The Red Dragon and the Dragon Rider — The Pregnancy Pouch
As dawn broke, Sylvia quietly opened her eyes.
She sat up groggily, rubbing her face with her hands and forcing her eyelids apart. "Nngh. Ah... you were too rough with me again yesterday. I thought this place was going to tear right open."
Muttering to herself, Sylvia ran a hand over her pussy with every touch.
Two nights had passed since she had become a rock orc's pregnancy pouch.
If her first night had been spent as Bargut's pouch, then yesterday she had tasted the cocks and cum of the other rock orcs.
They couldn't compare to the colossal cock of a High Orc like Bargut, but the ordinary rock orcs' cocks were nothing to sneeze at either—and above all, there were so many of them that it had been an exhausting affair.
Of course, that was exactly what had made it feel so good—and more importantly, she had been able to hear about the strange phenomenon currently unfolding in the Red Fang Mountains.
The strange occurrences had begun a few months ago.
At some point, monsters had started disappearing, and at the same time, grotesque creatures had appeared and begun attacking them.
The rock orcs called those creatures the Bone Crunchers.
If a rock orc—proud and fiercely territorial by nature—would curl its tail and flee, that meant the thing was formidably strong indeed.
And there was one more thing, hinted at above: the disappearances weren't merely monsters dying or vanishing through bad luck. They were being abducted by someone.
The one who told her this story was Bargut himself.
Bargut had been the very victim of that abduction.
According to his account, he had stepped away from the pack to relieve himself, and when he came to, he found himself waking up in a space he had never seen before.
All around him were glass tubes filled with slumbering, incomprehensible lifeforms—and he had been one of them.
"Someone kept jabbing me with something sharp. And then, just like now, my body grew bigger. My cock and balls grew too."
If what he said was true, then someone had artificially evolved him into a High Orc.
"...No matter how I think about it, the only being capable of that is—"
"A dragon."
Sylvia voiced her suspicion, and Seraphina nodded in agreement.
A dragon stood behind this strange phenomenon.
"Let's head back to the knights first."
"Right. That's probably for the best. If we linger here any longer, they'll start to worry..."
They had gathered all the information they needed, so it was time to return to the knights who were waiting for them.
It was a shame to part with that colossal cock, but what could she do?
Before she was a pervert, she was the commander of the Bahamut Knights of the Tiranus Empire.
No matter how deeply she surrendered to pleasure, she had no intention of giving up that honor.
She was just slowly unclasping the collar from around her neck and preparing to return when—
"Attack!"
"Rescue the Commander!!"
A sudden assault erupted.
The attackers were none other than the knights of the Bahamut Knights themselves.
"Rescue the Commander!!!"
Bargan's eyes blazed as he swung his greatsword. The blade, heavy with his overwhelming strength, sheared through a rock orc's waist, and the creature died spilling blood and entrails.
"It's an attack! Orkkk!!"
"Kill them all!!!"
In an instant the two groups collided, and a bloody battle broke out.
The Bahamut Knights assaulting the rock orcs, and the rock orcs being assaulted by the knights.
Blood and flesh sprayed as chaos unfolded—but of everyone present, the most confused person there was, without question, Sylvia herself.
"D-damn it! Why didn't I sense them until they were right on top of us? No, no! They've seen me held captive by rock orcs! They're definitely going to question my virtue!!"
Never had she imagined she'd be caught naked and in the clutches of rock orcs by her own knights.
At that moment, Seraphina moved swiftly, pulling armor out of her subspace magic and handing it over. "The aphrodisiac mixed into the rock orcs' semen has probably dulled your senses. Still, the knights don't know yet what was done to you. Just explain that it was an act for gathering intelligence."
"O-okay."
After first pressing her lips to Seraphina's, Sylvia was on the verge of putting on the armor she'd been handed when—
"Commander! Are you all right?! You're not injured anywhere?!"
Bargan, who had just cut a rock orc in half at the waist, came bounding over and shouted.
"I-I'm not dressed yet! Eyes away!"
"F-forgive me!!"
At Sylvia's sharp rebuke, Bargan hastily turned his head.
But in that fleeting instant, Bargan noticed something familiar on Sylvia's naked body.
A mole—on the very private spot on the inner thigh of Cassy, the prostitute who had joined the expedition and bore an uncanny resemblance to Sylvia.
And yet there it was, that same mole, between Sylvia's own legs.
...No. That's impossible. I'm imagining things.
