Seeker of First Light

Chapter 10

“Unng, uhp…”

Axen Arc did not wait for an answer. He didn’t care that Chryselua was kissing someone else or that her opening was soggy with someone else’s s*men. The devilkin’s hot p*nis was rubbed at random on her opening, dripping with Naskan’s s*men.

Every time he stopped on the sensitive part, she could clearly feel its bumpy surface.

‘Do devilkins have manhood like that?’

Imagining that brutality made her body feel even sweeter. Chryselua’s walls, which had already been loosened by the dragon’s huge p*nis, could gently suck in the new pillar as well, but the bumpy p*nis of the devilkin was a different story.

Axen’s was just like a tool made to stimulate the cl*toris. The bud was stimulated just by rubbing. Chryselua reached a weak, repetitive climax with just that movement.

“Only with this… You are sensitive, Chryselua.”

“Uunng…!”

When Axen Arc stopped teasing and rubbing and widened her opening, and began to come in, a heavy pleasure filled her.

Shudder, shudder.

Chryselua twitched her body whenever the protrusion of the p*nis got inside. It was a hole that was already used to be inserted.

Axen Arc immediately started thrusting roughly.

“Hu-uhp… uhp!”

Naskan sucked her tongue and swallowed all of her moans. Her entire body was being held by Sol Noctis, being penetrated in different ways by different people from top to bottom.

Sol Noctis, who was rubbing her n*pples with his fingers, reached for the hole where a man was already going in and out. His thick fingers peeled away at the tender flesh that covered her cl*toris and crushed the exposed flesh.

“Huhhk!”

Her whole body was covered with pleasure. The pleasure that at first worried and burdened her was now ecstatic.

“Uhp! Huuhng!”

The next moment, the bottom that was holding the genitals moved arbitrarily and tightened on him. Axen, who had been pushing without a break, got even more excited and grabbed her waist tightly and pounded her hard.

“Kuuh, Haahk!”

Axen, who seemed only stoic, came and made a vulgar noise. Affair with Axen brought a much faster climax much faster than with Naskan.

She had already collected s*men from the two men, but the smoke that filled the room still made her hungry. Chryselua soon noticed Sol Noctis, who had been affectionately petting her and licking her shoulder.

“Sol, sol… Hurry up and do it, ung? Hurry…”

“…It’s an honor.”

This time, Sol Noctis filled the gaping hole where she had already received two men and was dripping with s*men.

Even though she switched men three times and each had a different posture, she didn’t feel any resistance at all. On the contrary, she even had the foolish thought that three was not enough. As soon as she thought about it, Chrys didn’t think about anything and screamed at the violent movement of the waist.

“Ah, aahh…!”

Every time Sol Noctis moved, white, turbid liquid dripped down and made a dirty sound.

“Ah, good…! Unng, aht, good—! More…!”

She was willing to let go of her reason in the nonstop pleasure.

Chryselua stroked Naskan’s cheek and pulled him towards her. When did the smoke that made them this way disappear? Since when did her reluctance disappear? Instead, a sweet smell emanated from the unknown breath.

It was hot. It looked like she would even burn.

It was all hot.

Naskan kissed her even more passionately as she closed her eyes.

At the same time, contrary to the cold impression, Arc took off his gloves and caressed her cl*toris gently.

Unlike the soft lips and touches, Sol Noctis ferociously inserted him and pounded her.

It was a late night in Sedition.

No one would visit the laboratory building during this time. Besides, while she told them to close the door just in case, Chryselua was now to worry about her moans leaking outside. It seemed like it was about to burst out of the building as well.

As she kissed Naskan, Chryselua’s hard-to-maintain reason completely crumbled, and she slept with them like tomorrow didn’t even exist.

She couldn’t contain her excitement and set her teeth and her nails. The magical energy that had ended the stabilization during a dragon’s adolescence also sprung up. Along with the lust of the four, sticky and dense magic was mixed here and there.

Ah… aahh.

Good. Uuhngg…! Yeess!

As she closed her eyes, if anyone touched her, she would accept it, if they asked for a kiss, she was happy to do it, and when they leaned against her forehead, she would cling to them. Her shouting was not enough, so she called them by name or said she liked them at random.

Then, when her pleasure was satisfied, she threw her head back and screamed.

The stimulation intensified. The sweet smell of fairies, the dry touch of the devilkin, and the hot eyes of Dawn… She didn’t even know who was rushing into her. All of those gestures of passionate covetousness were unbearably good.

In the midst of being swept away by such hectic pleasure, she thought she heard someone say that they loved her.

That day, Chryselua had a dream.

She dreamt of looking up at the black sun in the sky. A halo of light bent from behind the black sun, and a black crack formed in the sky full of sunset. At the same time, the sky split open and a gloomy light poured in.

It was beautiful.

…Even though this was the crack that was the disaster of this world.

After looking up at the sky, she looked back.

Someone was standing tall with broad shoulders. Dark blue long hair tied back to one side, like the color of the dawn sky…

‘Dawn?’

The Dawn Dragon, Naskandeolux, fell to his knees on the spot. He seemed to be saying something, but she couldn’t hear it. Chryselua also opened her mouth though it seemed as though they couldn’t hear what they were saying to each other.

Naskan soon raised his head and smiled.

Raising his one arm, he forged a dragon’s claw sharper than an iron sword.

‘What the hell is he doing?’

The moment he put those nails to his neck, his vision flashed white.

A roaring sound immediately followed, and a monumental explosion engulfed the world from the cracks that had been growing helplessly.

“Ugh!”

Her body jumped in surprise.

What kind of dream was that?

It didn’t take long before she realized that what he had just seen was a dream. Chryselua woke up in a fit, but just moving alone made her whole body scream.

“Umm. Uuughh…”

Droop. Droop. Droop.

She could hear something falling regularly.

Unconsciously counting the beats, Chryselua touched her forehead with a sharp headache. As the crisp morning air filled her lungs, the light began to dimly brighten, as the morning was approaching.

The light of dawn that always comes.

…Wait, Dawn?

For a moment, the frown of her childhood friend, Naskan, flashed through her mind. His face, which she looked at with blurry vision, mixing his tongue frantically with rough breathing. Starting with him, the events of last night passed by like a kaleidoscope.

“Ah, my God…!”

…It wasn’t important to have a nonsense dream right now!

She jumped to her feet… no, she was trying to get up. However, it seemed that some gigantic arms were clasping her waist, making her body heavy.

Nervous, Chryselua removed the arm that was wrapped around her.

“Sol… Noctis.”

The owner of the arm wrapped around her waist was the fairy Sol Noctis. It wasn’t just the arms that reached her. He was asleep, hugging her tightly as if to protect her.

“Wh-what is it? God.”

Chryselua freaked out and backed away from him. Even so, Sol Noctis showed no signs of waking up. He seemed to have completely lost consciousness.

Shaking her head and looking wider, it seemed that the problem wasn’t the only one.

It smelled fragrant yet strangely pungent and unpleasant. If she had to compare it, it smelled like a flower soaked in dirty water. Fairies were a race that smelled fragrant alcohol even when they sweated.

When she glanced closely at Sol Noctis, wondering what was going on, and sure enough, he was covered in blood. In addition to Sol Noctis, there were two other men lying on the floor.

It was Naskan and Axen Arc. Of course, they were covered in blood as well.

“Ah… what the hell is this?”

She didn’t know if she should be angry or sorry for this.

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