Stewards & Dragons

by PR0F.GMK

The Stewards of the Divine Dragon have many important responsibilities. Some more intimate than others.

3. Love

*Snap!

"Hmm! Hm~ Hmm!"

Clanne hummed as he plucked another fresh pepper off a tree in the Somniel's garden, its ripe texture giving him a satisfied smile before excitement began to swell within him at the possible dishes he could make with them. However, the thought of future meals caused his smile to drop knowing he wouldn't be sharing them with anyone anytime soon.

Vander was currently on a well-deserved - and somewhat forced - vacation with his family. At the same time, his sister accompanied the Divine Dragon to Brodia for a diplomatic visit during one of their tournaments. While he would've liked to visit Brodia with them - especially to catch up with Citrinne - the young, gray-haired man felt it best to stay here should something urgent occur within Lythos or another kingdom.

He'd insisted as much upon volunteering for the duty even when Vander attempted to postpone his leave so the twins could stay together with Alear. Regardless, he'd stayed firm, seeing the trio off and leaving him as the sole steward, which meant it was also his job to attend to the Somniel. It was just him, with only the guardian's occasional appearance and the animals his liege had adopted keeping him company.

Nonetheless, while he'd admit it was slightly lonely, it wasn't to the degree he feared. Still, it would've been nice to share a meal with some familiar faces, and as he looked at the basket of peppers, one face stood out in his mind, particularly due to their role in helping him grow so fond of the fruit.

"Maybe I'll pickle a few extra for Veyle's next visit," He mused aloud as his thoughts briefly turned to the Fell dragon whom he believed to be in Elusia attempting to make amends.

Little could he expect she'd be much closer.

"Oh! That sounds delicious!"

"Whoa!?"

Clanne gasped as his body jumped from the sudden voice, the fruit bucket almost slipping from his grasp as he turned to find none other than the Divine One's sister standing by the garden's entrance. "Veyle!?"

She appeared mildly surprised by his reaction. "Sorry, did I scare you?" She apologized with a tad guilty expression opposite to the cheerful voice she'd spooked him with.

A tinge of regret instantly shot through the steward's heart at her disheartened face, especially since he would've normally greeted her with a joyful, excited embrace, his conflicted feelings prompting a flustered response. "K-Kinda! Just mostly surprised!" He expressed, speaking honestly in an attempt to reassure her it wasn't anything bad.

"Oh, that's good," She replied, letting out a small, relieved sigh while her expression softened while she placed a hand over her chest, offering Clanne a chance to properly take her in.

She appeared no different from when he last - or first - laid eyes on her, a sign of her draconic heritage. She wore her usual feathery, white dress with blue and red swipes that parted in the front, displaying her lithe legs down from her thighs to her bare feet with black ankle cuffs and thinner, golden chains running over them just above. The edges of her gown almost brushed against the ground, similar to her long, flowing gray and black-streaked hair.

Her dress parted for an opening around her chest, revealing parts of the black leotard she wore underneath, its tight fabric hinting at her modest chest along with its halter straps bringing attention to her black-belt choker. Other accessories included her white, elbow-length gloves that left the rest of her slender arms and shoulders exposed and a feathery, blue-striped crown whose split front edges were linked together by a black clip atop her head.

He'd seen her plenty of times before, and never once did his initial thoughts of her appearance change from "cute". Yet in recent times, he found the description of beautiful to become increasingly more fitting. Nevertheless, even as his heart briefly fluttered, it did not stop him from asking, "What are you even doing here by the way? I thought you were busy with reconstruction efforts in Elusia?"

His excitement overshadowed his apparent confusion at her sudden appearance as he walked towards the princess with a bright smile, to which she returned her positive feelings in kind. Oh, they've been going great!" She joyfully assured him before elaborating, "As for why I'm here, well, Ivy, Hortenisa, and Mauvier seemed to be planning on figuring out some way of forcing me to take time off, so I thought it best to do so on my terms. And what better place to come than here?"

Her reasoning was more than enough for Clanne, however, a sudden realization caused his joy to drop as he gave a sympathetic, apologetic reply. " Ohh… Well, unfortunately, both our sisters are currently in Brodia, and Vander's out on a trip as well, so it's just me for now…" He told her, feeling she must've been disappointed with only his presence when Alear would've likely been her priority.

Except Veyle surprised him by unexpectedly revealing, "But you're the reason I came in the first place?" She looked at him with a curious expression, wondering why he'd feel sorry and throwing the steward for a loop. Only for her expression to turn dejected as she added, "Unless…you didn't want to see me?"

Clanne's eyes widened. "N-No! Of course not!" He flusteredly assured, becoming almost distressed she even assumed that was how he felt as he tried to explain his thoughts. "I-"

"Fufufu~"

Her proceeding giggle cut the steward off, leaving him to blink in confusion as her face morphed into amusement.

"...You've…Gotten a lot better at teasing, Huh~ " He sighed, shoulders slumped with a small smile as he realized he'd been had.

" Hehe~ Thank Ivy and Hortensia! Those two are pretty adorable together!"

Silence reigned over them for a few moments afterward, with Veyle able to relax in it more easily than Clanne, who was still coming to terms with what she said earlier as he bashfully asked, "S-So, you came to see me?"

"Of course!" Gradlon's princess stated without hesitation, reaffirming her claim with a voice so cheerful and smile so bright to make Clanne's heart skip a beat as she added, "It would've been wonderful to see Big Sister, sure, but as your big sister, I felt it was time to check up on you!"

The steward's cheeks took on a pink shade at the reminder of his suggestion of them acting as siblings, to which the fell dragon had gladly taken to. And though it was a bit embarrassing at times, he felt similar to how she initially did when they started this familiar relationship, strange, but good.

Especially with how it'd taken a turn after the war.

"Hehe~ Come on, you didn't need to do that," Clanne sheepishly attempted to claim, unable to help feeling he wasn't deserving of such attention considering he knew what she normally did with her time.

To which she countered without hesitation. "But I wanted to do so, 'cause I care about you a lot," She told him, taking a step towards her 'younger sibling' with a softer, more vulnerable expression he could not ignore. His proceeding bashful yet genuine smile deepened hers as they shared a silent moment of understanding, leading her to regain a cheerful expression and tone when asking, "So, how have you been?"

"Haha~ " He couldn't resist chuckling at how easily she'd managed to ease his doubts before trying to honestly answer her inquiry, " Huh~ Well, I haven't done much recently, I guess, just mostly keeping myself busy with tasks here on the Somniel. But other than the occasional trip down to the castle to check on things, it's mostly been uneventful. Hehe~"

The steward nervously laughed at the end, still trying not to think about how she thought it'd be best to spend her time with him out of all her other options such as her sister. Then again, he supposed it made some sense considering the activities they'd frequently indulged in together.

The brief recollection of those vivid memories had him rubbing the back of his neck, causing his green ribbon braid to sway while the basket of peppers he held shifted, drawing Veyle's attention.

"I was actually just thinking about how to use some of these for dinner after washing and storing the rest," He admitted to her after noticing her fixated eyes on the ripe, freshly picked fruits. Her expression elicited a light chuckle from the steward who couldn't help comment, "Lucky timing for you, huh? Hehe~"

The gentle girl did not give a vocal response, though her mouth did begin watering in excitement, drawing another chuckle from her 'younger brother' who suggested, "Why don't you get settled in while I prepare dinner?"

There was a newfound excitement in his tone as he thought of which dishes he was capable of creating would best suit her taste. He also wondered if his current jars of spicy pickles had enough stock to last her entire visit which he hoped to be a long one.

Yet as he mused on the possibility, something flashed over Veyle's face, breaking her trance as her attention shifted to him, stunning the steward by suddenly becoming the focus of her wide, purple eyes. Thus, he was taken off-guard when she suddenly closed the distance between them for an embrace.

"Before I forget," She happily muttered, gently resting her head against his broadening chest, enjoying the contact as evident with her small, relieved sigh. "MMhmm~ This is nice~"

It took Clanne a moment before his initially stiff body relaxed enough for him to return the exchange. "Yeah, it is," He agreed, eliciting a small, pleased mewl as she felt his arms wrap around him and prompting her to get more comfortable against him.

The young steward bashfully chuckled, trying not to think too much about her surprisingly curvy body rubbing against him and distracting himself with a joke. " Hehe~ Thought you would've been more eager to get straight to dinner?"

"Oh, I am~" Veyle quickly replied, calmly asserting her anticipation of his cooking before adopting a softer voice when adding, "But I can wait a little longer for dinner after waiting for this even longer."

She snuggled more firmly against him, making it impossible for him to not take in detail the soft sensation of her modest chest flattening against him, allowing him to intimately feel her gently, lulling breathing. Nor could he ignore the impressively subtle yet potent curves as he rested a hand on her waist and the small of her back.

For a few moments, the pair were silent while holding each other, with Value seeming content to bask in the embrace as Clanne was starting to have trouble keeping his blush under control, only for her to suddenly and softly ask, "So it's just us here for now?"

There was a shaky undertone to her voice that almost made her sound meek, fearful perhaps. Knowing what was worrying her, Clanne acted to immediately assure her things were fine. "It's just us for the next two weeks," He told her while tightening their embrace.

His assertive act caused the Gradlon Royal to briefly tense up in shock, though she soon relaxed and melted against him with a satisfied sigh. "Good, I think I'm gonna need them," she told him, her voice sounding so gentle, except underneath was hunger she was struggling to contain, one that wasn't directed at the basket of peppers he held, but instead at the steward himself.

A brief stint of anxiety swelled within Clanne as he knew what hunger entailed, even so, he did not shy away from it as a sense of determination engulfed him as he was determined to indulge Veyle as best he could.

Just as he'd done before.

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*Bang!

"Mhhmm!"

Clanne gasped into Veyle's mouth after she slammed him against the door to his and Framme's room, the pleasure of her hungry lips pressing over him overshadowing whatever pain he'd felt from the impact. Still, it was hard to keep up with her pure, unfettered passion despite his experience, especially after she'd grown increasingly keen on his likes these past few months.

The dragon did her best to smother him with her small body, roughly rubbing her front against his broad chest, prompting him to wrap his arms around her waist while she twined her hands in his hair. The two tightened their embrace, bucking their hips against one another for an increasingly hot and heavy exchange.

The pair indulged in each other with more hunger than whatever they had for dinner, which had been quite an enjoyable meal as they spent most of it catching up with each other. Their usual cheerful, inquisitive, personality ensured a bright mood that never waned as neither grew tired of listening to the other.

It wasn't till the sun began setting did they began cleaning up, with Veyle playfully proclaiming that as the responsible older sibling, she'd wash the dishes. Her stubbornness eventually beat out Clanne's insistence till he felt he had little choice but to oblige. Was this how Framme felt whenever he did something similar to her?

Nevertheless, he did find some joy watching her clean in the casual clothing she'd switched into, humming a small tune with a tap of her slightly heeled shoe while subtly shaking her hips, making her casual skirt sway to her motions. It was a bit entrancing, though it eventually began to fade once he noticed her start struggling with the chore.

He hadn't been able to help chuckling knowing that even after all this time, some common house chores could still give her trouble. Prompting him to make another - more stubborn - attempt to offer his assistance, which she'd reluctantly accepted.