Bargan shook his head from side to side, driving the thought from his mind.
"It appears the rock orc chieftain has fled."
"That one—I think he wasn't an ordinary rock orc but a High Orc. Tch. We let the most dangerous one slip away."
Fortunately(?) Bargut managed to escape without falling to the Bahamut Knights.
Once the area was cleared, the knights, Sylvia, and Seraphina exchanged accounts of what had happened on their respective ends.
First, Sylvia explained that the reason she had been held captive by the rock orcs was simply that she had infiltrated them to gather intelligence.
Her explanation was convoluted, yet at the same time, they couldn't afford not to believe it.
After all, it was hard to swallow the idea that a Sword Master, commander of a knightly order that was a pillar of the empire—and the Red Dragon bound to her by a soul contract—had been captured and violated by mere rock orcs.
She then shared the intelligence gathered on-site with Bargan.
If it came out that there might be a dragon in the mountains besides Seraphina, it could cause confusion, so she kept that part to herself for the time being.
"We stumbled upon this place by chance. After the Commander went missing, we couldn't just sit idle, so we were scouting the surrounding area when we found some strange tracks."
"Tracks?"
"Yes. Not orc, not sandworm—how should I put it. Tracks unlike anything we'd ever seen. We wondered if they might be connected to the strange happenings around here, and following them led us here. Then we spotted you and Lady Seraphina being held captive, and we charged in."
"Tracks of a monster we've never seen before. So this Bone Cruncher came as far as the stronghold and then here? Hmm?"
As she listened to Bargan's report, a crease formed between Sylvia's lovely brows.
"Wait! Then who's at the stronghold right now?! The stronghold is in danger!"
"There are still knights stationed there. You needn't worry—"
"The Bone Crunchers can take on trolls and ogres, remember?! Let's move, now!!!"
In the Red Fang Mountains, trolls and ogres were the apex predators.
Even a knight of the Bahamut Knights could be in genuine danger.
At the news that part of their force had been left in such a dangerous place, they hastily climbed onto Seraphina's back and flew toward the temporary stronghold.
Bargan, too, gathered the bewildered knights and rushed to the scene.
And what greeted them there was a stronghold in ruins.
As though a natural disaster had swept through, the ground was gouged open and the tents were burning.
"Damn it! Seraphina! See to the wounded first!!"
"On it!"
Seraphina swept her hand through the air and cast her magic. A radiant light scattered in all directions, and the wounds of knights on the verge of drawing their last breath began to heal.
"This spell only buys them time! They need proper treatment, so gather everyone in one place!!"
The knights who arrived belatedly helped Seraphina and Sylvia tend to the wounded.
Thanks to their quick response, no lives were lost.
Sylvia finally let out a sigh of relief and looked around to assess the situation—and in that instant, she noticed something off.
Someone was missing.
"...Anna. Where's Anna?"
Anna, who had come with them from the Velvet Rose brothel, was nowhere to be seen.
Sylvia approached the two remaining prostitutes—setting aside Cassy and Ruby, whom Seraphina controlled—and asked them. The two women, thanks to the knights' help, had done little more than get a fright and were not seriously hurt.
She calmed them down as they stumbled about in confusion and asked after Anna's whereabouts.
"W-well, this weird-looking beast suddenly came charging in."
"It had multiple arms and legs sticking out of it, and a mouth—such a horrifying monster!"
"The monster tore through the tents in a heartbeat and attacked the knights. And then..."
The prostitute swallowed hard before continuing.
"That's when it appeared, behind the monster."
"It?"
"A demon! With big black wings!"
"A demon, you say?"
"Yes! It was definitely a demon! The monster attacking the knights was that demon's underling too! It bowed its head to the demon and wagged its tail, fawning. And then the demon looked at Anna, muttered something about a fine specimen, and carried her off!"
Hearing the prostitute's testimony, Sylvia and Seraphina exchanged a look.
A dragon.
"It seems a dragon has taken Anna. Is there anything we can do? Seraphina? We brought her with us, so we're responsible for her."
"Haa. Does it really have to come to this? I'm a dragon myself, but dealing with another dragon is a colossal pain. It might honestly be better to just look the other way and move on."
"Absolutely, absolutely not. Seraphina. We have to bring Anna back."
Sylvia said it in a resolute voice.
Seraphina, who had known full well Sylvia would react this way, flashed a grin and said, "Fine. I figured you'd say that. Let's go find out, then—which dragon dared to steal our friend."