Chapter 10: Is He Truly My Prince?

Emura reflected on her life as she held his hands, feeling like she was a living, breathing person for the first time in countless years.

Her life had been boring since the day; strange sores, throbbing black veins and pus covered her hands and feet; a girl at a young age suddenly abandoned as a cursed girl in the village.

Friends of today became enemies and strangers of tomorrow as the village cast her away and forced her to live as a sinner; even her father turned a blind eye.

Her mother tried to support her; however, she would be beaten by her father and the villagers should she speak to Emura and give her warmth and affection.

Yet, until the day someone from the village died after touching Emura, she would visit her daily.

'I never asked to be born this way, becoming some kind of unwanted monster, nor my limbs to become wretched and filled with puss; the moment it happened, I was alone after my mother was forced to part with me.'

Emura was sold to a slaver for a few coins, not the above-board type like Earl, but a horrible kind that dealt with bandits and forced slavery.

'If not for the fact a person would die if they merely touched my hands in the earlier days, before I could moderately control this strange curse, I would have been used as a sex slave after turning 18.'

It made her feel sick; dirty adventurers and fat nobles were all showing interest in her large breasts and meaty ass until they saw Emura's hands.

Those small tents vanished instantly before they insulted her as a whore or filthy diseased slut, beating her with iron rods or wooden poles.

Emura was left unsold until turning 20 years old when she learned to control the curse and felt her body growing more powerful each day she survived.

She was passed from trader to trader as she used this curse to protect herself and find an absolute master.

'I wanted someone who would look past my filthy, embrace me as I was; that's when I met Earl.'

This was inspired by her mother's constant words used to cheer her up when she was small, despite the daily beatings.

Emura's mother never indeed abandoned her, even until she died of the very curse her husband shunned.

"Emura, one day, a man will appear that can truly accept you; those scars, wounds and even the smell will not phase him one bit. He won't frown, change his face and will grasp your hand tightly, even wishing to you to become his; never let that boy go as he is your fated master."

Earl was a fat little slave trader, neither handsome nor tall, but the moment he took ownership of me, things were different; my request for a man that chooses me by name and accepts me as I am, otherwise I would not become their slave, was the deal we made.

"Today, before sleeping, Earl came to me and told me somebody, which matched almost all of my requests, appeared before he passed me the information on him through the small opening in my box; his name was Lucian, and he was a handsome vampire noble..."

'He will come to meet me tomorrow!? What should I do... Bathe, and dress nicely... Ah, this is the first time a boy has chosen me, knowing about my ailment! What should I say? Do I test him or play it cool? He's so perfect.... like the princes in my old storybooks!'

Emura's body filled with a deep excitement for the first time in over 12 years; somebody wanted her, which couldn't be more important to her.

She suddenly felt like she had worth, no longer able to hold back her tears of delight, even if he didn't accept her tomorrow; for the first time, she felt like a young girl meeting a boy as if it was a marriage meeting.

"Lucian... Master Lucian... Lord Lucian... Lulu... Husband!? Kyaah~ I cannot sleep!"

She spent the night deciding how to say his name in the future; what would he think about her face that struggled to show emotion? Could he reject her because she'd filled with scales and not like ordinary girls?

'Should I hide my private scales....?'

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The time snapped back to the current time; just before he entered the room, Emura decided to greet him naturally, without clothes and only her scarlet scales covering her nipples and crotch, which seemed to be even more erotic than naked.

'Ah, I look so lewd, but it's too late! He's already here; the door will open; what do I do? Smile... impossible! Ugh... my heart is beating so fast... handsome vampire, please be kind... I will serve you forever; please accept me!'

She felt like a dream had happened a moment after the door opened.

His handsome face, long snow-white hair swaying from the slight breeze, piercing red eyes that looked towards her before he stopped moving in place.

'What's wrong? What is he not moving? Am I ugly? Should I close my legs and hide the filthy crotch of a nasty lizard?'

Emura's female instinct began to awaken; her scent became thicker as her mind raced, filled with confusion. All she did was sit still, move her face slightly and remain silent.

'He's looking at my body!? Does he like my tits? Should I shake them? What.... his pants seem to have a large sword in them; why is it getting bigger?!'

She realised that the vampire enjoyed the sight of her body, yet still not learning the "large sword" was, in fact, his male weapon, throbbing from his attraction to this dragon lady.

Before she knew it, he was standing close to her, holding his hand to shake hers; Emura's lower scales were now coated in a thick, slippery slime.

As her eyes widened before holding his hand back, the excitement caused her to be unable to control her curse.

Lucian held her hand with a calm face, looking into her eyes with nothing unpleasant as the blood, puss, and black mould pulsated and spread to his own hands.

'I'm not disgusting? You are my prince charming, that mother said?' you won't find me ugly, are you willing to accept me not just as a slave, but maybe one day, you can also see me as a woman, right?

Emura's mind was in chaos before suddenly he moved closer, pressing his chest against hers, feeling his racing heart as his hot breath brushed against her pink flesh.

"A pleasure to meet such a wonderful woman, My name is Lucian Von Silver, and I want you to become my woman."

Those momentary words caused her broken defences to shatter, and soft crystalline tears formed in her eyes as they dripped from her glazed eyes, filling Lucian's chest.

He wasn't entirely sure why this happened but knew it was likely due to something in her feelings, this wasn't the game, and these girls were living beings; in the game, she was cold and calm when Lance, the protagonist, bought her.

'I am happy, there are tears, but she is smiling.'

Lucian didn't care about the protocol, dirt didn't matter, nor did her "Curse" as his arm wrapped around her soft back, feeling the warmth from her pink body, lifting her into his arms in a princess carry.

Thanks to the system's help, he was able to create a bath that could boost her body's immune system and help to accept the red dragon's blood which was awakening more each day; his soft hands stroked along her body and helped her bath, cleaning each scale with a devoted look.

Emura marvelled at the man who bought her, he was the master and yet he helped clean her body delicately and with such affection, with beads of sweat across his forehead.

'He's so good with his fingers... is it wrong if I stop holding back my moans.... my crotch is in trouble... Will he think his new slave is a lewd girl?'

Several minutes later, the servants helping Earl manage the store near the bathhouse could hear the squeals and high pitch moans of the red lizard woman as she was brought to climax under the "cleansing" of her new master's vigorous and skilled touch.

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Lucian walked down the stairs, now carrying a pretty woman with radiant red hair, beautiful flushed cheeks and looking filled with vitality while wrapping both her hands around his neck.

Sadly, the "bath" caused her legs to feel like jelly, and she was now unable to walk well.

'I hope this moment never ends....' Emura thought as they began to leave Earl's store; before taking her, Lucian had already finished all the small details; Earl was a great businessman and avoided the annoying things and let him take her in the new maid outfit.

'Let me tell him one day that a female lizard's scales are an erogenous zone... He cannot touch other lizard women like me... this pleasure is my only selfishness!'

Emura grew tired; for the first time, she no longer had to control her power or body to stop the curse from spreading or use it to protect herself.

In his strong arms, she felt relieved and started to drift into a light sleep; however, his words managed to grip her heart, filling her dreams with her new owner and secret crush.

"Emura, from now on, you are mine; I will have you serve as my maid, dealing with important things in my territory; nobody can look down on you anymore."

"As for you "Curse" I promise to remove that worry for you forever in the future; for now, please allow the medicinal baths to be enough."

Her soft snoring began to sound, but her hands grasped him tighter the more he spoke; she was a cute woman that gripped his heart before being in this world.

Now, he would take his time to break her guard and make her truly love him slowly.

"Let's go home, my cute red dragon maid."