The bed was a few steps away from the door. Aria had crafted this house for sleeping only; it was simple and sparsely furnished, with a bed and a wooden table. The door's click was Aria's cue. She slipped out of his grasp and spun around, her hands reaching up to cup his face. Her eyes closed, she stood on her toes for a kiss, only to bump their noses.

Aria touched her nose with a blushing smile. “S-Sorry.”

Asahi couldn't help but chuckle at her clumsiness. “You're adorable.”

She’d be having sex for the first time since parting with Ais — the nervousness and excitement showed in her actions.

Asahi's compliment erased the awkward air, allowing Aria to continue her task. This time, their lips met in a sweet kiss. Her lips were like the softest petals of a rose, creamy and smooth against his lips.

“Let me thank you properly for all of your kindness.” She briefly pulled back with a smile, remembering her fond time with Ais. The mere thought of Ais made her smile softly, a loving smile of a mother. “And accepting an invitation from a widow…”

His hands brushed around her waist, tracing each curve over her white silk dress. “I don't accept thanks.” He winked, smirking mischievously. He slid his hands lower and cupped her round ass. “But I'll gladly accept them.”

“You’re into butts?” 

“I equally love breasts.”

He eyed her tits, which were tightly wrapped in the silky white dress. The tightness revealed her nipples poking through, as she wasn’t wearing any bra or panties for that matter.

Her nipples pebbled beneath the sheer fabric of her dress as his calloused fingertips brushed over them. She drew in a sharp breath.  “Your dress fitted me to perfection.”

“I took your measurements.” He laughed as his glowing emerald eyes burned with passion. “With my eyes.”

She felt a rush of excitement and quickly unzipped the dress in the back. With a swift toss, the fabric flew up and her wind guided it to the bed.

Her full breasts sprang free and quivered. He lowered his mouth to one tight nipple. A low moan escaped her lips as her body arched against his. His tongue circled the hard bud. Her fingers tangled in the mess of his hair as she held him closer, savoring the moment. A gust of wind blew through the room, moving her hair wildly around her face, yet her mind remained blissfully unaware. Everything seemed distant to her, as she was lost in his worship of her bosom.

She threw her head back and clenched her eyes shut as his lips, teeth, and tongue relentlessly teased her breasts. He kissed and sucked them until they were swollen and hard in his mouth. Then he flicked his tongue over her nipples, one, then the other, around and around as she twisted against him.

“Don’t suck so hard,” she whispered sultrily. “They don’t have milk in them.”

Asahi pressed his face into the warmth of her chest, his breathing soft against her skin. He lifted his head to look at her and smiled. “They'll have milk once I'm done with you.”

Aria’s face reddened. “A-Are you going to impregnate me? I don’t know if Ais will welcome a sibling at her age…”

His subtle comment sent her daydreaming about a new child. A gentle smile stretched across her face, a smile filled with love and warmth. Her motherly smile stirred a deep passion within him. His heart raced as he became aware of his arousal, feeling the tightness of his shorts against his hardening shaft.

“We can puzzle it out later,” he said gruffly, lifting her off the ground by her ass and setting her on the wooden table. Spreading her legs, he admired her womanhood—the delicately wet folds of her soft skin, the pink petals of her arousal, framed by a tantalizing patch of golden hair.

Aria squeaked as he felt his warm breath against her. “What are you doing?”

“Relax. I want to taste a spirit,” he said and ran his tongue up her thigh. “A little salty, but pretty normal so far.”

She unconsciously clenched, and her wind disturbed the surroundings again. He couldn’t wait to see her rampage when she reached a climax.

To make her climax, he drew closer and used his tongue to explore her depths. Sweet and musky, she was an intoxicating blend of tastes. He held her hips firmly as she moved dramatically with each lap of his tongue and bucked against him. He inserted a finger into her slick tunnel while continuing to pleasure her clit.

He revitalized the nerves that had been slumbering for centuries.

“Ohhhh, my,” Aria moaned and ran her hands through his hair as she panted heavily. She thrust herself against him and wrapped her legs around him. “A-Asahi, you are good… so good~.”

