Facing Red Iron Dragon Garos's vertical pupils that were almost spitting out actual flames, Deborah felt a brief tremor in his heart.
She couldn't help but think of those crazy things in the past.
Pictures of intertwined dragon tails, sparks bursting out when scales collided, and gasps intertwined with growls appeared in his mind.
She lowered her gaze subconsciously, avoiding Red Iron Dragon's gaze.
After a few seconds, as if she felt that was too immature, she raised her head again.
Deborah said calmly, "The little dragons have just broken out of their shells, and now is the time when they need their mother's company the most. As for you...Garos, I have already said that I will not interfere with your choice."
Metal Dragon's traditional view on mate selection tends towards monogamy.
But this tradition is never an iron rule. More often than not, it only applies to partners with similar strength and level.
When the strength gap between the two sides is too large, this balance will be difficult to maintain.
In fact, those respected Metal Dragon kings all have more than one partner around them.
Garos is special enough in itself, and now it is the ruler of the Aura Kingdom, which will naturally attract the attention of many people of the opposite sex.
He has always been good at fighting against his own desires and does not indulge in pleasure, but all kinds of temptations always surround him.
Deborah understands that if he really opens his mouth and asks him to follow Metal Dragon's ancient tradition, he may agree, and even treat suppressing instincts as a kind of practice, from which he can gain the satisfaction of training his will.
But she doesn't want to do this.
In the bottom of Deborah's heart, there is always a lingering worry.
She always felt that Garos experienced too many crises and turmoils when she was young, and she always lacked a sense of security deep down in her heart, which is why she pursued absolute power so persistently.
In addition, he has the rare talent of being able to get feedback on growth directly from exercise, which makes it easier for him to immerse himself in endless exercise.
Fight desires and restrain instincts.
These things that may seem like torture to other dragons can be transformed into nutrients for his practice.
Deborah has no doubt that if one day she has to choose between "continuing to become stronger" and "her partner", Garos will definitely choose the former without hesitation.
His heart for pursuing strength is as hard as iron and cannot be shaken.
This is also the fundamental reason why he can grow from an ordinary Red Iron Dragon to King of Aura.
Perhaps even Garos himself didn't realize how similar he and his father Gorsas are in nature.
Both are dragons who are willing to sacrifice everything for power.
As a bystander, especially as a partner who knows him well, Deborah can see it very clearly.
She was afraid that if things continued like this, Garos would one day abandon all factors that might hinder his evolution.
Including emotions, bonds, and even the most basic desires, he eventually turns into a monster with no warmth and only pursues power.
This is the ending that Deborah least wants to see.
In contrast, if Garos could occasionally selectively indulge his desires, which would make her feel more at ease, it would at least prove that he is still a living dragon of flesh and blood.
Red Iron Dragon on the other side didn't know these turbulent thoughts in Deborah's heart.
After listening to her words, the burning in his eyes disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he quickly returned to his usual calmness.
"Well, you're right."
His voice was steady and as usual. "Hatchling Dragon really needs you more now."
Sure enough... I suppressed the strong instinctive impulse in an instant.
Seeing this scene, Deborah's heart sank slightly, and some complex emotions filled his chest.
"Garos," she changed the subject, "I see that you seem to be immersed in exercise recently. Romanian Plains's war is over. You should let yourself relax for a while."
"For example, personally patrol your kingdom and listen to the voices of your people."
"Or disguise your identity as before, take Vera with you, go to Aura's town, and experience ordinary life."
Red Iron Dragon shook his head. "Sounds like a waste of time."
He paused and looked towards the distant mountains, "The war is just a pause and will not end forever."
"This world has never been truly peaceful. No one knows when the next crisis will come. Only by constantly growing stronger can we be qualified to hold on to everything we have now."
Deborah Knows that it will be useless to talk any more.
She understands Garos that once he decides on a certain path, no one can pull him back.
She could only sigh softly and swallowed back the words that came to her mouth.
After a while, the conversation ended.
Red Iron Dragon The restlessness in his heart had long since calmed down, and he returned to his calm and focused look. He walked towards the training ground again, and soon he was immersed in the fulfilling feeling of growing in strength as long as he put in effort.
Time passed quietly, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.
After a high-intensity training, Garos dragged his exhausted body back to the depths of the palace.
He stepped into the spacious hot spring room and slowly immersed his huge body into the water of the perfect temperature.
