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Chapter 519: Korra, Queen Of The Black Dragon Race

As Nadia sniffed his underwear, a strange thought crept into her mind unwanted, yet impossible to ignore.

’Was this what Fauna’s disciple smelled earlier?’

’When she was sucking Mika’s penis, taking it deep into her throat, worshipping it like some kind of goddess offering...’

’...was this the scent she had been inhaling the whole time?’

’And if this was what anyone would smell if they were to...to suck his penis from below...it actually isn’t that bad.’

Despite her composed exterior, despite her emotionless mask, Nadia was not an innocent girl.

She knew what adults did to one another in the privacy of their bedrooms.

She knew how a woman would give a man a blowjob, knew the mechanics of it, the intimacy, the surrender.

But she had always thought it strange. How could a woman possibly do something like that?

Wouldn’t it be disgusting? It was a man’s genitalia—surely it would be smelly, dirty.

She doubted any man out there would properly wash his penis every single time, or give it perfume and deodorant before an encounter.

The logistics had always baffled her.

But now—now she didn’t seem to mind.

When it came to Mika’s penis, it had a very nice stench. Something she couldn’t help but find really addictive. Something that made her want to bury her face deeper, inhale more, never stop.

And if it was really this scent—this musky, earthy, masculine aroma—then she herself wouldn’t mind going down and sucking Mika’s penis as well.

It would only enhance the experience.

But the moment that thought crossed her mind, she shook her head violently.

’Bad Nadia! Bad! What are you thinking right now? You dirty, dirty girl.’

But just as she was scolding herself—realizing that she was sinking deeper into this pit without Mika even doing anything to her—her phone buzzed.

Then buzzed again. And again. And again.

A flood of notifications.

She turned to look at it, frowning. Normally, she would ignore her phone during moments like this, but the sheer volume of alerts was unusual.

She picked it up.

The family group chat.

She blinked in surprise as the group chat hadn’t been very active for a while.

Ever since Mika left, there had been an awkwardness, a tension that no one could quite dispel.

No one could really find a topic they could openly talk about and relate to anymore. Most of the time, it was just everyone sending update photos of where they were, or checking up on each other.

But right now, there were dozens of messages. And many of them were photos.

Curiosity overwhelmed her.

She reluctantly put Mika’s underwear aside, her hands lingered for just a moment longer than necessary and opened the group chat.

Her fingers swiped through the accumulated messages, and the moment she saw the photos, her eyes lit up with genuine excitement.

There they were: Yelena, Fauna, Charlotte, Anya, and even her own daughter, Astrid!

They were all together at what appeared to be a small café, surrounded by food and laughter captured in frozen moments.

The photos were numerous and varied.

Some showed them posing with the café’s offerings, their faces bright with joy.

Others captured them making peace signs and silly faces, their genuine happiness evident in every frame.

One particularly notable image showed Charlotte striking an intentionally seductive pose, her expression playful and flirtatious.

But the images that made Nadia’s breath catch were those featuring Astrid.

Her daughter stood among them, slightly shy and awkward in the environment, clearly uncertain how to navigate the social dynamics of the group.

But what made Nadia’s heart clench with hope and emotion was the fact that Astrid wasn’t pulling away.

She was allowing Fauna to hug her, to kiss her cheeks, to shower her with physical affection.

She was accepting Yelena’s cheek pulls with something that resembled contentment.

And most remarkably, she appeared to be genuinely enjoying herself—not performing enjoyment, but actually experiencing it.

A smile broke across Nadia’s face, a genuine, full smile that transformed her entire expression.

This was shocking. Wonderful. Almost unbelievable in its implications.

For years, she had watched her family fragment and disperse.

There had been moments when two or three of them might come together, usually under formal circumstances or out of necessity rather than genuine desire for connection.

But this, five of them together, actually having fun, actually bonding, this was something that hadn’t happened in longer than she could remember.

And her daughter was there.

The same daughter who had been pushing everyone away, treating her entire family like strangers, building walls between herself and everyone who tried to reach her.

