DMHS 122

Their upper bodies were completely in contact. Kian’s cock, hard again, twitched and leaked fluid.

Lucien clung to his mate’s lips, desperate as if sharing breath with him was his only way to breathe.

He could feel his mate’s heart beating rapidly through their close skin. It was a miracle that he was still alive in his arms.

Lucien kissed Kian’s face in a gesture of apology, then concentrated on thrusting deep into his mate.

“Ah, haaah, hmmph!”

“Haaah, huh…”

The climax came abruptly. As he persistently pressed a single spot, the area where he was clinging to his penis began to swell with wetness, and then his inner walls began to tremble.

The sensation of his genitals being squeezed was ecstatic.

Lucien felt the tingling sensation running down his spine and released the full accumulation.

Kian’s inner walls, thoroughly soaked, continued to squeeze and slurp until the very end. Only after thrusting his hips several times, coating the inside with his own semen, did Lucien pull back.

The hole, which had been closed just moments ago, gaped open, spilling out thick, sticky semen.

It was none other than Kian who pulled Lucien closer as he watched the scene, his mouth half-open.

“It’s not something worth staring at so intently.”

Lucien nestled into Kian’s embrace as he lay on his side.

Haaam.

Kian, yawning peacefully, held the man who had grown larger than himself. His posture radiated pure satiation.

“I didn’t sleep well last night, so I’m drowsy. Are you alright?”

Just moments ago, Lucien hadn’t felt sleepy at all. But upon hearing that languid voice, his eyelids suddenly grew heavy.

“I guess I am a little sleepy.”

“That’s good. Then let’s just take a nap and wake up. One should sleep when they can take a nap.”

“Is that so?”

“Of course. Naps are for leisurely noble lords, after all.”

Kian, who had embraced Lucien from behind, buried his face in the nape of his neck. After seeming to inhale the scent for a moment, he murmured softly.

“It’s the scent of my favorite flower.”

It was a soliloquy tinged with a sense of relief.

Soon, shallow snoring followed.

Lucien held his breath as still as possible. He feared the slightest wrong move might wake his mate.

But perhaps because Kian’s sleeping sounds were so peaceful.

The warm, radiant heat of another’s body offered an almost excessive comfort.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

The time between closing and opening his eyes grew longer and longer.

Eventually, not long after, Lucien too drifted off to sleep.

The thought filling Lucien’s mind just before he lost consciousness was this:

‘I wish this moment could last forever.’

He didn’t ask for much. A year, no. Six months. Even just one month…

Some might call it a simple wish, but to him, it was an impossibly grand dream.

***

The next morning.

“Thank you for your help. We’ll be on our way now.”

Having finished preparing to leave, Kian bowed to Rowan. Rowan descended the stairs, his dress trailing behind him, and replied:

“Oh, it’s nothing…… I didn’t even solve your problem…… You two are heading to the Dragon Realm…….”

“We could use the dimensional passage Lord Hellenos made if we went to the palace, but that would draw too much attention. Just like you said yesterday, we’d like to borrow Hero Yan’s treasure here in the manor. Is that still alright?”

Rowan covered his mouth with his hand as he smiled.

“Of course…… Sir Yan will gladly permit it…… Please wait just a moment…….”

With graceful steps, Rowan entered the room connected to the lobby.

With a moment to spare before departing, Kian glanced around at the decorations in the lobby. Lucien stood with his hands clasped behind him, idly looking at a painting on the wall.

“What do you think the Dragon Realm is like?”

Lucien didn’t seem to be looking at the painting anymore; he suddenly spoke out of nowhere.

“If dragons return there after finding their mates, then it must be a much better place to live than here, right?”

“I’m not sure.”

Four hundred years ago, Hellenos crossed into this world for one reason:

To find his mate.

Dragons absolutely needed a mate. But dragons weren’t interested in bearing children with their partners. Since they had no concept of “family,” even a child born from them was considered no more than a stranger.

As a result, the number of dragons born in the Dragon Realm grew smaller and smaller.

And the chance of finding one’s dragon mate approached zero.

Hellenos had realized the severity of the problem from a young age. He visited the elder dragons again and again, persuading them, and in the end came to one conclusion:

‘The dragon race is hopeless.’

