NOVEL WEB Chapter 212: Awakening
The skinship of Leonhardt and Nyxara lasted for hours, while Ifrit and Dravanna watched in amusement until, finally, after a short rest, the elf awoke first.
"Nn..."
Nyxara rolled over, her chest, arms, back and buttocks covered in dark bruises from where Leonhardt sucked on her creating kiss marks. "It hurts..." She groaned, trying to sit up, only to stop and breathe heavily before trying again. "Ugh... my body... feels like broken glass."
Long, silky black hair cascaded down her back and wrapped around her shoulders.
Her emerald eyes shimmered even brighter, like jewels, as bright as the green gemstone on her forehead.
"Master... are you awake?" Her breathing sounded raspy; she had been screaming for several hours without realising it, now it sounded like someone was dragging sandpaper against her throat.
She looked at Leonhardt, his body sprawled out next to her, naked, sweat glistened on his pristine, tanned skin, and the pattern on his forehead, the five coloured lines forming a flower. It was so pretty...
A soft smile appeared on her lips as she sat up and inspected his body. "...He was charming before, but this change is beyond anything I imagined... oh... this little thing is even thicker... the shaft especially."
[Hey... Dravanna, why is that dark elf touching him like that?]
(What do you mean... dark elves are known for their love for sex and promiscuity.)
[Even when that thing was inside her for hours!?]
(Fufu~ Ifrit, are you jealous or genuinely worried for him?)
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The fairy-sized origin didn't speak, but her eyes and mouth opened when she saw the dark elf's hand sliding along the demonic shaft,
"Such a naughty thing," Nyxara giggled, her mouth opening wide as she wrapped her tongue around the bulbous tip...
[!!!!]
Nyxara could taste the mixture of their sweat and saliva, which sent a shiver down her spine before pulling back with a slurp, her tongue slipped around her lips as she tilted her head. "Why does his cocshe sawe sweet... this... what sorcery is this!? Even his juices aren't as pungent, I might become addicted!"
[You're already addicted, you damn hussy!]
Dravanna, who lay on her tail, didn't feel jealousy towards Nyxara like her counterpart...
(Is it because I used my power to help her evolve, or maybe I just don't mind sharing my man like some horrific pervert?)
The dragoness watched with a slight smirk as Nyxara sucked, slurped and swallowed the thick girth; even her hand wasn't enough to wrap around the entire shaft and when she reached halfway, it seemed the elf began to choke, her eyes widened as she gagged with a vulgar sound, forced to drag herself off the shaft, a thick strand of saliva stuck to his messy shaft coated in her spit.
(Well... even a dark elf cannot deep throat him well now, but... could I?)
A dragon's throat was flexible, not only to adjust the pressure to increase the distance, width and spread of their breath attacks, but Dravanna noticed from Asuka that she could use it to tighten around Leonhardt's member... almost crushing it with the soft, muscular walls of her throat.
[I can't believe he's not awake... It's already so big!]
(Hah... His mana is still gathering, can't you sense it?)
[What!? Why can you sense his mana????]
Ifrit's face looked shocked,
Dravanna only chuckled, her six wings flapping as she flew up from the cupboard to press her tiny hands against Ifrit's back, and then her golden eyes shone brighter.
(Do you feel it? Can you see it?)
[What... All I can see is that elf swallowing his... Oh!? That... vortex, so much mana is gathering!?]
"Yes!" Nyxara gasped, feeling the shaft swell in her hand before a burst of sticky white exploded in her mouth and splattered her face. It clung to her cheeks, chin and nose, spilling most into her throat. The amount was so much that she almost vomited.
"...Gack!? M-More!?" She gasped, trying to swallow, but couldn't breathe well.
The strange situation wasn't noticed by the intoxicated dark elf, now writhing in his seed.
[Dravanna, can you smell it?]
(Ah, the scent of his seed has become dangerous, like a drug. Be careful that your little mind doesn't get addicted.)
It was already too late for Nyxara, who scooped the thick seed from her cheeks with her fingers and licked each clean. Though it wouldn't damage her permanently, the two origins who sniffed the air, their cheeks slightly flushed, proved that the upgrade of his Incubus bloodline when it merged with the Djinn and Fae bloodlines was immense.
