Well, That Was Fun

Night draped itself over the castle in heavy silence. The usual glow of fire torches dimmed. The halls were quiet. Most of the staff had gone to rest.

But I was still awake.

Vilo, seated on the edge of our bed, was watching me with that intense, unreadable stare that always left me guessing whether she was about to scold me, tease me, or kiss me.

Her wings were relaxed, her hair falling loosely over one shoulder, dressed only in her nightgown—the one she wore when she wasn't planning to sleep right away.

She broke the silence first.

"Do you remember the last time we had sex?"

I flinched.

My brain scrambled. "Uhh… n-not really?"

She tilted her head slightly.

"That's strange," she said flatly. "Because I do."

Then, without standing, she said it.

"Strip."

My entire body locked up.

"W-What?"

"We're doing it. Now."

"I… I'm not ready," I stammered. "This is kind of sudden—"

She narrowed her eyes. "Stop running from me."

I backed up half a step. "I'm not, I just thought maybe you were tired—"

"I'm never tired," she snapped, standing now. Her voice wasn't angry—but it was firm. Final.

"Tell me the truth."

I froze.

Then, quietly: "...Last time, I thought you looked disappointed."

That stopped her.

She blinked. "What?"

"You didn't say anything afterward. You barely looked at me. You just got dressed and left the room. I thought… maybe I wasn't good enough. Maybe you regretted it. So I… didn't want to make you feel that way again."

The room was still.

Then she stepped closer, slowly, gently.

"Why on earth would you think that?" she said.

I looked away.

She cupped my cheek with one warm hand and turned my gaze back to hers.

"I was never disappointed," she said. "It was enjoyable. For me. Very."

I blinked. "Then… why did you leave so fast?"

She sighed.

"Because I had to meet with the southern vassal families within the hour," she said. "And I hated it. I hated leaving you. I hated that I couldn't stay beside you. I was… depressed. That's why I was cold. Not because of you."

I was speechless.

For a long moment, I couldn't say anything. Couldn't think. Just stood there, heart thudding in my chest, wondering how long I'd misunderstood.

Vilo leaned in close, her lips brushing my ear.

"So," she whispered, "stop making your wife wait."

She stepped back toward the bed and let her robe fall from her shoulders.

"Come to bed."

And this time, I did.

Without fear.

Without shame.

Because now, I knew—

She didn't just want me.

She missed me.

Morning sunlight poured through the curtains, painting lazy gold streaks across the sheets.

I stirred awake slowly—naked, half-tangled in the covers, body aching in ways that weren't unpleasant, but definitely noticeable.

My back, my legs… even my jaw ached a little. Not painful. Just sore.

Vilo was still beside me, eyes just starting to flutter open, her silver hair cascading over her pillow like moonlight. One wing lazily draped across my hip, like a claim she had no interest in relinquishing.

She stretched slightly, blinked once, and looked straight at me.

"Was I too rough last night?" she asked, voice still husky from sleep.

I immediately shook my head. "No. Not at all."

She narrowed her eyes.

"You're lying again."

I winced. "...Maybe a little."

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't matter," I said with a sheepish smile. "I just wanted to know if you enjoyed it."

She blinked.

Then sighed, resting her chin on my chest. "Yes. I did."

"Then I enjoyed it too."

She rolled her eyes. "That's stupid."

"I know."

Her claws lightly trailed up my ribs.

"You're still an idiot," she muttered.

And then, suddenly, she pinned me.

Her legs straddled my waist. Her eyes locked onto mine.

"I want more."

My body stiffened. "N-Now?"

"Yes."

"I… I'm dry," I admitted, turning red. "Completely. Like… bone dry."

She frowned. "Seriously?"

"I think I need at least 12 hours, a gallon of water, and possibly a new spine."

She stared at me for a beat.

Then smirked.

"You're not escaping tonight."

I gulped.

"In fact," she continued casually, brushing hair behind her ear, "we're going to start having sex at least four times a week."

I blinked. "At least?"

"Yes," she said flatly. "Minimum."

"That's… a lot."

"I'm a dragon," she said smugly. "My stamina is legendary."

I tried to respond, but my throat made a confused noise and my soul left my body.

Her smirk widened.

"Better start hydrating," she added, leaning down to kiss my neck. "Tonight, round two."

And as she rolled off of me and stretched out under the covers like a satisfied goddess, one thought ran through my still-recovering brain:

I had no idea if I could survive this.

But I knew I wouldn't trade it for anything.

[Season 1 End]