In the pitch-black, cold mine, the air was filled with the salty, fishy smell of rock and the waves of intense heat radiating from the Ferro-Dragon.
Under the dim light, the Young Dragon’s massive body, as if cast from black gold, stood upon the straw like a dragon deity statue erected on an altar.
His dark red slit pupils looked down at the Dark Elf woman below who had once ruled this land.
The Ferro-Dragon’s deep, metallic declaration echoed through the empty stone hall.
“You… you rude beast…!”
Olga’s hand, which had been resting on the stone platform, suddenly went limp, her slender fingers digging deep into the rough cracks.
Her wheat-colored skin flushed with an unnatural crimson under the heat of the dragon’s breath, and her amber eyes were dazed by extreme shock.
She was panting, a breath mixed with humiliation, fear, and another indescribable palpitation, her full breasts heaving violently under her torn dress.
“My body… my body was directly bestowed by the gods, derived from the brains of the great Father God… I cannot, I cannot…”
“If I really did that, even the value of my existence would…!”
Olga’s voice trembled violently.
She looked up at the Ferro-Dragon before her, the pride that once belonged to a queen in her eyes collapsing bit by bit.
When she heard the straightforward and barbaric demand to “offer up her body,” anger and shame almost made her want to use magic to end her life immediately, but the heavy dragon might enveloping the entire cave pressed down on her like a ten-thousand-jin boulder, ultimately leaving her unable to take any action.
Besides the dragon might, what restricted her even more was her own conflicted heart.
Admittedly, as a pure-blooded Dark Elf, she could not die from blades, disease, fire, or water, nor could she be poisoned, but she could use magic to erase her own soul and leave this dirty, filthy place.
However, she was unwilling.
She was unwilling, because after the most precious thing in a Dark Elf’s life—the qualification to breed the next generation of Dark Elves—had been stripped away, she was powerless to take revenge on the humans who had taken this qualification from her, the Black Dog Mercenary Group and the humans of the Seven Shields Alliance.
She wanted revenge, she needed revenge.
And before her, this dragon with incredible abilities had killed several battle-hardened Black Dogs mercenaries just after it was born, and then brought the two elves to this mine far from the City of Darkness.
It took only three days to grow from the size of a puppy to its current size of three meters long and two meters high.
Most importantly, as a magical beast, it could speak human language, possessed intelligence, and had promised her, a Dark Elf, to build a massive interdimensional empire and take revenge on the Black Dog Mercenary Group.
With strong power and great ambition, Olga did not need any prophecy magic to see the great achievements this dragon would create in the future.
But could it really be so?
Centuries ago, she had not expected that humans would one day actually be able to breach her city.
[Should I? Do I really have to do it here…]
Just as Olga’s will was teetering in despair, the sound of armor rubbing together broke the suffocating stalemate.
Chloe took a big step forward, blocking in front of her queen.
“Please wait.”
A cold and firm voice interrupted this suffocating conversation.
Chloe stepped forward, her long legs, wrapped in greaves, stepping steadily and powerfully, as she blocked the space between Olga and the Young Dragon.
The knight raised her head, her red pupils staring directly into those dark red dragon eyes, without the slightest flinching.
“Your Excellency, Dragon. Your power is unquestionable, and your wisdom surprises us.” Chloe’s hand left the hilt of her sword and moved to the buckles of her breastplate.
“However, the empire you depict is too far away for us right now.”
“Even a contract requires a deposit to prove sincerity, rather than demanding Her Majesty the Queen’s most precious… bottom line at this moment.”
She took a deep breath, her breastplate rising and falling slightly with her respiration.
“But we are currently under your roof and truly need your protection.”
“If you need a woman’s devotion, if you need a sacrifice to prove our submission…”
Chloe’s fingers deftly popped the buckles of her shoulder armor.
Accompanied by a crisp metallic clatter, the heavy shoulder armor slid off and hit the rocky ground with a “clang.”
“I, Chloe, the personal knight of Queen Olga. I possess the bloodline of the Dark Elves, and although it is mixed with the blood of dirty humans, it is strong enough.”
She continued to undo the straps of her breastplate, her movements clean and without hesitation, as if she were not offering up her own body, but rather conducting pre-battle preparations.
“I am willing to replace my Queen as the deposit for this transaction.”
“If your dream of becoming the ‘Dragon Emperor’ can truly be realized, and if your’seed’ truly possesses such power… then verify it on my body first.”
The heavy breastplate was removed by her hands and placed at her feet.
