The Snowfield Tyrant
The blood of dragons contains immense power. Beasts that come into contact with it undergo a transformation, their bodies twisting into draconic forms with similar traits. This phenomenon is known as Dragonization, and all such mutated beasts are collectively called sub-dragons. Sub-dragons inherit a dragon’s insatiable appetite and overwhelming reproductive urges. In the northwestern mountain range, where every beast except sub-dragons has already gone extinct, they survive through endless cannibalism and incestuous breeding. When their numbers swell beyond what the territory can sustain, the excess are driven out and swarm into the Grand Duke’s lands in search of food. There comes a point when their assaults grow too fierce for the border guards to handle alone. That is when the Grand Duke herself leads her knights into battle.
— Grrrrrr!
— Krrraaaw!
— Kiiieeeeeeek!
The snowfield was completely covered in sub-dragons. Wolves, lions, bears, elephants—every kind of beast had been forcibly stretched into long, serpentine shapes, their bodies now clad in reptilian scales. Amid the carnage, Lua stood elegantly atop the white snow with her eyes closed.
When the encircling sub-dragons drew within three meters, she raised one arm horizontally. In her hand rested a jet-black sword adorned with crimson jewels.
Kwaaaaaaaaang—!
The moment Lua vanished, the snow piled on the ground erupted like an explosion. Hundreds of sub-dragons were sliced apart without even a death cry. Red blood and white snowflakes mingled, becoming pink petals that danced across the entire battlefield.
Kwa-kwa-kwang! Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwang! Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwang!
With every step the Tyrant of the Snowfield took, a storm of petals bloomed. In just a few strides, the sub-dragons’ offensive crumbled completely.
“Haa… haa…!”
A woman drenched in blood looked around, breathing raggedly. The tremendous heat rising from her body melted the falling snow before it could even touch her.
“Your Highness. You have done enough. It is time to withdraw.”
Ruben, commander of the White Rose Knights, approached and spoke. No one else stood near Lua. Anyone without his level of skill would have been suicidal to approach her in the middle of combat.
“Not yet. There are still more of them watching from behind.”
“Your Highness, I fear you will collapse at this rate. Why do you push yourself so hard?”
Why? Because these damn mongrels are keeping me from going to fuck my brother!
For four days straight, Lua had been slaughtering sub-dragons without proper rest. An unprecedented number of the creatures had swarmed this time. Originally, she had planned to return to the base between battles to relieve her lust inside Sia every night. But with the offensive this intense, that had become impossible.
“If I leave now, the defense line will collapse. There will be massive casualties.”
“That may be true, but if anything happens to Your Highness’s body, the loss to the Grand Duchy would be far greater.”
“I’m fine.”
It wasn’t bravado—Lua truly wasn’t exhausted or injured. But in another sense, both her body and mind had reached their limit. Her massive, throbbing erection felt like it would burst through her concealment at any moment. Even now, the urge to pull out her enormous cock and roughly stroke it consumed her thoughts. The only reason she could endure was because she kept expending energy slaughtering sub-dragons.
Relying on the cold of the snowfield, Lua tried to cool her heated mind.
Something’s wrong. No matter how many sub-dragons there are, they’ve never swarmed like this before.
She turned her head toward the south. Beyond the hazy snow mist, Rina and her son Dino would be holding the line there.
“How is the situation on the other side?”
“Far more sub-dragons have gathered here. They are pushing back the southern front relatively easily.”
“The fact that the assault is concentrated only on this side is suspicious. I’ll go check on them. Hold this position with the White Rose for a while.”
“Understood.”
Lua turned to leave but paused.
“Any news from the base village about my brother? He hasn’t suddenly fallen ill or anything, has he?”
“Ah, he should be fine. I hear he is distributing supplies to the refugees with Lady Mina.”
“With Mina…”
The thought of that big wolf-like girl taking her bitch—no, her brother—kept nagging at her. Even though she knew it was just her own paranoia.
“Now that I think about it, the refugees have started calling Lord Sia the Saintess.”
“…What?”
“They must have mistaken him for the real Saintess. Well, even if not, someone that beautiful handing out supplies so kindly certainly deserves the title…”
The knight commander belatedly noticed Lua’s gaze. It was even more murderous than when she had been massacring sub-dragons moments ago.
“Y-Your Highness, if I have offended in some way…”
“…It’s nothing. I was simply worried because someone in poor health is wandering around. Please convey that he should stay indoors as much as possible. No—tell him not to step outside at all.”
“Ah, yes…”
How dare they treat my female like some kind of public property…
Lua seriously considered abolishing the refugee policy she had established. And once she returned, she vowed to thoroughly corrupt that fake saintess.
“Mother! Look at this! I’ve never seen a sub-dragon this big before!”
Dino, soaked in blood, thudded down something larger than his own body. It was the head of a freshly hunted sub-dragon.
Rina rushed to her son and hugged him with pride.
“O~hoho! Well done! As expected of my son!”
“Even Her Highness couldn’t have brought back a head this large at my age, right?”
“…O~hoho! Of course not! That’s why Dino is more qualified than anyone to be the next Grand Duke!”
