[Dragonlance Fanfiction: Frostbite Axe]

"Freeze!"
The wizard before me didn't even need to chant a complicated incantation to cast a freeze spell.
All I could see was the wizard's captivating gaze and the indestructible black longsword in his hand.
Defeat was inevitable. I had already told these travelers that we were facing Fel-Sath,

a dark elf wizard and the White-Winged Dragon Knight of Taxis, the Queen of Darkness. How could our small group—

two knights, a slender elven girl, a Kandal who had long since disappeared, and myself, an Iceborne

—defeat a mage who could easily cast level nine dark magic? What was worse, this mage

was also a warrior.
After we found the hidden entrance to the Ice Wall Castle and ventured into the center to reach this hall, the Dragon Knight

appeared. Perhaps he had been there all along, waiting for us to fall into his trap. He was a tall, thin figure clad in chainmail and

a black robe , holding a longsword that gleamed with black light, and wearing a strange helmet with long horns.
This was the first time in my life I had ever seen a Dragon Knight, and the aura of evil and death emanating from him almost

robbed me of the will to fight. The older, grumpy knight, whom they called Derek, charged forward without fear

, but was rendered powerless by a forbidden spell.
Before we could reach Derek, the Dragon Knight struck the knight in the face with the hilt of his sword. The

knight collapsed to the ground, seemingly unconscious.
"An elf, a woman, dares to invade the castle of Dragon Knight Fel-Sass. It is

you self-righteous elven nobles who drove me from my homeland!"
The dark elf swung his longsword at the elven girl, who hastily dodged but crashed into

a wooden table and fell to the ground.
"I'll make you pay for everything, you elven bitch. I'll make you beneath me..." The dark elf

walked toward , raising his sword.
Before he could utter any more vulgarities, the loyal knight Stone rushed forward, attempting to knock the sword from the dark elf's

hand . But the dragon rider realized Stone's intention and, with unimaginable speed, turned and struck the knight's

sword-wielding hand. Stone gasped in pain, clutching his bleeding hand. A flash of silver, and Fel-Sath

drew a dagger from his sleeve and hurled it at the knight. Stone grunted, clutching his throat. Blood

gushed out, soaking his fur cloak, and he collapsed to the ground.
Now, carrying my only hope, the Frostsweeper Axe, I too was immobilized by the wizard, utterly powerless.

How could a frail, fallen elven girl possibly defeat a powerful dragon rider?
Three days ago, a group appeared on the ice plains—humans, elves, dwarves, and even a Kandal.
Leading them was this young, slender elven girl. As the tribe's priest and the sole

forger , I was summoned by the chieftain to speak with them. When I saw her, I almost forgot to breathe. Her

skin was like the purest curd, her slender figure as fragile as an icicle, yet her eyes

gleamed with the light of the Frostsweeper Axe.
"I am Lorana, princess of the Quilinasti elves." Her voice was so clear and melodious, like

the chanting of a goddess, utterly captivating.
The elder knight, Derek, with his fiery temper, nearly argued with the chieftain.
Ultimately, it was Lorana who mediated between the two sides. This young woman possessed a unique charm; she

made both sides, who were usually so stubborn, compromise. The usually domineering chieftain finally agreed to let them set foot on our territory,

to seize some dragon orbs or something similar from the evil dragon knight's castle. The hot-tempered Derek also agreed to

leave some of his men as hostages in our camp. But I had to

go with them on this mission, armed with the newly forged Frostsweeper Axe, for it was the only weapon capable of confronting the dragon knight.
However, for centuries, no one among us Iceborne people had been able to wield the Frostsweeper Axe. This axe is said to be

a divine weapon bestowed upon my people by the gods, and only those with selfless love and courageous sacrifice can wield it; otherwise,

it is merely an ordinary ice axe.
Before setting out, I vehemently opposed this raid; it was tantamount to suicide. Now, that is indeed the case.

