[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-saya-and-the-dragon":3,"chapter-saya-and-the-dragon-saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-136":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Saya and the Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1705123,2177,"Chapter 130.5: The Night of the Twins (high smut chapter)","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-136",136,"\u003Cp>Gods, okay,look—I didn’tplanon fucking twins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s not a thing I wake up and scribble into my itinerary between “steal candied almonds” and “betray lover for coin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there I was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naked. Pinned between two wall-sized slabs of man-meat calledHjortandBrund.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barbarian twins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the high snows of the Northmarch, where the men are born bellowing and the women bench-press goats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was just a sweaty little disaster wedged between theirmatching eight-packsandshared moral flexibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let me explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We’d hit a war camp. Classic scam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I played the oracle, veils and moans, blah blah. The Dragon did fire theatrics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crowd went wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins came up after the performance, shirtless, grinning, reeking of sweat, mead, and testosterone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They offered me a mammoth steak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I said: \"Only if I get to eat it off your chest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said: \"We share everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I said: \"Do you now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in their tent—spacious, fur-lined, smuggled wine and questionable mushrooms—I realized two things:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>1.These men had zero thoughts behind their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>2.Theirbodiesmade up foreverything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They peeled me out of my silks like I was some overripe fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands everywhere. Hot breath on my neck. One of them bit my ass. Not gently. I yelped. He grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brund was the quiet one. Hjort made noises like he was wrestling bears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They took turns. Thenstoppedtaking turns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were positions I’mpretty sureviolate local ordinances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At one point I ended up upside down with one of them eating me out like a starving man at a honey festival while the other fed me grapes and told me I was a goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imighthave come so hard I bit Hjort’s shoulder. He thanked me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, was it emotionally fulfilling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did they remember my name?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They called me “Witch-Tits” the entire time and I honestly didn’t mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By dawn I was raw, radiant, and mildly concussed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I crawled out of that tent glowing like a temple lantern, hair a mess, tunic inside out, hips ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dragon sniffed me, groaned, and muttered something about “plague-by-stupidity” and “testosterone poisoning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I just winked and said, “They were verygenerousworshippers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rolled his eyes. I couldn’t feel my legs. Worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So yeah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I did the twins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the twins didme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten out of ten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would get barbarian-sandwiched again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just… next time, remind me to stretch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t look at me like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously. Wipe that expression off your face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haveyouever been sandwiched?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then shut up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then youknowexactly what I’m talking about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That moment when your soulleaves your bodyfor a quick smoke break and your legs forget the concept of “floor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spit roasted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One at each end, me in the middle, making sounds I didn’t know I was capable of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I think I meowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once. Maybe twice. Don’t judge. I wasbusy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yeah, since we’re spilling tea:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was butt stuff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>North Gate, South Gate, both under siege.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them called it “breaching the fortress.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My hips were holding peace negotiations with the gods while my spine was writing its last will and testament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So go ahead. Clutch your pearls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Call me depraved, profane, possessed by all seven sins doing cartwheels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I’ll just sit here grinning like a cat in heat who got into the cream, the cookies, and half the dairy farm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because honey—that night was a religious experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And my temple got thoroughly worshipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twice. Simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By twins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t get me wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m notjustabout hair pulling, slapping, and being pounded into a mattress like a drum in a war parade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I mean… yeah, that’smy brand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I’m not some wild beast in heat 24\u002F7.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can do gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saya can be gentle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you ask nicely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you pay evennicer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft touches? Sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweet kisses? I’ve practiced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slow, sensual grinding while whispering “oh gods yes right there” like I mean it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absolutely within my skillset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just don’t confuse it with affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You want purring?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’llpurrlike a kitten in heat on a velvet cushion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll sigh and moan and trace your name on your chest with my fingertips while making you feel like you’re the center of my universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll look into your eyes like I’m seeing starlight for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Ineedyou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like this isdifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Special.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then I’ll take the coin, tuck it in my garter, and vanish before your post-nut delusions start forming marriage plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’vedonethe gentle thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I've rocked the slow candlelit rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I've faked sweet innocence so well I made grown men cry with joy and hand me family heirlooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gentle is a performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And baby—I’m a professional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But don’t be fooled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Underneath the silk and sighs and soft hands?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still Saya.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still the girl who’ll ride you raw and rob you blind if you snore too loud after.\u003C\u002Fp>",799,"2026-06-06T14:39:25.900Z",1,"novelbin.me","574b4a87ba7cad323421fc0f5e721d394ee1a12a1498681805e54d9f22d1c10f","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-137","saya-and-the-dragon-chapter-135",228,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsaya-and-the-dragon-cover.jpg"]