Reincarnated as a Dragon – The path of the Dragon God

The two stopped dead in their actions and movements. Even Rayne, who had fallen unconscious, jolted wide awake. She sat up like the dead rising from a coffin and stared at the doorway of the bathroom that had no door, only strips of curtains.

The shame and pride Rayne had set aside came rushing back into her conscience. She turned her alarmed gaze to Henry, who was still connected with Alani below.

“Stop it, you two,” Rayne shouted as quietly as she could. “We’re about to get caught and you two are still joint down there. Have some shame!”

Alani also seemed to have regained her shame as red enveloped her face. “Henry, I think we should stop for now. I don’t want to be seen by anyone other than you, Henry.”

Instead of heeding both of his women’s words, Henry continued pounding Alani’s rear, resuming the moans of pleasure that reverberated around the room.

“Henry, have you gone utterly insane?!” Rayne berated. “Are you fine with exposing yourself?”

Henry smiled reassuringly. “Oh, don’t worry. We won’t be exposed. They are not so boorish as to just walk into a bathroom without any shred of discretion.”

“How would you know?”

“Just watch,” Henry said without stopping for even a brief moment. Alani had become a blob of mess. She had just cleaned her body but all her efforts had been in vain. All manners of bodily fluids were being squeezed out of her due to Henry’s ferocious pounding. Tears and saliva were dripping off of her fucked-silly face. She was cumming every few thrusts, dyeing everything below her in her fluids.

“Lord Henry,” came a woman’s voice from the doorway. She was just standing around the corner, out of the view of the bathroom.

“What is it?” Henry asked, not stopping his thrusts.

“Her Majesty sent me. She wants to know if you have been enjoying yourself. She’s also worried that you are in need of some assistance since you have been in the bath for so long. Are you in need of any assistance, Lord Henry?”

“We’re fine here. We are simply enjoying the bath to its fullest as she had intended. Tell her that her hospitality has been amazing so far.”

“I will relay the praise to her, Lord Henry. Is there anything else?”

“That will be all. Expect us to be in here for one more hour.”

“Very well, Lord Henry. Take your time. Just ring the bell if you need anything.”

“I will.”

The woman said nothing else and took her leave. From the sound of her quickened steps, it was evident that she had realised what Henry was doing with Alani and Rayne.

“Damn you, Henry,” Rayne hissed. “She found out. Now, she’s going to report this back to Vishara.”

“Of course, she does. It would be weird if she doesn’t. She may be a lowly maid but she’s a vampire nonetheless. Even if we stopped before she came, she or the others would have found one way or another eventually.”

“How can you be so calm?” Rayne questioned.

“Why are you so worried? So what if she knew? It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Saying so, Henry finally released her lust into Alani’s receiving hole. She let out a beastly cry as her womb was flooded by a tide of semen.

Alani reached her peak of pleasure and beyond when she felt Henry’s seed in her. The pleasure surged through her body like lightning. Her body convulsed for a while before falling limp.

Henry quickly caught her before she could fall into the water. He brought her out of the bath and laid her down beside Rayne.

“Nothing to be ashamed of?” Rayne scoffed. “How is any of these nothing to be ashamed of? How would you feel if there was a couple fucking just right outside your nest?”

“If they were my guests, I would leave them be and simply tell them to clean up after themselves.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Quit the act, Rayne,” Henry said.

“What act?” Rayne shot him a glare.

“You’re just jealous, aren’t you?”

“I am not,” she denied.

Henry snickered and got behind Rayne in a blink of an eye.

“W-what are you— Uhh~!” A loud moan escaped her lips as a result from having her womanly cavern pierced. Immediately, she reached her climax, dousing her legs and Henry’s in her love fluids.

“Came from just a single thrust. Who’s the one who doesn’t have any shame here?” Henry teased, wrapping his arms around Rayne’s body.

“S-shut… up,” Rayne retorted in a slur. Contrary to her tone and words, she had a gleeful, silly expression. The pleasure was undeniable. She wasn’t even struggling or resisting as Henry began to knead her bosom and fiddle with her flower bud. She was even moaning without restraint every time her sensitive spots were pinched.

Hearing her uninhibited cries, Henry increased the strength and speed of his thrusts. He used both of his hands on her ample mounds, kneading them like the softest dough there was.

“Nooo!” Rayne cried but she did nothing to resist Henry nor push him away. She just stayed there and allowed herself to be played and toyed with. One look at her face could make anyone understand she was simply acting coy. Her expression was one of absolute ecstasy. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!!” she cheered as if the long-awaited prize was finally in her hands. However—

—Henry stopped moving.

“Why did you stop!?” Rayne screamed, looking over her shoulder with despair written all over her face. “Don’t stop now!”

Henry only chuckled. “I’ll move once you become honest with yourself.”

Rayne tutted.

“Come on, now. Just say the words I want to hear and I will make you cum. Or we can just stay here until an hour goes by.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me,” Henry said, grinning.

Rayne turned away with a huff. She began to move her hips by herself but Henry stopped her from doing so.

“Nah-uh-uh. You are not allowed to move until you become honest with yourself.”

“Fuck you.”

“Well, we are already doing that so… You have to be completely honest.”

