Hentai Dragon King

There is a concept called asylum. On Wikipedia, it is translated into Japanese as ”sanctuary” or ”free zone,” but neither feels quite right. Asylum is simply asylum.

Wikipedia defines asylum as ”a region beyond the reach of governing authority,” but that also doesn’t sit well with me.

Why? Because governing powers can create asylums themselves. I want to define medieval European asylum as ”a mentally inviolable domain according to the values of the parties involved.”

A concrete example of asylum is the church. All violence is forbidden there.

The prohibition of violence is not enforced by physical power. It exists because ”the people of that era shared the value that one must not commit violence inside a church.”

No one can spit on a Jizo statue, trample a beautiful flower field, or rape a widow in front of her husband’s grave. That is precisely an area protected by values—an asylum.

Suppose, in medieval Europe, you were suddenly attacked by a thug even though you had done nothing wrong.

What would you do? There were no police in medieval Europe. As you can tell from the fact that even Japan’s police force has only existed for about 100 years, police organizations are relatively new everywhere in the world.

In such a situation, the place you flee to is an asylum.

You run into a church. The thug cannot enter the sanctuary and commit violence. There aren’t even any strong soldiers stationed inside the church.

Why? Because both the attacker and the victim share the value that one must not commit violence inside a sacred church.

The coercive power of this shared value was probably far stronger than modern people can imagine.

Asylum is an invincible safe zone.

It isn’t limited to places. Objects and people can also be asylums.

A somewhat incorrect but easy-to-understand example is a jidaigeki (period drama).

”Even if it’s the old lord, once he’s dead he’s just a man! Surround him! Surround him!”

”You scoundrel impersonating His Excellency! Get him!”

Imagining a climax where these things are not allowed makes it easy to understand.

An inro (seal case) or the position of the Tokugawa Shogun has no military power in itself, yet it can forcibly halt surrounding violence as something sacred and inviolable. The space where this power extends is an asylum.

As the evil magistrate says, even the Shogun is ”just a man once he dies,” so one could simply attack and kill him. In period dramas, violent scenes are inserted for dramatic effect, but imagine a world of values where that is impossible. The moment they see the inro, both the evil magistrate and the ronin stop attacking the village girl... That power is asylum.

Asylum has existed since ancient times not only in Japan but in countries around the world.

In the modern era, embassies and Shinto shrines or Buddhist temples have properties close to asylum.

Even the ”circle the oni can’t enter” in tag is close to asylum.

In the medieval European world, even murderers could seek protection by fleeing into asylum. Of course, if they couldn’t prove their innocence in a trial during the allowed stay period, they would be expelled once the protection period ended and captured by their avengers...

The examples I gave are not the only asylums.

As I stated earlier, asylum is ”a mentally inviolable domain according to the values of the parties involved.” For example, in front of photos or graves of one’s parents or beloved teacher would also be asylums. Even if siblings are fighting, if they are in front of their parents’ grave and ”share the values,” both would likely lower their fists.

Even the box of an onahole with a moe illustration on it is an asylum. No one could tear apart the box depicting the beautiful girl who is the owner of the pussy that is about to make you feel good. The place that holds the power to stop such an act is an asylum.

The church of the Larm religion, where Rafilia serves as priestess, is an asylum, and all violence is strictly prohibited here.

It is not because Rafilia will get angry if someone rampages inside the sanctuary. It is because the people of this country and this era share the value that committing violence inside a sacred church is wrong.

Even if the slave traders plot revenge, as long as we are inside the church, they cannot lay a single hand on us. The beastmen and the macho men can live safely inside the church without fearing any retaliation.

However, even though all violence is prohibited inside the church, the dog girls were still afraid of Lucia. That was because Lucia was an existence outside human values, so asylum seemed unlikely to apply to her.

The dog girls are seeking asylum.

And the clever girls must have noticed from yesterday’s events that there are two asylums for Lucia.

The first is the group of capybara girls. After seeing how lovey-dovey Lucia became with them, it is obvious that Lucia will not commit violence near the capybara girls.

However, since Lucia herself is at the center of that asylum, it cannot be used.

Therefore, the dog girls would want to use the other asylum.

