there that he had worn the *Black Gold War Carriage* for the first time in two years.
But to his surprise, the grooves of that armor had been... well, thoroughly marked by the female dragon.
Leon had spent over an hour in bliss, overwhelmed by the dual dragon marks.
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And that time, it had nearly killed him.
Even just recalling it now sent a chill down his spine.
“Yeah... I remember.”
“That level of sensation was just from an external dragon mark. If you had a second dragon mark on your body, the intensity would be much greater.”
Rosvisser explained, “But theoretically, the magic storage would double as well.”
“True... but that’s just a way for me to get stronger, right? Didn’t you say you also wanted to become stronger?” Leon asked.
Rosvisser nodded. “Exactly. That’s why... I’m going to have a second dragon mark placed on my body too, just like you. I’ll use it to store more magic power.”
Leon scratched his head. “That does sound simple enough. But if dragon marks are really that useful, won’t others be able to do the same thing as us? Wouldn’t that mean we don’t have much of an advantage?”
Rosvisser smiled faintly, clasping her hands behind her back as she slowly approached.
She leaned forward slightly, her dress slipping down to reveal the pale skin of her chest and the dragon mark etched there.
She took Leon’s hand and gently placed it on her chest.
“For most dragons, dragon marks are shackles. They are symbols of restraint, the shackles of pure love, the chains of loyalty.”
“Because in a lifespan that spans centuries, who can guarantee they will love only one person?”
“But we...”
“You and I, Leon, we will... be together, forever. Isn’t that right?”