The dense water vapor immediately rose, blurring the vision. The liquefied energy flow wrapped around the dragon's strong body, slowly seeping into every gap between the scales and muscles, taking away the accumulated fatigue.
Garos Close your eyes and feel the relief brought by the flow of energy in your body.
This was one of the rare moments when he allowed himself to relax.
The pool water is specially prepared according to the constitution of Dragon Race. It is a high-concentration energy. It also contains a variety of magic potion essences with healing and nourishing effects, which has a miraculous effect on restoring physical energy.
Not long after, a team of carefully selected Snake Woman waiters quietly slipped into the pool.
All of them are young and beautiful, with tall and slender figures. They are all the best among Snake-man warlocks, with skillful techniques and precise control of strength.
With an instinctive reverence for the king, these waiters approached cautiously and began to massage the dragon's hard scales and muscles with just the right techniques to help him further relax.
Garos's breathing was smooth and normal, without any fluctuations.
He doesn't have much interest in these weak creatures, and their touch is more like a routine service.
Moreover, fighting against desires is one of his common ways to exercise his will, and this level of contact is not enough to distract him.
However, as time passed, among the many maids' touches, one began to look different.
At first, it also followed the standard path, pressing carefully and restrainedly near the dragon's spine.
But gradually, the trajectory of that touch shifted subtly.
With some tentative teasing intention, the hand slowly wandered along the strong lines of the dragon's spine, and the fingertips traced the edge of the scales vaguely, and finally stopped at a sensitive place where the shoulder blade and the neck were connected. It was one of the few areas in Dragonkin where the scales were thin and the nerves were densely distributed.
The fingertips were gently circling there, with sometimes heavy and sometimes light pressure.
Garos did not open his eyes immediately, but his breathing rhythm became slightly heavier.
The other Snake Woman didn't seem to notice the abnormality and were still focused on the work at hand.
The owner of that hand seemed to have received some kind of tacit signal, and his actions became more clear and bold.
She began to penetrate deep into the gaps between the scales and wander around the dragon's torso, testing the reactions hidden under the armor. She moved across the flanks, waist, and even gradually approached more private areas.
Garos finally slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were still as sharp as knives in the steaming water.
He didn't move much, just lowered his gaze slightly.
A Snake Woman was kneeling at the bottom of the pool, holding one of his front paws with both hands and gently licking the scales on the back of the paw.
The movements are pious and meticulous, and the tip of the tongue occasionally brushes the soft membrane at the junction of the scales.
Feeling the emperor's gaze, she made a movement and then slowly floated upwards, out of the water.
The wet black hair stuck to the side of her slender neck, and water droplets rolled down her delicate skin.
Her appearance is extremely beautiful among Snake Woman, with a natural charm between her eyebrows and eyes.
"My king, do you like this?"
She raised her head and looked up at the giant dragon as tall as a mountain in front of her, speaking softly.
"You've crossed a line."
Red Iron Dragon looked down at her, his voice was like thunder, and there was no hint of happiness or anger.
"Please... please punish me for my transgression..."
Snake Woman lowered his head as if in panic, and leaned forward slightly, revealing a gracefully curved back with a snow-white complexion, which almost shimmered under the light of the water.
Her shoulders were shaking slightly and she looked pitiful.
Red Iron Dragon's eyes stayed on her for two seconds, and then turned to the other waiters. "Everyone, step aside."
The remaining Snake Woman immediately stopped their movements without any hesitation or doubt, slid into the water submissively, and quickly landed ashore.
They took gentle steps and quietly left the bathing area with wet water marks, without making any unnecessary noise the whole time.
The spacious hot spring room suddenly became quiet, leaving only the diffuse mist and the sound of gurgling water.
And, Red Iron Dragon and the daring waiter.
"Zolaya, there is no need to pretend."
Garos said.
Under his gaze, Snake Woman suddenly smiled brightly, and the panic look on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Her body shape was distorted and deformed.
Her face has not changed much, she is still beautiful.
The snake tails on her lower body quickly contracted and turned into a pair of straight and slender legs, with a few blue snake scale lines still remaining below the knees; at the same time, a number of gem-like Blue Dragon dragon scales appeared on her arms, chest, waist and abdomen, etc., arranged in exquisite patterns; a pair of dragon horns forked like lightning snaked out from the side of her forehead, and tiny electric sparks danced at the tips of the horns.
