THDG Chapter 3: The ‘First Night’ After a Year*

As Elliot’s lips met his own, the Dragon God thought to himself—

—In this entire year, we have never even kissed like this before.

Both of their lips were tense, reflecting their nervousness. Amidst that stiffness, Elliot’s tongue hesitantly parted the Dragon God’s lips, slipping into his mouth.

A slick sensation followed as the tip of Elliot’s tongue brushed against the Dragon God’s.

The unexpected feeling of another person’s tongue startled him. He knew it was a part of Elliot, yet it felt almost like a completely different creature—

“Mmh…”

After lightly licking the tip of the Dragon’s tongue, Elliot delved in deeper.

The Dragon God clenched the bedsheets, searching for words of affection amidst their entangled tongues. Sensing his response, Elliot grew bolder, running his hand along the Dragon God’s body.

With each button undone on his shirt, the Dragon God’s heartbeat quickened.

Elliot was trying to be careful, yet there was an undeniable urgency in his movements—one that the Dragon God found unexpectedly endearing.

As their tongues continued to dance, Elliot pulled the shirt open, sliding his palm over the Dragon God’s chest. When his fingers unexpectedly grazed a nipple, the Dragon God flinched and broke the kiss.

“Dragon God-sama? Did that hurt?”

“…No, don’t mind it.”

Elliot studied his face.

Then, without warning, he pinched the nipple.

“What are you doing!?”

“W-Well… You seemed really tense, Dragon God-sama,” Elliot explained, his movements slightly hesitant. “I thought if I found a spot that felt good, you might relax a little…”

“…!”

The rough fingers kneaded at the Dragon’s nipple—somewhere he had never even considered sensitive.

He didn’t think it would feel pleasurable, and yet, an unfamiliar shiver ran down his spine. His voice wavered slightly as he protested, “There’s no need to mess with that.”

“Is that so?”

“……”

The Dragon gave a small nod.

“Then—” Elliot obediently let go and shifted his hand lower.

With a metallic clink, the belt came undone.

“Lift your hips, please.”

Being given instructions by someone nearly four centuries younger than him was frustrating, but the Dragon God obeyed nonetheless.

The skirt and slacks fell to the floor with a rustle.

“…Is this okay?”

“Don’t ask…”

Elliot’s hand moved to the underwear.

What was revealed was something incomparable in size to Elliot’s. Though this should be considered standard, a mysterious sense of embarrassment made the Dragon God turn his face away.

Elliot swallowed hard as he saw it slightly erect.

“Dragon God-sama… are you excited?”

“…Shut up. Hurry and undress.”

“Yes──”

Elliot casually tossed his shirt aside.

His good physique was apparent even through his clothes, but once undressed, the sharpness of his well-defined muscles was arresting. And then—the numerous scars littering his body.

Noticing the Dragon God’s gaze, Elliot muttered, “This is… embarrassing.”

“All these scars are from battles. If I were stronger, I wouldn’t have been marked like this.”

“What foolishness.”

The Dragon God gently traced a scar on Elliot’s shoulder with his fingertip. The act alone conjured visions of Elliot fighting valiantly.

“These are proof that you fought to protect others. There is no shame in them.”

“Dragon God-sama──”

Elliot seized the Dragon God’s hand, still lingering on his scars.

Then, he declared plainly, “Become my bonded mate.”

The Dragon God stiffened, caught off guard. “…We are already mates.”

“We are. But I want to bind myself to you more deeply. So deeply… I could never let you go.”

“…………”

“What do you desire?”

“…Silence.”

The Dragon God lay back on Elliot’s bed, staring at the ceiling.

Elliot retrieved a gel from the bedside drawer, coating his palm, and ordered, “Legs.”

“Open them.”

The Dragon God’s expression flickered.

After a fraught pause, he parted his stiffened legs awkwardly, hyperaware of Elliot’s piercing gaze from the edge of the bed.

The bed creaked as Elliot settled between the Dragon God’s thighs.

He felt exposed—the lamplight quivering in Elliot’s eyes as they roved over him. The Dragon God’s body tensed.

Elliot’s hand dipped lower, fingers slicked with warmed gel pressing inward.

“Nn…!”

“…Does it hurt?”

“I’m… fine.”

A slick, wet sound filled the bedroom.

—Elliot’s fingers were moving. Inside of him.

Realizing this, the Dragon felt his own breath grow unsteady.

Gently, Elliot spread him open, smoothing gel along his inner walls. And then—

“Ah—!?”

“Dragon God-sama!?”

Elliot’s fingers brushed against a particular spot, making the Dragon God jolt. Panicking, Elliot quickly withdrew his fingers.

“Are you okay!? I’m sorry, I’m not very experienced…”

“…No,”

The Dragon God told him there was no need to apologize. It felt strange, but not painful.

“If you’re sure…” Elliot murmured hesitantly.

The Dragon God spoke again, unable to look directly at him.

“It’s about time, isn’t it? You can put it in.”

“Eh—”

“Any more of this and you’ll just be suffering, won’t you?”

Elliot’s underwear was stretched tight. “I… I mean, but…” He tried to deflect, but when the Dragon gazed at him with slightly misty eyes and said, “Don’t worry about me,” his protests died in his throat.

“I will take all of you.”

For a year, the Dragon’s expression had been unreadable. But now, Elliot thought he saw something there—something that, if he wasn’t mistaken, could be called love.

“…Alright.”

Wanting to respond to that feeling, Elliot removed his underwear.

Fully hardened, it looked even bigger than before. He guided the slick tip to the spot he had prepared, pressing against it.

“…Ah. Come.”

With a wet sound, the sheer mass of it forced its way inside.

“Hnn…! Khh—!”

His inner walls stretched mercilessly, and the Dragon God pressed his hand against his mouth.

His body was being invaded.

“Relax,” Elliot urged.

“I… I know.”

Even after four hundred years of life, he had never imagined a day would come when he’d be penetrated by a human man.

By a being so different from himself, by one of the lower creatures he was meant to protect.

Was what he felt humiliation? Or was it—

“Hah… ngh—”

Just as he wondered how much further it would go, Elliot stopped.

“Ah…” The Dragon exhaled in relief. It was finally over.

“Dragon God? Are you okay…?”

“Ah… It’s… nothing.”

To be honest, it was a lot.

He wanted to curse—What the hell does he eat to get this big?

Elliot let out a breath of relief and then, unbelievably, said—

“Alright, now for the other half.”

“…What?”