Chapter 32: Darling? Wife? Baby?

Rest’s dark red vertical pupils gazed almost greedily at the dazzling silver radiance beneath him.

He liked this silver-white dragon from the bottom of his heart.

She was simply too beautiful…

That body covered in brilliant silver scales, those smooth and elegant lines hiding the softness of a newly completed transformation—full of astonishing potential yet not fully mature.

Unlike his own hard scales, the newborn dragon scales shimmered with a pearl-like warm luster under the dim light. Their touch was cool and delicate, carrying a fragile, easily broken temptation.

Rest’s massive black head carefully drew closer. His eyes, filled with obsession, meticulously traced every exquisite silver scale. He deliberately dulled the sharpness of his claws and used the softer palm pads of his dragon claws to slowly stroke Rose’s trembling dragon spine with an almost devout, hair-raising gentleness.

Every touch was cautious, yet it carried an unmistakable possessiveness.

The long-boiling desire deep in his heart nearly broke through reason. He wanted to leave his mark! To leave an intense scent that belonged only to him, so strong that no one could ignore it.

He wanted this unique silver radiance to be permanently branded with his—Rest’s—mark, so that from body to soul she would remember she was his eternal belonging.

However, the huge difference in size had now become an insurmountable chasm.

Rose’s newly transformed, relatively slender silver dragon body looked so small and fragile beneath Rest’s enormous pitch-black form.

She twisted and struggled in despair. Her four silver-scaled limbs kicked desperately against the ground. Sharp claws plowed deep furrows in the soil as she tried to shake off the heavy weight on her back.

Every burst of strength only made the muscles beneath her smooth scales tense and ripple, earning her even heavier pressure from the dragon claw and groans from her overburdened bones. The disparity in power made her resistance futile yet tragically heroic.

In her panic, Rose forcefully twisted her huge dragon head. Her silver vertical pupils looked back in terror. Rest’s massive black body covered her back in a prone, tightly fitted posture that gave her an extremely ominous premonition—an instinctive, primitively aggressive familiarity that made her tense all over.

No! Impossible!

It absolutely shouldn’t be like that!

Reason desperately pulled at her, refusing to let the scene before her overlap with certain filthy images in her memory. She forced herself not to think about it, trying to fling the terrifying thought out of her mind.

However—

“Hiss——!!!”

A sudden, tearing pain violently pierced through her tailbone and instantly spread along her sensitive dragon spine throughout her entire body.

The pain was excruciating, carrying a profane sense of being forcibly invaded and marked. Her massive dragon body stiffened and went rigid from the agony.

All her remaining hope shattered in an instant.

All the guesses she had refused to face turned into cold reality at this moment, smashing heavily into her consciousness.

The situation was exactly the same as what Rose feared and least wanted to imagine.

Fear, humiliation, and intense pain surged over her like an icy tidal wave, completely drowning her.

Her silver dragon pupils contracted violently from shock and agony, reflecting the cold, focused dark red eyes of the black dragon above her—as if he were performing some sacred ritual.

As a human, she had actually been mounted by a dragon.

What the hell was this?

Violent pain and profound humiliation crashed against Rose’s chaotic mind in waves.

Human reproduction meant giving birth to babies. Then did her current experience mean she was going to… lay eggs?!

This utterly absurd yet primitively instinctive thought nearly made her collapse.

Rest’s domineering and predatory closeness completely crushed her cognition and dignity, leaving her unable to think calmly at all.

Under the moonlight, in the forest clearing violently carved open deep in the woods, the scene was absurd and horrifying.

The enormous pure-black dragon, mountain-like in size, was tightly entwining the newly transformed silver dragon below him in an absolute possessive posture.

Silver and black, strength and fragility, intertwined in the most primitive and irresistible way, silently performing a conquest ritual belonging to the dragon race.

The sound of heavy dragon breathing, the harsh scraping of scales, and the groans of soil being repeatedly crushed by giant claws were the only melody in this patch of heaven and earth.

Rose’s huge silver head hung limply on the cold, damp soil. Her silver vertical pupils stared blankly at the broken tree trunk ahead.

Warm liquid uncontrollably welled up in her enormous dragon eyes, sliding down the cold, hard scales and smashing into the mud, leaving dark marks.

She felt she was no longer an existence with independent will. She seemed to have truly become a female beast captured and forcibly claimed by a stronger male.

The strong heart that had once supported her as Priest Beres and as Rose now shattered like crystal repeatedly struck by a heavy hammer—again and again, completely broken.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness and deep sorrow flooded her.

She gave up her futile struggles. Her massive dragon body was left with only despairing tremors, like a sacrifice nailed to an altar, allowing the evil black dragon to do whatever he wanted with her.

Rest was right…

This realization pierced her soul like a poisoned barb.

She was no longer human.

From the moment that demon core was embedded in her heart, she had already stopped being human.

She was now nothing more than a female dragon being wantonly marked and claimed by a stronger dragon.

Unprecedented grief and self-loathing made her huge dragon eyes squeeze shut in pain, as if closing the only window to the outside world and sinking herself completely into a dark void.

At least here, she could temporarily escape this boundless humiliation.

“Darling?” Rest’s low, thunder-like dragon speech sounded in her consciousness, carrying a trace of probing.

He noticed the abnormal stillness of the silver dragon beneath him. The violently trembling body had suddenly gone quiet, and even the warm tears had stopped flowing.

A faint, hard-to-detect worry crossed his mind. Had he been too intense earlier and caused her to faint?

No response. Rest worriedly saw the silver dragon body lying on the ground like a beautiful sculpture that had lost all vitality.

“Wife?” He switched to a more intimate address, his voice gentler, as if coaxing.

His huge black head carefully drew close to Rose’s cheek, trying to sense any breath or movement.

Still deathly silent.

“Baby?” Rest’s voice now carried a trace of genuine panic.

His massive, oppressive body finally stopped moving.

The scaled giant claw, with unprecedented care, extremely gently loosened its grip on Rose’s spine and limbs.

His enormous body moved with almost clumsy caution as he slowly withdrew from the trembling silver dragon’s body and leaped aside, landing on the empty ground.