Little Pink Starfish

“Where exactly is the Lord right now?”

At Ginas’s question, Yanu tilted his chin. When Ginas frowned, not understanding right away, Yanu kindly raised a finger and pointed.

“The ceiling.”

“…The ceiling. You’re saying he’s walking on the ceiling?”

Before the sentence even finished, Gretel, who had been standing there in a daze from fatigue, fell flat on his back in fright. The Lord’s hair, dangling as he walked upside-down on the ceiling, had brushed across his face. When Eira didn’t respond to his call, Yanu lightly leapt up and plucked him from the ceiling like picking fruit. Bits of stone crumbled and fell from the ceiling due to magical backlash. Shaking his head with a paff to get rid of the dust, Yanu cradled the transparent mage lightly in his arms.

“I’m off.”

“Yes, see you tomorrow.”

Ignoring Ginas’s polite goodbye, now looking even more tired as he stared at the cracked ceiling, Yanu strolled away. Eira murmured something unclear in his sleep, rubbing his face against Yanu’s neck. Likely due to the side effects, Eira had been sleeping far more and was harder to wake once asleep.

Yanu decided to make good use of this rare opportunity.

Upon entering the bedroom, he laid Eira down on the bed. It looked as though only the centre of the bed had slightly sunken in.

Why do the clothes turn invisible but not the blanket?

He idly pondered this trivial matter as he groped for Eira’s body. Even after ten years in Solar, Eira still couldn’t stand the cold, wearing layers upon layers. With those clothes turned invisible too, undressing became even more of a challenge. Yanu chose to enjoy the difficulty.

Eira slept so deeply he didn’t budge for a while. But as Yanu kept turning him this way and that, some awareness seemed to return, and a faint form began to take shape.

Clothes stripped by Yanu slipped from Eira’s body and, the moment they left, regained their form and fell to the floor with soft flops. Once he had finally stripped his mate completely bare, Yanu narrowed his eyes. The faint mage groaned and curled up, chilled.

Being transparent ruined the visual appeal—a bit of a disappointment. But being a dragon, Yanu could at least faintly make out his silhouette in the moonlit bedroom.

Soon, Yanu began to remove his own clothes. Crossing his arms to pull off his top, his sculpted muscles shifted like a living statue. As he tossed the top aside, Eira unconsciously reached around in search of the blanket, rustling lightly. Yanu sat on the bed, kicked off his boots, and took off his trousers.

“Eira, are you asleep?”

No answer came. Yanu’s lips curved in a lazy smile. Stripping off his undergarments, he now stood completely naked. Not a shred of shame touched him—he wouldn’t so much as flinch even if he were suddenly exposed before a crowd.

Shame was a human emotion rooted in concepts of ethics and morality. Neither Yanu nor any dragon in their ancient memories had ever experienced such a thing. Perhaps it was a uniquely human feeling—one he’d never learn from Eira.

Yanu lay atop Eira, as if using himself like a blanket. When the cold mage, squirming in the chilly air, suddenly felt that warmth, he clung unconsciously to it. His legs wrapped around Yanu’s firm thighs and calves, pressing his body into the dragon’s.

“That’s it, keep sleeping.”

Yanu lowered his head and nuzzled along Eira’s skin with his nose. The scent was satisfying. He used both his sense of smell and taste to thoroughly savour Eira. Drawing in unnecessary deep breaths to fill his lungs, he began licking like a dog wherever his tongue landed. As he disturbed Eira’s sleep, a furrow formed between the mage’s brows and his form grew clearer. When he turned his head in annoyance, Yanu simply nipped at the opposite side. He bit his cheek and slowly licked along his neck before smacking his lips.

…This doesn’t taste quite the same as usual.

He slowly licked again, narrowing his eyes. There was a subtle taste, like something thinly coating the skin—so faint, even a dragon’s sharp senses barely noticed it. Only after sucking hard with a chup sound did the usual flavour return. Satisfied, his red tongue slid down to the collarbone, not sensually but like someone licking up something delicious.

In his sleep, Eira reached out and grabbed a handful of hair. With a frown, he pulled Yanu’s head into his chest, letting out a long sigh—and soon fell back into soft breathing. Regardless, Yanu stayed focused on what he was doing.

His tongue travelled lower, brushing over a nipple. He rolled the small bump with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it so hard it made an obscene noise. Lifting his head to check the result, Yanu laughed aloud.

Only the spots he had sucked on had become clearly visible again, the rest of Eira’s body still faint. Repeating the same on the other side, both nipples now stood out starkly. He pressed a thumb to the swollen skin and rubbed gently. Eira let out a soft mmf sound.

From atop the faint body, the two nipples shone with a reddish sheen—oddly humorous, but more than anything, it stirred Yanu’s lust. Wherever his lips passed, the flushed skin became vivid, marked with colour.

