As time passed, Velteer slowly opened her eyes, her consciousness gradually sharpening. Something was wrong—she felt weak, with half of her power missing. One of her horns was gone, and her body was no longer in its dragon form but that of a human. And standing before her was a man.
He had slicked-back black hair, pearl-colored eyes, and a chiseled face that was both strikingly handsome and terrifying, thanks to the cruel smile that played on his lips. His tall, muscular body spoke volumes about the rigor of his training. And he was staring at her.
He was eyeing her bound body, tied up with ropes and suspended from the ceiling. If she were in her full power, she could've torn the ropes apart in the blink of an eye, but now she was too weak. She could only endure his gaze, which made her feel both humiliated and tormented.
"Not even a hello, Velteer?" Randon jeered, his tone mocking. Velteer glared at the man, her eyes filled with hatred. Even though this was the first time she saw his face without his helmet, that taunting voice—she could never forget it, even if she wanted to.
"Why don't you just kill me?" Velteer asked, confusion lacing her voice.
"Isn't it your duty to slay dragons, Dragon Slayer? Why haven't you ended my life yet?"
"Two reasons," Randon said with a sinister grin. "First, it's not always necessary. Second, I fell for your body the first moment I saw you."
Velteer shot him a disdainful look. Should she commend his honesty or despise him for being a depraved fool?
"The kingdom just wants the warrant closed. We don't want a powerful dragon causing problems for our people. Killing isn't always the answer—sometimes it's just a loss for everyone involved."
"Acting noble, aren't you? You burned the entire forest, ending countless lives."
"Don't worry. What I wanted wasn't to kill those creatures, so I drove them out before setting the fire."
"What?" Velteer's eyes widened in shock.
"I used herbs that most forest creatures hate, burning them just enough to spread the scent with the hot wind. When they smelled it, they fled, thinking it was dangerous. To be sure, I burned those herbs for twelve hours straight. By now, they've probably moved somewhere else temporarily."
"Is that so..." Velteer exhaled heavily, like a burden had been lifted. It seemed she cared deeply for the animals in her forest.
"As for the trees and plants, I got permission from the kingdom to destroy them if it increased my chances of defeating you. Once our business is finished, they'll send a restoration team."
"Our business? What are you talking about?"
"I actually intended to negotiate with you from the start, but you were so bent on ripping me to shreds," Randon said, pulling out a royal decree. It bore the direct command of the king, the highest authority in the land.
"White Dragon Velteer, despite the damage you've caused, it pales in comparison to other greater dragons. The three authorities—the King, the General, and the Nobles—have decided to offer you the chance to atone by working alongside the Dragon Slayer, to help hunt down other dragons."
"Keep dreaming!" Velteer roared as soon as Randon finished reading.
Dragons were proud, superior beings. They would never bow to serve anyone unless it was by their own will. Randon knew this well; a sly smile curled at his lips.
"In that case, I'll regretfully have to destroy you."
"Do it! I'd rather die now than serve humans!"
"Oh? But I never said you'd be serving humans."
"What?" Velteer was stunned, genuinely confused by his words.
Randon rose from his chair and walked closer to Velteer, chuckling darkly. His handsome face masked dangerous intentions, and the memory of her recent defeat made her heart pound in a way she had never experienced before.
He reached out, touching Velteer's face, and she couldn't resist. He forced her to look directly at him, holding her head so she couldn't turn away.
"I want you to serve me."
"In your dreams."
"I'm a Dragon Slayer. But hunting greater dragons is tough without immense power, especially against others of your kind. I need your strength."
"You want me to kill my own kin?"
"Would that be so bad?" Randon laughed, his words making her catch her breath. Velteer fell silent, her face twisted in frustration. Randon continued caressing her beautiful face, thoroughly enjoying her discomfort.
"I've read about you, Velteer. The reason you live alone and far away is because other dragons despised and abandoned you. Out of all the dragons with warrants, you piqued my interest. You were the one I chose to fight first as an official Dragon Slayer."
"..."
"Imagine defeating those who abandoned you and surviving it all. Isn't that a tempting offer?"
"No."
"I see... What a pity." Randon's voice was filled with mock disappointment, but his face still shone with its usual smugness. As Velteer was lost in her thoughts, Randon suddenly moved in and kissed her.
His tongue pushed into her mouth, intertwining with hers. The warmth and moisture exchanged between them were intense, and Velteer found herself struggling to breathe.
When the kiss finally ended, Randon looked refreshed, as if reborn. He grabbed her chin, lifting her face, and saw her flushed cheeks and labored breathing. He smiled, whispering into her ear, "I'd hate to kill you now. I'd rather enjoy this for a bit longer."
"You... bastard."
