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nI’m kind of back kind of not. My child was born, so I can use that as an excuse, bite me.

nA short PARTIAL smut chapter to expand on her character since she still seems way too dull to me.

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nSoaring the skies as the dragon she was…All those times ago…She felt odd, uncomfortable in her own skin, and alone.

nPoison coursed through her veins, forcing Iris to bury herself deep within her shell, unable to cope with such pain.

nThe only friend she had, ‘betrayed’ her, and disappeared, and she was suffering at the hands of both humans, and the poison from the evil dragon Durin itself.

nOver the course of five hundred years, the Abyssal poison in Durin’s veins that Iris ingested continued to torment her while the people of Mondstadt completely forgot about her existence and regarded her as a threat, attacking her and harming her further.

nThe Abyss Order took advantage of this to corrupt her mind even further, inciting her to attack Mondstadt and earning the dragon the name “Stormterror.”

nIf it wasn’t for her old friend Venti, coming back, and her Master rescuing her, she would have been long under the control of the Abyss order, killing innocents in her wake.

nShe felt her power increasing with each moment, soon to reach a point where she would be able to transform into a dragon once more to soar the skies…but did she really want that? Would she be happy if she gained access to her old form? She didn’t know.

nRemembering pain was something she wanted to avoid, and kept herself safe by shutting herself off from her old memories that still haunted her sometimes, sending her down dark tunnels of despair.

nHer current form was lovely. Having human hands and feet to walk with, along with human vocal chords that allowed her to talk properly, was a dream come true for someone who was alone for over hundreds of years.

nBack then, she didn’t get to experience such luxuries either, but was forced to accept solitude and survive by herself until she was eventually rescued.

nThe human form also allowed her to move swiftly with precision and grace, which made it easy to navigate terrain, hunt for food and monsters, and spy on enemies unnoticed.

nHer stomach grumbled slightly out of hunger and sent her into mild agitation, creating a headache that started to thud loudly in the back of her skull. Iris tried to ignore it as she pondered on what might happen should the day come where she became a dragon once more…

nShe looked to her right, towards Barbara’s bed, seeing some sort of movement in the darkness.

nHer eyes possesed the ability to see in low light conditions or even total darkness so she adapted quickly enough to the pitch blackness around her.

nIt came as no surprise when her eyes adjusted enough to see in the dark, but she never would have expected to see this sight.

nThe girl that introduced herself today as Barbara the Deaconess, was squirming and rubbing a pillow against her crotch area, groaning every now and then with the motion of her hips.

nHer chest rose and fell heavily as though gasping for air, clearly wanting relief.

nThe grunts were becoming more frequent as well, telling Iris that the movement of Barbara’s body and arms as she attempted to rub something down there against the pillow provided a lot of agony.

n(Is she injured?)

nFrowning, Iris wondered if she was in pain, but when she turned her head slightly towards her shoulder, she saw the girl massaging one of her breasts with her free hand, occasionally pulling on her small buds with force.

nIris blinked, trying to comprehend what was happening, but could not find an explanation.

nThe expression on Barbara’s face was somewhat feral and unrestrained, like a beast, and she seemed very much reluctant to stop and appeared unaware of the attention she was getting.

nHer pajama clung to her body as the sweat poured from her, giving her a little less of a privacy than she had initially anticipated, especially after the vivid arousal and uncomfortable nature of this encounter.

nIris couldn’t tell what exactly was making Barbara rub her crotch hard against the pillow; whether it was discomfort or pleasure that the girl was feeling. It was difficult for her to decide how she should proceed, but seeing Barbara act so strangely with her display left her with an uneasy feeling within her belly.

nShe was barely an acquaintance but she seemed really close to Master, so if something were to happen to her, her Master might be sad.

nShe decided she would observe for now, her slit-like eyes slightly flicking upwards at the sounds of writhing.

n“Ngnh…”

nA loud gasp slipped past Barbara’s lips, a small trail of drool leaked from the corner of her mouth, running down her chin, leaving a clear mark on the front of her pajama top that made her look less than a graceful nun and more like a lustful seductive sex-plaything in need of redemption.

nHer soft breaths were making small shushing noises against the covers as she moved around the bed in an almost erratic manner.

nIt wasn’t uncommon for women to want relief during their menstrual cycle, having such intense sensitivity to their lower bodies.

nHowever, this had a slightly different flavor to it, this heat and urge was definitely sexual in nature and Barbara seemed driven by urges of desire unlike any normal woman experiencing such feelings.

nShe was like a starving animal, frantically hunting for stimulation and distraction in order to stave off the urge to feed upon its body to satisfy its primal needs.

nPushing the thought aside, Iris focused on keeping calm, observing what Barbara was doing.

nBarbara thought she was safe doing it in complete darkness, but was oblivious to a simple misstep. Iris could see in the dark.

nBarbara occasionally did small circles around her nipple and then pulled on it roughly, even more so than before.

nThere were tears forming near the corners of her beautiful eyes that looked truly gorgeous, the cheeks of her round and perfect chin quivering at the sharp and rough treatment of the firm flesh.

nThe girl’s breathing was louder now, heavier and faster. She bent her knees further apart, creating a nice V-shape as she kneaded her breast forcefully, pushing harder against the pillow and struggling to continue this action.

nThe smell of sweat and arousal filled the air surrounding the bed.

nShe was desperate for relief, yearning for orgasmic pleasure and wanted to drown in it.

nIris followed every movement of the girl, watching every second and minute of her shaking body, eager to understand her purpose behind this action, yet unsure how she should interact with it.