They stood mostly in silence while working together, seemingly content with the other's comforting presence as Clanne focused on washing the dishes and peppers he'd picked earlier while she dried and put them aside. Yet every time their hands brushed over the other when they passed an item or their hips bumped with their movements, a brief spark was felt, and left them each feeling a fuzzy warmth that stirred a deeper heat in their cores

This heat slowly but steadily shifted the once relaxing atmosphere between them into something far tenser , till eventually their sides were practically pressed together and they were holding hands. Thus, the moment they were finished, Veyle didn't hesitate to drag him back to his room underneath the darkened, star-lit sky in a rush.

However, it wasn't as if he wasn't doing his best to keep up with her.

"Pwaah!"

The pair pulled away from their searing kiss with a shared gasp, faces flushed and mouths agape with heavy pants to relieve their screaming lungs as they each felt a bit light-headed. Regardless, each knew clearly what they wanted next, yet before Clanne could dive back in for another lip-lock, Veyle stepped away to grab the underwear of his green sweater. Immediately understanding her intent, he raised his arms so that she could easily pull it off him.

"Ahh~ " The steward softly moaned as she pressed a hand on his chest, the thinner material of his shirt allowing her to better take in the decent muscles he held underneath. Her hazy eyes simmered with subtle focus as she was curious about whatever changes he'd undergone since the last time she laid hands on him.

"Hii!"

Clanne sharply inhaled when slipped a gloved hand underneath his shirt, her slender fingers greedily groping and tracing over his softly toned body. She went further pressing herself back against him, eliciting rougher gasps, grunts, and shudders from him as her warm breath tickled his neck as she began nicking and licking his skin while she needily rolled her curves over him.

Not wanting to be outdone and knowing what she desired, the young mage dipped his hands underneath her skirt and groped her ass. His touch immediately sent the princess on her toe-tips with a squeak, only for her to shudder before pushing her plush, round rear against his palm, inviting him to do as he pleased with it.

For what could've been moments, seconds, minutes, or hours, the pair hungrily indulged in each other. Their breathing became increasingly hot and heavy as it rang in the other's ear while they leaned on each other for support with their increasingly shaky legs. Their hands roamed over the other's body, groping at their flesh and pinching their skin as they familiar with each other after time apart

For Clanne, he recalled every aspect he'd grown to love about the dragon that remained unchanged since the first time he'd laid hands on her. For Veyle, she appreciated the subtle changes he'd gone through in that time as well. With both still able to vividly recall every other session they'd shared between then to now.

It'd been more than half a year since she first approached him with her dilemma, one Clanne had become well familiar with regarding a dragon's needs. Even so, he'd been left shocked after she confided to him not simply her troubles, but her request for his aid, staunchly refusing his attempts at countering what he believed to be better, worthier candidates for such a task than himself.

He was the only one she could trust for this. Not because of his previous experience in such matters, or even her sister's assurances he'd be more than capable of satisfying her. No, it was because she did not wish to simply take on a partner for her body, but a lover she could offer her heart.

And well, Clanne could not refuse such a heartfelt confession, especially when he felt similar.

So while things had started as a somewhat shaky exchange with shocking revelations, the pair had been left with such blissful memories that such activities had become quite frequent whenever they were together. It got to the point where one could doubt it was simply draconic needs driving them along, regardless, it didn't change the result.

Veyle no longer wanted Clanne, she needed him. Her feelings for him only deepened every time they met up, with it becoming increasingly unbearable when they eventually went their separate ways. Even right, she needed him more than she could ever recall! A fire of desires was engulfing her body, leaving her core to leak uncontrollably the longer they went on. Luckily - to her unfathomable joy - she knew Clanne was always willing to indulge her selfish cravings.

With a firm shove against his chest, she pushed herself away from her lover, knowing it was the only way she could get away lest they make out till running out of air. And while neither found the idea unpleasant, she knew they both desired far more, and when she showed him a distinct glint in her hazy eyes, he understood.

Especially when she glanced down at the prominent tent in his shorts and licked her lips.

Wordlessly, the two moved to undress themselves. The fallen princess grabbed the hemline of her skirt and smoothly pulled it over her while the steward tugged down his shorts and small clothes, kicking them away and removing his boots so hastily he almost stumbled. But before he could pull off his shirt, a distinct "Tap!" rang out.

He became stunned as he turned to see Veyle slipping off her remaining shoe, letting it drop to the floor with another tap as she was clad in nothing more than a black leotard, tightly clinging to her deceptively curvy figure.

The attire left her lithe legs bare up to her round hips, accentuated by the white frill just above, Her chest was alas highlighted as the fabric lightly stretched over it, with openings to the sides and above her cleavage hinting to her true size. With one final opening over her belly and exposed her navel.

This was hardly the first time he'd seen her like this, be it in her leotard, something seductive, bare, or even his clothing. Nevertheless, his reaction was always the same, awestruck by her beauty. Even after laying his eyes on far more voluptuous dragons, he found the gentle one in front of him just as attractive.

But as ready and willing he was to be mesmerized by her, he knew what expectations she held of him, and the needs she needed satisfied. And if he were to meet and surpass both, he had to act bold.

Veyle, for her part, was mesmerized by his swaying loins, too distracted by them to notice his approach as she gazed in mild disbelief. While she'd never claim to be deeply knowledgeable or experienced in these sorts of matters, she'd lived for a millennium after all and had picked up on a few things. Regardless, whatever standards she used, there was no denying just how impressive Clanne's loins were, so much so it was initially hard to believe.

Yet even months after confirmation of this fact, she still found herself taken slightly aback every time she laid eyes on him after some time apart. She bit her bottom lip as drool began dribbling from the corner at how hard and erect it appeared, once again making her wonder if her eyes were playing tricks on her, or if it seemed bigger than last time.

Luckily, she was about to confirm just how big he got for her sooner than later.

"Hyah!?"

The white, black-streak hair princess gasped as the green-braided steward all but pounced on her, pulling her into a tight embrace with his sudden weight making her stumble back into the wall near his bed.

*Thud!

"Ahhmpph!?"

Veyle's gasp was quickly muffled by Clanne's lips as he sandwiched her between the wall and himself. Whatever pain she felt was ignored in favor of throwing her arms around him and wrapping a leg around his.

Their kiss shared the same intensity as when she assaulted him against the door, yet instead of keeping their lips locked for as long as they were good, the pair opted for a brief union. Their tongues brushed over and swapped spit before they pulled away, taking in quick breaths before diving back in for another quick exchange.

"Mpah!"

"Mhm~"

Wet smacks rang throughout every other second as the pair could keep their lips together or off each other, sometimes occasionally ignoring the other's lips in favor of latching onto their neck or shoulder. Regardless, it was serving to further rile up the pair of lovers as they bucked their hips against each other with increasing vigor.

His hot, hard, throbbing erection brushed over the smooth skin of her squirming thighs and over the dampening fabric of her loins, eliciting further gasps, moans, and sharp inhales from them each until it was too much.

Pulling back far enough, Clanne and Veyle could see the deep adoration and need filling their hazy eyes. Wordlessly, the latter unhooked her leg off the former as he stepped back so that she could reach down and slip aside the bottom strap to her leotard, exposing her glistening folds. However, he wasn't given much time to admire them nor the small white and black-streaked patch just above as she then proceeded to reach out and grasp his cock,.

As the steward shuddered at her touch, the dragon reminisced about her first time holding his loins, her sister's knowing grin clear in her mind after she'd confidently promised her steward would be quite suitable to her needs.

Veyle initially believed Alear's praise to be a testament to Clanne's spirit. Now though, she knew it went far beyond, personally understanding why her sister had become so fond of the 33rd steward. All while she grew to become increasingly fonder with every interaction she had with him.

For now, she was left briefly stunned, eyes shaking in awe and her breathing deepening as she held his throbbing member, her fingers failing to curl over most of his girthy, meaty pole. Each pulse it gave sent a spark throughout her body to her core, stirring the dragon deep within her for a primal urge which left her leaking loins quivering as she finally lined his tip to her entrance.

The steward and princess shuddered at the contact of his cockhead and her folds, their eyes twitching from just a taste of being properly joined. It was a sensation they were eager to indulge in as they wordlessly acted in sync, with Veyle raising herself on her toes while Clanne dipped a hand down to her thigh and held her steady.

Then, after lifting her gaze at him, the white-haired dragon's purple eyes formerly stared into the green-braided mage's shaky, golden pair, capturing his full attention before giving him a reassuring nod permitting him to begin. So, taking a deep breath to prepare himself, he tightened his grip and pushed in.

"Haaaa~"

Veyle's moan flowed from her lips as Clanne's cock began slowly pushing her walls aside while making its way into her depths. Her eyes fluttered shut as she tipped her head back. Her back arched against the wall, balancing on her tip-toes while her fingers clenched and pulled at his shirt for support from this bliss.

The steward was gritting his teeth as he re-familiarized with the gentle dragon's surprisingly intense embrace. It was comparable to his sister's extraordinary pressure mixed with that possessive grip he'd come to expect from dragons. Quite simply, it was extraordinary, with his previous experience being the only reason he didn't succumb immediately.

Even so, he knew his resistance would soon crumble, especially after a week by himself and so long without her. Still, he was determined to give Veyle the relief she'd come to him for before faltering, mustering up as much strength as he could for that goal.

"Hiii!"

After pushing a little over halfway of his length in, Clanne began pulling his hips back. The act drew a sharp inhale from the girl as his cockhead which had so smoothly slid in roughly rubbed over her bumps with its retreat till it was all that remained inside. After a second to prepare himself, Clanne thrust his hips with a bit more force than he'd initially entered her tight passage, allowing him to not just push her walls aside a bit quicker, but reach new depths.

"Ahh!"

Then after giving his tense, shuddering lover a moment to adjust, he pulled back to repeat the motion.

"Haa! Hah~ Ahh! Huh~"

Veyle's pants were heavy, broken by moans and gasps accompanied by increasingly frequent shudders by the sparks coursing through her. Her limbs felt increasingly weak, making her lean against the steward for support, melting against his body while resting her head on his shoulder, her warm breath tickling his neck.

The dutiful lad shuddered as goosebumps formed over his flesh before he pressed the princess harder against the wall as his own legs began buckling making use of his surroundings to help effectively tend to her needs. Yet even with his experience, her royal chambers were something far beyond what his meager mind could ever hope to truly comprehend.

If he wanted to do well - to excel - he'd have to re-accustom himself to her loins sooner rather than later. The texture of her walls, how she clung around him, her reactions to his thrusts. All these aspects and many more needed to be taken into account for what was to eventually come, especially since she trusted him to manage.

On his pride as Divine Dragon's faithful steward entrusted with her sister, Clanne was determined to make use of the skills taught to him by Queen Lumera and honed with both their sisters in service for Gradlon's Princess.

Yet as motivating a duty it was, or even the urge to further indulge in her royal body, a more pressing, greater desire swelled within the young man. That being just how beautiful the sight of her writing in pleasure over the wall while desperately clinging to him with a flushed face wincing in bliss.

At this moment, Clanne understood something. Nothing else mattered currently besides Veyle. All he wanted to do was make her happy. Whatever she wanted, whatever she needed , he was certain he'd do anything and everything he could to provide it.

Thus, it was unsurprising that as her breathless pleas of " F-Faster…Deeper~" filled his ears, his reaction was to more forcefully pump his cock with the vigor not just of a dutiful steward, but a young man with something to prove.

*Pwap! *Slap! *Plap!

"Ah~ Ha~ Ohh~"

Moans flowed from Veyle's lips akin to a tune, singing her pleasure directly into the steward's ears and spurring his hips to match the increasing rhythm of her voice, joined by the wet claps of skin between their hips. His member stretched her chambers far apart, making her feel so unbelievably full, which only left her feeling disappointedly empty whenever he pulled out, her walls desperately attempting to keep him within, made only barely by the delightful sparks he created when retreated that distracted her until he returned his full length into her greedy embrace.