That same daughter was now actively participating, trying to integrate herself back into the family unit.

Tears sprang to Nadia’s eyes, surprising her with their intensity.

’So...it was true.’ She thought.

Over these past few weeks, she had noticed subtle changes in Astrid’s behavior.

Her daughter had been meeting with Charlotte and Anya with increasing frequency. She had assumed these were formal meetings of some kind—official business or necessary collaboration.

But looking at these photos, Nadia realized the truth was far different.

Her daughter was actively trying to bond with them. Genuinely trying to reconnect with her sisters.

And now that Nadia thought about it, Astrid had been trying with her as well, over these past few days.

There had been moments when her daughter would stand and stare at her with an expression that suggested she wanted to say something.

Her mouth would open and close, the words hovering on the tip of her tongue, before she would look away in embarrassment.

She had been confused by these interactions, unable to understand what her daughter was trying to communicate.

But now she understood.

Astrid was struggling to bridge the gap between them, just as Nadia had been struggling for so long.

Her daughter was attempting, in her own awkward way, to reconnect with her mother. And she was doing this on her own, without Nadia having to push or manipulate or force the issue.

This realization filled Nadia with such overwhelming joy that she had to press her hand to her chest, as if she could physically contain the emotion threatening to burst from her.

For years, she had been trying to bring her daughter back—trying to break through the walls Astrid had constructed around herself, trying to find a way to reconnect with the vibrant, social girl she had been before everything had fallen apart.

And she had failed, repeatedly and heartbreakingly, unable to find the right words or actions to bridge the distance between them.

But somehow, without her direct intervention, her daughter was changing on her own.

The thought filled her with hope and gratitude and an almost unbearable tenderness toward her daughter.

She scrolled through more photos, reading the messages below.

Her anger from before completely disappeared, washed away by waves of joy and hope.

For a moment, she even regretted escaping from Yelena. If she had stayed, she could have joined in the fun. She could have been part of this moment.

But she was content just knowing her daughter was having a good time.

Not to mention, she still had to have a talk with Mika about what was going on.

That was her main priority right now.

But as she was sitting there, lost in these emotional realizations, her entire body suddenly shivered.

Brrrrr!

A vibration sensation moved through her, starting from ass, emanating upward through her lower body.

For a confused moment, she wondered if she was so overwhelmed by emotion that her booty was literally trembling with it.

Then she realized the truth.

It was Mika’s phone. She was sitting on his phone, and it was vibrating insistently with an incoming call.

She felt a flash of embarrassment at the realization, then quickly moved to retrieve the device from beneath her.

She was going to take it to Mika in the bathroom, to let him know he had a call, when she glanced at the caller ID.

And she froze completely.

The screen displayed a name and a profile picture that made her blood run cold.

It was a person who she knew. Someone who shouldn’t really be calling Mika, as they had no particularly close relationship.

The profile picture showed a beautiful woman—dark skin, crimson eyes, large plump breasts, an ethereal, dreamlike quality that made her look like she had stepped out of a fantasy.

Long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that was both regal and seductive.

But that wasn’t the most striking feature.

She had horns. Black horns that curved back from her forehead, elegant and proud. And in the corner of the photo, the tip of a tail, curled slightly.

She wasn’t human. She was dragonkin. And not just any random dragon, she was Korra.

Queen of the Black Dragon race.

Mother of all black dragons, wife of one of the strongest beings in existence, and mother of Nuri.

And also, Nadia’s best friend.

Over the years, through managing diplomatic relationships between both races, she and Korra had become incredibly close.

They would have drinks together, sharing grievances and happiness, talking about life.

Korra was probably the closest friend Nadia had ever had outside of her own family.

Even though Korra couldn’t fully understand Nadia’s emotions and couldn’t read the subtle cues that Mika could—she never let that get in the way.

She was always fun, always brimming with energy and excitement, always compensating for Nadia’s emotional stillness with her own vibrant presence.

She made Nadia feel comfortable. Safe. Happy.

