Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

“Oh, no. Noble Lunamos is a human slave... No way. ”

Ramusa interrupts you immediately, speaking loudly. I don't know about anything else, but this was something I really shouldn't have done.

“Wait. Why do you disagree that Lunamos is okay? ”

It was not important at all for Ramucia's opinion, but I wanted to know why the situation was against it.

“Of course not! Humans enslave noble Lunamos! This can never happen. ”

“So Ramusa is the problem with the dragon Lunamos becoming a human slave? ”

“Yes! This is absolutely ridiculous. ”

For Ramousa, Lunamos was a god. The almighty god you believe in becomes a human slave? It was unbearable for a man of faith. It's because Ramusa has great affection for the poem. I might have resisted more when I first met him.

The poem grabbed Ramucia by the arms. Then I rubbed my chest and asked again.

“You sure you can't? If you make a treaty of slavery with Lunamos, you can continue to be with him and touch your lewd body as much as you want. ”

“Oh…”

The poem said Ramucia had some insight into the situation. If Lunamos hadn't made the covenant of slavery, he would have parted from the poetry, and if he did, he could have stayed together and continued his pleasant reproductive activities.

Ramucia didn't want to break up with the poem. Even though I pretended not to be, I wanted to be with him enough to keep expecting him to touch his body or put his penis in. Ramusa didn't know the identity of this emotion, but he was at least willing to be with her.

“Don't you want to stay with me? ”

“I can stay with you if you want me to choke your head. ”

Ramucia felt ashamed to say that she wanted to be with him, so Ramucia replied as if he would stay with her if he asked her to. I was ashamed to tell him how I felt when I asked him to lick and stuff my chest and vagina actively.

“Really? That's enough. I don't think you need to be here tomorrow because you don't want to be with me that much. Tomorrow, Lunamos' power will return, and you won't have to protect him. ”

“Now, wait a minute. ”

Ramusa was in a state of sudden panic as the poet moved his hand to his side and said.

“Why?”

“I, I... I want to be with you...”

“Yeah? I don't think so. ”

“No, really. That was just a joke. I want to be with you. How do you expect me to believe that? ”

Ramusa is in a hurry. She's ashamed to say that she wants to be with you, but things get bigger. At this rate, Lunamos' power might have to leave the town tomorrow and return home. Lunamos was no longer important without making a pact with the Oracle. It was important whether or not he broke up with the poem.

“I don't know. We'll talk about that later. I need to make a treaty of slavery with Lunamos now. Oh, didn't I tell you not to do that? ”

“No. How dare I bare with Lunamos' decision. I'll wait here quietly. ”

Ramusa, who had just said that slavery should not be made in such a strong tone, became silent in a few words in the poem.

“Then let's do it. How are you gonna do that? ”

The poem asked Lunamos.

“Simple. Imprint the essence of slavery on the existence of its owner. However, it is not possible to enter into a treaty of slavery in any way if the other party is willing to refuse at this time. ”

Lunamos explained it step-by-step. I told them exactly how to imprint from a simple concept.

“Are you sure we can do this? ”

The poem checked again before the treaty was made.

“I'm sure of it. Please, I want to be with my master. ”

Lunamos' eyes were filled with faith and belief. A dragon who had lived for thousands of years couldn't help but say a few nice words. It's just a solid decision because you feel the value and you don't want to miss it.

“Thank you. I'll get started then. ”

The poem lays Lunamos on the bed and puts his hands around the center of his chest, as he learns. Then he raises Margaery to the essence of Lunamos' existence. I felt the endless magical power of the ocean. It is the collective point of magical power commonly called the Dragon Heart and the essence of existence.

Here, the poem evokes the will and engraves the unknown language taught by Lunamos. I don't know, but according to Lunamos, it's an ancient word for "master."

If Lunamos refuses here, the inscription will disappear and nothing will happen, but because he accepted the brand of the poem, the existence of the poem was imprinted on the essence of Lunamos' existence as clearly as he signed it.

There were no fancy effects or sounds, but this made Lunamos the perfect slave to the poem. Now, the order of the poem has become a body that has no choice but to follow anything.

“Is that it? ”

If it was a game, it would have an effect or a clear graphical effect, but it seemed like there was something engraved on it, but I didn't have any more senses.

And I said, "Yes. This has made me a complete slave. Now we must do whatever the master says. ”

Lunamos smiles faintly. There was no expression of anxiety at all. Rather, he was relieved by the pledge of slavery before the seal was lifted.

Of course, the poem did not intend to do anything strange or excessive with Lunamos' ability to enter into the covenant of slavery. You may need a little help expanding your business, but it was a simple task, not compulsory.

But now that the poem has enslaved dragons, even emperors with one finger and immense influence on other planets have become indifferent to even the most powerful people who can do anything they want. Dragons alone make us the most powerful men in the universe.

“Thank you.”