Such sensations left her back arching further against the wall as she withered between it and himself. Her limbs curled and clung onto him with her leg twisting below his knee as her fingers clenched and pulled at his shirt. All the while her breathing became increasingly heavy and uneven.

The way he held her ass, fingers lightly digging into her black fabric and pale flesh, to raise and steady her rolling hips against his left her toes curling in bliss. His experience shined through his smooth motions, honed through practice in comparison to her more sloppier albeit passionate display fueled moreso by instinct than anything else.

Regardless, the pleasure they both felt was immense, with Clanne enduring the temptation to succumb through gritted teeth as Veyle was lost in the euphoria. Her mind was swirling in a sea of pleasure, leaving her increasingly glazed eyes rolling back as sweat began glistening her skin and mixed with his.

This was far from the only time he made her feel like this, as despite her millennium of living, her experiences with intimacy were far from abundant. Whatever experiences she did recall hardly compared to how Clanne made her feel.

Before him, she could never recall her body feeling so blissfully numb. To feel such joy not merely with her body, but in her heart as well. The plentiful pleasurable sparks he sent coursing through her body satisfied the dragon within her craving relief and left her heart fluttering with joy as a woman.

She recalled initially feeling jealous of her half-divine sister with how often she got to experience this. Yet as time passed as Clanne gave her as much adoration and passion as he did his liege, such feelings were replaced by hunger and desire for his touch, to the point she never wanted this to end.

A-Argh!"

Or at least, that was her thought until her partner finally succumbed…

"V-Veyle!"

"H-Huh? Haa!"

The gentle dragon's cry was anything but as she threw her arms around Clanne's head after he called her name, thrusting into her passage and burying himself to the hilt one final time with a sharp smack before cumming. His harsh groan was drowned out by her high-pitch voice as he flooded the fell princess' chambers with his hot, thick cum, making her eyes roll back and triggering her release.

"C-ClaAANNE !"

"Ergh!"

The unfathomable pressure in which her walls clamped down made the steward grunt as she also came all over his cock with a warm wave of her juices that mixed with his torrent. Their combined fluids immediately overflowed her passage, seeping out of whatever gaps were between their sex. Even so, her body continued to instinctively coax out more of his seed within her already stuffed passage, shakingly holding onto him throughout the ordeal.

He struggled to keep upright due to his buckling knees at Veyle's incredible release, her loins clinging onto him as desperately as her limbs did which further weakened his stance. It was only thanks to leaning against the wall behind her he could keep them both standing while enduring an orgasm unlike what any of his other partners provided.

It was familiar to the pressure his sister could exude, making him feel like his loins were about to be crushed but not quite painful enough to overshadow the immense pleasure. Not to mention there was that trademark, instinctual draconic desire to squeeze him down to the very last drop, leaving him dry and her womb drenched.

Perhaps he should've been used to being drained by dragons and sisters by now, yet despite his experience, there was no denying how his dragon sister left his shaking, thumping body struggling to keep intact. Still, he did his best to hold onto a spasming Veyle as she was in the thrones of bliss and gave him a taste of it as well.

Luckily, he somehow managed to keep conscious as the euphoria that'd threatened to overwhelm him - and had done so to her - began to settle. The shared orgasm coming to an end and freeing them from the sense of relief so incredible it'd almost felt strangling.

Their breathing was left as deep, uneven pants in the aftermath. Strands of their disheveled hair clung to their flush faces as sweat glistened their skin. Their stances were shaky, legs occasionally buckling and leading them to lean against each other and the wall for support, not letting another go as they waited for their lower limbs to regain their strength.

Eventually, Veyle felt confident enough to loosen her grip on him, though refused to fully let go, as if he was the only stable thing she could rely on. Clanne in turn adjusted the hand he had against his arm to rest his forearm instead, allowing him to better prop himself and even take a step back.

"Haa~"

"Ohh~"

The pair's proceeding moans and shudders followed his glistening cock slipping out of her cum-stuffed loins which were now free to flow out and dribble down the girl's legs. The sensation elicited further shivers from her and distracted her enough from the urge to disappointingly whine at the loss of his cock within her.

Though, it was made slightly bearable by the small sparks she felt a little further below as he kept his hand comfortable on her rear as she began properly basking in the afterglow of an incredible orgasm. Her breathing started to calm down while her beating mind settled, allowing her to gather the strength to rest a single hand over her belly, taking in the warm, fuzzy sensation brought by being filled with their mixed juices.

However, a sudden urge caused her to pull her head away from his shoulder, tilting it to look at the steward with her hazy eyes instantly locking with his, managing to slightly disperse the lazy lull settling in both their minds. Their breathing evened out, deepening in sync as they shared a silent exchange where their hearts and minds' desires were clear.

So, after another moment to take each other in, their eyes fluttered shut while they wordlessly leaned forward to rejoin their lips. A soft, muffled "Mhhhmm~" rang out from blissful relief as they conveyed their feelings to each other through a gentle, loving kiss.

Or at least, that's what it started as.

"Mhhwaaph~"

The longer their lips stayed together, the greater it fanned the fires that'd settled in their cores, Veyle's especially. Within seconds she was content with Clanne's light, firm embrace and the soft massage of his lips to desperately desire more.

"Mph!"

"Mgh!"

The steward gasped as the princess pushed against him, smushing her chest against his and trapping his cum-coated cock between their bellies with her smoother and exposed one rubbing against it. He shuddered at her acts while the heat of her passionate flame began to engulf her body and spread into his in a manner he'd grown quite familiar with.

Yet just as he was ready to indulge in the gentle dragon's body with his touch and hopefully leave her breathless with pleasure, she surprised him with a soft though firm shove that separated them both.

He stumbled back with shock, confused as to her reasoning with her appearing a bit surprised by her actions as well. For a few moments, they silently looked at each other, only for her shock to fade and reveal focused intent in her eyes when she glanced down at his glistening, hard cock stretching out to hers, throbbing with need.

Then, without warning, she dropped onto her knees, taking Clanne aback as her face was now leveled with his aching loins and mere inches apart, shivering as her warm breaths tickled his sensitive flesh. Her loins quivered with similar desires, even so, she ignored the temptation of her lower lips as she licked her upper ones.

Without even glancing at the steward, Veyle grasped his base, causing him to shudder as she wrapped her slender fingers around his girth. She only took a moment to admire how he throbbed in her grip while she smeared the coating of their shared juices over his flesh and her gloves before leaning in and plopping her lips over his tip.

"Ahh!" He gasps as her warm, moist mouth enveloped his cockhead, with her discarding any notion of starting with slow, tepid licks in favor of sloppily swirling her tongue around him. She eagerly indulged her hunger for his loins which soon spurred her to start bobbing her firmly sealed ripe lips over his length for him to view.

"MMhhmm!'

"Oh gods~" Clanne shuddered as she moaned and sucked over his upper length so spiritedly she had trouble steadying herself. Her eyes glinting with a sparkle he'd recognize well whenever her enthusiasm heightened, except in this moment, that enthusiasm was mixed with her passionate lust leading her to take a little under half of his loins.

Her spit mixed with the mixed juices already coating his cock, so much so cum and drool began seeping from her lips and dribbling off her chin into the opening of cleavage she displayed in her leotard just below. Yet the sticky droplets that fell into the crevice of her chest and elicited goosebumps seemed to bother her little, if at all.

She continued feverishly indulging his cockhead, its under edge peeking out from her lips as she slobbered her tongue over his slit, attempting to scoop up whatever precum poured out. Whatever droplets landed on her tongue reminded her of why she'd been so addicted to his salty, sour taste furthering her hunger for a full meal.

Her enthusiastic expression would appear pure if it weren't for the fact she was sucking his cock. Regardless, whatever lustful desires fogged her eyes could not overshadow the genuine adoration she held not just towards his loins, but the steward as well.

It was an erotic and somewhat touching sight Clanne would not soon - hopefully never - forget. Still, it was a struggle to keep in check, with one of his hands over his chest as the other hovered his lips, ready to muffle whatever cries, gasps, or other sounds she forced him to make from his panting mouth. A bright blush blanketed his cheeks as he gazed down at her with hazy, lidded eyes filled with awe.

He'd been granted the honor of seeing both dragons and sister adorning his loins with their mouths. Even so, he felt as if nothing compared to his sister dragon performing the act. And though one could claim her skills were a far cry from the others, her pure passion made up for it. Leading the steward to wonder how long he'd hold out, let alone how he managed to keep from unraveling.

He assumed not much longer as she resumed bobbing her soft lips over his length, eliciting greater moans and gasps from his lips that reached her pointed ears and spurred her on to sloppily suck his cock.

"Mgh! Urlk!"

Veyle's eyes winced as she finally managed to slip his tip into her gullet, giving her a taste of the strain she was looking to endure with her throat. However, she struggled to push any further down his length despite drenching a good portion of it in her slobbering. This wasn't the first time she had such issues, and she'd grown to accept it'd be far from the last.

Yet as ready and willing as she was to keep gagging, coughing, and choking over his dick, she knew what needed to be done to get what she wanted and give Clanne the pleasure she felt he deserved.

The sloppy sounds that once filled the steward's ears began dying down along with the pleasure around his loins. Confused, he looked down to find Veyle's purple eyes looking up at him. Whatever disappointment he held when she stopped sucking him off along with any desire for her to continue was instantly forgotten in the face of her unflinching gaze that clearly expressed her desire. That being her wanting him to stuff his cock down her throat.

Naturally, such a demand - silent though it was - took Clanne back However, as he continued to stare at her in shock, her expression remained unchanged. In fact, she appeared to become annoyed the longer he took to respond.

Luckily, this wasn't the first time she requested him to perform such an act. So, after his initial surprise passed, he took a calm breath and placed both his hands on her head for a gentle, firm grip. His fingers weaved into her hair between her crown as he looked into her eyes for confirmation.

She narrowed them at him before nodding, only for them to widen when he pulled her head towards his base while slamming his hips forward at her face.

"GRLK!"

"Ghaa!"

The dragon's purple eyes almost bulged from her head as the steward rammed a significant portion of his down her throat, instantly stretching most of her gullet to a strenuous degree. Her mind briefly blanked, offering her a moment of relative calmness where she could take in nothing yet feel everything .

Then, before she could come to terms with these sensations, Clanne pulled back till just his tip remained, giving her airways a tinge of relief while her tense body relaxed the slightest bit. Only for such restrictions to return in full force when he thrust back in.

"URLK!".

"Gods!"

*Slap!

"Mgrk!"

"Veyle!"

The dragon barely heard the steward call her name with her buzzing ears as he fucked her face with dizzying intensity. Her mind could barely take it as her senses began fading, unable to handle such overwhelming sensations.

Her wide eyes lidded and rolled back. Her arms went limp and fell on her lap. An occasional, muffled moan joined her sloppy wet gags and chokes whenever his hefty balls smacked her chin. All the while her mouth and throat relied on their instincts in keeping a firm seal around his cock as she let him use her freely.

An honor Clanne did not take lightly as he worked to give her everything he had to offer.

"Urgh!' He grunted after pumping another inch down her gullet whilst struggling to fully close the distance between his crotch and her lips. The intense pressure of her throat made it difficult to both enter and leave its embrace, hardly helped by her choker which was forced to stretch with her bulging throat.

