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Charvok：Hah. Heh heh heh…

Charvok：So many lads marched in—yet it took them this long to claim their so-called victory? If it were me, one single breath of dragonfire would have crumbled their vaunted walls to rubble in an instant.

[The narrator：The labyrinth lay shattered, frozen on the final night of a city's fall. The brat who now holds the old man's sealing vessel has the face of the immortal who sealed Charvok—only younger. Charvok watched him direct the adventurers to dismantle the castle's defenses one by one, until at last the explosion and collapse he'd been waiting for came.]

[But he was only a projection. A fragment of consciousness trapped within a recurring illusion, unable to move freely.]

Charvok：Is that brat who now holds my seal the spitting image of that old immortal bastard? Just younger. Seeing him command the adventurers to dismantle the castle's defenses one by one, until at last the collapse I'd been waiting for came. Hmph.

[The dungeon was complete. Everything was frozen on the night of the city's annihilation. Charvok had wrought such destruction countless times before—with his own claws. Yet here he was, bound by that same old man's chain, trapped inside a spectre of his own past.]

Charvok：Ahhh—the scent of flame and ash. For those walls to be trampled and burned to nothing beneath me is an honour mere mortals do not deserve.

Charvok：They call me the dread wyrm, but they adore me too, don't they? Every time they crawl out of the ruins, they beg for mercy, swear they'll do anything for me. I never even asked—yet they come to my feet, and with their vile tongues, they lick the desert grit from my claws.

Charvok：Looking at those grovelling mortals recounting their tales of how I crushed their heroes. They boast of their strength, yet every one of them eventually bent the knee. Hypocrites—they loved it really, didn't they?

[Thinking back on those fawning mortals, Charvok arched his spine—then winced as the chains bit into his back. Their pathetic, sycophantic acts.]

Charvok：Tch—one slight shift and these chains saw into my spine. Vicious craftsmanship, I'll give the old bastard that.

Charvok：I regret not crushing that senile old wretch when I had the chance. I let him live—because I thought he was worth a second look.

Charvok：That old mage who sealed me—did he even grasp the scale of the terror he was dealing with? Me, a being whose shadow alone once scattered armies. A being who should have been feared, knelt before. And instead, I'm trapped here, wasting away behind a seal borne of his desperate final breath.

Charvok：Once I get hold of that smug young Rosethorn, I'll make sure he learns exactly what a monumental existence he's meddled with.

[Rage swelled in his chest. His claw shot out and seized the imagined Rosethorn's throat, while his other hand began stroking himself in a fantasy of shared blood and long-denied pleasure—his shaft, stiff and aching, freed from its sheath and standing erect in the open air.]

Charvok：I'll make that brat—and his entire Rosethorn bloodline—pay. Every last one of them will kneel beneath me. That fresh-faced little mageling doesn't know how great a being he's trespassed against.

Charvok：This rod of mine was made to batter down castle walls, to collapse your precious keeps with a single thrust! When I catch you—I'll grab you by the hair and make you watch!

[The memory of battering down castle walls with his cock, of routing entire armies by ejaculating on their formations—Charvok's fury grew hotter still. His pumping hand moved faster. His hips rolled, chasing the imagined friction he desperately craved.]

Charvok：I'm going to fuck you—then drown you in my seed!

Finch：Grandpa~ who exactly are you planning to fuck?

[At the peak of climax, a familiar voice cut through the air. Charvok froze mid-stroke. When he turned, the young Rosethorn was grinning at him—watching his cum arc over his own head and splatter across his own body like a burst pipe.]

Charvok：Fuck—! GAHH! When the hell did you get here?! How long have you been watching?! What did you hear?!

Finch：I was just passing by—was about to leave, didn't expect Grandpa to be going at it so enthusiastically. Quite the load.

Charvok：Damn it—because of you, I didn't even get to finish!

[The sudden shock had cut his orgasm short, stolen most of the pleasure. Hatred burned in his chest—more intense than before.]

Finch：Don't be like that. Since we've met again after all this time, shouldn't we be a little kinder to each other?

Charvok：You! Open your eyes and look at who you're dealing with! What family do you belong to?!

Finch：Heheh—I'm going to claim my compensation from Grandpa right now. Starting from here, I'm going to slowly get acquainted with every inch of this body.

Charvok：Hey! Rosethorn! Get off my cock right now!

[He felt that wretched Rosethorn grab his haunch, wrap arms around his still-sensitive shaft—still painfully sensitive from its interrupted climax—and drag a tongue up its underside. The young mage could feel every twitch of the old dragon's cock beneath his touch.]

[Charvok thrashed with every part of him that could still move, trying to shake off this brat who clearly had designs on him.]

Finch：Grandpa's cock is still so hard even after shooting all that. Makes it much easier to guide it in—doesn't it, Grandpa?

Charvok：A mere sparrow—I'm not some plaything for a weakling like you! Ngh—you actually—!

