Chapter 16

Lilith looked as if she had discovered a new continent, her purple eyes sparkling, and her fingers tentatively traced the curves of the dragon horns.

"No...don't mess around...Lilith..." Serphia's cheeks flushed red as she tried to dodge, but her body went limp from the unfamiliar stimulation, and her protests sounded weak and powerless.

At this moment, her black hair was loose, her wheat-colored skin had a healthy blush, her dark eyes were watery with embarrassment and annoyance, her small dragon horns trembled slightly due to sensitivity, and her black dragon tail swayed unconsciously, brushing against Lilith's smooth thighs...

This scene is filled with a strange allure.

As Lilith gazed at her new master, whom she had personally created—a man brimming with youthful energy and the allure of the dragon race—the light in her purple eyes gradually shifted. From initial ecstasy and satisfaction, a familiar succubus-like desire and aggression began to tinge in.

My master has now... transformed into a beautiful, sensitive, and incredibly delicious-looking dragon-blooded girl...

Moreover, flowing within this body was the soul of its master, a soul she knew intimately. A flame, a mixture of love, possessiveness, and a strange, exciting sensation, quietly ignited in Lilith's heart.

She licked her slightly dry lips, her voice becoming sweet and alluring again, with a hint of seduction: "Master...you look so beautiful right now...and you seem...so sensitive..."

When Serphia saw the familiar lustful glint in Lilith's eyes, alarm bells went off in her mind. She instinctively tried to take a step back, but stumbled because of her unfamiliarity with her new body.

"Wait... Lilith! What do you want to do?! I am now... I am now..." She tried to adopt her usual commanding tone, but the girlish voice that came out was completely devoid of any authority.

Lilith nimbly approached, trapping her against the stone wall, her fingers lingering suggestively over her now smooth and flat stomach. "Master is indeed Master..." Lilith breathed softly, her ample breasts almost pressing against Serphia's newborn, delicate breasts, her purple eyes filled with aggression and lust. "No matter what you become, you will always be Lilith's most beloved and desired Master..."

She lowered her head, leaned close to Karl's ear, and whispered, "And... Master doesn't want to... personally experience... what... wonders... this new body has?"

As she spoke, her hand began to slide restlessly downwards, its target the mysterious area between Karl's legs, a place completely unfamiliar to him...

Serphira froze instantly, her dark eyes widening sharply, her cheeks flushing crimson, and her black dragon tail twitching nervously...

Lilith's fingers, like the most nimble snakes, slid with undeniable intent towards the warm, hidden valley between Serphia's legs, a place never before explored. Just as her fingertips were about to touch that most tender core, Serphia suddenly squeezed her legs together, a flash of panic and intense shame crossing her obsidian eyes.

"Li...Lilith! No!" Serphia's voice was clear and crisp, yet trembled slightly with panic. Her black dragon tail slapped the ground nervously, raising fine dust. This body was too sensitive; merely sensing the impending touch sent a shiver down her lower abdomen, and a strange, unsettling emptiness quietly began to grow within her.

Lilith paused. She looked at Serphia's flushed cheeks and her eyes, filled with helplessness and resistance. Deep within her amethyst pupils, the burning flames of desire subsided slightly, replaced by a knowing tenderness and profound exhaustion. Only then did she realize the state of her body—forcibly suppressing her injuries, fighting the dragon, and expending her energy guiding her master's transformation had already exhausted her strength. Waves of excruciating pain washed over her, and her vision even began to blur.

“I’m sorry… Master…” Lilith’s voice weakened instantly, filled with deep weariness. Her body went limp, and she staggered forward, almost resting her entire weight on Sephira. Her high, soft, snow-white breasts pressed against Sephira’s now small but perky breasts, bringing a strange, soft sensation. “I… I’m so glad you’re alright… I forgot… I also…”

Serphia instinctively reached out to support her, her hands touching Lilith's smooth yet cold skin, and the rough texture of her gruesome wounds. The shame in her heart was instantly replaced by worry and guilt. She could now clearly feel the depletion and chaos of Lilith's energy—the price paid to save her.

"Don't speak, rest first." Serphia's voice softened considerably, carrying the deep, magnetic resonance unique to dragons. Although it was still a girl's voice, it carried an undeniable authority. She carefully helped Lilith to sit down gently against the dry stone wall.

Seeing Lilith's pale, weak, and battered appearance, and comparing it to the vast, almost overflowing new life **** within herself, a strong protective instinct welled up within Serfira. She had been reborn because of Lilith, and now it was her turn to protect Lilith.

Serphira stood up and walked to the cave entrance. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Instantly, the world around her became completely different in her perception. The wind element flowing in the air, the energy surging deep within the earth, the life **** of countless creatures in the distant mountains and forests... everything was crystal clear, as if she was born to control it all. She could even vaguely sense the relatively vigorous life **** of a human village gathered in the far distance.