It didn't matter if he'd done it quite a few times with the gentle dragon at this point, he still felt hesitant to treat her so harshly. To in a sense use her as little more than a tool to get himself off even if it was what she desired.

Ironic, considering the issue went for her as well.

Just glancing down at her face, her teary eyes rolled back as drool drizzled from her plugged lips and poured down her chin had him wincing even as another part of him found the display incredibly erotic. Regardless of how he felt, he knew any attempt to pull away would be met with irritation and disappointment. The last thing she desired was to be left gasping and coughing for air after being freed of his drool-drenched dick with a distinct lack of his seed.

He still vividly recalled the first time she struggled to deepthroat his length leading him to attempt to deter and assure he she didn't need to push herself so far for him. While his concern did touch her somewhat, it was soon followed with an adamant expression where she reaffirmed her understanding of the risks, and would not be determined from seeing this through.

If he was so concerned for her, rather than stop her goal he was more than welcome to help her accomplish it. Her advice prompted him to get aggressive, doing the work himself by fucking her face, leaving her to bask in the overwhelming and surprisingly addictive, dizzying sensation.

A sensation that had become too overwhelming for him to resist anymore.

With buckling legs and shaking arms, he mustered up as much strength as he could to pull her face towards his base while ramming his cock down her throat one final time.

"URKL!?"

"V-Veyle!" Clanne cried as he came through clenched eyes while digging his fingers into the dragon's scalp. Her eyes flickered back into place as his voice somehow managed to be heard clearly through her ringing ears, stirring her out of a daze enough to register the spasming cock stuffing her throat while unleashing its load.

"MGLKR!?"

The girl was unable to do much besides muffledly gasp as waves of steward seed traversed through his loins till bursting from his tip, shooting straight down into her stomach. Yet her throat was far from spared as the sheer volume with which he came easily coated her gullet. The intensity of it all was unreal, overwhelming him once again.

Thus, it was little surprise her eyes rolled back into her head as she slumped against the steward cumming buckets down her throat. His fingers held onto her head so tightly it would've been painful had she been able to properly register it.

No, the only thing she could feel was her gullet struggling to stretch around Clanne's cock, which instinctually sought to squeeze and coax out even more of his seed than he was already expelling. Her thick, black choking made both tasks quite difficult.

At least, that was until a sudden *Click! rang out, followed by her throat's stain suddenly lightened, bringing a sense of relief as her beating, pounding mind could better sink into this dizzying, overwhelming euphoria.

"Hah~ Ha~ haa~ ha~"

The young steward was left hunching above the dragon, panting heavily as rigorous shudders racked his weary body with her cum-coated gullet still eagerly milking his cock. If he weren't so tense, his stance would have collapsed as he just barely managed to will himself to see this through till Veyle's base desires were satisfied.

Few could claim to have the honor of cumming down a dragon's throat, let alone three. Except the 33rd steward had, and would proclaim each experience as unique and heavenly beyond mortal comprehension. But by the gods, even by those standards, there was something about Veyle that made her feel the most intense, in a way he believed he'd never truly grow used to along with the rest of them.

While Queen Lumera would leave him blissfully drained and Alear would urge her stewards to give her everything they could offer and more, Veyle was different. It was as if she was begging, pleading, demanding he'd not hold back. And just like with her fellow kind, she knew how to reflexively milk his seed down to the very last drop, albeit doing so with far less grace than the late queen with eagerness and greed surpassing even her sister.

But when it came to his sister, Clanne found that perhaps the pair shared some similarities. With both Veyle and Framme exuding an unbelievable sense of pressure around his loins enough he occasionally feared they'd crush it if it weren't for their soft throats. Both forced him to join them in whatever intense, dizzying, mind-numbing daze they'd slipped into after a worrying struggle to accomplish such a feat.

It had his entire body going tense as he struggled to endure this incredible relief that strained his mind till he risked passing out. His shaky fingers tightly clinging onto his lover's head and keeping it in place. Yet he knew even without his grip, she wouldn't pull off till he was fully spent.

The similarities between his dragon and twin sisters grew when he finally opened his eyes, his blurry vision clearing up to properly make out the sight of Veyle kneeling below him. His hands still shakingly held her head as it was buried into his lap, lips sealed around his base while they left a wet, messy kiss over his crotch with the rest of his length remaining embedded in her gullet. Her crown and hair hid her eyes while he gazed at her with adoring awe.

His pounding head and racing heart began to ease as his previously strained breathing steadied, the rest of his senses returning and settling into place. But as he finally began to come down from this euphoric high, Clanne felt as if something was amiss.

His lidded eyes narrowed in focus towards the dragon beneath him as he thought to give her head a small tug. The resistance he felt was little - if any, prompting him to realize she wasn't so much kneeling in front of him as she was slumping against him.

"Oh gods!" Clanne cried as any lingering daze of pleasure or drowsiness in his mind and body instantly dissipated while he pulled Veyle off his cock as quickly and carefully as he could. He winced as her upturned eyes came into view, shuddering at her smooth lips continued to hold a tight seal of his girth while revealing a coating of spit and cum that shined his length.

Then when just his tip remained in her throat, he gave a small, firm tug to dislodge it and escape her lips.

"Pwap!"

The sound she made was almost pitiful as his loins were finally freed of mouth. With nothing to hold onto, her jaw slackened, her tongue rolling out as cum and drool poured off it and her chin. All the while wearing a glazed expression.

The intense shudder that racked his body after leaving her lips didn't stop Clanne from immediately dropping to his, ignoring the somewhat painful thud of his landing to grasp her shoulders, softly shaking her for a reaction.

"Veyle?" He called her name with clear concern, deeply worried they'd gotten carried away and forced her far past her limits. Luckily, any fears of her having completely passed out passed when she gave a small, gurgled groan, "Urrg~" She went, the sound of which filled the steward with relief as the rest of her body stirred, going from slumping back to slowly leaning forward. However, concern for her quickly returned when she began…

"Cough! Cough! "

"A-Are you ok?" Clanne asked as she hunched forward to spill and spat out the cum that'd coated her throat and blocked her airways. With a sympathetic, guilty expression, he shifted beside the white, black-streaked hair dragon's sides to softly pat her back with one hand while hers was planted on the ground below.

" Cough! Cough! " She went as cum and spit flew into the palm she held over her mouth till enough was expelled for her to take in the needy breaths from her aching lungs. It brought a conflicting sense of relief and guilt to the silent, gray-haired mage who awaited her to properly regain her bearings and composure from what was no doubt an overwhelming experience.

Only for him to find out it'd been far more overwhelming to the once gentle, fell dragon than he expected.

"Hgh~ Was that truly it?"

"Huh?"

The steward blinked with confusion as instead of Veyle's usual cheerful, innocent, and caring voice, he heard something far more ominous. And he figured out exactly why when she lifted her head slightly, her hair parting just enough to reveal her eyes.

Her red eyes.

"Haa!"

Clanne yelped as before he could even react, he was pulled onto his feet before being forcefully shoved onto his bed. "Oof!" He went landing on the bed, his eyes wincing shut before a sudden weight shifted onto the bed and himself prompted them to shoot wide open for a surprised expression at the sight of Veyle not just straddling his lap. Except instead of her pure purple eyes looking down at him, he saw a menacing red pair.

" Hmph~ Still so hard after two back-to-back orgasms? I suppose there's something impressive to be said about that in the face of a dragon~" The girl stated with a playfully mocking voice with a genuinely impressed undertone reflected in her wicked smile as she tilted her head to the side and brought a hand to caress her cheek. The sight of which would've left Clanne shuddering if she weren't already rubbing her dripping folds over his loins.

"Hii!"

"Heh! Squirming from something like this? Pathetic~ " She gleefully insulted him, amused by his reaction as she continued such motions. She brought a hand to her neck and tugged at her loosened choker, bringing attention to the askew buckle and bent prong before she said, "Best I take what you have left to offer while there's still fun to be had in you."

Shifting her stance to plant one foot on the bed beside him while resting her other ankle on his thigh, this aggressive and mean-spirited Veyle rose her hips. She reached down to grip his cock, harsher than when she held it earlier, eliciting a sharp, tense hiss from the steward who arched off the bed while she lined his tip to her folds.

Then, without warning or hesitation, unceremoniously dropped herself down on him.

*Slap!

"Yeaa!"

"Haa!"

A loud smack rang out as the dragon's plush ass fell atop the steward's lap, the former delightedly yelped as the latter threw his head back with a gasp. Her grin widened while her eyes lit up with excitement as she began bouncing on his cock.

*Plap! *Clap! *Pwap

It didn't take long for wet, crisp, skin slaps to echo in the 33rd stewards' chambers as the divine dragon's sister left him reeling with her rough riding. His hips were left pinned on the bed by the force of her crashing rear, with his upper body fairing better due to the hand she had on her shoulder to support her intense motions.

She consistently raised her hips till just his tip remained then slammed her rather large, round butt down, taking him to base without hesitation and sending her lower jiggles wildly jiggling and sharp spike through his spine. However, it was her walls' hold he found more challenging.

Gone was the desperate, clinging grip she'd initially held him with was replaced with something far more demanding. It was like the difference between a hug from someone who didn't want to let you go and wouldn't let you go. And with this embrace, she wasn't giving him a choice in the matters of suffering her chambers at her pace.

This could've gone on for seconds, minutes, hours as Clanne lost his sense of time, far too overwhelmed for coherent thoughts to his current situation. He could barely even find the focus to resist the incredible temptation of cumming once more. It was only thanks to a deep-rooted sense of duty and the physical resistance he built up from experience allowing him to hold on. And the fact he managed greatly pleased his companion.

" Ahahaha~ What a delightful display!" The previously gentle dragon maniacally laughed. "Even squirming and overwhelmed by my motions, you're desperately able to resist cuming while still staying hard after two intense orgasms! Absolutely nothing like those other poor excuses for offerings I've received. Truly, what an excellent steward you possess, Alear!"

Clanne could somewhat make out her words despite his dazed, muffled mind, wincing as he attempted to focus while struggling to even speak her name. "V-Vey- MGH!? "

The lad's eyes went wide as the princess cut him off with her very own hand, her palm pressed down on his mouth while her fingers tightly gripped his jaw.

"Now now~ No need to say anything!" She told him, looking into his shaky, golden eyes with her sinister red pair. "Best you don't waste any energy and focus on keeping that nice dick of yours hard, surely you can do that for me at least?"

Her mocking request was accompanied by a pleading expression as she waited for him to nod his head, which he eventually did, "Good~" She replied with a smirk, rewarding him with a smooth hip roll that allowed him to bask in the sensation with a shudder before she resumed her previous intensity.

"Still, it's somewhat a shame," She proceeded to comment, taking on a mildly solemn expression when stating, "If only you were a bit less timid, perhaps you'd be bold enough to go beyond those promising moments to be something truly special. Oh well~"

Turning back to gaze at her bouncing ass, Veyle , reached down to grasp one of her jiggling cheeks to say. "Don't worry though, I'll make sure to guzzle every drop of your essence with this… Ohh, what was it those fools Timerra and Hortenisa called it? Ah yes, my Dragon Wagon , Huhu~ By the time I'm done with you, you'll crave it more than my sister's!"

The steward continued gasping and groaning against her palm as he desperately attempted to shift his position as he struggled against the rigorous shockwaves of her ass crashing down on his lap every other second. Such frequent force coupled with such intense sensation left him reeling, even so, her last remark managed to spur something within him to muster up enough will to grasp her ankle and catch her attention.

