Venya and Mariana charged at the same time.

The water dome trembled as two forces of nature collided—crimson dragonfire roaring against divine aqua fury.

Mariana thrust both palms forward—summoning a colossal whirlpool that spun violently around Venya, trying to crush her in a vortex of crushing pressure. The current slammed into Venya’s wings, pinning them, dragging her deeper into the maelstrom.

Venya’s red eyes flashed.

She opened her mouth—fangs gleaming—and roared.

Not just sound.

Power.

A concentrated beam of dragonfire erupted from her throat—white-hot, laced with raw Veythar mana. It cut through the whirlpool like a plasma blade, boiling the water into a blinding explosion of steam and bubbles. The entire dome shuddered—cracks spiderwebbing across the liquid barrier.

Mariana’s eyes widened for the first time.

“Impossible—”

Venya didn’t let her finish.

She exploded forward—wings snapping open with a thunderous beat—tail whipping like a lash. Claws extended, she slammed into Mariana chest-to-chest, driving her back through the water.

Their bodies tangled—breasts pressing together—scales scraping against smooth mermaid skin—tails thrashing wildly.

Mariana tried to summon another spear.

Venya’s right hand clamped around her wrist.

The water spear dissolved instantly.

Venya grinned—feral, triumphant.

“My Lord’s wife… doesn’t lose.”

She reared back—then headbutted Mariana square in the forehead.

The impact echoed like a cannon shot.

Mariana’s head snapped back—eyes rolling—body going limp for half a second.

Venya seized the opening.

She spun—tail wrapping around Mariana’s mermaid tail like a vice—then slammed her downward with every ounce of draconic strength.

Mariana crashed into the arena floor—water exploding outward in a geyser.

The dome shattered completely.

Water crashed down in a roaring cascade—flooding the stage—leaving both girls sprawled in the shallow pool.

Mariana tried to rise—gasping, coughing—hand raised for one last desperate spell.

Venya was already on her feet.

She planted one boot on Mariana’s chest—pinning her down—wings spread wide, horns gleaming, red eyes blazing.

“Yield.”

Mariana stared up at her—chest heaving—then slowly lowered her hand.

“I… yield.”

The arena fell silent for one heartbeat.

Then the crowd exploded.

Commoners roared—fists in the air—screaming Venya’s name like a war chant.

“DRAGON WIFE! DRAGON WIFE!”

Nobles sat stunned—some pale, some muttering in disbelief.

Elowen Voss’s voice cracked over the broadcast—trying to stay professional.

“Winner… Venya Nightshade!”

Mira bounced in excitement. “Yes!” Then realising she blushed, “Umm… Sorry.”

Venya threw her head back—laughing wildly—wings flaring to their full span.

She looked straight up toward the highest gallery—straight at Aiden.

Her first thought—clear as crystal in her mind—wasn’t victory.

It was reward.

“My Lord… Venya won. Venya gets reward now?”

She licked her lips—fangs glinting—already imagining what Aiden might give her.

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High gallery—

Aiden’s system flared to life in his vision—glowing text scrolling dynamically across his inner sight.

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[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

[VENYA NIGHTSHADE – COMBAT VICTORY OVER DIVINE LINEAGE OPPONENT]

[+7 LEVELS!]

[NEW SKILL: AQUA-DRAGONFURY (MAX RANK) – Combines dragonfire with water manipulation. Can boil a large portions of the oceans or tsunamis.]

LOYALTY +100% – REWARD UNLOCKED: “MY LORD’S REWARD” (Personal request granted by Aiden Nightshade)

[AIDEN NIGHTSHADE – VICTORY BONUS]

[+4 LEVELS!]

[BOND RESONANCE INCREASED – All bonded partners gain +25% power when fighting together.]

[NEW PASSIVE: “DRAGON’S PRIDE” – Allies within 50m gain temporary fire resistance and strength boost.]

[[EXP DISTRIBUTION – AUTOMATIC]

[LUNA NIGHTSHADE: +1200 EXP → LEVEL UP!]

[NYXION NIGHTSHADE: +950 EXP → LEVEL UP!]

[IVY NIGHTSHADE: +800 EXP → LEVEL UP!]

[FLUFFYNUGGET: +600 EXP → LEVEL UP!]

[VALEFORIA NIGHTSHADE: +1500 EXP → LEVEL UP!]

[XYLENDRA NIGHTSHADE: +850 EXP → LEVEL UP!

[AETHONIEL NIGHTSHADE: +700 EXP → LEVEL UP!

[NOIR NIGHTSHADE: +550 EXP → LEVEL UP!]

[GLOBAL ANNOUNCEMENT]

[THE BOND SYSTEM RECOGNIZES A NEW LEGENDARY FEAT: “DEFEATING A GOD’S HEIR”]

[ALL BONDED BEAST RECEIVE TEMPORARY BUFF: “GODSLAYER’S AURA” (24 HOURS)]

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Aiden’s lips curled into a dark, satisfied grin.

“Come back to me after the match, little dragon. You’ll get exactly what you deserve.”

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Back on the field—

She looked up at the gallery again—red eyes locking onto Aiden.

Her tail flicked once—slow, sensual—already imagining the reward waiting for her.

Mariana—still lying in the shallow water—pushed herself up on trembling arms.

She stared at Venya—expression no longer calm.

It was… respectful.

“You… are truly his wife.”

Venya grinned—fangs flashing.

“Always have been.”

Her red eyes lifted—searching the highest gallery.

Found him.

Aiden.

Her entire face lit up like sunrise.

“My Lord!!”

She dropped to a crouch—wings snapping wide—then launched.

Forty meters of vertical distance disappeared in under two seconds.