[Zafira is going to go insane...]
(She's probably going to rape him if she smells this... or suck him dry.)
"Ah~" Nyxara sighed happily, finally licking her fingers clean and standing up, though her legs wobbled like a newborn lamb. The moment of her intoxication faded with a flash of purple light from her body. After that, her body became glossy and clean, while Nyxara turned to Leonhardt and smiled warmly.
Different from her playful or seductive smile... like a woman greeting her beloved.
"Hmm... it seems that I've become stronger."
Nyxara flexed her arms and felt more powerful, but it was nothing compared to the mana she could now control. With a mere thought, a swirl of shadow spread from her feet, wrapping her skin like a gentle mist that soothed her aches and bruises. "This..." She gasped, "I feel wonderful! This must be thanks to Master... no, he is more than just a Master, but my husband!"
[You aren't even dating!]
(Calm down, Ifrit, she's only a little elf... we all know you've staked your claim to be his wife.)
Ifrit's eyes glowed red with anger.
[Hmph! She's lucky that I am benevolent...]
(No... you just don't want him to hate you, right?")
[Heh, this room smells so bad.]
The dark elf's words made her want to strangle something.
However, Dravanna knew better than to get in the way of an innocent fantasy...
She understood that as a monster and man, Leonhardt would never choose Nyxara over Ifrit, or even Zafira.
Not that he would stop or mistreat the dark elf.
But now, she could have hope...
And for Dravanna, she would support the woman, not because she was exceptionally kind, but because Leonhardt would be happier when the women around him didn't fight visibly. He hated complicated things and aimed to make everyone happy.
A small chuckle rumbled from Dravanna's chest as Nyxara pulled the covers up to Leonhardt's neck, a gentle and caring caress brushed against his cheek.
"I should get something to eat..."
With that, she left the bed, walking with the most seductive sway and flick of her hips that the dragoness had ever seen... (Oh?) That's when she noticed the crimson eyes watching the buttocks vanish outside of the room.
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Leonhardt woke up the moment Nyxara touched him.
Even with his eyes closed, he could tell it was her from the feeling of her hand, the scent of her skin, and the sound of her breath, which was sweet and affectionate.
Through the bickering of Ifrit and Dravanna, the situation became even clearer as he checked his changes, the growth and what fusing bloodlines meant, rather than replacing each other... they covered and filled the weakness of the other.
'Though I don't think this is what normally happens...'
That made him wonder what allowed him to twist such logic, what the archmage did or the sacrifice she made to create a chimaera that could perfectly adjust and choose its bloodlines like this. 'I guess I shouldn't worry about that too much.'
The most exciting thing was enjoying a wakeup blowjob without asking for it...
'Damn her ass is so much more erotic now...' The way it jiggled and bounced with each sway of her hips was mesmerising, and he couldn't take his eyes off it even if the pair of fairies were watching.
[Stop pretending to be asleep...]
(He's enjoying the sight of his woman's ass, we both know that. Just be honest and ask him to look at yours.)
[Dravanna!]
(What? It's true, right?)
Leonhardt stifled his chuckle, and the two fairies flew down and sat on his chest, looking at each other. Then, the tanned man beneath them stared up at them.
"Morning, and thanks for watching over me... You both look exhausted, come here." He gently brushed both women, rubbing under Ifrit's chin, while for Dravanna, he rubbed the tip of her horns, to bring the same reaction.
[Mmmm...]
(Heh...)
Both leaned into his hand and let out a soft purr.
"Your mana is all over the place, so come back into my soul chamber. It's much bigger now, and you can change it slightly to how you desire, I promise."
The fairies glanced at one another and nodded; they couldn't use much of their abilities while this small. They kissed Leonhardt's hand before dispersing into tiny flickers of red and black, the small flecks of mana flowing into Leonhardt's abdomen.
"Thanks..." He touched his stomach. "Without you both, that girl would have suffered; I might have drained her to death."
He didn't want to imagine something so terrible, but it could have happened.
The two fairies responded from his mind with warmth and kindness, both proud and excited to be inside his body again.