Primordial Dragon: Traveling the Omniverse

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The silence between them deepened—not uncomfortable, not uncertain,

but **dense** with tension, ripe with something *undeniable*.

Yasaka stood still, her golden hair catching moonlight, her eyes locked onto his. Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears. She was a woman who'd stood before gods, negotiated with devils, ruled an entire faction of yokai—and yet here, now, she felt like a flickering flame caught in the gravitational pull of a sun.

Kaelthar didn't move hastily. He didn't need to.

His presence wrapped around her like silk. It was in the air she breathed, the ground beneath her feet, the heat blooming between her thighs.

Her lips parted slightly as he finally stepped close enough that she could feel the **radiance** of his skin. Not heat like fire—something more refined. A warm current, steady and unshakable.

"Your instincts call to me," Kaelthar said quietly, his voice like a low song of ancient stars. "You may not understand why, but they recognize me."

Yasaka inhaled slowly, her hands trembling as they clenched at the sides of her robe. "I… I've never felt this before. Not even in my younger days."

"Because you've never stood before me."

His hand lifted, hovering once more near her cheek—and this time, he didn't stop.

His fingers touched her skin. Light. Gentle.

She shivered.

He traced the edge of her jaw, then her neck, and down to the soft fold where shoulder met collarbone. Her kimono shifted with his motion, and she didn't resist.

She didn't want to.

Her body *ached*.

A desperate throb pulsed low in her belly, each beat louder than the last. Her tails flared, flickering in sync with the rush of heat pooling within her.

"I can soothe the fire," Kaelthar whispered. "If you wish."

Yasaka's throat was dry. She searched his eyes, expecting hunger—but there was none. Only calm. Power. A promise of control without cruelty.

"…Yes," she breathed.

That one word shattered every boundary between them.

Kaelthar stepped forward and slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her into him. She gasped softly at the contact—his chest was firm, his scent overwhelming. He smelled of old forests, storm-lit skies, and something so **primal** it made her knees weaken.

He didn't waste time with words.

He bent his head and pressed his lips to hers—soft, then deeper.

Yasaka melted into it, eyes fluttering shut as her arms circled his shoulders. She felt the dragon beneath the skin—**contained power**, restrained by will alone.

Her lips parted instinctively.

He kissed her slow, but with authority. Not demanding, but **commanding**. It was a kiss that rewrote her balance, that stripped away her titles and left her just **a woman** in a man's arms.

Her hands slid down his back as his fingers found the sash of her kimono. With one effortless tug, it came undone.

She moaned into his mouth as the fabric loosened around her shoulders, sliding down her body with a whisper.

Kaelthar stepped back just enough to look.

And he did—**he truly looked.**

Yasaka stood before him in the moonlight, fully revealed. Her skin glowed pale gold, smooth and flawless. Her breasts were full, tipped with dark pink, rising and falling with every shallow breath. Her hips curved perfectly into a waist meant to be held.

Her tails coiled around her legs in instinctive modesty—but she didn't move to cover herself.

His eyes drank her in—not with lust alone, but appreciation. Reverence.

"You're divine," he said softly, reaching to cup one breast, thumbing the stiffened peak. "Even among the stars, few shine like you."

Her breath hitched. "You're going to ruin me…"

He smiled faintly. "Only for other men."

He picked her up without effort, lifting her into his arms as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her core pressed against his body through the folds of his robe, and she gasped as she felt what waited beneath—**massive, throbbing**, pulsing with controlled power.

He laid her gently upon the shrine platform behind the temple, the mist curling around them like a curtain.

Then his robe vanished in a ripple of light.

Yasaka's eyes widened.

**He was beautiful.**

Every inch of him carved from perfection—his chest broad, arms strong, waist narrow, and between his legs…

She bit her lip.

It was **impossibly large**, thick and twitching with anticipation. Her womb clenched at the sight.

"You're going to break me…"

"I'll mold you," he corrected gently, leaning down to kiss her throat. "Stretch you. Fill you. Claim you."

She whimpered.

And then he was **on her**.

His lips trailed fire down her neck, his hand sliding between her thighs, parting her folds to find her soaked and ready. She gasped as his fingers worked her slowly, deliberately.

"Such heat…" he murmured, voice thick with appreciation. "You're ready for me."

"I've never been this ready," she whispered back, voice shaky, breathless.

Kaelthar shifted, positioning himself at her entrance, his tip brushing her soaked slit.

"Are you certain?" he asked—one last time.

Yasaka looked up at him, body trembling beneath his frame.

"Make me yours."

And he did.

He pushed forward slowly, stretching her open inch by glorious inch. She cried out—half pain, half ecstasy—as her body welcomed him, adjusting to a size it was never meant to take… but now craved.

He bottomed out with a groan, buried to the hilt.

For a moment, they stayed still, breath mingling, bodies pressed tight.

Then Kaelthar began to move.

Slow, deep strokes that made Yasaka arch and moan beneath him, her fingers clawing at his back as pleasure surged through her. Her walls clung to him like silk, desperate to hold him in.

Every thrust sent stars dancing behind her eyes.

He kissed her again—rougher now, more primal. His hand slipped under her thigh, lifting her leg to angle deeper. Her moans turned to cries as he hit **everything** inside her.

He moved faster.

The platform shook. The air pulsed with energy. The mist swirled in rhythm with their bodies.

Yasaka climaxed first—hard, sudden, her body seizing around him.

Kaelthar didn't stop.

He kept going, drawing out her pleasure, pushing her to another and another. She lost count of how many times she came. She only knew one thing:

She was **his** now.

And when he finally reached his limit, when his breath hitched and his voice growled low in her ear—

He released inside her.

**Deep. Hot. Endless.**

Yasaka screamed his name as her body took every drop, her womb fluttering in blissful overload.

And then silence.

The kind of silence that follows storms and birth and holy revelations.

Kaelthar remained above her, braced on his arms, watching as her body trembled beneath him.

She smiled, eyes half-lidded, dazed and glowing.

"…Are you done?," she whispered.

He leaned down and kissed her softly.

"No," he murmured. "The night is still young."

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