Scottish Balance 6

Y'know, there was one thing Yarden totally forgot in all his hung-ho, fast paced desire to speed things along. It was honestly a tiny thing anyone could have overlooked really.

Irina wore a cross necklace around her neck. Yarden realised it when she was laying down and he was already in the process of reincarnating her as his Knight as part of his peerage.

…Yet, in the end, despite his own stupidity, it turned out fine. Granted, she'd have only gotten a simple burn really depending on how quick he was, since he knew Xenovia as a devil could not pray or touch crosses and such, but again, it turned out fine.

Her supple skin did not sizzle at all under the holy object in the shape of a necklace.

The question there though; was it a trait passed on by him through the evil pieces features as Serafall explained to him, or did Irina receive the same blessing as him that allowed him to speak gods name and touch holy objects?

It was a boon nonetheless, but even with that, their problems did not end. For you see, Irina didn't have any clothes left beyond a single other battle suit being stored at the church she set up base at with Xenovia.

Which meant, shopping. Straight after she reincarnated too, in the blinding sun. Which weakened newly reincarnated devils and caused them pain.

The only reason such a thing did not apply to him, was because he was descended from the glorious sun of Scotland!

Well, they just had to suck it up and get it done quick, right? To make sure Irina didn't spend too much time in the sun before she adjusted properly and acclimated to being a devil.

….Only, she suffered no adverse effects under the sun either.

'Curious,' Yarden mused, leaning against the wall outside the changing rooms of a female clothing shop, specifically, an underwear shop, because his girl- new fiance, didn't have any underwear with her now either, 'Is it just because of my bloodline and the Evil Pieces?' he wondered.

He didn't think it would show results so quickly, despite what Serafall said. Though, she did mention it was a feature included to try and let the devils strengthen their bloodlines by having peerage members give them children.

Perhaps his own bloodline just resonated well with the evil pieces?

'You're on the right track I think, but remember, your own power has been improved upon due to your dragon heart and lungs now, become more potent,' Vritra added, 'And don't forget, I am part of you as well and my specialty is binding remember? It is an intrinsic part of my being, and that flows through to you as well. Those secondary effects of the Evil Pieces belonging to you, will reflect that.'

Oh yeah, that was right. He totally forgot that as much as Vritra was part of him, he was also part of Vritra, the connection between them was that tight.

Something else occurred to him;

'Hey, why haven't I had any over build up of dragon power since yesterday?' he asked. He'd expected it to build up and overflow again by now.

'I cut out the middle man as you like to say,' Vritra gave a mental shrug, 'I'm still connected partly to those Twice Critical, so I'm feeding the excess into the two in possession of Serafall and Irina.'

Huh, that was handy. And it saved him so much time, effort and bother as well! Vritra really was the best dragon, way more useful than Ddraig or Albion really.

'More diverse perhaps, but better over all, that's a good goal to aim for in the future.' Vritra chuckled.

That, he could agree with. Just because he fully respected his godly ancestor Belenus and William Wallace, did not mean he did not desire to completely and utterly surpass them.

Really, the only draw back to this was he couldn't go get Akeno to suck out the dragon energy for him and use it as an excuse to wave his cock about in her face.

Before he could think on that lovely image a bit more, the sound of his fiance's voice broke him from his thoughts, "Yarden, can you come in here?"

The shop attendant who was on the other side of the waiting room gave him a odd look, but he ignored her and did just that, opening the door and sliding in.

He found Irina standing in front of a mirror in the small cubicle like room, a pile of multiple different types of underwear folded on a small sitting ledge attached to the wall, while Irina was only wearing the shirt of his he'd given her to wear until they got more clothes for her.

"What's up?" he asked.

"I wanted to get your opinion on how well these fit, just to make sure!" Irina beamed at him.

Well honestly, she'd probably be better getting the attendant, a literal professional to do it.

…But he wanted to see what she had under there.

"Fine with me." he grinned roguishly at her, making a show off eyeing her bare legs.

"You perv!" Irina giggled, but didn't back down herself and grasped the unbuttoned sides of the shirt and whipped it open, baring her torso to him, "Taadaaa!"

Yarden's eyes widened when he found himself looking at his fiance clad in a set of frilly, pure white lingerie, the panties a with a thin strip at the hips nearing that of a thong and the cups of the bra pushing up her huge breasts deliciously, and the way her cross was jostled in between those tits of hers?

My god, just…chefs kiss!

"What'ya think?" Irina asked with a wide smile, despite the flush on her cheeks, holding the shirt wide open for him to get a real good view.

"Gorgeous," he grinned widely, like a dragon with prey in sight causing her to giggle, "You look so sexy in that, it makes me want to corrupt you."

"You already corrupted me though, you corrupted a pure holy maiden like myself into becoming a devil," she teased back, "I've become a lewd corrupt devil who's blatantly showing off her underwear to the one who corrupted her."

"We're gonna have a lot of fun together," he licked his lips hungrily, making her gulp a bit, "Actually, there's something I've been curious about, just how big are those breasts of yours?" he asked hotly, stepping forward and lifting a hand to cup one of the them in his hand through her bra.

God, the weight of it felt amazing in his hand. Was there anything that could make a man feel more powerful than the large, full and heavy weight of a gorgeous woman's voluptuous tits in the palm of his hand?

He could somewhat understand the Virgin Dragon Emperors utter obsession with them. Too bad he'd never be able to appreciate them the way he could, from the perspective of power.

"..Ah..." Irina shivered as he traced her breast through the pure white frilly bra gently, "I'm…they're eighty seven centimetres, in cup size..I guess I'm an E-cup?"

Despite himself, a whistle left his mouth, he was impressed, "An amazing pair of breasts for such an amazing girl, huh?" his dastardly bastardly grin reappeared and he leaned forward to capture her lips.

…Only for a knocking sound to come from the door, "Excuse me, dear customers, please don't fool around in there." the voice of the attendant floated through.

She was onto them!

With a sigh, Yarden reluctantly let go of Irina's breast, "We can continue this later when we have the privacy."

"…Mmm.." Irina nodded simply, breathing hotly.

He pecked her on the lips, then slipped back out of the changing room to wait. He caught the attendant staring at him disapprovingly.

So Yarden done what any true Scotsman would do in that situation. He spread his arms out wide and leaned against the wall opposite of her and grinned victoriously, assuming the legendary T-pose!

Establishing dominance just came naturally to him after all.

Vritra sighed.