FVN Chapter 14: Zephyr Forest - A Dragons Pink Dream
Chapter 14: Zephyr Forest - A Dragons Pink Dream
Chapter 14: Zephyr Forest - A Dragons Pink Dream
⁜ Xavida POV
"Mmm..."
Inside a black bed with huge pillars and white silk, a beautiful woman slept peacefully, her clothes kicked off and wearing only her dark blue thong as she rolled over onto her back, spreading out.
A scent lingered in the air, the distance so far normal people would never sense this, the sound of a quiet roar reverberating in the west.
The sounds and scent caused her chest to race suddenly, causing the sleeping dragoness to open her beautiful eyes with a stunned look, snapping her gaze to the window facing the Zephyr Forest.
There was something inside the forest that called out to her.
"Papa?"
In her sleepy daze, she mistook the roaring dragon.
She felt her body shudder from its powerful aura, just like her father in the past before he got sick. Xavida began slowly wrapping herself in a black and purple robe and light leather armour and stepped onto the window before two beautiful pale pink wings expanded.
Thin like pieces of silk but glistening with her beautiful pink scales, she stepped into the air, both wings fluttering as she glided through the skies. A warm breeze from the eastern continent caused her to smile with delight.
'I love flying~ and I can feel Dad's presence in this dream.'
Her mood improved instantly as she flew closer towards the roaring dragon in the Zephyr Forest, the feeling growing stronger as she felt her body tremble with anticipation and delight, racing over the Wolven highlands with pink scales covering her cheeks and thighs, twirling in the air.
'This feeling...'
She was excited as if reuniting with her father, who left her alone in the real world, her heart beating rapidly as she landed on a tall branch that rattled from her weight with anxiety filling her mind now only a few hundred metres from the loud sounds of combat and roaring.
Xavida's normally cold face looked relaxed as her purple eyes focused on the distance.
Seeing the flash of a long weapon, she felt confused as her father used a shortsword. Yet this weapon was immense.
A long red pole with beautiful golden runes written in dragon language and a huge sword-like blade tore monsters apart in a frenzy as the beautiful black hair and crimson eyes flashed in her vision from the dragon's dance of battle and dominance.
'So amazing and fierce...'
She noticed slowly this wasn't her father, but the feeling in her chest only grew worse the moment she accepted that fact.
'Who?'
'Who are you?'
Xavida convinced herself, rolling around as her robe fell from her shoulders, revealing her smooth shoulder as she hugged the pillow, smiling happily before the intense heat overtook her, the scent of his body and aura still pouring through the window, as quietly, her mind lost the battle...
She slowly slipped her fingers under her soft, silken robes and traced along her squishy pink scales, moaning as her tail wrapped around the bedpost.
"Ah~"
'It's his fault...'
"I am not lewd... this is his fault... Just a dream... it's only a dream."
Her violet eyes lit up as Xavida found the source of her "heat" and began rubbing herself, feeling the strangely soft, sticky scales that parted and caused her body to tremble while she slid her fingers along them faster, for more of this exciting sensation; biting her lip as her legs clamped shut, trying to hold back the embarrassing moans as she whispered.
"Ah~ Ah~ Mmmm~ stupid... don't hold my hand...!"
An ethereal image of a beautiful white dragon and a fierce black dragon appeared, wrapped around her back. She had formed the black dragon with crimson eyes.
The two curled around each other in her imagination, causing her to lose herself in her strange pleasure as the two dragons seemed to become intimate and mate.
Her eyes closed tightly, followed by the loud panting voice of Xavida, who gripped her quilt tightly, making a rather sticky mess on her bed.
A gentle whisper with no denial left her lips as she began to calm down slowly, barely enough for bugs to hear her soft words. "Ah~ it felt so good... Asura..."
On this night, thinking she was in a dream, the white dragon discovered the pleasures of self-comfort for the first time, with a hateful man figure filling her mind throughout the act.
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⁜ Mu Xue POV
Meanwhile, as the white dragon enjoyed her sweet *dream* Asura's battle continued as Mu Xue became harsher upon feeling the presence of another woman and seeing the gaze they shared, her jealous heart sprang into action.
She began to collect stronger monsters, elite variants, as her eyes were filled with a lustful glint, seeing the huge changes in Asura's aura and his body, the tight muscles, his beautiful creamy skin filled with wounds...
'His magic... it's identical to mine... Asura, he loves me so much...'
Mu Xue began to convince herself as Asura fought, slaying the monsters as his crimson lance danced through the forest, cutting down everything in his path as his breathing became ragged and heavy, his stamina and mana exhausted.
Yet each time he killed a monster, a portion was restored, while most was used to increase his foundation. Mu Xue didn't know exactly what he was doing, but the purity and density of his magic were increasing before her eyes.
'So I must continue!'
'To make him the strongest man, to love me even more than that weird dragon girl!'
The two girls were already fighting strange battles due to him, where their feelings would lead.
Asura was unaware as his blade killed countless beasts and monsters.