But this...this didn’t make sense.

Why was Korra calling Mika? They shouldn’t have that much contact.

Of course, they had met at parties and events over the years—Korra was always invited to family gatherings.

But even then, their interactions had always been brief. Polite. The kind of exchanges you have with an acquaintance.

A simple ”hello, good to see you.”

Maybe a brief chat about the weather or the latest political developments. Nothing more.

But now she was calling him. And it was a video call.

Nadia’s mind raced. Before—

A cold horror began to creep up her spine.

She had seen what Mika did to older women. To married women. To mothers.

The way he treated them, seduced them, conquered them, made them his.

It was burned into her memory from those videos, from what she had witnessed in the barrier.

And if Korra was calling him right now...

’No!’

She shook her head, trying to push away the thought.

’Korra wouldn’t do that. She’s my best friend. She would never go behind my back to have a relationship with my son.’

But she couldn’t resist. Curiosity and fear overwhelmed her and she pressed the attend button.

And the moment the screen came to life, all her hopes vanished.

Korra was lying on a bed, propped against the headboard.

Her dark skin glistened with sweat, her crimson eyes were half-lidded with lust, her plump lips parted in a moan.

And she...was completely naked!

Her large, coffee-colored breasts were on full display, her pale nipples erect and glistening.

Her wide hips curved down to thick thighs, and between them, her pussy...

...the same brown shade, but with pale pink inner lips that glistened with moisture.

Small scales decorated her labia, catching the light, looking impossibly erotic.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

Her long black tail was stuffed inside her pussy.

She was using it like a dildo, thrusting it in and out, fucking herself with her own appendage as she moaned and writhed on the bed.

Her hands were busy elsewhere—one squeezing her breast, fingers rolling her nipple, the other pressed against her stomach, feeling the bulge of her tail moving inside her.

And she was calling out Mika’s name!

”Oh, Mika!...oh, Mika, baby boy!...look at me. Look at how wet I am for you!”

She moaned, her tail plunging deeper.

”This is what I’ve become...ever since you stopped visiting me!...I can’t hold myself...I’m such a slut!...”

Her voice cracked with desperate need.

”I want your touch all over—! I want you to fuck me like you used to—! I want you to suck on my tits while calling me a bad girl—!”

”I want you to stuff my tail right into my asshole and fuck me at the same time—!”

”Please, just come visit me one time...I really want you right now...I can’t live without you!”

She tugged on her nipples, pinching them, pulling them.

”You turned me into this mess...you turned me into this naughty, depraved dragon who can’t live without your cock.”

”So please, come visit me, Mika...Make sweet love to me!”

Her eyes rolled back.

”I’m even willing to carry your child! Just impregnate me! I’ll secretly carry your baby and make my husband believe it’s his own!”

She screamed.

”PLEASE, MIKA! GIVE ME YOUR LOVE!”

Nadia stared at the screen, her face pale, her mind completely blank.

This was Korra. The mother of an entire race of powerful beings.

A woman of such authority and commanding presence that every other woman looked up to her as a role model.

She was prideful. Dignified. Regal.

She was now an absolute slut.

Sucking on her own nipples, thrusting her tail into her vagina, begging Mika to fuck her.

Nadia’s brain completely shut down.

She stared at the phone in utter shock, her already pale face turning even paler. Her hands trembled. Her mouth hung open.

She couldn’t process what she was seeing.

On the screen, Korra finally looked down at her phone. Her lust-filled eyes focused on the camera.

And saw Nadia’s face.

”N-Nadia!” She shrieked.

The tail inside her went still. Her hands froze on her breasts. Her jaw dropped.

Two best friends stared at each other in shock and horror, having uncovered a secret Nadia was never meant to know and Korra had never meant to reveal.

The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.

Then Korra’s face crumpled.

”Nadia...” She whispered. ”I can explain...”

Nadia’s voice, when it finally came, was cold. Icy.

The voice of a woman who had been betrayed.

”I’m listening.”