Inside the pitch-black and cold mine, the air was thick with the briny scent of rocks and the waves of high heat emanating from the Ferro-Dragon.
Under the dim light, the young dragon’s massive body, which looked as if it were cast from black gold, stood upon the straw like a Dragon God statue atop an altar.
The dark red vertical pupils looked down at the Dark Elf woman who had once ruled this land.
The Ferro-Dragon’s deep declaration, accompanied by the sound of grinding metal, echoed through the empty stone hall.
“You… you insolent beast…!”
Olga’s hand, which had been propped on the stone platform, suddenly went weak, her slender fingers digging deep into the rough crevices.
Her wheat-colored skin flushed with an unnatural redness under the heat of the dragon’s breath, and her amber eyes lost focus from the extreme shock.
She was panting—a breath that mixed humiliation, fear, and another unnamable throb.
Her full chest rose and fell violently beneath her tattered dress.
“My body… my body was bestowed directly by God, derived from the brain matter of the Great Father God… I cannot, I cannot…”
“If I really do that, I won’t even have the value to live…!”
Olga’s voice trembled violently.
She looked up at the Ferro-Dragon before her, the pride that once belonged to a Queen crumbling bit by bit in her eyes.
When she heard the blunt and arrogant demand to “offer up her body,” anger and shame almost made her want to use magic to end her own life.
However, the heavy dragon pressure enveloping the entire cave was like a million-pound boulder pressing down on her, ultimately preventing her from taking any action.
Besides the dragon pressure, what restricted her more was her own conflicted heart.
Indeed, as a pure-blooded Dark Elf, she would not die from blades, disease, fire, or water, nor could she be poisoned.
She could use magic to erase her own soul and leave this filthy, wretched place.
However, she was unwilling.
She was unwilling to accept the powerlessness of not being able to take revenge on the humans—the humans of the Black Dog Mercenary Group and the Seven Shields Alliance—who had stripped her of the most precious thing in a Dark Elf’s life: the right to breed the next generation of Dark Elves.
She wanted revenge; she needed revenge.
And before her was this dragon with incredible abilities.
Just after being born, it had killed several battle-hardened Black Dog mercenaries and then flown the two elves to this mine far away from the Black City.
In just three days, it had grown from the size of a small dog to its current length of three meters and height of two meters.
Most importantly, despite being a magical beast, it could speak human tongue, possessed intelligence, and had promised her—a Dark Elf—the establishment of a massive interdimensional empire and revenge against the Black Dog Mercenary Group.
With powerful strength combined with grand ambition,
Olga didn’t need any prophecy magic to see the great feats this dragon would achieve in the future.
But could it really be so?
Hundreds of years ago, she had never expected that humans would one day actually be able to conquer her city.
[Should I? Really, here…]
Just as Olga’s will was teetering on the edge of despair, the sound of armor rubbing together broke the suffocating deadlock.
Chloe took a large step forward, shielding her Queen.
“Please wait a moment.”
A cold and firm voice cut into the suffocating conversation.
Chloe stepped forward, her long legs encased in greaves moving with steady strength as she blocked the path between Olga and the young dragon.
The knight looked up, her red eyes staring directly into the dark red dragon eyes without flinching.
“Sir Dragon. Your power is unquestionable, and your intelligence surprises us.” Chloe’s hand left the hilt of her sword and instead moved to the buckles of her breastplate.
“However, the empire you describe is too far away for us right now.”
“Even for a contract, a deposit is needed to prove sincerity, rather than demanding Her Majesty the Queen’s most precious… bottom line at this very moment.”
She took a deep breath, her breastplate rising and falling slightly with her breathing.
“But we are currently living under your roof and indeed require your protection.”
“If you require a woman’s devotion, a sacrifice to prove our obedience…”
Chloe’s fingers skillfully popped the latches of her pauldrons.
With a crisp metallic clatter, the heavy pauldrons slid off and hit the rocky floor with a ‘thud’.
“I, Chloe, Queen Olga’s personal knight. I possess the bloodline of the Dark Elves. Although it is mixed with the blood of filthy humans, it is resilient enough.”
She continued to undo the straps of her breastplate with efficient movements, showing no hesitation, as if she were not offering her body but preparing for a battle.
“I am willing to take my Queen’s place as the deposit for this deal.”
“If your dream of being the ‘Steel Dragon Emperor’ can truly be realized, and if your’seed’ truly possesses such power… then let it be verified in my body first.”
She removed the heavy breastplate with both hands and placed it at her feet.
