Chapter 122 – The Monmus Family (5)
The morning in the Dragon Mountains was bright. I stretched out and got out of bed. The ice caps were glistening in the morning sunlight. Next to me, Artie was asleep, hugging my waist tightly. Traces of last night’s intense love affair remained all over her body. I stroked her cheek once and slipped away.
Rare was equipped with magic tools that worked in various ways. The magic tool that was boiling water in front of me was an unethical coffee pot that sealed the fire spirit and made it burn forever. The temperature was higher than that of an oven or brazier, so the water boiled in an instant.
I took out the coffee powder from the kitchen, mixed it properly, and drank a cup. Artie has little interest in ‘humans’ per se, but she is the type to be very interested in the by-products of human civilization. Artie said when I showed interest in her magical spheres.
She said, “It was made by Evangeline when she was with me. She really liked coffee.”
Evangeline seemed to have a surprisingly good taste. Because the coffee beans were also quite high quality. The preservation magic was applied so well that there was no change in taste or anything strange about it, even though it was clear that it was stocked thousands of years ago.
I touched the magic tool in the living room while drinking coffee. It’s been about a week, but I still haven’t mastered all the magic tools inside this rare. Nevertheless, there was no discomfort in life to the extent that it was similar to or slightly better than when living in the mansion. As Arti said, if it weren’t for Evangeline’s work or my estate, it would be a place so prosperous that she might live as a pet for the rest of her life.
“Lucius?”
Artie whined in bed. I put down my coffee cup and went back to bed. Artie was fiddling with the bed with her half awake face. As I walked over from the other side, she said in a relieved tone:
“I thought I killed myself in my sleep again…”
I was very afraid of that when I first slept, but Artie didn’t show a destructive side until she slept, perhaps unconsciously controlling her power. She pulled herself up, covering her naked body with her blanket. Her immaculate breasts and elastic thighs were hidden by a piece of cloth, revealing only a silhouette. I stroked her cheek again, feeling her lower legs tighten.
“Did you sleep well?”
Artie closed her eyes and pursed her lips. I lowered her head and kissed her on the lips.
“Um… Uhm…”
Artie put her tongue into her mouth and her other hand into her pants. She let out a moan as she brushed gently up the shaft of my stiff erect prick. I parted her lips and said.
“Will you give me a blowjob?”
“Is it that good?”
Artie didn’t like her, but she pulled my pants down. As if to fire her slingshot, my cock, hidden in my pants, burst out. Artie slightly turned her head to avoid it. I started licking it gently, using her tongue, from her pillar to her glans.
“After…”
The dragon was sucking my dick. Will I ever be able to enjoy this luxury again in my life? Artie closed her eyes and licked my prick, then opened her mouth wide and swallowed my cock in her mouthful. The shady and warm texture stimulated my glans. A hot breath took in and a wet tongue entwined.
As if she was going to swallow all the way down her throat, she swallowed my prick endlessly. At the end of her throat her, which had finally swallowed her roots, I felt my prick her slightly jammed. Artie looked up at me and slowly began pulling the prick out of her mouth again. The part of the pillar moistened with saliva was polished to a shine. Artie bit her lips lightly at the tip, spat out my object, and then swallowed it back down to the root.
I slowly sat on the bed and Artie knelt down in front of me, bobbing her head several times as she sucked and swallowed my prick. I braced Artie’s thighs on her while holding her head on her. It was as if all of Artie’s energy was being sucked out of her every time she moved her head to her. Artie held her by my thighs, lowered her head, and ran her hands over my poles.
“Oh no…!”
“Eup… Ugh…”
Unable to tolerate the unusual stimulation, I vomited men. Artie shook her back and took all of my circumstances into her mouth her. Several times my cock her twitched and ejaculated, and Artie finally raised her head with a frown on her face. She stuck out her tongue, showed me the cum in her mouth her, and swallowed it.
She then spoke in a disgruntled tone.
“Really… You asked me to tell you when it was cold.”
“Sorry.”
“I’m sorry… You know?”
Artie threw away the cloth that covered her body her and lay down on the bed. Her ass her toward me was already bundled with love juice. I grabbed her ass her and inserted it.
“Aang!”
Life in Lair was like this. When we met eyes, we had sex with Artie, and after sex, we had sex as an after party. Then, when he was hungry, he used magic tools to grill meat or make bread. It was really almost like a beast in heat, living only having sex. After spending more than a week like that, I thought I should go back soon.
