Two minutes later, the cave floor violently trembled.

​Caspian burst through the entrance of the den, walked bristly with his heavy feet until he reached the sleeping area.

His golden eyes were blazing, his tail leaving deep grooves in the dirt as he scrambled over. He thought it was a medical crisis, a dynamic threat to the child, something that could require his urgent assistance—until his nostrils flared.

​The heavy, combined scent of fox and falcon lingering in the air around Hana hit his dragon senses like a torch.

His jaw locked, a terrifying, jealous rage instantly exploding from his aura as his throat glowed orange, a promise of violence and fire. He thought they had taken advantage of her while she was weak and recovering.

​"Hana!" Caspian bellowed, his voice a tectonic rumble of pure fury. "Did those two dare to force themselves on you while your ribs are still—"

​Before he could unleash a full roar, Hana reached out from the mattress, her fingers wrapping tightly around the base of his dark horn.

With a sudden, heavy jerk, she dragged his massive head down onto the bed, cutting off his breath.

​"Just shut up and kiss me, lizard," she snarled against his lips.

Caspian’s explosive rage choked directly in his throat. The raw, violent aura radiating from his black scales instantly collapsed as Hana’s fingers clamped around his dark horn, dragging his heavy frame down onto the mattress.

The moment their lips smashed together, the fiery orange glow in his throat dissolved into a low, stunned vibration.

This wasn’t a forced assault. The thick, unmistakable scent of her own sweet, driving pheromones was entirely overwhelming the traces of fox and falcon musk in the air. She was the one driving the cycle.

Hana didn’t give his brain time to run the variables. Her tongue forced its way past his teeth, hot and dripping with the wild urgency to claim his mouth.

Caspian let out a deep, gravelly groan against her mouth, his hands instantly planting themselves flat on the bed to anchor his weight.

He was terrified of crushing her, terrified of grinding against that ugly, fresh gray scar on her flank, or pushing down on the baby, but Hana’s grip on his horn was unyielding, pulling him deeper into the suffocating heat of her haze.

"Hana..." Caspian panted, tearing his lips away for a fraction of a second, his golden eyes completely slit into wild, frantic needles. "You are... your body is burning. The child—"

"I told you to shut up," Hana growled, her dark eyes swirling with a feral, demanding lust.

She reached down, her slick fingers tracing the fabric of his sweat pants. "I know my own body, and I know I’m fine enough to do this. So just... Give me what I want."

She didn’t wait for him to do anything. Hana shifted her weight, lifting her hips and sliding down onto his already hard, monstrous cock before he could even guide it in.

She spread her legs, and he muttered her name like a growl,

"Hana,"

He moved his own hips, pushing himself into her already wet, sticky, and stretched-out hole. And without even realizing it, he thrust all the way in.

"A-Ah...!" A loud, completely uncharacteristic gasp left Hana’s lips as the sheer girth of his cock stretched her walls to their absolute limit. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

It was an immediate, blinding friction that ground directly against her deepest internal markers, knocking right at the heavy, pulsing nest where the little dragon was resting.

The sensation was so intense her vision whirled with pure white noise, her head tossing back as her fingers dug deep into the thick muscles of Caspian’s shoulders.

Caspian’s jaw locked so hard a drop of blood leaked from his fang. The feeling of her tight, dripping walls clamping frantically around his monstrosity was pure torture.

Every predatory instinct in his blood screamed at him to pin her down and claim her with raw force, but the sight of that raised gray scar on her side kept a tight leash on his power.

"Look at me, lizard," Hana rasped, her teeth grinding as she began to grind her hips above him, forcing the friction she had been begging for.

She leaned down, his sweat-slicked breast pressing against his chest, her voice dropping into that slurred, dangerously captivating tone. "Don’t just sit there. Move."

"Hana... if I go rough, I will tear the stitches," Caspian rumbled, his voice a deep, agonizing vibration as his tail thrashed against the cave floor, leaving deep gouges in the dirt.

"I’m already repaired," she hissed, nipping aggressively at his collarbone, her nails leaving white scores on his dark skin. "Just... be careful. Fill me."

That was the final variable. Caspian’s control immediately shattered.

Grasping her hips with immense care—his thumbs bracketing the scarred tissue without touching it—he began to thrust upward from underneath.

He also caught her breast bouncing before his eyes with his mouth, sucking hard with his mouth, his long tongue swiping around the nipples while he squeezed her other breast, not too hard though.

He held her hips with one hand and continued like that, savoring the taste of her breasts with his mouth, and her pussy with his cock.

Every single thrust was heavy, thick, and perfectly measured, bottoming out against her entrance until there was absolutely no space left between them.

Hana’s eyes rolled back completely, her mind entirely short-circuiting under the sheer scale of the pleasure. The little dragon in her womb seemed to thrive on the intense surge of primal energy, pulsing with a deep, content warmth that radiated through her lower abdomen.

Caspian ground his hips against hers, his breath against her breast coming in hot, smoky gasps as he picked up the pace, matching the relentless hunger driving her movements.

Hana was completely helpless under the friction, her body spasms turning into a sudden, violent wave of consecutive orgasms that clamped her walls around him like a vice.

"H-Hana," he groaned, finally letting go of her breast and keeping his grip hard on her butt cheeks. "I’m... cumming, haaa!"

Caspian let out a final, roaring groan that shook the very dust from the den ceiling.

He thrust deep one last time, holding her tight against his massive chest as he flooded her womb with his thick, boiling essence, completely feeding the greedy, growing lineage within.

> [QUEST COMPLETED: THE BOND’S NURTURE]

> Objective: Individual session with Mate: Caspian.

> Reward: +15,000 Karmic Points.

> Current Balance: -842,880

The soft chime in her head finally rang out, signaling the absolute completion of the daily primal quota.

Hana collapsed like a doll onto Caspian’s broad chest, her skin slick with sweat, her breathing shallow and completely spent.

The suffocating, artificial fire in her veins was finally dying down, leaving behind a heavy, bone-deep exhaustion that made her limbs feel like lead.

This... she would never make a mistake like that again.

Caspian remained perfectly still beneath her, his massive arms wrapping around her waist like a protective fortress, his long tail settling quietly over the edge of the bed.

He buried his face in her hair, his heart beating a steady, heavy rhythm against her cheek.

"Rest," Caspian whispered, his golden eyes settled and grim with a fierce, protective focus as he looked toward the entrance. "I will watch over you."

Hana didn’t mutter a single word. Her eyes closed, her mind instantly shutting down the system displays and the blueprint layouts as she plunged into a deep, heavy, and thoroughly earned slumber.

The quiet inside the den was peaceful, and she wished for no more dramas, but that peace didn’t last past the following afternoon.