"T-This is…"
Lyanna spoke as her breasts heaved up and down in anticipation, her face completely flushed in a beautiful red, to get some balance, she spread her arms out towards the side since her complete lower half, including her legs, were at the mercy of Barbatos, he smirked as he bent his knees and let his cock caress over her vulva.
Seeing her below him in such a vulnerable position made Barbatos feel even more thrilled. Since her body was very flexible, he bent her legs till they were almost touching the floor on either side of her head while her torso was completely off the floor. Currently, he didn't even have to support her lower back and was able to hold her ass up in the air by herself.
Lyanna gulped, seeing this familiar pose since she knew his cock would always penetrate her the deepest in positions like these and ravage her soul and body with pleasure, she had experienced them during these days, which would leave her a slurping mess.
Barbatos flexed his back as he thrust his thick cock right into her pussy, making Lyanna's ass tremble in excitement since Barbatos had stimulated all her sensitive spots, including her g-spot, all in one go.
"Ahhhnn~"
She let out a long soft moan and began to have her whole body shake as Barbatos continued to pound her rapidly, her large breasts were bouncing up and down, making it quite an alluring sight for Barbatos to enjoy, and seeing how she was turning her face away from him shyly, only made him excited even more to dominate this Goddess of a Dragon even more.
Slick!~Slick!~ Slick!~...
The sounds of his cock plundering deep into her womb with each thrust echoed in the room.
"Ahn!~Ahnn~Ahnng~"
Lyanna was continuously moaning sensually as her body shivered and shook with pleasure and Barbatos's brutal thrusts, since she was a Dragoness, she was strong enough to take on Barbatos's unrestrained thrusts since he also didn't have to hold back too much, thus making this steamy battle real satisfying for him.
Since this position was too stimulating for her, Lyanna couldn't help but have her lower half jerk as she felt trails of fire pooling in her abdomen.
"Aaaah!~"
A gush of her love juices splashed out just as Barbatos took his cock out and let go of her legs as he let his cum rain all over her body, Lyanna closed her eyes as she opened her mouth to receive some of it into her mouth, she only got even more excited seeing him cum so much painting her body in his.
"Now…let's try your favorite pose next, I don't want to be an unfair s**."
Barbatos chuckled while Lyanna smiled with a red face, inadvertently thinking about some adventurous things in her mind, the two continued to battle and tussle on the floor till it had turned a new shade from Barbatos's warm milk and became wet from Lyanna's numerous orgasms.
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Many days later, on Twilight Island — within the colossal fortress known as Castle Black, deep in the Palace of Dragons...
The black skies churned with slow thunderclouds. Black lightning occasionally forked across the sky, briefly illuminating the looming silhouettes of dragons and the spiked towers of the castle. A procession of dark creatures — twisted goblins, horned ogres, trolls and kobolds— carried heaps of glittering treasure, rare ores, and ancient relics toward the gaping maw of the Dragon Pond.
The wealth they bore was enough to make emperors envious. Enchanted gems larger than a dragon's claw, floating scrolls inscribed with ancient incantations, elemental crystals pulsing with sentient energy — all were gathered in reverence and fear.
In the vast central arena, dragons clashed with bone-shaking force, their roars echoing like thunder across the canyons of obsidian. These duels weren't for sport alone; the victor had the right to claim whatever treasure they desired from the hoard carried in. For true dragons, this was tradition — a brutal, beautiful affirmation of supremacy.
On an elevated obsidian balcony, Emily and Hannah, two adolescent black dragons, watched the unfolding chaos. Their wings were tucked neatly to their sides, and their dark-scaled tails curled in tense spirals as they observed the treasure they once believed was partially theirs vanish into the depths of the Dragon Pond.
Emily's brown eyes were locked onto a series of vaults filled with arcane artifacts. Her tail lashed irritably behind her.
"All of that… belongs to Brother!" she hissed, voice trembling with a mixture of awe and frustration.
The size of the gathered hoard was enough to cause kingdoms to crumble from envy. The number of artifacts gathered under Barbatos' reign had grown beyond rational comprehension. Dragon Kings of old would weep at the sight.
Emily's claws clenched. "Thousands of years! That's how long it would take us to amass even a tenth of that on our own."
"And yet we fought too..." she added bitterly. "We dissolved dozens in our acid clouds. That has to count for something!"
Hannah, ever the quieter of the two, tilted her head, blinking slowly. Her tone was mild, but laced with truth. "Emily, we didn't exactly do much. Most of the battles were already in our favor. Brother's generals didn't even let us near the Legendary-tier enemies."
Indeed, the Dragon Beasts — Void Descended — Elite Draconic Knights breds of void-infused kobolds — had shielded the dragon siblings with fervent loyalty. They formed a living wall of scales and magic, eager to ensure no matter too much harem came to the royal hatchlings.
Emily growled. "Still… we're part of the Royal Black Lineage! That treasure should've been shared."
"Emily..." Hannah turned toward her, expression turning serious. "Don't even think about it. Have you forgotten what happened when you tried to sneak a single coin from Mother?"