Anyone would think I’m dead if I’ve gone this far in Dragon Rare. To keep fighting with Arty, I had to defeat Deorgon, but I couldn’t become stronger if I lived like this. You have to be strong to rape a warrior and break Deorgone’s head. I said as I brushed her hair on her.
“I think I’ll go back now.”
“…Is that so?”
Artie touched me with her face full of regret. But even though she was a sex-crazed married woman, she was a wise dragon. He understood me without having to explain every word of why I had to leave. She hugged me again and whispered.
“You must come back? Got it? You must save me from the hands of that filthy Theorgon?”
After expressing condolences for the future of Deorgon, who had been downgraded from an ex-husband whom I loved in his own way to a dirty dragon, I packed my things. There was no burden whatsoever. I grabbed my mace and stood in front of the magic circle. Artie said that she would send me back to the Northern Duke’s castle using a special magic circle.
The magic circle that glowed blue was like a portal magic circle that is often seen in dot 2D RPG games. Artie asked again as I stood on top of the magic circle.
“Are you really ready?”
“Yes.”
“Really. Are you really done?”
“Yes. It’s done.”
“But why don’t you check to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything?”
After hearing that, I noticed. Artie wasn’t really checking what I left behind. They don’t want to let me go. Even though she knew I had to go out and be strong, she didn’t want to let me go. This was her way of doing it in her own way. I took a step out of the magic circle again.
Artie munched her mouth and looked shyly at me, blushing her face. I kissed Artie again. Her tongue her scrambled, her lips wide open, intertwining her saliva. Artie, who coveted my lips several times, pushed me away again. She said with a laugh.
“Please come back.”
“Yes. Arti-nim.”
Artie snapped her fingers. The world turns blue, and I come down to the bare ground. The Northern Territory, which he hadn’t stepped on in a while, looked a little more lively than before. The knights tied up the prisoners and were taking them to the castle, and the villagers were repairing the building. I felt like I was dreaming. It felt like Artie would shake her hand if she turned her head even now.
But when I looked back, only the lofty mountains were staring at me, and Artie was nowhere to be seen. I just shook my head at her heart-wrenching melancholy. Now I had to get really strong so I could kill Deorgon and meet Arty.
I walked across Manor Street.
“Lord Lucius?”
On the way, I met a knight who recognized me. He looked at me with a bewildered face and asked again.
“Are you really Lord Lucius?”
“Yes.”
“I thought he…Was dead.”
Did he mean that he thought he had returned to the Southern Territory? Did he mean that he thought I had gone to the underworld after being hit by a dragon punch? As I tilted my head slightly, the article added.
“… Home! Home!”
I knew you were behind I decided not to worry too much about it though. Even I would have thought that if Robin had been dragged by the dragon, he would have been left behind. The knight who gave me a horse continued to talk about how I was doing these days.
“The warrior has also been to the North.”
The article also brought up a story about A.A. A.A said that she stopped by the northern lord’s castle and left after talking with Emilia for a while. However, listening to the article, it seems that I didn’t tell my story.
“Didn’t the warrior tell me?”
“Yes. Even when the knights asked, they only frowned and didn’t say much.”
Arty’s rare was full of stories that A.A. Didn’t want to tell. She didn’t really have anything to say. No one would believe me if I told them I was eating dragons.
“Is Emilia’s deputy lord in good health?”
“Yes. He is doing well.”
“I must see her face once in a long time.”
That bitch sold me and things have come this far. In a way, I was grateful, but in a way, I couldn’t forgive him because he was trying to kill me or it was an act that was incomparable to me. Just because he found a chance at the bottom of the cliff, isn’t there any reason to forgive the guy who pushed him off the cliff?
I returned to the lord’s castle after being guided by the knight. The Northern Grand Duke’s lord’s castle was still showing off a very imposing appearance while facing the northern mountains. I opened the door to the castle and carefully stepped inside. Some of the servants walking down the aisle recognized me and bowed their heads.
“As for the deputy lord of Emilia?”
“He’s in his office his right now.”
I hummed and pulled out my mace. Then he went up to his office and knocked on the door.
“Who are you?”
“It’s me.”
“…Who’s playing these pranks?”
Bang!
I kicked the door open with my foot.
“Hiyah!”
At the same time, Emilia screamed in fright and ran all over the place before fainting. You fainted right? Aren’t you dead?
