The dim purple glow of Rossweise's dragon mark pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, its light merging with the warm amber radiance spilling from the crystal chandelier overhead.
Behind the translucent veil of the bed canopy, two silhouettes moved as one in a deep, intimate embrace.
Rossweise's silver tail coiled around Leon's body with the sinuous grace of a serpent, its grip both possessive and enticing, pulling him closer with an irresistible, primal allure.
Isha had been right—there truly was a different atmosphere to a hotel compared to home.
In this quiet, secluded space, there was no need to worry about being overheard; no matter how unrestrained they became, there would be no interruptions. The unfamiliarity of the setting sharpened their senses, layering every touch and whispered word with a thrilling, electric tension.
Rossweise lay on her stomach, a soft pillow tucked beneath her chest. Her breath hitched as she felt the tingling path of Leon's lips tracing a line down to the small of her back.
Her silver eyes, hazy with desire, reflected the shimmering waves of light emanating from her dragon mark as it pulsed in time with her quickening heart.
"Leon… you wretched man…"
After years of marriage, they knew every inch of each other's bodies, every secret place that could unravel the other.
The base of her spine was one such spot for Rossweise—a place where a simple touch could make her strength dissolve and her formidable will crumble into helpless surrender. Her regal composure would vanish, replaced by a vulnerability she showed to no one else.
She called him wretched, but her body ached for him to continue.
Women could be such contradictions. And in the throes of passion, even more so.
Leon used his knee to gently press down on the base of her tail, stilling its powerful coils. Only the very tip twitched restlessly against the sheets, a final, futile show of defiance.
He reached out, letting his fingers glide over the intricate dragon mark at the small of her back. With each deliberate press of his fingertips, the mark's purple glow brightened.
"Tell me, Your Majesty…" his voice was a low murmur, "how much magic have you stored?"
"Id… idiot, it's full, of course," she managed, her thoughts foggy.
"Completely full?"
"Obviously—"
This infuriating man, she thought, talking about magic reserves at a time like this. Yet, even through her haze, she answered him.
"We… We knew this might happen… so of course, I prepared. It's all stored."
"No, my Queen," he whispered, leaning closer until his body was flush against her soft back, his breath warm against her ear. "I don't think it's full enough yet."
Understanding dawned, and Rossweise's eyes widened slightly, a sharp intake of breath catching in her throat.
"What are you—hey, don't you dare—ah… you absolute jerk…!"
"Well then, Your Majesty," he said, his voice dropping to a provocative whisper, "allow me… to help you top it off."
Rossweise's fingers clenched into the pillowcase, her face flushed as she gritted her teeth.
"Always with the… the dramatic lines… can't you just—hey, stop!"
What was meant to be a commanding "roar of the Dragon Queen" came out as a strangled gasp, swallowed by the intensity of the moment.
[Roar ❎️
Moans ✅️
🙂😉]
Not that she truly minded. In truth, she preferred it this way. Without a hint of roughness, a sense of incompleteness would have lingered.
In short, it wouldn't have been nearly as satisfying.
With one hand resting gently on the nape of her neck, Leon looked down at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes.
"Melkvey…" he coaxed, "tell me you want it a little rougher."
"No… I won't say it—"
Wanting it but refusing to admit it—that was Her Majesty in a nutshell.
"Say it," he teased, his movements slowing to a tantalizing halt, "or… we stop right here."
"Hmph… stop if you want. See if I care."
"Rossweise, come on. I want to hear you say it. You want me to be rougher, don't you? My naughty little dragoness."
Physical force was one thing; verbal provocation was another.
Were it any other situation, a hundred Leons wouldn't dare call Rossweise a "naughty little dragoness."
Yet, in the privacy of their "marital exercises," playful names like "naughty dragoness," "useless captive," and "fallen queen" had become part of their unique, shared language.
In essence, anything could be seductive—a central tenet from The Shameless Married Life of a Certain Silver Dragon Couple.
"Boring~ Absolutely boring," she retorted, her voice laced with false bravado.
Even backed against the headboard with nowhere left to retreat, the Silver Dragon Queen's words remained defiantly proud.
"Is that all you've got, Leon? Are you even up for this?"
Caught off guard by her challenge, Leon stilled for a moment.
"What do you mean, 'am I up for it'? Don't you know the answer by now?"
Slowly, Rossweise turned within his embrace, wrapping her long, slender arms around his neck. Her gaze was sultry, her lips curved into a knowing smirk.
"Think again about what I said, you fool."
"What else could 'up for it' mean…" he mused aloud, "it's clearly questioning my ability, isn't it?"
Seizing his momentary confusion, Rossweise shifted, lifting herself slightly to look directly into his deep, dark eyes. After a charged moment, her gaze deliberately trailed downward, then back up to meet his, heavy with implication.
"Need me to spell it out for you? Hmm? My little lion?"
Leon's eyes flickered with understanding.
All the way…
Oh, all the way!
Ding!
Oh~~ so that's what she meant!
"Hmph, you're the one who asked for it. I was only using a third of my strength just now."
Rossweise raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Oh? My dear, have you been measuring things out in thirds? You've calculated it that precisely?"
"It's not calculation—it's measurement. That really was only a third."
"…"
After a moment's pause, the double meaning of his words sank in, and she realized her own mind had been in the gutter as well.
Apparently, she wasn't the only one with a mischievous imagination.
It was true what they said—a couple who shares a bed begins to share a single mind.
"Alright, alright," she conceded, a smirk playing on her lips. "Then show me what you're truly made of."
With a provocative smile, Rossweise traced her thumb along his jawline. "Now go on, let me see, my full-powered little lion—ah!"
Of course, this scoundrel loved to launch his attacks precisely when she was mid-sentence.
And so, what began as a war of words quickly escalated into another fervent, breathless round.
At the peak of their passion, thoughts of 'thirds' or any other measurements were forgotten. As Rossweise had mused earlier, in the end, only mutual satisfaction truly mattered.
The bed trembled; the lights seemed to flicker with their rhythm.
Where their shadows merged into one, only the whispers of their shared ardor remained.
.
.
.
In the quiet, early hours of the morning, the couple lay entwined in the aftermath, basking in the warmth and softness of each other's presence.
Rossweise's tail lay draped limply over the edge of the bed. Nestled securely in Leon's embrace, her silver eyelashes fluttered as she closed her eyes. A rosy blush still graced her cheeks, her expression one of serene, spent exhaustion.
They held each other in comfortable silence, as had become their tradition.
This quiet time was their moment to let the last vestiges of shyness and post-passion embarrassment gently fade away.
Why embarrassment?
Despite five years of life together, a faint, lingering sense of taboo about their interspecies union still resided in their hearts—though, if they were honest, the forbidden nature of it added a certain undeniable spice to their married life.
In moments like this, they held one another without banter or proud pretenses, simply feeling the steady rhythm of each other's breath and the comforting thud of their heartbeats.
After a long while, Leon gently brushed a few stray strands of silver hair from her forehead and placed a soft, lingering kiss there.
"You were amazing."
She didn't reply with words. Instead, she simply burrowed her face deeper into the crook of his neck, her arms tightening around him just a little more.