Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls

Chapter 553: Lust Dragon (R-18)

Nidhogg’s hand was an ancient instrument of pleasure, moving with an unrelenting firmness and an intimacy that only a creature who knew the essence of life could possess. Each movement was an affirmation, a claim. She wasn’t just touching him; she was studying him, savoring every reaction, every tremor, every muscle contraction.

But she wanted more.

With a fluid, silent movement, she drew even closer, her colossal body molding perfectly to his back. Kael felt the water shift, and then felt something infinitely softer and heavier pressing against his back. Her breasts, enormous and firm, crushed against his shoulders and upper back, the warm skin and soft scales creating an electrifying contrast. Her hard nipples brushed against his skin, sending new shocks of pleasure throughout his body.

She enveloped him completely. One arm continued its meticulous and relentless work between his legs, while the other wrapped around his torso, the large hand spreading across his chest, feeling his racing heart pounding against his ribs. She pulled him back, sinking him even further into the warmth and softness of her body.

"Better this way," she growled directly in his ear, her voice a deep vibration he felt in his bones. "I can feel everything. Every tremor of yours. Every beat of your desperate heart."

Kael groaned, his head falling back against her shoulder. His hands gripped the edge of the pool, his knuckles white. The dual sensation was overwhelming: the rhythmic, perfect pressure on his member, and the soft, warm crush of her breasts against his back. The primordial water seemed to react, tiny sparks of golden energy rising through his skin wherever they touched.

"Elion," she whispered, her lips brushing the line of his jaw. "She’ll probably be nervous because I touched her beloved son, but fuck it."

She quickened the pace of her hand, her grip becoming wetter, more slippery with the combination of primordial water and her own desire.

Kael let out a hoarse groan, his hips beginning to move involuntarily, seeking more of that perfect friction.

"I waited," she confessed, and there was a spark of genuine anxiety in that normally so controlled voice. "I’m quite observant, you know? Even though I’m stuck in this world, I still observe the world around me quite a bit, you know? Ever since you were born, I’ve observed a lot, you know?"

She gently bit his trapezius muscle, not a possessive bite, but one of pure need. "And now you’re here. Trembling in my hands. Melting in my water. And it’s better... much better than I imagined."

Her hand on Kael’s chest moved down, past his tense abdominal muscles, until it found his hip bone. She held him firmly, anchoring him, controlling the rhythm of his thrusts while her other hand continued to work him with a skill that shouldn’t be possible for a first time.

"You’re close," she declared, not asked. She knew. She felt every muscle contracting, every gasping breath. "Do you want to explode in my hands, Kael? Do you want to mark this water with your essence? Do it. Show me. I want to see. I want to feel."

Her words were a command, a permission, and an encouragement, all in one. She increased the speed to a furious pace, her grip becoming almost cruel in its precision, focused on the sensitive head and the brake. The embrace from behind tightened, crushing him in a hug of flesh, scales, and pure draconic power.

Kael could no longer think. The universe shrank to the heat of the water, to her heat, to the pressure building in his lower abdomen with overwhelming force. Nidhogg’s low, continuous growl in his ear was the only music that mattered.

"Yes... now... for me," she commanded, her voice a mixture of triumph and desire.

And Kael obeyed.

With a muffled cry that echoed off the living walls of the bathroom, his body arched violently against her. Waves of pure, incandescent pleasure exploded from his center, coursing through every nerve, every fiber of his being. He gushed in thick, hot jets that mingled with the golden waters, the surrounding mana currents glowing intensely in response to the release of vital energy.

Nidhogg held him throughout the convulsion, her gentle but relentless hand extracting every last drop of pleasure from him, prolonging the spasms until they bordered on pain. She nestled her face against his neck, inhaling deeply, as if drinking in the sound of his ecstasy.

Finally, when the last tremors left him, leaving him weak and breathless, leaning fully against her and the edge of the pool, she slowed her pace until she stopped. Her hand, now sticky and warm, remained wrapped around him for a moment, gently caressing his hypersensitive skin.

