novelraw Chapter 375: Deborah, Come, Bear Little Dragons with Me!
Chapter 375: Deborah, Come, Bear Little Dragons with Me!
“Shameless blue dragon, humph.”
Brass-silver dragon Deborah watched the direction where Zoraya’s figure had disappeared, flicked her tail in displeasure, and muttered under her breath with obvious sourness in her tone.
Then she turned her head and looked at the red iron dragon beside her.
“Garoth, whatever you do, don’t be seduced by that blue dragon’s sweet talk.”
Deborah said, “She carries Green Dragon blood; deep down she must be a sly, treacherous bitch. Who knows what vicious schemes she’s plotting in her heart?”
As she spoke, her long tail swung unconsciously from side to side; she felt unsettled inside.
Across from her, the red iron dragon slightly inclined his head upon hearing her words.
“I have restraint.”
He replied curtly.
However, barely after he finished, his tone shifted, as if he were thinking seriously, and he said, “Still, if I judge purely by appearance, honestly, Zoraya’s sky-blue scales are really stunning, brilliantly glossy.”“And those unique split horns of hers do catch the eye, very distinctive.”
He paused, then continued evenly, “So, the suggestion she made earlier, in some respects, isn’t entirely without merit.”
Deborah’s eyes widened in an instant, as if she’d heard something unbelievable.
She immediately raised her voice, urgent and rebuking, “No! Absolutely not! She’s definitely tricking you, weaving a sweet trap! If you fall for her, your end will be miserable!”
“Besides… besides you’re only a young dragon. How can you be cavorting with a full-grown adult dragon?”
She said in a flustered voice.
Garoth lifted his head slightly; faint bloodshot veins rimmed his eyes as he appraised the excited brass-silver dragon.
“Age has never really been a problem for me.”
His voice was low, “Any dragon, judging by my physique, my strength, my presence, would not think of me as an ordinary young dragon.”
“My body has already developed to levels that rival, even surpass, many mature dragons.”
His gaze gradually grew aggressively hot, as if carrying real heat.
Where it passed, Deborah even felt as if her own scales were warming slightly.
She instinctively hunched her neck and lowered her voice a few degrees to ask, “W-what do you mean?”
The red iron dragon bared his teeth in a feral smile and stepped forward.
His massive frame surged closer, almost completely casting Deborah’s relatively slender, graceful form into his shadow.
He bent his head and fixed a burning stare on the delicate brass-silver dragon, speaking bluntly.
“Simple. I want to sire a few offspring, to see if they inherit some interesting traits, for example, whether one day they might develop thoughts of killing their father.”
I paused, staring at Deborah, then continued, “Heh, what do you think of that idea?”
“You can’t even guess, if a large dragon is born, whether we’ll inherit his ugly Dominik bloodline, or your power, or instead produce some unexpected, entirely new hybrid form.”
Before Deborah could respond to such blunt, aggressive words, her mind went blank; all she heard was Garoth’s heavy, oppressive breathing getting closer.
When that hot breath blew across her cheek like a warm current, Deborah felt her limbs go inexplicably weak and her heartbeat race out of control.
But then she snapped back to her senses with a shiver and snapped angrily, “You lustful, lecherous red iron dragon! You… you’re not even fully adult yet! What filthy nonsense are you always thinking about?!”
She said this while backing away in alarm.
Like someone fleeing for their life, she wildly beat her wings and kicked up a panicked gust.
Garoth lifted a claw but paused midair and then slowly lowered it, not actually dragging the fleeing Deborah back.
He inhaled deeply.
At that moment, Zoraya’s sky-blue, clear-as-day scales and her gorgeous, unique horns; Deborah’s elegant, lithe, curvaceous figure; the phoenix Ankhia’s magnificent resplendent plumage… those images flashed through his mind uncontrollably.
Finally, even White Dragon Trixie’s figure flickered past.
Smack!
Garoth, irritated, slapped the side of his own face to break the untimely image of the White Dragon from his mind.
“Is the frenzied flame making my desires spike so much?”
He wondered inwardly, trying to sense and suppress the frenzied flame flickering deep in his consciousness.
He found, however, that the flame’s intensity hadn’t grown significantly compared to before—after all, not long ago he had vented effectively by slaughtering demons.
After a brief pause, Garoth watched Deborah retreat in panic and embarrassment and let out a rueful laugh while shaking his head.
“Seems my body is fully matured; earlier it was just the stallion instinct acting up.”
“Heh, the frenzied flame didn’t create desire out of nothing; it just makes me more direct and less guarded when facing primal urges.”