"Not as bad as you, who took the lives of thousands," Randon shot back. His free hand slipped under her silk gown, grabbing her large, soft breast and kneading it with a disturbing mix of pleasure and fascination. It was warm, soft, like freshly baked marshmallow. He pulled the silk fabric down, revealing her breasts completely.
Randon gazed at them intently. "I've never seen anything like this in my life, you know that?" He continued squeezing them, an almost childish fascination in his eyes.
"Y-you're a pervert," Velteer stammered.
"You sound so shaky. Heh."
"Shut up."
"I can't. I want to keep teasing you," Randon murmured, pinching her nipple slightly. Her face turned bright red, her eyes widening, but she still refused to moan.
"How does it feel? Do you like it?"
"Disgusting."
"Really? Then why did you smile when I played with your nipple? Seems to me that I'm not the only pervert here, am I, you dirty dragon?"
"N-no! You're lying! You're just trying to confuse me. Do you think a dragon's mind is so feeble that I'd fall for your cheap words?"
"Maybe?" Randon's voice was calm as he continued fondling her chest, before deciding to pull off the rest of the upper garment, leaving her exposed. He admired her face, flushed with shame, then leaned in to lick her throat.
His tongue brushed against her delicate skin, tickling her in a way she couldn't describe. Instead of focusing solely on her chest, he began exploring her body, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't tell whether her body was responding because it was forced or because of the effects of the black Nemesis flower's toxin.
"P-please, enough," Velteer begged, barely holding herself together after less than ten minutes of being toyed with.
"Are you going to be my servant now?"
"No."
"Then we're not done." Randon smirked and walked around behind her, pulling her body against his like she was nothing but a pillow, rubbing his cheek against her neck like a mischievous cat. He inhaled her scent—the fragrance of her perfume mingled with the faint aroma of her sweat.
"Dragons are amazing. Even their sweat smells good. No worries about smelling bad after a workout."
"Ugh..."
"I've trained for over ten years, always dreaming about doing something like this."
"Do whatever you want. My answer is still no."
"That's fine. Consider this a small reward. I've already informed them I'd be back in the capital in three months. I still have two months to play with you."
"T-two months?"
"Two months is nothing for a dragon, right? Velteer, you'll be my toy until then. Let's see how long you can handle the shame," Randon whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down Velteer's spine. He left briefly, coming back with something slick and pink on his hands, rubbing it over her body.
It was slippery and cold, but after a moment it began to heat up, her breathing growing ragged and unsteady. Just the brush of a fingertip sent jolts through her.
Randon did nothing more than touch different parts of her body, but even that was enough to make the once proud dragoness slowly crumble. Her body felt as if it were on fire, electrified at every moment.
"P-please, I'll give you my treasure," Velteer spoke, her voice soft for the first time.
"Your treasure was stolen from my kingdom. If I took it, it'd be like taking from a thief."
"Ugh... just kill me. I don't want to sink any lower."
"No."
"Kill me! I'm so ashamed I could die!" Velteer pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. Randon lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"If you wanted to die, why didn't you bite your own tongue?"
"What?"
"If you wanted to die, why didn't you hold your breath until you passed out?"
"But...!"
"You didn't do it because you love life, or maybe you're enjoying what I'm doing to your body. Your pride, your shame... do they matter? What do you really want right now? Look me in the eyes and tell me, Velteer."
"I... I..."
"If you become mine and help me hunt other dragons, how much will you gain? Think about it. Maybe I can make you happier than hiding in a cave for decades."
"You're just words. All humans are."
"I'll prove it. Over the next two months," Randon said, smiling as he slowly began to pull down her garments from the middle to the lower half.
"W-what are you doing? Stop! I told you to stop."
"I'm going to prove it. You've come this far; brace yourself. Even though your body's reacting, you're still trying to act tough. It's sad."
"Ridiculous! Put that back right now! My chest is one thing, but no one touches below the waist except my mate!"
"I am your mate. My body carries the blood of the Black Dragon. That makes me half dragon, doesn't it?"
"...." Velteer had no words, no retort. She had no tears either, because female dragons sometimes didn't get to choose their mates. But losing her virginity to a human? It was beyond what she could comprehend.
As she was lost in thought, her body had been stripped from head to toe. Randon came around to the front and admired her fully. He removed his upper garments, revealing layers of neatly formed abs.
Velteer tried to look away, but she couldn't help stealing a glance. Randon approached, grabbing her breast and smiling before kissing her there.
"Aaah..." Velteer moaned for the first time. Randon licked her breasts feverishly, the sound echoing in the room. His other hand squeezed her other breast, gentler but still firm.
Velteer's face was flushed with heat she had never felt before, her lips pressed together, trying not to smile or let out another sound. She fought hard, but each passing moment made it more difficult.
The more she resisted, the closer she came to losing it. Her face turned dreamy, a red rose blooming under morning mist.
"Alright, let's finish today's game," Randon said, dropping his own lower garments.