"Hmm," she murmured, satisfied, licking her lips near his ear. "Exactly as I expected. Intense. Deliciously human... and a little more." She let out a warm sigh. "And it’s only the beginning, my bearer of burdens. The sap still has a lot of work to do... and so do I."

The force that surged through Kael was as sudden as the wave of pleasure that had just passed. He was still trembling, his body still pulsing with the intensity of the release, but a different energy took control.

It wasn’t just primordial mana; it was something that came from within him, from that core of resistance Nidhogg had mentioned.

With a swift, fluid movement that surprised the dragoness, he turned within the water. The golden currents rippled, forming small undulations around their torsos. Her hands, previously gripping the edge of the pool, now found Nidhogg’s broad wrists.

He didn’t grip them violently, but with a decisive firmness that halted the movement of her hands, pinning them against her own shoulders.

Nidhogg stood still for a second, her golden eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and intense delight. A slow, wild smile curved her lips.

"Quite violent," she murmured, her voice a low growl of approval. "The strength that emerges after submission... interesting."

Kael didn’t respond with words. He was still breathing deeply, his eyes fixed on hers. The sadness that had crept onto his face had touched something within him. Something beyond desire, beyond physical gratification.

He leaned in, his lips meeting hers.

It wasn’t a kiss of conquest or domination.

It was a test, an investigation. He felt the unique texture of her skin, the almost scalding heat of her mouth, the light pressure of small, pointed teeth.

It was new to her, that much was clear.

A hesitant, almost clumsy movement, followed by a desperate pressure, as if she were trying to consume the experience through force.

He pulled away, just an inch, his lips still almost touching hers.

"That... was your first kiss?" he asked, his voice still hoarse, but more controlled.

The expression in her golden eyes changed. The wildness and delight diminished, replaced by a strange, instantaneous vulnerability. She seemed... smaller. Not in size, but in presence.

"I..." she began, her voice losing that ancestral tone of certainty. "Did I mess it up? Was it bad? Wasn’t it... enough?"

Kael watched her. The ancient dragoness, a force of nature, a draconic deity who had toyed with him like a cat with a mouse, now seemed genuinely concerned with the technique of a kiss.

He let out a long, deep sigh, a sigh that carried the weight of all his struggles, but also a sudden acceptance.

"No," he said simply. "It didn’t ruin anything."

And then, he showed her how.

He moved closer again, but this time with a different intention. His hands released her wrists and rose to cup her face, his fingers intertwining in the damp, silvery hair at the base of her neck.

The kiss he gave her was genuine.

It was slow.

It was exploratory.

It was gentle, but not weak.

He led, showing her the dance of their lips, the exchange of breath, the moment where pressure turned to softness and softness to shared warmth.

Nidhogg was still at first, her eyes closing. Then, a tremor ran through her body. She began to respond, following his movements, mimicking, then adapting. Her hand, now free, rose to touch his face, her large, surprisingly delicate fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

When he finally pulled away, both were breathing heavily. The primordial water around seemed to have quieted, the golden currents pulsing at a slower, more synchronized rhythm.

Nidhogg looked at him, her golden eyes now carrying a new depth.

"Love at first sight exists," she repeated, her voice softer now.

"I only believe in destiny," he said, and the words carried the weight of all the forced choices, all the battles fought not out of desire, but out of necessity. It was a philosophy forged in steel and blood, not in the golden threads of predestination.

But Nidhogg’s eyes shone even brighter. To her, perhaps they were the same.

Kael said nothing more. Actions, not words, were the language he understood best now. His arms, strengthened by a life of conflict and now infused with the revitalizing energy of the primordial sap, moved with silent determination. He slid his hands down her arms, to her broad back, then to the back of her monumental thighs.

Nidhogg let out a sound of surprise—a soft "oh?"—as he applied his strength. Despite his colossal size, the muscular and skeletal density of an ancient dragoness, he lifted her. Not with Herculean effort, but with a fluid, resolute force that spoke of an inner power that transcended the physical. The primordial water resisted, clinging to them like golden honey, before yielding with a gentle sound.