"Oh, what's this? Still trying to put on a performance? How amusing!" She gleefully shouted, shifting her hand from his jaw to his chin, snickering as she brought their faces inches apart. "Hehe~ Tell me, does my interest in your cock make you feel some pride? I'll admit it's impressive for one of your stature, with your abilities deserving some praise considering your continual resistance."

"Tell me, what does my sister find so intriguing about you? Sure you may physically be well equipped for a dragon to find some satisfaction with, but that's hardly enough, be it for her, and especially for me~ No, there's something more to this, to you~ " She declared, displaying some genuine interested with a sadistic tone that shifted for something more encouraging albeit somewhat mocking with her next statements.

"Surely you don't mean to tell me you make her do all the work when in need of your services, because this rather pitiful display I'm seeing so far leads me to believe all you can offer your Queen is a big cock for her to get off with! Otherwise, I can't imagine how you can keep up with her, let alone make her as fond of you as she already is!"

Clanne's eyes widened at her words as they managed to call into question his steward pride. His dazed, unraveling mind was given a moment of clarity and returned his focus, determined to regain the control that'd slipped from his fingers, fingers that tightened their grip on the bouncing dragon's lower leg and thigh.

"Oh, did I strike a nerve?" Veyle taunted with a hint of excitement at the possibility there was more fun to be had, her red eyes lighting up as she urged, "Come then, show me some of that steward pride! Your goddess' sister is here for an offering, surely you don't wish to disappoint us?"

"Grr!" The green-braided lad grunted as his eyes narrowed in focus while resolve spread through his body, prompting him to buck his hips up against her falling ass.

*Slap!

"Ohh!"

"Agh!"

The dragon's red eyes widened in shock as the waves of pleasure she'd felt suddenly jumped in pleasure, enough to leave her shuddering that served to only spur on her hips. Somehow, the wincing steward managed to sloppily albeit effectively match her descents, repeating the delightful experience for her.

It didn't take long for Veyle 's initial shocked expression to shift into a wicked grin and gaze as she gleefully looked down at her companion. "Yes! That's the spirit!" She praised him, adjusting her motions to better match their hips yet not lessening her intensity. Luckily, he was capable of meeting her challenge and further increasing their pleasure.

"Haha! Now this is something!' The fell princess joyously cried, throwing her head back before looking back at her partner to say, "That's it, try fucking me the best you can. It wouldn't be as fun draining you if you didn't get desperate otherwise! Fufu~ Let's see how long you can hold out!"

*Slap!

*Creak!

"Ha!"

"Ergh!"

Wet skin slaps echoed through the room along with their gasps and grunts as their intense motions had the bed creaking beneath them. Even so, she refused to hold back and let this opportunity be wasted, throwing her big butt down on his lap and elated to find the steward doing a suitable job keeping up. And though his thrusts were somewhat sloppy and uneven, it was a far better display than most could accomplish.

"Agh!" Clanne grunted with another wince as he struggled to match her fierce bounces whenever she harshly slammed her rear down on his crotch, his hips were practically forced back onto the bed. Still, he kept raising them despite their exhaustion and the growing aches setting in from such intense movements.

However, that was only one part of the sensations he was contending with, for her loins were an entirely different matter as they held him with a sharp, demanding grip that made him feel both fearful and bashful. It was like she was offering him her full attention and focus, giving him a taste of euphoria for his efforts before taking it away and leaving him craving more. His thrusts became frantic as she tried to satisfy her and receive greater rewards in return.

Nevertheless, he was slowly and steadily growing accustomed to these sensations to recognize some details with his beating mind, such as familiarizing himself with her walls' small bumps. If he focused enough, he could recall which ones he'd noted when he had her against the walls, with her current expression linking to the reactions she gave back them, leading him to believe it was time to act.

With incredible focus, the lad managed to shift his hands to grip the dragon's hip and ass, an adjustment that did not go unnoticed by Veyle , who offered him a curious glance. Only for a surprise to explode over her face as he suddenly pulled her down while slamming his cock up.

*Pwap!

"Ahh!"

"Ergh!"

Clanne sharply grunted as an intense shockwave passed through his and Veyle's body, leaving even the latter wide-eyed and stunned. Knowing this was his chance, the steward wasted no time as he unleashed his assault.

*Slap!

"Hya!"

*Pwap!

"Ohhh!"

*Plap!

"Ahhh!"

Yelps poured from Veyle's mouth as she was raised up and down her human lover's length with surprising strength that managed to somewhat replicate her previous intensity. However, the difference was that he controlled their pace, allowing him to better apply his skill in matching their hips. The result was him consistently burying the entirety of his loins into her snatch, reaching her deepest depths with incredible force and that left her reeling.

"Ha! Ah! Oh!" She howled with wide eyes, struggling to process the experience as she hadn't expected such a display from the steward. Her body shook uncontrollably, leading her to widely bounce on his lap while he still managed to effectively thrust over her walls' most erogenous areas.

To see the once arrogant dragon unraveling would've left most people feeling prideful, and perhaps even cocky, but not Clanne. He knew from experience this would not be enough to lay claim over her, at best being a distraction that briefly overwhelmed her before she returned it with increased vigor. If he wanted to stop that, he needed to add even more sensations for her to contend with until they overwhelmed her and left her mind blank.

So with that mind, he chose to listen to his instincts, indulging in one of his heart's desires.

He let go of Veyle's hip and raised his hand to the back of her swinging head that was thrown around as wildly as the rest of her body due to his thrusts. Then, tightening his grip by weaving his fingers between the white strands and black streaks of her hair, he pulled her towards him for a searing, hungry kiss.

"Mphh!"

Veyle's red eyes went from wide to bulging as Clanne sealed her mouth with his, muffling her shocked gasp. The sudden lip-lock along with his vigorous thrusts was overwhelming, with his pure, unfettered passion finally shattering her resistance.

"MHAAHHHH!" She screeched into their kiss, followed by a sharp, harsh "Mgh!" from the steward as her walls clamped down around his cock with unfathomable pressure as she came all over him. He naturally came as well, giving into her loins' greedy demand to be filled up with his hot, thick cum as he embraced her spasming body, holding it close while they shared their most passionate orgasm yet.

It was overwhelming, too much so as the steward instantly found himself soaring far higher than the clouds with the dragon, eyes fluttering shut with their crimson shade fading away into a more violet hue. All he could recall was experiencing a numbing, blissful daze.

By the time things had settled, Veyle had gone limp against Clanne, with him not much better as his hand fell from her head. Strength left both their bodies as their kiss came to an end with a low, wet, hardly audible "Mph~" followed by their uneven, deep breathing.

Her eyes cracked open for a lidded gaze, yet their rolled-back appearance indicated she'd already lost her senses and most likely consciousness. His eyes meanwhile struggled to stay open with his glazed, dazed expression as his vision started to be filled with white pouring in from the sides until they finally fell shut.

*Thump

Clanne fell back on the bed with a small, muffled thud Veyle laying atop him as the pair still just barely managed to hold onto each other as they descended into a shared slumber. Though not their final for the night.

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"Mhhmm~"

Clanne winced while his body curled inwards, stirring from blissful slumber. His attempts to keep a lulled consciousness were for not as his once dull senses started to grow detailed, giving him little choice but to awaken.

"Ergh~" The steward softly groaned in disappointment, rubbing his head against the pillow he rested on for some comfort. Except it was comfier than any pillow he recalled owning, its firm, soft, and smooth texture felt distinct from the usual plush he was familiar with.

"Hehe~ That tickles!"

The lad stiffened as he instantly recognized the giggle above him, opening his eyes and looking up to find none other than Veyle looking down at him with a bright smile as she asked, "Did you have a good nap, silly?"

Clanne was initially unable to respond as golden eyes blinked while a blush settled over his cheeks at the realization he'd be laying his head on her lap. "O-Oh…yeah," He eventually responded bashfully, his honesty brightening the girl's smile which deepened his blush, only for his somewhat stunned eyes to clear up when he then somewhat confusedly asked, "Wait, sleep?"

"Mhhmm~" Veyle affirmed with a hum and head nod before elaborating, "Though I think it only lasted an hour at most, I only woke up a little bit before you."

"Huh~" Was all the steward could respond with as he slowly lifted his head from her lap to sit back up and look around his and Framme's room.

He found their respective clothing on the floor near the door, prompting him to give himself a once over to see if he still wore only his shirt, along with the fact his loins had become quite flaccid during his slumber. He ran a hand through his slightly ruffled gray hair, though luckily his green-ribbon braid had not unraveled, still holding firm.

Turning his attention to his dragon lover confirmed she too was still clad in her black leotard, her white and black-streaked hair appearing a tad disheveled as a few blemishes were scattered over her attire and pale skin. However what caught his attention was her choker, specifically its broken buckle.

The memory of her atop him and tugging at said choker with a maniacal grin and vivid red eyes returned him, prompting his golden pair to widen at the realization of their slumber. But as he opened his mouth to comment on it, a sudden ache stopped him.

"Hii~" He hissed with a small wince, grasping his jaw with one hand which led to Vely dropping her cheerful smile.

"She… I went a bit too hard, didn't I?" She solemnly asked, though it sounded more like a statement with the guilt in her voice and expression as she reached for his cheek, only to hesitate then ask, "D-Does it hurt?"

"N-No," Clanne quickly replied with a small, strained smile, ignoring the slight twinges of discomfort as he added, "Just a bit unexpectedly sore, that's all."

Veyle easily saw through his attempts to ease her worry., "I'm sorry." She remorsefully said, her calm tone making it seem she accepted the blame despite him not throwing her any.

His smile fell as the atmosphere grew despondent, making him shift beside her and take her hand, only for her to tense up at his gentle grip as he then said, "I've told you before, I can handle it. There's nothing to be sorry about."

Her face twitched at his assurance. "And I've told you before, I don't like seeing you get hurt because of it…me… her… " She somewhat firmly bit back, not liking they were having this conversation yet again.

Even so, Clanne didn't stop. "But I'm not hurt," he insisted without a hint of deception that was hard to ignore even as the dragon looked away, prompting the steward to attempt a different approach, leaning in to lowly whisper, "Besides, a little soreness for my jaw is hardly the worst thing I've been left with, especially by you~"

'Huh?' Veyle was initially confused by such a remark, the sound of shifting fabric making her glance at him. Her eyes widened at the sight of him slipping enough of the shirt off her shoulder to expose a faded though distinct, teeth-patterned mark. " Hehe~ Alear and Framme were teasing me about for weeks atop of the scratch marks you gave me,"

His small smile was contrasted by Veyle's reddening face as they both recalled vivid memories of the last passionate night they'd shared before their recent reunion. "T-That's not the same and you know!" She claimed, though it was hard to take seriously with her flustered reaction that wasn't helped by his amused expression. "Clanne!"

" Haha~ Sorry, sorry," He laughingly apologized, furthering the gentle dragon's pout before replacing it with a shocked expression as he brought her into a sudden hug. "It is the same, because no matter what, I'll take whatever you throw at me if it helps make you feel good, just as you do the same for me since we care for each other that much."

Her statements left her in disbelief, eyes shaking before eventually calming down with her mind as could no longer resist his comforting embrace. "I-...I know that…Still, I don't like it when she …when I act like her, treating you as something to be used."

Clanne took on a sympathetic expression as her shaky voice indicated she still had trouble even describing such thoughts, to think of herself as the culprit due to her influence.

Sombron's war left deep scars on Veyle, specifically due to the atrocities she'd been forced to commit under his and Zephia's control. Yet despite now being freed, the other Veyle was still a part of her, and in a sense always had been.