He thought to himself.
In truth, for all dragons, the youth phase is a time when body and mind reach vigorous peaks; both strength and certain primal desires are in full bloom.
Many vicious dragons begin searching for mates during this age.
Some early maturers even start indulging themselves in adolescence.
Garoth’s physical development, strength tier, and mental maturity all far exceed other dragons his age.
Even with strong self-control, it’s natural for him to occasionally have strong instinct-driven thoughts.
Moreover, the frenzied flame is subtly weakening his restraint against impulses.
On the other side, Deborah flapped hard and had already shot into the snow-swept sky, flying so urgently it looked like she wanted to escape Dragon Valley in one burst, away from the suddenly wild red iron dragon.
But when she couldn’t help glancing back and noticed Garoth hadn’t chased her down like he did earlier when forcing her to train, Deborah secretly breathed a sigh of relief—and for some reason, a faint disappointment flickered through her, leaving her conflicted.
She circled aimlessly high above for several rounds, letting icy snowflakes batter her scales.
In the end she didn’t truly leave.
Deborah turned back and flew to Scorchsteel Fortress again like a startled ostrich, diving into her spacious, comfortable sleeping chamber.
Garoth had seen the whole process.
“Deborah won’t refuse me once she’s fully adult. As for someone like Zoraya, once I show a little interest, they’ll probably be delighted and comply.”
Garoth withdrew his gaze from the fortress, thinking inwardly.
On the matter of mating and reproduction, he actually agreed somewhat with the Metal Dragons’ viewpoint.
He believed one should hold some restraint and not be wholly ruled by pure desire; at least wait until fully adult and in a more stable state before considering such matters.
More importantly, his current size was far larger and might be too overwhelming compared to someone like Deborah, and his mastery of Transformation wasn’t yet precise enough for delicate shape control.
Besides, he had recently been training younger dragons in case of crises.
Objectively, conditions weren’t ideal for taking action.
“I’ll need to take some time later to research and practice Transformation.”
Garoth filed that thought away.
“Sorog.”
He calmed his scattered thoughts, settled his spirit, and used the Bloodline Connection to call the iron dragon brother stationed in the Ser Wilderness.
Garoth said, “The negotiations with the Dominik Dragon Cluster have completely broken down. Notify everyone and gather the great dragons and several lords. Prepare for the possibility of all-out war. I’m heading to the wasteland now.”
Iron dragon Sorog replied immediately, “Understood!”
His voice came through the link, deep and steady, “If war between the two great clusters is unavoidable, victory will ultimately belong to our Ignas Dragon Cluster.”
After the brief communication, Garoth ended the call.
“Vira, come.”
He turned right and spoke calmly.
A small head cautiously poked out from a crack in the giant boulder nearby.
Faerie dragon Vira fluttered her wings and timidly approached the red iron dragon, looking as if she were afraid he might be displeased and gobble her up like a snack.
“Ga-Garoth…”
Vira said shyly, “Deborah is still inside the fortress; she didn’t go far. I can lead you to her if you want?”
She tried to change the subject, her voice trailing off.
Garoth ignored her clumsy suggestion and said directly, “Go inform Deborah and the other great dragons in Dragon Valley that I’ll be returning to the wasteland for a period. The valley’s routine defense and order remain your joint responsibility.”
The faerie dragon looked relieved and nodded vigorously, her little wings beating quickly.
“All right, all right!”
Vira hurried toward the fortress and shouted aloud, “Task accepted! Vira is the most reliable! Garoth, you can go with peace of mind!”
Garoth said no more.
He flung his wings wide, planted his muscular hind legs into the ground, and beat his wings.
He rocketed toward the sky at incredible speed, a long tail flame trailing behind like a meteor carving through the wind and night, and soon vanished from sight.
At the same time, in a chamber in Scorchsteel Fortress, Deborah’s tail-tip swung from side to side as she felt Garoth’s presence rapidly receding.
She lay on the soft fur rug on the floor but felt restless, tossing and turning as chaotic thoughts coiled in her mind like tangled threads.
What if next time Garoth really loses control and his beast side runs wild?
Should I go with it, or… helplessly submit?
Deborah’s scales warmed and she couldn’t help but think that.
Just as she was lost in wild thoughts—
Thrum!
The ground suddenly trembled noticeably.
Deborah instinctively turned her head and saw Garoth’s powerful, rugged form pushing open the heavy metal door of her chamber, walking in slowly, step by step.
Huh? Didn’t he just leave? How did he come back so quickly?
She was filled with confusion for a moment.
