The Red Dragon and the Dragon Rider
Sylvia was dreaming.
In the dream, she was walking down a dark alleyway.
Ordinarily she insisted on modest, body-concealing clothes, workout gear, or heavy armor — yet what she wore now was so revealing that the real Sylvia could scarcely have imagined it.
In a word, it was the kind of outfit streetwalkers wore.
A miniskirt short enough to bare the underside of her ass, garter belts cutting across smooth, outstretched thighs, and a scrap of a tank top so skimpy her nipples nearly showed through.
W-what on earth is going on? Why am I dressed like this?
Panicked, Sylvia tried to move — but she could not so much as twitch a fingertip.
As if trapped inside someone else's body, she could control neither her limbs nor even her lips.
Regardless of her will, her body swayed its hips with languid allure as it strolled the alley, then approached two rough-looking thugs with a smile.
Like a whore who knew exactly how to hunt for clients.
"How do I look tonight?"
"…Gulp. Damn, you're something else, lady. But sorry to say—"
At Sylvia's soft, coquettish voice, one of the thugs swallowed hard.
For back-alley scum, the goal was simply to scrape by day to day. They would never have the coin to buy a whore for fun.
They would have loved nothing more than to jump her on the spot — but hyenas raised in these alleys knew the local rules too well.
A beauty of this caliber was bound to have some massive brothel or syndicate watching her back. Lay a hand on her without permission, and there would be nothing left of you to bury.
"Guys like us don't have the cash to keep a high-class whore like you."
At the thug's wary words, Sylvia smiled without a sound.
She curled her long, slender fingers into a loose ring, then pushed her red tongue suggestively through the gap and whispered,
"Then how about something light — just with my mouth? Special price. Ten gold."
"Ten gold? For real?"
"Yes. Just for tonight, I'll take care of both of you for ten gold."
At the outrageous offer, the thugs questioned their own ears.
A high-class whore of this level would normally charge at least thirty gold just for a handjob. And here she was offering to take them with her mouth for a mere ten — both of them at once? It was practically free.
"Hell yes, right now!"
The two thugs frantically dug through their pockets, shoved ten gold into her hand, and led Sylvia by the arm toward a deserted, lightless corner.
Once she had confirmed no one else was around, she sank to her knees in front of them with practiced ease.
Two pairs of grimy trousers filled her vision.
Wearing a sultry smile, she didn't even use her hands — she caught the waistbands in her teeth and began to tug them down.
With a soft rustle the pants slid free, and cocks swollen near to bursting sprang out.
Vagrants who haunted the back alleys were hardly in the habit of bathing every day. A sour, stale stench hit her nose hard enough to sting.
It was almost enough to make her think she was smelling a goblin's cock.
Wait — how would I even know what a goblin's cock smells like?
Sylvia felt a flicker of doubt, but it blurred and faded almost at once.
Because the reek that had been assaulting her nose was somehow turning into a sweet fragrance.
The more she breathed it in, the more her mouth watered, as if a delicious meal had been set before her.
Her lovely red lips parted and closed around a cock without hesitation.
A thick fishy tang and the salty taste of sweat flooded her mouth.
Sylvia wanted nothing more than to spit it out at once — but her body still refused to obey her will.
Even though this was clearly her first time giving a blowjob, her tongue and lips moved with the practiced skill of a snake starved for cum.
She circled the tip of the glans with the point of her tongue, licked upward, then pushed it deep into her throat.
The sudden pressure against her soft palate wrenched a gag from her, and tears sprang to her eyes.
"Ugh! S-see, expensive bitches really are on another level!"
The thug shuddered and groaned in admiration at her technique.
His balls twitched, on the verge of climax —
"Hee."
— and Sylvia abruptly pulled off and spat the cock free.
A long thread of clear spit and pre-cum stretched between the glistening shaft and her lips before snapping.
"Kh! I-I was right about to cum — why'd you stop?"
"It wouldn't be any fun if you finished already, would it? The longer you hold it, the better it feels."
The cock that had been throbbing on the edge of release drooled pre-cum in frustration, but Sylvia turned her head without a second glance, hunting for the other one.
The second thug, worked into a frenzy from watching his partner get sucked, had his cock bobbing as if begging for its turn.
Sylvia lightly stroked the stiff shaft with her hand, then brought her tongue lower.
When she dragged a long, slow lick over the two wrinkled balls, the thug trembled all over.
A raw, fishy taste traveled straight through the tip of her red tongue.
Cock smell and taste varied subtly from man to man. The first had been sour and stale enough to sting the nose; this one was heavy with sweat, the salt pricking her tongue.
She filled her mouth with his balls, rolled them around and sucked, then stretched her tongue out long and swept it from the base of the shaft all the way to the tip.
Her red tongue found the sensitive underside of the glans, then prodded the slit of his urethra.
The briny taste of pre-cum spread through her mouth.
She pursed her lips into a tight O and sucked the bead of fluid from the tip with a wet little sound.