The other Veyle was the result of her draconic instincts being enhanced to their most extreme, making the core of a new personality. Arrogant, sadistic, cruel, these traits and more were what the other Veyle embodied, all in her quest to be her father's dutiful and beloved daughter.

However - as Clanne had come to understand quite well - there were risks involved when a dragon gave into their instincts, such as urges of relief and satisfaction, with the other Veyle being no exception. With her seemingly responsible for relieving both herself and Veyle's draconic desires in the decades preparing for her father's return.

While the purple-eyed princess wasn't usually conscious whenever her red-eyed alter ego took control, she'd been able to occasionally glimpse some memories. It painted a picture of someone who'd used whoever she could without remorse if it satisfied her needs.

So, despite this fallen Veyle having long since been banished from the gentle dragon's mind - ensuring she could never force the girl to commit such atrocities again - she'd still left a mark. Whenever the fell dragon fully gave into her instincts, she did not act like some beast with a single-minded focus on her goal like her sister. Instead adopting a more disciplined, ruthless persona, slipping into the shell left with her eyes reflecting the change.

Neither she nor Clanne had been aware of this until halfway through the first night they'd shared, with her becoming distressed in the aftermath. Clanne did his best to comfort her, but it wasn't till Alear had come to check on them did the girl start calming down. allowing them to figure out her other self hadn't come back.

In the end, Veyle was the one in control, whether she was desiring for her partner to give her everything, or if her instincts were demanding she take everything they had. And while the latter made her naturally hesitant to continue matters of intimacy, Clanne's assurance he could handle it eventually won her over, along with the fact she could not deny how amazing things felt with him, including the feeling of letting loose.

So while it'd been a challenge to manage during their plentiful sessions, the steward had not once shied away from it, steadily helping Veyle to come to terms and accept this other side of herself. Even so, there were occasional bumps such as now. Luckily, he had enough experience to know how to best distract and dispel her worry and guilt, leading him to hopefully suggest, "You know, if you really feel sorry, maybe you could kiss it to make it feel better?"

The fell princess pulled back with an unamused gaze, only for it to soften at the sight of his bashful smile. She knew what he was trying to do, regardless, she could not help her lips curling upwards.

" Hmph~ Do you want me to tuck you into bed too?" She joked, indulging his attempt to lighten the mood.

His smile deepened at her response, making him feel confident enough to say, "Only if you're under them with me~"

"Hehe~"

"Haha~"

The gentle dragon giggled alongside his chuckle, unable to deny the smoothness of such words that made her cheeks feel a little more fuzzy thanks to the heat dispelling the cold winds previously blowing over her heart. The pair leaned in to rest their foreheads together, their breaths tickling the other's face as they took a moment to relax.

Then, once she felt ready, Veyle adopted a subtly sultry expression and tone saying, "Then maybe I should tire you out so you sleep soundly~"

Their lips finally rejoined for another kiss, a brief one meant to simply express their love for one another along with the comforting grip on each other's cheek and head respectively. Yet when they pulled away to reveal a hazy fog descending over their eyes, they were quick to lean back in and latch their mouths together.

"Mhhmm~"

Moans were shared along with spit as the pair's tongues danced together. Their hands roamed each other's Increasingly frequent and potent shuddering bodies.

"Phaa!" Clanne gasped as Veyle pulled back, though not before leaning down to brush her lips on his jaw, not forgetting his earlier suggestions to "Kiss it better~". His shudder intensified when she also reached down to his loins, her firm touch invigorating whatever life had returned from their kiss. She re-engaged their kiss, muffling his moan when her fingers curled around his firth to begin pumping his cock back to full mast.

Not to be outdone, the steward groped her tit through her leotard, making use of the openings in the middle and sides of her chest for his thumb and fingers to directly touch her sensitive skin. His act elicited a sharp spike that had the princess pulling back with a yelp, allowing him to turn the tide by seizing her lips.

His skills managed to occupy and keep her on a passionate defense, their hands working harder to grope at each other's bodies. This battle for dominance only fueled Veyle's draconic desires, threatening to overwhelm her and him.

Just as she was pushing him back, the princess pulled away as a thick bride of spit connecting their panting lips and flushed faces. Yet any thoughts of resting their aching lungs were forgotten the moment her hazy purple eyes met his foggy golden pair she could not resist telling him, "Lay down~"

Her tone made her request sound more like an order, one Clanne was quick to follow, with Veyle wasting little time straddling his lap facing him, planting her feet by his sides then spreading her legs. Her cum-stuffed pussy was obscured by his fully rehardened length, only to be briefly displayed as with swift motions that lacked grace yet were no less entrancing, she lifted her lips, lined his member to her folds, then dropped down on him.

*Slap!

"Ahh!"

"Ohh!"

Steward and Dragon threw their heads back with elated gasps as her plush ass smacked down on his lap while most of his cock returned to her loins' greedy embrace.

He shivered as she shuddered, with the latter leaning back to rest her hands on his thighs for support. A deep, low moan passed her lips while a small grunt left his when she gave her hips a small shake to better readjust to his size once again. Then, when she felt she was ready, she began swinging herself up and down his length.

*Slap!

"Haa!"

*Clap!

"Ohh!"

*Plap!

"Ahhh!"

Veyle sang her sultry moans and gasps with a rhythm matching the smooth, brisk motions of her hips, making full use of her arms and legs in lifting and dropping her hips over Clanne's member.

It was a display of skill rather than the instinct she'd relied on so far, ignoring the urge to frantically bounce on his cock in favor of more consistent movements that kept a steady flow of pleasure for them each. It was proof of her improvement since their first night together, desiring to do as much for him as he did for her.

So, she frequently shifted the angles of her movements, making him rub against her walls a little differently and keeping the sparks fresh. All the while making it clear for him to view as she spread her legs wide for him to captively watch in awe as his length continually enveloped within her loins' embrace.

Though, as focused as her movements appeared, they were slowly and steadily becoming more desperate. The occasional crash of her butt that sent potent shock waves through them each. How she swung her hips side-to-side or up-and-down akin to throwing rather than tossing them. Not to mention the pace at which she did all this.

This trade of smoothness for intensity led to her wavy hair more wildly fluttering behind her as her chest jiggled in the confines of her leotard with each harsh impact. It also had her increasingly arching forward in back like a wave in tandem with her motions till raising her hips left her leaning so far back she almost appeared parallel to the bed and steward beneath her.

Yet as wonderfully captivating sights these were, what caught Clanne's attention most was her face. It's slightly flushed skin that shifted with her occasion wince of pleasure. The light glaze in her eyes which appeared increasingly distant with every glance he caught between himself and their joined loins. And of course, her unraveling, uneven breathing rang in his ears more clearly than the wet skin slaps of their hips.

Despite her relatively composed and smooth start, the steward could tell she was struggling to keep her insights restrained. Luckily for her, her display and the pleasure she'd provided had done wonders for his motivation, making him quick and willing to lend a helping hand.

Or more accurately, thrusts.

*Slap!

"Yea!"

The dragon yelped as Clanne firmly thrust up into her snatch, meeting her descent for a collision forceful enough to create a prominent slap. And though it left her briefly taken aback in the aftermath, mind rattled and body shaking, she was quick to accept his proposal for a new rhythm, acting to match his motions.

*Pwap~

"Haa!"

*Clap!

"Ohh!"

*Slap!

"Hii!"

Gasping moans and wet skin slaps rang throughout the room as the pair sought greater pleasure together. Their bond allowed their feelings and instincts to become in sync, helping to establish a pace, their skills guiding their motions, all while their emotions offered a kick. And though the intensity was far below their previous acts of the night, it was enough to send whatever sweat flying off their skin as a blissful heat engulfed them both.

The pair basked in the sensations, losing themselves in it as it left them feeling so relaxingly numb. Enough that when the temptation to succumb presented itself, they found themselves powerless to resist and gave in.

"Ahh!"

Veyle threw her head back with a cry as Clanne's cock rubbed over a specific set of her erogenous bumps eliciting a flurry of sparks under her wings that lifted her back up to the white stars above. Her orgasm once again was intense for the grunting lad, who easily gave into her demands for a fresh, hot batch of his dutiful seed to overflow her chambers and satisfy her greedy walls.

She was left shuddering above him in the aftermath, her hands tightly gripping his legs for support while her chest heaved and fell with heavy breaths. A thin coating of sweat left her skin slightly shining while their mixed juices seeped past their joined sexes onto his lap, with him left in a similar albeit more composed state of recovery.

All in all, it was the least intense orgasm they'd shared during the night. Even so, it still had them feeling blissfully numb. This non-overwhelming, relaxing sensation allowed their minds to better take in the details they were basking in, with Veyle more than willing to keep it like that. Bringing her gaze back down to her, she gave him a shaky smile and asked, " Hehe~ When was the last time we just-... Huh~ Kept things cozy like this for more than a single round?"

"Heh~ Not sure…" Clanne honestly replied with his shaky smile as the lingering throes of pleasure had them each occasionally spasming, making it a bit difficult to elaborate on his response. "Usually one of both of us gets carried away… Ha~ It's only when we get tired we slow down, and even then it doesn't usually last long. Either because we lose control again, or just cause we completely ran out of energy… Huhu~ "

"Hihi~"

The pair chuckled as they recalled a particular instance involving the latter scenario that'd left the sleeping in a strange, compromising position in what was far from the best place to do so. Luckily, they somehow had been left caught or at the very least, undisturbed till they flusteredly woke back up.

" Mhmm~ M-Maybe it's best we keep this up then?" The dragon suggested, prompting a look of mild intrigue from the steward as she added, "I mean, we have two weeks, no need to rush, right?"

Her tone indicated she genuinely found the idea pleasant, and truthfully, the steward didn't disagree. Yet as enjoyable as it would've been to embrace and roll their hips together, the strain he heard in her voice led him to hesitate. That and the strange twitch in her lips - different than the ones accompanying her winces at the occasional spasm racking her body - added to his uncertainty.

It wasn't hard to guess this as Veyle's attempt to lessen the chance of losing control again, for despite his assurances and their previous experiences, she still worried about hurting him when letting loose. So, while he was certain he'd feel similarly in her position, he also had come to understand what'd she do in his, which was giving her no choice but to let loose.

"C-Clanne?" The princess called out to him, mildly concerned by his silence and shifting expression, unaware and vulnerable for what he sought to do next.

*Slap!

"Yea!"

Veyle's eyes widened with a yelp as Clanne fiercely thrust up into her still-sensitive snatch, her back straightening while the rest of her body went tense at the overwhelming sensation that shocked her. Her shock continued as the steward kept pushing up, lifting her along with his hips off the bed to which he proceeded to flip them over.

*Swish!

"Whoa!"

*Poof!

The fell dragon, landing on all fours after her sister's steward lover suddenly flipped them over with impressive swift motions that left her somewhat winded. She took deep breaths to steady her beating mind, still processing his initial, vigorous thrusts, only for the lad now kneeling behind her to dizzy her head with a flurry of them.

*Plap!

"Hya!"

*Clap!

"Haa!"

*Pwap!

"C-Clanne!"

Gradlon's princess cried his name as she was immediately overwhelmed by his blurry hips which rattled her body as it swayed back and forward. Her eyes were wide and shaking while her mouth was agape for a river of moans, yelps, and cries that poured out alongside every wet slap against her rear as the pause between each echo lessened.

*Plap *Plap *Plap

"Ah! Ha! Huu!"

"Ergh! Ugh!"

