Beast Taming: Reincarnated With The Ultimate Bond System!-Chapter 249 - : : Shadows and Stares!

The colossal shadow of the Veythar dragon—Venya in her full, terrifying glory—swallowed the academy courtyard whole.

Whispers turned to gasps; heads snapped upward in unison. The air grew thick with tension, the kind that precedes a storm or a revelation.

Students, nobles and commoners alike, froze in place—pegasi snorted nervously, spectral horses flickered like dying flames.

"That’s... that’s a Veythar dragon!" a voice cracked from the crowd—a young noble boy with trembling hands.

"What?" another echoed, panic rippling outward like a stone in water. "Impossible! How—?"

Screams erupted sporadically—girls clutching their skirts, boys backing away, teachers shouting for calm while their own faces paled.

The dragon hovered there, immense wings beating just enough to hold her position, each downstroke sending gusts of wind that tore at cloaks and scattered loose parchments. Dust swirled in cyclones across the cobblestones, stinging eyes and choking throats.

Elara Voss pressed even closer to her twin brother Elarion, her arm looping tightly around his, fingers digging into the velvet of his uniform sleeve.

Her heart pounded—not from fear, but from the thrill of the unknown chaos. *Oh god, look at that beast... massive, powerful, just like you, dear Brother. Imagine riding something like that... no, riding you while it flies. Your cock buried deep, wind whipping my hair, your hands on my tits... fuck, I’m getting wet already.* She bit her lower lip, suppressing a shiver as her thighs rubbed together subtly beneath her short skirt.

Elarion’s ice-blue eyes fixed on the hovering behemoth, his expression unreadable but his jaw tight. He didn’t flinch as the wind blasted them, but when he heard Elara’s soft squeak beside him, his attention snapped to her.

She was rubbing her eyes furiously with her free hand, tears welling from the dust that had blown into them. "Ah—damn it—"

Without a word, Elarion clenched his teeth and raised two fingers to her face. A soft glow emanated from his fingertips—subtle water magic, drawn from the moisture in the air. Cool, low-pressure streams trickled out like a gentle rinse, washing the grit from her eyes.

"Did that help?" he asked, his voice low and gentle, meant only for her.

Elara blinked rapidly, her vision clearing. She looked up at him, her eyes beaming with adoration and something far more heated. "Yes, dear Brother. Thank you."

*God, you’re so protective... makes me want to drop to my knees right here, pull out your cock, and suck you dry in front of everyone. Let them see who owns me—who I own. Fuck, Brother, I need you inside me now.* 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

But before Elarion could respond, the dragon’s wings flared wider—sending another massive gust ripping through the courtyard.

Chaos ensued: screams, stumbling students, a few minor wards flickering to life around the more paranoid nobles. And then, from the dragon’s back, figures began to descend.

Aiden landed first—leaping from the ridge of Venya’s neck with effortless grace, cradling Luna in his arms bridal-style.

She hugged him desperately, her black hair whipping around them like a storm cloud, her breasts pressed against his chest as they touched down with a loud thumb.

Luna’s blue eyes sparkled with exhilaration.

Behind him, the other wives followed.

Selvara and Aethoniel unfurled their wings and glided down like fallen angels, landing lightly beside Aiden.

Arisha grabbed Xylendra and Valeforia by the waists, her strength evident as she jumped, the three beauties twisting mid-air before touching ground with predatory poise.

Thristle scooped up Lysandra bridal-style on a whim, grinning wildly. "Here we go!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with childlike excitement.

Lysandra buried her face in Thristle’s boobs, crying out in horror, "We can get off like normal people! Venya just has to land!"

But Thristle laughed uproariously—"This is better, Lyse!"—and leaped, landing with a thud that cracked a cobblestone.

Nyxion hoisted Zerra onto her back piggyback-style and jumped, the goblin girl’s whoops echoing as they descended.

Nayla carried Vegia princess-style, the shy hobgoblin blushing furiously as they floated downward as if she has feathers falling.

Finally, Venya herself began to lower—her massive form settling with earth-shaking delicacy—and in a swirl of crimson light, transformed back to her humanoid self.

The hot, curvaceous woman stood there in her female uniform, the blazer and short skirt accentuating every curve, her crimson hair falling perfectly as if the shift hadn’t disturbed a strand.

The courtyard—already packed with nobles on their pegasi, carriages—fell into absolute silence. Every eye locked on the group: Aiden at the center, his wives arrayed around him like a personal harem of goddesses. Disbelief hung in the air thicker than the dust. Whispers started as faint ripples.

"Is that... a real Veythar? And it just... turned into her?"

"No way. How does a commoner have such a thing?"

Luna squealed in Aiden’s arms, still cradled like a bride. "Master, that was amazing!" She leaned in, planting a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek, her body pressing even closer against him in a way that drew more than a few envious stares.

