The Crimson Dragon Chapter 111

Editor Note: I feel like there should be a trigger warning inserted here. Y'all… mine eyes… have been thoroughly annihilated by this. Also, the releases for CD are back to the usual schedule ? be glad I don't take breaks – Moop

Contrary to popular belief, the dragon is not a reptile. They belong to the dragonian subcla.s.s of creatures with two openings for their reproductive systems. Dragons are warm-blooded animals. Therefore, a dragon's mating is similar to that of a mammal's. The process involves continuous movement, composed of various thrusts- unlike snakes, tortoises, lizards, and crocodiles, who simply insert and stay. Dragon mating happens at a much more unrelenting pace…

So when the Silver Dragon, Ilya Lhasa was forced to the ground by Claudius's strength,  she could only pa.s.sively endure his thrusts. The absolute gap in power made her resistance futile. In addition, a dragon's reproductive system is no different from that of a mammal's. They don't have a cloaca unlike birds or lizards. They also have two separate holes, and Claudius unintentionally inserts into the correct hole. This is the first time the Red Dragon has done anything of this kind in his entire life. His hormones were in complete control of this sad beast's brain. The brain of the original Red Dragon should was red hot magma. Now if Claudius opened his own skull, it would likely be described as a thick white liquid- of course it'd be biologically incorrect! As the Red Dragon's liquid was red like…

Like a burning iron rod – that's what Ilya Lhasa felt. The silver dragon is an ice subspecies, whereas the Red Dragon is a subspecies of the inflammation, their origin is unknown. Claudius's lineage has essentially existed longer Ilya Lhasa's. To her, he is an object of hostility because, in her view, the Red Dragon is the source of all evil. However, she is currently being swayed by the very roots of evil. Even if dragons don't hold the concept of chast.i.ty that humans do, the extreme humiliation wrought from her situation physically and mentally traumatizes Ilya Lhasa, as silver dragons have coexisted with the elven and humane society, allowing them to understand ideas and concepts that were exchanged across species. 

In terms of age, Ilya Lhasa can be called Yujie (sister), as she is older than Claudius– it wouldn't be long before she would entersher prime. She is not a virgin, and still has yet to choose her own companion. In her daily life, there have been many times when she indulged… after all, Feilun is a world holding mainly Western values– so they are open to this kind of behavior. It was no less common for the G.o.ddess, her daughter, a silver dragon, or an ordinary woman to have multiple companions. “Ah, sure enough, this is really cool!” Claudius is much bigger than Ilya Lhasa, so he is careful with his movements– he can't kill the silver dragon in the midst of mating, as he wasn't a necrophiliac, or abnormally interested in corpses. “I said that if you don't want to have an extremely embarra.s.sing death, I personally suggest that you transform into a human. Hahahaha! At least we'll have a lot more positions to try out!” he mocked the silver dragon beneath him, while still moving.

The silver dragon roars, low, in response. Although she was uttering "no"s from her mouth, her body was honest– the difference in temperature between his hot iron rod and her cold chamber resulted in extreme pleasure. But the pain from her tissues tearing, reminded her to not indulge too much, lest she fall into indecency. Ilya Lhasa grinded her teeth, swinging her head to urge Claudius to pull out. He, however, refused, and continued to accelerate his movements. While the Silver Dragon groaned, Claudius completed the first ever launch from his… dragon. The Silver Dragon was boneless, unable to move. From her torn lower body, flowed her cold blood, mixing with the burning red liquid from Claudius's wounds and his broken horn. The Red Dragon pushed the Silver Dragon forward, into the light emitting from a spell called Next, and Ilya Lhasa emerged as a tall, half-elf beauty. “This isn't very appealing.” Claudius sneered, but didn't transform into his human figure, and instead grabbed the Silver Dragon, imprisoning her between his paws. With a spread of his wings he jumped into open air, blowing away half of the cave into the sky. The Red Dragon let out a roar, before flying towards h.e.l.l Island, leaving a burning trail in the sky.

h.e.l.l Island currently stood on the high side of the volcano, allowing it to see the distant continent. The drifting islands will soon be connected to Feren's mainland in a little more than ten years. The volcano was named the Vesuvius by Minerva. While Claudius slept, Minerva had completely organized the entire city. She had established the Senate, with the centurion of the Dragon Tooth and the Centurion of the Mushroom Man as the first veterans, and Claudius elected to lifelong dictatorship without his knowing it. As an official, Minerva appointed herself to the office of public security as Chief of the Guard, as well as a consul, and of course as the Chief Veteran of the Senate. She holds the t.i.tle of Emperato, with the Dragon Tooth soldiers calling her a chief veteran. Whether in the name of duty or fact, this female Dragon Tooth hero is the ruler of Rome– albeit not the supreme ruler. Currently, Minerva wore robes with a purple border with a laurel wreath, as she stood in the middle of the huge temple of the Red Dragon- one of her many responsibilities as Chief High Priest. Behind her is a line starting with the mushroom man holding a piece of parchment, the goblin, as well as a whole team of Dragon Tooth soldiers.

Until now, the goblins have yet to raise their own heroes, thus their position in the Legion fell below the mushroom man with a heroic grapefruit. Albeit the mushroom people have no ambitions of this sort as they are simple farmers and workers. The goblins too, didn't think much either of their order in this hierarchy– not because they were simple, but because they were really chaotic. They were all kinds of impulsive, full of explosions, and no time to experiment for something better. Who else is still up for consideration? Heroes, and some others. 

The red dragon was flying towards h.e.l.l Island with the silver dragon held captive, when something magical occurred. In the collapsed cave, the pool of dragon blood began to boil, a mixture of the so-called dragon essence, blood, and broken horn. The liquid became a sort of detonating agent, the ice cold fog emitting from it suddenly disappearing, seeming to be sucked into the implosive puddle which was sinking into itself. And from the collapsing liquid jumped out a create with a mighty roar.  

It was a majestic centaur, of northern descent from Feren and other orc barbarians. However, this centaur is much stronger than its kin from the northern settlements, with its horse legs and huge horseshoes supporting a tall body. It's lower horse-body stood more than two meters tall, counting the human torso as well, the centaur stood well over three meters tall. The young and resolute face of the centaur was very different from that of the half-humanoid visages of beasts from the northern lands which were more beast than human. As soon as the centaur appeared, he was immediately cloaked in body armor, his scorpion already equipped, heavy scales wrapping around his humane torso, down to encase his equestrian legs. On top of his head sat a sort of crowned stable helmet. His large hands held a hefty sword-spear that was double-bladed, a golden light illuminating the fearsome weapon, and a half sword hun on his other side. On his back appeared a shield, saddled with a large bow made of twisted wires and a container for arrows. The hole from the pool of blood had become a war fortress of sorts, spitting out similarly armed centaurs, who lined up neatly into a formation, 100-men strong, with 60 fully armed centaurs. 

If the dwarf knew of the goods that were here, it would've definitely screamed "Mysterious Silver Scales! Fine Gold Weapons!” in excitement. 

The centaur army looked at the depleted blood pool behind them, before sprinting and smashing through the broken boulder placed at the front of the cave, choosing to continue in a certain direction, following in the Red Dragon's chosen flight path.