As shivers raced through, the wind raged through the room. It tried to cut him, having no effect. The dress and the bed weren’t immune and were shoved into the wall.

Aria’s screams of ecstasy echoed, trying to drown her howling wind. She was too deep in her pleasure to notice anything, looking like the type to fully immerse in one task while ignoring the rest of the world.

He, fortunately, protected the table from being blasted. Her climax was soon over, the burst of pleasure leaving her heaving on the table. She moved her mess of sweaty hair from her face and took deep breaths. He circulated a chilly breeze through the room, which dried up her sweat within seconds.

“That was… breathtaking… Have you been doing this for a long time?”

“Since I was fourteen, I think,” he answered with a chuckle and licked her sweet nectar and rose to his feet.

She shuddered twice, once from his tongue, a second when he pulled down his shorts. His cock was hard, dripping with pre-cum, eagerly waiting to taste the widow. He didn’t expect to see Aria safely, much less expect to be on the verge of making love to her. 

Tonight wasn’t a dream come true for her alone; he was a part of it as well.

“By the heavens…” Aria gasped. “It’s… a masterpiece.”

It was certainly the kind she’d imagine on lonely nights, which was her every night on the 199th floor.

Asahi grinned. Receiving compliments from a beautiful and glamorous widow certainly made him happy.

“Prepare yourself.”

Aria giggled and leaned back until her elbow supported her upper body. Reaching down with one hand, she spread her lips, revealing her wet petals, a smirk adoring her face. “Hide your holy sword inside my dungeon.”

“Here comes the hero’s holy sword,” he said and thrust inside of her waiting tunnel.

Her eyes bulged as she let out a groan that shifted into a hiss of pleasure as he pulled back out. Despite his caress, she remained tight like a virgin.

He grunted at her tightness. “Are you sure Ais came out of here?”

“That was ages ago…” Aria said with a gentle smile. “My hymen might have healed.”

“Auto regeneration?”

She nodded, and he leaned over her and clasped her hands in his over her head as he thrust into her with slow, gentle movements. She gasped and her eyes fluttered shut as her mouth filled with muffled groans of pleasure.

Her wind flowed around them in a tame rhythm; she was in enough control of her wind.

“Asahi…” she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him. Her lips found his for a passionate kiss. “You can go faster. I’m ready for it.”

Her tempting voice tickled him. He nodded and released her hands. Leaning back, he gripped her waist and thrust. He slammed into her so hard his balls bounced against her ass.

Her muffled groans soon turned into full-blown cries of pleasure. He lifted the widow off the table and wrapped her legs around his waist. Golden hair surrounded them like a curtain as they clung to each other, electricity pulsing through their veins.

Relishing in the soft roundness of her body, he pressed into her until his cock rested against her cervix.

“Yenghhh!”

Her scream cut off in a strangled cry of ecstasy that melted into wordless noises as he began fucking her wet dripping pussy with increasing determination. Even as Aria’s wind dismantled the house and caught Fafnir’s interest, he continued making love to the soft widow in his arms. She also wildly twisted her waist to match his violent thrusts.

The rush of pleasure reached a crescendo. Aria wished for the blissful moment to stretch for eternity. She tried to cling to it, digging her nails into his back. She couldn’t conquer her urges. The heat running through her body reached a boiling point and then exploded.

“I am about to—”

“Inside! Do it inside!”

He froze with a forward and released his lust inside her. Her walls clung to him, squeezing every drop in his balls as though trying to fulfill Aria’s desires of another child.

“Hnghhh!” She released a strange cry as she felt his hot cum shoot into her womb, filling her with immeasurable satisfaction. Her eyes rolled back, and she lost consciousness.

They pressed together, twitching and throbbing for the briefest movement.

Asahi settled onto the ground, the lush grass cushioning his back. He carefully laid the mother of Ais in his arms, her golden locks spilling over his chest.

(She won’t be able to live without you anymore. Wind Spirit Milf conquered?)

He watched her intently, her face contorted in pleasure, eyes softly closed, and lips parted. She was lost in a world of unimaginable delight. There was no going back for Aria — this experience had forever changed her.

‘She might be pregnant.’

(Ais’s new sister?)