Two knights have fallen, and I, armed with the Frostbite Axe, am unable to move. My only hope lies with

Lorana, the weakest link in our forces.
"Ston!" Lorana cried out, looking at her fallen friend. She turned and swung her longsword at the dragon rider, her beautiful face contorted with

rage . But each attack drained her strength, and Fel-Sass

calmly dodged the attacks without retaliating.
Finally, exhausted, Lorana collapsed to her knees after her short sword was knocked from her grasp. She struggled

to rise, but the still-dripping tip of the sword pointed at her throat.
"Haha," the dark elf looked down at the helpless elven girl with the air of a victor, "You

seem to be a very cultured high elf, and quite attractive at that. Give me a good reason, and I

'll spare your life."
Lorana breathed heavily, turning to look at Stone, a dagger stuck in his throat—who knew how much longer he could hold on?
"You mean you want me to join the Dragon Knights?"
Good heavens! She was speaking in such a seductive tone, while her subordinate lay dying on

the ground .
When I saw the white knuckles of her clenched fists, I understood; she wanted to buy some time

to recover her strength and wait for an opportunity to counterattack.
"What I want has nothing to do with the Dragon Knights," the dark elf said maliciously, looking at Lorana

's delicate, snow-white skin beneath her torn leather coat, "to be my whore."
"You must release my companions," the girl said, barely suppressing her anger.
"Fine. But you have to show some sincerity now."
"You...what do you mean?"
"I mean, if you let me do it once now, I'll release your companion." The dark elf leaned down, stroking

Lorana's golden hair, and whispered in her ear.
Lorana's face instantly turned pale.
"Please, not here."
"As you wish." The dark elf grabbed Lorana's hair and dragged her into a room.
I anxiously looked towards it, but that damned ice wall blocked everything; I couldn't see anything. For a long

time, I couldn't see anything, only hear their whispers.
Suddenly, a crystal ball appeared before me. I peered inside and saw the scene in the room.

Lorana bit her lip, gently removing her leather coat and the intricate elven garments beneath, revealing her beautiful

breasts. Ah, those breasts were so perfect; I never imagined this slender elven girl would have such

full, rounded breasts. Her areolas were so pink, giving me an urge to bite them. The dark elf 's wicked hand slid across Lorana's slender neck, her delicate collarbone, until it reached the pink nipples that gradually hardened