The inherited memories and instincts of the dragon race surged into her consciousness like a torrent of awakening. She was Serphira, a dragon descendant with pure ancient black dragon blood, and she was the undisputed ruler of this mountain forest, and indeed, the vast land beyond!

She turned to look at Lilith, who was curled up slightly from exhaustion and pain, her gaze lingering on the wounds that were still slowly bleeding. The succubus's recovery method… Sephira knew. It required consuming the life essence of men.

An idea formed naturally. She would get "food" for Lilith.

“Wait for me here, Lilith.” Serphia’s voice was calm and firm, her dark eyes flashing with the confidence and coldness of a dragon. “I will be back soon.”

Lilith seemed to realize what she was about to do. A complex emotion flickered in her purple eyes—a mixture of longing and an indescribable embarrassment. But driven by her intense physical desire, she nodded slightly, her voice barely a whisper: "...Be careful, Master..."

Serphia stepped out of the cave and into a relatively open area. With a slight thought, the vast, ocean-like dragon power within her was instantly activated!

Boom! A terrifying aura surged into the sky! Her body was enveloped in dense black light, rapidly expanding and deforming! Her wheat-colored skin was covered with enormous, jet-black scales as hard as steel; her slender arms transformed into sharp claws; her long legs joined together and extended to form powerful dragon limbs; and her enormous black dragon wings suddenly unfurled, blotting out the sky! The pair of small dragon horns on her forehead became huge and ferocious, and a long dragon tail covered in bone spikes swept across the ground, easily plowing deep trenches!

In a fleeting moment, a beautiful dragon-born girl vanished, replaced by a massive, imposing, and primal black dragon! She raised her head and let out a deep and majestic dragon roar, the sound waves rolling and echoing across the land. The mountains and forests fell silent, and all living things trembled under the pure dragon's might.

The black dragon Serphira flapped her wings, and her massive body soared into the sky with an astonishing speed that belied its size. She circled high above, her sharp dragon eyes, burning with dark golden flames, sweeping across the vast land below. Villages, roads, farmland… everything appeared like a miniature model.

Soon, her gaze settled on a path not far from the edge of the forest. A figure was walking alone—a tall and robust young woodcutter, carrying heavy bundles of firewood on his back. His bronze skin gleamed in the sunlight, his muscles bulged, exuding a vibrant masculinity and vitality. He was exactly the "food" she needed.

Without the slightest hesitation, Serphia folded her dragon wings and, like a hunting eagle, silently swooped down! Her speed was so fast that she left only a black afterimage in the air.

The woodcutter below felt a sudden darkness above his head, and an indescribable, terrifying pressure instantly enveloped him! He looked up in horror and saw an enormous black dragon pressing down like a mountain! He was so frightened that his soul almost left his body, and he couldn't even scream. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

The black dragon's claws seized him with precision and gentleness. The next moment, the world spun, the wind whistled in his ears, and the woodcutter fainted in **** fear.

Sephira, carrying the **** woodcutter, swiftly returned to the vicinity of the cave. She placed him by the cave entrance and then transformed back into her dragon-born form. The entire process was lightning fast, taking only a quarter of an hour from departure to return.

She entered the cave and saw Lilith still sitting there, her breath seemingly even weaker, but her purple eyes lit up with longing as she entered, staring intently at the cave entrance.

“The food…is here.” Serphia stepped aside, allowing Lilith to see the ****, robust man at the cave entrance.

Lilith's breathing quickened instantly, her pink tongue unconsciously licking her slightly chapped lips. That rich, healthy masculine scent was like a spring of water in the desert, exuding an irresistible allure. Every cell in her body screamed with desire.

She struggled to stand up, but due to weakness, she fell back down.

Serphira stepped forward, silently reached out her hand, helped Lilith up, and half-carried her toward the **** woodcutter at the cave entrance.

As they drew closer, the aura of life essence intensified. The light in Lilith's purple eyes almost materialized into a tangible desire; she broke free from Serphia's support and nearly knelt beside the robust woodcutter.

The woodcutter groggily awoke amidst the violent shaking. The moment he opened his eyes, he met a pair of deep, purple eyes that seemed to suck his very soul away. Those eyes swirled with endless lust and allure, instantly shattering his newly awakened, fragile will. The fear on his face quickly faded, replaced by a blank stare, then replaced by a raging, primal fire of desire.

Lilith didn't need to say anything more; her very presence was the most potent aphrodisiac. She bent down, extended her small, fragrant tongue, and licked the woodcutter's sweaty, muscular chest as if savoring a delicacy.

“Uh…” The woodcutter let out a rough, low growl, driven by desire.

