Lucky Vasilisa

“Being buried as your funerary offering is no different from a pointless death.”

Vasilisa’s blue eyes met Koschei’s directly.

Her expression was foolish, as if she believed her gaze alone could sway him. Koschei let out a hollow laugh.

“…Very well.”

The constricting grip around her waist slowly loosened. Her weakened legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the pile of gold.

“Gasp…!”

“Let’s see what you can do.”

At Koschei’s challenging words, Vasilisa pushed herself up on trembling legs.

It was enough that she had captured Koschei’s attention, even if only slightly. Fulfilling someone’s expectations was something Vasilisa was accustomed to.

Offering her body to the dragon was something she had already prepared for.

Her chapped fingers untied the tightly knotted ribbon at her neck and loosened the layers of her waistband.

…

Her worn dress fell to the floor, the coins beneath her feet clinking softly. Removing her worn chemise, Vasilisa stood naked. Her hands loosely covered her breasts and lower body as she made her final plea.

“Koschei, please embrace me, and grant me my revenge.”

His elongated pupils, previously tinged with annoyance, slowly widened, taking in the sight of her body.

Her small frame, fragile enough to be crushed with a mere squeeze, caught the light reflecting off the gold. Her delicate, slender form glowed faintly in the soft light. Koschei frowned at the red marks on her waist, evidence of his grip.

He had never embraced anyone since the beginning of his memory.

He hadn’t seen another of his kind in centuries, and he’d never considered interacting with humans in such a way.

Who would copulate with an insect? He might accidentally break her limbs with his strength. And even if he managed to penetrate her, her tiny mouth would likely unleash a grating scream that would irritate his nerves.

Yet this fragile creature before him dared to touch his body, desperately pleading for her insignificant request. And she even called herself his bride.

The dragon, capable of taking any form, had chosen the shape of a human because he found them appealing. He admired their skill in casting various designs onto gold coins, and he found their complex emotions, occasionally glimpsed, intriguing.

Killing the Count and Countess, as she wished, would be easier than blinking. But she hadn’t yet piqued his interest enough to overcome his inherent laziness.

What intrigued the dragon was how far this small human would go to fulfill her paltry desires.

“You believe your body holds enough value to move me?”

Vasilisa flinched at his low question.

“I can’t offer anything else.”

Koschei closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. As if his breath held weight, his body gradually shrunk. Even so, he was still at least two heads taller than Vasilisa, his scales shimmering.

His claw-tipped hand grasped her wrist, pulling away the hand that covered her breast. Her delicate bones trembled like aspen leaves as her hand was pulled away, revealing her pale skin.

As if proving the Countess’s worries about her vulgarity, her rosy nipples stood erect atop her full breasts. A sharp claw gently pinched one.

“Hss…!”

A moan escaped Vasilisa’s lips at the sharp pain.

His golden eyes narrowed.

“…Flesh that seems like it would tear with the slightest touch.”

Vasilisa recoiled at his chilling words. 

Looking at him, there was no similar organ on his chest. Since dragons lacked the concept of parents, it wasn’t surprising that he had no nipples.

Vasilisa quickly explained,

“It’s where babies suckle.”

“Do you take me for a fool? I’ve lived for centuries. I know humans milk themselves like cows.”

It amused him that she, whose lifespan was a mere fraction of his, was trying to teach him. Annoyed, he roughly grasped her breast.

“Ugh…!”

Vasilisa’s sound grated on Koschei’s nerves. He had thought he was being gentle, but he disliked her whimpering. Where was the resolve she had shown when she offered her body?

Frowning, Koschei’s gaze stared at the nipple between his claws. Its tip was reddened.

Come to think of it, he had tasted all kinds of delicacies, but he had never tasted human milk.

Suddenly curious, Koschei took the flesh between his fingers into his mouth.

“Mm…!”

There it was again.

It wasn’t as if he had crushed the flesh in his hand. Koschei decided to ignore the human’s frail sensitivity. He gently sucked on the flesh in his mouth, his hand kneading her breast. His forked tongue flicked around the nipple, milking it.

“Ah…, ha…!”

Vasilisa’s hands, pressed against her thighs, twitched.

Despite the vigorous movements of his tongue, no milk flowed. Frustrated by the fruitless labor, Koschei lifted his head from her breast. He frowned at the nipple, now swollen and engorged.