n“Mngh!” Another moan escaped her lips, similar to last time. This one was accompanied by a forceful contraction that caused her crotch to grind against the cushion with a sharp jolt.

n“Ahn!”

nOne of the girl’s legs came up high to grab onto the pillow, clasping it tightly between her thighs and closing her legs together in hopes of strangling the object and muffling the moans that escaped her lips.

n“Ahn..nhgh…Yum-Yum…”

nFinally, it dawned upon her what Barbara was doing.

nA self centered version of the term ‘Human Copulation’ called ‘Masturbation’.

nLumine told her about this once, apparently it was a normal act most humans did to release stress when they were very anxious or troubled and as she was a humanoid entity on her way to full Godhood she was no exception to such feelings.

nSoon enough, Barbara’s body jerked uncontrollably with the pressure of holding onto her pillow as she came in rapid succession, and she muffled her voice with all the strength she could muster, clutching the pillow as tight as she could.

nIt seemed to help, as the cramps eased and the aftershocks began to slowly fade away.

nA translucent liquid coated her crotch completely beneath her digits and dripped slowly down her thigh, smelling sweet and slightly sticky like warm honey.

nIt reached the thick cotton of the blanket covering her lap as it ceaselessly trickled down, sinking into the fabric until the substance had soaked into it entirely, making it look as if she wet herself with such a large puddle of juices leaking out from her insides.

nThe pillow was fully soaked through and slanted ever so slightly to the side, stuck underneath her weight. As the slimy mess seeped through the cushion and collected on the bed sheets beneath, Barbara fell back onto her elbows, freeing the moistened pillow out of its misery.

nThe warmth was pleasant, softening her muscles and allowing her body to feel more comfortable and less stiff.

nShe took several deep breaths before straightening her clothing with care. Her crotch was completely wet and glossy with her juices, soaked through the fabric.

nShe stared at the wet spot with panic, looking back and forth to try and dry it off before realizing there was nothing to use.

nGiving up and opting to leave it alone, she simply lay down and let it be. It would dry out by tomorrow either way.

nFeeling content, she fell asleep.

nIris eyed the large damp stain on Barbara’s bed, mildly curious by the amount of fluids dripping from the subject, and the look of ecstasy displayed by Barbara’s expression as she clutched her pillow tight earlier.

nShe noted how the girl trembled and flushed deeply, aroused.

nDid this type of excitation create such a marked physical response?

nShe was already very much aware of the fact where her urine came from due to Lumine’s teachings, but she never tried the other variant available to her…

nThe so called masturbation of human beings intrigued her, knowing it was a subconscious practice of dealing with certain issues that plagued their mind.

nDragons never did that. They didn’t have a need to do it.

nCurious, she followed her example, and reached out her hand towards her groin, intending to gently feel her own arousal, to see how similar or different the process was compared to Barbara.

nShe started rubbing her crotch lightly with her fingers, feeling it twitch immediately.

nAlthough she had always known that her main body produced urethra fluid and menstruated frequently, this kind of feeling was completely foreign to her and unfamiliar as she got used to the new sensation.

nCuriously enough, she couldn’t feel anything to distinguish whether she had an actual itch or just felt the uncomfortable stirrings within her body, as if her very essence was stirring and moving around.

nSlowly, an image of her Master came to her; she closed her eyes and concentrated, remembering his face, the delicate glow of his skin, and his scent.

nHis laughter in particular brought back a feeling of giddiness, a bubbling sensation of joy that spread throughout her whole body, sending goosebumps across her skin and making her heart race.

n“…”

nSeeing him happy, made her happy as well.

n“Master…ngh…’

nHer finger circled around her clit, now excited and curious, desperately seeking something she knew so little about.

nThe thoughts about this new discovery had not surfaced yet, but it was obvious that she needed more knowledge about these things before deciding on how far she would go.

nFor the first time in her life, Iris was sexually aroused, although her arousal was incomparable to the kindness of her Master.

nThe fact that he appeared in her mind when she was touching herself only meant one thing: Her Master was far closer to her heart than anyone else.

nIt was inevitable that the desire to imagine him must have come from the deepest parts of her heart.

nYet this only added fuel to her fiery passion, not stopping it.

nIt would only enhance the intensity, the height of the longing and her desperation to make him happy.

nTo see his smiling and giddy face in her mind when she masturbated was arousing and desirable to her, begging her to pursue the idea that had surfaced in her imagination so quickly.

nTo fulfill her fantasies would surely please her Master, perhaps bring him more satisfaction than anything else and also satisfy the painful memories of the past that had been tormenting her lately.

nJust when she wanted to indulge further, she heard movement from a nearby bed.

nHer heart skipped, unsure of what the noise had been and she turned towards the source, messily covering herself up with a blanket like a teenager caught masturbating by their parents and desperately wishing to disappear…

nShe gasped when she realized the sight before her, and found that it was Lumine.

nLuckily, The blonde haired traveller didn’t see anything. She swiftly took of her pajamas and got dressed. Her clothes materialized out of thin air.

nLooking around one more time, she left the room with a quick pace, silently exiting the room and heading down the hallway.

n(Where did she go?) Iris wondered to herself, moments after her departure.

nThe heart attack she was inflicted a couple of moments ago was enough for her to lose all of the arousal she slowly built up, so she just decided to take a nap instead.

nShe never would have thought she would feel fear from something like this.

nWhat was she even afraid of?

nWas it just an instinct?

n(I fantasized about my Master… I hope he won’t be angry.)

nShe’ll have to conduct more research later…

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