Veyle's gasps and moans came out as pants as she hung her head low, hair falling past the sides while the rest of her body shook and swayed from the grunting steward's thrusts. The sounds of skin slaps drowned out their voices, echoing in her ringing ears from the euphoric sparks coursing throughout her body, enhanced due to her last orgasm still lingering in her increasingly muddled mind.

But despite her pounding head, she felt strangely calm , almost numb to this dizzying daze spreading into her senses. It was like she was straddling a dangerous edge, just barely taking in all these details threatening to yet hadn't overwhelmed her.

The timing of his thrusts sent sharp sensations around her rear and throughout her body, making her spine tense, limbs jolt, fingers and toes curl. Similarly, despite them sounding drowned out, she could make out the muffled sounds around her, be it her voice, Clanne's, the wet skin slaps, or even the rustling covers beneath them.

How he held her. How he grunted over her. How he fucked her. As aggressive as he was, she could still feel the love he expressed with such actions. And while it left her body shaking from his forceful thrusts, it was nothing compared to how he left her heart fluttering.

She knew what he was doing, and to the gods was it working , with the vigorous shudders racking her body stirring the dragon deep within her that became increasingly difficult to restrain, especially as Clanne escalated his assault.

*Slap!

"OoohH!"

The dragon cried as the steward's hand struck her rear, sending her already shaking cheeks jiggling sideways. Her body tensed as her limbs buckled, yet it was her mind rattled most of all, enough that Veyle's senses slipped enough for instinct to take control.

" Ha! You call that a smack?"

The mocking voice prompted Clanne's golden eyes to narrow as he saw Veyle look over her right shoulder, giving him a one-eyed, red-hued gaze accompanied by an amused grin matching her tone when adding, "Even a child could hit better than that! Fufu~ "

*Slap!

"Haa!"

The young man responded with a deep thrust against her rear before striking it with his backhand, sending the dragon's face snapping forward with a shriek as the rest of her tense body shook in response. Afterward, she looked back at him over her left shoulder with a purple - not red - eye.

"C-Clanne!" She shakingly called his name, clearly taken aback by his acts. However, there wasn't a hint of pain in her voice, with her finding the sharp sensation that'd shot through her somewhat enjoyable. She was a dragon after all, she was built of tougher stuff than most girls and could take greater abuse.

Or well, her body could at least, her mind was more susceptible to such acts, something she worried about as her lover assaulted her rear with another duo of blows.

*Slap! *Slap!

"Haha!" Veyle maniacally cried, looking back over with her right eye's piercing red stare and matching grin. "Guess you do have a spine, and here I thought your sister took it. Though I suppose there are moments where you're able to pin her instead of the other way around, Mhhmm~ "

"Tell me, did she ever use the excuse of you practicing for my sister to convince you to strike her ass as harshly as you did mine? Or is your sister enough of a slut to beg for it with pleading eyes?" The fell dragon tauntingly asked, prompting the steward's eyes to narrow in silent warning, a warning she chose to ignore as she shifted targets.

"Speaking of sisters, I bet mine most love this, eh ? Shedding her responsibilities and giving into her desires to moan like a whoring queen for her dutiful steward to hear. Though, I'm assuming she's not the first whorish queen that moaned for you, Hmm~ "

"Grr~"

Clanne didn't take kindly to such comments towards his sister, the divine dragon, or the late queen, a sense of love, duty, and pride towards the three urging him to punish the girl with a harsh…

*Slap!

"Yea!"

Veyle's yelp brought some guilt to Clanne as his palm struck her flesh with enough force one could assume it'd go red. However, any feelings of regret or concern instantly faded away in stunned surprise when she looked back at him, her shaky purple eye expressing shock at his aggressiveness, alongside being a bit in love with it

She knew what she was saying, knew the reactions she'd get from him doing so. For despite her unease, Veyle knew what she desired , it was merely her fear of what else her instincts would lead her to do that made her hesitant. Yet as much as she didn't trust herself to let loose, she trusted Clanne enough to handle her.

She managed to silently share these thoughts with the steward, urging him to tame this fell dragon while it was still gentle. The initial glimmer of hesitation in his eyes quickly faded away for determination in accepting her request, prompting him to reach forward and tangle his hand in her hair till it looped around his fingers for a loose ponytail just behind her head. Then, after a moment to ready himself, he pulled at her white and black-streaked roots.

"Hurrgh!"

"Yeaa!"

*Plap!

Veyle yelped as Clanne yanked her hair, throwing her ass back towards him while he threw his hips against it. The collision sent shockwaves throughout them both that managed to drown out the pain around her head with overwhelming pleasure around her loins. Yet while it shook her, it was far from enough to satisfy her.

"Ha! You call that a tug? Pathetic, Fufu~" Veyle gleefully mocked with a snickering smirk.

*Slap!

"Ahh!"

With a snap of her head and a twist of her neck, she pulled her hair with enough force to pull the steward's upper body towards her while slamming her hips back at him. She mirrored his earlier act with even more force, leaving him hunching and shuddering over her as she smugly grinned at him.

"You've got the reins, a whip, and a seat, yet you seem ill-suited to ride this dragon," She taunted him, giving him a chance to recompose before offering a warning. "If you're going to try taming me through force, it's not wise to hold back. Especially since I prefer my meals to put up a hopeless struggle~"

"Ergh~"

*SLAP!

"HyhA"

"Hurrgh!"

"Yeaa!"

*Plap!

Clanne was quick to strike her rear with enough strength to send her face yelping back forward. Only for her to shout just as quickly when he yanked her hair, pulling her ass against his incoming hips for another fierce, fulling thrust. A pattern the steward was quick to repeat.

*Plap!

"Ohh!"

"Gha!"

"Hya!"

*Clap!

"Hahaha!""

*Slap!

"C-ClaaHHH"

"Argh!"

"Yeeaa!"

*Pwap!

"Come on, more!"

Clanne held nothing back in throwing his hips into Veyle's ass, striking it with his palm as his other hand tugged her hair, eliciting reactions from both dragons, with the gentle crying in apparent bliss as the fell delight laughed. The former was overwhelmed by his assault, with the latter more so amused considering she mockingly encouraged him.

"That's it! Tame me! Claim me! This dragon is wild and mischievous, unwilling to submit without a fight! So go on, prove you have what it takes to satisfy me, to control me! Make me crave you out of all the worthless stock I could indulge in throughout Elyos!" She challenged, hoping to rile him up and gain even greater pleasure as a result.

To which the steward was determined and eager to meet- no, surpass her expectations.

*Plap! *Plap! *Plap*

*Slap *Clap! Smack!

"Ah! Oh! Ha!"

"Huh~ He~ Ha~"

Clanne's wincing face became as strained as the rest of his body that endured his intense resolve. He struggled to balance skillful motions and pace, fueled by increasing desire towards the gentle dragon desperately crying his name and frustration at the fell dragon gleefully taunting him.

Sweet poured over his skin. Aches spread throughout muscles. His chest unevenly heaved and fell with unraveling breaths. With him left hunching over the girl manically laughing at him with her red eye.

" Hahaha~ Hugging and puffing already?" She teased him as she rolled her hips against his thrust, impeding the careful rhythm he'd built that he struggled to regain through her jeers. "And after such a bold and promising start! I'd be more annoyed and disappointed if your desperation wasn't so fucking funny~"

The steward failed to respond as he continued contending with her walls harshly squeezing around him, warning him not to slow down and making it even harder to match and overpower her shaking hips. Her new movements caused his cock to roughly rub over her sides as it spasm around him. His shuddering body stumbling over whatever momentum he had left that she stole.

"Still, you're doing your best to keep up, aren't you?" She gleefully, knowingly stated before claiming, "You may claim it's out of pride and duty, but the truth is you love this, don't you? You and your sister both."

"I bet nothing excites either of you more than getting to fuck with us dragons. Heck, even if you two weren't stewards, you'd still desperately hope and wait for the chance to do so even while fucking each other, eh? "

"!"

His reaction had Veyle smirking as she continued her provoking taunts. "Tell me, is fucking your sister really so fun? You two seem almost as enthusiastic to do it with each other as with other dragons. Does it have something to do with being twins?"

Her comments shook Clanne as he found them conflictingly unnerving and strangely erotic. To hear Veyle speaking in such a manner spurred something within him, to fiercely pay her back for such taunts despite knowing she was merely goading him on, something she kept on doing.

"Well, what about me? I'm your dragon sister , aren't I? You should be more excited then!" She exclaimed, abandoning her mocking tone for something far more enthusiastic. "Well, come on, surely you can do better than this, can't you!?"

"Arggh!"

"Whoa!"

*Poof

The fell princess gasped as the steward roughly pushed her down on her back and forward with his hips, toppling the girl off her hands and knees onto her front with a muffled thud as he came atop her. She was left winded by the impact, making it easier for the steward to pin her in place as he pounded away.

*Slap!

"Ohh!"

*Clap!

"W-Wait!"

*Pwap!

"C-Clanne!"

Clanne's brutal thrusts rattled Veyle's body, leaving her to blissfully cry out as he roughly stirred her insides to their deepest depths, further dizzying her already addled mind as she flailed helplessly beneath him.

The steward compressed over the princess' back as he held her in place. His arms wrapped underneath her neck and chest, slightly lifting her upper body off the sheets. Her back arched with a curve while her ass was slightly raised as well from the force of his pumping hips, leaving her feet to be thrown wildly in the air between his legs.

Truthfully, it wouldn't have been that hard for her to overpower his grip. However, it was hard for her to focus on such an act with these overwhelming sensations that had her clenching and tugging his arms for support as her moaning mouth couldn't stay close while her teary eyes rolled back. His devastating passion threatened to break her mind entirely as she warned, "C-Clanne! I-I…It's too much! S-She's gonna come out!"

Clanne took her words as a promise, spurring his hips into overdrive to make it come true.

*PLAP! *PLAP! *PLAP!

"AHN! AAH! AHAA!"

Veyle's cries were drowned out by the wet, skin slaps echoing throughout the room as Clanne's blurry hips smacked against her plush ass, unable to even jiggle from his impacts before he was pressing against them again. His blows pushed her butt further up the bed while he lifted her front for better leverage, holding nothing back and leaving Veyle struggling to hold on.

However, the steward was determined to make her let go, to drown his dragon lover in euphoria and prove his worth as a proper mate. So, with one final slam down, he once again claimed her chambers with a roar.

*Slap!

"Ahhhhggghh!"

Clanne sent Veyle's entire front back onto the bed as he pushed himself down atop her, burying his loins deep inside her snatch while pumping her full with another batch of the divine dragon's dutiful steward's seed. His hot, thick cum instantly overflowed her passage and sent the princess' shaky flickering purple and red eyes fully back as she came all over him as well with a screech.

"Yeaaa!

"Ergh!"

Clanne grunted as Veyle's walls once again clamped down around him with the intent of squeezing him dry. And just like the last few times, he couldn't - and didn't - resist, giving in to her demanding release by offering her everything he had, holding her spasming body close as they came together.

His face was strained along with his breaths throughout the ordeal as he struggled not to be overwhelmed by the sea of white whose waves filled his vision. His companion already had fallen under. sink into the deep depths of bliss as shown by her euphoric expression.

By the time things settled down, the pair were left huffing and puffing with flushed faces. They each felt a strange, conflicting state as their bodies were left incredibly sensitive, occasionally suddenly spasmed and making it hard to simply relax and struggle to keep still. The overwhelming pleasure had also left them both lightheaded, Clanne especially as she struggled to snap out of his daze.