It was true that Lua had never brought back a larger head. After all, anything her sword passed through was shredded into tiny pieces; no head could possibly remain intact.
“Wife. It would be best if we withdrew now.”
Belato, the deputy commander of the defense force and Rina’s husband, approached with the suggestion.
Rina frowned, clearly displeased.
“Haa? What’s the matter?”
“His Highness the Grand Duke is heading this way. We should fall back briefly and reorganize our lines.”
“What are you saying? Then we need to let Dino kill even more sub-dragons. Once Lua arrives, not a single one will be left.”
“Dino is still young. He cannot fight like Her Highness. He needs rest.”
“Haa—? Belato, you may not understand because you’re only an upper elf, but our Dino is a Grand Elf who carries the Tanalif bloodline. A little continuous combat like this is nothing. Isn’t that right, Dino?”
“Yes! Father! I can still fight!”
Dino declared boldly, showing no signs of fatigue. Rina whispered into Belato’s ear.
“In an unusual situation like this, we must let our Dino shine even more to solidify his position. Only then can he claim the seat of the next Grand Duke.”
“Even without going this far, the position of next Grand Duke is already Dino’s, isn’t it?”
“What if Lua suddenly changes her mind and has a child! Even a one-year-old infant would outrank Dino in the line of succession. Dino’s position must be rock-solid so that he can still win in such a competition.”
“…I only want Dino to return home safely.”
“You don’t understand because you’re not a Grand Elf, Belato. How great a humiliation it is to be pushed out of the line for the Grand Duke’s seat. I will reclaim what my father lost and give it to my child—”
Kugugugugung……!
The sudden tremor cut Rina off. When she turned toward the source of the vibration, what she saw was—
“Uwaaaaaaaaagh!”
“Retreat! Run!”
“Deputy Commander! Save us!”
Soldiers turning into bloody chunks in an instant, and a massive maw rushing straight toward her son.
“Thank you, Saintess.”
“I-I’m not the Saintess, I’m Sia. Sia Tanalif…”
The refugee who received supplies from Sia bowed repeatedly as he backed away. It seemed the people really had mistaken Sia for a saintess.
Sia felt extremely uncomfortable being called that. The real Saintess was indeed from the Tanalif family, but she was an incomparably wonderful person. It felt like Sia was tarnishing her name, and the guilt weighed on him.
“Aigoo, Saintess.”
“I-I’m not the Saintess…”
Sia held out a box of supplies to an elderly refugee. The old man reached out as if to take it, but instead began stroking Sia’s soft hand.
“Thank you, thank you! I’ve always wanted to meet the Saintess just once!”
“I-I’m really not the Saintess…”
The old man kept happily touching Sia’s hand, showing no intention of leaving. Dimaria, who had been watching, moved to intervene—only to have someone grab her shoulder from behind.
“…Lady Mina?”
“I’ll handle this. Please take Brother Sia inside and let him rest.”
Mina strode forward with long steps and seized the old man’s wrist. Though she hadn’t gripped him that hard, the tremendous strength made him scream.
“Kyaaaaaaaagh!”
“There are people waiting in line behind you. If you’ve received your supplies, clear the way.”
“M-Mina! Y-You’ll hurt him…!”
“Lord Sia. Let’s go inside now.”
“Uh…?”
While Mina took over the situation, Dimaria pulled Sia into the tent. She gripped his shoulders with both hands, turned him to face her, and spoke firmly.
“Lord Sia. You must not stay silent in moments like that.”
“Huh?”
“When someone touches your body without permission. You must actively refuse.”
“W-Why…? When handing out items, it’s natural for hands to touch a little, isn’t it?”
“……”
Is it because he used to be male? He’s surprisingly insensitive about these things.
“It seems we will need to properly teach you etiquette.”
“Hweh? D-Did I do something wrong…?”
“Yes. If Lady Lua finds out, she certainly won’t stay quiet. I will bring Lady Angelica, so please wait a moment.”
With those words, Dimaria left the tent, leaving Sia alone.
Left by himself, Sia naturally began thinking of his little sister.
Lua… You’re so late… It must have really piled up by now…
The little sister who had warned him every night to prepare himself had been unable to withdraw from the battlefield for several days. Still, the lack of any alarming reports suggested that no accident caused by uncontrollable lust had occurred. What worried him slightly was that the longer she went without relief, the rougher Lua would be with his body when she finally returned.
How will she use me next time…? My mouth? My ass? My feet? My armpits?
Imagining himself being miserably trampled and violated by Lua made his body begin to heat up.
“Uht…♡”
Hearts floated in Sia’s eyes. His hand moved on its own, slipping under his skirt toward the tingling space between his legs. Concentrating on the sounds outside in case anyone entered the tent, he began rubbing his clit over his clothes.
“Hah…♡ T-This is just a physiological reaction… I can’t help it…♡”
He didn’t burn with lust every day like Lua, but Sia’s body had already learned the pleasure of a female. Once it grew hot, it wouldn’t calm down without at least one climax.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
“Ooooh…♡”
The addictive sensation made Sia’s fingers move faster and faster. His underwear grew lewdly soaked with his juices.
“Hah… haa…♡ L-Lua, y-you have to come back soon…♡ Ooooh♡”