The Dragon Who F*cks A Girl

A white-cut black dragon x A slow-witted gentle holy priestess, all kinds of lactating and tentacle play, first-time interc**rse, the dragon is absolutely loyal!

Synopsis:

After a knight rescued her from the quagmire, Lilya’s sole desire was to draw nearer to that radiance whom she regarded as no less than a deity. She was willing to forge a pact with the legendary infamous evil dragon, to acquire the powers of a holy priestess.

Milk generated without the requirement for pregnancy, accompanied by bodily fluids produced during moments of arousal, carried powerful blessings that could heal all the ailments of the wounded.

People called them “Holy Priestess”

Lilya admired the knight and feared the evil dragon, yet she had to use the dragon’s s**en to harness its magical power to heal the knight.

But one day, that familiar figure clad in mithril armor emerged through the magic circle inscribed on the parchment used to summon the evil dragon.

The knight slowly removed his helmet, revealing the jet-black dragon horn on his head. He ran his finger through his long golden hair in distress and smiled tenderly as ever, “What to do? I’ve been discovered.”

At this moment, Lilya finally understood the meaning of the words the dragon had spoken before.

“Compared to the world, human beings are utterly insignificant. If there were truly gods, they would never help such small and meaningless beings, unless… they harbored malevolence.”

A long, long time later, Lilya leaned against the dragon, stroking its reverse scale, and finally asked the question that had puzzled her for a long time, “Since you can heal yourself, why do you need me? Can’t you just consume your own bodily fluids?”

The dragon retched, “Alright, stop talking, it’s getting gross.”