Beneath it was a tight black leather lining, outlining the abdominal muscle lines she had honed through years of training and the full contours of her breasts.
Olga suddenly raised her head, a flash of astonishment in her eyes: “Chloe, you…”
“Your Majesty, please do not stop me.” Chloe did not look back, merely starting to undo the buckle on her belt, “This is the most efficient plan. It can satisfy this dragon’s needs while also buying you time to observe.”
“If it is just bluffing, or if it is just a simple beast… sacrificing me alone is enough.”
“This is the best thing your knight can do for you right now.”
After speaking, she looked at the Young Dragon in front of her, her eyes filled with a calm acceptance of death.
“What is your intention? Future… Your Majesty, Dragon Emperor.”
The massive dark-iron-colored head lowered slightly, and the dark red slit pupils reflected the figure of the female knight disarming herself.
The hot air exhaled from his nostrils blew onto Chloe’s exposed collarbone.
“Respect… your loyalty.”
The hoarse dragon language echoed in the mine.
“Very good… knight… I accept… your… loyalty.”
“The Kobold over there… get out… I accept your tribe, you are my slaves from now on…”
“Get out now…!”
“Ga… Gaa?!”
The first to react was the Dragon-born Kobold.
Its eyeballs, already bloodshot from over-excitement, nearly popped out of their sockets.
Upon hearing that it and its tribe had been accepted by such a future great “Dragon Emperor,” and even bestowed with the title of “slave,” which it considered incomparably glorious, the lowly creature was moved to tears and snot.
“Tha… Thank you, Master! Thank you, Your Majesty, Dragon Emperor!”
It desperately slammed its forehead against the ground, making muffled thumping sounds, and then, as if afraid of disturbing its master’s pleasure, it scrambled backward toward the cave entrance while messily wiping the snot and tears from its face.
Its short tail wagged frantically behind it, and it muttered crazy words like “laying eggs… army… glory,” disappearing into the depths of the dark, winding mine tunnel in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only a series of hurried and humble footsteps.
As the miscellaneous creatures left, the atmosphere in the mine instantly became viscous.
The Young Dragon retracted his forward-leaning body, and his thick tail swept away the gravel on the ground, clearing a flat area.
Then he turned and lay down on the pile of straw; it was not just the posture of a beast, but more like a monarch on a throne waiting for the presentation of a tribute.
Chloe bit her lip, and her fingers reached toward the collar of her lining.
“Riiiip—”
The sound of fabric friction sounded exceptionally clear in the silent mine.
She stripped off her upper garments, revealing her honey-colored skin that had not seen sunlight for years due to wearing full-body armor.
That was the body of a warrior; her shoulders and back had several shallow scars, which were medals of honor, but under the dim firelight, these flaws instead added a kind of wild beauty.
She did not cover herself like an ordinary woman, but instead straightened her back and strode toward the black hill made of scales and muscle.
The crackling firewood in the brazier occasionally burst into a spark or two, illuminating Chloe’s exquisite face, which was streaked with crystalline tear stains.
The massive dragon head slowly leaned toward the half-naked knight, the dragon’s breath mixed with a faint metallic sharpness and the warmth of sulfur.
The Ferro-Dragon looked down at the petite, slightly trembling body in front of him.
In his dark red slit pupils, there was no murky greed of a beast, but rather a solemnity like a superior examining a ritual vessel.
“No need… to be sad… Chloe.”
The hoarse and magnetic voice echoed dully, each syllable like a heavy block of metal falling into a deep pool.
He extended a sharp claw covered in iron-colored scales, carefully retracting the sharp hooks, and used only the rough texture of his finger pads to gently wipe the wet corners of the female knight’s eyes.
“I… regard you… as a wife… not an object.” Every movement of the dragon head carried the oppressive feeling of a moving mountain.
“Our… union… will be blessed. My… blessing.”
Chloe turned her head away abruptly, letting the rough fingertips graze her skin, leaving a shallow red mark.
She bit her lower lip stubbornly, her voice carrying a trace of an imperceptible tremor:
“Becoming… a monster’s wife… even if it is a dragon. Such a thing… has nothing… to be happy about.”
“This is just… a transaction.”
The Young Dragon let out a low, muffled laugh, like the bellows of a forge, his massive chest vibrating, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
“If… I become the Dragon Emperor. You… will be… the first Dragon Queen.”
“You will… profit greatly.”
“Even if you were a god in the heavens…” Chloe turned her head back sharply, her eyes flashing with a cold light like a sharp blade.
It was the sharpness belonging to a half-elf swordsman, which had never been extinguished even while naked. Find the original chapter at g.com.
