The morning sun streamed through the grand windows of the palace chamber, casting golden patterns across the polished marble floor. Warm rays illuminated the luxurious room, making the countless spirit crystals embedded within the walls shimmer like stars.
On a plush blanket woven from celestial silk lay a small child who had just awakened from his sleep.
The baby—now two years old—stretched his tiny limbs and let out a soft yawn before rubbing his sleepy golden eyes.
His growth had been astonishingly fast. He looked like a five Year old kid at the mere age of two Year old.
According to his mother, it was because he inherited the True Dragon Bloodline from them. While other children would take years to reach certain stages of development, his divine heritage allowed him to mature at a far greater rate.
During the past two years, he had also learned much about the world around him.
The place he called home was known as the Supreme Realm of Infinity, one of the Four Supreme Realms that stood at the pinnacle of existence. These realms ruled over countless Worlds, Greater Realms and were regarded as the absolute centers of power throughout creation.
The knowledge left him speechless.
If the Supreme Realm of Infinity was one of only four realms capable of standing above the endless cosmos, then just how powerful were its rulers?
Unable to suppress his curiosity, he had once asked his mother just how strong they were.
The answer he received had shaken him.
His mother, Tiamat Ouroboros, was a Peak Empyrean—an existence capable of shaking universes with a single thought.
His grandmother, Ophis Ouroboros, stood on an even higher level.
She was a Divine Immortal.
Not only that, but she was widely acknowledged as the strongest being in the entire universe.
The realization had left him staring blankly for several minutes.
To have a Peak Empyrean as a mother and the strongest Divine Immortal in existence as a grandmother...
Even he found it difficult to comprehend just how absurd his family background truly was.
Tiamat was beside him, completely unclothed with nothing covering her intimate place, her movements graceful despite her imposing presence.
She stroked his hair gently, her curves on full display for his eyes to feast upon, her long blue hair cascading over her shoulders like a silken waterfall. She lay beside him, her fingers now tracing the soft curve of his cheek, her touch both tender and possessive.
"Good morning, my little Zephyr," she murmured, her voice a low purr that vibrated through him, resonating deep in his bones. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his, then his nose, before trailing kisses down his neck.
Each touch left a trail of warmth that spread through his small body like liquid fire. Her hand slid beneath his tiny blanket, her nails scraping lightly against his chest, sending shivers of pleasure through him.
He came to understand that all this kissing and affection was not only because of their obsessive love for him, but also because he was the only male present with the true dragon bloodline.
As the only one their bloodline recognized as a potential mate, they didn't even think about resisting the primal craving to be with him.
Before him there had only been the two female dragoness who were the mother and daughter.
"Good Morning, Mama."
He squirmed, not from discomfort but from the tingling warmth that spread through him at her touch. His body responded instinctively, his back arching into her caress.
Much of this knowledge came from his inherited memories.
In this world, countless races existed beyond the imagination of ordinary mortals. Humans, spirits, magical beasts, divine beasts, fey, dragons, and innumerable other magical and divine races populated the vast universe. Whenever two different races united and produced offspring, unique bloodlines and entirely new lineages could be born.
Many of these races possessed inherited memories—ancient knowledge passed down through their bloodlines. These memories allowed young members of their species to understand the world far more quickly than ordinary beings, granting them knowledge that would otherwise take centuries to acquire.
Zephyr had benefited greatly from this gift.
Zephyr Ouroboros.
That was the name bestowed upon him by his mother and grandmother.
He was the third True Dragon in the history of the universe and the sole bearer of the title:
The Heavenly Dragon.
His mother, Tiamat Ouroboros, was known throughout countless worlds as the Chaos-Karma Dragon, an existence who wielded immense authority over the Laws of Chaos and Karma.
His grandmother, Ophis Ouroboros, held an even more exalted title:
The Dragon Goddess of Infinity.
Among all cultivators, immortals, and divine beings, only those who had stepped into the realm of Divine Immortals were deemed worthy of being addressed as Gods or Goddesses.
It was a title that represented absolute supremacy.
A title that stood above emperors, saints, sovereigns, and every other existence beneath the heavens.
As Zephyr was lost in thought, a familiar presence entered the room.
The space near the doorway rippled silently.
A moment later, Ophis appeared.
Her obsidian eyes gleamed with amusement as they settled upon the young dragon. She wore an tight black dress that perfectly complemented her flawless figure, its dark fabric flowing like liquid night around her body. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, blending seamlessly with the shadows that seemed to naturally gather around her.
For a moment, she simply stood there, watching mother and son.
A soft warmth flickered within her ancient eyes.
Then, with a graceful smile, the Dragon Goddess crossed the room and joined them on the massive bed, her presence causing the very laws of reality to hum softly in reverence.
"Already spoiling him, Tia?" Ophis teased, though her own hands were already reaching for him. She took his other hand, bringing it to her lips and kissing his palm, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin.
"He deserves to be spoiled," Tiamat replied, her fingers now tracing circles around his navel. "Our little prince should want for nothing."
"Good morning, Grandma."
Zephyr giggled, his tiny legs kicking as he enjoyed their attention. He reached for them, his small hands grasping at her robes, pulling her closer.
Only he has the privilege of touching and doing many things with her and which she accepts with open arms.
Ophis chuckled, her free hand sliding down his back to cup his bottom. "Such an eager boy." She leaned in, her lips hovering just above his. "Do you like when we touch you like this?"
He nodded vigorously, his cheeks flushing. His heart raced as they continued their ministrations, their hands exploring every inch of him with a familiarity that both thrilled and embarrassed him.
Tiamat's lips found his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "You're growing so fast, my love. Soon you'll be big enough to return all this affection properly."
Ophis laughed, her fingers dancing along his spine. "And what will you do then, little one? Will you kiss us back? Will you touch us like we touch you?"
He buried his face in Tiamat's Tits, his body trembling nervously. Their teasing was relentless, but beneath it, he could feel their genuine affection—a love so intense it sometimes overwhelmed him.
They spent the rest of the morning like that, touching and teasing, their laughter filling the room. And though he was still just a baby, he knew he was the luckiest child in the world, cherished by two goddesses who adored him beyond measure.
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Sometime later, after a healthy breakfast—which still consisted of his mother Tiamat's delicious milk, drunk directly from the source, leaving Tiamat with a flush on her face and glassy eyes—he also had some fruits and meat that were all the more delicious and appealing to his taste buds.