In one continuous motion, he set her on the wide, living wooden edge of the pool. The wood was warm to the touch, pulsing gently with the same energy that filled the water. Nidhogg sat there, her skin and scales dripping, her golden eyes fixed on him with pure, intense curiosity. The height difference was now almost irrelevant; he stood in the water, his chest level with hers.

"Kael...," she began, her voice a mixture of questioning and anticipation.

He didn’t answer. Instead, his hands found the inside of her knees. With a firm but not rough touch, he gently parted her legs, spreading them apart. The water that trickled from her skin formed small silvery rivulets on the dark wood.

And then he saw.

Between her powerful thighs, where the dark blue scales gradually gave way to skin as soft and pale as magnolia petals, lay her vulva. It was undeniably human in form, but with an almost surreal perfection. Pink, moist not only from the pool water but from her own evident desire, inner lips delicately swollen and inviting. There was nothing monstrous or strange about it; it was a raw, primal beauty, a striking contrast to the rest of her majestic hybrid form.

Kael stood still for a moment, just looking. The air in the bathroom seemed to grow heavier, the blue steam dancing more slowly.

"Her human form," he finally said, his voice hoarse and low, "is quite beautiful."

Nidhogg held her breath. A slight blush—a strange and enchanting phenomenon in a creature like her—rose up her neck and chest. She said nothing, but her eyes pleaded, begged, commanded.

Kael complied.

He leaned forward, his hands resting on her soft inner thighs. His first touch was with his lips, a soft, exploratory kiss on her outer lips. Nidhogg shuddered violently, a tremor that ran through her entire colossal body. A low, drawn-out moan escaped her throat.

Then he truly began.

His tongue traced a slow, deliberate path, exploring every fold, every curve. Her taste was unique—a mixture of the metallic honey of primordial mana, the salt of sweat, and something indefinably hers, wild and ancient. It was intoxicating. He applied firm pressure, finding her clitoris already swollen and sensitive, and focused on it with the devotion of a scholar.

"Ah! K-Kael...!" Her name came out as a cut sigh, her voice losing all ancestral affectation, sounding young, surprised, and incredibly vulnerable. Her large hands gripped the edge of the wood, her claws digging lightly into the living surface.

He wasn’t in a hurry. This wasn’t about his own immediate gratification, nor even about dominating her. It was an exploration. A return. He savored her, learning her reactions: the sharp gasp when he sucked gently, the deep moan when his tongue slid inside her, the rhythmic contraction of her inner muscles around his tongue.

He listened to her. Every sound she made was a guide. He felt every tremor, every muscle contraction beneath her lips and hands. Her thighs began to tremble around her head, trying to close, but his hands on her inner thighs held her open, gently but firmly.

"I waited... so long... to feel..." she moaned, her words broken, her head thrown back, her long, wet silver hair spread over the wood. "I... didn’t know... it could be... like this..."

Kael increased the intensity, his rhythm becoming more insistent, his tongue dancing and pressing mercilessly against her most sensitive spot. His hands moved from her thighs to her hips, holding her in place as her body began to writhe.

Her orgasm wasn’t silent. It was a declaration. A hoarse, guttural cry that echoed in the colossal bathroom, making the steam tremble and the golden currents in the water pulse frenetically. Her body arched violently, her back arching away from the edge before falling back, trembling uncontrollably. Kael held her through it all, his tongue and soft lips prolonging the waves of pleasure until they turned into gasping sighs.

When he finally pulled away, his chin was wet, his lips glistening. He looked at her. Nidhogg was undone. Heavy breathing, hazy, unfocused golden eyes, body still trembling with occasional spasms. She seemed more real than ever.

She looked at him, trying to form words. Finally, a slow, disheveled smile appeared on her lips.

"Destiny," she gasped, "tastes... very good."