Chapter 12. The Red Dragon and the Dragon Rider — The Communal Toilet
Red Fang Mountain Range.
A demon realm crawling with countless monsters, and as luck would have it, it bordered directly on the territory of the Tiranus Empire. The Empire had raised a massive wall along its frontier, and at regular intervals, knights were dispatched to cull the monsters and spare the land from harm.
When the prostitutes caught sight of the magnificent wall guarding the approaches to Red Fang, they gasped in awe—and then in horror. Awe at the sheer bulk and height of the thick, towering ramparts. Horror at the countless claw marks and tooth gouges carved into their surface, the legacy of every assault the wall had ever weathered.
"...C-coming on an expedition... that was a mistake, wasn't it?"
Anna stepped down from the carriage, her whole body trembling.
The soldiers garrisoned along the wall came out to welcome the Bahamut Knights. It was only natural—every sweep the knights made through the demon realm thinned the monster ranks, and fewer monsters meant fewer assaults on the wall. The Knights received an imperial welcome, and then they marched into Red Fang Mountain to begin the subjugation in earnest.
A barren range of bare rock, without a single tree in sight. A strange aura hung over the place, and a current of tension ran through the knights' ranks.
How long had it been since they began their ascent?
Even at the foothills—the very entrance to the range—the monsters came for them.
The first to react was, unsurprisingly, Seraphina.
"Sylvia. Something's coming. This is... it's orcs!"
"Rock orc ambush! Everyone, ready yourselves!"
At her cry, Sylvia drew her rapier and shouted.
Rock orcs. A species of orc native to the Red Fang range, they bore hide of a tawny brown rather than the green of their common kin—camouflage evolved to match the rocky mountainside, which was why they favored lurking in ambush, lobbing boulders and striking through traps. But the Tiranus Empire had faced them on countless expeditions, and preparations had long since been made.
"Orkk-krrkkkk! Prey! The hunt begins!"
"Orc! Orkk! It begins!!!"
The rock orcs revealed themselves and sent enormous boulders rolling and hurtling toward the knights' heads.
"Shields!!"
They had already studied the creatures' habits, and they brought out the equipment prepared for exactly this. Artifacts that deployed like umbrellas—a translucent shield bloomed over each knight's head in an instant, and the falling boulders shattered against them harmlessly.
"I'll take the lead! Follow me!"
Sylvia bellowed the order and hurled herself forward. She had pressed off the ground only once, yet she crossed the air as if flying, landing before a single rock orc.
Seureok!
Her rapier slid into the creature's throat with surgical cleanliness.
"Orc! Orkk-kkk!! Friend dead!! REVENGE!!!"
A rock orc, maddened by its companion's death, swung a massive cudgel at Sylvia—but it never reached her. No, the brute never even managed a proper swing. Before the cudgel moved, her rapier had flashed and sheared the arm clean off. As the severed limb tumbled across the ground and the orc drew breath to scream, she drove her blade straight into its open mouth.
"Gwehk!"
With a thoroughly unpleasant sound, the rock orc toppled backward.
Beginning with Sylvia, the knights of Bahamut fell upon the rock orcs in earnest. Though it was their first campaign, they were all veteran knights who had rolled through war in other corners of the Empire—cutting down a few orcs posed little difficulty.
Seraphina could have stepped in and erased the entire ambush in a heartbeat, but for the sake of the order's experience and growth, she chose to hold back for a while.
Apart from Sylvia, the most striking knight on the field was Vargan. He advanced swinging a greatsword the size of a man's torso in every direction at once, and each stroke cut the hard-muscled bodies of rock orcs cleanly in half, spilling their entrails across the stone.
Thus the ambush was repelled without much trouble—but not everyone was celebrating. Some were screaming for their lives.
The prostitutes, Anna foremost among them.
They had hidden themselves in the carriages, but the bellowing from outside, the clash of arms, the copper stench of blood—it was all far too much danger for women of the brothel.
"Kyaaak! Kyaaaaak!"
"We were never supposed to follow along out here!! I should have just stayed quietly at the brothel!!!"
Regret filled the air among the prostitutes—but what could they do? It was already far too late for regret.
Still, contrary to the women's fears, the knights repelled the rock orcs without incident, saw to the aftermath, and the column moved on.
And so a week passed.
Over those seven days, the expedition drove deeper and deeper into the range. What had looked at first like simple mountains of rock began to turn treacherous, then outright bizarre. In some places, vents spewed strange gases into the air; in others, holes of every size riddled the ground, making the terrain impassable for carriages. And it so happened that scorpions dwelled in those small holes, crawling up without warning to harass the knights at all hours.