Aiden just grinned in amusement, his smug expression unchanging.

"Let me go already," Lysandra cried from where Thristle arms, as she set Lysandra down with a playful spin.

Thristle grinned wider. "Lyse, chill." She ruffled Lysandra’s hair playfully.

"Now I know why our Husband is mad for you too," Nayla teased Vegia.

Vegia blushed deeper, fidgeting with her cloak. "C-Can you please not say such things?"

Nayla set the shy hobgoblin down with a wink.

"Tch. It was cool, I guess," Selvara said, crossing her arms with fake annoyance, though her lips twitched in a smile.

"My Lord, riding me was great, right?" Venya walked closer to Aiden, her hips swaying with draconic confidence.

"Yes... Look at them all. It’s like they’ve been struck by lightning," Aiden said, pointing toward the other students with a chuckle.

"Yeah!" Thristle and Nyxion chorused excitedly, high-fiving each other.

The silence shattered then—not with applause, but with rage.

"You goddamn commoner!" a voice bellowed.

Elarion Voss stormed forward, his elegant face twisted in fury. He grabbed Aiden’s collar with one hand, yanking him close enough that their faces nearly touched. The crowd gasped—House Voss was untouchable; this was scandal.

Aiden blinked, confused internally. *Is this one of those moments where I have to deal with a jealous high-rank student? Typical.*

His wives tensed—Luna’s hand twitched in his arms.

Thristle cracked her knuckles, Nyxion’s fluffy tail lashed. They sensed blood in the air.

"Dear Brother, show him!" Elara said, walking up beside Elarion like a shadow, her voice laced with venom. Her ice-blue eyes burned with something darker than anger—jealousy, perhaps, at the attention Aiden’s group commanded.

Aiden smirked, infuriatingly calm. "What? You jealous I stole your flashy entrance?"

"Yes!" Elara spat angrily, her cheeks flushing with more than rage.

Simultaneously, Elarion snarled, "No!"

Elara, Aiden, and his wives turned to him in confusion, the courtyard’s tension breaking into awkward murmurs.

The other students whispered in disbelief. "He is in trouble?"

"Man, those women are all stunning."

Luna tilted her head toward him. "Then... why are you angry?"

"Because of your stupid dragon, dust went into my dear sister’s eyes!" Elarion growled, his grip tightening on Aiden’s collar.

Everyone’s faces turned comically nervous and awkward. Aiden’s smirk faltered into bemusement. Thristle snorted, trying not to laugh. Lysandra covered her mouth. Even Venya looked sheepish.

On the other hand, Elara’s face burned beet red, and she squeaked, "W-what? Really? That’s why you’re angry?"

Internally, her mind raced with filthy delight: *Dear Brother! My heart’s gonna burst. You’re so protective... makes me want to drag you behind those spires right now, bend over, and beg you to fuck me raw.*

Venya laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her head. "Sorry about that."

"Brat..." Aiden said angrily, his voice dropping to a dangerous low as he pried Elarion’s hand from his collar. He set Luna down, squaring up. "She said her sorry. Now it’s your turn to apologize for calling my wife stupid."

"Say sorry? Me?" Elarion asked in outrage, his aristocratic features twisting. "To a commoner and his... pet?"

Suddenly, someone held his arm gently but firmly. "Brother, please. Everyone’s watching."

They all turned.

Ela Voss—their half-sibling, two years younger—stood there, her soft shoulder length lavender hair catching the returning sunlight, her amethyst eyes calm but insistent.

She slowly let go of his hand, stepping forward with quiet grace. Bowing slightly toward Aiden, she said, "Let me apologize for my older brother. The dust was an accident, but his words were uncalled for."

The other students gossiped louder now, the courtyard buzzing like a hive.

"What is happening here?"

"She is bowing to a commoner?"

"Really? The second daughter of the Voss family."

"Well... am I to say no to a beautiful girl like you?" Aiden smirked, his anger fading into amusement as he extended a hand to help her straighten.

"Beautiful? Her?" Elara said, annoyed, her voice sharp with jealousy. *Beautiful? That little half-breed? She’s nothing compared to me—to us, Brother.*

Ela straightened, a faint blush on her cheeks, but her expression remained composed. "Thank you for your understanding."

Elarion huffed, turning away, but Elara clung to his arm tighter, her body pressing against his side in a way that looked innocent but felt anything but.

Aiden waved it off. "No harm done. But watch your words next time." He turned back to his wives, who relaxed visibly—though Thristle was still grinning like a maniac.

The crowd’s whispers grew into a roar of speculation as the reality sank in: a commoner—not just any commoner, but one with a harem of goddesses and a shape-shifting Veythar dragon—had just upstaged the Voss twins.

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END OF Chapter : 249 : SHADOWS AND STARES!

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