“I, Chloe… will only ever be… Lady Olga’s knight. Nothing more.”
The Ferro-Dragon looked at those red pupils, full of hostility yet incomparably pure, and lowered his massive head slightly.
It was a form of appreciation tinged with danger.
“Very good…”
At that very moment, the massive dragon head lunged forward.
It was no longer a game of words, but the most primitive instinct that occupied the space above.
The Young Dragon opened his massive mouth filled with fangs, but did not close it.
From the depths of that dark purple throat, a long, wet, yet extraordinarily slippery tongue slowly emerged.
The tongue did not have forks or barbs like a common reptile; instead, it presented a gentle texture, its surface covered with a layer of magical saliva.
Chloe’s pupils contracted suddenly.
She instinctively wanted to retreat, but found that her back was already pressed against a barrier formed by the dragon’s other claw.
The long tongue flexibly coiled up, directly sealing the female knight’s lips that had originally wanted to continue uttering stubborn words.
There was no metallic hardness; instead, it was replaced by a suffocating scorching heat and slipperiness.
“Mmm…!”
Chloe’s eyes widened instantly.
She felt that tongue prying open her teeth with irresistible force, intruding into her mouth both arrogantly and gently.
It was not just physical contact; the dragon magic carried on the tip of the tongue spread rapidly along her mucous membranes, causing her body, which had remained tense from years of sword training, to instantly experience a numb sensation like being struck by lightning.
A flash of golden light flickered in the dragon’s eyes.
He felt that warm, petite tongue retreating in panic, and then chased and entangled it even more domineeringly.
Saliva spilled out between their lips and teeth as they entangled, dripping down Chloe’s chin onto her chest, which was heaving violently and featured large areas of honey-colored skin.
Olga, standing to the side, stared fixedly at this scene, her fingers digging tightly into her palms, her heart intertwined with the anger caused by her subordinate being violated and a deeper, more profound excitement at this primitive act.
The shadows inside the mine swayed violently with the movement of the massive body.
Finally, the Ferro-Dragon’s heavy body covered in metallic scales did not press down completely, but instead used its forelimbs and hind legs as support, completely shrouding the petite female knight beneath him like a pitch-black steel cage.
Even so, the overwhelming masculine aura and high temperature still made Chloe feel suffocated.
Now, her bare back was pressed against the rough cloth mat, and her legs were forced wide open between the Ferro-Dragon’s thick hind limbs; not only was it shameful, but there was also a fear of being torn apart at any moment.
With a low dragon roar, a hideous and massive object sprang out from the gap in the scales under his belly.
That was something belonging to the dragon race, huge and far exceeding human limits.
“Mmm…!”
When that thing touched her precious parts, Chloe shuddered uncontrollably, cold sweat instantly soaking the stray hairs on her forehead.
The premonition of being pierced by a red-hot iron rod crushed the last bit of her reserve as a warrior.
“Your Majesty… Your Majesty!”
With a clear sobbing tone, Chloe desperately turned her head, her red eyes overflowing with tears staring fixedly at Olga, who was standing not far away, as if searching for her only spiritual pillar.
“Please… please look at me! This is not… this is not submission… this is Chloe’s… loyalty to you! Please… witness my vow!”
Olga stood a few steps away, the firelight stretching her shadow into a long, distorted shape.
She looked at the heroic knight who had shielded her countless times, now pinned beneath the monster like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, her legs spread wide; the scene was filled with an immoral cruelty and beauty.
The Queen took a deep breath, forcing herself to maintain a cold majesty.
She lifted her chin slightly; although her hands hidden in her sleeves were trembling violently, her voice remained clear:
“Granted.”
Olga’s amber eyes did not waver in the slightest, staring straight at the impending atrocity.
“I… will watch every single moment. Your sacrifice will be remembered, even by the Father God of the Dark Elves. Accept it, Chloe.”
Having received the order and permission, Chloe clung to it like a drowning person grasping at a straw; she stopped struggling, bit her lower lip until she tasted blood, gripped the straw beneath her, and thrust her chest forward to meet her cruel fate.
The pair of dark red reptilian pupils belonging to the dragon swept over the master and servant, and without hesitation, his waist thrust forward with an irresistible, monstrous strength.
Blood, the symbol of purity, flowed down slowly, seeping into the pile of straw.
“ROAR—!!!”
He raised his hideous and majestic head toward the cave ceiling, and toward this world filled with war, issuing his first roaring declaration as the Dragon Emperor:
“My name is—Balthazar!!!”