At last the thug could take no more. Both hands clamped down on Sylvia's head.
Her small skull fit neatly between his palms.
He shoved his cock straight down her throat.
"Ghk! Ghhk—!"
The sudden assault on her soft palate wrenched gags and coughing from Sylvia.
The thug paid it no mind. Gripping her skull, he slammed his hips forward in rough, brutal strokes.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Even the most seasoned whore would have twisted under a sudden deep-throat like that.
And yet, even through the pain, Sylvia felt a hot surge welling up from deep in her belly.
Born the daughter of a ducal house and raised as a noble knight, Sylvia had never once known pleasure — had never even touched herself.
Beneath the heavy title of knight-commander, her essence had been pure innocence itself.
So the first time that strange, pounding heat bloomed low in her gut, it arrived as both bewilderment and an indescribable rush of pleasure and excitement.
Her pussy grew wet; slick soaked through her underwear.
"Shit — this bitch is getting off on getting her throat fucked? She walked in here on her own. A real whore after all!"
Women usually ended up in this trade for one of three reasons.
First: seized by bandits or slavers and forced into it. Once common, it was now little more than an old story from the frontier, now that law and order had stabilized.
Second: crushing debt. Nearly every whore fell into this category — a brutally practical choice, knocking on a brothel door to survive or pay what was owed.
And third, the rarest of all: women who could not contain their own ravenous lust, and walked into a brothel of their own free will.
Even the alley thugs had only ever heard of that kind in rumors. Not one of them had ever met one in the flesh.
Until a few minutes ago, that is.
"Goddamn it! You filthy slut! I'm cumming — swallow it!"
The thug ramming her throat lost control, hips thrashing hard, and began to pump cum from his balls.
Thick semen flooded her throat; what she couldn't swallow surged back up through her nose.
Choking, she tried desperately to turn her head — but the rough hand fisted in her hair would not allow it.
Cock in her mouth, cum in her nose — she could not breathe.
"Urghk! Cough! Ngh…!"
Only when her face had flushed dark and her consciousness began to blur did the man finally let go.
Sylvia collapsed weakly to the ground and retched up semen.
"Bwehk! Haaack!"
"Hey, I worked hard shooting all that — you're just gonna spit it out? What a waste."
"I-I'm sorry. I couldn't swallow all of your precious cum…"
She was the one who had been violated — and still Sylvia bowed her head and apologized to the rough thugs.
Without even wiping the white streaks from around her mouth, she pressed her forehead to the filthy ground and whispered, all sultry sweetness,
"As an apology… I'll offer you my pussy♡ Free of charge, of course♡"
The words were barely out before Sylvia began peeling off the scraps of clothing she still wore.
"…Hah— hahaha! Jackpot tonight!"
"No kidding! We're gonna fuck you until our balls are empty!"
The excited thugs yanked their pants the rest of the way off and tore at Sylvia's thin clothes with clumsy, greedy hands.
N-no! Let go of me — please!!
In her mind she was screaming, fighting with everything she had — but her body still would not listen.
Instead, Sylvia's body twisted its waist in a languid arc, presenting itself so they could strip her more easily.
At last, left without a single thread on her, she was shoved roughly down onto the ground.
And just as they lined up their hard, throbbing cocks to drive into her pussy—
"Haaah!!!"
Sylvia woke with a scream.
As if clawing free of a vicious nightmare, her whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
Even after waking, the stale, fishy feel of cum seemed to linger in her mouth. She bolted for the bathroom and heaved until even the bile came up.
Of course, it had only been a dream — so all that left her lips was sour stomach acid.
"What the hell kind of dream was that? I feel disgusting."
The thugs' cocks from the dream rose unbidden in Sylvia's mind. Even now she could almost taste and smell them, as if it had really happened.
Knowing full well there was nothing left in her mouth, she still brushed her teeth until everything felt clean.
"Whew. I had a pretty good time tonight!"
Just then the door opened, and Seraphina walked in.
The moment Sylvia saw her return, she understood exactly what she had dreamed.
Seraphina was wearing the same kind of whore's outfit Sylvia had been dressed in inside the dream!
That was it.
Tonight's dream had been Sylvia sharing the sensation of Seraphina getting used by thugs out in the city.
"Seraphina! What did you do to me?!"
"Do to you?"
"You used magic on me, didn't you?!"
"???"
Seraphina tilted her head as if she genuinely had no idea what was going on.
Realizing the dragon truly didn't know, Sylvia explained everything she had experienced.
Seraphina's mouth curved into a deep, satisfied smile.
"Good. So we've finally synchronized this far."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"You and I are bound by a soul contract. It means our souls have synchronized to the point that whatever I feel… you feel it too."
"…So this is going to keep happening?"
"Heh. It won't stop at just dreams."
"…What?"
"It means you're going to become a pervert just like me."
Seraphina's words hit her like a thunderclap.