She flew straight up—crimson wings beating powerfully—tail streaming behind her like a comet’s tail—red uniform fluttering wildly around her voluptuous body. Breasts bounced heavily with each wingbeat, skirt riding up to flash toned crimson-scaled thighs, horns gleaming in the sunlight.

Luna—perched happily in Aiden’s lap—saw the incoming missile first.

Her wolf ears shot straight up.

“Eep—!”

She dove sideways off Aiden’s lap with impressive agility—landing in a crouch just as Venya slammed into Aiden like a crimson meteor.

WHAM.

The impact knocked the air clean out of Aiden’s lungs.

“Woo—!” he wheezed—arms instinctively wrapping around her waist to keep them both from toppling backward. “Slow… down… you flew from literally forty meters away…”

Venya didn’t care.

She wrapped both arms around his neck—wings folding around them like a cocoon—cheek pressed tight to his chest, tail curling possessively around his thigh.

“My Lord… did you see me?” she asked—voice muffled against his shirt—body trembling with leftover adrenaline and pure joy.

Aiden exhaled—catching his breath—then smiled, one hand sliding up to rub slow circles at the base of her wings.

“Yeah… I saw you,” he murmured—voice low, warm, proud. “You were fierce. And beautiful.”

Venya squealed—high and delighted—nuzzling harder into his chest.

“Yes!!”

Luna popped back up—wolf ears perked, tail wagging furiously.

“That was really cool, Venya!” she beamed—clapping her hands. “You burned the water! Like—poof!”

Venya giggled against Aiden’s shirt—wings fluttering happily.

Ela Voss—hands still clasped tight in her lap—finally exhaled a long, shaky breath.

“For a moment I thought she would lose…”

Nyxion snorted—tail flicking lazily.

“Never. Dragon wife doesn’t lose.”

Thristle bounced once—eyes sparkling.

“She was so strong! So pretty when she roared!”

Nayla licked her lower lip—slow, appreciative.

“Mmm…”

Aiden’s grin turned darker—hand sliding down Venya’s back to rest possessively on the curve of her ass.

Venya pulled back just enough to look up at him—red eyes shining, pupils blown wide with adoration and anticipation.

“My Lord…” she breathed—voice soft, needy. “Where is Venya’s reward?”

Aiden tilted his head—teasing.

“Ohhh… you’re so impatient.”

Venya pouted—adorably—both hands coming up to cup his face, thumbs brushing his cheekbones.

“Venya wants her reward… now.”

The rest of the wives watched—smiles ranging from fond to outright hungry.

Aiden chuckled—low, indulgent—then leaned in until their foreheads touched.

“Close your eyes.”

Venya beamed—nodding frantically.

“Mmm…!”

She squeezed her eyes shut—tail curling tighter around his leg—wings trembling with excitement.

A soft shimmer of gold light appeared in Aiden’s palm.

A long ribbon headband materialized—deep red silk embroidered with delicate black dragon-scale patterns, edges trimmed in molten gold thread. Tiny ruby beads dangled from the ends—catching the light like drops of blood. The rich crimson hue perfectly matched her wings, horns, and eyes, making it look as though it had been forged from her own essence.

He lifted it carefully—sliding the soft fabric around her head—tying it in a perfect bow at the back so the long tails draped elegantly down her back, mingling with her wild crimson hair like twin flames.

Then he leaned in.

And kissed her.

Slow.

Deep.

One hand cupped the back of her neck—thumb stroking the sensitive spot beneath her horns. The other slid down to grip her hip—pulling her flush against him.

Venya moaned softly into his mouth—claws pricking his shoulders—wings fluttering helplessly as she melted against him.

When he finally pulled back—lips brushing hers one last time—he whispered:

“Open.”

Venya’s lashes fluttered.

She opened her eyes slowly—red gaze lifting to meet his—then drifting upward as though sensing something new.

A small, floating mirror shimmered into existence in front of her—courtesy of Aiden’s system—perfectly positioned so she could see herself.

She gasped.

The deep red ribbon looked made for her—contrasting beautifully against her wild crimson hair, the ruby beads catching the light every time she moved. It framed her horns perfectly—making her look even more regal, more dangerous, more his.

Venya’s eyes filled with tears—happy, overwhelmed.

“My Lord…” she breathed—voice cracking. “It’s… perfect…”

She launched herself at him again—wrapping arms and wings around him—burying her face in his neck.

“Thank you… thank you thank you thank you!”

Aiden laughed—low, warm—arms encircling her completely.

“You earned it, little dragon.”

The wives crowded closer—smiling, cooing.

Luna bounced forward first—wolf ears perked.

“It looks so pretty on you, Venya!”

Nyxion reached out—gently touching one of the ribbon tails.

“Matches your wings perfectly.”

Ela smiled softly.

“You look like royalty.”

Thristle clapped—excited.

“Super cool! Like a dragon empress!”

Valeforia leaned in.

“Mmm… now you look even more irresistible. Can’t wait to see you wear nothing but that ribbon tonight~”

Venya shivered—wings fluttering—then giggled.

“Naughty…”

Lysandra reached out—stroking one crimson tail gently.

“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

Nayla smirked—eyes dark.

“Wear it when you claim your **real** reward later.”

Venya’s tail curled tighter around Aiden’s leg—body pressing even closer.

“Yes…”

Aiden tilted her chin up—thumb brushing her lower lip.

“You did good,” he said—voice quiet, only for her. “So good.”

Venya’s eyes shimmered—full of love, devotion, heat.

“Anything for My Lord…”

She leaned in—kissing him again—soft this time—lingering.

When she pulled back—she nuzzled against his chest.

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END OF CHAPTER : 295 : VENYA’S REWARD!a

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