'I-I might have overdone it,' The steward thought as his body was racked with exhaustion from pushing it a bit too far, leaving him with some annoying aches. It would take some time to recover. Luckily, his experience with the stamina monsters called dragons had improved the time he needed to do so, as long as he was given the chance.

Unfortunately, his current partner didn't appear to be patient enough to give him one.

"Hehe~ Well well~ That was…Huh~ Certainly something…"

Goosebumps formed over Clanne's skin at the sound of a foreboding voice. He forced himself to lift his tired head to find Veyle's turned on its side, laying on her cheek as she looked back at him with both her red eyes when saying, "I take it back, perhaps you'd have what it takes to ride this dragon."

Her words stunned the steward as while she spoke with her usual arrogant, superior tone, it wasn't like she was simply looking down at him - disregarding the fact she was currently below him. No, it sounded as if she was impressed, emphasized by the glimmer in her eyes along with her widening grin.

"Come on, surely you got more in you than that, huh?" She asked rather eagerly, rolling her hips back against him which left the lad shuddering due to his still sensitive dick. His wincing eyes opened back up to see Veyle smirking at him as she taunted, "Don't tell me you're feeling exhausted already, when we've barely started? Oh no, that won't do~"

Without warning, she easily broke his weakened hold around her, twisting her arm and reaching back with one hand to firmly grasp the back of the steward's head. "Why don't I give you some incentive?" She stated, pulling him down, closer to her lips till they were inches apart.

A tense silence settled in the aftermath as Clanne's wide eyes anxiously stared into her confident red pair as their warm, deepening breaths tickled the other's faces. The exhausted steward now contends against the great temptation to seal the distance for this kiss. Temptations that were fanned by the dragon's proceeding words.

"The night's still so young, and it's just the two of us for weeks. So, lest you want me to eat you up and fly off in search of more filling prey, you better do your best to claim me, understood ?"

Her words sparked something in the steward, duty, pride, love? Whatever it was, it was reflected in his hazy eyes which began filling in determination towards her challenge. Such a sight deepened Veyle's grin as she said, "Good, now come here~"

"Mhphh!"

Clanne gave a muffled gasp as Veyle pulled him in for a kiss with enough passion and enthusiasm to make his eyes shoot open. His body, meanwhile, felt invigorated by the kiss, enough that his spent loins twitched within hers, intent to serve…satisfy…No, claim the dragon beneath him.

As he came to accept he was in for a long, draining night-... weeks ahead of him, the sudden image of Framme flashed in his mind, leading him to briefly wonder how his sister was doing.

"Mhph!"

"Mhhm~"

Veyle's tongue snaking past his lips into his mother causes such thoughts to be forgotten, with the pair opting to forgo their respective sisters and focus on the 'sibling' they currently lay with.

Little did Clanne know just how similar a position Framme was dealing with in Brodia.

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* Plap~ *Plap~ *Plap~

"Huhu~"

Framme wore a stupefied expression as her cheek rubbed over the bed, tongue rolled and staining it with drool as her modest chest compressed over it. Her glazed eyes threatened to roll back from the intense sensation she was contending with, leading her shaky attempt to grasp at the sheets while her trembling toes curled against them.

Whatever haphazard stance she attempted to hold did little in keeping her perky ass raised high above, kept in place mostly due to the large, strong hands firmly gripping her round hips as their owner slammed down into her. The force behind them once again racked her petite being.

*Slap~

"Urgh!"

"Ghaa!"

Another of the steward's breathless gasps intermingled with her partner's deep grunt as he sheathed his enormous blade in its entirety within her tight passage. The force in which he did so racked her entity being, eyes threatening to bulge from their sockets as the rest of her body shook from the intense shock while the bed creaked underneath.

His size alone was enough to overwhelm her, always felt at risk of being torn in two whenever she took him. However, as time passed and she became increasingly familiar with his equipment, her fear and anxious anticipation transformed into excitement and craving towards the pri- king claiming her.

Such excitement heightened as she faintly felt him grasp her unraveling braid before harshly tugging it.

"YeaAAHHH!" Framme screeched with wide, teary eyes at the sharp pain from her scalp dulled by the fulling sensation of her loins being stretched to their limits.

She could do nothing as her upper body was forcefully lifted off the bed and pulled upright causing her to straighten up, her shaky legs finally faltering. Her knees fell onto the bed, though her body was prevented from fully collapsing due to the pair of muscular, imposing arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into a broad chest eclipsing her small body.

"D-Diamant~ It's-Ahh~ T-Too much~" The girl managed to babble out as he fucked her into a sexual stupor. Her slim fingers slid off his enormous biceps as she desperately attempted to grasp at them for some support he held her in a firm embrace as he slammed into her without restraint.

"But that's exactly what you want, isn't it?" He huskily told her without a shred of guilt in his tone, having long accepted by now despite their difference in size, she was more than capable of enduring Brodia's might.

Thus, he continued to lay claim over her, adjusting his grip so that one of his arms held her now limp limbs behind her back as they hung and swayed by her sides in tandem with his thrusts. His other hand grasped her neck in a loose yet firm hold, faintly straining her windpipe, densing the fog that dazed her mind.

Still, she somehow managed to hear him clearly through the wet skin slaps ringing in her ear as he leaned in to whisper, "You're a little minx, aren't you? The entire party you spent tempting me, the looks, did you want me to take you away in front of everyone else? Or did you want me to take you then and there for them all to see?"

Framme honestly couldn't claim she found either idea displeasing. Though whether it was cause of her already sex-addled brain or the idea truly just turned her on that much, she couldn't quite tell. Regardless, it made her tighten even more around his prick as he continued to lay evidence against her.

"Was yesterday not enough for you even after you made us hide behind a pillar for your pleasure? Or the day before that where you hid underneath my desk as Citrinne and Alcryest came to visit? Hah! And let's not forget when your little trip to my waiting room before the torment's first round? You're an insatiable sexual fiend, aren't you?"

The girl shuddered at his grip around her as goosebumps formed over her skin from his authoritarian tone. He sounded so strong and merciless, as if she was nothing except something for him to wield and use as he pleased. But she knew better than to think of him as some cold piece of steel or iron, especially not as he felt engulfed her core in a fervent blaze.

No matter how roughly he treated her, how fiercely he claimed her, there was always a sense of care, affection, love in his acts. He trusted her to endure his full passion, and she accepted them wholeheartedly. More than that, she found it intoxicating, leading her to approach him countless times during and after the war, with him unable to refuse her advances.

Over time, she grew to understand his own attraction towards her, boosting her confidence enough to go from shyly asking for some intimacy in times of privacy, to attempting bold, more open displays to get a rise out of him. So, since her arrival in Broida alongside the Divine dragon, she'd continued to find excuses to tempt him. Be it brushing against him, shooting him a mix of needing expressions and knowing grins, or begging him to accompany her to the library.

Such acts had led to him taking her in plenty of knocks, crannies, and corners of the castle during her visit, usually leading her to hide a limp in the aftermath. Yet just when he thought himself to have some reprieve, she still managed to surprise him, such as when she suddenly visited his waiting room before the tournament's first round.

It didn't matter that guards were posted not too far away in the halls, or that he had mere minutes before needing to go on stage for his bout. In the end, no matter how hard he tried to resist, she always managed to entice him in some manner to make him give in either due to pride or desire. And so after she'd given him a taste of the reward she'd offered him should he make it to the end on top, he made it through his battles with newfound motivation.

He naturally won the whole bracket, with it ending in a close match against his brother. Nevertheless, any guilt or hesitation he may have felt beating him was overshadowed by the promise of a reward as the steward cheered him on from the stands. Though he could not seize his true prize as quickly as he'd like with the celebrations afterward.

Framme had made sure that whenever the king was discussing with someone other than here, she'd still be the focus of his attention. Her subtle swaying in the corner of his eyes prompted him to repeatedly glance at her, or search for her in the background whenever she seemed to disappear before she finally revealed herself.

It was difficult to do this all without arousing suspicion, however, eventually enough time had passed for him to finally excuse himself from the festivities. His leave was quickly followed by the steward as she was now the one chasing after him to the library where he pounced her. The pair indulge in a quick round, doing their best to keep their moaning voices from flowing into the halls as they echo in the vast, bookshelf and moonlit room.

Then, once they were done, before he could risk truly damaging the important scrolls around him, Diamant made use of a secret passageway to covertly return them to his chambers. There he wasted no time in ripping and tearing off their respective clothing to be discarded on the floor so that nothing could stand in their way any longer. Framme's delightfully shocked grasp at his actions prompted a ravenous growl that left her quivering, loins especially.

Now, though in his embrace, the king held nothing back in claiming the Divine Dragon's steward.

"Oof!"

*Plap *Plap *Plap

The young, small girl gasped as her older, larger lover pushed them back down over the bed, this time compressing his enormous, muscular body over her petite figure which he furiously pounded into the sheets. The steward could do nothing but wither and squirm, desperately clawing at the bedding as he held her head up by her chin, slipping his large fingers into her moaning mouth, her babbling tongue muffled as she instantly sucked down around them.

"Mhhmmm~"

Framme's eyes rolled back as her muddled mind managed to find some sort of balance from the intense euphoria spreading throughout her increasingly numb body, allowing her a chance to think beyond her current situation.

'Huh~ I wonder if Veyle's already keeping Clanne company at the Somniel?' She wondered, her dizzied mind somehow managing to recall her earlier worries about her brother's potential loneliness from her and Alear's trip to Broida. Only for her Queen to soothe her nerves by revealing what she had written to her sister beforehand, who would no doubt make use of such an opportunity to have the 33rd steward all to herself for weeks.

However, whatever teasing thoughts the younger twin sister could think of offering her older half upon her return were forgotten as Alear then teased her attending steward to make as much use of their time to engage with Diamant. The Divine Dragon's teasing continued as she encouraged her friend to offer Diamant some motivation before the tournament, with her having watched the pair leaving during the party with a knowing smirk.

She was undoubtedly amused knowing her dear sibling stewards were getting restless nights, one by her sister no less.

However, any thoughts of the Divine Dragon, Fell Dragon, or her own body faded from Framme's mind as Diamant continued pounding her without remorse. Her mind blanked at each of his thrusts as he forced her velvet walls apart, his enormous, throbbing cock stretching them far apart as they desperately clung around him, begging him not to leave her embrace once again.

It forced him to put even more force in his next thrust to escape her grip, rattling her smaller body and already addled mind even further as one wondered what would break first, the steward, or the bed. Regardless, it had had the girl's lips curling around his fingers in a faint display of a dumb smile in anticipation.

She was eager for her already overflowing cunt to be pumped full of Brodia's royal bastard once again. She wanted his seed spilling out of her lower lips and trailing down her thighs to pair with the smears around her upper lips and chin from earlier in the library. And if she was lucky, her puckered star would have similar stains by the morning.

What would she look like by then? Would she be lying limp in a messy puddle as the king's heirs poured from all her holes and left countless blemishes over her skin? Or would he give her the honor of his embrace to slumber peacefully against him?

Framme truly had no clue, though whatever option came true, she found both equally enticing.

*Plap! *Plap *Plap!

"FRAAMMME!"

"HYYAAAAHHHH!"

Then, her mind went white.

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Author's Note: Phew, just finished this in time for the Veyle's birthday.

And that's the third part of this story! Alot longer than the other two, but I couldn't help myself from getting into it, hehe. I do enjoy Clanne x Veyle alot, so I really wanted to give it some love and attention.

Anyway, only really have one more chapter planned for this pic, so I hope you look forward to that if you've enjoyed what you've ready so far!