Beneath it was a tight-fitting black leather lining, outlining the lines of her well-trained abdominal muscles and the contours of her full chest.
Sweat soaked the fabric, clinging to her warm skin.
Olga suddenly looked up, a flash of shock in her eyes: “Chloe, you…”
“Your Majesty, please do not stop me.” Chloe did not look back, only beginning to undo the buckle on her belt.
“This is the most efficient solution. It can satisfy this dragon’s needs while buying you time to observe.” Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
“If it is just blustering, or simply a 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 before her, her gaze filled with a calm readiness to die.
“What do you think? Future… Lord Steel Dragon Emperor.”
The massive dark-iron-colored head lowered slightly, the dark red vertical pupils reflecting the figure of the female knight disarming herself.
The hot air snorting from his nostrils blew against Chloe’s exposed collarbones.
“I respect… your loyalty.”
The raspy dragon tongue echoed in the mine.
“Very well… Knight… I accept… your… loyalty.”
“You Kobold over there… get out… I accept your tribe. You are my slaves from now on…”
“Now, get out…!”
“Ga… Gah?!”
The dragon-blooded Kobold was the first to react.
Its eyes, already bloodshot from over-excitement, nearly popped out of their sockets.
Hearing that it and its tribe were accepted by such a future great “Steel Dragon Emperor,” and even bestowed with the title of “slave”—which seemed incredibly glorious to it—the lowly creature was moved to tears and snot.
“Thank… thank you, Master! Thank you, Lord Steel Dragon Emperor!”
It slammed its forehead against the ground repeatedly, making dull thumping sounds.
Then, as if afraid of disturbing its master’s mood, it messily wiped the snot and tears from its face while crawling backward toward the cave entrance.
Its short tail wagged frantically behind it, and it kept muttering crazy things like “laying eggs… army… glory.” In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the depths of the dark, winding mine tunnel, leaving behind only a trail of hurried and lowly footsteps.
With the departure of the extraneous creatures, the atmosphere inside the mine instantly became thick.
The young dragon pulled back his forward-leaning body, his thick tail sweeping away the loose stones on the ground to clear a flat area.
Then he turned and lay down on the pile of straw.
It wasn’t just the posture of a beast, but more like a monarch on a throne waiting for an offering to be presented.
Chloe bit her lip, her fingers reaching for the collar of her lining.
*Rip—*
The sound of fabric rubbing was exceptionally clear in the silent mine.
She shed her upper garments, revealing honey-colored skin that had not seen the sun for years due to wearing full-body armor.
It was the body of a warrior, with several shallow scars on the shoulders and back—medals of honor.
But in the dim firelight, these imperfections instead added a sense of wild beauty.
She did not cover herself like an ordinary woman.
Instead, she straightened her back and strode toward the black mountain composed of scales and muscle.
The wood in the brazier crackled, occasionally popping a spark or two, reflecting on Chloe’s exquisite face, which was marked with crystal tear stains.
The massive dragon head slowly approached the semi-naked knight.
The dragon’s breath carried a faint metallic sharpness and the warmth of sulfur.
The Ferro-Dragon looked down at the slightly trembling petite body before him.
In the dark red vertical pupils, there was no murky greed of a beast, but rather the solemnity of a superior inspecting a ritual vessel.
“No need… to be sad… Chloe.”
The raspy and magnetic voice echoed dully, every syllable like a heavy block of metal falling into a deep pool.
He extended a dragon claw covered in iron-colored scales, carefully retracting the sharp talons, and used only the rough texture of the finger pad to gently brush past the female knight’s moist eye corners.
“I… regard you… as a wife… not an object.” Every movement of the dragon head carried a pressure like that of a moving mountain.
“Our… union… will be blessed. My… blessing.”
Chloe suddenly turned her head away, letting the rough fingertip slide across her skin, leaving a shallow red mark.
She stubbornly bit her lower lip, her voice carrying an imperceptible tremor:
“Becoming… the wife of a magical beast… even a dragon. There is… nothing… to be happy about in such a thing.”
“This is just… a transaction.”
The young dragon let out a deep, muffled chuckle like the sound of a bellows.
The vibration of his massive chest caused the ground to tremble slightly.
“If… I become the Steel Dragon Emperor. You… will be… the first Dragon Queen.”
“You will… profit greatly.”
“Even if you were a god in the heavens…” Chloe suddenly turned her head back, her eyes flashing with a cold light like a sharp blade—the sharpness belonging to a Half-Elf swordsman, which was never extinguished even when naked. The source of this chapter is g.com.