A look of satisfaction and eagerness flashed in Lilith's eyes. She roughly tore open the woodcutter's simple clothes, revealing his bronze, muscular, strong body, and the impressive size of his manhood between his legs, which, even in his **** state, was now rapidly throbbing and erect, with veins bulging, hot and hard.

She could wait no longer, and greedily straddled it, holding the scalding hot thing in her hand, aiming it at the entrance of her already muddy and thirsty flower path, and suddenly lowered her waist!

"Plop—" The thick, hard male organ instantly slid in all the way to the root, and was tightly wrapped, entwined, and sucked by that warm, tight, and alluring flesh!

"Ah ...

She began to thrust and sway her hips wildly, like the most skilled rider, greedily plundering the "food" beneath her. Her full breasts rippled with the violent movements, and her long purple hair danced wildly.

"Mmm...ah...so good...right here...deeper..." she moaned wantonly, kneading her full breasts with both hands, her fingertips pulling at her erect nipples, turning more pleasure into energy.

Serphira stood not far away, quietly watching this scene. As Karl's part of consciousness, she should have felt anger or jealousy, but at this moment, as the dragonborn Serphira, her feelings were completely different.

The rich life essence permeated the air, which felt like a tonic to her. More importantly, the instinct deeply rooted in her dragon bloodline, which was extremely sensitive to the scene of intercourse, was completely activated.

She watched as Lilith's snow-white, alluring body undulated wildly against her bronze, muscular frame, listening to the slapping sounds of flesh colliding, the sticky wetness, the woman's sweet moans, and the man's beastly growls... and her body involuntarily reacted.

A subtle yet distinct throbbing sensation emanated from the unfamiliar, feminine valley between her legs, a strange emptiness and itching quietly spreading, becoming moist and warm. The two small, perky breasts on her chest, their nipples hardening, rubbed against the air, sending shivers down her spine. She could even feel the black dragon tail on her buttocks swaying restlessly.

This pure, visual and auditory stimulation of desire was direct and intense, impacting her newly formed senses as a dragon.

Just then, under Lilith's frantic demands and seductive magic, the woodcutter on the ground let out a low growl on the verge of his limit, his body violently thrusting upwards, and streams of hot, thick life essence violently sprayed into the deepest part of Lilith's womb!

"Ughhhhhh—! Give it to me!! Give it all to me!!!" Lilith also let out a sharp cry of reaching her peak, her flower opening and closing wildly, sucking, her body convulsing violently as if electrocuted, greedily enduring the scorching watering.

After ejaculation, the lust in the woodcutter's eyes quickly subsided, his life **** rapidly drained away, and his body visibly withered away. Lilith, on the other hand, collapsed onto him, breathing heavily, her face flushed with a satisfied and alluring blush. The magical energy emanating from her body was noticeably stronger, and her wounds were healing at an even faster pace.

She sighed contentedly and slowly rose from her nearly drained body. A white, cloudy mixture immediately gushed from her swollen opening, sliding down her smooth inner thighs. She licked her lips wistfully, her purple eyes gleaming, radiant with pleasure.

However, when she turned around and looked at Serphia, she found that something was wrong with her master.

Serphia was breathing heavily, an unnatural blush rising on her wheat-colored cheeks. Her dark, gem-like eyes shimmered with a misty, aroused light. Her legs unconsciously rubbed together slightly, her slender dragon tail thrashing restlessly against the ground. Noticing Lilith's gaze, she seemed somewhat embarrassed and tried to close her legs, only to expose more clearly the suspicious, glistening wetness between her thighs.

Lilith was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized, her purple eyes flashing with a delighted and alluring light. She licked her lips and walked step by step towards Serphia, her voice so sweet it could drip honey: "Oh my... my dear Master Serphia... you seem... to feel the same way too?"

Serphia blushed even more deeply and instinctively tried to back away, but Lilith **** her against the stone wall. Her dragon's proud instincts made her unwilling to admit that she was affected by a mere scene of intercourse, but her body's honest reaction could not be concealed.

“It’s…it’s the body’s instinct…” Serphia tried to explain, but her voice trembled slightly.

“Dragons are inherently lewd…that’s a well-known secret, my noble master…” Lilith chuckled, her cool fingers boldly caressing Serphia’s burning cheeks, then slowly moving downwards, tracing her slender neck and delicate collarbone, finally resting on her now slightly protruding, beautifully curved soft breasts, her fingertips lightly brushing against the already erect buds.

"Ugh!" Serphia's body trembled violently, letting out a suppressed moan. The unfamiliar, sharp pleasure surged through her body like an electric current, almost causing her to collapse to the ground. A hint of panic flashed in her dark eyes, but more so, a new and intense desire ignited within her.

