Once again, it was deep and quiet in the night.
Artoria, having taken off her wedding dress, was enjoying a massage from Ian.
"This side—"
"Yes, right there~"
The dragon's strength was great.
So even just a massage like this made Artoria's chest sway along with it.
"Alright, that's enough."
"I didn't expect you to know how to do this.."
Artoria praised Ian, and then her face turned red.
The reason for this reaction wasn't just due to the massage.
It was...
Feeling the already-stiff "Little Ian" pressing against her from behind, Artoria laughed.
"You've been holding it in all day, haven't you?"
"You... don't have to hold back anymore."
The moment Artoria finished speaking, she saw Ian's strong arms extend from her left and right sides.
"Ngh—"
The moment she was embraced, Artoria let out a soft moan.
She found that, at some point, she had quietly raised this dragon from another race whose mind was always on this kind of thing.
And he was rough, the type to not listen to reason at all.
But—
Looking at his skilled hands, Artoria didn't feel a shred of condemnation for him.
Because...
It was truly pleasurable.
She longed for that feeling of knowing he was doing something outrageous, yet wanting to join him in it.
"You can be even more outrageous, you know..."
Artoria whispered, as if she had reverted to the young girl who dreamed of pulling the sword from the stone.
"Then—"
"Let's do it together."
Ian said this, and then gripped the "reserve rations" that only he was worthy of enjoying, one in each hand.
One, he chose to enjoy himself;
And the other, he chose to share with Artoria.
"You really do like to eat this sort of thing, don't you."
Artoria said, but she did not refuse this act of sharing a meal.
While feeling his impertinence, she followed her husband's lead and, quite shamefully, enjoyed the thing that should have belonged only to him.
The air was soon filled with the joy of their new marriage.
With a fragrant taste on her lips, Artoria took the initiative to kiss Ian.
It was a sight that no one could possibly associate with the King Arthur of old.
But at this moment, it existed only in this room, for Ian's eyes alone.
Her teeth and lips were full of fragrance.
The King's white fountain was a bit more brilliant than usual.
The moonlight shining through the window could not leave behind a white more splendid than this.
"Honestly..."
Artoria snuggled in his arms, a smile on her face that seemed like a complaint but was actually one of pure happiness.
"When you're kissing, you should focus on kissing."
"Doing things like this—"
Artoria said, gently stroking Ian's hand, which had, at some point, wandered up again.
"—is very wasteful."
"You... don't want to be that kind of dragon, do you?"
"But Artoria like this smells so good."
Although Artoria was calling him "wasteful," Ian showed no signs of stopping.
On the contrary, as if celebrating, he shook the reserve rations in his hands, making the scent drift farther and grow more fragrant.
"Many, many times more fragrant than before."
"You really are..."
Artoria was a little helpless.
But her face still held a smile.
Although there were still many things to worry about, for this one night, she hoped she could briefly forget it all.
"Forget it, as long as you're happy."
Artoria did not stop Ian's actions, but instead completely released her hands, letting him squeeze and spray as he pleased.
However, this did not mean the King's hands were idle.
She reached behind her and asked softly.
"By the way—"
"You know there's something else important to do tonight, right?"
"I know."
Ian let go of the things in his hands, then copied Artoria's already-clasped hands and took hold of hers.
"It's this, right?"
The dragon leaned close to her ear, softly speaking the words he had long since prepared.
The warmth in Artoria's cheeks gradually turned to high heat, and finally, it was almost overheating.
"'Please allow me to pluck your flower.' Who taught you to say that, Ian?"
"No one taught me."
"Because Artoria..."
"Is the most beautiful flower."
"..."
"Is that so?"
Artoria tilted her head up to look at him, then laughed.
"If you don't pluck it well, I won't forgive you."
---
As it turned out—
Artoria's worries were unnecessary.
Because from the very first moment Ian touched her, she was completely lost.
"I love you!"
"I love you so much!"
"I love you too much!"
King Arthur, lying on the bed, shouted one phrase after another, her hands involuntarily wrapping around his neck.
"If I had known, I would have married you sooner!"
Artoria cried out, and then her pupils widened slightly before gradually returning to normal.
If feeding him had been shameful, then now—
This was the joy of the harvest.
"I'm so happy."
Artoria leaned close to Ian's ear.
"The first time..."
"I've been this close to you."
"So similar to you."
"Is that so?"
Ian's voice was as steady as before, yet with a hint of indulgence.
"Then shall we become even more similar?"
"..."
"Yes!"
"I want everything I have to become the thing most like you!"
Artoria said this, and her legs involuntarily locked around his waist.
She felt like she had been waiting for this moment for far too long.
Now...
It was time to become the happiest person in the world!
In the moonlight, the dragon's low roars came one after another.
Until—
The King of Camelot completely surrendered, becoming the shape the dragon desired.
----
An unknown amount of time passed.
Under the covers.
Artoria snuggled in Ian's arms, pinching his hand over and over again.
The once majestic King was now just like a little girlfriend.
"Although I didn't forbid you from doing anything."
"But—"
Artoria looked at Ian with a resentful gaze.
"You didn't have to leave me with absolutely no leeway, did you."
"I almost... passed out from what you did."
"But you were able to handle it—"
Ian gently sniffed Artoria.
"Artoria, you're so warm."
"..."
"Then let's just sleep like this tonight."
Artoria said this, and her hand, hidden under the covers, felt for something, and then she revealed a cute smile, like a successful strategist.
"Besides, you like staying in warm places like this, don't you?"
"If you can't hold back, you can make a move at any time."
"However, before that—"
"I have something I want to ask you."
"What is it?"
"It's—"
Artoria gently caressed Little Ian's playground.
In this regard, dragons really were far superior to ordinary people.
Even now, she could still feel a strength almost identical to before.
"Do you think we should agree to sister's request?"
"..."
"I don't know." Ian shook his head.
"Just tell me what you want to do."
"After that, let's continue—otherwise, my whole body feels terrible."
"..."
Sensing that he wasn't joking, Artoria's face turned red, but she nodded.
"Alright, I'll take that as your agreement."
"After the wedding, we will lead everyone to begin expanding our territory."
"The land my sister wants... let her choose it from our future victories!"