in the cool air . The girl's body trembled slightly with his touch, extreme shame causing her skin to flush with a hazy blush. 　　I understood why he had made me see all this; he knew I was only immobilized, still able to hear and see . He did it on purpose; he wanted me to see it all. Even if Lorana ultimately saved these people, she could never return to our world. He would turn her into a homeless person, forever his sex slave. 　　"I will give you pleasure," the dark elf whispered. He pulled off the girl's last remaining garment, her underwear, and blindfolded her . 　　"Crawl on the table, you elven bitch." The unarmed, naked girl was no longer the noble elf, no longer the renowned Golden General, but merely a beautiful body to be humiliated. 　　With a soft summoning spell, the dark elf summoned a tall snow wolf from outside. It moved towards the table, its target the girl's beautiful legs, still trembling slightly, exposed to the air. 　　Was it going to…? If it weren't for the magic, I would have rushed forward, risking my life to stop it . 　　The snow wolf extended its blood-red tongue and began licking the girl's full vulva, while the dark elf patiently caressed her beautiful breasts, which drooped in the air due to gravity. 　　At that time, I didn't know that the snow wolf's saliva possessed a potent aphrodisiac; even the strongest woman would become a wanton harlot under its influence. Moreover, I noticed the snow wolf occasionally squeezing its tongue into the elven girl's vulva. I watched helplessly as her tightly closed lips, attacked from both sides, began to give way, blooming in the air. 　　The dark elf waved away the snow wolf, stood behind the elven maiden, and watched with satisfaction as her beautiful body awaited its pluck. 　　He reached out and simultaneously inserted his index and middle fingers into the maiden's petals. The elven maiden immediately let out a soft cry and crawled forward, trying to escape. However, the wicked hand followed closely behind. She managed to dodge, but the moment she paused, the fingers would follow, once again penetrating her slippery cavity. After several times, she stopped running away and could only helplessly endure the ravages of the fingers within her tender cavity. 　　The dark elf saw a stream of lustful fluid gush from her vagina with each thrust, dripping down her golden hair onto the table, before he withdrew his hand with satisfaction and wiped it on the elven maiden's buttocks. 　　When the dark elf removed his armor, revealing his ferocious penis, I was astonished by its size. Compared to the slender figures of most elves, the dark elf was incredibly strong, and his penis was even thicker. I couldn't help but worry for the elven maiden before me. How could she bear being penetrated by such a thick penis? 　　"Smack!" The dark elf slapped the girl's buttocks hard, sending a wave of flesh rippling through her. 　　"Lift up your filthy cunt and wait for your master to satisfy you, you bitch!" 　　The elven girl's body stiffened instantly. I worried how she could endure such immense humiliation. I knew how much pain she was in, but she had to endure and wait for a chance to defeat the dark elf by surprise. 　　Sure enough, the elven girl finally lowered her head in humiliation, raising her buttocks to meet the impending storm . 　　Lubricated by her own juices, the thick penis plunged in without resistance. 　　I couldn't bear to watch, but the arousing scene before me made it impossible for me to close my eyes. I watched intently as the noble and elegant elven princess was caught with nowhere to escape. Her slender hands braced themselves on the table, her snow-white flesh flushed a heartbreaking crimson under the influence of lust. However, the dark elf behind me showed no mercy, thrusting in and out repeatedly , each time drawing out a stream of lustful fluid that flowed over her wet pubic hair, down her thighs, and onto the table, forming a puddle. 　　After what seemed like an eternity, the dark elf could no longer restrain himself and quickened his pace. 　　"No, no…" Lorana seemed to know what was about to happen, quickly freeing one hand to grab the dark elf's arm behind her. 　　"Please…please don't…not today…" 　　But her pleas were drowned out by a low growl. 　　Lorana slumped weakly onto the table, the afterglow of her orgasm leaving her even more powerless. 　　The dark elf pulled up his clothes, walked out of the room, and stood before me. 　　What was he going to do? Kill me? 　　"Go and fuck that elven bitch once, and I'll let you go." His words traveled directly into . 　　What? I was shocked. He actually wanted me to rape the elven princess who had willingly sacrificed her body to save us . How could I do such a thing? We, the Iceborne Clan, would rather die on the battlefield than do such a thing. 　　I knew he intended to further humiliate her, leaving her with no choice but to stay and accompany him. But then I saw her beautiful body lying helplessly on the table. Did she still have a chance to fight back? How much had she sacrificed for this impossible mission? I remembered her talking about finding the Dragon Balls and saving the entire continent of Anseron. Back then, I saw determination, courage, kindness, and love in her eyes; now I saw sacrifice. Helping her was our only chance to turn the tide. The Frost Axe throbbed slightly in my arms. I had spent six months forging this perfect divine axe, and I firmly believed it possessed the power to slay gods and Buddhas. I hoped this elven maiden could wield it. No one in my clan possessed such power anymore. 　　After being freed from the immobilization spell, I walked weakly into the room. The body before me was so alluring. Never before had the women of my clan possessed such delicate skin, such exquisite features, such full breasts, and such elegant bearing. Yet now, this very elven princess was thrusting her hips forward, her blooming vulva awaiting my penetration. 　　My penis was already incredibly hard, but how could I bear to ravage her? 　　I steeled myself, pulled out my penis, and inserted it as gently as possible.

I'm not a woman, but I can imagine what it

feels like to have your cunt penetrated again after just experiencing an orgasm. The elven girl let out a long moan, her still trembling hands trying to push me away. I

remained unmoved , continuing to thrust. Her strength was so weak; her right hand limply caressed my waist and hips, then slid away.

This stimulation only made my penis grow even thicker.
Just as I was about to ejaculate, she didn't struggle; perhaps she had given up. The dark elf remained

standing there expressionless. Suddenly, a wicked thought crossed my mind.
I gripped her waist tightly with both hands and ejaculated wildly into her cunt. How wonderful it would be to recall,

when spending a winter night alone on the icy plains, how

wonderful it would be to remember the cunt filled with my semen for the beautiful princess of communication.
I lay weakly on top of her, feeling her trembling, exquisite body. I tore off my leather coat and

covered her naked body, discreetly placing the Frost-Sweeping Axe under the coat near her right hand.
"Go! Take those two knights with you. She won't leave, and she can't leave anymore." The dark elf still

conveyed this to me through willpower.
I returned to the hall and saw everything that followed through the crystal ball.
The dark elf triumphantly ripped the blindfold from Lorana's eyes and lifted her chin.
"You little bitch, from now on you'll..."
His words were drowned out by the howling of the Frost Axe. The dark elf's last sight was of

the Frost Axe's gleam in those long-tearless phoenix eyes, and the naked body that had just been groaning beneath him, now

brimming with immense power.
I didn't need to see the final outcome; with the Frost Axe's unparalleled power, no one could withstand it, not

even any spell or magical artifact.

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