# 002 Going to Rape Now
# 002 Going to Rape Now
I had to find a woman.
But looking for a woman like the high elf who had accepted me for eight hundred years was the same as searching for a talent who might appear once in a thousand years.
A woman who took two hundred years to find!
I hadn't lived with her for eight hundred years for nothing.
If among humans, beastmen, or even beings with decent lifespans like vampires there had been a woman prettier, more arousing, and better at pleasuring my cock than a high elf, I would have swapped women out long ago.
But I hadn't.
No matter how I looked across the world from inside my lair, no one surpassed my high elf.
Though she was dead now.
'Kidnap another high elf?'
Since the high elf was dead, I would fill the vacancy with another high elf.
A fine choice.
High elves were fewer in number than ordinary elves, just as the modifier 'high' implied, but if I visited every elf scattered across the world one by one, eventually one high elf to my liking would turn up.
I could get by with her for several hundred years.
Then, when the next high elf was born, I could kidnap her at an appropriate time and keep her in my lair until she reached a thousand years old.
However.
'Maybe I'll try something else.'
A truly pretty and beautiful high elf guaranteed a stable flavor you never tired of even after eight hundred years, but even I got sick of thrusting into the same pussy forever.
Whenever that happened I created all sorts of situations and raped her, but as a male I too wanted to thrust my cock into a pussy that gave me a different sensation.
So I used the bastards who targeted my lair to satisfy my desires.
Whenever the lair was attacked I picked out only the virgins and raped them to the brink of death.
I explored the insides of short-lived species, different from the high elf, with my cock and enjoyed new sensations, and thanks to enjoying the pussies of short-lived species, I could feel the high elf's pussy even more keenly.
"Right. I've tasted high elf for eight hundred years. I should sample females from other species too."
Which species would be good?
First I had to pick candidates.
For starters I figured there was no species I hadn't tried, I considered the races most similar to humans, and I mulled over this and that—the woman had to be able to take my lower-half Black Flame Dragon.
The first species to eliminate was dragons.
Dragons had sex.
Still, the sight of dragon rubbing against dragon was sheer hell no matter who looked.
To dragons it was perfectly natural for two colossal bodies over 50 meters long to writhe against each other, but to me it was no different from two giant lizards exchanging mucus.
-Stop it! T-trying to transform me into a human and rape me?! I-I'd rather you did it as a wyvern!!
-No thanks? I want to rape you in human form right now!
-As the body of a lowly human?! Why!! Don't tell me you're a human-fucker?!
-Fuck, yeah, I'm a human-fucker!!
The result of having tried it.
Human-on-human sex felt the best.
Dragon-on-dragon intercourse was neither sex nor mating; it was merely reproduction for the prosperity of the species.
Dragons felt no pleasure.
Pleasure through sex didn't exist; the reproductive act was nothing more than shoving a flesh rod into raw flesh and spurting bodily fluids.
That much, though, was there.
The pleasure of forcefully ramming a female who hated sex from behind, as a fellow male.
But even so, when I transformed them—whether human or otherwise—and made them enjoy the joy of being born female, I found that far greater pleasure.
-Haa, haa, Master's cock... is incredible...!
-Didn't you come to kill me at first?
-I-I'm sorry...! Please punish the human-pussy of this impudent bitch with your gallant dragon cock!
-Wow. Look at that line. Turned my hard-on dead soft. This won't do. I'd better hit a cheap brothel.
-P-please give me your cock! Please!
Every time I saw a woman who at first screamed no and cursed me to die, now getting her panties soaked from just the smell of my cock, I felt grateful that I'd been born a dragon.
Because I was born the mightiest species, dragon, I could revel in strength to my heart's content.
And because dragons, myself included, were the "mightiest" among the many races, our number didn't reach even fifty individuals.
So, dragons put on hold.
There were no virgins among dragons.
-Why are there no hatchlings? Why don't any dragons roam the continent?
-They're scared some crazy dragon will go around raping them.
-Let's grant females, but I don't rape males?
-You beat them to death because they mess with the women you're going to rape, you insane dragon!
All the current hatchling dragons, including those under the Dragon Lord, were being hidden tightly from my eyes by various dragons.
I had no intention of raping them before they reached about two thousand years old anyway, but what could I do when the parties involved arbitrarily misunderstood me and hid them away?
Huh? Once they pass two thousand?
'If she's a virgin, I'll head over for sex to make her first time feel nice; if not a virgin, I'll rape her as payment for daring to give her first time to someone other than me.'
That was a matter for later.
Right here and now I needed a woman to take responsibility for my heated cock.
First candidate: humans.
'Their lifespans are short, but still, there's nobody as easy to find as humans.'
Humans, spread most widely across the continent, could be discovered anytime, anywhere.
Granted, their lifespan and physical durability fell short compared to demi-humans like elves and beastmen, but humans were what you'd call the "fundamental" beings in sex.
Why humans?
Because humans were lifeforms created in the image of the gods who existed in this world.
In the beginning there were gods, and in the process of the gods creating humans many demi-humans were born; only when they reached the pinnacle of life-creation were humans finally made.
Though the Book of Genesis made humans seem great, humans were the weakest of all intelligent species except in reproductive power.
But humans invariably make great discoveries.
I too learned the purpose of life through humans.
In my hatchling days.
When I was barely about 100 years old.
Inside the cave where I stayed, I witnessed a man and a woman who dared enter, rolling around naked.
More precisely, I witnessed the so-called "rape-in-progress" scene: a man forcibly stripping a terrified woman.
-Hmm? Human, why are the man and the woman making such groaning sounds?
