Nyx stood before him, the dust of her transformation settling around her bare feet. The dragon scales that had armored her colossal form were gone, replaced by skin so pale and flawless it looked like it had been sculpted from moonlight and milk.

She was unashamed, standing with a natural, regal posture that only a creature at the absolute top of the food chain could possess.

Judas's eyes traveled up. He couldn't help it. He was a man, and the sight before him was biologically engineered to arrest the attention of any living male.

Long legs, the curve of her hips that defied geometry, and a waist he could likely span with his hands. He looked until he reached her chest—high, firm, and defying gravity with an arrogance that matched her personality—and then he forced his neck muscles to snap his head to the side.

He stared at a crack in the ground with the intensity of a man studying holy scripture.

'Don't look. If you stare too long, she might decide eyes are an unnecessary luxury for you.'

"You are calm now," Nyx's voice floated through the air. It was melodious, yet carried that underlying vibration of power.

"But your physiological response suggests otherwise. Your heart rate is elevated. Your skin temperature has risen. And your hormones..." She paused, tilting her head. "They are oozing out of you. It is a pungent scent."

She paused again. "It's not that distasteful. A bit heavy, that's it."

Judas felt the heat rush to his face. "It's a natural reaction to—"

"Are you comfortable or uncomfortable?" she interrupted.

Judas risked a glance back. Nyx had stepped closer. She was looking down at his crotch with genuine, clinical curiosity. There was no lust in her gaze.

"I..." Judas choked on his own saliva. He coughed. "I am... fine."

He looked at her face. Her golden eyes were wide, unblinking. There was a terrifying innocence there. It suddenly clicked in Judas's mind. This ancient being, this terrifying Dragon, lacked one crucial component of human interaction: Emotional Intelligence.

She didn't understand the concept of shame. She didn't understand why a human male would harden at the sight of her nakedness. To her, she was simply existing.

He needed to test the waters. He needed to prove his theory.

He took a deep breath, steadying his trembling hands, and looked her dead in the eye. Then, he let his gaze drift down to her chest again, this time intentionally.

"Your boobs," Judas said, his voice remarkably steady given the circumstances. "They are the perfect shape and size."

Silence.

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

'Crap,' Judas screamed internally. 'Did I mess things up? Is this where I die? Is this considered sexual harassment? No, right? In the modern world... hell, it is not a modern world.'

Nyx went silent, her expression unreadable. She looked down at herself, then back at him. She thought for a full minute, the seconds ticking by like hours in Judas's head.

Then, she nodded.

"I am the perfect creation under the heavens," she stated, her tone matter-of-fact. "Everything about me is perfect. Why would my chest be an exception?"

Judas felt a wave of relief washing over him.

"Look," Nyx continued. She reached up and pinched her own breast, lifting the flesh slightly. "They are even softer than they appear. A masterful balance of fat and muscle tissue designed for optimal aesthetic and function."

"So I was correct," Judas said quickly, wiping sweat from his forehead. His chances of survival had just increased considerably. As long as he framed his perversion as admiration for her draconic perfection, he might just live to see tomorrow.

"Show me your spatial power," she commanded suddenly, dropping the subject of her anatomy.

Judas didn't hesitate. He needed to distract her, and he needed to cover her up before his "hormones" did something stupid that got him killed.

He waved his hand. The air rippled, and from his Couple Space, he summoned two high-backed velvet chairs and a thick, fur-lined cloak. He tossed the cloak toward her.

Nyx caught it mid-air with reflexes too fast for the human eye to track. She held the fabric, frowning at it.

"I am a dragon," she said, looking at the heavy wool with disdain. "Cold does not affect me. Heat does not burn me. Why should I need clothes?"

"You are in human form now," Judas explained, sitting down on one of the chairs to hide his lap. "It's... custom."

Nyx draped the cloak over her shoulders, not bothering to tie it. It hung open, revealing more than it hid, but it was a start. "Are you uncomfortable?" she asked again, her eyes narrowing.

Judas paused. He remembered the last few minutes. "Actually, I liked it this way. The view was... majestic. But the cloak is just a necessity."

Nyx stared at him for a long moment, then the corner of her lip quirked up. "You are smart."

Judas frowned, confused. "Why did you say so?"

"Because," Nyx said, smoothing the fur against her neck, "if you had said you were 'uncomfortable' with my natural form, I was planning to gouge your eyeballs out. If my form displeases you, you have no use for vision."

Judas stiffened. A cold sweat broke out on his back.

She isn't joking. She would have actually blinded me.

"Cough..." Judas covered his mouth, nearly spitting blood from the sheer stress of the conversation. "Good to know."

Nyx walked over to the other chair and sat, crossing her long legs. The cloak slipped, exposing a long expanse of pale thigh. She ignored it.

"I can't sense your space," she said, her brow furrowing in genuine confusion.

"When you pulled these items out... it felt like a void. It is blocked from certain laws. How is that possible? I am the Dragon of Laws. There is no law in this world that is not under my jurisdiction. Gravity, time, space—I command them all."

She leaned forward, her golden eyes boring into his soul. "WHAT ARE THE CONDITIONS TO ENTER THE SPACE?" Her voice boomed, vibrating in his chest.

