Chapter 33: Apologies for not fully satisfying Lord Leon, it’s truly regrettable
Rosvitha has always firmly held the reins of anything, including the ‘marital communication’ with Leon.
Indeed, she yearned to be conquered by Leon. But that was just her personal desire. Compared to the control inherent in the Dragon Clan for thousands of years, this desire had to take a backseat.
Tonight was no exception.
After successfully unlocking the first gate of Leon with the dragon tattoo, the reaction of the dragon tattoo did not subside.
A deep purple light shimmered in front of the couple’s chests. It was a corrupt light, a light of desire, a filthy light. Every time this light occupied their vision, both of them felt an uncontrollable sense of shame deep in their hearts.
And the only way to cover this light was to huddle together tightly, attempting to extinguish this filthy light in the warmth of ambiguity.
However, what they did was still far from enough. The dim light of the dragon tattoo escaped from the cracks, just like the feelings and admiration they tried so hard to conceal from each other.
Experiencing this shame countless times, which made both of them blush and their hearts race, they let it run wild countless times as well. They could only immerse all their attention in intimacy with each other, in an attempt to escape the pursuit of shame.
However, as the kiss continued, Rosvitha faintly felt something unusual. This man was becoming somewhat strange, as if… there was a renewed feeling.
Suddenly, he moved. He wanted to take control.
Naturally, Rosvitha wouldn’t agree. The resonance of the dragon tattoo wasn’t strong enough to inflate her desire to be conquered.
Rosvitha remained the noble and aloof Dragon King, always the one to dominate Leon. She raised her hand and pressed it against Leon’s chest, pushing him back. Her queenly eyes were seductive, her gaze soft and alluring.
“Stay still, don’t move,” she commanded.
She wasn’t surprised by Leon’s resistance; he often tried to assert dominance even when submitting assignments.
But Rosvitha controlled the dragon tattoo. No matter how steadfast Leon Casmode’s heart was, it couldn’t resist the intrusion of the dragon tattoo; he could only be manipulated by Rosvitha.
So, every time the dog of a man resisted, it was more of a pleasure for Rosvitha. Sure enough, after the first warning, Leon still attempted to resist.
Rosvitha chuckled and immediately activated the dragon tattoo to a greater extent. The light shone brighter, reflecting the queen’s triumphant smile. But in the next moment, she was momentarily frozen by the force on her shoulder.
In astonishment, Leon suddenly sprang up like a pouncing leopard, pinning Rosvitha down by the shoulders and taking control in one swift motion.
Rosvitha lay on the pillow, staring at the figure above her in shock. There was a complex mix of emotions in her silver eyes: shock, panic, but also a hint of joy and anticipation.
Her man… had resisted the baptism of the dragon tattoo?
Thud, thud, thud…
Rosvitha looked at that handsome and resolute yet expressionless face. She could hear her own heartbeat quickening.
Fantastic.
This man was fantastic.
Free from the control of the dragon tattoo, he was determined to control her at all costs, making her struggle and plead in those large, rough hands…
The queen’s slender eyebrows curved into two crescents, and silver light flowed from them.
“Rosvitha,” Leon called her name, his tone cold and low.
He lifted Rosvitha’s neck, bringing her ear close to his mouth, “Don’t you dare die later.”
Rosvitha embraced these strong and martial arms, listening to his threat.
Normally, she would have retorted. But now, she just wanted to quietly enjoy the panic and oppression Leon brought her. To her, that was the most wonderful love language in the world.
And as it turned out, Leon’s threat wasn’t just a scare.
Rosvitha’s earlier feeling was correct; Leon did indeed have a transformative and rejuvenating feeling.
Was it because of the opening of the first gate? Well, it inadvertently added some spice to their married life.
At the back of her head, it felt like there was a bomb hidden. And the fuse of the bomb was the slender spine of the beautiful woman, extending all the way to the soft small of her back.
Under the man’s threat of death, the flames of desire raced along the spine like a fuse, finally detonating that bomb.
In an instant.
Her skull buzzed incessantly, the world spinning before her eyes. In just a few milliseconds, Rosvitha felt like she had ascended to heaven and then plummeted into hell.
Her dispersed silver pupils gradually refocused after about a dozen seconds. Sensations in her body and various senses also began to return.
She blinked, staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling the warmth of her body still lingering.
“Like… it was all a dream.”
Without hearing a response from the person beside her, her chin was gently pinched, and she felt the soft touch of lips.
The light kiss marked the end of this wonderful journey. Or perhaps it was just a comma. After all, who knew if they would submit another assignment later.
With the kiss nearly over, Rosvitha felt like she could rest now. Because that’s how it usually was. But Leon didn’t seem to have any intention of letting go.
Hey, what’s this dog of a man up to? Planning for round two seamlessly?
Rosvitha gently pushed Leon away to give herself a chance to speak. “Why the hurry? Let me rest a bit.”
Leon remained serious and didn’t answer her. Instead, he kissed her again.
Rosvitha suddenly felt like she was dating a child. There’s supposed to be a “dating” part in dating, isn’t there? You can’t just “love without talking,” right?
But there was nothing she could do to stop him, so she had to just go along with this idiot for now.
About five minutes later, presumably after the man had had his fill of kissing and calmed down, he finally let go of Rosvitha.
Blushing, Rosvitha sighed with relief and lay back down. The two of them lay sprawled on the big bed, the blanket already kicked to the floor.
They both stared at the ceiling in silence.
After a while, Leon finally spoke, “Did you feel it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Different.”
Rosvitha’s pupils flickered slightly, then she nodded. “Hmm, it’s very different from before.”
Leon slowly raised his arm, looking at the palm of his hand. “It’s like there’s endless strength in my body, and this strength… it’s very pure.”
Rosvitha closed her eyes. “Hmm, indeed there’s strength, I felt it. But do you have to use this newfound power for something like this with me?”
Leon glanced at her, retorting, “A dragon slayer learns a new skill. Using it on a dragon, isn’t that reasonable?”
The queen kicked his waist with her foot. “What’s reasonable about that? It’s clearly preposterous!”
“Shall we continue?”
Rosvitha hesitated, biting her lip, conflicted.
The experience just now had indeed reached a whole new level, and her desire to be conquered by Leon had been thoroughly satisfied. But as Leon reminded her—don’t die.
If it happened a few more times at that intensity, dying might be an exaggeration, but… fainting would still be embarrassing!
She’d be mocked by the dog of a man for a long time.
Moreover, the fact that he could now break free from the control of the dragon tattoo meant that Rosvitha had lost the opportunity to take the initiative. This situation was very unfavorable for her.
Until she figured out a way to balance Leon, it was better to “avoid the battle” as much as possible.
After thinking it over, although Rosvitha was reluctant to let go of the entirely new experience, she restrained herself.
“That’s enough for tonight,” she said.
Leon had no intention of forcing her. When he asked if they should continue, he just wanted to test the limits of his new body after opening the first gate.
However, looking at the weakened state of the mother dragon—
Rosvitha probably wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer before Leon could even test his limits, right?
Heh, is this the mighty dragon’s body?
Fragile!
As expected, she yearns to be conquered by Leon one day. 🥰
Finally he’s in control