There was no dragon in their realm who could birth his destined mate.

What he had been given instead was the blessing bestowed upon a dragon who had reached adulthood.

—Hellenos, who sheds the young scales and rises with a matured radiance. Tonight, the sky will be adorned with brilliant gold. In the name of the Dragon Lord, I bless you with the will of sky and earth, fire and wind, that your flight may continue without end.

—Thank you, Lord.

—So, young dragon, have you decided what to ask of me?

Without hesitation, Hellenos answered:

—Please open a dimensional gate for me.

—You want me to create a path to another dimension.

—Yes. I cannot find my mate in the Dragon Realm. I will find them in another world.

—Each world has its rules. If you move there, you will lose much of your original power and take on a different form. Is that acceptable?

—It doesn’t matter. As long as I can find my mate, it’s enough.

—I see. Then I shall grant your wish. May the stars guide your path and bring your desires to fruition.

And that was how Hellenos came into this world.

According to his own words, the Dragon Realm was made up of hundreds of volcanic islands.

Dragons lived on one island each. The largest central island was where the Dragon Lord resided.

Whenever the Dragon Realm was mentioned, Hellenos spoke with a dry tone.

—What’s in the Dragon Realm? Nothing, except the occasional volcanic eruption. Volcanic islands, monsters, and dragons. That’s all.

—Then couldn’t you just stay here longer with your mate?

—You could say that, but this body is too inconvenient. How would you feel if I took your mind out and put it in a mouse?

—That would feel awful.

—Same for me. In our world, we have a saying: ‘A dragon that cannot fly is a dead dragon.’ I also want to spread my wings wide and soar across the blue sky.

There had been longing in Hellenos’s eyes when he looked up at the sky.

Remembering that conversation, Kian held no particular expectations for the Dragon Realm.

He simply answered honestly:

“In any case, I’m sure it will be much nicer for you, Lord Lucien, since you’re a dragon.”

“And not so nice for you?”

“To be honest, I don’t know. For now, we’re going to meet the Dragon Lord. I’ll focus on that.”

At that moment, Rowan returned carrying the sacred sword Arondight. As Kian accepted it and tried to hide the strange feeling rising in him.

Whoosh.

A large shadow passed across the lobby window connected to the stairs. All three sensed the unfamiliar presence and turned toward the outside.

“A gargoyle…?”

A pair of wings shaped like those of a demon. Small horns sprouting from a small head, and jagged fangs.

The creature flapping its wings outside the window was indeed an ancient monster, a gargoyle.

It circled the mansion twice before flying farther away. And then, all at once, every window on the side facing the sea shattered.

Crash!

Wind and rain blasted inside. Kian reflexively stepped in front of Lucien.

Wooong wooong.

A strange, indescribable sound echoed. Someone else might not have recognized it, but Kian did.

‘A monster’s presence.’

Kian tightened his grip on the sword. His arm tensed with rising muscle.

“Please stay here and do not move.”

Kian spread his palm behind him to signal them to stay back, then carefully walked forward. The sound was coming from the room where valuables had been stored.

Bang!

Kian opened the door in one swift motion. Yesterday, the collection had been arranged, but now artifacts were toppled, scattered, and broken.

As he crossed the messy room, Kian saw a strange sight.

‘The monsters… came back to life?’

The corpses of monsters that had been turned into statues were coming alive one by one. Fenrir, mimic, werewolf, cyclops, harpy… all regaining new life.

But the most shocking thing was something else.

“Aaahhh…”

Instead of baring their teeth or growling, the revived monsters lined up quietly in front of the shattered window like gentle sheep. Then, when their turn came, each one jumped out the window.

But instead of falling, they floated upward.

Monsters with wings, those with four legs, even those that normally crawled, all floated the same way. It was as if an unseen force was lifting them into the sky.

Monsters drifting upward against the backdrop of a rainy, overcast sky. It was a bizarre, almost fantastical sight.

The monsters flying toward the distant sea showed no hostility. Instead, they wore peaceful smiles, seemingly content with this new life after death.

The green shimmer surrounding their bodies made the scene even more mystical.

“……”

Kian silently watched the monsters rise into the sky.