Chapter 103: Dragon Marks, Double!

In the vast Great Hall of the Holy Temple, intimate whispers echoed.
The wine bottle fell on the steps, its contents flowing down one step at a time.
Upon the throne sat two figures, deeply entwined.
Leon finally understood why Rosvitha had made the throne so spacious.
Not only was it wide, but it could accommodate two people and support various positions.
This wasn’t negligence on her part;
This was foresight.
“Did you ask me to wait here tonight just for this? Hmm?”
Rosvitha’s eyes were half-closed, her flushed face wearing a satisfied smile.
She rested against the throne’s armrest, her body swaying gently with the rhythm, her tail moving slowly behind her.
Rosvitha softly replied,
“I told you before… I… we would eventually do this here—”
The alcohol heightened her sensitivity, making it difficult to complete even a single sentence.
Rosvitha slowly opened her eyes. From her position on the armrest, the entire grand hall of the temple was reflected in her gaze.
The temple was spacious, luxurious, and empty.
Yet their intense love for each other seemed to fill the entire hall.
Her face was reflected in the wall tiles, silver hair loose, gaze unfocused—
The sight of the high and mighty queen engaging in such intimacy with a human on her own throne should have been detestable.
However… Rosvitha thoroughly enjoyed this self-loathing.
Despite being a neat freak, she allowed Leon to kiss her entire body;
Despite being a workaholic, she had renovated the throne specifically for better intimate moments with her false husband;
Despite claiming to be naturally cold and detached, she fell in love with a man she shouldn’t have.
In public, she was the cold queen; in private, she was a wife who thoroughly enjoyed marital pleasures.
She was immersed in the shame and self-loathing brought by this contrast, unable to escape.
The man’s rough hand gripped her neck once again.
Rosvitha smiled, “Try squeezing once more, Leon.”
As soon as she spoke, she felt the pressure on her neck increase slightly.
“I tried. How’s that?” Leon’s tone was low.
“This is insubordination, prisoner,” Rosvitha grasped his wrist, her lips lightly brushing against his fingertips.
“Is that so, Your Majesty? I haven’t even shown you my most insubordinate side yet. Would you like to see?”
“Very well, then let your queen see—”
Her dragon eyes turned white, her blush deepening, but she persisted in her ‘contest’ with Leon.
“Show me what you can do.”
Rosvitha had a slight tendency toward dominance.
Of course, just slightly.
And Leon handled this “slight” tendency with precise control.
They maintained mutual respect while still satisfying Rosvitha, ensuring she was never truly hurt or distressed.
Between lovers, various forms of play are normal;
But regardless of the type, everything is built on mutual respect.
She was first and foremost Leon’s wife, and secondly his partner in their marital games.
Under Leon’s bold advances, the couple completed their first encounter of the night on the newly renovated throne.
Her delicate arm hung limply from the throne’s armrest.
Rosvitha smiled tiredly, eyes closed, savoring the recent moment of bliss.
The back of her hand accidentally touched the cold tiles on the floor, which helped clear her mind somewhat.
She looked up at Leon beside her, who was also resting.
Rosvitha grabbed her dress from the floor, casually putting it on, then stood up and walked barefoot on the tiles to the steps below the throne.
Her neck was covered in kiss marks, and her delicate back showed spots of red.
Her silver hair hung loose to her waist.
Seeing her dressed, Leon quietly put on his pants, leaving his upper body bare.
In the quiet hall, the Silver Dragon Queen stood on the steps, her back to the half-dressed man on the throne.
“Leon.”
“Hmm?”
“Promoting live birth alone isn’t enough to truly strengthen the Silver Dragon race.”
Rosvitha continued slowly, “As queen, I must become stronger too, to better protect my people. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand. So, what do you plan to do?”
“Remember when you just returned a few days ago, I told you about storing more magical power?”
Leon nodded, “Yes. But didn’t you say your body hadn’t recovered yet, so you couldn’t use that method?”
Rosvitha turned around, spreading her arms, “I’ve recovered now, so we can use it. Would you like to hear about it?”
“Yes, tell me.”
“This method isn’t actually complicated, and you gave me the inspiration for it.”
Leon raised an eyebrow, “I gave you the inspiration?”
“Yes. After discovering your body couldn’t store magical power, you used dragon runes as storage organs, injecting magic into them for safekeeping.”
Rosvitha said, “But dragon runes have a storage limit. It only gives you about ten minutes at full power, right?”
“Yes. Dealing with those six Dragon Kings was already my limit, and that was with the Nine Hells Gate’s enhancement.”
Leon said, “Without the Nine Hells Gate, we probably would have all been in danger that day.”
“You can’t say that – after all, the skills you’ve learned are your own. As long as you can defeat your opponents, that’s what matters.”
Leon smiled, “Yeah, that’s true. Continue.”
“Well, my thought is, if one dragon rune stores enough magical power for about ten minutes of output, then if we had two dragon runes… wouldn’t that double both the combat time and intensity?”
Hearing this, Leon’s eyes lit up, a trace of joy crossing his face.
“Two- two dragon runes? I thought you could only have one.”
“Who said that? Dragon runes are essentially magic arrays – you can put as many as you want on your body.”
Pausing briefly, Rosvitha bit her lip, saying somewhat hesitantly, “It’s just…”
“Just what?”
“It’s just that if you have multiple runes, the… sensations they bring are also multiplied. Remember a long time ago when I placed a dragon rune on your Black Gold War Chariot, then made you wear it and… do that with me, that time?”
Leon thought back.
That was indeed a long time ago.
Rosvitha had taken him to her private treasury in the back mountain, and it was there that he wore the Black Gold War Chariot again after two years.
But he hadn’t expected the iron shell’s grooves had already been thoroughly enhanced by the dragon mother.
Leon, under the influence of two dragon runes, had experienced intense sensations for over an hour.
That time had nearly cost him his life.
Even now, just thinking about it made him shiver.
“Yes… I remember.”
“That intensity was just from external dragon runes. If we inscribe a second dragon rune on your body, the sensation would be even more intense.”
Rosvitha said, “But theoretically, this would also double the amount of magical power we can store.”
“Indeed… but isn’t this just a method for me to become stronger? Didn’t you say you needed to become stronger too?” Leon asked.
Rosvitha nodded, “Yes. So… I’ll also inscribe a second dragon rune on my body, just like you, using the runes to accumulate more magical power.”
Leon scratched his temple, “This method sounds simple enough, but if dragon runes are really this versatile, couldn’t others do the same as us? Wouldn’t that mean we’d lose our advantage?”
Rosvitha gave a faint smile, walking forward slowly with her hands behind her back.
She leaned forward slightly, her dress neckline drooping to reveal her fair chest and the dragon rune there.
She held Leon’s wrist, gently placing his hand on her chest,
“For most dragons, dragon runes are shackles, constraints, chains of pure love, and cages of loyalty.”
“Because in their thousands of years of life, who can guarantee they’ll only love one person?”
“But us.”
“You and me, Leon, we’ll be… together, for life, won’t we?”