Emily's snarl vanished as if struck by lightning.
"Don't remind me," she muttered.
The memory was vivid — a single moment of greed. A glinting gold coin. The sharp voice of Queen Lyanna — their mother. And then... pain. A punishment so severe Emily nearly lost half her lifeforce. Black dragon discipline was not gentle. That moment left a wound deeper than any blade.
"Hmph!" Emily spun away from the railing. "I won't look anymore. The more I watch, the angrier I get."
But even as she turned, her mind spun.
She remembered Barbatos during the last major campaign — a walking apocalypse in draconic form. Every flap of his wings summoned storms; every breath melted fortresses. She remembered how, with one swipe, he tore through an army of soul-bound demons.
That power… she wanted it.
She needed it.
The arena roared again — but this time, not from a battle.
A shadow fell across the square.
From the clouds above descended a massive black dragon — wings wide enough to blot out the sun. His scales shimmered with a dark luster like obsidian dipped in oil as published to the brim. His aura exuded unfathomable pressure — the weight of an entire realm compressed into a single being.
Barbatos.
But he wasn't alone.
Behind him, a much smaller, but no less majestic figure followed — a sleek black dragoness whose presence nearly equaled his own in majesty. Her scales shimmered like dark starlight, and her brown eyes burned with ancient pride.
Emily's breath caught.
"…Was that… was that Mother?" Hannah asked, blinking in disbelief.
Emily's pupils narrowed. "That was her. Queen Lyanna. The Sadist of the Obsidian Age."
Although there is no difference between black dragons for other creatures, it is nothing more than a difference in size, but for true dragons, the characteristics of each individual are not too obvious, so Emily recognized at a glance that it was the black dragoness, Queen of Darkness Lyanna, who abused her!
In the world of dragons, names were earned in blood. And Lyanna's was legendary — both revered and feared by both her daughters. She had ruled the Dark Forest Skies.
"Brother brought Mother back?" Hannah said softly, eyes wide.
"What 'Mother'? She's a tyrant!" Emily snapped, then paused... and grinned. "But now… Brother will make her suffer."
In their mind Barbatos method is very cruel. Lyanna is finished, which can be regarded as revenge.
They imagined Barbatos dealing punishment even worse than Lyanna's — poetic, karmic revenge.
But what they saw next chilled them.
As the dragons entered the palace, Lyanna's body language was... submissive and she looked happy and strong.
She followed him willingly. Gracefully. Even happily.
"Wait…" Hannah murmured, tilting her head. "Why does it look like she's the one submitting?"
"…No. That's not right," Emily growled. Her wings twitched, and her eyes gleamed with rising dread.
"Yes! Why does it seem that she took the initiative to follow.. and looked very happy about it?" Emily immediately raised her vigilance.
Emily's brain was chugging along like a well-oiled machine, trying to decode the chaos around her.
Her mind raced.
Originally, aside from Barbatos, there had only been two other true black dragons in Dusk Island — herself and Hannah.
And Hannah? Soft. Gentle. Hannah, the fool, could not compete with her at all. No threat at all.
Emily had expected to be the second most powerful in the future — perhaps even the heir.
But now, Lyanna has returned. An adult black dragoness — a full-fledged Queen, once feared across the continent — now walking beside Barbatos with his aura enveloping hers.
Emily knew how many treasures there were in Dragon Pond. It is no exaggeration to say that the treasures were larger than those in the previous Castle Black, especially after being piled up. Barbatos must have used some spatial method to store the treasures.
Emily's position was in jeopardy.
Very jeopardy.
Her tail twitched again, her mind calculating. "If Brother is gone one day… the hoard will go to his heir. And if I'm displaced…"
She didn't finish the sentence.
Now her position as the heir seems unstable!
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At that moment, the skies above trembled with residual energy, and the Black Dragoness Lyanna descended in a spiral of dark winds and raw majesty. Her wings sliced the air as she landed with a deafening thud upon the obsidian platform, her talons raking deep furrows into the earth. A cloud of dust and pollen with mist burst upward, mixing with the pure arcane energy in the air.
Before her lay Barbatos—the Black King who landed without making a sound.
He reclined lazily atop his grand throne of blackstone, its roots pulsating with vibrant life and magic. The throne itself resembled a warped fusion of stone and abyss, as if the forest and void had struck a bargain and birthed a sovereign's seat.
Lyanna, powerful in her own right and revered among black dragons for her mastery of acidic breath and void-flight techniques, stood there silently, unreadable. Her glowing brown eyes studied Barbatos with a mixture of passion and curiosity.
She had not yet spoken.
Sensing her hesitance—or perhaps challenging it—Barbatos moved.
With a flick of one claw, a surge of ancient druidic energy rippled beneath the earth. From the soil erupted a gigantic, gnarled wooden dragon claw, over twenty meters long, shrouded in faint green mist and runes from a lost sylvan language. It burst through the hard dark stone with terrifying speed and seized Lyanna in one swift motion.
Caught off guard by the abrupt and precise attack, Lyanna had no time to retaliate. Her wings flared, a wind tempest beginning to form around her—but before she could unleash her fury, the claw underwent a sudden transformation.
