Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix

"Mmm..."

Inside a black bed with huge pillars and white silk, a beautiful woman slept peacefully, her clothes kicked off and wearing only her dark blue thong as she rolled over onto her back, spreading out.

A scent lingered in the air, the distance so far normal people would never sense this, the sound of a quiet roar reverberating in the west.

The sounds and scent caused her chest to race suddenly, causing the sleeping dragoness to open her beautiful eyes with a stunned look, snapping her gaze to the window facing the Zephyr Forest.

There was something inside the forest that called out to her.

"Papa?"

In her sleepy daze, she mistook the roaring dragon.

She felt her body shudder from its powerful aura, just like her father in the past before he got sick. Xavida began slowly wrapping herself in a black and purple robe and light leather armour and stepped onto the window before two beautiful pale pink wings expanded.

Thin like pieces of silk but glistening with her beautiful pink scales, she stepped into the air, both wings fluttering as she glided through the skies. A warm breeze from the eastern continent caused her to smile with delight.

'I love flying~ and I can feel Dad's presence in this dream.'

Her mood improved instantly as she flew closer towards the roaring dragon in the Zephyr Forest, the feeling growing stronger as she felt her body tremble with anticipation and delight, racing over the Wolven highlands with pink scales covering her cheeks and thighs, twirling in the air.

'This feeling...'

She was excited as if reuniting with her father, who left her alone in the real world, her heart beating rapidly as she landed on a tall branch that rattled from her weight with anxiety filling her mind now only a few hundred metres from the loud sounds of combat and roaring.

Xavida's normally cold face looked relaxed as her purple eyes focused on the distance.

Seeing the flash of a long weapon, she felt confused as her father used a shortsword. Yet this weapon was immense.

A long red pole with beautiful golden runes written in dragon language and a huge sword-like blade tore monsters apart in a frenzy as the beautiful black hair and crimson eyes flashed in her vision from the dragon's dance of battle and dominance.

'So amazing and fierce...'

She noticed slowly this wasn't her father, but the feeling in her chest only grew worse the moment she accepted that fact.

'Who?'

'Who are you?'

Her entire body was filled with goosebumps as her dragon scales formed and covered her pretty skin, almost vibrating from the thick scent and aura the male dragon was flooding the forest with, and Xavida was intoxicated by it.

'Wait... is this?!'

As the fight continued, Xavida realised the truth, her face turning bright red as she crouched on the branch, staring at the man from behind.

'This feeling is like Papa said about finding my mate!'

'No... a lewd dream.'

'Xavida isn't a lewd girl.'

Her brain was fighting between two sides, one denying it while the other wanting to accept it without resistance.

'Ahhh...! Papa said to find your mate and follow your instincts.'

Her purple eyes narrowed as she watched the black-haired youth kill monster after monster, tearing them apart easily as the dragon aura exploded even further, making her head spin.

'But Papa also said don't rush, wait till you're older.'

"How old is older?"

She asked, her body burning up as his hair flickered, slicing a huge bear in half. He turned to face her their eyes seemed to meet instantly, causing all her feelings to intensify.

A fierce, bloodthirsty crimson met the lustful and gentle Violet.

'NO!'

'How can it be him... I am not having a lewd dream about him!'

Her eyes fixated on his body as powerful torrents of fire and ice magic enveloped his body like a storm before forming two sharp and scaled arms that began to tear apart the wolves, each one sucked dry by those dark red and blue arms...

"No... this, I am not a lewd girl..."

Yet her body, seeing this power, felt hot, and sweat oozed from her forehead as she began to pant like a loose woman.

Xavida screamed internally as she jumped from the tree, her wings flapping as she flew back home, her body trembling uncontrollably as the maturing dragon felt embarrassed.

Yet she couldn't resist turning her head, glancing once more at the handsome youth covered in monster blood before flying faster.

'Ahh!! Papa lied! He lied, that uncouth man who touched my body and said I smelt nice!'

Her thoughts continued to run rampant, thinking this was all a dream, until she reached the academy, stepping back through her window, where she collapsed on her soft bed.

'It must have been a mistake... right? I would never see his face in those types of dreams.'

Xavida convinced herself, rolling around as her robe fell from her shoulders, revealing her smooth shoulder as she hugged the pillow, smiling happily before the intense heat overtook her, the scent of his body and aura still pouring through the window, as quietly, her mind lost the battle...

She slowly slipped her fingers under her soft, silken robes and traced along her squishy pink scales, moaning as her tail wrapped around the bedpost.

"Ah~"

'It's his fault...'

"I am not lewd... this is his fault... Just a dream... it's only a dream."

Her violet eyes lit up as Xavida found the source of her "heat" and began rubbing herself, feeling the strangely soft, sticky scales that parted and caused her body to tremble while she slid her fingers along them faster, for more of this exciting sensation; biting her lip as her legs clamped shut, trying to hold back the embarrassing moans as she whispered.

"Ah~ Ah~ Mmmm~ stupid... don't hold my hand...!"

An ethereal image of a beautiful white dragon and a fierce black dragon appeared, wrapped around her back. She had formed the black dragon with crimson eyes.

The two curled around each other in her imagination, causing her to lose herself in her strange pleasure as the two dragons seemed to become intimate and mate.

Her eyes closed tightly, followed by the loud panting voice of Xavida, who gripped her quilt tightly, making a rather sticky mess on her bed.

A gentle whisper with no denial left her lips as she began to calm down slowly, barely enough for bugs to hear her soft words. "Ah~ it felt so good... Asura..."

On this night, thinking she was in a dream, the white dragon discovered the pleasures of self-comfort for the first time, with a hateful man figure filling her mind throughout the act.

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⁜ Mu Xue POV

Meanwhile, as the white dragon enjoyed her sweet *dream* Asura's battle continued as Mu Xue became harsher upon feeling the presence of another woman and seeing the gaze they shared, her jealous heart sprang into action.

She began to collect stronger monsters, elite variants, as her eyes were filled with a lustful glint, seeing the huge changes in Asura's aura and his body, the tight muscles, his beautiful creamy skin filled with wounds...

'His magic... it's identical to mine... Asura, he loves me so much...'

Mu Xue began to convince herself as Asura fought, slaying the monsters as his crimson lance danced through the forest, cutting down everything in his path as his breathing became ragged and heavy, his stamina and mana exhausted.

Yet each time he killed a monster, a portion was restored, while most was used to increase his foundation. Mu Xue didn't know exactly what he was doing, but the purity and density of his magic were increasing before her eyes.

'So I must continue!'

'To make him the strongest man, to love me even more than that weird dragon girl!'

The two girls were already fighting strange battles due to him, where their feelings would lead.

Asura was unaware as his blade killed countless beasts and monsters.