Chapter 230: Pleasuring The Dragoness
Kalon stared at her for a long moment without moving. His mind was trying to process what was going on.
The dragoness form was still settling from the landing, wings half-folded, heavy ice breasts rising with each breath, strong lower body dug into the frost.
It was Sifa. He could feel her presence clear through the new shape. That did not make it easier to accept what he was looking at. The face was hers. The breasts was hers. Everything else belonged to the dragon she had been raising since the tournament.
"Sifa," he said.
Her ice-blue eyes locked on him. For a second she tried to speak, then her whole body shuddered hard.
The dragon frame began breaking apart.
Scales receded. Wings drew inward and vanished into pale light and cold mist. The rest of the body shifted and reformed until Sifa was regular once again, fully naked in the open air outside her mansion.
Her full nipple-less breasts hung free and soft against her ice torso, heavier than they looked when she was dressed. Then her eyes rolled and her knees gave out.
Kalon caught her before she hit the ground.
She was cold in his arms the way Cryons always were, skin smooth as polished ice, body completely bare.
He adjusted his hold so her head rested against his shoulder and carried her inside the mansion, through the quiet halls and up to her bedroom.
He laid her on the bed carefully and pulled a sheet up over her waist, leaving her chest uncovered so he could watch her breathing.
Her breasts settled softly to either side of her torso, pale and full, still faintly glossy from the cold outside.
Then he sat on the edge of the mattress and waited.
It took a few minutes before her eyes opened again.
Sifa blinked up at the ceiling, then turned her head and found him. Relief moved through her face at once.
"Kalon..."
"I’m here." He kept his voice even. "What was that outside? You looked like you had become part dragon."
She pushed herself up slowly on her elbows. The sheet slipped further down her hips and left her fully exposed from the waist up. Her heavy ice breasts shifted with the movement, soft and bare, and she made no effort to cover them.
"All summoners have a bond with their summons," she said. Her voice was still a little weak. "The longer you fight together, the deeper it grows. Once it reaches a certain point, merger becomes possible. Body and summon occupy the same space. I did not fully understand it until it happened. One moment I was calling him. The next we were the same thing."
Kalon watched her closely.
"Can you control it?"
"I think so. Now that I have done it once, I can feel the line back to my normal body. But it drains me badly when I release it." She glanced down at herself, then back up at him with a tired smile. "I did not mean for you to see me collapse naked in the snow."
"I’ve seen you naked before, Sifa."
"I know." Her cheeks did not flush the human way. Instead a thin sheen of meltwater gathered faintly along her collarbones and the upper slopes of her breasts. "Kalon, I missed you so much."
Kalon sat with that for a second.
A merger strong enough to turn her into a full dragoness meant her combat ceiling had jumped to even greater heights.
Josinia was growing fast with lightning and earth. Thea was awakening dangerous life and death skills. Daisy had raw command pressure and a platinum rank. But Sifa, with a controllable dragon form on top of her ice affinity and rising gold rank, was quietly becoming the most powerful member of his harem.
If she kept developing the merger, she would outpace the others in pure combat value.
He needed to keep investing in her.
Sifa reached out, took his hand, and placed it directly onto her bare breast.
The ice flesh was soft and full under his palm. No nipple. Just smooth cold weight that gave beautifully when he squeezed. Sifa’s breath caught the moment he applied pressure.
"I missed you," she said again, quieter. "Not only the talking. I missed your hands on me as well."
「Sifa’s Seduction」
Seduction Stage Eight: 80%
Stage eight. Close enough to ten that every advance mattered.
Kalon kneaded her breast slowly in his hand.
Sifa’s mouth opened at once. A soft sound left her as meltwater began beading along the curve he was holding. He brought his other hand up and took the second breast as well, pressing them together, working the soft ice flesh under his fingers while she watched him do it. Her chest was heavy enough that both hands stayed full no matter how he shaped them.
"Kalon..."
He leaned in and kissed her. Sifa kissed back immediately, hungry and cold-lipped, one hand sliding into his hair while he kept massaging her heavy chest.
The sheet was pushed the rest of the way off her body. Her thighs parted slightly on the bed without him needing to ask. Meltwater slicked his palms as he squeezed harder, thumbs dragging over the smooth nipple-less surface of each breast until her back started to arch.
He moved over her, still dressed, hands never leaving her breasts for long. Every firm squeeze drew another soft moan out of her and more meltwater under his palms. Sifa arched into his hands, ice body already starting to slick with the early signs of the heat she could not produce the human way.
Her legs opened wider under him, and she pulled at his shirt with weak fingers while he kept kneading those full cold breasts without stopping.
"Please," she whispered against his mouth. "Don’t stop touching me."
Kalon squeezed both breasts harder and felt her whole body respond under him, stage eight sitting right there at the edge of something higher, the sex only just beginning.