Chapter 13. The Red Dragon and the Dragon Rider — Communal Toilet
Even though the knights had already climaxed once down her throat, watching Ruby writhe seductively was enough to bring their cocks back to throbbing fullness.
Ruby dropped to all fours and began swaying her hips.
Her pale, plump ass rolled left and right, and the knights' eyes followed every movement like men hypnotized.
At the sight of them looking so adorable, Ruby burst into a soft giggle.
"Stop just watching and fuck me already~ ♡♡"
She seized two handfuls of her own cheeks and spread herself wide apart.
Her pink pussy split open between her fingers.
It was a hole none of them had touched yet, but it was already drenched with her juices, flushed hot and glistening with arousal.
Gulp!
The knights swallowed hard, their throats bobbing.
"Damn it! I can't take this anymore! What a filthy little slut!!"
One of the knights couldn't hold back and lunged at her.
As he spread her legs apart, her pink pussy jiggled between the holes of her crotchless panties, opening and closing.
He thrust his cock straight into her, and her pussy immediately wrung around him, gripping and clinging to his shaft like it never wanted to let go.
It swallowed him down with wet, sucking pulls as if it were alive, and the knight shuddered from head to toe.
"Hngh! O-one wrong move and I'll blow my load on the spot!"
The knight stuck his tongue out and clenched hard, fighting to hold on.
The other two knights charged at her as well.
One settled himself at her mouth and pressed forward; she parted her lips naturally and took him in.
"Tch. Why am I the one left waiting?"
The last knight, the only one without a hole, clicked his tongue in frustration.
Just then, Ruby let out a sultry laugh and spoke.
"This one's ready for you too."
She said it while spreading her ass apart, a cock still buried inside her pussy.
The place Ruby meant was her asshole.
While sex through the ass was plenty enjoyable on its own, for a living creature there was an essential preparatory step involved — cleaning the hole out beforehand.
And yet Ruby had come on this grueling expedition with her ass already washed and prepared.
Impressed by her thoroughness — and further aroused by just how degenerate she was — the last knight pushed his cock into her asshole.
Shlk! Shlk!!
It was a hole made for excretion, but Ruby's had long since been fully trained, and she could feel pleasure through it as intensely as through her pussy.
Worse — with a cock hammering into her pussy at the same time, her guts were squeezed under the pressure, and that sweet ache only amplified the pleasure.
A scream laced with ecstasy threatened to burst out of her, but with a cock stuffed in her mouth she couldn't even sob properly.
Filled in all three holes, her whole body trembled under a pleasure like lightning crackling through every nerve.
Her eyes rolled back, drool and tears streaming down her face in rivulets.
"Haaugh! Haaugh! Haaugh!"
She would spit the cock out of her mouth to gasp for air, then take it right back in again.
The three knights amiably took turns biting, tasting, and enjoying all three of Ruby's holes.
Her sobbing, pleasure-soaked moans set the other knights — buried in the other prostitutes across the camp — on fire as well, and a night of unrestrained debauchery began.
Cassie, meanwhile, had claimed a knight of her own and was enjoying herself.
The knight pounded his cock into Cassie's pussy over and over while she crouched on all fours like a dog.
Perhaps it was Ruby's wailing that did it.
The knight showed no concern whatsoever for Cassie's stamina or whether he was hurting her.
He simply slammed into her pussy, rough and relentless.
Far from minding his merciless hips, Cassie grew more excited, her tongue lolling out.
"Gyaaah! M-my womb, it's getting crushed ♡♡"
"Shut up! You're a whore! Less talking!!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her pale, plump buttocks collided with the knight's hips, the sound of flesh on flesh ringing out like a man beating a sandbag.
He drilled into her without mercy, and he didn't last long before he came.
Every twitch of his balls pumped more white semen into the condom, which swelled up like a round, ripe fruit.
"Hnngh! Fucking bitch. This pussy milks you dry, I swear. I'm going again — go grab me another condom."
Unsatisfied with a single round, the knight went looking for a fresh condom.
But just then the tent flap opened, and a man sauntered inside.
It was Vargan.
"Hey. You've had your fun — wrap it up and get out there."
"V-Vice-Commander! Yes, sir! Right away!"
Startled by Vargan's arrival, the knight scrambled out of the tent.
"Hmm. Is everyone else's cock really that delicious?"
"Hoho. It's just my job, that's all."
Vargan narrowed his eyes and stared at her playfully.
Cassie knew full well that Vargan held a special affection for her, so she shot back with a laugh of her own.
Spreading her pale thighs to show him her pussy, already slick and glistening with her juices, Cassie beckoned him in.