But that confusion lasted only a second before a flood of intense embarrassment, a hint of irritation, and a strange anticipation drowned it out.
“Garoth, why… why are you back?”
Deborah scrambled up from the rug, blinking, forcing an air of calm, “I warn you, don’t do anything reckless.”
Garoth strode across the metal floor with heavy, resolute steps.
He kept closing the distance to Deborah.
“What do I want, Deborah? Don’t you know in your heart?”
He grinned a way different than usual—exaggerated and leering.
He chuckled and then said, “Ah, my dear Deborah, my sweet darling, hee-hee, my silver-scale treasure—yield to me!”
“After all, it’s only a matter of time.”
“You might as well join me now and give me a clutch of adorable, strong little dragons. How wonderful that would be!”
Under Garoth’s burning gaze, Deborah felt every scale on her body heating as if about to ignite.
She backed up step by step, struggling inside.
Soon she was backed up against the metal wall with nowhere left to retreat.
“St-stop getting closer! Or… or I—”
Her eyes were panicked.
“Heh, or what do you want to do?”
The red iron dragon grew even more excited, tone teasing, “Resist then, struggle all you want! That will just turn me on more!”
“You—”
Just at that tense moment, Deborah noticed the sly smile on the red iron dragon’s face.
Her voice faltered; her wits returned in an instant.
Deborah keenly detected many subtle differences between this imposter’s tone and demeanor and the real Garoth’s.
She immediately focused her attention and observed carefully.
Sure enough! She found a flaw.
Although the impostor mimicked him well, many small details weren’t identical to the real Garoth.
“Vi—ra—?!”
Deborah’s embarrassment and panic vanished in an instant, replaced by fury at being toyed with.
She let out a low roar, bared her teeth, and lunged at the fake red iron dragon in a rage.
“Ah! She saw through it! Run, run!”
From within the massive red iron dragon’s body came Vira’s voice.
In the next moment, the lifelike illusion burst like a bubble and vanished with a pop.
The real faerie dragon Vira flapped her tiny wings desperately and shot like a streak toward the half-open window, attempting to flee.
But just as she was about to bolt through the window—
Creak!
A layer of crystalline ice, glittering and exuding cold, instantly formed across the window, creating a solid barrier.
Startled, the faerie dragon slammed into the ice with a muffled thud.
She reeled, stars in her eyes, wobbling through several dizzy circles in the air before a timely dragon claw reached out and caught her securely.
“Th-thank you…”
Dazed, the faerie dragon mumbled thanks.
But one moment later she snapped fully alert and looked up.
Deborah’s beautiful face loomed inches away.
“Oh, beautiful and gentle Deborah.”
Vira immediately put on a sycophantic smile and tried to play it off, “Garoth asked me to tell you he’s gone to the wasteland for a while!”
She hurriedly added, “Also, you remember our agreement, right?”
“The loser of a prank can’t be angry—getting angry will make dragons ugly!”
At that, Deborah tugged the corner of her mouth into a smile without any real amusement.
“Angry? Since when would I get angry?”
“How can you tell I’m angry? We Metal Dragons are always magnanimous.”
She tilted her head slightly, the smile growing brighter, “Little Vira, don’t be nervous. I just thought of a fun game and wanted to play it with you.”
Seeing Deborah’s smile, Vira’s heart skipped a beat.
She asked cautiously, “What game?”
“Of course—the mouth-entry game!”
The moment Deborah finished speaking, she suddenly opened her mouth wide—
She inhaled and swallowed the unprepared faerie dragon whole.
Then she shook her head rapidly and vigorously.
After a full half minute, Deborah spat the drenched faerie dragon out with a plop.
Vira was now covered in glossy saliva, her scales soggy, lying motionless on the floor.
“So, still fun now?”
Deborah, still fuming, asked and prodded Vira with her tail.
The faerie dragon weakly opened one eyelid but wisely didn’t respond, instead closing her eyes and splaying her limbs.
Playing dead.
Deborah, too irritated to bother further, flicked the saliva from her tail-tip and dropped her feigned ferocity.
She walked over to the window and with a flick of her claw dissolved the icy barrier.
Deborah stared out at the howling wind and snow beyond the fortress, her thoughts drifting back to earlier events and her heart racing again.
Yet, after Vira’s bold, provocative antics, Deborah’s mindset had subtly shifted amid her shame and annoyance.
“Damn Garoth. Who’s afraid of whom? Next time he tries that, I won’t back down even a step. I’ll show him the power of the Metal Dragons and see how brave he really is!”
Deborah ground her teeth and vowed fiercely in her heart.