Blue Dragon Zolaya.
She didn't show the slightest fear, but instead puffed out her chest, allowing her beautiful curves to be fully exposed under the sparkling water.
The emperor's coercion seemed to have no effect on her.
"As expected, I can hide nothing from you, my king."
She said softly, "I just want to... personally relieve your fatigue after the victory. Romanian Plains's brilliant record deserves a decent celebration."
She paused, her voice lowered but clearer.
"And I think that myself... can be used as this gift."
The water in the pool was silent for a moment, with only water vapor rising, condensing and dripping.
Garos slowly stretched out his front paws, and a huge shadow enveloped Zolaya.
He opened his claws, held her whole in them, and then raised them to his eyes.
Zolaya fell into the palm of the dragon, assuming a timid and weak posture, holding his knees with both hands, but looking at Red Iron Dragon without flinching.
For a long time, she has had complicated feelings towards the powerful and majestic Molten Iron King.
Awe, admiration, desire, and a kind of contradiction of wanting to get close but not daring to act rashly.
Garos has a tough mind and is rarely swayed by desires. She never actively pursues pleasure and always turns a blind eye to her various hints.
But now the situation seems to have changed subtly.
After Romanian Plains's war, after achieving a glorious victory, no matter how determined your heart is, there will inevitably be a moment of relaxation.
Moreover, that Metal Dragon partner has not been by Wang's side for some time.
The most important thing is that Metal Dragon actually contacted her and told her that now was the best time to get close to the king. Before that, Red-Silver Dragon had been very wary of her.
This might be a trap, or he might be trying to trick her.
But after careful consideration, Zolaya decided to trust Metal Dragon.
So she planned the encounter and blended into the waiter team.
During this period, she once felt as if her mind had been spied on and discovered, but then nothing happened and everything went smoothly.
"King, please... accept this gift."
Zolaya bit his lip lightly, leaning against Red Iron Dragon's curved and sharp hooked toe, rubbing it slowly.
Her cheeks gradually turned red, and her breathing became rapid. The electric sparks jumping at the tip of the dragon horn became more active, crackling, intertwined with the steaming heat of the hot spring, and making a subtle popping sound.
Garos has some fluctuations in his eyes.
He could feel the temperature, trembling, and some fiery anticipation of the body in his claws.
The instinct that has been suppressed for a long time is ready to stir up at this moment, fighting with reason.
"It's a nice gift," he finally said, his voice becoming a little low and hoarse, "I accepted it."
Exactly one month later.
Red Iron Dragon just flew out of the palace and reappeared at the training ground.
His movements looked the same as usual, still calm, and every beat of his wings carried majestic momentum.
But if you observe carefully, you will find that his flying posture is slightly more relaxed than before, and his spirit is no longer as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.
Moderate indulgence did allow him to relax to a certain extent.
He quickly returned to his daily training schedule, as if the one-month absence had never happened and everything was business as usual.
And inside the original hot spring room that was almost in ruins.
Blue Dragon has returned to its original form and is struggling to support its body with its forelimbs.
Large areas of the scales on her body were cracked and rolled, and strands of blood continued to seep out of the gaps, dyeing the pool water beneath her pale red; her right front paw was twisted unnaturally, obviously broken; there were many dents in the scales on her chest and abdomen, which were traces of the impact of Colossal Strength.
What's more serious are the injuries inside the body.
At least four ribs were broken, and internal organs were also damaged to varying degrees. Every breath pulled at the injured area, causing sharp pain.
For her, what just happened was no less than a life-and-death fight.
This is the result of the huge gap in strength and body between the two sides.
But there was no look of pain or regret on Zolaya's face.
On the contrary, with a certain sense of satisfaction in her eyes, she gasped softly and tried to move her body.
Those pains seemed to tell the power and madness of Red Emperor, which was what she was most obsessed with.
She was intoxicated by the unparalleled sense of power, the control that seemed to be completely crushed but was carefully left with room for at the last moment.
Skylight spilled through the broken windows, forming several hazy light pillars.
Zolaya looked at the dust flying in those light pillars, replaying the scene just now uncontrollably in his mind.
Red Iron Dragon's breath as hot as a flame brushed past her ears, and she felt an almost shattering pressure when her sharp claws pressed against the scales. She couldn't help but curl up her intact claw, and gasped slightly as the wound was being touched.
Finally, she fell into a deep sleep with satisfaction.