[The young mage's tip was pressing insistently against Charvok's entrance. Charvok's face burned crimson—he couldn't believe there existed a creature so utterly brazen.]

Finch：All this talk about crushing me and taking compensation—after being sealed away for so long, Grandpa must have been awfully lonely.

[In one fluid motion, Finch found his angle and pressed his full length into Charvok's back hole with considerable force.]

Charvok：You actually—you actually put it in?! Who the hell do you think you're fucking?! Pull it out!

Charvok：I'll kill you—along with every other Rosethorn! Once I'm free, every single one of you becomes a disposable fleshlight!

[Finch didn't hesitate. He shoved all the way in with one swift motion. Feeling the other's body collide against his own made Charvok's hole clench tighter in fury.]

[His reaction only made Finch moan with pleasure, driving him to move faster.]

Finch：Who knew Grandpa's ass would be this sensitive—you're squeezing me so tight!

Finch：Your walls are practically melting—they've been sucking me in right from the start.

Charvok：Shut up! I don't want to hear it! Pull it out now!

[Despite the overwhelming size difference—the dragon dwarfing the young mage by several times—this was Charvok's first time being penetrated. What infuriated him most was that it felt astonishingly good.]

Finch：Grandpa's ass feels so good your tail's gone stiff—and you're still pretending to be reluctant.

Charvok：Ngh—aaah—nngh—a mere sparrow—an unweaned Rosethorn pup—cough—kgh—!

Finch：Heh, so this is what they call the prostate, right? Found Grandpa's sweet spot!

Finch：If I aim here—right here—and push harder, faster—Grandpa makes such interesting sounds!

[He hadn't expected the little sparrow to find his prostate with such precision. And he certainly hadn't expected his own throat to tear out a sound he'd never made before.]

Charvok：AAAAH—enough! Stop joking around! I mean it—I'll kill you—get the hell off me NOW!

Finch：Don't lie to me just because I'm younger—your hole's been dripping plenty on its own.

[The wet sound of continuous penetration filled the space, along with the slick gushing from Charvok's own prostate—telling Finch everything he needed to know.]

Charvok：You talk too much! You—talk—too much!

Finch：The deeper I go, the more you open up for me. Your body's showing everything you're feeling— Charvok：You little sparrow… don't tell anyone about this…

[The little bastard's rhythm got better and better. Charvok knew that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't shake Finch off. So he closed his eyes and began toying with his neglected nipples, pinching them between his claws.]

Finch：Just as Grandpa said—my grandfather really did miss out on an ass this good to fuck.

Charvok：Don't get too cocky! Ngh—hnn—just you wait—

Charvok：Hope you can—nn—keep control of me—once I'm free—I'll be the one—fucking you—hah! I'll destroy you! Haa—nngh—!

[Two sweating bodies collided over and over, stirring up the scent of spent seed. The air grew thick with the smell of sex, accelerating the pace of their union.]

Finch：All talk, and you can't even break a fresh graduate's seal. You deserve to get fucked.

Charvok：Focus! You said yourself you'd give me a mind-blowing finish! Hah—do it—

Finch：A younger generation member showing an elder a good time—Grandpa, enjoy to your heart's content!

Charvok：Hmph—you're no better yourself—you were about to blow before me!

Finch：Grandpa—I can feel it. You're about to cum.

Charvok：Haah—hah—NOW!

[At a final punishing speed, Finch pressed Charvok's shaft against his belly—already pulsing with the first surge of rising seed—and drove his hips to pour every last drop into the old dragon's hole.]

[Then Charvok's urethra convulsed under the pressure, blasting a torrent of cum in a release so violent that it seemed to hang suspended in the scorching air.]

Finch：At least—I'll cum inside Grandpa's ass!

Charvok：Hmph… don't think one good fuck is enough to erase my hatred for the Rosethorns. Ngh—haah—

[Finch nearly collapsed, landing between Charvok's thighs, watching his own cum mixed with the old dragon's drip steadily down onto his face.]

[The roaring and snarling had given way to something much softer—the boneless, breathless lull after a good fuck.]

Finch：This place is way too exposed for a rest stop. Once we're out, let's find somewhere to undo this seal—and don't cause any more trouble.

Charvok：Right, right. Get yourself off and leave an old man hanging. Classic Rosethorn behaviour.

Finch：I was worried you'd be sore. I'll go prepare a hot spring for you—and some good wine and fine pastries.

Charvok：Don't think little treats like that will please me. Your grandfather sealed me for centuries on end.

Finch：If you don't want it, suit yourself. I'll go find that dragon butler at the Adventurer's Guild. He's civil, polite, young, and charming—guess I'm going to find him instead.

Charvok：No. You Rosethorns owe me—and I'm collecting compound interest.

Charvok：But first—don't seal me back in that urn. Then—take these chains off me. And I'll grab you—we're going for a bath together.

Finch：Hmph. Promises only count if you keep them. You're not lying to me, are you?

Charvok：I won't lay a claw on you—not until I've collected enough interest.

Finch：Really? You'd better not be lying to me.