“Why isn’t there any milk?”

“You… you have to give birth… for there to be milk.”

Dragons didn’t nurse their young. Koschei had seen humans milking cows, but he hadn’t seen any with offspring. Losing interest, he released her breast.

“Ha…”

Vasilisa clutched her tingling breast with her upper arm. Koschei’s eyes narrowed in displeasure as she continued to cover herself, despite him having moved her hand away.

She had taught him something new – that milk only came after childbirth.

A belated sense of humiliation made Koschei scowl. Startled, Vasilisa flinched back.

“Are you proud of yourself?”

“What…?”

Confused, Vasilisa looked up at Koschei. She bit her lip at the displeased arch of his brow. She couldn’t understand what he meant, why he seemed so irritated.

“How dare you try to educate me?”

“I didn’t… Gah!” 

His hand clamped around her throat, lifting her effortlessly as if she were a twig.

“Gah… uh…!”

Vasilisa’s feet kicked uselessly as she struggled against the force that threatened to snap her neck. 

He dropped her unceremoniously onto the throne and released his grip.

“Cough… hack…!”

As Vasilisa touched her bruised throat, Koschei’s body loomed over her.

“Don’t even think about teaching me about copulation. I know how most creatures mate.”

A chill ran down Vasilisa’s spine at his cold, heavy voice.

She was more concerned about how he knew about copulation when he didn’t even know where to touch.

Leaning over her, he took a deep breath, then loosened the garment around his waist.

In an instant, Vasilisa’s fear-filled eyes widened in bewilderment.

Unlike the scaled exterior of his body, the area below his sculpted abs was smooth, devoid of anything resembling genitalia.

Confused, Vasilisa instinctively reached out and touched Koschei’s stomach. Her fingers recoiled in surprise at the hard, stone-like feel.

“Where… where are your…”

Before she could finish her bewildered mumble, Koschei seized her hand.

“Humans truly have no sense of shame. Even the dogs they raise don’t expose their genitals openly.”

As he spoke, Koschei’s lower abdomen split open. Vasilisa’s other hand covered her mouth to stifle a scream at the horrifying sight.

From the gaping flesh, two bright red appendages emerged, pulsating as if with a life of their own. Their surfaces were rough like scales, their triple-pronged tips blunt like flower pistils, each as thick as Vasilisa’s forearm.

And there were two of them. The two moist, glistening penises twitched independently.

“…!”

Koschei finally smiled, satisfied by Vasilisa’s terrified expression.

“Regretting it now? Didn’t you say you’d do anything?”

She had never seen a man’s genitals, but she was certain they weren’t supposed to look like this. She regretted her bold claim to do anything with a dragon. She couldn’t fathom how this thing entering her body would be any different from death.

“I’ll give you a chance to refuse.”

Her hand still covering her mouth, Vasilisa stared at Koschei with terror-filled eyes. Her tense, stiff neck slowly turned from side to side.

If she was going to die anyway, it didn’t matter what she did. She had come this far. If she survived mating with him, wouldn’t he reconsider her plea?

Koschei raised his chin slightly, as if surprised.

“Very well.”

His short reply was laced with undisguised interest. As Koschei released her hand, Vasilisa used both hands to cover her mouth.

Dragons were proud creatures. He might accuse her of insolence again if she screamed.

Koschei looked down at Vasilisa, who was lying on the throne.

Her hair, the color of ripe wheat before harvest, spread across the velvet like gentle waves. Though her hands were chapped and bruised, her partially exposed breasts and flat stomach were smooth and unmarked. Her small, inward-pointing navel was something dragons lacked.

Unsure whether she would make another irritating noise, he rounded his claw-like nails and gently pressed the smooth backs of his fingers against her navel. He slowly trailed his fingers downwards, his gaze caught by the light-colored pubic hairs.

Humans, like other animals, must have a hole for copulation.

Despite his caution, his fingers pricked Vasilisa’s thigh as he spread her legs.

““Mmmph…!”

“Tsk.”

Clicking his tongue, Koschei’s claws retracted, transforming into human hands. His smooth hands easily parted her thighs.

“How narrow.”

Barely wide enough for a single finger. A pinhole-like opening between the folds of flesh. He doubted even one of his penis would fit.