‘Haha. We’ll see.’

Fafnir arrived at his side, its red eyes beaming with curiosity. “I have never seen Aria this happy. Is sex that potent in giving bliss to the people involved?”

Asahi sat up and deftly pulled out a blanket from his spatial ring that began to unfold as if it were alive. He gently wrapped it around Aria's shoulders and then wrapped it around himself. “With the right partner, it sure is. You haven’t lived your life if you don’t experience sex once.”

Fafnir sat like an obedient puppy. “Our previous talk about giving me a new body… Would you be willing to make me a human woman?”

“I can.” Asahi smiled as he caressed Aria’s hair. “What incentive will I have in doing it?”

Fafnir lowered its head to the ground. “I’ll pledge my undying loyalty to you and Aria. She has raised me like her daughter. It is only right that I honor her by protecting her family.”

Aria’s warmth helped Fafnir tame the ravenous beast inside it. The beast that yearned for blood and chaos.

Asahi reached out and patted Fafnir’s head. He was just joking about getting something in return. Having a new dragon girl was more than enough consolation for bothering Ruby.

“Fine, I'll get it done soon. In the meantime, protect Aria with your life.”

“I will.”

Asahi looked at the ceiling, feeling Medusa’s eyes on him. “Your beloved child is pledging undying loyalty to me, an outsider. Does it bother you?”

The ceiling shook and trembled, causing crystals to rain down on him. Fafnir let out a deep, menacing growl. A furious cyclone of flames shot out from the dragon's mouth, incinerating the crystals into a fine dust.

“Mother…” Fafnir roared. “Do not attempt to harm us.”

Fafnir was born before Medusa became a part of Tartarus. Behemoth, Fafnir, and the Kraken (Leviathan) were all of Tartarus’s creation but without Medusa’s divinity, it had no control over any of them.

Medusa fell silent, for she had no answer to Fafnir’s defiance. She had Demi Spirits, the most poisonous kind, but sending them in Asahi’s presence would be foolish.

Asahi beckoned Fafnir and patted its head. “Good girl. You don’t mind if I call you a girl, right?”

“Of course not!” Fafnir nodded enthusiastically. “In return, allow me to address you as… father.”

“...”

“You’re powerful and kind. I can also smell many dragons' scent upon you. They have chosen you as their companion. It will be my honor to address you as my father.”

The woman in question stirred from her brief nap and peeked her head out of the blanket. Every one of her movements affected his length nestled within her.

“I-I passed out?”

Asahi chuckled, even as his erection was revitalized. “Yup.”

“Mou, I was supposed to thank you for helping me. I am such an embarrassment.” Aria pressed on his chest and pushed him down on the grass. “I’ll correct my mistakes now.”

She let out a flirty smirk and gently pulled the light blanket over them. Her hips moved from side to side, creating a slow, rippling effect as her walls caressed him. She pressed her body against his, the warmth of her chest melting into his as his cock throbbed between her legs. With her arms draped around his neck, she continued her hypnotic sway, each motion intensifying the pleasure they were sharing.

Fafnir saw the silhouettes moving energetically under the shroud and sighed.

‘They are more beast than me, an actual dragon.’

Not meaning to intrude, Fafnir gently flew away. Just as it disappeared on the horizon, Aria’s wind shredded the blanket. As shameless as they were, they continued their wild procreation.

After two powerful climaxes, he became tired of the cowgirl position. He grabbed her mature waist and lifted her onto a nearby tree.

“Turn around and put your hands on the tree.”

Aria was barely able to contain her excitement as she spun around and pressed her palms into the rough bark of the tree. Waving her butt, she looked over her shoulder. “Ah! Like this?”

“Perfect.”

He stepped close and squeezed her buttocks, his hips pushing forward with a deep grunt. His powerful thrusts sent pleasure rippling through her body.

He thrust into her mercilessly, and her moans were like a siren song that urged him to go faster and harder. His eyes were closed in blissful concentration, and she accepted him fully, eagerly devouring every ounce of him that their fervor unleashed. He was intent on giving Ais a sibling, and she was equally intent on receiving all of his offering.

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Dragon orgy?