“I, Chloe… will only ever be… Lord Olga’s knight. Nothing more.”
The Ferro-Dragon looked at those hostile yet incredibly pure red pupils and slightly lowered his massive head.
This was a form of appreciation tinged with danger.
“Very well…”
In that instant, the massive dragon head lunged forward.
It was no longer a game of words; the most primitive instinct had taken over.
The young dragon opened his massive maw filled with fangs, but did not close it.
From deep within that dark purple throat, a long, moist, and unusually slippery tongue slowly extended.
The tongue was not forked or barbed like that of an ordinary reptile.
Instead, it had a warm texture, its surface covered in a layer of magic-infused saliva.
Chloe’s pupils suddenly constricted.
She subconsciously wanted to retreat, only to find that her back was already against the barrier formed by the other dragon claw.
The long tongue nimbly coiled up, directly sealing the female knight’s lips that had intended to continue uttering stubborn words.
There was no metallic hardness; instead, there was a suffocating heat and slipperiness.
“Mmph…!”
Chloe’s eyes widened instantly.
She felt the tongue pry open her teeth with irresistible force, intruding into her mouth both brutally and gently.
It wasn’t just a physical touch; the draconic magic carried on the tip of the tongue spread rapidly through her mucous membranes, causing her body—which was kept tense from years of practicing sword skills—to instantly experience a numbing sensation as if struck by lightning.
A golden glint flashed in the dragon’s eyes.
He felt the warm, small tongue retreating in panic, then pursued and entangled it even more dominantly.
Saliva overflowed between their lips and teeth as they entangled, dripping down Chloe’s chin and onto her violently heaving chest with its large area of honey-colored skin.
Olga, standing to the side, stared fixedly at this scene, her fingers digging tightly into her palms.
Her heart was a tangle of anger from her subordinate being violated and a deeper sense of excitement at this primal act.
The shadows in the mine swayed violently with the movement of the massive body.
In the end, the Ferro-Dragon’s heavy body, covered in metallic scales, did not press down completely.
Instead, it supported itself with its forelimbs and hind legs, enveloping the petite female knight beneath it like a pitch-black steel cage.
Even so, the overwhelming masculine scent and high heat that rushed toward her still made Chloe feel suffocated.
Now, her naked back was pressed tightly against the rough cloth padding, and her legs were forced wide open between the Ferro-Dragon’s thick hind limbs.
Not only was it shameful, but she also felt a sense of dread as if she could be torn apart at any moment.
With a low dragon growl, a hideous and massive object sprang out from the gap in the scales beneath its belly.
It belonged to the dragon race, massive and far exceeding the limits of humanity.
“Ugh…!”
When that thing touched her precious parts, Chloe trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat instantly soaked the stray hairs on her forehead.
The premonition of being pierced by what felt like a red-hot iron rod shattered the last bit of her dignity as a warrior.
“Your Majesty… Your Majesty!”
With a clear sob in her voice, Chloe desperately turned her head.
Her red eyes, brimming with tears, stared fixedly at Olga, who was standing not far away, as if searching for her only emotional support.
“Please… please look at me! This isn’t… this isn’t submission… this is Chloe’s… loyalty to you! Please… witness my vow!”
Olga stood a few paces away, the firelight stretching her shadow long and distorted.
She watched the heroic knight who had stood before her countless times, now being pinned down by a monster like a lamb to the slaughter, legs wide open—the image was filled with immoral cruelty and vividness.
The Queen took a deep breath, forcing herself to maintain a cold majesty.
She raised her chin slightly; though the hand hidden in her sleeve was trembling violently, her voice remained clear:
“Granted.”
Olga’s amber eyes did not look away for a second, staring directly at the impending atrocity.
“I… will watch without missing a single moment. Your sacrifice will be remembered even by the Father God of the Dark Elves. Accept it, Chloe.”
Having received the command and permission, Chloe acted as if she had grabbed onto her last straw.
She stopped struggling and instead bit her lower lip hard—even tasting blood—as her hands gripped the straw beneath her, and she pushed her chest forward to meet her cruel fate.
The dragon’s dark red vertical pupils swept over the master and servant.
Its waist no longer hesitated, and with an irresistible monstrous force, it lunged forward.
Blood, symbolizing purity, slowly flowed down and seeped into the pile of straw.
“Roar—!!!”
He raised his hideous and majestic head toward the dome of the cave and toward this war-torn world, letting out his first roar of declaration as the Dragon Emperor:
“My name is—Balthazar!!!”