The red hair moved with his breath, swaying over the sternum, down to the lower belly, and even further. Grasping Eira’s legs, which instinctively clung to warmth, he easily spread them and buried his face in the groin. His mouth and tongue movements grew more intense as Eira’s form became clearer.

Yanu pressed his nose to the perineum and inhaled greedily. To a dragon used to crushing stones and devouring gems, human flesh felt so soft it might melt. Instead of dissolving it, he bit sharply, leaving teeth marks, and licked along the skin with thick strokes. After savouring the soft inner thigh, his tongue slithered upward like a snake, leaving a wet trail.

He lingered on the perineum, then took the crease just beneath it into his lower lip. Loud, lewd sucking sounds followed. When Eira flinched in reaction, Yanu pinned his trembling legs and began licking in circles. His tongue slipped into the pulsing entrance, and only then did Eira awaken. As his consciousness returned, his faint form became distinctly clear.

“Ugh…”

Dragons generally lived to fulfil desire and instinct, with no need to restrain themselves. Yanu was no different. When Eira collapsed from overwork and fell asleep, he never missed the opportunity to do as he pleased. After ten years of it, Eira had grown so used to it that even waking up completely naked no longer startled him.

“Yanu, wait a sec… nn, ngh…”

His panting voice tickled Yanu’s ears. His previously cool body began to warm up, heartbeat quickening. A dragon’s keen hearing could even catch the throbbing of veins inside the thigh.

Tensed thighs clamped his head, but Yanu didn’t stop. He sucked and licked the soft flesh between the legs until wet sounds echoed, and Eira’s body trembled with pleasure. At one point, he gasped as if about to pass out.

Once the muscles had relaxed enough, Yanu finally bit into the inner thigh hard, then raised his head. He could now properly see his mate’s expression. Eira’s drowsy, dazed eyes reflected the shock of being ravished in his sleep. Yanu spread his legs wider and slid in between. Rubbing his beast-like, dripping erection between the wet buttocks, he—

“Did you sleep well, Eira?”

—asked, then slammed in a blade-like shaft all at once with a loud, thud.

❄

“Ah, finally the magic is working.”

Standing before the mirror, Eira muttered blankly. He couldn’t explain how inconvenient the past few days had been, unable to show himself to anyone due to the side effects of the potion. Already, several people in the castle had fainted, mistaking the transparent Lord for a ghost as he wandered the halls.

Though he drank the antidote daily, its effect was weak—perhaps due to the magic embedded in the potion. The solution came from an unexpected source.

Last night, waking from sleep, he found Yanu on top of him. Not a surprising occurrence.

After living with Yanu for ten years, Eira had realised—he was only human on the outside. In terms of his past life, he was utterly shameless, without shame or embarrassment, and not at all bound by human ethics or morals. He did make allowances for Eira’s condition at times, but Yanu mostly did as he pleased. The most frequently cast spell in the Lord’s castle was soundproofing magic…

In other words, if he wanted it, he would touch Eira whenever, wherever, regardless of the situation.

Why does he have a sex drive if he can’t reproduce? Is it just dragons, or magical beasts too? I haven’t observed a magical beast engaging in mating behaviour… Could it happen between a magical beast and another species…?

That academic curiosity from before briefly returned. But Eira willingly indulged the night with Yanu. Physically exhausting, sure, but there was no reason to reject the pleasure. After rolling around all night, Eira awoke in the morning and spotted his blotchy body in the mirror.

More precisely, only the areas Yanu had bitten and sucked on had become clearly visible.

“…What the.”

Tilting his head, he reached lazily across the bed and slid a finger into Yanu’s yawning mouth. Yanu raised a brow, bit hard enough to leave a mark, and said,

“You’re okay with me eating just a little?”

He then grinned, flashing his sharp fangs—oddly sharp today.

“No!”

Thinking even his jokes were intimidating, Eira quickly yanked his finger back and poked Yanu on the lips. …But why did he look disappointed? That was a joke, right? Sometimes, Eira really felt like he was living with a lion or bear…

[ Yanu Lezhedet is currently feeling hungry! :0 ]

Startled by the little pebble’s alert, Eira quickly fed Yanu. The hungry dragon devoured a whole roasted boar, grilled deer hind leg, several chickens, and a large bowl of stew filled with meat and vegetables. Meanwhile, Eira examined his body closely in the mirror. And, just in case, tried casting illusion magic—success.

Getting sucked on by a dragon works better than drinking the antidote…

Even though his mana had increased and he’d grown proficient in magic, maintaining the illusion was still tiring. Tempted for a moment by the idea of offering his body to Yanu for a day, Eira quickly gave up. His whole body already ached—any more, and he’d be bedridden for days.

Above all, the winter festival was just around the corner—that’s why he’d been in such a hurry to solve the issue in the first place. Eira decided to be content with his current state.