-Th-this is mating.
-Mating? You make such pleasurable sounds while mating? Step aside, human.
-Human form...? D-don't tell me the legendary blac—
-Step aside.
Why hide anything?
-Thank you for saving me, Lord Dragon. Umm....
-Saving you? Now I'm about to do it, you know?
-...Huh?
-What that human was about to do, I'll carry on.
Through humans I awakened to the pleasures of sex!
-Hrk, th-this, what is...! So this is that so-called 'post-ejaculation glow'...! It's incredible...!!
-Haa, haa, haa. Lord Rape....
-I can do more, can't I?! Huh? Let's keep going. I can't stop now!
-I-I'm dyiiing, heut, it feels so good I'm dyiiing...!!
-Kruaaaaaar!!
Spurt.
I, a dragon who had only ever spewed Breath from my mouth, learned that I could also spew breath from my cock.
If I spotted a human along my journey in search of a long-lived species, I would rape them if they aroused me.
And if there happened to be particularly strong humans among them, I'd keep them for about a month rather than just one night.
First, humans checked.
Now, how about long-lived species who lived a bit longer than humans?
There were species I had tried and species I hadn't.
To roughly narrow a few down....
Elves, fairies, vampires, beastmen, spirits, succubi, maybe?
'First, the target is an elf.'
The woman I sought was a "slave."
Her principal task was receiving my semen, but receiving semen alone was not enough.
She needed magical ability to clean the living space in the inner lair, the physical stamina to move normally after sex, and above all, loyalty toward me.
"Tsk, regrettable. So regrettable."
She just needed to do precisely what that one did—no more, no less—but finding such talent again was no easy task.
...I was planning to set out to find one, but even during the search I wanted to hold a woman.
I wanted to search for a woman while holding one.
Last time, it had taken twenty years to find a high elf and train her into my slave, so I had to find a woman who could satisfy me for at least twenty years.
I had the candidates sorted out in my head, so now it was time to move.
"Done organizing my thoughts. Now I'll think while I move."
Shaaaa—
A black light began to flow across my body.
My mana surged, and my dragon form started shifting gradually into a smaller human.
"Mirror."
By moving my magic through a Word of Power I shaped it into a circle in the empty air.
The mana became a mirror reflecting my appearance, and I studied my human form once more.
Brown skin.
Black hair.
A tall height, about one head taller than most, and a muscular physique.
Among humans this appearance often evoked the image of a warrior from the southern continent.
In the vulgar slang used in my mercenary days, men who looked like me were called "black brothers."
There was only one reason I chose this form.
This body was good for pinning down human women from above, and good for lifting human women and thrusting into them.
Furthermore, since I could also physically overwhelm elves, who on average were slightly taller than humans, it was a well-suited build.
Above all.
"Guh, damn, this goes best with this body."
Because of the black cock that seemed to prove I was a black dragon even after transforming, I couldn't make my skin white.
If I did, the catastrophe of having only my cock remain black would occur.
Even now, since my skin was dark brown—copper-toned—it barely showed, but if you looked closely, you could tell the color gradually changed starting from the pubic bone.
"For now... yeah. Shall I head there first?"
Just how, I wondered, had humans changed in a hundred years?
The village of those insolent humans who had dared hide non-virgins and offer them to me as virgins.
* * *
At that moment.
The leader of the elves, High Elf "Guardian of the Great Forest"—Erope—urgently summoned the elders.
Only the elders among the elves, those past 800 years old who would soon return to nature's embrace, were summoned, and as they sat in the upper seats, the elf elders gulped at the grave expression on Erope's face.
"The reason I have gathered you all here today is."
Erope gestured behind himself.
On one branch of the Great Tree known as the "World Tree"—the largest tree in the Great Forest, said to be tens of thousands of years old—nine jewels glittered.
"Ah...."
"The Fruits of the World Tree symbolizing the High Elf lords...?"
"One of them has withered...?"
Among the nine jewels shining in a rainbow of colors—the fruits of the High Elves—one had withered.
It signified that one of the High Elves existing in the world had died, and at the death of a High Elf, who rarely perished, the elf elders began to grow agitated.
"In which forest did she pass away?"
"In none."
"...Excuse me?"
"...Neither in the Great Forest, nor the Gray Forest, nor the Brown Forest, nor the Black Forest, nor the Red Forest, nor has any High Elf active in the human world died."
In an instant.
The expressions of the elf elders began to darken sharply.
"The number of High Elves known publicly is eight. However, there is one High Elf whose existence is kept secret from all."
"Y-you don't mean...?"
"Yes. The one who offered her body in sacrifice for the sake of all."
Erope bowed his head with a grave face.
"The High Elf who was sealing the Demonic Dragon has passed away."
"Th-then...!"
"Enforce strict secrecy. Be even more cautious, as a new High Elf may be born. If a new High Elf is born yet it becomes known that all the previous High Elves are still alive...."
"They will realize the Demonic Dragon's seal has broken!"
"Exactly so. I will form a scouting party for now. The objective is... the Demonic Dragon's nest."
The Demonic Dragon.
Rapepral might possibly resurrect.
"...To confirm whether the seal has truly broken, I will dispatch tight-lipped elite soldiers. And...."
Erope furrowed his brow and continued as if spitting out the words.
"Compose the party solely of virgins with no sexual experience."
"Pardon? Why is that?"
"Why, you ask? So that at least there is a chance they might return alive. Have you all forgotten the legend of the Demonic Dragon?"
Erope shuddered.
"A virgin shall offer her hymen; a non-virgin shall offer her life."