She was so close to her orgasm and the pleasure ceased right then and there. Her lust was at its peak when Henry stopped moving. Desperate for the release, she could only set aside her shame and pride once more. But before she could do so, she was suddenly thrown to the floor.

“Naughty bitch,” Henry snarled frivolously at Rayne and crouched down behind her.

Before she could ask what he was doing, he struck her posterior hard with his hand. She let out a sharp squeal that made her cum with her eyes rolling back at the same time.

Henry slapped her arse again.

She squealed even louder than before. Drools and tears flew off from her face.

“Is this what you want? Is this why you refused to be honest with yourself?”

“N-no! That’s not—”

Henry didn’t wait for her words and plunged his whole phallus into her once more. That’s all he did. He inserted himself into her and stayed in that position without moving his hips back and forth.

Rayne shrieked in utter glee as Henry’s rod hit the depths of her womb. Pain and pleasure mixed together in a strange and euphoric harmony, bringing her to another round of climax, bigger than before. She shuddered as if she had been struck by lightning. In a sense, it probably felt like she was struck by lightning but instead of pain, it was the rawest sense of euphoria.

“You continue to deny it but what’s that look for? Not even a whore could make that kind of face.”

“I-I’m not a w-whore…” she baulked to the best of her ability. She could hardly think straight with the amount of pleasure surging into her brain and spreading across her whole body.

Henry struck her rear once more. 

Rayne squealed. An ecstatic grin adorned her gleefully smiling face.

Henry wriggled his rod inside of Rayne, drawing out slurred moans and words from her.

“P-please… stop…”

“Oh? You don’t want this anymore? Fine. I suppose I’ll pull out and go back to Alani.”

“No!” Rayne yelled and slammed her hips down until it hit Henry’s crotch. “Hmmmm~!”

“What’s this? Don’t you want me to stop?”

“D-damn you… Just s-shut up and keep moving…”

Henry sighed. “My dear sweet Rayne…” he said, stroking her reddened posterior that was quivering from pain and pleasure. “Why can’t you be honest with yourself?”

“I’m being… h-honest right n-now, you dunce!”

“Are you now?” Henry taunted, gripping her rear mounds tightly.

Rayne bit down a squeal. She tried moving her hips, desperate for the pleasure to continue, but Henry stopped her from doing so. She looked at him, affronted, but he only returned a smirk. As much as she refrained herself from yielding, her desire for the euphoric release overcame her ego. Her facade crumbled. Tears streamed down her face.

“Are you crying right now?” Henry asked, frowning. He didn’t expect her to cry. He expected to just spat out some sweet words for him to hear just so he would continue. But to burst into actual tears of all things, Henry was at a loss.

“That’s because you’re being mean,” Rayne murmured. Gone was all of her usual headstrong bearing, replaced by a meek demeanour that looked frail enough to be broken by a single word of abuse.

Henry leaned forward. He kissed her all over the back of her shoulders and neck, trailing up to her cheek while fondling her mounds with two peaking tips. “You only need to be honest with yourself, Rayne,” he whispered into her ear before eating the lobes.

She moaned softly. Lust once again glazed over her eyes as she met Henry’s teasing gaze.

Henry flinched. The sight of a teary and meek Rayne was something far too destructive for his own good. He felt like dropping the act and comforting her in his embrace. However, there was another side of him that only saw the opportunity. He wanted to make her cry even more. Torn between the two choices, he went for the middle ground.

Rayne was prepared to be struck again but instead, a hand gently cupped her face and guided her lips to Henry’s own. As they kissed, she was flipped around and she was now lying on her back. Henry was on top of her, looking down at her with a wry smile, stroking her cheeks gently.

“You are so beautiful, Rayne. If you weren’t such a bitch, you would have become my first love instead of Yula.”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” Rayne said but not in her usual overbearing tone. Her tone had turned soft and frail. She wrapped her arms around Henry’s head and pulled him in for another round of kisses. It started off gentle but the slow and tender motions were not enough to satisfy the two. The delicate kiss devolved into a sloppy mess of tongue-clashing.

Henry could no longer hold himself back and resumed pounding the daylights of Rayne.

The Zeva herself moaned gleefully into Henry’s mouth. When she felt that she was close to her climax, she wrapped her legs around Henry’s waist, pulling him as deep as his rod could go in her womb and beyond. Her belly was bulging out as a result of accommodating something far bigger than her womb could hold.

There was no agony shown on her face despite having her belly and womb stretched out. It only hastened and intensified her pleasure. She came hard after a few thrusts and this time, she was not shy in voicing out her ecstasy.

Witnessing Rayne finally being honest with her desires, Henry soon felt his next orgasm approaching. He sped up his thrusts and embraced Rayne as tight as he could without breaking her, though he did end up breaking her in a different manner when he finally released his seed into her.

Rayne shouted into Henry’s mouth when she felt her womb being flooded by his seed. Her body convulsed harder than before and her cunt sprayed out her love juice in strong gushes. Henry’s seed kept coming and she kept cumming. Their orgasms lasted a few minutes. When it all ended, Rayne’s belly was bloated from all the cum she took in and a small white stream could be seen overflowing from her holy hole.

Euphoria twisted her face into the broken smile of a woman that witnessed the greatest pleasure in the world.

“I-I love you… Henry…” Those words left her lips shortly before she fell unconscious while still in Henry’s tight embrace.