Lilith's fingers continued downwards, gliding over Serphia's flat, taut abdomen, their target the already moist and muddy mysterious valley.

“No… Lilith… wait…” Serphia’s voice was pleading, yet weak and powerless. Karl’s reason was struggling, but Serphia’s body was frantically screaming for desire.

"Master, weren't you also curious just now?" Lilith breathed softly, her other hand encircling Serphia's waist to prevent her from escaping, while her fingertips firmly probed into that warm and tight honeyed crevice that had never been visited before!

"Oh----!!!!"

Serphia suddenly tilted her head back, her neck forming a beautiful arc, and let out a cry that was even higher, more immature, and sharper than Lilith's earlier! Lilith's fingers, as if possessed by magic, precisely found the already swollen pearl and gently pressed it!

An intense, unprecedented pleasure overwhelmed Serfira like a tsunami, instantly shattering all her defenses! Her body trembled violently, her legs unable to support her weight, and she only managed to stay upright thanks to Lilith's embrace. Her vaginal canal convulsed and contracted violently, gushing out large amounts of warm love fluid that instantly soaked Lilith's hands.

“Look… Master, your body… speaks more eloquently than honest words…” Lilith felt the moisture and tightness on her fingertips, and the fire of desire in her purple eyes burned even more intensely. She began to move skillfully, her fingertips sometimes kneading and pressing that sensitive core, sometimes tentatively piercing that tight passage.

"Ah...ah...slower...Lilith...there...I can't take it anymore..." Serphia was completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure, her hands helplessly grabbing Lilith's arms, awkwardly twisting her waist to meet the maddening touch. The unfamiliar lust spread like wildfire, burning away the last remnants of her Karl's will, leaving only the pure pursuit and succumbing to pleasure in her dragon bloodline.

Her black dragon tail was no longer agitated, but instead, as if it had its own consciousness, it wrapped tenderly around Lilith's smooth thigh, rubbing it slightly, as if demanding more.

Lilith watched as the beautiful, youthful, sensitive body, brimming with the power of a dragon, blossomed beneath her hands. Hearing the soft, direct moans—different from those she'd experienced from male penetration—a sense of conquest and excitement unlike anything she'd ever heard before, filled her with an unprecedented thrill. She lowered her head and kissed Serphia's slightly parted red lips, silencing her moans, her fingers moving with increasing agility and depth.

Their naked bodies pressed tightly together, one snow-white and voluptuous, exuding mature and alluring charm; the other a healthy wheat-colored tan, radiating youthful vitality and wildness. Purple hair intertwined with long black hair, creating an extremely sensual and immoral scene.

Under Lilith's superb skill and continuous stimulation, Serphia quickly reached her first orgasm as a woman. Her body tensed like a fully drawn bow, she let out a long, tearful scream, her clitoris contracted violently, and her love juices gushed out as if she had lost control of her bladder. She collapsed into Lilith's arms, her eyes unfocused, only rapid breathing remaining.

Lilith withdrew her finger with satisfaction, the silvery thread still lingering at her fingertip. She licked the honeyed nectar that belonged to Serphia from her fingertip, her purple eyes filled with satisfaction and a strange possessiveness. "Master's taste... is delicious too..."

Serphia slumped in her arms, not wanting to move a single finger. The afterglow of her orgasm still lingered within her, bringing waves of subtle spasms. This delicate and lasting pleasure, purely feminine, was completely different from the explosive pleasure she remembered as a man, yet equally intoxicating.

However, Lilith's injuries had not yet healed, and the movements she had just made had exhausted her strength. Her breathing became somewhat unstable again, and her face turned pale once more.

Serphia keenly sensed this. A new, powerful **** surged within her, and the thought of protecting Lilith once again took over. She struggled to regain her senses from the afterglow of passion and supported Lilith.

“You need more ‘food’.” Serphia’s voice was still slightly hoarse from passion, but her dark eyes had regained some of their composure and majesty. Her dragon instincts told her that while watching and participating in female lovemaking was exciting, the quickest way to heal Lilith was still with the life essence of a male.

Lilith leaned softly against her, nodded, and a hint of longing flashed in her purple eyes, but more so a sense of dependence. She truly lacked the strength to hunt far away now.

Serphira gently helped Lilith sit down beside the stone wall. She walked to the cave entrance, transformed once more into a massive black dragon, and soared into the sky.

This time, she was even more efficient. Her dragon eyes scanned the land and quickly locked onto her new targets—a robust hunter washing his prey by the river, and two young farmers working in the fields further away.

Huge black shadows swept past one after another, the terrifying dragon's might instantly rendering the poor men powerless. Serphia carefully used her claws to carry them back one by one, throwing them onto the open ground outside the cave. The three strong men lay limp on the ground, trembling in the lingering effects of the dragon's might, their eyes filled with terror.