"Can you show me inside?"

Although her voice sounded like a request, the mental link they shared transmitted the truth: it was an order. It was a compulsion directed at his very soul.

If not for the unique nature of the Couple Space—which was tied to his system and not just standard magic—he was sure he would've willingly ripped his chest open to show her.

"I can't just let you in," Judas said, gripping the arms of his chair. "There are rules. Hard rules."

"Rules?" Nyx scoffed. "I break rules."

"Not these ones. You can't enter the Couple Space unless..." Judas trailed off. "Unless you meet the criteria. But to prove it, I have to show you something."

"Show me," she demanded.

Judas mentally reached out to the space. "Nibble, you're up."

He summoned the small, furry potato. Nibble materialized in the air, squeaking happily at the sight of his master. Then, the creature froze. It sensed the aura in the room. It turned its small, beady eyes toward Nyx.

Nibble let out a terrified, high-pitched scream that sounded like a tea kettle exploding, its little legs flailing in the air.

"Oops," Judas muttered. He instantly unsummoned the poor beast before it died of a heart attack.

Nyx frowned, unimpressed. "A bonded monster."

Judas nodded. "That's one condition. Bonded spirits or monsters can enter."

"I will not be your pet," Nyx said coldly.

"I didn't think so," Judas said. He took a breath. This next part was risky. "I need to show you the other type of resident."

He sent his consciousness inside the space, finding Summer. The vampire girl was resting, unaware of the dragon outside.

"Summer," Judas projected his thought, his voice serious. "I will take you out now. But I need you to do something. In three blinks, allow Zephriya to take control."

Summer blinked, sensing the urgency in his tone. She didn't ask questions. She simply nodded.

Judas pulled her out.

A flash of light, and the slender form of the vampire appeared next to Judas. She looked sweet, confused for a split second. Then, she blinked three times.

Her posture shifted. Her shoulders squared, her expression sharpening into a sneer. The air around her grew colder.

"Oh, bitch, you finally let me out—" Zephriya started, turning to Judas, but her words died in her throat. She spun around, sensing the massive pressure in the room.

Her purple eyes landed on Nyx.

"...What the hell?" Zephriya shouted, her voice cracking. "Why is there a lizard here!"

Judas immediately lunged forward, curling his arms around Zephriya's waist and pulling her back against his chest. He leaned in, breathing into her ear. "Be calm... for the love of god, be calm."

'Calm? When a fucking dragon is sitting in the chair with you? Did you fuck her too?' Zephriya cursed internally, her mind screaming at him.

"Did you fear a dragon?" Judas whispered, trying to bait her pride to keep her from attacking.

Zephriya stiffened, offended. 'Of course not! I am a noble princess of the Bloodline of—'

"An Abyss Snail?" Nyx's voice cut through the air.

Zephriya froze. She slowly turned her head to look at the dragon.

Nyx was looking at Zephriya with a mix of pity and disgust. "I wondered what that smell was. A vessel sharing two souls.

When the vessel entered the space, the dominant soul came out. Or is it more like the second soul couldn't see the space at all because it is... insignificant?"

Nyx waved a hand dismissively. "You are weak. Like a snail crawling in the abyss, carrying your home on your back because you are too soft to survive without it."

'Snail? SNAIL?!' Zephriya roared in Judas's mind.

"You fuckin—" Zephriya snarled.

Before she could launch herself at the dragon and inevitably get turned into a pile of ash, Judas sent her back.

Zephriya vanished mid-curse.

Judas slumped back in his chair, exhaling a breath he felt he'd been holding for a year. "Okay. That went... well."

Nyx ignored the outburst. She was staring at the spot where Zephriya had vanished, her eyes narrowing as she performed intense mental calculations.

"So," Nyx said slowly, piecing the puzzle together. "Unanimated objects. Bonded spirits like that potato. And that woman..." She stopped.

"Wait. Before she disappeared from my senses, the soul in her flipped. That meant the abyss snail couldn't enter the space." For some reason, Judas felt like Nyx said that with satisfaction.

She looked up at Judas, an epiphany dawning on her face. Her expression shifted from confusion to clarity.

"That woman has smelled your seeds," Nyx stated.

Judas choked. "That is... a very graphic way to put it, but... essentially, yes. Those who are intimately bonded, who have... shared my essence... can enter."

Nyx stood up. The cloak slid off her shoulders, pooling on the floor. She walked toward him, her movements fluid. She stopped directly in front of his chair, towering over him.

"Then. Plant me with your seeds," Nyx said.

Judas froze. His brain short-circuited. He looked at the most powerful, dangerous, and beautiful creature in existence, who was demanding impregnation solely to satisfy her intellectual curiosity about his space.

"Do you know what the seed we are talking about is? And how I 'plant' them?"

Nyx frowned in irritation. "Do you think of me as a dumb dragon? I have peeked at countless matings before…"

"Wait…" he squeaked, "there is another condition."

Nyx stopped moving, her eyes turning pitch black as a killing intent oozed out.

"That's… if one wanted to enter my space, they have to gain my absolute devotion…"

Nyx furrowed her brows. "Then be devoted to me. Simple."

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