"Vice-Commander Vargan. Is my pussy that tasty-looking?"
Cassie was imitating Sylvia, and Vargan fell for the seduction hook, line, and sinker, his cock already bouncing with anticipation.
But as he moved to bury himself inside her, Vargan noticed something naughty.
There, wedged between Cassie's thigh and her pussy, sat a single small mole.
An ordinary mole, but in so intimate a spot — and on a woman as lascivious as Cassie — it somehow looked far more obscene than any ordinary beauty mark.
Vargan and Cassie spent a thick, languorous while together, and as midnight wore on, the time came to ease up on the stress relief and get some sleep before tomorrow.
Vargan, knowing this better than anyone, bellowed at his men to finish up and get to bed already.
Just then, the tent flap opened, and Ruby emerged — the woman who had just serviced three knights at once.
Her legs had given out entirely, and she could only crawl out on trembling limbs.
Cassie rushed over to help her up.
But Ruby's cheeks were bulging, stuffed full with something, like a frog holding air in its throat.
"…What on earth do you have in your mouth?"
At Cassie's question, Ruby grinned as if she'd been waiting for exactly that, opened wide, and stuck out her tongue.
What came spilling out of her mouth was a bundle of condoms, every one of them swollen full of semen.
Plop! Plop! Plop-plop!
The used condoms tumbling from her lips numbered no fewer than twelve.
Which meant those three knights had each finished at least four times.
Watching Ruby spit condom after condom from her mouth, Cassie clucked her tongue at the sheer depravity of the woman — while the other knights silently swore to themselves that tomorrow, they would get their turn with Ruby.
The Red Fang Mountains.
Even within the region known as the Demon Wastes, this was its deepest heart.
And there, something writhed and stirred itself upright.
He — no, it — crawled out from a crevice in the rock and surveyed its surroundings.
Its form was so grotesque that one might question whether it could rightly be called a living creature at all.
It looked as if several beasts had been fused together into a single mass of flesh.
Bristles of entirely different kinds of fur stood in patches across its body, and mismatched arms and legs — none of them shaped alike — sprouted from its torso in profusion.
A long, wolf-like snout jutted from its face, the two nostrils above it flaring as it drank in the air.
The thing's eyes flashed — it had caught the scent of prey — and it bolted toward the smell.
The rocky terrain, barely passable for anything trying to stay upright, was nothing to it; it flowed across the stones on its many legs with practiced ease.
Its destination was the settlement where the rock orcs had gathered.
"Ork! It's coming!!!"
"ORKKRK!!! The Bone-Chewer! Everyone flee, ork!!!"
Rock orcs were famous for being belligerent creatures who never once fled from an enemy — yet at the thing's appearance they recoiled in terror and scattered like leaves in the wind.
The Bone-Chewer pursued the fleeing orcs and succeeded in hunting down several of them.
With a handful of its many hands it seized the rock orcs — each one a head taller than a grown man — gripping arms and legs alike in its grasp.
"L-let go of me!!! ORGRGR!!!"
The rock orc thrashed and swung its fists, fighting for its life, but the creature didn't so much as flinch.
Its elongated snout split open, top and bottom.
With a wet shrrk, rows of small, crooked teeth came into view — scattered across the jaws in no pattern at all — and between them hung a long, drooping red tongue.
The creature simply opened wide and swallowed the rock orc whole.
True to its name, the Bone-Chewer crunched through hide and skeleton alike in a single gulp, and blood and viscera poured down from the corners of its mouth.
It flicked its tongue, slurped up the spilled entrails, chewed them all down, and — apparently satisfied — slunk back to the crevice it had come from.
"Ork…. We can live here no longer! We must go elsewhere! That is the only way we survive!"
"True! We move, ork!!"
And so the rock orcs resolved to abandon their settlement and flee the Bone-Chewer, and they began to march.
It was not the rock orcs alone.
The goblins, known as the weakest of all monsters, of course — but also the sandworms that churned through the earth in search of prey, and even the ogres and trolls, the apex predators of the Red Fang Mountains.
Every one of them was on the move, abandoning their habitats.
This sudden mass migration of monsters became a massive, unforeseen variable for the Bahamut Knights on their expedition.
By the cruelest twist of fate, the direction the monsters were fleeing was straight toward the very place the Bahamut Knights had made their camp.
Well settled into expedition life by now, the knights were already idly thinking about wrapping up their first mission and heading home at their leisure.
Sylvia and Seraphina were of exactly the same mind.
It was roughly two months into the expedition when they finally noticed that something had changed.