Had it not been for Seraphina, they would have had to abandon the carriages and continue on foot.
Be that as it may—the campaign was grueling enough that the knights had no spare breath to enjoy the prostitutes' bodies.
"Phew. Vargan. How are the men doing?"
Sylvia had just lopped the head off a sandworm that came lunging up from beneath the earth, and she wiped the blood and gore from her rapier as she asked.
"They're finding their footing, Captain. From here on, I expect they'll have some room to breathe."
Fortunately, the knights adapted to the expedition quickly, and slack began to appear in their schedules.
Enough slack to enjoy a prostitute's body every night.
"R-right, that's... good."
Sylvia flushed faintly and nodded.
"I'm tired tonight. I'll rest in my tent."
"Yes, Captain. Will you be taking dinner?"
"...I'm fine tonight."
Before returning to her tent, Sylvia cast a casual glance around, taking stock of the knights' condition. Just as she expected, they were leading the prostitutes off one and two at a time toward secluded spots.
"Hoho. How about spending tonight with me?"
Then Seraphina—no, Ruby—appeared.
Ruby had clearly made up her mind tonight: she wore nothing but lingerie, her skin on shameless display through it. The prostitutes on this expedition had been handpicked from among volunteers, every one of them beautiful enough to draw gasps—but Ruby played in an entirely different league. If you ever laid eyes on a succubus you'd only ever heard rumors about, you imagined it would look something like this.
Red lace cradling her abundant yet springy breasts, pink nipples peeking through the weave, and below them the dramatic inward sweep of her waist and the flare of her hips—it was dizzying. Even her pussy was fully bared. Her crotch was split by open-crotch panties (of some kind), and she was already worked up, glistening nectar visibly dripping in fat beads from between her lips.
"...That whore went all out tonight, didn't she."
One of the knights clicked his tongue in admiration and approached her. He'd already shed his armor for the rest period, and his cock stood thick and fully erect in the open air.
"Ahem. Hey. Mind if I go first? I'm in something of a hurry."
"No. Wait your turn like everyone else."
A full week had passed without them getting a turn, and at the sight of Ruby, those knights swarmed forward in a fever, each insisting he'd be the first to mount her.
Ruby surveyed them with a languid, indulgent smile, then parted her crimson lips.
"Don't fight over it. I'll take care of all of you."
"...All of us?"
"Yes. After all, this place will be a beast's den soon enough."
The knights didn't understand what she meant.
No—they had no intention of understanding. Their heads were stuffed to bursting with nothing but the desire to fuck Ruby right this instant.
Ruby led the knights into her tent. She was already down to her lingerie; there was nothing to prepare. The moment she sat herself in the center of the tent and spread her legs with a shameless, seductive grace, the knights tore off their clothes and crowded around her. Three rock-hard, aching cocks loomed before her face.
"Sniff. Sniff-sniff."
No matter how thoroughly one packed for an expedition, there was no way to properly wash a body out in the field. The smell of a week's sweat stung the tip of her nose, and Ruby made a show of it—nostrils flaring wide, drinking it in with obscene relish.
She flicked her tongue out and tapped the tip of a glans, and precum began to well from its already-throbbing head. She dragged her tongue up the shaft in one long lick, gathered the dewy bead at its tip, and let it slide away into her mouth.
"Haaa."
When she stuck out her tongue and showed them that shameless sight, the knights' patience snapped. They began plunging their cocks roughly into her mouth, one after another—using her not like a woman, but like an onahole.
Her throat bulged and shrank in waves, tears streaming in long trails from the corners of her eyes, but her hands never faltered: she wrapped her fingers around the cocks of the other knights and stroked, teased, and caressed without slacking for an instant.
As she shuttled between the three cocks, sucking each in turn, the knights were soon on the edge—balls twitching, bodies tensing toward release. A week of pent-up seed made quick work of them; there was nothing to be done about that.
Ruby felt their climaxes rising—and then she showed them something astonishing. She read the swelling of the shafts, the tremble of the balls, the minute pulse of the veins along each cock, and by subtle adjustments of mouth and hand she brought all three to the brink in perfect synchronization, milking them toward a single shared instant.
"Kkuhk! Here it comes!"
"I'm cumming!"
"Uheok!"
Three cocks erupted at once, spewing white seed across her, and Ruby opened her waiting mouth and caught everything she could.
"Fufut. My dear knights. It's been a while since you came, hasn't it? Your seed is so thick... I might get pregnant just from drinking it."
She dragged the seed from her face with her fingers and carried it back into her mouth—and at the sight, the knights' cocks surged back to full erection, no willpower involved.
Now it was time to enjoy them properly.