Quindragon

Kaiser's eyes broadened.

Everything around him suddenly seemed to have been reduced to slow motion, as if he was in the center of time. "Y- you agreed?!" he mumbled in surprise.

His heart began pounding inside his chest like crazy, kicking at his ribcage, wanting to escape. Did he hear right? For the first time in his life, he would have a chance to touch a woman, with consent on top of that!

Colleen averted his gaze, feeling awkward as sweat began dripping down her heated face. Oh…she wanted to take back her words so bad, but she couldn't go back now that she said it, could she?

If she didn't feel responsible about dragging Kaiser along earlier, she wouldn't feel bad about him dying without the slightest experience with a woman. At least, she could offer him this much… This was just her consideration for her dying colleague, right? It's not wrong, is it? It's simply a farewell gift!

Colleen tried to convince herself as she bit on her nails and habitually flipped her brown hair behind her shoulder. "Uh…yeah," she mumbled. "But, just for a minute, okay? Just for a minute before we die…"

Hearing so, Kaiser's lustful gaze slowly dropped towards the woman's round breasts. Colleen was a range-type dragon-slayer and wasn't wearing full-body armor like him to retain her agility, and although he knew there was a layer of chainmail protecting her torso under her tight, green, hooded ranger robe, her two erected mountains were too huge for her clothes to hide.

He gulped as his hands started towards her chest. He tried hard to remain calm, but his body was doing so otherwise, acting against his will. His face twitched involuntarily as his hands neared closer and closer… It was a good thing she wasn't looking; else he might die from the nervousness alone before the Earth Wyrms could have a chance to kill him!

'Stop trembling!' he screamed inwardly to himself, hands shaking. Without even knowing, drool was trickling down the side of his open mouth as he continued to hesitate.

Not being able to stand himself much longer, he squeezed his eyes shut and forced away from his fascinated daze, telling himself, 'Just do it!'

Boink, boink, boink...

"Mmmh~"

When he opened his eyes to take a peek, his hands were squeezing Colleen's breasts, prompting her to let out a soft moan that she attempted to suppress but failed to do so. She did her best to compose herself in front of him, but she was so sensitive that she couldn't hold it in even if she wanted to.

'She's liking it?!' Kaiser thought in surprise. 'H- Heck yeah! O- of course, she's liking it! Should I kiss her? But she would kill me… F*ck it all, I'll die either way. I'll take this chance-'

As his male instincts got the best of him, Kaiser stepped forward in uncontrollable excitement, his mouth targeting Colleen's bare, vulnerable neck. His lips were on her smooth skin, and the moment her enticing scent reached his nose, he was bewitched, feeling as if he suddenly entered another world.

Her breathing hitched as he took her by surprise by his sudden advances, her cheeks flushed pink. She bit down on her lip to minimize the sound of her moans, but Kaiser could hear them as clear as crystal. "Kaiser~! W- what are you doing? You said you were just going to touch!" Nevertheless, Colleen's pretty reaction only turned Kaiser on even more.

"Does it matter now, Colleen? We're both feeling good. Let's just enjoy it," Kaiser answered. Unexpectedly, he was now taking control over the situation as if he was somehow already experienced. Maybe thinking about it all the time counted as experience, making him quite decent for a beginner to drive this scene towards his long-awaited goal.

Colleen couldn't think; she didn't know how to react, her mind a complete mess. And as Kaiser hugged her, a different kind of sword was poking her from below.

All at the same time, Blaze was alone, the color draining from her face. "Winter?!"

Although the smell was faint, there was no mistake about it. This lingering scent, there was no doubt that it belonged to her boyfriend – sex friend. There was no way she could be wrong.

But the mother Earth Wyrm was more than enough to tear Blaze from her thoughts, as Blaze was the beast's sole focus. Miraculously, it seemed it knew who'd killed most of her precious hatchlings, and a mother wouldn't forgive the heinous creature that killed her babies.

Blaze gritted her teeth as she remained staring at the ground, unable to move an inch. The horrors of Alexandria's death were still vivid in her mind, reminding herself of all the others that had died today as well. And now that she was gone, no one left would be able to protect Kingsley in the midst of danger.

Most of the dragon-slayers who just arrived were already worn out and fending off the hatchlings that ambushed them at their mother's call. And while they fought, Colleen and Kaiser were doing something strange that she couldn't see clearly off in the distance. Were they injured?

All of a sudden, an unfamiliar voice called from above the chaos, and Blaze whirled around to see a tall man with purple hair and a big frame enter alone from one of the small pathways, equipped with a short, one-handed katana.

"Can anyone tell me where the Earth Wyrm Quindragon is?" he asked with a yawn. His unusual clothing was never seen before or recorded in any book Blaze had read, and she became dubious. She could only assume.

The dungeon was under the Lunargard Faction's jurisdiction, so dragon-slayers from other factions shouldn't be here. And…what the hell is a quindragon??

"Who are you?" Blaze asked, suspicious. No one else besides her seemed to notice him just yet, and on the ground, she was the closest to him. "And... why are you dressed like that?"

The man stared at Blaze for a moment, seemingly annoyed, but then he completely ignored her, shifting his gaze to the mother dragon. It was only then that she realized the 'quindragon' he was talking about was this massive beast itself.

"!!!!?"

The Earth Wyrm Quindragon instantly shifted her gaze to the intruder, the collision of their fearsome gazes sparking a surge of overwhelming bloodlust from both sides, and neither of them looked as if they intended to back down against the other.

"I've been looking for you for several days now, you slippery little snake. Do you know how much time I wasted killing those pathetic hatchlings of yours to find your true dungeon, you piece of sh*t!" Jarak complained loudly, shaking his fist at the dragon. And somehow, the dragon seemed as if it understood his curses.

The Quindragon hissed, her dragon senses alerting her that this intruder was much more dangerous than the rest. On top of that, his blade, though clean, was releasing more than just traces of the scent of dragons' blood. To be exact, it was the smell of the blood of her own hatchlings that wandered other dungeons after growing old enough to be on their own.

Enraged, the mother dragon let out another violent, deafening roar, causing the dungeon to shake, chunks of debris falling from the jagged ceiling and hitting the ground.

Instead of being afraid, a menacing grin plastered across Jarak's face, his wild stare brimming with darkness as he brandished his gleaming katana. "Now, now… Let's see what you got, dearest Quindragon."