The overwhelming sensations brought on by the double dragon marks shattered their self-control entirely.
No matter what method they tried, no matter what position, it wasn’t enough to quench their desire for each other.
Once wasn’t enough.
Twice wasn’t enough.
Three times wasn’t enough.
More... They needed more.
Even when the sheets were soaked through, even as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, even when their bodies were utterly exhausted...
They still wanted one more.
It wasn’t just the dragon marks; it was more like an addictive drug.
Once it touched you, there was no going back.
Rosvisser lay with her eyes closed, lips parted slightly, but she couldn’t make a sound.
She was utterly spent. Her body had already reached the limits of exhaustion two hours ago.
Yet, she continued to accept Leon, pushing her dragon queen's body further, surrendering to every attack from the dragon slayer.
Another wild, sinful frenzy, and the couple had lost count of how many times it had been.
A feeling of fullness overwhelmed her. Rosvisser clamped her legs together, lying on her side as her body trembled uncontrollably in light spasms.
“Leon... I'm so tired.”
Leon lay beside her, reaching out to brush the damp strands of her hair aside.
“Let’s stop here, Rosvisser... This is too much.”
Rosvisser gave a weary smile. “You said that three hours ago, but the moment I touched you, you... pounced again.”
Leon chuckled wryly. “Then don’t touch me.”
The queen, overwhelmed by fatigue, let out a soft laugh and gently rested her forehead against Leon's broad shoulder. That always made her feel safe after such exhaustion.
“How can I not touch you, idiot?”
There were only two occasions when Rosvisser would speak her true feelings.
One was when she was drunk.
The other was when she had finished her “work” and her mind wasn’t fully clear, craving rest in Leon’s arms.
Now was one of those times.
She draped her pale, delicate arm across the chest of the man beside her, her warm palm caressing the dragon mark on his chest.
The glow of the dragon marks was finally beginning to fade.
Looking at the dragon mark on his arm, it too had calmed down.
Rosvisser sighed in relief. “Finally... it’s over.”
No matter how strong the reaction from the dragon marks, they were still bound by the couple’s physical limitations.
If they pushed any further, they’d be walking around holding onto the walls for support.
Seeing the dragon marks’ reactions subside, Leon also raised his hand, gently placing it on Rosvisser’s slightly cool hand.
After a moment of silence, Leon suddenly asked, “By the way, now that the dragon marks are so sensitive, will they affect our daily lives? Or worse, if they activate during a fight, it could be dangerous.”
It was a valid concern.
Imagine if Leon was fighting some fearless dragon lord and suddenly, his wife back at home got worried about him, and then—
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Boom! Dragon mark activated!
The enemy dragon lord would see General Leon’s chest and arm glowing with purple light, thinking he was about to unleash some ultimate attack.
But no... General Leon just wanted to cuddle with his wife.
The opposing dragon lord: “Excuse me, can you show some respect here?”
This would be beyond ridiculous!
Rosvisser shook her head. “No, it won’t. Whether or not the dragon marks resonate depends a lot on our conscious thoughts.”
“Conscious thoughts?”
“Mhm. Like what you just mentioned, worrying about the marks during a fight? That’s simply not going to happen.”
Rosvisser explained, “While fighting, of course, you may worry or think about your partner, but it’s entirely different from the idle thoughts you have when relaxed. It’s not the dragon marks that differentiate those feelings, but us.”
She gently pulled her hand away, slowly moving it upward until it rested on Leon’s neck, lightly tracing his strong jawline with her fingers.
“You’re not thinking about taking me out on a date in the middle of a battle, are you?”
General Leon pondered seriously for a moment before answering with an earnest tone, “It’s hard to say. Since most of the dragon lords I’ve fought are weaklings, I might just think of you in the middle of a fight.”
Rosvisser playfully slapped his arm, laughing, “What do you mean all the dragon lords you’ve fought are weaklings? Am I one of those weaklings too?”
“No, no, no, you’re definitely not weak. After all, I’ve never fought a dragon lord until dawn before.”
“Ugh, you’re awful!”
Rosvisser pulled her hand back, shifting to the other side of the bed, deliberately creating some distance between them.
Leon didn’t follow her.
The two of them simply lay there, staring up at the ceiling.
After a while, Rosvisser said, “Judging by the intensity of the resonance earlier, there’s no issue with the second dragon mark. So, we can use it to store more magic.”
“Yeah.”
The second dragon mark wasn’t meant just for more intense “assignments” (though, admittedly, that may have been a slight motivation). Its primary purpose was to make them stronger.
The more magic they had, the more spells they could cast during battles.
“But... this still isn’t enough,” Rosvisser said.
“Simply increasing our magic reserves won’t be enough to turn the tide of battle. I need... another way to strengthen myself.”
Leon looked at her and said, “You’re a Silver Dragon, focused on speed, fundamentally different from dragons like Konstantin and Star, who focus on offense. Forcing yourself to increase your strength might come with unpredictable risks, don’t you think?”
Rosvisser nodded. “There are risks, but I don’t want to...”
She trailed off, hesitating whether to continue.
“Don’t want to?”
Rosvisser closed her eyes, her lips curling into a faint smile. She slowly turned her head, opening her beautiful silver eyes to look at the man beside her.
“I don’t want to always hide behind you. I want to stand beside you, Leon.”
Leon’s pupils contracted slightly as he met her gaze. “When we fought Star, didn’t we fight side by side? You’re already strong, Rosvisser.”
“We may have fought together, but breaking through his absolute defense, Dusk Bell, and neutralizing his final explosion... those were all thanks to you.”
Rosvisser smiled bitterly, her voice tinged with self-deprecation. “A prisoner outshone the queen—how embarrassing is that for me?”
“That’s nonsense, silly.”
Leon gently caressed her cheek, speaking softly. “Without your timely intervention, I wouldn’t have walked away from Star’s explosion unscathed. I would’ve at least been injured.”
“Oh, so my role is just to make sure you get fewer injuries?”
“Well, that’s not what I said, Your Majesty. That’s something you made up on your own.”
Rosvisser playfully slapped his arm, then lay back down.
“I’ve actually thought of a way,” she said.
Leon sighed inwardly. Of course, his wife was stubborn—once she decided on something, not even eight dragons could pull her back.
But he was still willing to listen. “What is it?”
“Have you ever heard of... ‘Primordial Magic’?”