The poem hugged Lunamos. In the beginning, I wanted to make a covenant of slavery with Lunamos, so I sealed my strength, gave him all sorts of shame, and let him enjoy the pleasures, but things were easily solved. It was because the level of yin yang symbiosis was so advanced that it was so good at sex.

Thanks to the Treaty of Slavery, I wasn't sure if I was going to get an immense amount of EXP to break through level 5 and level 6 or even level 7 all at once, but I didn't intend to check it out right now. I was really curious, but it was not my intention as a human to just make a vow of slavery and check the EXP.

The poem kissed Lunamos, who was completely his slave. Lunamos has been melting away with a sticky kiss.

While the poem and Lunamos were having a great time, Ramucia looked at him with a nervous face. At this rate, I felt a lot of pressure because of the anxiety that I would have to pack up and go home tomorrow.

I really didn't want to leave when it came to this. I wanted to live a happy life while living with the situation as it is now.

“Happy?”

Ramusa secretly speaks the word "happiness."

Thinking about it, I felt happy when I was with the poem. The dragon Lunamos, who was chased by God for no reason, was not a slave to the Holy See. It was possible because I was happy and like it that much.

And his body was already tamed by the poem. From time to time, all I could think about was that I wanted to spend the night with the poet rather than protect Lunamos. My body and mind have already realized the taste of pleasure. If I didn't know, I already knew the taste, so it felt terrible to imagine living without the poetry.

Then there was only one option. How to never break up with the poem. It was only the pledge of slavery that Lunamos had just made. If you become a slave to the poem, you will never part again.

“Human!”

Ramusa, who made his decision, licks Lunamos' chest as if it were a jest. I couldn't wait any longer.

“Yes? Why? ”

“Make a covenant of slavery with me. ”

“With you? Why? ”

Rather, the situation surprised me a little. What you just said was a joke. I didn't mean to send it back. It was surprisingly fun to have cute cat shapes and stupid behavior.

“I just want to. I never wanted to be with you. ”

“If you don't tell me the truth, I don't want to. What are you really up to? ”

When the poem inquired, Ramucia became restless and blushed. I felt that I shouldn't have said what was in my heart.

“That way... I can stay with you... I think I like you...”

In the end, Ramusa had no choice but to speak as he was. However, I was too ashamed and nervous to say this, so I felt less and less nervous. The first emotional changes I experienced were too embarrassing.

“Did you just say that because you wanted to be with me? That was a joke. I won't send it back tomorrow, so you don't have to promise me slavery. ”

“Yes, you don't have to do that to Ramucia. ”

Reclaimed, Lunamos kindly said to Ramucia, reminding her of her cheerfulness and spilling a clear fluid. When he regained his strength, the situation and feelings that he felt disappeared and he became a body that he couldn't even feel the joy of, so he didn't have to become a slave to Ramucia because it was just the way he had chosen.

But Ramusa was more urgent when he heard it. I was afraid to tell him to go back. It was better to make sure I was comfortable with the pact.

“I still want to do it. I want to make a vow of slavery and stay with you. ”

“Really? You won't regret it later? ”

“I don't regret it. ”

Ramusa stares at the situation with his eyes full of resolutions.

“Nothing bad about having to be me, but still... can I cancel this pact later? ”

The poem asked Lunamos. It shouldn't be bad to make a pact, but Ramucia seems to be acting impulsively, and I'm a little worried.

“It's possible, but it requires the will of its owner to break the pact. ”

“Yeah? Well, that's not so bad. I'll make a treaty of slavery, so let me know if Ramucia wants to break it later. I'll get rid of it right away. ”

The poem spoke kindly to Ramucia.

“Are you doing it? ”

“Yes, I will. Let's spend a few weeks. ”

“Thank you, mortal. I will follow your orders from now on. ”

Ramucia was greatly pleased with the poem's permission. Earlier, Lunamos strongly opposed the making of a treaty of slavery, and now he rejoices in making one.

“Just lie down. I'll do it right away.”

The poem laid Ramucia down and imprinted on the essence of Ramucia's existence as he had done to Lunamos earlier. The covenant of slavery was usually forced and reluctant, but now he was anxious to do so, so Ramucia became a slave to the poem without any difficulty.

Slavery itself is very humiliating and miserable, but there was great relief for Lunamos and Ramousia. It was because I could stay with the poem. They were deeply fascinated by the poetry like other women, and were already in a deep swamp that could not be separated. In a shallow, deep swamp that can't even come out.

Because of the enslavement, the situation had sex harder than usual, and Lunamos and Ramusa could not break out of the Pleasure Swamp.

After sex, Lunamos quickly fell asleep, exhausted by the overwhelming comfort he felt, and Ramucia licked the penis of the poem like a cat. It was a very affectionate tongue tease.

The poem lay on the bed and took the tablet out of the subspace.

And I saw how much the EXP had increased.

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Sorry for the prolonged performance cycle. I want to write it constantly, but it's so hot that I can't write it well. Let's try to use it consistently.

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