That would be me, the one who was chatting amiably with Lucia.

Peropero...

Chuu chuu.

Chupa chupa...

Jupo...

Nuru...

Necha...

Tsuuu... pichan...

Many wet sounds can be heard.

My cheeks are being licked.

My nipples are being sucked.

My cock is being sucked.

As you can tell from the fact that I was contemplating asylum right after waking up, I had already ejaculated and entered sage mode.

For a moment I thought I was being attacked by two macho men, but this is an asylum. All violence is prohibited. Therefore, it is impossible for macho men to attack me.

Besides, there are many places being licked.

Both cheeks, both nipples, and my cock—five places at once.

In other words, five dog girls are licking the asylum that is me.

They were saved by me, and dogs are creatures that lick the people they like.

However, no matter how grateful they are, would dog girls really suck the cock of a man they just met?

Moreover, this sucking technique feels familiar.

The greedy suction that doesn’t seem intended to make me feel good. A vacuum fellatio driven purely by the desire to drink semen. It has to be Iferasuki.

In that case, the mother Letree probably isn’t participating in the licking because she can’t cheat.

When I open my eyes, my prediction is correct.

Iferasuki is sucking me off, the Siberian Husky sisters—older sister Lian and younger sister Lian—are licking my nipples, and Petit Letree and the Shepherd girl Shepa are licking my cheeks from both sides.

The location is the kitchen/dining hut. The two macho men are gone, so they are probably up early helping Rafilia with her work.

I’m glad no one saw me waking up while being licked by five girls.

Even though they are beastmen, they are almost human except for the dog ears and tails. Waking up surrounded by cute girls licking me is truly a man’s paradise.

”Good morning.”

Letree, sitting a little further away by the wall, greets me. She has my long robe on her lap. She probably picked it up after it came off while the beastmen were messing around with me.

I try to sit up and reply, but Petit Letree and Shepa keep licking around my lips, so I can’t even speak. I’m as popular as a zookeeper...

”Goo—”

Lick lick.

”—d morn—”

Lick lick.

”—ing.”

Lick lick.

The dog I used to have also became extremely attached around the second day after I got him.

Wasa wasa, wasa wasa.

Their tails are wagging wildly, making the fabric of their skirts rustle. Seeing gestures like this really makes you feel they are dog girls. I want to touch the tips of their tails, but I can’t reach from this position.

”Anyway, thank you everyone. Stop licking.”

The clever girls all stopped licking.

They stare at me as if asking to be praised, so I pat each of their heads in turn. They all narrow their eyes happily.

Except for one idiot girl who doesn’t stop licking—or rather, sucking.

But it’s both troubling and pleasant.

If Iferasuki stops sucking and pulls her mouth away now, my erect cock covered in saliva and semen will be seen by the dog girls.

It would be fine for the 30-something Letree, 17-year-old older sister Lian, and younger sister Lian to see it.

But showing my erect cock to the 13-year-old Shepa and Petit Letree would be bad. No matter how much this medieval European-style other world considers it an acceptable age for sex and marriage, they look like elementary school students on the outside. As a sensible person with modern morals, I cannot show my dick to lolis. I may be a pervert who gets hard from loli pussies, but I am not the kind of inconsiderate person who shows his erection to lolis.

”Ah, Lucia.”

It might be a slightly exaggerated gesture, but I turn my face toward the door. The dog girls and Iferasuki flinch and look toward the door. My erect cock slips out of Iferasuki’s mouth with a boing.

In that moment, I stand up and head toward Letree to get my robe.

However, surrounded by the dog girls, I try not to bump into anyone and lose my balance.

And then—

Thud.

I thrust both hands against the wall to avoid falling onto Letree.

I end up thrusting my erect cock right in front of Letree’s face as she sits by the wall. It is unmistakably a wall-pin (kabedon). The early morning sunlight streaming through the window casts the shadow of my erect cock onto Letree’s face.

”N-no, you mustn’t, Masaharu-san. My daughter is right nearby...”

Letree breathes heavily, her eyes filled with female lust. She places her hand on my balls and rubs her cheek against my towering erection.

H-hey, wait. You’re the one who said your daughter is nearby, so what exactly are you planning to do!?