The sound of wet skin hitting wet skin echoed.

"Again," Judas encouraged, his hands gripping her hips to guide her.

Nyx began to move. Tentatively at first, then with growing confidence.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

The water splashed rhythmically.

Summer watched, her eyes dark with lust. She didn't touch Nyx—she knew better than to interrupt the dragon's first flight—but she couldn't keep her hands off her husband.

Summer leaned over from the side. Her hands roamed over Judas's chest, her fingers tweaking his nipples while he was buried inside Nyx.

She kissed his neck, biting down lightly.

"Does she feel good, Husband?" Summer whispered in his ear, her voice husky. "Is the lizard tight?"

"She's... tight," Judas groaned, his hips snapping up to meet Nyx's descent. "So fucking hot."

Nyx heard him. Her ears twitched.

A surge of pride filled her. So what if her breasts were smaller...

Nyx paused that thought. Why was she still thinking about that?

She picked up the pace. Her movements became less mechanical and more fluid.

She began to grind, rolling her hips in a circle at the bottom of each stroke, just like she had seen Summer do in her memories of the previous night.

"Haa... ahn..." Nyx moaned, the sound surprising even her.

The pleasure was building. It wasn't just the energy anymore. It was the friction. The fullness. The way Judas's hands were bruising her hips, claiming her.

"More," Nyx demanded, her voice dropping to a growl. "Harder."

Judas smirked through the haze of lust. "Careful what you ask for."

He took control. He stopped her rising motion and began to piston his hips upwards.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He slammed into her.

Nyx's head whipped back. "AAAAH!"

Every thrust hit a spot deep inside her that made her vision go white. Her breasts bounced violently with each impact, water flying everywhere.

"Yes! Yes!" Summer cheered, leaning in to kiss Judas deeply, sharing his breath while he ravaged the dragon.

It was a chaotic symphony of pleasure. The sound of water splashing, flesh slapping, and the heavy breathing of three powerful beings filled the small stone room.

Nyx was losing her mind. The logical, analytical part of her brain had shut down minutes ago. Now, there was only sensation.

'Too much. It's too much.'

But she didn't want it to stop.

She looked down at Judas. He was sweating, his face contorted in concentration and pleasure. He looked powerful. He looked like a mate worthy of a dragon.

If Judas had looked above her head, he would have seen that the affection meter had already reached green. Although the numbers were in decimals.

She glanced at Summer... the vampire was clinging to him, feeding off the energy in the room.

Nyx leaned forward. She placed her hands on Judas's chest, right over his heart.

"Fill me," she commanded, her golden eyes burning. "Give me the Yang. All of it."

"You greedy little..." Judas growled.

He grabbed her waist with both hands, locking her in place. He drove into her, one final, deep thrust that buried him to the hilt.

"NYX!"

He erupted.

Nyx felt it instantly. The hot fluid flooded her insides, hotter than the bathwater, hotter than her own blood.

"OOOOOH!"

Nyx screamed, her back arching so hard it looked like her spine might snap.

Her aura flared uncontrollably. A golden light burst from her skin, illuminating the bathroom and evaporating the water in the tub instantly. Steam exploded outwards, filling the room with a thick, white fog.

Nyx shook violently, riding the waves of her first orgasm combined with a mana overload. Her inner walls clamped down on Judas, milking him dry, refusing to let a single drop escape.

Summer held onto Judas's neck, laughing breathlessly as the steam swirled around them.

Slowly, the shaking stopped.

The steam began to clear.

Nyx collapsed forward. She slumped against Judas's chest, her head resting in the crook of his neck. She was completely limp.

Judas panted, his heart hammering against his ribs like a war drum. He stroked Nyx's wet hair, which was now sticking to his skin.

Summer rested her chin on Judas's shoulder, looking at the unconscious dragon.

"Well," Summer whispered, smirking. "I think you broke her."

Judas let out a breathy laugh. "She asked for it."

Nyx stirred. She didn't lift her head. She just mumbled against his skin, her voice slurring.

"It's good…"

Suddenly, a pink window popped up in front of Judas's eyes, glowing brightly in the steam.

[System Notification]

[Congratulations! You have successfully mated with a True Dragon.]

[Achievement Unlocked: Dragon Rider (Literal)]

[Reward: +50 to All Attributes.]

[Nyx has tasted the 'Essence'. She will now require daily feeding to maintain her mana equilibrium.]

Judas read the last line and felt a headache coming on.

"Daily feeding?" he whispered in horror.

Summer saw his expression and followed his gaze to the invisible screen (which she couldn't see, but she could guess).

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I think..." Judas looked down at the dragon who was currently drooling on his chest, fast asleep but still clamped tight around his softening member. "I think I just created an addict."

Summer laughed. She kissed his cheek.

"Don't worry, Husband. If you run dry..." her eyes glowed crimson, and her fangs elongated slightly. "I can always give you a transfusion. In exchange for a 'feeding' of my own, of course."

Judas looked at his vampire wife, then at the dragon on his lap.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"I'm going to need more stamina potions," he muttered. "So many potions."

"System," he whispered. "Auto-clean."

A breeze swept through the room, removing the sweat and fluids, though the steam remained.

"Let's go to bed," he said softly.

He stood up, effortlessly lifting Nyx in his arms—she refused to let go even in her sleep—and waited for Summer to climb off the bench.

Together, the three of them walked back into the bedroom, ready to plan for the assessment starting tomorrow.

But first, sleep.

Or at least, that was the plan until Nyx mumbled in her sleep.

"Round... two..."

It seemed he wouldn't be sleeping tonight.

The morning sunlight peered through the window.

Judas groaned, trying to shield his eyes, but his arms were currently pinned.

Nina was sprawled across his legs, her tail twitching in her sleep, occasionally thumping against his shin. Luna had claimed his left arm, using it as a body pillow, while Ezra and Summer had his right.

And directly on top of him, rising and falling with deep, rhythmic breaths, was Nyx.

The terrifying Calamity of the North, the True Dragon who could level cities with a sneeze, was currently drooling slightly on his chest.

Her small, pale body was curled up like a cat, her face buried in the crook of his neck.

Judas tried to shift, but Nyx's grip tightened instantly. Even in sleep, her strength was monstrous.

Judas sighed, looking at the dragon girl. Last night had been... educational. He felt drained, like he had run a marathon while carrying a sack of bricks, but there was also a lingering sense of vitality humming in his veins.

"Wake up," Judas whispered, nudging the dragon. "Or I'm charging you rent for my chest."

Nyx stirred. Her golden eyes cracked open, slit-pupils adjusting to the light. She didn't look embarrassed. She didn't look shy. She looked hungry.

"Food," she mumbled, lifting her head. Her hair was a messy bird's nest of black silk.

The movement awakened the others.

"Good morning…" he smiled.

But why were they looking at him so hatefully? He wondered, raising a brow at Summer for help. The vampire just rolled her eyes.

'Then what did you expect from them after grinding them the whole night?' she internally joked.

'Oh…' Judas tilted his head to the side, ignoring the three.

Who didn't like to taste different dishes at dinner?

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