The bark softened. The aggressive grip loosened. Vines gently uncoiled and bloomed into glowing flowers as wide as shields. The rough texture turned smooth and silken. In a breath, the crushing claw had become a majestic throne of living wood and fragrance, suspended like a cradle above the ground, sculpted in the likeness of Barbatos's own seat.
The floral throne gently lowered her back to the earth, setting her upon it.
Barbatos grinned, still in his colossal draconic form—black scales laced with ancient runes, eyes like twin suns eclipsed in shadow. "How does it feel, Mother?" he asked, voice laced with amusement and reverence.
Lyanna's heart skipped a beat, not from fear, but from something far deeper—recognition. In that single act, he hadn't just flexed dominance—he'd shown mastery over an ancient, long-lost branch of magic only practiced by Primeval Dryads and the Firstborn Trees. And he did it with the ease of breathing.
"I… I dare not presume," she murmured at last, her voice faltering. She transformed back into her humanoid form, long dark hair tumbling down her back, her dark robes fluttering around her. Lyanna—once considered a pure-blooded elder—was now sitting, quite literally, on the lap of a new epoch.
She observed with barely concealed awe. The light in her eyes intensified, a silent storm of admiration and uncertainty stirring within her.
As a black dragon herself, she understood how difficult it was to master nature-aligned arcana. Black dragons were creatures of entropy, corruption, water and shadow. For Barbatos to command such high-tiered nature magic meant only one thing—he had transcended the traditional dragonic path. He had stepped into something deeper, something far older.
This was not the magic of sorcerers or shamans. This was Primordial Rootcraft—a cultivation style whispered of in abyssal tomes and forbidden elven scrolls. It combined spiritual resonance with nature's fury and was said to be born from the union of abilities and seed. Its practitioners didn't just control nature—they bonded with it, corrupted it, and evolved through it.
Such power wasn't learned. It was earned through trial, death, and transformation.
The bond between Lyanna and Barbatos was no mere reunion of kin. It was layered. Complex. Their blood might be shared, but their paths had diverged long ago and now it mixed again never to separate again.
She found herself caught in a whirlwind of admiration and disorientation, facing a son who had outgrown the lineage she once upheld.
And yet, despite the shock, something warm bloomed in her heart.
Pride.
She let her fingers trail across the throne beneath her. The flowers shifted ever so slightly to mold perfectly to her frame. The scent, rich and hypnotic, calmed her restless thoughts. It didn't just feel good—it felt divine.
A small, smug smile curled on her lips. "It's… pleasant," she finally admitted, deliberately underplaying her awe.
Barbatos's grin widened, flashing serrated teeth that gleamed like obsidian blades. He moved forward, slowly, with the grace of a sovereign predator. "To celebrate your submission—no, your return—I offer you a gift worthy of a dragon queen."
As he spoke, his chest glowed with layered blood.
He extended his clawed hand.
From his palm floated a seed—a Twisted Pure Void-Fushed Heartseed. A much greater Twisted Seed. Its form was otherworldly, shaped like a black lotus pulsing with faint lavender light, surrounded by a corona of void mist and chaotic ley threads. It shimmered with an unnatural energy that seemed to distort the space around it.
"This seed," Barbatos said, his voice low and solemn, "was born from the convergence of three forbidden roots of mine, my blood, the void and the ability."
Lyanna stared at it, her mouth dry, her pupils dilating.
No treasure of the Dragon Courts had ever matched such potential. No vault in the Ten Celestial Peaks held anything as pure… or as dangerous.
She reached out, her fingers trembling, but not from fear—from desire.
As her hand closed around the seed, their gazes met.
He wasn't just her son.
He was the Black Sovereign now.
And part of her—perhaps the deepest, most primal part—welcomed it.
Lyanna stared at the strange object before her, a shiver crawling down her spine. Now, in her hand, she can feel the power in it. There was something ancient and divine pulsing within it—a raw, unfiltered power that dwarfed anything she had ever felt. Not even the countless nights spent tangled with him—his body pressed against hers, flooding her again and again with that virile essence charged by the Void—could compare to all those Creampie.
Her body had learned to drink in that energy, from the deepest recesses of her womb to the warmth of her lips, greedily absorbing every drop he gave her. Yet even all those fevered sessions combined—every moan, every tremor, every time he pushed her beyond her limits—held not a fraction of the power encased in this single, glowing seed. It was overwhelming… as if the universe itself had been condensed into this fragment, and now it waited… begging to be claimed.
"Don't resist—let it merge with you!"
His voice cut through the air with commanding urgency, reverberating across the ancient forest clearing like a judgment from the roots of the world itself.
Black Dragon Lyanna's brown eyes quivered with a maelstrom of emotions—confusion, thrill, defiance, and an undercurrent of desire. Her obsidian-scaled chest rose and fell as she hesitated, her instincts clashing against her reason. Yet… she could not ignore the voice of the one that challenged her, and recently… shared pleasure, passion so primal that it doesn't exist in her Dragon Heritage.